#just mixing your pussy juice together deep inside each one of you

[gonzodangerfeels]

Crystal Red Serpent though

Oh right the moon though.

Time is a fascinating vector

smh

This shouldn't be retired. Soon if autocorrect doesn't work

[eelnoise]

head headcanons! (op x afab! reader)

ft: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Kid, and Law

NSFW headcanons, 18+ MDNI

it came to me in a dream things they do/like when giving and receiving :) cw: smut. rough oral occasionally.

Luffy:

giving:

The boy drools. Not even purposefully so, either. Just a glimpse at your glistening folds has him salivating just as he would at a feast. Will quite literally try to eat you like one, too. Should probably put a towel down, maybe.

Loves when you push his head into your pussy. He'll rub his whole face into you until he's covered in your juices, and will even pin your thighs back to do it himself if he's feeling impatient.

Absolutely gets off on tongue fucking you. He loves it when you whine and wail when he stretches it wide within you, curling and twisting it in ways that make your toes curl and your hips twitch uncontrollably.

receiving:

Still a drooler. Though with more intention. Will let himself drool down his chin and onto your forehead, cheeks, lips, and his own cock. Loves watching the saliva mix together with his precum while his cock disappears inside of your mouth over and over.

He's a throat fucker. Don't be surprised when he grabs hold of your head tightly to rut as deep into your throat as he can go.

Could cum from hearing you choke on his cock. Stretches his cock out on your tongue just to hear you gag.

Zoro:

giving:

A spitter. Will spit on your clit, your thighs, into your hole, anywhere he wants. Loves it messy when he devours you, expect a lot of slurping and noisy sucking.

Actually will make out with your pussy. Loves kissing it, sliding his tongue between your folds to lap and suck at your clit before going back to trailing wet tongue kisses up and down your slit.

Possessive af and doesn't hesitate to hold you down so he can eat as he pleases. Holds your legs down or your thighs back so you're always open and dripping and ready for him.

receiving:

Will grab your head to keep it steady, but also loves to dig his fingers into your scalp to help you take as much of him down your throat as possible.

Wants it as wet and messy as possible. Can't get enough of the squelching sounds you make as your saliva drips from your mouth and down his cock until it pools around the base.

A dick slapper. Wants to smear his precum and your spit all around your face with the tip of his cock before slapping you with it. Each cheek, against your lips, on your tongue, he's doing it everywhere he can.

Sanji:

giving:

The man is a sniffer. Loves your natural scent and honestly could be content with just that, but what good is he as a chef if he doesn't taste the meal given so freely to him?

Absolutely savors you. Long, slow licks up and down your sex, sliding his tongue between your folds, sometimes even into you. Moans and whines face first into you, matching your own cries of pleasure with his own, eyes glazed over with love for you as he watches your face twist and contort in bliss.

Worships your pussy for so long and so well that he cums untouched - soaking the sheets even more with a whimper of your name against your clit.

receiving:

LOVES BEING TEASED. Goes crazy when you flick your tongue against his frenulum. Whimpers and whines until tears collect in his eyes, and when you finally take him into your mouth he's already about to cum.

Somewhat shy with what he wants. Really likes his balls sucked but won't outright tell you until you figure it out yourself one day. Now you do it every single time, entranced in the mess he becomes when you lick and suck at them.

Loves when you swallow his cum and show him the evidence. Activates some dominant, primal side of him that he can only channel into when you happily gulp down what he has to give you. You're not about to waste food when you're on his watch.

Kid:

giving:

A pussy slapper. Won't hesitate at all to smack your clit - especially if you try to weasel away from him. He'll just hold you down and give you the punishment he deems that you deserve.

Sucker. Will suck hard on any piece of you his mouth can reach - your pussy lips, clit, inner thighs, whatever. Expect to ache after he's through with you.

Can't resist splitting you open with one (or two) large metal fingers. Will chuckle darkly each time the shock of the cool metal thats suddenly knuckles deep inside of you makes you wail out and clutch his red, messy hair between your fingers.

receiving:

Loves when you have a vibrator (preferably one that he's made himself and can control with a remote) inside of you while you suck him off. Will tease you each time he turns the vibration to max, loving the way you swallow down muffled cries with his cock stuffing your cheeks full.

Another throat fucker, though he's mean about it. Doesn't care if you gag or heave around him. He knows his size and knows when you can't possibly take any more of his length, and will relentlessly thrust down your throat until the sounds of his saliva-soaked balls hitting your chin echo in the room.

Impatient, and doesn't put up with any teasing. Will push your head down further and further until he's happy with the depth you're taking him at. Won't think twice about gripping your hair and tugging it up and down his length at a pace he sees fit to keep you at.

Law:

giving:

His long, deft fingers carry his lack of pussy eating skills. Knows how to use them and use them well - curling two or three deep inside of you to rub against the spot that makes your hips twitch and clasp fists into the bedsheets while he circles the pad of this thumb onto your clit. Will make you lick his fingers clean afterward.

Edger. Loves to see you desperate and dripping. Will bring you right to the point of ecstasy to just pull you back to earth. Only gives in when he thinks you've had enough, and that amount varies each time.

Gets a HUGE ego boost by making you cum. The man's mood increases tenfold, if even for a few minutes. Uses the boost in motivation to rail and ruin you with his cock afterward.

receiving:

Also loves hearing you choke and gag around him. Each heave of your chest makes him groan and tense in pleasure just by knowing that it's his cock that's forcing this reaction.

Will pull your hair and pull it hard. The muffled cry of pain and pleasure that vibrates his dick in your mouth fuels his insatiable need to keep you tethered to him. Will only release his harsh grip when he cums deep down your throat.

Really gets off on ball-sucking. Wants to see them pressed against your face as your blown wide and cock-drunk pupils peer up at him. Jerks himself off while you lap and suckle, to eventually pull you away so he can paint your face in his cum.

[libbybee]

TAKEN TO THE HILT — AA

◜pairing: astarion ⨯ fem!reader ◜rating: MDNI 18+ ┊ wc: 0.6K ◜cw: vampire ascendant, predator/prey, piv, rough vaginal sex, bite kink, bodily fluids, masochism, slaps, dirty talk, marking, overstimulation.

▹ summary. “you know you’re the only one i’ll ever have like this,” he snarled roughly, breath ragged. “this cunt exists to be fucked, marked, and claimed by me. no one else could ever do this to you.”

A/N. english isn't my native language, sorry if there are grammar mistakes.

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Your ass slammed back to collide with his hips, skin grinding together, damp with sweat and layers of his semen, which had already marked you inside and out. Each brutal thrust buried him deeper; the stretch was almost unbearable, but you craved it. Every savage inch filling you right to his base was a torment you wanted to last forever. Your pussy throbbed around him, aching with need as he pounded into your cervix relentlessly, your womb aching for every hard push deeper and driving you to the edge just to pull back again.

Astarion was feral, a twisted predator claiming his prey. His nails dug mercilessly into your hips, dragging and tugging, leaving fiery, reddened marks with every drag until he felt certain you'd wear them for days. His crimson eyes glowed in the dim light, more dangerous than ever as he stared at you, thirsty, his hunger overtaking him. The scent of your arousal was intoxicating to his senses, so rich in the air that he could taste it—a dizzying mix of your lust and his own. He could smell it on your skin and feel it in the way you squirmed beneath him and how your pussy was drooling for him. It drove him wild, more insatiable than ever. He couldn’t get enough of you—he needed more; every sharp slap on your ass was a reminder of his claim, evident not just in his hands and words but in the ferociously, almost animalistic way he rutted into you to fuck.

Your cunt was shamelessly dripping, impossibly wet with a sticky mix of your own juices and his, spilling and slicking down your thighs. Every time his balls slammed against your puffy clit, another obscene squelch echoed through the room. The sound was enough to make you flush and mewl, as it was another reminder of how fucked you were and how much you needed him. A deep growl rumbled in his chest as he leaned in close, his lips and breath hot against your ear. “You know you’re the only one I’ll ever have like this,” he snarled roughly, breath ragged. “This cunt exists to be fucked, marked, and claimed by me. No one else could ever do this to you.”

The words, the cold intensity in his voice, sent your head spinning, your entire body shaking. You could barely form a sentence, your lips trembling, every nerve alight as you choked out your own needy words. “I'm yours… All of me belongs to you, Astarion… my pussy, my body, everything…” It was a desperate confession, a cried plea broken by your own gasps and whimpers. Your fingers gripped the sheets tightly, digging your nails into the fabric as he ravaged you, finding your neck with his mouth to trace hungry slides with his tongue along your skin.

He didn't just kiss you—he bit you. His fangs sank deep into the soft curve of your neck, a sharp, cruel bite that made you cry out and writhe beneath him while your legs opened wider for him. It was a claim, an undeniable mark of ownership, and his teeth scraped against your flesh as he fed on the moment. The sharp sting of his bite sent a wave of heat flooding through your entire body, mixing with the pleasure he forcefully made your pussy receive and making your walls contract around him.

Each savage thrust pulled a new sound from your lips, each movement sending you higher. His weight pressed you into the bed, pinning you down, and you could feel how crudely his cock effortlessly slid in and out from your aching walls. Harder, faster, and punishing—the wet, obscene sound of his cock slamming into your drenched cunt echoed through the room just like your desperate cries of pain and pleasure. The heat between you was maddening; the way his hums of delight vibrated through your skin, making your body throb with need. You were his, completely. Every shudder, every desperate cry, every tremble was a tribute to him as he fucked you with the kind of ferocity that left you broken and begging for more.

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[infi8ity]

nsfw. | MDI.

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NANAMI KENTO WOULD LEAVE HIS WIFE FOR YOU. a truth that crystallized with an intoxicating certainty after a week of nights spent watching your set at the gentleman’s club.

always front and center, whiskey in hand, suit undone, he lounged with his arms draped over the plush velvet red sofa he paid a hefty sum for each night—just to throw you quadruple that on to the stage. if it weren’t for his old lady at home, he would empty his wallet at your feet without a second thought.

after late nights at the office on a business trip miles from home, he could never forget how he had stumbled across club and caught a glimpse of the flashing marquee: “dirty diana.” your name alone sent a thrill throughout him, pulling him in like a moth to a flame.

one glimpse turned into a nightly ritual, each visit an escape from the job slowly eating him alive and failing marriage quickly driving him to insanity. each moment with you a tantalizing promise he couldn't resist. each gaze shared, full of lust and curiosity— intensified his temptation of infidelity.

he could do nothing as he was sucked deeper into a world where all he could think about was you.

you moved under the dim LED lights with a sultry confidence that captivated him completely, each sway of your body around the steel iron pole a siren’s call that lured him further away from his faithfulness. as you danced, every movement seemed to whisper promises he longed to fulfill. a sea of men came to watch your performance every night, but your gaze only found him.

and with that— he knew nothing about you, only that he needed you.

he needed you so badly that the moment you approached him after your fifth set of the week to thank him for his generosity and support, all of his morals shattered in an instant.

he needed you so badly that it took every ounce of restraint not to cum in his pants the moment he heard you speak for the first time—your voice a sultry melody that wrapped around him like a warm embrace. he needed you so badly that within an hour of meeting and sharing a few drinks with you, he was driving you back with him to the penthouse suite of his hotel down the road. he needed you so badly, that he didn't dare feel an ounce of shame when binding your hands together above your head with the tie that his wife gifted him last christmas.

he needed you so badly, that he didn't even have the decency to remove the silver wedding band on his left index finger as he palmed your beautiful tits in between his fingers or as you sucked your own juices clean from his digits.

how could he feel like a horrible person for cheating when your pussy felt as if it were made for him? when your sighs were delicate and pretty, and the way you looked at him beneath your lashes made him forget every worry and trouble he’d ever faced.

with his dick buried deep inside of you, he was lost in a world where guilt didn’t exist.

his wife never fucked him like this. her arch wasn’t as deep as yours… she never drained his cock dry, nor has she ever deep throated his length with such soft and pretty lips. hell she wasn’t even as beautiful as you.

overall, she just wasn’t you.

as you clenched tightly around his dick, your cunt slick with a mix of your climaxes, nanami decided that if he were to die in this very moment, he would die the happiest man on earth.

you knew he was married. you had seen the ring. the way he discarded his phone without a care in the world every time her name flashed across his screen. but you didn’t care. you had never done this before and you should have felt shitty but with every thrust into you, his chants of leaving his wife for you had your orgasm soon crashing over you. voices filling the room, a symphony of praises for each other. he whispers sweet promises of giving you the world.

you’d never have to dance again. at that revelation, you put your all in to satisfying him and he could not get enough of you.

nanami wanted to fuck you for the rest of his life. he wanted to gaze in to those beautiful eyes for all of eternity. dawn broke over the penthouse after countless rounds, and whilst bending you over against the kitchen island and pounding into your sore pussy relentlessly; it was you he let you break the news his wife. in response to her ten missed calls and 17 unanswered messages— under his instruction, you texted her four simple words.

