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muffinpink02 · 1 month ago

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Early Riser

Alexia wakes up early and she only one thing on her mind.

I don't know if I'm in love with this, let me know what you think.

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Warning - Smut 18

You're confused as you’re pulled from your sleep. Your eyes slowly open in a disoriented daze, your vision tries to adjust to the dark room. You could tell from the dim light outside that it was still early morning, though it wasn't your alarm that woke you from your deep slumbers.

Your blurry eyes blinked a little more, your brain was trying hard to function as it was still slowly waking up, that's when you could feel the gentle lips on your bare back as you slowly woke from your sleepy haze. You couldn’t stop the groan that escaped your lips from tiredness but also the familiar touch of her.

Loose blonde hair tickled your naked back as Alexia lathered your skin in slow, hot kisses, her breath brought goosebumps to the bottom of your back, trickling the top of your neck. You could feel yourself slowly waking up, though you were still finding it hard to move your sleepy body.

Her delicate fingers traced ticklish patterns on your skin, moving down from your neck to below your arse cheeks. A moment like this would normally help you to sleep, but the feeling of her fingers edging closer to your lips made your clit wake up even before your brain could.

Alexia could tell you were awake, smiling against your skin as you let out a low moan. She moved up to your neck, pushing your messy bed hair from your face. You was on your front, your arms under your pillow, the way you always slept

“Good morning, bebé. Et necessito.” She murmured as she inhaled your neck, her nose sweetly nuzzling your skin.

You smiled sleepily into your pillow. You loved Alexia when she was like this, she was so needy, so impatient and completely enamoured by you.

Every now and again Alexia liked to surprise you with early morning sex. You weren't sure what it was that made the Spainird want you as you slept, it was as if something came over her, it almost felt animalistic, like she just couldn't control herself, not that you had any complaints.

“You have me, baby. I’m all yours.” You whispered as you slightly stretched, unintentionally bearing more of your naked skin to the girl as the covers moved with you.

Your rough morning voice only made Alexia's want for you to grow. You heard a faint groan from her as her soft kisses started to become small bites.

“You’re all mine.”

“Fuck, Ale.” You gasped as one of her bites sunk into your skin.

You could feel your cunt starting to throb, even in your tiredness the need for Alexia was already taking over. Her hand in your hair moved to your neck, pulling you closer to her mouth. You didn't have any time to worry about morning breath as she easily slipped her tongue between your sleepy puffy lips, forcing her way inside, causing you to gasp against her mouth. She gently sunk her teeth into your swollen lips, smirking wickedly when she heard you whimper.

You stayed like this for a while, just kissing, lips and tongues moving against each other, wet smacking noises made between the pair of you. Alexia stole your breath with each kiss, hardly allowing you time for air, it made you gasp desperately any time you could. Your head was spinning, for the need of oxygen or the need for her, you wouldn't know.

You felt her move around you, her large hand easily moving your body to lay on your side, your back to her chest.

“Open your legs for me.” Her morning voice dripped into your ear.

You easily opened your legs. Then you felt it.

She was wearing her strap, your moan caught in your throat as her fingers traced your thighs. You naturally moved your arse back, begging her to use it. You instantly felt your cheeks flush red as you heard her low chuckle behind you, clearly finding it amusing that you were already so needy for her.

“I love it when you give yourself so easily to me, amor.”

She bit your ear as she slipped her fingers through your slit. She couldn't hold back the surprised groan as she felt how wet you were for her already, she loved nothing more than how your body reacted to her, always so eager to please her.

She gently rubbed her long fingers against you, spreading your wetness all over your sensitive flesh. Her lips trailed down your neck as she pressed her chest to your back, you bit your lip as you felt her perky nipples rub against your skin.

Your body started to heat up, feeling all of these different sensations was a lot, but fuck did it feel good.

Your eyes were still lazy with sleep, but her hot fingers that played between your legs were starting to wake you with every stroke. You shamelessly pressed your hips into her hand chasing her touch, whimpering sleepily.

Fuck she felt amazing. Her talented fingers rubbed at you perfectly, making you moan for her.

“Ale, baby, that feels so good.” You whispered as your hips grinded into her.

Just as you got the perfect rhythm she moved her hand away, bringing her now wet digits to her mouth. That's when you heard her suck greedily on her fingers behind you, moaning at your taste.

“You always taste so good.” She husked as she licked the shell of your ear.

“Ale.” You backed your hips up again.

“Tell me, bebé. What do you want?”

“Anything. You can do anything.”

Alexia closed her eyes as she stiffened behind you, she inhaled deeply, trying to compose herself as you said the words that always drove her crazy. She was horny before but now she was too far gone, she needed you.

She gathered your wetness on her palm, ignoring your desperate whimpers, she rubbed your natural lube on her strap, smearing your sticky essence along the long plastic. She sat up behind you, pulling your hips up in the air, forcing your body into the doggy position. In your tired state your brain hadn't woken up to keep the position she wanted, earning you a hard slap against your arse cheek.

