#how to reduce neck hump

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What Causes Fat Hump on Back of Your Neck and Its Home Treatment

Neck hump, also known as buffalo hump, can occur due to the accumulation of fat behind the neck. it can make you feel self-conscious about your physical appearance. As nobody wants to have a hunched posture. Before the treatment, let’s learn the causes first. Here are the main causes of causes fat hump on back of neck and how you can get rid of it.

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WORTH THE WAIT⋆✦⋆ hinata shoyo

synopsis ➸ back in high school, hinata couldn’t muster the courage to confess to you. but after a few years in brazil, he’s come back ready to get what he wants—and this time, he’s not shy about it

tags ➸ implied mutual pining, male masturbation, dirty talking, nipple play, exhibitionism but nobody sees anything, dry humping, implied virginity loss, unprotected sex, fingering, hair pulling, praise kink, squirting, thigh riding

wc ➸ 7.2k

note ➸ did i do it right @4unnyr0se

Hinata felt his heart stutter the instant his gaze landed on you seated next to Tadashi in the arena stands. An almost overwhelming rush of nostalgia washed over him, dredging up vivid memories of countless stolen glances and flustered interactions with you throughout high school.

Back then, he could barely string a coherent sentence together without feeling flustered if you so much as smiled in his direction. Even hearing your bright laughter echoing through the gym had a way of completely short-circuiting his brain and reducing him to a useless puddle of disaster.

But now? Now Hinata's reaction took an entirely different form as he shamelessly drank in the sight of you. His eyes roamed hungrily over the soft curves accentuated by your outfit, mouth going dry as he committed every detail to searing memory. Just the mere suggestion of those legs currently concealed beneath fabric of your dress made something hot and molten unfurl in the pit of his stomach.

Swallowing hard, Hinata forcibly dragged his gaze upwards before he could descend too far down that particular rabbit hole of temptation. Only to find himself utterly transfixed by the slightly stunned yet undeniably intrigued look shining back at him from your wide eyes.

You didn't look away or shrink beneath his blatant perusal. No, you held his heated stare steadily, lips parting around the faintest of shaky exhales that made Hinata's mouth water hungrily in response.

Of course you would react this way, all confused but undeniably curious about the changes written across his body after so long apart. He couldn't exactly blame you—not when he still had vivid memories seared into his brain of you stretched out in various states of undress during so many of their video calls, completely unaware of just how utterly you drove him to distraction.

Like that one time in Brazil when you'd insisted on catching up immediately after waking up, still soft and rumpled from slumber. He could still picture every tiny yawn and sleep-warm murmur so clearly, chest constricting as your oversized tee dipped lower on one smooth shoulder with each shift, nipples pressed against the thin fabric.

Back then he'd nearly combusted on the spot, reduced to nothing but a stammering mess again as pink patches of heat began trailing hotly up his neck, cheeks burning as his gaze hungrily traced the vee of skin exposed between those fluttering sheets. He'd spent the entire video call fantasizing about sliding past the thin barrier of cotton, allowing his starved hands to roam your sleep-warmed curves in a sizzling glide...

And the entire time, you'd been utterly oblivious to the effect you were having on him with each tiny, intimate gesture. Just blissfully unaware of the lust coiling hot and heavy in Hinata's abdomen as he fought with everything in him not to lose control over the suggestive feast currently parading across his screen.

It was only when you sleepily tugged the collar aside again, breath hitching on a whine of annoyance that exposed even more of that soft, unblemished swell for his hungry gaze, that Hinata finally broke. He'd choked out a strangled excuse about losing signal before fumbling off-screen, your bemused voice echoing through his throbbing skull as he frantically grappled with the painfully hard cock already straining against his sweats.

Even thousands of miles away, you'd had that sort of effortless power over him. An almost cruel ability to drive him to the brink of feverish desperation without even trying, until he burned through his self-control and surrendered to rutting into his own fist with broken moans slipping past his gritted teeth.

And now, here you were again—finally within reach after so long spent being tormented only by memories and his own wandering hands. Hinata's entire body felt like it was burning up from the inside out as he drank you in properly for the first time in ages, utterly powerless before your presence once more.

He needed to get a grip on himself before things spiraled completely out of control here in public. But between the sight of you staring back at him with similarly ravenous interest—as if you could sense the depraved hunger draping over his every thought—Hinata didn't know if he stood a chance in hell.

"Shoyo?" you breathed out at last, sounding just as dazed and stunned as he felt right now. "You...you look so..."

'So different', he could practically hear the unspoken end to your observation hanging in the air. Hinata swallowed thickly, hands flexing compulsively at his sides as if to restrain the part of him aching to reach out and finally get his hands on you at long last.

"Yeah, you could say that," Hinata rumbled out in response, feeling his throat tighten as you continued drinking in his new physique with open appreciation.

Only you didn't seem to realize just how molten your innocent once-over was making his stare in return. The way your gaze trailed over the contours of his arms and chest - mapping every ridge and shift with rapt interest - it was like you were completely oblivious to how your simple perusal alone had heat unfurling in his lower belly already.

"Wow Shoyo, I can't believe how...built you got!" you exclaimed with that same vibrant, sunny enthusiasm he remembered so vividly.

Hinata swallowed hard, forcibly dragging his own lingering stare away from the gentle swell of your breasts straining against your top. He really needed to get a grip before this quickly spiraled out of control. The scorching temptation to crowd into your personal bubble and yank you flush against his body—letting you feel the evidence of his reaction first hand—nearly overwhelmed his strained control.

"Guess all that training down in Brazil really paid off in more ways than one," Tadashi interjected with a pointed look that clearly said 'back off' loud and clear.

Leave it to your brother to play chaperone without even realizing it. Hinata shot him a grateful nod, refocusing on maintaining an outward veneer of friendly casualness even as indecent temptation blazed through his thoughts.

"Yeah for sure, the weather alone was no joke," he managed in response, scratching the back of his neck absently. "Pretty sure half my gains just came from lugging beach equipment around all day in that type of heat."

You giggled at that, leaning forward with your chin resting on one palm as you studied him intently - completely missing the way Hinata's chest expanded on a sharp inhale. This close, he could almost taste the light floral notes of your shampoo intermingling with that intoxicating natural musk he'd fantasized about nuzzling between so many times...

"Well either way, it looks good on you Shoyo," you hummed, causing his stomach to swoop dangerously. "Those poor Brazilian ladies must have been fainting all over the place thanks to these muscles."

You reached out as if to teasingly prod at his bicep, but Hinata aborted the contact at the last second on instinct - afraid of just how incendiary your innocent touch might actually feel after he'd spent countless nights fucking into his fist while imagining those same fingers wrapped around his aching cock already.

"Hah, well you know...gotta practice some restraint now and then," he deflected clumsily, ignoring the look Tadashi shot him at the obvious evasion.

Inside, however, Hinata could already feel himself steadily unraveling just from this relatively tame interaction. The fantasies he'd nurtured and refined over his years in Brazil were swiftly taking on feverish new life thanks to your close proximity and utter obliviousness to them.

How many times during those long, aching nights in his tiny apartment had he imagined wrapping your lush curves around him just like this? Grinding himself against your body with broken groans while chasing after the slick, velvety cunt he'd been cruelly denied for years on end now?

God, you had no idea how desperately he craved the sensation of sinking into your softness until his hips were nestled snugly against your ass, until he could finally bury his face into that sensitive spot on your neck and inhale deeply as your cunt clenched around him so tightly...

"Hinata? You okay there?" Tadashi's knowing look pierced straight through his reverie, instantly dousing Hinata's rapidly spiraling thoughts in a frigid dose of reality.

He blinked rapidly as you waved a hand in front of his face, looking equal parts amused and concerned by his sudden hazy distraction. Right, he really needed to rein this runaway lust in before it became far too obvious to you both—especially while surrounded by crowds like this.

"I'm great, just got a little spaced out there for a second!" Hinata reassured you with what he hoped was a disarming grin. "No need to worry about little old me though. I should probably, um, head back and get changed for the game soon before the coaches come hunting."

Yet even as he tried to take a polite step back, Hinata felt his resolve crumbling beneath your warm, expectant stare again. Before he could retreat entirely, his gaze dipped down to trace the gentle flare of your hips beneath the cinched fabric there. He swallowed hard while envisioning settling his palms against those tantalizing curves, tugging you forward until—

"Right, right of course!" Your bright voice thankfully pierced through his heated trance, finally allowing Hinata some semblance of reprieve. "We'll be cheering loud for you out there, so go get 'em!"

You beamed up at him beautifully, so sweetly unaware of the scorching extent he wanted to make you cheer for him behind closed doors later. Behind the innocent encouragement, however, Hinata detected the faintest flicker of the same fiery tenacity that had first drawn his obsessive attentions years before.

A silent promise that when you inevitably saw through the paper-thin barriers he currently hid behind, you would confront those long-suppressed temptations roaring between your forms with the same headstrong intensity you approached everything else in life.

And God, did the mere implication of having all that vibrant passion channeled solely towards him in the throes of writhing rapture nearly make Hinata's knees buckle completely.

"Y-Yeah," he rasped out with visible effort, fighting to regain some semblance of composure. "I should...I'll see you both after?"

The unspoken yearning dripping from those words hung heavy between your bodies like a tangible Siren's call. You simply nodded reflexively, seemingly unaware of the delirious fantasies blazing behind Hinata's burning stare now. He turned on wobbling legs and forced himself to retreat before losing the battle entirely.

Only once he was safely out of your line of sight did Hinata finally allow one trembling exhale to slip free, entire body quaking with unsated need. He could no longer deny just how badly you unknowingly affected him down to his very core. The years of separation and growth had only stoked those kindling flames into an insatiable furnace crying out for your submission now.

Well, one way or another, Hinata refused to spend another sleepless night tormenting over fevered fantasies that would forever remain a tragic fantasy. Not when the breathtaking reality of peeling you apart with his tongue and reclaiming every sweet inch of untapped paradise waited so deliciously within reach at last.

Now that the game was truly afoot between you both in earnest, he would stop at nothing to stoke your innocent curiosities into an all-consuming firestorm of mutual rapture blazing properly at long, long last.

The roar of the crowd was deafening as Hinata's teammates swarmed him in raucous celebration after their hard-fought victory. Bokuto's boisterous voice could be heard bellowing something about a "banger of a post-win rager" while good-natured slaps and jeers echoed off the walls.

Normally, Hinata would have been right in the thick of the chaos - feeding off the infectious energy and hollering along with the best of them. Tonight, however, all that background noise barely even registered past the singular focus currently demanding every iota of his undivided attentions.

Because there you were across the bustling floor, radiant smile shining brighter than the overhead stadium lights as you chatted animatedly with Tadashi. Hinata swallowed hard, unable to tear his molten stare away as you tossed your head back in unbridled laughter at something your twin said - the column of your throat completely on display and begging for the torrid worship of his mouth.

His lashes fluttered momentarily as Hinata allowed himself to fully envision crowding into your space, caging you against his solid frame as you stared up at him in breathless bewilderment. He could practically taste the dizzying cocktail of your floral shampoo and rapidly spiking arousal intermingling as his rough palms ghosted over the feminine flare of your hips possessively.

"Such a good girl for me tonight," Hinata would rumble in a rasping growl that would make you shudder. "Cheering me on so sweetly... you deserve a reward now, don’t you kitten?"

He would dip in close enough for his lips to brush against the feverish pulse in your throat as you swallowed convulsively at his bold suggestion. Hinata could almost feel the delicate shiver wracking your frame as those innocent, expressive eyes darkened with dawning temptation right before he claimed your parted mouth in a searing kiss.

Only the graze of a heavy palm against his shoulder snapped Hinata out of that delirious trance. His head whipped around to find Atsumu crowding into his space with a cocky smirk that immediately put him on edge.

"So hey Sho-kun," the blond purred in a voice like dark silk. "Looks like you already got plans for celebrating that big win judging by how you're eye-fucking Yamaguchi's sister over there."

Hinata tensed, digging deep to remain outwardly unfazed in the face of such blatantly provocative teasing. But a small, traitorous part of him couldn't deny the undercurrent of hot, thrilling validation thrumming through Atsumu's words either.

Someone else had clearly noticed the heated gazes and molten tension sizzling between your forms now. And rather than mock or judge, Atsumu seemed to practically savor Hinata's quiet infatuation in rare approval.

"Not sure what you're on about," he grumbled out gruffly, maintaining a carefully curated mask of nonchalance for appearances. "Pretty sure that's just what people look like when they're happy for their friend's success on the court."

Even as he deflected, Hinata's eyes tracked the graceful sweep of your body as you pivoted on your heel, only to find your bright gaze directed right back towards him now. The universe itself seemed to narrow down to just your smoldering forms alone as every fractured second ground to a halt between each shared inhale.

God, you had no idea just how much you tempted complete madness with those guileless eyes and softly parted lips currently burning into him from across the arena. Hinata felt himself beginning to slowly unspool the longer you held his molten stare hostage effortlessly.

Whether you realized it or not, you were rapidly fueling the fever pitch of his determination to ruin you properly before the night's end stretched on any longer. Years of quietly molded fantasies and memories culminated into this blazing inertia demanding action before it consumed every last rational fiber of his being utterly.

"She's looking this way, right at you man," Atsumu murmured in a honeyed timbre beside him, sounding alarmingly similar to the sinful voice of temptation itself now. "Don't you think it's about time to stop all this creeping around and find out if she really does have the hots for ya?"

Hinata rumbled low in his chest, more sensations than coherent words contained in the resonance vibrating across his tensed shoulders. That flame Atsumu had so accurately identified was rapidly becoming an inferno, stoking his lust higher with every passing second that your twin gazes remained tangled amidst the celebration unfolding without a single care for propriety.

He could practically see the searing outline burned into your guileless depths in that instant - the imprints of what sculpted shoulders and ridges he might unknowingly awaken your first breathless, shameless stirrings over more clearly. And the thought of defiling that remaining innocence forever with unchecked passion was nearly enough to make his restraint snap entirely.

"Shoyo! Get your ass over here already, celebratory shots time!"

Bokuto's booming voice shattered the fevered tension at last as Hinata reluctantly tore his focus away from your magnetic orbit. But not before shooting you one final smoldering look heavy with dark promise.

Beside him, Atsumu chuckled with deeply layered appreciation at the loaded exchange passing between your forms without another word necessary. Hinata responded with a subtle, predatory smirk that clearly conveyed his intent to revel in that unspoken rapport with you unrepentantly moving forward.

"Sounds fun and all, but I've got my eyes on a different kind of celebration at the moment," he murmured with thinly-veiled purpose.

Then, with each rolling step carrying fresh inertia towards your glowing silhouette lingering nearby, Hinata allowed the last crumbling shreds of hesitation to dissolve into anticipatory heat. His cock was already achingly stiff against the unforgiving fabric of his shorts by the time he reached your side - so utterly enthralled by your presence it bordered on rapturous fever.

Outwardly, he maintained a careful veneer of casual nonchalance even as his ember irises scorched over every tempting contour presently filling his peripherals. Up close once more, Hinata could smell the crisp, clean tang of citrus and jasmine radiating off your warm skin - a heady, intoxicating cocktail of purity and hidden feminine heat that made his palms itch with the overwhelming need to touch you.

"Hey sis, you about ready to—?" Tadashi started, only to freeze at the abrupt weight of Hinata's relentless stare pinning him in place.

To his endless credit, your twin didn't immediately bristle or snap into defensive mode despite certainly sensing the banked fires raging beneath Hinata's stoic mask at that moment. No, Tadashi simply studied him for several prolonged heartbeats with uncanny calculation filtering behind his eyes. Then, drawing himself upright, he cleared his throat and fixed Hinata with a long, weighted look.

"Well, I'll just leave you two to catch up then," he murmured with pointed emphasis, bestowing his trust onto Hinata's shoulders with that single declaration of space.

Hinata appreciated the courtesy and read between the lines readily. Tadashi might suspect his real motives were not nearly so benign any longer, but was withholding final judgment one way or another based on how Hinata chose to conduct himself next.

With a subtle nod of acknowledgment, Hinata turned the full force of his focus back to where you remained innocently oblivious to the battle of wills flickering between both men. God, the lack of guile currently shining in your beaming features sent fresh lances of protective fervency singing through his veins amidst the hunger.

"You were amazing out there tonight, Shoyo," you praised without reservation, smile stretching radiant and warm in a way that left him breathless all over again. "That cross-spike in the third set was seriously amazing!"

"Thanks, I worked really hard on perfecting that setup," Hinata rumbled out in a voice gone to velvet gravel that made your pupils blow fractionally wider despite your naive enthusiasm.

He drank in the subtle shiver that wracked your frame, satisfaction curling hot in his gut. Clearly while years of fantasizing had in no way prepared Hinata for reintroducing the untempered rasp of blatant desire into your dynamic, it had the intended effect all the same.

Unable to resist further, he took a prowling step into your orbit - delighting in the way your breath hitched when his solid chest brushed yours. His callused fingers itched to splay over the bare skin of your waist, desperate to feel the rapid fluttering of your pulse against his rough palms properly.

"Although I have to admit..." Hinata continued, trailing off to allow his heated amber stare to rove over you in an indolent sweep. "What really pushed me through those grueling sets tonight was the thought of having you splayed out on my bedsheets later, kitten..."

The blatant crudity of his words had your jaw dropping in a wordless 'o' of shock, though Hinata couldn't help but savor the glazed glimmer of temptation momentarily unfurling behind your innocent irises. He craved to chase that forbidden spark until it transformed into an inferno of shameless yearning matching his own finally.

"Wh—Shoyo!" you stammered out breathlessly, shrinking back instinctively as heat rushed to stain your cheeks in a delicious blush. "Where is all this even coming from all of a sudden?"

He flashed you that crooked, predatory smirk you'd never seen grace his features previously - the one that promised each unholy revelation to come was but a mere crumb trailing toward the true raptures he planned to show you soon enough. Hinata braced one broad forearm against the wall beside your head, effectively caging you into his solid frame as his mouth ghosted dangerously close enough to sow the first seeds of sweet ruin onto your parted lips.

"Don't act so scandalized, princess," the rumbling growl thrummed between your shared breaths in a seductive caress. "You and I both know you've been perched on that razor's edge of temptation every time your pretty eyes roved over my body earlier too...imagining how different things finally feel compared to everything fading memory lets you fantasize over at night alone, hmm?"

You shuddered bodily at the deliciously lurid insinuation, the mere suggestion of such forbidden knowledge rendering you momentarily mute despite his blunt provocations. Hinata savored each stunned flutter of those long lashes adoringly, already anticipating the euphoric gasps and mewls he'd soon elicit from that sweet mouth as he thoroughly unraveled your remaining innocence inch by molten inch.

"Shoyo..." you tried to interject, though the plea emerged strained and hoarse - undercut by the delirious curl of desire already blossoming between your thighs from his mere proximity alone.

"Shhh...it's okay," he hushed in a low purr that vibrated through your entire frame. "I've got you now, kitten...no more dancing around everything this fire between us has been simmering towards since the very beginning."

Hinata punctuated the declaration by nuzzling his sharp nose along the sensitive column of your throat, inhaling your floral musk like the sweetest opiate as he blazed a path towards the hollow of your ear with languid, open-mouthed worship.

"Don't worry, baby...you'll be whimpering out every filthy little fantasy you've been too ashamed to indulge properly soon enough," he rasped in dark promise against your shuddering form. "I'll ruin you in the most obscene and delicious ways imaginable until you come apart completely from my cock—"

"Shoyo!"

Your sharp cry finally snapped him out of that feverish spiral, though Hinata refused to withdraw from the intimate sprawl of your twined bodies entirely yet. Not when your pupils had already blown wide through the exquisite conflict of self-consciousness and kindling arousal set aflame between your forms at long last.

He studied you carefully for several heartbeats, relishing the sight of your chest flushing a rosy hue. You looked utterly debauched despite his relatively tame provocations so far—almost as though faint impressions of your sordid imaginings were already searing themselves across your lovely canvas for him to marvel over properly.

"Sorry, got a little carried away there, I guess," he breathed out in a gravelly rumble that had you quivering anew. "You just have no idea what it does to me seeing you so sweet and unraveled like this for once."

When you didn't immediately respond beyond a shaky inhale, Hinata pressed forward—quite literally, as he angled your conjoined bodies into an even more intimate press that trapped his rapidly swelling cock between your trembling thighs in delicious promise.

"You want to know exactly where all this is coming from, baby girl?" he husked out in a velvety baritone ghosting between your quivering lips once more. "Well, why don't you come back to my place and let me show you in the ways I've been dreaming about you for years now?"

He punctuated the depraved offer with a slow, sinuous roll of his hips that made your eyes flutter and breath hitch with unbridled shock.

"O-Oh! I, um..." You stammered breathlessly, those soulful eyes darting between his heated stare and the insistent ridge grinding up against your clothed heat. "Well your place...that sounds fun, I guess! I'd love to hear more about the game from you, you know—"

Fuck, your endearing obliviousness almost made him groan in helpless rapture right then and there. Perhaps the written invitation had been far too subtle for your innocent sensibilities to pick up on properly. This called for a more forceful approach...one that would leave no uncertainty regarding his deliciously heated intentions after you were behind closed doors together finally.

So in one fluid surge of masculine aggression, Hinata allowed his dominant arm to snake around your waist fully, hoisting you up and flush against his rock-solid frame without warning. He swallowed your adorable gasp of surprise with a molten growl, relishing the way your palms splayed out across his chest reflexively as you instinctively anchored your slight form to his much larger one.