"I want a divorce."

for hours following, he continued to have his way with you, his only regard for you as the new mrs.kento.

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[kyokopi]

Piwon’s reaction to reader squirting Hyungline+Intak

Warnings:SQUIRTING, Backshots, Inprotected sex (WRAP IT UP THIS IS FICTION)Oral sex- Reader Receiving, Fingering, Overstimulation, Pet names (baby&princess) creampie,fem anatomy, daddy kink, biting,strength kink and dirty talk.

Authors note! My first smut in years!! >_< I got a little carried away with some of them so enjoy I tried to get all the mistakes but there might be some left ENJOY also MDNI!!

Keeho

You’re face down on the mattress knees spread apart while Keeho has one hand on your hips and another pinching and squeezing on your ass. Keeho watching as it recoils with each stroke. both of your gasps and moans fill the air mixing with the wet sounds of Keeho’s thrusts.

“Steph just like that oh my g-god I’m gonna cum” you choke out using your elbows to help leverage yourself as you push your hips to meet his thrusts.

“That's right baby don’t run- Oh shit”

With a choked-out moan your body stills Keeho pulling out last second leaning back before pumping his length as you squirt onto his dick and upper thighs. He pushes you onto your back landing open-mouth kisses on your cheeks. he laughs softly between kisses

“fuck…you pushed me out”

he rubs his tip around your clit collecting more essence before pushing back into you with a deep groan.

Theo

papers fall from the desk table top while you try to keep as much composure as possible with Choi Taeyang between your legs. With one leg on his shoulder, Taeyang holding the other up by your thigh with one hand the other hand preoccupied with pumping three fingers in your sobbing hole clenching and unclenching. Legs starting to close as Taeyang takes an extra long swipe from the entrance to the clit with his tongue. you grab his hair making him look in your eyes with hair wet from sweat sticking to his forehead.

“yangie It's too much oh my god”

you throw your head back releasing a pitchy moan.

Taeyang lifts his lips from your bud with a pop turning to suck hickies onto the inside of your thighs taking his hand from your entrance and massaging your clit more.

“Don't worry princess I got you”

He leans down and licks another stripe this time from your clit to the entrance.

You take a hand from his hair and cover your mouth as tears of pleasure stream down your face. looking into his eyes one last time before you release on his tongue squeezing your thighs around his head.

Before you get the chance to come down from your high Taeyang leans up to your ear.

“think you can do that again princess?”

Jiung

Sweaty foreheads together Jiung has your knees pinned to your chest his pants pooled around his ankles your skirt hiked up with your top unbuttoned revealing your lace bra. Jiung gropes your breast through the top while steadily pumping his member into your wet heat dragging out until only his tip is inside before thrusting back in.

“fuck it’s like you’re sucking me in”

Jiung groans into your shoulder and thrusts getting deeper as the wet slaps bounce off the walls. With each thrust, you get pushed closer and closer to the edge. You grab his hair and lean close to his ears.

“cum in this pussy daddy I’m so close”

Jiung speeds up his pace now making half strokes reaching a hand down to massage your clit. Jiung lets out a choked moan before stilling inside. You can feel his cum pulse into you no longer holding it in you squeeze his shoulders as you release around him with a gasp-turned moan. Jiung pulls out leaning back to watch your juices spray out mixed with his seed.

“You’re so amazing”

he huffs out using his fingers to pump more of his seed back inside.

Intak

Intak hooks his arms under your thighs lifting your hips to hover over his, chests facing each other.

Intak shooshes you as he lowers you onto his twitching cock.

“It’s okay you’re doing so well”

you lay your head on his shoulder hearing Intak letting out a prolonged groan as he bottoms out, cock hitting the deepest crevices inside you.

“That’s my good girl so wet for me”

You look up from his shoulder noticing his head leaned back mouth open letting out soft sighs or moans every few seconds with his eyes squeezed shut.

Intak’s blissful state causing a whine to escape your throat each thrust pushing you to the edge making you clench around him.

“Baby if you keep doing that I won’t last oh my- Fuck”

Hands gripping your ass he picks up the pace holding you in place planting his feet onto the mattress and thrusting up.

You grip onto his arms rubbing down feeling his veins bulge just like they do after gets out of the gym finally your breaking point.

“daddy fuck i’m cumming!”

the moment you squeak that out he lifts you up one last time as your juices spray out over his swollen cock with a moan broken up by his soft laugh being mixed with your heavy breathing. Intak sets you on his lap and wraps one of his hands around his cock thrusting into his fists. You begin to lay kisses across his collar bone deciding to bite his shoulder lightly pushing him over the edge after a couple of thrust releasing ribbons of his cum on your ass.

“you’re so good to me y/n”

[cntloup]

18+ MDNI UndergroundBoxer!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader teasing, rough sex, manhandling, slight choking, creampie, one spank, breeding kink

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

(can be read as a one-shot)

moodboard | face

“Do you forgive me now?” “I guess so. But let’s see what else you can do.” you reply, panting and grinning with delight after your intense orgasm, making him chuckle, his chest rumbling against yours and he lowers his head to start kissing your lips again, pouring every ounce of his love and devotion for you into the kiss.

He pulls away to discard his pants and boxers letting his hard cock spring out, making you lick your lips as you start drooling at the mere sight of him.  

He crawls on top of you again, kissing you gently as he lines himself up between your legs. He slides the tip along your folds teasingly before slowly pushing inside, making you whimper and himself groan quietly. He starts pushing deeper and deeper, his thick shaft stretching out your sweet little cunt so far, it stings at first and he lets out a grunt "Fuck, baby! You're swallowing me whole." as he bottoms out and a gasp escapes your mouth as you feel so full, digging your nails into his back.

He looks into your eyes and starts moving after you nod. He captures your lips with his as he steadily pulls out and pushes himself inside again, dragging his length against your walls as you mewl under him. “Fuck! So tight f’me.” He mutters as he starts rolling his hips into yours.

He slowly moves his hands to the back of your knees pushing them up and propping your legs on his shoulders, gaining better access to your soaking wet cunt. He takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together while caressing the soft skin of your thigh with the other.

He begins to pick up the pace gradually, his fat veiny cock sliding up and down your gummy walls, his tip hitting your sweet spot every time he thrusts into your tight seeping pussy hard and deep. "So... fuckin'... good... f'me... my... pretty... girl." he praises in between thrusts, moaning and groaning into your ear. One hand still holding yours as the other one travels along your body and finds your sensitive puffy clit, rubbing his calloused fingertips gently on your bundle of nerves, swallowing your soft whimpers with each kiss.

You start moving your hips to his rhythm, meeting him halfway. He throws his head back in pleasure at the feeling of your walls wrapped around him as he lets out a guttural moan and you sob “FUCK! Simon, yess yesss, right there! Ahhh…”. He pants and grunts softly into your ear as he buries his head into the crook of your neck while pumping his thick length into your tight pussy vigorously, heavy balls slamming onto your ass, loud moans and whimpers escaping your lips. "Fe-feels s-so g-good, Si!" you cry out as your nails scratch up and down his back, leaving red marks.

He brings one hand to your neck, carefully closing around it, squeezing just enough to make you dizzy. You wrap your much smaller hand around his wrist to guide him on the amount of pressure he puts on your throat.

He’s ramming his fat cock into your wet needy cunt mercilessly, bringing you both closer to the edge. “Fuck! Gonna fill you up. Full of my cum. You want that. Huh?!” he grunts out. You hum in response, mind hazy. “I’m c-close.” you manage to get out the words in between mewls and squeals. “Let go, love. Cum for me.” he coos, his soft words in contrast to his harsh movements. You grasp his biceps tightly, your pussy cramping around him as you cum around his cock, legs trembling, “SIMON!” you scream out and a string of curses leave his mouth as he reaches his own high with a loud deep groan. You feel the warmth as he releases his cum inside you, painting your walls white. A mix of both your juices seeping out of your pussy.

He doesn’t stop moving, still pumping his load deeper inside your swollen red cunt. You start whining into his ear “Ple- please, Si! ‘s to- too much!” you hiccup. “No, love. Shouldn’t waste it. Gonna make you a mama! Huh? You like that, yea?” he croons and you let out a high-pitched moan at his words “Yess!”.

His dick is still hard as he starts moving again, slamming his girthy meaty cock into your poor puffy pussy. You can’t stop your hiccuped whimpers and whines since you’re overstimulated but you still want more. “More, Si!” “You want more? I’ll give you more.” He groans as he suddenly slams into you harshly, causing a loud gasp to fall from your lips. He continues his rapid thrusts into your tight cunt, ignoring your pleas as you beg him to stop also beg him to make you cum again.

He unexpectedly pulls out, making you whine at the sudden loss, leaving you feeling empty. He flips you onto your stomach, raises your hips and his hand slides down your back, making it arch for him, ass up presented to him as he stares at your shiny puffy pussy. He kicks your legs apart and slams his cock into you without warning, making you let out a loud cry.

He continues his relentless thrusts into your sensitive cunt, his hands grasping your hips bruisingly, hefty balls hitting your clit every time he buries himself inside you to the hilt, pumping into your wet needy pussy repeatedly and rapidly. He spanks your ass as you whine and squeal pathetically, drooling on the pillows. You can feel the heat pooling up inside your belly, clenching down on him and he's right there with you as he chases his own release. You let a deep moan seep out, your voice hoarse from making too much sound, as you cum around him again, body shaking with intense pleasure, mouth agape, a silent scream forming on your lips and he follows right after as he slams into your swollen red pussy one last time and releases his load inside you again, a low growl escaping his lips, head thrown back, panting heavily, lost in a state of post-climactic euphoria.

He leans onto your back in exhaustion. "You did so well, lovie. Proud of you." he coos as he peppers soft loving kisses on your back and shoulders, slowly pulling out and gently laying you down on your side before flopping down on the bed beside you and taking you into his arms, placing your head on his chest. “So? You forgive me now?” he questions once more as you’re in your fucked out state. He literally fucked your brains out. “Yea, I forgive you.” you mumble sleepily with a mindless smile on your face and your brain foggy. He chuckles “Good.” as he places a tender kiss on your lips “I love you.” “I love you too, Si.” you whisper as you drift away into a slumber.

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥ 

[socialistmary]

Pairing: Reader x Joel Miller

Warning: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, smut with very little plot, age gap (Joel's in his 50s & Reader's in her late 20s), cheating, delicious catholic guilt, afab!reader, pet names (no use of Y/N), no outbreak!AU, unprotected sex (no one said adults are responsible, but you should be), p in v steamy car sex, bit of angst?, very minimally proofread, sorry about that bby

Summary: fun times after Sunday service, forgive me mum, pastor Craig (😉);

Word count: 2.2k

Author's Note: this is part of my 'Devil on my back' series, where lovely Reader is a lonely little married Christian woman; not really sure where this sits on the timeline yet, will see when more parts come out. 👁️👄👁️🌸✨ in the meantime, lemme know what you think and if there's anything you'd like to see in this series (or outside of it), i am very easily influenced

That dainty golden cross nestled just over your cleavage sparkled and shone in the sun, almost blinding Joel with every thrust upwards into your wet pussy, squelching sounds of your bodies meshing together, filthy and delicious, almost enough to drive him over the edge.

He wasn’t entirely sure how you got here today, in the back of his truck after a particularly boring Sunday service, tits spilled out of your dress, panties pushed to the side as you grind deeper onto his cock, mouth slack and eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, riding him for all he’s got. Christ, he hadn’t been to church in ages.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, he thought, reaching out to take a pebbled nipple into his mouth, and relishing in the way you arched your back into him, leaning further into his touch. Just last night he’d decided to take a break from you and your good girl charms, finding it increasingly difficult to justify all the attention he’d been giving you.

“Joel,” he heard you whisper in your raspy, fucked out voice, followed by a loud squeal as his palm came down with a loud SMACK! on your right ass cheek, thick fingers digging into the skin hard enough to feel but not hard enough to leave bruises Dax might question later at home.

You felt him shift underneath you, feet planted firmly on the floor of his truck, left hand moving up to the grab handle, mouth releasing your nipple with a pop and a string of saliva, the sight of which had your face blushing and your pussy throbbing around his cock.

“Hold on, baby,” you heard him say, and before you could think about it, Joel was slamming himself into you, hard and deep, cock barely out of your pussy with each thrust, hips rolling into yours at an angle that had you screaming with white-hot pleasure. He smiled up at you, brown eyes half-lidded and pupils blown, still thrusting with unrelenting fervour. He groaned and sucked a breath of air into his mouth as he felt your wet pussy contracting around him, juices dripping further down, mixing into his pubic hair and making for a downright pornographic image he was sure to file away in the dark corners of his mind and remember for a long time.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he coaxed, hand leaving its place on your hip to brush the hair off your wet and sticky forehead. You didn’t even realise your eyes were so tightly closed until you opened them, glancing down to see Joel looking better than you’ve ever seen him, hair dishevelled and tanned skin glistening with sweat. “Good girl, that’s it,” he whispered, voice roughed up, eyes cloudy and glossed over with desire.