You yelped at the pain but it didn't stop her from landing another one against your cunt.

“Mantén-ho allà.” She growled behind you.

You nodded your head in the pillow, wanting so badly for her to take you. Your throbbing pussy was on show for her, even in the dark room she could see how wet you were for her, but it didn't stop her from leaning over and spitting on your lips, adding to your juices.

You gassped as you felt her warm spit slide down your swollen lips, you felt like her own personal little whore, that was always ready for her to fuck when she felt like it.

And you were.

You gasped as you felt the head of her strap, teasingly stroking your entrance. Slowly she pushed herself in, letting out her own grunt as she watched you take her so easily.

The groan that escaped your throat was loud as you felt the plastic pushing against your tight walls, it felt like it was never ending, the slow push of the plastic just kept going and going. That's when you realised, she was wearing the big one.

Your fingers gripped at the bed sheets, your body was a little more awake but your mind was still in a haze as you pictured Alexia wearing the thick purple strap.

She enters you slowly, feeling every millimetre of the strap opening you up. You moan at the slowness, trying to breath through the size of it. You blindly and sleepily reach out to try to grab her thigh, wanting to feel her, but she takes your hand and places it against your back.

“I’m here.” Her tone is calm, so calm that you can’t help but squeak out a cry when you feel the unexpected hard spank on your arse again.

Your breathing stopped as you felt her push impossibly deeper against your tight walls. Her large hand stroked your back soothingly. But you still gritted your teeth as the girth of her strap stretched you out as she finally bottomed out in you,

"Give me the other wrist." She orders you.

You blindly put it next to the other one and she binds your wrist together with her one large hand, her tight grip makes your body shiver uncontrollably.

“Fuck, you don’t know what you do to me.” She whispered to herself as she eyed your naked form.

You really didn’t, it was mesmerising watching your naked form arching your back with the perfect angle, giving yourself to the girl that you loved. She fucking adored you and you her.

“Will you be my good girl and take me?” She coed behind you.

It was a redundant question, you were already leaking on her strap, completely at her mercy, but you nod in your pillow anyways. “Yes.” You squeak out.

“You are so wet, amor. Letting me in so easily.” She moves her hips slightly, testing the waters. You could hear the lust in her voice, the sheer want.

Her hips start a slow rhythm behind you, fucking you so deeply, watching as your cheeks gently bounce against her strong thighs.

“Fuck.” She rasps from behind as her hips start to pick up pace.

“Ale!” You gasped. Your mouth gapes open, as her strap hits the perfect spot inside your walls, pushing and pulling the tight muscles.

She picks up her pace as your moans start to bounce off the walls. The sound of skin slapping against each other is filthy but it’s music to both your ears. Her small grunts behind you make your head dizzy.

She moves one of her hands from your wrist to your neck, pushing you down further into your pillow, but not enough to muffle your screams. No, she wants to hear every bit of noise she can force out of you. She uses the new angle to push even deeper inside of you. Her hips are relentless as she watches her thick strap slide in and out and of your very wet, very swollen cunt.

She’s losing herself as she watches you below her, your high pitched moans drive something in her, making her hips snap quicker, the primal instinct to just fuck you raw takes over her body, the way she’s fucking you is verging on animalistic.

“You’re so loud, bebita. You’re going to wake the neighbours.” She smirks at her own words, not actually giving a rats arse about the neighbours and their sleep schedule.

Her hand squeezed your neck, but you can’t bring yourself to reply. You can just about breath as she forces the air out of your lungs.

“My good girl.” She grunts, letting out her own moans as her clit rubs deliciously against your arse.

Her hips hit yours a few times before she stops.

“On your knees, face the mirror.”

You do as she said, your legs like jelly.

Her large hand gently slots around your neck, her fingers instinctively flex as she feels your pulse flutter under her touch.

“Please, Ale.” you beg without knowing what you really want.

The blonde pulls you against her chest, making your head lean on her shoulders. You can feel her tight nipples rubbing against your back, you hear the way she moans into your neck from the touch.

She’s inside you in a second.

“Alexia!” The sound you let out is fucking loud, if the neighbours didnt know her name before, they do now. Your hands find her immediately, one wrapping the back of her neck, the other on her thigh.

“That's it, baby. Take it. Just take it.”

And you do. You gladly take what she's giving you. Her whole body’s rocking into you, hitting her clit just right and you get to watch her every move as she takes you so effortlessly.

Her fingers flex around your pipe, squeezing the perfect amount to make your core clench and drip messily around her strap. The strained moan you let out makes Alexia’s eyes roll to the back of her head, she always loved the noises she could pull from you.

“Look at you, déu meu. You are all mine. Look, cariño, look how good you are.” A surge of possessiveness takes over the blonde as she stares at the reflection in front of her.

The grip on your neck forces your head forward. Even in the dark light you could make out your reflection, you look fucked. Your hair was a mess, your face was still puffy with sleep, your swollen pouty lips look like they've doubled in size.

