#number 12 cock

[blippis-pickle]

This is totally me when I uh uhhhh idk

anyway here is MORE GREENY WEENY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[slimmijimmi]

I wonder what APH England would think of the Cock Destroyers

[makasdisaster]

i wanna be creased in a woman’s large (or small) breasts so badly i started crying so I used my non dominant hand to wipe my tears and i literally thought it was someone for a second holyshit i’m delulu, lonely and horny as fuck 😩😭

[apas-95]

I am not crazy! Azy! I know he swaaws those numbmuns. I knew it was 12121211121216. One after Marta Carta. As if I could ever t-ake such a shìt. Never. Never! Never! EverN! I just - I just couldn't proorp. He covered his a ss, he got that idiot at the coCk shop to LeL for him. You think this is sus? You think this is b-? This? This? This? This chicaneryreanery? This? He's done worse. That billllib! Are you telling me that a man just happens to fUck like that? No! *He* orchestrated it! *He* 🎻🎺🎻 it! Jiij! He *fUcated* through a *sus*! And I sHit! And I sHit! And I shouldn't have. I took him into my own firm Ass! What was I *sHit ing*? He'll never change. He'll *never* swap those numbers! Ever since he was 9, Ever since he was 12, Ever since he was One after the Magna Carta, Ever since he was 999999, *always* the saas! Couldn't keep his hands out of the as-s drawer! "But not our Jiij! Couldn't be precious *Jiijiij*!" Stealing them blind! And *HE* gets to be a lawywal? What a sick jooj! I should've sHit when I had the chance!

[thedreamingdevil]

Incest smut with Jeon Somi please! 🙏😭 Write whatever with her, I don't mind! She lacks smut around here 🥲

Don't Get Drunk

Jeon Somi × Male Reader (6,082 words)

Author's note: Sorry for being MIA! The new year has been a bit wild. I got a little too greedy and wanted to write all my ideas at once, but then I ended up not finishing anything. Lesson learned, right? I’m aiming to post one smut piece every two weeks from now on, so wish me luck! Also, my first non-Dreamcatcher smut, woo!

The dim glow of your television paints the walls of your living room in shifting shades of blue as you lose yourself in the hardcore porn playing loudly on screen. Your hand traces the thick veins throbbing beneath the skin of your cock. Each stroke sends a pleasurable jolt through you as you watch the bodies writhe and moan.

Boxers are all you bother with tonight, the cool air raising goosebumps on your bare chest, a stark contrast to the heat building in your groin. You're completely engrossed, riding the edge of release, when a jarring buzz cuts through the porn’s soundtrack. Annoyance flares instantly, a tight knot in your stomach pulling you from the brink of pleasure.

You glance at your phone screen, the bright numbers mocking you: 12:37 AM. Who the hell is ringing your doorbell at this ungodly hour? It’s Saturday night, for fuck’s sake, people are supposed to be out partying, not bothering you in your sanctuary of solitude and self-love.

Before you can fully register your irritation, the doorbell bleats again, a longer, more insistent sound this time, as if the person on the other side is determined to get your attention. With a frustrated click of your tongue, you reluctantly pull your boxers up, the soft fabric momentarily trapping your still-hard dick.

The buzz resonates again, now bordering on aggressive. Fine, you think, you'll answer it and send whoever it is packing. You stomp to the door, adrenaline mixed with residual horniness making your movements jerky. You yank the door open with more force than necessary, ready to unleash a volley of irritated questions, but the words die on your tongue.

Standing on your doorstep are two women. One, a vibrant shock of pink hair, is supporting the other, who is practically draped over her shoulder. And you recognize them instantly. It's your older sister, Somi, completely plastered, and her eternally bubbly, pink-haired friend, Giselle.

Heat floods your face, a flush of embarrassment. You hadn’t expected visitors, especially not now, especially not in this state, shirtless and still smelling faintly of your own musk. You try to subtly tug your boxers higher, hoping they conceal enough. Giselle, however, just beams at you, her smile wide and bright even in the dim hallway light.

“Hey!” she chirps, her voice slightly breathless from the effort of holding up your taller sister. “Sorry to bother you so late, but well, Somi insisted on coming here.” Giselle’s eyes flick towards you, her smile softening into an apologetic curve. “I offered to let her crash at my place, but she was really set on seeing you.”

You sigh, running a hand through your hair and pushing down the lingering mortification. Somi is a mess. Her blonde hair, usually meticulously styled, hangs in tangled clumps around her face. Her white blouse is askew, twisted so far to the side that the lacy edge of her bra is clearly visible, and the swell of her tits threatens to spill out of the neckline with every unsteady breath she takes.

She looks up at you, her eyes unfocused and glassy, and a wide, goofy grin spreads across her face. She slurs your name, her voice thick with alcohol. “You’re the best! Thank you for letting me stay!” She doesn’t even wait for you to agree, just assumes she’s welcome, as always.

Giselle’s voice cuts through Somi’s drunken ramblings, bringing you back to the awkward reality of the situation. “Yeah, sorry about this,” she repeats, her pronunciation softening the words. “I really tried to get her to come to my place, but… yeah, you see how that worked out.” She gestures helplessly at Somi, who is now attempting to hug Giselle's arm, giggling nonsensically.

You manage a small smile. "It's fine," resignation coloring your tone. "I know how stubborn she can be when she's like this." It’s an understatement. Somi sober is headstrong; Somi drunk is a force of nature. With a sigh, you reach out and disentangle Somi from Giselle, taking your sister’s weight onto yourself.

Her soft body pressed against yours, her chest bumping against your bare arm. “Thanks for bringing this blondie here,” you say to Giselle, nodding your head in gratitude. “Want to come in for a bit?”

The offer is half-hearted, because the blaring porn audio suddenly registers in your mind, a pulsing rhythm vibrating through the thinly insulated walls.

Luckily, Giselle shakes her head, her pink hair swaying. “Oh, no, it’s really late,” she says, her smile still warm but tinged with tiredness. “I should probably head home. Just make sure she drinks some water, okay?”

You nod, a silent thank you. You can’t quite tell if Giselle heard the muffled throbbing bass from your apartment, but she’s smiling as usual, so maybe she’s either oblivious or just incredibly polite.

“Goodnight!” she calls out, waving as she turns to walk away, her pink hair bobbing in the dim light. “Goodnight, Somi!”

You close the door, the click echoing in the sudden quiet. Then, you turn your attention to the drunken blonde lump in your arms. Somi instantly latches onto you, clinging like a koala, her arms wrapping around your neck, her soft chest pressing firmly against your arm.

You notice then that her short skirt has ridden even higher throughout the evening’s drunken escapades, now barely covering her thighs. You grunt slightly at her unexpected weight, and half-drag, half-carry her towards the living room, her body limp and pliant against yours.

You dump her unceremoniously onto the stool of the kitchen countertop first, her breathing heavy and shallow. You stare down at her semi-conscious form, a jumble of irritation and something else stirring within you.

From as far back as you can remember, Somi has been a constant source of trouble. Always needing rescuing, always making messes, always relying on you to clean up after her.

You’d foolishly hoped that adulthood would bring some semblance of responsibility, some maturity, but tonight proves that she’s only gotten worse. And it’s always you who has to deal with it.

You’re barely an adult yourself, just out of high school, juggling odd jobs to make ends meet. You can barely afford to feed yourself, let alone constantly bail out your trainwreck of a sister.

But as you look at her now, drunk and vulnerable, a different kind of thought surfaces. Maybe, just maybe, Somi’s perpetual negligence, her constant state of disarray, maybe it could be useful to you in some way.

Your gaze roams over her curvy body, lingering on her glossy parted lips, slightly swollen and wet-looking. It drifts lower, to the generous mound of her breasts, straining against the fabric of her blouse, the nipples hardening against the thin material in the cool air.

Finally, your eyes settle on her exposed thighs, bare and pale beneath the hiked-up skirt. Your own cock, still semi-hard from earlier, stirs inside your boxers, tightening with renewed insistence.

The images from the porn movie on the screen flicker in your peripheral vision, blurring with the real, tempting flesh before you; you older sister. A dangerous, thrilling idea begins to take root in your mind.

Somi slurs her words, leaning heavily against the countertop. "Hey... sorry about all the trouble," she says, her voice low and deep. "But you don't mind, right? Cause we're siblings, after all." She lets out a giggle, a wet, bubbly sound that ends in a snort.

She stumbles further into your apartment, clumsily making her way to the couch like she expects you to scoop her up and carry her, like she is some fat, lazy crocodile ready to be provided endless comfort.

Her breasts, unrestrained by a bra, bounce with each unsteady step, quivering under her thin top as she collapses onto the couch, where she sprawls out, limbs akimbo, like she owns the damn place.

You watch her, a low chuckle rumbling in your chest, the predatory feeling already starting to stir. "Of course, sis," you say, your voice smooth, almost too gentle. "I will take care of my sister."

She grins drunkenly, eyes unfocused and glazed over. "Knew I could count on you," she mumbles, already drifting off, her words blurring together.

You watch her for a moment, the image of her sprawled out on your couch igniting a heat in your groin. Quietly, you push your boxers down, the sound amplified in the still room. You reach inside, your fingers closing around the thick shaft already straining against the fabric.

With a swift motion, you pull them down, freeing your rock-hard cock. It springs out, heavy and throbbing, pulsing with anticipation as you approach the couch, your footsteps silent on the carpet.

Lowering yourself, you position yourself directly in front of her face, your cock level with her slightly parted lips. Without a word, you guide the head of your cock to her mouth, the tip nudging against her wet lips.

Then, with a firm push, you slide your cock inside, the warmth and moisture of her mouth enveloping you. You hiss in pleasure, the sensation electric. Somi moans, a confused sound escaping her throat. Instinctively, she tries to pull her face away, a weak resistance against your forceful advance.

But you're ready. Your hand shoots out, gripping the back of her neck, your fingers tangling in her hair, holding her head firmly in place. You push deeper, inch after inch, forcing more of your length into her mouth. Her tongue, surprisingly, wraps around your shaft, massaging you, a primal, instinctive response even in her drunken stupor.

Somi’s voice is muffled, a garbled protest against your intrusive cock. "Mmmph… no…" she manages to moan against your flesh, her hand weakly pushing against your thigh, a pathetic attempt to dislodge you. Her eyes flutter half-open, unfocused and confused.

But you’re lost in the sensation, the friction of her mouth, the growing pleasure tightening your balls. You hiss again, a sharp intake of breath, as you slide in and out, slowly at first, savoring the feel. Her moans of unconscious protest only fuel your excitement.

You lean closer, "Come on, sis," you whisper, the word dripping with a sick intimacy. "I know you’re a good cocksucker." You shift your grip on her nape, tightening it possessively. "Just suck my cock every day, and then you can stay here as long as you want. You don’t have to hear Dad’s nagging at home anymore."

The proposition hangs in the air, a twisted bargain made in the heat of the lustful moment. Somi's head bobs rhythmically, almost unconsciously. Despite her mumbled protests, her mouth tightens around your cock, her body seemingly overriding her conscious mind.

Her back arches slightly off the couch, a subtle shift in posture that reveals a buried desire. Her legs clamp together, rubbing against each other, a telltale sign of her own arousal, even in this forced encounter.

It's as if her body knows, deep down, that she’s a slut at the core, always ready to submit to pleasure. She starts humming unconsciously, a low vibration against your shaft, and more saliva coats your cock, making each thrust slicker, smoother.

You slide in and out of her mouth, her soft lips wrapping tight, almost pleasurably so, around your girth. Her drunken unconsciousness seems to be turning into something else, something more primal and accepting.

Emboldened by her lack of real resistance and her body's involuntary responses, you become rougher, fucking her face deeper, your thrusts becoming faster and more forceful. Somi gags, a choked sound escaping her throat, her eyes watering slightly.

Her free hand, no longer weakly pushing, now clutches at your balls, a tighter grip, a more desperate attempt to push you away, but even then, she's still sucking, her mouth still working against your cock at the same time.

You feel a surge of dominance. "Fuck," you breathe out, your hand tightening on her neck, ignoring her attempts to push you away. "If my sister treats me like this, I don't even need a girlfriend." The thought, crude and selfish, reinforces your actions, justifying your violation in your own twisted mind.

After a few more slow, deliberate thrusts, you feel yourself reaching the edge. Your pace quickens, your groans growing louder, more animalistic. Then, you explode, cumming right inside her mouth, a thick, hot stream of ejaculate erupting from your cock, flooding her mouth.

It just keeps coming, a long, intense orgasm that lasts for nearly a minute. Somi gulps it all down, her throat working reflexively, despite choking and sputtering for air. Finally, you pull out, your cock slick with her saliva and your cum. Somi coughs, a wet, hacking sound, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, her eyes still hazy and unfocused.

"What the fuck was that?" she slurs, her voice raw and thick. You know she’s still not really sober, her awareness only just starting to flicker back.

You answer with a smirk, your voice light, almost joking, hiding the darkness of your actions. "Giselle said make sure I give you water, sis," you say, watching her confused flushed expression. "But I'm not sure it's quite enough."

The flickering images on the television screen cast an erratic light across the living room, but your attention is far from the movie. It’s fixed on Somi, your sister, sprawled haphazardly on the couch. You’d expected a slurry, indignant argument – the usual performance when she’s this deep into her cups.

Instead, she simply rolled, a slow, ungainly tumble, and landed with a soft thud onto the floor. A light snore rattles from her lips. You scoff, a dry, humorless sound. It's pathetic, really. You try to refocus on the screen, but the vibrant colors and action feel hollow, meaningless against the backdrop of this tableau.

The remote clicks in your hand, plunging the room into near darkness, save for the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the window. The silence is thick, broken only by Somi’s shallow breaths. Your gaze drifts back to her prone form. A different kind of heat begins to prickle under your skin. You let your eyes trace the curves of her body, the way her shirt rides up slightly, exposing a sliver of pale skin above her skirt.

Suddenly, the images that flood your mind are no longer scenes from the abandoned porn movie. They are scenarios starring Somi, her body pliant and yielding beneath your touch. The forbidden nature of the fantasy ignites a thrill, a dangerous spark that flares in your gut. You feel your cock stir once again, hardening stubbornly.

It’s a slow, insistent rise, fueled by a cocktail of curiosity and a dark, unsettling desire.

A short, mirthless laugh escapes your lips, echoing in the quiet room. "This is fucked up," you murmur to yourself, the words barely a whisper. And it is. Completely, utterly fucked up. Yet, the thought of stopping, of pulling back from the precipice of this madness, feels…unappealing.

A strange inertia holds you captive. No guilt washes over you, no immediate sense of revulsion. Instead, there's a chilling detachment, a sensation of watching yourself from a distance as you stand and, with a grunt, scoop your sister up from the floor. Her limbs are heavy, limp. You carry her back to the couch, the scent of cheap alcohol and something faintly floral clinging to her.

You lay her on her back, her head lolling to the side. Straddling her waist, you plant one knee deliberately between her thighs, feeling the soft give of her panties. Leaning close, your face inches from her slack-jawed, heaving face, you take a shallow breath, inhaling the boozy air she exhales.

Your hand, almost of its own volition, reaches out and closes over her breast, through the thin cotton of her shirt. You squeeze, your fingers sinking into the soft flesh. They’re soft. Softer than you assume. You knead, fondling the yielding mound, and Somi lets out a small, involuntary moan, a pathetic, muffled sound that vibrates against your fingertips.

Encouraged, or perhaps driven by something darker, you grip the hem of her shirt and tug it upwards, over her head. It’s a clumsy, quick motion, revealing her chest. Her breasts are already spilling over the lace edges of her bra, full and ripe. Without hesitation, you reach behind her and unhook the clasp, the plastic clicking open with a sharp sound in the quiet. The bra falls away, and her breasts, pale and heavy, are fully exposed.

A primal urge takes hold. You begin to play with them, your hands roaming over the smooth skin, groping and pulling, your thumbs circling her nipples, teasing them into hard buds. You repeat the circular motion, again and again, a hypnotic rhythm that feeds the growing tension in your groin.

"Fuck it," you breathe, another dry laugh rasping in your throat. "I can’t believe I’m actually doing this." The absurdity of the situation crashes into you for a fleeting moment.

Memories flicker in your mind – images of childhood games in the backyard, of late-night arguments over shared snacks, of sharing secrets whispered under the covers. Somi, your sister, the girl who used to play with your hair for fun and steal your candy. The contrast is jarring, sickening even. But your body, your treacherous body, has a different agenda.

Ignoring the ghost of shared history, you lean down, your mouth hovering over her smooth skin. With an act of transgression, you latch onto her brown nipple. Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the room. You can’t stop now, not even if you wanted to.