You were the picture-perfect modern Stepford wife as you stepped into church that Sunday morning, hair done up, modest summer dress chosen for the occasion, and golden cross resting daintily on your chest. A far cry from the scene Joel had in front of him now, and which made his insides swell with pride at being the one who gets to ruin you this way. His good little Christian girl, a drooling, moaning mess on top of him. Joel groaned, strong arms digging into your middle to bring you even closer, face pressing in the curves of your breasts, peppering soft kisses over your burning skin. You still smelled faintly of the coffee you had that morning, and the sweet and tangy blueberry muffins you had baked for church. Soothing and smooth, and so fucking tempting at the same time.  

He could feel you were close, pussy clenching around his cock, moans getting more breathless and needier with each hard thrust.

“Joel…” he heard you say again in a heady voice, heavy with desire, that he’d never heard from you before. It made him want to lose control, to grab you by the meat of your hips and fuck you into oblivion, until you only remembered his name. Somehow, surprising himself, he managed to slow down, smiling when he heard you whine softly in disapproval. “Please…”

“‘Please’ what, darlin’? Use your words, pretty girl,” he teased in a slightly condescending tone, rolling his hips slowly and deeply into yours, thick cock brushing that soft spongy area inside you with every thrust, leaving you unable to form words coherently. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, greedily drinking in the smell of your skin, sun lotion and blueberry muffins, with a thick layer of just the most unbiblical sex, that selfishly made him hope Dax would happen about to see what’s going on.

But this really wasn’t supposed to happen. He’d really promised himself last night that he’d stay off you in some way, try to see you a little less often, leave for work only after you finished your daily morning coffee on the porch – hell, anything – just to get this sweet cunt and angel face out of his head, and get one good night’s sleep. Wasn’t really helping how you had also started to seep into his waking thoughts with your clothes on, and in really mundane scenarios too. Most of all, he found he really wished you spent the night in his arms sometimes.

“Please make me cum, Joel.”

That was all he needed to hear. He grabbed your thighs with both hands and shifted slightly upwards to get in a steadier position, not missing the way your face scrunched up in the cutest way at the feeling of his cock dragging inside your sopping pussy. You were a sight, skin flushed red, lips puffy and swollen, and your up-do now sprawled across your shoulders, golden cross stuck to the warm skin of your neck in an upwards position that made all of this just so ironic. He swallowed hard before looking deeply into eyes and rising a warm hand to your face, which you leaned onto in such a familiar way, a thousand tiny aches filled his lower belly, travelling up.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as Joel’s thumb travelled lightly across your cheek, moving towards your mouth and across your bottom lip, sending a wave of warmth through your body. You lean further in, breath mingling with his, air charged with electricity.

When your lips finally meet, your kiss is slower, more tender than either of you expected, seemingly a dance of vulnerability and desire. Joel’s lips are gentle yet possessive, exploring yours with a deepening hunger that mirrors your own longing for him.

Your fingers find their way to the back of his neck, grabbing into his hair and pulling him closer, your body instinctively pressing further against his, all this friction eliciting a load groan from each of you. Joel left hand grabs your thigh roughly, causing a new hot flash of arousal to flow through your core, his other hand interrupting your kiss. He doesn’t have to say anything before you take his thumb into your mouth, sucking softly and running your tongue around it, looking into his eyes with that fucked-out look you know he loves.

You release his thumb with a pop! and lick your lips at the loss, savouring the way he’s looking at you right now, like you’re some sort of goddess, intense and unwavering, with a sense of awe, reverence, and a hint of uncertainty.

Joel can barely control himself from snapping his hips into yours and taking you fast and hard across your threshold. Instead, he gazed into your eyes more lovingly than you ever remember him doing and placed a strong hand flat across your chest, gently lowering you back until your shoulders are pressed to the driver’s seat. One knee on each side of him, you watch Joel suck in a sharp breath. This new angle, dress ridden up above your hips to give him a better view of your glistening pussy, fat cock inside and stretching you out, the head of it nudging that soft spongy place inside of you that makes you see stars, and he can tell.

“Joel, I can’t –“

“Shh…” he cuts you off with a gentle whisper. “Have I ever left you hanging, darlin’?” he starts rolling his hips into your own, smiling to himself, seeing your eyes defocus and your pouty lips form a most delicious “o”. Your moans are sweet and quiet, always trying to keep the volume down when he fucks you somewhere outside. So considerate, he thinks to himself, running his tongue over the same thumb that was just in your mouth, before bringing it down where your bodies meet and running slow, tight circles around your clit, all the while starting to pump his cock in and out of your sopping hole.

By this point, you’re a heady, moaning mess on top of him, skin sleek and shiny with sweat, face beautifully contorted in pleasure, your fingers pressing against your lips in a self-soothing, agonizingly charming little gesture. Joel can feel your cunt tightening around him with every push upwards, and waves of arousal pooling out of you to coat his cock with every stroke downwards.

He knows you’re close, he can feel you starting to grind a little harder into him, mouth open and panting, your tits bouncing slightly in his dazed face as you mindlessly try to chase your orgasm. He’ll help you through, and he’ll help himself too. Joel grabs your hips hard, lifting you off his cock and dragging you back down with ardour, revelling in your loud, breathless moans and the way your pussy has him in a vice-like grip, sucking him back in, dripping and squelching with your cum as you let him fuck into you like a man starved.

“FUCK, Joel!” you cry out in a hushed whisper, feeling that coil inside you snap and your insides pulsing around his cock. You stand up a little straighter with him still inside and grab his face with both hands to kiss him deeply, taking control of all movement between the two of you. Too surprised to fight back for it, Joel leans into your kiss, hands kneading the soft skin of your hips, fingers digging in firmly, no longer that worried about leaving visible marks.

You smile sweetly against his soft lips and Joel could swear he felt his hear skip a beat. The tenderness of your touch, the warmth of your embrace, this is why he can’t stay away from you. Joel moans a little louder when you start grinding down on him in a particularly delicious way, hands flying from your hips to your tits, kneading and pinching and alternating wet kisses between your hardened nipples. “Just like that, baby – fuck,” he pants, going to loudly slap both your ass cheeks, fingertips grabbing firmly to spread you even further apart on his cock. He loses it when he feels your warm breath on the shell of his ear, softly moaning, coming undone on top of him. Joel snaps his hips upwards, thrusting in and out of you at a pace you’re somehow always surprised by, his face buried in your neck, showering you with sloppy open mouthed kisses, nibbling the little golden necklace and feeling sinfully proud of himself.

You can feel his movements becoming more erratic underneath you, hips snapping up hard, fast, and haphazardly to meet yours. “Fuck, sweetheart, always takin’ me so well,” Joel groans breathlessly, thrusting his hips upwards a few more times, before his hot, sticky cum is filling your pussy, some of it spilling out and around his cock. A minute later, when he feels your soft arms going around him in an embrace, nimble fingers playing through his wet and sticky hair, he lifts his face towards yours to capture your lips in a gentle kiss.

***

The air inside Joel’s truck was heavy with the remnants of your hot, steamy fucking, alongside a thick atmosphere of unspoken feelings that never seemed to weigh as much as it did now. You and Joel sat side by side, still catching your breaths and trying to regain your composure.

Your heart felt like a battlefield, torn between the exhilaration you felt with Joel and the deep guilt and shame you felt for betraying your wedding vows and Dax. Oh, Dax, you worried, hand going automatically to smooth down your hair and dress. You knew this couldn’t continue and yet you somehow always ended up in the same place, not even sure exactly what triggered all these intimate moments between you.

Joel swallowed hard. He could tell you were just running around in your brain guilt tripping yourself over what had happened yet again, and he remembered with a sigh this was one of the reasons he’d decided to get out of your way initially. And no matter how hard he tried to resist, he found himself drawn back to you every time. Your entire being was intoxicating to him, and as much as he tried to be the voice of reason and protect you from the consequences of your actions, he couldn’t that easily deny his own desire and longing for you.

You broke the silence first, voice trembling slightly as you spoke. “I should go,” you said, eyes turning towards Joel’s, searching for some form of reassurance.

He nodded, knuckles turning white from the grip he had on the steering wheel. “Yeah, you should,” he replied softly, hoping either one of you would gather the strength to walk out first and stay the hell out of the other’s way.

[serenityandquiet]

Dreamland Delights

Mature content, please read your own advice.

I was putting the last box away in the storage and sighed. After 6 months of unpacking, I finally could unpack everything in our townhouse. I felt you come up behind me, and you grabbed my hips. "That was the last box, my king." I said, turning to you, your hands fell onto my ass, and my hands were placed on your broad shoulders. "I feel like we need to celebrate." I added pressing my body closer to you, feeling your hardness through your pants. I felt your hand groping my soft ass, tugging at my sundress before making it up to my belly, grabbing onto the bottom part of my belly. "I can name one thing," you said before pulling me into a kiss. While making out, you guide me into our bedroom. We broke away for a second just to crawl onto the bed. 

Once we got into bed, you got on top of me and then continued to kiss me. Our kiss was rough and full of the need to breed. You push my sundress up to expose my cow-printed thong. "My little cow always looks so cute in her cow lingerie; you must have known I was going to look at some point." you said kissing my cheek, your stubble rubbing against me, making me giggle. "It's not the only thing that is cow print." 

With a hungry growl, you ripped the sundress from my body, leaving me in just my cow-print thong and matching bra. Your eyes darkened with lust as you took in the sight of my nakedness. You traced your calloused fingers along the edges of my lingerie, teasing the sensitive skin of my stomach, sending shivers down my spine. "Fuck, you're so beautiful," you whispered before leaning in to kiss me again, this time with more urgency.

Our mouths collided, tongues dancing together in a passionate tango as you reached around to unhook my bra. It fell away, revealing my breasts, my nipples already hard with anticipation. You took one in your mouth, sucking and nipping at it gently, eliciting a gasp from me. Your hand cupped the other, squeezing and rolling the peak between your thumb and forefinger. The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of pleasure that made my toes curl and my pussy throb.

I reached down and slid my hand into your pants, wrapping my fingers around your thick, hot cock. You groaned into my neck as I began to stroke you, feeling the veins pulse beneath my touch. The fabric of my thong was already soaked with my juices, and as you felt how wet I was, you bit down gently on my earlobe. "I want you," you growled, your voice a deep rumble that sent shockwaves through my core. "I need to taste you."

With that, you pushed aside my thong and slid two fingers inside me. I moaned as you curled them, hitting that spot that made me see stars. Your other hand reached up to pinch and tug at my nipples, the combination of pleasure and pain making me squirm beneath you. I could feel your cock, now free from the confines of your pants, nudging against my entrance, eager to claim what was yours.

You pulled your fingers out, coated in my slick arousal, and brought them to my mouth. "Taste how much you want me," you ordered, and I obeyed, sucking greedily. Your flavor was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and power. The way you watched me, with such possessive hunger, made me want to submit fully to you.

With a wicked smirk, you grabbed the hem of my thong and pulled it down my legs, tossing it aside. I was now bare before you, my pussy glistening with need. You spread my legs wide, kneeling between them, and lowered your mouth to my dripping center. The first touch of your tongue sent a bolt of pleasure straight to my core. You licked and probed, feasting on me as if I were the most delicious meal you'd ever tasted. I gripped the bedsheets, my hips bucking up to meet each swipe of your tongue.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned, my voice hoarse with desire. Your mouth was a masterpiece of sensation, every movement a stroke of genius. You lapped at my clit, swirling and flicking it with the tip of your tongue until I was panting and begging for more. You chuckled darkly, the vibration sending tremors through my body. "You're so eager, my little cow," you murmured against my sensitive flesh.

With a wicked glint in your eye, you slid two fingers back inside me, curling them in that perfect way that made me want to scream your name. You bred me with them, your thumb rubbing my clit in time with the thrusts. My legs wrapped around your neck, pulling you closer, needing more of your touch. "Don't stop," I pleaded, my voice a desperate whine. "I won't," you promised, your breath hot against my skin.

As you continued to devour me, your other hand reached up to play with my breasts, twisting and pinching my nipples until they were stiff peaks. The pleasure was unbearable, the friction of your thumb against my clit driving me closer and closer to the edge. "I'm going to come," I moaned, my body tightening around your fingers. And then, with a cry of ecstasy, I did, my pussy spasming and clenching as I rode the waves of my orgasm.

But you weren't done with me yet. You stood up, your cock standing tall and proud, glistening with pre-cum. "It's my turn now," you said, your voice low and demanding. I eagerly took you in my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head, tasting your saltiness. You groaned in pleasure, your hand tangling in my hair as you guided my movements. I took you deeper, feeling the muscles in my throat constrict around your girth, my eyes watering slightly.