A euphoric look takes over your features, as her strong hips rut harder behind you, your mouth hangs open in pleasure, allowing a quivering whimper to escape your lips. Alexia watches the bounce of your breast move from her quick thrust. A sense of pride takes over her at the way your body begins to form a light sheen of sweat as she makes your muscles work, even in its tired state.

This was Alexia's favourite version of you, completely at her mercy.

“I love you, amor. My good girl.”

“I-I love y-you.” You try to reply but it's difficult to form words when you have an athlete thrusting an 8 inch strap inside you, forcing space for itself on every stroke. But, it was more difficult when you saw the way her hazel eyes were staring at you, a wave of wetness dribbled down your shaky thighs.

Alexia was well and truly obsessed with you.

She moves your neck back to trail soft kisses down your sweaty neck, her thrust turning to a slower pace.

“I want you on top. I want to see your face properly. I need you so badly, amor. Will you do that for me? Hmm? Please.” She begs in your ear, her whispered words just for you.

Your core tightens almost painfully around her girthy strap, sometimes you were sure you could maybe, just maybe, come from Alexias words alone.

You nod. “Yes, baby. Anything you want. I’m yours, always.”

That's all she needs to hear before the blondes laying on her back, helping you line up the strap to your dripping core.

The early morning light has become brighter, you can see Alexia's beautiful features clearer now, she takes your breath away as you watch her, watching you take her inch by inch.

It's a lot, the girth, the length, the tiredness that still wavers though your body, the way she's watching you. Staring at you.

You're obsessed with her.

Her hands stroke your thighs as you try to breathe through the fullness of her, you close your eyes and allow yourself to relax. A shy smile pulls at the corners of your lips when you feel Alexia’s long fingers intertwined with your own. She’s looking at you with pure want, you can taste it in your shared kisses, you can feel it as she wraps one large hand around your waist, stroking your skin with her thumb.

“You’re so beautiful, amor.” She smiles up at you, that smile that she only saves for you.

“You are too, Ale. You’re the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on.” You bite your lip as you move your hips, emphasising on your last word. Her smile widens as she feels the movements.

“That's it bebita, don't be shy. I love when you ride me.”

Your eyelashes flutter when you feel a small roll of her own hips below you. The hand on your waist squeezes you as she gives you another thrust, making you give out a small moan, then another and another. And then she's off.

“Fuck! Ale!” You gasp as you close your eyes, fully feeling the strap push into your core.

You try to breathe again, rolling your own hips with hers, in time to her rhythm shes set. She’s surprisingly slow, gentle even, a far cry from how she was fucking you earlier, the room fills with soft pants between the pair of you, words of love spoken under small moans.

“Bebé.” She moans between pants. “Make me come. Just like this.”

“Do you like that, baby? Like that?”

You pick up your pace, pushing down a fraction harder as you snake your hips.

Hazel eyes flutter closed as she feels the strap grind against her swollen clit, her hand on your hips squeezes again, urging you to keep going.

Your relationship with Alexia is very 50/50, you share the chores, the driving, the grocery shopping and the bills. It’s balanced, and that also includes your roles for the bedroom. Another delicate balance of giving and taking, pleasing and pleasuring, dominance and submission.

It's a perfect mix of yin and yang, Alexia is the storm that holds your hair in a ponytail as she rocks her strong hips into your mouth, all while you look up at her with adoration in your wide adoring eyes.

But, the moment Alexia has you on top of her like this, the girl turns into a whimpering mess. It’s like a light switches on and the Spainard forgets all of her natural dominance, easily becoming a desperate mess.

And you love it.

You gently rock your hips back and forth, you love the way her bottom lips caught between her teeth as her eyes are watching your movements, mesmerised as you easily move above her.

Her lips part, the cutest of whimpers escape her puffy lips, you can’t resist leaning forward and capturing her mouth. The moan she lets out vibrates your own lips, sending hot shivers down your spine.

“Give me your hands.”

Alexia doesn’t argue, or question your request, she never does when she's in this position, more than happy to let you take control. Her large hands eagerly find yours, you can’t help but smile at her willingness.

You pin her hands beside her head, giving yourself more control. You trail your lips down her neck, your hips never stop moving as you take her strap. Your tongue darts out between your kisses, you instantly taste the salt on her neck, you can't stop yourself as you groan loudly at the tangy taste, making your mouth water from her natural essence.

Many people would squirm away from such a taste, but not you, theres something about it that drives you fucking crazy. You need more, you greedily trail down her neck, sucking and biting as you take in her flavour that's coating her skin, you can hear and feel the blonde becoming a mess beneath you, but you can't stop. You need her.

She's becoming restless beneath you as your mouth devours her skin, her breathing picks up to a deep pace.

“Your mouth.” She groans quietly. “I-I can’t concentrate.”

