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[minhphong306]

[Learning notes] Elastic Stack: Fulltext queries, combine queries

Full-text search queries: Running full text queries and complex queries with Elasticsearch and Kibana Match query: search bất cứ field nào của document có chứa một trong các từ (term) Continue reading [Learning notes] Elastic Stack: Fulltext queries, combine queries

[arjunphp-blog]

Elastic Kibana - Install as windows service

Creating a new Windows service for Kibana can be done using various methods. Here, I’ll provide steps using NSSM (Non-Sucking Service Manager), a commonly used tool to create services on Windows. Download NSSM: First, download NSSM from the official website: https://nssm.cc/download Extract the downloaded archive to a directory on your computer. Open PowerShell as Administrator: Right-click…

[the-ephemeral-ethereal]

The time we have to spend each day is elastic: it is stretched by the passions we feel; it is shrunk by those we inspire; and all of it is filled by habit.

from In Search of Lost Time, Book 2: In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower by Marcel Proust

[prosperasoft]

https://prosperasoft.com/blog/cloud/algolia-vs-elasticsearch/

[tonycries]

FEVERRR?!

Synopsis. Oh no! Getting hit with a séx technique gave him a fever - babyféver.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, séx cursed technique (he’s affected), PÚSSYDRÚNK MEN, bréeding, cúmplay, matíng presses, clan leader!Gojo, ínnapropríate use of jujutsu, manhandIing, marathons, maIe squírting, overstím, dúmbifícation, best friend!Choso, proposals, marking, phéromones, HÉATS, true form Sukuna, Sukuna’s second mouth, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. Skibidi alpha Tony is baaaack (and ovuIating.)

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - No running!

That pesky, low-grade curse he happened to encounter on a gig today? Tch, Toji Fushiguro didn’t even break a sweat before finishing it off. Didn’t even flinch at its weak cursed technique, didn’t- didn’t even…

-didn’t even make it to your bedroom.

“You’re lucky.” A pained wheeze spits from Toji’s clenched canines as soon as his hips bully your own into the soft carpet of your doorway. And his clammy core sticks feverishly against your back - burning hot, desperate. He’s inhaling your honeyed fragrance and stuttering- “Y-you’re lucky you’re lucky you’re lucky I didn’t- oh.”

Your husband jolts once he’s catching the hazy sight of you mindlessly crawling away, a rugged snicker leaving him as he claws a massive palm on top of your scalp to draaaag you right back down.

Slurp! goes the way his round, cherry-red circumference circles your sloppy entrance, and you’re whining over your shoulder. “T-Toooji–! What’s gotten into you t-today?”

“Y-you’re about to find out, ma.”

“What do you…” 

That question on the tip of your dampened tongue didn’t even have a chance to formulate, before you’re gathering up every ounce of strength in your body to meet Toji’s jaded stare and- oh.

Oh, it hits you.

You were fucked. 

Oh-so-very vulgarly fucked, he’s ramming his painfully aching length just mere sultry inches past your saturated folds and it’s enough to leave you dizzy. The swollen spheroid of his crownhead scraping your walls rawly open, Toji’s shivering above you.

Sharp jaw bitten at the tight resistance of your elastic hole. Sounding fucked out of his mind– “Feel that?” You’re gasping when one of his palms travel halfway down your tummy, searching for that familiar nudge of his stout cockhead. “Yeah- feel me all inside? You’re luck- ngh- you’re lucky. Sooooo fucking lucky-” 

Was…you could feel your slobbering pussylips grow ever-wetter, glossing out a slick coating that glues to his sagging hilt in a ring. Was the Toji Fushiguro pussydrunk right now? Already? 

With the calloused ends of his fat digits clasping ‘round your throat, he’s reeling you to him like some cute toy. Drinking in your every piping shrill, kissing, gnawing- “L-lucky I didn’t catch ya right then and there, doll.”

And maybe Toji was just so big that it rendered you stupid.

Because with your spine bowed up against the ridges of his abs, you’re huffing n’ puffing with every glissade of his beefed-up muscles. “Wh-why–?”

“Why? Why?” His baritone comes out broken, octaves higher. He slouches over to breathe in a heavy gulp of your sweetened scent and almost sobs in disbelief, “‘Why’ m-my wife asks- why-” And before you know it, Toji’s holding tightly onto your cute throat n’ siiiinking his fat shaft deeper inside. Shoving and shoving his toned v-line into you with every snug resistance from your cunt, “Ohhh fuck- fuck! I can’t even- you don’t even know- because m’gonna break ya, doll.”

“Gonna break- ngh- gonna– fuuuck, why are you so big?” You’re so fucking full that you can feel his steaming dollops of pre fill you up to your lungs, damn near splitting you in half. 

Grinning savagely, “N’ yet she’s still begging for more. She wants me- needs me-” With a coo, Toji hikes up one of his meaty thighs to plant down on your sweaty skull and make you arch. “-and I thought I’d die without this p-pretty pussy.”

“Hck! Inside- w-want every inch, Toji–” The wooden floorboards underneath creakily sing with every rummaging drill. 

He was fucking you like a madman. “That damn curse- fuck, wanted to fuck you right there. Right in public- right in front of e-everyone.” Truly, he was burning every nanosecond he wasn’t jackhammering you silly. 

That cursed technique working overtime to make him tense his front and slap sloppily into the mounds of your ass. Over and over in jagged, animalistic ruts just trying to fit himself in. 

More more more more - and yet, it still wasn’t enough.

“Take it all- gonna break-” The rotund curve of his left thumb roams down, curling past your soppy crevice to smear open your droopy folds. Wiiidely agape to push his squelching cock further, the snagging stretch felt feral. “-gonna break me.”

A fat line of saliva escapes from one end of Toji’s unfastened maw once you clench, dripping down to target your leaking hole with a loud splat! splat! splat! The impact so sudden and scalding hot that it has you flinching-

“O-oi–” And has Toji immediately digging the fringes of his fingerpads deeper upon either side of your throat and tugging- you weren’t even creeping away this time, and yet he was letting off a pained grunt as if you were. 

Couldn’t even bear the mere thought-

“No no no no no, don’t run-” He’s gritting his teeth, precisely skidding his vein-decorated length until Toji’s pointed mushroom smooches your most sensitive spot. A direct strike, “Don’t run from me, mama. You have nowhere to run tonight.” 

Finally, finally bottoming out. 

BANG!

Toji’s palm comes slamming down on the space of floor right beside your head, hard enough that the entire floor shudders. Just as much as he was. 

“Fuck- fuck.” He sounded so fucked-out that it made your own ears ring. Long, raven lashes shuttering, cheekbones flushing, scarred mouth falling into an oh! at the feeling of your hot cunt.

“O-oh my god…fuuuck Toji–!” You’re sobbing at the taut stretch of your poor walls, bruising with the slip n’ slide of his rock-hard length. Toji’s cock was probin’ in so deep that you’re counting every lecherous ba-dump! of his racing pulse down under. 

A few black tendrils of his happy trail rub on your ass cheeks as he’s tugging you closer, furiously blinking his hooded eyelids to clear his vision. 

“M’gonna…” And just as soon as the words are forming on his tongue- they’re falling flat. 

Because Toji’s only just raising his white-knuckled hand from the sizzling carpet to find that he’d left a smashed crater in the shape of his hand. 

Strength so overwhelming, powers so out of control - he didn’t know whether it was the technique or you that had him so…ruined. 

“H-heh.” He barks out a hoarse breath of shocked laughter, that very same heated palm drifting down to cup your bulging pussy. Stretched and stretched and stretched around his barreling size–

You can only squirm at the way his touch is so unintentionally hot, almost simmering out the branding of his handprint. Dangerous. 

One hand massaging your tearful cunt, the other letting go of your craned neck to pat that outline he was fucking into your tummy with every- single- slam. The shape of his glazed tip creamin’ into your insides, Toji coos. “M’gonna haaaa fill this cute bulge up with Megs’ new younger sister, ma.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Big big BIG

“You- you know I respect you- right, my love?” Nanami’s seething out with a sharp bite of his handsome jaw, nostrils flaring at that saccharine scent you were giving off. “Right?”

Slowly, you nod– vision blurred with the glassy film of your own stimulated tears. 

What? What happened to make your dear, gentle Nanami Kento so…feral. 

Only for your husband to spank down a hold on the curve of waist and draaaag you bodily down the silken sheets- “Because- because m’gonna fuck you right now. Hard. Fast. Disrespectful.” 

Oh. 

Nanami wasn’t just big - he was teeth-clenchingly, mind-numbingly big. So wide n’ swollen that just a brush of his pretty pink tip against your mushy walls left you ruined from the inside out, whining. 

And right now he was bigger. 

“Ken–” Your brows furrow adorably tight, and you’re swearing that that made your husband grow even fatter. Prolonging a few sultry inches that made your toes curl all the way, “-Ken y-you’re so…”

“S’biiig, huh?” He’s softly swabbing away that thin trickle of drool decorating the side of your lips. Free hand loosening that satin yellow tie of his that he didn’t even bother taking off - couldn’t. “Keep those- hah! legs open, s’alright-”

And every breathy word comes out in a murked pant - heaving, desperate. Gasp after hot gasp departing from his stern mouth every time Nanami’s squelching his girth inside, he spits wetly down your slit. 

“See?” Thumbing inside that translucent splatters, “You- you can take this, then you can take this, my wife. You can- haaaah you hafta. Let me- let me.”

“Oh, p-pleeease!” You’re squealing as he laces an overlarge palm on top of your sweat-matted crown and pushes you onto his throbbing, aching length. Ogling away at the beefy flex of his biceps as he does-

The intensity of your gaze makes him jolt. Body shocked, heat burning- his carnal fingertips itching to squeeze your puckered pussylips together, “C’mon-” Tighter, cock pulsing fatter. “C’mon.” Tighter. 

Just to watch the way your moans pitch higher, face polished with a wave of fucked-out drool - your husband was so mean.

“Hafta fill you up.” His scorching pants make your forehead humid with perspiration. Words sharp, narrowed down where his mushroom tip was slimily mazing inside of you, “Hafta make her f-full, hafta ngh- breed this cute lil’ cunt right here.”

He’s never been this…depraved. 

Never been this vulgar, never this impatient as he keeps clinging onto the nub of your clit with his ring finger, making you yelp at the chilling touch. And you had half the mind to wonder what the hell happened on his mission today.

“What happened? What- ngh! I’ll tell you wh-what happened, my love.”

Shit- were you talking out loud?

His bludgeoning thrusts were so rawly good that it had you stupid, your pupils circling your eyes in a way that was almost silly. “Wh-what…”

“S’a curse- a technique- a- fuck! I don’t even know.” Something stupid when he was rushing to get home to you. And something even more deprived cracks at the back of Nanami’s dry throat, syllables slurring together in a way you’ve never heard your eloquent husband do before. 

“Just wanna fuh-fuck you, darlin’.” Soft, plump lips graze yours tenderly, and he’s drinking in your sweetened scent. The taste of it enough that he ruts - without even knowing. “Want- no, need it. S’like this pretty pussy’s hck! holding me hostage. Gonna die without her.”

He needed you. He needed you. 

The very moment that Nanami finds himself sheathed all the way to those curls of tawny gold lining down his washboard abs - filling you up so much you could barely motion your lungs to breathe - he’s gone. Gone. 

And he was fucking you straight into the mattress, until you felt like you were on the very verge of being swallowed up by the creaking bedsprings. Until you felt like you were going insane-

Bottomed out yet pushing and pushing and pushing.

Your trembling fingers latch ‘round Nanami’s dangling tie for dear life, and it only makes the sculptured man above you grin. “Yeah- yeah that’s it–” One of his roughened free hands clasp over your own and let you puuuull and tug to your lecherous heart’s content, “-roughen me up.”

He wanted to be strung around, he wanted you to scrape your nails all over his muscles every time his deeply scouring cock was hitting your innards. 

“Oh- my god, Kento–!” Comes out your answering whine as he slouches his sturdy weight on top of you until you’re press-press-pressed down with his core. Heels of your feet snagging on the bindings of his thigh suspenders, “Please- please please m’so close.”

Harder. Faster. 

Gazing down at where you were slobbering in great heaving dollops with such greed, Nanami was so needy that you see him drool in thin slivers. 

He didn’t even realize. 

“S-such pretty birthing hips. We’re gonna have s-such gorgeous kids.” He almost whimpers - whimpers out - blond strands sticking in an uncharacteristically unruly manner to his forehead. Nanami plants yet another sweet mass of spit on your sensitive cunt until it had you squirming, “That- yeah like that- c-can you spell my name, darling?”

And he wasn’t just asking - he was manhandling you into it with a few thorough pushes of his toned thighs. Shaking. Unsteady. 