The way you watched me, the way your body tensed with each stroke of my tongue, was intoxicating. You pulled me off with a pop, and before I could protest, you flipped me over onto my stomach. "Spread those legs," you instructed, and I obeyed, my ass in the air. You palmed my cheeks, spreading them apart, exposing my soaking wet pussy to the cool air. "So fucking pretty," you murmured, and then you were pushing into me, your cock stretching me open, filling me completely.

I moaned into the pillow, my eyes squeezed shut as you began to breed me hard from behind. Your grip on my hips was tight, almost bruising, but it only added to the intense pleasure coursing through my body. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, a rhythmic symphony of desire. Your balls slapped against my clit with each thrust, sending sparks of pleasure up my spine. "Oh god," I whimpered, my voice muffled by the fabric.

You reached around and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back to look at me. Your eyes were blazing with lust, the muscles in your arms and chest bulging as you pounded into me. "You like that, don't you?" you asked, your voice a harsh whisper. "Tell me how much you love it."

"I love it, Daddy," I gasped, my voice strained with pleasure. "I love feeling your big cock inside me." The words seemed to spur you on, and you slammed into me even harder. I could feel my orgasm building again, my pussy clenching around you as you hit that perfect spot over and over.

You leaned down, your chest pressing into my back, and whispered in my ear, "You're so tight, so wet. I could breed you forever." Your breath was hot and ragged, your voice thick with need. Your free hand slid up my body to cup my breast, your thumb brushing over my nipple. The sensation was exquisite, sending jolts of pleasure through me as you squeezed and rolled the sensitive peak.

I pushed back against you, my hips rocking in time with your thrusts, desperate for more of your delicious friction. "Yes, daddy," I panted, my voice breathy and needy. "Breed me harder." Your grip on my hair tightened, and you complied, your cock slamming into me with an intensity that stole my breath away. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, a delicious pressure that had me panting and writhing beneath you.

Your hand found its way to my clit again, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that had me gasping and moaning into the pillow. Each stroke of your thumb was a spark that ignited a bonfire of pleasure deep within me. "I'm going to come," I warned, my voice trembling. "Come for me, baby," you urged, your voice strained with your own need. "Come all over my cock." And with that, I did, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

My pussy spasmed around you, and you groaned in response, your rhythm faltering slightly as you felt my orgasm. It was too much for you, and with a final, powerful thrust, you came deep inside me, your cock pulsing with your release. We stayed there, locked together, for a moment, our breaths mingling as we both fought to regain control of our bodies.

Slowly, you pulled out, and I felt the warmth of your cum dripping down my thighs. You collapsed onto the bed beside me, and I rolled onto my side to face you, a contented smile playing on my lips. You reached out and traced the line of my jaw with your thumb, your eyes still smoldering with passion. "You're mine," you said, your voice low and possessive. "Always."

[hardstraykidshours]

Changbin and Minho spits in da pussy *cof cof* 🤭

okay, but bestie...this idea? 👀👀 holy shit, i absolutely loved it. like oh my god. the speed with which i wrote this once inspiration struck was literally insane.

i wasn't sure if you were asking for both of them at the same time or individual fics, but per our guidelines, we currently don't write multi-member stuff, so i just wrote you two separate fics, one for each. i really hope you like them!!

❤️ abbie & courtney

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pairing: changbin x afab!reader

genre: smut, 18+ (minors dni)

length: 745

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, spitting (in da pussy), unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), slight name calling, praise, cream pie, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

a/n: it was going to be complicated to put both fics in the same answer because of warnings and tags and such, so this is the changbin one. if you want to read the minho one, click here.

“fuck, you take me so good, baby,” changbin groans as he fucks you from behind, shoving you further into the mattress with each thrust. 

you try to respond, but you choke on the words when he presses down slightly on your lower back to tilt your hips further, changing the angle, so you suddenly feel him so much deeper. a strangled moan leaves you as you bury your face into the pillow, fists gripping the sheets next to it so hard your knuckles turn white. 

he keeps a relentless pace, fucking you fast and hard, his cock hitting that spot deep inside of you perfectly with every movement. one of his hands slides up the length of your back, and his fingers tangle tightly into your hair, pulling your head up from the pillow and tipping it slightly.

“there, that’s better. i want to see your face when i make you cum.” 

his other hand quickly snakes around your hip and finds your clit, stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts. the added sensation is too much, and it takes less than a minute before you unravel, your pussy violently squeezing his cock as release barrels through you. pure, white hot pleasure courses through your veins, and an endless stream of incoherent curses and moans pour from your lips.

suddenly he pulls out, and your cry of pleasure morphs into a whine at the sudden loss of contact mid-orgasm. 

you don’t even have time to form an actual complaint before you feel his hands come up to grab your ass. his hands pull, spreading you slightly, so he can watch the way you clench around nothing as you ride out the tail end of your orgasm. 

“mmm, so pretty,” he murmurs while leaning in closer. for a moment he doesn’t say anything else, but then you hear him spit. 

you jolt slightly when you feel it hit your pussy, splattering across your now oversensitive clit and causing shockwaves to ripple through your core. the combination of the sound and the intense sensation overwhelms you, sending a bolt of pure heat through your veins. you feel yourself getting even wetter, both from his saliva and from the fresh arousal burning through you. 

“oh, you like that do you?” he asks, noticing your reaction. he leans in again, so close you can feel his breath brush against your folds and your body tenses in anticipation. you jolt even more than the first time when he spits on you again, and you hear him chuckle darkly. “that’s my good, filthy girl.”

you feel some of your wetness start to drip down the inside of your thigh and changbin uses his thumb to collect it before swiping it up through your folds and running it across your clit. he slowly circles you for a moment, mixing his spit and your juices together, drawing out a few more aftershocks from you.

“yes, so very pretty.”

another moment of silence falls across the room with only the sound of your breathing filling it before you feel his hands slide back to your hips. you barely have a moment of warning before he fills you once more. a loud moan escapes you as the entire experience is now heightened by your recent orgasm and extra sensitive pussy. he quickly resumes his earlier pace, pulling out almost completely with every thrust before slamming all the way to the hilt again.

it doesn’t take much of this relentless fucking before his hips start to stutter, and grunts and groans flow freely from his throat. his hand fumbles as he reaches around you once more, desperate to make you fall apart with him. with the overwhelming feeling of him deeply fucking your oversensitive pussy, all it takes is a few flicks of his thumb and a light pinch to your clit, and you're cumming again, only seconds before you feel his cock start to pulse inside of you. 

he pushes you further into the mattress as he cums, fitting your hips as close together as he possibly can like he’s trying to mold your two bodies into one. he stops moving as release flows through him, instead letting the pulsing of your walls draw every ounce of pleasure from his cock. 

after you both come down from your highs, several moments pass with the two of you still fused together before he finally pulls out and collapses onto the bed next to you. wrapping his arms around you, he drags you into his chest, peppering a few soft kisses along your hairline before you both drift off to sleep.

[kurosaaki]

BLISSFUL TEARS — JEAN KIRSTEIN.

SUMMARY: jean feels so high from your pussy n can’t get enough of you he might cry.

TW (+16): SMUT— vaginal sex, creampie, praising (like. A LOT.), edging, pussywhipped!jean.

WC: 1.06K

TAGS: @play9boi​ @tvnyaiidas​ @jeanslove​ @novaresque​ @oblxvion

A/N: the way i wrote this on the bus…whew. reblogs and feedback is appreciated! enjoy <3 

It was a wonderful sight.

To see him on top of you, with his arms imprisoning you to keep you from escaping in that moment of weakness you were sharing. His hazel eyes would close from time to time, when he could no longer handle how good it felt to be inside you and to avoid you seeing his blissful tears forming in his eyes.

He could no longer stand not touching your body and feeling the goosebumps he was creating just by the touch of his rough hands, holding your hips tightly but gently, moving his hands up to your waist, planting kisses as his hands moved up your body until he reached your cheeks, where he rested his right hand on your skin, while his free hand acted as a support for him to continue thrusting into you.

"J-Jean..." you gasped, looking directly at his piercing eyes "I can't anymore, I'm gonna-"

He clicked his tongue, slowly denying, as he moved even closer to your face to leave small kisses on your forehead, your cheeks, and finally, your lips already swollen from the amount of times he had kissed you in the night.

"Not yet, baby" he whispered against your lips, never stopping his movements “I want to make you feel good” he kissed you once again, so delicately you could melt under his touch if he did it again, “You’re making me feel so goddamn good, just gimme one more, ‘kay?”

It had already been minutes, at least a couple of hours, feeling him inside you, sharing the sweat provoked by his rough thrusts and the movement of his hips against yours, changing your position to feel you more by either grabbing your leg tenderly and putting it over his waist to deeply access your sweet spot, or by putting both of your legs on his shoulders, making you feel almost drowned by how deep inside he was.

Whatever the position was, the both of you had already cum countless times, as he did not only care about his pleasure: Jean has always been an excellent lover, and he cared more about your pleasure than his own.

He always wants to make you forget your name and remember only his every time you are together.

“Such a good girl” he thrusted deeper this time, making you squeal from the sudden change from gentle to not-so-gentle anymore, “such a tight, wet pussy–makin’ me cum so fucking much”.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him into your body, earning a faint moan from your boyfriend as he felt your trembling legs entwined around him, trapping him in your grip and driving him even crazier.

You clutched your hands to his broad, already scratched back, and dug your nails carefully into his skin as he could only concentrate on the gentle swaying of his hips, creating those wet sounds he loved thanks to the mix of your juices and his balls slapping your cunt frantically–he was getting close, but he was holding on just because he was intoxicated with your whole body.

Throat now sore, you couldn’t stop whining mercilessly, almost forgetting how to even pronounce his damn name. You looked so fragile, so tired, he almost felt sorry for it–if it wasn’t for the fact that it was from all the pleasure he was giving you after being away from each other for two weeks. Your clit throbbed at the sound of his faint moans against your ear as he hid his face in your neck, his breath now erratic, with his sloppy thrusts filling your clenching hole again and again.

You know he’s about to cum when he starts going quicker and deeper, grabbing the headboard to regain his impressive strength while you could only roll your eyes to the back of your skull.

“Fucking hell, goddamn, baby-” his voice cracks when he looks at your face, a sight he could never forget, “taking it like the good girl you are, clenching ‘round me to make me cum, huh?”

You can't help but grab his shoulders and pull him into your body, especially your face, once again, “Mhmm, ‘wanna make you cum so hard, Jean…”

A mischievous smile appears on his face, accompanied by his already flushed cheeks, his teary eyes staring hungrily at you and his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat.

“Fuck, he’s so fucking handsome.” You thought.

“Yeah? Well, then…” he stopped for a moment, grazing his fingers to your now sensitive clit, circling it slowly as he started his movements again, just to tease you, “make me cum, princess”

Kissing him sweetly, you wrapped your legs around his waist as you did before and he began to bump his hips against yours, while his lips moved down to your neck to mark you right where everyone could see. Moaning softly, you caressed his muscular arms and tried to focus on the pleasure he was giving you.

Jean left your neck to look directly at your eyes, grabbing your chin, “I wanna see your face while I cum, baby”.

It didn't take him long to turn his thrusts into more irregular and gentle ones, feeling how he was already reaching his climax in your arms while looking at your face. His eyes were narrowing, and that was a sign he was really close and was about to fall into your arms for the umpteenth time since you started.

You decided to move your hips too when his did, so you could both come at the same time, "Yes, fuck me back baby, that's it, make me cum", he whispered, "'Could spend the day inside you, my love".

He keeps going until he gives in to the pleasure your cunt is giving him, feeling his cock throbbing inside you as you clench around him unconciously, feeling your release getting close too, "Oh my God, baby" he cries, "I'm gonna cum, you're gonna make me cum, fuck!"

And then you feel his release. With his eyes now closed and his mouth open, he falls on your chest and you laugh.

The one and only Jean Kirstein being so pussywhipped never fails to bring a smile to your face and boost your self-esteem.

Seeing such a strong, intimidating man fall on his knees and begging you to make him cum is always a pretty sight, isn’t it?

[yuujilogy]

trouble (gojo satoru x reader)

REQUEST:  what do you think about fem reader and gojou sensei having a secret relationship like they’d be sneaking late at night to fuck or smth but they have to keep quiet or else the other students will hear esp with them thin ass walls

| PAIRINGS:  satoru gojo x fem!reader

| WARNINGS: smut, explicit, little bit of degradation, little bit of cum play, breeding kink if you squint, exhibitionism, rough, unportected (be safe), grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: 2,745

A/N: OH FAWWK YEA  some gojo spice to make things more interesting!! kinda went off with this one bc c’mon, we all know gojo is freaky and sexy in bed 😳 anyway i hope this is what you expected !! enjoy !!  ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ

Satoru pulled you inside of his room as soon as he opened the door after knocking just once. It was almost as if he couldn’t wait anymore, capturing your lips in a feral kiss as he pushed your back against the door to close it, you both moaning into each other’s mouth as his hand groped your ass to press you against him.