It’s exactly what you want to hear, the dam of self control bursting beneath you. She’s losing her resolve, feeling your tongue press against her hot skin, the constant grind of your talented hips on her swollen wet clit. Her hips bucked up with a hard thrust, in turn making you bite down on her neck. You almost feel bad at the pained whimper she makes, but it doesn't stop you from sucking more of her skin into your mouth.

“Sorry, baby.” You mumble against her now red skin, kissing the sting away.

Alexias fingers flex against yours, she can feel her own wetness dripping between her cheeks as you continue to ride her. She can feel her orgasm building, the warm flush rises from the pits of her stomach, right to the tips of her fingers.

“Look at me, baby.” You purr against her lips.

Hazel eyes flutter open, her pupils are blown out.

“I’m close.”

“Yeah? You wanna come baby?” You press your lips to hers.

“Sí, sí. Please.”

It's a rare sight for Alexia to beg, so of course you take advantage.

“I want to hear you beg, baby.” You tease, stealing another kiss from her blown out lips.

Alexia eyes lock with yours, you can see the flicker of hesitation, but with another deep snake of your hips you have her.

“Please, keep doing that. Merda, yes, just like that!” She pleads.

You tighten your hold on her wrist, grinding down harder on her strap, you can't stop your own groans as her strong hips buck uncontrollably underneath you. Her abs flex hard from each shallow breath she takes, the muscles in her biceps tense as she loses more of herself to you.

The small frown between her eyebrows deepen, you can tell she's getting closer. So, you lower your mouth to her chest, taking in her erect nipple.

“Sí! Sí. Don’t stop!”

We all know now that Alexia’s nipples are her kryptonite.

You suck and grind, lick and roll your hips. You’re using every bit of concentration you have to work the girl as she thrust deeper into you, it’s a hard task, feeling your own climax growing between your legs, but with the way Alexia begs and pleads there's no way you can stop.

“Fuck, Ale.” You groan as you suckle on her strained nipple, trying to lick the spit that escapes your mouth, finding your own mind faltering as her hips keep fucking frantical into you.

“Just like that, please, please, bebé!” Her mouth hangs open as she feels the last thread of her restraint snaps.

She breaks as you bring her to her climax.

Her orgasm rushes through every nerve in her body, sparks of pleasure washing and waving through her muscles as her body spasms hard beneath you.

You keep bouncing your hips above her, making sure to hit the spot that's making Alexia desperately groan out in pleasure. Your mouth stays on her chest, gently sucking on her flesh as she continues to grind and pant.

Alexia’s body keeps desperately grinding, small whimpers slipping from her until she finally goes limp. You let out small pants of your own, still feeling the thick strap inside your very tight walls.

“I love when you’re on top.” Alexia lets out a breathless chuckle.

Her dopey smile makes your heart swell. A face splitting smile crosses your own face as you look down at the blonde. The obsession you have for each other pouring out in your smiles.

“Get on top.” She breathes out.

“What?” You chuckle.

“Get on top.”

You’re about to question her again, until she smirks up at you, sticking out her pink tongue. Then the penny drops.

“Oh..OHHH!” Your cheeks flush red with embarrassment at your slowness.

You wince as you move off of her strap, but you can’t hide the excitement as wobbly legs crawl up to the girl's face.

Her tongue eagerly licks at her lips, as she spots the wetness that drips from your swollen lips.

You gently scoop her hair into your hands, and settle above her.

“You’re dripping.” Alexia whispears below you. You can’t stop the way your eyes roll into the back of your head when you feel her breath on you.

“Come, let me taste you, cariño. Let me make you feel good.” She presses her lips to your shakey thigh.

Her now free hands pull you down onto her awaiting mouth.

“Fuck!” You gasp as you feel her tongue slide into your lips.

The blonde groans loudly. Like you, she can't hold her want for you back. She sucks your clit into her mouth, swirling your clit against her talented tongue.

She’s so gentle, licking and lapping at your velvety folds, you can hear how wet you are, it almost makes you a little self conscious until you hear Alexia moaning at her own pleasure from you on her tongue.

It gives you the confidence to grind on her mouth, a smile pulls at your lips as you look down, the girls in her own world, her eyes closed as her chin becomes soaked with your juices. She wraps her plump lips around your puffy clit and you can’t stop yourself as you groan loudly. You’re already gone, you can feel this isn't going to take long. Your thighs start to shake, your hands in her hair pull her closer, grinding your hips into her warm mouth.

“Ale, baby, I’m going to come! Fuck.”

Her hazel eyes flicker at yours, her large hands tighten around your hips, pulling you down, driving your hips harder. You snake your hips, landing one hand on the head board, the other lacing her hair.

Alexia loves when you’re on top (in any position) she loves watching you lose yourself as your body takes what she gives you, watching you bounce and grind on top of her face, greedily swallowing and drinking down your essence.

A gentle tug in her hair makes her groan against your core and it's the last push you need to finally see stars.

“Hmmm, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Your orgasm explodes though your body, your hips push uncontrollably harder, Alexia only moans louder, sucking on your bundle of nerves, sending electric sparks right through you.

