#sore ear core

[slvttyplum]

satoru holds your thighs back and in place while suguru eats you out until his jaw is sore, your eyes watering and your toes curling from how good he was doing, your thighs wanting to give out, but you couldn't even put them down because of satoru holding them.

you were a leg closer—the worst kind, to be exact. where you would slam your thighs together whenever you got overstimulated, and that would give satoru and suguru a massive headache. to be fair, it didn't make them upset because who wouldn't want their heads squished by you? but it would be extra rough. he didn't mind; he loved having that sensation, but sometimes he just liked to have his tongue deep, or when he sucked on your clit, a position that called for extra support and for your legs to be spread.

so they would trick you at the worst moments, usually when it came to suguru because of how well his tongue worked when he was super into it, sliding his tongue all over your dripping core while you moaned and squirmed. you couldn't stay still to save your life, so he told satoru to get behind you and make sure you didn't squirm one bit. he had to focus on what he was doing, and he couldn't do that if you kept moving and squishing him in between your thighs.

right when your eyes would close and your legs would twitch, satoru would slide behind you and take a hold of your thighs, holding them back.

"satoruuuu." whining as you try to push suguru's head away, but he doesn't budge, trying to squirm in place, but satoru's grip is too strong for you. you came fast; you couldn't help it, especially with suguru, who liked the way you came on his tongue. five minutes wasn't enough to keep him satisfied, so he had satoru hold you so he could keep going.

whining even after the sheets are damp and your fluids, along with his saliva, are dripping from his chin. suguru looked you dead in the eye to tease you, letting you know with no words that he was going to keep going, regardless of whether you were crying or whining.

satoru loved being the leg holder more than he did actually eating you up. yes, he really loved eating you out and having your taste linger in your mouth, but it was something around making sure you stayed still and whispering things in your ear that got him off.

having you scratch and claw at his arms is what he loved while suguru had you squirting back and forth, drowning himself in between your thighs. even taking one hand off your thigh and sliding it up to your neck, giving it. a light squeeze before pushing your chin up and kissing you.

whenever they did this, it was just a huge blur. all you could remember was how good you felt in the moment and how suguru's tongue felt sliding over your slit and flicking back and forth on your clit, his spit coating your pussy and satoru's all over your tongue.

they made sure to make sure that you took everything they gave you to make sure the pleasure was surging through your body without any complications. satoru's grip would be so firm on your thighs. that it would leave a mark, looking in the mirror, smiling, and seeing them.

[toji-bunny-girl]

toji fushiguro finding out he’s fucking with a nymphomaniac is definitely not on this year’s bingo list of his.

he merely thought you were just some pretty chick he’d bang for some time before moving on to the next, he even thought about allowing you to have a taste of a good cock in the meantime— taking pride in the fact that his stamina and bedroom skill is one of the best.

and god did you barge into his life just to snatch that title of sex god away for yourself. you fuck him like he’s nothing but a toy, until he’s nothing but a jolting mess of raw fuck, and as if he’s one of his crying girl.

“You’re still tight,” he groaned, throwing his head back as your walls wrapped around his size, unforgivingly firm. Your cunt was attempting to milk him from the entrance of his cock, and his grip tightened around your ass, the pain stimulating your senses further; rending your walls to tense even more. “Fuck!” the timbre of his voice wavered, he was embarrassingly weak in you.

It’s been the fourth round and as much as Toji would hate to admit it, he was getting drunk off of your little unremitting cunt. The fluttering hot walls around his almost raw girth rubbing and enveloping his senses in tight, sore pleasure and they make his knees weak.

His cock was itching for release with just a few pumps of your dripping cunny, and he had to bite down his need into your lip as you’re eating him up—both by his twitching shaft and blush glazed face. It doesn’t help when you’re practically bouncing on his cock as if it’s your first round, like a rabbit in fucking heat.

“This—haa, pussy too good, huh?” your body jolted when he rolled a thumb over your puffy clit. Which was a huge fucking mistake as your walls fluttered tighter around him, garnering a groan from his sore throat.

“Need m-more, Toji,” you whined into his ear, nails sinking into his flesh as your hips bounced in ceaseless pace. “Fuck me hard—haa. Please, Toji!”

How was he to refuse when you’re all flushed above him, your body gleaming in the dark, and touch so scorchingly hot—both inside and out. “You’re driving me—mmph, crazy, woman,” he grunted as he jerked his hips upwards into your squelching cunt, fat, sensitive cockhead kissing your cervix.

You both cried in sore pleasure with each deep sink of his cock into your hot core. Tears were crowding behind his eyes, and his thighs shook from his throbbing cock. You’re riding him harder and harder, little cunny tightening by the second—Toji was going to cry anytime then. Just from your insatiable libido and cunt.

“Baby—ah! I’m cumming, baby. Fuck—haa,” he moaned, deep and long as his body jerked, pleasure flowed with his blood and through his entire body. You still rode him through his high, even when his cock felt raw to his core and weeping in sensitivity. You were relentlessly chasing after your own orgasm, disregarding the groaning mess under you. “Y’gotta s-stop, baby—” Toji managed to choke through, his fingers tensing into your welted skin as his muscles tensed.

“N-No…not yet!” your tone was desperate, your cunt unrelentingly clenching onto his throbbing cock. Your walls gave a tense squeeze before he felt them flutter around him, your juice gushing all over your thighs and dampening the bedsheets as you threw your head back into a wavering cry. “F-Fuck!”

“You’re insane, woman,” Toji chuckled with a prickling tear at the edge of his eye, your cores sore and twitching in sensitivity as you laid on his chest. He merely drowned in overstimulation then, his mind still blank and mouth thirsty for hydration from the constant orgasms.

You were purring like a contented kitten against his throat, nipping at his salty skin, fingers curling around his softening shaft. “One more?”

“Good God—”

[kingkaizen]

𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰

∘ desc: toji enjoys filling you up <3

∘ ft: toji

∘ includes: mating press, daddy kink, spitting, choking, size kink, full nelson, creampie

“Don’t run from it.”

Your legs ache, carelessly thrown over Toji’s broad shoulders as he keeps you locked in underneath him. You’re pushing tirelessly against him, hands pushing on his arms to try to move your body away from him. It’s no use as he continues to pound into you, heavy balls slapping against the curve of your ass. 

“It’s too much Toji!” You whine underneath him, large body towering over yours. It feels like he’s splitting you in two, arms caging around you to keep you in place. “So deep..feel you up here.” His eyes follow your hand as you place it on your stomach. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, turned on by the thought of being that far inside.

“You can take it, slut. You asked for this, asked for me to fuck you like this.” Toji sneered, watching the way your eyes rolled back, mouth permanently hung open from your lack of motor control. His lips pursed together, collecting enough saliva in his mouth before spitting it into yours. You swallowed, showing him your clean tongue as he gripped your chin. “See, you can be a good girl when you actually use your brain.” Toji teased, “Go ahead and look at the mess you’re making on me.” 

You could barely even keep your eyes open, let alone tilt your head down. You whimpered in response as he gave you a sharp thrust. “Did you hear what I said or is your brain too occupied with something else?” He wasn’t wrong, all you could think about was how the tip of his cock continuously hit that sweet spot over and over again. How good his pelvis felt rubbing against your throbbing clit every time your bodies met. 

Before your brain could process what was happening, Toji completely pulled out, manhandling your body and placing you with your back against his chest. His arms hooked underneath your knees, large biceps resting against the fat of your thighs. You were completely exposed, his large cock threatening to enter you once again, tip kissing your entrance.

“Tell me what I want to hear, pretty girl.” Toji whispered in your ear, your pussy throbbing with need as he teases you. “If you say it I’ll fill you up again real good.” It turns you on how strong he is, already having you in a full nelson but also lining your warm cunt against his length, juices coating him completely.

“Daddy..please fuck me.” You whine, a gasp leaving your lips next when he finally drops you, stretching you out as much as possible. This angle causes him to feel even deeper inside, your brain completely fogging over as you forget how to even speak. He tilts your head forward, forcing you to watch him move in and out of you in a rough yet consistent rhythm. He groans, watching you cream all over him as a ring forms around his base. 

“Fuck, look at how much you’re creaming for me.” He starts moving even faster, tight balls slapping against you as they begin to tighten up. “Gonna fuck my cum so deep inside. I can’t wait to see how full you look when I’m done with you.” He’s rambling in your ear and you can barely process it all. You feel him begin to twitch inside of you, thrusts becoming more erratic by the second. “Cum inside of me…I want it so bad…wanna be filled up.” You repeat these words, listening to the way Toji’s breathing becomes more and more labored. The knot in your stomach tightens up before you can’t hold it anymore, gushing around his cock. He groans before dumping his cum inside of you, fully pulling yourself down, making you take it all.

Taking some time to catch your breaths, he finally unhooks your legs as you sigh in relief, not realizing how sore they were starting to become. He moves himself from behind you and lingers in front of you, spreading your legs once more. His hungry eyes rake over your entire body before stopping at your core. His cum has already begun to leak out, cunt throbbing as the warm substance pools between your legs. He quickly makes a point to slowly insert two fingers in, making you whine given how sensitive you are in that moment.

“Gotta make sure none of it leaks out or else I might have to fill you up all over again.”

© kingkaizen | do not copy, steal, or duplicate!