Nanami’s breath catches in his breath once your gyratin’ hips manage to move in something that resembled a slurping K-E-N-T-O - giving extra care to let his vein patterns massage your sweet spots on that last ‘O’.

“O-oh, Ken–” Your hips keep repeatedly bucking and he finds it so hypnotizing, “-m’close- m’gonna- fuck fuck fuck m’gonna…”

K-E-N-T-O

One set of thick fingers rolling on your clit, the other pushing those fogged-up glasses further up his blushing face. 

“Fuck-” Curved mound of his breeder balls kissing your cunt over and over, stinging. Something in him twitches as he feels your fleshy walls squeeze n’ clench n’ cum. “Fuuuck k-keep doing that and m’gonna…make a mess. M’gonna-”

The wave of your high only punctures with one of your shrilling moans as Nanami’s tunneling shaft gives an animalistic twitch. You’re hauling him by the tie to crash your lips into his, open-mouthed and raw. “P-please Ken…inside…?”

Barely even coherent over your euphoria and it still manages to shock him to his very core like a zillion volts. 

And maybe he’s cumming - maybe he’s cumming twice- but fuck. He doesn’t even know right now, doesn’t even feel anything other than the clingy splatter of something wet and oozing out of his geysering tip - and the cold, cold taste of your wedding ring. 

Being brought up to his snarling mouth so that he can bite down– “-m’gonna p-put another one of hck! these on you, my love.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - “S-sweet…”

That soft gasping whine tumbles out of Geto’s pretty lips like he didn’t even mean it to - like he didn’t even fucking realize until it was too late. 

And your tearful eyes are cracking wider just a smidge, a sweltering hot gasp sprinting from your mouth and straight towards his tender shaft. Where your leader was ravenously fisting his reddened length in front of your face - rapid, sloppy tugs while he straddled your head.

Practically goading that pearl-sheened droplet of precum to splatter down onto your face, “Sweet.” His nostrils flare as he’s gulping in your scent even further, and now that he’d started he couldn’t stop.

That all-new cursed technique the sorcerers used on him was driving him mad, dolloping out a stringy wad of sap that leaks from the strawberry-pink orifice homed at his very tip. Down, down, down to glue your puckered lips together, “You’re so sweet.” Spank goes the ringing impact of his vein-covered length slapping your cheek, until you feel every winding pattern. Gasping, “Why? Why the fuck are you so sweet?”

Agonizing, he was genuinely asking.

Spank spank spank- 

Geto’s slender fingers fly up n’ down from the raven curls at his pelvis to thumb his curvaceous cockhead, “Gonna- gonna be the death of me.” His thick, milky thighs shiver where he hovers over your face, dark brows furrowed. “-gonna ruin me. Gonna fuck- fuuuck–”

Your tongue flops out readily as a few speckles of pale white ooze out onto your face, spittle overflowing at the way it was so hot you could almost see steam.

And it wasn’t enough that you’re making him cum like this - your glittery pussy just looks so delectable that Geto Suguru feels like he could die if he doesn’t shuffle himself down your body and plug you full right this very second.

So that’s exactly what he does. 

Fast enough that your stupidly muddled brain wonders whether your boyfriend had teleported, because in a split-second he’s thwacking his ruby-red tip between the leaky crevice of your pussy and cumming.

In ropey, white mases that cobweb your entrance- Geto’s spit-stringed maw falls open at the way your glistening hole quivers greedily. “God, you love it like this, huh?” He seethes, canines drawn in a snarl. “You love it. Sucking me up like that- ya have noooo idea what you do t’me, huh?”

“J-jus’ want you so bad, Suguru–” You’re whining out, the caps of your knees hitting your tits once you’re being folded like a lawnchair underneath him. 

“Fucking slut.” Trying for his usual predatory leer but he sounds feral, gone. Sounding off the most primal slurp as he coats his achin’ tip with the lustre of slick dripping down your boneless thighs, Geto leans over until you could practically taste his expensive cologne. “S’worse than that t-technique. You…you like it like this, huh?”

And the ‘yes yes yes’ is just starting to formulate on your tongue before he’s smushing your cheeks together with his left hand - and barreling his fat, rock-hard cock into your sobbing cunt with the right.

Inch after inch.

So big that just the first creeped-in plop! of his ridged tip scours your gooey wet spots and leaves you keening. His rotund tip stout and wiiide enough that your mouth falls into the same agape oh!

It wasn’t enough - just getting himself off would never be enough. He needed you you you–

“S’that it? S’that what you want?” Geto’s grouching sounds just as merciless as his pace was starting up, flexible hips swirlin’ aaaaching drags of his heavy cock against every nook and cranny of your pussy. “Ta ruin me? Huh–?” And his eyes blow wide, shuddering thighs coming to press up against yours, he grins. “Well- you’ve got me ruined. Fuuuuck you’ve got me ruined.”

“N-nghhh– Sugu- s-so deep.” You cry out once his cherry-red tip swabs your cervix in a prolonged line, your sanity fraying at the edges with each rummaging push. 

“Shit- you like being fuh-fucked like this.” Pounding every wiry sput of ivory into you so hard that you can feel it swirl inside of you and make such a mess. It wasn’t lost on his cottony brain how that only made you even wetter, prattling. “Like this- all- all sloppy.”

“Yes- yes yes yes, want it- want it all.”

And your ruthless leader doesn’t know whether it’s that damn technique or simply you that makes his heart race so rapidly. 

Giving your cushy walls yet another slam, “Oh yeah? Ya like it when I make this ngh- cute cunt all sloppy? Then you better not w-waste a single drop.”

You’re mewling at the probing feeling of his slender fingertips pushing apart your claggy folds to treat your pulsating clit like a button. Tugging and toying. “D-did you just stutter?”

“Shut up.” And for all your mouthiness, it earns you the biggest slap of Geto’s split-ended head bruising your g-spot. So hard that he was almost a magenta purple at the drooling tippy-top, “Shut up shut up shut up-” 

His soothing bass cracks, his hips shudder. Your calves almost ache where he’s manhandling you easily into a mating press, “N’ take it- t-take it- Hck! gonna be all full with me…full with my kids.”

Plural - and that is almost enough to make you babble out nonsense all over again.

“Fuh-fuuuuck– Sugu–”

Geto’s hazed amethyst eyes falter shut as he buries his face to your throat and draaaags in a deep inhale of your honey-dipped pheromones. So sweet. “H-heh- maybe that’ll stop all that backtalk- huh, gorgeous?” 

The curvy lines of his veins slip across your walls as he drills into you oh-so-relentlessly, and the only response you can give are a few gurgling gasps of his name. 

He was insatiable - nothing like himself.

“Yeah? Oh yeah?” Something in his voice hatches primally, and Geto leans over almost mockingly. Harder. Plump, pink lips curling with every squelch! your stretched-out walls sing, “Tell her ta s-stop drooling n’ talk to me straight-”

“B-but I am-”

“I meant her.” Cutting you off, you can feel your ears pop with the sheer pressure of him ravaging your tender insides. The mound of his crownhead pushes into your cervix and you whine– “Shh- she’s talking-” 

Fuck, he wasn’t even talking to you. So fucked-out that you wondered whether he even realized. 

“She’s talking- telling me that she wants it- ohhh she wants me ta fill you up e-even more-” He has the audacity to giggle - giggle - out something octaves higher and maddened, “-ta breed you, my p-pretty cumdump. To make you all full and round and- and full. Full of my daughter, gorgeous.”

Only dabbing the hand at your clit upwards to sliiide along your ajar maw, gathering a few gumdrops of creamy cum that had decided to slip free earlier— he glosses over your lips and makes you let off the loudest wet noise yet. 

Your lashes grow heavy with tears of sensitivity as that very same sensory pad sneaks down to your swollen folds, gliiiding it all over in a lustrous coating. Thick and hot. 

“H-heh.” 

His parched Adam’s apple bobs at the treacly wet glazes decorating both pairs of your lips, looking so unfairly pretty. All dark strands of black sticking to his clammy forehead, dimples displayed, blush devastating. “Almost looks better on her.” Half-opened eyes narrowed down at your soppy pussy, now all glittery and moistened. Geto growls, “Gonna hafta give her a second helping ta make sure, gorgeous.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Got milk?!

“B-baby-” Choso’s puffy, ruby-red lips flap wildly as your hips swerve gently arooound his aching hot cock. That swollen mushroom tip of his stirring your goopy insides in a snug heart until you didn’t know whether you were more fucked or he was. “Baby- hck! baby.”

“Yeeees, Cho?” You’re cooing downwards, planting a sweet, sweet kiss that leaves your poor best friend blushing. 

He was just plain cute even after a mishap with his own cursed technique - one that left his curse-like powers out of control and him…in heat. Thankfully you knew how to help. 

Whining breathily as he gnaws on your lower lip like candied gum, “N-no…”

You watch on with your head tilted prettily as he lowers his chestnut gaze shyly, a silvery line of sweat roaming somewhere down his temple. “I-I meant-” Choso’s stuttering out needily, the blushing curve of his shaft pounding oh-so-rapidly inside of you, pulse racing. He’s creeping a hand up the sides of your hips - your womb. “-I w-want a baby, baby.”

Every second that you’re stilling in slight shock felt like agony to him, every soft clench you’re instinctively smooching over his rummaging circumference was heaven.

And Choso was damn near letting his heavy lids burst with a waterfall of desperate tears before you blink your lashes in such a sensual way– 

“Awww, Choso–” Leaning over his toned pectorals until your honeyed scent overwhelms him and makes him throb. You pat the sexy incubus-looking inking that’d burned over his curly brown happy trail, “-of course you c-”

He doesn’t even let you finish your sentence - doesn’t have the patience to.

Not even the fucking sanity to do anything but clamp down his honed, animalistic canines into the crook of your neck and cum. Just from those words shrilling out of your mouth– he’s wafting out guttural grunts upon grunts into your heated flesh with every splat! of creamy seed covering your insides.

“I-I’ll take ngh- care of it.” You’re making out his scratchy words, “I’ll take care I’ll— oh.” The plump pads of his fingers smear a wet wipe down your leaking slit, scooping up oodles of cum. “I’ll take take of you- take care of our daughter take- take–”

Shit, you looked so sinful with your pretty pussy drooling down on him this way.

Spraying out a shiny sheen of glossy white that dripped down either side of his slender hips, your greedy entrance gulping up every wiry web of seed he was pouring inside you. 

“Need to fuck you- gonna fuck you. Feels like m’fucking burning up if I don’t…” Overtaking him - overtaking his pace.

You’re squealing at the splosh of wetness pooled inside your walls, “P-please, baby.” Head throwing back stupidly once the fat of his thumb slithers to stuff your hole with so many copious wads of sap. “W-want more-”

“D-don’t say that.” A hefty digit finds itself stuffed inside your slackened mouth, and you can’t help but slurp up the caramel salted taste of Choso’s cum right off of him. “-s’not good t-to talk out of your cute c- oh…”

And he’s so ready for you to squirm your body even closer and spit that ivory frosting back over into his mouth, striking his pinkish tastebuds with a resounding splatter. And he swallows. His eyes rolling all the way backwards until you could only see pure white- humming, “But I want more, Cho. Inside.”

“M-more.” Choso gazes up at you - blank-faced, mouth agape. Gone. Shaking his head, gasping to free himself from this cursed technique, “Really- really want more.”

Nodding, “Mor- mmpf–!”

Choso’s slouching over right in half - he couldn’t get enough of you, couldn’t want anything but more. In an instant, all the murked air inside your lungs is being squeezed out once Choso sits up on the silken mattress and hugs his strong arms ‘round your body.

Face pushing into your neck, breath scorching your skin. “More- more.” A high-pitched - almost crazed - sort of laughter departs from his adhesive-like lips, “She wants more- my-” Groooaning at the sultry smooch of his weepy orifice accurately into your cervix, “-my baby wants more fuuuck–!”

Mouth watering with a syrupy wave of spittle at your fragrance, so sweet that he could almost taste it. With a creak! of your aged bedcoils, he’s pounding up into you-

Hard. Fast.

Every gyrating motion massaging his tense core all over your front n’ sweaty inner thighs, “Milking me- milking me- ohh, my baby can f-feel all of it, huh?” 

“I can- hngh! C-can…” Your arms throw over Choso’s broad shoulders as you hold on for dear life. He was just so veiny that every whack! whack! whack! of his bludgeoning crown left your dangling knees weak.

Curtained by silky bangs, glassy eyes of his catch yours, “You can- y-you can, h-huh? Feel every inch, every v-vein-” Almost as if he himself couldn’t believe it, Choso’s trekking over one of his splayed palms to feel for where he’s rummaging your insides and hisses. Sharp tattoos on his nosebridge crinkling, “-every push-” His puffily veined shaft slips over your g-spot with a delicate sluuuuurp, “-right here?”

