#You can see where I removed the straps at the top

[kennys-parka-jacket]

For anyone considering buying the Kenny backpack from Spencer's:

Do it. (if 50 bucks isn't a ton of money to you)

It's basically just a big plushie with a zipper on the back. It's soft and snuggly and roughly the size of a house cat. Unlike a lot of official plushies currently being produced, this guy is big enough that you can actually take him to bed.

As for the backpack part, eh. He comes with built-in straps which are easy enough to cut off with scissors, but keep in mind that once you remove them they aren't reattachable. If you're crafty then maybe there's a way to add fasteners or something, but unless you know what you're doing it's likely gonna be all or nothing in terms of being able to wear him.

Also he can't hold much lol. That's pretty common with plushie backpacks in general. You can put in your wallet, maybe your keys and some earbuds, and that's about it. The little space inside is more of a novelty thing than for anything practical.

Tl;dr - great for snuggling if you cut off the straps, wearable with a little bit of holding space if you don't cut them off. Either way he's the best plush South Park Studios has produced in years and IMO worth every penny.

[abbyfreakster]

backshots w abby anderson

dom!abby, sub!reader

tw; strap-on usage (r!receiving) degrading (r!receiving, & i think that’s it!

nsfw under the cut!!

abby’s returned from her patrol, her skin littered with a few minuscule cuts. she walks into your shared dorm, taking off her jacket and placing her backpack down gently.

“baby…you awake?”

“mm, yeah,” you mumbled a response. “just drowsy.”

abby grinned as she pulled her tank top up over her head, discarding it into the nearby hamper. she turned her head to look at you. “you know, i’m aching for a cuddle session..”

“cuddling, huh?” you eyed her skeptically.

that was how you ended up here, with abby pounding into your dripping cunt, as you whined and squirmed, one hand pressing down onto your arched back & the other holding her (well, leah’s) polaroid camera.

“fuck yeah, you little slut,” abby groaned, angling the camera to where she could best see your sopping, swollen cunt & snapping a picture. she briefly removed her hand from your back to slap your ass.

“what’s my name?”

“a-abby,” you whined, gripping the bedsheets for dear life.

“who’s fucking you this good?”

“you..” you mumbled into the sheets.

“what was that? couldn’t hear you,” abby taunted, placing the camera down against a pillow & gripping your waist with both hands to slam you back on her cock.

“you!” you squealed, nearly sobbing. “f-feels so fucking good abs, please don’t stop, please don’t.”

she let out a soft chuckle at your rambling, a low, pleasured groan escaping her. “you close, babe? yeah i know, me too.”

she reached a hand around to pinch at & play with your clit, the base of the strap deliciously bumping hers.

you whimpered loudly, a ring of white forming at the base of the strap as you came.

she followed soon after, slowing down and riding out her high, stopping and gently pulling out once her orgasm was only a tingling memory on her clit.

she comforting rubbed her hands along the expanse of your back. “you okay? i wasn’t too rough, was i?”

“no,” you hummed in response, rolling over onto your back.

“can we actually cuddle now?”

abby chuckled, discarding the harness and flopping onto the bed with you, wrapping her strong arms around your shoulders.

my first smut btw :3

[jadedwoman]

As you walk into the small, cozy barn, you can see a few empty rows of milking machines, the animals apparently having been let out to feed or something, although it makes you slightly confused about the deal you heard about

"Oh? Heya cutie! Welcome to the barn! I bet you came here after hearing I was offering free milk, I still am so don't you worry!" I say in greeting as you walk in, your attention shifting right away to me as you see the cute outfit I'm in, overalls way too small for me, my boobs practically squishing out as I give a giggle.

"come over here! I'll show you!" I say, beckoning you over, but when you finally come over, there's still no milk in sight. Instead, you watch in shock as I remove the straps on my overalls, my heavy sloshing breasts falling and jiggling around as they're freed

"here you go! Free milk!" At first you think I'm making some crude joke, but as you stare at my tits, you see two small beads of milk drip down it. As you watch, you feel something come over you, quickly moving forward and latching your lips around one of my nipples, feeling oddly excited for the milk.

With slow drip drip drips, you gulp it all down, the taste so good, so creamy and sweet, you can't help but suck even harder. And as you keep sucking, you don't notice as your chest begins swelling, growing and expanding. A snap is heard as your top breaks open, your boobs too big to be contained, but you don't care, you're drinking my milk.

Next comes your hips, widening and making your curvier, your pants ripped along the seams as you end up completely naked thanks to the new curves. As your ass wobbles around with your movements, you still barely register anything at all.

Finally, you realize something's off when the milk slows down, eventually coming to a halt as you look up at me sadly, already missing drinking it down. But with a giggle, I simply point at your heavy boobs, milk drip drip dripping away.

Without thinking, you push your nipples into your mouth and simply continue sucking, mind slowly melting from the bliss, the pleasure from drinking the milk combining with the pleasure of being milked. And once you've finally had your fill, I gently guide you into the back of the barn, where you find dozens of other hucows waiting for you <3

[defmaybe]

Not Shy

1k words

aespa’s Yoo Jimin/Karina x Male Reader

Sequel to J’adore

See also: Sticky, Bahama

“Are you sure no one noticed us coming in here?”

“The five-minute interval shouldn’t alarm anyone, f–fuck.”

You whimper as Jimin drags her lips on where the suit doesn’t cover, so—the hollow of your throat. Your back is leaning on the women’s bathroom door.

“And by the way, ngh, it’s like they’d snitch on a student president, anyway.”

“You’ve got nothing to lose, baby. You’re a fucking treasurer, mmm.”

“I–,” are the last things you can rebuke before the buttons of your shirt are unlocked.

It’s true, aside from a few bills collected onsite, you have absolutely no worries at this second, both at work and in reliability. Background works—billing, accounting—won’t be affected by whether you’re getting fucked by your head of student council, anyway. Treasurer is quite a passive position to do, isn’t it?

“Not so witty anymore, mmh?” Karina bends down; her tongue paints a straight line up your abdomen, and you clench your mouth tightly to not have the other partygoers hear your symphony—her words.

“C–Can’t you just like, ngh, forbid them o–or something?” you ask, legs shaking with her hand groping your bulge, her lips still printing endless marks on your chest. Your composure is stripped off with each clothing removed.

“I wish secrets work like that, dumbass,” she responds, fingers grabbing your crotch–tightly, sending a shock throughout your lithe frame.

“Ngh! F–Fuck~ Alright, I–I get it, Jimin.”

“Be a good boy for me and keep quiet, alright?” She pulls back from your now-reddened body, locking you within her eyes–brown, alluring. It helps that her hair is tied to the back neatly with no stray strands, so that you can see her face—god, that face, the perfectly sculpted nose, the rosy red lips—clearer.

“S-Sure.” You can do nothing but comply.

Now, the logistics of the bathroom aren’t very complex. There are stalls—perfect for a sitting position. There are walls, obviously—pin Jimin against the wall and fuck her brainless. Though, is she a woman like that—the kind that is so eager to become a student president in college, and so pliant at the same time? You’d argue that there exists a woman in this intersection; it’s just not Jimin.

This is where the mirrors and the sinks come in.

“Ready?” The stark eye contact is still there, and she’s still grabbing your aching erection under the pants.

“Ready what?”

“You know, fucking my cunt,” Jimin growls, letting go of your bulge onto the back of her neck, trying to unlatch her thin, black strap holding her night together.

“O–Oh, yeah.” And swiftly, the clanks of your belt, the swoop of your pants, and another swoop of your underwear finally unshackles your raging length for her.

At the same time, her dress comes undone, freeing her voluptuous breasts topped by the hardened brown peaks just for you, and you don’t realize that you’ve been entranced by them for a little too long.

“Hey,” Jimin says, snapping her fingers. “Yeah, I fucking know they’re big. Now fill me up already.”

You gulp, “Y-Yeah,” as you watch her taking off her laced purple panties.

She then hands you the garment. “Here, a souvenir for our underappreciated treasurer.” She rolls her eyes while saying so, not believing the words coming out.

With not much time to lose, you quickly shove her used underwear into your pockets, making sure no tails of it can be seen. And getting ready, Jimin walks towards the marble sink, planting hands on it. Her immaculate features are shown in the mirror. She pulls the charcoal-black dress up, looking at you in the reflection.

“Fuck me.”

It would be the sight of your ass jerking back and forth if someone is to walk in on the debauchery—not your cock, not her tits (helps that your hands are using them as handles—grabbing, squeezing). Every thrust in and out of her, the sight of her contorted expression, the sound of her silent moans are sending you into rapture.

“Y–Your vagina feels so good, J–Jimin, ngh,” you moan. Your cock now glistens with her juice.

“Say ‘cunt’ or ‘pussy’ like a normal person, idiot. I’m not a fucking prudish,” Karina scoffs.

You aren’t in the right state of mind to debate, really. Her wet, tight cavern is so determined to milk every drop of essence out of you to drought. The walls squeezing around your needy length is just too much to handle.

And there it is, your impending release. You can feel it in your loins, far, but it’s there. Karina gives you a stern eye contact along the act—purposeful, ardent. Hell, she’s even smirking at you. She’s always this confident, isn’t she? It has been like this since the first meeting. She’s headstrong, not swaying by a bit, even if she’d be alone with the choice. She’s kind, not swaying by a bit, even if it means getting herself into harm. She’s perfect. She’s fucking perfect.

“F–Fuck, Jimin, I think I’m gonna–”

“Just fucking cum inside me, baby. I wanna feel your cum dripping down my legs. I wanna feel your cum–, ngh,” she cries out, unable to form the last words. She doesn’t seem to care about her forte anymore.

And it’s like you’d care, anyway.

“Cum with me, alright?” Jimin looks back at you, before mumbling under her breath, “Ha, fucking bye-nior prom.”

It’s not much more for you to release your seed inside of her, as you can feel her body shrieking around your cock. It’s a euphoria—eyes fluttering, hips slowing down, panting and such. You can hear your cacophony echo throughout the bathroom. 

As you two come down from the orgasm, Jimin’s breaths are still ragged. “F–Fuck, that’s great, my dear treasurer.”

“Y–You’re t–too, my dear president.” You’re also unable to catch your rhythm.

“Do you think anyone would hear us?”

You ponder for a few heartbeats before replying, “Yeah, definitely… maybe.”

[pbnbucks]

you should do a smut based off of coach p…😛maybe like her gf wanna learn basketball and she teaches her and gets handsy

word count : 1.1k

warnings : smut, mention of pregnancy.

summary : you see paige teaching the little kids at her camp, makes you horny so you fake want to learn basketball just so she can touch you and then bam she fucks you on the middle of HER court.

you sat in the bleachers rewatching clips of her 5th basketball camp teaching the children drills and tips on how to get better.

guiding the kids on how to keep their body healthy and keep their muscles strong.

the connections and love she had for the young kids made you want one of your very own.

your legs shut tightly together feeling your wetness as you where by yourself in the empty gym waiting for paige to exit the locker room.

“paigey” you called out begging for her attention as the slowly exits the door you go up to her jumping in to her warm presence.

“you want to teach me baby?” she shutters her eyebrows together confused at your short sentence since you never had a desire for the sport.

“why now, i have been begging for months princess?” you hide your face in her shoulder as she sets you down trying not to expose your twisted plan.

“you were just really cute cute with those kids today ma” you retort teasing her as your playing with your finger tips avoiding contact already feeling the heat radiating off of her.

“no you just want to be fucked” leaning into your neck feeling her breath run don’t your now hot and sweaty skin.

“i promise i just want to learn” you coo as she rest her hands on the lower bottom of your butt caressing and palming the area. you sneak out of her arms getting the first basketball you so laying around tossing it to her.

“come here” she remarks making you follow the sound of her voice leading you to the free throw line as she places the orange ball in your grasp placing your hands in the right spot.

“okay keep the ball above your head and shoot” her voice echoing through the gymnasium making your nervous while she watches the ball intensely as your shot misses hitting off the top of the backboard.

“mama your close but this time let it guide out of your hands don’t throw it” she presses your back against her stomach as your hands lay on your curved hips as her warm breath runs down your neck forming goosebumps on your melanin skin.

her words running through your head trying to perfect your shot as the ball finds its way above your head again you shoot it as you watch the ball slowly fall from the air hearing the swift noise of the net as you watch it fall out of the hoop fitting perfectly through making you turn around in excitement to hug the blonde.

“good job” your soft hands run up paiges stomach hiding under her shirt playing with the band of her bra sending shivers down the blonde’s spine.

“if you wanted me to fuck you so bad, all you needed to do was ask” she grits through her teeth tightening her grip on your waist feeling the loss of circulation come back as she removes her hands only to bring them to your shirt removing it for you along with your tiny jean shorts.

“such a fucking slut” she groans lifting you into her arms getting onto her knees placing you on the cold gym floor as your left in your laced thong and bra as she licks a long stripe with her tongue starting from your lower stomach heading up to your collarbone when she swiftly pulls away.

“keep your pussy warm for me, ill be right back” she spats heading out the gym doors going to retrieve the silicone strap from the car heading back on to her feet leaving you by yourself praying nobody walked in on you.

your fingers play with the band of your panties slipping under to form circles on your clit not giving you the same sensation paige does with her skilled hands.

your fingers diving into your dripping core as soft crys fall from your mouth at the little amount of pleasure when you finally hear the gym doors open back up to see paige strutting towards your naked body.

paige releasing the strap when she pulls down her sweats pulling your thong to the side sending shivers down your spine when your slick hits the cold air.

she wastes no time to thrust into your deep core as her hands moves the hair at of your face before grabbing a fist full of your hair forcing you to look at paiges assault on you core.

