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#xmen#xmen comics#cherik#charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#professor x#magneto#snap sketches#//draws eriks weird reindeer thing differently to make this pose work// vjELAKVJEALKJV#maybe ill stick to this but i kinda like the 'barricade' vibe of the other option but anyway#mom said its MY turn to reference the famous bridal carry panel#this was supposed to be a quick warm up but as i was lining things my hand started to tremble really bad#i dont know why ??????????????? thats never happened before and my hand's perfectly fine and normal now#like my hands tremble a little from time to time but nothing ever detrimental#the trembling i had today was ACTUALLY crazy bad. had me concerned but i was also able to still draw so not that bad ig#ANYWAYS. yeah <3 i wanted to reference tha panel we all love ......#i draw this mfer carrying his mfer so much i fear i cant be stopped. charles is a princess who needs to be princess carried#i usually draw it like. An Actual Block or whatever but its flatter ... so charles may rest his weary head ...#i did draw charles getting a handful. its what he deserves. its also what i deserve but i cant have that now can i#erik living my dream too tho ..... life is so unfair i wanna carry charles xavier and kiss his head this life SUCKS#slowly being able to feed my cherik fix again we're Semi back. once i finish my work for once THEN we'll be so fuckin back jWRKLJLAKF#ok thats all from me bye bye
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CW: stalking behaviour, over protective 141, fluff.
âSee her coming out now.â Ghost says over the radio. Â
âAfirm.â Soapâs voice comes back almost instantly. Ghost watches as you stumble over the pavement, pulling your jacket over your shoulders. Itâs almost 3am, and most clubs are closing. The friend you came out with left an hour ago. Now youâre alone, drunk, swaying through the streets of London on a busy Saturday night.Â
âWatch your distance Soap, no need to spook her.â Price says.
âCopy.â Soap says as he weaves his way through the crowd of clubbers spilling out of the various nightclubs and bars. He keeps his head low, making sure to keep a safe distance from you. Theyâre not going to lose sight of you though. Thatâs what Ghost is for.Â
He slips between the crowds on the other side of the street, slipping into the shadows every opportunity he gets.Â
âSheâll take the next right. Donât lose her.â Price says as you pick up your pace slightly. Heâll be driving to the next location, ready to pick you up at a moment's notice. You pull your phone out, typing while you struggle to keep your balance. Ghost lost track of how many drinks you had.Â
It was a celebration after all, your friend getting a big promotion, she took you to one of the fanciest bars in the city. Even though she left early you still seemed to be having fun, helping yourself to another drink before finally deciding to call it a night.Â
The streets off the main road are darker, quieter. Less room for error.
Suddenly you make a sharp turn, almost throwing your body down a dark alleyway. Ghostâs lost visual, he speeds up his strides, he has no idea if the alley is a dead end or not.Â
âSoap, donât lose her.â Ghost orders panic building in his chest. Thereâs no reply, now Ghost canât even see Soap. âSoap, confirm visual on the target.âÂ
Ghost jogs to the next street over, nothing but shuttered buildings and the odd person heading home.Â
âStand-by.â The seconds feel like theyâre ticking on for hours. âEyes on target, sheâs-âÂ
The line goes silent.Â
âSheâs just throwing up, seems like sheâs had a few too many.â Soap says. Ghost can almost hear the collective sigh as he slips back into the darkness waiting for you to emerge from the alley. When you do you seem even more unsteady on your feet.Â
âKeep it tight, sheâs got another main strip to cross.â Price says. Heâll be moving on already. The amount of times youâve walked this route. The amount of times theyâve practiced this route, itâs almost like a rehearsed play they could do in their sleep.Â
You move on weaving through the growing crowds of the next cluster of clubs. They seem busier than the last. You work through them quickly, Soap keeping his distance, pushing through people without a care. He has one motive, one mission; never lose sight of you.Â
As you make it to the quieter end of the street a group of lads cat-call you. You brush it off waving at them as you skip over to the next turn. Almost home.Â
âETA 10 minutes.â Ghost says hugging the shadows on the opposite side of the street.Â
âCopy,â Price says, he will be in his final position. For the next few minutes the walk goes smoothly, youâre almost home, almost safe.Â
âGot a guy on her six, just overtook me.â Soap says. Ghostâs eyes flick over in an instant.Â
âI see.â Ghost says, watching as the manâs pace slows. âHang back Soap. I got eyes.âÂ
Ghost doesnât even hear a reply, his eyes digging into the man now following a few steps behind you. You seem to notice too, quickly taking a peak over your shoulder, pulling your jacket around you tighter. Youâre almost there, almost home.Â
âWant me to grab him?â Soap asks. As he says it you pick up your speed, your body straightens up.Â
âNegative.âÂ
You turn into the front garden of the house, shutting the gate behind you. The hairs rise on the back of your neck as you fumble with the key pressing it into the lock and opening the door. The feeling of being followed suddenly fades as you make it inside, locking the door behind you.Â
âHey, welcome home.â Kyle says, sticking his head out the kitchen. You smile walking over to him and wrapping your hands around his neck.
âItâs late, you didnât have to wait up.â you say pressing your lips on his. He kisses you back, his hands gripping your waist.Â
âNeeded to make sure you got home safe.â You hear John say. You break from the kiss looking over at him sitting at the kitchen island with a cup of tea in front of him. You walk over wrapping your arms around him from behind squeezing him.Â
The smell of tea fills your nose and makes you thirsty.Â
âCuppa? Or bed?â Kyle asks, walking over, placing his hand on the small of your back. You hum looking round the kitchen.
âWhereâs Johnny and Simon?â You ask.Â
âSleeping, theyâre not used to staying up as late as you are.â John chuckles. You smile looking up at Kyle.
âBed.â You say. He smiles back at you kissing the top of your head.Â
âCâmon, Iâll give you a hand.â Kyle says pulling on your waist turning you to the stairs. John hears you giggling as you stumble up the steps to the first floor. A few seconds later the back door slowly opens, Johnny and Simon slipping in. John raises an eyebrow, quickly checking behind him to make sure youâre definitely gone.Â
âYou better hurry up, Iâm pretty sure sheâs looking to climb into your bed tonight.â John says as Simon and Johnny look at eachother. Johnny's smiles, taking his coat off and leaving his radio on the kitchen island.Â
âGet some rest cap, you look exhausted.â Johnny says, patting him on the shoulder as he passes him. John sighs looking up at Simon.Â
âAnother successful night.â John says as Simon puts his radio down.Â
âAlways.â Simon smiles.
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#call of duty#fanfic#cod#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#ghost cod#john price#kyle gaz garrick#taskforce 141#poly 141 x reader#task force 141#poly 141#tf 141 x reader#captain john price#simon ghost riley x reader#simon x reader#johnny soap mctavish x you#johnny soap mctavish x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley#john price x reader#kyle gaz x you#kyle gaz x reader
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there was a moment in which you really thought nothing could happen to worsen it. life with arranged!gojo was truly perfect, and you couldnât imagine anything but.
nights were spent either each other, skin to skin, shading the warmth. mornings came and heâd awake before you, pulling you closer to his chest as he nudged his nose against your ears. sometimes youâd grumble about it, other times youâd laugh softly. gojo wasnât what you imagined heâd be like, but itâs nothing to complain about.
when he wasnât busy, or if he made time, heâd take you out to the forest on horseback as he listened to you speak. other times heâd take you to different bakeries, asking which one youâd prefer. you could feel his anxious stare, hoping that you were enjoying your time. youâd always smile back and assure him you were.
it had been months sense everything had worked out, and truly you couldnât be happier. though the rumors and gossip never stopped, you just stopped caring about them. after all, people could say all they wanted, but they could never be as happy as you were and thatâs all that mattered.
on the days when heâs with his advisors and counselor members youâd go to the village or find something to do around the estate, but every night heâd find his way back to you and so you never worried.
except for now.
you were aware he had a longer meeting than usual today, but with your anxious pacing around your shared bedroom, fidgeting with your ring as your eyes never left the grandfather clock, about to strike one in the morning. this was strange.
you had tried going to sleep, but you awoke in only half an hour to see that your husband had still not returned, and this put you in an even worser headspace.
gojo had assured you that nothing was wrong, but there had been strange chatter around the estate walls this past week that you couldnât shake off. maids sparing worried glances to you whenever you passed. it was common knowledge that they were the ones that knew the gossip first, but you so desperately wished to know it now.
it took nearly another hour of your frantic effort to stay awake when your bedroom door creaked open and gojo walked in.
you stood up anxiously from the corner of your bed, taking in his tired appearance. his white hair was messy, eyes sunken in. when he saw that you were awake his glare softened slightly.
âyouâre not asleep?â he groggily asked as he began to take off his boots, his back rippling with muscles from under his tunic as you gnawed on your lips and he stood up.
âcouldnât,â you simply said, leaning into his outstretched arms as he pulled you into his chest, planting a longing kiss to the side of your head. one of his hands pressed tightly against your back, not moving.
there was a moment of silence, one heavy and unknown as you listened to the sound of his heartbeat.
âis everything alright?â your voice was muffled, but still audible, as you finally asked the question that was searing into your head.
there was another beat of silence, but this one was uncomfortable. gojo hadnât let go of you yet.
âyes,â he finally said, but you had heard better lies from your sisters after they ate your pastures and said they didnât than this.
your brows furrowed as you looked up to him.
âwhat took so long?â you pressed, pulling away slightly as his lips formed into a thin line, and he dragged a hand down his face.
âjustâŠstate affairs,â he turned away from you, against eye contact as he ran another hand through his hair.
you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you crossed your arms over your chest. you thought that he had at least begun to trust you enough not to lie this blatantly.
âhave ogres come back from extinction?â you tried to tease, but your voice was flat and you couldnât hide the curiosity and hurt behind it. gojo didnât laugh, which hurt even more. you leaned back on one of the pillars of your bed and watched as he stood with his back to you , contemplating something in utter silence.
how you loathed silence.
âwhatâs wrong?â you ask again, your tone heavy.
your brows furrowed even more, arms tighter around your middle as he heaved a heavy breath, and when he finally tuned you wished he wouldâve just stayed hidden from you. because there were spots of red in the whites of his shimmering eyes, and that was more fearful than the quite.
you tilt your head, not knowing what to do, and see his breath in shakily. the only time you had seen him cry was that night he confessed to you in the field. never again. not until now.
you take a tentative step forward, eyes searching his but he canât bare to look at you.
âthereâs been some conflict with the south for a while,â gojo finally says, though it seems like speaking is physically hurting him, âand tensions only worsened when my father stepped down.â
you nod, knowing all of this. after all, you mightâve been kept in the shadows in your old life, but you werenât daft. you tried to keep up with the relations of the state as much as possible.
âbefore i married youâŠi,â he squeezed his eyes shut, breathing deeply, âmy father had made a agreement for me to marry the southern princess to mend our relationship,â
this you knew too. but youâre hoping that all your knowledge was just trivia and nothing that was serious.
you knew of the women gojo had lined up, but in his favor and not. the southern princess being one of them.
âso?â you shake your head in confusion, stomach churning, âyouâre married to me now.â you say the obvious, but you see the way he smiles softly at that, nodding.
âit worked out for us but the south wasnât fond ofâŠthis,â you watch as he twirls his ring around, âtheyâve been holding off on trade with the north and anybody whoâs pledged alliance to us.â gojo jams his palms into a his eyes. for a moment he doesnât look like the ruler he is or the warrior heâs always been but a scared boy who doesnât know what to do.
you take another step forward, leaning into him as he deflates into you, one hand protectively going around your shoulders and the other around your waist.
âweâll figure this out,â you say as confidently as you can, âweâll ask for a smaller cut of their exports than usualâŠ.or offer another northerner of higher ranking for their princess,â you offer, looking up at him only to see his eyes wavering, the tip of his nose pink.
he swallows thickly.
âwe did,â he mutters, âwe did all of those things. all of those things and more. butâŠâ
he trails off and you shake your head, eyes wide.
âbut what?â you press and he rubs at his eyes, at his stray tears.
he goes to open his kith but he canât. youâve never seen him like this. you feel tears coming but you donât know why.
âthe southern king, he,â your husbands voice cracks, and you pull away in shock, in fear, in terror as he tries to control a sob. the most feared man of all the land fighting down a sob, and all you could do was watch in fear.
âheâs promised war if we donât abide by his terms.â
your own tears have stung at your eyes, maybe because your terrified of the response, making because a part of you knew that something good like this could only last for so long.
âand,â your lips tremble and how gojo longs to kiss it away, if only his hands werenât shaking and heart pounding, âand what are his terms?â
a sad, sad look takes over his face, one that looks like a knife has been dug into his stomach and has begun to twist. he opens his mouth once, twice, and fails. he canât speak. he canât say the wretched words out loud.
âthat,â a tear streaks down his cheek, hanging on his chin, âthat i uphold by the initial promise. that i marry his daughter. that i separate fromâŠâ he blinks slowly, his mouth closing and then opening, a little gasp of horror leaving your own lips as you piece together his final words,
âthat i separate from you.â
#gojo x reader#gojo x reader angst#gojo x you#gojo drabble#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk angst#jjk drabble#arranged!gojo
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ââ movie night monday. ( sjy + psh ) ÖŒ đ
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àč What you thought would be a casual night over with your best friends at their dorm, you shouldâve known that they had other plans than just watching movies..
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f!reader | warnings: smut, pwp (kinda), mentions of cheating, threesome, lowkey possessive behavior, slight size kink, objectification, blowjobs, raw s.x, edging, degrading/praise, one face slap, fingering (in both holes), oral (f. rec), yn got that grippy, video recording, spanking, c.m eating, creampie, here to spread the hoon being obsessed w ass agenda | words: 7.9k
a/n. i was getting jakehoon brainrot and js wanted to post smth here since i been away for a lil bit >< btw, i never written threesomes before so mâsorry if this isnât the best (â„ïčâ„)
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âyouâre late.â
sunghoon couldnât wait to scold you the minute you arrived, greeting you with an agitated look his face. heâs leaned against the door he just opened, eyeing you up and down as his other hand disappears into the pocket of his shorts. you recognize them to be his basketball ones, his favorite and lucky pair of shorts.
âi know, i know mâsorry !â you shoot a quick apology before passing by him to enter his dorm room he shares with jake.
even though heâs supposed to be upset that you showed up a good fifteen minutes late, his eyes fixate on you once more, lingering on your body shamelessly. youâre already dressed for the sleepover, having chosen to wear your sanrio themed night shorts with a random anime t-shirt you owned since high school.
movie night monday; itâs been a tradition where you dedicated every monday 7pm sharp that you, jake, and sunghoon watch a movie together. though, today isnât monday, itâs actually friday. since all three of you have been pretty busy all most of the week and when either of you had free time, the other wouldnât have any time to spare. so, movie night friday instead.. ?
you turn around, accidentally locking eyes with sunghoon whoâs been staring at you this whole time. fortunately, youâre werenât that bright so you donât question him. you barely even noticed that his eyes were on you anyway.
âwhereâs jakey ?â you ask him, voice pouty and disappointed to not see your other best friend in the room with you..
after he closes the door behind him, he makes his way back to you. he almost wants to laugh at the height difference you two share. he can see the top of your head, well, he would if you hadnât had your head tilted upwards to look at him.
he loves the fact that heâs a lot taller and larger than you. it does something to him. is he old fashioned for preferring his women shorter than him ? maybe, but who cares. it attracts him, he canât deny it, especially when the woman in question is you.
âheâll be back soon,â he reassures, watching how your hold on the strap of your backpack twitches when he steps closer to you.
âhe went to take a quick shower. didnât wanna be all sweaty after practice,â sunghoon further explains and you nod, quickly backing away and throwing your bag on jakeâs bed.
he doesnât intentionally mean to make you anxious. itâs not his fault if his proximity cuts your breath short, but he finds it cute. really fucking cute.
jakeâs bed is positioned to the left side of the room while sunghoonâs bed is on the right. their dorm is minimalist in terms of decoration because in terms of mess... itâs the opposite. typical of a manâs roomâ of a two young menâs room.
itâs not super messy where you canât even see the floor beneath your feet, but a box of empty beer bottles is chilling beside their mini fridge and clothes scattered everywhere as well as school furniture.
but as unpleasant as it seems, you feel good in their room.
and anyway, they know how to clean, they just donât really do it. but whatâs new ?
âsorry for the wait !â jake exclaims as he enters the dorm, coming in with his used towel wrapped around his shoulders. he shook his head, attempting to get his wet hair away from his face.
âthe shower i normally use was broken, so i had to use the other one down the hall and the damn curtain kept trying to stick to my ass,â he loudly complains and removes his slides by throwing them in a corner near the entryway, walking up to you.
âthatâs why i donât pull the curtain,â sunghoon says, always having the best but also weirdest advice. âdoesnât bother me anymore.â
jake cringes, flashing him a dirty look. âyâknow youâre fucked up for that,â he accuses his friend, laying his towel on the back of his chair so it can properly dry. âthe water gets everywhere if you donât pull it..â
âand you make weird eye contact with people,â you chime in, jake agreeing with you with a âyeahâ and a nod of his head.
sunghoon rolls his eyes as if you and jake were the weird ones when everybody knows damn well itâs fucked up to not pull the shower curtain.
ânah, just close your eyes,â he persists, believing heâs in the right and you both are in the wrong. âand anyway, itâs better than having the curtain sticking to your ass every time someone enters the shower room. plus, thereâs a drain for the water, so fuck you.â
you gasp offendedly when he insults you, giving him a tap on the chest to scold him for his bad words. he only smirks at the hit, wanting to tell you it tickles as a way to tease you, but he knows you hate it when he laughs at your lack of strength.
âdonât say that !â you reprimand, staring at him severely and he thinks you just look so cute when youâre mad. itâs unfortunate how heâll never take your anger seriously.
he grabs ahold of your wrist, stopping from giving him another hit as he canât help but laugh at your flustered expression. âi wasnât saying it to you, babe,â he rectifies, pulling you closer to him by the hold he has on your arm. your face is then but a mere inches away from his, the corner of his mouth curling up, as always. âjust to him âcause he deserves it, but not you.â
you look him in the eyes, breath quickening as his plush lips seem way too close to yours. you notice his gaze shifting between your lips and eyes, quickly catching on to the idea he has in mind. you donât let him think about it too much though.
âyouâre so stupid,â you mumble, detaching yourself from him, putting a safe distance between you two.
you glance over in jakeâs direction, hoping he didnât just see how sunghoon was literally trying to kiss you, but heâs busy tidying up his hygiene products he brought to his shower.
sunghoonâs eyes havenât left your form, still looking at you with a smug smile on his face, but he stops when his friend turns around.
âkay, so... what movie we gonna watch ?â
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âsorry y/n but thereâs no more soda,â sunghoon announces, looking inside their almost empty mini fridge. that meant it would be time to go do some more food shopping.
âbut i need one !â you whined from where you are laid down on sunghoonâs bed, previously sandwiched between them two with jakeâs laptop on your lap to watch a movie. âiâm thirsty and water wonât hit the same...â
sunghoon sighs, knowing heâll give in to your whims. how can he resist your adorable face and your pouty voice ? youâre their pretty, spoiled best friend, after all.
âiâll have to go to the convenience store...â he explains, hoping itâll make you change your mind and go with water instead of a soda.
you upheld the same expression, big rounded eyes and corners of your lips tug downward. âyeah ?â you say back, not bothered at all to make him walk miles just for a little can of soft drink. âplease, youâd be a sweetheart, hoonie,â you flatter him, using compliments to make him give in and it works, as usual.
âmmh... fine,â he sighs yet again, upset for being so weak with you. you deserve it, but heâs not really willing to leave you alone with jake, especially with the smug look he has on his face right now.
âbring some candies, too !â you ask while heâs searching through his wallet to check if he has enough for all that.
âand chips,â jake adds in, smirking childishly. âoh, and ramen, since weâre at it !â
sunghoon narrows his eyes at him, well aware that his friend has something in mind, but he canât tell what exactly. âdo you have the money for all that ?â
âyou do,â he replies quickly, snuggling himself closer to you.
âiâm not paying for your shit, jake,â sunghoon spits back, putting the money in the pocket of his basketball shorts.
âah, come on, please !â jake groans, but his friend doesnât wanna hear him.
he picks up a pair of jeans off the floor, knowing that jake likes to hide some of his cash in there. he pulls out a couple dollars, not really caring if he takes more than he needs to.
he quickly puts on his sneakers and brings his phone and keys with him, heading out the door. âdonât wait for me !â he yells back before exiting the room, door shutting loudly behind him.
just as youâre about to hit the spacebar to resume the movie, jake closes his macbook, extending his body over yours to drop off the laptop on the floor.
âwhatâre you doing ?â you furrowed in confusion.
âwaiting for sunghoon.â
âbut he saidââ
he cuts you off, putting his index finger over his lips. âshut up, will you, princess ?â he smiles when you listen and dare not to open your mouth again, looking at him with doey eyes and pouty lips.
he hovers over you, one hand supporting his weight on each side of your body. he rapidly settles himself between your legs, lowering himself slowly, looking deeply into your eyes. your heart accelerates and your stomach twists, starting to get nervous about what jake is about to do.
he carefully lifts your pajama top over your belly, making you involuntarily flinch when his lips brush up against your skin. he glances at you when you move, but he doesnât say anything. he just looks at you with his piercing gaze as a warning or maybe as a way to reassure you, telling you that you donât have to be anxious.
you swallow in a whine when his pillowy lips lay on your stomach, leaving you bothered and hot by just the simplest action, yet the most meaningful at the same time. he kisses your skin, his lips trailing down until they reach the band of your night shorts.
you shiver, swallowing again, the area between your legs heating up as he embeds more soft kisses to your tummy. they are wet and warm as well as intimate and sensual. he presses his plump lips down on you, the tip of his nose touching your skin as he gets terribly close to your core. youâre flustered by the way he explores this area of your body you never knew was this sensitive until now.
his large hands eagerly grip the sides of your hips, gripping hard, but it doesnât pain you. it cuts your breath short and makes you feel possessed, like he owns you. owns all of your body, owns your emotions because thereâs nobody else at the moment other than him whoâs making you feel this way. the hold he had on your hips soon shifted down to your clothes that separate you from his lustful mouth. itâs as if itâs searching for you, searching for your core thatâs turning wetter as the minutes pass by incredibly slow.
his lips travel between your thighs and you didnât hesitate to open them for him, not thinking once about anything else than his mouth on where you need him most. his fingers tease you by slipping under the band of your shorts before slipping back up, doing it over again. he pulls them slightly down, but stops âcause he likes to toy with you.
âare you gonna... umâŠâ you lose your words, a loud gasp leaving your lips when his mouth finds your bud of nerves, already aching from the lack of contact.
he doesnât stay like that for too long, stopping when he feels your muscles tightening underneath him, pulling down on your shorts by hooking two fingers under them at the front. âyeah,â he whispers, confirming your doubts.
you feel his hot breath fanning on your skin, locking eyes with him as he continues to pull, bringing your panties along down with them. âlike... like the last time ?â you ask in a tiny voice, which makes jake smirk at your cuteness.
âmhm.. like the last time,â he repeats before concentrating back on his task.
he attacks your stomach in kisses, distracting you from the fact that heâs working overtime to use his two hands to get your shorts and underwear off you. it works, you donât try to resist or fight back, only choosing to bury your fingers in his thick soft hair. rapidly, your clothes find a spot on the floor, being long forgotten about the moment jake puts his mouth on your pussy. he licks a long strip from your leaking hole up to your clit, wrapping his lips around it. he passes his arms around your hips and your legs propped on his shoulders, clad feet touching his lower back.
he nibbles on your clit, suckling on it, making it all puffy and swollen. he sucks avidly on your bud and million tingles pass through your body. you buck your hips upward by instinct, pushing down on his head and gripping a fistful of his hair between. you moan sweetly, jakeâs cock hardening in his shorts at the melodic sounds you let out each time he sucks and licks, giving you the impression that heâs literally making out with your pussy.
you imprison his head between your plushy thighs and he likes the feeling of it, he loves it actually. heâs happy to know he makes you feel good. so fucking good. you nearly suffocate him between your thighs, you do this because youâre agitated, squirming around under him and moaning, sounding almost like cute little meows.
his head of silky dark brown hair peeks out from between your legs and your stomach flutters at the sight, your mind numb and fuzzy from a thousand little clouds. he laps at your clit and you lack the words to even describe what youâre feeling, but itâs wet, so wet. his tongue is everywhere, teasing and licking like itâs second nature to him. at this very moment, you believe jake was born to simply eat pussy and nothing else.
he ruts his hips up against the mattress and lets out a deep moan, cock aching from being restricted in itâs confines. the wet sounds your cunt produces turn him the fuck on, badly, dick painfully hard at the way your pretty moans swam through his ears and at the way you shove him against your pussy as if his head wasnât already completely buried between your legs. itâs a lot for you to handle, your fingers are no match in comparison to his mouthâ they would lose instantly. if sunghoon knew what you two were up to right now, you canât imagine what his reaction would be. you wonder if he knows about last time, thereâs no way he doesnât, jake never hides anything from him..
you two hooked up only once beforeâ while he still had a girlfriend. though, she eventually broke up with him because he seemed to be far more invested in you than he ever was with her. she thought you were a nice girl in the beginning, just assuming that you all had a very close relationship since childhood. but the dynamic between you all seemed a bit too close for comfort than just a regular friendship, and little did she know that her suspicions were completely true.
she wanted to brush off the fact that jake would always post you on his socials but never thought to post them together, hell, he practically acted like he was single most of the time. neither jake or sunghoon put anyone above you, so if someone were to date either of them they were just going to have to accept the fact that you come first, no matter what.
but on second thought, if sunghoon already knows, then why would he leave you all alone with his friend whoâs incapable of keeping his tongue in his mouth, away from your cunt ? no wonder why he was so hesitant on leaving. now you feel bad, you shouldnât be doing this behind his back.. no, you shouldnât be doing this at all. or should you?
you canât help but think if sunghoonâs tongue as skillful as jakeâs ? as wet and warm ? surely, with those pretty, rosy lips of his you can only dream what they would do to your poor little clit. you moan at the thought, twisting jakeâs hair in your small fists, coming closer to your release. it doesnât take you a lot, a few licks and he has you over the edge. with skills like his, youâre bound to be in seventh heaven really quickly.
so quickly and intensely that you donât even hear the door opening and closing, nor does your best friend..
âjake, what the fuck !?â
your brows knitted at the sudden exclamation, but donât give it much importance as you feel your high approaching. your pleasure is soon cut short and you get frustrated really fast.
âno, no, no,â you stress in a panicked state, feeling jakeâs mouth leaving your pussy. you pull on his hair to have him back against you, but he doesnât budge.
âwhat ?â jake responds nonchalantly, looking at sunghoon who has just entered the dorm with all the snacks and sodas purchased from the convenience store down the street. âdonât you want the poor girl to cum ?â he smirks like the situation is totally normal.
and maybe it is normal. itâs not the first time heâs gotten his way with you, it surely wonât be the last. youâre stupid enough to not see the way your friends look at you, how theyâre always undressing you with their eyes or how they salaciously lick their lips whenever you find yourself in a compromising position. they were both huge pervs, but with you they are more than that and youâre about to find it out.
you turn your head toward sunghoon whoâs standing beside the bed, a crease between his dark, thick brows. his gaze sharp as a knife, mad at you for being such a whore, but how can he really blame you when jakeâs lips are so tempting, literally breathtaking.
âoh, please, hoonâ !â you beg, clit throbbing. having jakeâs mouth ghosting over your cunt is utterly agonizing, so hurtful when he could soothe the ache between your legs in less than a second. itâs pure torture.
âwhatâre you begging for, hm ?â he taunts, voice low and husky, making your stomach twist. you whine, eyes watery from how badly you need this release. âcan you tell me instead of crying like a little slut ?â
jake looks at you from his spot between your thighs, smiling devilishly with no intention of helping you unless you follow sunghoonâs order. you find it unfair and kind of dumb because if he had come in just a minute later, you wouldâve orgasmed by that time. and it wouldâve been magical.
sloppy kisses are given to your inner thighs and you swear jake is doing it on purpose. wiping your eyes with the pads of your thumbs, taking a deep breath before adverting your gaze to sunghoon. âplease, can i cum ?â
âi dunno,â he responds curtly and you frown even more. he approaches you and leans over you, cupping your jaw, angling it in his direction. âhow badly do you want it ?â he whispers, his pink lips so close to yours, you canât help but stare at them.
âi- i,â you stammer, totally braindead and on the brink of tears. it shouldnât be that hard to say a complete sentence, but right now, it is. you surely did look pathetic, crying for a stupid orgasm. âplease, wanâ it badly.â
âatta girl,â he purrs when you finally say the words he wanted to hear. âyes, you can, sweetheart,â he gives his approval and your eyes light up.
jake doesnât wait to dive back into you, lips already on your clit when sunghoon letâs go of your face. you both look down at where jakeâs mouth operates, slurping up your arousal and flickering your little bud of nerves with his pink muscle.
you whine and grip his hair, tangling your fingers in it. jutting your hips upward in his face, his licks and sucks much more powerful than previously.
youâre brought back to the edge of your orgasm in little time, mouth agape as you close your legs around jakeâs head. sunghoon takes the opportunity to insert two of his fingers in your mouth, going deep and pressing his digits down on your tongue. you close your lips around him and you ask yourself if heâs verifying how much you can handle at once. if you can take his long fingers, youâre surely more than capable of taking something else way bigger.
you drool all over yourself and wince at the wet sensation, not really accustomed to it. you moan around his fingers as you rock your hips in jakeâs face, the knot swelling in your stomach ripping apart. the pleasure is intoxicating and ten times more intense. who wouldâve thought jakeâs mouth can turn such a little orgasm into a literal tsunami.
you cum hard while still having sunghoonâs fingers knuckles deep in your mouth. you hear jake groaning at the pain you inflict on him by pulling on his hair, but he loves the pain and loves even more your pussy grinding in his face.
jake unhooks your thighs off his shoulders and pushes them over your stomach. he savors your arousal dripping down from your hole, drinking it like a thirsty man as if it was his only source of water. he makes out with your pussy and this time itâs not just an impression. heâs opening and closing his mouth on you, sucking on your lips like he would do if he were kissing you.
sunghoon retracts his digits from your mouth and slaps the side of your face with his wet fingers, holding your jaw within his grasp. âhappy ? you got what you wanted, greedy little girl,â he rasps out, gritting his teeth.
heâs so hot when he grits his teeth. he has this look in his eyes, one that makes goosebumps spread down your spine. he seems mad, upset youâve let jake get into your panties so easily without a second thought. or mad because you didnât wait for him. well, according to jakeâs itâs what you were doing, but you shouldnât have started without him. if only you knew you were about to start that..