“Oh- ohhhh fuck! I can–”

“Yeah- yeah yeah yeah- feel it. Feel me.” Now slobbering like a damn dog with every cloudy puff of your pheromones, he can feel the heat overtaking him and making his glistening tip swell. “Gonna fuh-fucking die before I don’t fill ya up-”

It was almost hard to remember that this was your best friend. You’re thumbing away one of the pearly translucent tears that slip down his burning cheeks, “Then you better not hah! miss.”

So looong that every rugged thrust reaches your deepest, tenderest insides; spearheading your poor pussy until you felt your folds rub raw. And the sloppier his cadence gets, the more rapidly your hazed irises are circlin’ your eyes dizzily. 

Choso’s sweet lips glue to each other with a lustre of spit and wobbles, a furious blush overtaking his features from the tips of his ears to down under. “N-ngh!”

And it’s all that he has to say- all that he can breathe before Choso’s not just cumming for the second time - he’s squirting. 

You made him squirt out hot rivulets of sticky sap that clings onto your cunt lovingly, trickling down every ridge of his washboard abs. So much. So heavy.

His bulky tip slips out of your entrance at the sheer momentum and Choso whines- “Sh-she’s gonna have your gorgeous eyes- I love your eyes…” Angrily fisting the chubby base to froth out more and more milky ribbons that scorch your slippery crevices, you’re being flooded to the very brim. “-your smile- y-your beautiful skin- your hair- alllll of you. M’gonna take care of it allll.”

Thighs twitching, you’re barely even talking at this point, your pussy letting off more than enough chatty squelches on behalf of you. 

Choso grips a handful of your right asscheek to tug you closer before- with a noisy splatter, a few viscid tendrils of cum drivel out of you. And oh, his tear-filled gaze is hypnotized by the sight of the mess he’s made below. 

Jaw-dropped. Heated. 

“Oh- marry me.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Suffocate me, woman.

The King of Curses didn’t know how he got here- he didn’t even know why. 

One his damn court subjects was showing off a cursed technique, and the next thing y’know is that you’re seated right on top of his plush, puckered mouth whilst the Ryomen Sukuna begged for your dripping wet cunt. 

“O-oh but, Kuna-” Your lower lip wobbles cutely as his clawed fingers grip each side of your hips like a vice, he’d already been driving you mad with his tongue and his dual cocks for hours now. 

And yet - he still needed more.

“Fuck ‘b-b-but’.” Your hulking husband snarls from down below, and just the sight of his gleaming, honed canines is enough for you to shudder out a gasping oh! The edges of his plump lips tickling your perked pulsing clit-

“If I suffocate y-”

“Then fucking s-suffocate me.” You don’t even have the time to register that you’d made the big, bad king stutter before he’s gripping a bruising handful of your ass and draaaagging you down. Plopping, sitting. Grouchy baritone cracking, “Wh-who do ya think I am, puny human?”

It was a rhetorical question, and the only answer you’re able to give is a jumble of mashed ‘fuck!’ and “Kuna!” 

Bellowing out a throaty groan at the honeyed sap beading down his tongue, Sukuna’s prominent Adam’s apple bobs and gasps with every gulp. Every slap of his scratchy tastebuds, every smooch. 

“S-smells so sweet.” And as if he wasn’t lewd enough, you’re feeling the frigid breeze of him inhaaaling the fragrance of your candied pussy. Grunting, “Wanna kiss? Sloppy- w-wanna kiss, don’tcha?” The slivery edge of his tongue slips past your folds and laps up the remnant excess of his creampies from before- “Mmmm- s’not enough. Not- not enough.”

“N-not enough?”

And it really wasn’t enough for him.

Shoving himself even more nose-deep between your puffy folds meant that Sukuna was hypnotized, his crimson peripherals barely peeking out between his pinkish bangs. 

“Cleaning you up t-ta put in more-” A webbed wallop of cum slips between his lips, and he’s taking a few seconds to sniff your honeyed, raw cunt once more. Senses sensitive twofold, “-gotta put in more. S-sooo much more. Gotta fill you up.”

His mouths - both his mouths - were fucking restless. The slimy tip of his second cursed tongue weaving upwards until you’re flinching at its touch, slopping a wet sheen all over your inner thighs. You’re shuddering as the very berry-pink muscle prolongs to slap your clit, “W-wait that’s ngh! Unfairrrr–”

“Didn’t think I would be nice, did ya?” He’s grumbing out, and the length of his other tongue was so loooong that it could stretch all the way until you’re being smeared wide open. Up, up, up just to taste you. 

You’re halfway through screaming as you feel the tiny hearts that he’s drawing over your inner thighs, faster. Faster. Cracking open a heavy eye, “What? Hm?” Not talking to you - but to his other cursed mouth. “Keh, greedy thing. Go on then.”

Oh. 

Oh, you only get what he meant when his winding muscle starts pokin’ your rubbery entrance. Playfully nudging once - twice, before splitting you so open. 

“S-so deep-!” Sukuna’s mazing his tongue down your dewy dampened walls so deep, glistening hot tip searching like a headlight. He scratches the ridges of his tastebuds right over where he could just pinpoint your g-spot, “W-wait there- hck! There–!”

And usually he would snipe back with something smug, usually he would mock your wailing whines.

But right now, Sukuna was so gone on your dizzying pussy that his nostrils flare as he pushes further face-deep between your jittery legs. 

“There- there there there.” 

Chin dribbling with a lustrous glazing of slick and cum and slick, your fuzzy brain sparks with so many stars with every thrust. Faster. “Does it please you to drench me, brat?” Making out with your slobbering cunt like a man parched. Faster. “Does it p-please you to have me like this? Begging and cleaning out your sloppy haaaa pussy- only to fill you up again?”

Overstimulated tears saturating your eyes, you can only throw your head back and whine– “Y-yes–” Legs twitching where they were fully cushioning Sukuna’s handsome face, “-please…won’t last, Kuna–”

It’s like both his drooling maws only get more eager at your declaration.

Jaw spanking the front of your cunt, he’s sucking on your cute clit like a lolly. “Won’t last, huuuh?” Leering grin reflected upon both mouths, Sukuna’s second tongue dares to draw a swooping pattern- no, his name. His name in a sizzling hot motion on your battered g-spot, “Cum then.”

And when you do, it’s with that very same name trilling from your spit-slicked mouth until your lips are buzzing. 

Peak after peak of white-hot euphoria that leaves your head spinning, heartbeat thundering down all the way to your hot core. And the king is soooo much more than happy to let his features brace your every sloppy drag. 

Creaky joints ricketing at the sheer force, the backs of your thighs aching, “S-s’too good-” Your throat clogs with a few wads of saliva that overspill, so filthy. “-feels like m’in heaven, Kuna.”

And it’s only once your tingling high has simmered down, only once you’re just beginning to catch your punctured breath that he’s finally, finally wrenching himself away with a claggy mwah!

“Well don’t tap out just yet, brat.” Heavy lids hooded - the smile he’s gifting you is so drunken. Chuckling gruffly, “Look at this mess.”

Calling it a ‘mess’ was an understatement. 

Sukuna was ravaged from the apples of his high cheekbones - all glossy with a lacquer of your juices - down to his slobbering second mouth. Still licking its monstrous lips with the cloying remnants of you, tongue flicking wet swipes at your thighs for more more more. 

“Clean it up.”

His tone is sharp, stern- but the way that the man himself hiccups once two of his four beefy arms pick you up and manhandle you over his matching cocks was anything but. 

Hell, he was already wondering whether he could get that damn curse to hit him with this cursed technique a second time.

“O-oh.” Sukuna stutters - stutters, at the heated warmth of your pussylips being spread open over his swollen, pre-topped cockhead. Both so big that not even how much his secondary mouth had tugged on your hole could prepare you for the streeeeetch–

“That’s it- that- that’s it-” His broad, meaty pecs heave, his crimson eyes dilate, his own mouth drools at the snug clench of you. Looming so big, you’re being hovered down like a pretty porcelain doll to maze his rovering strawberry divots tight inside your wet cunt, ravenous. “The king can’t have an heir without filling ya up, human.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - HEIR

It wasn’t the Gojo clan leader’s fault this time - it wasn’t. He swears with every sparking, pussydrunken ounce of his brain that he didn’t purposefully let those damn elders hit him with a sex technique-

“Y’know why I l-let them haaaah- use that technique on me, s-sweetheart?” Gojo’s pert, pink lips twitch as they struggle to keep holding his cocky smirk. Snowy brows furrowing at the splashing wave of his own cum that greets him at your entrance, rumbling bass low in your ear. 

And a sensual squelch sounds as he draaags his ruby tip all the way down and up your slit, sluuurping in a way that makes your husband lick his own lips. “Because this sweet pussy was ngh- begging to be bred. They wan’ an heir, they’re gonna get one.”

And before you can even let out another saturated gasp! he’s hovering his clammy palm over your tummy - your skin crackling with the sizzle of cursed energy before-

“Not yet.”

Not yet not yet not yet.

You’re whining, it’s been this way for hours - days? - now, and Gojo’s leveraging his glowing Six Eyes to check whether his repeated, milky creampies had finally taken. “T-Toru, you’re so mmpf-!”

Unable to even finish your sentence before his beefy, impatient arms are looping around your restless body and hauling you halfway down the soft tatami mats. Both boneless legs thrown over one shoulder, Gojo hadn’t even bothered to take off his expensive yukata. 

Hadn’t even bothered to think - to breathe before he’s plugging you up until you’re overflowing. The curving fringe of his mushroomed tip smacking open your glutinous walls, he hugs your thighs. “She’s begging- she’s saying ohhh…”

“F-fuuuck, Toru!” The whack of his slimily-topped cockhead into your cervix makes you keen, gushing out in so many spurts of thick white that it forms a puddle below you. “Satoru, it’s the hck! technique-”

“S’not.” He’s gritting his pearly teeth, and there’s a little tremble in Gojo’s voice that makes him sound as if he’s on the verge of sobbing. Tender ribbons of his veins bursting out shockwaves- “She’s talking t’me- telling me h-how badly she wants ta be bred.” Sneaking a deeeeep gulp of your saccharine pheromones, gasping. Dizzy. “Don’t you hear that- don’t you- fuuuck, listen.”

Drilling into you until your popped eardrums flood with those noisy squelches, and to the strongest it wasn’t just lecherous music to his ears. 

No, no, no no- it was a full-on conversation that he was sluggishly nodding his head along with. “Right- right.” Smile dangling with strings of lustrous saliva that seems to water his mouth after every vulgar rut, “Says sh-she wants ta be all full- all round n’ glowing with my hair. Nghhh– oh, she’s purring.”

Words crackling with a bout of crazed laughter, you’re gulping at the sexy way that Gojo’s azure pupils bulge ever-so-slightly with stimulation. 

Thighs thrashing on top of his broad shoulder- but Gojo’s too strong. He’s pinning them down on one side and trawling you to meet every mazing thrust, leaking divot digging inside your wet cunt like a searchlight. 

“Satoru- hck! Satoru–” Your trills pitch upwards in both volume and pitch again and again and again with every slapping slam of his rounded girth inside. Gummy walls rubbed raw after so many hours, your body twitches every time you feel the remnants of his goopy cum dribble down your entrance. “I-I want-”

“-more?” Gojo finishes for you, octaves higher. Feverish - and it wasn’t just the technique any more.

And the look in his eyes told you that he wasn’t going to back down any time soon, he wasn’t even growing close to slowing down once he rovers a hand down to your clit and pinches. 

“H-heh, more.” He’s sputtering wetly, knobbly ends of his fingers buzzing with cursed energy. Making you see white-hot, “More more more more–” Gojo twists his dextrous wrist and pulls on your clit, “-my wife w-wants ngh- more, riiiight?”

“Yes- yes yes yes yes-” But more than that you were so close - you were about to cum.

But, of course, the Gojo Satoru knew that.

It’s exactly why he’s tugging on your perked clit a few repeated times more, flickers of blue lightning bolting from the ends of his pretty eyes as he gazes down at your tummy and watches his fat, meaty cock part your slippery walls and target your g-spot dead-on. 

Powers working overtime, “Hit iiiit~” Going out of control, he couldn’t stop watching every syrupy smooch right into that cute bundle o’ nerves, “C’mon- scream my name every time I hit it- don’t be haaaa shy, sweetheart.”

You do you do, with every stinging smack! of skin sticking onto skin - Gojo’s hips were so ruthless it’s as if he was trying to brand your ass with the imprints of his v-line, bruising himself red. 

