#cw n s f w

[dios-favourite-simp]

Sleepy sex with Dio 😭

Naturally he's a vampire so he doesn't need sleep - his human pet however needs to rest. This man is insatiable though, and even after a few rounds of sex he's still raring to go.

Exhausted, you lay in his arms, panting against his wide chest. His cock is still buried inside you, your legs wrapped around his thighs to pull you close. He'll bottom out in this position.

Because he's so deep every rock of his hips stirs something deep in your belly. Dio will gently press the bulge in your stomach, other hand going to stroke your face soothingly.

He only ever let's you rest like this if he feels you've been good: expect purrs of praise and his warm breath against your neck.

[cinghialefedele]

That one day/night meme :)

[thekillingmoonmoon]

Hi Moon😊

For the mini drabble I have the song: morning coffee by hang øver, with Nanami from jjk!

hello hello, thank you for going along with my little game hehe

here you go

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Fem! Reader Warnings: NSFW, soft morning sex, unprotected sex. Very mild, and soft and warm. Nothing spicy here, folks Length: 923 words Song: Morning Coffee by Hang Øver

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Sunlight spilt heavenly softness through the window panes, filtered gently by the gauzy curtains that hung from the rails above. You woke with the bird song, the tune beckoning you out of bed and to the kitchen. A pair of golden arms tightened around you, his hands squeezing your hips as your lover stirred. “Good morning,” came the muffled rumble, his sun-kissed hair falling over your skin as he nuzzled into your neck. “Morning, Kento,” you said, turning onto your back so that Nanami could have access to your face. His nose nudged along your jawline and he sank into the crook of your neck, leaving soft kisses along your throat.

“You didn’t sleep well,” came his comment, not really a question and you sighed, blinking bad the bleariness from your eyes. You shrugged, “What can I do? I hope I didn’t disturb you,” you let your fingers fall through his hair, threading the flaxen strands through your fingers as dark, watchful eyes flickered up to look at you. “No, you didn’t. I just noticed you were uncomfortable,” he murmured dropping a kiss on your cheek and hairline. You sighed again, “I guess you’re not much of a heavy sleeper either,” you rubbed up Nanami’s bare back, revelling in the expanse of brown skin beneath your fingers.  “Comes with the job,” Nanami grumbled into your hair and you chuckled, feeling him tighten his arms around you as the air escaped your chest. He settled himself fully on top of you, your legs on either side of his narrow hips. He began to kiss your neck, pulling away before sucking gently at your skin.

 “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, laying love sweetly over your skin. You felt your cheeks prickle with heat, as they always did when Nanami complimented you, his word golden butterflies that settled in your lower stomach in a molten shimmer. You felt his length strain against his boxers, hard and warm against your inner thigh, and Nanami lifted himself onto his forearms. “I love you,” he said simply as if he had not given the world to you on a platter, as if he wasn’t handing over his still beating heart into your reckless care. “I love you too, Ken-“your words got cut off by an impatient kiss, Nanami’s fingers working through your hair to hold your head, pressing his lips to yours with a hum. “I know you do, darling,” he kissed the side of your mouth, littering kisses down your jaw and over your throat. His other hand slipped beneath your shirt, his old shirt, and his warm hand engulfed your breast, kneading and pulling at your nipple until your back arched into his chest. He sat back, taking the ends of your shirt with him, pulling the cloth over your hazy head and throwing the fabric to one side. You sat below Nanami, splayed and soft, completely vulnerable to his ministrations. His fingers ran along the seam of your panties, feeling over the spot of wetness where your slick had already soaked through the fabric. He pulled your underwear off in a flash, his fingers already working past your fluttering entrance before you could compute what was happening.

 “Ah, ah, Kento –“ you huffed, feeling him stretch and pull at your taut muscles, “Wanna cum on your cock,“ you pleaded and he smiled, leaning down to kiss you. His fingers pumped slowly into your velvet heat, sinking deep into the silken warmth as your slick gushed around him. He was only stretching you out, the flick of his wrist and scissoring of his fingers filling and fucking you. He brushed past the spot that had pressure building in your tummy, and he smiled as you twitched and trembled around him. Once he was satisfied, or too impatient, he stopped and shucked off his underwear, lining his hot length up with your entrance and spitting on his hand. You watched him as he sank into you, mesmerised by the slight drop of his jaw, the flickering of his eyelashes over his molten eyes. He sunk into you, inch by inch, filling you slowly until you were fit to burst. His forehead dropped, and he placed gentle kisses along your collarbones. You were tight, slightly underprepared and addicted to the feeling of Nanami flush against your walls. Eventually, he moved, pumping into you at a languid pace. The sun caught the droplets of sweat on your skin, and light scattered throughout the room, filled with the muted sound of your skin against his, your cunt taking his cock.