âyes,â you nod, muttering the word. sunghoon holds your face tightly, fingers pressing on your cheeks, jutting your lips out.
jake gets up on his knees and your heart almost does a backflip in your chest at the view of him with his hair all messy, knowing youâre the cause of this beautiful mess. his lips and chin are caked in your juices. he licks them clean and wipes his chin with his hand, flashing you a devious smile after.
âsheâs just a dumb little girl, now,â he teases, bulge very apparent in his shorts. âdid you have a good time, hm ? grinding on my face like a deprived virgin ?â
sunghoon frees your face to cup your cunt instead, slapping it a couple of times, making you squirm out of overstimulation. âshe sure did,â he agrees, licking your arousal off his fingers before speaking up again. âlook at her. no thoughts behind those pretty eyes.â
you want to say something back, but you can only produce a pathetic whimper.
jake is about to lower his shorts over his crotch when sunghoon stops him. âthe hell are you doing ?â he scowls at the other man.
âwell, itâs my turn,â he answers casually, but sunghoon doesnât seem to agree with him. âi got her all wet, i deserve this pussy.â
âyeah, and you did it behind my back. itâs only fair i get to hit it firstââ
ânoâŠâ you grumble, interrupting your friends. they both look at you, intrigued with what you have to say. âstop fighting. i get to decide who fucks me first !â you roll over, getting on your stomach and then on all fours to escape jake. you sit up, flicking your eyes between the two men. âand nobody will.â
âwhat !? why !â jake exclaims while sunghoon scoffs. itâs stupidly easy to piss them off.
you place yourself over the edge of the bed, your back facing sunghoon and your feet hanging off the mattress. positioning jakeâs hand to bring him over to you. you sit on your calves, opening your legs wider and leaning on your hands while jake is placed on his knees, back up straight.
you look over your shoulder and point at sunghoon where he should be. âkneel here,â you instruct, pointing to the spot just behind you.
you smile when he gets on his knees and he grins back at you, knowing your greedy little pussy wants more. two pairs of plump lips on your cunt on the same day ? blissful.
but you should know sunghoon isnât really the type to follow orders, far away from obeying to your selfish little rules. heâs the one who commands, not the opposite. never the opposite.
âjake,â you tug on his sweats, making him look down at you.
he smiles sweetly, cradling your face in his warm hands. âyeah, princess ?â his lips pursed as if to blow you a kiss. âwanna suck on my dick ? is that what you want ?â he coos, saying such lewd words in a soft, tender voice.
âplease.â
he groans appreciatively at your pleading, his cock twitching happily in his briefs. âget rid of that first, baby,â he demands, pulling your pajama top off of you, revealing your breasts to him. âperfect...â he purrs, fumbling your tits in his palms before reaching for the band of his pants.
at the same time jakeâs pulling his cock out, you feel your asscheeks being pushed apart and a big glob of spit falling down between them, dripping down over your puckered hole. you gasp when a thumb comes to stroke the muscle, lubricating it.
you canât really focus on whatâs happening behind when jakeâs angry erection stands proud just before your eyes. you moan at the very sight, having never thought that seeing your best friendâs dick wouldâve been so arousing.
heâs perfectly girthy, his head a cute shade of pink and glistening in pre-cum. not super veiny, but you can sense the weight of it. looking at it makes you hungry, salivating like a puppy in front of a bowl of food. jake was freshly shaven and you love it. his well defined v-line accentuated how slim and toned his body is. a few veins pulse out on his abdomen, going down to his pelvis, and you want to pass your tongue over each one of them.
you open your mouth, jake guiding his cock toward your mouth, but itâs at that moment that sunghoon plunges two fingers in your sopping cunt. you moan out, knitting your brows as he reaches a sensitive spot right away. he scissors your insides, and even if you said nobody would fuck you, you think heâs stretching you out exactly for that.
âshhh,â jake tries to soothe you, patting your head in an endearing manner. âkeep your mouth open, baby.â you do so and he doesnât hesitate to stuff it, moaning in relief as he puts a hand at the back of your head to keep the pace steady.
he keeps a hand around his base to guide it in your mouth and you lax your jaw, letting him bury you full of his cock. you want to reach the end so bad, pleasure jake like he did with you, but he feeds you his cock slowly, too slowly.
you never been more eager, so impatient to suck him off. you wanna make him cum, satisfy him. you want him to use you, use you like youâre worth nothing more than a sexual object. he can ruin you, fuck your throat with his fat cock, you only care about hisâ theirâ pleasure.
he holds your head, letting go of his cock when he considers heâs far enough in. âah, what a good fucking whore,â he praises breathily, watching the way your lips wrap tightly around his stiff shaft, drool spilling down on your chin from being so full.
you bat your lashes up at jake, feeling your eyes stinging. he growls when your eyes connect, his fluffy bangs covering his beautiful almond shaped eyes.
you canât see sunghoonâs movements, but you can feel everything. his breaths, the calluses on his hand palming your bottom, his long fingers pounding into you, his thumb teasing your rim, you feel it all.
he lays his tongue flat over your cunt where his fingers operate, licking a long trail until he reaches your other hole. you clench around him, a little bit taken back by his obsession with your ass, but still really turned on.
itâs nowhere near uncomfortable, though itâs not an area you usually explore when youâre alone. you keep your jaw slack for jake as he starts to thrust in back and forth at a slow pace. he doesnât move much, most of his length stays in your mouth. itâs enough friction for him to enjoy, hearing his soft moans above you.
you arched from the sensation, chasing after your pleasure and he groans pleasantly, having his head buried between your cheeks. he curls his fingers in you and pat gently the spongy spot in you, making you moan obscenely around jakeâs thick cock. it sends shockwaves throughout jakeâs body and he opens his mouth in pleasure, pushing his cock in deeper. he frowns adorably while his mouth ajar, watching his meaty length disappear and reappear between your swollen lips.
sunghoonâs traces your empty hole with the tip of his tongue, teasing you and making you contract around his fingers so hard he has difficulty to move in. he slaps your ass and your whine is muffled because of jakeâs cock in your mouth. you unclench and he can finally move in freely.
he pulls on one cheek while he kisses and licks around your rim, sometimes going in just a little. you push your behind onto sunghoon, eliciting another groan from him, angry or maybe satisfied, you truly have no idea.
youâre trapped between your two best friends and you donât know what to think, mind so dizzy, potentially ready to explode. one feeds you his cock, the other eats your ass while fingering your pussy. how can your brain function correctly in this situation ? well, it cannot.
âso fucking impatient,â sunghoon hissed, now entering a bit of his thumb into your hole. the stretch is weird, but it tingles at the same.
he removes his two digits from your drenched pussy, making you whimper around jake, spreading your wetness over your puckered hole after he retracted his thumb. you feel the dampness between your cheeks, purring when sunghoon brings up more arousal.
he pulls your two globs of flesh apart, coming to lick your ass again. you feel his nose pressing down on you and the teasing tip of pink muscle tickling your tight hole. he almost cleans you off of your juices, leaving only his saliva and the insatiable hunger he has for your ass. your eyes roll to the back of your head and jake sees it, grabbing your hair at the top of your head in a tight fist. you let out a painful elongated whine, loving the burning sting and the stretch of your ass sunghoon offers you.
jake guides the bounces of your head on his cock, doing long and rhythmic thrusts. he groans deeply, the sound coming from his throat, and you mewl in return. his face deeply focused in concentration, cheeks colored in red, breaths shallow and lips dried. he licks them, swallowing in a breathy moan after. he looks delectable, his dark gaze planted on you, never once looking away unless itâs to watch his thick cock entering your mouth at a relentless pace.
you feel digits stroking your rim, teasing a bit before sunghoon spits on it. âmaybe i should fuck this tight little ass,â he states as he spreads his saliva, dipping in his thumb slightly. âteach you a lesson for being sneaky and fucking with jake behind my back.â he passes a finger over your slick, noticing how wet you are.
you want to protest, hearing sunghoon standing up on his feet after his scary, but tempting threat. youâre about to pull out when jake pushes down on your head, keeping it in place. âah, shit...â he hisses, feeling you swallowing around him.
itâs not long until you sense a long cock sliding over your drenched cunt and you look worryingly at jake, but he only smiles at you, still holding your head down.
sunghoon pushes his tip up against your tight ass hole and you clench around nothing, heart beating faster. you wonder if heâd really dare to do it, but you know heâs not the kind of guy to do it the... messy way. heâs just teasing, as always.
âstop whininâ, baby,â jake coos, stroking your cheek delicately. he moves in slightly and you flatten your tongue under his cock. ârelax, mâkay ? thereâs nothinâ to worry about, itâs just us,â he reassures you and you close your eyes, letting him use your mouth as he pleases.
you finally feel his cock inside you, sliding in your pussy in one motion. your wetness allows him to enter you with ease, making you moan around jakeâs hard dick. one hand strokes your back, big palm caressing your dewy skin, passing over the bumps of your spinal column.
âsheâs fucking tight, suckinâ me in like crazy,â sunghoon rasps out, smacking one of your asscheeks, making your flesh jiggle from the force of the hit. âacts like she doesnât wanna get fucked, but thatâs all sheâs been dreaming about...â
an idea would soon strike jakeâs mind, thinking of another way he could potentially humiliate you. reaching for his phone thatâs sat on the corner of the bed, he quickly unlocks it to go straight to the camera app, recording a video of you sucking him offâ thisâll make the perfect jack off material for him later.
you whine out, wanting to say something, but you canât while having a mouth stuffed full. âsuch a nasty girl, arenât you, princess ?â jake purrs, lips curving upward into an evil smile, panning the phone down to catch this beautiful sight underneath him.
he refrains a lewd moan from escaping his mouth by biting down on his bottom lip, fist pulling harder on your hair. you do your best to breathe through your nose, focusing on your gag reflex and hollowing your cheeks to maximize his pleasure.
âah, fuckâ!â jake cursed through gritted teeth, almost making the device slip out his hand, too close to his high to continue fucking your mouth. he yanks your head back, pulling out of you in an instant.
his cock twitches after he analyses your face, looking absolutely destroyed. you breathe with difficulty, cheeks stained by your tears and chin by your drool. you blink several times, looking back into the camera before moaning out loudly, leaning yourself on jake.
sunghoon doesnât miss your sweet spot and itâs too intense for you, holding on to jake for some emotional support. you tug the sides of his t-shirt, sticking the side of your face to his chest, crying against him all while youâre getting fucked into oblivion by one of your best friends.
jake canât help but play with your dangling breasts, fumbling the plushy flesh in his rough palms and pulling on your nipples. it makes you arch your back even more, leaning on jakeâs touch and pushing your hips against sunghoonâs.
the man behind you holds your hips tightly, sinking his fingers into your soft flesh, leaving your poor skin sore and the marks of his fingertips behind. he snaps his hips against yours roughly and he seems to never get enough, driving his cock into your wet pussy like a mad man.
jakeâs erection stands just before your eyes, glistening in your spit and hard as rock. he sees you looking at it so he grabs it, guiding it to your lips. âwanna suck it, baby ?â he asks in his sweet voice and you glimpse up at him, drooling on his t-shirt, looking totally braindead. âcâmon donât be shy, open that pretty little mouth of yours...â
you part your lips to mouth at the reddened tip, suckling on it gently. jake hums, stroking your hair delicately, the opposite of sunghoonâs actions who pounds into you with force, using you to get himself off.
suddenly, he steadies his hips against your ass, stopping his vigorous hip thrusts. he pulls out and your legs turn pliant, no longer strong enough to stand on their own without him holding you up. you cry, letting go of jakeâs cock and glancing over your shoulder to see sunghoon getting rid of his long-sleeved t-shirt.
âdo you wanna switch ?,â jake questions sunghoon and this time he nods, catching his breath.
âyeah,â he breathes out a positive answer.
jake smirks down at you, recording yet another video. âcâmere, baby,â he softly instructs, grabbing your forearm and bringing you to the head of the bed. he takes off his sweats before stretching out his legs and leaning his head on the pillows. âspin around, show me that little ass.â
your form straddles his lap how he wants it and you see sunghoon following you, gently tugging at his aching cock covered in your juices. heâs long and curvy, but he looks less stiff than jake, you suppose heâs the type to get more length when erect.
âcâmon, princess, put it in,â jake smiles and you crane your neck to look back at him, shuddering in desire at his words. âsit on it,â he insists.
âokay, jakey,â you sigh out of exhaustion.
you take his wet cock in your hand and angle it toward your leaking hole, moaning softly once you fully sink down on him. the stretch of your cunt is good, feeling completely full. he twitches inside you, extending his arms to grip your hips possessively.
you moan in unison, jake letting out a long grunt and you a loud whine. he doesnât reach as deep as sunghoon, but he fills you up really well.
âoh, fuck,â jake curses, biting down on his bottom lip out of pleasure. âgo ahead, ride me, baby.. just like thatâ he softly demand and you oblige happily.
you start doing a grind motion, leaning on jakeâs thighs to keep your balance. he runs his palm all over your body, making sure the camera gets every angle, appreciating your curves and the way you move your hips on him to pleasure yourself.
sunghoon grips your chin, making you face his angry erection, his hand wrapped around it. âshow me how good of a slut you are, sweetheart,â he sings, tucking a wild strand of hair behind your ear.
his long fingers stroke his cock, but they stop at the base when you tilt your head down, catching his swollen tip in your sticky mouth. he hums appreciatively and passes his fingers through your hair, now wet by your sweat, collecting your hair in an improvised ponytail, keeping them away from your face.
you bob your head over his long cock, stroking the base with one of your palms since you canât fit all of him in your mouth, your other palm still resting on jakeâs thigh. you hear the beautiful, raspy moans of sunghoon, proud of yourself for making him feel good.
he is also smoothly shaved, skin soft and sturdy under your tongue and fingertips. you love the sleek feeling of him, although you equally adore the feeling of jakeâs against your skin. you grind and spin your hips on jake, doing little motions that are more pleasurable to you, but he still approves, muttering a âfuck yeahâ while directing your hips.
youâre sucking off sunghoon as if you were actually in a porno, bobbing over his length and moaning around him exaggeratedly. you donât know where this sudden rush comes from, but you wonât complain. surely not when he looks impressed, in total admiration.
âfucking slut,â jake slurs out, pupils dilated and filled in a fog of lust at the sight of a white ring forming around the base of his cock coated by your pussy.
you whine around sunghoon, disagreeing with him, or maybe agreeing. it doesnât matter anyway with the way you clench around him each time he throws bad words at you. you like how they treat you, as if all those insults were deserved and justified. but they know damn well none of the things they say are remotely true, thatâs why itâs so exciting.
you move in slow circles, jakeâs hands grabbing and slapping your ass. your juices are everywhere, dripping down his balls and sticking to his pelvis. it feels a little bit dirty, but you donât think anyone in this room really cares. it probably smells so much like sex and you wonder how long itâll take for the odor to go away. knowing your friends, they could probably never open the windows just to keep the smell of you in.. you would dissuade them from it, because come on, but the thought secretly makes you wanna smile.
âfuck, that little mouth of yours is doing wonders,â sunghoon compliments, relishing in the praise upon hearing that. âdonât know how long mâgonna last, baby,â he announces, looking down at your lips gliding smoothly over his long, curvy cock.
âsame..â jake adds in, voice raspy and breath erratic.
youâre encouraged by that, pleased to know youâre making them both feel really good. you use your full potential and lift up your hips, dropping them back down on jakeâs dick. you love the stretch, love how his cock pushes your walls to make room for himself, being so big your pussy just canât keep his size.
you take sunghoonâs length deeper in your mouth, slurping and swallowing around him. he groans, telling you how much he likes you and your wet tongue.
âokayâ fuck,â sunghoon begins, but curses when you cup his balls, innocently glancing up at him. he puts a hand on the top of your head and pushes you away from him, his cock slipping out your mouth.
âiâm taking her pussy, now,â he says, still looking at you even though heâs addressing jake.
âwhat ? no ! why ??â jake complains, groaning loudly in disagreement.
âbecause i want to,â he simply answers back, too stubborn to even proceed with a further explanation.
âwell, youâre gonna let me finish first.â
as you lift up your hips, jakeâs cock pulls out of you, heâs quick to reposition and turn you around, lying you down on the bed where he was previously. sunghoon lets him, rolling his eyes at the childishness of his friendâ even though heâs not acting very maturely either.
jake straddles your waist, stroking his cock just over your breasts, licking his lips. you watch him snap a few quick photos while his hand runs up and down his shaft rapidly, all coated in your wetness and saliva of earlier.
âshit, shitâ âm cumming,â he hastily warns, fingers wrapped tightly around his dick. he was already close when he was in you, so it doesnât take long until heâs brought back close to his high.
his eyes are blown out, looking at your tits like thereâs nothing sexier on this earth. his hips stutter and you place your palms on his bare thighs, feeling how hot his skin is.
âmmh ! fuck,â he chokes on his words, angling his cock toward your boobs. you look up at him as he empties himself on your chest, long ropes of milky white cum landing on your breasts. he keeps stroking obsessively until he spills out everything, little white beads falling from his wet and reddened tip. you look so fucking good like that, heâs gonna have a camera roll full of you by the end of this night.
he whines a little when it starts to hurt because of overstimulation. eventually he finishes, passing a hand through his hair, removing his wet bangs from covering his eyes. his chest heaves rapidly as he tries to regain a normal rhythm of breathing.
âgo away, loser.â
jake sends a death glare at sunghoon before clearing the way, sitting down, back against the wall.
sunghoon enters you again, locking your shaky legs behind his back. you gasped when he pounds in immediately, not once missing a beat. you sneak a hand between your legs, circling your pulsing, puffy clit left alone for too long now.
with your other hand, you swipe a finger in jakeâs cum that were caked on your boobs, picking it up and bringing it to your mouth. sunghoon watches you eating his friendâs cum and he squints his eyes at you, perhaps maybe a little jealous..
âoh ! hoon,â you mewl, the coil in your stomach tightening from his tip brushing against the sweet spot inside of you and your finger drawing more quick circles to your clit.
you lick more cum off your fingers, arching your back and closing your walls around sunghoonâs long cock. you moan loudly when you reach your high, milking his dick and clenching repeatedly around him, bringing him close to his high as well.
âfuck, youâre sâfucking tight, angel,â his hips snap against yours and like earlier, they steady on you, cock twitching inside your pussy.
he doesnât pull out this time and paints your insides white in his cum, spurting every last drop he has deep into you. you sigh of contentment, loving the hot sensation of his cum in your pussy.
ââm so full, hoonie,â you purr and he slips out slowly, looking at his seed dripping out of you as your hole keeps quivering and clenching from your previous orgasm.
he wets his lips, wishing he could see this everyday of the week; you full of his creamy cum. but of course, heâs not the only one to want this. heâd have to share.
ânext time, iâm the one cumming inside,â jake says from where he is, catching a glimpse of the white substance dripping out your hole. âyou selfish prick,â he mutters to his friend.
later on, after sunghoon passed a cloth between your legs and jake cleaned the mess he made on your tits, you fell asleep in sunghoonâs bed. the boys ended up finishing the movie without you since you were rightfully too tired too join, eyelids closing on their own. they stayed up late at night, playing video games and eating ramen, sometimes giving each other stupid challenges like how many amount of push-ups they can do in a determined time.
they didnât really disturb your sleep since you were knocked out. though you sometimes woke up from their voices, you went back to sleep easily. in the morning, you woke up with sunghoonâs arm wrapped around your waist and jake coming back with breakfast.
in simpler terms, it seems like movie night monday was a success, though you might not have finished the movie, you ended up making one yourselves..
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#BONGOS!
â sum. pov: when his backshots are just so good, they sound like bongooos! toji, choso, geto, sukuna, ino, nanami, gojo.
warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, dick drunk! reader, LETHAL BACKSHOTSSS, dom! choso sorta, ass obsessed men, size kink, brief cunnÄ«lingus, doggystyle, prone boneee, hair pulling (nanami), slight dacryphÄ«lia, runnin from it, pĂșssy so good tears uppp (ino), spanks, dirty talk, sqĂșirting, brÄeding, bed breaking, manhandling, cÄrvix fucking.
an. HAPPY SQUIRTMAS *wet jingle noises*
CHOSO â
KAMO.
âmhm- ah ah, get back here,â choso sharply prowls, each smoky pant turning raspier within the pitch.
choso was two words - feral and ruthless, and here he was having you all pretty and bent over on all fours..
his dark-rimmed eyes wandered everywhere at your body displayed underneath him. chosoâs pointed ears couldnât help but instinctively twitch upon hearing each sobbing mewl draaag its way out of your esophagus. itâs nothing but cute elongated syllables that made little to no sense, and each electrifying paps of fleshy stinging mounds clasping together has your head spinning in circles.
â âm tiredâŠof you, hah- always teasinâ me so much, baby. think you need a reminder of whoâs in charge, huuuh?â
âc- chosâoooh!â your words get crudely cut off at the sloppy curve of his cock massaging through each part of your cunt.
like a maze - the upper part of his puffed tip clumsily gets lost, leisurely finding its way through before wetly marking every tender spot of your pussy with his curious tip. heâs beating up all spots, slowing his jagged hitting hips down purposely before picking his pace right back up. âmm- right f- fuckinâ thereee, fuck me then.â
with a sassy eye roll, choso deepens his angle, reaching an arm out to hold onto the grunting, wooden headboard. itâs undeniably loud, creaking non-stop each time both jolting bodies ounce against the bed frame.
âplan⊠on it,â and you whine, glossed lips breaking apart before your mouth spreads agape. heâs just so thick, and he loves more than anything to treat your pussy like it was just elastic. that effortless stretch- choso groans every time he feels you closing around him, cutely trying to squeeze around him before wheezing out those cute âoooh!â âs of whimpers.
âhah- gotta teach her some manners. canât have you thinkinâ you can just walk all over me, princessâoh, fuuuck.â
every nth of chosoâs staggering fat inches drills into you deeply, causing your eyes to goofily cross. heâs in you sooo good, using two grabby hands to raise your clumsy hips upright. âugh- choso, mhm!â and your cuntâs just profusely dripping all around him, eagerly squelching at each springy thrust. heâs hard, maintaining a good alignment before his hips shimmy. his pace was literally inhuman. choso treats your convulsing nub like a targetârepeatedly, striking your g-spot with precise hits as if itâs the perfect bullseye.
as you both each share laborious, breathy pants, he snatches your hips right back against his chiseled pelvis with an impish disapproving pout. âwhat did i sayâŠno mngh- runninâ, pretty,â and you moan, feeling chosoâs hand makes you dip all the way forward into his bare chest.
now, your back was just arched fully over with your ass perked up in the air. choso admires your slobbering pussy before leaning in, taking a moment to spit down between the exposed valley of your ass.
âf- fuuck, youâre so nasty, âcho,â youâd whine, holding back a bratty smile once your hand grips a jiggling fat of your rotating ass. through bleary peripherals and droopy hanging eyelids, chosoâs swiping a thumb over his lips, another smearing his treacly saliva around your stuffed entrance to make sure you stay nice and wet for him.
itâs incredibly slimy, and his digit continues to sloppily trail further down the teary slot of cunt. itâs so raunchy, and choso licks his thin-pursed lips as if heâs preparing to feastâŠ.and right then, thatâs when choso brings his freshly slick-coated fingers toward his rosy achy lips.
âsheâs.. nastier,â choso grunts with his blushful broad tip aching from every ridged corner. your cunt wetly pops out an excited shriek of its own and your entire body starts to relax. heâs hissing through his teeth, fanning himself once he feels the cruel stiffening of his cock pound pound pound into your very core. âlemme hear her some more, princess. âs not enough hah- wet talk.â
and as chosoâs rude hips continue to buck buck buck, heâs using every raging part of his hips to drill into you raw.
each twist, each turnâheâs deep, making sure your cunt remembers every narrow hit of his dick. a mixture of your sweetened moans and his feral grunts fill the air before he feels that cute clamping stick of your ass. â âm gonna cum, âm cummin!â youâd gasp, poor knobbly thighs just slapping against each other. chosoâs hips had the inside of your mouth watering, and you only wanted more. âfuck me- fuck me, f- ugh!â
your body inaudible screams with tremors and tremors of crazed shakes. once your lonely awaited finish comes, your mouth drops open but not a sound comes out. instead, a cute tiny squeak follows out of your husky larynx with your eyes carelessly rolllllling way back into the very back of your brain.
youâre seeing nothing but black as youâre riding out your orgasm, creaming down on chosoâs cock with not a single thought in mind. âmhm- thatâs it, ride it out baby, ride it out,â choso slows his hips to your defeated rhythm, feeling your body underneath him convulse rapidly. you saw stars, galaxies of them in fact, maybe even a few comets.
âc- choso,â youâd moan, hearing pitchy rough breaths from behind you. the wiiiiide stretch of his dick still makes itself known and youâre humming, batting your dampened lashes sporadically at the sudden overwhelming wave of elation. âfuuuckk- more,â and he ogles as you make him pull out, cutely flipping yourself over with a flushed look of sensual desire.
despite how you were just drenched in your sweat, you still craved more. choso stares at you sprawling your legs out fully, bringing two dry padded fingers towards your sensitive clit before pinching it. âl.. letâs try mating press, baby.â
âyouâre impossible,â he sheepishly says, with a wry head shake, gingerly placing his weight on top of you. his onyx-colored ponytails were all scruffy, and he was sweating from all corners of his forehead. with a loud, wet âplap!â noise, choso sloppily re-aligns his tip before it sloooowly starts to sink its way inside of your wet pussy, reuniting.
âhah- fine, but âm gonna have toâŠstretch you a bit, baby,â and you moan, feeling choso raise your leg, nearly hooking it over your head before positioning the other limb to mimic the same. sealing your trembling lips with an open-mouthed kiss, he grunts against your twisting tongue as heâs hungrily bottoming out inside of you.
âgotta get my baby all stretched,â he slips out a throaty whimper, hardened cock barreling further inside of you before he surprises random sticky kisses on your raised ankle.
âbut, l- letâsâŠtest out that flexibility while weâre at it, hm?â
SUGURU â
GETO.
geto and backshots are a deadly combo within itself.
âtake it. take it, taaake it,â he growls, his carnally encouraging words sounding more like a looping chant by the second. youâre moaning with his palm slapped against your mouth, shamefully drooling all over his hand in the process. of course, staring right in front of you too, was no one other than yourself. arched over, hunched over too, and lewdly crossed-eyed.
you probably looked a sight.
ruffled, shaggy strands of hair glued to your forehead. as your jaw was goofily hangingâjust forever open with an agape âlil mouth thatâs covered with getoâs hand, your wet tongue licks a path around his warm palm.
gasping for any ounces of air that you could get with his hand printed over your mouth, your cheek then prints against the cold, frigid mirror with how harder his thrusts were getting. âf- fuck, sugu mmph!â you coo out, feeling your thighs tense at each popping slam. remnants of whiteish, dried cum painted against your thighs. a licentious, dirty reminder of just how much he was claiming you from behind.
round after round and it turned from minutes to hours of just getting filled from every orifice with getoâs hot, creamy cum. getoâs cock wears you thin in every goopy crevice ân corner of your wet pussy, causing your poor larynx to sound hoarse from all the moaning within no time.
heâs pumping in all inchesâgrinding into your hips as you moved, cutely trying to jostle your waist to his rhythm but failing horribly.
âmngh- slutty girl, look at that ass tryna fuck me back. A for effort, i guess,â he grunts with a sneer, admiring the tears of sweat that started to gloss down your arched spine. so pretty..
almost looking akin to a necklace, a huge hand wraps around your throat before making sure you face yourself in the mirror. geto slides his other palm away from your mouth, scoffing at the webby sleek strings of spit following before he rubs it all over your mouth. âdonât look away, look at how your face gets when youâŠhah- slut yourself out on my dick, doll.â
âugh- harderrrr,â your moans were starting to turn bouncy, and he was fucking you with every damn fiber of his being. getoâs buckled knees bury into the silk padded mattress and heâs dragging out hoarse gasp after gasp from your parched throat. his hits against your ass were loud, they sounded like bongos with how rough his pelvis creates music with each drumming hit.
âmmh- so good, so fuckinâ good,â your whines continue to drag out, and youâre tasting treacly salted saliva on your rosĂ© buds.
through your peripherals, you spot geto working his hips into you. you couldnât help but take a glance at his snatched waist thatâs just so slim. heâs swerving into you at full speed, creating 360 donuts with his sloppy hips as he accelerates. geto sucks in a sharp, smoky break as he continued to plummet into your cunt over ân over again until youâre cutely clinging onto the mirror for leverage.
âcute,â he clicks his tongue, lowering his darkened irises down the curving arch of your bent-over back. from behind you, you heard him whistling at your watch before spanking your ass. the glossy sweat that remained on your backside shines bright, brighter than any sunâcreating a creeping glow in the sunlight from the cracked open curtain in the distance. âgood girl. lie back. all ya gotta do is.. hah- lie back ân let me have my way with this sloppy-fuckinâ-cunt.â
each malleable thrust gets enunciated with each hard whack against your pussy that makes your teeth jitter. youâre moaning, barely able to keep up with his zealously, agile pace before the slit tip of his cock diagonally slithers its way near your clit. milliseconds pass before you then start to feel his crowned tap-tap tapping against your bumpy cervix. itâs a mean tap, and your eyes crossed even further together with your tongue abjectly lolling out. âs- shit, that spot. that.. mngh- suguru!â
a handful of nerves swim their way into the bottom parts of your stomach before you whine. youâre panting continuously, gently shoved face first against the now fogged mirror that was in directly front of you. itâs steaming up because of your harsh, wheezing breaths before you squeal. itâs quick, but your legs end up collapsing and so does your entire body.