“look at how i fill you up perfectly baby, always taking what i give you” she coos as the image of her taking you on her court clouds her mind turning her on by the second.

“make me feel so good mommy” you cry out as she lets go of your hair as you fall back on to the court as your breast move with each thrust.

paige takes the initiative as her hand cups your breast as she takes the other is her mouth swirling her tongue over your hardened nipple.

“want your baby so bad” you blurt out fucking yourself back onto the strap as your hands roam all over paiges abs running down from her chest to her lower stomach.

“you want mommy’s baby huh? is that what this was about?” she lets her cocky smile shine through as she grabs your wrist putting them both in one hand as she pins them above your head.

“yes please, want it so bad” her hips pressing against yours as she brings her other hand to circle your clit making your legs tighten around her waist.

“you will look so fucking sexy pregnant with my baby pretty” her moans coming in to sync with yours as the strap hits her clit at the perfect angle making her speed up her movements

“yes” you sob unable to say anything else as your eyes roll in to the back of your head at the gut wrenching pleasure while your hands squirm in her firm hold as she squeezes them tight causing your movements to fault.

“your going to have to beg ma, tell me how bad you need to cum” she teases as her thumb playfully slips into your core only to be pulled right back out bringing her thumb to your mouth for you to suck dry.

“need to cum- so fucking bad” you sob feeling the knot ready to break any second knowing she has full control of your body and you will do anything she says.

“go on baby cum with me. wanna see your face pretty” you say maintaining eye contact with her as both your liquids spill out on each other feeling your combined release run down your thighs.

you lay there all fucked out as she takes a picture of you quickly to remember the intimate moment before she helps you get up helping you gather all your clothes.

“don’t worry princess, ill give you my baby real soon promise.” she says pulling your waist into hers pressing a kiss behind your ear.

[seattlesellie]

training wheels.

this is an old draft that i wrote a long time ago, about ellie using the strap on you for the first time. ♡‧₊˚

warnings: strap on sex (r!reciving) , first time , praise kink (for both) , soft and loving dom top!ellie , sub bottom!reader , cock grinding , thumb sucking .

──★ we have to make it clear on the fact that ellie was so unbelievably thrilled, yet so incredibly tentative when she first fucked you with her strap on. she’s been waiting for it, waiting to be the one claiming you from inside. she’s had it sitting snuggly in a box tucked below her bed for a while now, and she’d always eye it, have some sort of stare down with the black box. should she? or should she not? she wondered, but when three of her fingers were scissoring inside of you and you muttered that “please, d- deeper” she knew that fuck it — she should.

──★ so expectably, the first words that came out of her quivering lips when she aligned the silicone shaft with your sopping entrance, were “are you sure? i need to know you want this, please”, and you — being so eager yet so timid, only responded with two fervent nods. clearly, it wasn’t enough for ellie, in fact, it wasn’t enough at all, so her voice got very stern all of a sudden. it was that tone she only uses when she’s commanding someone to do something on patrol, when she’s directing someone on where to go, or showing them how to polish a precious weapon. it carries a deepness to it, raspy, it’s strong and forceful, nothing that falls short of intimidating. it's a different side of ellie, one that you don't know quite as well. “use your words, m’not doing this unless you use them”, and when she notices how you thickly gulp, huffing out a shaky breath from your nose, she soothes you with a delicate kiss on your temple. you whine, that kiss makes you want more. as soft as it may be, it makes you buck your hips inwards and let go of a needy high pitched moan. ellie shushes you with her sweet “i know babe, i know” — and you know that she knows, so why won’t she just put it inside?

──★ perhaps it’s the need to affirm herself that you do want this, or maybe it’s this greed she holds and the yearning to hear you say it. she’s looking deep into your blown out eyes, your dark irises, nods her head twice and waits for your words. meanwhile, whilst she waits, she slides her thumb down to caress just above your clit. she’s circling your skin with a touch to soothe, or perhaps signaling you what she’ll do when it’s inside, she'll never neglect your little button. when you look down, she hums. “words, mhm?” she murmurs. you can tell she’s all tensed up, fighting the urge to just slide it inside because she knows she can, she knows you need it by the way your chest heaves up and down, and by the way there’s a small puddle of slick that formed on the flimsy bedsheet below. moreover, she has prepared you for it, first with her skilled tongue, then with her skilled fingers. “want it, i need…” you whisper, voice airy yet cracking. ellie removes her finger from your pelvis, brings it up to your cheek and caresses softly. “need what, pretty girl, huh? need what?”

──★ truthfully, you don’t really know how to call it, she’s never really referenced it by it’s name, just called it a “thing” you “might need” when she realized how eagerly your hole pulls her fingers inside, and squeezes like she might run away if you don’t. so when you see the deep, dark purple shaft (with two distinct veins on the side) you simply giggle out of inexperience, and a tinge of embarrassment. ellie smirks, looking down at you, then grins with her eyebrows arched up in amusement. “ellie… i dunno, uh, how to call it… i mean —“ and she stops you mid sentence, smacking your lips softly with hers. she chuckles, matches your giggle even, a deep blush appearing on the apples of her cheeks because fuck — what if you laugh, what if you don’t like it, or what if you don’t want to use those dirty words she likes calling her silicone buddy by. “uh… shit babe, it’s, well you can call it…” she stammers, now attempting to stifle her laugh. you look up at her and form a tight line with your lips. your chest’s heaving and stifling giggles because fuck it, she’s cute when she’s embarrassed, and how fucking precious is it that you can laugh with her even in a moment like this. you cunt can ache for her and you can still be silly together and giggle like kids because you trust her and she trusts you.

──★ she buries her face in the crook of your neck, groaning yet giggling and nearly falling on top of you. when her hips slightly buck down, in result of her laughs, the silicone shaft grinds itself up against your slippery slit, and you whine her name so loud her giggles stop like she’s been hit on the face with a rock. now, you can hear her harsh breaths in your ear, loud with anticipation and want, lips resting on the pulse of your neck. she realizes you must fucking love the grinding of it all, so she moves her hips back and forth to grind up against you some more. “uh huh, like that?” she murmurs, and to every whimper she responds with a groan like she can feel it, like she can actually feel your greedy wet lips wrapping around her. she nibbles on your earlobe, making you shiver, and breathes deeply before speaking into your ear. “fuuuuu” she gasps and it’s breathless, like she’s trying to form actual words but they only come out as muffled gibberish. she breathes again, gaining her courage. “my cock… say you want my cock”.

──★ it really is lewd, “her cock” — as if it’s hers, attached to her, as if she can feel it. it makes your tummy tie in knots, makes your throat feel clogged, your breaths come out harsher and bordering on wheezing before you murmur those words. when the mushroom like tip bumps up against your clit, it’s oh so delicious and fuck it — you want, as lewd as may be, you need her cock. “i want your cock, ellie, inside” you cry for her, and she nearly growls in your ear. although it’s bordering on perverted now, she asks you a simple “inside where?”, it makes you hiccup against her skin, and you don’t even realize she’s smiling so bright inside the crook of your neck. she understands that if she eggs you on, you will fucking say it, so she repeats with a raspy; “c'mon, where?”

──★ when it becomes crystal clear to you that unless you voice everything out; she won’t give it to you, and you’re practically clenching in and out over nothing — you whisper “need… ellie, i need it in my pussy, please, please, please” and god, she nearly regrets making you say it because she might burst inside her boxers if you keep begging for it like such a needy girl. she takes a moment to think about it, needy, needy, needy, needy for her, for her cock — needy for her to fuck you, needy for her inside and christ sake you’re begging and she didn’t even ask you to. you’re feeding her ego with every plea, with every quivering breath and you don’t even know it. meanwhile, whilst she’s busy thinking about how to pull back on her goddamn nearing on untouched orgasm, she doesn’t even realize your hand is wrapped around her dick and you’re nearly pushing it inside. when she sees it, she nearly goes cross eyed. she grabs your hand and pushes it up, chasing your eyes with hers. “what are you doing, huh?” she drawls, affirming her dominance with an iron grip on your wrist. you’re actually helpless, caught in the act, wiggling your hips and rolling them upwards. “p-please, ellie!” you beg, and the knots inside ellie’s own stomach feel like they’re tightening more and more they might break like glass. she wraps her own hand around the shaft and nearly pushes the tip in. you wince — and to that ellie shushes. “look at me, jus’ look at me”, and how can you not? she looks so adoring, a squiggly smile on her lips when she realizes the tip damn near slipped from how soaked up you are. the actual noise it makes, moist and sticky, makes ellie whimper out your name. “y’hear that?”, she murmurs and of course you can, in fact it makes you embarrassed but she praises you once more, making the embarrassment nothing but a fleeting little feeling. “sounds so good baby, s’all for me?” — all for her.

──★ she pushes the tip inside, no longer gripping your wrist above your head, intently guiding it to hold her wherever you want. you decide on one hand on her bicep, the other one on the back of her neck. there’s a pinching pain inside of your cunt, but it’s so fucking delicious because it’s her thats creating it — that when you wince it comes out as more of a blissful moan and a gasp. she won’t let you suffer, not for one second more, so she slides her hand down to caress your clit as she pushes more inches in. “mhm, ‘s, ‘so good baby… you’re so good, doin’ so good for me, you got this… yeah? i got you” she’s rambling, searching and scanning your face for any sign of pain or regret, and when she catches that you’re smiling, actually smiling with a tear shedding from your eye, she moans so loud you have to seal her lips with yours or else the whole town of jackson might hear.

──★ the more inches she slides inside, the more ellie lets loose of her gritted teeth. her mouth goes slightly agape, “stay open for me, jus’ like that, fuckyou’resogood” she croons, still circling and toying with your puffy clit from below. your thighs are nothing but trembling and shaking like jelly, body, flesh and brain turning into mushy pink and ellie shaped goo, and the fact that she doesn’t stop with her praising and sweet nothings, repeating how good you are, how brave, and tight — makes your heart flutter inside of your chest. when all of it’s length is finally inside of your gummy walls, she lets it sit there for a few faint moments before she begins thrusting. “just for me, got that? just for me, this is mine, all mine” she murmurs more to herself than to you, but you make sure to affirm her nevertheless. “m’yours, please ‘mo— ‘more”, you’re begging for that sharp friction, for that movement, but ellie needs to treasure this moment so she simply looks down. it’s all inside, it’s her cock that’s inside — claiming you, so she marvels, examines and thoroughly looks at your pussy clenching on her dick like it’s a goddamn work of art. if you squeezed down on her fingers like they might run away, the squeeze you have down on her cock — “god damn” she whispers, might need to take a picture and fucking frame it. finally, she catches your pleading gaze. “gonna move now, babe, c— can i move?”, and you whine, because it’s beginning to feel unfair, so she connects her lips with yours and slides her hot tongue inside. she breaks the kiss, grinning like she won the apocalypse lottery. “mhm, gonna move, gonna give you what you want”

──★ at first, she thrusts agonizingly slow like a snail. moves her hips backwards and doesn’t slam it fully inside, lets the tip hang nearly outside of your entrance and then slowly but deliciously slips it in again. you wail, actually wail for her to go deeper, and it clicks in her head when you scratch her back in a way that makes her hiss. she bottoms out fully, moving backwards and then slides inwards again. she won’t stop looking into your goddamn eyes, then stares into your lips that are now “o” shaped. she’s flushed and she’s biting her bottom lip so hard it might draw blood, but then she asks you “t’feels good?” and doesn’t add that cocky “huh?” that she loves to murmur when her fingers are the ones your cunt is hugging, because she actually needs to know. “mhm, good ellie, you’re so good to me” you praise, which sends ellie into a goddamn frenzy — eyelids fluttering and falling heavy as a deep, throaty chuckle escapes from within. “god fuckin’ damn, how did i even…” then she slams it again, which makes both of you gasp. her right thigh shakes, “fuckin’ get so fuckin’ lucky with you?”, she wont stop cussing, slurring up her words and misplacing her “fucks” and her “fucking”s. the louder your moans get, the braver ellie grows, pumping her cock harder now, milking every thrust and every whimper, “who’s f-f fucking you, hm?” she asks, and her thumb neglects your clit but you don’t even need it anymore since she’s giving it to you so good from within. her digit meets your face, caressing the corner of your lip, which makes you take your tongue out and ellie realizes you want it inside as well. you seem to want everything inside, huh? she thinks. her cock, her fingers, her tongue, her goddamn thumb. she complies out of want, curiosity, how slutty would you look sucking on her finger. admittedly, she’s had dreams about it, about you; bent down on your knees sucking on a popsicle in july, sucking a lollipop as she watches from above. she gazes at your cheeks hollow in as she slides her thumb in and out, but you bite it and she gasps — keep it inside cause you’re about to suck it, then she loses it entirely. “you’re fuckin’ gonna make me fuckin’ cum” she whimpers, she says it like she's scared, like she's surprised or confused because heavens how could it be possible?

──★ knowing that you were about to make her cum untouched makes the coil in your stomach nearly snap. you're prideful now, but your pussy feels like it’s quivering so much you simply don't know and can't grasp on how to be cocky about it like she does. another praise escapes your lips, "love your dick s-s- so so much", and ellie growls, she feels depraved and sick, absolutely pussydrunk and on the verge of a heart attack. her rule, however, is that she cannot under any circumstance come before you do, so she speeds up. grabbing both of your cheeks with her hands, she squeezes them together and coos. "you're gonna cum for me" she commands, so your eyebrows furrow together and your eyes close shut. she's dominating you to the verge of tears, so when ellie tells you to cum, you will do as she says. "g, g- gonna cum, it’s, s'-so much" you warn, absolutely breathless, toes curling inside of your socks.

