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-‘๑’- im like, manifest that you’re oversized

「 ✦ ellie ✦ 」 ✩ 19 she/her

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jaw and panties on the floor what the actual fuckkdjkc

Luke dirty talk. That’s all.

Hips driving in and out of you at a brutal pace, the veins on his forearms popping as he rests one beside your head, his other hand gripping the mattress as his curls stick to his forehead. Your arms wind around his broad shoulders, gripping tight and you dig your nails into his muscles, the overwhelming euphoria wiping your mind of any coherent thoughts other than the stretch of Luke's cock dragging against your walls. He smirks against your neck, his breath hot and ragged, soaking in your high-pitched moans as if they were a melody.

"That's it. Hold me tighter," he murmurs into your ear, trailing wet kisses along your cheek until his lips brush against yours. Tell me how I make you feel. Need to know if I'm treating you well, angel."

Both your mouths move desperately against each other, tongues lapping and saliva dribbling from the corners of lips as you're whimpering into him, wanton moans burst from you when he thrusts deep into the crevices of inside you. Your fingers trace to his nape, carding through the curls and pulling firmly to pull his mouth from yours, now swollen and pink from how much he's been kissing you. Deep groans vibrate through Luke's chest but his smirk returns hearing little raw whimpers float from your throat that match the pace of his thrusts. It's almost impossible for you to keep quiet, the pleasurable warmth that flows through you the harder he fucks embraces you and coaxes you into almost becoming limp.

Luke's eyes flutter close, and he rests his forehead against yours, gritting his teeth as a surge of energy bursts through him and you think he couldn't rut any harder but now he's splitting you in two.

"Fuck! Makin' such pretty noises, f'me. Don't stop, don't fucking stop, y/n. Say my name, please, say it. Want you to tell them who I am, who takes good care of you, tell them,"

"Lu...Luke!" you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your head, and you hook your legs around his waist, his guttural moan intertwining with yours when you feel him sink deeper, wet walls against his pulsing cock, "Luke, Luke...oh Luke!"

"Go on, angel, tell your roommates how fucking good I make you feel." He dips to your neck, teeth nipping at the supple skin and sucking purple blossoms before running his tongue over the bruises. If there's one thing that makes his dick twitch inside you, it's seeing his marks over your skin while your voice gradually fills your room with elongated moans and his name in airy breaths. "Tell them who's been keepin' you company. How fuckin' loud you can really be f'me."

Luke cups your cheek in his big hand, thumb caressing your cheekbone as his half-lidded eyes glazed in a wild lust steady on yours and he licks his lips, fascinated with how you writhe and wail out in elation. He doesn't say anything except terribly supress the grunts begging to slip from his throat but instead he runs his hand down your chest, curving over your breast and tickling your stomach until he rotates his wrist, long fingers coming into contact with your throbbing clit and you jolt at the sudden circling pressure.

"It's always the quiet ones, huh? The nastiest, do they know how much of a whore you are for me? Haven't you told them how I fucking ruin you until you're sore? How I trained your pretty pussy to fit me and only me?" You weakly shake your head, unable to formulate a word with the overstimulation strangling you. He kisses you roughly again, his voice rumbling as you're gasping at the arousal washing through you, "Good girl, squeezing me so tight, makes me wanna fuck you harder."

"So...so ful..full..." you pant, "so big, mor...more."

Your lower stomach feels hot and tight, like a knot being pulled from either end and you're unsure on how much longer you can take his carnal rutting. Your skin is damp, Luke's sweat dripping from his chest onto yours and your thighs feel strained, still wrapped around him, clinging for dear life as nails claw angry marks into his back. Your mind goes completely blank for good; jaw faltering as pathetic and incoherent whines fall off your tongue until you string together what you're begging for.

"M'gonna cum, Lu, fu...fuck wanna cum." The words disappear into the air, the slapping from your skins drowning out your measly voice. The knot in your stomach hanging on by the thread, and you need to leak over him, claim him and show him what he does to you.

He drags his fingers away from your cunt and takes them between his lips, licking them clean of your arousal before his palm softly cups your cheek again. This time he's grunting with every eager, stuttering thrust with brows knitted.

"You're not cumming until I say so," he grumbles against your lips, relishing in how you plead him to just kiss you again. But he doesn't. He lets your lips ghost while he drives his cock into your cunt animalistically, sloppily, watching you squirm as you try and do as you're told. “You’re gonna cum with me or you don’t cum at all.”

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HWAT THE FUCKMMGSNDVWBNDGHHNF

#needthat

#desperately

https://www.tumblr.com/puckinghischier/768850052068392960/jacks-side-profile-is-too-pretty-his-nose-is?source=share

SAY IT. dont hold back.

okay…since you asked for it 😌

so basically his nose, right? god his nose.

we all know it’s perfect. perfect size, perfect shape, perfect length. perfect for rubbing against your clit as he eats you out….

it would scrape against the sensitive bud perfectly with each movement of his tongue, the residual movements of his face causing the rounded tip to make contact over and over again.

you’d be a whimpering mess, gasping and moaning each time his nose creates the friction. “god, jack!” you’d scream out when he adjusted his position, nose tapping your clit at full force. “swear, you have the perfect nose for eating me out. god, it’s glorious,” you’d tell him, not caring how weird the statement sounds.

he’d chuckle against your core, pulling back only slightly. “yeah? like my nose, huh? never heard that one in the bedroom before,” he’d joke, diving back in after the words leave his mouth.

“well, you should’ve. swear, feels like heaven. every time you move it just oh-!” you’re interrupted by his intentional movement this time.

“what about…if i just…” he doesn’t finish his statement, moving his face up to find your clit with his ‘perfect’ nose, shaking his head back and forth.

he’d watch you the whole time, your face contorted with pleasure as he fastens the pace of his nose moving from side to side on your clit.

you feel the build of your orgasm approaching. he’s not even using his tongue at this point, his mouth only being used to catch whatever arousal makes its way there through his assault. you’re so stunned with pleasure that the only sounds to be heard are his slurps and squelches of his skin rubbing against yours.

when your hands fly to his hair, pushing his nose further into your core, intensifying the pleasure with the added pressure, he knows you’re close. when he feels your tugs on his brown locks slack, he moves down to lap up the sweet taste of your release. he smirks through your orgasm, enjoying every second of what just took place.

once you come down from your jack-induced high, you lean your head up to see him looking up at you, face glistening with your slick.

“jack….did you just…motorboat my clit with your nose?” you’d ask him, still slightly out of breath.

he’d lick his lips, sitting up fully while wiping his mouth. “well…you said you liked my nose, right?”