#dont be a fuckin pussy

[feddy-34]

what an absolute coward

[harcove]

Complaining about too much Leon Sexual content is craaaazy… were all horny for him what is this slutshaming?? 💀💀

Sis you read what I said? The PROBLEM is that it's getting more and more illegal- girl, be horny all you want 💀💀💀💀💀 but if all of it is fucking rape and incest fantasy THERES A PROBLEM

[spotsupstuff]

idk how to describe it but ur art style works so well with ghosts and just generally other creepy or haunting (pun intended) figures i love it

thank you! it's been interesting since i had no idea i could be good with That of all stuff jdlgksdcmlgjlk

[divinebunni]

Guess what! People eat pussy, they love eating pussy! I literally see it fucking everywhere! But guess what I don’t see, positive support and validation for those that aren’t into it !

If I make a post to bring awareness to people that dislike it, then don’t fucking go on it and tell me how much you love it ! I don’t care! I don’t love it, and other people don’t either!

[misguidedswagger]

was asking my man if he wanted me to read him to sleep and he said yes, so naturally, i pulled out a particularly adult fic and all he hits me with is

"Folds...is crazy."

[smellyprincetm]

FUCKING HELL

[zmbienoir]

i always love ur yanblr posts btw gigglechamp,,,, :3 -🫀

YAYYYY WOOHOOO!!!!! im not a frequent poster, especially of the violent type since it uh attracts. freaks. /neg

BUT IM GLAD U ENJOY THEM!!!

[homophyte]

most of the time i feel pretty competent when i read papers but occasionally i am left the pathetic brainless jocktype going " Uh in English Four Eyes "

[gamblersdoll]

the first time katsuki sees your pussy, hes in awe.

“shes so fuckin pretty, mama.” he says, trying to softly pull your legs apart. he wanted to try and be gentle for your first time. (yet, you knew he couldnt. and you wanted it rough.) but hes only hanging by a fucking thread. “this all fer me, right?”

you nod, lust taking over your eyes and brain.

“you want me to taste ‘er?” he suggested, eyes lidded from his own lust. you nod, again. and he smiles. “yeah? how bad?”

“please, kat. dont tease me tonight. need you.”

“oh, princess.” he shakes his head and clicks his tongue. he bites your inner thigh, licking at the mark. “yer cunt is telling me to eat her. cant deny body language.”

you bite your own lip, nodding your head.

“mm? tell me what you want, pretty mama.”

“eat me, please.” you have a whine in your voice, clit throbbing from the cool breeze of his dorm and his breathing tickling it. “do what you want to me, i dont care.”

he chuckled, licking his lips as he spread you open. he presses on your lower tummy, signaling you to lay back and be comfortable. “if you say so, dont try to run then.”

[whorelaud]

꒦꒷ 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 please you ¡

pairing perv!rafe x stepmom!reader

summary Rafe feels the need to please you after he discovers his father wasn't sexually satisfying you, taking it for granted to fulfill his own filthy desires.

warnings smut, stepcest, p in v, unprotected sex, cheating, creampies, dirty talk, degrading, rafe is 1-2yrs younger than you, ward (he needs his own warning) wc; 1.3k

a/n this is so dirty bahhh my apologies if its bad i dont usually write stuff like this

Had you known Rafe visiting would result in you bent over his desk as he thrusted his hips into your soaking cunt; you would not have felt guilty, because fuck, did his throbbing cock feel amazing inside you. 

You couldn't resist him, driven over the edge every time his gaze would land on you, brazenly undressing you with his eyes, and the way his hold would linger around your hip when he's passing by, his lips ghosting over your ear causing shivers to run down your spine, clearly marking his territory, and letting you know he wanted you, just as bad as you did. 

Guilt couldn't capture the extent of how you felt, overwhelming you whole every time you touched yourself to the thought of him, with your own husband next to you, whom you clearly had no feelings for, your marriage a mere contract you agreed on for the money offered. 

It was still wrong, though, with tension seeping through every time he's in your presence. Whether it was him walking around with merely his shorts on, or the way his shirt would cling to his chest after a hefty work out session. The smell of sweat mixed with his musky cologne would fill your nostrils, intoxicating your senses and fuzzing your brain all over. You did everything in your power not to be affected by the subtle touches, and his foot as it crept up your leg from beneath the table, the gesture casual, yet deliberate.