──★ you could call her delusional or crazy, but when you nearly reach your orgasm, she feels your walls hugging her tightly. fortunately for you, ellie is nothing but talkative. it may be odd, because she’s not much of a blabber mouth, but when she’s inside and you’re being fucked out on her strap, talking you through it is all she seems to wanna do. “can f-feel that little pussy hugging me, fuck, gonna give me a big one? pretty girl? give ellie a big one, c’mon”, she’s relentless with it, fast and chasing her own high, not knowing where to goddamn look — your eyes that scream “i love you” or your pussy that’s begging to be filled up some more, or maybe your lips that are covered with drool. she settles however, on your eyes. you nod profusely, “gonna give it to you… mhm” you hiccup, which ellie deems as nothing but so fuckin’ cute, to the point where she wants to break you in half just to hear that “cuteness” some more. when your eyes roll back to the top of your head, cunt filled to the brim — ellie swears something to herself. she’s gonna fuck you every day. if humanly possible, she would have fucked you all the time. so you give it to her, a real big one, one that leaves you paralyzed, not even moaning — sweet sticky mouth fully agape with a choked up scream of her name. she wants to warn you that she’s about to cum too, but you’re too quick to notice. “cum for me, ellie” you beg in that sweet voice of yours and she cums with a huge , lovey-dovey, cumdrunk smile plastered across on her face.

──★ when you’re done, she cleans you up with a wet towel and kisses you everywhere. then — “i picked up a new book and it has a bunch of pics of cool bugs, y’wanna see?”. you’re fucked and in love.

[anonymousicecream]

Let's Get to Work (Winter x M Reader)

Day 8: Office Sex

"Mr Park, to my office please." You heard your superior, Kim Minjeong, calling you over to her office. If this was your previous office, you would be relaxed heading into her office, but since this is THE Kim Minjeong, the heir to SM Entertainment, who will be your company's future CEO, you don't know what to expect, since the last few employees visiting her office have ended up on the streets and out of the company.

Reluctantly, you stand up and walked over to her office, not forgetting to close the door following her orders. You then sat down in front of her, silently watching, admiring her side profile as she finishes up typing some things onto her computer.

"So, Mr Park, let's just get to the point." She said, before turning her monitor, allowing you to see the screen, and the sight is frightening, to say the least. It was a CCTV footage of you fucking your co-worker, Ning Yizhuo, in the meeting room last week. The two of you were too horny to think things through and just locked the doors while you railed her, trying hard to keep silent to not get caught, which is obviously useless since THE boss caught the two of you and have the evidence which can ruin both of your careers.

"Uh Ms.." You started, but Ms Kim then interrupted you. "No excuses, what the fuck was that?" She then stand up and walked seductively towards you, before leaning in and saying "and why didn't you do it with me?"

Hearing this, you immediately leaned up to meet her lips halfway, kissing her softly. She replied to the kiss in the same softness, helping you fully stand up by grabbing your collar. You then grabbed her by the hips, lifting her up onto her desk, before you moved your kisses lower onto her neck and collarbone, removing her white blazer in the process. You moved your hands behind her, unzipping her top before lowering the strap, exposing her white lace bra. "I see you still have the same taste." You teased, before leaning in to suck on her cleavage. You moved onto her tits pretty quickly, sucking one of them while fondling with the other one. "E-Eat me out, please." She asked. "Beg for it." "PLEASE PARK Y/N FOR THE LOVE OF GOD EAT MY PUSSY OUT UNTIL I FUCKING CUM!" Minjeong moaned angrily. "That's more like it."

You then kneeled on the ground, getting eye-level with her pussy. You removed her panties before throwing it away. You grabbed her leg to start kissing her thighs, moving upwards, closer to her pussy, after each kiss. It took a few minutes before you reached her pussy, which to your surprise is very wet. "Tell me, did you get wet watching me fuck Yizhuo?" You start leaning in to suck her pussy as you ask her the question, to which she nods aggressively. "I haven't get that turned on since we last fuck." Minjeong told you, making you more motivated which you showed her by sucking her pussy faster. "Good to know babygirl."

You used one hand to finger her clit and the other to rub her tits, rubbing them at the same pace as you suck her pussy, ensuring an intense stimulation for her. You maintained your pace before you felt Minjeong's hands on yours, pushing your mouth deeper into her pussy, letting you suck even more of her pussy. You then picked up the pace, sucking her faster while also rubbing her faster, giving her an intense orgasm as she squirt her juices on your face and fingers.

After she finished cumming, she pulled you up before slapping you suddenly, making you flinch from the sting and surprise. "That's to make sure you remember who owns you." Minjeong said before she pushed you onto the couch in her office. She walked over and unbuttoned your pants, lowering them before she hopped onto you, immediately lowering herself onto your cock as she starts riding you.

She left you no time to adjust to her size as she rides you hard and fast, seemingly in need of another orgasm. Since she already covered the part where she rides your cock hard and fast, you helped her by stimulating her clit, rubbing them in the same pace as how she ride you, followed by also sucking on her tits, changing tits occasionally, making sure both got the same amount of attention.

After a while, you felt her slowing down, seemingly exhausted from how fast she ride you. "Let me take control." You said, before holding her hips, guiding her pace up and down your cock. Your slow but deep pace ensured that your cock got deeper into her before brushing her g-spot repeatedly. "Just cum." You said, before helping her ride you even faster. You made sure your hit her g-spot repeatedly, helping her into a second orgasm as she came again, not as intense, but still intense enough for her to squirt some of her juices onto your cock.

"You haven't cum?" Minjeong asked, and you shake your head gently. "May I?" You ask and Minjeong nods. "Get up and face the other way then, before sitting down." You instructed Minjeong and she obeyed immediately, putting herself in a reverse cowgirl position. She lowered herself on your cock before she starts riding you again hard and fast before you held her hips. "Uh uh, slow and gentle, that's how I want it." You told her and she nodded, adjusting her pace immediately to your desire.

Her slow and deep rides allows you to feel each part of her pussy, especially while you leave kisses on her neck and back while also fondling with her tits from behind. Soon after, you start meeting her thrusts upwards, hitting her g-spot. "You like that?" "Yes, YES!" Minjeong moaned as your thrusts got faster. She also adjusted to your pace, riding you even faster. It didn't take longer before you reached your climax.

You pulled out of her pussy quickly and leaned in to breath heavily on her neck and ears. Minjeong grabbed your cock quickly to stroke your cock aggressively and tightly, helping you as you came, spurting your load all over her hands, body and thighs. "F-Fuck-Fuck." You groaned, feeling each spurt come out of your body and onto hers.

Soon after, post-nut clarity took over and you realized what you did. You fucked Kim Minjeong, your future boss, and your ex-girlfriend, whom you had a child with in high school. "M-Minjeong, w-we can't. We can't do this again." You said as you helped her up and dressed yourself. "W-What? Why? Why Y/n?" Minjeong asked. "This was a spur of the moment thing. We can't do this again. What will your mother think? Don't you remember how she treat me? I'm sorry Minjeong, I won't disturb you again." You said, before leaving her office.

Minjeong stood in silence, watching as her biggest fear came true.

(Timeskip)

You, along with hundreds of other employees, were invited into a company gala in the Kim's headquarters, which was a place you're familiar with. You went wearing a black tuxedo, driving your Aston Martin DB5, giving it to the valet before you walked inside. "Y/n!" You heard a familiar voice, making you turn around. "Jong-in!" You replied, shaking hands and hugging with him. "So, why are you here? Isn't this a company gala?" Jong-In asked. "Yeah it is. I'm working for the company now." "Bro you should've told me that. We could've work together." Jong-In said. "Yeah we could." "So, who's your supervisor?" Jong-In ask, before someone you wish to avoid interrupts him.

"I am." You squeezed your eyes in frustration before putting a poker face, turning around to smile at Minjeong. However, the poker face fell immediately as you saw what she was wearing.

To say the least, you almost drooled, seeing her beautiful dress exposing her white body, despite seeing SOME parts naked last week.

"Ah Minjeong-ah. You didn't make him your slave did you?" Jong-In teasingly said before Minjeong huffed and replied "Of course not oppa. What supervisor would I be if I do that?" You were about to leave the two but then, another unexpected figure appeared. "Appa!" Your eyes widened after Minjeong called her dad, someone you respected since a long time ago, and knew personally. Minjeong hugged her dad, followed by Jong-In, before his eyes laid at yours.

"How have you been Y/n?" Mr Kim asked. "I've been well appa." "Listen, I'll say this once and only once. What happened was all due to me. I'm sorry I cannot protect your family from my wife." "N-No appa, it was my fault, I'm sorry I can't protect my family." It took a while before you realized your words, and by then, you saw Minjeong's eyes, tears threatening to fall from her eyes, before walking away. "Get her." Jong-In encouraged.

You immediately followed her and grabbed her hand, before guiding her away from the commotion and upstairs into the stairs and hallways you're familiar with. You guide her towards her home office before locking it. "Look Minjeong-ah..." Before you could say anymore, Minjeong leaned up to kiss you, this time rough and hard. You let her dominate the kiss, following her pace, while also guiding her through the room you're familiar with, making sure you two reached her work desk before pulling out of the kiss and setting her down on her desk.

You started kissing her neck while also untying her dress, exposing her naked top. "Naughty huh? Who told you to not wear any bra?" You said, while slapping her tits. "S-Stop. I need your dick, now." Minjeong begged, and who are you to disobey her wishes. You removed your trousers while also removing her panties and still keeping her dress, albeit the top half laid on her stomach, messed up, before you push into her pussy.

"F-Fuck." Minjeong moaned as you thrust in. You start thrusting slowly, allowing her to adjust to your size before you start fucking her harder and faster, still fondling with her tits, allowing her to get more stimulated. You felt her wrap her legs around your hips, allowing you to get deeper inside her. Her pussy's warmth and tightness helped you get close to your orgasm, which by your standards is unexpected due to how long you usually last.

"I'm close." You groaned, and you saw Minjeong's eyes widen. "Hold on, don't cum yet, I wanna ride you." She said, making you stop and pull out of her. You help her get up, holding her hand as she guides you to her work chair. She sat you down on her chair before she sat on your lap, allowing your cock to brush her clit and thighs. "You're not riding me?" "Not yet honey, I wanna make sure you don't cum too early." Minjeong said, before unbuttoning your dress shirt, exposing your toned body. She also wrapped your tie around your neck, allowing her to use it as a leash as she got on your cock before lowering herself on your cock slowly as she starts riding you.

She allowed herself to slowly get your cock deeper after each ride before bottoming out, which is when she starts grinding on your cock. This allowed you to try different angles inside her pussy while also brushing her whole insides, allowing the two of you to feel the warmth and intimacy you gave to each other. "Kiss me." You leaned up after her request, meeting her for a soft and intimate kiss, allowing her to relax as she starts riding you faster.

The kiss soon turned into just leaning on each other's foreheads as her pace got faster, making her groan and moan more often and even louder. "Can I finish inside?" You ask her and she nods aggressively. "PLEASE Fill me up. PLEASE!" She begs and that was all you need to take over as you helped her ride you faster while you also kissed her.

After a few thrusts upwards, you eventually came, spurting your load into her womb intensely. The warmth, intensity and how hard you shot your load inside her also helped her came as she also climaxed, squirting her juices onto your cock, shaking violently from the effect of her orgasm. You soon finished cumming when you noticed how much she was shaking. You grabbed her jaw and kiss her while also caressing her back up and down, helping her calm herself from the intense orgasm she just went through.

"I love you. I-I realized over the past week, how much I love you, and how much I still care for you." You said, and that was enough to make Minjeong cry as she kissed you. "Welcome back. I miss you a lot, and we got A LOT of activities to catch up to." Minjeong said, making you smirk as you lift her up, making her shriek. The two of you continued fucking throughout the whole office, leaving a VERY strong scent of sex.

[covenofagatha]

I'm a good girl, Detective (Part 2)

Agnes takes you back to her house to show you who you belong to...

Word count: 1500+ words

Warning: pure smut, oral, strap-on, dirty talk, blowjob, Top Agatha, mentions of prostitution

“Why don’t you put that mouth of yours to good use and show me the ‘things you can do with your tongue’. And then maybe, I’ll think about rewarding you," Agnes says with a smirk.

Your mouth goes dry as you look up at the detective. “Really?” You whisper, fingers coming up to toy with her belt. 

Agnes raises an eyebrow at you. “Did I stutter?”

You swallow hard and shake your head. “No.” You make quick work of her belt and pull her pants down, wincing at her fingers digging into your shoulders so she can balance to step out of them. Your fingertips slowly drag her black underwear down and you follow the path with featherlight kisses. The hand in your hair fists tightly and you stifle a groan. 

“Stop teasing,” she barks. Her nails dig into your head. 

“Do you want to lie down or something?” you ask. 

Agnes scoffs loudly. “Why don’t you actually do something first?” But her hands leave your hair and she walks backwards until she’s leaning against a wall. You move to stand up but she cuts you off: “No. Get back down.” 

Your breath hitches. Usually in your work, you’re the one who takes control and you like it well enough. But fuck, you didn’t realize being bossed around and made to crawl by a woman twice your age would be this hot. Your knees burn as they scrape against her carpet and the grin on her face is wicked.

“Good pet,” she taunts mockingly when you finally stop in front of her. “Now where were you?”