â âm cumminâ, fuck!â you yawp, gasping breathlessly at that sliiiight turn of his pivoting hips. getoâs cock runs all through you, kneading your cunt with each brutal thwack.
sweetened whimpers pour from your lips once you end up meeting your euphoric maker. âugh- s.. suguru,â low, pulled lids of your eyes start to feel heavy as you struggle to keep them open. youâre pussyâs wetly squalling, letting off squelches as you smothered getoâs thick cock from swollen top to bottom with your slick essence. âf- fuck, spank m-â
âquiet, baby,â geto shushes you, a hand wrapping back around the base of your throat. with a swift slap of his roughened palm, he spanks you again anyway, and you purr out a cute âoooohâ right away.
your tongue still sticks out against the reflecting steamed mirror. youâre so close to it that youâre nearly suffocating from your tepid, pants of breath washing back into your face. heâs still inside, feeling you weakly try to arch your ass up but your face slumps further against the glass. âaw, relax, sweetheart. i gotcha,â and as youâre still whimpering, geto pulls out his vermillion-colored tip.
he silently hisses at your dewy, wet grip, gazing at your dripping cunt thatâs covered with sparkling white strands of your mess. groaning, he rubs his angered tip over your pussy in a greedy circle.
âmhm- keep goinâ suguru,â youâd frantically toss your hips around in a circle - begging, aching for him to fuck you against the mirror again. itâs even cute with how your ass did a wordless cute shake against his leaky tip, rubbing your very entrance over his sweltering, dewy-coated tip.
âgod- such a fuckinâ slutty girl, can never say no to that preeeetty-shakinâ-ass,â geto huffs, pausing between each word as his hand swipes against your tender feeling rear. still aroused, he grunts as his bulky cock twitches each time your skin jiggles against the sharp greeting contact.
geto flips you over with one beefy arm, tying his hair into a hurried slothful ponytail before cocking his head. âlegs, raise âem for me, high baby,â and once you comply, geto hums, closing the distance between you and him by sliiiiding his way in between your raised legs.
in a husky voice, he smacks his plump tip against your pussy before biting your bottom lip while maintaining direct eye contact. âhah- thatâs it, stretch those fuckinâ legs for sugu, sweetheart. and while you do thaaat,â geto grumbles, stealing a low-pitched moan from you once he delves a thick finger inside of your swallowing cunt.
âi gotta make her cream on me at least an extra four more times, heh..â
NANAMI â
KENTO.
âlike this, sweetheart?â nanami murmurs, grabbing a secure amount of hair to wholly fit into the coarse palm of his hand.
heâs gentle nonetheless, hearing your cute shallow breaths once his hips fatally stop. as youâre arched over a side of the bed, your wobbly hands piercing into the fat mattress. nanamiâs unpredictable movements have you speechless, blinking thrice because who knew such a man was so nasty in bed?
of courseâthe only exception was his pretty wife, you. and nanami didnât mind getting kinky for his beloved precious, even if you wanted to try something as vulgar as backshots..
heâs all the way inside you, not even moving an inch and yet it felt like he was already obliterating every part of your goopy, clamping walls.
âmhm- yeah. fuck me ân then just start pullinâ on it if i try to crawl away, âken.â you moan, feeling that all too familiar thumping sensation arises between your quaking, sore thighs. near the very undersides, you felt the brief pants of tenderness lingering against your skin.
nanami tilts his head, shrugging out a complying, âalriiight,â and you gasp once he softly tightens the grip against your hair just a bit. âthis okay? âm gonna start movinâ for you.â earnestly impatient, you nod, and the blond tries to suppress a smile. already, he felt your cute body trying to wriggle away but as you said, he gently tugged you back by the hair. âanything for the kinky wife i guess. brace yourself though, honey. workâs been.. hah- rough.â
and when nanami fucks, he Fucks - capital F.
youâre holding back pitiful muffled moans as he pulls off his tie, softly stuffing it in your mouth. itâs tasteless - and youâre whimpering, feeling every stinging whack from his hips slam into your ass every three seconds.
nanamiâs sweat-drenched fingertips caress both sides of your curvaceous hipsâfeeling all down your loving physique as heâs ferociously fucking into you at such a disrespectful speed.
every thrust was insanely languid, barely giving you time to gather up a thought in your dull, empty brain. âkento, ohmygoddd,â your voice timidly cracks, already drenching the end part of his thigh with your bubbly drool. heâs churning your insides through and through like one would churn a fresh batch of hot butter. and god- nanamiâs just rocking into the rear of your ass like a boat thatâs forever rickety. âharder.. pull it, baby, pull my fuckinâ hair.â
âyes, maâam,â he raspingly responds, having the same firm grip on your hair. dozens of seconds later, a nice amount of your hair yanks back and your eyes cutely widen. you fall back and so do your hips, continuously and sloppily landing back against his hips. itâs still gentle nonetheless, but his hips were so cruel. youâd never get used to that heavenly stretch of his cock.
itâs mouthwatering, and youâre just melting at the sheer sounds of each bouncy slap! of balmy skin. nanami hears the cute bundle of gargled whines struggle to leave your throat once he grabs your hair, and he purrs. âmhm, liked that, sweetheart? should i pull again? canât leave my woman all horny ân unsatisfied, hm?â
âmmph- pull.. hah- harder, âken,â you nod, your words still a bit hushed and gagged from his work tie. the bedâs so unsteady, you were just it was gonna snap into two at any second. as he keeps up a decent rhythm, your jaw ends up dropping once his peachy tip greets your clit with a knocking slam. he hears another gasp slip from your lips before your ass lifts.
with another solid yank, nanami pulls a bit harder, and this time, heâs faintly snickering at how cute your body was - just slamming back into him like it already knew its territory. riiiight as his fattened tip makes itself known to your pretty, pulsating clit, you squeal out a bellowing yelp.
there!
like a q-tip, his rounded cockhead swaaaabs its way around your tightening entrance before the deep thrusts continue. your eyes were just bulging out each of their sockets, and you were speechless for a while before squealing out a cute, âohmygu- âken somethingâs coming. s- somethingâs coming kento.â
âi know, sweetheart,â he whispers, slowing his sloppy hits down but making sure that his thrusts remain deep deep deep. he studies your gyrating ass and how it flawlessly ricocheted against his skin. with each barbaric smack of your ass clashing into his pelvis, he feels both sweaty pounds of skin arise with blistering temperature.
but the last thing youâd expect was to gush right onto his cock, legs cutely twitching with a squalling whimper ripping out of your strained chords. the release was so sudden, that your eyes widened dramatically as your lips parted into a pretty bewildered âoh!â
the feeling was just so erogenous, and your entire body underneath his fell into jerking spasms. âmy, oh myyy,â nanami gruffly murmured, still maintaining a gentle yet tight grip on the back of your head. soft, massaging fingers glissade down your scalp at his grasping hold before he feels your ass weakly writhing back into him. âmessy girl, thatâs it. make a mess for me, sweetheart. âs okay, let go.â
âu- ugh!â your brows curl, and your cunt was just dripping like a faucet - profusely. his tip stopped all types of movement, brushing against your convulsing clit as you kept gushing and he grunts. right there - right fuckinâ there.. he felt your pulse, relishing in the faint sloshing sounds that occurred between the stickiness of both fleshy thighs meshing against the skin. âfuck, fuck, fuuuck âken.â
â ây did so good,â nanami breathes, his wet tie drenched with your saliva flopping out past your lips. he pulls out, and his dick exits your watery pussy with a cute plap. the sheets were all soaked with your wetness and nanamiâs panting, smearing his flesh-colored crown around your shriveling entrance. pulse after pulse, youâre still eager for him to get back inside despite how your entire body was shivering from your recent mind-boggling finish. âalways loved myself a wet wife,â nanami softly smacks his veiny cock against your teary slit.
âthe wetter the better, haah- darlin.â letâs try that again,â and you whine, feeling his dick slap against your crying, wet pussy. with a click of his tongue, nanami lets off a deep, heavy sigh. âthink she needs a bit more.. ah- velocity training.â
SUKUNA â
RYĆMEN.
âheh- your smart mouthâs almost as annoying as your weak arch, little girl,â sukuna snickers, keen-witted canines briefly poking out his lips.
youâre moaning, letting off occasional pitchy swear words whilst getting absolutely destroyed by the king of curses himself. he always treated your pussy like an enemy â using his favorite technique, absolutely annihilating your g-spot.
the fleecy, thin straps of sukunaâs kimono tickled against your skin as heâs driving his thick cock deep into you with such rigorous might. hit after hit after hit, sukunaâs dick was just as angry as he was.
as you were whining, your voice was steadily forming raw and strained as those cute little âooohâs!â sweetly cried out from your dried voice box.
his tipâs got such a curve that makes your insides tingle. âohâŠ.f- fuuuck,â you heave in a single sharp breath, feeling your tummy cowardly tuck its way inward. sukunaâs cockâs greedy, and each stroke makes your eyes bulge wider ân wider out of their sockets. heâs bottomed balls deep, and you could hear his animalistic pants bellow huskily from behind you. playfully, sukuna trails a claw down your back, watching you writhe at something as simple as his touch.
â âm not gonna last, âkuna, s- so big, stretchinâ me so fuckinâ goâah!â you whine, getting a face full of a fluffed pillow. heâs got an angle that makes you feel it all, every single inch pumping inside of your cuntâintroducing itself against your pearled nub each passing second.
his hips were viciously vicious, and youâre just drooling from the cracks of your mouth at each girthy centimeter prying your insides open. âughhh- donât stop, f- fuck me. fuââ
âahh,â sukuna tuts, and you whimper once his palm wetly spanks against your stuffed pussy. pasty, teary droplets briskly coat his hand before he rubs circles against your tender clit. with his hips securely pressed right up against your jerking ass, sukuna licks your ear. âyouâll get your turn to speak. but right now, sheâs the star right now, not you. have some class, wet girl.â
as popping wet sloshes cry from the opened arc of your legs, and you feel sukunaâs forked tongue flick against your neck. âmmh- sheâs so nasty, talk talk taaaalk. jusâ like her dumb fuckinâ owner..â sukuna brings your hips up with two hardened palms, making sure your face stays shoved deep into the mattress.
with a cute wiggle, your ass rewinds into him and he grunts at the immediate jiggle. with a loud, briefly stinging whack, he spanks youâhearing those cute âlil clamors leave your cracking throat before seconds later and heâs back to thrusting.
sukunaâs cock was dangerous - you already felt yourself getting more ân more stupid the harder his hips snapped into you. vehemently, his strokes turn languidly sloppy within seconds, and you mouth out a cute silent âohmyfuckinâgodddd!â blood-shot eyes rove down your bouncing frame and how you were bent over just for him and only him. âmng- mâlord, there- there pleaaaase!â
âdonât know whoâs louder,â the demon snarls under his breath in a tone dripping with amused mockery. he stares as your ass extends upward and youâre arched right over, face pathetically buried into his velveteen-made sheets.
every clashing pap of ridden skin never failed to echo through his chambers, and the gluey feeling of sticky, crashing thighs makes his fangs sharply nip into his lip. âmngh-â his dick swirls a shape-like motion all arooound your pussy, easing a secret pathway way into your cervix and you short circuit instantaneously.
sukuna huffs lowly, clawing more of his black whetted fingernails into the skin of your plush ass. âyou or this fuckinââŠhah- talkative pussy. canât even hear myself think.â
âsuh- suku-â you squeak, dumbing down from each second he spends battering his fat cock inside of you. your walls were tight, desperately clinging to him, clamping vigorously before popping out a cacophony of wet plops. your eyes were already rolled back, and your blocked vision met with a dark void of darkness. âah-â you end up drooling, a stream of saliva starting to bubble from the corners of your twitching lips. sukunaâs deeeeep, nearly creating an unforgettable bulge with how he easily pushes his entire weight against your ass.
your mindâs completely empty . . but, youâre transported right back to reality once you hear a splitting crack of wood. as sukunaâs still driving his thick cock into your slobbering pussy like a madman, he hears that eerie âcreeeeakâ sound.
itâs the headboardâand, within seconds, the bed awkwardly flops, and you heard the boxspring weakly snap from underneath. ângh-â sukuna grunts, the both of you briefly collapsing from the bed calling quits to support the ridiculous weight. your release pauses as you pant, wondering what happened, and the curse just slyly snickers at you. â âs all good. just a little bed break,â and you felt his forked, slimy tongue lick down your sweat-covered back. he huskily âahâsâ once he allows his tongue to savor your natural taste before groaning.
his cockâs aching.. and the top of his cockâs flushing a pearly, shimmery color of velvet red. a thumb of his pulls a bit of lingering foreskin before he brings his crowned cockhead toward your pretty puckering hole. sukuna notices you trying to crane your head to look at your ass but he tsks, making you face back in front.
âturn that head back the fuck around. just because the bed broke doesnât mean âm not done breakinâ this pussy too, little girl. now open up for me. goood girl.â
SATORU â
GOJO.
âoh, oh- wait a minute, angel,â satoru pauses mid-thrust, pressing his naturally sculpted pelvis against your ass. youâre moaning once he wraps a smooth hand around your throat, bringing pink glossed lips toward the lobe of your ear. âare you cryinnnâ?â and indeed, you were.
heâs been hitting you from the back so deep ân so good that youâre fighting back fat, glittery tears. they stick to your lashes, nearly blinding you with each flapping blink and you moaned for him to not stop - not now, not ever.
snickering smokily, satoru then starts to use his other hand to maneuver sloppy, wet shapes around your slippery, stuffed cunt.
âsooooo tender for me, hm?â and satoruâs lanky dick stretched you thin - wearing you thin with every long inch, causing your brows to cutely twist in rapture. âtsssk. canât help but be emotional and wet for me, cute..â
âs- satoru, donât stop- please,â your sweet pleads and begs instantly making his cock twitch inside of you. you shuddered, feeling a vein of his prod on his foreskin, nipping against your insides as he moved. satoru was so long, but even longer inside..
itâs probably been round after round, but youâre already salivating for more. his slim body was pushed right up against yours, and you felt the snowy, wooly hairs that were taped to his base drag all across his skin. heâs such a tease though. you could merely feel that annoying smug grin boring right into the back of your skull, despite how you werenât even facing him. ângh- finish.. fucking me.â
âoh! sounds like a demand, and yâknow how i donât like being given orders,â he hoarsely whispers, two rough hands pulling up your ass to create a deeper slope.
heâs in deep, idly massaging your clit with his tip not shifting at all. your wetness perfectly coats the entire thick base of his cock, and satoru could hear your pleading little squelches trying to sweet talk him at the same time too. âaw, is that back talk âm hearing?â and you whimper, hearing a slap sound between your legs.
satoru spanks your cunt - feeling you wriggle, desperately trying to rut back against him but he makes you halt. âah- patience,â and your sweet whines fueled his ego oh-so-good. satoruâs slim waist sensually rocks against your ass, and youâre smacked by his rearing hips time ân time again. youâre probably so stupefied. your dripping tongue hung all out of your mouth as languid, airy pants roughly seized away from your lungs. â âm gonna cum, satoru. youâre hittinâ that spot s- sooo good, mmg-â
âyeah, tell me how ya really feel,â and you gasp, feeling him push your knee into your chest. youâre still laid flat on your back, and nowâheâs got an even deeper angle. his cock explores every part of your pussy, and that sticky grip on your ass makes him groan against your earlobe.
âthink you just might have the strongest pussy, baby. grippinâ all⊠on me,â and as his voice deepens, maybe even quavering a bit from how sensitive he felt, satoru sucks sloppy kisses against your neck. âmhm- donât think i can beat her. nope.. not when sheâs being so fuckinâ hah- sloppy, shit.â
slosh after wetted slosh could be heard from between the open space of your legs and youâre whimpering. his tipâs constant thrashing so merciless - filthily showering your pearled nub with a kiss after pounding kiss until your legs were on the verge of snapping shut.
satoruâs closet pressed up against your bare rotating ass, grinding his washboard abs into your body and it just feels so hot. he swats a hand against your ass, intently sucking his teeth at the three-second jiggle before moaning lowly into your ear. âheh.. thereâs that cute g-spot- i mean weak spot,â and with a rude collisionâsatoruâs thrusts slam into you at full impact, causing your brain to nearly hotwire.
itâs so abrupt that you didnât even recognize your voice when your shrieking squeal came out. âmmph!â your eyes hugely bulge, and his cockâs stuffed soso many inches insideâsneaking a hand underneath your tummy just to feel you cutely heaving around his size. as youâre creaming down his hardened shaft.
sublimely, it stands tall inside of you and he heartily chuckles at your bodyâs retreating response. youâre shaking, barely being able to move your hips and your head ends up falling into the cushioned pillow with a soft thud. âs- satoru, donât.. donât stop,â and as your tongue remains lies flat down your lips, you put out a needy sob. âoh my go- hah- âm still.. cumminâ.
âhm, okay,â satoru whispers, skipping a few warm fingers down your spine. you tense at his touch, and your back slightly raises before his dick loudly pops! it's way out of your sensitive pussy. trails ân trails of glistening, perspiring sweat paints down his pale frame before he flips you over. satoru treats you like a doll - a rag doll, and before you know it, youâre straddling on top of him.
with blurred, faded vision, you could see a cunning grin stretching across his pinkened lips before he aligns you. âah, jusâ lie back against my chest, good girl,â he praises you, feeling your back recline against his ripped abdomen. youâre moaning, still shattering all rows of your teeth at your recent eye-rolling orgasm before satoru slings two arms underneath your legs.
you gasp, letting off a soft âoof!â once he suddenly lifts you, openly gawking in awe at your creamy hole hovering over his crimson-shaded tip. ânew position baby. âm gonna try usinâ infinity on this pretty cunt,â and you moaned, hearing a looooong stretch of his dick from behind you and you gulped.
was he-
satoru was making his cock longer, you didnât even know he could do that but the anxious flutter between your thighs was almost embarrassing. your tummy steadily caves in ân out as you feel him starting to gradually sink into you.
attacking the left part of your neck with a barrage of wet, starving kissesâsatoru hoarse grunts. âyâknow what they say. eighth orgasmâs the charm, angel. now biiiiig fuckinâ stretch, lemme teach her how strong i can really get with a few extra inches, heh..â
TOJI â
FUSHIGURO.
âcâmooon, pretty thing. letâs see that ass show me what itâs fuckinâ made of,â toji grunts, slightly tilting his right thigh up. heâs rude - hips far ruder though, and heâs just straight up plunging deep into your cervix until your tongueâs just sloppily hanging out your mouth.
with your lips wholly coated with a natural gloss of saliva, youâre damn near hysterical. heâs hitting you so deep, biting his lower lip each time your ass does that cute sticking smack right against his sharpened pelvis. tojiâs washboard abs flex ân tense through his dingy white tank before he swats against your ass. âmhm- atta girl. entertain this dick girl, entertain- fuckinâ- me.â
âmngh!â you squealed, your incoherent babble turning into muffles against the pillows in front of you. tojiâs whole right-hand fits over your head and he lightly shoves your face into the mattress.
youâre whimpering, each rough slam into your rear sending staticky ringing through your ears. heâs so nasty, plowing into you with such lively horsepower that it makes you start to pant like a literal greyhound. â âm gonna fuck, gonna fuckinâ cum, t- toooji.â
with a scoff, toji spanks your ass. âyeah? thatâs nice.â his toneâs fuckinâ sly, he couldn't care less. your cuntâs so slippery, slickly gluing against his hairy base that piercingly pap! pap! paps! right into both twirling globes of your ass.
the sounds of repeated smacking flesh pitched louder and louder as both bodies rutted into each other. the bedroom filled with harmonies of rough slaps and groans, as well as your added whimper and whines from how good toji was plowing you into the shared king-sized bed. tojiâs a menace when it came to his hips though.
he does this thing where he stuffs you all the way full with one single thrustâŠ.then pulls out⊠then back inâŠthen back fuckinâ out..
âmhm- goodâŠgood, goooood,â his voice lowers, and so did his angle. tojiâs cock had a bit of lean, lazy hook and itâs just sexy. itâs noticeable curve forever made itself known by just doing a single shimmy with his wide hips. from top to bottom of his cock thatâs prodding with lightening shaped veins all over, heâs insanely big. âhah- look at that cute ass jusâ bouncinâ all on me. goddamn, babygi- fuck.â
toji even arched his back too, combing a few thickset fingers through his murky dark strands before feeling his dick swell up from the creamed top. heâs close, and with how good you were gripping around him, it wasnât helping things much at all.
your insides were so gluey, sticking against him like pasty adhesive, determined to wring around him like the lewdest vice imaginable. âgoddamn-â he groans, thin nostrils immediately flaring.
your pussyâs grip was ruthless - you squeezed and squeezed and squeezed, hearing tojiâs grumbles huff underneath his breath. â âm gonna make this tummy so nice ân plump,â he grouses, ravened brows curling together. vein after vein throbbing through his cock as heâs deepening his hits, giving the back of your tank top a firm grasp. you fall back into his cock at the pull, moaning and sweetly âooh!â ing at each jackhammering hit of his cock.
âmmgh- cum in me, toji,â you whimper, rocking your body against the dingy sage sheets with no shame. your bodyâs all slumped, humping against the bed with the front of your body as your right cheek pressed into the mattress.
tojiâs buried to the very hilt, and his burning-up crown alone even started french kissing your cervix, dozens of times too. itâs indisputably sloppy, and you let off a gasp once you feel him swirling his stout tip alllll around your gummy insides, tap tap tapping against that beloved spongey texture. âdonât miss, f- fuck.â
âhah- with an arch like that, yâer askinâ for at quadruplets,â and his hips brutally snap into you. for a second, tojiâs cock leaves you brain dead with the cause before his heavy, life-altering shaft. that exact spot that feels a bit bumpy, his tip rams against it and it scratches the left lobe of your brain so good. toji snickers, hearing you left off a pornographic âaaaah!â at the abrupt discovered pressure. ângh- better take it all then, donât waste a fuckinâ drop, girl.â
it happens with such quicknessâtojiâs lowly growls, his husky orgasm sounding more like a gruff pitching battle cry. heâs slowing his hips before holding your wobbly hips in place. right as heâs cumming in you, tojiâs burly body presses against your backside. you could feel him still grinding, although itâs a bit more weak.
âugh- fillinâ you so well gotta getcha niiiice ân round fâm again. canât leave my pretty mama without a.. hah- fill,â and it starts to pour deep inside. it oozes inside of your cunt, and it flows out so quickly that some even start to dribble down the crevices of your thighs. pretty, sloppy squelches could be heard from the occurring mess and toji dryly swallows. âmhm- sheâs as nasty as you, babygirl. look at her swallowinâ it all up. so good.â
âtooooji,â youâd whimper, gasping once you felt a big thumb snail its way down your sopping pussy. wads of cum race down your thighs, and with a sloshing wet pop, toji pulls out his cock that was frothing from the velvet-reddened tip. he grunts, admiring your ass that still had itself raised, and he then leans down. toji inches his face toward your backside, using two wide hands to spread your ass apart.
âhaaaah,â he pants against your dripping cunt, rolling out his tongue. you whimpered, clicking your teeth together once he starts to lap up the globs cum that was spilling down your thighs. itâs a loud sluuuurp! from tojiâs mouth that gives you butterflies, but he then gives your clit a sweet munch with both pairs of lips.
toji rubs his lip scar against your pulsating cunt before snickering against your entrance, cleaning up his cum that glistened down your poor, aching slit thatâs just so overflooded. âmhm- keep this arch, pretty girl. âm fuckinâ starved,â toji spits against your slick-covered heat before allowing the sheeny strings to land flat on his rolled out tongue.
ââŠand this cute pussyâs just askinâ to be devoured, heh..â
INO â
TAKUMA.
âback⊠shots?â ino lets out a tremulous short breath, nearly drooling at the prurient sight of you arching over the armrest of the couch.
you were so breathtaking, even in such an erotic hunched-over positionâface up ân pretty ass down. just to top it all off though, your pulled-to-the-side-panties that exposed your flooded dripping pussy only made things ten times worse. you even dared to sprightly throw your hips around in a circle, hearing a cute needy whine pull leave from inoâs lap. âo- okay, i can- i can do backshots.â
âdonât be scared, ino,â you hush in a sweet coaxing tone, your voice as smooth as silk. all types of warmth lingered on your tone. heâd probably cum just from listening to you speak if he wasnât too careful. reaching a thumb from behind you, you drag a plump thumb down your puffed slit. soaked right away, ino watches before bringing the flushed crownhead of his cock towards your wet fluttering slit. itâs so wetâjust aptly pouring with syrupy slick from the sides, the corners, hell- even the inner wet crevicesâŠ
ino felt his heart pounding, and he was holding back a moan once his plump cockhead swirls a circle around your swallowing entrance. you moan, arching more before humming. âmhm- like that. now fuck me, baby. fuck m-â
and oh- he does.
ino was a very quick learner because, within no time, you found yourself arched right over with his capped tip being greedily swallowed by your famished entrance.
inoâs so frantic - and itâs almost cute how he had no literal rhythm. heâs getting lost in your pussyâbut after a few sloppy starting thrusts, he surprisingly locates every tender spot like it's nothing. you shudder as your hips start to rise, feeling a few wet droplets splat against your arched backside and oh, heâs really drooling now..
his breaths turn from steady to heavy within seconds, and heâs just hypnotized at how pretty your cunt took in all the turgid inches of his shaft. âs- sorry, canât help it,â he meekly apologizes, wiping a hairy arm over his spit-glossed lips. his hands awkwardly grip your ass before you feel him swipe a slender digit toward your neglected hole.
âoooh,â he whimpers to himself, plugging it with the entirety of his stubby thumb. with his buttoned nose cutely wrinkling at the sensations of being full from both orifices, you whine out his name thrice. sweet repeated chants of âino!â âinooo!â or âiiii-noooo!â and itâs so melodic to ino, in a salacious way at least.
your cunt dewily clenches at him toying with your slick hole, and he pulls out his thumb before groaning. âgod- âs no fair, baby,â and heâs still clinging onto your bouncing hips, staring as your ass starts to fuck back into him. speaking of toys, he couldnât help but moan at how you rewinded your hips back into him oh-so perfectly.
it was like your entire waist was controlled, and inoâs grabbing at the plump cheeks of your ass at every moment he could. the slaps of skin were so loud, and they echoed through every cornering wall in the dimly lit bedroom. âdonât evenâŠhah- know what âta do with all this ass. phew- think âm gonna⊠faint.â
âdonât be dramatic, ino,â you skewed your hips around his cock, swallowing in a deep breath at the overly thick tummy-tucking stretch that surprises your pussy. heâs just big - rummaging through every important part of your guts before slap! youâre met with a stony coarse wham that makes your tongue flop out on his own. âf- fuck, right there. keep hittinâ that spot, oh- fuck!â
inoâs already in love⊠and, your hips were a smooth talker, if anything.
the way you moved and perfectly corresponded to him, heâs getting teary. it feels so damn good, the familiar tightening of his balls makes him nearly choke on an incoming exhale as he watches you throw back against him.
it was almost comicalâyou wanted to try backshots, and ino could barely keep up with your pace because technically speaking, you were fucking him. âgod- baby, âm gonna cum. canât.. canât hold it, lemme finish inside pleaseplease,â and as heâs babbling, you could hear him sniffling.
your pussy was so good that it had him choking on his own words, stammering clumsily over every whiny syllable. inoâs hands never leave your hips, and he swats a few palms at your doughy ass that jerks right into him before sighing. youâre so stuffed already, but the thought of him dumping such a hot, buttery batch of cum inside you had you humming in longing contempt. âmhm- tell me, baby. your pussyâs gonna f- fuckinâ kill me, hah-â
âinsiiiide, do it,â you whine, slightly raising your hips. god- the view, your slick twitching cunt had ino hearing his whole heartbeat through his ears. he was damn near mesmerized, and his tip was just weeping at the constant tender rubbing it was creating against your clit. your entrance slicked against him like velcro, and inoâs jaw was already clenching at the clingy sensation.
with of few more pops of his weak hips, ino eventually does cum - and itâs a lot.
a knot of, gooey fresh cum shoots right into you, quickly traveling through your insides. ino whines way louder than you, and he falls flat against your back. âugh- baby,â he grunts, his voice cracking as soon as he falls into your embrace. itâs hot, and you moan once he continues to spurt thin ribbons straight deep into your womb. timid, soppily hands suffered with insane amounts of sweat before you felt his palms all around your body. even with ino still rawly pumping into you, heâs running his hands up and down the curvature of your waistâstopping at your ass, his favorite.
squelches ân squelches galore..
his softened cock remained plugging you full with all of its mightâfeeling your dribbling cunt tighten around the entirety of his length. it takes him a good while before heâs finally emptied his entire load, giving himself a subtle shake to make sure itâs all deep inside of you. âgood boy,â you quietly hum, rolling over, swiping a thumb down your flooded cunt. ino pants, flopping onto your chest and he looks so in love. his face was flushing the more he deeply stared at you, and your eyes widened once you realized inoâs slowly pushing the crowns of your knees up to your chest. âhah- ino?â
â âm not done,â he murmurs, leaning in to press a sweet, chaste kiss against your quivering lips. he moans at the soft prod of your tongue brushing against his before his pearly-colored tip whacks against your pussy thatâs still spitting out tiny clumps of his cum.
âone more round. need t- to claim these walls before i claim your heart first, baby.â
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Little Miss Wingwoman - LN4
With baby Verstappen-Piquet on the way, Penelope's nanny needs a place to move into as she becomes an almost full time employee of the family. No better place than Lando's spare bedroom, only a few floors down from her job, right?
warnings/notes: none particularly? this might be like five parts or two parts, im not sure yet :D!
Penelope's plan to get her two favorite people to fall in love begins to fall into place.
See, Penelope was smart. Kelly made sure she was creative and book smart while Max made sure she had the confidence to speak her mind. Penelope got all she wanted, within reason, spoiled just enough, worked for what she had to. Danced, played, sang, baked... she was kid, but she was smart. She could do it all herself if she wasn't a huge momma and daddy's girl. (Bonus-daddy's girl? She hadn't worked out the wording on that one yet.)
But, on the busy days, you visited.
Taking a summer gig to nanny in your last years of school, you didn't expect to be placed within the Verstappen-Piquet household. Two days in, you never wanted to leave, and Penelope--so so young back then, had refused to let you go. Now, a few years later, you traveled around with the family when needed. Most of the time, staying back to look over the apartment and the cats while they went around.