"I'm going to fuck you senseless tonight, kitten," he grated out in low, feral promise against your parted lips, already pivoting to make for the nearest exit. "Going to make you come apart for me over and over until this sweet little body of yours knows it belongs to nobody else but me from now until eternity..."

You whimpered beautifully at that crass vow, writhing unconsciously as his free hand palmed the generous curve of your asscheek in rough possession. Hinata felt his cock throb maddeningly in response, lust blazing white-hot as fantasy after fantasy spiraled closer to searing reality at long, aching last.

"Don't try fighting this anymore," he commanded in a molten rasp dripping temptation with each vowel. "I've only just begun to show you the true depths of my depravity...but if you're a good little girl, I'll give you everything you ever fantasized about and more before the sun rises tomorrow, baby..."

With that husked benediction still shivering through your very marrow, Hinata carried you both towards sweet, ruinous rapture awaiting in the distance without another flickering shred of restraint left to tame the inferno blazing between your tangled spirits at last.

You would be his utterly - shattered, debauched, reborn amidst the ashes of your innocence tonight and any nights beyond left to come afterwards. And Hinata already knew he would revel in every shattering, breathless unraveling until the boundaries separating your forms simply ceased to exist at all in the wake of such profound, profane communion.

As soon as Hinata opened the door to his apartment, you immediately brushed past him—drawn towards the stunning floor-to-ceiling windows spanning the far wall with stars in your eyes. He was instantly hypnotized by the sway of your hips and couldn't tear his heated gaze away. He watched hungrily as you pressed against the glass, enamored by the glittering cityscape before you.

"Pretty cool view, right?" he rumbled, slowly prowling up behind your petite frame. You startled when his chest pressed against your back, instantly surrounding you in his heady masculine presence.

"Y-Yeah, it's incredible," you stammered, heart fluttering against your ribcage. "You can see everything from up here."

"Can you now?" Hinata's voice dropped an octave, that suggestive lilt making you shiver. His calloused palms skated up your bare arms unhurriedly as he leaned down, hot breath fanning over the sensitive shell of your ear. "And just what exactly did you have in mind for enjoying those...premium sights, baby?"

You bit your lip to stifle a whimper as his nose trailed along your neck - undoubtedly scenting the arousal already trickling through your veins despite your best efforts. Hinata chuckled lowly when you failed to respond beyond shaky exhales.

"Don't get all shy on me now," he crooned, warm lips brushing your pulse point. "Pretty sure I've earned the right to be a little curious after spending years dreaming about having you just like this..."

Your breath hitched as Hinata's palms smoothed over your abdomen to splay possessively across your lower belly, fingertips grazing the waistband of your skirt in clear suggestion. He rutted his hips against the swell of your ass - allowing you to feel every thick inch of his cock grinding against you insistently.

"Well?" He prompted in that same velvet-rough timbre, clearly expecting a response this time. "How about giving me a preview of exactly what's gonna make you squirm and whimper when I finally get this cute little skirt off you, hmm?"

You swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry as the reality of Hinata's scorching attentions crashed over you in waves. His words were every bit as crude and demanding as the heated length now nudging against you with an undercurrent of commanding virility.

"I...I don't know what you—"

Hinata's hands squeezed your hips sharply, cutting off your rebuttal with a growl of displeasure that sent a frisson of need zinging straight to your core on instinct.

"None of that, kitten," he rumbled in rebuke against your hairline, strong arms like steel bands bracketing you into place. "You don't get to play innocent anymore - not when you've been teasing me without even realizing it for years now."

One of those large palms trailed upwards to palm your breast with gratifying possession, fingers toying with your pebbled nipple through the thin fabric in a way that made you gasp.

"That's it...just like that," Hinata groaned, sounding enraptured by your stunned vocalization. "God, you have no idea how bad I wanna hear you let it all out without holding back tonight. Been saving up those gorgeous little noises for me all along, haven't you, baby?"

Emboldened by your trembling silence and wide-eyed awe, Hinata spun you around to face him abruptly - pinning you against the cool glass with one of his thick thighs wedged between yours. The predatory intensity in his hooded stare left you dizzy as he caged you in with his powerful frame.

"Come on, princess...don't be shy," he murmured while rolling his hips in tantalizing emphasis, grinding his length against your abdomen in simmering promise. "Tell me exactly where you want me to start worshipping that sweet body with my hands and mouth first..."

He punctuated the lewd offer with a slow, sensual lap of his tongue along the column of your throat that had you gasping and bucking against him reflexively. You'd never seen this side of him before - this unabashed, dominant side that exuded a magnetic forcefield of pure, carnal energy.

"Sh-Shoyo," you pleaded in a breathy voice you barely recognized. "This is so embarrassing, I...I mean we've never even kissed and you're talking about—"

Your words died in a strangled moan as Hinata's mouth crashed into yours - devouring you in a hot, open-mouthed kiss that seared with unchecked hunger. His lips moved against yours insistently, coaxing your own into a messy tango of lips, tongues, and teeth as his hands skated down to grasp the back of your thighs, hiking you up onto his hips as though you weighed nothing.

"Mmph, fuck," he panted raggedly right before he latched onto your bottom lip with a lewd suck that left you both groaning. "Tastes so fucking good - I could spend the rest of my life kissing you like this and never get enough..."

The admission sent a delirious thrill of arousal coursing through you, leaving your skin tingling and blood humming with molten desire. Without thinking, you looped your arms around his broad shoulders to anchor yourself closer, grinding down on the thick erection jutting up against you shamelessly.

Hinata groaned against your mouth, rutting into the sweet friction your bodies were creating. You could feel how wet you were through the thin fabric of your panties, and judging from the way he was grinding against you like a man possessed, so did he.

"Fucking hell, kitten...you really want me to take you like this, don't you?" he husked, voice raw with lust. "Get rid of these fucking clothes and just fuck you right up against the window for the entire world to see how fucking needy you are for me?"

His filthy words left you panting and mewling, desperately clinging to him as he continued his ruthless assault on your senses. You didn't even care about the potential repercussions of being so exposed right now. All that mattered was the heat, the pleasure, and the way Shoyo was looking at you as though he wanted to eat you alive.

"I'm gonna give it to you just like that, baby...so good, so fucking deep and hard," Hinata growled, nipping at your neck with a hint of teeth. "Gonna show you what it feels like to get fucked within an inch of your life by the only man who'll ever get to see you come apart like this..."

His fingers were digging into your ass cheeks now, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he ground his cock against your dripping core. You were practically writhing against him, desperate for release but too lost in the moment to think about anything other than chasing the delicious friction between your bodies.

"Shoyo, please," you gasped, arching your back and grinding down harder against his thigh. You were so close, you could feel the pressure building, your body trembling with anticipation. "Please, I'm so close..."

Hinata's hand slipped between your legs, pressing against your throbbing clit through the thin fabric of your panties. His fingers rubbed slow, firm circles as his cock continued to grind against your thigh, and within seconds, you were teetering on the edge.

His forehead pressed against yours as he stared into your eyes, his expression a mixture of intense arousal and affection. "Let go, baby. I wanna see you come for me," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that resonated deep inside you.

Your orgasm hit like a tidal wave, washing over you in a white-hot rush of pleasure. Your eyes fluttered shut, your mouth open in a silent cry as the sensation consumed you. You felt Hinata's lips press against yours in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans as your body trembled and shuddered in his arms.

When you finally came down from your high, Hinata's arms were wrapped around you, holding you close and stroking your back. "That was so fucking hot, baby," he murmured, kissing your temple. "You don’t know how badly I wanted to touch you like that for so long now..."

Your face flushed as the realization of what just happened hit you. You'd never experienced anything like that before - so raw and primal, but also tender and intimate. "It was...I've never..." you stammered, too embarrassed to put your thoughts into words.

If possible, you watched as Hinata's eyes darken even further with lust, his grip on you tightening possessively. "Never?" he repeated, his voice low and rough as he began to nuzzle and kiss your neck. "Fuck, kitten...you mean nobody has ever touched you like that before?"

You shook your head, biting your lip as you avoided his heated gaze. But Hinata was having none of that, his hands gripping your jaw gently but firmly as he forced you to look at him. "Don't hide from me, princess," he murmured, his lips brushing yours as he spoke. "I wanna hear you say it. Say that I'm the first man to make you feel like this..."

You felt your body responding to his words, the desire coursing through your veins again, stronger than before. "Y-Yes," you whispered, unable to resist the urge to grind against him. "Only you, Shoyo."

The words were barely out of your mouth before he was kissing you again, his hands roaming over your body as he guided you back towards the window once more. You could feel his cock straining against his pants, pressing against your belly, and a small part of you was almost afraid of how big he felt.

But there was no turning back now - not when Hinata was growling and rutting against you like a wild animal, his hands already tearing at your clothes. You didn't protest, too caught up in the moment to think about anything other than getting him naked as quickly as possible.

Your skirt and top were tossed carelessly aside, followed by your bra and panties. You stood naked before him, a flush creeping up your neck and spreading across your chest as his hungry eyes roamed over your body. You felt your nipples harden, whether it was from the sheer intensity of his gaze or the cool glass behind you, you couldn't tell.

Hinata was breathing heavily now, his pupils blown wide as he drank in the sight of you. His hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, making you gasp and arch into his touch. "So pretty," he murmured, leaning in to kiss the valley between your breasts. "And all mine..."

Your head fell back against the glass as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. You were already aching for him, desperate to feel him inside you. Your hands found his hair, threading through the soft strands as he lavished attention on your breasts, his hand sneaking down to slide between your thighs.

You gasped as his fingers parted your slick folds, circling your entrance teasingly. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, a smirk playing on his lips as he eased one finger inside, making you moan softly. He set a steady pace, working you open slowly, his mouth still sucking and nibbling at your nipples.

"More," you whimpered, rolling your hips in time with his movements. "Please, Shoyo...I need more..."

He chuckled softly, adding another finger and pumping them faster. You could feel the heat building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter as his thumb rubbed against your clit. You were panting and writhing against him now, completely lost in the sensation.

Hinata pulled back suddenly, leaving you feeling empty and needy. But before you could protest, he was tugging his shirt off, tossing it to the side and then shoving his pants down. You sucked in a breath as his cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the tip absolutely glistening with precum.

His eyes met yours, dark and full of lust. "Turn around and bend over for me, baby," he growled, his voice sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. "I wanna fuck you from behind - wanna see your pretty little ass bounce as I pound into you."

You did as he asked, bracing yourself against the window as he pressed his cock against your entrance, rubbing the tip up and down your slit. You were already so wet, you could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs. Hinata gripped your hips tightly, pulling you back onto his cock, hissing as the chubby tip slipped inside.

"Ah f-fuck," he grunted, hissing as your walls clenched around him, struggling to adjust to his size. "Taking me so well, baby..."

You moaned, trying to relax and let him sink deeper. You could feel every inch of him stretching and filling you, the burning stretch sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. Hinata bottomed out, his hips flush against your ass, and the sensation was indescribable.

Your elbows buckled and you dropped forward, cheek pressing against the cool glass as Hinata began to fuck you, slow and deep, each stroke driving him deeper. You could hear his labored breathing, feel his hands tightening on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he picked up the pace.

One of his hands slid up your spine before grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging back. "Fuck, look at you," he growled, his voice ragged with pleasure. "So fucking perfect, taking my cock so well...just like I knew you would, kitten."

The praise only heightened the pleasure coursing through you. You could feel your second orgasm building, and Hinata's relentless pounding wasn't helping. You were a moaning, panting mess, the window fogged with your breath, his fingers tangled in your hair and your breasts pressed flush against the glass.

"You think anyone can see us from down there, baby?" Hinata's voice was pure sin as he continued to thrust into you. "How does it feel knowing anyone who looks up can see just how fucking needy and desperate you are for me?"

The thought should have made you nervous, but all you could focus on was the pleasure, the way his cock was stretching and filling you so perfectly. You were practically drooling at the thought of him claiming you like this - right here, where anyone could see.

"Yes, yes, please, don't stop," you moaned, the pressure building higher and higher until you felt like you were going to explode. "Shoyo, I'm so close...please make me cum, please..."

Hinata's hips began to piston even faster, his cock slamming into you so hard you were sure there would be bruises later. He was grunting and growling, his grip on your hair almost painful as he pounded into you, his cock hitting all the right places. You could feel your climax approaching, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, your walls clenching around him as he chased his own release.

"That's it, baby...come for me," he rasped, his breath hot against your ear. "Cum all over my cock, I wanna feel it..."

And just like that, you were tumbling over the edge, crying out as the pleasure washed over you. Your body shook and trembled, your walls fluttering and squeezing around him as you all but squirted, coating his cock in a flood of wetness. Hinata fucked you through your orgasm, his pace unrelenting, the slick sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room.

"F-fuck, kitten," he growled, his hips snapping against you, his cock hitting so deep it made you whimper. "I'm gonna cum, gonna fill you up...fuck!"

You could feel him twitching inside you, his movements becoming erratic and then suddenly he was burying himself deep, his cock pulsing as he came, painting your walls with hot spurts of his cum. He collapsed against you, his weight pushing you harder against the window, his breath hot against your neck.

For a few minutes, all you could do was catch your breath, your bodies still joined. But then you felt his large palms smooth over the underside of your knees, lifting them up and hooking them over his forearms, effectively trapping you between his body and the glass.

"Wait, what are you—oh my God," you moaned loudly, feeling his cock harden and swell inside you almost instantly. "Sh-Shoyo, w-wait a sec, I—"

"Can't," he interrupted in a guttural snarl, grinding his hips into yours as he began to slowly fuck his cum deeper inside you. "Need another, kitten. Need to feel you come on my cock one more time before we get cleaned up."

"O-one more??" you choked out, unable to believe the words coming out of his mouth. You were exhausted and still a little dazed, but the way he was thrusting into you was quickly reigniting the fire within your core.

"Mhmm," he hummed, nuzzling and kissing the crook of your neck and shoulder. "Just one more...then I'll stop."

It was a lie and you both knew it.

[diejager]

Hi! In your Only Human AU what would happen if TF 141 + König and Horangi go into a something like a “rut”? Or is that possible in this universe? If it is would they ask Y/N for help? If possible can it be in the form of a Drabble🥺?

Rut Cw: rut/heat cycles, mention of sex, possessive behaviour, obsessiveness, mention of knotting, implied smut, tell me if I missed any.

Ruts were odd phenomenons, it reduced hybrids and monsters to desperate and horny men, clinging onto the person they considered their mate for relief and pleasure. Some hybrids had ruts, like canid and felid shifters or shifters in general, a monthly cycle that incapacitated them. Others were luckier, having a few ruts per year, sometimes once every few month or once a year; these could range from a dragon to a harpie or from a percht to a gorgon. There, however, were some exceptions, spectral beings and the undead were without ruts, their body long dead and able to function without it, yet they could impregnate and be impregnated as any other hybrid and monster could. They suffered from bouts of occasional arousal, little flares of pleasure when faced with a situation that turned them on or by strong emotions towards someone or something.

You were unfortunately enough to be thrown into a group of rutting hybrids - with the sole exception of Ghost - unprepared and without a forewarning on how to deal with them. You had to deal with a clingy werewolf, howling at the moon and whining in utter heartbreak because you told him off for humping your leg in the rec room, huffing and gasping down your neck. A hissing and possessive tiger, stalking you down the halls and jumping you whenever you were alone to ravage you against the wall, mouthing and nipping at your neck, making sure his scent would stick over the wolf and nagual musk. And a protective nagual, looming over you like a shadow, arm slung around your shoulder and ready to start a fight with the other shifters if they tried masking his scent.

Luckily, their ruts never overlapped, it might’ve been a fortunate coincidence, but one that you wouldn’t take for granted. You had a schedule drawn up in the first year after they accepted you into their pack, Soap’s was always after the full moon, the silver disk being the catalyst to his urge; Horangi had his in the later days of each month, oftentimes beginning on the last day of the werewolf’s rut; and Alejandro took the first week of the month, starting slowly on the third or fourth day and ramping up on the following day.

Unfortunately, you hadn’t put in consideration for the others. Price, Gaz and König also had their moments in the yearly cycle, falling victim to the throes of instinctual need. You thanked your lucky star that Gaz rutted once or twice a year - thrice on rare accounts - with little to no change in his character. He might’ve been more hands, wanting to keep a hand around your waist, to give you soft and loving kisses on your lips as much as he did on your cheek, nose and forehead.

Price and König were a handful, one hoarded you to his office and had you follow him wherever he went, and the other was deathly possessive and deep into his instincts. König was on the extreme side of his type, breaking out nearly six to seven times a year, stuck mid shift with broader shoulders, red eyes and a monstrous appearance, and he had half the mind to stay considerate to other. A danger stumbling on two feet. Price was the medium, a perfect balance with three or four ruts yearly and a the self control to let you go if the situation demanded it. Despite his self-control, he was still a dragon, controlling and possessive, ordering you to come straight back to him whether or not you were knotted to Soap or Rudy was balls deep inside of you.

Despite Rudolfo being considered a monster, he was simply a human with the ability to control cadejos, as vulnerable and as resilient as one. And being human meant that he got aroused, coaxing you into his room for the night and taking care of the heat brewing between your legs. Much like Rudy, Ghost retained his bodily function - human wise - and came back as a monster, but he was a stranger to ruts, scoffing at the neediness and vulnerability of one. That, however, never stopped him from indulging in his sexual kinks and dark fetishes, having you as the subject of his exploration if no one else hit their cycles.

They were a handful, from Soap’s mutt-like character to Rudy’s calm demeanour, they had you exhausted, wringing you dry and panting, always ending up face down or backed against the wall. You were grateful - truly - that the others would willingly jump in and take over for you, helping whoever it was spend his rut. Now, you’d have to redraw your calendar, tired and clinging to your bed to stand up.

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[hitomisuzuya]

OMGKOFMGMFOOFMF I LOVE UR WORK SM AND FEEL FREE TO IGNORE THIS…..

Scummy scara x reader smutty where hes like a weirdo and as usual obsessed with darling and just a sucker for you!!! I LIVE for ur scummy scara so😘😘

Luv u lots stay hydrated and healthy and thank you!!!❤️❤️

Scummy Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Scara being obsessive, possessive, and perverted. Masturbation. Dry humping. Cumming on instead of inside. Pre established relationship in the beginning.

Thank you so much🥺🥺 I really love how this request was worded.

Scaramouche couldn't believe his luck one night. Never had he been so glad he took a walk because he couldn't sleep, thoughts of you consuming his mind. He was paused outside your dorm room, hearing the softest, most curious noises coming from behind the door.

His hand hovered over his hardening cock. He knew what you were up to, judging from the soft whimpers and moans. He pressed his ear to your door, closing his eyes.

He could just see you naked with your legs spread, your fingers working over your pussy as you writhed restlessly on your bed. Your back would arch as you grinded into your fingers. Shaky moans and sighs you were trying to muffle sounded from you, your fingers pinching and rubbing your clit.

Scaramouche bit his lip, having to swallow his own moans as his cock hardened and strained in his jeans. He wanted so badly to take his cock out and jack off to the sounds of your noises while he pictured you.

He couldn't help but palm his cock. He wanted to be the one making you make those noises. He heard your moans tinged with whimpers as you fingered yourself. He could picture you struggling, your hips bucking as you fucked yourself onto your fingers.

You poor thing. Your fingers were so small, they couldn't reach the places his fingers could. He really wished that your door was open a little, so he could actually see you fingering your pussy into a sopping mess trying desperately to get yourself off.

He almost lost it hearing you whimper softly about how you wanted to cum. He had reluctantly retreat back to his own dorm, not being able to ignore the ache in his cock anymore. With the aid of a pair of your panties he'd stolen from your room while you were out, he fisted his cock thinking of the all the ways he'd love to ruin you, and get you off.

Scaramouche would always make you cum, even discover that could squirt with his fingers alone.

Being that he is a trust fund baby, whatever Scaramouche wanted, Scaramouche got. It was only a matter of time before he sank his claws into you, and made you his. You came so willingly and obediently, the good girl that he could corrupt and ruin, reduce to a cock slut for him. It made him wonder if you'd been thinking about him that night.

"Everyone has to know," Scaramouche growled, pinning your wrists together above your head. He groaned, grinding his cock against your clothed cunt. "Everyone has to know you fucking belong to me, slut," He pulled your hair, forcing your head to the side so he could suck and bite on your neck.

He quivered feeling your body react to him. Your body twitched into his touches as you moved your head to the side, exposing your throat submissively to him. Your hips moved in time with his, his cock creating friction on your clit through your panties. He could feel your skin heating from embarrassment at how wet you were getting.

Your clit throbbed as your panties clung to it, the stimulation making you grind more needily against him. It always sent him reeling how fast he could make you needy for him. Even the way you squirm told him you enjoyed having your hands trapped above your head.

"Fuck, I can feel you soaking through my jeans," Scaramouche moaned next to your ear, his teeth biting and sucking greedily next to your throat. He knew you would never hide his deep bruises of possession.

Childe especially needed to see them.

Scaramouche reached down unbutton his jeans. He hissed softly in relief once he took it out. He hastily moved your panties aside. "How about if I cum on this pretty pussy, hm?" He rubbed his cock against your bare clit, tearing louder moans from your throat.