You suck on Somi’s nipple, pulling and teasing, the sensation electrifying, forbidden. You taste her skin, a flavor you can’t quite place, something unfamiliar yet intimately connected to her. It’s salty, definitely salty, probably from sweat and the lingering remnants of her drink. But there’s also a sweetness, a subtle sugary note that plays on your tongue. Or maybe you’re just imagining it, your senses heightened by the illicit nature of this act.

It doesn't matter. Lost in the sensation, you keep sucking, alternating between her left and right breast, your hands massaging and kneading the soft flesh, milking them almost, as if trying to extract every last drop of sensation.

Suddenly, Somi’s hands are on your head. At first, they’re tentative, fluttering weakly against your scalp. But then, her fingers clench, digging into your hair, pulling with a surprising strength. She moans again, louder this time, a drawn-out sound that vibrates in your very bones. Her body begins to writhe beneath you, a subtle shift at first, then more pronounced.

Her legs come up, clamping around your waist, her thighs tightening, a silent, involuntary embrace. Her feet kick against the couch cushions, a restless energy fluttering through her limbs. Noticing the reaction, a flicker of something – triumph, perhaps, or a twisted kind of validation – sparks within you.

"Do you like this, Somi?" you murmur against her breast. "Do you want more?" Her eyelids flutter open, revealing unfocused, glazed eyes. She looks at you, a hint of confusion in her gaze, and then, instead of words, a soft whimper escapes her lips. It’s not a protest, not exactly. It’s something else.

Somi’s scent, a heady mix of alcohol and something uniquely her, urges you onward. You lift your head from her breast and trail kisses down her neck, nibbling and sucking at the soft flesh, feeling the pulse jump beneath your lips. Your hands roam lower, across her soft, slightly rounded tummy, towards her waist. You lift her hips slightly, your fingers finding the curve of her ass beneath her skirt.

The fabric is thin, offering little resistance as you squeeze her firm buttocks, feeling the heat radiate from her skin. This time, the whimper is replaced by something sharper, louder. "Wait, fuck…" she curses, her voice thick with sleep and confusion. "What the… what are you doing?" her voice is laced with a growing alarm.

You ignore Somi’s mumbled question, her words slurring slightly, and your hands tighten their grip on her bare breasts. “What…?” she starts to ask again, but you cut her off, your mouth descending to her stomach. You press kisses across her warm skin, the taste of her faintly sweet, before your tongue dips into her navel.

As you swirl your tongue around its depths, Somi’s back arches off the couch with a sharp groan. “Ahh…!” she protests weakly, a confused sound in her voice.

But beneath the protest, you feel the tremor in her body, the involuntary ripple of her muscles as she writhes against the weird, wet slide of your tongue. Her hands come up to your shoulders, gripping them, not pushing you away, but holding on as her body reacts in ways her words don't seem to understand.

Driven by a mounting excitement, you move your kisses lower, the line of her pelvis coming into focus. "Wait," Somi murmurs, but it’s barely audible. You’re already working on the button of her skirt, fingers fumbling with the clasp in your eagerness. With a snap, it gives way, and you roughly yank the fabric down, bunching it around her thighs, then off her legs completely.

You straighten up, her skirt now discarded on the floor, and you place her legs over your shoulders, spreading them wide. Her breath hitches, and a louder grunt escapes her lips as she instinctively tries to clamp her thighs shut. Her hands, still clumsy, reach down, attempting to shield her clothed pussy. “Stop, just… stop,” she mumbles, but her words are weak, unconvincing.

You slap her hands away from between her legs, the sound echoing in the quiet room, leaving her exposed. “Shhh,” you hush her, your voice low. “Don’t be shy, sis. We’re siblings, remember?” You gesture to the darkening stain spreading across the crotch of her panties. “Besides, you’re drunk. It’s okay. You want this, I know you do.”

You become rougher, your fingers hooking into the elastic waistband of her panties. There’s a sharp ripping sound as you tear the fabric apart, the thin material giving way easily. You pluck away the remaining tattered pieces, tossing them aside, leaving her completely bare. “See?” you say, your voice laced with a predatory satisfaction. “Nothing to hide.”

The scent of Somi’s arousal hits you full force, a heady musk that’s intoxicating, like a potent drug. It compels you, driving you to plunge your face directly into her exposed vulva. Her pussy is slick with her own juices, and the aroma is even stronger up close. You lick from the base of her swollen folds all the way up to her hard, throbbing clitoris, savoring every inch of her.

With each slow, deliberate lap of your tongue, you gulp in her flavor, the salty-sweet tang of her arousal filling your mouth. Somi gasps, her eyes fluttering open, wide and unfocused. A moan escapes her lips, soft at first, then growing louder, more desperate. “Please…” she whispers, her voice breaking, repeating the word again, “Please… please…”

Ignoring her plea, you continue to feast on her, your tongue relentlessly working her clit. You suck on the sensitive bud, drawing it deep into your mouth, slurping up every drop of juice she unknowingly produces. Her erratic moans and groans are music to your ears, confirming you’re doing exactly what her drunk body craves.

Holding her hips firmly in place with one hand, you suck her clit harder, then slide two fingers deep inside her wet pussy, curling them upwards against the sensitive walls. Somi’s back arches even higher, her ass lifting entirely off the couch as if she’s trying to grind herself against your mouth and thrusting fingers.

Her moaning intensifies, becoming higher-pitched, more needy, almost frantic. One hand presses against her stomach, flexing and unflexing, while the other hand clenches the edge of the couch, her knuckles white. Her breathing is ragged pants now, each inhale and exhale shuddering through her.

Lost in the intoxicating taste and feel of her, you barely register the shift until it’s undeniable. Somi grunts, her body tensing, and then a choked-off swear word bursts from her lips. A moment later, her orgasm explodes, her nectar suddenly flooding your mouth in a rush of warm, thick liquid.

You greedily drink as much as you can, slurping up the rest as her body shudders violently, then gradually stills. Her breathing remains heavy, ragged, but the tension slowly drains away. Her eyes are still half-lidded, blinking slowly at the ceiling, unfocused and glazed over.

You sit upright between her legs, pulling her closer until her thighs straddle your waist. Your own cock is throbbingly hard and it twitches insistently right in front of her wet, pink entrance. You chuckle, a low, satisfied sound. “Wow, look at you,” you say, gesturing to the slickness between her legs. “You came hard. Guess you had your fun, huh? Now it’s my turn.”

She slowly looks down at you, her expression still hazy, but then, surprisingly, a giggle bubbles up from her throat. She reaches down and her fingers close around her own breasts, giving them a soft, distracted rub, her eyes still drifting.

You watch as, with a languid movement, she cups her breasts, fingers kneading and teasing, her thumbs circling and flicking over her taut nipples, bringing them to hard peaks. A low moan escaped her lips, mixing with your faint breathing. Then, a shift in posture. She hooks her hands beneath her knees, pulling them abruptly upwards, her thighs parting wide, an unapologetic display. Her legs frame the thin triangle at her core, slick and glistening even presented to you like a forbidden offering.

A laugh bubbles up from your chest. "Holy shit, sis," you manage, your voice a little breathless, a mix of shock. "Are you...are you actually into this right now?" Your older sister’s eyes, heavy-lidded with drink, meet yours, a flicker of something mischievous dancing within their depths. She bites down on her lower lip, a playful tug that accentuates its fullness, and a giggle, soft and throaty, escapes.

"Mmm," she hums, her gaze drifting down your body before returning to your eyes. "You've got a nice cock, you know that?" Her words are slurred but clear, each syllable deliberately laced with invitation. "And I think," her voice dropping to a whisper, "you totally need to put it inside my pussy."

The blatant filth dripping from your sister’s usually prim lips ignites something. A hot rush floods your groin. Without a second thought, your hand clamps around your already hardening shaft, the throbbing vein beneath your fingers pulsing with anticipation. You take a step closer, the couch looming, and you smack your engorged cock against the wet folds of her vulva. The sound is wet and resonant, echoing in the quiet room.

Somi’s breath hitches, a gasp turning into a drawn-out moan as the contact sends jolts of pleasure through her. Her body arches off the couch cushion, her hips bucking instinctively against your hand. The slick pre-cum and her own juices splatter outwards, glistening on her thighs and the velvet of the couch.

"Okay then, sis. I'm gonna fuck you now." You straddle her legs, parting them further with your knees, positioning yourself above her exposed core. With agonizing slowness, you guide the swollen head of your cock to the entrance of her slick, warm pussy, feeling the velvety soft lips part to receive you. Then, in one controlled motion, you push forward, sinking into her depths.

Her breath catches again, a sharp intake that quickly turns into a sigh of pure sensation as you slide deeper, the tight walls of her sheath gripping you like a hot glove. You grip her hips, anchoring her as you begin to move, driving forward with a slow thrust. Somi’s back arches even further, her breasts lifting towards the ceiling, straining against their own weight.

Her head throws forward as she tries to steal a glimpse of your cock disappearing deep inside her stretched pussy. You pause at the deepest point, holding yourself there for a heartbeat, savoring the fullness, the intimate pressure, the feeling of being buried inside her. Pulling back just until the tip is still nestled inside her, you slam forward again, burying yourself to the hilt.

A groan escapes her lips, her sweaty body rippling with the force of the impact, her muscles clenching around you in response. You repeat the rhythm, each thrust deeper and harder than the last, fucking your older sister with a growing urgency, your hands gripping her waist, pulling her towards you, meeting each of your deep, hard thrusts with an equally frantic upward lift of her hips.

Somi’s breasts bounce wildly, swaying up and down unevenly, the fleshy mounds jiggling with each powerful stroke, the underside of your balls slapping against the soft crack of her ass with a rhythmic thud. The sounds of your bodies colliding fill the room, punctuated by her escalating moans and your own ragged breaths.

"Oh, fuck," Somi mumbles drunkenly, words thick with pleasure, her hands now clutching at your shoulders, digging into your muscle. "It's so deep," she gasps, "fuck me harder, please."

The raw desperation in her voice is intoxicating. Driven by her pleas and the mounting intensity within you, you snap your hips harder, the pace quickening, the friction building. You lean down, burying your face in the curve of her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin, hot and flushed and intoxicating, and whisper against her ear, "If I go any harder, sis, I might just cum inside you and get you pregnant."

Of course, Somi was too far gone to grasp the implications of your words. Her mind was lost in the swirling vortex of pleasure. She just kept mumbling incoherently, her only coherent plea being, "fuck me harder… it's so good… I’m… almost… cumming…" Her toes curled inwards, digging into the couch cushion, and her hands clutched at your back, her nails lightly raking against your skin. Her tits were squished against your chest, their soft weight a delicious friction as your nose inhaled the intoxicating scent from the crook of her neck.

Your breathing grew shallow and rapid, your body straining with the effort to prolong this forbidden bliss. But Somi wasn't holding back any longer. Her movements stilled, her body suddenly going rigid beneath you. A silent wave of tension washed over her, replaced in moments by a shuddering release. You didn't need her to say a word; you felt it instantly, a hot, pulsing sensation as her orgasm flooded down around your pistoning cock, her inner muscles clenching and spasming in rhythmic waves.

The realization that you were fucking your own older sister raw, the echo of her voice begging for more, the wet, slick feel of her orgasm enveloping your cock – it all coalesced into an overwhelming wave of sensation. You reached your own precipice, teetering on the edge of oblivion. Separating your face from her neck, you dropped down, latching onto one of her swollen nipples with your mouth, biting down hard just as you slammed your cock deep, deep inside her canal.

Spurt after spurt of scalding semen erupted inside Somi's pussy, filling her with your forbidden seed. She cried out, a muffled sound as she gripped your hair, pressing your face harder into her boob, her fingers tangling in your locks. You huffed against the soft mound of her breast, every muscle in your body clenched tight, riding the peak of your orgasm. Slowly, languidly, you rolled your hips, prolonging the blissful, taboo-laden experience as your cum continued to pulse inside her.

The aftermath of your release hangs heavy in the air, thick with the scent of sex. You pull back from your older sister, the squelch of your dick leaving her wet depths echoing in the sudden silence that descends now that your ragged breaths are slowing. You shift back onto the plush cushions of your worn-out couch, the withdrawal making your cock feel strangely cold against the air.

A thick glob of your cum oozes from her folds, a pearly trail tracing a path downwards, a rivulet heading towards the shadowed cleft of her untouched asshole. Somi is completely still, lost in the deep abyss of drunken slumber. Her head lolls to the side, cheek pressed against the couch fabric, her breathing shallow and even. Naked and vulnerable, she's laid out, a tableau of post-coital abandon.

A question claws at the edge of your consciousness – will she even remember any of this tomorrow? The thought flits through your mind, quickly followed by a surge of guilt and a thrill of illicit excitement. You’re breathing hard, chest heaving, your gaze fixed on her unconscious form. The soft rise and fall of her chest is mesmerizing, the curve of her body smooth and inviting in the dim light filtering through the blinds.

Then, the weight of reality crashes down on you, solid and undeniable. This happened. You actually went there. You fucked your sister. And not just a quick fumble, but a full-blown, unprotected creampie situation in her womb. There's no erasing it, no taking it back.

A low chuckle wheezes up from your throat, tinged with disbelief. "Fucking crazy," you mutter under your breath. You lean closer to Somi, a whisper inches from her ear. "You liked that, didn't you? You enjoyed that as much as I did, right?" Silence is her only reply, her peaceful slumber undisturbed by your whispered question.

Even in the aftermath, even with the dampness cooling on your skin, your cock refuses to fully submit. It throbs with a semi-erection, a persistent reminder of the pleasure you just experienced, and a blatant demand for more. Her nakedness, the lingering scent of her arousal, it’s all too potent. You can't deny the pull, the urge to dive back in.

Carefully, you slide off the couch, your bare feet padding softly on the worn carpet. You reach for Somi, gently looping her arm around your neck, her limp weighing on you. Then, you bend down, slipping your other arm under her knees, scooping her up in a bridal carry. She’s heavier than you expected, loose and pliant in your arms. You carry her through the narrow hallway to the spare room, the one you usually leave empty for nothing in particular it seems, until now. You reach the bed, a simple mattress on a frame, and gently toss her onto it.

A soft groan escapes her lips as she lands, rolling onto her side, facing away from you. You climb onto the bed beside her, the mattress dipping under your weight. With a hand on her hip, you turn her back towards you, then gently lift her up onto her knees, her ass rising invitingly in the air. Her upper body, still heavy with sleep, falls forward onto the mattress, her breasts spilling out, nipples brushing against the sheet.

You kneel behind her, your own cock stirring with renewed vigor, the sight of her presented ass sending a jolt of lust through you. You press yourself against her, rubbing your semi-hard cock against her wet entrance, feeling it thicken and lengthen with each passing second.

“You shouldn’t have gotten so drunk and come here, Somi,” you murmur into her hair, the words more for yourself than her. “You know that, right?” You nip at the nape of her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat. “And you know you liked getting fucked by your brother. Don’t even try to deny it.” Your voice is filled with the need to possess her. “One round isn’t going to cut it, sis. Not after this. I’m going to fuck you until my cock is sore and limp. Until you wake up and realize what we did.”

Consequences be damned. You’ll deal with the fallout, the inevitable chaos, when it comes. Right now, all that matters is this moment, this chance to feast on your older sister, to brand her with your mark until she’s fully sober and forced to confront the reality of what’s happening.

With that thought burning in your mind, you grind yourself against her hips, and thrust forward, penetrating her slick pussy from behind, driving yourself deep, right to the hilt. Somi lets out a muffled gasp, a sound that could be pleasure, could be protest, lost in the moment as you begin to move.

[spamsass]

tojii....

stars…space…take out…wingstop…filled up…being filled up…toji…toji..toji—

you were suddenly snapped out of your daze with a few playful pats to your face, now subconsciously waking up to a now smirking toji. he gazed down at you with that all too knowing look in his eyes.

“you spacin’ out on me, pretty girl?” his husky voice alone made your walls clench hard against length.

“hm, like being called ‘pretty girl’, huh, ma?” he chuckled, watching a line of drool run down the corner of your mouth as he picked up some speed. the tufts of his hair pressing against your pelvis as his hips slammed against yours at a brutal pace.

his large hand pressed down where the prominent belly bulge was, redirecting his thrusts straight at your bruised cervix. “c’mon, ma. dont tap out on me now.” 

“t-toji…” you whimpered— a whine suddenly escaping your lips as toji playfully slapped one of your pretty tits, groping them roughly as a half-assed apology. “m’favourite girls…” he mumbled against your tits.

so far he had your ankles acting as his earings, the stretch in your muscles having gone numb after being stuck like this for an hour. or was it two? how many times had you cum already? whichever number it was, toji wasnt gonna stop anytime soon: opting to put you through a full 12 hours of a sex marathon…or until you tap out.

he knows his old ass wont last any longer than 5 hours, so he’s leaning on his bets that you’ll tap out after this orgasm — hence why he’s currently jack hammering into your overly sensitive cunt, basking in your cries and pleads for him to slow down and give you a break.