You were more so an extra set of hands for Kelly, someone who could run and get groceries before dinner, run Penelope to and from practices or accompany her to weekends with her father (the Kyvat's adored you as well), or someone who could stay back with Penelope for date nights or take her out for nights in.
After a few years of steady rhythm, everything was shaken up with baby Verstappen-Piquet on the horizon. A lot of changes needing to be made to prepare for the child, especially the further along Kelly was getting--appointments and classes and errands. A set of helping hands, especially when Max had to go off for work, was almost necessary.
But it was impossible to find apartments in Monaco on your budget. And with the spare room you had been using turning to a nursery for the little bugger coming along, you didn't have the luxury of sleeping in your employers home much longer.
And so, the hunt began.
Penelope had heard the news from Max, offhandedly mentioning it to Daniel during a padel game. The Australian didn't have space for you, as much as he'd grown to love your presence. A week later, he'd run into Charles while out getting dinner with P, and asked if he or Alexandra knew anywhere while Penelope pretended to be distracted by Leo. A week after that, Kelly had gone out to lunch with a bunch of her friends in the and discussed it openly.
A month in, Lando visited to watch Penelope while Kelly and Max went off to a doctor's appointment. Usually, you would stop by, but you were off on an early holiday vacation with family. The way Lando joked with Max, the easy smile on his lips, the awkward stumbles and laughter through his words... it was just like you could be.
Then, when Max asks, Lando mentions having a spare room he'd have to clean out. And the way Lando smiles when Penelope makes her way over to give him a hug, promising Max he'll keep her in line while the two of them are gone makes an idea flare in Penelope's head.
Lando needed a roommate, and you needed a place to stay. So, obviously, you were an absolutely perfect pair, right? It wasn't a new idea to her, you and Lando had met a few times over the course of the years you'd watched her. Mainly for short moments at whatever grand prix she'd begged you to come to, and the two of you seemed to get along...
And, she thinks you're both single. So, Penelope enacted stage one of her master wing(wo)man plan: getting you to move in with Lando.
While Penelope was scheming, browsing through YouTube for videos full of cutesy RomCom ideas, Lando was saying goodbye to Max and Kelly--wishing them luck, and then shutting the door behind him. He made quick work of sneaking a popcorn bag out of his backpack, popping it in the microwave while he scrolled through the countless movies on their smart TV--finding the perfect one for Penelope to watch.
The girl was engrossed, headphones shoved over her ears, watching a 'my top ten romantic moments in movies' compilation, but the smell of buttery goodness made her lift her head.
Lando smiles, holding out a bowl for her, "Too busy watching that for some old fashioned Disney?"
Glancing to the screen, Frozen 2 was paused on the opening screen, and Penelope tutted, "This came out in 2019."
"But thats like forever ago. Were you even born yet?" Lando smirks and Penelope takes the bowl from him with a scowl, but obliges to sit next to him on the couch, putting her iPad away for now, as Lando started the movie up.
But as Elsa is working to tame the NĂžkk, Penelope lets out a soft sigh. Popcorn gone, and interest ruined. She wants to get back to studying. She has all winter break to make this love story happen, and with Lando and Max possibly going back for testing as early as January 3rd, she needs to act fast.
Lando glances over from where he's been idly answering emails between watching the movie, his own bowl empty. Penelope pouts while watching the movie, and he hums, looking at her.
"You're not even watching the coolest scene," Lando chimed softly, remembering the countless times little Mila would screech at the TV when she was really young. Penelope just huffed again, and he found himself curiously laying his head on his palm, "isn't this your favorite part?"
"No." Penelope deadpans, sighing again and dramatically slides off the couch onto her back and groans. She knows its a bit overkill, but its also Lando. He was a bit dramatic too. Penelope ends up closing her eyes for more drama as Sassy jumps off the couch and sniffs her head before trying to sneak a bite of corn kernels.
Lando reaches out and waves Sassy away, earning him a hiss and a sulk from the bengal as she stalks off to a far corner in the room. He slides the rest of his way out of the chair, hovering by Penelope's side before asking softly,
"What'sa matter, P?"
Penelope blinks open one eye at his approach, muttering, "The horse thing is Yn's favorite part of the movie."
"Yn?" Lando pops down on the floor next to her, pausing the movie on the TV, "is she one of your friends from dance?
"No, Yn is my nanny." Penelope sits up, a mischievous thought entering her mind, "but she doesn't have a place to live, so she's not my nanny now. Because she can't live in Monaco."
"Oh, that's a shame. D'ya miss her?" Lando asks softly and Penelope nods, leaning over to grab her iPad, pulling up a photo of the two of them squished together into the camera. Lando's smile tells Penelope all she needs to know, obviously he's totally in love with her, that's why he's grinning like that.
"That's a cute photo, P." Lando says. Jackpot. Shifting to lay on his stomach, Lando shuts his laptop on the couch and Penelope spends the rest of their three hour time talking non-stop about you to Lando. Practically making you sound like a damn angel rebirthed onto this Earth, shoving photos of you in his face, giggling like a mad man whenever he asks a question.
Penelope makes sure to have him follow your Instagram, grinning like a madwoman when he agrees to do so. When Max and Kelly come back, Lando stays for dinner, where Kelly informs Penelope you'll be visiting for a few days to do some apartment hunting.
Max seems to remember Lando lives alone and asks once more.
"I could clean the room out if she needs it," Lando says a bit more enthusiastically now. Penelope pats herself on the back as he says, "When Yn gets here, she can come over and take a look--just, just--just remind me to clean up. It's a bit messy."
"Wouldn't expect anything less from you, mate." Max grins and Lando sheepishly tries to defend himself while Kelly watches with a small smile, looking over to where Penelope eagerly grins.
A few days later, you fly in to Monaco. When the Verstappen-Piquet family stops by to visit, you greet them with tight hugs. Maneuvering around your big suitcase laying on the floor, you surprise Max and Kelly with a gift of a few baby items as well as some other much needed items for the couple. Namely, a gift card to Penelope's favorite store, which Max prompty hands back to you with the words, "she'd prefer shopping with her older 'sister'" tossed over his shoulder. The two don't stay long, having a flight to catch to the FIA Awards ceremony. So, Penelope stays in your hotel room while Max and Kelly go off, and you give her free reign to do whatever she wishes.
It only takes about ten minutes into you two being alone for Penelope to ask about the apartment search, almost bursting at the seams with a sense of excitement thats rare--even for her.
"Who told you that?" You spin around to poke your head out of the doorway, hands on your hips. You've spent the last twenty minutes trying to organize the tiny bathroom counter to fit most of your cosmetics and other items for the next few weeks you'd be staying here.
"I heard Maxie talking about it." Penelope looks up with big eyes, emphasizing her sad tone, "You aren't gonna live with us anymore?"
Sighing softly, you make your way across the room, sitting down next to a pouting Penelope on the bed, snatching her bottom lip between your fingers and lightly pulling it to make her giggle and roll away as you call, "keep your mouth like that and your face will freeze there forever!"
"It's gonna stay like this because I'm mad!" She groans, forcing back her smile and giggles, and sitting up and crossing her arms. Now overkill pouting to get her point across, "You aren't gonna live with me!"
"P, I don't fit in your place anymore." You sigh softly, laying across the bed and holding out an arm so the child can crawl over to lay against your side, "we gotta make room for the baby."
"We have to change everything for the baby!" Comes the sharp reply you were expecting. Max had warned you Penelope seemed a little snippy recently. While excited to have a little brother or sister, it was obvious Penelope was also feeling left out.
"Penelope," You soothe, rolling onto your side to prop your head up on a hand, "babies are a big change and unlike you and me, they can't take care of themselves. That's why your Momma and Max have to do all these classes, and appointments and everything. They've gotta make sure they're ready for the little thing."
"But the baby isn't even here yet and it's ruining everything!" Penelope laments, curling into your side, "Momma doesn't play anymore, Max is always busy moving stuff around, we haven't even had a movie night recently because Momma's been so tired!"
"I'm sorry, baby." You sigh. Totally unknowingly feeding right into Penelope's carefully laid trap, "you're allowed to be upset, but you have to also understand this is what has to happen."
"Will it go back to normal when the baby gets here?" Penelope looks up and you give her a little shrug, running a hand through her hair,
"Not for a while, baby."
"Can we go back to normal? Even if you don't live with us anymore?" Penelope sits up now, dragging you to join her and you smile, lifting her up to sit right on your lap as you fix up her unruly hair--another sign of Kelly's growing baby bump, the lack of Penelope hair-dos.
"We'll always be the same, and I'm looking at staying nearby. It'll be an adjustment but it won't be awful." You smile, tucking her hair up into a braid, securing it with a little bow at the end, "Wanna go get something to eat? Max gave me back the babysitting allowance card..."
Hook. Line. Sinker.
"Please!" Penelope gasps, standing up off your lap and jumping off the bed to grab her bag. A little stuffed cat Jelly Cat bag you think hearing Lando had snagged on a trip recently for the little girl. It's cute, and Penelope smiles when she sees you eyeing it.
"Lando got me this!" She proudly exclaims, holding it up as you slip on your shoes.
"Yeah?" You ask, walking to the door as Penelope bounces behind you, grinning wide enough her cheeks puff up, "you two seem to get along."
"He's really cool! You guys could be friends," Penelope laments, dragging you out of the hotel room once you have your shoes, jacket, and purse securely fastened for her little rollercoaster of a personality, "He thinks you're pretty."
Which, isn't exactly true, but it makes your face warm enough for Penelope as you step into the chilly air.
"Well, thats very kind of him," is your reply as you turn towards the coastline, hosting Penelope up into your arms so you don't have to worry about the curious five year old scurrying off.
You end up at one of Penelope's favorites, Costadoro Social. The place is downright adorable, and you manage to snag a window table. While you order, Penelope gets out only the best pages from her sticker book for the both of you to put together. Once you're both settled in, sandwiches and drinks (yours a coffee and hers a hot chocolate), the crowd mills out of the building. Leaving you and a somewhat familiar couple off in a corner, a third chair at their table yanked out like it's expecting someone to swing by.
As you two start on some winter scene in this very exact ticker book, Penelope rattles off countless stories to you about the weekend in Abu Dhabi. When she gasps, asking to show you the stickers she gave to Lando, you notice the curly headed man at the other table peeks over before turning to his girlfriend to ask something.
She shrugs, and the bell dings on the entry door. The woman behind the counter cheerily greeting the newcomer as you look down to where Penelope proudly shows you a picture Kelly had taken with her and Lando, showing off his stickers.
"They made him go fast and win," Penelope happily says, settling back in her seat. You nod, of course it was the stickers. Not because Lando was a professional, but Penelope looks smug like she'd been the reason for the McLaren WCC, so you let it slide. It's cute.
A Laufey cover of 'I've Got My Love To Keep Me Warm' begins to play as you pull out your phone to show Penelope your mothers cats back home, as well as some other photos of the short trip back home.
The man at the table stands, walking over, and the motion catches Penelope's watchful eye as the two men give a short hug to one another--wishing happy holidays. You set your phone down, looking over as you sip your drink, and the dimpled smile of one of the men catches your eye.
He's cute.
He turns, as if feeling your gaze, and before you can jerk back he grins widely, "Hey Pen!"
"Lando!" Penelope squeaks, wiggling out of her chair and bounding over to give him a hug. The two share quick pleasantries and an introduction to Lando's friends--Max and Pietra, before Penelope gasps and runs over to you, "Lando, it's Yn!"
You stand at the mention of your name, hustling over with a sheepish smile as Penelope grabs your hand and drags you over like she'll die if she doesn't get the chance to.
"Hi," you squeak, shaking his awaiting hand, "It's nice to meet you, Penelope talks about you a lot."
His cheeks are rosy as you shake his hand, and a tiny grin pokes at Lando's lips as he nods, "she talks about you a lot, too."
"I told you she was pretty!" Penelope chimes, making Max nearly snort out his coffee while Pietra laughs softly. You and Lando are a bit closer to mortified at Penelope's insistence, and you manage to get her to say goodbye so the group can enjoy their lunch together since she does have dance rehearsal soon.
About two hours or so later, you get back to Max and Kelly's post rehearsal. And while Penelope curls up all about tuckered out from running amuck down the shopping districts, learning new ballet moves, and endlessly mentioning Lando like a lovesick teenager, you pull up your phone and scroll through your feed as Penelope fights off a nap.
It's due time for an Instagram post anyways.
liked by maxverstappen, kellypiquet, landonorris, and others...
yourusername: back home for the holidays <3
kellypiquet: the absolute best!
user: YESS YN AND PENELOPE CONTENT WILL RETURN
user2: omg that DRESS i need
‷ yourusername: its an innika choo dress but im not sure if they're even open anymore :( kelly got it for me for my birthday last yr!!
‷ user2: OMG THANK U ill keep an eye out!!!
maxverstappen: so thats why theres beads all over the carpet?
‷ yourusername: i wasnt the cat who decided to try and eat them (jimmy)
‷ maxverstappen: unsurprising
lilymhe: omg !!! we need to meet up! alex and i have been dying to update you on The Lore
‷ yourusername: please!! ive been dying to see you guys again :(!!
user3: SO CUTE!!
user4: i would die to be living ur life yn
landonorris: penelope seems to keep you busy
‷ yourusername: you saw her shenanigans today, it only gets worse
‷ alexalbon: lando what r u doing
‷ landonorris: ???????
‷ maxverstappen: đïž
‷ landonorris: ???!!!!
You're halfway through helping Penelope with wrapping a christmas present for her dance teacher when Max knocks on the doorway. You turn around, standing when he beckons you over.
"How's Kelly?" You ask softly, knowing she's trying to sleep off a bout of morning sickness. Max shrugs, sipping his Red Bull.
"A bit ill, but she seems to be getting better. Penelope's fine?"
You nod, looking back as Penelope crosses her arms and scowls at all the options for the bow she could put on the bag.
"Lando's cleaned his apartment, finally," Max watches Penelope with a soft look, before turning to you and leaning on the wall with a tired yawn. He's still adjusting from the season, and the early sun dipping behind the buildings wasn't helping his sleep cycle.
"You should go over, take a little tour." Max hums, "You deserve a break from watching P all day."
"It's quite literally what you pay me to do, Max." You laugh softly, but with a few more pushes of insistence you finally agree. He shoots Lando a text to let him know you're on your way down as you grab a pair of Uggs you wear indoors, and your keys so you don't get locked out.
The elevator ride down is short, and you walk into the warm hallway to see Lando down the hall peeking out. He smiles at your approach and holds open the door for you.
"Nice to see you again," He chimes as you enter. It's been about a week since you've seen him, now teetering close to Christmas, and you smile at him.
"Nice to see you too, Lando." You hum, and he brings you to the spare room. It's spacious, with a big window that looks over the entire Monaco bay. You're drawn to it like a moth to a flame, it's perfect. Everything you could've dreamed of and more. Lando makes sure to show you the ensuite bathroom and large closet.
Everything feels too good to be true, so you quickly ask, "How much would you want me to pay you in rent?"
"Rent?" Lando pauses in the kitchen where he'd offered to get you a soda from his sparse fridge. He shakes his head, leaning on the counter and taking a sip of his water bottle, "Max told me your budgets quite small. I figured I could pay rent and you could pay like... utility?"
"That's gotta be like a quarter of what you pay for this place, Lando. I have a good amount saved up!" You protest and he shakes his head, a tiny smile on his lips.
"Listen, you're honestly doing me a favor. You probably know how to make a house a proper functioning home. I barely know how to not burn leftovers when I reheat them." He chides himself and you break into a tiny laugh, missing the way his face gets rosy at your giggles, "I need a bit of help making this place look... homey. And Max told me you'd be good at that."
"So I'm helping you learn to adult to pay my rent?" You ask and your bluntness makes Lando flush as he rubs the back of his neck and looks down with a shrug.
"If that's okay..?"
"I mean... I'd like to pay, but if you wanna do it this way, fine... But if I end up staying here for a long time, you have to let me help with rent." You hold a hand out like this will seal the deal and Lando grins, his embarrassment forgotten as he darts over to happily shake your hand. You try to ignore how warm his hands are against your cold ones.
"Welcome home, then--oh! I have a spare key for you!" He tries to flash you a charming smile, but the excited expression taking over just makes his face go through far too many expressions in a row. You can't help but laugh, looking around the bare but clearly well loved apartment.
It could use some work, sure, but thats your job now... you suppose.
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Iâm a Feminist
Franco Colapinto x team principal!Reader
Summary: everyone knows that Franco has a thing for older women, okay ⊠so when his team principal turns out to be a (stupidly attractive) older woman, he canât be held responsible for his actions
Franco sprawls in the chair, arms crossed over his chest like heâs holding court instead of facing an emergency meeting. His grin is wide, cocky even, and wholly unapologetic. Across the desk, you pinch the bridge of your nose, willing patience to come like some kind of divine miracle.
âExplain,â you say, voice flat, your tone giving nothing away. You refuse to let him see how utterly exhausted you already are by this conversation.
âI sneezed,â Franco says with a shrug, âand liked all your pictures. Really, it was â how do you say â an accident.â
You stare. No, you glare. "And commented damn mommy on all of them?â
Franco falters â barely. Thereâs a half-second where his grin wavers, his bravado cracks, but then itâs gone, replaced by another shrug. âI-I have the flu?â
Your exhale is sharp, just shy of a growl. âFranco.â
âWhat?â He leans forward now, feigning innocence. âIs it so bad? You look muy guapa in your photos. Should I not celebrate my team principalâs beauty? This feels sexist, no?â
âSexist?â Your eyebrows climb so high they might leave your face.
âIâm a feminist,â he announces, as if that explains everything.
âDo feminists call their bosses âmommyâ in the comments?â
âOnly the hot ones,â he shoots back without missing a beat, then quickly adds, âJoking! Iâm joking.â
You slam your palms down on the desk, the sound sharp enough to make him flinch, but the smile doesnât leave his face. If anything, it widens. âDo you even understand how unprofessional this is? I have sponsors asking me if Iâve been hacked! The CEO of Dorilton Capital called me himself this morning!â
Francoâs face lights up like youâve just paid him a compliment. âDarren! He likes me. He said I was charming.â
âHe said you were a walking HR violation!â
His grin falters again, but thereâs something annoyingly endearing about how quickly it returns. âWell, at least he talked about me.â
You sink back into your chair and drag a hand through your hair. God, youâre tired. âDo you even know how this looks? You went through every single photo Iâve ever posted. Franco, thatâs-â
âDedicated?â
âObsessive,â you snap. âCreepy. Insane.â
âRomantic,â he offers, leaning back again like heâs just solved a puzzle.
âYou are twenty-one years old!â
âAnd youâre âŠâ He trails off, letting the sentence dangle in the air like bait.
You narrow your eyes. âDonât finish that sentence.â
He smirks. âI was going to say timeless.â
âFranco, enough.â Your voice is sharp enough to cut through his bravado, and for the first time, he looks a little serious. âDo you have any idea what kind of position youâve put me in? If this gets out-â
âIt wonât.â
âIt already has! You didnât think people would notice when every post Iâve made since 2016 suddenly has your username in the likes and comments?â
Franco shrugs. âIâm a fan.â
âA fan?â You throw your hands up. âWhat are you even a fan of? My press conferences? My sponsor meetings? My ability to yell at you when you ruin your tires on lap seventeen?â
His grin returns, this time with a little more sheepishness. âHow sexy you look doing that last one, mostly.â
Your head falls into your hands, and for a moment, thereâs silence. You think â foolishly â that maybe heâs finally run out of things to say.
But no.
âYou never answered my DM,â he says, voice lighter, teasing.
Your head snaps up. âExcuse me?â
âLast week,â he says, tilting his head like itâs the most casual thing in the world. âI sent you a DM. Very respectful. Very sweet.â
âI donât even check my DMs!â
âWell, now Iâm offended.â He places a hand over his heart like heâs genuinely wounded.
âIâm going to lose my job,â you mutter, mostly to yourself.
âDonât be dramatic,â Franco says, waving you off. âYouâre too good to lose your job. Everyone knows that.â
You stare at him, incredulous. âYouâre the one whoâs dramatic! I canât believe Iâm sitting here having this conversation right now.â
âI canât believe youâre not flattered,â he counters, leaning forward again. âI thought women liked grand gestures.â
âGrand gestures?â You bark out a laugh, humorless and sharp. âFranco, this isnât a romantic comedy. You donât win me over by cyberstalking me!â
âCyberstalking?â His mouth falls open, mock-offended. âThatâs harsh, no? I think of it more like ⊠research.â
âResearch?â
âSĂ. Iâm just a very dedicated employee.â
âDedicated?â Your laugh this time is louder, more incredulous. âI swear to God-â
âWould it help if I apologized?â He interrupts, holding his hands up like heâs surrendering.
âYes,â you say immediately.
He doesnât. Instead, he tilts his head, watching you in that unnervingly focused way he sometimes has, the one that makes you feel like heâs cataloging every detail of your expression. âYou wouldnât believe me, though. Even if I apologized, youâd think I was lying.â
âBecause you would be lying.â
âTouchĂ©.â He grins again, but this time itâs softer, less of a weapon and more of a shield. âOkay, so maybe Iâm not sorry. But I didnât mean to cause problems for you.â
âCouldâve fooled me,â you mutter.
âI mean it,â he says, and for the first time, thereâs something like sincerity in his voice. âI thought it was funny. I didnât think-â
âThatâs the problem, Franco. You didnât think.â
Thereâs a beat of silence. For a second, you think youâve finally gotten through to him. His expression shifts, the grin fading into something that almost looks like remorse.
Then he says, âBut if I had thought about it, youâd still be mad, so really, why bother?â
âFranco!â
He laughs, bright and unrepentant. âOkay, okay. Iâll stop. I promise. No more liking your pictures, no more comments, no more DMs. Contenta?â
You eye him warily. âYou swear?â
âOn my life.â
âFranco.â
âOn my seat,â he amends, holding a hand to his chest.
You sigh, long and heavy, but you nod. âFine. Just â keep your head down for a while, okay? Donât give anyone else a reason to call me about this.â
He stands, smoothing his shirt with exaggerated care. âAnything for you ⊠mommy.â
âAnd donât call me âmommy,ââ you snap as he heads for the door.
He pauses, hand on the handle, and glances back over his shoulder, smirk firmly in place. âNot even in private?â
âFranco!â
Heâs laughing as he leaves, the sound echoing in the hallway long after the door closes behind him. You sink back into your chair, exhausted, and wonder â not for the first time âif this job is going to kill you.
And if it does, you think grimly, itâll probably be Franco Colapintoâs fault.
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skincare with blue collar simon riley, you know that if you hadn't noticed, he wouldn't have said a word, just as he wouldn't have seen it himself, but you're lucky enough to notice the clogged, almost darkened pores on his face and gradually forming pimples, as well as blemishes from the old ones because of all the dirt that gets on his face.
all his skincare is water, not even a bar of soap, and not only was his skin quite sensitive before, his work did not leave him a chance for self care at all, unlike you, with a good set of jars to moisturize and keep the skin in order, in case something goes wrong, and you needed them, your hands fully armed, as soon as simon got home.
you dragged him into the bathroom almost from the doorstep, forcing him to throw off his work uniform and climb into the already prepared, warm bath with fragrant foam, which you prepared a couple of minutes before his arrival, since simon has a habit of texting you once he gets on his way back home, and he will not refuse a few minutes of rest in the bath, especially when his darling drags him there.
of course, it takes more time, wiping off the excess dirt from his rough skin, which has crept under both his clothes and nails, relaxing simon by rubbing the washcloth against him in a circular motion, over his tense, broad shoulders, down his wide, meaty biceps, to the scarred chest, padded with a good layer of fat, his pale eyelashes quivering, tired eyes closed, letting you do your thing, especially when you get to work on his hair.
unkempt, locks outgrown and sticking from side to side haphazardly, a little coarse under your fingers as you rake your nails up and down his nape, wetting the top of his head before squeezing a couple of drops of shampoo into the palm of your hand, starting to wash his hair, pressing your fingers into his scalp, causing simon to make sounds almost similar to the loud purrs of a loving cat, tilting his neck back.
taking care of his face passes without any complaints, he obediently puts his face on your palms, practically burying his nose in them, enjoying a couple of warm kisses with an almost sleepy smile, all while you apply facial foam to his skin, stroking and then washing away with wet palms, cleansing his face before gently sticking black pore strips on his nose, warning that the removal process can be unpleasant.
simon doesn't care as long as you do it, pampering him after a hard day of work, continuing to massage his neck and then shoulders while waiting couple of minutes before you'll need to remove the strips away, maybe then you will join him, and he will definitely take care of you too, for example, cook dinner while you rest, tucked in the warm bed.
after being spread on his fat, girthy cock, clutched tight inside your pulsing walls, your moans breathy and silenced by the needy, insatiable kisses, each one biting and messy against your lips, as you hiccup, the thick tip of his head rutting in the same spot over and over, making you gush and claw at simon's wrists weakly, his hands busy palming at your breasts with pleased hums.
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simon taking gooddd care of his sweet dollie after a night out đ
he sets you down softly, letting your weight dip into the mattress. heâd been ravishing you up with his eyes all night, soaking up your sweet appearance as if heâd never laid his eyes upon your angelic look, as if the band strapped âround his finger didnât tie him to you.
his fingers nimbly work the straps of your heels, theyâd rubbed your ankles raw all night. there was evidence of it, as he slowly pulled them off your feet, your swollen joints and muscles red and inflamed.
âpoor girl,â he murmured looking up at you from his knees at your feet. he was beautiful from this angle, eyes glowing up at you sweet and sincere, hands slowly kneading at your feet, your ankles. âwanna make you feel better.â
and he put his attention in your swelled up limbs, dipping his thumbs into the arch of your foot to dig the knots away. you couldnât help but breathe out in relief, head rolling back as you succumbed to his massage.
âfeels good, si, thank you, baby,â you sighed out, voice tipping just an octave higher bordering a sweet whine. everything tonight seemed to have simon on edge, balls drawing up just at your pretty voice.
thatâs when his hands slid higher to grope at your calves. pressing the edges of his fingers into the fatty muscle. he couldnât get his hands off you, his eyes. it was like he under some love-drunk spell, utterly raptured by you.
his lips met your knee, the soft pillows kissing at the smooth skin with an almost fervor. he wanted to soak in you, bathe in your sweetness for all of eternity.
your attention fell down to him, lip tucked gently between your pearly teeth. and when his lashes batted, pupils meeting yours, you knew what he wanted. you could see the desperation dancing around his expression.
so you slowly granted him, spreading your legs apart for him to get a sweeeet look under your dress, the smooth silk laying amongst the sheets cinematically.
his hands were suddenly lurching forward, weight tipping forward onto his knees as his tongue slid up the inside of your thigh, a slight redness welting the skin from the chafing.
and when his mouth hung open over your panties, breathing hot over the material, enough just to seep through the thin lace, he breathed you in and exhaled his thank youâs.
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PRETTY KITTY TURNS PRETTY HORNY .á FT SATORU GOJO
synopsis - finally you decided to adopt a new friend at the adoption centre! only, he wants to be more that friendsâŠ
warnings - p in v, brief oral sex (fem receiving) unprotected sex, slight manipulation(?) creampie, shitty smut, petname: master used mockingly, not thoroughly proofread, talk of potential children, lowk masochist gojo, ect ect. fem reader
notes - yay I finally got this out! lol it honestly did get a bit sloppy at the end but I wanted to get this out b4 christmas!enjoy! the smut is lowkey short but I donât want to fix it..
edit - I just realised I posted this on his death date
Phew, you did it.
You finally grew a pair and adopted a newly rescued snow-leopard hybrid! After months of your self-pitying you managed to convince yourself to adopt a friend!
You spent many, many hours contemplating on whether to actually adopt. And many hours more watching sad videos on hybrids, how mistreated they are out of the adoption centre.
That was more than enough to convince you.
Now you have an exotic hybrid of your own! And heâs just the cutest littleâer big thing! Heâs got fluffy little ears, a handsome face, striking blue eyes, and the fluffiest tail in the world!
Youâve learnt a lot about him. His name is Satoru Gojo, around the same age as you! Unfortunately, he spent a lot of his life in illegal fighting rings. Poor thing almost got killed a while back. Luckily, his caretakers at the agency have had no aggression problems with him! Heâs affectionate, friendly, reckless at times, but overall great to have as a first time owner!
Heâs reallyâreally big. His head just about reaches the ceiling of your small apartment. It's gonna be hard finding clothes for the man. Let alone a bed.
But thatâs all a problem for future you!
Packing him in the car was a hefty thing, his tallness being the main problem, a little cramped (he had to lay half his body on the floor) but it worked in the end!
As soon as you bought the littleâuh, big critter home, you pampered him with affections. Petting his head, rubbing his ears, scratching under his chin all that stuff that makes him mushy in the brain!
The only problem would be leaving him alone⊠heâs fairly clingy. Youâll just have to work on that. He seems capable enough. HopefullyâŠ
Note to self: get a baby cam.
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Maybe this was a mistake.
Satoruâs a really good guy, heâs friendly, definitely affectionate and really clingy. All good qualities that you love about him!
But, there are qualities you come to⊠dislike, so to say.
Heâs bratty. defiant against your house rules, a back-talker.
He always wants attention. Pushing things off counters or using his tail to block your eyes whenever he wants to annoy you.
Heâs very manipulative. Using his wide eyes to trick youâor anyoneâinto giving him sweets!
Heâs also unbearably horny, probably his worst trait. Always trying to rub against you, heck even mount you! For someone so angelic-looking, he sure ainât an angel.
And you can name a couple of⊠embarrassing incidents.
Incident #1
âHeyâToru! What are you doing, stop that!â You shout, trying to push him back and away fromâ wait, are those your panties he has in your mouth!
âSatoru! Bad boy, get those out of your mouth!â You splutter, face flushing red.
But, apparently you adopted the devil.
He tilts his head in an innocent way, ears flopping to the side as he deviously munches on your preciousâand very expensiveâunderwear.
You try to wrestle them away from his maw, unlucky for you, youâve also adopted an abnormally tall hybrid. His innocent act drops as he dangles them above your head, laughing at your embarrassment.
Of course, he gave it back. Not without it slicked in his spit and now turned crotchless.
It was⊠not a great moment for you or your hopes of being dominant over him.