“More- heh- n’ you’re gonna g-get more.” Cooing at your glittery pussylips, he strikes your clit with a pap! of his thumb. Rubbing in your scent, “More more more- more-”

And Gojo counts underneath his strained breath to exactly three before you’re hitting your overwhelming orgasm. Startling your tearful eyes wide open with the sheer force- it’s enough to make him hitch his breath and collapse his sweaty body on top of yours. 

The squeeze of your strobing walls so tight, the toe-curling pleasure enough for Gojo himself to rub his washboard abs in sultry gyrations like he was melting into you. Stirrin’ his rotund crown deeply inside with every blissful wave, as if he could see the stars bursting cartoonishly around your head. 

Face furiously flushed, long lashes flapping, maw agape. 

“Yeah c’mon- c’mon c’mon c’mon–” He’s hissing into your open mouth, sharp canines leaving your poor swollen lips bruised. “-milk me. Milk me- This time- this time s’gonna take, my girl.”

It’s so much - both your peaked highs and the way that Gojo’s crashing into his own. Not hitting, no- crashing. 

Because all it takes is a few more sloppy strokes of his uneven cadence and his strawberry glazed orifice is bursting with jetstreamed squirts of cum - squirting. 

“O-oh my- fuck!” Your throat scratches at the sheer volume being animalistically stuffed inside of you, creamy white seed and sap and- and you’d just made Gojo Satoru squirt. 

The idea itself was enough to drive you wild - and so was the splashes of puddling torrents that bawled out of your sopping wet pussy. So much that you were leaking, thick. Gushing–

Splat!

You don’t even realize that you’re fucked stupid until it takes a wet splatter somewhere near your heaving chest for you to be brought back into heady reality. Lashes blinking back some semblance of your blotchy vision, “T-Toru are you-”

He was tearing. Those pooling salted tears staining your skin just as much as his goopy white cum was soiling the yukata slipping off of his broad deltoids.

“Oh…” 

“Wh-what–?”

Gojo’s drool-covered lips sag open as he veers his misty gaze to that tummy bulge he’d just pounded ruthlessly into you, aching hips still slithering his swollen inches back and forth. 

Fully wrung out, voice breaking- he sniffles, “-it took i-it took and…oh” Before you can let out anything more than a few whimpering hiccups, you’re just stuffed so full you can barely articulate. “Wonder- wonder if she’ll be gorgeous like her mama- ngh! W-wonder if she’ll be e-extra powerful if I breed this ngh- sweet pussy twice. ” 

He’s giving you a squeeze to your clit that makes you whine at the faintly buzzing cursed energy, fully babbling now. “Wonder if I can use cursed energy on my cock-”

“Satoru.”

A/N. MWAHAHA I feel somewhat better now babygirls n’ it’s all cuz of y’all <3

Plagiarism not authorized.

[punkkture]

simon with a cute and sweet shy girlfriend.

{ mdni } - cocky simon, pervy simon, bj's, and eating out yay wc: { 1027 }

— it's not that you were insecure or sensitive. you just enjoyed the life that came with being a bit more reserved. one close friend, saturday nights spent at home, and letting simon do the talking anytime his friends were over. he didn’t mind either way, he was still going to act the same.

standing in front of him at a nice dinner party john and his wife had planned. simon just adored the way you dolled up into a skintight dress, yet hating when eyes were on you. it almost made simon snap his fingers and tell you to go change before leaving.

there wasn’t much he could do now, his palms on your waist while you picked at which appetizers to set on your plate. warm hands smoothing over the curve of your ass, trailing over your hip, almost like he was searching for something.

and when he found it, his thick fingers hooked under what he could make out of your panty line, pulling it back and letting it go. the stretchy elastic snapping harshly against your skin under the dress.

he couldn’t help but chuckle at your little jump.

"hurry up, i wanna get outta here."

— in a more intimate setting, his persistent cockiness to your bashful attitude was more evident.

he’s got your fatty ass in the tight vice of his hands. shoving your body down to ride his sensitive cock. gentle squeaks from your lips made their way into his ears, he had to figure out how to get you to be more vocal.

both of you had sweaty and sticky skin. it was always so much work to get him to cum. it’s not that he didn’t want to, but it was obvious he tried to draw it out for as long as he could. and, not that he would ever let you know, it was a hopeful attempt at getting you more pliable and docile for him.

so when he finally does stuff your sopping cunt full of his warm cum, he’s pulling you off of his still twitching cock. protests and whines falling from your puffed up lips as he is eagerly dragging you to straddle over his face.

“simon don’t that’s gross” almost a desperate plea for him to not humiliate you like this.

"'s fine baby, c'mon let me try." he’s huffing and not wasting a second of time to pull down the delicious and overstimulated pussy onto his mouth.

his strong fingers were making sure you weren’t going anywhere. barely giving enough room for you to squirm around.

he’s smiling against the soaked sweetness. dipping his tongue into your leaking hole while grazing his teeth against your sensitive clit. softly, but enough to get you to let out a choked sob and twitch against his face.

simon was refusing to let up until sticky globs were covering his mouth. planting a gentle but firm kiss right onto that far too sensitive spot once you had cum a couple times. it only took thirteen minutes for him to prove his point.

"you gotta wake me up like this one day, 's so sweet baby."

— simon's favorite memory of this is when he helped you manage the painful tent in his pants. your smooth skin rubbing up against the cotton fabric of his sweatpants. sitting on his lap with your soft sleep shorts on, eyes just glued to the tv as your favorite movie played.

he would never tell you no when you asked to watch it together. but after the tenth time in three months, he needed a little more to keep himself awake.

occasionally grinding you into his lap anytime it got interesting. just so you wouldn’t really notice. and a man could only take so much. his heavy voice flowing into your ear once he leaned up a little.

"need your help real quick honey."

your eyes only glancing away from the screen when he slides you off his lap and sitting you next to him. his hand engulfed yours, trailing it over to the tent in his pants.

your cheeks were red and you whined about missing the movie, but simon knew deep down you didn’t mind, there was just a small sliver of prude hiding away in there somewhere.

he paused the movie as he convinced you to pull down his pants and boxers. and anytime you were like this, it was almost like any semblance of remembering what to do, left your head.

"spit on it a little." his voice was lax, fingers scratching sweetly at your scalp to hopefully act as a form of encouragement.

soon enough he had your small hands wrapped around him, his thick cock covered in your spit. the drool oozing out from around your fingers while you moved your hands up and down, jerking him off as he reassured you. it really didn’t even take long for him to get your mouth around him either. using gentle coos to explain how ‘it just hurt so bad’.

he tries to not chuckle when you choke and gag around his long cock. the salty taste of his pre cum hitting the back of your throat, but he wanted more.

"swallow. swallow baby."

and when you do, he shoves your head down a little more. burrowing himself all the way into your tight throat until his fatty tip was pressed against you.

it was almost wicked. the way he tried to desensitize you to the size of his cock. in his head he was helping.

but that’s not how it felt when you were choking and gagging around him. your lips puffy around him while drool seeped down to the base of him. it helped to swallow while he was sheathed into you, a gasp of air making it through every time. and he loved it. the sensation of your throat tightening around him, even just for a second, was euphoric.

the only thing getting you through was the idea that he’d be relaxed enough afterwards to finish the movie. and he didn’t let up until his cum was pouring down your throat.

"good job, baby. good good job."

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★REBLOG4AKISS

“you learned how to do braids for me, didn’t you?”

jay’s fingers pause in your hair, and for a moment, he forgets how to breathe.

your voice is light, teasing, but he feels it like a punch to the gut. you’re sitting between his legs on your bed, his fingers gently working through the strands of your hair, and your question knocks the balance right out of him.

he clears his throat, trying to sound casual. “what? no. obviously not.”

you raise a brow, but keep your eyes forward. “really?”

“yeah,” he says quickly, too quickly. “i learned it for… for my niece.”

you turn slightly, just enough to shoot him a playful look. “your niece who lives overseas?”

jay blinks. “yeah. we… we facetime.”

“you braid her hair over facetime?” you ask, stifling a laugh.

he wants to die. “look, it’s called remote support,” he mutters.

you giggle, leaning back slightly so your shoulder brushes his knee. he thinks he might pass out.

“can you hand me the hair tie?” jay asks in a lower, sweeter tone, praying his voice wouldn’t actually betray the blush on his face.

“i already gave you one,” you reply, a little confused. did he lose your hair tie?

jay doesn’t tell you the truth—that he spent hours watching tutorials at 2am just to figure out the perfect method. that he practiced on a pillow. that he kept the hair tie you left in his car one night and never gave it back. that he wears it on his wrist like a silent confession.

“oh,” jay murmurs, staring at the hair tie on his wrist like it just betrayed him, “c-can i get another one?”

jay screams and begs internally, he doesn’t want to let go of the one on his wrist.

“sure,” you chirp after a pause, glancing at your hair tie already wrapped around his wrist, “here.”

he finishes the braid in silence, fingers trembling only slightly as he loops the elastic you just handed him. not the one on his wrist. he can’t let go of that one.

“done,” he says quietly, voice low and careful. “do you like it?”

you turn to look at him fully, and the moment you meet his eyes, his breath catches.

“it’s cute,” you say, lifting your fingers to touch the end of the braid. “a little messy. but i like it.”

he smiles, but it’s tight. strained. like he’s holding something back.

you tilt your head. “still for your niece?”

jay hesitates.

you don’t look away. you’re waiting for him.

“no,” he says, finally. it’s soft, but honest. “not for her.”

your lips part. surprise flickers across your face, but you don’t pull away. you don’t move at all. you just wait.

so he breathes in, then out. and tells the truth.

“i learned it for you,” he says. “because you always forget your hair ties. because the ends of your braids are never even. because i wanted to help. because i wanted to be the one who noticed.”

you don’t respond immediately. just stare at him like he’s something delicate and golden, like he just dropped his heart in your hands and you’re afraid to squeeze too hard.

“i like when you notice,” you whisper.

he leans in.

it happens fast, but it doesn’t feel rushed. it feels inevitable. his hand finds your cheek, thumb brushing the soft skin beneath your eye, and then his lips are on yours.

your breath hitches in your throat, but you kiss him back without hesitation. it’s soft at first—slow, searching, a quiet question.

then your hand fists in the fabric of his sleeve and he deepens the kiss with a quiet sound in the back of his throat, like he’s been holding this in for too long. your mouths move together in perfect, breathless sync, like you’ve both waited forever.

you gasp when he nips lightly at your bottom lip, and he immediately soothes the sting with a gentle kiss, his hand sliding to the back of your neck. your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging just enough to make him exhale sharply against your lips.

when you finally pull away, you’re both breathless, flushed.

“that wasn’t bad,” you whisper, eyes half-lidded.

jay raises a brow, lips pink. “not bad?”

you hum. “for someone who braids with trembling hands.”

he lets out a soft laugh, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. “you think that was good?” he murmurs. “i’m better with practice.”

you smirk, leaning forward so your noses bump. “then prove it.”

his smile disappears into another kiss—this one deeper, hungrier. he shifts, slowly guiding you down to the bed, your back hitting the mattress as his weight presses into you, careful and warm. his hand cups your cheek again, the other braced beside your head.

you whimper softly when his lips drag down to the corner of your mouth, then along your jaw. his nose nudges the sensitive spot beneath your ear, and your breath hitches when he plants the softest kiss there.

“you’re seriously dangerous,” you mumble, breathless.

“you started it,” he whispers back, smiling against your skin.

your hands find his shoulders, your fingers pressing into the firm muscle beneath his shirt. he kisses you again, slower this time, more drawn out—like he’s savoring you, memorizing the taste, the feel.

when he finally pulls back, just enough to see your face, his eyes are darker than before. “you okay?”

you nod, lips parted. “yeah. just… wondering why you waited so long.”

he shrugs, brushing his thumb along your bottom lip. “i was too busy learning how to braid.”

you giggle, the sound muffled when he kisses you again—gentle but insistent.

“you’re lucky you’re cute,” you say between kisses.

jay grins. “you’re lucky i’m hopelessly in love with you.”

you blink.

he freezes.

but then you smile—slow, soft, radiant. “hopelessly?”

“completely,” he says. “terminal case.”

you pull him back down, kissing him again, arms wrapping around his neck. “good.”

jay kisses you like it’s all he knows. like he was made for it. and as he curls up beside you, your legs tangled together, he glances down at the black hair tie on his wrist.

he’s never taking it off.

not now.

not ever.

스루 ܃ for my goat @boyfhee ! happiest birthday, caelcium >< i love you smsmsm, i hope you like this one hehe 💗

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DOMESTICATION

MR. GHOSTFACE x F!READER 🔪 1.8K WORDS SUMMARY: He has his way with you while you're stuck. WARNINGS: 18+ Noncon, unsafe PIV, knife/blood, collar. Darkness level poll.