[angelplummie]

getting baby trapped by 30s art……… i m unwell. after a messy divorce with tashi he found you, his kinder, softer, altogether more human younger girlfriend, and he can’t get enough. part of him craves tashis authority, but the other part of him relishes in being more than someone, older and stronger and wiser. he loves the way you make him feel, loves the way you dote on him and listen to him and take him in his entirety. loves the way you don’t play fucking tennis, you talk about other things, care about other things, fuck about other things. loves the way you lay down on your back for him and do as he says, even when he commands you in his soft, kind way. loves the way your eyes bead with tears as he pounds your tight young cunt and stares into your blistering face. he loves to stretch you open on his long cock and use you, use you for his pleasure until you cream and whimper, eat his seed from your sore, spasming cunt. he could fuck you however he wanted, and you adored him for it. in all his years he had never had so much sexual freedom, never been as totally and utterly fufilled. he loves how you thank him, for everything. with the newest dior hanging from your arm, you thank him. with his cum still on your tongue and bleary eyes, you thank him. he loves so much about you he’s starting to think he loves you. he loves you. you’re everything he needs after all that transpired with tashi, he needs someone loving and open. he wants you forever. but you’re so young. you could change, it could all go away so quickly. he needs a way to keep you, to make sure you always look at him with stars in your eyes, make sure you need him as much as he needs you. so slowly, he begins hiding your birth control. not very well, if you really wanted to find it you would have. but you didn’t. and you won’t.

“art,” you sigh as your wonderful boyfriend kisses your neck. you lay on his white sofa together, legs interlocked, pressing into every part of each other.

“art,” you sigh again, his hands palming your breast over your thin cami,”art, i forgot to take my pill. i couldn’t find my pill.”

“hmm,” he moans into your neck, grinding his hips into your thigh.

“art we can’t.”

“i want you.”

you giggle, and let him push away your top, and take your soft nipple into his mouth until it hardened, and deep in your core you felt a furling, peeling pleasure.

“i’m ovulating,” you breathe,”im gonna get pregnant.”

he groans, rock hard dick straining against his shorts, against your supple thigh. his hands roam over your torso and with kitten licks he flicks your nipple. you expel a soft breath, fingers carding through the blonde, tousled hair you suggested he grew out. you were making him young again.

“i want you. i’ll get a condom in a second.”

he’s lying. hes a liar and a bad bad man and he knows it. but he can’t care. you mewl once more about ovulating, but your fingers comb through his hair, and your chest heaves and your eyes flutter shut as he sucks and licks and paws at your tits, humping your thigh with his achingly hard cock.

“i’m… art… pregnant…” you whine half heartedly, but it only makes him sigh deeper, and he imagines the day that you’ll tell him that in complete sentences. would you be teary eyed? would you need convincing? or would you give yourself to him like he felt you would? only time would tell.

“shhhh.”

you twitched, spine arching and pushing yourself further into his mouth.

“i’m gonna grab a condom any second,” he murmured, “i want you now.”

“you have me now.”

he moves up your body and presses his lips to yours, large hand ghosting your jaw. you close your lips against each others, and open again to touch lip to tongue and tongue to tooth, to taste and to breathe each other. he tastes like sweet nothing, like air and cleanliness and summer. you taste like honey to him. your fingers tuck his hair behind his peach fuzzed ear delicately, and you breathe against each others upper lip. his nose mushes against yours and he flicks his tongue at your gums and lips. it deepens, and he toes the line between lavishing you in affection and trying to eat you lips first. it’s hungry and wet, and you forget where his mouth begins and yours ends, all becoming blurred in the spit and the heat of it.

he pulls away, with a spit string connecting your two puffy lips. his eyes twinkle in the dim light that can reach them in your tight embrace.

“why don’t you take off your panties?”

and he leant away, the warmth of his body leaving you burning in its absence. he sat, perched, watching you from above. he looked down his nose at you with a smile, so genuine and yet so condescending. so soft and nurturing, like you needed to be guided and taken care of. that him seeing you naked and feeling your insides and making you stupid and small was what you needed, was how he had to take care of you. it was times like this that you thought about the age difference, when he made you so aware that he could make you want to do anything, anything if it was just to please him. a special ability only he had over you, and if he has his way you would feel it forever. you scramble to be more upright, to rest on your elbows and lift your hips far enough that your reaching fingers could pull down your cotton panties. you writhed beneath him to reveal yourself, nipples peaking from your cami as he watched you fully clothed, in his white shirt and loose pyjama shorts. his hair was ruffled, this way and that, and he looked more collected than he ever had.

shed of your tiny covering, the orange glow of the living room light reflecting off the wetness that was smeared to your inner thigh. from under your lashes u stare up at him, the way his shirt clings involuntarily to the tightness of his core and to his broad shoulders, the way his blonde eyelashes flutter at the sight of your thighs, your hips, your tits, all the parts of you that spill over with softness. your lips part slightly, and in silence you forget what he wants you to forget and beg him to have his way with you.

he was pulled to you once more like a magnet, and you instinctively bent your knees up and spread your legs to receive his torso and hips. he took the bends of your knees in each hand and folded you up so that your ankles hung by his shoulders, bouncing in the air as the sofa gave way for his weight. he knelt above you for just a moment, just a tortuous moment before bending down, sliding his body back so his face could remain above your hot pussy.

with an untroubled drop of the wrist, your legs fell to his shoulders, sprawled on his back. the innermost part of your thighs pressed lightly to his ear, and your heels rested lightly on his back.

with his head situated mere inches from your hot throbbing hole, he took the opportunity to take his time. while he had you in the palm of his hand he made you suffer for it, kissing the tender flesh that shined with the mess he had made for you.

every touch was torture, and he knew what he was doing. his eyes never left your face, the ghost of a smile across his lips whenever they were not eclipsed by the fat of your thighs. your eyes never left his face either, and you watched him breathlessly. he licks a stripe of skin against the grain of your leg hair, and you make a sound like you’re crying.

“oh,” you whisper, “please.”

he hums, laughing. the air from his nose hits your folds and you twitch.

“ok,” he’s soft, controlled, serene.

lips parted, he leans forward into your core, not for one second breaking eye contact with you as he takes your clit into his wet mouth. his pink tongue lathes it, up and down and up and down.

his fingers make sharp indents in your thigh to stop your wriggling, and he forces your ass into his chest. he cranes his neck to eat you deeper, and you cry out, tears beading in your eyes. sucking brutally, he moans into your hole.

“fuck,” you fist the cushion beside you, gathering the fabric and ungathering it,”fuck.”

he eats your pussy like it’s your mouth, makes out with it, makes love to it. he seems to take you in your entirety into his mouth, making you all wet with him, covered and soaked. he reaches up slowly, taking your hand in his, and squeezes it softly. your fingers are tight, paralysed in his hold. the pressure his hand provides gets rid of your compulsive need to squeeze, pacifies you, makes you dumb and limp. you lie back, no longer watching his eyes trained on you, your mouth hanging open and your eyes fluttering closed. you moan involuntarily, unaware at all that you’re alive, that you haven’t died and gone to heaven.

his thumb rubs soft circles on the back of your hand in time with his mouthing, the swirl of his tongue and the rhythmic closing of his mouth. you taste like honey here too, like nectar and sugar and love. your ankles lock together and unlock on his back, and the mere feeling of that sends chills down his whole body.

suddenly he stops. he lays a final fat kiss on your clit, watching as you mewl and your tight, ready hole gushes. he pulls away with your puppy fat legs still hugging side burns and jaw. gently he rises and slips out of your leggy grasp, fingers still interlocked with yours. he wants to kiss you. you are so pathetic when he has his way with you, so passive and pliable. he wants to hurt you because you would let him, but infinitely more and for the exact same reason he wants only to look after you. to make you happy and full and rewarded for your eternal beauty, inside and out.

he wanted to kiss you, and so he did. he leaned over, still completely dressed, and draped his slender, finely chiselled body over yours. it even made him light headed to think about being close to you, to your body, not hardened by the dedication that destroyed him, left soft and unscarred, left without taint. his underbelly of tenderness was your everywhere. you were the rounding to his shoulders, the layer of fat that kept him in warm in winter.

you collided without friction, his wet lips gliding over yours in a dance of want. your legs were still under his control, and as such you were spread beneath him. your knees dangled by his sides, leaving your pussy wide open to leave sloppy kisses on his shorts. you kissed back with the same ferocity. despite your implicit submission, you wanted to consume him as much as he wanted to consume you, if not more. you gave him what he wanted because you wanted to give it to him. wanted to give him everything he would receive.

you gave him your tongue, which he accepted with a grin.

you gave him coiling fingers that grasped the fabric on his back desperately, which he took for momentum. he rolled forward on top of you, deepening the hold his mouth had on yours.

you gave him moans, whimpers from a wavering throat which he took for courage.

“im so hard for you,” you felt the reverberation of his voice in your very core, and you died a sweet death,”i’m gonna put it in.”

“uh huh.”

success. you had forgotten. he laughed, mischievously, and a smile settled into the curves of his face.

all you heard was the snap of elastic, the rustle of fabric and the dulled slap of arts heavy cock against his t-shirt.

all you saw was his pupils grow until his eyes appeared black, like an animal’s, looking at you so directly you felt he saw you deeper than skin, deeper than meat or bone. you felt utterly seen, and utterly loved. you met his gaze pleadingly, eyebrows quirking up in the centre and lips pouting. please, it told him, please my love.