You gasp, closing your eyes as you try to catch your breath. Your muscles are shaking hard against the blonde's head, Alexia smiles sweetly as she kisses you down, waiting for you to come back to her.

You wobbly move to the side, dropping on your back.

“Well, that's one way to start your morning.” You laugh, still trying to catch your breath.

“It’s the best way to wake up.” She leans over and kisses your lips, leaving a shimmer of your juices on your mouth. You can't help but groan, tasting yourself on her tongue.

Her hazel eyes roam your face as she pulls back, that dopey smile still plastering her face. The girl still gives you butterflies, even after all these years of being together.

You hear a small rumble coming from below.

“Is someone hungry?” You chuckle.

“Sí, I think I need seconds.” She raises her eyebrows with the most mischievous look she can muster.

Before you can stop her (not that you would) Alexia’s shimmying down your body, settling herself between your legs.

The girl had you for breakfast, lunch and dinner that day.

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pseudowho · 9 months ago

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Sanguis et Vinum

Higuruma Hiromi's not afraid of blood.

Warnings: 18+, smut, period sex

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"Feeling good?" A dulcet whisper against your neck, hot and wine-rich. You moaned softly in affirmation, fogging your glass as you took another sip, the red wine velvety as it coated your tongue.

You straddled Hiromi's lap; he, perched at the edge of the sofa, massaged your lower back, belly and hips with warm oiled hands, your panties rolled down low, your tank-top curled up under your breasts. You couldn't help but rock and sway as his hands smoothed, liquid and malleable, over your body.

It was the heaviest day of your period, and you were feeling every minute of it. You offered Hiromi a sip of wine from your glass; he accepted gratefully, his hands never slowing around your belly and back.

Hiromi played you like an instrument, responsive to your sighs, the subtle press of your skin against his palms and fingers, the scented oil heady. He looked up at you in unabashed adoration, and felt his arousal bloom, a vine starting as a blush along his neck, creeping downwards.

"I love you, like this," Hiromi confessed against your collarbones, pressing a kiss there, staining the skin softly with wine. You smiled, eyes closed, and tangled your hand in the hair at the nape of his neck. Hiromi shuddered as you tugged it, sending prickles down his spine, the vine coiling as he felt his cock begin to harden beneath your lap.

Unable to resist, Hiromi nipped and licked at your chest, his tongue wine-stained and sanguine, and moved down towards your breasts. You wanted him so viscerally, your belly and clit thrumming with need and pain, creating an odd aching duality in the pit of your stomach.

Yet...no. It was too taboo. Gross. Embarrassing.

You sighed, murmuring, regretful; "Hiromi...you know I can't..." Hiromi made a noise of gentle disagreement, nipping the tank top between his teeth, pulling it down to expose one breast. You watched him, mesmerised, when he sucked your sore nipple into his mouth, lapping, licking.

You panted, involuntarily pressing Hiromi's mouth closer with a tug on his hair, and he felt his cock twitch, tasting you on the flat of his tongue.

"Hiromi," you breathed, warning, "I can't-- I want to, but--" Hiromi let go of your nipple with a wet pop, and you felt a twang of disappointment. He answered, nuzzling his aquiline nose lazily across your breast.

"You want to?" He pressed, hovering his opened mouth over your nipple again, holding your gaze. His tongue darting out to lick your nipple again made your pussy throb with need, your belly cramping, a deep and sultry ache.

"I'm no boy," he argued, "I'm not afraid of a little bit of blood," pressing you closer onto his lap by your lower back. You slipped down, your panties thicker with the presence of a pad, but nonetheless feeling his cock, hard and twitching, against your pussy. You felt a warm whoosh of blood seep out of you and onto your pad, and jumped a little as you felt it overflow, leaking through to leave a patch of sticky blood on Hiromi's groin.

You moved to stand, and Hiromi strapped you to him with corded forearms. He felt the damp spot of your blood seep through, sticky, and he shivered, his oiled hand now coming up to roll your other nipple between his fingers, his mouth still working to convince you, silver-tongued.

You felt lightheaded, your pussy so sensitive, the ache in your belly adding a delicious masochistic edge to the pleasure. Feeling you could be brought to orgasm by nipple play and dry humping alone, you weakly offered another retreat, and Hiromi chuckled against your breast.

He rutted up against your pussy, and you jolted, slopping wine down your arm. Taking the wine from you, placing it gently on a table, Hiromi licked languidly up your forearm, sipping the wine off you, leaving wet-mouthed nipping kisses on the inside of your wrist.

You felt drunk now, your pleasure positively Dionysian, and you nodded lightheadedly when Hiromi whispered against your neck; "Bedroom. Now. You need this."

Lifting you, still straddling his lap, Hiromi carried you to the bedroom, kicking the door open. The bedroom was barely lit, shadows dramatised by the flicker of candles. As he dropped you onto the bed, leaning over you, humping against your clothed pussy, you realised he must have fully intended to seduce you like this.