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Down on all fours like the prey you were, you tore the cloudy, plastic flap off its hinges and began to squeeze through the little door. You thought to scream but choked on the air you drew in. With your head through the hole, you coughed and glanced around. No one in sight. Fallen leaves tumbled and scraped across the driveway over the muffled sounds of the party.

No one was coming to save you.

You managed to wriggle halfway out, but no further. In the process of trying, your skirt got all bunched up. The cool air of the garage was hitting your ass, and your lace panties with their heart shaped cutout were doing nothing to help.

He had to be enjoying this. Probably admiring his knife with a smug tilt of his mask. Why was he so quiet?

You stopped struggling, taking a moment to catch your breath and think. He should've caught you by now. Was there any chance he left the garage? Any chance he wouldn't kill you?

He didn't have a habit of leaving them alive.

When you began to struggle again, a weak motor droned awake, making your stomach drop. The garage door began to lift, and the bottom edge of it dug into your stomach. Your heart sank with dread. Within seconds you’d likely be dead or mangled. Seconds, IF you were lucky. The thought of him dragging out your demise was even worse. You had seen his crime scenes.

Your knees lifted off the ground as the door made its ascent.

“Please,” you begged, shoes sliding against the floor.

The garage door creaked as it came to a halt. Your feet pedaled in futility, searching for the floor. You lifted your chest, trying to wriggle backwards. The only way out of this cursed little door-–if there even was a way out-–led right to his knife.

“Please, please, I won't run. I'll be good,” you begged through tears.

Silence. Unlike him.

“I'll be good,” you repeated quieter. "Please, Mr. Ghostface."

The motor started again, and you winced. But the door began to lower, allowing you a moment of relief as your bare knees met the cool, smooth floor.

His footsteps got louder and clearer as he crossed the space. Despite being unable to see him, you knew his presence loomed behind you-–you could feel it in your bones.

Sure enough, two gloved hands gripped your thighs, lifting your lower body for a moment and spreading your legs before setting your knees down further apart.

He made a place for himself between your knees, spreading them even wider. The smooth fabric of his robe pooled over your legs with him between them. He ran his gloved hands up your torso from your hips to your waist, pushing your skirt up further so it was up around your navel. Then, two satin thumbs lightly brushed your skin, tracing the heart-shaped cutout of your underwear.

After a moment of rustling behind you, a gloved finger slotted between your panties and ass. He pulled the garment out from your body, then the elastic tension released with a slice of his knife.

More rustling. His movement made the robe graze your butt. You weren't sure if you were imagining the sound of his belt coming undone behind you, but the thought of it made your face heat up.

The heavy fabric of his robe lifted off your calves, removing any doubt about what he was about to do. You tried to ignore the way your pussy throbbed.

The smooth head of his cock nudged your entrance, then slid wetly along your slit, forward and back. You hadn't realized just how aroused you were until feeling cock glide so smoothly against your well lubricated cunt. The head lingered at your front, nudging just the right spot. Your hips tilted all on their own, and he paused before sliding back to your wet little hole, resting the curve of his tip just inside.

He gripped your hips and pushed forward, intruding into your tight, warm sleeve with his thick, hard cock. Inch by inch, his stiff manhood pushed its way into you, the pressure of his girth pushing the breath out of your lungs. He slid all the way in without much difficulty and paused after bottoming out.

You took a much needed breath.

The skin of your chest radiated warmth. Your whole upper body was hot, despite the cool air.

Your lower body was warm and stuffed.

Two big, gloved hands wrapped around your thighs, then lifted. Your body lurched forward as far as it could, then he pulled you back on him, bottoming out deeper before he let your weight back down.

You braced your forearms on the driveway and he moved his hands up to hold your hips. He withdrew most of his length then squeezed your hips and pulled you back again as he slammed all the way back in. This wasn't bad… he was slow, almost careful.

Almost as though he could hear your thoughts, he seemed to drop all restraint. He buried his cock in you at a steadily increasing pace. You were shaken by just how good he felt inside you.

You bit your arm to stifle your moans, but it was no use. He'd have to hear your sounds of pleasure, as humiliating as it was. You removed your mouth from your bicep, leaving a string of spit as you took a deep breath.

As you inhaled the night air, it smelled like someone was having a bonfire... Someone, somewhere had come outside. Maybe even the neighbors.

But you didn't cry for help.

It was as though the cock in your cunt had gagged your throat, paralyzing you. It couldn't be that you didn't want him to stop, could it? No, you told yourself.

With every thrust, it felt more like a lie.

The rhythm of his pounding made your breasts jiggle. Your arms and wrists rubbed against the driveway, but you hardly felt it. Any discomfort was drowned out by the pleasant stretch of his girth, and the grip of your pussy clinging to his length as it pushed through you.

You closed your eyes and went somewhere else, giving into the feel-good chemicals coming to boil in your blood. You couldn’t tell how much of it was the rush of survival and how much was his dick, but the combination had you hurtling toward the stratosphere. Full, you were packed full. God, it felt good. Even better, the more you let yourself feel it.

There was something freeing about completely submitting to his will. Letting him use you like a fucktoy. Giving in, letting him win, you could relax and let it all wash over you. With your body held in his hands and wrapped around his cock, you felt weightless. There was no longer pressure to fight back or flee. The only pressure was low in your gut, building toward something unthinkable. Closer with each heavy stroke.

You spasmed with a whimper.

He abruptly sped up to jackhammer pace, pushing you to the brink within seconds. You rode that edge for longer than you thought anyone could keep up that pace. You remembered to breathe, and then you saw stars. The hair on your neck stood up as you clung to the ethereal force that rippled through your loins. Pleasure shot through your core to each limb.

He slowed down as you clenched around him, then bottomed out deeper. It was like he’d created more space in you and packed it with more cock than you ever thought you'd take.

Until the warmth began to spread inside, you didn't realize he was coming. He had given no outward indication of it. You could hardly distinguish your throbbing from his, until yours faded and he was still twitching.

The grip of his hands eased up as he finished. He held you with your ass flush against his wiry hair, anchoring you. Plugging you.

After a minute, it started to feel colder outside. You felt more exposed, vulnerable, but still dared to imagine he might leave you alive.

One hand let go of you, and his robe shifted, brushing the back of your thigh. He pulled back your ruined underwear again. This time, he cut through the side and took it all the way off. Then, the surprisingly warm flat of his blade pressed against the side of your butt cheek. It slid up over the curve of your flesh.

Your heart pounded, reminding you to fear for your life.

The metal left your skin, only for the point of the blade to then prickle the center of your lower back. He held you still, and his cock twitched inside you as he began to draw blood.

You pleaded, “don't," but your insides throbbed.

A sharp, white heat followed the blade, curving upward, out, and down toward your crack. He repeated it on the other side to complete the heart. Your ears burned and pounded with their own pulse. Your inner ears began to ache.

Finally, his cock slid out of you, and after a moment of jostling, he got out from between your legs. Then, facing your side, his robe grazed your back as he hovered over you and grabbed hold of your waist. He tugged gently. You extended your arms in front of you and held them together as he pulled you back into the garage. warm blood trickled into your crack as you sat up. His gloved thumb smeared it upward.

Clear snot was coming out of your nose. You sniffed and he wiped that too, with a knuckle.

Holding his knife, he showed it to you as he stood up. He crossed the garage in just a few strides while you obediently sat back on your knees, adjusting your bra and fixing your hair.

He returned with his hands full.

Your face fell blank when you looked up to see a collar with a leash hanging off it. Your lips parted, but no sound came out. He tilted his head, then stooped down to reach around your neck and fasten the it. The arms of his robe created a curtain of darkness as he adjusted the buckle and tested the tightness with two fingers between it and your neck.

He stepped back, holding the leash, and tilted his mask, waiting. There was something else in his other hand. He clicked it, then tossed it aside as the garage door began to rise. He reached down and helped you up. Then, he walked you down the driveway and into the night, with a warm mess trickling down your thighs.

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[hungharrington]

thinking about getting fingered by Steve in the backseat of his car and being crowded against the door and sitting at an awkward angle but not moving because the thought of his fingers losing that spot is a million times worse than the sore neck… just UGHHH 😩

a hungharrington fic? in 2025? i'm just as surprised as you <3 1.3k, fem!reader, what the prompt says hehe MDNI this entire blog is 18+

The numbers on the dashboard blink in the night, reflecting the late night hour.

From the outside, Steve's car looks unassuming, parked in between the trees out by Skull Rock.

You're given away only by the faint fogging of the windows, though you have little doubt of how steamy they'll be soon enough. With the hot heat of Steve's mouth against the skin of your neck and the surety of his fingers, curling closer between your thighs, it's not an if, it's a when.

"God, I missed you s'much," He murmurs heavily. His words get smothered beneath his own fervent kisses, your skin tingling beneath the attention. He can't bring himself to break away from you for more than a moment.

Steve had headed out of Hawkins for the better part of a week, dragged by his parents who wouldn't take no for an answer. He'd returned just tonight, maroon car glinting the last of the evening sun up at your window.

You'd slipped down and taken the passenger seat always reserved for you.

And then, somewhere between there and now, Steve had cajoled you into the backseat, his hazel eyes bright with an adoring lust as he nipped at your neck.

"Missed you too," You gasp breathily.

Tilting back, your head gently hits the glass of the car window behind you. Your hair wipes some of the fog off and Steve nibbles a soft lovebite under your ear, soothing it with his tongue. His hands paw hungrily at your waist and you grapple to find purchase on his shoulders.

"Not as much as me, baby," Steve pants.

He finally pulls himself back from his affectionate attack on your neck, eyes darker, face flushed. His hand on your waist slides forward, following the line of your hips forward, down, til he's cupping your cunt. You think you get a little lightheaded from the way your blood rushes south, gloriously hot at the touch.

He kisses you, his groan seeping into your mouth. It fills your head, heavy and sticky with lewd thoughts.

"Thought of you every," He rubs you through the denim softly. "Damn," Another rub, more pressure this time. "Day."

You keen, hips canting forward, searching for more of that delicious friction. Steve gives you what you want; he always does. You reward him, your hands on his shoulders shifting. You twine your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, just how he likes it.

The inside of the car feels much, much warmer now. The windows can't be seen through anymore and it seems to cast the red light of the dashboard clock much further. Steve's heavy breath fanning across your face is the loudest thing in the car.

You should've worn a skirt, you think— right as Steve asks, "Can I?" his hand now up, thumbing at the button of your jeans.

His check-in douses the ember within you with gasoline, burning hotter, brighter, in an instant. You know what he's asking for, know exactly how well Steve knows how to use his fingers. The thought of them buried in you, crooked just right, suddenly has you aching for it.

Nodding, you murmur out your yes' as you shuffle about, working to kick off your shoes quickly. Steve pulls back to not be in the way, jumping back in time to help you peel the denim off from your legs.

You manage to get your fingertips beneath the elastic of your panties before you're interrupted.

"Keep them on," Steve says, knocking your hand aside. He surges back in, his fervour undulled, and his large hands find your hips, tugging forward.

You end up slightly perched in his lap, slightly pressed into the back corner against the window and the seat. It's an awkward position but when the warmth of Steve's fingers pet your cunt again, cotton stickier now, you can forgive it. You sling your arms around his neck to get closer.

"That's it," Steve murmurs lowly. He ducks his head to reignite every lovebite left on your neck as his fingers get bolder, pressing firmer. Your breath gets thinner, chest heaving more and more.

"God, my girl," He breathes, fingers spreading the wetness up and over your clit tantalizingly. You mewl at his too-soft motions, needing more.

"Steve," You urge.

He doesn't make you wait. Pinching the edge, he pulls your panties to the side and then dips his fingers into the well of slick wet waiting eagerly for him.

You make matching groans; Steve moaning at heat of your inviting cunt, wrapped around him, and you sighing at the way his long digit sinks into you, slow and so sweet.

"Steve," You say his name again, this time a honey, lusty thing.

Steve breaks his kiss to moan against your neck, feeding on the obvious salacious eagerness in you. His finger draws back and then he sinks it back in, beginning slowly to fuck it in and out.

"Missed you," He whispers. A second finger prods at your entrance and eases in gently, sending a streak of something white hot down your spine. Your arms around his neck tighten.

"Missed this," He continues, still a whisper. He's picking up the pace now, having found a lazy rhythm, fingers sliding in and out of your cunt so perfectly that it makes your clit twitch, envious and missing out.

You whine into the crook of his neck. "Me too."

Then, just as you think the angle of your back might be just a tad too uncomfortable, Steve curls his fingers.

A gaspy noise escapes your throat. Desire pulses wildly and you can feel the way you flutter around his fingers. Steve's other hand on your waist tightens, gripping you tightly.

