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yr-nightsky · 2 months ago

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DES says. . . love sampo the slut. sampo, sampo, sampo. househusband sampo, stripper sampo, free use sampo, sugar baby sampo. sampo my beloved. sampo, sampo, sampo. + for @vampfav .

SUM. — sugar baby sampo knows what he needs to do to get a brand new car from his daddy! and if you, his daddy, wants to breed him full of kids to get it, who’s he to say no? he loves your cock sssoooo much!

CON. warning — sugar baddy / sugar daddy relationship, sir kink + daddy kink, bareback, ftm sampo (no bottom surgery), cock-drunk + cum-drunk sampo, lingerie / panty tearing, mentions of having kids, p-i-v , blatant feminization.

NOTE. — sampo calls reader: sir & daddy. reader calls sampo: daddy’s girl, naughty girl, pretty girl, my girl, pretty wife, princess, good girl. sampo is a slut. reader is a rich guy w a huge dick. emotional sex. NOT PROOFREAD.

sampo sat down on his knees in front of the couch, snug in between your legs, with his head rubbing your thick thigh and his hands clasped together in his lap.

“i’m sorry your day was bad, sir. .” he mumbled, a frown on his face at you paying more attention to the files you had from work that him, before his slender hands started to move up from your leather oxford shoes, up for ankle, and settling on a bit above your knees, looking at you for permission before he began to move even farther until he finally stopped at the crotch of your pants. “i’m sure i can make it better, can’t i? daddy’s girl always knows the best ways to please you. .” sampo trailed off, not finishing his sentence as he begun to kiss your pants-and-boxers covered dick, making his glossy pink lipgloss leave sticky, glittery marks on the bulge of your pants before he began to unzip your zipper with his teeth, teasingly slow before he decided to quicken his pace and press soft, feathering kisses against your boxers.

sampo looked up at you, almost unbothered and nonchalant by his actions, pouting as he kissed your covered, growing cock, “am i not being good enough for you? i’ll do better, i promise, sir.” sampo then pulled down the hem of your boxers, letting your thick, monsterous cock out for a breath of fresh air, and started to stroke it with his, in comparison, small hands against your cock. sampo rubbed from the base of your cock and up to your head, giving it kitten-licks whilst covering it with his sticky kisses.

that’s when you gave him the attention he so desperately craved.

you put a thumb on his lower lip, which sampo immediately parted his mouth and stuck his tongue out, and used your other hand to pull his mouth closer to the head of your dick before positioning it past his pretty, pink, plump lips and slowly grabbing his hair tighter in order to pull him down and deeper on your cock. sampo didn’t attempt to pull away, ever so happy that his daddy wants to be pleased by his girl’s wet, inviting mouth. his throat, ever so hateful and restricting, didn’t welcome it when your cockhead pushed past his uvula and entered the warm, sticky entrance of his throat and pushed past the threshold. his flesh constricted around your growing, deepening length that delved deeper into his restricting throat—sampo tried his best not to pull away the longer that your cock rested inside of his throat, and almost preened in glorious praise when the pad of your right hand’s thumb swiped away the tears that slipped from his eyes and rode down his lips.

“such a pretty girl, aren’t you?” you huffed, looking down at him with your lips splitting into a lustful smirk and your eyes full with something kin to the primal instinct of animalistic heat fueled into your body, before pulling him off of your now glistening, wet, spit-covered dick. credits to sampo who now was inhaling buckets of oxygen with tears covering his face, driving down to cover his neck, and his lipgloss now smudged on your dick and spread across its length. “c’mere, pretty girl,” you mumbled, holding a hand towards him, which was soon filled with his gorgeous navy blue hair, and guiding him back towards your dick’s tip, “be good for daddy, won’t you?” he nodded, always wanting to be good for his master and ready to please you even if his throat attempted to reject your thick, girthy cock that belonged in the deepest depths of him. “that’s right,” you groaned, a dimpled smile on your face, “thaat’s my girl.”

in a matter of minutes, after your cock had been throughly sucked and his throat had been painted with a mural of your sperm aligning it, your work, that you definitely needed and deserved a break from, was entirely forgotten. thanks to your pretty, adorable boy always ready to tend to your whims and wants. after adorning your favorite set of lingerie—a lacey, creamy-white bra and panty set with embroidered stocks covering his god-like legs and mid-thigh—and posed himself like a playboy bunny model, his legs spread and tits pretty, inviting and welcoming your dick to be stuffed within his already prepped, glistening, sticky pussy. his liquids soaked through and completely drenched the part of his panties that covered his lower half to which he moved the wet folds in order to expose his intermost intimate to you: his daddy.