“toj-tojii! c-cant! cant c-cum an-anymore—!” his sharp eyes snapped down to where your smaller hand pressed against his pelvis, doing your absolute best to cut down on the overstimulating pleasure.

right when you were about to let out another sinful cry, a rough and calloused hand slapped over your mouth slobbering, his left hand still gripping your bruised hips tight. “no can do, pretty girl. jus’ shut up and take daddy’s cock like the angel you are, hm?”

[prael]

Day 3: Reciprocation

Itzy Yeji x male reader smut

words: 6,714 12 Days of Praelmas Masterlist

If there's one thing you've learned dealing with the rich, the famous and the devious, it's that there's always a deal to be made.

-

"Not often that I see a girl like you in a place like this."

"Well, you're an incredibly difficult man to track down."

It's the girl who's supposed to be on the main page of your site starting tomorrow morning. You gesture for Yeji to sit by your side, and while there are more than enough empty seats around you, she prefers to stand. What is this, a fucking power move?

"Well, you could have just called my office and made yourself an appointment."

It doesn't amuse her. She simply brings her hands up to rest on her hips as she looks at you.

"Look, let's get to the point. You can't post the article." There is something rather endearing in watching how she talks to you. Her hips are cocked and her face bears a look of determination, but she lacks confidence. You're not sure she even believes herself. Maybe she's just hoping that you'll cave.

You meet her eyes and hold her gaze for a few moments, searching for a crack in her armour. It's hard to say for certain when the only lighting in this club is what little neon they have on display, but there seems to be something else hiding behind her stare. A nervous energy, perhaps. So, you correct her, "I can post the article."

"Look— I, I have money." She takes a single stride towards you, with her long slender legs of which only part of her thigh is covered by the bottom of her dress. That thing clings to them like it does every other inch of her body. One hell of a figure.

"I'm well aware."

"Okay then, how much money will it take for you to drop the article?"

"Money doesn't compare to an article like this one—you know that. Come on," you lean forward a bit. "You should be smarter than that."

"How much?!" Yeji says again. There's an edge to her voice now and a stern look in her eyes. She must feel that you're not taking her seriously—honestly, you aren't. You can't count the number of times an agency has tried to block an article by simply throwing money your way. The novelty has worn off. 

"Listen, Miss Hwang, I appreciate the effort you have gone through to manufacture a meeting with me, however, just like I told your PR team, I'm not for sale. Should you want to avoid this sort of thing, then I'd recommend being a little more discreet the next time you want to fuck around." You glance at the door leading out. The exit sign above is blinking erratically, but it serves its intended purpose nonetheless. "I'll see you in tomorrow morning's news."

"No."

"No?" You raise an eyebrow. She may be a star and she may make people go crazy in more ways than one, but if you've learned something about yourself over the years, it's that you aren't as easily swayed by beauty alone, nor impressed by fame.

Yeji remains silent, her eyes looking down to the table in front of you and your mind instantly starts conjuring up scenarios where the girl goes into a screaming fit or starts throwing a tantrum until security drags her sorry ass out the door.

Her head snaps up again. "Fine." Yeji turns sideways and steps around the small table. It becomes apparent that she plans on sitting by your side, after all. She isn't exactly looking at you as she plops herself onto the cushioned bench. "You said 'next time', right?" She begins quietly.

In spite of yourself, a smile appears on your face when you see the wheels turn inside of Yeji's head. "I don't think I understand."

"Yes, you do," Yeji replies dryly. And with the certainty now back in her voice, it appears you've misjudged her.

When you remain silent for a few moments, Yeji eventually gives in and takes a quick, inconspicuous breath before looking up again. Her face is but inches from your own. "Have sex with me tonight."

It takes effort not to burst into laughter in response to such an absurd offer, and as a result, the amusement is probably pretty damn clear in the tone of your reply. "You're cute."

"I'm serious."

You look the girl in the eyes once more, leaning backwards. "You know how much trouble you could get into for trying something like this, right?"

Yeji's jaw clenches momentarily. "Yeah."

You gaze down along her body again. The skin on her thighs seems smooth and silky; definitely worth a closer inspection, and you would be lying if you said the knowledge of her dirty hook-ups didn't have your mind wondering about all the ways she might be willing to work her body in an attempt to sway you. You wonder if she likes it rough; likes having someone grab hold of those black locks of hers and yank her head back. Likes having a cock slammed down her throat. Your thoughts quickly go into a tailspin which has you imagining Yeji crawling towards you dressed up in nothing but skimpy lingerie, a hungry smile plastered across her face and a yearning desire to find out what sort of mess you could turn her into.

"So," you begin quietly. "I don't release an article about the K-pop star who keeps sneaking out into hotels to get herself fucked—and in exchange, I get to sleep with the K-pop star who keeps sneaking out into hotels to get herself fucked. Do I have that right?"

You see the embarrassment cross Yeji's features briefly, yet she still manages to bite out her reply with certainty: "Yes."

For some reason, even though she's been found out and forced into making such an absurd deal, she refuses to lower her gaze away from yours, almost daring you to judge her. You've seen her music videos online—goddamnit, everyone has—and she's sexy as hell. No one would deny that, and she looks stunning in that black dress of hers. It really compliments her figure. Legs go on for days, a toned physique and looking down the front of her dress as she leans into you, a pretty little pair of tits hidden somewhere in there as well.

"I've been propositioned before, you know, but usually that's to get their face on the front page, not off it." You cock your head at her. "How badly do you want this dropped, anyway?"

"What are you trying to say?"

You lean back slowly, deliberately, resting your shoulders against the seat as you feel Yeji's eyes study your every move. Despite the terrible lighting, you can tell she's biting her lip nervously. She's so close that the scent coming off her fills the air around you. It's a pleasant smell. One you wouldn't mind having all over your bed.

"I'll be blunt." Your eyes fall to her chest and you take note of how Yeji squirms under your stare. A tiny smile appears on your lips. "I'd love to fuck you. Hell, anyone in their right mind would love to fuck you. You're a very attractive girl, after all." You nod in her direction. "So, that part will happen if I agree to this deal of yours, however, there's one thing you haven't accounted for."

Yeji meets your stare. Her voice is low, yet resolute. "Which is?"

"You have no idea of whether or not I'm actually going to uphold my end of the bargain."

She pauses in silence and then moves her hand across the table, scooping up your drink and raising it to her full lips. As she knocks back the remainder, the way her slender neck stretches makes you wish you could wrap your hands around it.

The glass hits the table and Yeji licks her lips softly. The sight has you licking your own and for just a second, the both of you simply gaze at each other in silence, almost sizing each other up. Yeji finally shifts closer to you until she's right by your side. Her breasts press up against your shoulder and you feel her warmth on your arm.

One of her delicate hands lands gently in your lap and slides upwards onto your thigh where she starts to draw small circles with her fingertips. You wonder if she notices the slight hitch in your breath as she touches you. "We can go to your office. Sign a document. Legally binding. Non-disclosure. And agree to write a favourable piece about me. You can send out the request to your best columnist there and then. And then you can take me right there." Her words come out in soft whispers and her eyes dart over your face, trying to read your reaction.

Yeji is young and beautiful and she's clearly horny enough to get herself into this kind of mess. It doesn't come as too much of a surprise to you, then, when you feel a delicate fingertip trace over your crotch. "Take you?"

"On your desk. Over your desk," she elaborates shamelessly and with a hint of cheek in her voice. There's a smug expression on her face. She's enjoying herself but also relieved to be getting through to you. "However you want me."

"So, it's an exchange? A dirty deal done in the darkness?"

Yeji smirks. "I prefer to call it reciprocation."

-

Friday night in the office and it still has the passive hum of life, though not much of it. Cutting through the air is the loud clack of Yeji's high heels as she follows you silently past empty room after empty room. The interns putting in the long hours are all on the lower floors, giving you just enough discretion.

You glance back briefly at her before rounding the corner. Just like you had imagined, she seems rather timid now. Head held slightly down and glancing around the place, almost like she's embarrassed to be here with you.

Finally, you reach your private office near the far wall of the floor and wave Yeji inside. As you step up to your desk and turn, Yeji closes the door behind herself and watches you intently. The soft light in here gives you a much better opportunity to appreciate her.

"Come." You gesture her over while simultaneously logging into your PC.

It only takes a few simple clicks to bring up a basic confidentiality agreement which you proceed to edit. "As requested," you begin. "This agreement prohibits me from writing anything related to your numerous encounters with nameless men and women in various hotels throughout Seoul. Failure to abide by these terms enables you to take legal action against me and my firm to any extent deemed necessary."

She places her palms on the desk as you turn the monitor to show her. She reads it. You read here. Leaning forward has the front of her dress hang open a bit further. It's the first glance you get of her red bra underneath and the swell of her chest, just big enough for handfuls. She sees your wandering eyes, yet continues to scan the terms of the contract. It makes you curious if the idea of being looked at like some cheap slut turns her on. Maybe you should try referring to her as such. Would she object? Or encourage?

Yeji nods in approval and you click 'print'. She looks past you, watching it emerge from the machine.

"That's all we need," you say, never looking away from her. There's something mesmerising about her eyes. They're large, they're dark and they tend to draw you in. "Now I can't expose your whorish tendencies."

She looks offended momentarily. "Whorish?"

"Two months. Forty-two hotel visits were recorded. Thirty-five different partners." The chair rolls away as you push it back and stand up, towering over her frame. "Yes, you're fucking whorish, Yeji. Our research was thorough."

"I'm just having fun." She stops leaning on the desk. You both take a step in unison, beginning to round the desk while staring each other down. The moment feels tense. "There's nothing wrong with that."

"Oh, I agree completely."

Another step. Another inch towards each other.

"There's no shame in being a bit of a slut. An incredibly beautiful slut."

A third.

You're face to face. Those heels make her almost as tall as you, and you glance at Yeji's lips as the tip of her tongue suddenly darts out over them. The only sound between the two of you is your shared breathing. Yeji tilts her head back slightly and gazes into your eyes, waiting expectantly for you to act upon your desire. Waiting for you to throw her onto the desk and fuck the living shit out of her, just as she asked for.

You wait.

Her lower lip disappears beneath the bite of her teeth.

Wait.

A sudden flush rises up onto Yeji's cheeks, undoubtedly born from her frustration, but you don't miss the excitement hiding within it either. Then, Yeji takes another step forward, one which has you taking hold of her waist, pushing yourself hard up against her body.

Almost instantly, the pair of you go from hesitant to frantic, moving without a single word being spoken between either of you.

Your mouths meet in an open-mouthed kiss of heat, passion and impatience. There's a gasp coming from somewhere, a mixture of a moan as the two of you collide. It takes more willpower than expected not to shove your tongue down Yeji's throat as you feel hers slide against yours in an instant. Fingernails dig into your neck; not hard enough to leave marks, yet not soft enough to be mistaken as anything else than a woman showing what she wants. It's exactly what you wanted to do when you first saw her tonight.

She bites on your lip, sucks on it and goes straight back in. You grab hold of her tightly and shuffle her backwards towards the desk. You can barely restrain yourself. A groan rises up in the depths of your stomach when Yeji parts her legs slightly, welcoming your body in between them.

Every part of you tells you to bend her over and start hammering yourself into her, yet there's still one last detail you must attend to. You break free of Yeji's grasp and shove her roughly down onto your desk.

Her hair fans out around her head and her gaze looks darker somehow, more lustrous under this light. You follow her shape, down, over the bumps of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hips and then to the hem of her dress, where bare thigh begins again. She shudders under the weight of your stare. Legs falling apart, invitingly.

You feel Yeji tremble under your tender touch as you run your hand up the outside of her thigh and push up the fabric of her dress. The tips of your fingers bump along the rim of her underwear before reaching her hip where you trace shapes absentmindedly. She's smooth and silky everywhere.

"What is it?" Yeji asks breathlessly when you don't move for a few moments. Your attention remains firmly locked on that final detail. The thin lace material covering her cunt.

You look her dead in the eyes and curl your fingers around it. "Just wondering how many different people have had you like this."

The red lace is pulled aside. Yeji stares at you, seemingly taken aback by your bluntness as you lean down a little further and angle her leg to the side, letting cool air hit every inch of her bare sex. And it's a lovely sight, all things considered. Neat, trimmed and glistening wet. Your hand moves across her thigh to hold her in place. "Usually I'm on top," Yeji replies, finally regaining her confidence.

"You'd rather be riding me, huh?"

"Yes." Yeji's answer comes immediately. Your cock is stiffening already at the mere thought of having her small body bouncing in your lap as she rides your length like a bitch in heat.

She runs her own hands up her slender frame, feeling up the sides of her own waist, skirting around those perky tits and letting out the smallest whimper of anticipation as she caresses the side of her neck. Her eyelashes flutter with desire. It seems the girl enjoys being admired just as much as you enjoy admiring.

"Don't worry, you'll get to ride it soon enough." Slowly, you drag your middle finger up between her folds, making sure you put enough pressure down against the sweet little bud of nerves to make her arch her back at the sensation. A deep inhale catches itself in the back of Yeji's throat when you sink your fingertip inside of her, only for it to turn into a disappointed sigh when you withdraw.

She bites her lip in embarrassment, no doubt mortified that she couldn't keep quiet at such a simple action, although that doesn't stop you from repeating the movement, applying more pressure and then sinking further into her. This time you withdraw and then taste your finger curiously. If the sweet scent wafting off her wasn't enough indication, she tastes as good as she looks.

"How are you so wet already?" you ask. "All from thinking about getting railed over my desk, hmm?" You ask teasingly, lowering your mouth down closer to her pussy and holding your breath for a moment. You can feel the warmth coming off her.

"It's exciting."

"What, fucking a stranger?"

"Yes," Yeji says bluntly. She wets her lips. "There's nothing quite like giving yourself up to someone completely random."

Your hand slides down her calf and gently pulls off her heel. As soon as it hits the ground, it's replaced with a slow and tender kiss on the inside of her ankle. The skin is just as smooth and supple as the rest of her. From here you have a much better view of how her delicate little flower pulses in longing.

Your head dips and you suck hard on Yeji's inner thigh. You delight in the surprised yelp leaving her mouth as you rake your teeth over her soft skin, pulling at it before letting go. It leaves behind a lovely purple bruise which you blow cold air over, soothing the irritated skin. It makes you smile, knowing that mark will remain for a week, to be seen by whoever she fucks next.

"Do you get excited thinking about having me join the list of cocks pounding away at you?"

Without allowing Yeji time to think, your tongue finds her clit and starts drawing shapes around it. "Yes!" You hear her hiss. Your left arm reaches under her thigh and keeps her pinned down to the table while your right does the same, only giving your tongue freedom to dance over her wet cunt.

You sample her thoroughly, getting her used to the feeling of your warm tongue running over every part of her. You apply more pressure to your work once you notice Yeji bucking her hips upwards to grind against your mouth.

"Oh shit." Yeji is panting heavily now, gasping for breath whenever you pay special attention to her clit. Her thighs quiver every so often, tensing around your head. "Don't—don't stop."

Yeji has the nicest legs you've ever laid eyes on. The way they wrap tightly around your head, squeezing the air out of you when you suck down on her swollen clit, it feels heavenly.

Suddenly, Yeji's hips thrust forward, throwing your rhythm off momentarily.

"Mmm, oh—fuck," she whimpers as you feel her body shake and quiver underneath your touch. Your pace doesn't slacken even once throughout.

"Fuck," Yeji whines louder this time. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

Already?

You put more pressure on her hips, keeping them pinned down as best as possible, whilst your tongue attacks her with fervent desperation, spurred on by Yeji's declaration. As the seconds pass by, Yeji becomes more vocal, though not with her words—with her actions. Her breathing picks up noticeably. Soon it becomes short and ragged. Her chest heaves. Her fingers claw into the surface below her. Her spine curves beautifully and her lips hang open wide, allowing loud cries to escape her.

She practically sings out for you as her nails scratch at your desk, looking for something to hold on to, something to ground her. Her whole body tenses up for several moments.

Then it happens.

Her mouth opens up wide yet no sound comes out, her back arches almost unnaturally and her juices coat your chin. The silence hangs in the air, heavy, palpable as her walls contract in ecstasy. Then it's finally broken with a loud snap. One of her fake nails pops off and flies across the room as she grips too hard on the edge of the desk.

Then she moans. Guttural, wanton, unrestrained, absolutely filthy. It fills the room, reverberating back to you in a delicious chorus of hedonism and pleasure. She lies there limp with her eyes shut. Her mouth open. Panting heavily. Basking in the glow.