It’s not like you minded these kinds of escapades with rough sessions, where Satoru just threw you over the edge over and over again, showing his stamina off and fucking you stupid.

But right now, you were at the dorms of the Tokyo facility at midnight, where the other students and teacher were probably already sleeping soundly not that far from here. When he called you to this room, you thought he wouldn’t actually take the risk of taking you to bed, considering your relationship was still being kept a secret from your professional lives for two reasons: you were both teachers, and the heads above were just assholes who wouldn’t let Satoru−or you−hear the end of this.

Well, turns out this man is still full of surprises even after two years of dating, revealing at least one to you almost every day.

“S-Satoru…” you said between kisses, your hands flying to his hair that was already styled down due to the absence of his blindfold. He pulled away and looked down at you, smirking. Oh, he knew what was coming. “W-We are at the school right now, Gojo. What if they hear?” Your cheeks were already heating up, flustered by the surprising, wet kiss.

Satoru limited himself to let out a low laugh, his free hand caressing your cheek with slender cold fingers before travelling to the side of your neck. You could barely see the brightness of his blue eyes thanks to the moonlight coming through the windows.

“And what about it?” Satoru said indifferently, the hand previously on your ass making its way to your hip, too slowly it was sending chills down your spine. “You scared everyone will hear how I make this pussy mine the whole night?” his hand cupped your centre, making you jump and gasp. “I can already feel how wet you are just from some sloppy kissing, baby. I wonder if I could just slip my cock inside.”

God, you hated to admit it but he was so right. Satoru was always right and knew the right buttons to push at the right moment. You couldn’t help the grinding of your hips against his hand, already throbbing and clenching around nothing, in need of relief. Your hands grabbed the frame of his shoulders, moaning softly as you tried reaching for his lips once again. Yet he didn’t give you the chance to get what you wanted, pulling farther apart from your face. You complained with a huff, frowning, and he kissed your forehead.

“You’re so whiny tonight, baby. Better keep quiet.” He started making his way towards the bed with you, making you fall over your back, positioning himself on top of you. “Because I sure won’t hold back with you this time.”

With ease, he unbuttoned your jeans with one hand before pulling them down along with your panties. Both of his hands gripped your thighs, opening your legs to feel the chill weather hit your centre, feeling way too exposed. You were so sensitive already for some reason, you had to cover your mouth with your own hand when his fingers started rubbing your clit softly, your hips starting to move involuntarily trying to meet his movements.

You don’t know if it’s the fact you must stay quiet regardless of his sweet torture, or if it was the way he overpowered you so easily, but you were so turned on right now.

“So fucking wet already” Satoru groaned under his breath, more to himself than to you, the friction coming to a stop. Uncovering your hand to complain, you couldn’t help but let out a loud moan when two of his fingers entered your warm core. Talk about timing. The sting of being stretched open feeling so good, arching your back as you bit your lip harshly. He knew your body so well and the fact you liked a little bit of pain from time to time. He chuckled. “You’re such a wet mess, Y/N. This dirty pussy is swallowing my fingers so easily.” Satoru brought his face to the exposed skin in your neck to start sucking softly at your sweet spot behind your ear.

It was too much. The risk, Satoru’s fingers and demeanour, and just overall the situation. All of that was making you feel so aware and sensitive, making it harder to control your whimpers.

“F-Fuck, ‘toru. I need-“ your words were interrupted by his fingers increasing their pace and going deeper, hitting the perfect spot inside of you, and, before you could make another sound, Satoru kissed you roughly, swallowing every single noise. He could feel the way you were tightening around his fingers, letting out small cries, and smiled against your lips before pulling away with a string of saliva between you.

“You naughty slut,” his fingers left your insides, looking at his fingers covered with your slick and then back at you. “You thought you were going to cum with only two fingers, didn’t you?” he guided them towards your mouth, which you gladly accepted by sucking them, tasting yourself, without breaking eye contact with him. “Are you that desperate of letting everyone know who makes you feel this good?”

You could only nod, humming around his fingers with pleasure before releasing them with a pop, your lips coated with a mix of your juices and saliva. Gojo pulled away from your body to get rid of his shirt, unbuttoning his pants afterwards and pulling them down, his throbbing hard cock springing free. Your mouth salivated at the sight of him wrapping a hand around his shaft, pumping it a few times while staring at you.

Satoru totally loved this sight: you spread open for him, your tortured wet cunt in display waiting to be ravaged by him. Only him. Just the thought of it made him eager to finally be inside you, his thumb smearing the pre-cum over the tip of his cock as he bit his lip. God, he wanted to ruin you so badly.

“You’re so lucky I can’t wait to fuck you either” Satoru almost growled as he positioned himself again between your legs, his nails digging in the flesh of your legs to spread them further apart, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. You held back a whimper as your small hands rested against his stomach as he was entering you. “Let’s see how quiet you can be.”

And almost too easily, he slides inside of you with a steady pace, his long hand covering your mouth as he bottoms out with just one thrust. You instinctively want to put your legs together, but Satoru’s hands didn’t let you, his nails digging into your flesh. His long cock was rubbing exactly where it had to, your insides pulsating and clenching around him. The feeling of his hips connecting with yours in such rough manner was too much you couldn’t help the heat in the pit of your stomach from appearing, throwing your head back with a muffled sob before you could even stop it.

Fuck. Satoru could cum from this sight alone, watching you tremble around him as his free hand lifted your shirt to reveal your breasts, squeezing them as you tried your best to stop the moans from coming out. You were sinful. Fuck. Fuck.

“Look at you” He started circling his hips still inside you, rubbing your inside walls deliciously. “Fucking losin’ it over some cock” the way he was degrading you this night, in this exact place where anyone could hear was way more pleasurable than you would like to admit.

Satoru didn’t want to hold back anymore, pulling almost completely out before slamming back roughly, even pushing your body back due to the force of his next thrusts, quick and deep. If it wasn’t for his hand still covering your mouth, you were sure your loud moans would be joining the wet, slapping sounds filling the room. Satoru was actually being nice here, helping you stay quiet as he kept hitting your g-spot repeatedly as he growled lowly at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, knowing he went crazy whenever you did that.

Oh, but he wasn’t going to be nice anymore. His hands grabbed your waist tightly, leaving your mouth suddenly uncovered as you looked up to him through hooded eyes, mouth hanging open, drool starting to run down your chin as you gasped for air instead of making any sounds because, god, you were about to break at any point now. Satoru started controlling your movements, impaling you with his cock however he pleased with his own force, as if you were his fuck toy. You threw your head back, grabbing a pillow and biting it harshly because, lord, have mercy, you were about to scream if he kept fuck you so good.

“Yeah, just like that, baby” He was basically using your body as a toy to pleasure himself, looking down at the part you were connected to each other, biting his lip and letting out a sigh of pleasure as he continued his rough thrusts. The sight of his cock disappearing inside of you was so perfect, your juices coating every inch of himself; you were born to take his cock, nobody but him could pleasure you. “Mm, fuck, I’m making such a mess out of this sloppy cunt. You hearing that? So wet it’s almost pathetic.” Your mind was going blank at this point, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your legs started shaking around him as the pillow muffled all your cries of pleasure, feeling that familiar heat in your core.

You were close and Satoru knew it. He was fucking you stupid this early into the night and he could go for hours now that he was actually fired up. He wanted to make you struggle a little more, so he decided that throwing away the pillow you were holding onto with dear life was a good idea. Your eyes opened in surprise, no longer being able to hold your moans at the lowest volume, raising higher in tone as his thrusts went by. He wanted to hear you come apart, secretly wanting the rest of his colleagues to hear how you were falling apart in pleasure because of his ministrations to your pussy. One of Satoru’s hands flew to your cheeks, squeezing them roughly to make you look at him, his thrusts slowing down a notch, but still going deep.

“You wanna cum around my cock, baby?” He asked through heavy pants, a smirk never leaving his face as he watched you struggle to form even a word. You whimpered a little louder this time. “C’mon, say it. You can do it. Tell me how much you want me to fill you up.”

“P-Pleawse.. Nghh… Satoru m- Ahh!” You babbled non-sense through your moans, and you knew it, the pleasure being too much for you to handle right now, the grip in your face making it even harder to speak. God, you were actually pathetic, huh? All you needed to do was answer one single question and you would be seeing stars. But Gojo thought that was enough for this one time. Only this one time.

“Please, Satoru” He mocked, ridiculing you and releasing your face to grab your legs once again, spreading them open as you shook uncontrollably and continued with his fast pace. Tears started forming around the corners of your eyes due to the stimulation and how close you were to bursting, your walls pulsating around his cock so badly as he hit your cervix with every thrust. “You’re allowed to cum, baby, don’t hold back.”

And that was all you needed to throw you over the edge, head falling back with a silent sob once again as you squeezed the sheets into your fists. Satoru chuckled lowly, placing a finger over your mouth to remind you to stay quiet but you were far gone, still shaking for the still ongoing orgasm you were having. You bit Satoru’s finger subconsciously to avoid your whining getting louder. It seems he was also a sucker for pain as he was the one to let out a louder than before moan, bending over to get closer to your body, his face mere inches away from yours.

“F-Fuck, baby, I’m gonna fill you up so good.” The way you were squeezing around him was suffocating and the pain he was feeling from your biting was also bringing him closer to his release, his thrusts becoming sloppier and erratic as his free arm helped him for support when he grabbed your face again as you looked at each other. Everything else was a blur except for his cloudy eyes, foreheads pressing together as he kept groaning all the way through his release. You squeezed with the little force left in you, expecting to push him over already. “Ugh, yeah, just like that. Fuck, yes… Fuck, Y/N!”

He captured your lips into a sloppy kiss, muffling his own groans of pleasure as he stilled inside you, painting your walls white with every spurt as you felt him throb inside you, moaning against his mouth as he grinded against you. Satoru was cumming too much you started feeling it dripping out of you with the small movements of his hips. He pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily as you both were coming down from your highs, and smirked, caressing your cheek and pressing another kiss to your lips, softer this time.

“God, baby…” a low chuckle escaped him as he pulled away, pulling out from you as he saw his seed coming out of you. He felt himself throb again at the sight. “We made such a mess.” Satoru gathered some of his cum in his fingers and smearing it in the outside of your walls. You whined hoarsely as you watched him play with his own release with his fingers, his cock still hard for another round.

After all, he was a big fan of sloppy seconds.

“Well, whose fault is that?” You kicked him weakly with your feet, rolling your eyes in annoyance, even if your body was feeling numb. You enjoyed it, of course, but reality was hitting you like a truck right now. It almost seemed as if Satoru made it his goal to actually get you both caught. Oh, girl, if you knew. “You sure are dumb.”

“Oh, c’mon baby, don’t be so mean. There’s no way we were heard.” Satoru pouted, his whole demeanour changing quickly as if he didn’t just fuck you into oblivion a few seconds ago. He opened his mouth to say something else, but the sound of his phone inside of his forgotten jeans interrupted him. “Wait, someone is calling me.” He pressed a kiss in your forehead and stood up quickly, roaming through the room to find his phone to answer it. The light of the screen lighted up his features before bringing it to his ear. “Yeah, my dear director~?”

Oh, no.

“I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about, hehe~” Satoru laughed sweetly, scratching the back of his head and sparing you a quick glance before a blush creeped up his face. You frowned. You knew the director Yaga wasn’t just calling to talk with your boyfriend at 1am on a Friday. Hell, he wouldn’t call Satoru at all if he could. “Haha! That’s funny because− What? Y/N?”

Oh, no, no. Please, no.

“I mean, yeah but− Yeah. Yeah, I understand” He let out a loud sigh, closing his eyes in frustration. You swore you could hear Yaga’s loud, angry voice all the way to where you were. “Right. Yeah. Goodbye.” Satoru hung up and gulped harshly when he felt your glare piercing through his thick head. He turned to look at you with a sweet but nervous smile, forgetting the fact he was still fully naked. You could almost see the cold sweat running down his face. “Teehee~, we are in trouble.”

You were actually going to kill him.

[2af-afterdark]

Kinktober '21 - Day 15: Can't Control the Way Your Eyes Turn Me

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Simeon, F!MC

Additional Tags: afab!MC (you/your) Heat/Mating Cycles, Shameless smut, feral angel man makes my brain go brrrrr

Summary: Simeon is going through his rut and he’s taking it out on you.

A/N: This one is just for me and my degenerate brain… I guess you can like it if you want.

Word Count: 884

Simeon's hips snapped forward, slapping against your flushed skin as he pounded into your tight, quivering cunt. Your voice was raw from screaming each time he forced you to cum on his cock, only becoming harsher each time you begged him to show you a shred of mercy and pull out. Your poor body felt like it was going to break around the sheer girth that was pushing as deeply into you as it could over and over again.