"Fuuuck," He groans. "I missed that too."

Then he does it again, fingers crooked to hit that perfect spot that makes you feel like you might cry if he rubbed it too much. Your noises sound much louder now, jagged and pitching up.

"You're such a tease, honey," Steve accuses, his motions not slowing. "Keeping me from this. Keeping all your cute noises to yourself."

And, as if he'll know what it'll do, he stretches his hand, veins bulging in his forearm, and plants his thumb on your clit. You jolt against the new stimulation, another cute gaspy noise, and Steve moans against your neck.

His hand keeps moving, fingers still plunging into your sopping cunt, thumb rubbing tight, small circles on your clit. You cling to him, hips rolling to meet his strokes, the heat in you building, suddenly desperately fast. Your breathing comes out heavy and if it's not a moan, it's his name that slips from between your lips.

"Feelin' good? M' making my girl feel good?" He says raspily. "You deserve it, being left alone. So mean of me."

Something fiery swells within you and you inhale sharply, squeaking out Steve's name in warning. His hand, which must be cramping much like your poor back, still rocks into you, unfaltering.

"C'mon, let me have it. Please," He pleads. "Let me see you cum f'me, honey."

The sincere thread in his voice, the genuine plead, is what unravels your last ties. You tremble, lusty and quivering sounds that you bury away in his neck, as you ride his fingers through a dazzlingly hot high. It drags on, nerves glittering with a fresh coat of pleasure that have you whining Steve's name pitifully.

When your breath starts to settle, Steve eases his fingers out, already beginning to pepper little kisses along the side of your head.

"That was big, huh?" He says. It's mostly care in his voice but there, in the back, is a smidgen of smugness.

"Shhhh," You shush him, still gathering yourself, eyes closed. You body gives a volatile twitch when Steve politely moves your panties back to their original position. "I'm deciding if that was worth fucking up my back a little bit for."

Steve makes a wounded noise, realising that he'd had you crowded up in an uncomfortable position the whole time. He's a worrier. That's enough to make you lift your head off his shoulder, eyes lidded low.

"Mmm, decided." You hum, the pleased smile of post-bliss on your face. Steve softens at the sight of it, at your easy happiness. "Worth it."

[et6rnalsun]

accidentally walking in on bff!matt while he’s changing..

oh, you were so pissed off. so incredibly pissed off.

you couldn't believe how chris had the fucking audacity to throw away your lashes, despite you repeatedly telling him to be careful, and to keep them on their table until you came back to get them. your favorite pair, too.

it wasn't uncommon for you to stay at their house to sleep, and that you left pieces of your things around like an incomplete puzzle, which will probably remain so. but never, never in the fuckin history of your friendship, one of the three had lost or just thrown away something of yours. and when it happened to your beloved eyelashes, you knew for sure that you would have loved to commit a murder.

the wheels in your head were spinning non-stop in the evil creation of a plan against chris, all while you were walking briskly towards matt's room.

“i think it’s time for you to beat chris’s ass every fuckin’ day” you said with a huff escaping your glossy lips, opening his door — swinging it fully — without even glancing inside before doing so. only when you looked up you realized the fact that the boy was half naked in front of you. damn.

you stopped working for a few seconds too long, looking stupid in matt's eyes who was simply trying to change. your mouth wide open, a light shade of red dusting your cheeks as if a wave of freezing cold had passed through your soft skin like a caress, but in reality it was just the embarrassment of having caught your best friend in such a state.

his dark hair looked even thicker when wet, dripping from a shower you could tell he'd just taken. he was holding a t-shirt in his hands that he hadn't had time to put on, in fact, his chest was completely exposed to your eyes that betrayed your desire to just disappear from earth — traveling all over his body as if you were waiting for nothing else. his tattooed arm seemed even more beautiful in that context, and you found yourself sighing as you searched for something to say.

the gray sweatpants that were pulled down low enough to show the elastic of his calvin klein underwear, a v-line that you would love to touch with your tongue— "i'm sorry" you cleared your throat, fighting the urge to slap yourself.

his reaction surprised you, as he simply chuckled and finally put that shirt on. "what were you saying ‘bout chris?" matt quickly changed the subject, tilting his head as he looked at you intently. you shrugged in response, the urge to kill his brother suddenly gone. christ, you were too embarrassed to even breathe at that moment.

matt seemed to notice, and leaned in slightly as a smirk tugged at the corners of his pink lips. "don't tell me you're suddenly shy" he taunted, tortured you just for the fun of it. "you've only seen me shirtless, you haven't ended up in my sheets just yet" he added, making your eyes widen as your hand automatically moved to slap his chest. covered.

"shut up. you better shut up or chris won't be the only one to die today"

"i just have to undress and you'll change your mind—” another slap. in the face.

[flux1563]

First time ft ningning.

Performance after concert part 2

Words : 3k

Tags : first time creampie, squirt

Ningning's fingers flew over the keyboard of her phone, typing out a message that sent a thrill through her body. "721," she typed, her heart racing. It was a simple code, one they had agreed upon during their frantic whispers backstage. She hit send and waited, the anticipation building with every second that ticked by. The walls of her hotel room felt like they were closing in, the silence only broken by the distant murmur of the city outside. She had never felt so alive, so...desperate.

Her phone buzzed, the notification lighting up the otherwise dark space. She grabbed it eagerly, her breath catching in her throat as she read his response. "On my way," it read, simple and to the point. The knowledge that he was coming for her, that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him, was intoxicating. She couldn't help but touch herself again, her fingers slipping under the elastic of her panties to stroke the swollen flesh that was already begging for his touch.

Ningning's room was a stark contrast to the glamour of their onstage personas. The hotel had tried to make it comfortable, but it was just a temporary cage for her desires. She paced back and forth, the plush carpet muffling her steps, her mind racing with every possible scenario that could unfold once he arrived. Would he be gentle, or would he take her roughly? Would he whisper sweet nothings in her ear, or would he growl his demands?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a soft knock at the door. She froze, her heart hammering in her chest like a drum. She knew it was him. With trembling hands, she made her way to the door, her breath shallow. She peered through the peephole, confirming his presence before unlocking and opening the door.

Y/N stepped into the room, his eyes scanning the dimly lit space before landing on her. He looked like a predator, his gaze hungry and intense. "I got your message," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "Your pussy's starving, is it?"

Ningning nodded, her voice a breathy whisper. "Yes," she admitted, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. "I can't... I can't stop thinking about you."

Y/N stepped closer, closing the distance between them. He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek gently. His thumb stroked her cheekbone, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, he leaned in, claiming her lips in a kiss that was both possessive and tender. Ningning's eyes fluttered closed as she melted into his embrace, her body responding instinctively to his touch.

The kiss grew in intensity, his tongue delving into her mouth to dance with hers. She could feel his cock pressing against her, hard and demanding. She moaned, her hand moving to grip his shoulder for balance as she lost herself in the kiss. It was as if she had been waiting for this moment all her life, the taste of him, the feel of him, it was everything she had ever craved.

Y/N's hand trailed down her body, his fingers skimming over her curves before finally reaching the hem of her dress. He pulled it up, the fabric whispering against her skin as it revealed her nakedness beneath. Ningning had followed his instructions to the letter, not wearing any panties in anticipation of his visit. The cool air of the room kissed her exposed flesh, making her shiver with desire.

Without breaking the kiss, he slid his hand between her thighs, his fingers finding her slick folds. He teased her opening, his touch feather-light, before slipping one digit inside. Ningning gasped, her body tightening around his finger. He began to pump it in and out, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he had all the time in the world to explore her.

The room was filled with the sounds of their ragged breaths and the faint squelch of his finger in her wetness. She could feel the tension building within her, a coil tightening with every stroke. He watched her in the mirror, his eyes dark with lust as he worked her body. She could see the smug satisfaction in his expression, the knowledge that she was his to play with.

"I'm cumming," she gasped, her voice a strangled cry of pleasure. "I'm gonna squirt all over your hand."

Her words were a siren's call to him, and he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He leaned in, his mouth claiming hers once again as he thrust two fingers deep inside her. He could feel her pussy clench around him, her body tensing as she approached the precipice. His thumb found her clit, rubbing it in fast, firm circles that sent her over the edge.

With a strangled moan, Ningning's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as she squirted all over his hand. He watched in the mirror as her juices spilled out of her, soaking the bedspread beneath them. The sight was almost too much to bear, his own cock straining against his pants as he felt her come around his fingers. He had never seen anything so beautiful, so raw, and he knew he needed to be inside her.

He pulled his hand away, his fingers glistening with her arousal. Ningning's eyes were glazed with pleasure, but they snapped into focus as she felt the coldness of the room once again. "Y/N," she breathed, her voice a desperate plea. "Take me."

He didn't need to be asked twice. He turned her around, pushing her towards the large window that looked out over the glittering cityscape. The cool glass pressed against her bare skin, sending another shiver down her spine. He stepped behind her, his pants dropping to the floor with an impatient thud. His cock, now freed from its confines, stood tall and proud, ready to claim her.

He positioned himself, the tip of his cock nudging at her entrance. She could feel him, hot and hard, and she pushed back against him, eager for more. He didn't disappoint, sliding into her with one smooth stroke. She gasped, the feeling of fullness almost too intense as he filled her up completely.

He began to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that matched the pulse of the city outside. The lights from the buildings painted their bodies with a kaleidoscope of colors, turning them into living art against the dark glass. Ningning's hands gripped the edge of the windowsill, her knuckles white as she tried to keep herself upright.

With every thrust, she could feel the pressure building again. The sight of their reflection, her body impaled on his cock, was almost too much to take. She felt like a whore, a slut, and she reveled in it. The fear and shame from earlier had been replaced with a fiery lust that consumed her.

"Look at yourself," Y/N growled, his voice low and guttural. "Look at what a good little slut you are."

Ningning obeyed, her eyes locking onto their reflection in the mirror. She watched as he pounded into her, his hand coming around to squeeze her breast, his other hand tangling in her hair as he pulled her head back. She could see the desire in his eyes, the need to dominate her, to claim her in every way possible. And she loved it.

Her orgasm was a crescendo, building and building until she couldn't hold it back anymore. With a scream that was muffled by the glass, she came again, her body shaking with the force of her climax.

His grip on her hips tightened as he watched her pussy spray against the window, the fluid leaving a misty trail in the cool air. Her juices slid down the pane, creating a slick mess that only served to heighten his arousal. He didn't stop, his thrusts growing more erratic as he watched her lose control.

"Fuck, your cock is fucking big," Ningning gasped, her voice a mix of wonder and pain. "It's reaching so deep, I never imagined—"

He chuckled darkly. "You're so tight, Ningning," he groaned, his hips pumping into her. "But I'm gonna cum inside you, baby. You're gonna feel me fill you up."

Ningning's eyes widened in the mirror, a mix of fear and excitement dancing in their depths. "Y/n, no," she protested weakly, her voice trembling. "It's not my safe day."

He didn't care. He was too far gone, too consumed by the desire to claim her completely. "Shut up," he grunted, his hips moving faster, his grip on her hips tightening. "Just squirt for me, Ningning."

Her body responded to his command, her pussy clenching around his thick cock as she felt another orgasm building. She watched in the mirror as his face contorted with pleasure, his eyes never leaving hers. He was a beast, taking what he wanted without thought for her comfort, and she found herself craving more.

His grip grew tighter, his thrusts more frantic. Ningning felt a strange thrill at his loss of control, at the power she had over him. She leaned back into his embrace, her body moving in time with his, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Y/N," she whispered, her voice trembling with need, "I'm...I'm gonna...ahh..."

Her words were lost as another orgasm ripped through her, her pussy spasming around his thick shaft. She could feel him swell inside her, his own climax approaching. "Yes," he grunted, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. "Take it all, Ningning."

He slammed into her, his movements growing erratic as he neared the edge. Ningning's body was a live wire of pleasure, her orgasm still pulsing through her as he picked up the pace. "I'm going to cum," he snarled, his teeth clenched with effort. "I'm going to fill you up."

Ningning's eyes widened in the mirror, a mix of fear and excitement flickering in their depths. "Y/N," she panted, her voice a desperate plea. "Please, not inside me. It's my fertility window."

But he was beyond the point of reason, driven by a primal instinct that overruled all other considerations. He thrust into her harder, his cock swelling and pulsing with the promise of his release. She could feel the warmth of his seed building, the pressure growing with every stroke.

"Ahh, it feels so good," she gasped, her words a blur as she tried to hold on to reality. "My womb so full."

His eyes met hers in the mirror, his expression a mix of pride and satisfaction. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices, and she watched as his semen dripped from her swollen pussy. The sight was almost too much, sending her over the edge once more. She collapsed against the window, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

He stepped back, watching her with a smug smile. "You're mine now," he murmured, his voice filled with possessiveness. "Mine to use whenever I want."