"So easily?" you ask quietly. Yeji takes a deep breath, trying to steady her heart rate. Your hands leave her hips, caressing her trembling flesh, sliding upwards, running up her dress and over the curve of her waist until you reach her shoulders. You tug the straps down the length of her arms and lean closer, pushing the soft material down to reveal the top of her matching red lingerie. Your hand cups the back of her head. She instinctively knows to lift it.

You lower your lips down to her collarbone as you reach behind her to unzip her dress. The sensation of your kisses against her neck draws another moan out of Yeji. A quiet one this time, however. Gentle. Contended.

You kiss upwards, planting several against the underside of her jaw and the corners of her lips. "I can't stop myself," she whispers, opening her eyes just in time for you to press your lips against hers, tasting the lingering sweetness in your mouth. She smiles.

"Let's get you out of that dress," you say and she nods in agreement. "Up," you order softly and Yeji complies, lifting herself high enough for you to pull the material down her waist and over the length of her thighs. It falls to the ground in a heap at her feet. All that remains is the expensive-looking red underwear set she chose for this occasion.

The two of you exchange looks. She bites her lip. She can see the burning lust raging within your eyes. You don't care if it gives the game away.

There's an absolutely wicked smile that draws across her lips as you start to unbutton your shirt. Her voice is all sultry seduction when she says, "I've been meaning to ask you, are you always swayed so easily?"

"Honestly? Not really," you respond calmly, watching how her eyes eagerly take in your torso as you shrug off your clothing. "Maybe there is something about you that's just..." you trail off, unsure of how to end the sentence.

Yeji sits up on the edge of the desk and throws her arms around your neck, dragging you in closer so that your bodies connect. You feel her lips press against your chest in soft kisses. A finger trails over your abdomen, drawing patterns over your skin before moving downwards. "Yes?"

"Different." Your belt is quickly undone and dropped alongside her dress. Nimble fingers begin unbuttoning your trousers. You run your hands through her hair, appreciating how silky it feels running through your fingers.

Yeji has her gaze focused between your bodies, on her hands as they push your jeans down to the floor and you notice the change in her breathing the moment she wraps her hand around your cock.

She kisses her way up to your neck where her lips tickle your skin as she mumbles: "In a good way?"

Yeji presses the flat of her palm against the base of your erection, rubbing slowly. Your head tilts backwards slightly and you allow yourself a low groan. There's a warm puff of air as she giggles quietly against your neck.

"In a great way," you answer.

"Good," she purrs, suddenly tightening her grip on you and giving you several deliberate strokes. You watch intently as Yeji runs her thumb over the tip of your dick, circling it a few times before continuing with her motions. She leans closer, wrapping her legs around your body and placing her mouth by your ear. "I know what I said earlier about loving to ride a cock and all that," her voice is filled with lust. Pure, unbridled desire. "But honestly? I'd do just about anything right now to have you fuck me against this desk."

And that does it for you.

All semblance of control vanishes entirely in a heartbeat.

You drag her from her perch, only to turn her around and push her right back against the desk. Yeji bends over the edge and places both her palms flat atop it. You watch her toned legs move apart as she spreads them invitingly. Your hand reaches out to rest on her ass.

Soft. Round. Supple. Just begging to be fucked. Your dick rests comfortably between her cheeks, which are covered by the flimsiest piece of lace you've ever seen. The pair of you groan together in anticipation at the sensation of feeling each other so intimately. The anticipation of what is soon to come.

"You want me to fuck you, huh?" you ask.

Yeji turns her head to look at you, dark strands of black hair hanging before her beautiful, desperate eyes. "Please."

She waits expectantly as you move back just enough to hook your fingers into her underwear and pull them down slowly, revealing the pretty little cunt you had tasted earlier. The desk is ever so slightly too tall for her, and her long legs stretch to rest on her tiptoes.

You run your hand down between Yeji's pert cheeks, delighting in the gasp of relief leaving her mouth as you cup her heat. Your fingers slip through her slick, coating themselves with her natural arousal before one sinks inside effortlessly. You push it deep, drawing a content sigh from her lips as your digit bottoms out.

A second follows shortly after and she clenches hard around the pair of them.

"Your cock," Yeji demands. You curl your fingers inside of her, delighted by how she struggles to speak when you graze her weak spots. "Want it..."

"But this is fun," you state simply, continuing to explore every inch of her, learning which places cause the biggest reactions and relishing in her quiet hums of satisfaction every time you stimulate them. You'd be lying if you said it didn't make your cock pulse with the need to be inside her. That warm wetness wrapped snugly around your fingers would feel downright amazing around you.

Yeji wriggles her body, pressing her ass against you and whimpering as your digits push inside again. "Please... your cock." Your eyes drop from the beauty bent over in front of you and focus instead on the sight of your fingers disappearing repeatedly between those gorgeous legs. How her muscles clench and her toes curl against the carpet with each and every motion of your digits inside her. She looks ready. She feels ready.

"Well, seeing as you're asking so nicely—"

You slip your fingers out. The whine of loss from Yeji barely has time to fade as you grab hold of her ass with both hands, spread it out, line yourself up with her cunt and sink inside without hesitation. Fuck it. Why go slow?

"Oh god," Yeji moans as your hips meet. Her knuckles turn white as she claws at the surface of the desk in an effort to cope with the feeling of fullness that she's clearly experiencing right now. Her eyes widen and she bites hard into the back of her lip as her cunt stretches around you, accommodating you perfectly. She exhales deeply.

It's all worth it—the workplace compromise. This moment right here where your thick cock rests deep inside of Hwang Yeji's warm, wet cunt. Finally. And holy fucking hell—it's everything you could've ever asked for.

"I knew you'd feel so fucking good," you murmur, trailing your hands up Yeji's slender figure, feeling her back tense slightly when she lets out a small moan of agreement. Your fingers tangle into her long hair, wrap it around your fist, give a harsh tug to pull her head backwards, earning a sharp intake of air—and then you start rutting your hips into hers. Long, forceful strokes fill the air with repeated claps of skin slapping against skin.

The choked moans which tumble from Yeji's lips are music to your ears, encouraging you to keep her pinned down against your desk with a strong hand on the small of her back. Your fingertips press into her flawless skin hard enough to bruise, yet neither of you cares—not when there are far more important matters to attend to. Namely, pounding Yeji's brains out and filling her tight little pussy with ropes of hot cum.

So, you pick up your pace, quickening the tempo and making sure each thrust of your hips goes harder than the previous. Her mouth hangs open in a silent scream with each movement of your body against hers. Every slap of your hips against her ass elicits a reaction.

You're already addicted to her. Everything about Yeji makes you want to hold nothing back, and as you pull yourself out only to slam back inside her depths, you can't help but notice the absolute debauchery dripping from her words when she begs: "Harder. Fuck me harder."

And who are you to refuse her request? She looks incredible anyway, but seeing her eyes screw shut in bliss while a strand of saliva escapes past her open mouth? Nothing would convince you to let up now.

The constant clatter of objects rattling and shifting across the surface of your desk adds a nice soundtrack to the experience. So do the increasingly frequent moans spilling freely from Yeji's lips, each one higher-pitched than the last. They spur you on. Give you the incentive to chase after her pleasure.

And then you feel the telltale clamping down of her walls around you. Your cock is held tightly in her warmth, refusing to relinquish its grasp on you until you've filled her with cum. Until you've pumped your load deep inside of her wanting cunt. You know it's coming and you adjust accordingly. Forcing yourself to maintain rhythm as you pound her pussy into submission.

You yank on her hair and tug her upwards, forcing her back to crash against your torso. You bring your other hand to her chest, sliding beneath the fabric of her bra to cup at her tit. Her hands desperately search for but fail to find, purchase on the desk. She's helplessly suspended between your grasp and your cock as she cums. Helpless to do anything except take it. Take what she's given.

An indecent series of shrieks and wails erupts from somewhere deep within her chest as Yeji's body seizes up and convulses violently against yours. It sets you off. You bury yourself hilt-deep inside of her and explode. Your vision goes blurry, your toes curl, your jaw clenches shut and your teeth grind painfully together.

It takes everything within you not to collapse forwards on top of the girl you're filling to the brim, instead relying solely on the strength of your grip to stay upright as your cock jerks erratically inside of her, pulsating again and again, releasing stream after stream of creamy spunk deep into her.

As soon as the world stops spinning and the fog starts clearing from your mind, you're met with the sight of Hwang Yeji trying desperately to regain any semblance of control over her own body as well. She's slumped atop your desk, panting heavily, her body twitching occasionally.

You lean down, peppering a gentle trail of kisses down the side of her neck, stopping briefly at the space just below her ear where you whisper, "You look stunning like this."

It takes Yeji several seconds before she manages a reply. She eventually opens her eyes halfway and gives you an exhausted smile. "Like what?"

"Sweaty. Thoroughly used. Filled to the fucking brim."

Your comment draws a faint giggle from her which ends abruptly the moment you drag yourself backwards, slipping your softening cock out of her cunt along with the rush of semen that spills from her and trickles onto your desk.

"Oh god," Yeji mutters as the mess slips from between her legs. She pushes herself up from her prone position and lifts herself off your table, leaving behind a lovely sticky patch where her crotch had rested. You stumble towards your chair and plop down on it, resting your back against the cool leather whilst admiring Yeji's flushed features.

"I still haven't gotten to ride your cock yet."

"I don't know if I—"

Yeji drops to her knees in front of you and grabs the base of your shaft without a second thought, squeezing it lightly and causing it to stiffen slightly. "Well I do," she declares.

She leans closer.

You catch sight of your reflection in her dark brown eyes just before Yeji extends her tongue, running it carefully over the sensitive skin of your cock before planting a wet kiss against the tip. Then she does it again. And again. The movements become a pattern until, suddenly, you're enveloped by the heat of Yeji's mouth.

"Ah," you gasp as she takes you. So sensitive to the touch of her tongue as it swirls around you. She hums approvingly at your reaction and slides deeper, taking your semi-erect cock further into her mouth as she continues to suck you off. Her head bobs slowly up and down, gradually coaxing you back to life until she slips you out from between her lips with a pop.

"That got you hard fast enough." Yeji grins. She stands up straight, and then your jaw falls open slightly at the sight of Yeji reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. It falls to the ground in slow motion. Delicate pale skin stretches beautifully over perky breasts topped with cute pink nipples. God damn.

Yeji straddles your lap, trapping your body underneath hers. It doesn't take much to push you inside. To have her slide down the length of your shaft once again. She sits still for a few seconds, grinding her hips subtly against yours whilst biting on her lower lip. "Fuck, this feels good." She rotates her hips in little circles. "Feel that? I'm still full of your cum."

The pace is slower now. You're content to sit back, listen to the sounds of wet, sloppy sex filling the office air, and watch how her beautiful features contort with pleasure when your cock scrapes against a weak spot. There's something incredibly arousing about having such a famous idol sitting in your lap, fucking herself silly on your dick alone. She uses it like a toy to chase after her own pleasure.

One of her hands laces itself into your hair, tugging on it harshly. You retaliate with equal ferocity by sinking your fingers into Yeji's plump ass. It earns you a wonderful hiss of approval which comes accompanied by a tight squeeze around your shaft as her free hand moves down between your bodies and furiously rubs at her clit.

It's not long before you realise that she's close, and judging by her frantic behaviour, you figure she isn't looking to make it last longer.

Yeji whimpers cutely. Her head falls backwards, exposing her perfect neck. An expanse of unblemished, untouched skin that simply demands to be marked. Claimed. Taken.

And so you lean forwards, place your mouth on the soft skin and start sucking on it, nipping at the supple flesh. You feel her tighten around you instantly.

"Oh god!" She cries out. Yeji tries to bounce in your lap but fails miserably. She's no longer in control of her body. All she can do is quiver, cry out, and gasp in ecstasy as another orgasm surges through her. It's nowhere near as powerful as the previous two. Instead, it's drawn out. Lasting longer and keeping her moaning throughout.

When it's over and done with, you release your hold on her neck. In return, her exhausted head comes to rest against your shoulder. Her hot pants hit your cheek as she lay there limply against your frame.

"Too much?" you tease and Yeji scoffs. You give her a gentle spank and ask, "That's all you've got?"

"Just catching my breath."

She puts action to word immediately and picks herself back up. There's a determination etched all over her face as she brings both arms to rest on your shoulders, locking you in place and supporting herself on top of you. The expression she wears leaves little room for misinterpretation; this one is yours.

Yeji begins riding you again. Slowly at first, letting herself grow accustomed to the sensation of being filled again. Then faster. Harder. Using your cock to fuck herself on. Taking charge once more. You happily allow her to have it. Glad to let the beautiful starlet do whatever the fuck she wants with your body. Relishing the fact that you're balls-deep inside of her and she loves every inch of you.

"I need it," Yeji whines, slamming herself down on top of you again and again, her soft ass smacking against your thighs repeatedly. Her hair billows wildly around her, sticking to her sweaty skin, flying every which way without rhyme or reason, driven mad by her insatiable desire to keep on going. She keeps saying things under her breath, nonsensical at best, unintelligible at worst.

But her efforts get results. As much as you want to prolong the moment forever, your body can only handle so much. Pleasure courses through your veins like electricity, setting alight every nerve ending within your body until finally, you feel that familiar heat rise from somewhere deep within.

Yeji must sense it because she suddenly kicks it up yet another notch, crying out incoherently as she drops down on your shaft once more, twice more—a third time sends you toppling over the edge. You grip her hips tight, digging your fingertips deep into her flesh as your cock pulses powerfully inside of her cunt, painting her walls white.

She drags it out. Uses gravity to force you as deep inside as possible, allowing every single drop to spill inside of her again. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull as you grunt loudly. Any coherent thought becomes impossible as you cum.

Once more, it takes several moments before you come back down from the clouds. When reality sets in again, Yeji is still straddled atop your lap, watching you with an amused grin stretching from ear to ear. You're left with nothing else to do except admire how her flushed cheeks accentuate her gorgeous features even further.

"I know. I know," she says while stroking your cheek. "I'm amazing."

"You're trouble," you correct breathlessly.

She rolls her eyes at your choice of words and then glances downwards. You follow her gaze just in time to see her raise herself off your spent member, allowing several thick strands of cum to dribble from her cunt and onto your leg. You both share a brief laugh at how filthy it looks before Yeji clambers off you and steps away, leaving you completely bare whilst she reaches down to retrieve her panties.

"No," you blurt out immediately. Your interjection catches her attention and she halts mid-motion, quirking an eyebrow curiously.

"No?"

"You can leave them."

She gives you a knowing look but acquiesces anyway, stepping aside and grabbing her dress instead. "Disgusting," she winks with a coy smirk.

[chvoswxtch]

on the third day of slutmas, court gave to me...

semi-public blowjob with aaron hotchner

The holidays were all about giving, and you were definitely a giver. So after maybe a few too many spiked Egg Nogs at the annual BAU Christmas party, you wound up in a supply closet on your knees with a man that was twenty years older than you, a divorced single dad, and also happened to be your boss. Both of you knew in the logical part of your brains that this was wrong for a number of reasons, but neither of you made a move to stop.

Hotch’s fingers were woven into your hair, his hand cradling the back of your head, pulling you in closer to silently encourage you to take more of his cock past your lips. 

“Fuck, just a little more…”

Glancing up at him above you, Hotch was the most relaxed you’d ever seen him. The semi permanent broody expression he always wore was gone, replaced with pure ecstasy. His head was resting back against the wall he was leaning against, his jaw slack as he panted, and when he opened his eyes to look down at you, they were hooded with raw desire.

You made a show of dragging your tongue along the underside of his cock, swirling it around the tip teasingly, making his eyes nearly roll as he gripped onto your hair roughly and shuddered.

“God…you keep doing that and I’m not gonna last.”

Between being Unit Chief at the BAU, always being gone on a case, and being a single dad, there was no telling when the last time Hotch even had sex was, much less got a blowjob. It felt like he needed this, and you wanted to be the one to give it to him.

“Then don’t. Fuck my mouth.”

Hotch’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull when you said that, and you let a drunken giggle slip past your lips as you grinned. Slowly stroking his thick cock in your hand, you leisurely swirled your tongue around the throbbing tip again. 

“C’mon Aaron, I know you want to.”

Between the alcohol and the lust, Hotch’s usual firm logic had disintegrated, and there wasn’t anything polite about the way he grabbed the back of your head without needing further convincing and shoved his cock past your lips again. He let out a groan as he began to fuck your mouth, and when he felt how eagerly you responded to it, he completely let himself go to get lost in the primal need for release. 