You were quick to reach climax, filled to the brim with gold as Nanami whispered featherlight praise into your skin. You clenched down on his cock, your cunt constricting as you grew closer to the edge. Nanami was quick to catch this, and his thumb began making rough circles around your clit.

You spilt out in a fluttering of golden light, your body full of warmth and tingling all the way down your spine. You came gently, with Nanami swallowing his own name down from your drunken lips. He came soon after, filling you up with his cum until it trickled out, and you sighed, satiated, sated.

“Good girl,” Nanami murmured, kissing your cheeks and panting mouth. He pulled out of you with a groan, and after grabbing a warm washcloth from the bathroom, wiped you down until you were clean.

 “Rest some more, my love,” he whispered into your hair, “I’ll come to wake you when the coffee is ready.”

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[dhalsimxhonda]

HONSIM : LATE FOR BED

SUMMARY … edmond waits for dhalsim … getting home late isn’t good when it comes to trust, but it’s good for pleasures .

CW … vaginal sex, nipple play, riding, orgasm, smoking (mentions of lung cancer), cursing, boypussy .

CHARACTERS … edmond honda and dhalsim .

AU … singer x film maker au

A/N … just going to post this from ao3 as a an apology for not posting often .

edmond lightened his cigarette after wearing his bathrobe, with impatience in his eyes. everything the japanese man wanted was nothing but spending time with his husband. why so late? he’s supposed to be in bed. why is it so stupid to smoke before bedtime? sure, he brushed his hair and everything. but waiting for his husband to return home safely is a different story. all that edmond wanted was to see his face. but all the things dhalsim would say, “i’ll be home tonight at twenty-three” would always be a lie.

he was supposed to stop smoking after dhalsim told him it was not good for his lungs. but sure, honda seemed to harm himself to forget about the lies spoken in his husband’s mouth.

“i’m home, darling.” the familiar voice came as edmond easily recognized. oh, he thought. it’s dhalsim. he already heard the door getting locked and the keys placed on the kitchen counter.

the old man came through the room quickly as edmond blew his smoke. dhalsim sighed and immediately snatched the cigarette. “what did i tell you about smoking? you could get lung cancer.”

edmond sighed. “i’m smoking because i’m waiting for ya. mind tellin’ me why ya came late again?” dhalsim looked at himself from the mirror as he played the jukebox. “i had a drink while thinking of you. all men and women are so boring… you should’ve come with me.”

“anything you want to ponder about?” edmond asked as the singer took his jewelry and earrings off. “nothing important. just tequila. any films as of recently?” dhalsim turned his head around. “nah,” the japanese replied. “i’ve been waiting for ya to come. thought of filming how beautiful ya are without those clothes.”

as dhalsim hummed the music in response, he took his rings off. “dirty brain? unhinged?” he asked. “naughty man…”

edmond smirked and stood off the bed while he walked closer to dhalsim. “show me yer voice, it makes me horny...” he looked into dhalsim’s eyes with the look of pleading to take off his clothes. the singer nodded and brushed edmond’s wet hair with his fingers, continuing to hum the song from the jukebox. as the japanese unbuttoned dhalsim’s silk shirt and jeans, he began to kiss dhalsim’s nipples with no hesitation.

“h-honda…” dhalsim pleaded while humming his song as the japanese kept sucking on those small boobs that made the singer tingle. he moaned with his lips quivering and body trembling from the cold air conditioning. it’s time to put on a good show, he thought and stopped kissing his husband’s nipples with saliva running like a bridge. “ride onto my pussy until you can’t sing anymore.”

dhalsim looked and quickly took off his husband’s bathrobe as the japanese man divorced his legs. such good views, white eyes, and brown eyes stuck on each other. such naughty eyes they got to meet at every step. dhalsim placed his hands onto edmond’s pussy lips carefully to make sure where to put himself and frot. “whenever you’re ready.” edmond spoke.

after getting on top of his vulva lips, dhalsim let out his beautiful hums again while beginning to thrust him. the singer kept his gaze on his husband, even if he would rather close his eyes and sing or moan like a pathetic old man.