“you want it?” he breathed. pre cum smeared the fat tip, his balls hung low out of his shorts that gathered at his middle thigh. it was so big. long and fat and filling. so big and so pretty, so big and pretty it was all you could do not to cry.

“i want it art,” you replied, voice clipped and cheeks burning,”i want you.”

“yeah?”

he touched your face, from your jaw to the temple. he didn’t even try to kiss you. he just held your face. he was gentle, gentle, gentle as ever. his every action was kind. you love him. you’re in love with him.

“i want you art. i love you.”

and that was that. he was getting you pregnant tonight. someone would have to pry him off of you, because so help him god he would drain himself dry in your hot wet cunt if it was the last thing he ever did.

you squealed as he pushed the entirety of his cock in, bulbous head stretching your cunt wider than any cock had stretched it before. but it slipped in so easily with the outpour of your sticky love. it made a thick squelch, and he groaned so loud, squeezed his eyes shut so hard, you might’ve thought he was being tortured.

“fuck!”

the force of his thrust had caused the thick juices of you arousal to spread around his thick cock where he stretched you out, the pain minimal, familiar and intoxicating.

you throbbed in unison, blood coursing through where you connected. you were so tight and hot, so fucking wet. art struggled, arms bracing either side of your shoulders, to force the rest of himself into you. he also struggled to think, to be a human and not a ploughing, panting, thoughtless dog.

a moan rose through your throat, broke from you involuntarily, came out like the sound of murder. your taut pussy suckled his fat dick with every pulse and quiver. you felt him so deep inside you, and he fought to push deeper. fingers still locked, his crushed your knuckles and your palm.

“oh my fucking god.”

it could’ve been either one of you, because you both meant to say it. this moment of stillness and feeling waited one more second, before art became beast, and drew back his hips so that only his pink tip stayed gripped inside. you felt so soul crushingly empty, until he drove himself back in, and you were brought back to life.

“god,” he pounded any thoughts away, any and all of them, until all you could do was breath and blaspheme, “fucking- christ.”

the buttery, fevered roll of his hips was one he was in no control of. he felt as though he was being moved by some godly force to cram your tight cunt full of him. his jaw hung open, and the hand that didn’t hold yours instead held your shoulder, dwarfing in it in his wide palm. holding onto you for sanity, his eyes opened to take in what he had done to you.

“you’re so tight. perfect. perfect. perfect.”

“i love you.”

“i love you. i love you. please god.”

what was he asking for? was he asking you or god? you would do it for him, regardless. you would do it.

your hand reached into his hair, and tugged hard. a whorish moan left his lips, the rolling of his lower half stuttering as his neck arched up. his knees were spread wide, digging deeply into his sofa. his pelvis moved on its own, smoothly, as if he had reverted to his baser instincts and let years of evolution take its course, nature guiding him to your inevitable impregnation.

you were as he liked you, completely dumb. he was too gone to enjoy it, but on another planet of pleasure entirely. he couldn’t relish in the feeling of control, but he could in the feeling of you, of having you, being loved by and loving you. the suckling heat of you was more than a man could take, and the picture beneath him was no more comprehensible.

your angel lips spread to a glistening tongue, your eyes glassy and dilated, your brow creased, hair mussed. he had to have that too, and so he kissed you once more. the hand on his hair tightened, and he moaned into your mouth.

he pumped your pussy so deep, pre cum was dashed from his oozing tip inside you, heavy balls slapping at your skin. you were so wet you didn’t notice, only felt the heat and the mind numbing ecstasy. the feeling of being pounded like a piece of meat till your tight girl pussy remembered every vein his grown man dick, but kissed like a lover and held like a princess pushed you that much closer, sent you that little bit more over the edge. you needed it. you needed him to cum. to please your daddy.

“i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum inside you.”

“fucking do it.”

“yeah?”

“yeah. get me fucking pregnant art.”

that was all he needed. he breathed into your lips and cried out, long steady body shuddering like a leaf. he held you close, pressing his weight on top of your till he could feel the fat of your breasts move around his chest. cum, thick and milky white, shot deep into your cunt, which even now gripped him tighter than ever. so much of it too. his meaty balls tweaked as their contents leaked into where they were always supposed to go.

your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, parting your lips in a silent scream.

his cock had not moved an inch from where it rested fully buried in your pussy. it was wet. it would spill out once he removed himself. it needed to stay inside.

he pressed his forehead to yours, your eyes fluttering closed from exhaustion and contentedness. you didn’t even think about what art had just done. you didn’t even realise he had done anything. he was just doing what you needed him to do.

you needed him. forever.

[killakalx]

17+ content, blank blogs dnf

rough sex, prone bone, doggy style, choking, hair pulling, light belly bulge mention, pussy eating (as always), he’s a meanie i fear, ak!jason on the brain

mmm jason 'don't run from this dick' todd... he's got you drooling in the sheets and weakly clawing at them to tug away, just for him to shift his angle and get even deeper inside you when he pulls you back. each flinch away from him prompts a deeper thrust, constantly leaning his built upper body over you and forcing your hips to fall. the grip he has is bruising and he’s using his weight to hold you down, cooing into your ear with condescension as he informs you- I can only hold this ass up for so long, princess. all while jason’s fucking your whole body into the mattress after your pathetic attempts to pull away falter, a rough palm bigger than your fucking head squishing your face into the sheets as spit dribbles from the corner of your mouth in ecstasy. useless slurs of words prompt him to pull your head back, fingers tangled in your hair and wrenching your neck to make you look at him with teary eyes as he tells you to try again.

or maybe you're reaching your hand back to rest on his pelvis while you're whining for him to be gentle, just to get a reminder of his overwhelming strength when he folds your arms against your back and forces you into a deeper arch. you’ve gotten all brave, actively trying to push him off of you- stupidly, even. the fuck do you think you’re doing-? he laughs cruelly at you, and it takes nothing for jason to snake his hand around your neck, fingers straining your throat as he pulls you flush against his broad chest and abs. the sudden breath that’s taken away has you all lightheaded and limited to short pants, leaving you to weakly cling to the same hand on your throat. your gaze falls upon your lower tummy and not only do you feel him, you can fucking see him splitting you open- how deep inside your belly he gets with each thrust.

and just throwing this in there; he's got you trying to get away from his mouth too. legs shaking as he rudely sucks on your clit and you've got the nerve to pull on his hair and urge him away. it takes little to no time for him to pin your hands against your lower tummy while his free hand is forcing your thighs to wrap around his head. he’s softer with you when he’s not pounding you until your weeping cunt is all puffy and sore, though; fat tongue lapping at your hole and groaning as more slick settles on his lips, hooked nose nudging the sensitive bundle of nerves and making you see stars. still creamin’ all over my face, jason grumbles against your core, ‘m not fuckin’ you hard enough, huh? and at this point, you can’t recall if your desperate squirming turns him on more or pisses him off- even when considering the harsh slaps against your thigh and ravenous groans into your cunt. ❧

[glossysoap]

thinking abt possessive sex with price <3 but to make it even better? you’re not even together yet.

18+ afab and fem reader, written with fat reader in mind but can be read size neutral, forced eye contact, overstimulation (from previous orgasm), possessive sex

Thinking about his hairy chest against your back, leaving you all warm and sweaty. He has one strong arm holding your stomach and the other hand grabbing your jaw, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him as he bottoms out inside you over and over.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he ruts into you over and over, cock plunging inside your soaked cunt. Your own cum and juices had mixed with his pre, creating a seal around your hole and trickling down to his thighs.

If you ever squeezed your eyes shut from the overwhelming pleasure, he would click his tongue in disapproval before giving your face a tug to put you back in your place.

“Eyes on me.” He would order in a husky tone, leaving no room for disobedience, accidental or otherwise. You’d let out a little yelp and your eyes would fly open, immediately locking with his eyes again. “That’s it. Keep your eyes on me.”

“Look at your Captain while he’s filling up your cunt.” Then he would smirk at how your pussy clenched around him at those words.

Thinking about his stormy blue eyes burning into your glossed over gaze, his expression betraying how much anger and hunger burned in his core.

Anger from witnessing some rank and file soldier flirting with you. And even if you weren’t really together, he couldn’t help but feel a fraction of the anger towards you for not rejecting the soldiers’ advances. You should know better. You should know that the only one who could really please you was your Captain. The only one that was allowed to feel the stretch of your cunt around his cock was your Captain.

His brows furrowed and his jaw clenched, nostrils flaring with every huff and groan.

“Mm, fuck!” He curses when he feels you squeezing around him so tight. practically milking him dry.

Not only were the whines and whimpers you were making so embarrassing, but the wet noises your cunt made with every thrust only made your cheeks burn even more.

You were so fucking wet, he always made you so fucking wet.

His cock was stretching you out and filling you up so fucking good, it made that coil in your stomach tighten. It was too much and not enough, all at the same time.

It didn’t help that he had already pulled out an earth shattering orgasm from you minutes prior.

“C-cap, fuck—,” You whimper brokenly, nails digging into his muscular arm as you clutched onto the one that’s holding your jaw. Your hips jolted and your legs twitched.

Your hips kept bucking and jolting, almost like you were trying to run away from the overstimulation, but he was having none of it.

“What? ‘S it too much? That tight cunt too sensitive?” He mocks, his voice all husky and full of gravel. All sweet and faux sympathy, as if he really planned on stopping any time soon.

Not a chance.

“Yeah, fuck! T-too much!” You whine, voice cracking as he just kept pounding your sore pussy without a care in the world. He didn’t hear a safe word.