You mewled in pleasure as he delivers a wet flick to your clit, pleasure burst white hot behind your eyes as your hips jerked up to grind your pussy on his cock. His hand tightened on your wrists, groaning as his cock pulsed between your folds.

He let out an aroused, shaky laugh at how quickly your pussy was soaking his entire cock. He purposely pushed the head of his cock into your pussy, purely just to tease you and work you up more.

The more cock drunk you are for him, the more he could corrupt you.

Your moan of bliss as his cum spurted onto your cunt was the sweetest he'd heard.

[dollfacefantasy]

Ddlg Chris, this, ddlg Leon that... They're good, but mommy Ada is what im looking forrrrrrr (I already KNOW you'll get me kennykins)

mhm i'm picking up what you're putting down hehe

ada wong x fem!reader

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, mommy kink, thigh riding

tags: @nexysworld @d10nyx @pupthepokemonenthusiast

"Come closer for me, babydoll," Ada purrs as she guides you across the couch into her lap.

Her plush lips meet yours in a series of soft kisses. Soft fingertips glide over your thighs to your hips. The swell of her chest pushes against yours. She's all you can smell, and it's absolutely intoxicating.

The two of you had been lounging around the house, both not wearing much to start with. Fortunate for you, only wearing panties on your lower half makes the rush of pleasure that much more intense when you roll your hips down on her leg.

She huffs out a laugh and pulls back a bit, taking in the sight of your swollen, wet lips.

"Greedy girl," she coos teasingly, coasting her thumb under your chin, "Wanting more already?"

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you nod.

"Yeah? You'll need to use your words for me then, baby," she says.

"I want more," you say softly, eyes timid as they connect with hers.

"I already know you want more," she taunts. Her hand sweeps back down to squeeze your waist in tandem with her other one. "You can beg for me better than that."

A whine falls from your lips, but that doesn't cut it. "P-please," you begin, "I wanna feel good."

Her smile grows, but she doesn't say anything to imply you've satisfied her command.

"I wanna be good for you. However you want. Please?" you continue.

"Please what?" she asks in response to your pathetic display.

How could you have forgotten the magic word?

"Please mommy?" you whimper.

"My smart girl," she says, her voice low and seductive.

She pulls you closer on her lap and adjust you so only one of her thighs is slotted between your legs. You get a few more kisses as she pulls you down on it.

"I think I need to teach you some self-sufficiency so I don't have to coax everything out of you," she whispers against your mouth, "I want you to make yourself cum."

Your eyes blink open. You whine softly and reach for her hand, wanting her to make you cum instead.

"Ah ah," she tuts, "Maybe later if you put on a good show for me."

The promise of her hands on you later was enough to convince you to start rolling your hips like you'd been doing before. You grind yourself down against her thigh, letting your clit drag against her.

"C'mon. You're a big girl. You can do better," she teases and leans back. Her hands remain on your hips, giving you little guidance. "I can feel how wet you are. I know you want to move faster."

So you do. As was typical in your relationship with Ada, she spoke it and you obeyed her words as if they were enchanted. Your hips rut against her, displaying an accurate representation of the passion inside her. You moan and your head tilts back as the pleasure blooms within you.

"There you go," she coos, "Such a good girl for mommy, doing what your told. I suppose this is pretty natural for you. Like a needy puppy in heat."

You gasp, feeling your face heat up. In your present condition, words weren't an option. Your mind had been reduced down to a haze of need and desire. All you can do is lean forward and bury yourself in the crook of her neck. Your hips keep rocking the whole time.

"My baby," she chuckles. Her hands slide around to your back and rub it soothingly as if trying to calm you down. You pant against her smooth skin, nuzzling it like an affectionate puppy.

"Feels so good," you whimper, practically drooling on her throat.

"I can tell," she says.

Her palms leave your back and snake between your two bodies to fondle your breasts. The sensation draws more mewls from you and makes you hump her leg faster, chasing that blissful edge that was just in reach.

"Mommy," you whine, "Can I cum soon?"

"Look at you, actually remembering to ask for permission," she praises and plants a kiss on the side of your head.

"Can I?" you whine again with desperation. You had asked in advanced because you knew she would draw this out, but the brink of ecstasy was still quickly approaching.

"Look me in the eyes when you ask," she says.

You force yourself up and look into her eyes.

"Mommy, can I please cum?" you say, making sure to include any words she could tack on to make you ask again.

"Can I?" she mocks.

"May I? Fuck," you whimper. Your hips sputter as your release is impending.

"Yes," she says with a small laugh, finally permitting you to topple over the edge.

You come apart on top of her, bucking your hips wildly as euphoria crashes over you. Your head returns to its spot against her neck. You ride out the pleasure until it dwindles down to a fizzle.

When you're done, she guides you to look up at her, rubbing her thumb across your lips.

"Such a good girl," she coos. She then smriks, briefly dipping her thumb between your lips. "I think I offered you something if you put on a good show."

Her other hand dips into your panties.

"I'd say you've earned it."

[satoruhour]

sub and/or virgin gojo who can't wait to fuck??

a/n: ouh baby you read my mind. here u go / sub!gojo, gojo has literal heart eyes 4 u, teasing, dry humping / grinding, light nipple play, light choking, orgasm denial, light binding, pet names, n*sfw under the cut

gojo thinks he might just die.

that’s all he feels when he looks at you as you straddle him, lips swollen and red from kissing you like a needy little thing. under the pleading, blue eyes he had, there was something begging to be relieved, a carnal need for his lover.

it’s cute, how the strongest sorcerer is reduced to something so little in the bedroom, wrists loosely tied to the bedpost. gojo satoru could break free easily too, but he doesn’t, sitting like a good boy under you and waiting.

“baby.” it’s breathless, his porcelain skin flushed red from the whole ordeal, illustrating his features so nicely when they aren’t threatening an enemy curse user or talking to gakuganji — he’s close to crying and his hips are bucking into yours and he’s whining, a sight that’s seared into your brain yet you’ll tell no one.

“what is it, ’toru, hm?” you ask, voice sultry, standing your ground and trying not to grind down on his bulge, either, choosing to focus all your energy on making him tell you exactly what he wants. “i need words, baby boy.”

satoru almost cums there and then, with how your hands trail up his half naked body, sending chills through his limbs with how you span his abs to his pecs and to his neck, squeezing oh so lightly on his carotid to give him that brief high. 

“i w’nna…” he hums, the headboard creaking a little from how he struggles against the binds, desperately to touch just an inch of you. “i wanna touch you, princess.”

you let out a heavy sigh, both at his need and the feel of your cunt along his pelvis, dragging slowly to bring out satoru’s whimpers. it’s a torture to him more than you, who’s making use of his body freely with your neck exposed and moans that now increase in volume. it’s killing him, how soon after he’s close, you’re suddenly halting your hips, smiling down like a minx at his predicament.

“no— no, no, baby, please—” gojo’s pouting and whining, sounds cut off when you press the heel of your hand into his sensitive bulge, big and uncomfortable under his jujutsu uniform, “i’ll do anything, baby girl, p-please... just w’nna fuck you—”

and then it’s square one all over again, palming his hard cock through the trousers and the other dancing around his pecs before taking his nipple, squeezing between your thumb and forefinger — all rewarded by seeing your boyfriend fall apart by your hands. and he chokes out multiple moans, grinding against your hand to get some kind of relief but you pull back immediately.

“behave, satoru.” that one word coming from anyone else probably wouldn’t work on satoru, but the cadence of your voice and the way you say it immediately shuts him up. “be a good boy and i’ll let you touch me. i’ll let you fuck me, even,” you put a finger to your chin in faux ponderment, “and maybe let you cum.”

“maybe…?”

you laugh like a little devil, leaning down to give him a kiss that he chases even after you pull away. the room’s hot, satoru is burning and his muscles are tensing in anticipation. your breath fans over his ears, and your lover exhales shakily, wisps of his white hair tickling your face and the almost inaudible whimpers falling from his lips.

“i won’t tell you which one you’ll get, though.”

[iliketangerines]

twin tails

a/n: grrrr i want them both

pairing: kung lao x afab!reader x raiden

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), double penetration, lots of kissing, some electrostim, a little bit of voyeurism/exhibitionism, not proofread

Kung Lao presses you into the sheets, the crook of your knee resting on his shoulder while one hand squeezes at the plushness of your thigh

his other hand holds onto your cheek as he kisses you, moaning into your mouth and mindlessly grinding into you, his cock a mess of his pre-cum and your wetness

you have one hand cupped over the back of his neck while the other kneads at the hard muscle of his shoulder, groaning against his soft lips everytime the head of his cock catches against your sensitive clit

he pulls back, just enough to stare at you, the way sweat beads at the edge of your hairline, how you stare at him, blinking slow as you admire him back

tucking back a piece of stray hair behind his ear, you smile up at him, a slight edge of a tease in your voice “admiring the goods?”

“admiring you.” his answer is simple, and he feels how your breath catches in your throat, the warmth that emanates from you as you avert your gaze

“...nnggh, don’t do that.” you mumble, and Kung Lao smirks at you

“i can’t admire my lover? the one who holds my heart?” he nuzzles into your neck, lips pressing against your skin, tongue tracing over the jump of your heartbeat

“you- ah!” a moan interrupts your embarrassed complaint as he pushes into you slowly, the head of his cock pushing into you and stretching you out

Kung Lao’s fingers and tongue had already had their time with you, his mussed hair evidence of your pleasure, and you can’t find it in yourself to complain any further as he slowly brings his hips flush against yours

your hands move to his shoulders, squeezing at the tensed muscle, nails digging into the tough skin as you let out pathetic moans and whimpers

no matter how many times he had fucked you before or how long he spent stretching you out, his cock always managed to stretch you to the brim, your pussy struggling to take the girth of him

Kung Lao smiles and leans forward slightly, just enough to press the top of your leg hooked over his shoulder further into your stomach, letting him fuck further into you

you hide your face in his neck, face burning with embarrassment and pleasure, trying to hide how good he feels even just inside of you

“aw, already all fucked out?” he teases you a bit, grinding his pelvis into your clit and sending a wave of pleasure up your spine

you clench around him, listening to him hiss and watching him close his eyes

“more like you--hah! ugh hnng,” you try and sound just as cocky as he was, but Kung Lao pulls out and thrusts back into you, just enough to shut you up and make your mind frazzle

he humps into you, shallow short thrusts, his cock stretching and pressing against that one sweet spot that sends another wave of wetness to ease the glide

the both of you are reduced to a mess, panting and moaning into each other’s mouths as his pelvis slaps and grinds against your clit and you clench around him tightly

it’s slow and relaxed, no rush in either of your moments, both of you stuck in a haze of pleasure, content to just sit in it and breathe in each other

“playing without me?”

the both of you part from each other’s lips and turn your gazes to the bedroom door, finding Raiden with a soft smile, his eyes glancing between your faces and then where your hips meet

“you’re a little late to the party.” Kung Lao teases Raiden, thrusting into you and grinding his pelvis into you to draw a loud whine out of you

you turn your head and scowl at Kung Lao, prepared to retaliate, but then you hear the familiar footfall of Raiden coming toward you and you look back to him

he sheds the top layer of his clothing, neatly folding it into a square, and your breath stutters in your chest at the sight of his torso covered in a slight sheen of sweat from training

Raiden sends you both a knowing smile and takes off his pants, giving you both a view of his semi-hard cock, and he crawls up onto the other side of the queen bed

“go on. give me a show.” the champion blinks at the both of you, a flush already painting his face, hunger clouding his eyes as he stares at where you and Kung Lao are connected

“as you wish,” Kung Lao focuses his attention back to you, thrusting into you, deeper this time, his pelvis slapping against your clit this time

it snaps your attention back to the monk, and you moan, one hand holding onto the back of his neck while the other holds onto his shoulder as he starts to earnestly fuck into you

he groans into your neck, teeth nipping at the soft flesh and lips sucking hickeys into the plain canvas, and the sounds of your hips slapping against each other along with the sound of your wet pussy fill the room

you whine into the air, squirming underneath Kung Lao, pleasure clouding your senses as you try and return the favor, sucking light hickeys high into his neck

groaning, he pulls away from you and settles down so that he kneels on the mattress, bringing you up with him

his calloused hands grip onto your hips, and he uses them as a handle to fuck deeper, faster, angling himself so that his cock bullies that sweet spot

your hands scramble to grip onto the sheets as you tilt your head back and whine, letting the pleasure overwhelm you and cloud your senses

it’s nice, floating in the space of pleasure, letting it rock you back and forth, and you feel how Kung Lao’s thumb rubs small firm circles against your clit

“ah! ahh hng uggh Lao, Lao fuck, please,” you moan pitifully, trying to chase a high that creeps up on the edges of your body, slowly filling you

“i know, fuck, i know,” Kung Lao can barely pant out the words, feeling you clench around him and how your body tenses with an invisible coil about to snap

he can feel himself nearing the edge of the cliff, his hips starting to stutter against his own will, desperate for a release just within reach

“stop.” Raiden’s order shoot through Kung Lao’s body, and his hips thrust into you and then still, a whine forcibly leaving both of your lips

you turn your head to Raiden, small tears in your eyes, desperation coloring your face as your hips wriggle, trying to get Kung Lao to move

the champion’s hands settle right below the curve of your stomach, and his other hand reaches out to your shoulder

“sit up for me. you can do that for me, right?” Raiden slowly pushes his hand between your body and the sheets to press against your upper back, and you sit up as best you can

he pushes you the rest of the way up and settles in right behind you, your weight entirely supported by Kung Lao and Raiden, one leg still on the monk’s shoulder while the other wrapped around his hip

one of Raiden’s hand grip onto the curve of your ass tightly, squeezing at the fat and humming in delight at how it spills in between his fingers

his other hand moves in between you and Kung Lao, dippin down below until you felt his fingers delicately brush against your swollen clit

“hah agh, Raiden, please,” you try and beg as he starts rubbing slow torturous circles into the swollen bud, and you clench around Kung Lao as another wave of your wetness coats his cock

Kung Lao groans as you clench around him, his hands on the bottoms of your thighs, supporting your weight as his biceps flex with the effort

“be good for me, yeah? let me have some fun as well.” it’s all Raiden says as he continues to rub your clit, not allowing Kung Lao to move and sending pleasure crawling through you slowly, not enough to make you cum, not enough to make Kung Lao cum either

“put your knees on the bed. good, you’re so good for me.” Raiden mumbles the praises as you bring your leg around Kung Lao’s hip down to the bed to help support your weight, and you wince as Kung Lao slowly brings your other leg down from his shoulder

you can barely hold up your own weight, as you fall forward into the monk, feeling him tremble just as much as you, trying to keep in control

Raiden’s other hand explores your body, tracing the sides of your legs, the curve of your ass, and then you feel it dip to where Kung Lao’s cock is buried inside of you

his fingers press against where you’re connected to the monk, and Kung Lao hisses at the pressure, panting heavily into your neck

“ah ahh ughh, Raiden, Raiden fuck, hah, i don’t-” you squirm in place, clinging on tighter to Kung Lao who groans at the feeling of Raiden pushing his fingers into you

“you can. i know you can.” Raiden fucks his fingers into you slowly, adding in another one, and you whine, high-pitched and needy as you squeeze your eyes shut

you let him fuck his fingers into you, stretching you further than you thought possible, and the champion hums in content, “good, so good for me.”

he murmurs the praise into your skin, feeling you tremble and shake beneath him as he continues to fuck you on his fingers

Kung Lao groans at the added pressure, squeezing his eyes shut and sucking hickeys into your skin, and his hips instinctively thrust up, searching for an orgasm

Raiden tsks slightly, clicking his tongue against his teeth, but he doesn’t make a comment, continuing to simply watch as you whimper

his fingers slip out of you, and a whine leaves your body, suddenly feeling too empty without him inside, “Raiden, please, please, need you.”

“patience,” it’s the only thing he says as he notches the head of his cock next to Kung Lao’s, one hand on your hip to steady you

slowly, he pushes it, and you gasp, feeling like the air has been sucked out of you, pain and pleasure blooming behind your eyelids as tears slip down your cheeks

Kung Lao kisses them away, murmuring quiet praises to you as Raiden pushed further in, and you whine and clench down, too full and stretched to take anymore

“you can take it. you’re doing so well, just a little more,” Raiden’s grip on your hips tighten, and you gasp and tremble, feeling as though it may never end

while Kung Lao might’ve been thick, Raiden was long, the head of his cock bullying parts inside you that made had you seeing stars

after what feels like an eternity, his hips finally meet flush with yours, and he murmurs soothing words into your neck, his other hand trailing down your stomach to rub your clit

you whine and shake, mind confused and blurred between pain and pleasure, “Raiden, Lao, ah aghh,” your lips can barely form words as you pant, your forehead resting against Kung Lao’s shoulder now

“you’re doing so well for us, breathe, you’re doing good,” Raiden’s voice is calm, only the slight shake at the end of his voice gives away how he feels

his hands press against your hips as he tries to control himself from fucking into you, his breath hot against the back of your neck, and he glances up to Kung Lao

the monk gives a slight nod and gives a small experimental thrust into you, feeling the vibration of your moan against his skin, and he gives a slight laugh

“all fucked out again, huh?” Kung Lao teases you, but his cheeks are flushed and beaded with sweat, eyes focused on how you tremble in his arms and listening to your moans against his skin

Raiden is no better, moving his hips in tandem with Kung Lao, groaning at how you clench around him, and small shocks of lightning course through your skin

it makes you gasp and jump, hips grinding down for more as the both of them start to fuck harder into you, one of them thrusting into you while the other pulls out

you’ve never felt so full, assaulted with pleasure on each side, and you can’t help the loud moan as Raiden reaches his hand forward and rubs your clit in small controlled circles

the pleasure rolls through you, heavy and thick, sitting on every nerve and laying on top of you like a heavy blanket

your hands grip on tighter to Kung Lao’s shoulder as you feel your orgasm roll towards you, barreling forwards like the high tide

both Kung Lao and Raiden are no better, Kung Lao sloppy and stuttering, already held near the edge for much too long

Raiden only holds onto a thin thread of self-control, gritting his teeth and focusing on your please, how you moan and whine beneath him, how every time a small shock of electricity runs through you, you jump and clench around their cocks

he groans as you roll your hips downward, trying to get them to fuck deeper into you somehow, desperate for the both of them

“please please, hahh aghh aahh--please,” you’re so close, tilting over the edge, ready to fall over, spots appearing in the back of your vision

you dig your nails into Kung Lao’s shoulder, Raiden’s fingers against your clit quicken, rubbing it tight fast circles, needing to feel you cum around him, to feel your pleasure with him and Kung Lao

no sound escapes from you as you cum, jaw hanging open in a silent moan as you let the pleasure overwhelm you, sinking into every fiber of your being

Kung Lao groans, thrusting up into you and cumming inside of you, his hands on your hips in a bruising grip as he struggles to keep calm

Raiden gives you a few more sloppy thrusts, the last threads of his self-control disappearing as he presses his lips against your skin and cums inside of you as well

none of you move, letting your breathing calm down and the cool air of the room chill your heated skin

your limbs feel heavy, and you can barely think, the haze of your orgasm still washed over you

Kung Lao pulls out first, nuzzling his face into your neck one last time, completely exhausted, and he lays down on the bed, eyes closing as soon as his head hits the pillow

Raiden holds you for a bit longer, lips tracing the back of your neck, kissing light hickeys into your skin and murmuring praises into your skin

you can’t really hear him, mind fuzzy and full, but you reach back to hold onto his hand, and he smile into your skin

“c’mon let’s get cleaned up,” Raiden slowly slides out of you, and you wince at the feeling, ready to fall onto the sheets the same as Kung Lao

the champion only chuckles and settles you down onto the sheets next to Kung Lao, and the monk reaches out for you instinctually, warm arms cradling you into his chest

it’s comforting, the weight of him around you, and you can feel yourself dozing off, barely able to feel the brush of a damp rag brushing against you

Kung Lao slightly shifts as well when Raiden cleans him up, and you sigh in content as you feel the champion press up against you from behind

both of them surround you, safe and comfortable, and you doze off with the both of them

[tteokdoroki]

bakugou loves to rub the head of his dick on your clit and watch your legs shake and tears pool at your water line as you beg him to put it in🥺

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, smut, overstimulation, humping, begging, edging sort of, pro hero!bakugou, fem!reader.

it’s not even that he does this to tease you — at least not intentionally. it’s just the way that you look underneath him, your lips all swollen and glossy from the exchange of messy kisses and crystal tears gathering in your eyes, you look like a fucking delight to katsuki when he’s ravaged you like this and it drives him insane. 

“please katsuki, please just put it in. i can’t,” you’ll simper and hiccup in frustration and reach out for him and he just can’t help but hoist your legs up higher over his shoulders to spread you wider and get a better view of your pretty pussy creaming at your tight little hole around nothing. katsuki swears up and down that he’s not teasing you, just getting you wet, test his own restraint, he’ll use whatever excuse he can to see you look like this a little longer. 