“sing for me, dhalsim.” edmond commanded as the yoga master listened and let out his moanings while continuously frotting his husband…

edmond still listened to the melody from dhalsim’s pleasuring lips. the lustful singing gets louder as the japanese man rests his hands on his husband’s skin. he smirked with the blush on his cheeks, making dhalsim feel good. “sing.”

edmond continued his thrusting with dhalsim. “sing for me, slut.” he recalled as the singer rasped and sang with his mind and heart out. the japanese rests his head on the pillows, blushing heavily with the grunts of his trembling lips. astonishing voice, dhalsim’s humming and moans were like edmond’s music. “s-sing for me, my dhalsim.” the japanese breathed.

dhalsim moaned his husband’s name, still thrusting with his husband’s pussy like a good man. “ah, honda..” edmond arched his back softly, carefully caressing dhalsim’s thighs. “you’re a natural, dhalsim…” he moaned softly. “don’t ya wanna cum with me?”

“fuck, just keep going, edmond! call me every word you think…” dhalsim breathed. “we’re not done singing together.”

the singer rode his husband’s clitoris, circularly thrusting as he kept moaning his husband’s name. “what a pathetic man. it’s what he deserves.” edmond gripped dhalsim’s hips tighter, leaving scratched marks on his fingers. such a bruise that dhalsim wanted all along. he’ll get the japanese man going whenever he wants to. dhalsim made edmond his.

“i’ll forever make you mine, dhalsim-kun.” edmond’s lips quavered, eyes rolled back as his husband continuously moaned his name. “sing me that one melody again.”

“i’m your property, darling.”

“damn right.”

all gentle assurance, keeping dhalsim in hold with his orgasm, the japanese man could hardly wait and do it together. the singer cried out one last time, with pleasure and lost on reality. he’s thinking of his husband more than worrying about a single damn thing about the singing rehearsals.

“scream for me, dhalsim.”

the two of them gave their one last thrust, reaching their climax together, cumming onto each other’s pussy. dhalsim huffed, as his vision turned black, collapsing onto his husband’s body. edmond sighed as he swallowed his saliva, remaining to touch his singer’s thighs.

“you know how to sing for me, dhalsim-kun. why must hide it from me?”

the singer sighed and caressed the japanese man’s cheeks. “because it’s a terrible secret.” dhalsim smiled as edmond kissed his husband’s forehead… whether honda thinks that it’s a terrible secret or not, feeling dumbfounded with a secret? over a career?

but he decided that it was better off to not question it and play it off that he didn’t hear about it.

[promiscuousderg]

lineart babes~ the whole image is done, but im gonna whip up a shortfic to go with it before i post it.

[three-strikes-of-void]

GUESS WHAT TROUNT FANS I JUST FINISHED A FIC!!

[obeisnce]

@gunfckd​. / ft. V A L T E R. && W O L F G A N G.

         𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑨𝑻. isn’t that what they used to say?? back when there were nine lives to be had and existence didn’t hang in such a precarious balance. in this new world, survival is a privilege and mistakes are CONSEQUENTIAL. all it takes is one. vienna knew the risks of venturing outside the walls of the camp, especially on her own, but she’d ignored the voice of reason in her head screaming at her to turn back. despite her best intentions to navigate herself away from danger she got lost anyway and ran herself straight into it instead. rabbit heart thumping in her chest, trembling hands raise in surrender to the stranger she’s stumbled upon looking none too friendly, particularly with a gun in his hands. she’s not so naïve to not know there’s dangerous men best suited for these end times and even upon first glance the man stood opposite her strikes her as the type. ❝    wait !! please don’t HURT me,    ❞ the blonde pleads. trying to ignore the lump caught in her throat. ❝    i’m not trying to cause any trouble. i’m just — i’m just trying to get back to my CAMP.    ❞ slowly inching backwards, the girl’s so singularly focused on what’s in front of her that she doesn’t think to look behind and lets out a sharp yelp as her back suddenly collides with the chest of a new stranger. heart sinking to the depths of her stomach as she whips around and is faced with just as menacing a presence as the one looming behind.