Ningning's eyes filled with tears, the reality of the situation crashing down on her. "Y/N," she sobbed, her voice breaking. "Why didn't you listen to me? If I get pregnant, my career will be over."

He smug smile faded, and he reached into his bag, pulling out a small plastic bottle. "Look at this," he said, holding it up for her to see. "Contraception pills. I've been taking them for a while now, just in case."

Ningning's eyes widened in shock. "You what?" she whispered, her voice hoarse from their passionate exchanges.

"I've been taking contraception pills," Y/N repeated, his voice soothing despite the harshness of his earlier actions. "You're safe, Ningning. I would never risk your career like that."

Ningning looked up at him, her eyes still blurred with tears and lust. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "Thank you, Y/N."

He stepped closer, his hand cupping her cheek gently. "You don't have to thank me," he whispered, his thumb brushing away the wetness. "You're mine, and I take care of what's mine."

Ningning's heart fluttered at his words, and she couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her at the thought of being claimed by him. She leaned into his touch, her body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. "Fuck me again, Y/N," she murmured, her voice needy and wanton. "I want to feel you come inside me until the morning light."

His cock twitched at her words, already hardening with desire. He knew he shouldn't push her, not so soon after their first encounter, but he couldn't resist. He pulled her back towards him, his mouth capturing hers in a fierce kiss. His hands found her hips, lifting her effortlessly onto the table once more. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

He slid his cock back inside her, feeling her warmth and wetness envelop him once again. He began to move, his hips pistoning in and out with a ferocity that took Ningning's breath away. She threw her head back, her eyes closing in ecstasy as she felt him fill her completely. "Oh, god," she moaned, her voice muffled by his kiss. "It feels so good."

Her words only served to spur him on, his thrusts growing more intense. She felt her pussy clench around him, the pleasure building once more. "I've never felt this way before," she admitted, her voice a whisper against his lips. "It's like nothing I've ever known."

He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror. "You were made for this," he said, his voice a dark promise. "For me to fill you, to claim you."

Ningning nodded, unable to find the words to argue. Her body was singing with need, and she knew she would do anything to feel this way again. Anything to keep this secret between them.

Their eyes remained locked in the mirror as he drove into her, his movements growing more frenzied. She could feel her orgasm building, could see the tension in his face as he approached his own. "Come inside me," she begged, her voice a desperate plea. "Give me your cum."

He groaned, his eyes closing as he reached his peak. He could feel her pussy spasm around him, her walls tightening as she reached her own climax. He gave one final, powerful thrust, and with a roar, he emptied himself into her.

Their bodies remained joined for a moment, both of them panting and trembling with the intensity of their shared release. Slowly, he pulled out, the evidence of their union spilling onto the dressing room floor. He took a step back, his eyes still on her.

Ningning slid off the table, her legs wobbly. She reached down, her hand cupping her still-throbbing pussy. "It feels so empty," she murmured, her voice filled with a mix of longing and despair.

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch her. "You're addicted," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. "And I'll be here to give you what you crave."

Ningning looked up at him, her eyes filled with a strange mix of fear and desire. She knew she was in too deep, that she had crossed a line she could never uncross. But she also knew that she didn't want to go back. This was a dangerous game they were playing, but she was ready to play it to the end.

"I've never felt so...full," she whispered, her hand still cupping her pussy. The warmth of his cum inside her was a constant reminder of their illicit encounter. "It's like...I'm complete."

His eyes lit up at her words, and he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to caress her cheek. "You are," he murmured, his voice a soft promise. "You're mine, Ningning. And I'll keep filling you until you can't take it anymore."

He leaned down, his mouth capturing hers in a gentle kiss. For a moment, she lost herself in the softness of his touch, the tenderness that contrasted so sharply with the roughness of their earlier passion. When he pulled away, she was left breathless and aching for more.

"But now," he said, his voice firm, "you need to rest. You have a concert tomorrow, and I want you at your best."

Ningning nodded, her body feeling both exhausted and alive with energy. She watched as he pulled on his pants, his cock still half-hard from their encounter. She couldn't help but want to reach out and touch him again, to pull him back into her embrace.

But she knew she couldn't. There was a line, and they had already crossed it. For now, she had to go back to being the professional idol, the untouchable star. Until the next time.

With one last lingering look, he opened the door and slipped out into the hallway, the sound of his footsteps fading away. Ningning was left alone in the dressing room, her body still thrumming with the aftermath of their passion. She took a deep breath, willing her legs to stop shaking. She had to get dressed, had to pretend that nothing had happened.

But she knew it wasn't that simple. Her heart was racing, her pussy still spasming with the remnants of her orgasms. She could feel his cum slowly leaking out of her, staining her underwear and the dress she hadn't even had the strength to take off. She had to clean up, had to hide the evidence.

With trembling hands, she grabbed a wipe from her bag and tried to clean herself up as best she could. The coldness of the fabric against her overheated skin made her gasp, sending fresh waves of pleasure through her. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. This couldn't happen again, she told herself. But she knew it was a lie even as the words formed in her mind.

Once she was as presentable as she could manage, she slipped her shoes back on and made her way out of the dressing room. The hallway was empty, the buzz of the stage a distant memory. She headed back to her own dressing room, her mind racing. How would she face the others? How could she pretend that everything was normal when she felt like she was walking on air?

But she had to. For the sake of the group, for the sake of her career, she had to push these thoughts aside. She had to be the Ningning they all knew and loved, the one who was always ready with a smile and a joke, the one who never let anything get her down.

When she reached her dressing room, she took one last deep breath before opening the door. The others were there, their faces a mix of concern and curiosity. "Are you okay?" Winter asked, her voice filled with genuine worry.

Ningning forced a smile, her voice steady. "I'm fine," she said, "just a little tired. I'm going to lie down for a bit before tomorrow's rehearsals."

They nodded, accepting her excuse without question. They had all been there, pushing themselves too hard, too focused on their performances to take care of themselves. They didn't need to know about the other reason for her exhaustion, the one that had her feeling more alive than she had in months.

The rest of the night was a blur, a mix of restless sleep and vivid dreams of Y/N's hands on her body, his mouth on her skin. She tossed and turned, her pussy aching for his touch once more. But she knew she had to save her strength, had to be ready for the concert tomorrow.

When she finally fell into a deep sleep, it was filled with visions of their next encounter, the promise of even more pleasure to come. And as the sun began to rise, she knew that she had to prepare for the day ahead. She had a concert to perform in, and she couldn't let her personal life interfere with her professional responsibilities.

With a heavy heart, Ningning climbed out of bed and took a quick shower, the hot water washing away the evidence of their tryst. She dressed in comfortable rehearsal clothes, her body still feeling the ache of his touch. She took a moment to look in the mirror, her eyes searching for any signs of what had transpired the night before. But all she saw was the same bright-eyed, smiling idol that had captured the hearts of fans around the world.

The rehearsal was grueling, but she pushed through it, her mind wandering to the promise of the evening. Y/N had texted her earlier in the day, his messages filled with the same possessive hunger that had consumed him the night before. She felt a thrill of excitement and fear with every buzz of her phone, the anticipation building with every passing hour.

As the sun set, the venue began to fill with fans, their excitement palpable. Ningning took a deep breath, forcing herself to focus. The stage lights were hot, the music was loud, and the choreography was demanding. But she had always been a pro, and she wasn't going to let anything ruin her performance.

[parkerpeter24]

quiet temptations

pairing ➳ tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

word count ➳ 2.3k

warnings ➳ SMUT. characters are 18+ and MINORS DNI. this contains depictions of fingering, oral (m recieving). fluff, peter being sweet but also horny-

summary ➳ you’re awfully quiet but peter can’t seem to take that.

“is everything alright?” peter mumbled as he laid beside you. your back was to him, his arm wrapped around you, “you’re not talking.”

the bed you were laying on was warm, a thin blanket over the sheets because you got extra cold during the winters and a quilt that covered you and peter both. your fingers danced against the wall adjacent to the bed, feeling the cold plaster contrasting peter’s own fingertips that danced on your waist, under your sweatshirt.

“you gonna talk?” he placed a kiss on your hair that was loosely tucked behind your ear, making it fall over your eyes. chuckling when he heard you groan and push the lock of hair back in its original place, “so.. no?”

you sighed softly.

“that’s alright.” peter responded, feeling as if he was just talking to himself now, “we don’t need to talk if you don’t want to.”

the sound of your hum was accompanied by peter’s hand gliding under your sweatshirt and caressing your stomach. he was careful, as if you were made up of glass, watching out for any signs of refusal on your face but your features looked solemn, unchanging.

he sighed, not being able to hold in his concern, “alright, just nod if everything is okay…”

he waited for you and surely you did nod after a few seconds, making peter’s worries dissipate.

“what’s gotten you so quiet?” he tried to get you to talk, his fingers taking a detour from trailing upwards, making contact with the elastic hem of your sweatpants– which originally belonged to him, “‘cause one way or another, i’m gonna hear that pretty voice.”

you felt your face heat up but peter still didn’t notice any change in your expression. if he couldn’t see the blinking of your eyes and sense changing breathing pattern, he’d have assumed you were asleep.

“at least tell me you want this.” he mumbled into your neck, pressing his lips against your exposed skin.

“yeah.” you mumbled and peter wasted no time in sliding his hand under the fabric of your lower, arm holding your body against him. you let out a soft breath as his fingers travelled lower. his middle finger slid your panties to the side before making contact with the skin. he pressed soft kisses to your neck before his nimble finger delved into your folds.

a leg pressed between both of yours, parting your thighs as he nestled a warm hand against your sex.

you let out a soft sound, clutching onto the quilt. his finger sank deeper until he found the earliest bit of your arousal and pulled it out, wanting to spread the wetness everywhere.

his finger travelled up to your clit, circling around it and you bit your lip when he fucked it back into you, knuckle deep. he groaned softly, loving the way your muscles almost clenched his finger.

he repeated his actions a few more times until you couldn’t hold back the soft needy moans that he beyond waited to hear. you felt his teeth sink into the skin of your neck before he sucked that spot, soothing the sting from the bite.

you moaned when he curled his finger, trying to search for a spot that would make your sounds louder. his finger dipped into you inch by inch every time, showing he was in no hurry.

peter’s arm was strongly keeping you pressed against himself as you started to arch your back. he could tell you were getting needy but he wished to hear something from you– even though he was loving the musical moans you were letting out.

he pressed his ring finger into the mix, adding it when he pumped them into you the next time. his face pressed further into your hair when you tried to get away. he could tell you needed more– you were writhing, trying to grind your hips into his already hard cock– but he kept going at the slowest pace he could. one brush of his fingers against your most intimate spot and your lips parted in a loud gasp.

you tried to arch your back which only led to peter’s arm pressing harder against your abdomen. his lips were pressed together, letting out soft hums which accompanied each one of your moans as if encouraging you.

he pulled out both his fingers, fucking in again and then back out and in again until it became a faster rhythm. squelching sounds filled the mostly silent room as his leg parted yours even further.

peter rolled his fingers into you continuously, the heel of his palm nudging against your clit which had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, “pete-” you gasped, “m-more.”

the desperation in your voice made peter grind into your ass. his fingers fucked you faster, holding your legs apart, curling them into you just right until you were jutting your hips, chasing your high.

“good girl.” peter mumbled, “keep it up, baby.”

his fingers moved continuously in and out of you. he could tell you were close with the way you clenched his fingers, however before the coil in your abdomen burst, his fingers pulled out of you, a soft wet sound following it– completely opposite to the loud whine that left your mouth.

“oh my god- why’d you stop?!”

“now you wanna talk?” he mumbled into your hair.

you felt your cheeks heating up further than they were. you hid your face into the pillow, but peter wasn’t letting that happen. he tugged at your chin with his free hand, “oh, baby. trust me, i want you to cum.”

you whined, biting your lip softly at his dirty words. you wondered if peter came prepared for this because no other day would you have expected such filthy words escaping his lips. he’d never done so before in all the times you two were intimate.

he turned you around gently, slowly pressing his forehead against yours as he brought up his fingers to his own lips, sucking them clean. he moaned at the taste as his tongue swirled around the digits, sending a wave of shivers up your spine and arousal to your core.

the second his fingers were released from between his soft, warm lips, your own pair replaced them, tasting remnants of yourself on his lips. you moaned softly, pressing your chest up against his.

“want you.” you breathed out heavily.

peter only shook his head, “not until you tell me what’s with the silence.”