Incident #2
Itâs a nice sunny morning, you got up earlier than your alarm, made a nice breakfast, and finally got that darned work assignment finished.
A peaceful day.
Until your precious kitty takes his biting urges on you.
âSatoru, do-donât bite meee!â You whine, once again trying to push away the snarky beast. God, why must he be twice your size.
He chuffs, pining you with his weight as he nibbles at your skin. Tail swaying mischievously behind him.
âMnâbe still, lemme jusââŠâ He whispers. Devious man he is. His nibbling becomes full-blown bites, decorating your neck and collarbone in a bazillion bite marks.
Satoru only giggles at your pathetic attempts of squirming away. Pfft, you think heâll let you walk away? Nothing gets away from his keen eyes.
Needless to say, the bite marks were not a fashion statement at work. Didnât really capture as many complements as it did laughter.
Note to self: Invest in a muzzle.
Incident #3
Now, maybe this is your fault. You did notice the change in behaviour, heâs always been clingyâ the staff at the agency did say he was⊠the possessive type. But! You didnât notice the possessiveness until now! So itâs not entirely your fault.
Okay, maybe his growling at your friendâ male, should you noteâ was a teensy red flag, the constant butting of his head against you was also alerting you. So you maybe-sorta-shouldâve predicted this.
Maybe if you realised that Satoru is not entirely human (even though he acts like it), you wouldâve remembered he has an amazing sense of smell.
âaaahnn⊠morninâ Toruâ, how did you sleep hm?â you yawn. The lack of response is unnerving, and rude.
âHey now, tsâ not nice to ignore me, Satoru.â Again silence, waitâwhat the-?
âOof! Satoruâgah!âget off!â You struggle, your overgrown hybrid kitty has decided to pounce on you, his full weight crushing you.
âH-heyâoh!â Did.. did you feel that correctly, is your boy.. oh gosh.
âMrrowâŠmn, you smell sâ good.â His breath is hot against your neck, sniffing at your throat, his fuzzy ears rubbing under your chin.
âMnhâheat, in heat? mrr..â He purrs, big hands encasing yours as the big idiot rocks his hips against your backsideâ oh my.
âH-huh? No, down Satoru! Bad boyâooh!âdon-donât!â You try not to moan out as he ruts against you. Licking at the nape of your neck, almost mockingly.
âHehâ shh, Iâll take care of ya. Awâ youâre so small compared to me..â Satoru breathes, chuckling like he always does.
âŠ
Lets just say, Satoru has become real good friends with the spray bottle.
Note to self: Get him neutered.
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And there are way more incidents as⊠sexual as these ones. You love the big guy, heâs cuddly, got a fuzzy head, really warm, but he seems to really enjoy mounting you. Like, really badly.
Heâs become a menace! I mean, you knew he wasnât neutered, but you didnât think heâd be interested in you!
It's almost everyday he tries to get in your pants! Gotta hand it to him, heâs really persistent.
Well, you wonât be taking any of his nonsense today!
âSatoru! Breakfast!â You yell out. You hear him scurrying around the corner, jeez food fein.
âHeh, mm waffles..â He purrs at your feet, nuzzling against the back of your knee.
He wraps his tail around your ankle, hands gently kneading at your leg. Nose twitching at the sugary smells.
âYou hungry, sweetie?â You coo, petting the big oafs head.
Awh, maybe youâre being too harsh on him. Heâs your baby, he doesnât know any better!
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Oh who were you kidding, of course he knows what heâs doing! Why are you so gullible?
What was supposed to be a nice, calm, peaceful, non-sexual breakfast, ends up with your mischievous kitty munching on your pussy instead!
Heâs got your legs up, knees having small-talk to your shoulders whilst he âquite literallyâ devours you.
âSatoruuu!â donât do thaah! Oh!â You squeak. You weakly push on his head, trying to get him away from your front.
Unfortunately, Satoru is a determined cat.
âMnn, be still. Mâ hungry.â He purrs between your legs, the vibrations of his voice send tingles up your spine.
For Satoru, that delicious nectar leaking out of you is heavenly. Until this thin, pathetic piece of fabric ruins his meal. If only he could justâŠ
rripp!
âH-huh? Sâtoru! Those were expensiveeeâ haa!â You scold. well, try to. Itâs hard to speak when youâre literally breathless.
He tongues at your now naked pussy, slurping all that gooey goodness you so graciously produce. So sweet.
He pulls back, your cunt and his mouth connected by a sloppy string of spit. He cooâs and presses a kiss hard against your clit, making you twitch and moan.
Out of the corner of your eye you see the devil incarnate smiling so sweetly, his tail curling around your ankle. What was once a sweet gesture is now no longer reassuring.
Your âinnocentâ kitty now has free rein to your more⊠primal parts. The stronger scent pulls on Satoruâs will, he whines at the sudden, yet aggressive urge to bury himself inside you.
Hmm maybe he should.
Hoisting himself up, Satoru leans back on his calves, admiring the little mess heâs made of you. Flushed red, panting, drooling, and completely high on the pleasure. His pants tighten.
Heâs been blessed with such a cute owner!
ËËË â ËËË
Plap! Plap! Plap!
âHaaâ dâaww donât be so shy, master. Hehâfhuck!â Said the devil incarnate, mockingly.
Satoru is a condescending bunch, cute but really full of himself. Itâs shows in his way of fucking.
He has you on your back, legs resting on his broad shoulders as he literally folds you in half. Your head is just reeling, your face is covered in his spit, hairline all sweaty, jaw hanging open, and you're burning all over!
His cock is big, too big. It nearly split you in half when he tried to fit it in. Heâs never been a patient kitty.
âAwhhhâ masterrrr, youâre tighteninâ up shoâ muchhhâŠâ He purrs. Tail swaying mockingly.
Leaning forward, Satoru nuzzles his ears against your cheek, wanting to be pet.
Unfortunately, youâre incoherent to his requests. Too focused on the harsh rutting of his cock into your sticky cunt.
âHeyyy⊠pet meee,â He whines, âHm? Hehâ tappinâ out already?â His eyes gleam with mischievous-ness as he grins a toothy grin. Youâre not gonna make it out alive.
He bites his lip, giggling at your pleasured face. If only he could take a picture, save this moment forever. He cups your face, caressing your sweaty cheeks, then presses a loving kiss to your lips.
âMwah! Heheâ youâre so cute,â He whispers against your lips.
In midst of this somewhat sweet moment, the pace of Satoru rolling his hips against you increases. Then turning into him full on slamming his hips into yours, huffing as he focuses on pounding you into next week.
All you can do is grip onto him, tugging on his ears. He moans pornographically, drooling as you harshly grip his sensitive ears. The painful yet pleasant sensation sparks something new in Satoru.
With the intent to breed, Satoru turns you over. His chest to your back as he leans his weight on you, arms wrapping tightly around your sweaty skin.
This new position gives Satoru a better chance at giving you some cute mini himâs!
âOh! Oh!âToruuuâ!â You squeal, tears now brimming in your eyes at the overwhelming feeling that is undoubtedly him.
Without warning, you cum. Hole clenching and spasming and coating his lower body in a translucent liquid.
âHmâhahâ I knew you wanâahnâwanted me!â He mewls, quickly pounding in and out, creating a wet âschlick!â sound.
Oh youâre so perverted! Letting your precious kitty take you like this!
Youâll never live this down.
Satoru doesnât seem to care.
âOoohâ mâ cumming, nngâ masterrr!â He moans, non-stop humping into your creamy pussy, drooling all over you.
âNotânot insideee! Toruâ!â You cry out, pushing your hips back to get him off of you, it does the opposite.
His tail wraps around your thigh as he cums. It splurts frantically inside of you, his cock twitching violently as he whines in pleasure.
Itâs hot, sticky and definitely a thick load. It feels endless, liquidy rope after rope. But it feels so refreshing.
He pulls out (you didnât think he would), nuzzling and purring at the nape of your neck. Innocently licking at your tear-stricken cheeks.
âŠ
Itâs been so long since you last experienced this pleasure.
Youâll definitely regret this later.
ËËË â ËËË
Oh god, why did you do that!
Having sex with a hybrid is just a different type of low, even for you!
Oh jeez, you're just as perverted as him! Oh whywhywhywhy! He was just supposed to be a companion! Not aâ
âMrr, pet meee..â Satoru whines, pawning at your chest. Heâs back to his old self again.
Mostly. Heâs become more⊠confident in his abilities over you. Letâs just say after your regrettable (not in his eyes) playtime with him, he has no restraint on mounting you now. The idiots even started humping you in public!
Which is why youâve been leaving him at home.
Now more than ever, you two spend a lot of time together. Mostly consisting of naps, him licking you, more naps, eating⊠recreational activities, blah blah blah. He now sleeps on your bed, heâs more like an overstayed one night stand than an exotic cat.
At Least heâs extra cuddly!
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pretty and pierced -> ln4
this came to me in a dream, 18+ also, written in all lowercase, sorry
piercer!lando who you meet on a night out with friends. you're in a crowded club, dancing with your friends when one of them tugs on your arm.
"girl!" gerry, your best friend, screams at you over the loud music. "hottie alert! and he's been looking at you like he wants to eat you!" she giggles, pointing her finger and you follow it, your eyes landing on lando.
he's standing near the bar, talking with a few friends, but his eyes are glued on you. the second he notices you looking at him, he smirks, raising his hands to wave his fingers at you before beckoning you over.
gerry practically screams into your ear, already a bit drunk from all the shots she had, and grips your arm. "you have to go!" she tells you, shaking your shoulders before her arms slip down to your top, pulling it a bit lower to expose more of your cleavage.
she gives you a sultry look before pushing you into the crowd and towards the bar. "have fun!" she calls out before you're too far away to hear her from the music.
you laugh to yourself as you make you way over to the bar, where lando's standing and watching you approach with hungry eyes.
'hi!' he smiles, speaking when you're finally near enough to be able to even remotely hear him over the loud songs blaring from the speakers. "I'm lando."
you smile back at him, "y/n."
"y/n," he repeats, your name rolling off his tongue, sounding sweeter than honey. "pretty name for a pretty girl," he says, a laugh slipping past his lips when you blush. "let me buy you a drink."
you're a few drinks deep, giggling at his cheesy jokes when a half rational thought crosses your mind. "so, what do you do, lando?"
he grins, running a hand trough his curls. "I own a small tattoo and piercing studio," he says and you squeal with delight.
"really?!" you ask, grabbing onto his arm, your fruity cocktail pushed to the side. "I always wanted to get a piercing!"
"really?" lando echoes, his tone slightly teasing. "what kind?"
your cheeks burn, eyes dropping a bit lower as you suddenly get shy, and he can't help but be amused. his fingers sneak under your chin, lifting it up so you meet his eyes. "come on now, princess, don't go all shy on me. what piercing do you want?"
you don't know if it's possible to blush anymore but you certainly do. "I always wanted to get my nipples pierced," you murmur, but lando catches it, his eyes gleaming. "even got an appointment once, but I chickened out last minute."
a smirk spreads on his lips, and there's a look you can't quiet place in his eyes. "how about I do them for you?" he offers, and you nearly choke on your own saliva. "on the house."
"oh - I couldn't possibly -" you begin to protest, but he cuts you off.
"why not, princess?" he asks, "I'm offering, aren't I?" his eyes follow the curve of your body, greedily staring at your chest. "and don't you worry, I'll be gentle."
you have to bite your lip to force yourself not to whimper, paddling deeper into an unknown territory with him.
"so what do you say?" he asks and your eyes widen when you catch the implication.
"you mean now?"
"why the hell not?"
after a second of overthinking you grab your glass, downing the rest of the fruity drink in one go before looking back at him, nodding your head. "you know what? why the hell not!"
and that's the story of how you ended up in lando's tattoo studio that night. the place was closed, and a bit cold if you were being honest. you awkward sat on the tattoo bed as lando gathered all the necessary stuff.
"you change your mind yet princess?" he teased, making sure all the needles were sterilized.
you laughed, pressing your palms down on the leather of the bed. "I might if you keep being so slow!" you teased back and he laughed.
"well all done now," he said, approaching you with a metal tray. "you might wanna ..." he gestured to your top, "I still haven't mastered piercing over clothes."
you giggled, still feeling a bit tipsy from all the previous drinks, your nerves easing up a little. you reaches for the hem of your top, grabbing it with both hands and pulling it over your head. after a second of hesitation you unclasped your bra, putting it next to your shirt.
lando groaned, taking in the sight of your naked chest, nipples pebbled and erect from the chilly air in the studio. he reached out for you, hands cupping your tits, groping them greedily. "you ready?"
"yes" you said, a sigh falling past your lips as his hands groped you.
lando lifted up the needle and you tensed, awaiting the pain. instead he leaned forward, lips closing around one of your nipples and sucking, making you whine at the sensation.
"what are you -" you couldn't finish, whining when his teeth nipped at your nipple, as the same time you felt a short painful sensation in your other nipple, head snapping to look and your eyes zeroed in on the needle piercing your nipple.
you exhaled a breath and lando pulled away, grinning up at you wickedly. "didn't even feel it, did you princess?"
you shook your head, feeling your cheeks burn. lando laughed, inserting the piercing and adjusting it so it wasn't too tight. he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your nipple, making your body twitch.
"looks good," he said, preparing for the other nipple.
one of his hands cupped your other breast, squeezing once before he let his fingers trace around your pebbled nipple. you held you breath as his fingers pinched the nipple, distracting you enough to not notice the needle, just like the last time, until he was already done.
"holy shit," you breathed out as he adjusted the second piercing, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the freshly pierced nipple.
he pulled away, his hungry eyes focused on your tits. "they suit you well, princess." he purred, his hands cupping your tits.
suddenly he pulled away completely, taking off his gloves and approaching the counter, searching around for a bit before pulling out a piece of paper and a pen. he scribbled something quickly before returning to your side.
"don't put the bra on," he said when you reached for the undergarment. "let it breathe a bit, wear only the top." he grabbed the bra away, a mischievous look on his face. "and I'll keep this."
you obeyed, putting on your top. lando handed you the piece of paper and you looked at the number written on it. he must have seen the confusion on your face because he quickly clarified.
"that's my personal number," he purred, smiling at you. "the healing takes about 6 to 8 weeks, you should send me updates, picture updates, so I can make sure everything is healing well."
"oh, is that so?" you teased back, finally finding your voice again.
"oh yes!" he nodded, "I take very serious care, have to make sure everything is alright, and I gotta be able to see it to confirm it."
he walked you over to the door, lingering a bit as his eyes slid over your body. with a last surge of confidence he leaned forward and pressed a short teasing kiss to your lips, pulling away to leave you wanting more.
"and if you want any more piercing, you know where I am."
please give this one some love (likes and reblogs) it's my crazy baby also I'm thinking reader gets a clit piercing next but idk!!
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I canât stop thinking about bratty princess reader x bodyguards 141
Something something your life is ruined now that your father has hired four broody body guards to be with you at all times. They usually rotate shifts, one staying with you at all times.
Sometimes events call for three of them or all of them. So when itâs time for a royal ball and three of them are needed, Simon opts to sit this one out in hopes to avoid the uncomfortable socialization.
After the ball, John stays at the palace with you and Kyle and Johnny join Simon back at their residence. Simon is absolutely baffled when the boys donât shut up about how bratty you were and the major attitude adjustment you need.
Talking about how you refused to follow directions, even when they were for your safety. Refused to buckle up in the car and struggled so much that Johnny had to hold you down while Kyle buckled you up. Pouting the rest of the way home. Refused to eat dinner at the ball and insisted they stop at a drive through even though that wasnât on your itinerary. Threatening to get them fired if they donât take you.
The boys go on and on about your behavior and Simon just listens, dumbfounded.
âWhatâs that face for Riley? She even worse with you?â Johnny asks with a frustrated tone.
Simon shakes his head. âNo attitude for me.â
The boys both start laughing. Thereâs no way thatâs true. Youâre truly a spoiled rotten brat, they think. Thereâs no way that heâs serious.
They never believe him until thereâs an event that calls for all four of them. Simonâs with you at the palace while you get ready. The three boys pull up out front ready for you to join.
They watch as you walk nicely to the car and climb into the middle settling in next to Johnny. Simon climbs in after you. The boys are ready for the battle of asking you to buckle up.
âBuckle, princessâ Simon grumbles.
âYes, Mr. Riley.â The car goes silent. Johnny and Kyle look like their eyes are about to pop out of their head. John doesnât miss the way your cheeks blushed red.
The car ride is silent. The boys are too shocked to say anything. Since when did you have manners and the ability to follow instructions? John drives with a grin on his face. Simon is unphased as you rest your head on his shoulder.
At the event, you are on your best behavior. You eat your food, move when instructed to move, and smile the whole time. The boys are genuinely so shocked at this new side of you. They watch in awe as Simon approaches you and the ever present feisty look is no where to be found.
âReady to go?â Simon asks softly.
âCan we please stay a little longer?â You ask so kindly. Simon nods and finds his protective position.
âDid she just say please?â Johnny asked exasperated.
âShe doesnât even know what that word means!?!?â Kyle is just as shocked. John just chuckles and shakes his head.
They then watch as minutes pass and you gently tap Simon and tell him you are ready to leave.
When you get to the car, Johnny decides to put this to the test. Simon gets you in the car and closes the door to talk to the event staff before leaving.
âBuckle up sweetheart.â Johnny instructs.
You give him a polite nod and buckle up quickly. John lets out a chuckle and before Johnny canât say anything before Simon is joining them in the car. âBloody hell.â is all that is heard as the car falls silent.
On the way home, you lean over the Simon and ask if you could stop for ice cream. He replies with a simple âNo, princessâ and is met with no reaction from you. A slight nod and your head falls back against his shoulder.
Kyle is about to lose it. You threatening to get them fired if they didnât take you through the drive through the other day. What the fuck has Simon done to you??
Something something and now itâs the end of the night. Simon has got you settled into bed and walks into the castle living room to review how tonight went with the security team.
âWhat the fuck did you do to her?â Johnny and Kyle stare at him as if heâs accomplished the impossible.
âTold ya, no attitude with me.â
John chuckles and pats Simon on the back as he grins.
A/n: is this dumb?? Itâs been eating my brain for a four hour car ride đđ
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Exchange Part 5: Crave
~6k words, kinda brainless smut, mostly Jennie anal
It was so crowded tonight that it was almost impossible to breathe, let alone move. Since word spread that all four Blackpink members were going, it appeared that half the industry was keen on attending. Unfortunately for you, this made it nearly impossible to track down Jennie's whereabouts. You were on the verge of giving up when you felt someone's arms around you from behind.
âWhere the fuck have you been?â
That accent was one youâd never have an issue recognizing. âRosie!â you smiled, turning around to face her. âWhereâs Jennie?â
âI thought she was with you!â she shouted over the blaring music. âCome with me, I canât hear shit here!â
With that, you took her hand and followed her to a booth on the side. Without hesitation, the occupants stood up to offer their seats which you and RosĂ© accepted. âStay,â RosĂ© instructed one of the men who was sitting on the side before she turned to face you. âSo just to be clear, no blowjob from Jennie yet?â RosĂ© asked bluntly, making the guy sitting on the far side of the booth perk up.
âNo, I was looking for where you two went.â
âPerfect, me first,â RosĂ© pushed you back against the cushions and began tying up her hair. She pulled out her phone and tossed it to the guy sitting in your booth. âPut your number in there, youâre my witness in case I need it,â she told him before turning her attention back to you and bending over your lap.
âRosie what are you doing?â
âWhat does it look like?â she laughed as she unbuckled your belt. âDo me a favor and pull the curtain, I donât do free shows.â
âWe could go somewhere more private,â you suggested as blood began flowing between your legs. âDonât each of you have your own rooms this time?â
âNah, this is fine, thereâs enough cover with the curtain up,â she shot down the suggestion as she freed your cock from your pants. âPlus I need my friend here to witness this just in case.â
The man waved at you with an awkward smile.
âHey,â you nodded back at him as you got comfortable with RosĂ©âs hand around your shaft. âWhat the hell are you talking about Rosie?â
âJust a stupid game that you donât have to worry about,â RosĂ© dismissed your question while stroking your cock to life before turning to the man. âScoot over, you should also get to enjoy this.â
âOh okay,â he stammered, sliding over in the booth so that he was sitting next to RosĂ© before placing her phone on the table. âWhat should I do?â
âCan you take your dick out for me?â RosĂ© asked innocently, her voice sweet as sugar, as if she was making a completely normal request. She watched the man fumble with his pants before lowering them and freeing his cock. âIs it okay if I touch you?â
âY-Yes, absolutely!â the man gasped as RosĂ© wasted no time and grabbed his shaft.
âJust give me a warning when youâre about to finish, thatâs all I ask,â RosĂ© whispered as her fingers toyed at the manâs cock. âCan you do that for me?â
âYeah, of course,â he moaned as RosĂ© began gently stroking him.
âGood boy,â she smirked before turning to you again. âAnd as for you, no warning. Surprise me, hold my dirty mouth down on your cock and cum all over my tongue,â she moaned before letting a glob of her spit fall from her lips onto your tip.
âWhatever your heart desires Rosie,â you sighed as her mouth finally made contact with your cock. âFuck thatâs nice.â
âMmmhmmm,â RosĂ© gagged as she worked your cock with her lips.
She bobbed her head up and down your cock a few times, making sure to thoroughly coat your shaft with her saliva, before pausing with her mouth held firmly on your tip. Then, she started stroking your shaft with her hand, gripping firmly and twisting her fingers slightly with each stroke.
âFuck Rosie, yes,â you moaned, placing your hand on the back of her head and closing your eyes.Â
Your moans were her motivation and she squeezed just a bit harder with her fingers while using her mouth to suck on your tip. Her tongue began flicking at your frenulum, working its way to the head and swirling around it. Your cock was throbbing inside the warmth of RosĂ©âs mouth, ready to explode already.
Just not yet, you couldnât do that to her. You shut your eyes tighter, mentally blocking out the blaring music, ignoring the sound of RosĂ© jerking off another man next to you, you let RosĂ©âs wet and warm mouth become the only sensation in your world. Then, right when she started pushing her lips further down your shaft, you felt this overwhelming urge to go deeper.
With that, RosĂ© began gagging on your cock as you pushed down on the back of her head, pressing her nose all the way down against your crotch. With your cock fully embedded in her neck, you started pumping your hips upwards. You opened your eyes to see RosĂ©âs body was fully tensed, a sight to behold truly.
The hand she once had on your cock was now placed firmly on your thigh, pressing into your skin, while her other hand was no longer stroking her guest, instead it was tightly holding onto the table, her knuckles burning white. At this point you werenât entirely sure how RosĂ© was holding up, but she made no efforts to back away.
So with that, you went all out. Bringing your other hand to RosĂ©âs head as well, you started grunting involuntarily as you pushed your cock as hard and fast into her mouth as you could. You went on for two minutes straight, not stopping at all, giving her no break, until you felt you were about to finish. Two minutes of pure heaven, two minutes of face fucking RosĂ©âs mouth, thatâs all you could manage.
As per her request, right when you felt your cock ready to blow, you pressed RosĂ©âs head as far down as you could. She was a good sport about it, desperately trying to jab at your tip with her tongue right until you began unloading, painting the inside of her mouth. You didnât ease up until you felt the last of your cum enter her mouth, at which point you finally let go of her head.
RosĂ© immediately started coughing, spitting some of your cum out into her hand. âThereâs so much,â she croaked, looking up at you with her eyes watery. Then, before you could say anything, she scooped it all back into her mouth, shutting her eyes before swallowing.
âYouâre so fucking hot,â you moaned as she started wiping her eyes dry.
âThank you,â she smirked before picking up her phone. âFucks sake, you completely ruined my makeup already.â
âMy bad,â you chuckled as you pulled your pants back up. âGuess I got excited. You still look beautiful though.â
âYeah no shit? My throat is burning,â RosĂ© whined as she tried to wipe her smudged mascara off. âBut thank you again, just do me one more favor.â
âAnything for you after that.â
âIf you find Jennie, send her up to my room.â
âSure,â you agreed. âIs everything alright?â
âFucking perfect,â RosĂ© put down her phone and turned to you with the brightest smile imaginable. âWe had a little bet over you, and I just won.â
âA bet? I feel used,â you feigned annoyance. âHow could you do such a thing?â
âYou feel used? Excuse me?â RosĂ© burst out laughing. âWhat about my poor throat?â
âYou have a point,â you laughed before inhaling sharply as RosĂ© bent over and gave your sensitive tip a few final licks, sucking on any remaining cum. âFucking hell, someoneâs horny tonight. Iâll be seeing more of you later, I hope?â
âYou have no idea how badly Iâve needed this night, and you also know where my room is, Iâll be up there for a bit with my new friend. Youâre of course welcome to join me whenever you fancy,â RosĂ© leaned forward and kissed your cheek before standing up and holding her hand out for the man. âCome.â
The two of them left for the elevators, the man barely being able to hide his excitement as he skipped alongside Rosé, leaving you alone and looking for Jennie. It was a pleasant surprise when you found her within minutes despite how packed the club was tonight - you just had to follow the biggest crowd.
There she was, on her knees wearing nothing but some skimpy panties in the middle of a circle of men, shoving her pussy against some guyâs face while half the crowd jerked off. As soon as she saw you, her face lit up and she ran over towards you, ignoring the whines of the men who just lost their entertainment.
âI found you!â she slurred as she jumped onto you, pressing her bare tits against your face.
âYou did, good job,â you grabbed Jennie by her ass, holding her up. âWhereâs the rest of your clothes?â
âI donât know!â she replied cheerily, smiling at you as she leaned back. âDo you like my tits?â
She was drunk as hell, you thought to yourself as you carefully lowered her. âYeah, theyâre lovely,â you smiled back, giving them a quick squeeze before looking around for her clothes. âOh,â you flinched as Jennie shoved a glass into your hand, spilling half of the contents onto your shirt.
âDrink with me!â she held her own glass up happily.
âAlright, but weâre taking a break after this one,â you replied, clinking your glass against hers and downing the half of the shot that didnât make it onto your shirt. âNow give me that and come with me,â you took her glass from her and grabbed her hand, guiding her away from the crowd.
âOne more drink,â she giggled, clearly enjoying herself a bit too much.
âWe will, but first letâs find somewhere quieter, okay?â you bargained with her, pulling her hand.
âWhy? Iâm having fun!â she swatted away your hand playfully.
âWeâll have more fun still, but I need you to come with me first,â you urged her, wrapping your arm around her waist to stop her from falling.
She pouted her lips, forming a cute little frown as she looked up at you. âBut everyones being so nice,â she whined.
âYeah, because you have your fucking tits out Jennie, now come on,â you started to lose patience.
With a reluctant sigh, she leaned into you and latched onto your arm. âFine, as long as you promise to fuck my ass.â
âYeah, right, whatever you say.â
She let go of your arm and stopped moving. âIâm serious,â she glared at you, crossing her arms. âTell me youâll fuck my ass.â
âOkay fine, yes Jennie I will fuck your ass,â you sighed. âNow can we go?â
âDo you mean it?â she stared at you with doughy eyes, flipping back and forth between anger and plead.
âI do,â you reassured her as you took off your coat and wrapped it around her before taking her hand in yours again. âNow come on.â
âWhy do you have to be so responsible,â Jennie mumbled as she followed you down some hallways into a private room.
âBecause one of us has to be,â you chuckled, closing the door behind her and locking it. âAnd because I care about you,â you added as you walked over to a mirror in the room and took off your vest, taking a look at the state of your shirt.
âDid I do that?â Jennie cried as she noticed your shirt. âLet me fix it.â
âItâs fine Jennie, itâs just a shirt,â you tried to stop her but she was having none of it.
âStop it!â she whined, wrestling your shirt off.
Once she got it off you - which you only allowed because she was about to tear it - she tossed it aside and pressed her mouth against your skin, sucking on your chest. Her lips were warm and soft, roaming your body freely.
âJennie,â you tried getting her attention but she was on a mission to rub her tongue over every square inch of your body at this point.
âOh yeah, I gotta do this before Rosie,â she slurred her words as she dropped down to her knees. âI need you to cum in my mouth.â
âRosie already got you beat there,â you informed her, but she didnât care at all, ignoring you while yanking down your pants. âJennie, how about you just rest for a bit, weâll do this later.â
âNo,â she slurred, face full of determination as she lowered your underwear as well, her gaze fixed on your cock. âLet me make it up to you for ruining your shirt.â
âYou seriously do not have to do anything right now, really.â
âWhy arenât you hard?â she pouted as she looked up at you. âDo you hate me?â
âWhat? No, of course not,â you groaned, accepting the fact that Jennie was going to be difficult until you gave her what she wanted. âAlright, come here,â you stepped out of your pants and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge and motioning for Jennie to take her place between your legs as you stroked yourself slowly.
She smiled brightly before crawling across the room and planting her mouth firmly on your cock. It felt nice, there was no denying that, but you could tell she was struggling. She sucked on your cock for a couple of minutes in silence, moving slowly, breathing deeply against your skin, failing to keep a tight seal with her lips. Then suddenly she stopped - she leaned back and bent over, taking deep breaths.
âJennie? You good?â you gently rubbed her back, leaning down to take a look at her.
âYeah IâmâŠâ she paused to take off the coat you wrapped around her earlier, struggling until you helped her. Once it fell to the floor, you could see she was sweating, and her face lacked energy. â...Iâm good.â
âCome here,â you picked her up from her armpits and sat her down on the bed next to you. âSit tight for just a second, Iâll be right back.â
She nodded, confirming at least she was conscious, but she was really not in great shape. You quickly walked across the room and filled a glass of water, bringing it back to her. âDrink,â you held the glass up to her lips for her as she took a few small sips. âDo you feel nauseous?â
âNo,â she mumbled before pushing your hand away and bending over your lap again.