Your entire body felt so small, your legs flung so high that your knees touched your ears, your arms pinned to your sides, and him embracing you so tightly that it felt as if he would squeeze the life out of you. He stared down at you with hearts in his eyes, barely a hair’s width between your faces, breath catching and hitching in his throat as your name spilled from his lips without end. His movements were frantic and sloppy, more focused on feeling your walls clench around his cock and trying to make you cum for him again.

“Cum,” his voice broke as he spoke, “Wanna feel you cum on my cock.” He picked up speed, burrowing into you, scraping out your insides, and turning your mind into mush as both fire and ice spread from your core to the tips of your fingers and toes, “Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum.” His voice was somewhere between commanding and begging you.

You didn’t have much choice other than to comply with his wishes. Your mouth opened wide, a pathetic, broken cry being pulled out of you as your every muscle tightened. It felt like heaven and hell were mixing together as another orgasm was ripped out of you and your body went limp in his hold. Still, his hips didn’t stop.

You arched your back and flailed weakly, trying to escape the pleasure that continued to flow through you as he gripped you even tighter, fucking into you in a way that made you feel more like an object at this point than a living person. You couldn’t take any more of this. You were going to break if he kept going.

“Shtop. Can’ aymor.” It was hard to even speak. Everything inside of you was starting to tingle and your vision was beginning to fade. He really was breaking you, training you to take all of him until he was satisfied. If he didn’t stop soon, you were going to get addicted to the way he pinned you down and made your pussy flood with your own juices.

“Can’t,” he panted into your ear, “Gonna make you cum again. Need to fill you up. Gonna make you beg.” He jerked forward again, his cock twitching as he listened to you sob without tears.

“Yes,” you groaned, “Anything. I’ll do anything.”

“Beg.” He wanted to hear you say those filthy words with your own mouth. He’d been close for so long, waiting for you to give in so he could finally reward you the way he wanted.

“Inside. Stuff me with your cum.” Something inside of you lurched forward again, signaling that you were already close to another orgasm, “Fuc- Please! Want your hot cum to fill me up.”

Simeon growled in a way unbecoming of an angel as he pulled you tight against his chest, giving one last deep thrust before emptying himself into your spasming hole, joining you as you came around his length again.

Your breathing was completely ragged, your body boneless as your oversensitive cunt fluttered in the aftershock of yet another orgasm. Simeon’s cum was so warm inside of you and there was so much. It felt like you were going to explode and everything inside of you would leak down your thighs if he pulled out. That was something he wouldn’t allow though.

For the first time since starting, he let go of you. For the briefest moment, your tired, barely conscious mind sighed in relief that you would finally get a break from the nonstop assault of pleasure he was giving you. He had a different plan, however. He grabbed you by the shoulder, flipping you onto your stomach without pulling out. He raised your hips flush against his own, pushing your head down into the mattress.

“Sorry,” he apologized as he began to roll his hips even deeper into you than he had before, listening to you fail to scream as he teased your already overly spent body, “One time isn’t enough.”

He needed more. His body was screaming at him to fill you with his cum and claim you as his mate, and he wouldn’t be satisfied until you felt the same way. He wanted to curse how passionately his instincts cried out for you, but he was too lost in his desire to think of having you as anything other than a blessing. His need to mate had never been this strong before -- in fact, he couldn’t recall ever having the desire at all before -- and he didn’t know how to control it; he almost didn’t want to.

He could apologize properly once his instinct calmed down, but until then… You were so pretty being split apart on his cock and there wasn’t a single part of him that wanted to look away or stop.

[salazarslytherin]

sex on fire (s.b x y/n)

summary: an encounter with sirius in the kitchen

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cw/tw: smut, pussy slapping, fingering, dumbification, praise kink, like exhibitionism if you squint, age difference (reader is of age!)

word count: 2.14k

a/n: Inspired. SO HEAVILY by @thotbutpurple’s dilf!marauders headcanons, specifically this post for this imagine. also heavily inspired by @acosmis-t's fic peanut. honestly this is just, self-indulgent. might do a dilf!series, I'm not sure reblog to boost please xxx

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Some people would think that it’s weird to like someone almost twenty years your senior. And if we’re being honest, you thought the same too.

That was until Sirius fucking Black walked into your life.

One of your dad’s best friends from high school, Sirius appeared in your life when you were sixteen, riding back into town on a Bugatti motorcycle and a battered leather jacket. A photographer who’d travelled the world, he came back to your small town to spend time with his younger brother and his old friends from high school.

That spelt weekend barbecues at your house, watching the absolute hunk of a man walk around your house shirtless, or in the thinnest fucking white tank you’ve ever seen in your life. Whether Sirius owned clothes that weren’t band tees, white tanks, and ripped jeans, you didn’t know.

But secretly, you hoped he didn’t.

⚔︎.

Now it’s been three years since Sirius had returned, and yet another one of your dad’s friends’ barbecues was being held at your house. The men were out back barbecuing – they called themselves the Marauders, the name never not making you laugh. Unfortunately, this week you were unable to join them, holed up in your room to study for your finals.

With the weather heating up as it neared the beginning of the summer, you could feel each individual bead of sweat run down your spine. Unable to focus on anything with the immense heat and the overwhelming stress you were feeling, you took out your earphones and got up off your chair, deciding to go downstairs to get something cold to drink.

Opening your bedroom door, you could hear the music playing from the backyard, the booming laughter of the various men standing around the barbecue grill. Walking down the stairs, you recited the formulas you were revising earlier, not at all paying attention to anything around you. Stepping into the kitchen, you kept staring at the flashcards you held, opening the fridge door to grab the carton of juice you knew was in there.

“That focused, are we?”

The deep voice scared you, making the flashcards from your grasp fall all over the tiled flooring. You whipped around to see Sirius leaning against the kitchen sink, smirking as he watched you. You watched him in return, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he downed a gulp from his beer bottle.

Shaking yourself off, you turned back to the fridge and grabbed the carton, before placing it on the counter and closing the door. You bent over to pick up the flashcards that you had dropped earlier, only to hear a splutter of a cough behind you.

You turned around as you placed the cards next to the carton, seeing Sirius cough into his forearm, his abs flexing beneath the thin tank top he wore.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay, Sirius?”

The man waved his hand at you, placing the beer bottle between his lips as his eyes scanned up and down your body, smirking around the bottle.

“S’nothing, Y/N.”

Your eyes followed Sirius’s gaze, looking down to realise just exactly why he had his little impromptu coughing fit. Given the heat, you’d forgotten you were only wearing a thin tank top and booty shorts that day, meaning that when you bent over, you’d given Sirius quite the show. You felt yourself turn red as you realised, spinning around promptly to grab a glass from the upper cabinets.

Unfortunately for you, but quite a fortunate happenstance for Sirius, all the glasses on the bottom shelf had been taken outside for “public consumption”, and only those on the top shelf remained.

Conscious of your every move in front of the hottest man you had ever known in your damned life, you stood up onto your tippy toes, reaching for the glasses on the top shelf. You could feel your shorts riding up as you reached up as high as you possibly could, honestly just contemplating climbing on top of the counters to reach the glasses.

All you wanted was some damned juice.

As you struggled, you heard a chuckle sound behind you, then footsteps. Warmth emanating from behind you, and then a hard body pressed up against you. Your body tensed up as you felt Sirius’s body behind you, swallowing audibly. You saw a hand reach up above yours, the large appendage wrapping around the blue glass before receding as the warmth moved away from you.

“Here you go, pumpkin.”

The nickname made your mouth run dry as you turned around to take the glass from the man, smiling slightly at him. You felt a shiver run down your spine as your fingertips grazed his, having to grip the glass unreasonably tight as you felt your hands weaken at his warmth.

“Thanks.”

Your voice croaked at the word, Sirius’s smirk growing on his face yet again. You took the carton and poured yourself a glass, sipping on it as you leaned against the counter, mirroring Sirius who was back to sipping at his beer bottle.

You could feel your exam stress building up again as your hand reached for the flashcards again, flipping through them as you mouthed the different formulas and definitions written on them.

“Stressed, Y/N?”

You hummed in agreement as you focused on the cards in your hands, the glass having been returned to the counter as you sunk back into revision mode, barely registering the clink of the beer bottle being placed in the kitchen sink as the man made his way towards you.

“Want some help, destressing, hmm?”

You looked up at the man only to find him right in front of you, your body straightening up as you watched his teasing expression, lips curled and eyebrows raised.

You knew Sirius knew the way you felt about him. The way you sucked in a breath the first time you’d seen him, the way you licked your lips subconsciously at the sight of him, the way you thought about him when you touched yourself…

He wasn’t exactly subtle with hiding the innuendos.

You shook yourself free of those thoughts as Sirius watched you, almost as if he knew what you were thinking.

“More juice, maybe?”

The smirk only grew bigger as the man shook the carton slightly, uncapping it and tilting his head backwards, drinking straight from the carton itself. You watched with your mouth hanging open slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing entrancingly with every gulp.

“Oops, I might've finished it all. Though, I think there’s still a little more in here…”

Sirius watched you almost mockingly, mouth dropping open to show the bare minimum of juice left in his mouth.

The man knew you wanted him, and felt the exact same way towards you. He couldn’t help it.

The moment you stepped into the kitchen, he was a goner. The tank top clinging to your breasts, showing just the right amount of cleavage, the shortest fucking shorts he’d ever seen you in barely covering your ass, the man was holding himself together by a thread at this point.

“Hmm? You want it?”

Sirius’s eyes scanned your every move, eyebrows raising as you pushed off the counter slowly.

“Come get it.”

⚔︎.

You didn’t know who moved towards who in that split second, only that a moment later your world was turned upside down. Sirius’s lips were soft and sweet – the entrancing taste of Sirius overwhelming you, beer and orange juice mixing together in the kiss. As promised, Sirius’s tongue pushed a dribble of juice into your mouth, making you moan into his lips as your arms wrapped around his neck, flashcards scattering across the tiled flooring yet again, his hands coming up to grip your waist. The man’s calloused hands fingered the hem of your top, pushing the edges up, his thumb drawing circles on your hip bone.

You gasped at the feeling of his fingers on your skin, feeling Sirius chuckle against your lips at your surprise. Your own hands moved from his neck to his shoulders, sliding down to his arms. You could feel Sirius’s arms tensing at the feeling, the veins on his muscled forearms like braille under your fingertips.

Grunting into your lips, the man stepped forward, pushing you up against the counter, the edge right against the small of your back.

“Can I?”

Sirius asked breathlessly, lips bright red from what felt like minutes, but also hours, of yours against his. He ghosted the elastic of your shorts, eyes flicking between yours as he awaited your approval or disapproval.

You nodded, unable to speak as you held your breath.

Was this actually happening, or were you having some sort of heat stroke-induced delusion?

“Turn around and bend over for me then, doll.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you nodded again, rendered dumb by your disbelief at the situation. You bent over the counter, leaning on your forearms as you looked over your shoulder, watching Sirius crouched down, hooking his fingers into your shorts, pulling your panties down as well in one move.

The man sucked in a breath at the sight of you bottomless, making your face turn red.

“Such a pretty pussy…”

The blush spread throughout your body as you noticed how close Sirius was to you, his breath ghosting your clit as he did nothing. Simply staring at your cunt. His hands moved up from your ankles, where he’d brought your shorts down to, and spread you open, fingers dipping inside you unintentionally, but it was likely to have been intentional. You squeaked at the feeling, walls clenching around thin air.

This is so fucking embarrassing. But your body seemed to disagree, feeling yourself become wetter at the feeling of Sirius’s eyes on you.

Moving in to take a closer look, the older man sent you one of his signature panty-dropping smiles.

Literally, in this case.

“I’m going to fucking ruin it.”

You threw your head forward as Sirius ran his forefinger up and down your slit, the brief contact with your clit making you let out a loud moan of surprise. Your eyes squeezed shut as you hid your head in your forearms, Sirius’s finger stretching you out as you moaned into your arms.

“Don’t be so loud, doll. Do you want everyone to hear you?”

You shook your head, biting your lip as Sirius moved his finger in and out of you, growing wetter at the thought of anyone catching you here. In the kitchen.

With your dad’s best friend.

All coherent thought was interrupted as Sirius’s other hand landed on your clit, rolling the nub between his thumb and forefinger. The movement made your brain short-circuit, letting out a loud gasping moan as he pushed a second finger inside you as well.

“S-Sirius. Fuck.”

The man tutted from behind you but didn’t even falter in his movements, seemingly spurred by your pleasure to pump his fingers in and out of you even faster. You were so immersed in the pleasure that your eyes shot open in surprise as a sharp slap landed on your clit.

“What the fuck?”

Your head whipped back to look at the older man, who merely lifted a brow at your outburst, his fingers still thrusting into you, the sinful sounds echoing around the kitchen.

“Told you to shut up, doll. Or are you too dumb to understand simple instruction, hmm?”

As he said that, Sirius curled his fingers inside of you, making you choke on your breath as he hit something inside of you.