You roll your eyes and help her situate one of her legs over your shoulder. And then you don’t even bother with warming her up before you dive right in. She lets out a muffled moan as you delve into her folds with your tongue and harshly suck on her clit. Her hands bury themselves in your hair again, pulling deliciously at it. She’s dripping all over your face already and you wonder if this is what she’s wanted all along. The heat in your stomach intensifies tenfold when a muttered “fuck!” slips out from her mouth. 

You look up at her through your eyelashes to see her biting down on her lip to hide how affected she is. Her head is thrown back against the wall, eyes shut. 

You still your mouth and her head whips down to glare at you. “Did I say you could stop?” She growls. 

“I want to hear you,” you say simply. She snarls and shoves your face back between your legs, but you listen to her breathing start to pick up. Your tongue resumes its assault on her clit and you slide two fingers in her cunt, feeling her walls clench around them immediately. She moans, but pulls you away from her. 

“Just use your mouth,” she warns. You nod and remove your fingers, slowly licking her slick off them, never breaking eye contact. “There’s my good slut.” 

Her praise affects you more than you’d like to admit, so you go back to eating her out, your hands coming around to cup her ass. Your nails dig in as you help her ride your face and she honest-to-god whimpers. You smile against her, thrusting your tongue in deep. You can feel the sweat dripping from her body as she grinds, using you to get off. 

“Right there,” she says, voice stiff. You keep doing exactly what you’re doing and it’s a glorious sight when the detective cums all over your face moments later. She’s not particularly loud, but her grip in your hair tightens, causing you to moan into her. She gasps. 

You sit back on your heels and watch Agnes come down from her high. “Did I do a good job?” you ask innocently. She soaks in the sight of you kneeling for her, your wetness covering your face. She licks her lips and reaches a thumb out to smear her slick all over you even more.

“You did alright,” she says with a shrug, walking out of the living room. Your mouth falls open in shock. She’s just going to leave you? Are you supposed to go back home right now? The ache inside you has grown and you can feel your wetness clinging to your underwear. 

“Um, Agnes?” You call after her. No answer. You can’t help but feel a little stung. Even your clients don’t just leave coldly after you’re done with them. You slump down, not sure what to do. Should you go find her?

And then you hear footsteps and you perk back up. Agnes walks back into the room and your breath catches. Attached to her hips is a bright purple strap-on. She barely even looks at you, passing right by to go sit on the couch, spreading her legs. 

“Well, what are you waiting for?” she says expectantly, patting her thighs. You’ve never moved so fast. She’s watching you with an eyebrow raised and you get a dirty thought. You fall right back onto your knees in front of her and lick up the strap-on. She groans like she can feel it, completely caught off guard. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” You moan around the strap-on, starting to bob your head up and down around it. “There you go, pet. Get it nice and wet for me.” Her hand rests on the back of your head, just feeling you move. 

When your jaw starts to hurt and you begin choking, you pull back, a string of saliva connecting your lips to her plastic cock. She bites her lip at the sight. 

“I’m glad all your practice sucking dick has paid off,” she taunts. “Now let’s see how well you ride it.” 

You smirk and settle into your lap, dragging the strap-on between your folds. It’s longer and thicker than most of your clients, but you are so wet you don’t think it’ll be a problem. 

“Such a desperate whore for my cock,” Agnes says, intently watching your face contort with pleasure. You nod in agreement and gasp as you start to sit down, just the tip entering your body. 

“Fuck,” you whimper, feeling the stretch as more of it goes in. “You’re so big.” Agnes’s tongue darts over her lips and her eyes get even darker, if possible. You pause when the cock bottoms out inside you, adjusting to the size. You’re breathing heavily and your clit is literally pulsing. The strap-on is already hitting all the right places and you haven’t even begun moving. 

You experimentally roll your hips and both of you moan. Her nails dig into your waist and she guides you up and down, watching your cunt swallow up her cock. 

“You’re getting my dick so wet,” she says hotly into your ear. “Did sucking me off get you this turned on? That’s pathetic.” She slams the strap-on up in you to punctuate her words and you moan loudly, literally aching. “Hope the neighbors don’t hear how much of a slut you’re being for me right now. Knowing you, though, they probably wouldn’t be too surprised.” 

Your mind is completely gone as you begin to bounce on her cock, one hand on her shoulder and the other one tangled in her hair. 

“Agnes,” is the only thing you can whine. You’re chasing your high, just missing a little something. Which, of course, she knows. 

The detective suddenly flips you over onto your back so she’s on top of you and begins pounding into you harder than anyone’s ever done before. Her hand finds your throat again and squeezes, making you dizzy with pleasure. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chant with every thrust. You reach down to circle your clit but she knocks your hand out of the way and rubs it harshly. 

“Do they fuck you like this?” She asks roughly. 

“No, no one else. Never. Just you. Please, wanna cum,” you babble, praying that this time she’ll actually let you. 

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” she says sharply. Tears well in your eyes from all the stimulation, hips raising to meet her thrusts. 

“Agnes–” 

“The next time you need to get fucked like a dumb slut, you come to me,” she whispers lowly in your ear. “I’m the only one who can do it properly. I’m the only one who can give you what you need. Got it, pet?” 

“God, yes,” you promise, hands sneaking under her shirt, wanting to feel her skin on yours. 

“Say it. Say I’m the only one who can fuck you right.” 

“You’re the only one, Agnes,” you cry out. 

“Cum on my cock for me, pet,” she growls, giving one last hard thrust and swipe of your clit. Your orgasm is explosive, riding her cock through the aftershocks. Once you calm down, she goes to pull out but you stop her with a hand on her arm. 

“Can you leave it in for a bit?” you ask shyly and she smirks. She finds a comfortable position on top of you and you’re overcome by a sudden urge to kiss her. 

It’s a soft kiss at first, but it becomes deeper and soon she’s moaning at the taste of her on your tongue. She’s the one who pulls away first, wiping your lip with her thumb. 

“I thought no kissing was like the number one rule of prostitution,” she says teasingly. 

You simper and pull her back down into another kiss, rolling your hips up against her. “Good thing I’m off the clock.” 

[cursingtoji]

29 w/ Yuki jjk x fem reader? Im so gay for her 🫠

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ┊ a fun night in with your horny rommie

ᥫ᭡ tags. roommate! yuki x fem reader, wlw, drunk sex, fingering, tribadism, lots of kissing (have you seen her lips), dom!yuki, mention of a strap, humping, she calls you babygirl. 1.3k words. The Clichés ™

“Here” Yuki hands you a cup of water, holding a second one for herself as she stumbles a little before sitting down across the couch.

Both you and your roommate left for a night out with friends, they decided to extend the night by going to a club but with a simple exchange of looks you both decided to go back home.

“Maybe I should’ve gone to the club too… I could blow some steam” she confesses getting comfortable on the couch and putting her feet on the cushions, you mirror her.

“Please, I’ve seen you reject every guy that offers to buy you a drink for the past two months” you laugh.

“I said nothing about a guy” she adds and an awkward silence settles, “Ya haven’t even considered I might be into girls too?” she sits up.

“We’ll…” you want to say you haven’t seen her with a girl before so you didn’t want to jump into conclusions.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

She gets closer and you retract your legs.

“Are you into girls?” her tone is lower, more seductive, you look into her hooded eyes, your vision is not as sharp due to all the alcohol you both consumed tonight.

Yuki’s hand sets on your thigh, where the thin fabric of your trousers is not enough to keep you from feeling her warmth.

Yuki is truly gorgeous, tall with golden hair and a phenomenal body that has people breaking their necks when passing by her.

She’s well aware of this too, since she has no problem walking with nothing but a pair of panties after she showers, the first time you saw her bare chest was when she was blowing her hair with the bathroom door wide open, she smiled and said she would be freeing up the bathroom in just a few minutes while you stood there mouth agape.

“I might be” you murmur looking up at her.

So when she leans in you don’t question or protest, she naturally settles herself between your legs and lowers till her lips are softly brushing yours.

“Am I your first?” he whispers, her breath has a faint beer and strawberry smell that intoxicates you even further.

“No” you stare at her glossy lips, that’s probably where the strawberry scent comes from.

“Liar” she hushes before capturing your lips, she does it very slowly, allowing her lips to gaze over yours, the lip balm helping create an easy slide motion. Her soft mewls go straight to your pussy as he sucks on your bottom lip, the make out session quickly turns you on, your legs are open for her and she doesn’t waste the opportunity to slide her hand between them and rubbing her palm on you, that’s enough for your mouth to open in a gasp and her tongue find yours turning the seductive kiss into something more urgent.

“Mmph you’re a good kisser” you breathe out when she sits up to pull her shirt off.

“‘m good at a lot of things” she winks helping you remove your pants. You can see she’s getting a bit more desperate as she doesn’t care about fully removing your top, only pushing it up along with your bra then pressing kisses on your breasts.

“How drunk are you?” you giggle softly combing her hair and pushing your breasts into her face.

“Mm drunk enough to make this more fun” she bites your nipple and you hiss “Can’t believe you were hidin’ these from me” she squeezes your boobs together and lap at both simultaneously, her face is face is flushed and all you want is for her to keep kissing you breathless.

The space on the couch is narrow for the two of you, yet she manages to lie down next to you, half of her body touching the couch and the other half on top of you.

Yuki got rid of her pants and bra previous to that, now her heavy breasts lay on top of yours while she keeps your thigh between her legs, softly grinding her soaked cunt on your thigh.

Yuki is not the type to leave her partner unsatisfied, she has her fingers down your panties, making a mess on your underwear and the couch.

You search for her lips again, wanting to be as close to her as possible while she explores your intimacy, she gives in of course, even with her glossy eyes she can she the lust in yours, having your pretty moans echo through the dark living room sounds like a dream to her. So naturally she gives what you’re wishing for and kisses you again, and because she’s slightly above you, you have to angle your head higher.

Everything about your body screams submission to Yuki, having you like putty under her only contributes for the knot in her core threat to snap.

She cares about your pleasure too, but now she’s grinding faster, her fingers try to keep a steady rhythm in you as she drags her clit harder on your thigh with her tongue deep inside your mouth.

“Yuki. . .” you whimper slightly turning and having her hardened nipple gazing yours.

“Mmmph so good” she moans letting go of your lips to close her eyes and get lost in the feeling. You go for her neck, nibbling the soft skin and allowing yourself to feel her scent, identifying a bit of what the bathroom smells like after she showers, it’s intoxicating. She’s intoxicating.

The heel of her palm bumps into your clit ever so often, your hand find her breast, your palm feels tiny against her the natural volume of her, it’s so soft… all you can think about is burying your head in them after a stressful day and having her play with your pussy.

“Fuck, ‘m cummin’ babygirl nnhg—” she has such beautiful moans you have to bite your lips to hear only her. Her thighs are strong, gripping yours hard as she rides out her orgasm twitching ever so slightly against you.

Yuki moves to be above you, pressing her whole body on top of yours then taking one of your legs and holding it high on her waist, you don’t realize what she’s doing until she moves your underwear aside and presses her warm cunt on yours.

You gasp loudly, “You like it? Dirty girl. . .” she smiles nibbling on your ear, “So wet. Guys can’t make you this wet, can they?” you shake your head, her hip game is unmatched, got you thinking what else she could do with a strap.

She slowly drags her pussy along yours, you have no idea who’s more wet, both your juices are now combined.

Maybe getting drunk with your roommate was the best idea you had so far, the relaxed state of mind made you forget everything and just surrender yourself to her, focusing on feeling every part of her against yours, feeling her swollen clit rubbing on yours as sounds of wet skin fill the room.

You finish moaning her name with your eyes closed and hands holding her ass so she wouldn’t get away from you.

“So pretty” she coos watching you fall apart under her.

Once the high of your orgasm settles, she kisses your lips then sucks your tongue on her plump lips, you’re still softly moaning on the mouth of the best kisser you ever met.

“Let’s go, this couch ‘s too small” she raises then fall in the couch before raising again and taking your hand.

You giggle together, stumbling on nothing since you can’t take your hands off each other and no one is sober enough to guide the other. Once you managed to find her bed she pulls you into her lap, lips back on yours as she plans another night to get drunk with you.

a/n. congratulations if you got this far now you’re officially into women. no take backs.

[hxltic]

“YOU’VE NEVER SQUIRTED?” KENMA

part 1 | part 2

It was actually a really awkward conversation in the kitchen of his apartment. The fresh toast sizzled against your fingers as you removed it from the toaster, the sun shined bright through his black curtains without quit, and because it was in his disposition to be up ungodly hours, you incorrectly assumed he’d hibernate in his room so you planned to head to your friend’s house for breakfast in a full face and clothes you never wore. Or technically, a full face and clothes you only wore out to places you cared about. Otherwise, you didn’t really dress to impress.

500 FOLLOWERS?!

Footsteps sounded from afar and you retrieved the jelly from the fridge mindlessly.

“Where we going?”

Kenma taunted from his seat found on the island stool. You assumed he’d just woken up, accompanied with doing his daily hygiene because his soft voice still had the slightest rasp to it.

“We?” You jokingly snapped back. Kenma scoffed lightheartedly at you. The refrigerator door closed with a slight push, and Kenma sighed to where he could ask again. Some almost fully black stands came to fall in front of his face as he leaned forward on the cold, stone counter and his hair was pulled into a small ponytail, nothing left of the noticeable blonde but disproportional ends that fall into his large hoodie.

“Where are you going?”

You grab the plate but forget the juice for the morning. Back you go to the fridge almost in a rush.

“I’m going to a friend’s for breakfast, it’s this party thing she hosts every year,” you explain. “Almost like a friendsgiving. She takes it suuuuper serious.”