“mother…fucker, shit, baby…” he groans deep and loud, burning vermillion gaze honed in on the the way his flushed red tho brushed over your swelling clit to make your back arch off of his sheets. the way your shiny lips part in a delicate ‘o’ with a needy moan and your hands twitch up by your head has bakugou absolutely losing his shit — his resolve crumbling because he’s meant to be getting you nice and fucking wet before slipping is dick into you, not fighting back an orgasm from how cute you look. 

you tremble at the sound of him, look up at him through your lashes with a pout that speaks volumes of yearning — your tongue going slack behind your lips as the blonde above you circles his hips and smears his precum along your puffy folds. it’s like you’re out to kill him, calling his name with big wet bambi eyes and rolls of your sinful hips upwards to try and coax him inside. 

one of bakugou’s rough hands slip over to cover your own, squeezing it with a soft reassurance while his other hand guides his throbbing chick over the pearl between your folds — bakugou letting out a shaky moan at how sticky and slick you feel. “katsuki,” you warn him breathlessly and your thighs move up to hug his slender waist, pulling him down into you. “katsuki put it in, s’not fair anymore… ” 

“i swear ‘m not…fuck,” his moan is low, tickling the shell of your ear just as the mushroomed tip of his cock nudges against your entrance, glazed in the viscous honey that drips from your centre. “s’not on purpose. feel so fucking good princess, i just…” he could cum like this. katsuki could die here, cock wet and heavy between your plush thighs and against your enticingly hot pussy, and he would be dying a happy man. “just don’t wanna cum too quick, wanna get’cha fuckin’ close for me.” 

the only thing holding bakugou back is the promise of sliding his cock into the comfort of your selfishly snug walls and drilling the scent, the taste of you into his bed as you gush and squirm about the place. its the thought of creaming you, filling you with copious amounts of cum until your insides turn white, that stops him from cumming too early. he finds his lips on your neck, sucking his claim into the pocket of flesh between its base and your shoulder to distract himself from hitting his breaking point all too quick. 

his whimpers grow in pitch, become higher and  louder than your desperate ones as bakugou pins you to the bed with his weight and turns your legs to jelly. each calculated thrust of his shaft through your silken folds right up to your the painful ebb in your clit has ecstasy shooting through your veins and happy hormones smoothing over your brain —  to the point where can’t even think straight and you’re reduced to nothing but small bleets or whines. 

you make each other a mess, you ruin each other for everyone else. despite how you lie back and take what katsuki has to offer, you affect him more than the world will ever know. your bodies start to match up, moving in sync and you find his lips in the mess of it all with your tears streaming down your cheeks and over the seams of the blonde’s lips. 

“katsuki,” you murmur for the millionth time, pushing his name into his mouth with eager licks of your tongue over his. 

he pulls back, hands either side of your head so he can watch you pant and fall to pieces. “i gotcha, sweetness,” he coos, though his voice is a rasp. “you gonna cum this, gonna let me make you cum from my dick on your clit,” not letting up, bakugou’s hips buck forward again, bumping the pearl between the petals of your dripping cunt and your stomach flips with the loving way he looks down at you. so you nod. “fuck, that’s so hot. you’re so hot.” 

bakugou’s mouth falls open in a silent moan, following you, maybe even mocking you only just as your high washes over you. it only takes a few more seconds out bumping and grinding, listening out for the salacious sound of your sexes rubbing up against one another. you squeal but your pretty eyes don’t dare to look away from his as you cum in waves, lubing up katsuki’s length with the physical remnants of your orgasm.

it’s only then that he finally pushes into your welcoming, hot walls — tip brushing up against your sensitive spots as he fills you up in one fail swoop. you’re still coming down, hiccuping and writhing from the sensitivity but katsuki doesn’t care. he soothes you with a lick from your shoulder over your salty tear stained cheeks and then right into your mouth, humming in content while he builds up the momentum of his thrusts.

“such a cry baby, c’mere sweetness, lemme give you what you want,” he purrs and your tears start again. “gonna make us cum.” 

so maybe he was teasing. only just a little.

[starkeysprincess]

https://www.tumblr.com/starkeysprincess/758725035779325952/had-a-nasty-thought-of-bullyrafe-either-walking

doing what he says thinking he would actually let you go but it ends with you spread open on the counter with him using one hand around your neck pressing you against the mirror and the other one pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt 🤭 this is after he snapped a quick pic of course despite your cries for him to delete it, maybe he’ll even pin your legs down to eat you out to embarrass you even more since no one’s ever done that to you before

previous ask

me typing “#need that” as soon as I read this (✿◠‿◠)

his words rang through your ears, "you're gonna take this shit off and let me see your little cunt spread open, yeah?". you should’ve known better than to submit to his request, his fingers spreading your cunt open when he unexpectedly snaps a picture, tucking his phone back into his pocket.

tears well in your eyes at the realization, crying and pleading for him to delete the photo, which was of no use before he spun you around to face the mirror.

deep down, part of you knew what he did was nothing but wrong, but, it was the least of your worries as he pinned you against the counter. his signet ring branding into the flesh of your throat, keeping your head upright, forcing you to look in the reflection as his fingers worked your sopping cunt.

your whimpers echo off the bathroom walls, hand holding onto his forearm. “too much for you to handle?” he mocks, enjoying the way you’re squirming in his arms, “guess what? s’too bad, you’ve had enough when I say you do”.

"god, look at how much of a pathetic little slut you are, practically humping my fingers” he chuckles into your ear, his fingers pumping in and out of you faster.

"quit fuckin’ squirming or so help me I’ll pin your legs down and ruin this little cunt just by my tongue alone” he grits his teeth, giving a hard smack to your clit.

he doesn’t miss how your face flushes in embarrassment at his comment, “holy shit, don’t tell me a slut like you has never had her pussy ate before”.

your brain barely registers him pulling his fingers out of you & hoisting you onto the counter until his large hands firmly grip your thighs. he hooks his arms on the underside of your plush thighs, spreading them wide open before burying his face between your legs, his tongue swirling around your clit.

you yelp when he bites down into your clit, attempting to push his head away. he smacks your thigh harshly, tightening his grip on your thighs to stop you from pulling away as he continues, not stopping until he’s reduced you to nothing but a trembling, crying mess.

[universalitgirlsblog2]

💗🍥GOOD POSTURE💗🍥

💗As I mentioned in my last post , a good posture will make you look more confident , graceful and elegant.

🍥If your posture is poor, your muscles need to work harder to keep your upright. Some muscles will become tight and inflexible. Others will become inhibited. Poor posture can make your lungs less efficient, cause back pain and tension headaches. It can also influence your emotional state.

💗If you are sitting , your neck should be vertical , and shoulders should be relaxed. Your knees should be relaxed. However If your posture isn't great , REDESIGN your environment.

🍥If you have a good posture , you will feel and appear confident , be more energetic , boost your productivity, improved blood circulation and digestion and reduce back pain.

💗Dear peachie made a video on good posture, she said that you are not ugly , you just have a bad posture. I will summarize that video in this post .

🍥Good posture is not only beneficial for physical health but for your appearance and self - confidence too. It shows the world how you feel about yourself. It can enhance attractiveness and the aura we exude. Aura is the quality which makes you stand out in the crowd.

💗TYPES OF POOR POSTURE

(A) Foward head Posture

The head appeared to be positioned in front of the body. Working for a long time infront of the computer , having a bad posture while sitting or standing or reading a book with your head down for a long period of time. All of these can form forward head posture. This can easily cause your trapezium muscles to become larger , thickening your upper back and cause a hump on back of your neck . It can cause neck and shoulder pain too .

To know if you have forward head posture , take help from family and friends or take a picture of yourself when you are doing your usual activities. Observe the position of your ears , shoulders and waist. If these three points are not positioned in the straight line , chances are high that you are leaning forward.

(B ) Hunchback

It is caused by weak muscles in back which occur due to slouching , hunching while sitting infront of TV or carrying a heavy backpack. To know If you have a hunchback:

Stand against the wall

Look at the distance between the most concave space behind the neck and the wall

Less than 3- 5 cm is relatively mild.

If you can do this effortlessly , it means that hunchback issue is just a matter of poor habit.

Tilt your head up in order to keep it against the wall.

Spine alignment issue.

Seek professional medical advice.

( C) Rounded shoulders

Resting shoulder position that has moved forward from the body's ideal alignment . Any activity which causes to look down can cause slumped shoulders. To know you have rounded shoulders

Stand in a regular posture and let your arms hang by your side.

Thumbs are pointed in toward your body and your palms are facing backwards .

The correct position is that the thumb should be pointed forward with the palms facing to the sides of the body.

(D) PELVIC TILT

Direction that the pelvis is tilted towards in relation to the body. The common pelvic tilt is faced by the majority is anterior or posterior pelvic tilted.

To know that you have anterior pelvic tilt.

Pelvic is titled forward

Frequently seen in people who sit for prolonged periods of time or are inactive.

To know that you have posterior pelvic tilt .

Pelvic is tilted backward.

Caused by poor hip and back strength.

🍥CORRECT YOUR POSTURE

(A) Shoulder and neck area

You need to be extra mindful to correct your posture and slowly replace the poor postures with the good ones!

Keep your shoulders open. Anterior region of our elbow should position to point forward.

Elbow joint is rested at side of your waist

Anterior region of your elbow is positioned to face forward.

Forearm swings slightly while you walk.

To sit with correct posture

Fold your body forward and place your bottom to the far back of the chair.

Scoot yourself a little to the back to ensure that your bottom is touching the back of the chair .

Sit up with your back straight and your shoulders back.

Your back will be fully supported by the chair . You will be able to sit in this posture comfortably for longer hours.

( B ) Back

Keep your back straight to avoid slouching.

Head, torso and both legs lie on the same axis when viewed from the front.

Head , shoulders, pelvis and ankles should be aligned to one another.

Shoulder blades are lowered towards the center of the back , keeping your back tucked together.

Keep your chest open and contract your glutes slightly while keeping your back straight.

Keep your knees side by side .

Point your toes in the 12 o clock or 1 or 11 o clock direction.

💗BE MORE ELEGANT

Seol Hyun is known for her perfect posture. She exudes charm and confidence.

To walk elegantly:

Raise one of your feet to take first step.

Your legs form one triangle shape.

Imagine yourself walking on a straight line , you walk with keeping your knees close to each other.

Kick the other leg out forward , keep yourself walking on a straight line .

Make sure the gap between your knees is close to each other.

Put your foot infront of other and place your foot to the ground .

Ensure both legs are straightened.

The front leg is extended, while the hind leg is pinned firmly to the ground.

Raise your leg and repeat the same steps again.

To walk stairs elegantly

Keep your upper body upright .

Step on the next staircase by focusing the weight on your toes.

After the front foot is stepped on the staircase and completely straighten out , take the next step.

To walk down stairs elegantly

Don't lower your head , instead lower your eyes to check on the placement of eyes.

Make sure you keep your back straight and extend your leg that will land on the next stairwell.

Dear peachie good posture video link- click me

🍥TIPS BY SONG JIA TO GET GOOD POSTURE

💗EXERCISES TO GET A GOOD POSTURE

You can do these exercises by Emi Wong to get a good posture.

I hope this post helped you !

[sirenmoth]

New Life Purpose

DUB-CON/NONCON, rough sex, biting?, marking, possesive creature is horny, belly bulge, gender neutral as it can be, aphrodisiac, gender neutral reader

Your arms flayed around as they tried to find something to grip on to, to help with the brutal thrusts from the being behind you, legs numb from the lack of use having been in this position for what seems like days, the only movement that keeps the tingly feeling present is the repetitive back and forth.

Face down. Ass up.

Your eyes rolled back as they hit your sweet spot over and over, the side of your face pressed into the ground below burns by the friction caused by the powerful thrusts. You can’t even tell if what’s fucking you is even human as you didn’t get a good look at it before a sicky sweet aroma that made your head spin and knees weak entered your system. Rewiring you brain. Everything burned. You felt hot and cold at the same time, an ache in the depths of your abdomen that needed to be soothed, a thirst that needed to be quenched.

“fuuuccc-mmm~” you moan, lound an unashamed as another orgasm is ripped from you, unable to remember how many you had after your brain turned to mush, being clouded by lustful euphoria. Your vocabulary is reduced to nothing but whines, moans, whimpers and the occasional babble of nonsensical words and phrases. Whatever was making you feel good was hitting all the right spots before pulling away only to come back harder, abusing your hole over and over and over, reapplying the same spite-lube like substance to aid in your torment, what didn’t find its way into your stretched open hole, dripped down the inside of your thighs, mixing with yours and that things cum.

A heavy weight leaned over you, pressing you further into the ground, making you completely immoblie much to your confusion and adding to your arousal. Knowing you could’ve escaped earlier and didn’t, and now fate is permanently sealed as yet another one of its loads explodes inside you, making your belly swell even more and press uncomfortably into the surface below. The creatured punctuated, with what you assumed to be claws or teeth, in the junction where your neck and shoulders meet, a mark to claim you as its, dragging a low whine out of you as you humped back on to its appendage that was still inside of you, the creature semmed content with watching you struggle, watching you slur out begs and please for it to fuck you again, to make you feel good, to cum. It wasn;t until you felt what you considered hands or arms appear back on your hips that you moan in relief, it was just resting and was far from done with you.

[shadowstarion]

daddy halsin • part 1

ships: halsin/astarion, halsin/shadowheart, general tadpolycule with a sprinkle of bladeweave

tags: explicit sexual content, daddy kink, dry humping, cock warming, subspace, kink discussion, exhibitionism

i mentioned this briefly in my tadpolycule headcanons post but i wanted to expand on it so have a few halsin daddy kink drabbles!

Halsin nagging Astarion about his well-being and Astarion getting prickly about it. The Druid is really starting to push his buttons, riling up the vampire’s temper because how he dare he suggest that a bit of rest, a bath in the stream, and a warm meal might help him feel better? Astarion’s coping mechanisms are just fine, thank you very much.

“Why, of course I’ll do as you say, dad.”

It’s meant to be scathing but it makes Halsin’s expression soften with curious interest, taking Astarion by the waist and bringing him close.

“I don’t mean to push you, little one,” he hums, kissing the vampire’s forehead, brushing his hair back, lips finding his ear. “Would you like me to take care of you instead?”

Halsin’s question is as sweet as it is erotic, an open-ended offer that Astarion can take a run with in any direction he’d like. It’s a little overwhelming and words fail him, but he wants Halsin to keep touching him, to keep talking to him like that. It makes him feel small and delicate and safe, Halsin pulling him closer and stroking his lower back, peppering kisses all over his face until he can’t possibly maintain that pout a second longer.

“Good boy, always such a good boy for me,” Halsin babbles against his neck at some point when Astarion rolls his hips forward, grinding against his thigh. He encourages him along with kisses and low whispers of praise until the vampire is outright rutting into him, chasing his relief with labored moans.

“That’s it, come for Daddy.”

Shadowheart knows exactly what she’s doing, but doesn’t quite have the language to describe this particular kink of her’s. What she does know is that Halsin is a brutally doting lover and he encourages her to relax into that submissive space, to let him care for her and reduce her down to something small and helpless.

He’s holding her against his chest, thighs spread over his lap and soaked cunt stuffed with him. Halsin’s hands stroke tenderly through her hair, lacing the unbound locks into an intricate braid while she mewls and weakly rocks her hips.

“Hush, sweet girl,” he chides, “hold still until I’ve finished.”

Shadowheart whines but her squirming does stop as she leans forward, pressing her face against the muscle of Halsin’s chest. Her hair slips from his fingers and he huffs with annoyance at the loss of his place in her braid, but he’s quick to return to the task at hand. Always so calm and collected, it makes her want to rile him up even more.

“Are you almost done, Daddy?” She asks, voice innocent and small against his skin. She can feel his cock twitch where it’s buried inside her, feel the pleased groan reverberating through her body.

“Oak Father, preserve me,” he mutters, losing his grip on her braid once more, his hands circling almost entirely around her waist, “I am nowhere near being done with you, little dove.”

Karlach, though much smarter than most give her credit for, can be incredibly oblivious to innuendo and lacks a basic verbal filter. If it comes to her mind, she will say it without much consideration for double meanings or potential interpretation. So, when they return from a very successful mission, indulging in some celebratory wine and a bit of cuddling around the campfire, she speaks without thinking.

“Y’know, you’re some real solid Daddy material, big guy,” she’d remarked, clapping a hand on Halsin’s shoulder.

A stunned shock passed over the rest of their companions, her statement silencing the buzz of conversation. Astarion gawks at her from where he’s sprawled over Halsin’s lap, Shadowheart is biting back a wine-drunk remark, and Gale goes entirely red in the face, hiding against a stunned Wyll’s shoulder.

“What? You all saw how well he did with those pipsqueaks,” Karlach continues, looking to Halsin for reassurance that she hadn’t said something egregiously offensive by referencing his skill in soothing the group of scared children they’d encountered.

The tension breaks when Halsin laughs, rich and warm, readjusting his arms around Astarion’s waist.

“I do have some experience fulfilling that role,” he agrees with a hint of that gorgeous, wholesome grin stretching his features, “isn’t that right, little one?”

Astarion stammers, at a loss for words, cursing the way his face heats up with the remnants of his feeding, a generous helping of Halsin’s blood yesterday with a side of Wyll to tide him over just before their mission.

“Daddy asked you a question,” Shadowheart chimes in, her tone taunting and utterly bratty, unbidden and flushed by the wine she’d drank, “you really ought to answer it.”

Karlach only really begins to put the pieces together when Shadowheart worms her way into Halsin’s lap and their evening of celebration devolves into the cleric and the vampire taking turns choking on the Druid’s cock. She’ll ask Gale about it later, and he’ll spend an hour explaining to her the sexual implications and eroticization of the simple familial term.

“Is it the same for… other words?” Karlach asks, serious as a scholar. She’d taken to calling herself Mama in a joking, unserious way, but she’d noticed her goofy remarks along the lines of ‘come give Mama K some sugar’ always seemed to have an effect on Shadowheart.

“There are some who enjoy referring to their partner as Mommy or variations of it, or being called such by a partner—“ Gale starts and Karlach burst into laughter.

“By the Hells, Teach, that sure explains a lot!”

[werecreature-addicted]

🥲 i cant stop thinking abt reducing a werewolf who’s in heat to a begging mess. like listen he js wants to fuck you and you won’t let him?? but he’s been such a good boy?? he’d start whining and whimpering like a puppy. ears laid back, he’s so desperate for you. so you agree to let him fuck you on one condition : he has to use his muzzle. last time he got a little bit too excited and started biting a little too hard. so now he has two options, he gets to fuck you with a muzzle on, or he doesn’t get anything at all.

he thinks it’s not fair that he doesn’t get to mark you. but eventually he accepts your conditions, but he’s whining about how it’s not gonna be the same. while he’s fucking you, poor baby is panting and drooling all over himself, begging you to take it off, he needs to mark you. you manage to remind him that greedy boys don’t get anything and he just starts going faster, to the point where none of you is able to form a coherent sentence. his mind is hazy, but he takes a mental note to get rid of that damn muzzle.

Listen listen listen. Your werewolf is torn, he never wants to hurt you and is absolutely destroyed that he went too far and hurt you the last time you two had sex. It’s all of his worst fears come true! He really is nothing but a monster driven by instincts telling him to chase carnal pleasures. He thought he meant it when he promised he’d never hurt you. Every time he looks at the heald mark on your neck it makes his stomach turn. He’s so worried you’ll leave him over this…that he’ll lose his mate because he couldn’t control himself.  He needs to be coaxed into even touching you again. Sex is almost completely off the table…almost. 

He’s still human- well he’s not but you know what I mean. He still has desires. Your touch still sends jolts of electricity down his spine, your smell alone is still enough to get him hot. He tries his best to satiate his needs with just kissing and dry humping. Although. It’s hard to enjoy anything when he’s fighting against his animalistic urges telling him to just mount you already. You like rough sex, you like how big and sometimes scary he can be, so what’s the problem? Marking feels good- at least for him, it does. And wouldn’t you want to make your wolf feel good? And who cares if you’re scared of his monstrous side? It’s not like you can run from him, you both know he could track you down where ever you ran off to.

Those monstrous thoughts scared him a little bit. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he also knew he needed to keep you as his, he wondered which one of those desires would come out on top if push came to shove. 

It doesn’t take long for his more carnal desires to win out. He’s begging for his attention and pleading for you to let him have you again. It’s been almost two full weeks since the incident and he’s pretty sure people can die from going that long without sex. He’ll do anything- and he’ll promise anything if you just let him have you. You don’t even need to do anything he’ll do all the work- he’s strong enough to use you like a Fleshlight you both know that

This is where you bring up the muzzle. It’s special. Made for werewolves so they can’t escape even with their strength. He agrees immediately! Then regrets it… again he’s torn. This is good… he can’t hurt you this way but god he hates this fucking muzzle. He can’t even kiss you like this, don’t you see how cruel this is? It’s just his nature. It’s like asking him to go Vegan. 

He knows that you’ll soil him with kisses once he’s calm again. Hell, he knows that you’ll probably let him bite you if he’s careful- but all those thoughts are background noise as he listens to you whine and moan. You take his cock so well- you take his teeth even better. He loves you with all his heart and werewolves show love by biting. 

He snarls to himself and gnashes his teeth behind the cage you put him in. he watches a bead of sweat drip down your neck and he mashes the grate against your skin and struggles to lick you. The muzzle digs in his face as he pushes its limits but he doesn’t care, he manages to lick the sweat from your skin and he shudders in pleasure. 

Once he does calm down you let him out of the muzzle and kiss him senseless. He feels better… he didn’t hurt you this time at least. But part of him wants to throw out that stupid cage.