“S-Sirius. I-”

Another slap landed on your cunt, but the pain mixed in with the insane amounts of pleasure you were feeling, your eyes squeezing shut once more to see nothing but stars in the midst of your pleasure.

“I told you to be silent, didn’t I? How’ve I fucked you dumb already.”

You whined silently, wiggling your hips slightly as your walls clenched around him, feeling your pleasure mount inside you, climbing towards its precipice.

“Your pussy’s so tight around my fingers. You wanna cum, love?”

You bit down on your forearm, moaning out into it as you nodded, your orgasm threatening to erupt on his fingers.

Sirius curled his fingers inside you, the movement pushing you over the edge as you nearly screamed, thanking the heavens that someone, probably Sirius, had come up with the idea of blasting AC/DC in the backyard. Convulsing around the older man’s fingers, your chest fell onto the countertop, your fluids running down your thigh as Sirius pulled his fingers out of you slowly. The feeling of being empty made you whine, hand searching blindly behind you to find Sirius.

“Want more.”

A chuckle sounded behind you, Sirius’s hand finding its way to your hair, threading his long fingers through it.

“You didn’t think I was done, did you, pumpkin?”

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[zeeroweenies]

double trouble

ft. yuuji and sukuna

cw ✿ stepbro porn ahead, thigh riding.

i’ve been missing my boys 😣

“I miss you,” A desperate mewl finds its way past your glossy pouted lips, pressing them against your big brother’s neck as you grind yourself against his thigh. “You never have time for me anymore.”

Having a brother that was in the limelight at your university had its ups and downs. The perks being that you were treated like campus royalty. People practically bowed to your feet when they saw you strolling down the halls, and everyone loved you simply because of who your brother was.

You had to admit, you liked it— being one of the most popular chicks on campus. Boys loved you, girls hated you, and there was even buzz amongst the male professors about how they’d give you a good grade if you showed them a good time. You’ve skated through your entire college career without any problems, and it was all from just being Yuuji’s sister.

Although there were some downsides to this little situation with your brother: he barely had any time for you. It only comes with the territory of being the quarterback of the most prestigious university in your school’s state. Between upholding his reputation, grueling practices, maintaining his grades and loverboy image you two barely saw each other.

“Oh shit,” Yuuji groans through his teeth, feeling your weight shift from his thigh to his print that was already hardened through his gray cotton shorts, your puffy little cunt grinding down on him as his hand quickly flies to your hip in a failed attempt to slow down your movements. “You know I would if I could, baby. I just, fuck— I can’t and—”

You were pulling him from the boundary of his shorts before he had the opportunity to speak again, nearly keening at the sight of his big, thick cock that you haven’t seen in who knows how long, all his excuses flying through one ear and out of the other as you gathered him in your manicured hand and beginning to jerk him off with a steady grip.

“I wanna put it inside me, Yuuji” Your eyebrows drew together in pleasure as you dragged his rounded tip up and down your folds making both of you moan against each other’s mouths, breath mingling as your juices mixed together. “Fuck– do it, miss this pussy.”

Yuuji did miss you, and he missed your cunt even more. He hated having to neglect his precious little step sister, especially with having to hold out on fucking your pretty pussy for the likes of football and the sake of popularity. He’s found himself in the beds of other girls at every chance he’s had, but none of them measured up to you.

Those little college girls just weren’t doing it for him anymore, he wanted you all to himself all the time. And with you sinking down onto his length, your tight cunt sucking him in so good like it always does, the stresses of his daily life started to fade away.

You feel him filling you inch by inch, the stretch of his girth alone never fails to make you go wild, nails painfully digging into his muscular back until you bury him all the way inside you. “You’re so fucking big, Yuuji” A needy whine tumbles from your lips, fucking yourself on your big brother’s cock.

“I know I am, but you’re gonna take it all right?” He questions through a breathy moan as his hips intentionally fuck up into you, making a tiny scream slip out involuntarily as you mindlessly nod your head. “Yes, I’ll take all of it I promise,” You cry.

“God, you know how much I fucking love your cunt? How much I love you?” You’ve always been such a good fuck toy for your brother, both your brothers, including Yuuji’s older twin Sukuna.

You were so fucked out on his cock you didn’t even notice the pink-haired boy enter the room, the pain of fingers raking into your hair to yank your head back as you come face to face with his mirrored image, a deep scowl plastered on his features that were identical to Yuuji’s. “Can you two shut the fuck up? I’m trying to sleep.”

“Don’t pull her hair like that, you’ll rip it out.” Yuuji says through a curt groan as he rolls his hips up, making the twin roll his eyes in annoyance. Pussy, he thought.

Sukuna on the other hand was a little brazen, he didn’t care about grades or any of that dumb shit. Fucking bitches, going to parties and playing football was his only concern the minute he stepped through those campus doors. Still, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t miss his little sister’s cunt every now and again, you were his favorite hole after all.

“Shut the fuck up, she likes it. Came on my dick so many times just from me doing it, right pretty?” He smiles as he dips down planting hot kisses against your neck and jaw, humming contently at the way you fervently nod your head.

“Maybe if you stopped being such a pussy you’d actually make her cum too.” It earns a scoff from Yuuji, turning his attention from your cunt that’s tightening around him to his annoying twin.

“I do make her cum, dumbass. You should feel the way she’s creaming on me right now, it’s cause my dick’s bigger.” He half chuckles, smile growing at the dark look Sukuna flashes at him.

The twin offers a snort, eyes flickering from Yuuji to your trembling figure with his fingers still entangled in your hair. “Don’t be stupid, we both fucking know it’s not.”

The pair’s bickering is drowned out by your sinful moans, riding your brother into oblivion as the other stands behind you, coming undone as your face twists in together pleasure. “Oh my god, I’m cumming,” Your head is thrown back, Yuuji’s dick throbbing inside of you as your vision is diverted from him coming face to face with your other brother, a sly grin taking over his lips.

“Nah, don’t look at that brat. Look at me.” The older twin orders, tits bouncing as Yuuji begins to forcefully drive his hips into you making you cry out.

“You want his cum in that pretty cunt?” His tone is sweet, hand slipping down to play with your throbbing clit and rub messy circles onto the sensitive bud causing you to squirm feverishly and violently nod your head.

It makes you cry out, babbling nonsensical words and not caring about anything else except feeling your brother’s cum in your cunt. “Yes, yes, yes,”

Sukuna’s satisfied, a smile gracing his face as he gives you what you begged for. “Fill her up, the bitch wants to be bred.”

Yuuji does it in an instant, releasing all the cum he can give you as his hands shift from your ass to your hips, thumbs harshly digging into the skin with guttural groans escaping him, loud squelches from your pussy filling the room as your tits bounce and jiggle from him fucking you so hard. “Fuck—” he drags out.

If only your parents knew they were spending thousands of their precious earned dollars on tuition for you to get fucked in every corner possible of the luxury condo they paid for by your big brothers.

When he finally finishes you collapse against him, breathing hard and heavy with your legs trembling and soft whines reverberating into his neck as his hand rubs circles into your lower back to quell your moans. “Shhh, you good now?”

There isn’t even enough time for you to answer before Sukuna’s pulling your tired body up by the arm. “Get out of her, I want my turn now.”

“You didn’t even give her time to rest.” It’s met by some resistance from Yuuji who’s still pulling your hips down with his rough grip in contrast to Sukuna, a confused look appearing on his face as his brows draw together.

“So what? I wanna fuck her pussy now.” The twins are practically playing tug of war with you, pulling you back and forth like some rag doll and not a person.

They always argue like this, about who makes you cum more, who can fuck you until you pass out, who can make you squirt the fastest. Always a constant competition between those two. But honestly, who cares? Two is always better than one anyways.

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[cafedanslanuit]

♡   —   tags/warnings: afab!reader, breakup sex, oral sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), a lot of tears— both sexy and sad, timeskip ofc

♡   —   a/n: my first long piece for tokyo revengers! and ofc my beloved draken had to be the first one <3

♡   —  masterlist

He shouldn’t have come.

That’s the first thing that comes to Draken’s mind when you pull away from his lips to take off your shirt. He’s already half-hard and his pants only get tighter at the sight of your bra right in front of him.

Less than ten minutes ago, he had been sitting on the same couch where he was lying now. Only you weren’t grinding your hips as you were now― your lower lip was trembling as you handed him one of his old sweaters you always used to wear.

He could have chosen to have this conversation any other place. You would have said yes to meeting at a café or strolling down the street. Yet he was the one that asked if he could come over and you were the one that agreed.

Your lips slid against his again, the kiss you shared rough, demanding, but mostly, needy. His skin burnt for you just as the first time he had you and he couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip, making a soft moan leave your lips. With his back on the couch and your hands slipping under his shirt, he could barely remember the reason he came to your place was to finally put an end to your tumultuous relationship.

Well, that and because he couldn’t bear not seeing you any longer.

You had seen this day coming long ago. You woke up one morning to the news of an assault on Draken’s motorcycle shop. No matter how many times you asked him, he never gave you any explanations, even if you were sure he was well aware of what had happened. Every time he got a call from his friends he would leave the room and talk in hushed whispers and he started coming up with more and more excuses to avoid spending time with you.

His gentle nature around you had turned harsh and cold with you ever since that day. Draken had remained silent when you asked him about his change of behaviour, and during one heated night where you had ended up yelling, asking if it was something you had done, he finally spoke, only to assure you you hadn’t done anything wrong.

In your search for answers, you reached out to his friends. But rather than that, what you found was even more questions than before. All of them got visibly uncomfortable when you approached them and it didn’t take much to understand they also knew what was happening but refused to talk about it. The only one who gave you a little more information was Chifuyu, during a late-night talk after his store had closed.

“Talk to him,” he advised, ordering the files from the day and avoiding your eyes.

“I tried, he won’t tell me what happened,” you sighed, resting your chin on your hand as you watched him work. “But this wasn’t a random attack, right? It was something personal. If it was random, then someone would have said so. But everyone just shut ups and gives me a pitying look.”

Chifuyu raises his eyes at you.

“Yeah, exactly that look”, you say, passing a hand through your hair.

“It’s… complicated,” he finally said, putting the files aside. “And not my place to talk to you about it. All I’m saying is everything Draken does is to protect you.”

“Yeah?” you huffed, a dry laugh leaving your lips. “Treating someone badly and pushing them away is a way to protect them?”

Chifuyu gave you a sad smile. “Sometimes it can be.”

Even if you knew Chifuyu did his best to keep loyal to his friend while also trying to dissipate your worries, it hadn’t worked. You were sure any day from now Draken would break it off with you. And when you got a call from him asking to come over after almost a week of not seeing you, you understood the time had come.

The next time Draken came to his senses, he had his face buried between your legs. His nose brushed against your clit as his tongue was buried deep within you. The whimpers you were making were music to his ears. He swore he could recognize his name in between your cries a couple of times, but tried not to think much about it. He didn’t want to come to terms with the fact it may be the last time you would call for him like this.

Your legs closed against the sides of his head as you threw your head back in pleasure. Draken put one hand on your inner thigh and forced your legs open, eliciting a sweet gasp from you. He pulled away, the sight of your soaked pussy making his head spin. Fuck, was this really going to be the last time he got to have you like this? Draken slid two fingers across your folds, gathering wetness and then using it to circle your clit gently. He felt your leg twitching under his big hand.

If this was going to be the last time, then he was going to give you something to remember him by.

Draken bent down again and started pressing open-mouthed kisses on your folds. A soft hum escaped your lips as he worked his way around your pussy, making sure there wasn’t a part of it that wasn’t covered by his eager lips. He purposely left your clit for last, his hot breath hovering over it. Those few seconds were enough for you to lift your head, looking down at the man you had just agreed to let go.

His dark eyes met yours, widening just the slightest bit as if he had been caught. He held your gaze for a couple of seconds before taking a long lick, from your entrance to your clit, where he sucked gently, your juices mixing with his saliva.

“You taste so good,” he muttered against your core, slurping like a starved man. His words sent a shock of pleasure between your thighs, making them close against Draken’s head. However, his hands were stronger and they kept you in your place, watching you helplessly wriggle underneath him.

“I love you,” you panted, your thoughts getting cloudy. As a reply, Draken pulled his face away and inserted two of his fingers inside you. Your walls clenched around them, a broken moan stuck on your throat.

The many years he had had you weren’t in vain, as he curved his digits just the right amount and hit that special spot in just a few tries. You threw your head back, hips rising and breath hitching, losing more and more control of your body with every thrust of his fingers. He bent down once more and let his tongue play freely with your clit, his lips circling and sucking just when you needed him to and the tip of his tongue making you see stars.

“Ken— fuck, fuck—,” you whimpered. You put a hand over the one that was holding your thigh open and squeezed it. “Stop, please— I can’t— I don’t— stop. ”

Immediately, Draken pulled away, his concerned face glistening with your arousal. He crawled up until his face was hovering over yours.

“Shit, sorry. You okay? What happened?” he asked in a whisper, inspecting your face as he tried to find a clue of your discomfort. You placed your hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look back into your eyes.