[dios-favourite-simp]

dio pet play but He is the pet i beg 🤲

You pull the leash taught, the collar around Dio's neck pulling his head back to look into his eyes. His face is unusually flushed. It's not often you get to see him in this position, on his hands and knees with a gag in his mouth and collar tight around his thick neck. You lay a hand on his ass, slowly stroking down to cup his balls and feeling his drooling cock twitch in response.

"You're so pretty like this, my lord," you state, leaning against him and kissing his forehead.

He twitches his face away, huffing indignantly.

"now, now," you purr warningly, pressing the thick head of the strap against his exposed ass, "I thought you agreed to be good for me today?" You tantalisingly nudge the ring at the very base of his cock, reminding him you could take it off at any time, but only if he stopped being a bratty asshole.

Dio glares at you, wordlessly grinding himself against it. He'd never admit in a thousand years how much he enjoyed being fucked like this, but his wanton moans and how hard he'd cum every time was enough for you to know he wanted more. Being restrained like this - under a mortal, no less - was embarrassing. It made his cock nearly painfully hard.

Tutting, you pull your hips back. "You have to be good if you want me to fuck you, my lord," You reach forward and pull the gag out of his mouth "do you want me to fuck you?"

All he gives you is a stern glare from under his arm and a grunt.

You chuckle "I couldn't hear you, pet" you say condescendingly, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back to look at you properly: the look in his eyes is sinful "do you want to get fucked or not?"

He can't help but moan shakily, desperately pressing his ass into your hips "yes~" he drawls.

The both of you had been at this for nearly an hour, the vampire pressed beneath you getting needier by the minute as you'd edge his now desperate cock and pet his head. Of course he still had an attitude - this was Dio - so you'd frequently had to administer some light reprimands by dragging out the edging longer and longer, slapping his ass and peppering his neck, chest and thighs with bites.

"How bad do you want it?"

Your hand finds its way to his throbbing dick, slowly gliding along the silky skin and letting it drool precum into your waiting palm. Smirking, you pull your hand up to his pretty face, pushing your fingers into his mouth and making him taste himself. He lewdly sucks on your fingers.

You scoff at his lewd display, deciding to reward him.

Splashing some lube against his waiting hole you push in with ease, the thick strap on gliding along his walls and eliciting a deep, delicious moan from his throat. Your smaller hands grip his waist, stroking his hard body before finding their purchase at the junction between his torso and legs.

He loved this position, so you're able to start thrusting within a short amount of time. You bottom out, slowly pulling back about half of the length of the large strap before slipping it back in, movements slow and deliberate. He wants you to bend him in half and rail him, but you've decided to save that for later.

"Harder," he grunts, gripping the sheets.

"pets only speak when spoken to," you snap, looping the leash around your hand and pulling, he chokes out a strained moan as your hips thrust forward sharply, your other hand slapping his thick ass hard.

Dio arches his back, the supple curves and divots of his muscles making your cheeks heat up a bit as they ripple beneath his white skin. Running your hands over his body, feeling up the solid planes of his torso, you press your chest against him, moving your hips faster.

The moans coming from the huge vampire beneath you are sinful, to say the least - the deliberate thrusts of your hips bringing him closer and closer to the edge. The leash around his neck has been abandoned, you've taken you simply grabbing the collar itself and pulling it back hard. His eyes are hazy with pleasure, trying to focus on you but failing.

"Beg," you spit, clamping your teeth down on his flushed, pointed ear. This makes him whine, his voice strained against the painfully tight collar.

"P-please," Dio pants "let me cum, please,"

Hearing his broken voice, full of pleasure and close to the edge, snaps something inside you. Your languid thrusts snap to rough ones, the slapping of skin on skin loud and hot. You fist his cock, desperately throbbing in your hand, and are rewarded by what can only be described as a squeal.

He cums hard, painting the bedsheets with his spend, his asshole tightening around the thick strap. You slam your hips into him, grinding deep, hard inside of him as he rides out his orgasm. When he's finally done, he's limp and shaky beneath you.

You gently pull out with a satisfying pop, lube dribbling down his shivering thighs. Pressing against him, you plant gentle kisses on his tender neck, unfastening the collar and letting his head drop.