“huh-” your brows pulled together in confusion, “you’re really not gonna-”

“first you tell me what happened.” he pecked your lips once, twice, and a few more times.

you sighed, pursing your lips as you tried to formulate what to say to him– or rather how.

when peter saw you struggle, opening your mouth and then closing it, he brushed a thumb against your cheek, “it’s okay, you should take your time.”

you nodded, feeling the warmth of his hand transfer to your cheek as your eyes met. his chocolate brown eyes swam with what you could identify as pure adoration.

“until then…” he mumbled, leaning in to kiss you.

soft at first, it escalated when he brushed his tongue past your lips, quickly finding yours in a slow yet passionate dance. peter pressed you against the mattress, handling the covers to stay over your bodies.

he wasted no time in moving his lips to your neck, hands going to hold your thighs apart as his thumb now brushed against your clothed thigh, kneading gently as his teeth nipped at your collarbone.

you gasped softly, letting him do as he pleased with you. as you held the back of his head with one hand, the soft, brunette sea of hair engulfed your fingers.

peter moved his hands to the hem of your sweatshirt, wasting no time in sliding it up past your chest, careful enough that you weren’t exposed to the coldness of the room. he dived under the quilt, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples, the other being knead in the palm of his fingers.

you gasped as peter’s tongue flicked the bundle of nerves, your stomach flush against his torso.

you could feel his lips curl into a smirk before he switched, rolling your sensitive left nipple between his slender fingers as he licked and pulled the right one in his mouth.

you were getting fidgety, squirming under peter as he felt your grip tighten on his locks, not enough to hurt. he moaned against your skin, placing a few kisses right under your breast, moving lower, now seeming in a hurry.

“pete-” you almost pleaded, finding your voice breathy.

his hands travelled under the pair of sweatpants, making quick work of sliding them down as he traced your thighs, down to your knees before you felt the material slide off you.

you lifted the quilt slightly, just wanting to get a glimpse of peter. the few rays of light that touched him weren’t fast enough to warn you as his lips pressed to the wet patch over your panties. you gasped and threw your head back.

you felt peter’s hot breath and the muffled sound of his moan from under the blanket. he pushed your thighs apart, diving deeper as his nose pressed against your clit, the fabric thick enough to make you grit your teeth, wanting his lips and tongue on you.

maybe peter heard the clenching of your teeth or the way that your hand found home in the tufts of his hair again but he was eagerly pushing down the material past your legs throwing it down to the floor.

you felt peter’s forearms lift your thighs as he shuffled closer to your core, licking up a bold stripe across your folds. your back arched but peter’s grip was keeping you against him.

for a moment you heard him groan as he retracted, “what’s wrong?” you breathed out, supporting yourself up on your elbows.

you almost laughed when his hand creeped out from under the quilt, holding his fogged up glasses out for you to take. with a chuckle, you held the frame between your fingers, quickly placing them to the bedside table.

as you laid your back against the bed, peter was quick to wrap his lips around your clit. you let out a moan as he licked and sucked on the bundle of nerves.

he held onto your thighs, keeping you firm against his lips as he explored the very intimate part of you. his tongue darted out, poking at your entrance, but not giving you enough time to notice that as he slid the muscle deeper against your walls.

you moaned, pressing a hand over your mouth to muffle the lewdest sound you’ve ever made. the bridge of his nose poked against your clit and peter only pressed deeper as his tongue delved in and out of you. it seemed as if he would see no tomorrow if he stopped making out with your dripping hole.

you arched your back, “pete- oh god-”

you felt him hum against you, sending your jaw drop open as you finally felt the pleasure crash all over your body. your toes curled and eyes rolled to the back of your head. you could swear this was the hardest you’d ever come before as goosebumps covered your arms.

you let out a sigh as peter helped you ride out your high, keeping up his ministrations. finally stopping, he placed a soft kiss over your clit, sending your body flinching at the action.

when peter climbed out from under the blanket, surely he looked like he needed to clean up. his chin dripping with your arousal and forehead all sweaty from being so long under the warm quilt.

“you need to wash your face.” you chuckled, brushing back a few locks of hair that were sticking to his forehead.

“and you need to tell me what’s wrong.” he mumbled and you sat up, adjusting your sweatshirt back down.

“it’s nothing-”

“and don’t you dare say it’s nothing.” he sat up as well, beside you, wiping mouth with the sleeve of his shirt– that thing was going in the washing machine the second this conversation was over.

“it’s… just… exams and stuff. you know how anxious i get.” you sighed.

“i know… but you don’t have to! there’s still a week left before-”

“okay, that may seem like a long time but trust me, it’s not.” you looked up at him, meeting the brown eyes that held concern, “i’m sorry, i… i was just overwhelmed. didn’t feel like talking.” you almost pouted, making peter pull you against his chest as he hugged you. you in turn wrapped your arms around his waist.

“trust me, i know how stressful exams can be. but it’s nothing you haven’t been through before.” he placed a soft kiss against your hair, making you hug him even tighter, “you got this, beautiful.”

“yeah, yeah, yeah. easy for you to say.”

he chuckled, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“you’re like, i don’t know, the smartest guy of our whole generation.” you mumbled against his shoulder.

peter shrugged at that comment, “hey, even i watch youtube videos for help sometimes.”

“yeah, but you grasp every concept so quickly, like you don’t even have to try.” you looked up at him, blinking when you realised how that must have sounded, “...that was supposed to be a compliment.”

“you’re adorable.” peter chuckled, “how about we study together? i’ll make a time table; and don’t worry, it’s not going to be super chaotic, just a simple time table; and we can figure it out together. how’s that sound?”

you smiled at him, feeling your heart swell at the amount of his care, “sounds perfect.”

his smile mirrored yours, “thanks for telling me.”

you gave him a grin.

“now since i told you, can we fuc-”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[wonbloom]

boyfriend!jungwon who gets a little too handsy at your friend groups’ halloween party, you’re dressed as a cat in a little black dress and some shitty ears and a tail attached to an elastic belt. they were cheap, a last minute deal off of amazon, but the way jungwon was acting you’d think that you’d shown up in lingerie.

boyfriend!jungwon who can hardly wait to get you home, rutting into your ass in the elevator taking you up to his apartment, murmuring into your ear about you being his “pretty kitty”

boyfriend!jungwon who fucks you so hard that night until you’re seeing stars, encouraging you to claw all down his back.

boyfriend!jungwon who spends the rest of the night whilst you snore quietly next to him searching up boutiques that sell premium faux fur cat ears, his fingers hover over the section on a pretty pink website titled “tails” and decides fuck it, he’s going all in.

boyfriend!jungwon who has the nerve to look sheepish when you enter his room waving around a pretty pink parcel with cartoon cats plastered all over it labelled with his name.

“discreet packaging they said,” jungwon snorts to himself.

boyfriend!jungwon who quickly turns from embarrassed to embarrassingly hard when you return from the bathroom with the pristine white fur ears clipped into your hair.

“you like em?” you tease, giving him a little spin.

boyfriend!jungwon whose breath catches in his throat when he sees a fluffy tail dangling from underneath your skirt. you’re quick to notice his expression.

“what’s a kitten without a tail?” you question rhetorically, stalking towards him.

“i didn’t think you’d actually put it in,” he gulps, hands ghosting over your sides like he almost can’t believe you’re real.

you smile, climbing into his lap, peppering kisses all along his jaw.

“only thing missing is my collar,” you giggle.

boyfriend!jungwon who is relentlessly teased by the boys when they catch a glimpse of the red streaks left all down his back by your nails.

boyfriend!jungwon who just winks in response.

“cat scratches.”

[ladyshithousepoet]

high.

ship—Robert Reynolds (The Sentry) x afab! Reader

your boyfriend comes home…a little different.

cw: NSFW, unprotected sex, p in v sex, fingering

note: first time writing smut, but I can’t get this twink out of my head.

She laid on the couch of her little apartment, well, technically her boyfriend’s apartment but he wasn’t home. He hasn’t been for the past few nights, either coming back in early hours or not coming back at all. It was the drugs, she knew it. He’d come back high on some substance, meth or otherwise. She was too tired for fights, she wasn’t a saint herself with the past alcohol problems.

This night was different. At around 11pm, she heard the door rattle open. Bob stumbled into the front room, his face flushed and reddened, all rosy cheeks and dark eyes. She set the book she was reading down, her face a mask of confusion at how early it was for him.

“You’re back…early…” she started, letting the statement simmer as he sat down beside her, his weight causing the cushion to dip and make her lean closer. She was trying to assess if he was high, any flicking pupils? Slurring? He closed his eyes, pressing them with his palms before replying,

“I’m getting clean. No more drugs,” he replied, his face an unsettling visage of peacefulness and confidence. She pursed her lips. She knew her boyfriend, knew his problems with mood swings. Sometimes he felt like a void, down in the dumps and full of wrath. And sometimes…he was like this…where he thought himself invincible. It was so tempting to believe him. But deep down, she felt the sinking pit of reason that he was in the manic heights again. She let out a quiet sigh, shutting her eyes before answering,

“That’s great, babe,” she murmured, strained in tone but hopeful. He turned towards her, eyes dim and his gaze predatory. There was an unsaid tension in the room as he shifted, so his body faced her,

“You don’t believe me, do you?” His tone was soft, but impossibly low, like he was wagering with options continuing quietly, “You don’t think I could,”

“I-“ she grasped at words, searching for some sort of sincere comfort she perhaps could muster, but it came up empty. His clean attempts were fickle, and once the void was back, it faded to black. Bob’s expression was terrible to read, he seemed so quiet, but the silence was sharp and pointed.

“Shh…I can do it. I feel so much better today,” his hand had snaked to her thigh, rubbing up and down the soft canvas of skin. She sucked in a breath as he traced circles, hands moving up, “I’m better. Let me show you,”

He gently pushed her back on the couch, hitting the soft cushions with her legs spread. His eyes seemed to be searching for something, validation? Love? His gaze flicked away as his fingers moved to her core, pressing to the heat and rubbing her over the fabric. Her breathing laboured a little, as the familiar warmth pooled, eliciting some wetness. His fingers were slow and deliberate, up and down the area. His face was the same placated expression. The slowness of his movements was torture, like he was lazy in the act and wasn’t bother with the whole thing. Finally, his other hand stirred to trace the elastic of her shorts, before dipping and pulling them down, leaving only a silky pair of panties with a growing wet spot. Neither of them bothered to say anything, but the quiet flicks of soft gazes at each other was enough for intimacy. Bob rubbed her a little more, before retracting and wiping his fingers on his shirt. He moved to her shirt, pulling it up to her chin. He cupped her breasts, letting his thumbs run over her nipples as they perked. She felt sweat bead on her face, as his warm breath fanned her body. He kneaded her tits, massaging them in both hands before turning his attention back to her warmth. Her panties had been pulled down, and his hands dipped down to rub the area raw. It was slick with wetness, and a throbbing ache as his fingers circled the slit. His eyes moved up to her face as he pumped two fingers in, her core instantly clenching around the intrusion. Her pants got louder, quiet sounds leaving wet lips as he thrust another finger into the mix. In and out. The act with the slick produced a sinful sound of flesh, combined with the flushed haze on her face. He seemed satisfied with the pleasure he induced, as he pulled his fingers out of the heat, coated in transparent wetness dripping off.

She propped her back up on a pillow, hands reaching to the fly of his jeans. She fiddled with the zipper, feeling his hardness as she worked. He helped her, pulling down his boxers. His cock twitched as she wrapped her hands around it, pumping from the base to the wet tip. The sound that left his mouth was a sigh wrapped with some deep sort of moan, which became louder the faster she pumped. He reached around the table beside them, finding a bottle of lube as he got ready. Her hands had ceased its movement as he squeezed a handful of the lubrication onto his palm, before coating his own member with the liquid. Her legs spread a little wider, shaking in some sort of fucked up form of excitement.

His tip brushed her slit and she felt her eyes roll back- God, how was it this good? His cock prodded at her entrance, before it sunk into her pussy. His movements started as slow as how he had fingered her, deliberate- always teasing. A guttural groan had escaped her lips, loud enough for him to hear. He had picked up pace by then, pumping in and out of her as their bodies seemed to merge.

“I feel like a god,” he murmured, his movements suddenly jerking into some sort of wild rhythm. It was brutal. Like he had something to prove. Their usual sessions were nothing like this, it was always slow. But this? He was fucking her like an animal. It was different, but she liked it- more than she expected. Rough felt amazing.

“Then fuck me like one,” she hissed as his hips rammed into hers, her walls squeezing him until a large spurt of cum shot into her core and she coated his cock with her own. The warmth was primal as their bodies were thick with sweat, and the air full of sin. Their breathing were both the same ragged pace as they pulled apart.

He was staring at her again, with a sort of pride in his irises. She waited for the silence, before breathing,

“I believe you,”