You could only tolerate so much, giving in when he swept past you, the tint in his pants gliding over your ass, hinting nothing but the lust and despair he felt for you. That was the only sign you needed, colliding your lips with his in an eager kiss that spoke for your forbidden desires.  

Now, here you were, a few doors down from Ward's room, getting fucked senseless by his own son. 

Rafe bucked his hips inside you, his thrusts growing sloppy with how wet you were around him, your skin colliding with his covering over your desperate moans. 

"Look at you, such a fucking slut, so desperate for my cock." He whispered, bending down until his lips ghosted over your ear, still keeping up with the rhythm of his hips, as he stuffed your soaking cunt with his cock. "Is my dad not pleasing you, huh? Is that why you're so fucking wet for me? Offering yourself to me like a fucking whore?" 

His words were like music to your ears, muffled whines and whimpers scooping out of your parted lips when his arm slid around your tits, rolling your nipple between his fingers, desperately seeking the pleasure he fucked out of you.

"Rafeee," you moaned, throwing your head back when he pressed you close to his broad chest, the fraction sending you spiraling as your back arched against him, chasing after the overwhelming pleasure, wanting nothing but for him to thrust deeper into you. 

While you did feel culpable for cheating, Ward never made an effort to please you, leaving you hanging once he finished his business. But Rafe, on the other hand, the boy did everything in his power to make you feel good, aiming for your weak spot and making you crumble from beneath him. 

"There you go, keep fucking moaning my name," He panted in your ear, squeezing the flesh plump of your ass, spreading it with his large digits to get a better view of your pussy, now drenched with your juices, mixed with Rafe’s precum. "Fuck, you're so wet for me, huh? You know how long I've been waiting for this? All the times I held myself back from bending you over the counter n' fuckin' you right there in there." 

Your eyes forced shut at the confession, overstimulated by how good his cock felt inside you, pulsing in and out of your dripping cunt. Rafe hissed when you clenched around him, chasing after the fraction, slightly taken aback by the action, as you let him do most of the work till now. 

"Fuck, ‘that feel good?" he grunted into your ear, pulling you off the desk, until your flesh was directly flushed against his hot, sweat soaked torso. One of his hands trailed down to your heat, flicking your clit with his fingers, the patterns he rubbed to your nub making you grow sensitive under his touch, instantly crumbling in his hold. "God, you're such a fucking mess, does your husband know how pathetic you are, desperate for my cock inside you?" 

"Rafe," you inaudibly gasp, fingers clutching to the arm wrapping low around your waist, merely to hold you in place. “Fuck, fuck, fuckkk.” 

“What is it, baby?” He hushed out, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck, nibbling on the skin to get a reaction out of you. “Tell me what you want, ‘wanna make you feel good.”

Rafe’s thumb pressed to your bottom lip, using your parted lips as an opportunity to slip his fingers in your mouth. A ragged breath escaped his throat, welcoming the sensation of your hot spit coating his digits, letting his eyes fall shut as he enjoyed the warmth of your tongue swirling over his fingers. 

“I'm so fuckin’ close.” You barely muffled out, nails digging into his arm. “Fuck I’m about to come.” 

Your climax built up, indicating that you were close with everytime Rafe’s hips rolled inside you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. 

“Come around my cock, baby.” He ordered, sinful words pushing down the guilt filling up your chest. “Wanna fuck you ‘til you’re no longer able to speak.” 

You came undone as Rafe bucked his hips into you, trembling underneath him while he continued pumping his cock in and out of you, walking you through your pleasure, and his growing climax. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” he groaned when your ass pressed against the low of his stomach, leaning over the desk, and silently offering your doused cunt to him. You looked over your shoulder, mouth parting in a desperate moan as you muttered your next words. 

“Finish inside me,” you mumbled, making the latter slightly halt at your command. “Please.” 

“You sure?” He shot back, your begging causing his cock to pulse inside you, insanely turned on by the thought of coming inside you, and creating a hell of a mess out of your hole, with his cum dripping from your entrance.

“Mhm,” you hummed, slightly embarrassed as you continued. “Do it, please.” 