He just smiled as he pressed his lips to your neck, his beard scratching against your skin. He could feel your pulse race under his mouth as he leaves wet open mouthed kisses along your jugular.

“This fuckin’ cunt is mine,” He all but growls into your ear, his gravely voice sending chills down your spine and straight to your core. “And so are you.”

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[seasons-of-death]

bsf!rafe fingering you while you're watching a movie with your friends

warning: smut!! MDNI, exhibitionism kinda i currently have acrylics so if i get any typos i'm sorry i'm practicing doing nails ... anyway sorry bsf!rafe lovers he's gonna be going through the wringer ... this is not a threat, but a promise.

movie nights were nothing new for you and rafe, having been a wednesday night tradition ever since you were both in middle school, but ever since you had started hooking up, it mostly turned into you two making out and eventually fucking while the movie just played in the background.

every time, you had told yourself that you two would just watch a movie, maybe cuddle a little, but as soon as rafe brought his large hand to your thigh, holding it in his palm, so close to your pussy that it usually took about fifteen minutes until your shirt was on the floor as you ground yourself against rafe's bulge.

and of course, on the wednesday when you wake up so horny even using your vibrator doesn't help, when you go through the day just antsy to get to have rafe all to yourself, to ride his cock until you're sore, of course that's the day when fucking topper and kelce decide to join, topper complaining about something sarah had done again.

a blanket laid on your lap as you bit on your nail, the throbbing in your cunt so intense you couldn't even focus on the movie playing on the large tv in rafe's living room, the smell of weed wafting in the air as topper took another hit from his bong.

you turned to look at rafe, the way his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed a large swig from his beer, his large hand at the neck of the bottle making you wish it was your neck it was around while he fucked into you ruthlessly, pounding into you from behind, mumbling obscenities under his-

you clear your throat, trying to rid yourself of the filthy thoughts in your head pressing your legs together for some sort of relief, feeling a wet patch on your panties. rafe looked at you with furrowed brows, scooting closer to you. "you alright?" he asked quietly, not wanting the other boys to pay attention to you two.

"yeah..." you mumble weakly, your tongue darting out to wet your lips, the sight making rafe chuckle under his breath; he knew what was going on.

he moved some of the blanket on your lap to cover his lap, leaning closer to your ear, "don't tell me you're horny." he whispered with a tsk, your eyes widening, wondering how the hell he knew. he tugged a strand of your hair behind your ear, before glancing over at topper and kelce, the two boys too high to notice anything was going on. "i know your body like the back of my hand, baby." he said, pressing his hand on your thigh, under the hem of your dress. "plus, you only wear dresses when you want me to have easy access."

his hand slowly wandered closer to the edge of your panties, your legs automatically opening, and when he finally touched your core through your panties, he let out a dry chuckle, feeling the wet patch on the lacy panties rafe himself had bought you.

"r-rafe..." you whispered softly, but rafe simply turned back to the tv as his pointer finger and middle finger began rubbing your clit over the damp fabric of your panties, not enough to make you cum, but enough to keep you on edge.

"shhh, we don't wanna make a scene." rafe whispered as he turned to glance at you with an almost sadistic smile. the more he rubbed you over your soaking panties, the more your legs inched apart further, your aching cunt just begging to be filled with his cock, having grown so used to being stretched out, the thought making you whimper. "you want me to stop?" he looked at you warningly as you let out the noise, and you shook your head, pressing your lips closed. "good girl."

he let his hand slide under the lace of your panties, finally rubbing your clit directly, the sudden new sensation causing your back to arch off the couch, a small moan leaving your lips before you covered it up with a cough, but it caused topper to glance over, a confused look on his face. "you good?"

"y-yeah," you muttered, "i think i'm getting sick. i've been feeling weird all day." topper simply nodded at your answer, before taking the bong from kelce, taking another hit. rafe let out a small chuckle as you stared daggers at him in embarrassment, but your disdain was quickly forgotten as he continued his ministrations, his fingers rubbing your clit with more pressure, the tips of his other fingers brushing against the folds of your pussy with every move he made.

you could feel the climax building, the way the coil in your stomach grew tighter and tighter. suddenly, your legs shook, your toes curling as an intense orgasm crashed through your body, your hips bucking, your back arching, trying to get closer to the hand that was wreaking havoc on your clit.

rafe used your orgasm as an opportunity to shove his hand higher, feeling your wetness drip onto his fingers as he began to rub at your entrance, his thumb moving to your clit, the friction driving you wild.

topper and kelce were still too high to notice anything, the two boys now debating which superhero on the movie was stronger, a conversation you couldn't care less about, your mind only focused on rafe's hand, on the way your body was responding to his touch as he plunged his fingers into you, your pussy clenching around his digits due to your orgasm.

when you were finally getting down from your orgasm, he pulled his hands away with a cocky smirk, subtly cleaning his fingers with his mouth. he was about to whisper something to you, but you were both pulled out from your reverie when his phone started ringing on the table, and even though you only got a glance at the screen, you knew it was sofia.

rafe rose to his feet, taking his phone and going into the other room, and suddenly all the euphoria your orgasm had brought you was gone.

[i2sunric]

𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄 (p.js)

PAIRING: jay x reader (f)

SUMMARY: on a late movie night, jay can’t resist the sight of you being curled up on his lap and obviously, gets a bulge. how better could you help him, if not by dry humping him?

WARNINGS: just a drabble. dry humping, making out, dirty talking, pet names (baby, good girl, love)

TAGLIST: (permanent) @stolasisyourparent @jaeyunsbimbo @jwnghyuns @bangtancultsposts @shawnyle @jooniesbears-blog @skzenhalove @ro-diaries @onlyhyunjin @xcosmi @strawberrhypen @heeheeswifey @destinyhoon @jakeflvrz @emisloves

it was late night, both of you not tired enough to fall asleep and decided to watch a movie— but jay couldn’t even concentrate when your head was in his lap, so close to his crotch.

any time you moved, a quiet hum left his lips, but you didn’t really pay attention to it… not until you felt something too solid under your head.

frowning, you raised your head and looked down, gasping “jay?” you questioned and lord, if his name rolling down your tongue didn’t almost make him cum.

“m’sorry, love.” he murmured, caressing your arm “i just can’t help it.”

fact was, the previous night you had already gone at it and your hole was still sore, and he could read it from your expression.

“i know,” he tugged a strand of hair behind your ear “let me do this instead.”

he knew you would offer to give him a blow, and despite how much he loved it, he wanted you to cum as well. jay wanted to bring you pleasure, not only being the one receiving it.

jay helped you sit on his lap, your legs on the sides of his thighs. you settled with your hands on his shoulders and looked at him ever so innocently.

“fuck,” he murmured and latched your lips with his in a quick make out session, his tongue licking your bottom lip to seek entrance.

you parted them and jay rewarded you with a groan, caressing your tongue with his, his hands moving around your body.

he groped your breasts, your waist, your thighs. not a place was left untouched.

his lips then moved down your jaw, prepping smell kisses all around your skin, igniting a fire in you.

your hips unconsciously jerked as he kisses a particularly sensitive spot and he grunted. he took hold of your waist and gently guided you to rock your hips on his.

the pace was slow, but you could feel him whole under you, restrained by the fabric of his sweatpants.

you let out a small sigh, your eyes closing as your core brushed against his bulge, making you feel stars.

“mh… love.” jay kissed your neck once more before looking up at you “you’re always so good for me, so you obedient.”

he cursed under his breath when your hips moved faster, fuelled by his dirty words “you’re such a good girl, mh? aren’t you my good girl?”

you nodded your head, your nails digging in his shoulders as you rocked on him, desperate to bring him to his long awaited release.

“m’ your good girl,” you mumbled quietly “want to make you cum, jay, please.”

lord. you were just so perfect for him.

jay smacked your ass and groped it, making you hump him faster “just like that, baby.”

one of his hands moved to the back of your neck as he pulled you in for another hot kiss, his teeth grazing your bottom lip, slightly nibbling. not strong as to draw blood but enough to let you feel the pressure.

soft hums escaped your lips, all dying down his throat, he drank them all.

his hand found its way under your shirt, flicking your nipples, thankful that you had decided to go bra-less.

“you make me feel so good,” jay murmured on your lips “just you, on my lap is enough to drive me insane.”

you moaned in reply “jay,” you breathed out “baby, i’m so close.”

he smirked and held your hips down, slightly tilting you forward so your clit was directly rubbing against his clothed cock.

you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling your juices damp your panties as well as his sweats, showing a small patch.

“you’re close, baby.” jay fanned against your face “gonna cum for me, mh? make a mess all over your panties?”

he added to your rubs, deep bucks of his hips, wanting to send you both to your orgasms.

“you’ll cum all over them,” jay kissed you “and then you’ll give them to me, yeah? i’m gonna nut in them when you’re away.”

just the image of him jacking off with your panties was enough to cloud your mind, making you grasp his shoulders and frenetically move your hips.

“yes, love.” he groaned, his hold on your waist bruising “make us cum.”

at jay’s words, the knot that had formed in the pit of your stomach snapped, your orgasm washing through you, making you squirm and moan out.

at the same time, jay released in his pants with a groan, grasping your hips so tight, both to keep you steady and steady his mind.