Eyes hooded, drinking in the erotic shadow-puppetry your moving bodies made against the wall, you allowed Hiromi's hips to chase you up the bed until your aching body settled against plush pillows, and perfectly crisp white sheets.

As if reading your mind, Hiromi rested his nose against yours, nuzzling slowly; "We're going to make artwork tonight, darling."

"Hiromi, you...are you sure?" You drank Hiromi in as he knelt back, raising his arms to yank his t-shirt over his head. You gulped as he stripped his pyjamas, his pink-tipped cock bobbing out to rest against your clothed pussy. Hiromi gripped his cock, pumping it as he reached under you, pulling off your panties in one swift tug. You moved to close your legs and Hiromi made a sharp noise of reproach.

"Oh no you don't," he ordered, eyes zeroing in on your pussy, bloodstained, thrumming with anticipation, "you're...so beautiful."

You saw his pupils dilate more, already blown, his eyes beetle-black and glinting in the candlelight. Kneeling between your legs, forcing your knees apart with his own, Hiromi continued to stroke himself from ball to tip, before slipping two fingers between your bloodied pussy lips.

In the dark, the blood looked black, its gore reduced to shades of grey. With the flicker of candlelight, the frame-rate of movement in the room seemed to shift, and Hiromi and you sink into a black and white cinematic masterpiece.

His fingers dipped into your fluttering hole, coaxing you to rock your hips upwards as he stroked the front of your plush walls. You shuddered, mewling, so sensitive as he thrusted two fingers into you with tender, soft strokes. Hiromi brought his thumb upwards, pressing against your clit, alternating the pressure until you moaned and squirmed beneath him. Your belly ached, desperate to feel Hiromi deeper, to feel his fingers soothe you.

"Please...Hiro--" you begged, pressing your pussy up against his hand, your moan ragged as you felt his fingertips brush your desperately sore cervix. Hiromi felt a trickle of pre-cum down his fist as his knees weakened at the glassy-smooth surface of your dimpled cervix on his fingertips.

Hiromi gulped, shuddering as he threatened to spill into his own fist, "We'll start gently," he pressed, maintaining your gaze as he released his cock, stroking your cervix with deft fingertips and lowering his mouth to your pussy, "because you're hurting...and when I fuck you, I want you softer than feathers."

You moved involuntarily away from his mouth, conditioned to be disgusted by your own bleeding, and Hiromi growled in displeasure, his freed arm cuffing round your thigh to yank your pussy back towards him. With a quirked lip, and a playful look of warning, Hiromi nuzzled between your swollen lips, drawing your clit into his mouth as his fingers continued to thrust gently inside you, so deep that he soothed the cramps in your belly.

Your vision popped with pleasure, and you twisted against the sheets, pressing your face into fluffy pillows, crying out in ecstasy. Hiromi rutted his cock between his belly and the sheets, edging himself, his mouth coppery with blood, mixing in a bitter bouquet with the tannins still on his tongue.

He had dreamt of making love to you through your blood and pain for so long, that what was once a fleeting curiosity had become a kink, eagerly awaiting fulfilment. Feeling your thighs flex around his head, feeling the clenching of your swollen pussy against his fingers, tasting the salty tang of blood and wine, had his head reeling, and he thrust into his own wet patch between his belly and the bed, his hips stopping and stuttering to take himself to the edge and back again.

"I'm gonna-- fuck, 'Romi-- gonna cum--" you cried, your hand tangled in inky black hair, humping his mouth and nose. The elastic band in your belly stretched, stretched, stretched...and released with a twang as you arched off the bed, mouth open in a silent cry, your body hot with incomparable pleasure.

Hiromi groaned into you, fingertips grazing your cervix so your orgasm spread all the way from clit to sore, cramping belly. He felt blood seep out around his hand, spreading into the sheets beneath you. Still, he continued, easing his caresses as he brought you down from your high.

You trembled, one hand rested on your belly, the other arm flung above your head, your skin still fizzing with divine joy. Hiromi withdrew his fingers from you, your pussy clenching, reluctant to let him go. Wiping his fingers on the sheets, you vaguely heard the opening and closing of a drawer, your eyes flicking open as you heard a familiar buzz sound through the dark room.

You moved to sit up, and Hiromi moved over you instantly, caging you in, pinning your arms above your head. His weeping cock rested on your belly. With the light behind him, you could barely see his face, his eyes flinty in the dark.

"You're obviously not soft enough for me to fuck, yet," he hummed, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck, "if you're still trying to sit up." You felt the thick round tip of the wand buzzing against your thigh, sliding agonisingly slowly down to your core.

As the vibrator slipped between your folds, pressing firmly against your clit, you almost screamed with the overstimulation, and Hiromi moaned, teeth pressed to your collarbones as you convulsed. You sobbed with pleasure, feeling the cramps in your belly build, feeling blood seep out of you.