Truth be told, you preferred using a condom, not liking how Ward felt inside you, insisting he utilizes one every time you had sex. Therefore, your confession was slightly insane, though it wasn't a lie; you wanted Rafe to fuck you raw, fill up your insides with his cum. 

“Oh, so that’s what this is about.” Rafe’s lips tugged into a smug smirk, amused by how flustered you grew. “You want me to finish inside you? ‘Want me to fill your pretty pussy with my cum, hmm?” 

For someone younger than you (a year or two), Rafe sure knew what to say, talking you through it, his words making you even more turned on, though you just finished. 

His thrusts grew rough and sloppy, as he fucked you through his orgasm, fastening his pace while his mouth gaped with pleasure, approaching his high with each time he bucked his hips into you. 

Rafe rolled his hips into your cunt, hitting your cervix with his cock as he released inside you, painting your walls white with his cum. His head fell back, letting the warmness of his sperm fill up your hole, making your brain fuzz all over.  

“Fuck, that was amazing.” Rafe started, letting himself recover from the rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins. “I love your pussy, baby, don’t think this will be the last time we’ll be doing this.” 

And how could you resist Rafe Cameron, even though this was wrong, forbidden to the outside? 

It could be your dirty little secret, your only escape from reality, and the hell you just created out of your future. 

[puppy-playtime]

days since i last fingered myself 0

[iwannaleavemymind]

Gamer!Choso continuation that’s been so highly anticipated and begged for…

As always, minors DNI you will be blocked

Thank you for all the love and support and getting me to 300 followers in just two weeks I love you guys so so much!!❤️❤️❤️

(Incorporating a little bit of my beloved sadism into this fic too🙏)

Let’s make I mean watch a movie!!

Gamer!Choso getting annoyed when you ignore him because your carried away in your own little game; prettily sat down at your own gaming set up with monitors and pcs with cameras set up for your live stream.

Gamer!Choso showing up on the stream with a loose black shirt and a silver cross necklace on- no doubt getting a little bit of thirsty comments about him in the chat.

“Babe take a break your streams been long enough dont cha’ think hmm?”

“Cho’ I can’t I have two hours left for the live stream. Sorry baby.”

Gamer!Choso bides his time bit by bit reading by the chat comments about their relationship, little jabs at your shared patreon together asking when the next movie will come out, whispering dirty little nothings into your ear.

Gamer!Choso slowly leads his hands down to your thighs, gently tugging the sides of them up up and up closer to your soaking wet cunt. Earning a little slap on his hand for distracting you from a match.

“Cho! I’m live and I almost lost.” You say to him, quiet enough so the mic doesn’t pick up what you say to him.

Gamer!Choso laughs at your attitude and pretends to walk off camera- only to slip under your desk and yank down your loose shorts to toy with your clothes clit, your arousal soaked through the thin fabric of your panties.

Gamer!Choso degrading and toying with your clit, desperately trying to keep your composure while you’re on the live stream, little huffs and pants coming from your lips- blaming it on how hard the match is going.

“Shh baby we don’t want them to hear that slutty lil mouth of your hmm?”

Gamer!Choso whispering to you with his head between your legs, spreading your thighs apart and yanking your panties down your bare thighs, discarding them to the side exposing your soaked and needy pussy to him.

“Princess? You like this don’t you?”

Gamer!Choso flicking his tongue along your clit, eating you out like a starved man in the middle of the dessert. And you were soaked enough to sustain that thirst for him-

Gamer!Choso nibbling lightly on your clit, his tongue slipping into your dripping cunt and swirling his tongue along your soaking wet folds, sliding a finger into your core and resuming his relentless assault on your throbbing clit with his oh so mean tongue.

Gamer!Choso makes your composure so hard to keep- making up an excuse to leave the stream for a ‘bathroom break’ only to turn off the camera- but your sloppy cunt makes it so hard to think straight; drunk on his tongue sliding up and down and circling your clit- his fingers stimulating your g spot over and over making your legs tremble- your fingers fumble with the keys turning the camera off- but not the audio!?

“Oh you poor thing- having to stop your stream just f’me baby? Don’t worry it’ll be worth your time~” he whispers against your sensitive core- his words echoing in the dumbed out walls of your mind, hands tangling in his hair and eyes shut in pleasure.