[luvymuses]

·̩͙   ݁  ˖  ⠀ dance for me, jiejie ⠀ ♡

marius von hagen x fem!reader

rated e, 15.8k words - crossposted on a03 as well my loves!

synopsis: marius’ possessive tendencies have always glimmered in a seductive aura, leaving you in a searing daze every time. however, you’ve never really encountered him spiraling out of control before, consumed by utter jealousy… until a conceited heir catches you both indulging in public sex and proposes a threesome. your seething and livid fiance ends up binding him to a new task: counting how many times marius makes you cum. 

tags: voyeurism. exhibitionism. dirty talk. dry humping. lap dance. strip tease. vaginal fingering. blow job. deepthroating. pussy eating. cock riding. marking. spooning. ass & pussy spanking. temperature play. ice play. breeding kink. praise. degradation. marathon sex. hot tub sex. balcony sex. chair sex. public sex. possessive sex. loud sex. rough sex. vaginal sex. possessive behavior. jealousy. porn with plot. sexual tension. shameless smut. marius orders the other guy to wear a cock ring. possessive, jealous marius fucking you round after round until you’re a cum filled mess.

only the moon witnessed marius’ bold, amorous advances of passion. he clings to you at a close proximity, his amethyst eyes lidding with lust. here on this uppermost deck, away from their prying gazes, other patrons are oblivious to the concealed ways he envelops you in his scorching love— vibrant blue flames searing heat onto your soft skin— and as always, you bask in this endless summer alongside him, content with being burned and electrified under waves of debauched ecstasy.

his hot, fervent kisses reveal his impatience and desperation to fill your cunt over and over in the open— his greedy lips which devour your own like saccharine drops of honey, capturing every shaky breath of yours until he finally gasps out for air— reduced to nothing but a drunken, needy mess solely for you. his pursuit resumes when his tongue trails down to leave wet sensations, nipping along your bared neck to litter splotches which flush almost instantly. 

“ah, marius… feels so good...” you whimper to him while he marks your flesh. tilting your head backwards, you offer him further access to the delicate expanse of your neck. desiring to be painted, embellished with love bites professing his ardor lust. 

you didn’t care if the entire world notices the florid marks he scatters across your skin, free for their leisurely viewing. wearing marius’ hickeys is like soaking in a pool of rich, priceless wine, as if you’d won the grandest collection of champion rings.

“yes…” his teeth glide over to the other side now, covering the area with such roseate patches. despite the sensitive stings, his teasing bites elicit satisfied sighs from your lips, tingles of pain slowly morphing into pleasure as you’re pleading with marius. “more… just like that, babe…” you weave your fingers through his midnight blue hair and gift gentle tugs to his scalp, signaling your utmost satisfaction.

this entices him to lick along your blooming splodges, intending to leave you breathless. “jiejie…” once he starts sucking more vigorously, you’re coaxed enough to unrelentingly pull his smooth and silky ends. he grunts out, aroused by your rough treatment.

“mmm... you can do better than that...” he gravitates to his masochistic inclinations as usual, teases you at your futile attempts. “come on, harder this time...”

his seductive groans draw out a fierce, titillating need in your pussy, an irrepressible thirst to be impaled by his cock. just thinking about his dick has your cunt throbbing— to have him buried within your deepest depths, brushing against your sweetest spot. his hips deliciously melding into yours, coating your gummy walls a milky white until your thoughts are consumed by him alone. 

“shit…” you can’t help but clench both of your thighs together, falling deeper into the horny abyss you’ve dragged yourself into.

oh— this is all too tempting— especially when he’s still looming over you like this, his towering height which enhances his devilish charm. he’s alluringly seductive with the way his swim trunks hang dangerously low and fucking hell, he knows this. his slim, slutty waist accentuating his sculpted body all too well, following his delectable abs which are damp with sweat from the tropical humidity. 

“like what you see? my body and dick’s all yours…” yes— you’re convinced that no other man’s existence can surpass his, ever. and fuck, it’s all marius’ fault for entrancing you with his sexy looks.

“turning me on like this, huh?” you accuse him of igniting your blazing, spiraling desire, “because you know i love all your dirty talk...”

he smirks when the beating pulse of your neck quickens, as if he senses your last remnants of rationality waning. no one would suspect the marius von hagen, current ceo of pax indulging in such risqué, obscene sex with his fiancee on the vast, open expanse of this cruise ship... right? 

besides, you’re on the literal verge of losing your sanity. he just has to entice you a little further with a final, stifling blow. 

suddenly, his sultry murmur shifts into your ear, so alluringly low and husky. “you know… you’d look so pretty dripping with my cum, here and now. leaking everywhere you look…” he seduces you with pure filth, shamelessly rock hard at his indecent thoughts of fucking you senseless in public. his thick cock is practically straining his swim trunks at this point. “on your tits, in your mouth, on your back and ass… in your pussy…” 

“fuck…” he’s not playing fair at all! mentioning his cum like this— coating your entire body all over. you’re trying to maintain your last, remaining amounts of decency with all your might. but alas, his tantalizing words echo more and more, shattering the entirety of your resolve. 

because in the end, your greatest weakness of all is marius von hagen himself and you’ll always succumb to his temptation, no matter the circumstances. 

there’s no point denying how attached you are to his delectable body anyways. tonight, you’d be his little cumslut as always, ready to mewl out his name in desperation for the whole world to hear; unleashing your inner nympho as your high libido matches your fiance’s, with you both turning into such sex-driven, panting messes on the daily. his dick’s just far too mind-blowing for your lasciviously, lustful brain to resist. 

you need marius now, just as he craves you. and you absolutely cannot handle his teasing any longer— so, it’s time for you to assert dominance and wipe that damn smirk off his handsome face— even if it’s just for a moment. exuding waves of confidence while setting him off course, reversing this thrilling game in your favor. 

“stuff me with your cock then, babe.” mustering all of your collected strength, your smaller palms shove against his broad chest with such relentless force. even you’re shocked when he’s staggering, swaying from side to side. well, just a little bit. he deserved it, after all. 

you watch him stumble over his cloddish feet, finally tumbling down into the awaiting hot tub below as he’s groaning in the aftermath of his actions. 

marius knew he’d eventually seduce you to the point of no return, but he didn’t take into consideration nor acknowledge the possibility of you undermining him by making the first move. serves him right for being so damn cocky.

“ah–” he seems astounded when you saunter into the aquamarine abyss with a smirk, warm bubbles which froth around all over until you’re hovering above him. how cute, he’s totally flustered and you can’t help but bask at the pleasant sight. feeling oh so greedy now, you want to elicit more reactions out of him. his amethyst eyes dilate as he observes your manicured hand reaching over to slowly slither down his throat, inching closer to his embellished necklaces. “you…”

his lavish chains feel cool like cascading waterfalls, adorned with a silver pendant and his infamous z emblem— you wonder how durable they are, if they’ll remain intact under prolonged force— if those chains could be utilized as the prettiest leashes ever, aiding in his submission to you.

yet, you notice he’s fully immersed in a daydream of sorts while his tongue’s swiping against his lips. his ears bloom in a cerise flush, radiating down to his rosy cheeks as well. oh? he’s clearly being distracted from his surroundings and you have an inkling that you’re the main cause of his dirty fantasies. such a horny bastard of a man you have indeed. you tut out to him while your fingers hook onto his necklaces, so utterly perfect in your grasp. 

with all your might, you’re gripping his chains in your direction, yanking them abruptly forward to regain his attention. he hisses in response, groaning out into the nocturnal night. “now that was a fucking good pull…” he states, recovering momentum with a smug curve of his lips. “rough and hard, just how i like it…” 

“eyes up here, yeah? you were staring at my hand for a while.” you command, quirking an eyebrow his way. you’re eager to interrogate him, intending to figure out what exactly he was daydreaming about. so, you’re insistently tossing notions left and right, feeling your cunt clench tightly with every word you’re uttering out to him. 

“did you imagine me on my knees? tits and ass on display, giving you a blowjob? of fucking your load down my throat?” 

marius peers up at you, the voids of his mouth salivating as he loves every taunting inquiry of yours. fuck— he believes you’re so damn hot when you’re countering him with your own dirty talk. he leans forward and presses you on to continue.

“or was my hand reaching to grab your cock? watching me slide your dick back into my pussy, with every thrust pushing us over the edge for hours?”

“oh? you’re such a naughty girl, jiejie… who’s to say that those aren’t our dirty fantasies, hm?” his soft chuckle emits a playful tone, vastly contrasting to the way he tilts his head as a mastermind would. he’s covertly calculating when his next, daring move should commence, of reclaiming his dominance over you. while he did love reveling in your blazing power, it’s time for him to regain control. “besides… as a von hagen, i’ve been taught to take initiative and lead circumstances i see fit.”

he pauses, slowly stalling to pique your interest further. and shit, it’s working. marius has you on the edge of your toes now, anticipating his remaining words. “so babe… i’ll fuck you round after round until your cunt memorizes the shape of my cock.”

you sense a shift in the nocturnal air, widening your eyes in realization that he’s really trying to defy you and sway the tides back in his favor. 

the moment finally dawns on you further when he suddenly seizes your wrist with his larger hand before tugging you closer in his direction. with a yelp, you’re toppling down into the aquamarine abyss with a loud splash. luckily though, you crash against him, planted right directly on his muscular thighs. “marius…” your cheeks blossom wildly like vermillion fireworks in the twilight sky, blooming over in a rose blush.  

both of you knew— your fiance has you right where you belong— between his legs. 

he just adores these sultry moments when his beloved queen settles on his lap— gorgeously resting on your throne of desire while ivory light glistens and glows against your body, causing an epiphany to form in his mind that you rival luminosities of vast stars from above— surpassing their radiances tenfold. 

“fuck, princess…” he’s captivated by the sensation of your plush thighs straddling him underwater, feeling so utterly aroused and his thick cock begins to leak with precum. just like now, you hypnotize him immensely with your beauty every time, both inside and out, resulting in his dick going delirious for so much more. more of you, more of your creamy little cunt, more of your absolute everything. 

“you’re driving me insane.” his heated gaze stares at your sexy, sensuous curves being accentuated by your sumptuous swimsuit, moving further upwards to fixate on your breasts. he watches the swells of your tits heave up and down, truly mesmerized by how the violet top of your bikini beautifully cups them. he swears you’re a goddess in disguise who’s far too ethereal, the embodiment of oozing sex appeal. 

“being pressed against my cock like this...” and he’d cum on the spot as a gift, just for you— especially when you’re feigning innocence to his obvious staring by slowly shifting against the outline of his erection. he’s delectably hard and pulsing under your clothed cunt, just as you recall from this morning. “what do you mean, babe? i’m merely trying to get comfortable…” you murmur to him seductively before sitting down further onto the spot you’re occupying on his lap. 

oh fuck— the sensation of his dick, despite the thin, obstructing layer of polyester, sliding between your folds was truly dizzying. desperation fills your lungs completely as you’re soon overflowing with wanton need, wanting more delicious friction than before. so, you’re coaxed enough to alleviate the searing desire lingering within you. “but then again, grinding on you sounds so much better…” 

an airy moan escapes from your lips when you’re finally rocking your clothed pussy against his hard-on. your hips tantalizingly roll along the silky skin of his stomach, brushing against his abs over and over. “i love this… love you, love your cock…” you’re only vaguely aware of your body moving at this point, as if your control is waning tremendously— of your slick smearing, seeping through the soaked fabric felt along marius’ erection. 

“shit, jiejie…” seems like your arousal is practically drenching your ruined swimsuit bottoms. more like allowing your fiance’s sanity to slip further away.

goosebumps erupt down marius’ back as his breath hitches— his mind set ablaze when he feels your cunt teetering above him, of your erratic pace in numerous attempts to relieve the heat coiling in your belly. every receding glide of yours, only to feel you continuously shifting forward again has him moaning. “you’re so cute, being needy like this…” you squirm further into his lap in response.

his wandering hands traverse lower and lower until they reach your soft ass and he firmly squeezes, kneading your flesh with vigorous intent. “i wonder what will make you cum in my lap first…” he guides you along his cock, trying to aid you with stabilizing your quivering thighs. but alas, the smoldering, coquettish touch of his larger hands has you feeling weak. “if i thrust against you here…” 

he lifts his hips upwards, angling with precision to finally brush along your clothed pussy. within seconds, you’re gasping out as he sets a relentless rhythm, bucking effortlessly to join you in this state of ecstasy. “a-ah… mmm yes!” you entwine your lips together in an amorous kiss, moaning into the warm depths of his mouth while you both continue to grind against one another. 

you’re both trapped in an inescapable, intoxicating daze which enthralls your senses, lingering as a provocative spell you’re all too familiar with. coils of intense pleasure leaving you so immensely hooked, addicted for more.

“right there, marius…” you’re matching his enticing rhythm now, dragging your drenched pussy along his erection harder and harder than before. you feel your essence overflowing like mile long rivers, clenching at the overwhelming sensation. “or maybe with my tip?” his clothed cock grazes back and forth, nudging repeatedly against your clit. you practically pull away from another searing kiss to squeal out loudly. 

“fuck yes! hump me with your tip...” every tantalizing roll of his hips sends rushes of spiraling lust down your spine, as you’re now chasing the delicious friction for release. his tip’s just too pleasurable beyond words, applying enough pressure to your bundle of nerves. “i’m close… please…” you’re beckoning him to coax your first orgasm of the night out of your soaking cunt, wanting to desperately cum already. 

almost there— your eyelashes flutter, relishing in the way marius is rutting into you like this until his lips curl— his hips draw to a halt as he lifts your smaller frame off his lap. you blink in disbelief when he delicately sets you down to recover in a brief respite, situated right above the hot tub wall. 

marius fucking von hagen… you’re so close to kicking him in his balls for denying you like that. 

“why didn’t you let me cum?” you whine with an irksome tone in your voice while narrowing your eyebrows. but not for long— you’re breathless as he kneels into the aquamarine abyss again, crawling seductively closer towards you. he slots his body between your plush thighs in order for you to leisurely fall backward on your wrists— as if you’re his one and only goddess and his sole, devoted mission is to service you. 

“hmm… i wonder.” he pauses for a second, about to unveil the next phase of his plan before a sharp ping from his phone emits into the air. 

what? how strange… he usually leers in annoyance whenever someone disrupts his sensual moments with you. yet, he leans over to grab his device without an ounce of wrath forming on his countenance. it’s as if a tranquil calm before a raging storm was brewing. 

he responds with a swift text to the other individual on the line, soon disregarding his phone with a light toss afterwards.

“sorry for the delay– that was vincent alerting me of pax affairs.” you don’t dwell on the matter any longer, not when he lays his cozy cheek on one of your silky, luminesced thighs. your heart pounds faster when his amethyst irises peer up at you salaciously, embedded with waves of mischief. he ensures you’re watching him as his lustful gaze slowly travels to your clothed cunt, appearing at such a close proximity before him. 

too close in fact— he’s licking his lips with a smirk, trailing a hand along the vast expanse of your inner thigh. his fingers touch dangerously upwards until he feels the soaked fabric of your swimsuit bottoms. “as i thought… your pretty little pussy’s drenched.” he plays with the hem nestled along your hips and teasingly pulls, causing the band to snap against the soft skin of your belly. he moves to coquettishly pull at the other corner, observing how you shiver in response to the lingering stings. 

you feel a knot forming in your throat and whimper out to him. “of course… you made me wet, especially with your tip...” 

“yes, so wet for me… it makes me want to fill up this hot tub with our cum.” marius slips his hand past the fabric and adeptly sinks his fingers into your awaiting pussy, watching as your mouth widens with a loud, wanton moan— digging your manicured nails into the hot tub sides with such an iron grip— oh, how he adores you, absolutely enamored with his muse, infatuated by your very existence in this world. 

especially when you’re a heaving, babbling mess— such a whiny cumslut in heat, solely for him alone. 

“is it that good, princess? your toes are practically curling...” he coos out, pumping his fingers inside you with such intricate curls. he angles his dexterous digits upwards, knowing which sweet spots will have your cunt convulsing. and oh, he acknowledges how much you’re basking in utter ecstasy when he feels you clenching— oh so tightly around his fingers. “so good! so… full of you…” you tilt back with your head lolling, far too fixated on the pleasure your fiance is gifting you. 

he groans when hearing your desperate whines as they amplify his arousal tenfold. and shit, his erection throbs between his thighs while he’s hopelessly chasing for any sort of friction by rutting against a water jet of the hot tub. “fuck… your pussy fits so perfectly around my fingers… made just for me.” 

he grinds his thick cock against the potent water pressures with loud, needy moans, simultaneously fingering your cunt with his every thrust. 

“a-ah… mmm… so thick inside me…” you’re writhing back and forth with trembling legs, relishing in the way his digits disappear to plunge inside. he deliciously caresses your warm, velvety walls in a continuous flow, halting his pumping to slam his fingers back in harder. it’s as if his cock was fucking your cunt right now. “so big…” he strokes along your folds which are so slick and sticky, trailing up to leisurely thumb at your puffy, flushed clit. 

“nghh, babe!” your back arches as marius suddenly smacks your pearly little nub, overwrought with waves of pleasure as you’re shivering all over. you can’t help that your body jerked due to your shock, especially when he stunned you like this. he tuts out to you in a teasing manner and smirks, feeling contempt with his payback from earlier. “wrong! my cock’s ten times thicker than my mere fingers...” he chuckles lowly, leaning over to leave a lingering kiss on the side of your inner thigh.

“and you’ll be squirming on my dick far greater than this…” his fingers are now glazed with your essence, covered and dripping like saccharine ice cream on a warm summer day. he utilizes this grand opportunity in his favor, pushing his digits back in deeper with newfound fervor. he scissors your insides past your limits, stretching the walls of your tiny cunt further apart. he’s spreading your pussy more and more, pumping inwards and outwards again and again until he feels you clenching tightly around him, making your vision go hazy. “fuck! too fast…” 

“you’re doing so well… cum for me, my queen.” his praise is enough to elicit a trembling orgasm deep within your creamy cunt as you’re yelping, “marius! shit, marius…” hearing you whine out his name has him finally spilling cum into his trunks when he ruts into the water jet with all his might. you both just evoke such amorous lust out of one another, as if bubbling sips of champagne could never surpass your shared peaks of drunken pleasure. 

you soon coat the entirety of his hand with your delectable essence, watching as your arousal slowly drips, trickling down his veiny wrist.  

he pulls his fingers out of your weeping pussy to taste your cum, maintaining steady eye contact as he swirls his scorching tongue around to capture the remnants of your essence. you swear he’s so brazen-faced, but yet again, in an endearing type of way. your cheeks redden like glistening rubies when he finally swipes his thumb across his lips, sending a flirtatious wink in your direction.

“mmm… you taste delicious as i remember. and that was directly from this morning, jiejie.” you’re about to swat at his chest until you notice his irises darken, embedded with genuine wrath as he glares off into the distance. 

“hah– how long do you intend on jerking off in secret, huh? normally i’m the only one who gets to jack off to my girl.”

fuck— you realize someone actually tried intruding, trespassing on your acts of debauched sex with marius— having intentions to eavesdrop on you both the closer they approached. in terms of decent circumstances, you should feel absolutely repulsed by this matter. yet… what transpires is the complete opposite… why does being watched by some other guy when you’re being manhandled by marius turn you on? 

who’s this mysterious man anyway? does he possess a reputable status of sorts, perhaps being another scion himself? and how does he have the guts and literal balls to go against the marius von hagen?

you’re ripped away from your thoughts when you hear a treading sound of steps ambling closer, nearing the hot tub until the man enters your peripheral vision. he’s a few inches shorter than marius in height, sporting blonde hair and a conceited glimmer in his eyes. 

now that you’ve scrutinized him properly, isn’t he the heir to the family who owns these global cruise lines, known for their luxury services? you only recall this intel due to viewing his family’s corporation being showcased on news broadcasts just this week. what were the odds that you’d actually encounter him in person. 

he apparently was soaking in the golden hour sunset from afar on this uppermost deck before he dozed off. he eventually awoke to you and marius commencing your secret lovegame, instantly becoming aroused at the scandalously, lustful sights before him. he tried to approach closer without being spotted, but it seemed marius was aware of his presence all along. 

“geez– calm your tits, von hagen. can you blame me for admiring this beaut?” this man’s so shameless with his pursuit of hitting on you. he’s leering at your curves in a lascivious manner when your fiance is right there. yet he continues paying no heed to him at all, asking such a bold inquiry which has marius seething. “hey gorgeous, interested in a threesome?” 

damn— he’s too bold. what an audacious risk he’s taking indeed— playing with scorching flames which lick along his skin. 

you’re widening your eyes in a flabbergasted state of shock, immediately declining his offer with urgency. “no… i’m happily engaged to marius.” you remark to him, shaking your head to prove your disapproval. while having an audience as your fiance fucks you does seem arousing, the one and only man who’s allowed to touch you sensually in your heart is your beloved marius. 

but it appears this scion is oblivious to your answer. he’s just too persistent for his own good. “what’s so great about von hagen? if you give me a chance…” he even has the audacity to lean forward, intending to caress your cheek. oh, wrong move... the incident transpires in such a flash, yet the other heir doesn’t even reach you when an absolutely livid marius is obstructing his path. he seizes his wrists ruthlessly, pinning his hands from behind and twisting with such menacing force. 

grunts fall from the man’s lips while he’s scuffling to flee from his grasp. yet alas, your fiance’s taut biceps flex to display his authoritative strength, holding him in place. contorting in agony, he blaringly yells at the top of his lungs. 

“what the fuck, man?!”