The juice is in one hand, a random cup in another. You twist around to pour the liquid on the island instead of the main countertop so you could engage in quick conversation with Kenma. As he got older he’s become more expressive and outgoing, just willingly reserved. He has, however, become a handful; and having lived with him, you’ve seen him take shots like a champ. You see his aloofness dissolve, his eyebrow coming up the slightest bit.

“And you’re eating breakfast before going to eat breakfast?” He slowed the pace of his words around the end of the sentence like he was judging you.

“I have to eat in the morning still, or I’ll pass out before I even get there Kenma! I’m kinda a little late though so you can heckle me when I get back.”

“Uhuh…”

Kenma hummed in response with an inconspicuous smirk on his face. You wouldn’t have even seen it if it weren’t for you waiting to see his reaction of your flawless vocabulary. He was however, changing his position to leaning back in the chair, already staring you incredulously. It was somewhat close to a manspread, his hands were tucked into the hoodie pockets, and the sight was way too much for you to handle this early in the morning.

So, you turned around to tend to your idle plate with jelly-less toast on it. You didn’t like Kenma specifically, persay, you would’ve liked it if any boy looked at you like that. Yeah. Don’t think too much about it.

Anyway, with the slide of a drawer you withdrew the knife and got to work. Unbeknownst to you, Kenma had not taken his eyes off your body. Your hair was still slightly wet but it made it easier for you to style. It was up. The backless halter top you wore was connected only by a string at your nape, and it left skin between that and your skinny jeans that fell down to your open toe, clear strap heels. You were dressed perfect for the summer occasion of a girls day out. And he was absolutely sulking in it.

“You look good.”

You hate the slight pause in your actions. You hate the way you had to question if he was talking to you or not, even if you were the only one in the house. You hate that you refuse to turn around to him. You hate the giddy smile that decorated your face. You hate that you had to cover up how everything you hated affected you, so you say “Thank you; flatter me more.”

He just outwardly chuckled, and ended with a “Maybe.” He starts again, “Hey is this who you were on the phone with last night? Who’s at the party I mean.”

“Hm?” Your chin did lead over your shoulder at this. “Yes actually, I’m surprised I’m up as early as I am considering she kept me up all night.” You resume.

“Tell her I said she should break up with him.”

You agree, “I will; she definitely needs to hear it.”

…

Suddenly, you snap your head back around quick enough to give you whiplash. You don’t get embarrassed easily, but you had to be blushing like a bitch.

This time Kenma’s smirk was very noticeable. You blink warily at him.

“Ken… how much did you hear?” Your voice was soft with curiosity mixed and thrown into fear. He just shrugged casually and quickly switched to an innocent façade. One thing you learned about him over the years: he has a badass poker face. And he’s a dick.

Such a dick, in fact, that after reassuring “I wasn’t eavesdropping so I didn’t hear much,” he let you take deep breaths of relief and turn back around to lather your second piece of toast. You felt the golden, low, cat-like eyes burning through the back of your head—so with indecision and obscurity—you looked over your shoulder again. He wore a shit eating grin.

You pointed the butterknife at him accusingly.

“You fucking liar! You heard all of it!!”

Kenma just smiled menacingly.

“I did hear all of it actually; but pushing that aside, why do I feel like I’ve never heard you say some of the words you said?” He tilts his head to the side, completely dismissing you.

“Kenma!?”

“Say pussy.”

This made you stop. You found him unbelievable, and you’d never admit what hearing him say pussy does to your mind, but his head was sideways in pure amusement like he was waiting on you to do it.

“Kenma. What.”

“Say it.”

You just stared at each other.

“Pussy,” you finally repeated. After lingering in the air a bit Kenma’s eyes went wide and he threw his head back to diminish into laughter.

“Kenmaaa.” You groaned loudly. He only laughed harder. “What all did you hear? Seriously!”

He calmed down to just a grin and ushered you to be as well with the palm of his hand.

“Okay okay—mainly the part where she explains how she hates the guy because she feels like he ignores her and has never made her cum—plus some other stuff, blah blah, that’s basically it,” He rambles.

It was your turn for your eyes to run wide, so in astonishment that your body couldn’t even address the other words that rolled out his mouth so easy. “I don’t want basically, I want all of it,” you declare.

“There’s not much more unless you’re including all the other dumb shit he did? Like how he told his friends she did something even if she didn’t, and she felt invalidated about it. I have amazing input on these types of situations by the way.”

Kenma was saying all this without any negative emotion, relaying it to you with normalcy. “The only thing after that was about yourself.”

You roll your eyes, but bingo. So he did hear it. He heard what you didn’t want him to. Your face may have dropped a tiny bit.

“…What was it? About how…I have—“

“—never squirted?” He finishes. Your chest tightened a little, and your face was red with what was anger transforming into something else. His ordinary apathetic gaze was locked on yours for a tiny moment, so you made it your responsibility to look away and grab your food.

“Gotta go now, I’m already late.” You swiftly unhooked the keys from the wall and opened the door. It wasn’t his fault he heard (because to be honest you two weren’t the quietest last night during your girl talk), but just now the fact that he knew upset you. Your best friend made it seem so easy, like she does it all the time, and it just made you seem like you were missing out how she explained it.

However, on your way out, Kenma did call for you from the kitchen. “Not everyone can do it,” He said. It was reassurance, you assume, but it didn’t really come off as such. He then says (more to himself you also assume), “Not everyone can make you do it either.”

This sat with you the whole breakfast/brunch party, champagne being passed around like candy but nothing could stop you from thinking about it. Of course it being a whole room of the closest friends, she re-explained last night’s gossip, the effects hitting you again as your friends chimed in on the situation. Was it really as good as they say?

——•——

You unlocked the house door, the apartment dim and quiet. It was around four now, you weren’t completely sober, and your heels clacked along the tile.

Dropping your arm to sit your purse on the counter and hang the keys, you undo a single strap and slip the shoes off. You carry them in your hand for the journey to your room.

Of course before you can reach your door, there’s Kenma’s slightly cracked open one to remind you of what he said. Not everyone can make you do it either.

What does that even mean; can’t you do it alone? Do you need someone else for it?

You weren’t dumb and at least knew what he was implying. It was an offer. Or maybe it wasn’t, and you’re just horny. Either way you find yourself stopped in front of the entrance to his room. You don’t bother to knock, it falls open with a slight push of your free hand.

Kenma resides at his setup, on his phone, the mic wrapped around his neck. The few moving lights in his room softly radiated from his pc, making him appear to be different strong shades of red and orange depending on when you looked. He didn’t seem to be streaming. Or he could be—he isn’t the nicest to his viewers.

He casts you a glance past his hair but dismisses your presence. You don’t really ever come into his room except to just grab something and go, usually a hair product.

You take a few steps inside. Then, you leisurely drop the heels at his bedside so he finally acknowledges your company.

“Ken?” Your delicate voice breaks the silence of the outside, completely unsure if there was music running through his headphones.

He clicks his phone off so you have his full attention.

“What’s up? How was it?”

You continued taking slow steps forward, with only one thing on your mind. And it wasn’t the party. “It was okay.”

Kenma surveys how you have yet to halt, inching closer and closer to him. It only took a slight examination of your face to see the solemnity. Blankness. He stands up from his seat and removes the headset from himself in concern before you can get any closer.

“You sure? You don’t look—”

“—Kenma. What did you say earlier?” You whisper. He was now directly in front of you.

He pauses for a second and his face converts to disbelief. “Are we still talking about the squirt thing?” He smiles mischievously, “I was just letting you know not to worry about it so much.”

You hate that word. It’s so gross sounding, so vulgar. But you can’t bring yourself to get him to stop saying it.

“Well I have been, so what happens now?” You peer strangely at each other, both acutely aware of where this was going.

“And you’re coming to me for this, why?” The ravenette taunts. He knew exactly why you were in his room right now, the curiosity having ate away at you all day. Like an itch that won’t go. You’ve gotta give in if this’ll go anywhere.

“Well you seem to know a lot about it…” you fumble with your bracelet nervously. You’ve gotten this far. “Could you…maybe help me?”

Kenma makes no sudden movements. He scans you suspiciously. A slight flush of red may have spread across your cheeks, but the darkness around you was protective. Hearing it actually come out of your mouth was a whole different story than imagining it.

“You want me to make you squirt?” He confirmed.

You may have physically cringed at that sentence because his hands find his sweat pockets in a ‘you said it not me’ manner.

“Yes.”

He scanned you again for good measure.

“Alright.”

With this he turned on his heel, stepped away, and sat in his gaming chair again. You stood there blankly, unaware of what to do. “Come here.”

You follow him to his setup. He sighs because he could see how uncomfortable you were.

“What usually do you do to get off?” He questions. He twists you around by your hips, your back facing him.

“Uh…It’s just kinda alone in my room I guess. I use my fingers usually.” You tried to keep your voice low enough to cure your embarrassment. Kenma, however, seemed to be doing this with ease. In fact, as he was asking you questions, he massaged your hips and waist soothingly.

“Is that it? You don’t watch or think about anything?”

You turn your head, “No. Am I supposed to?”

“I mean it’s not mandatory but you gotta think about something.”

“Whatever. Jeez, Kenma just say you think about me already.” You quip. Whatever he was doing was working, you were loosening up.

“Only when I’m about to cum. How do you like to be talked to?”

What?

You weren’t even going to ask about it. It was probably a joke anyway.

A moment of processing silence passed. “I don’t really know how I like to be talked to. Guys have tried to praise or degrade me but it never worked, so I just assumed I didn’t like the talk at all.”

He tugs on the shirt string at your neck. He watches you tense up at the action, so he rubs your trap in slow, circular motions instead. “If I say I like to be praised, all they do is say ‘good girl’ over and over. Gets kinda boring you know?” Is this you venting to Kenma about your boring sex life? Of course. You mess with your nails as you face away from him. Not for long though, because he turns you around.

“This is what I meant by not everyone can make you do it. Only you can guarantee yourself the highest pleasure 100% of the time,” Kenma drags you by your belt loops so you fall into the chair against him, “and me.”

He was so close now, your knees sliding under the chair arm. His breath could be felt on your skin and his hands were still pawing at your waist to glide up your back. You couldn’t bring yourself to put your full weight on him. However, he pulls you down anyway, and manually places your hands along his clothed chest so you could calm down. That was all he wanted from you right now. To relax and to take deep breaths.

“Warnings would be great Ken.”

“Yeah, but you said you don’t like to talk.”

“I don’t.”

“So should I warn you about how hard you make me dressed up like that?”

You moderately gasped at the comment placed right into your collarbone. You pressed down a tiny bit farther to see if you could feel it. You could. His breath fanned against your body and airy kisses lead.

You wonder where all of Kenma’s shyness over the years went because now you would never have guessed him to be like this. The friction fuels him to push you more.

Kenma could go on and on about these random intrusive thoughts he only gets at night—the only time where you seem to engulf his brain. Living with you over the years has been fine with zero temptation, but recently, it’s been like a hormone specifically for you snapped in his body. He feels the way you roll your hips the smallest bit for yourself. You liked the talk, just not the guys.

Soft fingers pull on a single string near your hair, releasing your breasts from the top as the fabric folded downwards between the two of you.

©️ hxltic

[blackberries45]

Time to Pay Your Dues (Beetlejuice Drabble)

Beetlejuice x reader

Notes: Mentions of bra/underwear/boobs but no gender mentioned.

Spelling and Grammar ain’t my thing, chicken wing.

No Smut but implied heading that way

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The first time you really did catch him off guard. He was too busy staring to be able to stop you before you said his name thrice. Now he was just biding his time. You hadn’t caught on yet, but you weren't faster than him in the least. He was just letting you play this little game. He knew it had to be benefiting you in some way and it most certainly was benefiting him. A dead guy can only take being teased for so long though.

******

For weeks you've been playing a nasty little game with Beetlejuice. The first time you pulled it after a mischievous thought had popped in your head stepping out of the shower. Just as you were wrapping yourself with the towel, you called out his name. He was so caught up in the moment of seeing you starting to drop the towel that you banished him as quickly as you had summoned him. You cackled all the way to your bedroom and the game began.

You had managed to do it three or four times more. Each time either in a compromising position, like leaning over to grab something off the floor and your butt in the air or were in the middle of changing. You even managed to ask him once while putting on a dress if he thought it was pretty before sending him off again. You knew it couldn't last long but it lasted a lot longer than you thought possible. This time had to be the last. You could only imagine what he’d do if he stopped you from saying his name and sending him back.

*****

The matching underwear set was hot and you knew it. You had never bought yourself anything that looked quite like this before and currently had no one to share it with. Truthfully you bought it just to pull this last tease, if you were being honest with yourself. This would be it. The grand finale. It was perfect. He would lose his ever loving stupid little dead mind and you couldn't wait to watch his face. You positioned your hair and pulled your boobs up in the bra cups. Next you adjusted the panty straps just perfectly on your hips, approving of the view in the mirror. It was clear by now that Mr Beej didn't care about your stretch marks or your weight, he devoured you visually just the same each time. God you'd be thinking about this forever. Was this little game starting to turn you on? Before you lost your nerve and talked yourself out of it, three times that ghoul’s name left your lips.

Usually Beetlejuice's preferred method was to startle you or at least appear somewhere unexpected. This time, he was right in the doorway where you had hoped he would be. He was leaning against the casing perfectly, with one boot resting against the bottom of the door frame and his other leg slightly forward to push his weight back. Removing the cigarette from between his lips, he ever so slightly started to turn his head. If the light hadn't been just right to catch the glint of his blue eyes, you wouldn't have noticed that he was drinking you from the bottom to the top. Nothing about him moved besides his eyes and a slight flick to his cigarette. He took another drag and let it out, staring at you now. The gulp you made was audible and you were starting to lose your nerve.