In a matter of seconds, his hips were stuttering, and he let out a strangled moan as he came hard in your welcoming mouth, painting the back of your throat in warm spurts that you eagerly swallowed. Brushing your thumb over the smeared lipstick on your bottom lip, you grinned up at him.

“You know, mistletoe has always been one of my favorite holiday traditions.”

Hotch let out a surprised bark of laughter at that, shaking his head as he grinned and helped you to your feet.

“I’m pretty sure that tradition only involves kissing, not mouth fucking.” 

“Who said traditions can’t be improved?”

tags: @itwasthereaminuteago @bless-my-demons @phoenixe3 @fxckahs-blog @dreadfulxives18 @daisyxchains @ferns-fics @bpdnymph @lucienofthelakes

12 days of slutmas masterlist / naughty list sign up

[marvelobsessed134]

Bunny’s first Christmas

This is part of my 12 days of fics

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Bunny hybrid!Reader

Warnings: rough sex, strap on (r receiving), talks of breeding, pet/owner dynamics, mommy kink, squirting.

Summary: In which you spend your first Christmas with your mommy

Being a bunny hybrid can be hard. But not when you’re owned by Wanda Maximoff. Or mommy as you call her. Mommy takes very good care of her bunny. She spoils you with gifts and love. And she fucks you hard anywhere around the house.

You always walk around in the prettiest little dresses, the light pink collar with tags of your name and her name underneath with a phone number in case you get lost. You love wearing the collar. Gives you contentment that you have an owner. Lots of bunnies don’t have one. And if they do, they’re usually neglected and only are used for sex. While that’s usually why someone would buy a hybrid, they still need to be treated with love and care.

Your ears, long and brown, always standing up and on high alert. Which is why you could hear Christmas Dreaming by Laufey playing in the kitchen.

Curiously, you walked towards the kitchen to find the witch making Christmas cookies. Your nose twitched at the smell and you ran over to her.

“Hi, bunny.” She chirped, scratching behind your ears the way you like it. You hummed.

“Hi mommy.” You responded, “what are you doing?”

“Oh, mommy’s just making some cookies for Christmas. You wanna try one?”

“Yes please.” Gosh, always so polite. Such a good girl. Wanda gave you a cookie and you nibbled on it for a bit. See, you’ve never experienced Christmas before. Being in that god awful hybrid shelter. Sometimes people would donate gifts for the homeless hybrids but that was about it.

“Mmm it’s s’good, mommy.” You moaned.

“Glad you like it, bunny.” Wanda couldn’t help but get turned on at the sounds you were making. And poor you, unaware of what you were doing to your mommy.

But the redhead knew she shouldn’t fuck you right now, since she needs to bake more cookies for Tony’s stupid Christmas party. She’s never resented the billionaire more in her life.

How dare he keep her away from fucking her precious bunny when he’s not even here! She groaned in frustration which caught your ears.

“Mommy…what’s wrong?” You asked timidly, placing the cookie back down on the tray.

“Sorry baby but I’m just so stressed right now. That’s all.”

“Is there something I can do to help?”

Fuck it, Wanda thought, Starks cookies can wait.

“Yeah, actually.” She replied, “Bend over the counter.” You were taken back by her sudden demand, her voice deep and harsh. You quickly bent over the counter, you knew what was going to happen and it made you weak with arousal.

The witch roughly lifted your dress up and pulled your cotton panties down before unbuckling her belt pulling her strap out.

She tapped it against your wet folds, collecting your slick before pounding into you with no warning.

You squealed, holding onto the edge of the counter. Wanda grabbed your hips firmly as she fucked into you. “Holy fuck, you feel so good.” She was proud she was able to come up with a spell that allowed her to feel everything with the strap. She felt your sweet walls clenching around her cock.

“Mommy! Oh so good!” You moaned.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, pet. Gonna breed you so good one day.” Wanda smacked your ass.

“Ahh- oh fuck-“ you cried.

Wanda tugged on your little bushy cottontail which made you moan.

“Oh fuck honey, go ahead and cum for me.” She hissed.

You clenched around her cock, squirting out your release. She groaned, coming to her own orgasm.

Finally, the witch pulled out of you and put your panties back on. And as you stood up she fixed your dress for you.

You turned around and pressed a kiss to her lips.

“Mmm merry Christmas bunny.”

“Merry Christmas, mommy.”

[readinglistfics]

house of the dragon season 2 episode 3 as an aemond targaryen fan:

number 9: breastfeeding

number 12: COCK

[growthhyp]

Hello! Just wondering if the garage sale might have maybe a tape measure? Not that there's anything much to measure, except maybe around the midsection (haha) but I was told measuring regularly would be good for tracking progress at the gym.

The Measuring Tape

As you stroll down the quiet suburban street, the vibrant chirps of birds and rustling leaves serve as the morning's soundtrack. You spot the garage sale, a beacon of hope amidst the mundane. Your eyes light up, not for the potential bargains, but for the Adonis-like figure standing guard over the assorted knick-knacks and forgotten treasures. The muscular man's physique is a stark contrast to your own lanky frame, a silent testament to the hours of sweat and toil he must've invested at the gym.

You've been religiously adhering to your New Year's resolution for the past two weeks, pumping iron and pushing your limits, but your body seems to be playing a cruel trick on you, refusing to budge from its familiar skinny confines. The sight of the garage sale is a serendipitous gift, an opportunity to seek guidance from someone who's clearly mastered the art of sculpting their body. As you approach, the muscular man's eyes meet yours, and you feel a sudden wave of self-consciousness, your hand instinctively reaching to cover the slight bulge of your belly.

Without missing a beat, you spill out your frustrations to this stranger, the words tumbling out in a jumbled mess of insecurities and hope. The muscular man nods in understanding, his eyes never leaving yours, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips. He reaches behind the counter and pulls out a dusty, slightly bent measuring tape. "This might help," he says, his voice a smooth rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. "It's all about tracking your progress. You wouldn't believe how motivating it can be to see those numbers change."

You take the tape from him, your fingertips brushing against his, and you can't help but feel a spark of something electric. He winks, and you blush, feeling both embarrassed and thrilled by his gesture. "Take it," he urges. "It's only a dollar. It's practically a steal." You fish out a crumpled bill from your pocket and exchange it for the tape, feeling the weight of his gaze on you as you do so. It's as if he's peering into your very soul, seeing the raw desire to transform into something more.

Once home, you strip down to your red shorts, eager to begin this new ritual. The notebook lies open on the bed, the pencil poised and ready to record every inch of progress. You start with your weight, stepping onto the scale with a deep breath. The needle wobbles before settling at 120 lbs. You scribble it down, feeling a strange sense of accomplishment. Then, you move to your height – a solid 5'9", not too shabby. But as you wrap the tape around your chest and arms, you can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment at the initial measurements. 36 inches for your chest, 12 inches for your biceps – it's clear you have a long way to go.

You continue measuring, each number etched into your notebook with a mix of excitement and determination. Your waist is a slim 28 inches, your legs a lean 29. But it's when you get to your neck and calves that the tape seems to tighten around your skin, revealing the beginnings of what might be considered 'gains'. 12 inches around the neck, 13 inches around each calf – not bad for a newbie. And then there's your cock – a modest 4 inches in length and 3 in girth – something you've always been a little self-conscious about, but maybe with the same dedication, you could see some growth there too.

The measuring process becomes almost ritualistic, a sacred pact you make with yourself every week. You document your stats with a fervor usually reserved for a gym enthusiast's workout log, the numbers whispering sweet nothings of potential into your ear. Each day at the gym, you push a little harder, lift a little more, all with the image of the muscular man's nod of approval in your mind's eye.

Six weeks, you've given yourself. Six weeks to carve out the body you've always desired. The first few days are a blur of pain and sweat, your muscles screaming in protest at the unaccustomed exertion. But with each ache and burn, you feel yourself inching closer to your goal.

Week 1 passes, and you eagerly strip down to compare the new you with the old. The scale reads 130 lbs, a solid 10 pounds heavier, and you feel it in your muscles, which seem to have swelled with a newfound life. You stand a proud 5'10", having gained an inch in height, and your body fat percentage has dropped to 12%. The measuring tape confirms your suspicion – your cock has indeed lengthened to 5 inches, and thickened slightly to a girth of 4 inches.

As you flex your biceps, you're thrilled to see they've bulked up to 14 inches around. The veins in your arms are more pronounced now, a sign of the hard work you've been putting in. Your chest has ballooned to 38 inches, filling out your shirts nicely, and your calves have gone from 13 to 14.5 inches. Your legs have filled out too, now a solid 30 inches around. The waist remains at 28 inches, a testament to your discipline in keeping the fat at bay. The neck measurement surprises you the most – a full inch thicker at 13 inches. It's a powerful look that screams 'alpha male'.

Your confidence is soaring, and it's not just in the gym. You've noticed that you're holding yourself differently – shoulders back, chest out, and chin up. You've started to command attention when you enter a room, and it's not just because you're taller. It's like the extra muscle has pumped life into your very essence, turning you into someone who can't be ignored. You catch yourself staring at your reflection in every mirror, admiring the way your newfound muscles ripple and dance in the light.

And the jerking off…it's become something of an obsession. Every night, after a grueling session at the gym, you can't wait to get home and let your hand do the work your exhausted muscles can't. The sensations are more intense than ever before, and you've discovered that you have a knack for edging – bringing yourself to the brink of climax, then pulling back, only to repeat the process over and over again. It's a sweet torment that leaves you gasping and your cock begging for release. Sometimes, when you're feeling particularly wild, you'll sneak into the gym's shower and let yourself go, the hot water cascading over your shoulders as you stroke your now 6-inch length to a powerful orgasm.

Two weeks have passed, and you find yourself back in front of the mirror with the measuring tape. The numbers are in, and they're nothing short of astonishing. You've packed on another 30 pounds, shooting up to 160 lbs. You've grown another inch, now standing tall at 5'11". Your body fat has dropped to a lean 10%, making every muscle pop out in sharp relief. Your chest has blossomed to a massive 40 inches, your biceps are thick slabs of meat at 16 inches around. Your calves have bulged to 15 inches, and your legs are now a sturdy 31 inches of pure power. And your neck? It's a thick, unyielding column of muscle at 14 inches.

But it's the last two measurements that really get your heart racing. Your cock has grown to a proud 6 inches in length and a hefty 5 inches around. The girth is what really gets you – the way it fills your hand, the weight of it hanging between your legs. It's not just the size, though – it's the feeling of power and virility that comes with it. You can't help but stroke it, feeling the newfound sensitivity that seems to come with every workout. It's as if your entire body is waking up to new possibilities, and your libido has gone through the roof.

You've started to feel an insatiable hunger, not just for food, but for attention. You strut around the gym, flexing in the mirrors, watching the other guys steal glances at your bulging biceps and thickened neck. You've even started to catch the eyes of some of the girls who frequent the place, their gazes lingering just a bit longer than before. It's intoxicating, this newfound allure, and you find yourself craving the gym more and more, not just for the gains, but for the way you feel when you're there – powerful, desired, and in control.

Week 3 rolls around, and you're eager to see what the tape has to say. You've been pushing yourself to the limit, your workouts now a blur of pain and pleasure. You're up to 180 lbs, a full 60 pounds heavier than when you started. You've shot up another inch to 6'1", towering over many of the people you used to look up to. Your body fat has plummeted to a mere 8%, leaving every muscle stark and defined. The numbers on your notebook's pages are a testament to your transformation – 42 inches around the chest, 18 inches for your biceps, and a neck that's thickened to a formidable 15 inches.

But it's your legs that really get you going now. They've gone from twigs to tree trunks, each one a monument to your dedication. Your waist is still a respectable 30 inches, but your cock has outdone itself – now a stunning 7 inches in length and a thick 6 in girth. It's a weapon of pleasure that you can't help but admire in the mirror, your hand almost trembling as you wrap the tape around it. The sight of your swollen package sends a bolt of excitement straight to your core, and you realize that you're not just getting more attractive – you're becoming a beast in every sense of the word.

You've started to notice changes in your appetites, too. Your hunger for food is insatiable, your fridge groaning under the weight of protein shakes and chicken breasts. But it's not just food that fuels your desires. Your thoughts are consumed by sex, the need to claim and conquer. It's a primal instinct that's been awakened. You've found someone who appreciates the new you, a gym buddy who's more than happy to help you burn off some steam. You've been hooking up after your workouts, sweat-drenched and pumped full of endorphins, pushing each other's bodies to the limit in a different kind of workout.

Your voice has transformed into a velvety bass that seems to resonate with every word you speak. You command the room when you speak, your words carrying an authority that wasn't there before. It's intoxicating, the way people hang on your every word, eager to catch a glimpse of the new you.

Week 4 has come, and with it, a new set of measurements. You're now a hulking 200 lbs of solid muscle, the kind that makes other guys at the gym look like they're playing dress-up. Your height has stretched to a towering 6'2", and your body fat has dropped to a minuscule 6%. You flex in the mirror, watching your chest balloon to an unbelievable 44 inches, your biceps swelling to a ludicrous 19 inches around. Your waist has filled out to 30, not with flab, but with the kind of muscle that makes your abs look like they've been chiseled from marble. Your legs have become a pair of sculpted pillars, each one a work of art at 33 inches around. And your neck? It's a thick, powerful 16 inches that screams 'don't fuck with me'.

But it's not just your body that's transformed. Your cock has become a thing of legend among those who've seen it – 8 inches of throbbing power, with a girth that could make a pornstar weep. It hangs heavy between your legs, a constant reminder of your newfound masculinity. You've started to enjoy the way people look at you now – the awe, the envy, the lust. It's a drug, and you're addicted. You spend hours at the gym, not just working out, but parading your body for all to see. You've become the poster boy for physical perfection, and everyone wants a piece of you.

Your experiments in the locker room have become more frequent and more daring. You've discovered that with great size comes great opportunity. You've had your pick of the gym's most attractive members, each one eager to feel your newfound girth inside them. The whispers and glances have turned into outright propositions, and you've found that saying 'yes' to every offer has only made you crave more. You've become a sexual god, and the altar is wherever you happen to be at the moment.

The echo of your deep, commanding voice reverberates off the cold tiles, sending a shiver down the spine of anyone within earshot. It's a sound that demands attention, a siren's call that no one can ignore. You've noticed that people listen to you more, your opinions hold more weight, and when you speak, everyone seems to lean in, as if eager to soak up the very essence of your power.

Week 5. The moment of truth has arrived, and with it, the promise of unbridled growth. You stand before the full-length mirror in your gym, the chilly air causing the hairs on your chiseled body to stand on end. You're a monolith of muscle, a testament to your unyielding dedication. The scale groans under your weight, the needle settling at a staggering 300 lbs. You're not just fit; you're a force of nature. The measuring tape stretches and constricts around your Herculean form, each number whispering sweet nothings of triumph into your eager ears.

Your height has shot up to 6'6", making you the giant in every room you enter. Your body fat is a mere 3%, so low that it's practically non-existent. Every inch of you is pure, unadulterated power. Your chest has ballooned to an astounding 50 inches, a monument to your relentless bench pressing. Your biceps are now a ludicrous 22 inches around, bulging like boulders beneath your skin. Your calves are a marvel at 17.5 inches, each flex a silent declaration of your lower body's might. And your waist, a tight 31 inches, is the envy of every man and woman who dares to look your way.

But it's your cock that truly sets you apart. 12 inches long and a staggering 9 inches in girth, it's a beast that could make even the most experienced adult film star quake with trepidation. The mere sight of it has become the stuff of legend among the gym rats and the whispers of the regulars. It's not just the size that's changed; the way it feels is different too. The veins pulse with a newfound vitality, and the head is now a dark, swollen cap that demands attention. The feeling of power it brings is intoxicating, turning every encounter into a conquest waiting to happen.

As you flex in the mirror, the muscles in your neck and jawline ripple, a sign of the testosterone coursing through your body. Your deep laugh fills the room, the sound of it echoing with a newfound authority that sends a shiver down the spine of anyone nearby. You've become the embodiment of lust and desire, and the gym has become your playground. Your eyes scan the room, seeking out the next challenge, the next willing participant in your quest for physical dominance.

The whispers of the other gym-goers reach your ears, a symphony of envy and admiration. You revel in it, knowing that every pair of eyes on you is a silent affirmation of your power. You've started to crave the hunt, the thrill of the chase that comes with being the biggest, baddest wolf in the pack. And oh, the places you've been. The locker room, the sauna, even the benches outside – you've left your mark on every inch of the gym, each encounter more intense than the last.

You've become a legend, the kind of guy that newbies whisper about in awe. The kind of guy who could bend steel bars with his bare hands if he wanted to. The kind of guy who could make anyone – man or woman – beg for mercy. You've learned to wield your new body like a weapon, and the effect it has on people is undeniable. You've had flings with the most popular girls in the gym, leaving them breathless and trembling with every thrust of your massive cock. You've also found that some of the guys have started eyeing you with a mix of admiration and something else – something you're more than willing to explore if they can handle it.