“try putting your filthy hands on my fiancee… i dare you….”

marius retorts back to him lowly with a growl in his tone. oh fuck— there it is, his domineering voice that he utilizes when conversing at pax. viewing him all riled up because of you, his fiancee, has your pussy searing with immense desire again. can you blame yourself though? he’s literally so sexy when he’s irking in anger. 

suddenly, the signature, soothing sound of vincent’s throat clearing snaps both men from their quarrel. seems like marius was telling the truth about those texts after all. or rather, he was referring to his affairs instead of pax’s. so, you realize vincent’s current visit must be related to their conversation from earlier. 

“hey, you over there! tell him to–” the other heir’s attempt at requesting help falters immediately when vincent interrupts him and it’s quite hilarious in your opinion.

“master marius, the preparations you requested are ready.”

“perfect– bring it here.” he practically shoves the other man’s wrists away, resulting with his body tumbling towards the floor with a thud. not like anyone cared, anyway. vincent ambles over and discreetly gives the item to marius, who smugly gazes in approval. he pats him lightly on his back, signaling he’s able to retreat for the night. 

“i appreciate your support as always, vincent.” 

“of course, master marius.” he bows politely. 

vincent turns on his heels to swiftly exit, meeting your glance as he curtly nods at you. he’s soon darting his eyes elsewhere again… with flushed cheeks? isn’t he the vincent kim who radiates composure in his wake? you’re perplexed by the peculiar sight indeed. what is marius’ scheme this time?

your fiance tosses the mysterious object as it slides across the deck floor, landing near the other heir’s vicinity. you notice from afar that it’s circular and vibrant in color. upon closer inspection, numerous pairs of eyes widen in realization…

a cock ring. what the actual fuck— is marius insane?! 

“pax is the top investor of your family’s cruise lines. if they were to know you insulted me… well… i believe you know the consequences. so, i have a proposal to prevent that from occurring.” a shit-eating grin adorns his lips as an overbearing aura forms around him, enhancing his tall, looming stature tenfold. “you’re going to wear this cock ring and count how many times i make my fiancee cum.”

oh shit— his attention shifts to you for a moment as your cunt clenches, missing his long fingers already. you’re so elated knowing you’re about to bask in  marathon sex with him. you feel like drooling just thinking about it. “marius… mmm…”

realizing the dire severity of marius’ words, the once complacent shimmer in the other man’s eyes dims, growing faint while he slowly gulps. it’s his signal of conforming to his defeat and abiding to the rules of this game. after all, there’s no other options in terms of escaping— he’s fucking screwed. “…fine.” he sighs, exhaling while he retrieves the cock ring with furrowed eyebrows.

“well? pull down your pants and put it on.” marius sneers back at him in utter amusement, raising his head to jut out his toned chin. it’s as if he’s a king who’s reigning victorious under his own terrain. “shit, i know! stop rushing me…” with gritted teeth, the other heir obeys his order despite the lingering reluctance which flows through his veins. 

you watch as he’s removing his swim trunks to reveal his leaking cock, glancing downwards to observe the raging flush of his tip. 

his dick’s surely going to swell further as time passes. he coats his fingers with his cum to smear along the edges of the band, utilizing his arousal as lubricant. once he concludes this process, he stretches the cock ring over his length with a hiss. “hah…” his digits slide the vibrant silicone down another inch, creating slight friction until it’s finally nestled against his flesh. 

“listen carefully…” marius squats down in a hovering position, invading his personal space while fisting his unbuttoned lapel shirt. the lavish fabric immediately creases under his daunting touch. “you have one more opportunity to jack off, so i highly suggest you use it wisely— or rather, do it when you see my girl’s eyes rolling back from the pleasure of my cock. your choice though…” he’s jeering the first half of the terms to him in a mocking manner while tightening his iron grip.  

“and miscounting terminates the deal, by the way. so… really concentrate on the sex and try not to lose your sanity.” marius pauses, sarcastically snickering as he continues taunting the other heir. his ominous gaze amplifies in intensity until he’s tilting his head to the side. “but then again… i’ll enjoy watching you break.” another shit-eating grin forms on his countenance and fuck— he’s literally seducing you with his bad boy persona.

you’re close, so close to just ripping off his trunks and sinking down on your knees to devour his cock right then and there. but patience is key. your curiosity of finding out what other schemes he has planned only piques your interest tenfold. 

“is that understood?”

“yes… you bast– sir…” 

he’s scoffing at his blundering slip up, releasing the assertive grip that he’s holding on his expensive shirt. nothing else matters now— solely his beautiful muse. and oh, how he desperately craves your honey laced lips at this exact moment. marius stands up on his feet again before rushing over to you with swift, hastened strides, enveloping you in his warm embrace. 

“marius…” he lifts your delicate chin in his grasp as he practically plunges his searing tongue into your mouth, swirling his own against yours in a salacious dance. this feels so damn right, erotically kissing him like this when an audience is currently present. “fuck— i’ll never stop going feral over you, princess…” you’re soon wrapping both of your smaller arms around his neck to brush your noses together, far too immersed at the vast, soaring intensity of his utter passion— so tantalizing, so downright sinful, so possessive.

his teeth graze along your lips until he pulls away, pressing you against his broad chest as he caresses your waist. he traces such intricate, soothing circles along your soft skin and you swear you’re melting on the spot. deep down, you’re secretly hoping more of his possessive side is unveiled. and meanwhile, he ponders to himself for a moment before he’s smirking, calling out such a bold inquiry. 

“you didn’t get a good view of her grinding on me, right?” he smugly asks, clearly obvious payback from earlier. he receives a rough grunt in response and darts his amethyst irises back onto you. there’s no point in him denying how much he wants you to strip tease; to seduce him with your alluring body, dry humping together in front of other men, so…

“dance for me, jiejie…” he murmurs deeply into your ear, “give your fiance a lap dance he’ll never forget, ever…”

shit— marius always renders you speechless, huh? and leaves your cunt gushing with more waves of arousal, apparently. 

his warm breath lingers until he slips away to amble towards a lounge chair, settling down comfortably on the seat. he splays out his muscular thighs, teasing you with his clothed erection as he awaits your next move. “and you… crawl over here.” he commands the other scion in his authoritative tone again.  

“more like fuck you…” he mumbles curses under his breath at marius’ request, huffing out in displeasure. with his dignity waning away, he finally moves on all fours across the deck floor. his weeping cock is stiff between his thighs while he crawls, especially when the silicone band is tightly wrapped around him. he slowly approaches marius after some lapses pass by and halts his body when he’s a few feet away from him. 

“how touching… you can be a tamed mutt after all, huh?” 

“oh piss off, von hagen! we both know i don’t have a choice!”

seems like the guys are distracted with their retorting remarks— perfect. now you’re the one with a smug look on your countenance, plotting a scheme of your own. at first, you’re covertly treading along the deck until both men are turning to quirk their eyebrows in utter curiosity. just what exactly are you planning? you rummage through your makeup bag until you locate your favorite lipstick, applying a fresh coat against your plump lips. afterwards, you blow a coquettish kiss in marius’ direction. 

“i’m coming, babe.” you tease out, exuding confidence with such a seductive saunter of your gorgeous hips. you’re enticingly moving side to side with every step, ensuring their gazes are focused on your curves. “so be a good boy and just sit back…” you’re hitting your fiance with such saccharine laced killshots which repeatedly aim at his heart and dick— with every word, every glance, every whine of your curves, and every tempting purr you gift him. “because i love it when you’re watching me…”

you approach marius, swaying along to the tempo of the reverberating music which echoes across the cruise ship. your fingers traverse down the valley of your breasts, hands cupping your soft tits together as you knead them. and fuck, you feel immensely sexy while doing so. not delaying any further, you slip off your violet bikini top before tossing the piece of fabric to who knows where, causing your tits to spill out. 

“fuck— so hot…” both men simultaneously groan when the swells of your soft breasts are finally exposed to their ravenous eyes, noticing how your nipples are puffy and erect. how they desperately wish to latch their tongues on your tits. 

tracing further down the expanse of your stomach now, you whine your beautiful hips again, bending your torso to deliberately brush your ass against his abs. your provocative teasing has your fiance beckoning for more with a curl of his lips. he’s also patting his muscular thighs, a silent signal for you to be flushed against him.

“shit– bring that ass my way…” you gaze back at marius with an alluring smirk as you’re slotting your body between his legs. leaning backwards, you slowly and tantalizingly hover above until you’re plopping down, straddling his lap from behind— as if you’re about to do reverse cowgirl on his cock. “and grind on me like you mean it…” pressing your clothed cunt against his erection, you rock back and forth while reaching for his chains to pull him into a searing kiss. 

you hear heavy panting closeby which serves as a reminder that you’re both not alone and it fuels the lingering desire coursing in your veins. “my queen…” he’s grinding his hips deliciously while his dick grazes your entrance, letting out moans. and for a second time, he purposely jams his bulge against your clit, feeling your cunt throb. “you look so fucking pretty on my lap… with other men watching…” 

“oh my god… mmm… when you–” it’s as if you both are reigning over the coastal night together on this uppermost deck, especially when he’s mentioning you as his queen like this. and oh, how your beloved king dotes on you with his erection ramming into you just right. “mar–” your eyelashes flutter as you’re being pulled into another wave of carnal ecstasy, gushing with your arousal. 

well damn— now you absolutely need to show them how soaked you are this instant. so, you lean on marius’ shoulders to push yourself off his lap before you’re twirling around to bend your plump ass. your hands play with the hem of your swimsuit bottoms, trailing down your thighs until you’re shimmying out of the wet fabric, exposing your glistening cunt. marius’ breath hitches at the erotic sight, while his amethyst eyes are completely fixated on your drenched hole.

“like what you see, babe?” you tease him, countering back with the same line he stated to you earlier. fuck yes— your cunt enraptures him every single time, eliciting his voracious appetite for your creamy slick. and at this exact moment, he merely wants to flaunt your radiating beauty in front of others— showcasing the absolute honor he feels of having you as his sexy fiancee. 

“when my pretty princess is naked before me? hell yes…” marius suddenly pulls your waist closer and watches as your smaller frame tumbles down, with your torso being splayed out along his lap— and your ass in the air, aligning in the direction where the other scion is currently situated at. “marius? what are you doing…? oh–” he’s soon leaning over your back to spread your glistening folds with his long fingers, presenting your weeping cunt at an improved angle than before. 

seems like the other heir is portraying his role as a mutt all too well. he’s drooling from the sight of your pussy alone, lolling his head to the side as the cock ring on his dick tightens. “shit…” with all of his might, he’s practically forcing himself to jack off later. 

poor thing— if only he knew how difficult that’ll be when marius’ scheme progresses further into the night. your fiance eventually brings his awareness back by conversing to him about your pussy— or rather, he’s just being sly while taunting him again. your mouth starts salivating wildly at the pure filth which leaves their lips. 

“oh, such a creamy little cunt we have over here…”

“m-mmm… so… w-wet… bet it t-tastes… sweet…”

“focus… how many times did she cum so far?” 

“…o-one…? h-hah, wait!…” 

“…it’s t-two…”

“are you sure? or are you bluffing?”

“t-two times!… f-fuck… it’s two…”

“that’s right… my fiancee came two times…” 

“my favorite pussy in this entire world… only for me…” 

marius fucking von hagen— he’s pressing his pecs against your back, uttering out the last words in a husky tone near your ear on purpose! as if you’re not already a horny mess— so he truly wants you to act like a slut, huh? so be it. your resolve of upholding patience withers away as you’re rushing to slot your body between his thighs again. “good girl… i was waiting for you to give into your urges of sucking my cock…”

his salacious gaze observes you sinking down on your knees to meet the deck floor, peering up at him with lidded eyes. “did you really believe i didn’t notice you thirsting over me earlier?” his overflowing lust spirals all over, soaring further when he notices droplets of your saccharine cum pooling onto the ground. how he desperately longs to settle between your plush thighs already, melding his milky semen together with your essence.

“more like this is all your fault— being such a bad boy and teasing me… how will you take responsibility?” you inch your countenance closer to his navel while grazing your nose against his soft flesh. with the last remnants of gloss on your plump lips, your mouth traverses along the expanse of his skin to pepper lingering lipstick stains in your wake. “fuck— so this is what you were planning…?” he hisses out when you’re trailing those scorching kisses towards his crotch, hooking the strings of his swim trunks between your fingers to seductively pull them. 

“how cute… my little nympho…” you’re slyly grinning now while your hand brushes against his erection, reaching over to free him from his confines and tug down his swimwear. his thick cock immediately slaps back against his delectable abs, so hard and heavy with awaiting loads ready to be spilled inside your soaked cunt. leaking with drops of precum, his tip’s adorned in a flushed, raging cerise. 

and you’re diving right in, grazing your lips along his swollen head to smear his milky arousal with your gloss. you lick against his pulsing slit to relish in his taste with dilated eyes, absolutely ravenous for more. after all, going delirious for his dick is your speciality. you’d always savor his semen as a delicacy any time of day, whether the hours linger past twilight or dawn. you sink your mouth down tightly around him now and he jerks forward in response, groaning out in pleasure with his husky voice. 

“jiejie… shit– your mouth feels so good…” he’s been waiting for you to devour his cock the moment you shoved him into the hot tub, so his voracious lust simply cannot be quelled so easily. he needs more stimulation, more friction, more of you arousing his senses. yet, with his biceps flexing, he wills himself to act like a gentleman and revel in the erotic sensations of your light kitten licks, just for your sake. he knows how daunting it can feel while you’re adjusting to his massive size. 

your searing tongue tries swirling along his ridges and leaking tip, eagerly persistent on pleasing your sexy fiance. gripping his cock with your smaller hand, you’re simultaneously pumping his length to appease the spit-firing coils of desire which are embedded deep within his dick.

but alas, he’s growing desperate, his patience waning with how your mouth envelops him with your warmth. “but i know you can take more. open wide, baby…” he merely wants to glide his cock down your throat as if it were your pussy, fucking deeper and deeper until his hips are flushed against your tear stained cheeks. 

so, he cradles your head with his larger hands before pistoning forward. your yelps are muffled by his cock as you hollow your cheeks, adjusting to his girth while lapses pass by. “mgnhhh…” you can’t stop gagging every now and then while your drool slowly trickles down your chin, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat. you’re just too immersed with every tantalizing drag of his dick at this point, until you hear a choked remark from afar. “f-fuck– suck von hagen’s cock…” the other heir continues his endless babbles as marius snaps his hips back and forth, “and n-ngh… swallow his c-cum…” 

your sanity is actually nonexistent now because what the actual fuck? you’re absolutely going feral— having another man observe from afar while marius is deep throating you like this has your cunt clenching tenfold. “shit– i love fucking all your holes… every day…” your whines reverberate around his cock, stimulating the entirety of his senses. and when you’re bobbing your head over and over— mouth stuffed to the brim with his thick dick to meet his harsh thrusts, he’s heaving in and out.

“fuck… fuck! don’t waste a single drop…” he’s moaning until his hips are halting with a swift pause. his cum finally trickles down your throat as you’re swallowing his ropes of arousal with amorous perseverance. “take it all, just like that…” marius soon pulls out of your mouth to pump his still leaking cock, aiming to coat spurts of his hot cum on your face and tits. you lean closer in utter anticipation, feeling content when the creamy liquid shoots onto your silky skin. 

however, now that you’ve gotten a taste of his dick, your libido is spiraling, ascending into a frenzy. your cunt is aching for the moment he’s sheathing himself into you. but shit, he’s persistent on edging you… perhaps you just need to coax him a bit further. 

with hastened movements, you’re crawling up to straddle his lap, pressing against his raw cock. no barriers restricting you both, just the sensation of carnal desire between devoted lovers. now this… this is a friction worth chasing. you’re smearing your slick on his cock, gliding your cunt at a set, even pace. yet this time, he merely observes you with a smug curve of his lips. 

marius wants you frantically begging him to enter your pretty little pussy; hearing your prolonged whines emit into the nocturnal night until you’re grappling at him, consumed whole by the lewd, desperate need to have his thick cock buried inside your walls. so no heated kisses, no searing touches, nothing at all… until you finally break. 

the other heir gulps at your alluring voice, sucking in a shaky breath. he wishes he could swap places— of escaping this wretched, damn hellhole that your fiance dragged him into while having the honor to participate in the erotic action somehow— perhaps he’ll get his chance eventually.

“marius… please… just fuck me already!” 

“hmm…? has my baby been edged on far too long?”

“need your cum inside… need your cock…”

“what? we can’t hear you… you’re mumbling…”

“please! fucking pleaseee!… i want your coc–” 

you’re wailing out to him, too immersed with your beckoning to notice how he angles up his hips with such deft, precise accuracy. within seconds, he finally plunges his cock into your creamy cunt, eliciting a wanton moan that reverberates through your lungs. “babe! fuck i’m cumming… that’s the spot…” you immediately convulse when he spears his entire cock into you so suddenly, pulsing around him with such an iron grip that you’re orgasming right then and there. 

a dizzying haze soon envelops your body, sending such sensitive tingles which amplify, reaching the entrance of your cervix. you’re becoming a delirious mess on marius’ cock as he halts, especially when another man just witnessed you squirting on your fiance. and oh, how the other scion wreaks absolute havoc with the pure filth he vocally directs your way. “s-shit… that pussy just keeps gushing, h-huh?” his words cause you to clamp down on marius even harder. you subconsciously can’t help it because he’s right, you’re still soaked. “cum on his dick again to complete… f-fuck… your fourth round, b-baby… you can do it…” 

“oh? what’s this, jiejie…? you feel much tighter than usual…” marius gazes at you with a possessive, territorial gleam lurking in his amethyst irises, leaning closer to invade your personal space. his eyebrows narrow dangerously as the coquettish ambience shifts into jealousy, as if a looming winter was approaching. his thoughts plummet, with the swift thumping of his heart drowning his ears. 

he’s dizzy. marius can’t fathom a world where you’re aroused by other men. he’ll truly lose his sanity if that ever transpires, merely wanting your attention all for himself. you’re his. your passion, your love, and fuck, your cunt are for him to indulge in alone. animalistic hunger courses through his veins while his final remnants of control are waning wildly— until at last, his waves of possessiveness reign victorious. fucking only his. 

he originally provoked the other heir to prove men like him can solely look— being stuck in their reveries,  daydreaming about touching your alluring body— in the end, he’ll always be the one and only man to claim your cunt. but now? oh, now he absolutely has to remind you who you belong to with every pounding thrust of his cock. 

“was it because i said we?” he pistons up into your pussy again with such relentless force, while his muscular hands grip the sides of your hips with a vice grasp. you’re certain that cool toned specks will blossom tomorrow morning. he begins to aggressively penetrate you, his tip disappearing deep inside to repeatedly graze against your spongy, saccharine spot. your thighs are trembling, barely having enough strength to hover over his lap, yet you persist in your efforts. your breathing soon turns erratic as he continues fucking you mercilessly without pausing.

“i… fuck!” the dizzying sensation consumes you whole, of his cock sliding into your velvety walls, so gummy and slick. your cunt flutters around him every time, eliciting more of your essence to coat his ridges and veins. with your cum, he’s able to glide inside easier, reaching new depths. and at this point, you can’t process your thoughts properly— not when his stamina’s immune to waning, nor when he’s quickening his pace to swiftly slam himself back into your cunt even harder. “or are you liking attention from other men?” overwrought by the intense waves of pleasure he’s evoking from you, you’re soon trapped in a carnal daze— of riding his cock until you’re fucked senseless. 

so, you’re setting a steady rhythm of your sensuous hips to meet his harsh thrusts halfway. his delectable abs flex in pleasure, his mind reeling at the way your soft breasts are bouncing with both of your combined movements. “s-shit! marius–” lifting your creamy cunt upwards to briefly squirm, his hips follow to wildly slap against your pussy. in response, you’re heaving out loud, titillating whimpers which send marius on a frenzy— before colliding down against his dick again and again, seductively rotating on his lap. 

you can hear the erotic, squelching sound of your flesh smacking together, flooding the area even when the blasting music is still playing into the twilight hours— a sign of how rough you and marius are fucking.

your pussy envelops his cock in a firm, salacious embrace the more he bucks into you, tightly fluttering in sweet bliss. especially when he’s insistent on using his domineering tone on you. his husky voice is enough to make you go completely feral as you’re whining with desperate screams, not caring if other patrons discover the piercing echoes. “nghhh! too damn fast…” you’re bouncing on his dick faster now, upwards and downwards in a prolonged pursuit to reach peaks of ecstasy. his cock twitches at your grinding while traces of his pre-cum begin to leak inside your pussy, melding with your essence. 

“want him to fuck your ass? double penetration…?” while he’s still ramming into your tiny cunt, you can discern curses being babbled by the other scion. “oh f-fuck… bounce on him… ride h-his cock…” you feel him attentively staring where you and marius are carnally connected and he locks a glance with you with lidded eyes. the cock ring on his dick appears unbearable, enhancing the flushed color tenfold. “milk him f-for… all he’s worth…” he fists his cock with pump after pump, sliding his fingers past his balls before thumbing at his tip with a moan. 

“answer me, you dirty little slut!” one of marius’ hands lift away from your hip to smack your plump ass, causing your skin to bloom in a spit-firing cerise. you wail out from the sharp contact, your body quivering from the sudden, overwhelming sensation until he’s maneuvering you. he manhandles you, pulling your frame along with him to lay sideways on the lounge chair. now he’s spooning your body tightly against his own. your legs are splayed out as he’s lifting one of your plush thighs midair, showcasing your creamy cunt being plugged with his stiff cock.