"Good boy~" you purr into his ear, eliciting a haughty grunt from the vampire. Even after being fucked like a cheap whore he's attempting to maintain his air of superiority, which makes you laugh at him lovingly.

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sorry it took me so long to get to u!!! as you can tell I'm a fan of subby Dio, sometimes the big vampire man needs to be put in his place 😔🫴

[cinghialefedele]

Every time I worship you, my mouth is filled with honey...

Full pic on twt here~

[kaeloo]

[thekillingmoonmoon]

For the ask game i propose: "What You Need" by The Weeknd with .. drum roll .. Toji. hehe ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

hello ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

Pairing: Fushiguro Toji x Fem! Reader Warnings: NSFW, manhandling, oral, slapping, Length: 665 Song: The Weeknd – What you need (slowed and reverb)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You wanted sweetness. You wanted roses and heart-shaped chocolate, a white-picket fence life and a heart to call home. You wanted a cup of coffee every morning, steam lined windows with hearts drawn in the condensation. You wanted gentle, murmurings of your name softly falling from a reverent mouth, praying your praises to the heavens above. That was not what you needed.

What you needed was rough, a smile split by a scar, hunter’s eyes devouring you like prey. What you needed was to be thrown around, put in your place and then some, made to fall apart until you were nothing but an aching, molten mess. And you got what you needed with Toji, feeling him bite and suck at your clit below you, his low grunts and wily tongue already sending you over the edge. His tongue sunk deep into your cunt, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he devoured your pussy like it was his last meal. You were close to cumming, already twitching and trembling from the intense ministrations of Toji’s tongue and teeth and lips. He had you splayed on you couch, bare from the waist down, barely inside the front door of your apartment. Your ripped panties hung from your ankles, lacy and white, torn asunder by his bare hands.

You bucked your hips against his hands, earning yourself a heavy slap to the thigh. “Quit squirmin’,” he huffed, steadily stretching you out and squelching thickly in your cunt, preparing you for his heavy cock. You mewled, back arching as you came, slick gushing around his crooked fingers as he worked you through you high. You were barely given time to recover before he dragged you upright and bent you over the couch, spreading your legs and slapping your ass.

“There’s my pretty pussy,” He rumbled, three fingers still hooked inside your push folds, working at a steady rhythm, pumping in and out, in and out. You were dizzy, turned topsy turvy by his hazy hands, drunk on the warmth that radiated from your very core.

You needed him, needed the high only he could bring.

He pulled his cock free from his jeans, thumbing over his slit whilst he spread your slick along his length.

“you ready for my cock, doll?” he teased your entrance, slowly sinking his cock deep into your sweet cunt. He rocked you back heavily onto him, watching the way your folds swallowed him whole, greedily holding onto his hot length as he pistonned into you. Your slick trickled into the space between you, sweet and sticky, forming a white ring around his cock. He pumped into you, pushing pressure onto that spot that has you seeing stars, falling forward into oblivion in a tight spiral of love and lust. He tugged you back hard onto his cock, skin slapping skin throughout the silent room, broken by your light whimpers. You could almost feel him in your chest, hot and twitching, hard and unyielding as he bullied his way into your pretty cunt. He tugged you back, his chest to your back, your tiptoes skittering over the floor. He slung an arm around your neck, his rough hand finding your throat and pressing on it gently. He reached around and started rubbing his thumb over your sloppy clit, pushing and pushing until you toppled over the edge into a hot, sticky mess. You spiralled, stars spilling from your spine as static filled  your limbs,

“That’s it, babygirl, cum for me,” Toji grunted, his pace not slowing, knocking you forward until you were nothing but a ragdoll in his arms, using your body for his own pleasure until he came with a groan and spurts of white warmth filled your lower abdomen.

Yes. You wanted sunshine, and softness, sweetness. But you needed him. Needed the harsh slap of his skin on yours, the rough bruises he left on your body, the desperate marks he painted over your skin with his mouth. You needed Toji.

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[dhalsimxhonda]

HONSIM ; A BABY ?

SUMMARY … after a nice lovemaking sex, dhalsim decided to surprise edmond with a miracle they’re prepared for .

CW … semi nsfw mentioned (mdni) , mentions of sex , & t-mpreg .