Hiromi lowered his mouth to your breasts again, rolling your nipple with a shudder against his tongue, pulling back so it pinched between his lips, before licking it in again. You felt a drip of pre-cum run down your waist, so wordless with pleasure, that you were totally unable to tell Hiromi you were about to cum again.

You came with a pained sob, your thighs trembling with exertion, and pleasure stabbed through you, dragging you along through a second orgasm. Hiromi cooed, talking you through it, his lips moving against your nipple.

"Good girl, good girl...almost there...just one more...gorgeous." You whimpered, his body hot on yours, still pinned down. He rolled the vibrator in circles, wide, to slow, to wide again, over your clit, making your pleasure vague and distant, then sharp and sweet, and back again.

As Hiromi edged you away from your second orgasm and towards a third, you felt your body become floppy, loose, pliable, as if made of rubber, heavy on these soft pillows. Hiromi ghosted the tip of the vibrator down against your clenching hole, and you cried out, greedily wishing to claim your pleasure back.

"Shhh...trust me. I wouldn't leave you like this," Hiromi hushed, his voice low and sandy against your ear, "hold my hand." Hiromi released your wrists just enough for you to grip his long-fingered hand between his own, and he stayed nose-to-nose with you, as he sunk the wand into your pussy until the vibrations rumbled against your cervix and deep into your womb.

You came with a gasp, your orgasm ruinous and so sudden, that just the lingering flesh-memory of the wand against your clit sent you over the edge. You juddered, whimpering Hiromi's name like a prayer, blinded by pleasure. After what felt like an eternity, Hiromi slipped the wand from you, switching it off and discarding it onto the sheets as he stroked your hands in his, kissing your neck and mumbling soft reassurances into you.

You were warm, fluid and malleable as warm water by the time Hiromi settled between your legs, stroking his wet cockhead between your puffy lips. Hiromi thrummed with anticipation, shoulders clenched, his abs twitching with the exertion of holding back for so long.

"I...I'll be gentle, I'll be so gentle, I promise," he insisted, begging, taking your lazy smile as consent, before sinking into you, bottoming out with a twitching groan. Hiromi laid over you, desperate to be closer, holding your thighs up to clasp his hips.

You let him move you this way, totally pliable in his grasp, Hiromi's rhythmic, rocking hips casting shadows like ocean waves against the wall. You watched the shadows, feeling his cock move deeply within you, feeling the kiss of his cockhead against your plush walls like a balm, soothing you, sedating you.

Hiromi watched you, your candlelit profile, the happy glow on your face, your willingness to be helped by him, lighting a fire within him, and his delayed orgasm crept up his spine with urgency. You felt Hiromi's thrusts hesitate, his hand clasped in yours threatening to untangle, to move to your tender, spent clit again.

Certain that your completion could be achieved through the intimacy of him cumming inside you alone, you held his hand tight, and rocked your hips up to him, replacing the movements lost by his hesitation. Hiromi gasped, given permission to finish, and rolled his hips to meet yours, feeling himself overwhelmed by an innate desire to fill your belly with his seed.

"--perfect, so perfect, thank-- thank you-- fuck, I can't last--" Hiromi's hips stalled with a sandy gasp, feeling the ecstatic rush of his cum through his cock, buckling into you as his face crumpled with pleasure, moaning short sharp moans into your neck. You rolled your hips lazily up around him, the warm balm of his seed in your belly like a lotion, deep and soothing.

Lying in your arms as you trailed your fingertips down his back, Hiromi pressed one long, grateful kiss to your temple, before kneeling back, uttering a husky whine as he pulled out of you. Watching the slow drip of bloodstained cum drip out of you made his cock twitch weakly, another spurt of cum dripping out onto the stained sheets.

"Just...wait here," Hiromi insisted, standing on shaking legs. You lay back, cushioned on clouds, humming to yourself in your delicious afterglow. You heard the patter of the shower, and allowed Hiromi to return and grip your hands, leading you, eyes closed, until you felt the sweet embrace of water down your curves.

Hiromi had pre-prepared, and he pressed a hot flannel to your belly, urging you to hold it there while he cleaned you both with a soft sponge. The water beneath you ran pink. You delighted in the massage of Hiromi's clever fingers across your scalp.

A few minutes later, warm and sated, aching and floating above your own body, you stepped to the bedroom with Hiromi. His hand hovered over the light switch, a curious grin on his face. You caught his eye hesitantly, able to see the white sheets only in shades of black and grey.

A flick, and the room basked in light. You pressed a hand to your mouth, the bedsheets rumpled and decorated with blossoming petals of vibrant red, smears and fingerprints, all evidence of your lovemaking. Hiromi sidled up behind you, resting a chin on your shoulder, nuzzling into your temple.

"Art," he whispered, "we've made art."

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Thinking about Sevika’s very pregnant very hormonal wife crying and complaining to her about nothing and Sevika realizing het wife just needs to be fed.