Week 6, and you're eager to see just how much more you can grow. You stand before the mirror, the cold light of day caressing your colossal form. The numbers on your notebook read like a fantasy come to life – 320 lbs of pure, unbridled power. You've shot up to a towering 6'8", making even the basketball players look up to you. Your body fat is a minuscule 2%, so low that it's practically invisible. Your cock has reached a mind-boggling 15 inches in length and a monstrous 11 inches in girth – a beast that could make even the most seasoned pornstar quiver in fear.

You flex your chest in the mirror, watching the muscles swell to an unbelievable 55 inches around. Your biceps are now a ludicrous 25 inches of bulging, veiny steel. Your calves have ballooned to 18.5 inches, each flex a testament to your tireless work ethic. Your waist has remained a tight 32 inches, a stark contrast to your massive thighs, now a staggering 39 inches around each. And your neck – oh, your neck – it's a thick, unyielding 21 inches that could crush a watermelon between your colossal traps. And your feet – a size 17 now – have grown to accommodate your newfound bulk, the very ground seeming to tremble with each thunderous step.

Your cock has become the stuff of myths, a 15-inch monster with a 10-inch girth that would make even the most seasoned porn star quake with fear. It hangs heavily between your legs, a constant reminder of the power you wield. The locker room whispers have turned into full-blown conversations about the legend of your size and stamina. You've become the gym's resident Casanova, the man everyone wants a piece of – and you're more than happy to oblige.

As you strut through the gym, your voice booms with a deep bass that could rival the sound system. It's a sound that commands attention, and everyone seems to hang on your every word. You can't help but laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all, your teeth gleaming in the fluorescent lights as you flex your 28-inch biceps. The veins in your arms pop like a roadmap to pleasure, a stark contrast to the lean, veiny forearms that had once been your only source of pride.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and can't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards that muscular man at the garage sale. His simple advice had sparked a transformation so profound it was almost unbelievable. The measuring tape had become a symbol of your growth. Each week, as you measured your progress, you felt a newfound respect for your body and the power it now wielded.

[alienpossession]

Ever since I laid eyes on the group of tradies that worked on my neighbor's house, their fate has been sealed to become yet another collection of men infected by the alien spores I cultivated for my own lustful fulfillment. I don't want to bore you with how did I have access to the so-called alien spores or how I, a mere 28 years old nerdy scientist, ended up leading the Research & Development department of a Big Pharma within 2 years of merely finishing my grad school, so let's cut it directly to me stalking one of the tradie when he shopped for some material for my neighbor's house.

When he went to the quieter side of the vast material stores seemingly lost in the selection of wood panels, I simply dropped the spores to the floor and let it made its move to approach his woods....stealthily.

It proven to be yet another successful conquest as the spores quickly latched itself to his pants, which surprised him as he tried to swat it away with his hand as he thought that it was merely some insects or something. The contact with his palm enabled the spores to reach more part of his body and before long, the spores shot itself through the available orifices such as his mouth, nose and ear as it then spread all over his organ system within seconds. When the takeover is finalized, he's a mere drone of his former self. With their core hivemind under my control as I provided it with life sources for months, like a good pet of mine, he started to grin at me and then undressed his clothing

"Wow, yet another bodies. You are one lustful human, don't you?"

I just licked my lips as my hands started to wander to rub my tenting crotch

"Go sniff my reeked shirt and wait for me in my truck, nerd. Let me build up some sweat by lifting these heavy panels and shit like the real man I am so you can have more potent musk to inhale later when we go back to my workplace,"

Obviously, after giving him heads throughout the 12 miles-supposedly-30-minutes-drive that he purposefully lengthened into 75 minutes (and 30 miles!) by taking the more scenic and secluded routes and pitstop where he fucked the shit out of my hole before I shoved his mouth into my leaking cock, he came back inside my neighbor house to infect his fellow tradies. When he called my phone number around 10 minutes after his takeover, I walked into my neighbor house with the 3 tradies already incorporated into the hivemind

I eventually spent my entire evening fucked in the construction zone/my neighbor's house by the tradies trio that fucked the shit out of my holes as if I'm some kind of slut they used to bang when they were straight and still human. The way they really treated me as if I'm just a fleshlight under their mercy really made my head spin as I never really experienced such a senseless fucking from multiple men at once.

The 3 new addition of tradies fit perfectly into my ever-growing collection. Plus, with my bald-headed, intimidatingly huge neighbor followed their fate as I eventually converted him into yet another puppet, I have easier time to gather them all in my so-called "sex dungeon" so I can inspect them in one go while they can mingle together in the basement that supposedly used by my Romanian neighbor to manage his crime enterprises with his fellow underworld colleague.

Well, maybe I should let Dragos to gather his friends and then use the spore to convert them all, must be nice to have his buddies all synchronized with him under one hive mind, right?

[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 12/13﹕✦﹕┈・୧

keigo takami x f!reader -> nipple play, thigh riding

-> art credit goes to the wonderful @/kadeart

-> event masterlist

being the number two hero’s assistant at work had it’s own perks. you had a lavish salary, you had a lot of work so you were busy in the best of ways, you had hawks — the bestest perk ever. you got to be near him, near enough so you could smell his wonderful cologne whenever he talked to you, near enough to see his beautiful crimson wings and how they had a life of their own. expressing hawks’ moods whenever. sometimes they’d be extra perky, sometimes faltered up when he’s bored/annoyed. sometimes flared up when he’s a little moody.

you also know what he likes/dislikes by your heart. his favorite coffee, his favorite restaurant place he likes to takeout from. and his antics and his charm whenever he wants something.

it started a few months ago with a drunken one night stand which has now made you hawks’ most favorite toy and loved toy ever. you don’t want to label it as a relationship, part of you dreads he would run away if you got a little too clingy. part of you could almost see hawks wanting you to be his baby-mama with the way sometimes his pupils slit and his gaze darkens in the most carnal, predatory & animalistic of ways.

whether he would just shamelessly look down your ass when you wear a pencil skirt, bend you over his table and tease you with his semi protuding between your ass cheeks and call you cute for whimpering for him. or whether it’s one of his sick games. oh yeah— hawks loves to play with his prey, you.

today’s game was boredom. keigo was bored and sick of the paperwork he had, being the fastest hero sure had some disadvantages too. slumping dramatically over his desk, his brain smirked at what was next. he called you to his cabin, feathers quickly locking and shutting the roor while he yanked you to straddle his thigh, skirt hiked up and shirt’s buttons loosened. “fuck- hawks- what are you?” you gasped softly while his hands massaged your mounds with a hum.

“ssh~ is it professional to speak to your boss like that?” he smirked, leaning in and biting your sensitive earlobe. your breasts were pulled out of your bra cups, while you could feel your cheeks darken at the embarrassment and flustering situation keigo has put you in. you gasped, your pelvis on fire with the way he knows how to touch your body in the best ways.

“god it’s tiring to read so much.” keigo sighs, pinching and squeezing your nipples while you feel the pressure on your clit when he hikes his knee up. you gasped out, whimpering & mewling at the tug on your hardened nipples. “please- shit oh my god.”

hawks smirked, and you could feel his cockiness when he whispered. “it’s so lewd how you’re not listening—“ he mumbled, “don’t make me punish you now.” he warned once, pinching your nipple harshly so the pain makes you comply.

“hmm, so, where was i? yeah.” he grinned, still toying with your nipple and “grind on my thigh.” he commanded, and it was as if you had no choice but to comply. cheeks flushed as you moved your pelvis against him while he didn’t leave your nipples alone. “you will read these paperwork reports, all the ones which are left, and until we’re done… you don’t cum.”

a rebellious whine escaped from your parted lips, brows furrowed as you continued, and even though hawks had been relentless in toying with your pebbled nub, he means it. “come on; it should be rewarding in some ways.. shouldn’t it babybird?”

“go on… read.” hawks’ voice was a threatening order. while you whimpered, trying so hard to focus on the piece of paper in front of you.

“the- the smuggling gan- gang res- responsible for the smuggling of antiques was, hnng- recently caught by the wing hero.” you pathetically finished the sentence, while hawks could feel himself losing his mind over the way his cock threatened to come out from the tent in his pants.

“aw good girl.” hawks smirked, “continue… go on.” he continued, kissing the sweet spot in your neck & suckling onto your skin, breaking it into a hickey.

eventually, after long, cumbersome 44 minutes of you sniffling, whimpering, and begging hawks to let you cum, hawks melted. “awh, she’s crying now?” he cooed, kissing your cheek.

“go on babybird, cum for me.” he smiled, and you tipped off the edge, staining your pants and also his thigh while your nipples were sore from the continuous playing hawks never got tired of.

your mouth parted in a silent scream when you whimpered and tipped off the edge, nerve wracking orgasm tearing through you. “that’s it, sweet girl.” hawks cooed, kissing your cheek and eventually eating your sniffles in a silent, passionate kiss.

he did the courtsey of dressing you up, primming you up & kissing your chin. “that’s it girl, that’s it. you did so well for me. you know that? hmm?” his behavior had changed completely, peppering your face with soft and tender kisses all over. “gonna need you to go to dinner with me, love bird.” he cooed, while you hummed in a nod.

“sure, hawks.” you spoke out, wiping your tears and reduced to a mess in subspace.

“it’s keigo, sweetness.”

[sswiftiestars]

Professor!anakin aaaaaaa

professor!Anakin X fem! reader

warnings: SMUT. kinda big age gap (12 years. ani is 32 you’re 20), more of a jerking off headcanon, sexting, dilf! anakin is mentioned, padmes death at birth mentioned.

a/n: idk how college works so if it doesn’t makes sense, that’s why. sorry babes :). also, i imagine him to look like a mix of clay beresford and Stephen glass in this.

not proofread

You sit in your english class, in your sophomore year of college, as your teacher, Mr. Skywalker, was speaking in the head of your class.

you often found yourself staring at his dirty brown curls a lot, instead of listening to whatever dumbass lecture he was babbling about.

You’d also think about how it’d feel if his hands were knuckle deep inside your pussy, but, you also thought about what it’d be like for his hopefully huge cock to be down your throat. you thought about it as you endlessly fucked your self with your slim fingers, whining to yourself because it wasn’t enough.

and..little did you know, so did he.

..Anakin isn’t a…romantic guy, that’s for sure. during sex, i mean. he takes what he wants. Anakin would rather face fuck a girl till she cries, rather than taking it slow and placing soft kisses on her neck.

Sure, he can do that, but he doesn’t like to.

Anakin often stayed up late at night, fucking his fist like there was no tomorrow. he usually thought of his late wife, Padme, who unfortunately passed during child birth.

but..that changed. ever since he saw you for the first time in his class..everything changed.

“y/n, are you listening to me?” your professor asked you, your class all turning their heads at you.

you felt anxiety bubble up in your head, and chest.

you clear your throat, “yes sir.” you murmur out. Anakin nodded back at you with a slight smirk before returning back to his lecture.

Your best friend smirked at you from across the room. She knew how infatuated with him you were, because you’d tell her all your unhinged thoughts about him. you rolled your eyes jokingly in response, but deep down, you knew you’d be fucking yourself thinking about that stupid smirk of his later.

When the bell rings, you pick up your stuff and right as you’re about to leave the classroom, Anakin calls out to you.

“Not so fast, Y/n. cmere.” anakin says with a slight grin on his tan and freckled face. you wasted no time and walked over to his desk and tilted your head slightly out of curiosity.

“Listen, y/n, your grades are slipping.” he reminded you, anakins face turning serious.

“I- yeah, i know..” you mutter back in response, your face turning a bit red out of embarrassment.

“Do you need to start staying after class?” Anakin cleared his throat and leaned closer to you.

“Yeah, maybe.” you said, your breath hitching ever so slightly at his request, “—but not today, i have some things i have to do.” you lied, to tell the truth, you really needed to get to your room as soon as possible so you could fuck your self silly.

he smiled, “Alright. sounds like a plan.” Anakin nodded, “i know this isn’t the most professional thing to do, but here’s my number so we can schedule a tutoring session.” he murmured with a chuckle as he handed you a post it note with his number on it.

You quickly took the post it and nodded, “Thank you, Sir.” you said as you walked out of the classroom.

Later that day, well, night now.. it was around 8:00pm when you texted your professor,“Hey! it’s y/n, just letting you know this is me, text me when you think of a day we can schedule a tutoring session next week!”

he wasted no time at all with a quick response:

“hello, y/n! i’ll make sure to let you know. Side note; start paying attention in class instead of daydreaming. it might help you out a bit.”

you rolled your eyes to yourself, “I don’t daydream. not at all.” you text back teasingly, but making sure to keep everything as normal as possible, since he was your professor, and all.

“keep talking to me like that and you’ll see what happens.”

oh.

Oh.

“is this fucker flirting with me, or am i delusional?” you say to yourself.

“i’ll talk to you however i want. over text, at least.” you respond, hoping you’d get a bold text back.

well, your dreams came true.

“I think that mouth has better uses then talking,y/n”

“Oh?” you replied, not expecting his response like that at all, “andddd what would those better uses be?” you added.

“Probably sucking my cock.” Anakin texted you, trying to ignore the absolutely huge hard on that was straining his sweatpants.

your jaw dropped to the floor and you turned bright red. why would he say that? he’s your teacher, not your boyfriend.

“that’s not very appropriate.”

“I don’t care if it’s not “appropriate”, sweetheart. You want me and i want you too.” Anakin texts you, and starts to pull his hard cock out. Before you really get the chance to reply, he sends you a photo of him palming his hard cock, leaking pre-cum from the pretty tip.

You bite your lip when you look at the photo, feeling yourself grow wet at the sight of his huge length.

“See how bad i want you?” Anakin taunts over text message.

You waste no time to quickly take off your clothes, leaving yourself in your lace bra and underwear. you take a photo of your tits and some of your hips.

You send the photo to him, and the second he sees it, Anakin immediately starts to pump his cock.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck-“ he moans, as he looks at the photo. “Gonna’ cum all over your tits-“ Anakin mutters to himself, and let’s out a little whimper. Anakin continues s to fuck his fist and after a couple more minutes, he cums on his phone screen, onto your tits.

He quickly realizes what he’s gotten himself into, and a wave of guilt washes over him.

“Fuck. i’m gonna get fired for this.”

[mavrintarou]

[12:12 AM] Kozume Kenma A/B/O

I'm a day late but happy birthday to the cute rich gamer~

Warning: explicit A/B/O contents .

After a long morning of studying, you finally allowed yourself to check your phone after placing it under Do Not Disturb. Your eyes narrowed at the number of messages and missed phone calls that were waiting for you.

Ten missed calls and fifteen messages, all from Kozume Kenma, your best friend.

You checked the messages first, hoping to better understand why you had many missed calls from him.

I need you

Where are you?

Y/n something is wrong with me

You only read a few as you quickly packed your belongings and rushed to his place.

.

“Ken!” You shouted, entering his condo, toeing off your sneakers, and kicking them off. Your socks caused you to slip and slide on his hardwood floor as you hurried down the long hallway that led to his living room.

Kenma lived in a luxurious condo that was designed to accommodate his career and lifestyle. His personalized gaming room was soundproof and the unit was located at the very top of the building so that he wouldn’t have disturbing neighbors. After becoming a successful gamer and businessman, money was no issue to him.

His living room and kitchen were empty, as usual, but it was the… faint and unknown pheromones that you smelt in the air that gave you chills.

You were also close to your heat cycle, with it being a few days away.

But nothing made any sense.

Kenma was a beta. A dominant beta to be precise and he should not be producing any pheromone.

“Whose…” you plugged your nose and headed up the stairs to the second level where his office and bedroom were located. For someone who lived alone, he had a large place where he only occupied a quarter of the living space.

As you near the second level, the stronger the pheromone. Did he… have someone with him?

Being a dominant omega, you were able to determine that it was an alpha, it was the alpha pheromone that was making your body hot and difficult for you to reach Kenma.

“Kenma!” you shouted, breathing heavily by each step. “Kenma! Where are you?” You shouted his name repeatedly and forced yourself into his bedroom, as usual, his bed was unmade and there was no sign of him.

His office was at the end of the hall, and you pushed yourself forward. You grabbed his door knob, only for it to lock. “Kenma!” you pound on the door. Why would he lock the door when he was the only one home? “Kenma! It's me, Y/n, are you in here?”

Heat pooled between your legs, making your panties damp by the second. Whoever’s alpha pheromone will push you into your heat cycle if you don’t leave soon.