CHARACTERS … edmond honda & dhalsim

SETTING … a year after street fighter alpha 3

A/N … first prompt of 2024 , but now what you’re expecting on . i needed to come up with a theme to make it as a late prompt for valentine’s day . another quick note is that both edmond and dhalsim are trans in this prompt and this is for my au lore for these two . but i hope you like it <33

edmond honda taps out of the coffee, making sure it gets hotter from a cold morning. every day, they wake up and they’re all freezing. not even a sunny day until 9 am can stop the sumo wrestler from making coffee. he’s a little bit sore, but at least he’s happy to get his lovemaking sex with dhalsim from a bet. so sweet as a good man to thrust inside him is a beautiful thing in their name of love. with consent makes it so much better, making sure when to stop while agreeing to make the next step in their lives. that’s edmond, the sumo wrestler to gave all his love to his husband. he begins his sipping coffee as he sits down on his kitchen counter.

behind edmond, dhalsim placed his hands on his husband’s shoulders, giving him a small kiss on his cheeks. “good morning, darling.” the yoga master chanted. “did you sleep okay?” the sumo wrestler responded. “yeah, i bet ya slept okay too. i am a bit sore, but i enjoyed every minute of you in my arms every day. i can make some rice today for you.” dhalsim brushed his husband’s hair with his hands. “you don’t need to do this, darling. you still need rest until your body recovers. i can make it quicker for you.”

“maybe later. besides, all i want is us together. we will pick up our child in the afternoon from your parents.” the sumo wrestler continued to drink his coffee. “perfect. just like how we planned…” something inside of dhalsim is the need for him to speak up. “everything okay?” edmond asked as dhalsim looked away. “yeah, i’m fine.” he felt the urge to have a serious talk. in what way, you may think. nothing major about street fighting. it’s finally time for dhalsim to talk with edmond about his surprise. “what is it?” he asked as he stood up closer to his husband. “you can tell me.”

with a deep breath, dhalsim finally responded. “i had the best night of my life.” edmond was confused at first, but with a smile, he held his hand. “what happened?” he asked. “i did it.” the yoga master handed edmond a small pregnancy test that caught his eyes and it hits him with a realization. “you don’t mean… you’re pregnant?” he asked while dhalsim nodded his head. “yes. we’re having a baby.” he replied. the sumo wrestler double-checks the test and suddenly smiles. dhalsim is right, the test reached positive. “you’re kidding!” his smile brightened as he hugged his husband gently as spun around. “oh my god! we’re having a baby!”

the husband smiled as dhalsim chuckled. “we have to tell datta about this later! we’ll become a wonderful family as street fighters, dhalsim-kun!” edmond finished as they both kissed each other on the lips once more.

[yourgirlsarchived]

           “My goodness! You carried the twins so well, I would probably waddle around in just my pajamas. Motherhood certainly suits you.” 

[screampied]

Imagine riding choso so good that he feels like he's the one who's going to get pregnant

☆ cw. fem! reader, reverse cowgirl, overstim, premature ejac, spanking, milkin’ him, breedīng, mdni.

“h- holy shit..” choso’s eyes widen, leaning back against his fluffed-out pillows. you’re straddling him in reverse, being in the prettiest fuckin’ arch he’d ever seen as you’re playfully wriggling your ass against him. just a few more centimeters and your dripping cunt would’ve been stuffed full of his aching cock. it’s veiny, and multiple veins throb from the lanky sides with pre-cum decorating his ruby tip. “you look so pretty in t.. this view,” he nearly choked on his breath, openly staring at the way your ass continued to still itself to hover over his length.

“tell me when to start, baby,” you softly hum, both hands of yours planting deep in the velveteen sheets. they create a print as your palms sink into the mattress, and your sopping cunt’s so teasing. with a tiny shimmy of your hips, you start to smear your entrance over his tip and you could hear him loudly sucking his teeth.

with a deep, protracted sigh, choso’s hand traces over the outline of your rear - so pretty. he stares at its shape from all angles before feeling his dick twitch the second you arch your back further. “you can start,” he shakily murmurs, and once you gradually start to plop yourself down on his cock he loses it. as his hooded eyelids start to droop, he lets off a soft whine once his cock’s slowly delving inside, pushin’ past the tight ring of your hollow entrance. “o- oh my god, your pussy’s gonna kill me.”