And fucked

love love love love love love love

men and minors dni

never in your life have you been this hormonal.

not during your worst periods as an adult.

not during the horrific throes of puberty as a teen.

not even when you were a toddler and a tantrum was just as likely as a giggle fit.

you think you might have truly lost your mind.

you're currently sobbing on the toilet-- you have been for the past twenty minutes-- not because you're sick or anything, but because you can't stop crying for long enough to heave your round body off the toilet seat.

and why are you crying? because you got frustrated by how often you have to pause your video game to get up and pee because you're eight fucking months pregnant, and your bladder's the size of a thimble.

you know it's a ridiculous thing to cry about. you know it's just your hormones overwhelming you. none of this knowledge can stop the sobs from wracking your body, though.

there's a knock on the bathroom door. "baby? have you seen my fuzzy socks?" sevika asks.

you sniffle and try to make your voice sound steady. "ch-check the dryer!" you call.

there's a suspicious silence outside of the bathroom, and then the door flies open, your wife wearing a worried look. "are you crying in here all alone?" she asks the moment she sees your face.

you pout, and fall apart all over again.

"oh, baby." sevika's by your side in an instant, wrapping her arms around you and pulling your head toward her stomach. "what's wrong, love?" she asks. "why didn't you come get me?" she asks.

you sniffle and choke out a few words. "b-because it's stu-u-pid!" you whine. "i can't s-s-stop cryin' and i'm not even that upse-e-et." you complain to your wife. "and now i can't get off the toilet 'cause i'm too weak from crying!"

sevika's face clears with relief when she realizes nothing's really wrong with you, and she bends down to give you a kiss. "our little girl's really runnin' a number on you, huh?" she asks, reaching down to pat your swollen belly.

you nod against sevika's shirt, using it as a face-wipe for all your tears and boogers. "i pee all the time. i f-feel like i should just live on the fuckin' toilet."

"but i'd miss you if you were in here all the time." sevika pouts. you snort. "c'mon love." she grunts as she hikes her arm under your shoulder and knees, hauling you off the toilet.

you giggle a little in your wife's arms, clinging to her as she walks you to your bedroom. "what're you doing with me?" you ask.

"'m takin' care of you." she whispers as she pulls your pants off your legs. you huff, a few tears still escaping your eyes, and sevika kisses your bare thigh.

"i haven't showered in days." you warn as sevika pushes your legs further apart. she groans.

"good. i love you musty."

you giggle a little, then cry some more. "you're gross. 'n way too nice to me." you whimper. sevika chuckles.

"my poor baby. such a fuckin' mess since i knocked you up, huh?" she teases. you nod and pout, letting your emotions control you, knowing sevika wont judge you for it. "i gotcha babe. just lay there 'n let it all out for me." she whispers, before ducking down and sucking one long stripe up your cunt.

sevika groans and you whimper as she sucks your clit into her mouth. for a few minutes, she just suckles and kisses your clit, making you a shaky, whiny mess. most of your cries are being blocked out by your moans, but there are still tears running down your cheeks.

"so fuckin' pretty when you cry, baby." sevika whispers. you gulp.

"shut up."

"it's true. your eyes get all sparkly and your skin gets all shiny-- fuck, you're the most beautiful thing i've ever seen."

you huff another laugh at this-- you're covered in hormonal acne and in third day pajamas-- but sevika blinks up at you like she really means it.

"you-- would you just--" you pull sevika's mouth back to your cunt before she can make you any more flustered with her words. your emotions are swinging wildly from the sudden stubborn sad-attack you've encoutnered, and the wild, childlike excitement and bashfulness you always feel around your wife.

which means that every time she blinks up at you, her pretty silver eyes barely visible over the bump of your belly, your heart stutters and your cunt clenches and a few tears leak out of your eyes.

when she reaches up and intertwines her hands with yours, you cum. it catches you completely off guard-- but the simple, sweet, intimate gesture made you topple over into a mess of cum and tears.

they're not sad-tears anymore, though. they're tears of joy and love-- all for the woman who's crawling up from between your legs with a big smile on her lips-- your cum covering her cheeks and chin. "that was quick." she teases. (she loves how easy you are now that you're pregnant. it turns her on endlessly.)

you grunt and flip her off. "are you gonna keep teasing me or are you gonna come sit on my face?" you ask.

sevika smirks, then leans down to kiss you deeply.

you gasp against her lips, relaxing into the kiss, taking in the taste of you still on her tongue.

when sevika pulls away, your head is fuzzy and your stomach is fluttering with butterflies. you blink up at her as she grins down at you.

"you stay here and take a nap. i'm gonna draw you a bath and make you a sandwich-- then maybe i'll join you." she says with a sweet little wink.

you blink up at your wife, and then burst into a fresh round of tears. above you, sevika cackles.

"is this 'cause you can't eat me out or...?" she asks. you groan and flip her off again.

"it's 'cause you're fuckin' perfect you asshole. what the fuck?" you ask.

sevika just giggles, pulls the blankets over your body, and kisses your forehead as she hands you a few tissues.

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