“Do you, uh, do you like it? I got it on sale. I've never bought myself a matching set like this before but I figured it deserved to be seen by someone else who would appreciate it” The nerve came back and the smugness dripped off of you as your head slightly tilted to the side. The corner of your mouth started to go up in a slight sneer. You knew in half a second what you were going to do but truthfully you were expecting a little more reaction from him. This was taking away from the game. Was he disappointed? As the excited smile started to fade, the words started forming in your mouth but he already knew what was coming and was prepared.

Instantly what felt like a shoelace tied your lips together. You put your fingers up to your mouth in pure surprise, eyes wide as you started to panic. Beetlejuice turned away from you, taking another puff of his cigarette and letting you mumble under your restraint.

“I think I've had enough of your little game there, babes” He flicked the cigarette somewhere unseen and started walking towards you. You couldn’t help but feel some tingle of turn on even as your protesting noises became louder.

Pulling at your lips you found an end that you could start to pull. You looked down at your fingers as you started to yank on the string. Before you could continue however, in one snap of his pale long fingers, you heard the bedroom door bang and suddenly you were slammed into it. His hands were on your ass as he pinned you up against the door. You couldn't help but brace yourself on his shoulders and your face bent down to his. Still wide-eyed but mouth no longer sewn shut, you gulped again.

“I don't like being repeatedly teased without a payoff. So honey, it's time to pay your dues.” He leaned into your neck, kissing it lightly once and enjoying feeling you shiver. “Good thing you bought this on sale” he snapped your underwear band with a lazy finger against your ass “because it won’t even be worth free when I get done ripping it off you”

[plasticferal]

I need a Matt or Chris smut where they use toys on the reader and overstimulate her pleaseee🙏🏻🙏🏻

don't be shy | chris sturniolo.

authors note: this is my twist on the idea so i hope it's okay. i never proof read sorry lol. thank you for the request!

warnings: 18+, praise!chris, kinda neutral, use of vibrator, overstimulating, unprotected sex, squirting, explicit language. it's kinda filthy, so if you're not into it, don't read. reader discretion strongly advised.

you hardly ever got your house empty, a rarity and gift especially when you haven't had any alone time with chris recently. the second you messaged him that you have an empty house, are half naked and patiently waiting for him on your bed, you knew he'd find any means possible to get himself to you.

the second he appears at your front door, in a baggy t-shirt, fleece shorts and prominent messy bed hair, he's all over you, a burning appetite to please you, to have you all to himself.

his eyes go wide seeing you in nothing but your bra and underwear when you open the door. he doesn't even speak before his hands find themselves under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly. he carries you from the front door, kicking it closed behind him and fixating on your mouth with his own.

chris moans into the kiss, grabbing your ass he makes his way into your bedroom. tossing you on the bed, he shoves his pants down to his waist and you can see his semi-hard cock reacting to the sight of you already, begging to escape from his waistband.

chris crawls over you, tearing his shirt over his head in the process and discarding it on the floor, using his knees to part your legs and he finds himself situated over you. he comfortably hovers in-between your legs, supporting himself up with hands digging into the pillow that your head lays on.

"i missed you so much," his husky voice is deep in your ear, and he kisses under your jawline, neck, lips, nose. every inch of your skin he admires, and missed.

you're panting at the friction chris is making on top of you, grinding into your lace underwear through his boxers. your hair tangles in his hair and his mouth attacks your neck, sucking marks you know you'll have to cover later.

"baby, baby," you tap his shoulder with a shaky breath and point to your bedside table.

he reaches into your drawer to pull out the box of condoms he had left here for the rare occasion you needed it at your house. rummaging around, you hear his hands make contact with something that you know straight away isn’t cardboard.

while he's rummaging with his right hand, his left hands crawls up your shirt, under your bra strap, and squeezes your breast. he moans into your skin as he licks from your neck to behind your ear.

he pulls out the phallic shaped rubber that has a slight hook, and a cord hanging from the end, detaching form your skin, and you're instantly mortified.

your mouth parts open and you watch chris lifts his head. he freezes and his forehead ripples, eyebrows almost touching in the middle with how hard he’s observing the foreign object. he sits up, straddling your legs and sitting back on heels, gripping your vibrator in his hand.

“the fuck is this?” he's viewing it from every angle possible. you feel your face turn hot immediately, covering your mouth and muffling your chuckle.

“chris that’s-” the second you go to explain yourself he presses the dainty little power on button at the bottom, and his eyes go wide, jaw drops and he faces you abruptly.

“oh?” his mouth is still open in shock but the corners turn into a mischievous grin.

"how often do you use it?" his tone is humorous almost, a mix between teasing you and genuine intrigue.

"whenever you're not around," you're hesitant to respond, a wave of embarrassment washing over you.

"so you're my competition, huh?" he jokes to the object he's holding, and all you want to do is rip it from his hands. he's having too much fun with your discomfiture. the second you reach up from laying down to remove it, he yanks it back, shaking his head at you.

"no no, sweetheart,"

"put it down, christopher. oh my god," you whine, running your hands over your face and wanting to smother yourself with a pillow.

you can't believe he's being stubborn over your own toy, and you're fearing more that he won't let you live it down. you've never admit him that you use a vibrator, not that you feel you've needed to, but you had no intention of this being how he finds out.

"does it feel good?" he asks, switching it off to focus on your answer. you shrug, not knowing if he truly wants to hear how good it is when you use it.

your answer should be, it's euphoric, and gets you off a little too quick. of course chris gives a different kind of sensation, and it's almost like his cock was made for you. formed perfectly for your cunt. it's all you think about when you get yourself off. but sometimes, an external orgasm is all you need.

"i asked you a question, y/n" he snaps you out of your thoughts.

when you look at chris again, he's still eyeing the toy in his hand. you can almost physically see the gears in his brain turning, and suddenly chris shuffles off the mattress and positions himself at the end of the bed.

"come closer," he waves his hand, signalling for you to scoot the edge.

"what are you doi-" you sit up to look at him, but he shakes his head is dismissal of your words.

"trust me," he interrupts. "i wanna make you feel good." chris is enliven in the way he speaks.

he's adjusting himself in his boxers before turning his full attention onto you. when you finally shuffle down, spread your legs for him and lay back on the mattress, chris plants one of his knees on the edge of your bed to get a better angle.

he rubs his thumb over your clothed cunt, feeling the wet patch that's evident through the white silk, and you know his mouth is watering at the sight. he hooks one of his fingers underneath, feeling his rough hands brush your clit ever so lightly. he toys with you a little, dancing on your skin as he pushes your panties to the side.

you hear the all too familiar and reassuring buzz of your vibrator being switched back on, the lowest setting creating a light hum in the room. chris grabs one of your ankles, using it to part your legs more as he leans over closer to your heat. using his free hand he spreads your folds open with his index and ring finger, giving him full view.

you have an instinct to clamp your legs shut at his slow, tantalizing movements, your thighs tense with anticipation and chris can feel you squirming.

"don't be shy now, princess" he chuckles, caressing his thumb over your sensitive and needy clit again, circling the bead and using your own wetness to ease his movements.

finally, chris brings the toy in between your thighs and lets the tip connect with where his thumb was, replacing it with the vibrating sensation that makes your hips rise off the bed and throw your head back. you grab at chris's wrist, digging your fingers into his skin as you let the shock settle into your body.

"fuck," chris swallows, licking his lips as he watches you in awe. he plants his free hand on your thigh, holding your leg down as your body wriggles under him.

"still, baby," he speaks, getting on his knees so he's eye level with your pussy. chris lifts the vibrator as high as he can while still making contact with your clit, but you feel his finger tease your entrance. his ring finger swirls around in how soaked you are before finally pushing in, and the mix of his finger curling into you and the stimulation on your clit has you grasping for air.

"y'like that, baby? fuck you look so pretty right now," chris admires your body rolling and arching as he moves the vibrator according to where your body goes.

"chris, oh my god," you sound like a pornstar at how high pitched your voice has gone, moaning his name like your life depended on it. you can literally already feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax as you jolt upwards into the toy, softening and intensifying the pressure every time you do.

"louder, baby. i wanna hear you, c'mon" he speaks with ardour.

chris slides a second finger into you, arching them inside and tormenting your walls with deep thrusts, in and out. you're stunned that he's managing to keep track of everything, focusing on all your pressure points at once.

"sh,shit, ugh, that feels so good," you cry on your words, eyes clenching shut and watering, neck straining into the quilt underneath you.

he fucks his fingers into you harder, louder, your own cunt making a puddle underneath you, leaving a grey patch. your pussy is flowing onto his hands at this point and if he wasn't so focused, you know he'd be licking you clean.

you feel his long hair tickle your shin as he leans closer, circling the vibrator in a small, specific circle, hearing the buzzing make a rhythmic tune.

"chris baby, i'm gonna cum, m' gonna cum," you feel yourself build up a tension like you need to pee.

the feeling begging and pushing so hard on your walls when chris' fingers fill you that you're almost worried to release, and tightening up just in case. you've never squirted using the vibrator alone, but chris's thick long fingers hitting your walls has you on the edge.

"f-fuck," you ball the sheets underneath you into your fist, feeling the liquid project from your holes between chris's fingers. chris groans at the sight, opening his mouth and letting you release all over his face. he removes the vibrator, using his hand to splash and rub your cunt so fast and so aggressively, his other hand still thrusting in and out of your cunt. you feel him from every angle, and you're a moaning mess.

"yes, YES, oh fuck," you scream, orgasm hitting it's peak and chris finally diving his mouth into you. he licks up your folds, pulling his fingers out of you to spread you even more, rubbing his face between your thighs and moaning into your cunt, kissing, sucking, swallowing his words between your legs.

"m'god that was so fucking hot," his words are restricted against your pussy, and you squeeze his head between your legs as your body tosses and turns from your high.

you reach down and cradle his head in your palms, curling your fingers into his hair and shake as chris attacks your already exhausted clit with his tongue, plunging deep.

“i can’t chris, i-i can’t” you beg, arching your back, chest to the sky and your core exasperated from the knot it's already let go of.

"you can baby,” he presses down on your stomach, which makes you jolt even more, pinning your ass back onto the mattress. he detaches his mouth and stands up from his spot on the floor, shoving his boxers down to his ankles and stepping out of them.

you're given a window of a break to catch your breath, staring up at him, half dazed and eyes glazed over. his hard cock is dripping with precum, and you admire as he strokes himself a few times, slowly and grasping the full length of his dick. he pushes into his tip, his own breath shuttering at his own touch, biting his bottom lip hard.

you lay in suspense and cricket rub your feet together, feeling sticky and wet between your legs, flushed red and realising neither of you acknowledged how your body had just reacted. when chris saunters over to you again. he spreads your legs for you.

"remember what i said, darling. don't be shy," he grabs the still buzzing toy from where he tossed it on the bed earlier, finding a much more intense, faster, more furious setting. he grins cunningly when the toy shakes violently in his grip. he grabs your hand and makes you take it in your own.

"show me what you got," he charms, lining his cock up with your entrance.

using both of his free hands, he grips either side of your waist, lifting the bottom half of your body up to him. your heels are planted but your ass is elevated, mimicking a bridge pose. his hands dig so deep in your hip bones your skin feels hot beneath his touch.

he inches his cock into your cunt, making you take a sharp breath inward and he pauses, letting you adjust. you clench around his cock and bring the vibrator back to your throbbing pearl, adding the lightest pressure you can. chris pushes your hand down so the vibrator is actually making contact and you let out a yell, a screech almost.

chris fills you, his shaft sliding in with ease as your juices lubricate your walls and he moans, exhaling through his nose at the feeling of you.

he could collapse right then and then, but he pulls back and thrusts into you again, watching your tits bounce in your bra, pulling out, and fucking into you harder. his hips drive back and ram forward again, a consistent motion that takes full control of your body. you're still in disarray, your mouth feeling dry at the way your mouth is hung open, panting and breathing irregular.

"you take me so fucking well," chris growls, digging as far as he possibly can into you, rolling his hips so you feel his cock in every inch.

"chris, it's too much," a tear falls, and you pull the vibrator away again to focus on one thing.

the pleasure and craving you've have for him inside of you makes you feel safe, and the way chris's face is lightly beading with sweat, his hair frizzing and jaw tense with focus, makes your body ache.

"you want me to stop, princess?" he slows his thrusts, and instinctively you shake your head no. he lets out a 'that's what i thought' scoff.

your hands hand grab at air, aiming for his waist to pull him back in, the friction cutting off making your stomach flutter. he listens to your queue, asserting back into your cunt.

"mgh, shit, chris," you whine, drilling into your clit with the toy. it's hammering into your cunt and your eye's are puffy and red trying not to let your overwhelming feelings of escalate.

"you're doing so good, baby. so fucking good for me," he bites, hands moving down to your thighs to get a better grip. he slaps into your skin aggressively and his breathing jumps, little moans escaping with each push.

"please, please, fuck'ng shit, fuck this" you choke on your partial words, needing so desperately to throw the vibrator to the side, the sensation becoming a burn and stinging your skin.

chris fucks into you fast, and you're shaking the mattress. you toss the toy to the side, hearing it switch off immediately. you bring your fingers to your clit and wave into yourself with a gentle, more delicate touch.

"i need to finish so bad, please, please," you beg.

"fuck, holy fuck," he pants, his stomach tensing, muscles in his arms becoming more prominent and veins visible.