âWhoa there Jennie, not yet,â you picked her back up, scared she was about to throw up. âYou need to rest for a bit.â
âIâm fine, please I need to suck your cock,â she whined, trying to fight your grip. âOr else Rosie will win.â
âJennie, babe, Rosie already won,â you informed her gently. âFinish drinking this.â
She looked so incredibly distraught as she accepted the glass, chugging the water in one go before handing it back to you. Her gaze dropped to the floor, and you could see a flicker of sadness in her eyes. âI really want you to fuck my ass,â she murmured, still looking down, a hint of vulnerability in her voice. âIt feels so good.â
âWeâll get to that, I promise,â you reassured her, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. âBut first I need to make sure youâre fine, and you need to rest.â
Jennie slid off the bed and onto her knees, turning around and bending over the side of the bed, her eyes glistening with a mix of frustration and pleading. âI donât want to rest,â she insisted firmly, looking up at you. âPlease, just fuck my ass, I promise Iâm fine. Itâs all I can think about.â
âJennieâŠâ
âJust for a bit? Please?â she whined, shaking her ass side to side as she begged you with her eyes, her voice full of longing. âI really want your big dick in my ass.â
Seeing her like this made it impossible to deny her, not that you really wanted to, your cock was throbbing at the idea of it by this point. âAlright fine,â you finally gave in. With Jennie literally begging for you to fuck her ass, who could blame you?
Her face lit up and she got more comfortable, sticking her ass up higher, arching her back and pressing her elbows into the bed. âFinally, you can go as hard as you want.â
As you lined up behind her, yanking her panties off her body, you slowly eased your tip into her asshole as she spread her cheeks with both hands for you. She was so fucking tight, especially since the only lube was from the bit of Jennieâs saliva still on your shaft. It was almost unbearable how snug her assholeâs grip was on your cock. You barely got two thrusts in before Jennie interrupted.
âNo! I need you to really give it to me,â she moaned, looking back over her shoulder. âFucking destroy my asshole.â
Just a few shots of alcohol and Jennie turned into an absolute freak, but you werenât going to complain. In fact, you found yourself smirking as your next couple of thrusts were significantly harder, hopefully to her liking. You were spreading her asshole wide with each thrust, working her body as she became increasingly vocal, each pump eliciting a mix of harsh moans and screams from the tight girl.
âOh fuck, Iâve missed this so much! I needed this,â she cried out, shoving her face into the mattress. âKeep going, donât stop!â
Not that you were going to, actually you had absolutely no plans of stopping at this point. Her asshole felt so fucking good. The tight, warm squeeze, massaging your cock with each pump - youâve missed this almost as much as she did.
âHarder, right there!â she begged, her voice rising as your cock found the right spots. Each push drew more squeals of pleasure from her lips. âPlease, fuck!â
It was becoming too much for you. Her enthusiastic moans were infectious, giving you strength that you didnât know you had, each time your cock slammed into her asshole you could feel a surge of invigoration coursing through her entire body.
âPlease, more! Give me more!â she screamed out, clenching her fists hard as she surrendered to the sensations.
At this point you couldnât physically go any harder. Jennieâs ass cheeks were rippling with every thrust, her entire body being shoved into the bed without any remorse. She screamed, moaned, made all sorts of noises, and you just kept going - kept jamming your cock up her tight ass. It felt fucking divine.
âSo fucking tight,â you grunted, pressing deep down on her hips with your hands, squishing her soft body beneath you.
Your cock was burning up with pleasure. It felt almost too good. Each and every thrust up Jennieâs ass felt better and better for you as her tight body began molding to your cock. Jennieâs asshole was perfect. With how hard you were jamming yourself into her, you could even feel your balls swinging up, slapping against her dripping pussy.
The strength in your body was failing, going this hard for this long was exhausting, yet somehow you were still pumping into her asshole. So fucking tight. Your fingers were even starting to hurt with how hard they were pressing into her body, but you didnât care. Your cock was ready to blow. Her asshole was too much, you couldnât hold on any longer. The thought of pulling out and painting Jennieâs sweat-soaked back with your cum was appealing, but the tight grip her asshole had on your shaft erased that idea from your head.
With a final few pumps, your cock erupted inside her, spewing your cum right into her asshole. You filled her up, still pumping away as your white mess began leaking slightly with each thrust. Jennie had gone mute, completely overwhelmed with the feeling of your cum filling her up. She just took it, she took all of your cum right up the ass, holding still for you, coaxing it out of you. As you eased up, letting the final few spurts of cum exit your body, Jennie let out a long, satisfied sigh, her body relaxing, her asshole loosening up against your cock just enough for you to slowly pull it out.
âWow,â you muttered, on your knees behind her, admiring the fountain of cum spilling out of Jennieâs asshole right now. âThat was amazing.â
âFucking amazing,â Jennie echoed, reaching a hand behind her to gently rub your cum around her asshole. âHoly fuck Iâm going to be feeling this tomorrow.â
âYou are such a fucking slut, have I ever told you that?â you chuckled as you got up to your feet.
âYeah, but Iâm your dirty little slut,â she moaned as she turned around, sitting with her back against the edge of the bed. âFucking hell that sobered me up quick,â she added before opening her mouth wide for you.
Just as she wanted, you slipped your cock into her mouth, holding it steady as she slurped away, cleaning you off.
âBy the way, Rosie told me to send you to her room.â
Jennie took a final few licks of your cock before releasing it with a pop, looking up at you. âOh right, the stupid bet,â she sighed. âYou really fucked that one up.â
âHowâs it my fault you were busy sitting on some random dudeâs face and flashing your tits to the whole club?â
âI was fucking horny,â Jennie scoffed. âAnd that was absolutely because of you.â
âIs that right? You get horny when I cum on your face?â
âIâll bite your dick off.â
âAnd then who are you going to beg for when you need your asshole fucked?â
âFuck you,â she spat before starting to get off her knees.
âNot yet,â you pushed her back down to her knees and grabbed her hair. With your other hand, you grabbed the base of your cock and pushed it forward towards her mouth. âYou can get up when I tell you.â
She did just as you commanded - after shooting you a dirty look of course -Â licking up your cock, bobbing her lips up and down slightly. What she probably wasnât ready for was when you yanked her hair, shoving your cock deeper into her mouth as it stiffened up again. âThatâs right,â you teased, taking a firmer grip with your hand and pushing your cock even deeper. âOpen that throat up for me,â you whispered, giving her cheek a light slap with your other hand.
Jennie, to the best of her ability, tried to open up wider. Your cock was embedded pretty deep in her mouth, but instead of pushing that final little bit, you pulled back completely, leaving Jennie desperately gasping for air, coughing and spitting, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
âYouâre not done yet,â you grabbed your cock and slapped it against her cheek, giving her just a second to spit the excess saliva out before you shoved it back into her mouth. âOpen your fucking throat,â you ordered her, this time forcing your cock until it was fully embedded down her throat, the back of her head being pressed against the side of the bed.
The sound of her gagging was beautiful, something you had grown to appreciate, especially since you knew how much she loved gagging on your cock. You let go of her hair and leaned forward even more, supporting your upper body with both arms on the bed, and began pumping your hips slightly, making sure to keep your entire length in her mouth as you pushed against her jaw.
Her warm saliva was dripping out of her lips and onto your balls as they pressed hard against her chin, your cock probing the back of her neck while she gagged. You relished in the warmth of her throat for a bit longer before pulling back and releasing your cock, resting your shaft against her face.
âFuck you,â Jennie cried out, gasping and panting, letting her spit flow freely down her chest. âThe fuck are you going so hard for?â
âDid you not hear yourself just a few minutes ago?â you taunted her, rubbing your cock against her forehead.
âThat was for my asshole, not my neck,â she snapped back, turning her face away from your cock.
âAnd thatâs next, donât worry,â you smirked before picking her up and tossing her onto the bed. âBut this time, I want to see your face.â
âFuck you,â Jennie repeated, but there it was, that glint of desire, the true feelings Jennie had as soon as she heard you were going to fuck her ass again - she couldnât hide them.
âCry about it all you want, I donât give a fuck,â you snarled as you reached for her ankles, yanking her body to the edge of the bed before lifting her legs up and placing them on your shoulders. âJust lay there you dirty little slut, we both know youâve been dreaming of this.â
No witty or sassy response this time, instead Jennie just glared at you, at least she tried to, but her face couldnât hide how much she was enjoying this as soon as she felt your tip prodding her entrance again. She was just as addicted as you were, but she was too ashamed to admit it.
It didnât matter. What did matter was how Jennieâs asshole opened up for your cock. At this point, her body was a perfect fit, adapted to taking your cock again and again. You eased forward slowly, leaning in and pressing her legs forward as your cock slowly entered Jennieâs asshole once again.
âAh,â Jennie let out a soft moan, scrunching her face up as she adjusted to the tightness. âItâs so fucking big.â
âYouâre a good little slut,â you whispered, encouraging her as you gave a few half pumps into her ass. There was such a stark contrast from the roughness from earlier, now it felt like there was far more passion being shared between you two.
âYour good little slut,â Jennie whispered back - it was endearing in a way. âFuck that little asshole as much as you want, itâs all yours.â
âI know it is,â you grunted, leaning forward and slowly pushing your cock in and out of her body. You could feel your cock twitching, it felt so good, as you watched Jennieâs expressions change with each thrust. There was no urgency, no rush, you got to really take it slow and enjoy the tight massage her asshole was giving your cock, pressing down hard on every individual nerve, opening up beautifully for you.
Jennie, now with her eyes shut, brought one hand between her legs and began making circles with her fingers, rubbing her clit to the same tempo as your thrusts. She kept going, playing with herself, moaning softly, her pussy leaking as she touched herself. Then, as her back started to arch up, she slipped two fingers into her pussy, inserting them in tandem, synchronized with how your cock pushed into her asshole.
âIâm going to fucking cum,â she mumbled, her mouth shooting open, eyes squeezing tighter.
With that view before your eyes, you bent forward, hips still pumping slowly, and grabbed both of her tits with your hands, leaning closer to her face before whispering into her ear. âThen do it, cum for me, my little slut.â She started fingering herself faster, and now it was your turn to match her pace. You began shoving your cock harder inside her, enjoying how her asshole was getting tighter and tighter by the second. Her body was building up to climax, and you could feel it through her asshole. After giving her nipples a sharp pinch, forcing a sharp squeal from her lips, you reached your hand up towards her face and grabbed her before whispering into her ear again. âCome on, let it happen, fucking cum for me.â
âI am!â she cried out, her body writhing softly as if the pleasure was too much. âIâm fucking⊠fuckâŠâ
Coherency didnât matter at this point. She was right there, so close, and with a final few pumps of her asshole she yanked her fingers out of her pussy and began rubbing her clit vigorously, squirting onto your stomach.
âThere it is,â you teased, picking up the pace of your thrusts as you felt your own orgasm rapidly approaching. âDirty fucking slut, cumming all over me.â
âI am⊠your dirty slutâŠâ she gasped, body going limp on the bed, her hand sliding up her chest, softly squeezing her tits.
Her pussy, glistening and soaked, looked fucking amazing right now, so unbelievably fuckable, but you were completely committed to her asshole. You reached forward with your hand, playing with her folds softly as you pumped away, your cock getting closer and closer. Her asshole was still squeezing your cock hard, but it was starting to loosen up as she relaxed, especially now that you were playing with her pussy as well. It only took you about a minute or so before you were ready to cum again thanks to Jennieâs tight asshole.
This time, even though your body desperately wanted to fill her asshole again, you settled on another plan. With your final few pumps, priming your cock until it was just one final pump away from busting, you pulled out and bent forward, grabbing Jennieâs hair and yanking it towards you with one hand. With your other hand, you grabbed your cock and began stroking it as hard as you could.
Within a couple of seconds, you began unloading onto Jennieâs face. Spurt after spurt, you made sure each one landed on her. She had her eyes shut tight as you plastered her cheeks, nose, forehead, and chin, coating every part of her face with your cum. Even as your cock stopped launching cum, you pulled her face closer and pressed your tip against her forehead, letting the rest trickle down her face.
Once you felt like you were done, you slipped your cock into her mouth one more time, having her lips squeeze out any cum you had left as you pulled back. Then, all that was left was for you to enjoy the view of Jennieâs face completely coated in your cum.
âItâs a nice look,â you chuckled as Jennie slowly opened her eyes, wiping them clean so that she could see. âDonât wipe too much off, Iâm walking you to Rosieâs room like this.â
âYouâre the fucking worst,â she whined as a smile formed on her lips.
âI know,â you sighed, collapsing onto the bed next to Jennie. âGive me a minute, get dressed and weâll go up.â
âDressed in what?â Jennie laughed, falling onto her back next to you.
âGood point,â you turned to your side to face her. âI wasnât kidding, it really is a nice look.â
âShut up,â she rolled her eyes, turning to face the roof in an attempt to keep your cum on her face. âAm I really walking through the club like this?â
âBe grateful Iâm not making you crawl,â you teased, reaching over and cupping a tit in your hands, toying with her nipple. âMaybe I should, make sure everyone knows youâre my toy.â
âPlease donât,â Jennie whispered, as if she was actually a piece of your property who would do anything you told her to do. âEveryoneâs already going to be looking since I lost my clothes.â
âHere,â you got off the bed and picked your shirt up off the ground, tossing it to her. âYouâre not getting my pants though, so put your panties back on.â
âThank you,â Jennie smiled, lifting herself off the bed before suddenly groaning and falling back down. âFucking hell, it still feels like your dick is in my ass.â
âTake a minute, weâll head up to Rosie when youâre ready,â you reassured her as you got dressed. You picked up her panties and walked over to her, taking a seat next to her on the bed and flipping her onto her stomach. Gently, you rubbed her asshole for her. âDoes that feel better?â
âBarely,â she moaned into the mattress. âIs it bleeding?â
âNo,â you replied before inserting the tip of your finger into her.âDickhead,â Jennie squealed, slapping your arm. âAlright letâs go, Iâll manage.â
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A/N:
Probably not my best work, but I just had to let some random horny into a fic. Funny enough this was supposed to be a pretty plot heavy Jisoo chapter, but somehow it turned into pure PwP. Oh well, expect the next chapter to be heavy on the Jisoo plot (probably with some other member smut too, whatever happens in Rosie's room is still to come).
I'm running short of time for my break, but I promise I've still been working hard on my fics! I'd like to release a few more in the upcoming weeks, and I'm expecting my next post to be Kazuha. I also have recently thought of some one-shot ideas, so I might just randomly drop something that isn't part of one of my current projects. Stay tuned!
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Pairing: Old!Joel x Reader
Summary: Joel gets nominated to play Santa Claus for Jacksonâs holiday festivities. Of course, youâre into that.
Warnings: 18+. Unprotected piv. Breeding kink. Age gap. Santa Clause kink (itâs brief). F!Oral. Omitting one tag to avoid spoiling the endingâplease read at your own risk.
Note: Kinda inspired by Otis Reddingâs Try a Little Tenderness
Word count: 5.5k
âGive your old man a kiss before he leaves?â
The invitation shouldnât have made you as wet as it did. But it had. And Joel just grinned, lips twitching beneath his big fake beard and palms pulling you toward his body.
The kiss had had to be wholesome and quick. Before long, heâd be surrounded by a sea of eager, wide-eyed, and awe-stricken children in the middle of Jacksonâs town square, and what sort of example would you be setting if you were the girl caught kissing Santa Claus?
It wouldnât rally much confidence in Father Christmas, if either of you had had to guess. You let him go. With a soft, innocuous tug of his belt buckle and a pat on his padded belly, youâd promised to be extra good while he was gone and leave more than just milk and cookies out for him later. Joel had blinked twice, and in the glint of one look, you could tell heâd wanted to say much more.
But then Tommy, dressed as an elf and scowling like Ebenezer Scrooge, had tugged him off your porch.
âYou can get those cookies later, Nick. Letâs go.â
And that had been the last youâd seen of the pair before youâd snuck off to see Maria about Joelâs secret gift.
Now, two hours later in the glow of a roaring fire and near-unbearable excitement, you were perched on the sofa. Sitting with your knees tucked underneath you and a glass of milk, a tray of cookies, and a small, rectangular box tied with a bow set beside you on the coffee table.
You really hoped Joel would like his present.
You also guessed it wouldnât hurt that you were currently half-naked in a ruby red satin teddy for his return home.
As soon as you heard the creak of the front door, you straightened up. You watched a body shuffle in, head bowed and shaking snow off his sprayed-white locks. Joel looked perfectly ancient in his present get-up: thick black boots, velvet crimson pantsuit, chest-length beard, and lopsided hat. He looked haggard and adorable, too. You could tell by the way he kicked off his shoes and left them stranded by the door he was absolutely drained by the events of that nightâdealing with every kid in town under the age of ten likely hadnât been his first choice.
But now he was here. Joel had been so preoccupied with getting off his boots that he hadnât even seen you on the couch, and the instant his gaze landed on you, it froze.
âBabyâŠâ he groaned.
His whole face softened, like he couldnât believe the sight in front of him then, and his arms stretched out for you.
He looked childlike, almost, with the way he lumbered over. His limbs were heavy, and they felt that way coming to crash over your cowered frame on the sofa. You leapt back and squealed, only to feel two big palms grab you by the hips and pin you underneath him. Joelâs breaths were warm, and his eyes were alight with rapt intrigue.
âThis all for me?â he asked, sliding his hands down your thighs and in between them. He cursed feeling the heat.
You had to bite back a laugh at how silly this lookedâSanta Clause, a staple of your childhood, prying your legs apart and all but drooling at the sight inside. Pawing at your legs, then at your hips, then at the band of your panties beneath the tulle hemline of your teddy. It felt fun in a depraved sort of way. You felt naughty, like you might not want to share Joelâs gift with him until after all the fun was over. But, deep down, you werenât that cruel.
âDonât you wanna see your gift? Have your milk and cookies?â you asked sweetly, just narrowly managing to slide an arm out from underneath Joelâs weight and pointing to the assortment of goodies on the table.
Joel looked that way briefly, but then his gaze was back on you. Its warmth was smoldering. Darkening in time.
âLater. Santaâs got a bone to pick with you first.â
You squealed again as fingers hooked in your panties.
âButâ butâ youâll really like this gift, Joel. Really.â
âYeah? Already got one for you right here, kiddo.â
In a crass, graceless sort of gesture, Joel removed one hand from you to grab his crotch, and shake it firmlyââGot a good seven inches of this gift to share, sugarââand from there, you had no choice but to acquiesce. If Joel really didnât mind putting off his gift for yours, at first, that was on him. You leaned back to get comfy.
âIf you insist.â The smile you flashed him was coy.
Knowing, as your underwear was slid down your legs and Joel nestled in between them on the couch. You propped your head on a pillow and watched, feeling another small wave of sick nostalgia wash over your senses; Joel was still fully dressed as Kris Kringle stripping you naked.
Heâd just moved to pull off the white beard, tied snug with a string, when you reached down and stopped him.
âLeave it,â you said, voice quavering with the threat of a giggle. This was insane. âLeave the beard. Leave all of it.â
Joel flashed you a look with a brow cocked up, confused.
âYou want me to eat you out as Santa Clause?â he asked.
He grinned, and you almost laughed again. His expression was still puzzledâmixed with arousal, the look suited him wellâand before he could say another word, you just nodded. Shimmied your red panties the rest of the way down and kicked them off at your feet.
But when Joel reached for your legs to pull you closer to him, you slipped off the couch. Your limp, shimmering frock that barely covered the globes of your ass underneath it brushed the bare skin as you darted off.
Youâd meant it to be playful. Joel couldnât brush aside gift-giving and get his way quite that easily. You stood on your own two feet, pivoting back to face him before starting to make your way toward the stairs. You waved.
âOkay. Give me a minute. If youâre giving me my present now, I need to get the rest of yours ready. ItâsâŠupstairs.â
Joelâsâor Santaâsâwhole face dropped. He stood.
âThat wasnât the deal, kiddo. You before me.â
He was already pacing after you, slowly at first; then, when your feet reached the first step, he broke off in a run. You screamed, and tried to tear your way up the rest of the stairs, but before more than four thuds had sounded on the wood, you were being thrust back in Joelâs armsâhoisted off your feet, and carried to the living room without another breath or pause from him. You kicked your feet, pretended to be indignant, and were smiling to yourself, inwardly, the whole time. He would really be kicking himself for this later, you knew.
âGonna be a good little girl for Santa and stay put now?â he huffed, setting you down on your feet. Rather than heading for the couch, heâd placed you on the rug by the warmth of the fireplace and the winking lights of the Christmas tree, where he knew you felt coziest. And, in the glow of both, he could drink the view in completely.
You dropped to the floor where you knew he wanted you.
Still smiling. Fighting a laugh: âYes, daddy. Iâll be good.â
Joel laid you back. Spread your legs. Tugged your butt right where he wanted it beside the fire and slotted his torso in between your thighs. Your body was practically humming with anticipation as he brought his head lower.
The fluffy white bobble at the end of his hat swung in front of his face, preventing his mouth from sinking in.
He groaned.
âFuckinâ kids.â He batted the thing out of his way.
âBeen toyinâ with my hat and beard all goddamn night. Youâd think I was aâŠa jungle gym to those little hellions,â Joel added with an edge of taut frustration to his voice.
You knew heâd liked the âhellionâ antics, whether he was willing to admit it or not. Heâd pretend to be pissed at the kids for being kids, but deep down, he was always more than willing to oblige. Heâd practically volunteered to take on the role of Santa before the ballot had even been cast for whoâd get to play the Big Red Man for the festivities.
He was your old man. A softie at heart.
Hard in other places, but that was just how you liked it.
He spread your legs with both of his hands and practically moaned at what lay before him now.
You were wet. Glistening. In the light of the fireplace and the evergreen behind him, he could see it all too clearly: how pretty and slick and shiny you were along your slit. Youâd been patient awaiting his return, and he could tell. Though you were dripping nectar through your folds, you hadnât smeared one drop with your fingersâyou sat like a gleaming, unwrapped present for the man to devour.
And maybe it felt wrong, all swollen and stiff beneath his costume pants and his hair dusted white to make him look even older than he wasâabout 1,700 years, give or take, instead of fifty-nineâbut the look in his eyes said he wanted it all. He felt raw, and needy, and debased.
You liked seeing Joel this way. You liked feeling wrong.
It was what most of Jackson thought of you, anyway. What had taken Tommy, Maria, and the closest of your friends the longest time to accept, nearly all of your neighbors still thought was pretty strange: how Joel was decades your senior and you two were datingâhappily. What they were liable to think when the news of you trying for a baby spread in town was anyoneâs guess.
Joel seemed to forget all that as his head sank lower. He forked two of his big, meaty fingers in the shape of a âVâ and pushed your folds apart in just the way you liked, and he breathed out slow, warm puffs of air over your cunt. You shuddered, and you waited for his tongue.
âBabyâŠâ he trailed off again.
âYeah?â Your voice was tight.
A beat of silence passed.
âIâmâŠprobably gonna need to take off the beard.â
You breathed out a soft, reflexive laugh, and you didnât protest. Joel tugged down the big, white, wiry clump of hair from his face and let his other, shorter one surface.
This one wasnât white, but it was a handsome black and grey, with a lot more of a silver sheen to its these days. You smiled as Joel drew closer, and that smile only faltered a little as the man kissed your inner thigh.
He did the same to the other leg. He dragged his mouth down the skin toward your center and let his lips part a little. He kissed you again, this time at the top of your mound. It made an extra low, almost lewd sort of sound. He rubbed his nose against your lower belly, and the contrast of the weathered texture to your own was stark.
Joel was old. He looked it even more with his hair painted white and his mouth hovering over your slit.
âShe been good this year?â he hummed, peering up.
Before you could answer, Joelâs tongue slid out, and he drew a fat, wet line over the seam of your pussy. Your hips jolted in response, and his free hand held you down.
âShe tastes good,â he went on in the most casual tone.
Then, without further warning, his jaw slackened some more and he started lapping at the tender flesh beneath it. He dragged his tongue through the thick, stringy mess and closed his eyes, like he was savoring the taste. His lips curled, and he kissed you againâthis time, it closed around your clit, and he suckled you gently. With the first wet pop and a sickening squelch from his mouth, your eyes nearly rolled back in your head; Joelâs opened again as he flashed you a shit-eating grin between your legs.
âSheâs been real good for me this year, hasnât she, hon?â And he squeezed your leg to indicate he wanted a reply.
You tried to answer, but it came out garbled and weak:
âSo good, daddy. Soâ soââ
Oh.
Joelâs fingers moved from their forked position to push his index inside your weeping hole. At the same time, the tip of his tongue flicked delicately against your clit. The two parts of him moved in tandem, and from the feeling of both, you had to bite your lip to keep from letting out a cry. Your hand reached down to grab his hair, but all it could find was that goddamn Santa hat. Joel snickered.
With his lips, tongue, and finger still working your needy cunt, he couldnât help but smile as you cast the hat aside
âDamn thing,â you cursed, fingers lacing through his hair.
âLanguage, young lady,â Joel murmured.
Like he was one to talk.
You made a fist with the chalky white locks and rutted your hips the tiniest bit, too flush with pleasure to give a single fuck what words came out of your mouth, and from the way Joel grinned and slid a second finger inside, you had only to guess he didnât mind either.
He could pretend, though. He licked a little harder, then:
âSheâs gonna be sweet for her old man, isnât she?â
âYâ yes, she is.â
âNice and polite before she gets this cock?â
âI promise.â
Appearing satisfied with this response, or else simply wanting to bring you to the edge and make you cum on his tongue, Joel wedged his fingers even deeper, then curled them. He brushed the soft, fleshy wall in a beckoning motion and, at the same time, sucked your nub between his lips. He felt you tense, heard you moan, and likely sensed there was no better time for his tongue to dart out again. Just as he released your clit from its airtight kiss, he was back licking circles on the tender, swollen thing, eyes flitting up to yours to hold their gaze.
âDaddy,â you whimpered.
When his fingers curled another time, you cried out.
Your brain was on the fritz; your heels were digging in the rug, stomach tight as it had ever been, and your hands seemed to move with a mind of their own. One was gripping Joelâs hair, giving you leverage to cant your hips against his face, and the other was palming your breast through the thin lace fabric of your teddy. You craved stimulationâcouldnât breathe without the feel of something on you, and in you, as you were about to cum.
Joel nodded his soft approval. He watched you fondle yourself and seemed enthralled, even from where he lay.
âThatâs it, baby. Touch yourself while daddy licks your pussy. Lemme see how good sheâs feelinâ, sweetheart.â
His words were all the propulsion you needed and more. You pinched your nipple through the fabric, whined at the pleasure wrought by your fingers and by Joelâs simultaneously, and felt an even deeper twist in your gut. You grip constricted in his hair; you didnât need to speak.
âSheâs right there, isnât she? I know that feels nice, baby,â Joel groaned, voice low, âGonna cum for daddy now?â
You whined. You gripped tighter. Your body needed this.
âCâmon, hon. Let me have it. Cum on daddyâs tongue.â
Two more strokes of his tongue, a gentle thrust of his fingers, and the brush of your own touch across taut, pebbled flesh was enough. The next second had you clamping down on Joelâs hand and giving him all you possibly could, lips parted and spilling a feverish, shrill whine while your orgasm washed over you. Your toes curled into the rug, and Joel pressed your hips down as his tongue fucked you through it. He licked and sucked and coaxed your needy walls again and again; he felt you tremble, and he let your wet essence soak him through.
By the time you were done, his face was glistening.
He lifted his head from between your legs, gaze wild and lips shiny with your full release. He licked them, elated.
âAll good, hon?â
âAmazing.â
You let out a shaky breath and pet his hair. Joel smiled.
âWanna go upstairs? Be a little comfier in the bed, I bet,â he offered, slowly starting to rise, before wincing. Then when his knees audibly cracked, âYour old man needs it.â
You had no doubt about that. You sat up and smiled, and let him lift you to your feet along with him. Another snap.
âAw, hell,â Joel hissed, shaking his head.
You wrapped an arm around his waist before pacing another step. He leaned a little into you, though not too much, and you couldnât help but flash him an arch look.
âDid your wishlist include new kneecaps, by chance?â
âNo maâam. Just stronger hands to spank with.â
Joel didnât miss a beat, grinning down at you.
You wouldâve returned with something equally cheeky and light, had you not remembered that thing close by.
âWait, waitâyour present!â
Joel eyed the square box as you retrieved it. His eyes flashed with curiosity before you reappeared under his arm and helped him start up the stairs. He walked, and let out a soft groan, and when youâd made it halfway up, he shook his head at you again. It was slow but emphatic
âGotta finish your gift first, sweetheart,â he murmured.
And, try as you might to get an inch of give after that, you sensed fighting Joelâs generosity was futile by then. You knew him well enough to guess that heâd only be satisfied receiving his present once yours had been properly secured with another orgasm, and his spend dribbled in big, thick rivers down the insides of your legs.
You heaved a sigh and smiled, walking slowly with him.
Joel, if you only knew.
Despite his best efforts, the man still couldnât work out how heâd ever gotten so lucky to find something like thisâsomeone like you. As his hips worked their way up to a near-desperate pace, bordering on frenzied as he fucked into you, Joel decided that he wouldnât bother guessing.
Heâd accept this for what it was: a gift he didnât deserve.
The two of you hadnât even gotten around to the business of unwrapping your presents yet, and Joel already knew that he had it all just looking down at you.
With your back arched and your hands making fists in the sheets beside your head, wet and glistening cunt accepting each one of his thrusts and squeezing him tight on every stroke, Joel had to steel himself just feeling how good you were, knowing how well you fit him in every way, and sensing this was as close to replete happiness as heâd ever get. He couldnât ask for more.
Even without a baby, he knew things would be okay.
The two of you had been trying for months now, wholly without success of yet. There had been the night heâd bought a blue pill and fucked you four times in one day, and youâd told him at the end of it all that your period was late. But then youâd bled the next morning, and your hopes, for the present moment, had been dashed away.
No pregnancy hopes since then had amounted to anything else, and at length, youâd agreed not to let it get your spirits downâor try not to, anyway. Youâd fuck as often as you could, but you wouldnât let the thought of wanting a baby make the process less fun for you now.
That didnât mean Joel couldnât remind you every now and then what you were hoping the endgame would be.
Presently, he leaned over your prone body on the bed and pressed his lips to your ear. He ground his hips against your ass so his cock wedged itself all the way in to the hilt, and when the tip was just threatening to graze the edge of your cervix, he dropped a kiss on your cheek.
âWant me to put a baby right here?â He spoke gently.
Your walls clenched around him involuntarily, and your head reared back to fall against his shoulder. Joel took this as his opportunity to start peppering more kisses. He knew how much you liked the dirty talk while he was deep inside, talking about how much he wanted to blow his load and knock you up. It was a melting point for you both, and he sensed that you wouldnât last long after it.