Gamer!Choso increases the pace of his fingers, flicking his tongue across your clit faster and sloppier until you come all over his tongue, your juices soaking his lips and dribbling down his chin.

“She fuckin loves me hm? Better give ‘er what she wants uh huh?”

Gamer!Choso overstimulating your poor pussy with his tongue, sloppily eating you out and simultaneously slipping his fingers in and out of your core at a hungry crazed pace, loud hazed moans slipping past your lips your pupils blown wide and legs shaking with overstimulation, your thighs neatly squishing his face in your favorite place between your thighs.

“So sweet- so sloppy n’ needy baby.”

Gamer!Choso slapping your pussy in retaliation, he’s so mean teasing your oncoming orgasm, ceasing all movement between his tongue and his fingers.

“Beg for it slut.”

Gamer!Choso loooves making you work for it, making sweet little please and whimpers flow from your lips and thighs shaking around his head, biting into the sensitive flesh leaving a hickey as his reward.

“Fuck- that’s what I wanna hear baby.”

Gamer!Choso fucking you with his tongue sloppier than before, the noise of your slick and drenched pussy reverberating throughout the room, his thick fingers fucking your g-spot juuust right.

Gamer!Choso isn’t done with your until you squirt all over his face- your release coating his lips in a clear sheen and your cum slipping down his neck right into his loose black shirt, no doubt satisfied with his job well done.

Gamer!Choso’s eyes widening when he sees your fucked out expression- and the chat blowing up with comments about your sweet little moans!?

“Oh fuck baby we might need to give ‘em another movie huh?”

[evie-sturns]

cold - Chris Sturniolo

summary: when chris gets sick he makes it seem like the world is ending, he builds up an attitude, and worst of all is annoyingly clingy and touchy…

contains: fluff, sick!chris, crying, sensitive!chris.

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9:32am

i roll over in bed, slowly starting to wake up.

i feel chris sit up in bed beside me with a small groan.

i suddenly hear a deafeningly loud crunch cough coming from him.

uh oh.

i slowly open my eyes and look up at chris, who’s now sat up against the headboard.

chris looks like an absolute mess, his eyes are glassy and puffy, his nose and the skin around his nose is a raw pink, his lips are puffy, and he’s more pale then usual.

“good morning..” i whisper groggily,

he mumbles a vague ‘response’,

“you feeling okay?” i ask,

“no! i’ve got a ‘fuckin cold.” chris whines, wiping his face with a hand.

this is going to be a looooong day.

“oh baby, i’m sorry.” i whisper,

i sit up on the mattress to face chris.

he looks at me with pouty lips, i give him a small smile as i stand up out of bed.

he instantly grabs for me with his large hands,

he gets a firm grip on my arms and gently pulls me back down into bed, right beside him.

he rolls over on top of me,

now i’m his personal mattress.

he buries his face into my shoulder, letting out a loud sniffle.

“do you want some tissues?” i ask softly, knowing he’s gotta be sensitive right now.

he shakes his head, “i’m not a pussy.” he mumbles.

i laugh slightly, “blowing a snotty nose doesn’t make you any less of a man.”

“yes it does!” he mumbles,

i giggle, rubbing his back.

i press a kiss to his cheek,

he rolls off of me and sits up on the bed beside me, he looks down at me before letting out a loud cough.

“did that have to be right in my face?” i ask, shaking my head slightly.

“don’t be mean.” he mutters, his bottom lip sticks out slightly.

“i’m not being mean.” i laugh.

“no you’re laughing at me and- and-!” he starts,

i press a finger to his lips,

“let’s get you some pills okay? gotta get ya feeling better as fast as possible.” i whisper, stroking the back of his hair.

he whines in response,

i stand up off the bed, before walking over to my bathroom.

chris stands up and follows me into the bathroom, his hair dishevelled.

i open the bathroom drawers and pull out panadol, along with various other medications for his cold.

“i know you’re not good with pills but it’ll make you feel better.” i speak softly, placing the pills in his hands.

“i dont want it.” he says, his voice is croaky and hoarse.

“i know but it’s gonna make you feel all better!” i smile,

chris coughs again, this time into his hand.

i cock my head to the side at him,

he shakes his head, “no- ‘m not having this.” he whines.