“hng-” you let off a quivering moan, biting the inside of your cheek once it takes him a few seconds to successfully bottom out. choso’s thick, and with the slight add of a prodding curve to his dick, you felt him expand everywhere. in you and through you.

he’s lean ‘n tall, easily fitting inside of your cunt like a puzzle piece.

choso’s got his bare hands glued to your hips the entire time, watching as your ass teasingly presents his pelvis with one big wet flop! choso groans, already feeling his knees starting to get weak at the stability of your greedy hips once you’re starting up a frenetic pace. “mhm, that’s it, baby. jus’ hold my hips.”

“god- you’re so hot,” he lets off a gruff huff, the tips of his ears burning over hundreds of degrees the moment you start to accelerate. your exposed backside was so pretty, especially in this position. choso stared at your jerking body - studying your tensing, flexing muscles and all of their glory. he can’t help but start to feel the inside of his mouth swelling up with salty saliva, and oh- he’s drooling already. “look back at me, princess. w- wanna see you while you ride me good.”

with a playful smile, you twist your torso just a bit to get a short glimpse of choso through your peripherals.

he’s so cute, slouched all the way back against the bed with the neediest pout plastered across his lips. he’s already sweating too - tears of sweat poured down the sides of his forehead and his usual ponytails were more unkempt than usual. “hi baby.” you mirthfully purr, and he grunts once he feels your rhythm starting to quicken. fuck, your hips were a menace.

“h…. hiii.” he hiccups, trying to smile but he only ends up moaning once his tip thrashes its way against your g-spot. right there, right-fuckin’-there, and you let off a small yelp. it’s so tender and choso starts to spasm underneath you. it was something about you riding him in reverse that made him lose his mind. the way you look back at him as you ride him to lewd oblivion, sexily tossing your hips in a circle with that cheeky grin on your sheeny lips—christ..

choso’s rock-hard abs through his white tee tenses against the fleecy fabric of his shirt and he moans. “f- fuck, don’t stop. don’t…fuckin’ stop—yeahhh, yeah like that,” and as your hips relentlessly smack back against him, nearly giving him whiplash, he whimpers. “ah. s- so warm inside, think ‘m hah- gonna make a…mess again, princess. y- your hips, ohmygoddd.”

and he’s just continuing to babble and ramble out all sorts of words with his hands still attached to your waist. he was holding on for dear life, never wanting to let go. choso’s cock dragged through your gummy walls through ‘n through, searching its way through every sloppy orifice and cavity..

you can see how his naturally drowsy eyes were already starting to roll back and his pretty pink tongue’s starting to loll out his mouth. oh- he was definitely drooling, all because of your sweet, sweet pussy. the grip you had was maddening, and each slam of your ass onto his pelvis had him whining out for more. dark thin brows of his crease into a crimped furrow as he’s trying to weakly guide your hips back into him. “mhm, touch me more baby. don’t be.. shy.”

you could feel how hesitant his fingers were, but he couldn’t resist allowing his hands to gently trace and explore down the outlines of your curves. “ughhh, i’m g- gonna,” and he pauses, letting off a husky groan the moment your ass rudely smacks back into him. it’s so impactful that for a second—the half curse was speechless. choso gasps, his eyes widening before he sobs out a crooning whimper. “faster, p…pleaseee. fuck me, r- ride it like it’s your princess. ‘m all yours, a-all yours.”

“s- shit,” you moan, snagging the edges of your teeth with your bottom lip. his dick’s steadily caressing your walls with his fat curve, locating and reaching every spot just to make you whine right with him. each pivotal thrust was killer, and you’re starting to puff out heaving breaths yourself.

choso’s fully laid back now as he watches your ass bounce itself up and down on his length before he starts whimpering again. he sounds so pretty the entire time too—

just babbling out sweet nothings, chanting your name over ‘n over as his swinish hands greedily try to reel your hips back into him. he’s addicted, and your hypnotic rhythm had him hungry for more. choso could almost taste his incoming release—syrupy pollen that’s slowly but surely salivating on his parched flat tongue.