“fuck,” he breathed out, leaning in to kiss you deeply, waiting for you to come down from your high.

a faint music came from the tv, the ending credits on the screen, signalling that the movie had finished.

you pulled away to catch your breath, your eyelids heavy, suddenly feeling tiredness.

jay chuckled at such a sight, caressing your cheek “i’ll get us cleaned up and cuddle, how does that sound?”

you leaned him to kiss him again; so happy to have him as your life companion, to take care of you “perfect.”

[xanaxspritz]

sukuna breeding you with his two dicks :p it got a little dark at the end because it's sukuna, sorry!!

cw: blood, virgin!afab reader, mdni

if there as anything sukuna liked about you, it was that you were the most obedient, sweetest girl he had. never talked back, always demure and quiet. and out of all his concubines, you were the fairest.

love was a strong word. he didn't exactly love anything or anyone, but he did care about you, a lot. which is why he believed you were the perfect woman to give him the next generation of his legacy

your knees were raised your ears, your sweet whimpers filling master sukuna's large bedroom as he pounded both of his thick veiny cocks inside you.

"taking it better than I thought eh? atta girl..." sukuna hummed in approval.

you never taken a dick before, let alone two. the sheer girth of both of his cocks inside you made it feel like you were splitting at your core. but it felt so good to be absolutely stuffed with master sukuna's cocks. you lucky enough to be chosen among many of the other women in the harem to be here with him, to be the one fit enough to bear his child.

"k-kuna..." you moan out, your eyes rolling to the back of your from the intense pleasure.

your greedy walls swallowed both of his cocks, making a snug fit. you clench even tighter which makes sukuna growl in your ear.

"needy slut. two cocks isn't enough for you hmm? shit- I think you need be reached a lesson"

his long, deep, strokes turned into vicious, shallow, thrusts to the point of pain. you gripped the bedsheets, taking both of his cocks like the good girl you until he finally you feel the ropes and ropes of his warm milky cum inside you, leaking out on the mattress. after pulling out of you, he fingers his cum back inside you, making sure his seed travels deep inside your womb.

you look down to see a mix of blood and semen on his fingers. the roughness left you sore, but you were still happy enough that you got to spend the night by master's sukuna side. master sukuna rolls over to your side, putting on arm around you.

"i hope you're not exhausted sweetheart," he whispers in your ear. "need to fuck that pussy again until i know for sure you're pregnant."

[billysgun]

quiet

billy the kid x wife!reader 18+ |requested!|you and billy have sex for the first time since the birth of your baby girl, and you have to keep your needy moans quiet so she won't wake|

"fuck me..." billy whispered as his eyes raked over your body, breasts big and milk-filled as you lay under him

you let out a little giggle and noticed how his cock twitched, you both are bare as he hangs above you, shamelessly drinking you up.

"come on, cowboy. I didn't wait two months for eye fuckin'"

he chuckled, hot breath in the nook of your neck before they traveled down to your sore breasts where he peppers kisses on the achy buds

the midwives told you to wait two entire months since you gave birth before having sex to let you heal. it was unbearable. especially with billy's sex drive.

well, the clock striked 12 and your clothes are scattered as you try and keep the squeaking bed at bay, your baby girl a room over for privacy

"wait..." you say breathlessly and he stops his kisses, a worried expression flashes over him as you bite your lip in embarrassment at what you are about to ask

"what if she chokes? or falls out of her crib? or-"

"darlin' these walls are thin, I think I can hear her snorin'" he snorts but you're unamused, huffing as you cross your arms

"then she'll wake up from us!" you argue but he just shakes his head as he pushes your legs over his shoulder and fans his hot breath over your core

"then be quiet"

his words make you shiver but as his tongue licks up your slit you realize this is harder than you thought, back arching immediately and hand over your mouth

he moans into your pussy, your silky folds vibrating and you twist your eyes shut. he sucks at your clit mercilessly and you can't help the way your hips twitch

"billy, wai-" you came immediately, shocking both you and billy as you pant softly. humiliation flooding your cheeks as he laughs into your thighs

"that's not funny!" you cry out, voice low as you smack his shoulders and he just nods

"It's okay, honey. it happens" he reassures you and you roll your eyes

"let's see how long you last inside me" you playfully remark but he swallows hard, knowing how he was humping the bed moments before and had to stop himself from coming once he saw your naked body

"I reckon longer than you" still, he confidently says.

your brows shot up at his admission and gestured toward your center as you looked back up at him

"go on then"

he nodded and moved to align with you, hesitating before pushing the tip in and letting out a deep moan. you chuckled at him but he didn't care.

you've gotten fucking tighter, no way around it.

he pushes deeper into you and his mouth falls open as he tilts his head back, focusing on not coming as he's fully inside you.

"any day now" you cheekily say, trying to hide the whininess in your voice as he makes you stretch so perfectly

"I'm just-" he basically moans the words as his head rolls down to see you

"giving you time to adjust"

you giggle at his words but as his hips thrust, there were no more giggles as you moaned helplessly

he leaned down and sloppily kissed your cheek as his hips moved slowly, panting into the side of your face

"baby, bite the pillow" he groaned and you nodded teeth sinking into the feathers as he began to fuck you with his hips stuttering

"mm, fuuuck fuck fuck" he whined, choosing to cover your neck in kisses to distract the way you squeezed him

his cock made you dizzy as you grind with his thrusts, your eyes rolling back as even the pillow couldn't contain your moans

he cried as you clenched around him, his hips speeding up as he humped you like a fucking rabbit. he bit your shoulder softly as you scratched his back, letting a broken moan out before you came all around him.

you lay limp as he growled into your ear before shooting his load straight into your womb once more. falling on top of you as you both panted franticly

you lay for a few minutes until your ears popped and the room seemed clearer as you slowly came down from your high. your fingers brushed through his hair softly as your legs shook

and that's when the sound of cries rippled through your small home.

an: HAPPY LAST POST OF 2023 & HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! 🥳 I had to end the year off with smut and this AMAZING request, I literally loved writing this so much, thank you! and thank you to everyone, these past few months were surreal and I love you guys so much, thank you for all the support and I'm wishing you all an amazing new year <3

one more thing, the only reason readers boobs are described as "big" in the beginning is ONLY because she's breastfeeding and they are milk-filled, this was not to describe reader at all, trust me I have tiny little itty bitty boobs LOL

[anantaru]

neuvillette eats pussy to distress

cw. oral (fem! receiving), you're a lil bratty, fem! reader

what comes out of your mouth are nothing more than short-planted whimpers, little, hesitant cries, and then a filthy moan of neuvillette's name, but you tell yourself that you do not want to give him that certain satisfaction he had longed for all night— and you sneakily trace along his scalp with your trembling fingers, he hisses when you tug on his roots, then whines into your pussy when you do it again, eyes growing wide at your fine-drawn pursue.

"there certainly is no need to hold yourself back for me." he suddenly claims and it has you avert your eyes, the way he had phrased it was almost a little too detached and apathetic to your own liking— almost as if he didn't take this whole thing serious and believed that he gave in, just for a second, in one of the lewd, obscene pleasures of human kind, before adding, "because you do, in fact, hide your voice."

"am i correct?"

"i don't!" sweet sweet liar, because you do, you've been blocking them out this entire time, "maybe you're not as good— fuck, as you think you are!"

the man laughs, a little aloof, and evidently, neuvillette was aware on what he was capable of doing to you and his fingers are cool and persistent in fucking in and out of your little hole, and despite it being only a digit, not even fully in, your toes curl and your legs clasp around his head when he adds his tongue, it has your sticky slick pooling between the folds of your cunt and merging with his spit, fuck, acting as if he didn't bring you unrecognizable pleasure was harder than you originally thought.

especially since he appeared to be exceptionally fatigued and certainly used your body as a way to distress from day to day work— for him, this type of work life balance was the most sufficient one.

neuvillette slides his warm tongue up and down your pussy in long swipes when you shiver at the mere sight of him doing so, feeling like everyone in the giant building can hear what's happening to you right this second, more so know who is pulling those lewd noises out of your sore throat.

your glowing eyes, in a sudden haste, spring open when you feel how he languidly spits on your cunt, once, twice— so you're wetter for him, he claims you taste better that way, lubricating you so he can drag his tongue into you faster, just like you so desperately wanted him to, yet in secret, you'd never tell him that— while, the chief justice most definitely preferred it if you're adequately messed up whenever he comes to see you, your exposed core luminous, hole clenching around his digits and you swear you can feel him smirk faintly, although he wasn't a man of great emotions, while proceeding in this particular task, he couldn't possibly suppress this feral, animalistic desire housing deep inside his chest, rumbling and aching for a possibility to escape.

the twist in your stomach builds up quickly, quicker than you initially had anticipated, "how— how, fuck!" you manage to say, "how are you so fucking good at this?" and your fingers find themselves wounding in his hair, holding onto him for your dear life when a tremor of cold shivers crossed over your figure when he groans into your pussy by the nature of your rough tugs on his scalp, his breath hot and wet when it ghosts over your soaked folds. 