“chris..” i sigh, grabbing his hand and walking him out of the bathroom.

i take him down to the kitchen and grab him a bottle of water,

“i want pepsi please.” he groans, throwing his head back,

“you can have a pepsi once you’ve took your pills.” i whisper,

he finally gives in, placing the pills on his tongue and slugging down a quarter of the water bottle

“there we go!” i smile,

he gives me a small pout, “my throat hurts.”

i walk him over to the couch and lay down, he flops down ontop of me.

he buries his face into my chest a small whine escaping his throat.

he uses me as a personal mattress once again.

“you are such a baby.” i tease with a small laugh, but he seems to take it extra personal

“stop!” he whines,

i giggle,

“stop ‘laughin at me.” he speaks into my chest, his voice breaking.

i rub his back with a small laugh,

“you okay sweetie?” i ask, gently scratching his back.

he shakes his head, a small hiccup escaping his throat.

“hey- hey you okay?” i ask, sitting up against the couch arm.

he keeps his face buried in my shirt,

his body shakes lightly,

a small sob escapes his lips,

“oh chris,” i sigh, “can you look at me please?” i ask softly.

he gently tilts his head up and locks eyes with me,

“what’s got you so upset?” i ask, rubbing his cheek.

“i feel sick.” he croaks out,

“and- and my tummy hurts.” he says with a small sob,

“awh chris.” i say with a sad smile,

“i promise your meds will kick in soon.” i whisper,

chris fiddles with the bracelet on my wrists, twisting the chain through his fingers.

his other hand clutches my shirt, he wipes his nose on it.

“oh-“ i sigh,

“you sure you don’t want a tissue?” i ask with a small giggle.

he looks down at the wet patch on my shirt,

“sorry.” he sniffs, his voice is small and his lips are all puffy.

“i’ll let it slide cause you’re sick.” i grin,

“thanks you.” he whisper,

he scoots up my chest and buries his face into the crook of my neck,

“love you.” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to my neck.

“i love you too, big baby.” i smile,

“i’m not a big baby-“ he starts, he instantly cuts himself off with a loud cough in my face.

“oh my god chris.”

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@downbad4reid

[2tarbell]

COWBOY TAKE ME AWAY

you ask your boyfriend to take a look at your engine…

(drabble. © 2tarbell 2024)

rafe was close to losing his damn mind. how was this thing even still running?

he’s not a mechanic, in fact he finds it all too fuckin’ annoying. but when you looked up at him with those sparkly eyes, asking him to fix your little car, he couldn’t bring himself to turn you down.

so there he was, backwards cap on and sweating through his shirt. he’s already smoked two cigarettes trying to even start to fix the damn thing. the mess that was awaiting him under the hood made him shoot you a look, but you simply furrowed your brows and sighed in that sugary sweet voice ‘jus’ dont know what’s wrong with it’.

he was a sucker, maybe. pussy whipped, for sure.

more than an hour had passed and hardly any progress was made on the deteriorating engine. he was starting to get pissed off, your ‘the chicks’ cd having played three times through, the screen door allowing it to be heard from the player in the living room.

rafe looks over at you again, taking in the way you sat on the steps of the trailer, pen in hand as you mumble to yourself about the crossword puzzle between humming along to the music. barefoot and sitting nice and comfy on the wooden plank. oh, the luxury.

you looked so pretty, and he almost dropped whatever tool he was using when he noticed you weren’t wearing a bra. he cleared his throat, focusing all attention on the shitty state of your motor.

“baby — what in the hell did you even do to this thing?”

your head snaps up at that, pouting and tiptoeing over to him, paper abandoned on the steps. you ignored his protests of heading inside to put on some shoes, stepping over rocks and weeds. rafe shakes his head and leans on his arms as he stares down the engine, praying to whatever will listen to magically tell him what the problem was.

he sighs when your arm snakes around his waist and turns to press a kiss to the top of your head that rests on his arm. your touch was a brief reprieve from the hot sun and difficult task.