"me too, baby. can't hold on," chris says, pulling out the second his body arches and twitches.

he purses his lips hard, dick pulling out and the sudden feeling of his cum, warm and thick, string onto your exposed stomach. chris jerks himself to completion, whining in his throat. releasing his pent up tension, it's a mess on your skin. your own climax washes over you at your own touch and you're caterwauling loudly.

chris takes a moment to collapse onto your legs, half on the mattress half off with the lower half of his body. you give a light laugh, brushing hair from his eyes as his face lays next to your hip. he looks up at you through hooded eyes, a tired look on his face. you grab whatever fabric you can find around you and wipe your stomach sloppily, not really caring about the mess.

"do you have any other toys we can try?" his unsteady voice asks.

you wish you could react with a lot more energy, but your body will barely allow you to move. you roll your eyes, giving a listless laugh.

at this point, you're not embarrassed, don't feel like shying away. chris never needs to prove he can make you feel good, but will try to one up himself every time. you can only imagine how he'd act when you show you him what else you have hiding.

[justevelynnnn]

No title😭

Content: Nerd!Armin x Blk!Fem Reader.

Nerd Armin who has never felt the touch of a woman gets ummmm touched 😋

Notes: I’m not obsessing over this man anymore or anything like that but i just saw this sitting in my notes app since JANUARYYY😭👎🏾 so here it is just copied and pasted. So probably my last Armin post sorry😭

Warnings: Smut/Nsfw

You and Armin have been keeping things lowkey for a while now. Basically being each others sneaky link with out the “fun” in a way?

You’ve made out with him dozens of times and he’s felt up on you a couple of times but that’s it.

Never anything more..

He was your typical nerd boy. Scrawny. Glasses. Weird interests. And you loved it all. All the quirkiness that came with Armin.

He was really awkward around you and at first you thought he was tryna be funny but then you noticed how he’s turn red around you and you soon realized the poor boy actually had a crush on you.

You thought he was cute and especially with his intelligence you found yourself interested in him too.

It was the oddest and most unexpected couple ever. The world will be shook at the two of you.

So that’s why for now you two keep things under the wraps.

Tonight, you’re spending the night with Armin watching him play games on his computer. He looked so cute with his headphones on and the concentrated look on his face.

“You so fine, Min min.” You said starring at him.

He just smiled at you and blushed. “Thanks…..”

You sat next to him with a tight tank top and some shorts. Everything hugged you nicely and showed your shape off well. So well that Armin couldn’t help but stare a few more seconds at your body before looking away quickly.

You soon got an idea…

“Min…look..” You say as you start to push a strap of your tank top of your shoulder. You started to tease him as a joke and because you loved seeing him all nervous.

“Oh! Um..oh what are you..doing..” He said gulping. He paused his game to watch what you did next.

You started to pull your tank top off and soon your f/c bra was showing. You squeezed your breasts and watched as Armin turned beet red.

Then you started to pull your shorts off to reveal your f/c panties and Armin’s eyes nearly popped out his skull.

“What are you doing y/n..?” Armin asked eyeing you up.

For weeks you’ve been wanting to do Armin. So so bad and ruin his innocence but you never thought the time was right. You decided if you ever were gonna get to do this now is the best time.

“I want you Armin.”

“Oh.”

“I’m ready to take the next step….”

“Well…if you’re ready…” Armin looks away nervously. “Let’s go to my bed though ok?”

You guys move to his bed and you lay on your back after undoing the back of your bra. Armin starts to remove his shirt but then he stops.

“Sorry, i’ve never done this before…i’m so nervous and you’re…so pretty..” Armin says pulling his shirt off after saying that.

“That’s ok just take your time.” You say smiling. Armin was so sweet and cute. You got so so lucky with him.

You notice the tent in his pants and joke, “You seem pretty excited though i know that..”

Armin looks away quickly after noticing you were staring at his hard on. “Gosh…y/n…”

“Pull my bra off, Min.”

“Oh..um..ok…”

Armin nervously pulls your bra and reveals your breasts. “Oh wow..”

“You can touch them if you want…” You say fondling your boobs but Armin just whimpers and freezes.

“Come on, don’t be shyyyyy!”

“Ok…” Armin says as he gently holds your boobs. “They’re really soft and squishy.”

“Y’like em?”

“Yeah..i really do…”

You let him play with your breasts for a bit and then you guided his hands to your hips where your underwear were.

“Pull them off baby…” You look at him through your long lashes. His face is a burning red but his eyes are filled with lust and need.

He pulls your underwear off slowly and slides them off your legs. You notice how awfully hard he is after you’re completely bare. You giggle and he looks away.

“Minnnnn…i can’t be the only one naked.” You playfully whined.

“Ok, ok..it’s just…you’re so pretty.” The blond says quietly. He starts to pull his shirt off and you see his slight abs.

He throws his shirt on the ground next to your clothes and he gets up and starts to take his pants off. After he was in everything but his underwear he goes to his nightstand and pulls out a condom.

“Why do you have that in there, Min?” You ask.

He looks at you and winks. Now it was your turn to blush.

He climbs on the bed and admires your body once more. You eyeball the tent in his underwear. He reads your mind and starts to slowly pulls his underwear down. He springs out and you gasp.

“What…” He whispered.

“You’re so…oh my..”

He was way bigger than you thought. About a good 7 inches with some girth. Would he even fit?

“It’s ok if you don’t wanna… we can like watch a movie or-“

“No, it’s ok. You’re just bigger than i thought. I trust you though..” You smile at him. There is no one else you’d wanna do this with honestly.

He smiles back and opens the condom wrapper to put it on. He gets between your legs and starts to kiss you. He moves to suck and lick your neck and that really started to get you going.

It seemed like he feed off your moans and your body moving in reaction to his touches and kisses. He moves his hands to hold your hips in place continues to mark you on your neck.

A finger of his slips down between your legs and to where your pussy was. “Oh, wow…you’re really wet. Like slick.” He says looking at his now glistening finger.

“Stop, Minnnn” You whine hiding behind your hands.

“Sorry..Are you ready now?” His eyes are now soft as he waits for your consent.

You nod and so he lines himself up with your entrance and teases a bit before slipping the head in your pink and brown folds. As he going in it really stretches you as it was your first time and it did hurt a bit so Armin stopped once he was halfway in after seeing you wince in pain. He kissed your forehead and apologized softly.

Then when it was ok he started to move again but slowly. Once he was all the way inside he would slowly pull out and when you nodded he thrusted back in. It took a few thrusts for you both to get used to it as it was new for him too and once it felt really good he had gotten a good speed going.

“Minnnnn, my God please don’t stop!” You moaned and gripped the sheets under you. For a virgin he was really good at this even though he was awkward as hell doing literally anything else.

He continued to fuck you like this for the next 5 minutes. The room was filled with sounds of skin slapping, moaning and Armin's bed squeaking. He started to groan about how he was getting close and you felt like you were getting close too. He moves a hand better your legs to rub your clit which only made you feel closer to finishing.

Then suddenly you feel your body shaking and pure euphoria. You grip Armins shoulders has his thrusts become shaky and slowed. You can tell he finished too by how he thrown his head back and slowed to a stop. He lays on top of you huffing and puffing. You guys sweat combines as his naked body lays on top of yours and he stays like this for the next few minutes.

“That was…so fucking good. Sex is amazing.” Armin says into your shoulder.

You busted out laughing but only because of how he said it. “You are so cute, Min. I love you.”

He smiles as he gets off of you and gets rid of the condom as he starts to help you clean up. You guys washed the clothes and changed the sheets and once everything was done and y’all were clean you guys cuddled up in Armins bed.

[ningvory]

Can I request g!psubbyidol!Tzuyu x fan reader?

first twice request!! <33

parings: subby!g!p!tzu x dom!fan!reader

synopsis: tzu gets so hard from checking you out, she asks you to fuck her!! <33

warnings: recording, degrading kink, riding, creampie, cum eating, readers younger than tzu, dick sucking, tzu’s a bit of a perv, mean reader!!

you two would meet at one of their fan signs in la. you were so excited that you get to talk to the members up close especially your bias, tzuyu!! tzu was at the end so she was the last one you’ll see, you could barely contain your excitement when it was finally your turn to talk to her!

she thought you were so adorable and pretty, she could barely focus on your words because she was busy looking at your plump lips!! she would hand you your album when she was done signing it, also secretly putting her phone number there as well! hoping you two could meet later! <33

tzu would invite you to the hotel room she was staying in. she was so surprised by your outfit it caused her dick to harden in her panties! you’re wearing a tight spaghetti strap crop top that revealed your plush tits along with a short skirt that showed your ass when you would bend down.

poor tzu!! she was so lost in thought of you fucking her dumb and her eating you out, the tent grew so hard in her pants she couldn’t take it anymore!! :((

“i’m sorry- im really sorry! you look so pretty i couldn’t help it!! can you fuck me please?” she would beg you, placing your hand on her boner making gasp of how hard she was!

“aww unnie~ have you gotten hard? you could’ve asked me to help you!!” you teased, removing your hand to sit on her boner making her squeal out and buck up into you!

she would be so cute!! shyly asking you to record so she can jerk off to it later when she was horny, and of course you agreed! you positioned her phone to where the video could capture the two of you. you took off her pants and boxers and pushing your skirt and panties down so the video got a nice view of your cunt!

“you’re such a perv, unnie! do you do this with your other fans as well? beg them to fuck you after you made yourself hard by checking them out?” you giggled, riding on her cock so fast making her loose her breath and arch her back, your tight cunt was just squeezing her so well!! :((

tzu would cum so much! balls so heavy she repeatedly shot her load up into your cunt making it spill out of you and on her cock! ♡

you would make tzu record you sucking her off!! you had to hold her legs apart because she kept trying to close them :(( her hands were so shaky trying to record you sucking her off!! you would look into her eyes with doe eyes, making her cum even faster!!

she shot her load into your mouth and you raised up to kiss her, pushing all of her creamy cum into her mouth and making her swallow it!! it’s safe to say that whenever she would come to la, she would definitely invite you to her hotel room again so you two can fuck!! <33

[ashwhowrites]

Older! Eddie Munson x reader they are neighbors, and one night, she gets really drunk, and Eddie sees her from the window, and helps her to get in her house and tucked in her bed sleeping, the next day, reader wakes up and remembers all that, and she decides that she needs to thanks Eddie

⚠️Needs to thank Eddie.....sounded sexual to me ( I'm probably just horny ) so smut at the end

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting <3

Thank you

Eddie was sitting on his couch as he flipped through the same boring channels. His house was silent as he turned it off, deciding to call it a night.

He went to head upstairs when he heard a door slam and a familiar laugh followed. He looked out his window to see his younger neighbor, Y/N stumbling out of an Uber. He watched closely to see if she was alright, but she seemed wasted as she tripped over her heels. He threw on his shoes and went out the door. Quickly running to her house.

"Hey sweets, let me help." He said, announcing his arrival as softly as he could so he didn't scare her.

She looked up and smiled when she saw it was him. Her eyes were heavy as she cheered. "EDDIE!" she threw her arms up, the strap of her dress falling down her shoulder.

Eddie smiled at her, he always had a soft spot for her. He grabbed her hands and yanked her to her feet. She shuttered as his soft hand grazed her skin and fixed her strap. He kept one hand in hers as he walked her to her front door.

"Keys." He said, holding out his free hand. She dug in her purse and handed them over.

Once he unlocked the door, he led her in. She closed it behind him as he set her keys on the table.

"Can you take those off for me?" He asked. She nodded, removing her hands from him as she leaned against the door and removed her heels. She felt herself moaning at the relief, and Eddie awkwardly coughed as he found himself a little turned on.

"Let's go upstairs." He said, grabbing her hand as he helped her walk upstairs. He led her to her bedroom and walked her to her bed.

"Fuck, I've been thinking of this since I left." She moaned, throwing herself on her bed. Eddie laughed and turned her around so she was on her back.

"Have some wipes for your face? To get the makeup off?" He asked, looking around her room.

"Your girlfriend taught you that?" She asked, a pout on her face as she thought about Eddie having a girlfriend. She secretly always had a crush on her older neighbor. She spent so many days watching him cut his grass or trim down his trees. His white tank top stuck to his sweaty skin and his hair was thrown in a bun.

"Don't have one, gorgeous. But I did learn from an ex. So where are they?" He asked again.

"I'm not telling." She said, crossing her arms as she giggled.

"Why's that?" He asked, laughing as she drunkenly smiled at him.

"I don't want you to think I'm not gorgeous anymore." Her eyes were soft as she looked up at him.

"I will always think you are gorgeous, silly. You're breathtaking, with or without makeup. Plus! I've seen you without makeup and you still made my world stop." He confessed, softly looking down at her as he rubbed her knee.

"Bathroom." She mumbled, feeling her face blush as he walked away. She took a moment to silently scream in her head. She smiled like a schoolgirl as she replayed his words over and over.

He came back with the wipes, sitting next to her as he gently removed the makeup from her face. She sighed as she relaxed against her pillows. But her hand stayed connected to him, wanting to feel some part of him. Once he finished, he threw away the wipes in her trash. Standing up he walked to her dresser.

"Pajamas in here?" He asked, opening the first drawer, immediately slamming it shut as he saw lace panties and her bras. He took a second to collect himself. Begging his mind not to imagine her wearing it.

"I don't wear pajamas." Well, Eddie couldn't ignore that. He bit his lip as he turned around.

"Okay then! I think I'll let you sleep then." He said quickly, trying to hide his growing erection as he went to go out the door.