"there they are." he moans into your cunt, not giving a single flying fuck if his face was slicked up in your juices, as said, he adored making a mess, "those noises i've been looking forward to."

at last, when he adds another finger into your hole and curls them up, the tightened thread in your stomach snaps in half and you shake violently while pinned down with one of his arms strongly locked over your stomach, with a cry of his name, that you originally preferred to stay hidden in your throat, your loud moans tumble and bounce from your lips to his ears as you cum all against his mouth so he could finally taste you.

but the long-rooted waves of your pleasure have not dissipated as he continues to flick his tongue over your clit, your slick by now basically coating the entire lower half of his face, his eyes fixated on nothing but your addictive, more so intoxicating expressions— you knew neuvillette wouldn't stop, there's no such thing as leaving a case half finished, he had a habit of prolonging your orgasm until you're overstimulated to the hilt, always, whenever he had you under him, it's his way of fucking you, until you're nothing but satisfied, such as he was whenever a trial ends with no complications.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[haloeffvct]

Charms Assignment - Theodore Nott

Pairings: Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Theo has offered to help Y/N in charms but he gets a little distracted. 

Warnings: mature themes, sexual tension, fingering, choking, praise kink, degradation kink, semi public. bad writing. there's probably more. 

The sun had gone down, leaving the library in a warm glow. Theo had charmed a few floating candles over top of your work so that you could continue on with your charms assignment. You’ve been at it for hours. Growing impatient and restless, no longer able to focus on your assignment.

Your hand cramps. Placing the quill down you stretch your hand rubbing the sore muscles. Leaning back in your chair you look over to Theo, who sits hunched in his chair, scribbling furiously on his parchment. His glasses are perched precariously low on his nose.

You remember when you first started the assignment and he had put them on. You could barely contain yourself from squirming in your seat and clenching your thighs together to relieve the ache in your core. There was something about glasses on Theodore Nott that made the man irresistible, not that he wasn’t already devastatingly handsome without them.

Theo must have felt your stare for he looks up at his parchment. His dark eyes looking to you with a raised brow. 

You can feel your cheeks heat with embarrassment. “Do you think we can take a break?” You ask him as you lift your arms above your head and arch your back a little to relieve the sore muscles. 

You can feel his heated gaze on you. The way his gaze lingers on your raised arms above your head and then slowly moving down to reach the sliver of skin revealed to him from your blouse being rising.

“Yeah, alright,” He says, putting down his quill and relaxing back into his chair. Taking off his glasses he rolls his neck, hissing in pain at the tension. 

“Are you alright?” You ask. 

“M’Alright,” He replies, rubbing the back of his neck. “Must have pulled a muscle in my neck.” 

“No doubt,” You chuckle. “ You’ve been hunched over working on this assignment for hours.” 

Theo narrows his eyes at you. “I do not hunch,” He counters. 

“Oh yes you do,” You giggle, shaking your head at him. “Sit back,” You instruct as you get up from your chair and make your way behind him. “I can help.”

Standing behind him you hesitate, your hands raised to his neck hovering just ever so slightly above his skin. Even without touching him you can feel the heat radiating off his skin. The smell of cigarettes and sandalwood greet your nose and your head swims with inappropriate thoughts. 

His hands in your hair, his lips kissing and biting your neck, his weight pressing into you, as his dark eyes bore hungrily into you. 

You shake your head to get rid of the thoughts. You shouldn’t be thinking of him like that. You were just doing him a favor. 

As soon as your hands are placed on his shoulders he goes rigid. His shoulders tensing uncomfortably under your grip. 

“Sh...” You say quietly in his ear. “Relax..”

You can feel his shoulders relax, dropping from their tense state. You run your hands over his broad shoulders and then to the sides of his neck. At first you massage gently, afraid to hurt him. But when a soft moan, that could only be deciphered by the silence of the library, reaches your ears you massage firmer.

“Merlin…” He swears when you reach a particular knot in his neck.

You chuckle as you continue to massage the knots on his neck. “Does it feel good?” You ask.

His eyes close and he hums blissfully as you find another knot to work on. “Fuck yes,” He says. His voice is gravelly and deep, obviously enjoying the massage you’re giving him.

His voice sends a tingle down your spine shooting right down to your core. Your panties are damp and you can feel the stickiness between your thighs.

Suddenly he grabs your hand at his neck. “I have some knots on my shoulder do you think you can get them f’me?” He asks, his dark eyes staring up at you with indecipherable heat.

You blush under his gaze. “Of course,” You say softly, moving your hands from his neck to his shoulders.

But he grabs you, pulling you in front of him and tugging you so you straddle his lap. Your legs bracket each side of his thighs, thick and muscular from playing quidditch. You’re hovering ever so slightly over him, but not for long before Theo grabs your hips and pulls you down. Sitting you right on his hard cock.

A whimper falls from your lips, his hardness nudging against your neglected clit.

“I think this will be a better angle for you. Don’t you think?” He asks with a smirk on his face.

He clearly knows what he’s doing teasing you like this. You decide to proceed, trying your best to ignore his prodding length pressed deliciously against your heat.

Taking a shuddering breath you nod at him. 

Letting your hands begin their work on his shoulders you can feel his breathing deepen. His hands find your hips gripping them harshly before running his hands along your waist, just barely grazing the side of your breast.

You try not to act affected as his hands continue to smooth over different parts of your body. Your breathing gets trapped in your throat when his large hands flatten down your back and drift over your ass.

Theo leans into your ear, his warm breath tickling. “I can feel how wet you are and I haven’t even touched you yet,” He says, his voice deep and sultry.

His hands that drifted over your ass grabs it harshly, pressing you tightly against him and making you gasp. He chuckles, massaging one cheek,“You're practically dripping for me.”

You can feel your face heat with embarrassment. You’re about to get up and tell Theo to forget this ever happened when he rolls his hips up into yours. A moan slips from your lips and your grip on his shoulder tightens.

“Don’t shy away from me now.” Theo purrs. His other hand that doesn’t grip your ass grabs your jaw, his fingers digging almost painfully into your cheeks. “Not when you’ve been sitting there for hours all wet and needy for me.”

You tremble under his grip, the firmness of his cock nudging all your spots. “H-how did you know?” You ask breathlessly.

He smirks, “You think I didn’t notice every time I put my glasses on you clench your pretty thighs?” He replies with his hands smoothing up your thighs. One of his hands dipping to your inner thigh getting close to your heat.

He pulls your face so that your lips are barely touching. His eyes looking into your face. The dark brown of his eyes swirling with hunger and lust. “You poor thing,” He says huskily. “Sitting here pussy soaked and begging for me.”

You whimper quietly, his words making you even wetter. Theo’s hand rests on your inner thigh, his fingers just centimeters away from your aching core. You feel like you're in a daze, the ache between your thighs nearly unbearable. You want to grab his hand and shove it in your panties, but you don’t. Knowing Theo would never let you cum unless you did as he asked.

He turns your head to the side, his lips leaving butterfly kisses along the side of your neck. You moan rolling your hips against his to relieve some of the pain.

“You’ve been so patient for me,” He says against the skin. “Do you think you deserve to cum?” He asks.

“Yes,” You nod desperately.

He chuckles. He trails his tongue up the side of your neck to the shell of your ear. You gasp and the sensation makes you tremble.

“Beg me for it,” He demands.

His left hand rubs between the valley of your breasts, his hand creeping up your neck before enclosing it in his grip. Your mouth drops open in a pant. His right hand just barely grazing the side of your panties.

You whine when his hand doesn’t move. “Please, please, please make me cum Theo.” You say looking at him with pleading eyes. “Make me feel good. Please.”

He smirks his hand finally running over the front of your damp panties causing you to shake. “Only because you sound so sweet when you beg.”

He takes his time running his hand over your panties, feeling the wet lace under the palm of his hand. But you need more. You grind your hips against his hand, seeking for more friction, but as soon as you move he pulls his hand away.

His grip on your neck tightens and he pulls his face towards yours. His hot breath fans against your face. “ Be still. Or I won't let you cum,” He threatens.

You want to cry. The ache in your core is bordering on painful. “Please Theo,” You whine. “Please touch me. I need to cum please.”

“Aw, does my baby want to cum?” He asks mockingly. You feel Theo pull your panties aside, his middle finger just grazing your entrance, but it’s enough to make you mewl.

Before you can even answer he slams a finger inside of you making you moan loudly and clutch his shoulders. “You dirty whore,” He says as he curls his finger inside you.

He finds the spot that makes you see stars easily. The spot you can never reach by yourself. Slowly he begins pumping his finger inside of you, your slick leaving no resistance.

“Fuck you’re so wet,” He growls before sticking a second finger in.

You throw your head back with a moan. Not caring anymore that you were in the library and anyone could catch you at any minute. If anything it turned you on more.

Theo picks up speed, fingerfucking you roughly. His fingers nudge the perfect spot every time. You can feel your orgasm growing each time his fingers enter you.

“Look at you all fucked just from my fingers,” Theo grunts in your ear. “Are you going to cum for me?” He asks.

“Fuck, yes,” You moan. You feel the coil inside you get tighter.

“Rub your clit f’me,” He rasps.

Your hand drifts down your stomach and down to your clit. You’re so close you can feel the coil about to snap. You rub your puffy clit, a loud moan escaping your lips. “Such a good girl rubbing your clit for me.”

Theos words spur you on making your hand move faster. “God Theo! I’m gonna cum.”

Theo’s hand doesn’t stop. The sound of his fingers working your pussy fills the air. “Cum for me.”

That’s all it takes for the coil to snap.

Your orgasm is intense, your mouth opening in a silent scream. You're grinding your hips into Theo’s hand, your own still rubbing your clit ferociously.

He fucks you until you’ve ridden your orgasm. When you slump against him and begin to twitch from overstimulation. His hand that’s still wrapped around your neck brings your mouth to his in a heated kiss. His tongue dancing with yours.

