#ptn matilda smut

[shalomniscient]

tierlist on twt got me acting unwise……. [nsft utc]

raven full on sobbing when she’s overstimulated, clawing at the sheets behind her head and arching that gorgeous back so perfectly as her thighs tremble around your head. hiccuping sobs and moans that choke on your name with each harsh lash of your tongue against her clit, and each sinfully good curl of your fingers in her drooling cunt that might as well be sobbing too. she’s so loud, weeping out thin, keening praises while her hips jump and stutter to the time of your thrusts. just the sound of you working her cunt has her so dizzy, her eyes so far back into her skull only the whites are visible. she can taste the salt of her own tears on her lips but god, she fucking loves it. she’ll keep you there between her legs until she’s incoherent or passed out—usually both. teaching is stressful, after all, and she needs a good destressing session with her partner every now and then.

folding shalom in half would have her vocalising like never before, just pure, uncontrolled moans as you push her knees to her ears and put her through the mattress. her fingers dig into your back like claws as almost animalistic noises rip their way out of her throat, nothing coherent at all, just the prettiest whines and half-legible pleas. she’s breathy, needy, demanding—she’d hiss, or attempt to, if you even think about slowing down the pace at which you’re fucking into her. she’s dripping onto the damn sheets, leaking around your cock, why the hell would you even stop? when she cums it’s messy, squirt spraying over your abdomen, and she makes a noise barely even human anymore, all hoarse moans and hitched mewls.

matilda, poor thing… her composure turns non-existent the second your hand wrap around her dick. she’s whimpering like some wounded creature, hands fisting into the couch cushions beneath her. her brain feels like mush as she looks up at you straddling her, her aching cock in your gentle grip. her lips part with a breathy groan as you pump her length, thumb swiping over the slit. god, she’s leaking like some kind of broken faucet into your hand but by the sounds spilling from her throat she certainly doesn’t have the capacity to care at the moment. not when it’s been so long and the loose circle of your fingers around her feels like heaven on earth. she tries to fuck into your hand but the way you straddle her limits her movement, and she whines again, pleading and desperate and oh-so polite in her begging. she always remembers her pleases and thank-yous—and so you can’t even be that upset when you sink down onto her cock, taking her into your cunt in one smooth go and she cums immediately with a long, drawn out whimper of your name.

angell is a mess of grunts and groans as you take her cock into your throat, all the way down to the hilt, your nose brushing the trail of grey-silver hair on her pelvis. her elbows are braced on the kitchen counter behind her and really they’re the only thing keeping her up as you suck on her dick, seemingly unbothered at the press of the cold wood floor against your knees. watching your head bob has her throat so fucking dry, her moans of your name knotting in her chest. she tries, she really does, to be quiet but you’re so good at this it should be illegal. angell goes higher in pitch as she gets closer, one hand tangling in your hair to hold you in place as she ruts into your eager mouth, her grunts coming more unbidden now. she still has some sense to draw back and ask if you’re okay with her cumming in your mouth and fully moans your name—almost a whimper—when you take her back all the way, fingers digging into the muscled meat of her thighs. when she cums it’s with gasping, heaving groans as she holds your head in place, her cock twitching in your throat. she makes another weak noise when you pull off, a string of saliva connecting the tip of her cock to your lips. she yelps only a little when you stand and ask her to join you in the bedroom for round two.