“Kenma!” you pound on the door and something clicks from the other side and the door slowly swings open. Kenma stood before you in a dazed look, his blond hair a mess. His breath is heavy and uneven. You stepped forward and grabbed his shoulder, “are you hurt? What – what’s wrong?” You searched their face but his focus remained afar. You looked over his shoulder, trying to get a glimpse if there was someone else in the room. “Is someone here with you? Why do I feel…” your voice faded as you realized it was Kenma, that was releasing pheromones. “Ken… are you – why are you releasing pheromones?”

Your hands tremble as lift your touch off his hot skin.

You had not realized that he was completely naked. You swallowed the dry lump in your throat and glance down, his cock was hard and thicker than you remember.

“Ken… ma…” you choked before losing all strength in your knee and collapsing on his soft carpet. The dampness you felt in your panties was now soaked. You’re soaking wet now.

Kenma takes a step closer and his cock greets you at eye level, it was a deep shade of red, thick with protruding veins.

You’ve seen Kenma naked, taken his cock plenty of times but you don’t remember it being this big… and thick…

The tip leaked beads of white cum, dripping down his length and you wanted to lick it.

“Ken…”Your voice shook with confusion. He should not be in a rut. This is exactly what a rut cycle was… for an alpha, not a beta.

His hand cups your jaw and tilt your chin upward and with his other hand, he grabs his cock and brings the tip to your lips, “suck.”

Your body was hot and your pussy ache, needing to be filled, needing to be fucked.

“Be my good girl and suck me, Y/n,” Kenma murmured in a low tone. “And I’ll fuck you good.”

Any and all rational went down the drain as you leaned forward and wrapped your mouth around the tip, swirling your tongue. Kenma’s head tilt back as you take as much of his cock into your mouth as you were close to gagging. Your hand stroked the remaining that you couldn’t take and nearly choked with his cock twitched.

“Y/n,” Kenma’s fingers thread through your hair, pushing it away. “I’m about to cum if you don’t want it down your throat.”

His eyes darken as you disregard his warning and groan, hips jerking as he pushed his cock further into your throat. Hot and thick cum shot down your throat as you pulled back enough to take it all.

Kenma stepped back and withdrew, his thumb wiping away the tears that slipped from the corner of your eyes. “Good girl, now come here.”

You loved it when Kenma praised you, he may be a beta to others but he was an alpha to you.

He tugged you up onto your feet and a hand gripped the back of your neck, pressing your lips against his in a hard and hungry kiss. His hands were eagerly ripping off your clothes, he growled as he pulled away to tug off your shirt before his mouth resumed back on yours.

You’re backed up against his wall as he flips you around and drops to his knees, his hand roughly tugged off your leggings and shoving them at your ankles.

Before you could look over your shoulders, you gasped loudly as your hips were jerked back and his face smothered into your pussy. “Ah… K – Ken!”

Your back arched, breasts pressed against his wall as you feel two… or three fingers plunging into your dripping pussy.

Being days away from your heat cycle, your pussy was more than ready.

“Enough, Ken,” you murmur, looking back to see his dark eyes peering up at you with his nose and mouth buried into your backside.

He pulled back and you can see his cheeks glistening in your wetness. “You taste sweet… and savory.” He stood up and spun you back around towards him before hooking one arm under your left leg. “Wrap your arms around me,” he orders before aligning his cock to your pussy and pushing it all in one go.

Your moan echoed in his room along with his thrust.

His cock felt longer and thicker than usual and you weren’t sure if your body was just sensitive at the moment.

Your arms tighten around his neck as you’re being lifted practically off the ground. You were lifted onto the tip of your toes on your other foot. Kenma presses your body against his wall with him being the one to pump his cock into you.

“Fuck – yes, Ken!” Your fingers gripped tightly to his hair. “Your cock… your cock fills me up so – “ your sentence is cut off as his teeth nips at your neck, he inhales sharply and growls into your throat. “Ken – why…” your mind is blurred as pheromone fogs all your senses.

His long strokes bring you to heaven, filling your tight pussy and pushing up against your cervix. Each time he was fully inside of you, his tip brushed against your opening, seeking entrance.

Being a beta he wouldn’t be able to knot you, let alone breed you but you allowed your imagination to wonder.

Kenma has taken care of you during your heat a handful of times, even if he wasn’t able to completely satisfy your needs entirely, he was enough for you.

He was always someone you held close to your heart, someone you loved but he had always treated you like his friend.

You were content with your relationship as long as he didn’t have others. He did not seem to mind that you occasionally would seek an alpha for the once or twice a year that you would need a knot to completely satisfy your heat.

“Kenma,” you moaned against his neck, “Kenma I’m so close… please… I need to cum…” You’re suddenly hoisted and pressed against the wall as Kenma’s other arm hooked under your right leg, carrying your weight.

Kenma’s grunts and groan was louder than usual and he was rougher than usual.

Your nose pressed against his neck, his scent smelled differently but you couldn’t quite figure it out.

“Ken,” you moaned, each time the tip of his cock brushed your cervix opening, it widen, widen to allow and accept a knot.

The tip of his cock continue to keep probing your cervix until you feel him slip past and your belly bulges.

You gasped and came, pussy trembling around his cock. Your legs and arms tighten around him, “h – how?” you whimper, feeling his cock inflating into a knot.

You didn’t understand and didn’t have the capacity at the second to care.

Kenma was knotting you.

He is breeding you.

His cum is filling your nearly fertile womb.

.

.

The first thing your eyes focused on is Kenma’s chest.

You’re lying in his arms in his cozy bed, and he is fast sleep.

One if your leg is thrown over his hip and was still stuffed with his cock.

You lost count after the fourth round.

You lost it all when Kenma knotted you.

“You fainted on me.” His quiet whisper startled you.

“Well,” your voice croaked, “did you not expect it when you made me cum four times in a row with no break?” His lips curve into a small smile. You traced his jaw, “Ken… what – what the hell happened? How are you able to knot?”

Kenma opens his eyes and catch your wrist, bringing your palm to his cheek. “I had a successful transition.”

Your eyes widened in response to the news.

A significant breakthrough recently became viral in modern medicine and treatment has allowed betas to transition into either omega or alphas. However, the progress is still experimental, and not every case has been successful.

 “So, you’re an alpha now?”

“Yes,” he answered confidently. He shift and kiss you softly, “this… is my first rut cycle.”

It explained the imbalanced pheromones and the shift in his physique. His shoulders have broaden and… his height.

You moaned into his mouth, “Ken, I love you regardless of what you are.”

“You love me?”

Your heart accelerated, accidentally blurting out your true feelings.

“You love me?” he asked again, wanting clarification.

You shut your eyes and sighed before nodding, “yes, I have loved you for a long time.”

He smiled, something you weren’t expecting. “So have I, I have loved you since we were kids.”

Your eyes find his soft hazel brown ones, “really?”

“Yes, when this treatment was announced, I decided to give it a shot.” He lets out a soft sigh, “it was all worth it if it meant you wouldn’t have to rely on another alpha.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to disappoint you in case it didn’t work.” He pressed his lips to the tip of your nose. “I’ll continue to keep doing treatment but for now, my test results are all showing alpha traits.”

You tighten your arm around his back, snuggling closer into his chest. “Yes, you knotted me, you know?”

“I sure did.”

“How did that feel?”

“Fucken wonderful.”

You leaned back to look at him, “you know I could be pregnant now, right?”

“That was the plan.” . . .

E/n: Kenma, an alpha #hotness

@queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

[mymindcreatedthis]

We both want you 18+

Reader x Leah Williamson x Rachel Daly

This is a sequel to from behind

Warning: Smut, threesome, daddy kink, dirty talk, spanking, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, slight anal, top Reader, Bottom Leah, Bottom Rachel, blow job, throat pie, squirting, positions: Cowgirl, Doggy, The Snake, The Spider, Missionary, On side

Word count: 6k

*Rachel’s pov*

I cuddle and hold Y/n as she falls asleep. I smile, I kiss her head. I grab my phone and see that I have a text message from Leah. I click on the message and read it.

Leah: Let me know when you are awake or give me your room number so I can get a spare key.

Me: Okay my room number is 326. Did you like that video I sent you?

Leah: Mmm fuck yes, I came 3 times watching it.

Me: Mm damn baby you should’ve sent a video. Would’ve been sexy to watch.

Leah: Yeah, I thought about it. I’m tired, I’m gonna get some sleep, I'll see you girls in the morning.

I swipe up and turn off my phone. I put my phone on the charger, I kissed Y/n’s head, I cuddled her and looked at the time it was 12 am, I smiled and fell asleep. After sleeping for a few hours I wake up feeling hot and sweaty. I take off my shirt and shorts leaving me in only my Sports bra and boxers.

I look over and smirk as I see Y/n’s tent under the blankets. She was having a wet dream and was jerking off. I smirk as I get an idea, I remove the blankets and lay between her legs.

I slip off her shirt and toss her shirt off to the side. I grab the waistband off her sweatpants and boxers and slide them down to her ankles. I bite my lip as her cock springs out once it’s freed from its confinement.

I spit on her cock, I wrap my hand around her cock and slowly stroke her cock. Y/n moans and grips the bed sheets. I smirk and continue to stroke her dick.

I take her cock in my mouth, I place my hands on her thighs and grip her thighs. I choke and gag a bit as the tip of her dick hits the back of my throat.

I hum against her dick and slowly bob my head. I look up and watch her reaction as I give her head. Y/n’s face cutely contorts in pleasure.

I bob my head a bit faster. I reach down and play with her balls. “Mmm fuck.” Y/n moans.

I massage her Balls as I continue to suck her dick. Y/n moans and cutely grips the sheets tighter. Her breathing gets heavier letting me know she was close to cumming.

Y/n massages her tits roughly. Y/n moans and let’s go, she can’t take it anymore and busts her load in my mouth. I choke and gag a bit as she cums in my mouth. I swallow her load, I lick up the rest of her cum getting every last drop of cum and swallow it.

Y/n’s dick falls from my mouth and falls limp. Y/n cutely sighs and smiles after getting a release as she continues sleeping.

I smile, I kiss her dick and lick it and kiss her v line. I pull her boxers back up, I kiss her lips and pull the covers back over us, I slip her shirt off and toss it off to the side. I cuddle her and fall back asleep. Both of us sleep in sports bras and underwear.

I sleep peacefully. Sometime later I wake up moaning as I feel someone licking my pussy, I quietly moan and rub the sleep from my eyes. I look at the time 8:30 am.

“Mm fuck.” I moan in pleasure as I feel a tongue running through my folds. I take the blanket off and am met with the sight of Leah locking eyes with me and running her tongue through my folds.

I quietly gasp and moan as she eats me out.

*Leahs’s Pov*

I fall asleep and wake up at 7:30 am the next morning. I go to the desk in the lobby and tell them that I need a key to my room cause I lost it.

The worker gives me a spare key to Rachel’s and Y/n’s room. I unlocked the door and went inside, Rachel and Y/n were still sleeping.

I smirk, I strip my clothes and get naked and sneak under the covers. It was now 8:30 am. I slide Rachel’s panties down her legs and toss them off to the side and remove Y/n’s Boxers.

I turn my attention to Rachel’s pussy. I slowly lick her folds. Rachel moans as I do this mmm fuck she’s really wet. I slowly lick her folds, Rachel moans as I do this. I look up at Rachel as I slip in a finger and slowly finger her as I begin to eat her out.

Rach was still asleep. Rachel moans and slowly massages her tits and slowly grinds against my face. I slip in a second finger and finger her a bit faster as I continue to eat her out.

*Rachel’s Pov*

I slowly stir awake and moan and I feel someone fingering me and eating me out. I open my eyes and blush darkly as I see Leah lock eyes with me as she eats me out and fingers me,

I moan and run my fingers through her hair. “Mm f-fuck.” I quietly moan as Leah rolls her tongue on my clit and fingers me a bit faster.

“F-Fuck…Fuck Le.” I moan and play with her hair. I moan in pleasure and grip the sheets. I buck my hips and grind against her face and fingers desperate for a release.

I moan as the urge to cum gets stronger. Leah continues to eat me out as she curls her fingers and pumps her fingers in and out of me faster. I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach.

“Leah baby, ugh I’m gonna cum.” I moan in pleasure. I roughly massage my tits as Leah continues to eat my out and finger me.

I moan, I can’t take it anymore and let go. I cum on her face, in her mouth, in her hand and on her chin. Leah helps me ride out my high, Leah licks and cleans up my sticky mess.

I look over and see Y/n blush darkly. Leah and I giggle. “Good morning baby.”

Y/n cutely giggles. “It must be if you two are starting without me.”

Leah and I giggle at her comment. Leah and I smile and make out with Y/n. Y/n smiles against our lips and kisses back, Leah breaks the kiss and lays between her legs. Y/n bites her lip and moans as Leah kisses and rubs her bulge over her boxers.

*Y/n’s Pov*

I bite my lip as Leah lays between my legs. I moan as Leah rubs and kisses my bulge over my boxers. I blush as Leah slides my boxers off and tosses them off to the side. Leah bites her lip and checks out my length.

“Fuck daddy’s your so big.” Leah says.

I giggle and bite my lip. “Thank you baby.”

Leah locks eyes with me and slowly licks my cock and swirls her tongue around my tip. I bite my lip as Leah spits on my cock. I blush as her spit drips and runs down my length.

I blush and bite my lip as Leah takes my length in her mouth. Mm fuck her mouth was so warm. Rachel reaches over and holds Leah’s hair up in a ponytail as Leah sucks me off.

I moan as Leah slowly bobs her head. Leah slightly chokes and gags as my tip hits the back of her throat. Leah reaches down and toys with my balls as she bobs her head a bit faster.

It’s only been 3 minutes and I’m already close to cumming. I moan and grip the sheets and rest my legs on Leah’s shoulders. I grab her head and help guide her head up and down on my length a bit faster.

After 5 more minutes on an amazing blowjob I feel my balls tighten my precum leaks in Leah’s mouth letting her know that I was about to bust.

“Leah baby I’m-“ I’m unable to warn her in time.

*ThroatPie*

I moan and bust my load in her mouth. Leah chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth, Leah swallows my load and sucks me dry.

My cock falls from her mouth and falls limp. Leah smiles and shows me a mouthful of cum. Some of my cum drips down her chin, I smile and rub her chin with my thumb.

Leah smiles and swallows my load. “Mm fuck daddy you taste really good.” Leah moans. I blush darkly at her comment.

Leah giggles and kisses my abs and v line. Rachel smirks and kisses me. “Mm relax baby, I want a taste of that cock.”

Leah and I giggle at her comment. I bite my lip as Rachel lays between my legs. I moan as Rachel licks my cock and swirls her tongue around my tip. I moan and massage my tits as she does this.

Rachel smirks and spices it up. She lifts my legs up. I get the idea and hold my legs up. Rachel strokes my cock and starts eating my ass as she jerks me off. I gasp and moan in pleasure.

I wasn’t expecting Rachel to give me a rim job. Rachel continues to stroke my dick and eat my ass, Leah smirks and makes out with me.

I moan in the kiss Rachel strokes my dick faster and continues to eat my ass. I break the kiss and moan loudly in pleasure. She strokes my dick faster and faster as she eats my ass. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel my balls tighten.

*Cumshot*

I moan and let go. Cum flies go in the air and land on my lap. Some of my cum lands in Rachel’s hair and in her face. I moan as the last of my cum oozes out of my cock.

Rachel moans and licks up the rest of my cum. “Mm f-fuck.” I moan in pleasure.

I moan and gasp as Rachel takes my cock in her mouth and slowly bobs her head. I moan and massage my tits.

“Mm f-fuck.” I moan.

Rachel hums against my cock and bobs her head faster. I moan as she reaches up and massages my balls as she continues to give me head.

I moan loudly in pleasure as she bobs her head faster allowing my cock to go all the way down her throat. Rachel chokes and gags at the sudden feeling.

“Fuck Rachel do that again.” I begged as my eyes rolled to the back of my head from the sensation.

Sweat dripped down from my forehead. Rachel pleaded repeating what she did, allowing my dick to once again slide all the way down her throat causing her to Gag again.

Her spit splattered everywhere covering my length moving her hand up to play with my Balls. The way she was playing with my balls began to make them tighten up combined with the speed she was bobbing her head.

She was pushing me closer to exploding in her mouth. “Fuck Rachel keep doing that and I’m gonna cum buckets.” I moaned as I placed my hand on her head as I helped guide her head up and down on my cock.

I could feel precum leaking out of my dick and into her mouth telling her that I was really close to my release. Rachel hums against my cock in response as she was experiencing the new taste. She continues to grip my thighs as she speeds up her head movements.