He pulls away as he pulls his fingers out of you. He lifts his fingers to his mouth staring deeply into your eyes as he licks his fingers clean. Before he connects his mouth back to yours.

His tongue joins yours in a dance. You can taste your essence on his tongue.

God, this man was going to be the death of her. 

[bunny584]

OBSESSED: SHOKO feat. The BOYS (PART II)

A/N: This is so…I am so…CLEARLY I was in a mood when I wrote this 😅 there is 100% going to be a third and final part. Please use the visual below to envision the…biomechanics of positioning and such, height differences and all.

C/W: ….the trio is their own content warning LOL, Mature 18+

Shoko is drowning.

She is suffocating.

And it’s your little hand that’s holding the back of her head under water.

…rather, she wishes your little hand would just grip the back of her head already and drown her face in your—

“Do you like the pink or the black dress better?”

Your eyes are wide and gorgeous. Finding Shoko’s in the floor length mirror, expecting an answer. An opinion.

But the problem is, Shoko has only one opinion.

And it’s that you’re fucking hot.

And beautiful. And pretty. And perfect.

And her jaw is so sore from how much she clenches it to keep herself from begging to eat your pussy like a woman starved.

Because she IS starved.

“Baby?”

Your girly giggle knocks Shoko back to Earth, just long enough for you to rip her breath away.

You glide over to the bed, where Shoko is seated. Thighs mashed together. As if it’ll keep her from leaking all coherent thought onto her panties.

“Y-you look pretty in…” Shoko’s voice is high and weak, before it shatters to stardust.

Seductive little grin tugs on your lips before you flick your tongue over Shoko’s bottom lip. She’s immediately cross-eyed.

Panting, with mouth parted.

Shoko’s heart is rattling in the back of her throat, how it always does before you kiss her.

Then you kiss her.

Your tongue dances with hers. Feather light pulls along the roof of her mouth. Shoko whines. She always whines when you makeout with her. Her entire body is loose and limp. The only stiff thing about her is her hot, sticky bud. Begging to be touched and rubbed while you fuck her mouth like this.

And she would touch herself while you did this to her, if she could. But she never can.

Because you’re a succubus.

You taste and suck and roll Shoko’s soul over your tongue like a glass of Sauvignon Blanc.

And right when you have her pathetic. Whimpering “oh god” and “please” into your mouth, you pull away. Planting one last chaste kiss on her lips or cheek before going about the conversation or task.

Leaving Shoko paralyzed.

“Pink it is!” You glide into Shoko’s bathroom, the boys will be over in a few.

“P-pink is perfect.” Words bubble out of Shoko’s lips a day late and dollar short.

But who cares? She can’t think right now.

Like clockwork, Shoko’s two fingers snake between her drenched panties and her leaky cunt.

She just…she just needs to take the edge off.

Because you’ve been doing this to her.

Kissing her until she’s soaking wet every day. Since that night. It’s a sick little routine you two have and it’s driving Shoko insane.

You’re always sighing into her mouth and calling her baby and holding her face in a way that makes her cunt twitch. And clench. And pulsate around nothing.

The second you leave the room or turn away. Shoko’s fingers fly to her core. Petting herself slack jawed and dumb.

Because even small touches keep her grounded.

And she’s NOT going to ruin this by trying to talk about it. And muddle your obvious chemistry with labels and feelings.

A sliver of you is enough.

Even though she is pining for the moment you fuck her mouth with something else.

“Girls?” Satoru’s voice thunders in your foyer.

For once you’re grateful for his utter lack of boundaries. He jingles keys for dramatic effect.

“Car’s here! The tequila isn’t going to drink itself.”

—

It’s going to take act of God to stop Suguru from cumming in his pants.

All night.

He has been physically restraining the steel fucking pipe between his legs all night.

And maybe he would survive if it was just the way you winded your hips on him the last 5 songs.

Maybe he would be okay if it was just the way you grazed your lips over his ear whenever you whispered something to him.

It was definitely the way you batted your eyelashes up at him. Holding eye contact while taking the kamikaze shots.

That are white and opaque, like his cum.

And being the sick, perverted shell of a human that he is. He pictured you swallowing his arousal. The same way you throated that shot.

Not to mention the “You have to hold eye contact with me, Suguru. Or seven years of bad sex.”

Sex?

Sex?

You are sex.

The way you’re lapping him in the taxi home is sex.

With your dress splayed across him. Heat radiating from your precious little cunt held back only by gossamer thin lace.

Suguru can feel every tiny bump in the road. Because your pussy grinds and bounces and rubs the length of his shaft.

And he’s shameless.

Every time you lean forward to talk to Shoko, Suguru’s hand traces down your spine. His mind’s eye can only picture steadying the small of your waist while he fucks into you until you forget your name.

His cock is raging against his thigh.

He and Satoru have been exchanging dubious glances all night.

Especially when you pulled them both to the dance floor. You were a lock-and-key fit between them.

Like you were made to take them both.

“God.”

Suguru accidentally mumbles out loud. And he’s thanking/cursing out the gods as soon as he does

Because when you turn to look back at him, your hips grind in a small circle on his cock. And the friction nearly short circuits his brain.

“You okay? Am I too heavy?” Cotton candy on your voice and Suguru needs you to melt on his tongue.

Suguru purposefully bucks his hips upward - causing you to bounce fully off his lap. And he would impale you on the landing if he could.

He could suspend you with one hand. And rail the daylight out of you while standing up.

“You’re a featherweight, princess.” It’s a miracle he’s able to keep his tone steady.

“Oh, he speaks?” Shoko teases.

“Only because the love of his—“ Both you and Suguru land friendly fire onto Satoru’s chest.

Effectively cutting him off.

Satoru settles back into his seat. Riding his eyes along every soft curve and dip in your body.

Everyone.

And he means everyone (driver included) in this car except for you is fucking struggling. Keeping it together by a string of floss.

And he didn’t need his Six Eyes to see that.

Shoko hasn’t stopped panting since the night started. Every time you lean into her ear to giggle about god knows what, she moans.

It’s soft. Below the decibels of normal human perception.

But Satoru can perceive it.

The driver has had his left hand buried in his crotch the whole time. Goddamn revolting.

But Satoru gets it.

And Suguru.

Poor, tortured Suguru.

Satoru has never seen his best friend this blue balled in his entire life.

He has seen Suguru take swords to the chest. Satoru has seen him swallow shit curses as big as the Burj Khalifa. He’s seen Suguru suffer. 


And yet, he has never suffered like this.

There’s a light sheen of sweat draped on his forehead. His jaw is so tightly clenched his molars could vaporize into thin air. His hand drunkenly runs up and down your back when you bend over and dangle your fucking prize in Suguru’s face.

In Satoru’s face.

You are a tease.

And Satoru has every intention of getting you back for this.

There will be hell to pay for how irresistible you are. It’s maddening.

You could ask for the world and Satoru would bring you the Milky Way. You pout your lips and bat your eyelashes and somehow, somehow the batteries in Satoru’s brain die.

Every. Fucking. Time.

The whole car comes to a proverbial halt. Because you lean over to Shoko once more. Your dress bunched a little too high around your hips. Plump, perky ass cheeks in near full view in Suguru’s lap.

“Baby?” A snowflake hitting the ground in that car might as well be a raging hurricane. With how silent it is.

Satoru swallows the sharpest, driest rocks known to man.

Suguru rolls his bottom lip under his teeth. He’ll draw blood in a minute.

“Y-yes?” Shoko answers your call.

Starless skies fill the car but Satoru can see Shoko’s high crimson blush from the backseat.

Baby? Holy shit, Ieiri.

“Kiss me,” Melody on your lips is strong enough to sink a Navy fleet.

What Satoru sees next will be burned into his psyche for the rest of his life.

His overgrown cock throbs against his thigh. Beating more aggressively with each passing second.

He can’t remember when he pulled his glasses off. To watch your tongue wire into Shoko’s accepting, desperate mouth. You thread both of your hands into her hair while your mouth molests hers.

All in plain view of Satoru and Suguru.

And Shoko has no idea what to do with herself. Satoru can’t blame her. She’s full of high pitched moans and pants, drunk off of your love elixir.

God. Fucking. Damn.

“Oh, oh it’s that kind of night?”

Satoru is fully aware of the slur to his words. And the flecks of blood now currently under his finger nails from digging into his palms the way he is.

And you laugh in the way wind chimes sing in the breeze. How Satoru imagines the angels in heaven strum harps. Your voice is so…disarming.

“What, you jealous pretty boy?”

You flash him a smile that Satoru is sure doubles as the cure for any and all communicable diseases. A smile that could get answers out of the CIA or KGB.

“Maybe. A little bit.” Satoru is all rasp. His hand palms his length on its own accord.

He has no control here.

Your eyes flicker down to Satoru’s mouth for a millisecond. And in a flash his lips are on yours.

He grips a handful of hair like it’s his life-force. Your kiss is sweet. And dizzying. And toxic. Nothing like this can be pure, it can’t be good. Satoru is convinced his heart will stop beating after taking a bite out the apple in your Garden of Eden.

But he could die on your lips. Right here. Right now.

“Oh Satoru…” you purr into his mouth and he shamelessly squeezes his cock.

You are unfair.

'I’m jealous too, pretty girl.” Suguru’s voice slices through the thick lusty silence.

You say nothing before you pull off of Satoru’s wanting lips and take in Suguru.