“s’that bad?” you mumble, voice meek.

god, he would do anything to make that sad little tone vanish. but he can’t lie to you, not about this. no matter how much he knows you adore this car.

he hums, giving the engine a once over before looking over at you, “well, it— it ain’t great… gonna have to probably replace most of it if y’wanna keep it.”

the whine you let out makes an amused grin form on his lips. you both know you couldn’t afford to replace even half of it.

“well— can’t y’just— just—“

“ohhh, when did you become a mechanic, sugar?”

he whistles lowly at your glare, wrapping his arm firmly around your neck and pulling you in. the sensation of being pressed against his chest, his bicep pressing into your cheek makes a lick of heat shoot up your spine.

“don’t get an attitude w’me, a’ight?” he drawls into your hair, leaving that familiar heat to settle in your tummy. you knew better but whined incoherently, a babble of ‘but— but— daddy—‘. it might cost you some of his softness, but it was just so satisfying to hear him get just a little meaner.

“no, stop poutin’— dad’s doin’ this f’you on his off day, show some gratitude. there is nothin’ else i can do ‘bout the fuckin’ thing, ‘kay?”

he wished there was more to do for the vehicle, but it was about time. hell, you’ve had that thing longer than he could remember. you never were good at admitting he was right, though.

he sighs and shifts to wrap his arms tight around your waist, lifting you slightly on your toes. your hands immediately find his chest and you lean your forward against him, pouting still as his lips meet your temple. you stare at the car, feeling betrayed by something you considered your baby.

all things must come to end, or whatever the hell the saying is. you honestly found that to be complete bullshit as rafe runs a hand over your hip, fingers lightly caressing the skin between the fabric and your jean shorts. his touch was almost soothing.

“poor sweet girl…” his lips press against your ear, a teasing whisper, “what’m i gonna do with you, hmm?”

you huff, maybe a bit dramatically, and turn your head to gaze up at him. rafe chuckles softly at your expression, if anyone else did such a thing, it might’ve felt patronizing. but not him, not your rafe.

you can’t resist a little grin, hiding your face in his chest. he always made you fold too quickly. he coos and it makes you feel fuzzy all over. with a finger under your chin, he lifts your head up to press a sweet kiss to your lips. his are a little chapped and his scruff is starting to tickle your face but you don’t care, needing the comfort of your big, strong man desperately in this moment. his large palms trail down your body to settle and squeeze at your ass.

rafe smiles against your mouth, that tilt of his lips making your own rise. soon enough, you’re giggling and unable to kiss him back. he doesn’t care and presses closer, swallowing those precious little sounds.

he lifts you, hands throwing you up and over his shoulder. he smirks at your squeal and closes the hood with one arm, the other holding you snuggly on his shoulder.

“rafe cameron, you put me down!”

“nuh — uh. think it’s time you thank me, yeah?”

with a smack to the swell of your ass, he walks up the three steps to your shared trailer, already planning on taking you to shower with him. the screen door shuts with a slam and your laughter echoes into the dusty streets of your little neighborhood.

[obxsprincess]

please please pleasee make a luke × pillow princess smut

―💭✧˖° ♛ °˖🎀✧―

your lukes pillow princess, through and through. pillows n bedsheets always stained from your teary gloppy mascara ! and you even convinced him to buy silk pillows cus their better for your hair when hes balls deep inside of you </3 especially cus of your squirming and squealing, it messed up your hair so bad :( he bought them instantly, nothing came between luke and his girls puffy tight cunt. but what about being his sweet blanket princess?

“couldn’t just let me take you on a nice date- could ya’ mama?” he panted above you, his dark curls blocking the bright sun and falling on your whimpering tear stained face. “o-oh! fe-lt too empty” you whine all innocently. “course’ ya did, ma” pants pulled half way down his legs and your frilly panties thrown god-knows where, moans filling the luscious forest and your dizzy stained head. but he was just as much to blame !

it really did just start out as an innocent date tho. luke leading you through the oak trees and bushes cus you kept tripping over your own feet :( he was so mean when you jumped at any little branch breaking, and rolling his eyes he finally just picked you up with an annoyed sweep under your legs. he brought you to a stunning lakeside picnic where he finally set you down, all nonchalant as if he wasn’t the best boyfriend ever. as if he knew affection made you real horny which your clenching thighs and giggles gave away quickly… so technically he gave in