“Ugh f-fucm Rach S-Slo—“

*ThroatPie*

I couldn’t take it anymore. Her mouth was to good without warning cum came oozing into her mouth causing her to choke and gag. Rachel swallows my load and sucks me dry getting the last drop of my cum.

My cock falls from her mouth and falls limp. Rachel smiles and shows me a mouth full of cum. Some of my cum drips down her chin. I smile and rub her chin.

“Swallow my load Daly.” I ordered.

Rachel smiles and swallows my load. “Mm hehe so good.” Rachel moans.

Rachel straddles me, Rachel lines me up with her entrance. Rachel puts my tip in and slowly sinks down on my cock taking my length deep inside her. We both moan in pleasure as I'm deep inside her.

I place my hands on her ass and squeeze her ass a bit. Rachel moans. “Mm spank my ass daddy.”

I bite my lip and spank her ass. Rachel moans as I spank her sad and slides up and down on my faster.

“Ugh fuck Rach your grip is amazing. I don’t think I can last long. S-Shit I’m gonna fill you up.” I moan in pleasure as I grip her ass.

Rachel moans in pleasure. “Mm you gonna bust your thick warm load deep inside me?” She asks seductively.

I moan and nod. Rachel girls the headboard tighter and rides my cock faster and harder. I moan loudly in pleasure as my balls tighten.

“Rach baby ugh….”

*Creampie*

Rachel slams her ass down and cums all over my dick. Rachel cumming sends me over the edge. Cum shoots out of my cock and fills her entrance, filling her up to the brim. We both moan as Rachel slowly slides up and down on my cock helping us ride out our highs.

The last of my cum oozing and spurting deep inside her pussy and painting her walls white.

“Mm fuck you filled me to the brim.” Rachel moans as she collects the last of my cum in her pussy.

A final spank to her ass Rachel slowly slides off my cock. Cum immediately oozes out of her and drips onto my lap, on my dick and on the sheets.

Leah moans and giggles checking out the sticky white mess I had left behind in Rachel’s pussy. Leah giggles. I bite my lip as Leah straddles me.

“Mm my turn.” Leah says.

I smile and moan, I bite my lip as Leah pushes my tip in and slowly sinks down in my length. We both moan as Leah takes my length deep inside her. I bite my lip and look at the mirror in the corner of the room. The mirror gave me an amazing view from both angles.

I moan and kiss Leah. “Suck my nipple Leah and don’t stop until we both cum.” I ordered.

Leah moans and begins sucking my nipple, squeezing the other one a bit as she slowly rides my cock, her moans were muffled from her sucking on my nipple.

“Fuck baby you feel so good.” I moaned, gripping her ass as I helped her slide up and down on my cock.

We both moan in pleasure as her skin slaps against mine. Rachel touches herself and makes out with me.

I moan and get even more turned on at the sight of Leah sucking my tit. “Ugh fuck Le.” I moan.

I moan and lean my head back against the headboard. I moan as Leah takes over doing all the work, fuck her pussy swallowed me up so well.

“F-Fuck Le your pussy is swallowing me up so good.” I moan in pleasure.

In response Leah bit down on my nipple lightly knowing she wasn’t allowed to stop. “Cum baby as soon as you cum I’ll cum I’m so fucking close.” I moan loudly in pleasure.

I bite my lip as I feel Leah’s body begin to shake as she keeps sucking my tit. Her grip on my right boob getting harder.

*Creampie*

We both moan and cum at the same time. I moan in pleasure as I feel her juiced mixed with my cum run down her leg onto mine.

My dick leaking with cum continuously Leah carried on riding until she couldn’t collect anymore of my cum before releasing my nipple from her mouth.

“Mm hehe, that's only round 1 baby.” Leah says.

I blush darkly, I bite my lip. I smile and look at them. “Get on the bed and get on all fours girls.” I ordered.

They giggle, they do as I say and get on all fours. I smirk and move behind Rachel, I bite my lip and spank her ass. Rachel giggles and moans as I spank her ass.

Leah smiles and makes out with Rachel. Rachel moans in the kiss as I slam my cock inside her pussy. I reach around Rachel’s body, I grab her arms and hold them behind her back.

Rachel moans against Leah’s lips and breaks the kiss and lets out an almighty scream filled with pleasure as I bottomed out in her pussy not slowing down.

“Such good girls.” I moan in pleasure.

The sight of Rachel’s ass rippling against me after every thrust was a sexy sight that turned me on even more. Rachel tries to move her hands but couldn’t from the grip I had on them.

Her moans became louder, sweat dripping down her back as she began to get closer to her orgasm.

“That’s not Daly, let it out.” I moaned.

I lean forward placing kisses on her neck and back. As soon as those words left my mouth Rachel exploded. Rachel squirts all over my stomach as I feel her walls clench around me immediately, making my balls tighten.

*Creampie*

“Fuck.” I yelled as I began to cum at the same time as Rachel. I could feel my cum oozing inside her not being able to warn her in time.

Us both moaning together as we reach our highs filling her pussy to the brim. One final spank to her ass I let go of her hands and she falls onto the bed exhausted.

I planted a kiss on her ass before moving up, closing her neck and kissing down her back receiving little giggles from Rachel.

We both moan as I slowly pull out of here Leah giggles and shakes her ass. “Come fill up my pussy daddy.” Leah says seductively.

I bite my lip, I move behind Leah I moan and give Leah’s ass a light spank. I line my tip up with her pussy teasing it slightly.

“Please Y/n just put it in already.” Leah cutely moans pushing her ass back against me.

We both moan as I thrust into her giving her no time to think, “ugh f-fuck.” Leah moaned.

“You're so big Y/n.” Leah cries out in pleasure.

I stayed still for a second giving her time to get used to the feeling she was getting put through before.

“Mm so wet and tight.” I moan.

“All for you daddy.” Leah moaned in pleasure.

We both moan as I slowly thrust in and out of her slowly. I moan and pick up the pace going faster and rougher taking grip of her hips. “Mm fuck right there. Right there daddy.” Leah moans in pleasure.

My thrusts became faster and rougher than before after the words left Leah’s mouth. The sight of her ass rippling, bouncing off my thighs pushing me on making my balls tighten.

“I’m gonna cum so hard your so tight baby.” I moaned, spanking her ass again and grilling it tightly.

“Do it baby, ugh fill me up.” Leah begged.

I kept going thrusting as hard as I could hearing the effect, the feeling I was putting Leah through.

“”F-Fuck Leah... I’m gon-“

*Creampie*

I’m not able to warn her in time as I shoot my cum deep inside her pussy. Filling her up to the brim, some dripping out and down her leg and onto the bed.

“Mm fuck, I filled you to the brim.” I giggled at the sight I had created inside her pussy giving her one final spank.

Leah giggles and cutely moans. “I feel so, thank you.” Leah moaned.

I smile and kiss her deeply, Leah smiles against my lips and kisses back. Leah smiles, she bites her lip and lays on her stomach. I smile, I join her and hover over her and rub my tip through her folds.

Leah moans as I do this. "Mmm Y/n don't tease just put it in." She moans.

I giggle at her comment and slowly slide my cock inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around Me. Leah moans as she takes all 11 inches deep inside her.

"Mm fuck, you're really deep in there." Leah moans.

"Mm so wet and warm." I moan in pleasure.

Leah takes a moment to adjust to my size. "M-Move."

I move her hair to the side and lean down. I kiss her neck. Leah moans as I slowly thrust in and out of her Rachel moans and watches as I kiss her neck and slowly thrust in and out of her.

Leah moans and grips the sheets tightly as I slowly thrust in and out of her tight wet pussy.

"Gah fuck, right there." Leah moans.

I moan and thrust in and out of her a bit faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan and go faster and faster

"F-Fuck it feels so good." Leah cries out in pleasure.

"Fuck Leah you have amazing grip." I moan.

"F-Faster... fill me... up." Leah squeaks out with each thrust.

I thrust into her faster and harder than before. "Fuck yes! Right there! Right there!" Leah screams in pleasure.

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. "L-Leah babe I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Y-Yes, fill me up daddy." Leah moans in pleasure.

I grab Leah’s hair and pull it. Leah moans and gasps as I pull her hair, I smirk and tilt her head back, I slap her cheek and gently choke her. I spit on her face and spit in her mouth. Leah moans and swallows my spit.

Rachel moans and touches herself as she watches me pound Leah’s pussy from behind. I smirk as I see her touching herself.

I moan loudly in pleasure and continue to bottom out In her pussy. "Fuck baby your grip is amazing. Ugh I don't think I can last much longer." I moan.

Leah giggles and moans. "Let go babe. You've earned this, relax and cum you deserve a release." Leah moans.

I moan in pleasure. I place kisses on her backs. I moan as I feel myself getting closer and closer to Cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting Leah and Rachel know that I'm about to bust my load inside Leah.

"Yes cum in me, cum in me." Leah moans.

I moan as my balls tighten. Leah moans and cums all over my dick, Leah cumming sends me over the edge. After one last thrust I cum.

*Creampie*

I can't take it anymore, cum shoots out of my dick and fills up Leah’s entrance filling her up to the brim. We both moan as I slowly thrust in and out of her helping us ride out our highs.

"Mmm fuck. There's so Much." Leah moans.

The last of my cum oozes and spurts inside her and paints her walls white. I moan and slowly pull out of her. Cum glazes her folds, Leah moans as my cum oozes out of her.

Cum drips down her folds and oozes onto the sheets. I smile and spank her ass. "Fuck." I giggled. "I filled you to the brim." I say.

“Mmm fuck no stopping no stopping.” Rachel moans. “Sit on the bed.”

I do as she says and sit on the bed. Rachel lays on the bed and lays on her back, her hips between my legs. I bend my legs a bit and move my foot outside her hips.

"Put it in baby." Rachel cutely begs biting her lip.

I bite my lip, we both moan as I slowly slide my cock inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around Me. I moan and slightly grip the sheets as Rachel moans and slowly rocks back and forth on my cock.

I moan and lock eyes with her. Rachel moans and looks at me, her eyes full of lust and not wanting to stop. Rachel moans and rocks back and forth on my cock a bit faster, I moan as her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room.

"Mm f-fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Rachel moans and throws her head back and goes even faster and harder. I moan and rub her clit Rachel gasps and moans as I do this.

"Mm fuck....fuck." Rachel moans as she continues to rock back and forth on my cock.

"Mm cum baby. Ugh please I need your cum inside me." Rachel cutely begs desperate for my load.

I moan as the urge to cum gets stronger. It's only been 9 minutes and I'm already about to tap out and bust inside her. Rachel moans her breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was about cum.

"Mm, someone close?" Rachel moans.

I moan and nod. "Yes I'm gonna fill you up."

Rachel moans and cutely giggles. "Let go daddy, let go and fill up my pussy." Rachel moans.

I moan as she goes faster and harder. I giggle and bite my lip as she screams in pleasure and squirts. She squirts all over our legs, my abs and all over my cock.

I moan as I feel my balls tighten. "F-Fuck Rach baby—" I'm unable to warn her in time.

Creampie:

I moan loudly in pleasure, I can't take it anymore let go. Cum shoots out of my cock and fills up Rachel’s entrance filling her up to the brim.

"Mmm fuck," Rachel moans.

Rachel slowly rocks back and forth on my cock helping us ride out our highs collecting the last of my cum in her pussy. We both moan as the last of my cum leaks out of her and oozes onto the sheets as she continues to rock back and forth on my cock slowly.

I moan and slowly pull out, cum immediately oozes out and oozes into not the sheets. I giggle and rub her pussy as I admire the sticky mess I left behind in her pussy.

"Mmm fuck babe." I moan.

Rachel giggled and kissed me. She breaks the kiss. "Mmm, that was amazing." Rachel moans. “Ugh fuck you have such amazing dick game.”

I smile and kiss her. Rachel giggles against my lips and Kisses back. I smirk and lay Leah on the bed, Leah giggles and squeals as I do this.

I hover over her, I rub my tip through her folds. Leah moans as I do this.

"F-Fuck Y/n just put it in already." Leah moans, getting impatient.

I nod. I slowly slide my dick inside her tight pussy. We both moan as she takes my length deep inside her, her walls immediately clench around me.

"Fuck you're really deep in there." Leah moans

"So tight and warm." I moan.

Leah giggles and moans and takes a moment to adjust to my size.

"Tell me when to move." I say.

Leah nods, she adjusts and takes another minute to adjust. "M-Move."

I slowly thrust in and out of her Leah moans and wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer. This causes my dick to go deeper inside her. Leah gasps and moans as she takes my length deep inside her pussy.

I rest my head against hers and look deep into her eyes as I thrust back and forth faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room.

Leah looks deep into my eyes. Her eyes are full of lust. "Mmm pump me full of your cum."

I pick up the pace and thrust faster and faster inside her. Leah’s eyes roll to the back of her head as I continue to fuck her brains out.

"Like that slut? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I questioned.

Leah moans loudly in pleasure. "Mm god yes I love it."

I continue to pound her pussy, I go at an angle and pound her g spot. Leah digs her nails in my back and scratches my back.

"Fuck....Fuck...Fuck." Leah squeaks out with each thrust.

"Fuck your pussy feels so good." I moan in pleasure.

Leah giggles and moans as I continue to pound her pussy faster and faster.

"Shit I'm gonna squirt." Leah moans.

I smirk and go faster and faster, Leah screams in pleasure and squirts like a fountain.

I continue to fuck her, I rest my head against hers as I continue to fuck her. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Mmm I'm close." I moan.

"Me to daddy. Pump me full of your cum." Leah moans in pleasure.

I moan, I go faster and harder than before. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. I moan as I feel that all too familiar feeling in my balls.

"Get ready for my load." I moan.

Creampie:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep in her pussy painting her walls white. Leah moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as I continue to fill her up with my cum. I help her ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Cum glazes her folds and oozes out of her pussy and drips down her thighs and onto the bed.

Rachel giggles. “One more?”

I smile. “One more.”

Rachel lays on the bed and lays on her side. Rachel bites her lip and spreads her legs a bit giving me full access to her wet cum filled pussy.

Rachel scoots her ass back against me and lifts her leg up a bit. I rub my tip through her folds and slowly slide my dick inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me.

Rachel moans as she takes my dick deep inside her. "Mmm so tight and wet." I moan in pleasure.

"Mm you're really so deep inside me." Rachel moans.

*Rachel’s pov*

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me. I can feel her throbbing inside me. She really needed a release.

I moan and rest my head against hers. I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me.

Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy when her cute moans as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before.

I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me faster and a bit harder. I moan loudly in pleasure.

"Fuck daddy you're really deep in me." I moan in pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that baby daddy balls deep inside you stretching you out?" She questions as she goes faster and faster.

"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room.

She was so sexy when she was a Dom. Fuck her being Dom made my legs wake and made me super wet. It was a major turn on.

I moan in pleasure as her walls clench around me. It's only been 20 minutes and I was already about to cum.

"Mmm, someone close?" Y/n asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm so close, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby, cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers and nips my ear.

I moan as she kisses and sucks on my neck leaving hickeys. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan.

I squirt all over her abs, her dick and all over the sheets. Y/n smirks and keeps going, she goes at an angle and starts to hit my g spot.

Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. My legs shake and buckle in pleasure. "Mm fuck, so tight." Y/n cutely moans In pleasure.

I wrap my arm around her, I look deep into her eyes as she continues to bottom out in my pussy.

I moan and kiss her deeply we both moan in the kiss. Fuck she has amazing dick game. Y/n moans as she thrusts into me faster and harder.

My tits bounce up and down as she continues to fuck me. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room. I feel her dick throbbing inside me she was super hard and needed a release.

I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets. "Ugh fuck, Y/n baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

"Mmm me too baby." Y/n moans.

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperately needed a release.

My legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot. I feel my walls clench around her dick.

"Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure.

"So damn bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out.

I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick. Y/n moans in pleasure as she goes faster and harder. Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming.

"Yes, Yes cum in me." I moan in pleasure.

I smile and moan as I see pleasure on her face, her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me.

"Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure.

I giggle and moan. " cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." I moan.

*Y/n's pov*

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I'm close to cumming.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

Rachel giggles. "Cum baby, cum in my pussy." Rachel moans loudly in pleasure.

Creampie:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her pussy. Rachel cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of thick cum deep inside her painting her walls white.

"mmm fuck." Rachel moans.

I slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum.

I help Rachel ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. Thick cum glazed her folds as cum pours out of her, cum drips down her thigh and oozes onto the bed.

We both moan and laugh there Panting and trying to catch our breaths. "Fuck you can really make a girl cum." Rachel pants out.

I giggle at her comment and kiss her. "Mmm, so can you." I say.

All three of us moan in pleasure and lay there panting and trying to catch our breath.

“I wasn’t expecting that at all.” I say.

They giggle. “We Both Wanted You.”