“No, it’s okay, I’m okay,” you reassured him, noticing his eyebrows relaxing a bit at your words. “I just— I don’t want to come— I mean, I do, I want— but with you inside. Please, I need you—”

Draken crashed his lips against yours, and you swallowed his moan when you shuffled your legs so he was resting between them, his bulge pressing against you. His shirt was already long forgotten on the floor and now he was fumbling with his pants as he rocked his hips against yours, the kiss getting more and more desperate with every second.

Once his pants joined his shirt, he fished his wallet from one of his pockets and took out a condom. Your chest rose up and down as you watched him put him on, a small warning inside your mind that this was the last time. Emotions were pouring out without you being able to control it, a knot forming on your throat and your heart clenching in pain. Draken hovered over you again and rested his forehead against your shoulder. his breath making you shiver as he slowly started pushing himself inside.

He left small kisses alongside your neck, trying to ease the pain of the stretch that he knew you were experiencing. In all the time you’d been together, he always managed to make your breath hitch every time he slid inside you. You clutched onto his broad shoulders, one of your hands removing his hairband and undoing his braid, letting his long, blonde hair flow free. You repeated his name like a prayer as you rocked your hips, trying to get used to his size.

You ran your fingers up his spine and threaded them with his hair, closing your fist around it around the base of his neck. Draken took it as a sign to start thrusting against you, making more moans leave your mouth and your hand pull his hair a little tighter. Both your legs circled his waist and you locked your ankles with each other, creating a new angle that made tears form in the corner of your eyes. It was too intense and even if your feelings always poured whenever you two were intimate, you could feel as if every fibre of your body was holding onto him, innocently hoping he wouldn’t leave after you were done.

Draken grunted against your neck, his hips picking up the pace and finding the spot his fingers were brushing against just moments ago. You cried out and tightened your legs around his waist, feeling him so deep that you thought you would be reaching your high quick enough. At this, you put your hand on his right shoulder, pushing him away. He turned his head, his nose brushing against your cheek and his hips slowing down.

“Hey,” he said, just a little out of breath. “Talk to me. What do you need?”

You grabbed both sides of his face, bringing him closer to you. The small resistance you felt as first disappeared as he let you manoeuvre him how you wanted. When his dark eyes were hovering over yours, his hips had already stopped, his eyebrow slightly raised as he looked down at you.

“If this— If this is the last time, I want to see you,” you said, your thumbs caressing his cheeks. His eyes widened at your words and you could feel him tense up. However, a moment later, he nodded and pressed a kiss against your lips as his hips resumed their movements.

For the first time, you were able to see Draken’s small expressions as he fucked you. How his lips were parted as he breathed through his mouth and how his eyes were darker than ever, fixed on your eyes. You had never noticed how his nose turned the loveliest shade of pink when he was fucking you so good. Your heart swole and once again you felt too much at the same time. You loved him, you loved him so much. Why couldn’t you make it work?

Draken took your legs and put them over his shoulders, the new position making you whimper. Soft pleas filled the living room and he rutted into you, each of his thrusts getting you closer and closer plus making your brain foggy. There was only Draken, only him, only your boyfriend Ken who was so wonderful and who had made you fall head over heels for him from the moment you had met him.

Your hands were still on each side of his face, your breath colliding against his as you whimpered. Draken started grunting, his hips snapping faster and harder against your core, setting all your body on fire. It was too much— every inch of you was yearning for the man on top of you, not feeling him close enough even if he was buried deep inside of you. Your hands lowered to his shoulders, nails digging on his pale skin. You wanted him, there wasn’t anything else in the world you wanted as bad as him and you knew as soon as this was over, the more and more pleasure you got from him, then the sooner he’d walk out the door.

Tears started prickling on the edge of your eyes and it wasn’t long until one of them rolled down your cheeks, your moans mixing with small sobs. Draken grabbed your jaw with his big palm, forcing him to lock your eyes with his just as you had before. You saw him moving his lips as if preparing himself to say something, but no words came out of his lips. You noticed concern in his features, yet he seemed distressed as he tried to find the right words.

“I love you,” you panted, feeling another tear fall from your cheek.

And that was when Draken knew.

He knew he had to leave you.

Nodding, he pressed his lips against yours. “I love you too,” he muttered, before picking up his pace.

After that, it wasn’t long before you were reaching your orgasms, clenching around your boyfriend and bringing him to the edge as well. He didn’t let go of the hold on your chin as you both climaxed, eyes locked on each other as you crumbled apart and breaths colliding between parted lips.

It took a moment for both of you to catch your breath. As your body started relaxing under Draken’s weight once more, the reminder of your previous conversation where he was putting an end to your relationship came back. You felt a know forming in your throat and by the sad look on Draken’s dark eyes, it was clear he was thinking of the same thing.

He pressed his lips against yours once more, but this time it was softer, gentler, as if it was the first time he was kissing you at all. It didn’t last more than five seconds but it was enough for your eyes to fill with tears again. Draken pulled himself away from you and turned his body as he started putting his clothes back on.

You saw him stretching to pick up the old sweater that you had returned to him a moment ago and picked it up before he could reach it. You put it over your body, covering yourself, but it wasn’t enough to make him look at you.

“Please, stay,” you mumbled. You noticed your lover’s arm tensing at your words, but he still started walking towards your door. “Ken.”

The way you whispered his name made his heart clench, his step faltering for a moment. He stood in front of the door, looking at the handle and gathering all the strength he had left.

“Just for tonight,” you insisted. “You can leave in the morning if you want, just… I want―”

“You know what happens if I stay,” he interrupted you. “If I stay, I’ll never leave again.”

“Would that be so bad?”

Draken finally turned around. You looked so small, covering yourself with his old sweater and a part of him was glad he was leaving something behind. The idea of you remembering him even a few years as you find the sweater on the back of one of your drawers brought peace to his heart. He just hoped this goodbye wouldn’t taint the memories you had created together the last couple of years.

“…I’m not losing you,” he sentenced under your confused gaze.

“Ken—”

Cutting our sentence short, Draken finally opened the door and left your apartment. In the silence that filled your living room, you could only listen to his muffled steps as he walked down the hallway.

You couldn’t understand why he was leaving.

But you knew you were never going to see him again.

[silverdelirium]

THE DRAWER | P.P X T.N

the ending was kinda rushed im sorry

summary: theo and pansy fuck you after waking you up and seeing you naked.

warnings: daddy and mommy kink, heavy smut, this is filthy lmao😭

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“y/n wake the fuck up!” a loud voice said in your ear, startling you awake. “pansy! what the fuck? i was taking a nap” you mumbled, pulling up the covers and rolling to your side, your right leg bent up.

you heard pansy gave a sigh and mumble a theo! as you slowly took notice of the rumbling going around you, which you presumed belonged to theodore snooping through your things. you peeled your eye open and caught sight of the brunette going through your drawers. more specifically the drawer.

“hey!” you yelled in anxiousness, sitting up and revealing your bare chest, blanket falling to your hips. theo turned around with a mischievous grin and a vibrator on his hand, eyes wide at your naked top half. pansy gave a disbelieving chuckle at the sight, yet growing wet at the thought of her best friend using the sex toy on her.

“well, well, well” taunted theodore. “what do we have here, hm princess?” he mocked, pants tightening when he saw your flushed state and pansy’s amused one.

“i- i can explain.” you said, completely forgetting about your breasts out on display for their hungry eyes. “why don’t you show us instead” spoke pansy in a low tone.

“i- what?” you said in pure confusion, swearing that you heard her wrong. “you heard her, show us how you play with that pretty pussy” demanded theo, bulge now very apparent as he slowly walked to your side, pansy on the other.

you were dripping onto your sheets at this point, their shameless talk turning you on to no end.

pansy grabbed the hem of your blanket and dragged it down, revealing your fully naked state.

your mouth was still agape, yet you managed to nod and lean back onto the headboard, swallowing hard. pansy unbuttoned her shirt while theo grabbed ahold of your knees and spread your legs, groaning when he saw your glistening cunt. he handed you the toy that you took with shaky hands, heart rate speeding.

pansy was now on the bottom of the bed with only her undergarments on. theo started taking off his shirt too, watching intently as you turned on the toy and positioned it between your legs. you looked over at the both of them before pushing it in, pansy giving you an encouraging nod.

you gave a breathy moan when the vibrator made contact with your opening, shuddering when you pushed it in, theo was now naked with his cock out, stroking it up and down. pansy just watched with lust-filled eyes as the toy moved in and out of you, your juices dripping down on the sheets.

“fuck!” you moaned out when you turned the vibrations higher.

pansy looked over at theo, who gave her a squint of eyes that she responded with a glare. it was like they were communicating with their eyes. theo rolled his eyes nodded, pansy returning her gaze to your eyes and gave you a seductive smirk as she crawled to you until she was hovering over your figure. wasting no time to crash her lips onto yours. you moaned into the kiss, moving the toy faster, that familiar feeling approaching, ready to snap.

you broke away the kiss, eyes unfocusing as you stared up at her. she seemed to notice your high approaching and looked back at theo. he came closer and hovered over you next to pansy.

“are you gonna cum for us baby? have that sweet pussy cumming all over the place?” he teased. you nodded frantically, your orgasm right on the brink- until a hand roughly snatched it out of you.

you gave a loud whine while squirming, looking down to see theo holding the soaked toy. pansy gave a giggle at your protest. “no- please theo-” you were cut off by your own gasp when he gave a harsh slap to your thigh. “it’s daddy to you, get it right.” he demanded, you gave a nod and nibbled on your bottom lip, pansy gave you fake pout and taunted, “daddy being too harsh on you princess? poor baby, lucky for you mommy’s here to make you feel good huh?”

“yes, thank you mommy” you said.

she gave you a proud smile and dived her head down to your neck, but was pulled away by the same force that took your vibrator out. “hey!” she protested as she was thrown to the foot of the bed. theo now came hovering over you, paying no attention whatsoever to pansy and clashing your lips together, tongue going down each other’s throat, pansy’s indignated huffs in the back.

theo grabbed your waist and flipped you over, grabbing your hips and bringing them up, your back arched and ass in the air, face down.

he looked back at pansy and montioned to the headboard, she seemed to immediately understand the message and scrambled up to lean against the headboard. her drenched underwear right in your face, you swallowed hard at the sight.

“now while daddy fucks you from behind you’re gonna eat mommy’s pussy, yeah?” theo asked running his hands down your back, his thumb on your back as his four fingers gripped your front until they felt your breasts, you gave light moans when he toyed with the nipple.

pansy was now moving her panties to the side, revealing her wet pussy to you. you whined at the mere sight and tried to reach to it with your mouth. but she grabbed your hair and stopped you. “nuh-uh, let daddy inside you first” she said, raising her eyebrows at the brunette behind you who smirked at her before removing his hands from your tits and massaged your ass cheeks, giving the right side a harsh slap.

he grabbed ahold of his cock and ran the head of it up and down your slit, making you rock your hips backwards and whine.

theo just slammed his hand down your ass cheek once again and inserted himself right afterwards, setting a brutal pace. pansy was watching how your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a loud moan escaped your mouth.

she grabbed your hair and pushed your face so it was in line with her sopping cunt. you got the hint and plunged your tongue inside her, your nose nudging her clit. she gave a cry at this and threw her head back.

“oh fuck so so tight” theo groaned from behind you. his constant groaning and moaning mixed in with yours, sending vibrating to pansy’s core and amplifying the pleasure, moans also continuously pouring from her mouth.

“look at you, letting daddy and mommy touch you like this, you’re like our little cumslut” pansy teased, yet getting cut off by a loud moan when you nibbled with her clit.

“mhm that’s right, a little whore that just wants to be fucked like this- shit.” theo agreed.

“fuck!” screamed pansy as her orgasm hit her out of nowhere, her back arching off the headboard, and you lapped it all up, humming at the taste.

you kept your head there dutifully until she grabbed your hair, pulling it up until you were supported by your arms too. her forehead with yours.

the male reached down to play with your clit, his orgasm approaching faster, thanks to your tight cunt and the sight of your jiggling ass, plus pansy’s constant moaning.

“let her cum theo, wanna see her face when she does” breathed pansy before crashing her lips to yours.

theo rubbed your clit faster and sped up his pace, making you detach your lips from pansy and give a loud, “i’m cumming, i’m cumming!” as you spilled all over his cock, mouth agape and legs shaking.

the brunette kept pounding until he reached his own orgasm, stilling his hips and spilling himself deep inside you while moaning your name, making you whine at the sensitivity when he pulled out.

fast forward to 10 minutes and you’re all heavy breathing while laying in your bed.

pansy wrapped her arms around your waist and brought you closer to her, as you settled comfortably on her chest, that familiar force yanked you back and you landed with a squeal on theo’s chest as he gave pansy a glare. she shot him a glare back and huffed lightly but still crawled next to you and laid her head in the crook of your neck.

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