“don’t wear a condom, daddy,” sampo moaned once you were successfully mounted on top of him, his hands slinking upwards from your abs and towards your shoulders in order to wrap around your neck, and his panty-covered pussy pushed up against your erect cock. “wanna. .” his voice went soft like silk and sweet like honey the longer your eyes stayed interwoven with each other and your body leaned down in order for your lips to meet in a sweet, sentimental kiss, “wanna feel you. . here,” he used his free hand to grab yours and press it against the waistband of his panties, slowly moving it upwards until he pressed you down on where he believed was on top of his uterus. “and wanna feel our babies growing in here.” sampo’s emerald eyes never lost yours.

you’re his painter, and he’s your muse—even if the paint is your cum and his pussy is the canvas.

“daddy! daddy, daddy, daddy, hnnnggh–daddy!” sampo called out, his face stuffed deep into pillow that carried wet droplets of tears and blotches of saliva that left his mouth whenever you had entered him fully. your trimmed pubic hair was soaked with his liquids when his pussy kissed the base of your dick and dropped slick onto your balls. he’s fucking wet and nasty and dirty and you, his dear daddy, can’t help but raise your hand a land a slap on his plump ass cheek, leaving a red handprint in your wake.

“you’re a nasty girl–mmph, aren’t you, baby?” you asked, grunts and groans leaving you the longer you pounded into him. your hand, full of his panties that hung onto his waist for dear fucking life, let loose of his panties in order to land another rough slap against his already burning ass cheek in order to wake him up from his cock-drunk daze and answer your question.

“ye—nngh, yes! yesyesyes,” sampo moaned out, saliva dripping down his chin and his hands having fistfulls of the sheet beneath him, nodding rapidly in confirmation of your words. “i–ah! i’m a naughty girl, daddy, your naughty girl! ah, ffuck! daddy’s naughty girl, can’t get enough of daddy’s—oooh god!” sampo cut himself off from confessing that he can’t get enough of your raw, barbaric dick pistoning in and out of his pussy, the sounds of primal, animalistic sex and your fluids mixing with his filled his ears and fuck—he knows he’s daddy’s dirty, naughty, sinful girl. you let out a huff of amusement, that transforming into pure lust when you ripped his panties in half and tossed them aside. they were getting in the way, for fucks sake! you couldn’t get deep enough in his pussy with those fucking things in the way. you pulled him closer by the grip your had on his waist, your dick burying deeper than ever inside him, making sampo one-hundred-and-twenty-two percent sure you’re pressing past his uterus. and, by god, it felt good.

“daddy’s—mmm, baby, fuck, daddy’s gonna by you new ones, yeah? gonna get my baby pretty again. .” you moaned into his ear, your lips kissing the shell and your breath infiltrating it in a way that made his pussy quiver around your length. your chest now pressed against his back, your hips thrusting inside of him to chase the orgasm that’ll be sure to get him pregnant, and your hands intertwined for that hint of kindness to cover all the animal instincts rushing inside of you. sampo, his mind blank and pussy spasming around your thick dick that’s sure to leave him gaping and walking on shaky legs for days, nodded, your words becoming mush in his brain, and responding with a muffled ‘thank you, daddy’ with a sobbing moan to follow. a gasp, sharp and shocked and loud, chased with tears and a full-shiver left sampo’s mouth before he bit into the pillow. muffled moans followed. that’s how you know you delivered, because he came on your bare, raw dick. you came soon after due to the overwhelming warmth coating your dick in a sticky, gooey liquid that forces your cum to coat his insides and breed your pretty, messy, dirty girl.

you stay inside him for a little longer, chasing after your breath with the sweat sticking the two of you together, and sampo let our quiet, aching moans when you slowly slipped out of him. the sight of him ticky and wet and your cum intertwining with each other’s made your dick twitch and let out a few more ropes of cum that covered his back. the two of you, through slow, sweet kissed and fond, sentimental touches, somehow got into the shower, where sampo gave you leg-shaking blowjob and you, in return, fingered him until he let out two more orgasms just from your fingers. after changing the sheets, getting dressed, and sampo pressing soft kisses on your chest, collarbone, and lips, it was finally time for sleep. work can wait, tomorrow can wait, because you and your pretty wife are together after a night of passionate, intense sex and—

“daddy. . i want a new car.”

oh god. then again, who are you to deny the mother of your children?

“of course, princess,” you said, tucking away his bangs and pressing a kiss to his forehead, “of course.”

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yr-nightsky · 2 months ago

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DES says . . . shouts out to my boyfriend for giving me such a good idea & happy 1st collab w/ @vampfav .

SUM. — rudolf, ever so present in his studies, has decided that you, his beautiful air-headed beau, needs to study in order for you to ace the upcoming exam. however, how is it his fault that your lipstick looks so pretty on his cock whilst licking it clean?

CON. warning — ‘dom’ to sub (bottom rdr / top character), bareback / raw, anal, mating press, ‘himbo’ reader x yan. character, recording / taking photos, cumming inside & mentions of backshots, bondage, downright disgusting language, sexual roleplay; GENDER NEUTRAL READER —› ambiguous penetration.