“n-no! of course not!” widening your eyes, you gasp out when marius leans closer towards the swells of your breasts before laving his hot, scorching tongue along one of your nipples. due to his taller stature, he’s thankfully flexible enough to do so. your toes are curling when he slowly drags his cock into your wet heat, intending to have you trembling beneath him. fucking hell— it’s literally working. your cheek presses against the spacious, silken cushioning while you’re letting out huffs. 

attempting to shift back on his dick for any sort of friction, your efforts soon falter when his free hand traverses towards your bundle of nerves. his deft fingers harshly pinch your pearly little nub with pressure until you’re yelping, “oh– oh fuck! babe, you know i only have eyes for you…” simultaneously, he pursues his objective of punishing you by latching his searing lips against your tit, suckling with vigorous intent— until he’s pulling on your pebbled nipple with his teeth. 

“doesn’t seem like it when you’re clenching so tightly like this… in front of another fucking man…” he’s growling out, sheathing his cock into your cunt while steadily pounding. he drives himself in and out again and again, brushing his hips against your ass with resounding smacks. his ruthless thrusts result in the deck chair shaking violently every few seconds, loudly squeaking as he snaps into you from behind. both of your bodies wobble, swaying at the swift vibrations. you’re writhing underneath him while he continues spooning you, eyelashes fluttering as he speeds up the tempo of his thrusts. “pay attention to me… me alone…”

���marius! fuck– i’m gonna cum!” a final press of his tip hammering against your cervix has you screaming through your lungs. you swiftly convulse, your thigh quivering in his large, veiny hand. finally gushing all over his cock with a whine, you’re coating him extensively with more of your creamy slick. as your pussy tightens around him, he’s overwrought in pleasure following your intense orgasm. his belly twists, jerking roughly against you while his white, milky semen spills deep inside your cunt. 

“more like you’ll take my cum all night like the whore you are…” another squeal leaves your body when marius’ warm arms wrap around your waist, hauling you up against his firm chest. your bodies are still carnally flushed against one another while he’s soon carrying you in his embrace, with drops of your combined fluids falling to the ground. “marius… please…” he ambles towards the edge of the balcony with hastened strides, as the other scion scurries with his aching cock— or rather crawls on all fours to not miss out on the fun. 

“mmm… time for that p-pretty pussy… to– h-hah… cum a fifth time…” he drools, making you recall the countless moments your fiance has already coaxed you to orgasm. and there’s no possible way of taming him or his possessiveness like this. marius sets you down on the balcony railing before he’s hoisting your hips over his own with his strong biceps flexing, jamming himself along your velvety walls. his arms wrap so tightly around you, sucking out the air from your lungs. and his cock slides inside your cunt aggressively, fucking you with his constant, relentless pounding. 

“o-oh! fuck– slow down so i can speak!” your teeth nip at his pecs as punishment, suckling to leave a heart shaped bite mark. the splotches forming on his skin serve as your masterpiece, leaving you content. he hisses out with a growl in response, viewing you squirm before him— separating your legs wider apart to invite his toned body even closer, fully on instinct to allow his stiff dick to repeatedly brush against your folds. “no… i’ll fuck this pussy how i see fit…” he watches as your melded liquids leak out further the more his cock splits your cunt open as he feels determined to fuck the creamy cum back into your wet heat.

his harsh thrusts cause your ass to move backwards on the railing, eliciting a loud screech from your lips. before your entire body tilts back, marius immediately tugs you into his broad chest. waves of intense adrenaline flow through you now while your breasts bounce wildly, with your erect nipples grazing his skin every time. his stiff cock mercilessly slams harder at a swift tempo, gliding to fill every inch of your tiny cunt with his ridges and veins. “s-shit– it’s like watching… f-fuck… live porn…” the other heir manages to babble with more of his ramblings while jerking into his hand. “m-mmm… clamp down on his cock h-harder… make him go insane for– a-ah… that tight pussy…”

you’re practically digging crescent indentations into marius’ biceps at this point, whimpering loudly at the predicament you’re in. it’ll be so clearly obvious from other patrons on the ground floor that he’s fucking you here and now, pistoning deeper into your weeping hole. especially when he’s hovering over you, slotted between your opened, quivering thighs. and your other dilemma? one wrong move or another slip of his fingers and you’ll be tumbling down from this balcony.

you should be alarmed by the potential dangers, yet… when marius is ramming so obscenely into your pussy like this, drilling your insides over and over, you’d take these risks a million times tenfold. 

his cock twitches uncontrollably with the friction you’re gifting him, going delirious for a swift release. with his balls aching, his hips abruptly halt again— erupting such thick spurts of his milky cum deep within your womb. you’re trembling all over before joining him in peaks of shared ecstasy, creaming on his dick with wanton moans. “mmm… marius… want m-more… more cum…” beads of perspiration roll down the valley of your breasts, trickling until your sweat slowly drops against his pelvis. you’re also attempting to replenish your energy with quickened breaths while fluttering both of your eyelashes closed. 

however, there are no moments of respite when he manhandles you again so that your arms are situated on the railing. his pecs brush against your back which seductively arches under his taller, looming frame, pinning you in a domineering manner from behind. he teases your entrance by grazing his still leaking tip, adorned with a blooming cerise, along your folds. he switches between grinding against your cunt and ass repeatedly, now smearing your ass cheeks with milky slick. “you fucking slut– all you can think about is cum… would you let any guy fill you up instead of me…?” 

your body shifts forward when he suddenly rams his thick cock into your awaiting pussy, penetrating you from behind. you’re soon yelping out from his rough fucking while you dig your manicured nails along the railing. oh, falling into the horny abyss is an utter understatement now— perhaps it can settle as your new dwelling where you’re always ravenous, craving your fiance’s delectable dick and searing cum. the lingering smell of debauched sex wafts through the seaside air as marius ruts himself deeper and deeper, angling with such precision to brutally slam in and out of you. 

“like that drooling idiot? or him over there…?” fisting the tresses of your hair, he tugs you over with no mercy whatsoever. oh fuck— there’s no point denying how you absolutely love the tingles of pain slowly morphing into pleasure. continuing to slide himself along your soft, gummy walls with rapid pumps, your eyes are darting to scrutinize another bold couple relishing in sex from below. your elevated location offers a clear, unimpeded view of such carnal desire. the other woman is bent over in pure bliss, gripping onto the edge of a vacant lounge chair as her man pistons from behind, plunging his cock back and forth. 

observing the lovers from this whole new perspective, is that how debauched you currently appear? filled to the brim— entirely impaled by marius’ thick cock? then shit, you must look fucking sexy right now. your cunt clenches around him when his warm breath tickles your smooth skin, fanning along your ear. 

“think he thrusts better than me?” as if a competition was transpiring out of the blue, he erratically thrusts harder than before at the entrance of your womb. his torrid pounding surpasses the other man’s as your vision feels hazy, too overwhelmed as your mind spirals out of control. “no! nghh.… fuck no! just you…” marius ensures your gaze is still fixated on the erotic scene from the ground deck by yanking your tresses, simultaneously bucking into your pussy at a swift, record rhythm. 

his dick presses along that sensitive, saccharine spot you know all too well which has you squealing out, “your cock is the only one i want!” as if your scream reverberated across the cruise ship and the stars aligned, the couple below meets both of your prying gazes. well fuck— were you actually that loud? you can also discern heavy breathing from afar, as the other scion has edged himself in such prolonged intervals, precisely timing his sloppy jerking sessions. the cock ring around his dick allowed his flesh to blossom into vibrant, flushed shades of vermillion. so he needs to cum now, “let’s all cum together for… s-shit… your sixth round, b-baby…” 

oh, such obscene, nasty acts of public sex indeed. marius spears deeply into your cunt, about to spill his searing load inside you while you’re maintaining eye contact with the other young woman. both of your salacious men are chasing the delicious friction for release, as you two are lewdly panting. being stripped with sweat glistening on your alluring, naked body just like this— in front of a larger audience as your fiance fucks you feels so damn good. all five of you are erupting in waves of lust, with spurts of milky semen coating your velvety walls. especially when marius continues fucking his cum into the depths of your cervix.

he soon pulls out of you as his stiff cock immediately slaps against your belly, still so hard and heavy with more loads awaiting to paint your creamy cunt. “oh really? prove it then, you little whore…” he suddenly hauls you over his shoulder while your feet dangle, ambling back towards the hot tub area with hastened strides. the other heir follows in pursuit, rushing over with hurried movements. your cunt is throbbing at the possible antics marius has planned next. you don’t have to ponder any longer though when he’s barking out an order to the other scion. “lay down on the floor now.”

despite his trembling form, he submits to your fiance’s request, leaning backwards to splay out his fatigued body. however, he immediately pauses— his eyes widening in disbelief when he views marius bending your plump ass so that you’re hovering right above… his face in a standing position… what the actual fuck?! it’s confirmed— marius is fucking insane. 

your palms are now planted against the sturdy hot tub wall as your breath hitches, mind set ablaze in utter anticipation— until goosebumps finally bloom wildly at a shockingly cold sensation being pressed along your spine, coalescing with the cool seaside air. realization strikes you immediately— an ice cube?! how marius managed to covertly swipe the wet ice from your peripheral vision, directly from the drinks vincent prepared for you both, you’ll never know. he growls huskily with his authoritative tone, “i want to hear you beg…” he trails the ice cube along your back, gliding lower and lower while kneading one of your ass cheeks with vigorous intent.

he’s sinking down on his knees, watching as your abused pussy clenches around nothing. oh, his poor fiancee… he’ll ensure you’re filled to the brim in a moment. his lips are curling when his adept fingers wrap around one of your plush thighs, spreading your legs wider apart. “moaning for more of my cock…” tipping his head, his lips capture the ice cube before grazing it tantalizingly along your folds. you can’t help but squeal loudly, arching back while he begins to plunge the ice inside you. “marius! too… t-too cold! want you to warm me up with your cum…” it gets embellished with your creamy slick and his semen, covered entirely as lapses pass by. 

“want you… i need your dick inside… plea–” he soon pulls the ice cube away until the chilly sensations migrate to your pearly nub. your body trembles at the sudden, stinging contact as if waves of an avalanche were hurtling towards you. yet suddenly, his breath is fanning against your cunt before he dives right in, burying his tongue to devour your pussy. he utilizes precise swirling motions deep inside, venturing along your gummy walls. it’s too much— all this friction is sending you into a frenzy.

especially when you hear the loud curses which escape the other scion’s lips, directly below your legs. he drools extensively, watching how marius’ tongue disappears into your wet heat, his hoarse throat running dry like a sweltering desert. he’s just far too entranced at this point, his gaze fixated on this rare, close-up view of your cunt.

you let out wails as your fiance licks long stripes between your warm folds with his searing tongue, moving upwards and downwards repeatedly. he spits while groaning, his amethyst eyes rolling back as he relishes in the intoxicating taste of your melded fluids as one— until he slaps your pussy with his fingers again. “more… spread those legs wider… admit that you’re all mine… mine alone…” brimming with tears, dew-like drops stream down your cheeks from this constant edging— of the way his tongue laps up your creamy cum, lewdly slurping every time. of his deft fingers rotating the ice cube along your bundle of nerves, numbing your swollen clit. 

your hips frantically buck against his mouth over and over, with the contrasting temperatures causing your opened thighs to quiver nonstop. “say it… now…” oh fuck— his domineering voice will always render you powerless. the overstimulation teeters you far beyond your limits, as your incoherent babbles skyrocket, ascending for both men to finally hear your genuine, obscene thoughts.

“ngh… i’m marius von hagen’s cumslut! his little whore! only his…”

“and i get turned on when other men are seeing you fucking me… no one else… only you, babe…”

“good girl… my fucking good girl… that’s what i wanted to hear…”

he smirks against your throbbing cunt, rewarding you with rough jams of his scorching tongue. the chilly residue of ice along your clit makes a dizzying halo appear over your poor little head, swiftly convulsing in seconds— coaxing your pussy into your seventh orgasm of the night. oh— how the erotic fun will only progress, pressing on more and more.

marius immediately reverts back to a standing position with a smug lick of his lips as his cock twitches in desperation. after eating you out, he absolutely needs to fuck you again now. so, he slips himself into your creamy cunt from behind, grunting at the way you easily tighten around his dick with wanton need. “fuck… i can never get enough of this pussy… you’re sucking me in so well…” he’s setting a steady pace, penetrating the soft spot located at the base of your belly with all his might. your tits bounce against the frothing, effervescent aquamarine water with every harsh snap of his hips as it splashes along your erect nipples. “and i can never stop going feral over my favorite cock… so fucking horny for you…”

his amethyst irises practically dilate at the pure filth you’re uttering out, while he possessively drills harder and harder into you. seems you ignited his soaring passion tenfold. marius brushes against your ass with loud, resounding smacks, swaying slightly due to his own overstimulation. yet as always, he persists in his attempts to fuck your pussy properly. “yes… i’m the only one who could make you feel this good… just look at all this cum… our cum…” a milky ring of your essence and his hot semen smears his thick cock, flourishing to the tempo of his rapid thrusts. 

enhancing the smell of sex wafting into the nocturnal air immensely than before with the amount of times he painted your wet heat a creamy white. perhaps the area will linger with the lascivious stench past twilight, transcending into the golden rays of dawn— then everyone will acknowledge what transpired— of your ardent marathon sex, right on this spacious deck with marius. you whine out when he’s hammering inside your cunt just right, angling with precise accuracy to slam deeper and deeper. 

“f-fuck– oh fuck!” the other scion digs crescents into the center of his palms, hissing as he wills himself to maintain his last, remaining amounts of control. after all, he recently jerked off and this deal is of utmost importance. but his sanity wanes when he views you bending your plump ass back to meet marius’ hips halfway; of the constant carnal sound of skin slapping against skin— of your pussy being filled to the brim with nothing but your sexy fiance, right above his very lips— until his resolve finally withers away when he’s pumping his sensitive dick, pistoning his own hips upwards midair as if he was fucking your cunt. “you can… s-shit… cum for an eighth time… you’ve– mnghhh… already come this far…” 

the desperate need to release overtakes you when marius’ pace stutters, his rhythm halting in place— overwrought with your orgasm blossoming, your whole body shakes violently for another time. “marius! mmmm… m-more… i can take more, so please…” both of your melded fluids trickle down to coat his pelvis and the back of your thighs, while milky drops splatter onto the other heir’s countenance from below. the rest trails down, slowly pooling onto the ground. now it’s his turn to fall into the horny abyss because what the actual fuck?! 

“of course… just be my pretty slut and let everyone know who you belong to…” he twirls you around so that he can hoist your sensuous hips over his own before his larger, veiny hands cup your ass cheeks, resuming his relentless thrusts. your legs wrap tightly around his slutty waist, ensuring you have enough stability to bounce yourself on his cock. oh, how you desperately want your tongues tangled in a titillating dance. so you lean closer, entwining both of your lips together in vehement kisses, with marius moaning into the searing depths of your mouth. “nghhh! h-harder babe! i want my pussy all bruised up tomorrow as a reminder of tonight…” he’d be an absolute fool to refuse. he complies with your lewd request, plugging his stiff cock between your folds to split open your gummy cunt again and again. 

however, the other heir widens his eyes when marius continues fucking into you with ease, ambling closer to him with an overbearing aura. he begins to flee by scuffling backwards, yet the silicone band reduces his movements to sluggish crawling. marius’ signature shit-eating grin adorns his face at this as his biceps flex, relishing in the sensation of your manicured nails traversing scattered scratches down his broad back. “oh? why are you backing away? isn’t this what you fucking wanted?” marius taunts him with a glance laced with mirth, cornering him to the edge of the cruise ship. now this type of payback? revenge even? fuck— it feels so damn good— so gratifying to claim his woman like this.

as your head lolls back while you mewl loudly in his ear, his dick kisses the entrance of your womb with vigorous intent…. all while your flushed bodies are hovering directly over the other scion’s head. his furrowed eyebrows are tense, with his chiseled jaw clenching before he groans out possessively. 

“my woman...” thrust— “my muse...” thrust— “my one and only queen...” thrust— “mine.” 

“m-marius… so deep! fuck! mmm hurry up… want to be leaking with your cum already…” 

seems like his weekly weight training is convenient, coming in handy after all. marius’ muscular arms are still carrying your body in his salacious embrace, dragging your pussy back and forth in a tantalizing tempo. not a single moment of respite is needed while he stands with his taller, looming figure— truly impressive indeed. he pistons into your creamy cunt at such an unhinged, delirious speed, stretching your velvety walls until they feel battered and bruised— on the brink of tearing apart. his balls erratically tense up, pulsing as his searing spend is threatening to burst. 

“hey asshole– watch me fill this pretty pussy up, yeah?”

with his tip jamming deliciously against your cervix, both of you are screaming loudly in unison, jerking against each other with such overwhelming orgasms. your pussy tightly flutters around him, squirting with your juices drizzling all over his cock and delectable abs like midnight rain. twitching deep inside you, his hot semen erupts in prolonged waves, spilling every drop. your bodies are truly melded together at this point, with the sticky slick fastening yourselves to one another like an amorous stitch. a shared canvas dripping with a searing mess of cream, of everlasting infatuation— just how you and marius envision this masterpiece. 

meanwhile, spurts of pearly cum embellish the other man’s cheeks yet again— staining his countenance with a debauched, milky white essence— his entire body splays in utter shock, while a dizzying haze envelops him whole. he isn’t certain whether his enervated weariness is due to him jacking off for another round while you two were roughly fucking, or his weeping dick feeling unbearable, truly about to shatter from the silicone band. “she… came nine times… fuck…” he mutters in a rose blush, feeling a trail of your combined slick settle on his lips. with lightning speed, his tongue swipes to relish in the sweet yet salty taste, before he moans shamelessly. 

“and tastes… s-shit… absolutely divine… just as i thought from this beaut… i’m fuck– seriously going insane… i can… mmm… get drunk on this cum any day…”

“oh? this mutt used his brain after all… huh… while it truly was a treat seeing you pathetically break as promised, scram… i want to finish fucking my woman in peace.” 

the other scion doesn’t need to be coaxed any further. rather, what merely lingered in his mind was ripping off this wretched cock ring! to cum freely all he liked— with his staggering, cloddish feet, he’s standing with violent trembles coursing through his thighs. “thanks for the show, gorgeous… stay sexy.” he swiftly dashes off with the cock ring still nestled on his dick, intending to jerk off even more to the erotic scenes he committed to memory. 

other than his strides finally echoing away, music continues reverberating across the spacious cruise ship, filling in the emerging silence. just— what the fuck? he looks hilarious right now— you and marius slowly gaze at one another with such perplexed expressions, until you both are chortling together with chuckles of mirth.

“what an idiot he is– ow! jiejie, i just gave you the best fucking marathon sex of your life…” he pouts when you’re playfully swatting at his chest.

“more like you should apologize to vincent tomorrow! really babe? a cock ring?!” your roseate cheeks shimmer under the glowing moonlight as you’re scolding him, desperately trying to withstand his signature puppy dog eyes.

yet you can’t deny the way your chest flutters wildly when marius leans down to murmur in your ear, whispering soothingly as he carries you. “sorry… i’ve been a bad boy…. but i was so jealous… had to prove no one else can have you but me alone… so don’t be mad at little old me… please?” he begs you helplessly in an adorable manner while clinging to your body, insistent on not letting you flee from his cuddly, warm embrace anytime soon.

whiny marius is surely going to be the death of you someday. or perhaps your downfall would be caused by persistent upsurges of cuteness overloads which constantly pierce your heart. “you big baby… i can never resist you, can i?” your nose affectionately nuzzles against his own, gifting him such delicate caresses. seconds later, your eyes are darting away from his watchful gaze, due to your sudden yet sheepish confession. “besides, i’m not that upset… um… you’re hot when you’re possessive… and i enjoyed it… a lot…”

he regains his lustful momentum upon hearing your words and curls his lips with an alluring smirk. both of you are now settled at your original location again, bodies entwined in sweet bliss. you remain leisurely perched on the hot tub wall while he lingers in the aquamarine abyss, kneeling to worship his goddess in all your coruscating glory. “oh? my lovely princess… i’m more than just possessive… i’m a hungry man and i’d die for you…” his lips graze along your sensuous curves to plant soft, endearing kisses against the cerise splotches— pampering your skin with such soothing caresses.

“i’d fight for you– fuck all those other men…” marius professes, traversing upwards past your navel, inching closer to finally latch his mouth along your swelling breasts— suckling your puffy nipples with delicate swirls and stripes as he’s kneading ever so gently. oh— with his breath fanning against your tits, a knot forms in your throat. how your heart soars to the twilight sky, reaching sirius as your rose blush blossoms tenfold. “i adore you more than anyone else ever could…” 

his adoration envelops you whole and honestly, you wouldn’t want this any other way— so tender, so winsome— as always, you savor his infinite devotion with an inviting embrace. your libido ascends to new horizons, widening your plush thighs on reflex while you simultaneously swoon. how lucky you are to be marius’ muse indeed.