He had your head tilted to his, your lips spilling moan after moan as his dick plunged further inside and your eyes struggling to stay open. They flitted between his, and they gave him a hopeful look. You managed a smile.
âRightâŠright there, daddy,â you whimpered out.
Another sound escaped your mouth and flooded his, and Joel couldnât help it: he kissed you, and he fucked in deeper. He couldnât have wanted this more if he tried.
His forehead was slick with sweat, as was yours. Your bodies were grinding togetherâJoelâs soft, warm belly filling the concave space where your spine curved down, and he rutted repeatedly into you, like an animal in heat.
His face was right beside yours as his teeth gritted out:
âMy sweet girl want a baby in her for Christmas, that it?â
Again, you whined and rolled your hips against his, nodding your head, and the look in your eyes was wild.
âBabyâplease. Please fuck your baby in me, Joel.â
Joel could do more than that. Much more. Ask him for twins, triplets, or however many kids you couldâve wanted, and he wouldâve given it to you then.
He wished it were that simple, and he couldâve knocked you up and made you happy a long time ago, but sadly, that hadnât been in the cards for you two. Joel shortly brushed that thought away, not wanting to lose his momentum or delay the oncoming orgasm about to rattle your body underneath him. He kissed your shoulder this time, thrusting with his stiff, wet cock in just the way you liked, and in seconds, he got what he wantedâwhat you needed, clearly, as your muscles seized and your lips let out a sharp, shrill cry in response.
Joel held you to him as long as he could. He felt you melt into the bed and only held your body tighter, rutting his hips at their relentless pace to keep your pleasure alive. He heard you whine, tell him to cum inside me, daddy, please, and from that point on, he sensed heâd have to slow a little. It couldnât be helped. When he came, he had to pin you down and fill you completelyâtake his time working his spend inside your needy, pulsing cunt, and when he was done, just keep you there. Let you feel him. It was a satisfaction unlike any other for you both, and it was one heâd come to love these last few months. He stilled inside you, feeling his cum coating every inch of your walls around him, and he grinned. You let out a sigh.
âSo IâŠI made the âNiceâ list, Mr. Clause?â you panted.
Joelâs head dropped to yours in a short, rumbling laugh.
His dick twitched inside you, and his belly growled a bit. He definitely shouldâve taken you up on those cookies.
âYeah. Yeah, Iâd say weâre square,â he breathed back.
How long you laid like that was anyoneâs guess. Joel didnât bother keeping track of the seconds or the minutes spent splayed out over your body; he only sensed when he was starting to go soft and you wriggled your hips underneath. He shifted and let you flip around.
His cock now completely out and a smile touching your lips as you turned to face him, your gaze flitted to his.
âCan you go get me one of your shirts, please?â
You were also both stark naked, thanks to the lightning-quick stripdown youâd both done the second youâd made it to the bedroom. Though Joel was sleepy, he knew the routine: get you a shirt, get him a clean pair of boxers, and get the two of you off to sleep. Itâd been a long day.
âYes, dear,â he answered dutifully.
He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose before rising. He padded his slow, heavy feet over to the dresser at the opposite end of the room, and he opened the top drawer.
âSecond one, please. With the flannels,â you called out.
Okay.
Joel snagged a pair of underwear for himself, then went to the next drawer to get you a flannel to wear, since the scorching heat of your house evidently wasnât enough to keep you warm. He smiled to himself, about to crack a wiseass comment about you being cold-blooded or something, when the man was obliged to stop. He took one look inside, dropped his boxers, and paused a spell.
When Joel started again, it wasnât to speakâhe just turned and lifted the first thing he saw in the drawer.
âWhaâoh, shoot. I was supposed to wrap that,â you said swiftly, wincing as he held it. Still smiling at him, though.
âSeems a little small to be a gift for me, donât you think?â
In his grasp was a miniature onesie. Beneath it, in the drawer youâd directed him to, there had been at least four more just like it. All soft, pastel-colored, and small.
Your smile stretched even wider as you shook your head.
âItâs from Maria and Tommy. More of aâŠfuture present, for the two of us,â you shrugged, pushing to sit up in bed.
Joel eyed you a moment. He wasnât sure what to say.
On your face, he saw hope and excitement etched bright. Like you were fine to keep waiting on this âfuture,â no matter the duration. One glimpse of that and Joel felt a lump the size of his fist in his throat. He walked over.
And it had to be the last thing you wanted to see, surelyâhim setting the onesie down, dropping beside you in bed, then fumbling gracelessly, uselessly, to hold you.
Feeling every bit the remorseful, too-old man who couldnât give you what you wanted. He wanted it, too.
âIâm sorry, honey,â he blurted out, unthinking. He pulled you to his chest; within his own, his heart was pounding, âI knowâŠI know itâs taking us awhile. Thatâs my faultââ
âJoel.â
âMy cumâs as old as dust and thatâs probably whyââ
âYou donâtââ
ââyou arenât pregnant yet. I know itâs frustrating forââ
âSeriously, Joelââ
ââyou to deal with. All of that disappointment, I meanââ
âJOEL.â
âWhat?â
His pulse was still thudding away. You blinked once.
Then, in a slow but deliberate path, your gaze trailed over to the nightstand. Joelâs followed after in similar fashion.
âYou still havenât opened your present,â you said. Stern.
It wasnât the tone Joel had been expecting to hear at all.
And when you handed him the box, he felt his blood pressure spike. Absently, he thought that couldnât be safe for a man his age. He couldnât even tell what it held, and still, the prospect of it had him anxious beyond words. He turned it over; something rattled inside.
âGo on, Joel.â Your voice coaxed him gentler then.
And he did, though his fingers trembled some.
The weight in his grip couldâve been an ounce, a pound, or a ton, and his hands wouldâve shaken all the same. Joel felt a current pulse through him as he slid the lid off.
Then he just stared.
His eyes widened.
âThatâsâŠâ
âExactly what I have been trying to give you all night!â You laughed. The sound was light, not derisive or cruel.
When he looked up to you, your cheeks were as full and high as heâd seen them all dayâyou were smiling so big.
That made him think that this wasnât a joke. Or a dream.
Surely his brain couldnât have contrived both the most perfect, blinding smile on your face and a slim, white, pink-capped little stick with a â+â on the screen at once.
It still hadnât hit him completely, though, so he blinked.
âReally?â His voice was hoarse. Vacillating.
âReally.â Yours was more certain. Happy.
And, while the truth of it was slow to seep in, Joel knew he couldnât waste another moment. He didnât thinkâjust pulled you in and squeezed you to him as tight as a vice. He couldnât thinkâthe rush of his blood in his ears and the puffs of your breath and the clatter of that positive pregnancy test in its box, discarded, were all too much.
As soon as he squeezed, your next breath was a sob.
âI meant to tell you, Joel. I meant to. IâmâŠIâm sorry.â
Your confession came out muffled against his chest, though Joel heard it all with total clarity. In a blink, he had you drawn back a little, just so he could hold your face and search your gaze with his own in a wide look.
Before he could even speak, he saw the tears welling up, as if coming from nowhere. You were still trying to smile.
âItâs been weeks. SinceâŠsince my period. I justââ With a wince that couldâve shredded Joelâs insides in two, you went on, ââI couldnât stand disappointing you again.â
The same way heâd felt. Why you couldnât tell him.
âBaby, hey, noâ no. No, no, no. Please donât say that.â
It was all Joel could do to keep his own emotions at bay.
âAfter the last time, and theâ and the way you looked so happy at the thought of being a dad, IâŠIâŠhad to be sure. Maria got me a test, and we triple-checked.â You sniffled.
Moving to wipe at tears as if any of this was your fault. Joelâs thumbs only grew more fervent in their path to smear the moisture away, and his head kept shaking back and forthââNo, sweetheart, thatâs not on you. Donât even think that. Come here.ââas he tried to be a comfort. He couldnât be happier. He hoped you were too. While tears engulfed his hands, he hoped you would be.
Even if his bones were old and his knees were weaker than he wanted them to be; even if you couldnât count on two hands how many years stretched out between you and the decades made it seem like forever to the people in town. Even if this baby was the first, and last, you had.
Joel just wanted you happy.
It was all he could ask to have.
âWeâre gonna be parents,â you said, half in awe.
You blinked harder and more tears slid down, but the look behind them was brighter. Your eyes were on his.
âWeâre gonna be parents,â Joel repeated, âYou and me.â
Then he pinched your puffy, wet cheeks, pictured a baby that looked the tiniest bit like you, and he had to lean in. He kissed slower than he meant toâhad to savor you.
A baby.
His baby.
Your eyes were a little wider when he pulled away.
âHappy with your present, daddy?â you teased.
Joel blinked, and he thought of the dozen-odd boxes he had laid out under the tree downstairsâall for you to unwrap in the morningâand he realized then that you had him soundly beat in the gift department that year. Though none of what heâd bought could even hope to hold a candle to what youâd given him tonight, there were still ways to try and make it up. Say thank you.
âI love my present. And I love you.â Joel answered softly.
And just as you smiled, were about to slide back under the covers and tell him you loved him just as much, he grabbed your ankle. Started to lower himself after you.
Your eyes widened more.
âJoel Miller.â
His smirk widened right back.
âOne more present before bed?â
You mightâve rolled your eyes, but you let him climb over you just the same. You felt his weight shift over yours, sensed a familiar stir in the depths of your body, and peered up to meet a matching smile you knew youâd find.
Joel was beaming from ear to ear like this was the luckiest day heâd lived to see. Like he couldnât wait to show how glad he was to be a dadâover and over again.
âJust wanna make sure we made itâŠstick, yâknow?â
He was grinning now. Gently laying you down.
You sighed, smiled, and spread your legs.
âToo late. Youâre stuck with me, Miller.â
âYeah? I like the sound of that.â
âWhat?â
âStuck.â
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Insatiable + Viktor
Synopsis. You bring Viktor home from a long day in the lab. He wakes up and finds himself needing you.
A/n. No specified gender/genitalia of reader.
Viktor ignored the small voice in his head that tried to tell him to go home. âJust a few more minutes,â he murmured aloud. His fingers tinkered with the project in front of him.
âWhatâd you say?â
Viktor whipped around to see your lanky build leaning against a desk. He relaxed as you tilted your head with your familiar smile. âI- I missed you, my darling,â he whispered, rising to his feet. He hobbled into your arms and felt his weight sag against you. âI didnât realize how tired I am.â
You shushed him and carded your finger through his hair. âIâve been telling you, V. You need to care for yourself,â you coo into his ear. He relaxes completely, leaving you steady on your feet with his freakishly tall body in your arms. âBut I admit, I love taking care of you.â
Viktor exhaled shakily. âY/n?â
You hum.
He nuzzles his face into your neck and breathes in your scent. âWill you take me home?â
âOf course, my love.â
Itâs the middle of the night when Viktor wakes, arms latched onto your strong form. Visions of the dream previously flickering behind his eyelids make him pant heavily as he looks down to see his pelvis grinding down  between your legs.
âFuck,â he croaks, wrapping his arms around your neck as he degrades himself for taking advantage of you while you slept. âIâm sorry, my lover.â
Viktorâs hips move slightly fast as your hands unconsciously grip Viltorâs waist. âY/n, please.â
You blink awake. Viktorâs pathetic humping had been the actions to wake you instead of his quiet pleads. âYouâre so needy,â you inform him wryly. Your head fell back to the pillow under you. âI canât even sleep without-â
âY/n, I need you,â Viktor pleads, leaving kisses from your exposed neck all the way up to your eyelids. âPlease give me what I need.â
Viktorâs hips stutter. His breath catches in his throat as your hands trace down his back to squeeze his ass. âYou have me right here, Vik. Take what you need,â you coo in his ear.
At your breathy words, Viktor whines as he pistons his hips down. âPle-Please y/n,â he whimpers. âTalk to me, tell me- tell me Iâm yours.âÂ
You look at the famous, world-renowned scientist in front of you and wonder how you were blessed with the ability to turn him into the pitiful, whining, horny man in front of you. âYou need my voice, is that it? I love how much you need me Viktor⊠I love you, Viktor.â He smothers a particularly loud groan by shoving his face into your shoulder. âOh, you like that, donât you? You donât need to tell me, V. I know what my good boy likes.â
Just to tease him, you buck your hips up to grind onto his core. âY/n!â He cries out, chasing your heat. âFuck,â he whines.
âSo reactive,â you murmur absently. âYouâre doing so well, Viktor, so good for me.â
âPlease, y/n, I need you. I ca-I canât cum without you.â Tears leak from his eyes as his movements turn jerky and desperate. âHelp me, please.â
You click your tongue. âOh, Vik. This is how I feel when youâre off in your lab every day and every night. Iâm showing you mercy by just being here, my love,â you tell him. âIf you make yourself cum right now, I promise Iâll fuck you so good you wonât know any other words than thank you,â you coo. He sinks his teeth into your flesh as he gets closer to his orgasm.
âIâm going- Iâm- y/n,â Viktor rambles as his hips unceasingly grind on you. âY/n!â
His arms tighten around you as he spills his cum into his pants. Viktor is temporarily free from the pain in his leg as his legs twitch. âI love you,â Viktor slurs in your ear, feeling you roll on top of him. âI need moreâŠâ
You pull away from him to see how pretty he looks underneath you. The moon glinted in his eyes, and his list was evident in his gaze. As your nimble fingers unbuttoned his pants, you let him pull you back down to his lips in a lazy kiss. âInsatiable,â you chide when you pull away for air.
Viktor pulls your shirt off of your body. âI just crave you. In every way, all the time, unceasingly.â
You chuckle and grasp his chin. âI love you too, Viktor.â
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Everything's Ruined
Christmas Special đ
Hanni x Male Reader
word count: 10K
The room glows with the warm, soft buzz of Christmas lights tangled messily over the mantle and around the windows. Music hums in the backgroundâa lazy mix of holiday classics and some throwback pop songs someone thought was ironic. Youâre sunk deep into the couch, a heavy glass of whiskey and eggnog dangling loose in your hand. Itâs late, the party is only half over, but everyone is already wasted, even though they're just chilling now; a handful of half-drunk bodies lounging, half-assedly debating the virtues of Die Hard as a Christmas movie.Â
Then thereâs Hanni.
Sheâs curled up next to you, except "curled" isnât right. Sheâs drapedâlike she forgot personal space was a thing about three drinks ago. Her dark hair tumbles over her face as she tips her head back in a laugh thatâs way too loud for whatever dumb joke someone just made. Her cheeks are flushed, probably from the wine sheâs been inhaling all night, and when she looks at you, her eyes are glassy and warm, like youâre the most hilarious person alive just for existing.
Thing is, Hanniâs your best friendâthe one person you're not supposed to have these feelings for, but with the alcohol in your system and the way sheâs leaning into you now, all flushed cheeks and that stupid, glassy smile, itâs getting real fucking hard to remember why.
âGod, youâre so fuckin' cute,â she slurs, and you blink. She doesnât seem to notice, just scoots closer, swinging her legs over your lap like sheâs staking territory. âYouâre my favorite, you know that?â
You snort. âYou tell me that every time youâre wasted, Hanni. Get some new material.â
She pouts, sticking out her lip in this over-the-top cartoon way that somehow makes you grin like an idiot. Her weight settles heavier against you, and yeah, youâre feeling that whiskey warmth in your veins too. Her hand wandersâinnocently enough at firstâover your shoulder, across your chest, then down to rest right at the edge of dangerous territory.
âIâm serious this time, though!â She pokes your chest like sheâs trying to prove a point. âYouâre the only person who gets me, yâknow? LikeâŠfuck, dude, if you werenât my best friend, Iâd probably marry you.â
That pulls a laugh out of you, sharp and incredulous. âWow, what an honor. Thanks for the consolation prize.âÂ
Hanni leans forward, her face inches from yours now, her breath sweet with wine and whatever sugary cocktail sheâs been nursing all night. âI mean it, asshole. Youâre likeâŠeverything.â Her voice drops, softer now, and she smirks, but itâs the kind of smirk thatâs all affection and none of the usual bite. âYouâre my fucking rock.â
You feel something twist low in your gut. âShit, Hanni, who knew wine turned you into a Hallmark card?â you say, trying to keep it light.Â
She bursts into giggles, doubling over, her face pressed to your chest. Her ass shifts on your lap, and you freeze for a second becauseâfuckâher skirtâs hiked up just enough for you to feel the heat of her through the thin fabric. Hanni doesnât notice, or maybe she doesnât care, because sheâs too busy tracing lazy patterns over your stomach now, her touch just shy of intimate.
âYâknow what sucks?â she mumbles, tilting her head up to look at you, her hair sticking to her damp forehead. âYouâre too good for me. Like, no joke, you should be with someone hot, not stuck babysitting my drunk ass.â
You raise an eyebrow, trying not to focus on the way her thighs are pressing into yours or the flash of bare skin where her sweaterâs ridden up. âWho says Iâm stuck? Maybe I like babysitting your drunk ass.â
Her face softens in this way that makes your chest feel too tight. She shifts again, pressing closer, her lips brushing the shell of your ear when she whispers, âThatâs why I love you.â
Itâs teasing, almost playful, but thereâs something heavier underneath, something that makes your pulse spike. Youâre about to say somethingâmaybe a joke, maybe something stupidly earnestâbut then someone across the room yells out, âAlright, last call for shots!âÂ
Hanni perks up immediately, her attention snapping away from you. âHell yeah! Letâs fucking go!â she yells, hopping up so fast you almost spill your drink.
As she stumbles off, you exhale, leaning back into the couch, trying to will away the heat simmering low in your stomach. Itâs just Hanni, you remind yourself. She gets like this when sheâs drunkâtouchy, emotional, saying all kinds of shit she wonât even remember tomorrow. But fuck, if she isnât beautiful, with her tiny frame and those absurdly thick thighs that make no goddamn sense on someone her size.Â
You shake your head, draining the rest of your drink.Â
â
What began as a quiet night spirals into that perfect mess of booze and laughter, the kind of chaos that only happens when no oneâs watching the clock or counting drinks. Someoneâs wearing a Santa hat and nothing else but a pair of boxers. Someone else decided the fake Christmas tree would make a great dance partner, and now half the ornaments are shattered on the floor. You and Hanni are still on the couch, her body leaning heavily against yours as you both wheeze-laugh at something dumb on the TVâa claymation Rudolph looking suspiciously baked out of his red-nosed mind.
At some point, Hanni grabs the half-empty bottle of wine from the coffee table and lifts it in a mock toast. âTo you, bestie,â she slurs, words spilling out like syrup. âThe only motherfucker who didnât ditch me when I got kicked outta karaoke night last month.â
You roll your eyes, reaching to take the bottle from her before she spills it. âYou got kicked out because you tried to sing âWAPâ like it was a gospel hymn, Hanni.â
âIt was art, you heathen,â she shoots back, but her pout barely lasts before her face splits into a grin. âBut seriously. Youâre the real MVP.â
âYouâre so full of shit,â you say, laughing as you set the bottle safely aside. âBut thanks, I guess.â
Time keeps sliding, blurring at the edges. Someone takes an Uber home. Someone else starts snoring under the coffee table. By the time you look around again, the roomâs mostly empty. Itâs just you, Hanni, and the sound of some low-budget Christmas movie droning in the background. Hanniâs slumped sideways against you, her head resting on your shoulder. Her breath is soft, wine-sweet and warm, and when you shift slightly, she groans.
âYouâre not leaving, are you?â she mumbles, voice thick with the haze of too much alcohol. Her hand tightens on your arm like a sleepy cat staking its claim.
âNah, Iâm good,â you say, but the sight of her like thisâsoft and unguardedâmakes something in your chest clench. âYou, on the other hand, canât even sit up straight. Youâre not going anywhere.â
She blinks up at you, her eyes unfocused but shining, like sheâs trying to process your words. âSo what? I just crash here?â
âNo,â you say, patting her leg. âMy place is closer, and I donât trust you not to wander into traffic if I send you home.â
She snorts, the sound loud and ungraceful. âAw, look at you, being all responsible and shit. Youâre such a dad sometimes.â
âShut the fuck up,â you mutter, but thereâs no heat behind it. âCâmon, letâs get you sorted.â
You help her to her feet, and she wobbles, gripping your arm like itâs the only thing keeping her upright. After saying goodbye to your friends, somehow, you manage to guide her the short distance to your apartment, both of you giggling like idiots the whole way. By the time youâre inside, her sweaterâs sliding off one shoulder, and her hairâs a mess, but she looks at you with this sleepy grin that makes your head swim worse than the booze.
You sit her down on the couch, and she flops back like sheâs about to take a nap right then and there. âGod, your couch is so comfy,â she murmurs, kicking off her shoes.
âItâs a couch, Hanni, not a five-star hotel,â you say, but youâre smiling anyway as you sit down next to her.
For a while, itâs quiet. The kind of quiet that comes when the partyâs over, and the city outside is muted under the weight of night. Hanni shifts closer, curling her legs under her, her knee brushing yours. She looks at you, and thereâs something in her gaze nowânot just the drunken haze, but something deeper. Something youâve been trying not to notice all night.
âI meant what I said earlier,â she says, her voice soft but steady.Â
You frown. âWhat? That Iâm cute?â
She nods, biting her lip like sheâs bracing for impact. âYeah. That. And the part about loving you.â
Your chest tightens, and you let out a short, breathless laugh, trying to break the tension. âHanni, youâre drunk. Youâre gonna forget this by tomorrow morning.â
âFuck that,â she says, sitting up straighter now, her face inches from yours. âYou think I donât know how I feel? Youâre my best friend, yeah, but alsoâŠyouâre more. Youâve always been more.â
Her words hang there, heavy and undeniable. Your pulse thrums in your ears as she leans in, her lips brushing yours, tentative at first. Then it deepens, and all the air seems to vanish from the room. Her hands slide up your neck, her fingers tangling in your hair, and before you can think, youâre kissing her back, your hands gripping her waist like sheâs the only thing keeping you anchored.
When you finally break apart, her lips are swollen, her breath hitching as she looks at you like youâve just answered a question sheâs been too afraid to ask.
âThis is so fucking stupid,â you whisper, but youâre already leaning in again, your lips finding hers as the tension between you snaps like a live wire. She climbs onto your lap, her thighs pressing against you, and you donât even care that youâre both still drunk. The couch groans under your combined weight, but neither of you notice, too caught up in the heat of the moment.
âWe shouldâbedââ you manage to mumble between kisses, and she nods, her lips trailing down your jaw.
Somehow, you make it to the bedroom, the clothes leaving a haphazard trail in the hallway and inside your room. By the time you hit the mattress, both already naked, itâs not just excitement buzzing through youâitâs the quiet, electric realization that this is happening, and thereâs no turning back.
The bed creaks beneath you both, the springs protesting as Hanni sprawls out on her back, looking up at you with a mix of hazy confidence and nervous vulnerability. Her cheeks are flushed, hair a wild mess against your pillow, and sheâs biting her lip so hard youâre half afraid sheâll draw blood. You hover over her, your hands on either side of her, just taking her in for a moment. This is Hanniâyour best friend, your partner in crimeâand right now, she looks like a fucking dream, her legs parted slightly, the curve of her hips begging for attention.
âYouâre staring,â she says, voice low but teasing, and she reaches up, cupping your jaw with one hand. Her fingers are warm, soft, her thumb brushing over your cheek. âI know Iâm hot, but damn.â
You laugh, short and breathless, shaking your head. âFuck off, Hanni. Youâre not gonna ruin this by talking shit.â
âOh, Iâm totally gonna talk shit,â she replies, her grin sharp but faltering slightly when you dip your head, pressing your lips to hers again. The kiss is slower this time, deeper, and when you nip at her bottom lip, she gasps into your mouth, her hips shifting beneath you.
Your hand finds her side. Her skinâs soft and warm, and when your palm grazes the swell of her breast, she lets out this soft, needy sound that goes straight to your cock
âGod, youâre so fucking impatient,â you murmur against her lips, but your toneâs more affectionate than mocking. Your hand slides down, over her tummy, then you pause, your fingers resting just above where you know sheâs burning for you.
âDonât,â she whispers, her voice barely audible. Her eyes lock on yours, and for a moment, you think sheâs gonna back out, but then she smirks. âDonât fucking tease me.â
âWell, now I have to,â you say, rubbing your fingers on her mon pubis.
âAsshole,â she breathes, but her words catch in her throat when your fingers find her slick folds. Sheâs soaked, and the realization sends a rush of heat through you. âOh, fuckââ
âShit, Hanni,â you say, your voice rough with a mix of awe and lust. âYouâre fucking dripping.â
Her laugh is shaky, more like a breathy moan. âYeah, wellâŠyouâre taking your sweet ass time about it.â
âPatience is a virtue,â you reply, but your fingers are already sliding lower, brushing over her clit. The reaction is immediateâher body jerks, her hips pressing up into your hand as a strangled moan escapes her.
âFuck, fuck, fuckââ she chants, her words tumbling out as your fingers circle her clit, slow and deliberate. âJust like thatâoh, god, yeah, like thâoh fuck!â
Her voice cuts off as you slide one finger into her, her walls clenching around you like a vice. You add another finger, curling them slightly, and the noise she makes is obsceneâhalf a gasp, half a moan, her head tipping back against the pillow.
âYouâre so fucking tight,ïżœïżœïżœ you say, your voice low and rough. âHow the fuck are you this tight?â
âShut up,â she groans, but thereâs no real bite to her words. Her hands grip the sheets like theyâre the only thing keeping her grounded as you start moving, your fingers pumping into her at a steady rhythm.
Her hips roll against your hand, desperate and needy, and when your thumb brushes her clit again, she practically cries out. âOh my godâyesâjust like thatâfuck!â
âYeah?â you ask, grinning as you lean down, your lips grazing her ear. âYou like that, Hanni? You like the way Iâm fucking you with my fingers?â
âYesâfuck, yesââ she gasps, her voice breaking as her body arches off the bed. âDonât stopâdonât you fucking dareââ
Her words dissolve into moans as you pick up the pace, your fingers fucking her harder, faster. You can feel her tightening around you, her breath hitching, her entire body trembling as she teeters on the edge.
âCome on, Hanni,â you murmur, your lips brushing her temple. âLet go for me. I wanna feel you cum all over my fingers.â
Her response is incoherentâa garbled mix of your name and cursesâbut then sheâs coming apart, her back arching, her thighs trembling as her pussy clenches around your fingers. Her moan is long and guttural, her hands flying to your shoulders as she rides out the waves of her orgasm.
âFuckâfuck, oh my godââ she pants, her chest heaving as she comes down, her body still shivering under your touch. You donât stop, not yet, your fingers slowing but staying inside her, coaxing out every last aftershock.
When you finally pull your hand away, her eyes flutter open, and she looks at you with a dazed, fucked-out expression that makes your chest tighten.
âHoly shit,â she breathes, her voice shaky. âThat wasâŠâ
You smirk, leaning down to kiss her, your lips brushing hers lightly. âWeâre not done yet.â
Before she can respond, you slide down the bed, positioning yourself between her legs. You press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, your hands spreading her open, and she gasps, her hands flying to your hair as your tongue flicks over her sensitive clit, licking through the mess sheâs left behindâsweet, sticky, and fucking intoxicating. Hanniâs trembling beneath you, her thighs twitching every time your tongue grazes her clit. Her fingers are tangled in your hair, tugging just hard enough to sting, and you canât tell if sheâs trying to push you away or keep you there forever.
âJesus fuck, youâre gonna kill me,â she gasps, her voice breathy and half-wrecked, like sheâs been screaming at a concert all night. âIâmâoh godâs-sensitiveââ
You pull back slightly, grinning against her skin. âYeah? Sensitive, huh? Youâre the one who keeps pulling me closer.â
âShut up,â she snaps, but her words falter when you press your tongue flat against her, slow and wet, dragging it from her entrance to her clit. Her body jolts, a sharp inhale cutting her off. âOh fuckâstop talking and justââ
âWhat? Just this?â you interrupt, sucking her clit into your mouth, your fingers digging into her thighs to keep her in place when she tries to squirm away. Her reaction is immediateâher back arches off the mattress, her head tossing back against the pillow.
âFUCKâyes, like thatâoh my god, just like thatââ she chokes out, her voice rising and falling with every flick of your tongue.
You pull back just enough to murmur, âYou taste so fucking good, Hanni. I could eat you all night.â
She groans, throwing an arm over her face, her voice a mix of exasperation and raw need. âYouâre such a goddamn showoff.â
âAnd you love it,â you reply, sliding your tongue back inside her, savoring the way she clenches around it. The cream left behind from her last orgasm coats your lips, and you lap at it like a man starving, dragging out every broken moan she gives you.
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â she stammers, her hands gripping your hair like a lifeline. âIf you keep doing that, Iâm gonnaââ
You pull back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, grinning up at her. âGonna what? Cum again? Already?â
Her glare is half-hearted, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. âYouâre insufferable.â
âAnd youâre dripping,â you shoot back, crawling up her body until your face is hovering over hers. You kiss her, slow and dirty, letting her taste herself on your lips. When you pull back, her eyes flicker down between your bodies, and her breath hitches.
âHoly shit,â she whispers, and you follow her gaze to where your cock is pressed against her stomach, hard and heavy. âThatâsâŠuhâŠâ
âWhat?â you ask, smirking. âBigger than you expected?â
She bites her lip, her cheeks flushing as her eyes dart back to your face. âI meanâyeah, kinda.â
You laugh, the sound low and rough as you reach down, guiding her onto her hands and knees. âDonât worry. Youâll take it.â
She lets out a nervous laugh, glancing over her shoulder at you as you position yourself behind her. âConfident much?â
âYouâll see,â you say, running the head of your cock along her folds, teasing her just enough to make her hips jerk back toward you. âFuck, Hanni, youâre so wet. Youâre gonna take me so good.â
Her response is a shaky moan, her hands gripping the sheets as you push inside her, slow and steady. The stretch is immediate, her body tightening around you like a vice, and you grit your teeth, fighting to keep control.
âOh my god,â she gasps, her voice high and breathless. âOh fuckâyouâreâfuck, youâre hugeââ
âYeah?â you say, gripping her hips as you sink deeper, inch by inch. âYou like it, donât you?â
âFuck, yesâdonât stopââ she groans, her head dropping forward as you bottom out, your hips flush against her ass. You stay still for a moment, letting her adjust, your hands smoothing over her waist, her back, the curve of her ass.