"Wait! Can you help me?" She asked, he turned around to see her sitting up, trying to reach behind her.

Eddie took a deep breath and walked over. Reminding himself it was inappropriate to be attracted to his younger neighbor. She was drunk and needed help. She stood up, wobbling slightly as she turned. Eddie felt himself groaning at her bare back, his fingers grazing her skin. She felt so soft. He unzipped her dress, swallowing hard as more skin began to show as the zipper went further down.

"There you go." He gulped stepping back, but then she turned and dropped the dress. Wearing nothing but a black thong she thanked him.

"Welcome." He squeaked, his eyes roamed around her chest, then her stomach and legs. But snapping himself out of it. She laid down in her bed, a yawn covering the silence in the room.

"Sleep tight." He said, turning off her light and heading out.

Eddie is ashamed to say he touched himself before he fell asleep.

~~~

Y/N woke up with a small headache, thankful she wasn't hungover. She crawled out of bed and changed into a tank top and sweatpants. She remembered everything about last night. She smiled as she thought about how Eddie helped her, took care of her, the lust in his eyes as he looked at her. The tension between them was heavy and she wanted to see where it could lead.

She left her house and walked to his. She knocked on his door as she waited for him to open it. She smiled when the door opened, her breath in her throat when Eddie stood shirtless, sweatpants low on his thin hips, and his bed hair wild.

"Did I wake you up? I'm so sorry." She apologized, it was clear he just got out of bed. But damn did he look amazing. His toned frame and tattoos had her craving to touch him.

"It's alright, no worries. I'm glad to see you aren't as dead as I thought you'd be." He joked.

"I came to say thank you for that and to repay you!" She said.

"It's really nothing." He shrugged, but she refused to let him dismiss her.

"Please? I just want to come in and thank you. Then I'll go." She offered, spending time with her was something Eddie was glad to accept. He stepped back and allowed her to walk in. His cold air hit her body and her nipples hardened. Something Eddie noticed immediately since she wasn't wearing a bra.

"How did you want to repay me?" Eddie asked, using the band on his wrist to throw his hair in a bun. She stared memorized as his arms flexed and veins stood out.

"Like this." She said seductively, dropping to her knees as she looked up at him. He looked down at her shocked, his mouth dropping open as he stuttered.

"Oh no, you really don't have to do that." He said, but the hard cock in her face told her something else.

"And if I really want to? What if I thought about it so many times?"

"You...thought about this?" He smirked, his hand reaching down to grip her chin. He loved the way she moaned and melted into him.

"So many times." She confessed as she tugged down his sweatpants, his hard cock free.

She didn't wait for him to speak, taking him in her mouth as she wrapped her lips around him. Her hands were on the back of his thighs.

"Fuck...that's good." He moaned, bucking his hips slowly as he fucked her throat. He couldn't deny that he thought about this many times before as well.

"Never knew you liked them older, baby." He smirked, she removed her mouth and jerked him off. Smiling she breathed, "Just you. Had my eyes on you since I moved in." She confessed.

"I've had my eyes on you too." He moaned as she took him in her mouth again. Staying still as he took control. He held her head as he fucked her throat, his hips moving fast as he chased his high. Eddie has had many girlfriends, but God no one touched him like she did. She was young but she wasn't inexperienced. She knew exactly how to suck him off and it made his head spin. He thought about how shy she was last night, the look of jealousy in her eyes when she asked about his girlfriend and the smirk she had when she caught him looking at her naked chest.

But here they were, her on her knees as she got him closer to his orgasm.

"Gonna cum down that pretty throat, and you are going to swallow all of it." He demanded, fucking her throat as fast as he could, moaning as he released down her throat. She held still as he came down her throat, tears in her eyes as she held him in the back of her throat.

He moaned as he slowly removed himself from her mouth, a trail of his cum connecting from his tip to her bottom lip. He groaned as she licked her lips. She opened her mouth proudly to show she swallowed every drop.

Maybe she should have gotten drunk a long time ago.

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[thirstywoso]

LESSONS IN PHOTOGRAPHY (PART 4)

Jessie Fleming x Reader 18+

AN: this is shitty, the ending was so rushed but my motivation got lost somewhere on the way. I do have more works coming which will hopefully be better than this one!

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: smut, fingering, strap on use, marking, sucking the strap, again probably more but I can't think

Your finger tips trace over the purpling bruises, feeling the heat rise in your core again as your eyes flicker over to where the camera sits on the side.

That's when a great idea comes to mind.

Heart racing you look at the clock again, surely Jessie wouldn't be back for a little while yet.

Pulling yourself up out of bed you go to where the camera is set up. Removing the SD card and grabbing your laptop from the side you sit back on the bed pulling up the video.

You watched the close up of Jessie as she inched her way towards your dripping and aching core, the memory sending heat waves to the exact same place, only this time you didn't have Jessie to help satisfy those needs.

You then watched as your girlfriend possessively growled the word "mine" into your thigh before making eye contact with you through the screen.

The throbbing between your legs becoming all too much as you snake your hand under the waistband of your panties finding your soaked centre.

Running your fingers through your folds you find your bundle of nerves, tightly circling it with your slick digits. Groaning at the feeling, obviously not as good as Jessie would do it but watching her on the screen sliding her tongue through your folds whilst her nose bumps along your clit made you hotter than ever.

Throwing your head back you push two fingers into your soaking core, your pussy hungrily swallowing your fingers enjoying the delicious stretch they provided.

The feeling so good that you didn't hear the front door open and close downstairs and your pants drowning out the noise of your bedroom door as it creaks open.

It's only when your head snaps forward and eyes shoot open seeing your girlfriend staring down at you as she grabs your hand stilling it.

Too afraid to move the tape keeps playing on your laptop, making it very hard to deny what you were just doing. If not for the video you were watching but the evident sheen of arousal on your fingers that Jessie was now beginning to suck into her waiting mouth.

Swirling her tongue around your digits you couldn't even speak, continuing to stare at her as she pulls your fingers from her mouth with a pop.

Shutting the laptop and putting in on the side she pushes you backwards straddling your waist.

Looking you in the eye as her hand closes around your throat. Gulping and the thick tension that now filled the room. Opening her mouth to speak you had only now realised neither of you had said anything since she entered the room.

"How many times have I told you that I'm the only one that's allowed to touch that pretty pussy?" She asks

"Umm" you swallow.

"Too many, too many times after I have asked you nicely, demanded you, pleaded with you and yet you still disobey me" she pauses for a beat

"What will it take for you to finally listen to me? Huh? Or is that it? You get off on being punished like the filthy little slut that you are?"

Your mouth opens to respond but no rational response comes out

"That's what I thought"

Squeezing down on your neck a little harder her thumb pushing on your chin so you're forced to look up into her eyes.

"I own that pussy, you only cum when I tell you that you can"

"Yes Jessie" you whimper out, mouth agape staring up into her darkened eyes.

"Good" she replied before spitting into your mouth and holding it shut so you swallow.

"Good girl" she says before standing up off the bed.

Removing her clothes as you remove your remaining items which were your sleep shorts and panties.

"Look how wet you are for me already, this is going to be so much fun" she grunts out with want.

Crawling back on top of you her fingers find your wet slick sliding through your folds sending ripples through your lower stomach. No matter how many times you did this with Jessie it always gave you fireworks down below.

Kissing along the column of your neck as she lazily spread you with her digits. A sigh getting caught in your throat as she suckled down on your pulse point, laying seductive kisses, nips and licks along the bruises she had left the night before.

Lacing her free hand with your fingers propping it above your head as she continued her administrations only adding to the marks already littering your skin, the dark purple contrasting with the red. Running out of space to mark she looks up at you.

"Clearly these marks mean nothing to you, I own you and if this isn't enough for you then I'm going to have to claim your chest too" she shrugs at you.

Her mouth then attached to the side of your breast, sucking down hard grazing her teeth along the hot skin, trailing her tongue from one side of your chest to the other. Back and forth littering your skin with hot seething bites and kisses, marking every piece of available skin. Going back over any part she missed, claiming you inch by inch, pulling back she looked down at you grinning.

"Perfect" she whispers.

You sit up slightly looking over at the mirror and can see the way your entire torso is marked up, completely destroyed, absolutely no chance you'd be able to hide any of them.

"Jessie please" you beg.

You get a laugh in response "patience"

You squeeze your legs together trying to pull her fingers deeper in an effort to get some relief, looking down at you with a sadistic grin she removes her fingers and holds your legs apart.

Gazing down between your legs before letting out a guttural moan at the way your arousal coated your thighs.

Transfixed on you, Jessie could barely speak. Mouth agape as she took you in before muttering "I cannot wait to have you cumming down my chin" a promise that you sighed at.

You knew it wasn't going to be easy, she had wanted to punish you for disobeying one of her rules, at least now you knew eventually you'd be getting some pleasure. Which is one of the things that keeps you strong throughout all of her ministrations.

"You are ruining our sheets already, dripping everywhere for me huh?" She asks teasingly

You just nod your head, eyes fixated on hers.

Leaning down to kiss you, she takes your bottom lip between her teeth biting down slightly before soothing it with her tongue, which she then slides into your mouth tangling with your own tonight. Starting out slow and teasing and working up to being a hungry and needy kiss.

She moans into your mouth and you can taste the faint orange of one of her energy gels on her tongue.

Your rake your nails up and down her back, feeling her relax more into the kiss, her already sticky skin pressed tightly against yours.

Some people would probably find it gross but the scent of a sweaty Jessie after she had been training just turned you on even more. Especially when she pushed up off of you on her forearms and you could see the way her muscles flexed under then sheen of sweat.

"Hey, my eyes are up here" she laughs as your eyes slowly trail back up her body to her face.

"S...sorry" you stutter out

"Admiring the view?"

"Of course I am" you say confidently.

With one final peck to your lips Jessie kisses a path of fire down across your chest and abdomen to where you were dripping.

"Maybe I should've put a towel down for you" she laughs before kissing your pubic bone.

Proceeding she kisses everywhere but where you need her, she then looks up at you one last time as your hands find her hair pushing her towards your core.

"Do you not remember what I said to you, I'm the one in control and now you'll have to wait longer"

She then begins kissing around where you need her again as your hands scratch at her scalp, looking up at you she blows gently across your centre before attaching her lips to your swollen puffy clit.

Suckling on you, her arm finding its way around your hips holding them down to the bed as you try and arch your back pushing yourself up into her mouth.

Flattening her tongue along your folds, gently dipping her tongue inside you before running back up towards your clit. Her tongue dancing across your nerves as you tug at her hair, before dipping between your folds and along your entrance.

Groaning at the taste of you on her tongue, slipping inside of you lapping your juices as you dripped down her chin. Grabbing the pillow and holding it over your face biting down to stop yourself from screaming out.

Jessie tearing it from your grip and throwing it to the floor, pulling her mouth away from where you needed her "don't you dare suppress those beautiful noises, I want to hear everything" she says before her middle and forefinger find their way inside you abruptly.

Her mouth returns tongue matching the pace of her thick fingers as they scissor you open, you can't help but clench on her fingers feeling so fucking full of her, trying pull her deeper inside you.

"You look so fucking beautiful the way you take me" she groans into your dripping heat before her teeth graze gently over your clit bringing it into her mouth. Her tongue flicking across the nerves as she continues to hold it between her teeth.

Seconds later you are begging Jessie to let you cum, so badly needing that release that she had promised you.

"I can promise you it won't be that easy" she laughs removing her fingers and shuffling up the bed so she's straddling your abdomen, her fingers slipping past your panting lips so you can clean them of your arousal.

Once she deemed you finished she took them into her own mouth the faint taste of your arousal still evident.

"I think it's time I fuck you properly, I thought what I had given you last night would be enough but clearly not" she rolled her eyes at you.

Jumping off the bed she retrieved the strap on from you en-suite bathroom where it had been left after it was cleaned the night before.

Returning she again straddled you before shifting upwards so she was on your chest, looking down at you with almost black eyes you knew exactly what she wanted and you obliged.

Drawing circles over your lips with the head of her new appendage before dragging it down pulling your bottom lip with it, opening your mouth so that when she pushed forward again the tip found it's way in. You swirl your tongue around opening your mouth wider allowing Jessie to start fucking your throat.

Her head thrown back as you gag and choke on her length, unable to reach up with your arms pinned to your sides by her legs you could do nothing but take the battering your throat was getting.

Your eyes welled with tears as she finally pulls back out of your mouth smiling down at you.

"You're such a good girl, slicking up my cock for me"

She shuffled back down your body before tapping the strap on your already throbbing clit.

Hooking your legs over her shoulders Jessie filled you in one fluid motion, a cry falling from your lips and an urgent groan from hers. Kissing you as she pulled back and re-entered you speeding up each time.

Holding herself up on her muscular arms she looked down into your eyes, boring into your soul you had to look away. The intensity of Jessie's gaze all too much as you felt yourself become full and the empty repeatedly.

Grabbing your face she twisted it to look at her "eyes on mine whilst I fuck you pretty girl, this pussy is mine"

She continued to jackhammer into you, her legs out straight on her tiptoes to get the angle just right as she slammed her way home. The tip of her cock hitting just the right places as you walls were stroked perfectly, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Play with your clit for me, show me just how good you touch yourself seeing as you like it so much" you are quick to snake your hand between your legs ferociously rubbing at your clit until one last thrust of Jessie's sends you over the edge.

"You're fucking mine and I hope you know that"

Nodding at Jessie as you refrain your breath "Yes Jess"

Flopping down next to you spent from her day of training and her multiple workouts with you.

Cuddling into her side you sigh in contentment ad you both drift off.