NOTES. — rudolf belongs to favvie. reader is more feminine than a normal cis male. not proofread. + check out @vampfav for more of rudolf.

“so, what you do here is—pay attention.” rudolf said, pulling you upwards in order to catch his eyes in an upset glare instead of staring at yourself in your circular mirror in order to figure out how your lipgloss should look, before letting a displeased sigh slip past his lips. rudolf folded his arms over his chest, seeming more dominate than he should, and waited for you to finish coating your plump, wet lips in sticky gloss. “are you done?” he asked with a curt tone whilst gesturing towards the open laptop that shower your physics homework, “can we get back to work?”

‘work’ does not happen because it is quickly forgotten about when you shape your lips into an adorable pout and sigh. rudolf finds himself leaning over the table, his hand on the back of your neck before moving up in order to intertwine with your hair, and his lips being slathered in your gloss and whines and moans before your tongue split them apart like an ocean and surging inside of his mouth like a tidal wave in order to slide along with his tongue. your spit become bestfriends, your tongues become spouses, and your clothes get introduced to the fucking floor because rudolf can’t wait to be inside you, the light in his life of damnation, because he’s so sure his life depends on it.

he rips a condom, ready to roll it onto his dick with shaky, excited hands, before you pull him further onto the bed, your chests touching, his face fuming, and his dick slotted in between your hot, wet thighs. “fuck me raw, baby,” you whisper with pleading, desperate eyes, one hand going down to his dick and slowly jerking him off, “need t’feel you in me.” and, with the way his eyes went blind with white-hot desire to be slotted deep inside your insides with your body spasming to take his thick, aching dick down to the base, you know he’ll never deny you.

rudolf finds himself discarding of those dumb, shitty, walgreens bought glasses in order to see the absolute dirty laid out before him. beauty—pure, undeniable, absolutely ethereal beauty—greets him with the way you let out a slew of pleased, shaky moans that’re, much to rudolf’s displeasure, being muffled by the sheets beneath you. his tip pushed past your body’s threshold that glistens with lube and his pre-cum, successfully slotting himself inside of your body that opens for him like the sea did for moses. your body spasms around him before clutching onto his dick like it’s one of the testaments you live by and rudolf can’t help that you elict a full-body shiver from him, make his vocal cords pull in on themselves and let out a groan of pure pleasure, and force his hips to groan a mind of their own.

his pubes are covered in your wet, nasty fluids, the sound of your bodies colliding together and becoming two interwoven souls bounce off the walls just as you’re bouncing back with every thrust his hips create, and rudolf can’t help but pull you up by your heavensent hair and smash your lips onto and against his. your lipgloss is nearing its end the longer he kisses you, most of it already coating the pillowcase due to your mouth not being able to stop the sounds of pleasure leaving your throat, because he wants to make sure that, even after you two fall asleep in each others arms, he can still taste the aftermath of you against his lips, teeth, tongue, and interior of his mouth.

thrusting and thrusting and thrusting. bucking and bucking and bucking. moaning and groaning and whining and whimpering—“ffuck! s’good, s’good, can–can’t wait! need you t’cum in me!” you whined head lolling backwards with your hands gripping the underside of your thighs with your nails digging into your flesh in order to hold them against your chest for rudolf’s dick to reach your intermost deepest regions. rudolf crumbles down at your words, his body falling down onto yours with your nipples becomming reacquainted, and burrows his face in the crook of your neck.

“cummin’ baby, cumming so, so fucking deep in you—nngh! ah, ah fuckfuckfuck,” rudolf’s hips stopped pursuing his orgasm once he was balls deep inside of you, his body coiling in on itself and momentary, life-changing gasps and moans leaving him. your nails clawed at his back, leaving marks of him being your territory, your fucking property, because rudolf knows he belongs to you and nothing nor nobody else.

when he pulls out of you, unintentionally yet effectively spilling cum on your bedsheets and bedspread, he looks at your body oozing out streams of his sticky, thick cum and he uses his thumb to push incoming globs back inside of you, making you do a full body shiver accompanied with a moan.

“better to study now, babydoll?” rudolf asks, being shut up almost immediately by your lips smashing against his. no, you weren’t better now to fucking study again. you weren’t better to study at god damnit all—fuck this dumb roleplay because rudolf should be focusing on and fucking you instead.

the day comes into a close when the sun is wrapped in a blanket of dark navy coated with stars and rudolf is overstimulated from your tongue sliding up from the base of his dick, kitten-licking his tip, before pressing him down your throat and guiding his hands to your hair. and rudolf, his mouth open and saliva dripping out from the crevices with how good you make him feel, can’t think anything else except you and your lipgloss.

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