âYou look so fucking good like this,â you murmur, giving her ass a firm squeeze. âAll spread out for me.â
She lets out a soft laugh, glancing back at you with a dazed smirk. âYouâre so full of yourself.â
You donât bother replying, instead pulling back and snapping your hips forward, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. Her gasp turns into a cry, her body rocking forward with the force of your thrust.
âFuckâyes, just like thatââ she moans, her voice muffled as her face presses into the pillow. You pick up the pace, your grip on her hips tightening as you fuck her harder, each thrust sending shockwaves through both of you.
You raise one hand, bringing it down on her ass with a sharp slap. The sound echoes in the room, and she cries out, her walls tightening around you. âShitâyou like that?â you ask, spanking her again, harder this time.
âFuckâyesâdo it againââ she pants, her voice ragged. You oblige, your hand coming down on her ass until itâs red and warm under your palm. Sheâs a mess beneath you, moaning and writhing, her body arching every time you spank her.
Your grip tightens on Hanniâs hips as you feel her starting to unravel. Her moans spill out in frantic, breathy bursts, her voice trembling under the pressure of everything building inside her. Sheâs trying to keep her balance, her arms shaking as she holds herself up, but youâre not making it easy. Every thrust has her lurching forward, her ass bouncing back to meet you, her body completely giving in to the rhythm youâve set.
âShitâfuckâoh my god, Iâm so close,â she stammers, her voice climbing higher, more desperate with every word. Her hands claw at the sheets, bunching the fabric into her fists as you slam into her again, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room.
âCome on, Hanni,â you growl, your breath hot against the sweat-slicked curve of her back. Your hand dips between her legs, fingers finding her clit and circling it in sync with your thrusts. âI can feel it. Youâre right there, arenât you?â
âYesâoh god, yes,â she cries out, her voice cracking as her hips buck against your hand. âDonât stopâdonât you fucking stopââ
You donât. You keep your pace steady, unrelenting, the wet sounds of her slick pussy growing louder, more obscene, until finally, she snaps. Her whole body locks up, her head tossing back as a scream tears out of her throat, raw and broken.Â
âOh fuckâfuck, fuck, fuckââ she chants, her thighs trembling violently as her orgasm rips through her, wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure. Her walls clench around you like a vice, trying to pull you deeper, but you hold still, grinding into her just enough to prolong her high. Her moans turn into whimpers, then gasps, her body sagging forward as she rides out the aftershocks.
When she finally collapses, her chest heaving against the mattress, you canât help but grin. âOh Hanni,â you murmur, sliding out of her slowly, your cock still hard and aching, slick with her arousal. âYou looked so fucking good just now.â
She turns her head, her hair sticking to her flushed, sweaty face as she glares at you halfheartedly. âShut up,â she mutters, but her voice is shaky, her body still twitching with the remnants of her orgasm.
âNah, I mean it,â you say, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of her neck, tasting the salt of her skin. âYouâre fucking perfect like this.â
Her response is a muffled groan into the pillow, and you laugh, flipping her onto her back before she can complain. Her legs fall open instinctively, and the sight of her laid out beneath youâskin flushed, chest rising and falling rapidlyâmakes your cock twitch.
âIâm not done with you yet,â you murmur, positioning yourself between her legs. Your hands slide up her thighs, pushing them further apart as you line yourself up with her entrance. She looks up at you, her lips parted, her eyes hazy but full of something that goes deeper than just lust.
âGod, youâre so fucking cheesy,â she whispers, but thereâs no bite to her words. If anything, she looksâŠsoft. Open. Like sheâs waiting for something only you can give her.
You push into her slowly, watching her face as you fill her inch by inch. Her lips fall open, a soft gasp escaping her as her body stretches to accommodate you. âOh fuck,â she breathes, her hands coming up to clutch at your shoulders. âOh my god, youâreâfuck, youâre so deepââ
âYeah?â you ask, your voice rough as you bottom out, your hips flush against hers. âFeel good?â
âFuck yes,â she moans, wrapping her legs around your waist to pull you closer. âGod, you feel so fucking goodââ
You start moving, your thrusts slow and deliberate, dragging your cock out almost all the way before slamming back into her. Her head tips back, her nails digging into your shoulders as she moans unabashedly, her voice filling the room. âYesâfuck, just like thatââ
You lean down, bracing yourself on your forearms so youâre hovering over her. Your lips find hers, swallowing her cries as you pick up the pace, your hips snapping against hers harder, faster. She breaks the kiss first, gasping for air, her hands sliding into your hair to tug you closer.
âI love you,â she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of your bodies colliding. Her eyes meet yours, wide and shining, and the vulnerability in her expression makes your cock throbs. âFuck, I love you so much.â
You freeze for a second, but the way sheâs looking at youâlike youâre the only thing keeping her tethered to the earthâit's enough to drive you crazy. âHanni,â you murmur, your voice breaking as you start moving again, slower this time, each thrust deep and deliberate. âFuck, I love you too.â
Her breath hitches, and she pulls you down into another kiss, her legs tightening around you as if sheâs trying to fuse your bodies together. âDonât stop,â she whispers against your lips. âDonât ever stop.â
"I won't," you groan, your cock throbbing inside her tight, wet pussy as you grind deep. Her walls flutter around you with each slow, deliberate thrust, and you can feel how close she is to cumming. You press your forehead against hers, maintaining eye contact as you fuck her with long, measured strokes.
"You feel so good wrapped around my cock," you tell her, your voice rough with emotion. "So fucking perfect, Hanni. Love how wet you get for me."
She whimpers, her nails digging into your shoulders as her hips buck up to meet yours. "Only for you," she gasps. "Nobody's ever made me this wet before."
The admission makes your cock twitch, and you reward her with a particularly deep thrust that has her crying out. "Yeah? Tell me more, baby. Tell me how good I make you feel."
"So good," she moans, her pussy clenching around you. "Your cock fills me up perfectly. Feels like you were made for me."
You kiss her hard, swallowing her moans as you pick up the pace slightly. Your tongue slides against hers as you fuck her deeper, harder, but still maintaining that intimate connection. Her tits press against your chest with each thrust, her hard nipples dragging against your skin.
"Love these perfect tits," you growl, breaking the kiss to trail your lips down her neck. You suck hard enough to leave marks, wanting everyone to know she's yours. "I love how they bounce while I fuck you, how they get so hard for me."
Hanni arches her back, pressing her chest more firmly against you. "Please," she whimpers. "Touch them, suck on them, anything!"
You shift your weight to one arm so you can cup one of her tits, rolling the nipple between your fingers as you continue to thrust. "Like this, baby? Like having your tits played with while I fuck your tight little pussy?"
"Yes!" she cries out, her walls clamping down around you. "Fuck, I'm getting close!"
"That's it," you encourage her, lowering your head to take her other nipple into your mouth. You suck hard while still pinching and rolling the other one, your cock never stopping its steady rhythm inside her. "Want to feel you cum all over my cock. Want to feel how tight that pussy gets when you lose control."
Her hands slide into your hair, holding you against her breast as you continue to suck and nibble at her sensitive flesh. "Oh god, oh fuck," she pants, her thighs trembling where they're wrapped around your waist. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"
You release her nipple with a wet pop, looking up to meet her eyes again. "Never stopping, baby. Gonna keep fucking this sweet pussy until you can't take it anymore." You punctuate your words with a particularly deep thrust that has her seeing stars.
"Love watching you fall apart on my cock," you continue, your voice rough with desire. "Love feeling your pussy get wetter and tighter with each thrust. You gonna cum for me, Hanni? Gonna show me how good I make you feel?"
She nods frantically, her eyes glazed with pleasure as she stares up at you. "So close," she whimpers. "Just a little more, please!"
You shift slightly, changing the angle of your thrusts so your cock drags against her g-spot with each stroke. At the same time, you slide your hand between your bodies to find her clit, rubbing tight circles around the swollen bud.
"Fuck!" she screams, her back arching off the bed. "Right there, right fucking there!"
"Yeah? This what you need, baby?" You keep the pressure steady on her clit as you continue to pound into her g-spot. "Love how your pussy's gripping me right now. Can feel how close you are to cumming."
Her nails rake down your back as she writhes beneath you, chasing her orgasm. "Please," she begs. "Make me cum again, please make me cum!"
You lean down to whisper in her ear, your voice low and rough. "Cum for me, Hanni. Show me how good my cock makes you feel. Want to feel that tight little pussy squeeze me while you cream all over my dick."
That does it. With a sharp cry of your name, Hanni's orgasm crashes over her. Her pussy clamps down around you like a vice as she cums, her whole body shaking with the force of her release. You can feel her cream gushing around your cock, making everything even wetter and slicker as you continue to fuck her through it.
"That's it, baby," you groan, fighting against your own need to cum as her walls milk your cock. "Fuck, you look so beautiful when you cum. Love watching you lose control like this."
She's babbling incoherently now, a stream of "fuck" and "yes" and your name falling from her lips as her orgasm continues to roll through her. Her pussy is practically convulsing around your cock, making it incredibly difficult to hold back your own release.
But you manage, wanting to draw out her pleasure as long as possible. You stay buried inside her for what feels like forever, your bodies pressed together, sweat mingling, her legs still wrapped tightly around your waist. Hanniâs breathing slows gradually, her chest rising and falling against yours as her trembling subsides. You brush her hair out of her face, tucking the damp strands behind her ear, and she gives you this sleepy, satisfied grin that makes your chest ache.
âYouâre gonna ruin me, baby,â she mutters, her voice soft and teasing, her fingers trailing lazily over your back.Â
You chuckle, nipping at her jawline. âPretty sure I already did that.â
âShut up,â she murmurs, but thereâs no heat to it. She shifts slightly, wincing when your cock twitches inside her, still rock hard. âJesus, are you still ready to go?â
âCanât help it,â you reply, smirking as you grind against her, making her gasp. âYouâre fucking addictive, Hanni.â
She groans, covering her face with one hand, but when she peeks up at you through her fingers, her eyes are gleaming. âOkay, fine. My turn.âÂ
You raise an eyebrow. âYour turn for what?â
âTo make you cum, dumbass.â She pushes at your chest until you roll onto your back, letting her straddle you. Her thighs press against your hips as she sits back, your cock still buried deep inside her. She bites her lip, her hands sliding over your chest. âGod, youâre fucking huge. I can feel you all the way in my stomach.â
âYeah?â you say, your voice rough, your hands finding her waist. âYouâre taking me so fucking well, Hanni. You're absolutely perfect.â
âDamn right I am,â she says, smirking as she starts to move, slow and deliberate, rocking her hips in a way that makes your breath catch. âFuck, youâre so deepâŠâ
She sets a rhythm, her hands braced on your chest, her body rolling against yours with a lazy, drunk confidence. The sight of her above youâhair a mess, lips swollen, her tits bouncing with every moveâhas you gripping her hips like sheâs the only thing keeping you grounded.
âShit, Hanni,â you groan, your head tipping back against the pillow. âYouâre gonna fucking kill me.â
Her laugh is breathy, almost mocking. âGood,â she says, picking up the pace, her thighs slapping against yours with every bounce. âYou deserve it.â
Her movements get sloppier, needier, her breath hitching every time your cock hits that spot inside her. And then, out of nowhere, she starts talkingâdirty, raw, and absolutely unhinged.
âGod, I can feel you so fucking deep,â she moans. âYouâre gonna ruin me, you know that? Youâre gonna fuck me so full I wonât even be able to walk tomorrow.â
âFuck,â you hiss, her words going straight to your cock, making you buck up into her. âKeep talking, baby. Fucking say it.â
With your request, Hanni rides you with a desperation that feels almost animalistic, her hips slamming down onto yours like sheâs trying to bury you even deeper inside her. Every bounce makes her tits jiggle, her nails scraping against your chest, leaving angry red trails that sting just enough to keep you tethered to reality. But just barely. Youâre so drunk, so fucking drunk, that every sensation feels magnified, her heat, her tightness, the wet sounds of her cunt taking you over and overâitâs all you can focus on.
âFuckâoh fuckâyouâre so fucking deep,â she continues, her voice raw and slurred, her head tipping back as she grinds against you, her clit brushing against the base of your cock. âI really can feel you in my fucking stomachâgod, youâre ruining meââ
You groan, your hands glued to her waist, guiding her movements as she slams down onto you again and again. âYouâre so fucking tight, Hanni. I can barely moveâyouâre gripping me so fucking hard.â
Her moans grow louder, more frantic, and when she leans forward, her lips grazing your ear, her voice drops to a sultry whisper that shoots straight through you like lightning. âYouâre gonna cum inside me, arenât you?âÂ
Your breath catches, your hands tightening on her hips. âWhat?â
âYouâre gonna fucking fill me up,â she says, her teeth nipping at your earlobe. âI can feel you, babyâyouâre so fucking close. I want it. God, I need it.â
âJesus fucking Christ, Hanniââ Your head falls back against the pillow, your grip on her hips almost bruising now as she speeds up, her thighs slapping against yours with every bounce. You can barely form a coherent thought, let alone a reply, because all you can hear, all you can feel, is her.
âI want you to breed me,â she breathes, her words spilling out like she doesnât even care how insane they sound. âI want you to fill me so fucking full I can feel you leaking out of me for days.â
You choke on a groan, your hips bucking up into her so hard it makes her gasp, her nails dragging down your chest. âFuck, Hanniâyouâre out of your goddamn mind.â
âAnd it's all your fault,â she shoots back, her voice dripping with lust as she smirks down at you. âYou know you drive me crazy and still insist on teasing me. Tell me the truth: youâve been dying to cum inside me all night, havenât you?â
âShitââ Your voice cracks as she grinds her hips in slow, teasing circles, her walls fluttering around you like she knows exactly what sheâs doing. âYouâre fucking insane.â
She leans down, her hands braced on either side of your head, her breath hot against your face. âMaybe,â she whispers, her voice trembling but full of wicked intent. âBut youâre gonna give me what I want, arenât you?â
Her lips crash against yours before you can answer, swallowing your groan as she slams down onto you again, her movements frantic and unrelenting. The angle shifts just enough to make your cock hit that perfect spot inside her, and she breaks the kiss with a scream, her body convulsing as she clings to you.
âFuckâfuckâfuck yesâjust like that,â she babbles, her words spilling out in a breathless rush. âYouâre so deep, so fucking deepâI want it, baby, I want you to cum inside me. Pleaseâfuckâplease, I need it.â
Her pleading sends a shiver down your spine, and you feel your control unraveling, your body tensing as the pressure builds, white-hot and unbearable. âShit, HanniâIâm gonnaâfuck, Iâm so closeââ
"Yes, yes, fucking breed me!" she begs, voice breaking as she slams herself down harder. "Fill this tight pussy up with your hot fucking cum. I need you to knock me up so bad. Pump that thick cum deep in my womb!"
Her dirty talk drives you wild. Your hands grip her waist, helping lift and drop her onto your throbbing shaft. Her pussy is absolutely drenched, making obscene wet sounds each time she takes you to the hilt. The way her walls grip and massage your cock has your eyes rolling back.
"Gonna cum," you grunt, feeling your balls tighten. "Gonna flood that tight pussy."
"Do it! Fucking do it!" She starts grinding and circling her hips, stimulating every sensitive spot. "Give me every last drop. Want your cum dripping out of me for days!"
Your orgasm hits like a tsunami. Your cock pulses violently as you start shooting thick ropes of hot cum deep inside her. But she doesn't stop - if anything she fucks you harder, determined to milk out every single drop.
"Oh fuuuuck!" you moan as she keeps bouncing through your orgasm. The stimulation is almost too much on your sensitive cock but she won't let up. Her pussy walls contract rhythmically, literally sucking the cum out of you.
"I can feel it," she pants, eyes glazed with lust. "So much hot cum filling me up. Keep cumming for me, baby. Give me more!"
The continued stimulation has you seeing stars. Your cock is so sensitive it almost hurts but the pleasure is mind-blowing. She grinds down hard, working her hips in circles as she milks out another surge of cum.
"Such a good boy," she purrs. "Giving me all that potent cum. Gonna put a baby in me with all this hot fucking seed."
Your whole body trembles as she continues riding. More cum spurts out with each bounce, making wet squelching sounds as it mixes with her juices. She's absolutely relentless, using your cock like her personal cum extraction tool.
"Please," you gasp, overwhelmed by the intense stimulation. "Fuck, Hanni!"
"Just a little more," she moans, her movements getting erratic. "Want every last drop inside me. Need all your cum breeding my tight little pussy!"
Your eyes roll back as another orgasm crashes through you, smaller but just as intense. She cries out in triumph as she feels the fresh surge of cum, her own orgasm making her pussy convulse around your oversensitive cock.
"Fuck yes! Breed me, breed me, breed meeee!" She collapses onto your chest, still grinding slowly. "So much cum... You give me so much cum, baby⊠can feel it so deep..."
Your cock gives a few final weak pulses, completely drained. She finally stills but keeps you trapped inside her, her pussy occasionally squeezing as if trying to coax out any remaining drops.
"Mmm, your cum is so hot, baby," she sighs contentedly. "Filled me up so perfectly. Gonna keep all this hot cum inside me until it takes."
You can only lie there panting as she nuzzles your neck, your thoroughly milked cock still twitching inside her cum-flooded pussy.
You wrap your arms around her, holding her close, and for a long moment, neither of you says anything. The room is silent except for the faint hum of the city outside and the sound of your uneven breathing. Everything feels still, heavy, like the world just stopped to let you exist like this.
Then Hanni snorts.
It starts quiet, just a soft huff against your chest, but it builds quickly, bubbling up until sheâs full-on giggling like a kid who just got caught doing something stupid. Itâs contagious. Youâre laughing too, your head tipping back into the pillow, your chest shaking beneath her.
âWhat the fuck are we even laughing at?â you wheeze, running a hand through her damp hair as her giggles turn into full-blown cackles.
âI donât know!â she gasps, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. âI thinkâI think itâs justâholy shit, we actually did that.â
You grin, wiping at her face with the pad of your thumb. âYeah, we fucking did. And now I canât feel my legs, so thanks for that.â
âDonât even,â she shoots back, propping her chin on your chest and glaring at you playfully. âYouâre the one who fucked me so hard I saw stars.â
âYeah? Youâre welcome, then.â You wink at her, and she groans, burying her face in your chest again, her laughter muffled against your skin.Â
When she finally calms down, she tilts her head up to look at you, her expression softening. âHey,â she says quietly, her fingers brushing over your jawline. âI wasnât kidding earlier, you know. I love you.â
Her words hit you like a sucker punch, but not in a bad way. Itâs more like someone just flipped a switch inside you, lighting up every dark, unspoken corner of your heart. âFuck,â you murmur. âI love you too, Hanni.â
She beams, her smile so wide and genuine it almost makes you forget how fucking trashed you both are. âThat wasâshit, that was the best sex of my life,â she says, shaking her head in disbelief. âLike, no contest. Hall of Fame level.â
You snort. âSame. And thatâs saying something, because I once hooked up with this girl whoââ
âDonât you fucking dare finish that sentence,â she interrupts, smacking your chest lightly. âDonât ruin the moment!â
âFine, fine,â you say, grinning as you squeeze her waist. âMoment un-ruined. But seriously, you were fucking amazing.â
She smirks, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of your neck. âDuh. I know that already.â
âGod, youâre impossible,â you mutter, but your smile doesnât falter.Â
She yawns suddenly, the sound soft and innocent, and you raise an eyebrow. âYou good? Wanna hop in the shower or something before we crash?â
Her nose wrinkles immediately, and she shakes her head. âFuck that. Iâm not moving an inch. We can sleep like thisâsweaty, sticky, whatever. I donât give a shit.â
You laugh, shaking your head as you pull her closer, tucking her against your side. âYouâre such a goddamn gremlin.â
âAaand-youuu-loveee-it,â she mumbles, already half-asleep, her voice muffled against your chest.Â
âYeah,â you whisper, your hand running up and down her back. âI fucking do.â
Then, finally, the alcohol and exhaustion hit you both like a fucking truck, pulling you under faster than you expect. You drift off together, her body warm and soft against yours, her breath slow and steady in your ear. Itâs messy and stupid and probably the worst decision youâve ever made, but for now, it feels like the best thing in the world. You fall asleep like two reckless, drunk kids who donât know any better, and for a little while, everything feels perfect.Â
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It's like the first morning in purgatory.Â
You stir first, the throbbing in your skull dragging you out of unconsciousness. Your mouth is dry, your limbs heavy, and every movement feels like wading through molasses. You blink against the pale light leaking through the blinds, your vision blurry, the pounding in your head relentless. Beside you, Hanni lets out a soft groan, still half-buried in the covers, her hair a wild mess against the pillow.
âFuckâŠâ you croak, your voice rough as sandpaper. âWhat the hell happened?â
Hanni stirs, her face scrunching up in discomfort. âWhy does my brain feel like itâs on fire?â she mutters, her words muffled against the pillow. She shifts slightly, the sheet slipping down to reveal bare shoulders. âWaitââ
She freezes.
Your eyes snap fully open, the fog in your head clearing just enough to process what youâre seeing. Hanniâs eyes go wide, darting between your face and the sheet draped haphazardly over your waist. âWhy the fuck are we naked?â she asks, her voice pitching higher, panic seeping into her tone.
You wince, the sound drilling into your already aching skull. âIâuhââ You glance down, seeing your bare chest, then feel the cool air against your equally bare ass under the sheets. âShit.â
Her hands fly to her own chest, clutching the blanket against herself as if thatâll undo whatever the fuck happened. âDid weâŠ? Oh my god, did we fuck?âÂ
You sit up slowly, your head spinning. âI donât know! I meanâŠâ Your brow furrows as fragmented memories start piecing themselves together. Her riding you, her breathless moans, the way she beggedâfuck, fuck, fuck. âOkay, maybe. Yeah, probably.â
âProbably?â she snaps, sitting up too quickly and clutching her head. âFuck, my brain feels like itâs gonna split in half. Okay, but likeâwait.â Her voice falters, her panic mounting as her eyes search your face. âDid youâdid you, uh, cum inside me?â
You freeze, the question hitting you like a brick to the face. âWhat?â you ask, stalling for time as your headache roars back to life. âI donâtâŠfuck, I donât remember. I was so wastedââ
âOh my god,â she interrupts, her voice trembling as she throws off the covers and sits back on her heels, her hands flying between her legs. She winces, her fingers brushing something sticky, and when she pulls them back, her face goes pale. âOh my fucking god. I can feel it. Itâsâitâs dryâholy shit, you really came inside me!â
Your stomach twists violently as the memories come flooding backâthe heat of her body, the way she clung to you, the way you spilled into her so deeply it felt like youâd never come back up for air. âShit,â you mutter, dragging a hand down your face. âOkay. Fuck. Yeah, thatâŠdefinitely happened.â
âOn Christmas?â she nearly shrieks, clutching the sheet around herself like itâs some kind of moral shield. âYou knocked me up on fucking Christmas? Are you fucking kidding me?â
âWhoa, whoa, hold up!â you say, raising your hands defensively. âFirst of all, technically it was on Christmas Eve. Hmm, although there is a big chance it could have happened after midnight, I think we got here pretty lateâŠâ Hanni looks at you as if contemplating the idea of committing murder. âOh, second and most importantly, nobodyâs knocked up yet. It doesnât happen that fast!â
âYeah, but you fucking came inside me!â she shoots back, her voice a wild mix of fury and panic. âWhat the hell were we thinking? Why the fuck didnât we use a condom?!âÂ
âI donât know, Hanni! We were drunk off our asses! I barely even remember half of last night!â You gesture vaguely at the room, at the scattered clothes and the bed completely messed up. âI mean, look at this shit. Does this look like the scene of responsible decision-making?â
She glares at you, her hands still clutching the sheet tightly. âOkay, well, what the fuck do we do now? The pharmacies are probably closed. Itâs Christmas! Do you think thereâs some magical 24/7 Plan B hotline we can call? Hey, Santa, got any emergency contraceptives in that bag of yours?â
Her sarcasm slices through the tension, and despite the mounting panic, you canât help but laughâa short, bitter sound. âYeah, letâs just write to the fucking North Pole. âDear Santa, I was very naughty last night. Please send condoms and a time machine.ââ
She doesnât laugh. Sheâs too busy pacing now, muttering under her breath as she tries to piece together a plan. âOkay, okay, maybe thereâs a convenience store open somewhere. Orâfuck, do I know someone who could have contraceptives? No, thatâs stupidâgod, Iâm so fucking stupidââ
Hanni moves like a whirlwind, her body tense and her face set as she grabs her scattered clothes off your bedroom and hallway floor. She doesnât look at you, doesnât even glance in your direction as she yanks her sweater over her head and hops into her underwear with sharp, jerky movements. Youâre sitting on the edge of the bed, the sheet pooling around your waist, watching her with growing agony.
âHanni, will you just fucking stop for a second?â you say, your voice low but urgent. âWe need to talk about this.â
âTalk about what?â she snaps, still not looking at you as she grabs her jeans. âAbout how we were too drunk and stupid to use protection? About how I might have a goddamn Christmas baby on the way? Yeah, sounds like a super fun conversation.â
You sigh, scrubbing a hand over your face. âCome on, donât do this. We can figure it out togetherââ
âThereâs nothing to figure out!â she interrupts, finally turning to face you, her expression a volatile mix of anger and panic. âIâm going home. I needâI just need to think. Alone.â
âAlone?â you repeat, standing up, the sheet slipping off your waist. âYouâre seriously just gonna leave? What if youââ
âIâll find a pharmacy,â she says quickly, cutting you off again. âIâll take care of it. I just⊠I canât fucking deal with this right now, okay?â
âHanni, please,â you say, stepping closer, reaching out to grab her arm. âDonât shut me out. Iâfuck, I care about you. Weâll get through this together.â
She pulls her arm out of your grip, her jaw tight. âThatâs easy for you to say. Youâre not the one who could end up pregnant. Youâre not the one who has to wonder how the fuck you got here with your best friend.â
This unsettles you for a moment, but before you can reply, sheâs already slipping on her jacket, her hand on the doorknob. âHanni,â you say again, softer this time, your voice almost pleading. âStay. Please.â
She pauses, just for a second, her shoulders slumping. But then she shakes her head, her voice nothing but a whisper. âI canât.âÂ
And with that, sheâs gone, leaving you standing in the doorway, naked, hungover, and completely fucking lost.
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The next few weeks are a blur of radio silence and vague, clipped texts that feel more like placeholders than actual communication. Hanni texts you the morning after to say she found a pharmacy that was miraculously open on Christmas and took the pill, but thatâs it. No follow-ups, no calls, just short, impersonal messages that feel like theyâre written by a stranger.
You spend every day alternating between guilt, panic, and a weird, gnawing ache you canât quite name. Every time your phone buzzes, your heart races, hoping itâs her. Half the time itâs not, and the other half itâs just more of the same: Iâm fine. Just busy. Talk later.
When âlaterâ finally comes, itâs weeks down the line. Youâre sitting on your couch, staring blankly at some shitty Netflix movie youâre not even watching, when your phone rings. The sight of Hanniâs name on the screen jolts you upright, your heart pounding as you fumble to answer.
âHanni,â you say, your voice cracking slightly. âHey. Whatâsâwhatâs up?â
Thereâs a pause, and then her voice comes through, soft and hesitant. âI got my period.â
Relief floods through you so fast it almost knocks you over. âOh, thank fuck,â you mutter, leaning back into the couch, your head tipping back against the cushions. âThatâsâthatâs fucking great news.â
âYeah,â she says, but thereâs no relief in her tone. Just exhaustion. âIt is.â
You sit in silence for a moment, the weight of everything unspoken hanging between you like a storm cloud. Finally, you clear your throat. âCan I see you? Maybe we could grab coffee or something, just talk. I miss you, Hanni.â
She sighs, long and heavy. âI donât think thatâs a good idea.â
âWhatâŠ? Why not?â
âBecause,â she says, her voice breaking slightly. âBecause Iâve spent the last few weeks losing my mind, thinking about what might have happened, what did happen. Iâve been trying to figure out how the fuck we ended up here, and I still donât have an answer.â
âWe ended up here because we were drunk and stupid,â you say quickly, your words spilling out like a defense mechanism. âBut that doesnât meanââ
âThat doesnât mean it wasnât a mistake?â she interrupts, her tone sharper now. âBecause thatâs what I keep asking myself. Was this a mistake? Did we ruin everything for one fucking night of drunken stupidity?â
âHanni,â you say, your voice low and steady. âIt wasnât just one night. Donât pretend like you donât feel somethingââ
âOf course I feel something!â she snaps, cutting you off. âThatâs the fucking problem! I canât stop thinking about itâabout you. About your hands, your body, your mouth, your fucking cock. And thatâs why I canât see you right now, because if I doâŠâ She trails off, her breath hitching.
âBecause if you do, what?â you press, your chest tight.
âBecause if I do, itâs gonna happen again,â she says, her voice trembling. âAnd I donât know if thatâs a good thing or if itâs just gonna destroy everything we had.â
âWeâve already fucked up everything we had, Hanni,â you say quietly. âThe question is whether weâre gonna fix it or just throw it all away.â
She lets out a shaky laugh, bitter and broken. âI donât know if it can be fixed. I donât even know what it is anymore.â
âSo what?â you say, your voice rising slightly. âYouâre just gonna ghost me? Walk away from everything weâve built?â
âIâm not walking away,â she says softly. âI just⊠I need time. To figure out what I want, what we are, what we could be. I need to get over this before I see you again. Because if I donâtâŠâ
âI thought you loved me... I mean, you said that to me that night.âÂ
âI wasn't ready, you understand? Not really. This wasn't how I wanted it to happen⊠our first time, the confession of my feelings⊠I justâŠâ
She doesnât finish, but she doesnât need to. The weight of her words hangs heavy in the silence, suffocating you.
âWhen will I see you?â you ask.
âI donât know,â she replies, her voice cracking. âI really donât.â
âHannââ
The line cuts out, and youâre left holding the phone, staring at her name disappearing from the screen. The movieâs still playing, but it might as well not be.
You drop the phone, lean back, and close your eyes. Outside, the world moves on, but inside, itâs just silenceâheavy, empty, and endless.
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