“m..mngh,” he grunts, giving your ass a soft spank. he hears you playfully ‘oooh!’ at the swat of his hand and choso’s cock twitches inside of you. “wanna marry your hips. ‘m gonna…marry y-your hips, baby,” he starts rambling again, moaning at the speed of your rotating ass.

each wet thrust sends him shivers an abrupt rabble of butterflies, and choso’s damn near fully fucked dumb before he starts to whimper aloud yet again. he’s soso sensitive. the wide tip of his reddened shiny tip continues to swirl its way around the bulb of your clit before within seconds later—he finally cums… hard.

“oh, fuuuck—fuck,” he lets out a gargled whine and the carnal squelches of your cunt slamming against his lap get louder. choso erupts like a violent volcano - active ribbons of his handmade lava slowly pumping inside of your deprived cunt. choso’s sharp breaths become raspy as he feels your hips coming to a devastating halt, and he licks his lips. “t- thank you, thank you, thaaank you baby.” and you didn’t even know what he was thanking you for.

choso’s eyes close as he’s still filling slimy thin clods of cum inside of your puffed pussy.

it’s hot - and you then bring a hand toward your left ass cheek, squeezing it while still gradually fucking back against him. you’re reaaaal slow, working your hips on his active cock that’s spilling so much from the tip and the twitching sides. choso grabs onto the back of the wooden creaking headboard, and his abs clench as he watches the mess start to dribble further down between your thighs. a white puddling mess of his seed that’s drooling straight out of your flooded cunt makes him moan. “b- baaaby..” he swallows thickly, his ravened eyes fixated on your pretty plump ass that’s perfectly arched over his lap. “hah- think you just…impregnated me.”

“cho, that’s not possible,” you tease, and he moans once the warmth of your cunt starts to fade the second you get up. right away, a sloppy string of his cum glosses onto your slick entrance as you ‘pop’ his dick from between your sprawled numb legs. you turn around, straddling him from the front now, before kissing the side of his twitching mouth. “i can’t impregnate you, silly.”

“o- oh! right… um,” he breathes, sticky black bangs running down his eyes.

choso grabs your waist, a thumb shamefully swiping down the center of your runny pussy. so . . much. he locks eyes with you for a long four seconds as you’re now grinding your drenched folds against his flaccid cock that rests on his tummy. choso cutely scratches his head, and he lets off a soft whine once you sneak a wet kiss on his rosy lips. “i mean- i can try to impregnate you then.”

with a hum, you nibble on his chin. “mhm, wanna test that theory then, baby?”

choso’s so cunt-drunk that’s he’s just entirely dumbfounded. intently, he’s staring right into your eyes—barely registering a thing you just said before he cups your chin, panting at the shocks of rapture. choso’s still faintly whining under his breath before he smears a thumb over your wet-slick lips, lovingly.

“l- let’s get married,” and you gasp once he gingerly spanks your ass, an inaudible sign for you to ride him again—this time from the front so he could visibly watch your pretty face. “make me a daddy, princess, w.. wanna be all yours. please..”

[dewitty1]

Googling how to make my boss just for me enough to risk his marriage, job, and reputation?

For a friend.

It's me. I'm the friend.

So remember me, the wanting to climb my boss like a fucking tree anon?

Well it faded a bit. But now it's back and fuck me I want him to fuck me so bad. We work at a fucking local school like this is so inappropriate l. Help. I feel like a freak and I can't tell anyone. I want to fuck the principal who's also my boss. Hahahahahaha. Just want him to slam me down onto his desk or up against his office door and just have his way with me. Fucking hell.

Hi Confession Nonnie,

I would say it's nice to see you, buuuut, I'm sorry?

Idk.

I apologize for sitting on this for a bit. I needed to think on it for a while, honestly.

I still think distancing, and distraction is a good idea. Also, I'm going say, therapy. Maybe not in the short term, but in the long run it will help, for you and your marriage.

I think in the short term you've got a lot of thinking to do. Be honest with yourself. Do you want your marriage to continue? Do you want to keep your job? Does the lust you feel overcome the love you had for your husband, and the need for the job you do?

If you don't honestly care about those things, for you or for your boss, then, shoot your shot with him.

I'm not an advocate of cheating. I'm really not, but if you can see no other way to scratch that itch (talking to your husband - role playing, open marriage maybe, idk) then there you go.

Mom is always here for you! HUGSSS! 💜💙 💚 💛 ❤️ 💗 💕 💖

Good luck with whatever you decide to do! Xoxoxo

[dios-favourite-simp]

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