“k-kiss me” you whimper, suddenly feeling deprived as he ruts into your slick hole, wrapping your dainty arms around his neck you try to lift up, he groans cus your cunnie flutters but pushes you right back down, holding you there “fuckk nah see- pillow princesses dont getta’ make demands- you wanted dick baby, you got it,” he growls n your puckered lips pout, glassy eyes all puppy eyed, the pleasure becoming too much, but you try n hold in a sniffle, tears brimming your lash lines :( you just wanted a kiss ! “I-I won’t cum until you do” you whisper, hiding behind your hands n his neck with a sniffle. trying to avoid his amusement, all mean cus he likes seeing you like this, so so whiny and needy… with a raspy laugh he grabs your hands and pins the above you head… other hand gripping your wobbly jaw !

“ya’really crying all because m’too busy ruining’- fucking, this pretty pussy n not that makeup you got on, sweet girl?” his hand came down to gently grip your hip, making slow but deep love up into you, your soft sobs subsiding slightly “just- auh! wanted a kiss… wanted to feel loved luke!” those doe eyes and drooling lips could make luke do anything you ever wished, he was the most responsible camp counselor but one bat of your lashes had him doing some stupid shit (as in head over heels pussy whipped ahbcnsjhs)

he groans defeated, with a sigh he pulls your lips into his. all sloppy, wet and soft and it makes him move suddenly harder n harder back into you. you writhe n squeal into his mouth from the bliss ! “god- you can be real needy sometimes, your fuckin’ majesty. course’ I love you, just gotta dick you down fast and rough sometimes that’s all mama” (he fucking loves it just needs to do a little brat taming) but your cut off by lukes tongue probing into your drooling plump lips… his desperate little pillow majesty.

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“you ignorin’ me now, baby?” he questioned, looking over to you. what he did exactly? borderline flirt with a cashier so you can get a good deal. granted, you saved one hundred twenty bucks, but still. he embarrassed you to a degree.

you never responded to him, focusing more on whatever was in your phone and kept your composure from socking him. toji licked over his scar, chuckling to himself.

“you must be real mad, huh baby?” he tried to pry, but you havent looked up to him at all. he nods, getting closer to you.

he lowers himself to his knees, keeping his eyes on you. his larger hands rub your knees, sliding up your thighs and playing with the hem of your shorts. “baby.”

you ignore again, not paying him any attention.

he smiles, hooking his arms around and pulling your shorts off. no panties, huh? dirty girl. he knew you sometimes did this, but was it a major turn on for him? yes.

the inside of his mouth watered, the scent of your pussy fanning his nose.. it drove him crazy.

you, on the other hand, were aware of what had happened. you were still pissed at him, yet you ignored. he pressed his face into you cunny, eyes still looking up to you. as much as he could play the silent treatment, he wanted–no, needed you to pay attention to him.

he licks a long stripe, suckling so ever soft on your clit. he forced himself to not roll his eyes back, but he notices the stream of arousal leaking from your holes.

“ ‘m sorry , baby.” he says, mouthful of your pussy. “forgive me?”

you, at this time, had long forgotten your phone and swallowed thickly. you rest your legs on his shoulders. you nod, looking to him. “you must really love eating my pussy huh..” you breathe out, rolling your eyes back when he flicks the tip of his tongue on that sensitive part of your clit.

“i do.” he says, spreading your folds and licking around. “ill eat the motherfucker all day.” he praises, “every. fuckin’. day.” he says in between suckles and slurps.

you grip his hair, playing with a sensitive nipple on your own. you nod in approval, feeling yourself on the brink of ecstasy.

“my body is ‘yers..” he moans into your pussy, sucking on your clit as if his life depended on it. “fuuuck. i love eating this shit.” he praises, looking up at you through his eyelashes.

“oh—god youre gunna make me cum!” you cry, raising your hips up and tugging on his hair. you barely hear him say to cum in his mouth, him greedily slurping it up in a sloppy effort.

toji pulls his face away, pulling yours down to meet in the middle and crash his lips onto yours. you taste as expected, like a pussy and a hint of your mango juice.

“sorry for flirtin’, just wanted to help you outs.” he mumbles in the kiss, trailing down to kissing your neck.

“dont pull that shit again.”