“i’m addicted… my body… my heart… hell, my cock aches for you every lasting second…” you’re falling backward on your wrists when he suddenly cages you with his muscular arms, seductively looming over your frame. dewed drops of warm water trickle down his toned figure, glistening along with the ivory moonlight as if he posed for a lavish painting. “so let me have more of this sweet pussy…” his tip slowly presses against your wet heat, sinking right back into your sensitive, velvety walls easily. you can’t help but clench, your cunt tightening around him at being filled to the brim for what seemed like the millionth time tonight. “m-marius… when you talk like that… mmm…”

“that’s it… good girl… always spoiling me so well…” he’s gently rocking into you while caressing your drenched pussy with slow, leisurely thrusts of his cock— full of fervent passion which overflows like a cascading waterfall. you’re whining when he pumps in and out with tender precision, tantalizingly rolling his hips against your own. how endearing— in the end, he’ll always be a cordial gentleman willing to dote on you, his beloved fiancee. as your toes are curling, his languid strokes cause his dick to slip out of your gummy cunt and slap against your luminesced skin. 

“be a good boy and let me take care of this, yeah?” your sultry command halts his body in place as your smaller hand reaches over to fist his cock, pumping your dexterous fingers in a teasing tempo. spurts of creamy cum land on your wrist in the process, trailing down your arm. and oh— you can’t deny how his provocative grunts are like mellifluous harmonies— sweet yet husky melodies for your ears alone. he exhales with shaky groans, scrutinizing in delight at how his entire length is slowly being pushed back inside by your hand, inch-by-inch.  

all you merely desire is for him to become a drunken, concupiscent mess again; oozing waves of delirious wanton need as he succumbs to his desperation of frantically colliding his body with yours and splitting your tiny cunt apart. to watch him unfold, unraveling little by little until he finally breaks. 

“let loose… lose control, babe…” that dizzying haze overwhelms his senses again when you direct sultry murmurs his way while nipping at the sweet spots along his neck. marius’ heartbeat ascends into a complete frenzy, thrumming within his chest. lose control…? fuck— his dick throbs inside you as you continue melding your carnal flesh together— easing the remaining inches deep within your pussy. “it’s okay… i know you want to…” your forehead presses against his own, with tousled strands coated with perspiration and labored breathing all coalescing as one.

“besides, i love your feral side… so break me…” with your legs securely wrapping around his slutty waist, you unveil your plan as a mastermind would. the dominoes cascaded in a formal line, tumbling when your palms shove against his pecs with unfaltering force. afterwards, both of you are stumbling into the aquamarine abyss below with a piercing splash. oh shit— your bold antics cause his amethyst eyes to dilate in raw intensity as the salacious surging in his chest finally snaps— what lingers in its wake is a libidinous marius consumed by lustful greed. 

“jiejie… you really do drive me insane… fucking kiss me…” he cursed, fisting the tresses of your hair to maneuver you closer, capturing your lips in a sealing,  risqué manner. his hunger emanates so vehemently, igniting fiercely like scalding fireworks in the nocturnal night— tongues clashing over and over in a heated pursuit of dominance. your eyelashes soon flutter closed as you grapple at his broad shoulders while leaving crescent indentations— relishing in the erotic potency of his passion for you, his queen. solely you. he swallows your mewls with a ravenous gleam in his gaze, far too immersed with your flustered state to waver his steady eye contact. you’re so addicting. he could stare all day.

marius’ other arm slithers around to encircle your waist, guiding you to sink down further on his thick cock completely as his ridges and veins plug your weeping cunt with his previous hot loads underwater. “babe… go rough and hard, just how we like it…. plea–” your pleading is abruptly interrupted when he finally commences his rough fucking again, eliciting you to seductively arch your back with such piercing screams. “oh– fuck yes! feels so g-good…. fuck this pussy harder…” the spit-firing sensation of him ramming upwards into your tight hole again and again stings your bruised, battered pussy delectably. you can’t help but feel hypnotized on the spot. now this? this type of fervor lust is a concupiscent high you’ll never recover from. 

“i said harder… don’t you dare fucking slow down…” you provocatively order him by embellishing his back with long, intricate cerise scratches littering along his soft skin. he’s immediately growling out in response, huffing as he jams his twitching dick with merciless force, intending to chase the delicious friction. “or what? my poor baby can’t keep up…?” a sultry tone is embedded in your teasing, falling from your plump lips before a widening smirk adorns your countenance. your flushed bodies are submerged in the aquamarine abyss while the warm water ripples with the sways of the tides, evoking effervescent bubbles to froth all around— foaming afloat the turbulence with the way you’re bouncing on him while he teeters underneath you— feeling too engulfed in the ardent pleasure.

the sloshing sounds of your bodies colliding emit into the seaside air, ascending louder and louder with reverberating smacks. perhaps if lingering patrons are roaming along the ground floor below, would they be able to discern the obscene, wet noises of you and marius indulging in hot tub sex together? you truly hope they do.

“jiejie… careful with what you wish for… who said i was slowing down?” seems like you’ve really coaxed marius’ feral side to unveil before you now. with his signature shit-eating grin reciprocating your smirk, he impishly manhandles your smaller frame by pressing your back against the interior of the hot tub. “i just wanted to fuck you in this new angle…” his strong, veiny hands reach over to bend you entirely in half, lifting your glistening legs in his vice grasp before shoving them against your shoulders. allowing his cock to hammer even rougher in this lewd position. the silken mounds of your tits graze along your plush thighs every few seconds, bouncing with his swift strokes. 

“marius! oh fuck– fuck! fucking right there…” you moan with heaving sighs of titillating bliss when he spears into the sweetest spot of your womb, rocking back and forth with harsh, receding snaps. you soon feel your tenth orgasm blooming at the base of your belly, threatening to squirt all over his drenched cock. writhing erratically from below as his hips gradually stutter, your slick gushes around him, coalescing with his scalding ropes of cum which paint your walls a creamy white. “mmm… fuck yeah– that’s it, my queen… milk me… show me who this dick belongs to…” 

marius’ towering body pins you down, looming over your own while he still desperately pounds inside your overstimulated cunt— rutting with aggressive thrusts which cause cool, dew drops to brim along your eyelashes. despite your vision turning into a misty haze, you gaze upwards at the twilight sky being illuminated by millions upon millions of shimmering stars that gleam and glow— absolutely awestruck at the twinkling, ivory specks which hover above marius so exquisitely, who reigns as the king of this nocturnal night. how you’re dazzled by the glimmering stars. dazzled by your one and true love. mesmerized by the manner in which he glistens like an empyrean god, even when he’s roughly fucking you like this. 

he far surpasses your comprehension of everlasting love. how can a man be this divine? so utterly devoted and infatuated with your very existence? it truly leaves you love-struck, drunk on this profound luxury you cultivated as a couple, on your reciprocated adoration for him alone. nobody will ever comprehend this surging sensation of intense yearning like he does. solely he knows. your future husband. you’ll both be besotted together for eternity.

fervent waves of passion unravel through your very being as always, slithering along while his cock ventures deeper and deeper, breaking through your soaked pussy. you fucking love every tantalizing drag, every sensual killshot he aims into your wet heat. locking intimate eye contact with marius, your lidded gaze remains steady, fixated on his amethyst irises which resemble coruscating galaxies. you instantly profess, “my king… oh fuck… you’re my absolute everything… my one and only, my lifeline…” you both simultaneously lean closer to tenderly press your foreheads together once more, feeling so erratically needy. needing to be entangled in a binding mess of passion and scalding cum again and again until sunrise emerges.

“mmm… no other man could ever rival you… the king of my heart… only you can impress me with your charm…” you feel marius pulse within your gummy walls that swallow him whole, reeling wildly upon hearing your praises being directed at him alone. twitching in utmost satisfaction with his raging tip still leaking more drops of precum while he’s bumping against your swollen cervix in an amorous manner. you’re catching your breath to mewl out, “i’m hooked on your love… your cock… want to milk you alone…” he groans huskily in utter pleasure, bucking deliciously into you at a rapid pace— marking his own ornate crescents along your silky thighs that he restrained with both of his larger, muscular hands— roaming and gripping your plush flesh as if his life solely depended on it. 

“fuck princess– more… nghh… this greedy bastard wants to hear more of your beautiful voice… fucking please…” he manages to moan out his whiny pleas, penetrating your slick cunt in aligned tempo with the pulsating music. how cute… he’s begging you again, consumed by a delirious urgency to discern every rise and fall of your ethereal tone as he fucks in and out. so, you choose to bask in this sacred, salacious moment. you comply with his request, obliging by trailing your fingers coquettishly down his chest and stomach before tracing intricate heart patterns along the branded lipstick stains you left on him. “i wish you could see how pretty you are when you’re fucking my cunt… my pretty boy… all mine…” 

as his delectable abs immediately flex under your light and airy caresses, he grows immensely feral as lapses pass by— his cheeks adorned with a scintillating, ruby glister which radiates down his neck. you actually called him your pretty boy? marius might as well advance your anticipated wedding to a sooner date because shit— he’s melting on the spot, right then and there. loud whimpers escape from the voids of your mouth when he drives himself even faster, quicker at lightning speed into your fluttering pussy. “fuck… oh fuck! and i’m yours… i’m all you’ll ever need… mmm… say you love me… come on, baby… only me…” he chokes with rushes of adrenaline, hoarsely begging for your honey laced endearment to send him rocketing to heavenly saturn. 

trembling underneath his seductive body, you feel your back being pressed harder into the crevices of the hot tub from his rough hammering. his brutal assault of every slam, every precise rut drilling within your cunt over and over until your periphery is slowly blurring out again. solely focusing on your dear fiance, you avow gently, “i love you, marius… i love you so damn much…. i’ll remain forever by your side as your queen… showering you with all my attention and affection…” you swipe your soft lips against his own, peppering swarms of kisses his way to finally alleviate the last remnants of his jealousy. within seconds, marius beams in content like the golden retriever energy he exudes. an uplifting boost from his lovely jiejie is the type of remedy he craved all along, his true solace.

he moves to squeeze one of your thighs firmly in his bicep, slotting himself so inextricably closer against your entrance as the other dangles back and forth midair. ramming into the labyrinth of your pussy with frenzied movements while he slams his thick cock again and again; grazing your slick walls with hasty thrusts as he prods into you, submerging deeper into this torrid yet euphoric tidal wave. you briefly separate from the amatory kisses to replenish your breathing supply of air, yet marius doesn’t let you escape so easily. his free hand deftly cradles the back of your neck with a hastened pull before his searing lips capture yours once more, devouring every sharp gasp as flames blaze within his lungs. 

“your king loves you more… so much fucking more… nghh… i’ll always give you the world in every possible way… treat you like royalty, a goddess… because only you matter, my muse…” marius huskily remarks, pulsing from the carnal friction which tightly clasps his raging, spit-firing dick. he’s on the literal brink of bursting with the way your cunt embraces him— so inviting, enticing with your every clench that spurs his approaching release. you’re soon noticing how his hammering becomes sloppier, harder, faster as he groans, “my sole obsession… continue ruining me for the rest of eternity… on fated days like this…” grappling at his taut muscles, you attempt to frantically buck in sync with him, grinding against his toned pelvis— further slipping his cock into your quivering hole.

“oh babe… you don’t even have to mention that… there’s nothing more i wouldn’t want than for you to stay buried inside my cunt forever… whispering sweet nothings as we profess our love… you’d like that, right?” you tenderly coo to him, declaring your mutual wishes of being tangled together in besotted passion and mind-blowing sex for eons to come. he practically whimpers with furrowed eyebrows, morphing into an ethereal, panting mess. “jiejie… nghhh… i…” his desperate pistoning amplifies as a searing heat you committed to memory coils all along your belly the more he fucks you. you’re both so close. so fucking close to shamelessly orgasming in this public hot tub yet again.

“hmm? feeling tongue tied from the pleasure? hell no, we both know you just wanna cum…” you impishly tease him, playfully leaning upwards to graze your tongue along his sensitive pecs and nimble down. marius’ whines resound stridently, moaning like a manwhore. your fucking manwhore. he doesn’t give a damn if his name is trending tomorrow at this point, surging like wildfire from being caught. you’re sucking harder when he greedily penetrates your velvety cunt with slowly faltering strokes, breaking through your wet heat ever so fervidly. one thing is for certain in your debauched, lascivious mind. time to coax marius over the edge and deliver the final blow. 

“go on, baby… mmph… show me how sexy you look when cumming inside this pussy… let’s do it together…” your lidded eyes remain fixated on his contorted countenance while he drives his last pumps inside you. basking in the lewd squelching of your joined flesh, of his cock ramming with such teetering thrusts. “fuck! cum with me, princess… fucking cum and milk me dry–” he deeply slams with a piercing push as your body responds to his command on instinct. thrashing and squirming all at once, both of you are harmonizing in a crescendo of moans which spurs mizzles of cum to entwine as one. “marius! i’m gonna–” within seconds, ivory dew drops rapidly spill into your weeping cunt before seeping out into the hot tub. he soon presses against your arched body when you’re still convulsing around him, simultaneously soaking his cock with more of your pearly slick and his sticky semen.

“good girl… see? told you we’d fill this hot tub with our cum…” 

“mmm… you always keep your promises, babe… that was so fucking hot…” 

he slyly smirks at your remark before coquettishly winking your way. well— seems like you can finally eliminate ‘having public sex on a cruise ship while an audience watches’ off your salacious list of fantasies. while you’re cockwarming him, marius eventually carries your frame and finally ventures out of the aquamarine abyss. he’s tender with his aftercare, pampering you on the lounge chair as he wipes the lingering cum off your pussy with a towel. after vigorously fucking, stargazing surely serves as a serene ambiance for devoted lovers such as yourselves. so he ambles to retrieve the drinks vincent prepared.

when he returns, you snuggle in his warm embrace and relish in the saccharine taste of the alcohol to replenish your energy, combating your parched throat. marius rewards you by traversing his wandering lips towards the crook of your neck, pecking your beating pulse with delicate kisses. in response, distant constellations shimmer from above, twinkling back in celebration of your fond affection for one another. 

the silence is tranquil, idyllic, ever so soothing… until—

“watch that bastard come crawling back for more– means i’ll get to fuck you senseless again… unless…”

suddenly, you feel a familiar erection graze against your silky thigh and can’t help but squeal in shock when he hauls you over his shoulder again.

“marius! can’t you calm your dick for a second?!”

“but jiejie, we haven’t even soaked the bed yet!”

[lovelyhan]

Vernon edging you until you're a crying mess and begging him to let you cum...? 👀

01:22 — VERNON

i'm...supposed to be studying for another exam but 🥹

you and vernon have a rather...interesting relationship dynamic.

when he first introduced you to the rest of his friends, they all immediately assumed that you're the one who called the shots. everyone knows that vernon is laid back by default—always going along with the flow that others have set around him without any complaints.

it's obvious that the same applies even when the two of you started dating. he's more than happy to let you take the lead in navigating your way through life as a couple and most people find it adorable, how he always accommodates you one way or another. that's just the kind of guy he is.

seungkwan jokingly called him an under when he witnessed firsthand just how easily your boyfriend bends to your whims.

but no matter how much of a pushover others think vernon can be, you're convinced they only think that way because they've never seen him in the confines of your shared bedroom.

"pretty," vernon chuckles softly, one hand grasping your chin while his free hand dabs away the salty tears streaked across your cheeks "you can take more, can't you? this is nothing."

nothing, he says—despite the fact that your thighs are already trembling from the third orgasm he blatantly denied you. part of you wants to talk back, but you hold your tongue, preening at the sweet smile still resting on your boyfriend's face as he sinks further down the mattress to hook your thighs across his shoulders.

vernon isn't a hard dom by a long shot, but that's what makes it all the more frustrating. when he teases you like this—edging you to the brink of insanity—you can't even resent him because of how lovingly he looks at you every time he denies you release. as if the cruelty of his actions is grace of the highest form.

"please," you cry out hoarsely when he gets his tongue on you again—sucking, slurping, making a mess out of your already ruined cunt. "vernon, n-need to come..."

your boyfriend chuckles with every sniffle and sob that ransacks your body each time his tongue swipes across your puffy clit. your fingers are tangled in his hair, holding his head in place as his tongue laves at your folds. he even makes a show of groaning into your pussy—the vibrations driving your nerves alight with glee.

"i think i've loosened you up pretty good. don't you think so?" he murmurs the words along the supple flesh of your inner thighs, trailing featherlight kisses with each breath. "think you're ready for my cock?"

you whimper, blindly reaching for his arms to tug him up. he only relents because you just look so adorable when you're on the brink of the tears.

"nonnie," you mewl, fingers laced around the nape of his neck as you desperately press your mouth against your boyfriend's—rocking your sloppy, spit-laden cunt across his clothed crotch. "w-want you to split me open. please, please, i've been so good for you. just wanna come— wanna come so fucking bad on your cock."

another rush of tears spills from your eyes and vernon can only sigh when he feels the liquid stick to his own skin. if anyone else could see you right now—crying and babbling as you dry hump him out of sheet desperation—they'd never believe their eyes.

vernon the so-called under, reducing his pretty baby to tears as they beg him to make them come.

he gives you what you want in the end—your face smooshed into the pillows as your boyfriend brutally rams his thick cock into your slick walls. though his touch is always weighted with characteristic gentleness, not even vernon can hold up against the addicting feel of your pussy clamping down on him with each delicious thrust.

"you're close again." it's not a question. he's much too familiar with the way your walls sporadically tighten around him when you're nearing release. "do you want to come, love? i've been a little mean to you tonight, haven't i?"

your cries come out muffled and vernon nearly comes at the thought of you soaking the pillows with tears and saliva. vernon's grip on your ass goes tight as he swears under his breath—his strokes coming in deep and precise so he can pinpoint that spot that makes you cry out his name in the prettiest way possible.

"f-fuck!" you bleat the moment vernon flattens his chest across your back—thrusts unrelenting as his free hand finds your clit. "don't edge me anymore, nonnie. please, please, please. i'm going to go insane if i don't come this time. give it to me, i want it—want it so fucking bad—oh!"

he fucking loves it when you run your mouth in the midst of a lustful delirium. but it gives him an even bigger ego boost when he feels your pussy practically squeeze the cum out of him at the height of your orgasm.

as much as you hate being denied the apex of pleasure several times over, vernon is always right whenever he says edging will just make everything feel a hundred times better when you finally come.

the words still ring true now, eyes practically rolling to the back of your head as your brain melts into a puddle of nothingness. vernon's intense gaze is riveted on the absolutely fucked out look on your face and that's what drives him over the edge—stilling his erratic strokes in favor of dumping his load in your willing pussy with a long-winded groan.

"you're fucking insane," is the first thing you breathe out once your mind comes back online—flopping your back onto the mattress as you catch your breath. "i feel like i died and went to hell and back seven and a half times."

"seven and a half?" vernon remarks with an amused look—getting up to grab a washcloth from the en-suite.

"yeah, life's hell when your boyfriend has an edging kink." you pout and he simply laughs before emerging from the bathroom, sitting at the edge of the bed as he cleans you up.

"you can always try it on me if you want to get even," he suggests, but you shake your head vigorously at the notion.

"no thanks, i'm happy to get edged and manhandled by the same guy i boss around in front of his friends," you tell him with a playful tone.

vernon shakes his head before leaning closer to peck your lips—wondering how he got so lucky to have landed someone like you.

"whatever you say, my little masochist."

⟢ end notes: this has been sitting in my inbox for a while now and i decided to squander my time by answering it AHDJSJW i'm just a sucker for soft dom vernon ok...... i'd let him edge me for hours if he just smiles his little nonnie smile at me before making me suffer again <3

[ddejavvu]

Hii!!

The ani brain rot has a hold on me so bad I can stop thinking abt straddling a touch starved ani and teasing till he’s all hard and whiny

If you have the time to make a full fic based of this I’ll love you forever🩷🩷

oh i'm sorry, i don't take requests for full fics! i only take requests for blurbs, as longer fics are much more of a commitment and work best when they aren't forced.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

You're on top, but you're not enjoying the liberation that the position typically offers you. Instead of leaning back to enjoy the view of Anakin's sweat-glistening chest, heaving with shaky breaths as he tries keeping his hands off of his stiff cock, you're pressed to his front, held there by his greedy hands.

"Please," He begs, rutting his hard cock against your pelvis. You're clothed; that's part of the game, to see how long it takes before you give in. So far you haven't, and he's reduced to humping helplessly against the junction of your thighs that he can't fully access.

"Please, please-fuck," He pants, sweat-dewy face tucked into your neck as he grinds his cock harshly against you. It must hurt, he has to lift his hips even though you're straddling them, and his cock merely rubs against your clothed cunt, leaving sticky trails of precum that's oozing steadily from its red tip.

"I just- I want to be in you," He pleads, pressing his nose into your throat just as hard as he's rutting against you, "Please, I can't- I can't take it much longer, baby, please."

"Cum," You urge him softly, even though your face is tucked stiffly over his shoulder, held there by his muscled grip, "Cum, Ani, all over me, and then I'll let you inside."

"But- but I want to cum in you," His voice breaks, desperation seeping through its cracks, "Please- please, baby, please-"

"Ani," You croon, deceptively sweet, "I want you to cum just by rubbing yourself against me. If you don't think you can cum again when you're finally inside of me, then I won't bother letting you have me. But you will cum where I want you to."

"No, no, I can! I can," He cries, and if you had to guess you'd theorize that his pretty face is flushed and screwed-up as he tries finishing without your touch, or your cunt, "I can do it twice, I- I will do anything you ask, I swear. Just- let me in, please."

"Good," You coo, more of that sticky-sweet venom in your voice as you feel him speed up the thrusts that he's grinding against your clothed core, "Now, get yourself off, baby. Cum all over me - prove how much you need me, then you can have me."