Satoru and Shoko watch you nestle deeper into Suguru’s lap.

His hands drift from your waist, to your hips, around to your ass. The way your flesh dimples when he squeezes sends electric currents through Satoru’s cock.

He watches you deepen your kiss with Suguru, who is so clearly tantalized. So clearly about to split you in half.

His fingers twitch along his zipper for a second.

Then time stops.

And so does the taxi.

You take a second to pull away from Suguru’s lips but Satoru doesn’t miss how puffy and flushed your mouth is.

Your eyes dart between the three of them. Then out the window.

“Oh! We’re home!”

FINALE

[pokechbi]

"I told you not to cum...Didn't I, schatz?"

just a random smut splurge that was on my mind ALL day

(konig x fem reader!)

NSFW !!! MDNI

WC: 1.1k

Fem anatomy used

Your hips spasm against his mouth, your thighs shaking violently as he pumped and curled a thick finger into your sopping pussy, sucking and flicking your clit relentlessly with his tongue. You let yourself in this predicament, sacrificing yourself just for a few seconds of pleasure, letting your orgasm overtake your body when he had specifically ordered you not to. Rookie mistake.

"Was it worth it, du kleine Schlampe?" (you little slut). He lifts from between the lips of your cunt, his lips and jaw soaked with your juices. He'd been down there for an hour and counting, just torturing you. Holding your hips down with his strong arm, the ropes of muscles under his skin flexing every time you moved. He'd quickly slap your clit with an open palm every time you pushed his head away, sending a jolt of electricity through your every nerve and paralyzing you, rendering your fights useless. The stubble on his jaw had rubbed your inner thighs raw, causing the skin to redden and puff with irritation. He looked up at you, eyes gleaming with dominance and power over you. He was loving this. And it sickened you. The thought of having another orgasm made you want to puke, cry, scream, pass out. Your body was spent, sweating heavily and feeling the muscles in your thighs and core burn with overexertion.

"Are you ready to apologize, meine liebe?" He asks, rising to your breasts. His searing breath graze your nipples. They were sore and raw, from him reaching his hand up and pinching the little buds between his fingers while he licked your slit relentlessly. In that moment, your brain was fuzzy, swirling from the multiple orgasms that rattled your soul. "B-but I couldn't hold i-ah!" You yelped as he slammed two of his thick fingers into you, resulting in a stomach-turning squelch that was music to his ears.

"Oh, schatz. Wrong answer. You wanted to cum so bad before, hm? Now I will make you cum until you can't fucking see straight" He grunted, his anger coming from the deep parts of his soul. He began slapping at your clit with an open palm, over and over, the pain causing a distinctive warmth to bubble in your core as your hips jerked with every slap. Tears ran down your cheeks, leaving a stain in their wakes as you fight the oncoming orgasm. You yell out in delicious pain as he pushes his cock into you, not giving you a second to adjust before pounding straight into your cervix. You see red when your eyes flutter closed, slurring and murmuring words from your lips.

"Scheiße, mein lieber, you feel so good. So swollen and wet, milking my fucking cum right out of me." (shit, my dear). He breathes, a throaty chuckle searing the skin of your ear. He grabs your knees, pushing them against your breasts as he pumps deeper into you, your walls swollen and tighter from his viscous, barbarian cock rubbing against them on and off for an hour and some time now. You hated that it felt good. You were on the brink of unconsciousness, but couldn't let go of the feeling of his swollen, throbbing dick meeting resistance against your bulgy, enticing walls. You let out a lazy moan, the sounds coming from you not recognizable to your usual timid whimpers and groans. You gripped the sheets beside you, Konig's hips not letting up as you came close to another orgasm. Your mouth hung open in silence, your voice too raspy and broken to moan anymore. He pressed his forehead against yours, slowing his pace and dragging the throbbing veins on his dick against every single nerve in your cunt. Your core contracts and spasms, another orgasm overtaking your very soul. You whimper quietly, not being able to make a noise as he presses his weight into your thighs, smushing your knees against your tits.

"Verdammter, schatz. Feels so good when your sweet little hole flutters around me like that, yes?" He says, a gentler tone in his voice giving you the pretense that he'll let up on you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, your lashes fluttering closed and open as you lay limply under him. You had no strength to even grip the sheets anymore, fighting to keep your eyes open as he began to cum himself. "Not gonna ask you again, love. Apologize." He slows his pace, looking down at you as you part your lips to speak.

" 'm sorry daddy. didn't mean 't cum when you..." You sigh heavily, your breath struggling to catch up with your heart. You didn't know if your body was capable of handling another orgasm, and you didn't want to find out. Konig was a big man, and he didn't even look close to tired as he hovered over you, a smug look on his handsome face.

"told me not to. 'm so sorry daddy." You cry, the tears falling down your face, onto the pillow below you. He leans down to your lips, planting a soft kiss on them. He peels the hair from your forehead, slick with sweat. "Such a good girl, schatz." He whispers, pulling out from you, the pressure in your core leaving as you lie there, your head spinning, thighs shaking. He leans between your thighs, pressing a soft kiss onto your swollen clit.

He stands up, smiling down at you as you sniffle. "Let me run my pretty girl a warm bath, yeah?" You nod your head lazily, feeling his thumb over your soft, swollen lips, puffy from crying.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

You sit between Konig's legs in the bath, your back to his chest as he scrubs your skin with your loofah. "I'm sorry, my darling. Look at you, can barely stay awake." You smile lazily, your eyes fluttering closed as the warmth of the bath and his skin caress your naked form. He wraps his arms around you, kissing your neck softly. You rest your head on his chest, looking up at him through your lashes, half lidded with fatigue, and pure, raw love for the man who had just brutalized your very soul.

"I told you not to cum. Didn't I, schatz?"

[slightly-knot-insane]

Just Perfect

His hands are always on you, exploring your skin and bones. He knows your every birthmark, scar and wrinkle. He loves them and worships them. His big hands love cupping your breasts and lightly pressing your neck. His long fingers easily find your hips and navel, tracing your body hair to your core.

His muscles are contracting behind you and his breath deepens. You close your eyes as he bites your shoulder, pulling you toward himself. His cock is hard, pressing against your entrances, not being able to chose which one he wants to take first. You are already so wet, and his fingers are coated with your scent and lust.

You can't move anymore as he holds you tightly, one hand around your neck, another between your legs, and his other limbs holding your arms and legs spread out just for him.

He fucks your every hole, incoherently speaking crude things into your ear. Maybe something in languages you don't know. But when he slows down and let's you collect yourself a little bit, you can hear "My little human mate is perfect for my cock... Your holes love my cock, they take it so deeply... You're perfect for me..."

He makes you cum over and over, his incredible phallus pumping his seed into your every hole until you're too heavy and sore to move. But you don't need to. He makes sure you're healed and rested before taking you again. Before exploring every centimeter of your skin and hair, keeping his perfect little human mate content and fucked well.

[lil-quinnie]

If he die, he die.

Warning +18 sitting on Eddie's face, fingering, oral (f reciving), male masturbation, angst, smut

Summary college au You and Eddie have a friendship with benefits, he always made it clear that it wouldn't go beyond that, but would it?

F!boy Eddie x Plus size reader

-

“C’mon baby, I need it” Eddie begged you again. It’s getting boring with all his insistence on that. Of course you wanna satisfy all the little fantasies in Eddie’s head, but this one, specifically this one, made you shiver just imagining.

“Jesus Eddie, I already told you no” you rolled your eyes while Eddie followed you through the corridors of the college “I don’t think I can’t do it” you shout- whisper back to him. 

“But you can try you know… with me, I mean”

You push past the exit door, looking for the first free spot you could sit and smoke a little before going back to your classes “Shut up! Are you gonna give up on this one day?”

“Not a chance,” he said, his lips dangerously close to the shell of your ear, his velvet voice invading your soul, causing tickles behind your ear, he continue, “I can tell you are stressed”  His big hands were giving your shoulders a strong squeeze, “look how tense you are, you can come to my room later and I’ll help you with that babygirl”. His smirk grew bigger when he noticed your thighs clenching together, “see ya round” and he left.

-

That same night you knocked at his dorm room, which he opened almost immediately revealing a cocky smile on his face, hair in a low bun and shirtless, “of course” you thought. He only nodded with his head, giving you space to enter the room like all the other times you knocked at his door for the same sadistic reason.

It don’t took long for him have you naked and pinned down his bed, his tongue buried in your warm pussy “fuck princess, sweetest pussy I ever had” he said muffled. Your hands in his locks, bringing his face impossible closer to you core, grinding and moaning like nobody else ever made you do it. 

He turned you into a needy slut and he needed you this way. 

He started to lap your pussy so soft you didn’t feel it at first, you held your body still,while he painfully, so fucking slowly, sucked at your sore nub.

He yanked your hands off him every time you tried to hold his head where you needed him most. “More Eddie, please I need more” you cried at the high of your frustration, he is usually mean with you, but always gave you a fucking mindblowing orgasm… 

Today, otherwise, he was leading you until the edge of your limit “I need you, please, I want to cum Eddie”.

He lifted his head, his glistening chin shining through the dim-light of his room.

He laughed through his nose “Poor baby” his hands traveled through your plush tights ‘till your soft tummy, avoiding your dripping pussy “Nobody had touched this tight pussy, huh?”

Yeah! 

All the guys who had asked you out, mysteriously gave up some hours later, So yes!!!, nobody had touched your pussy in a long time. Eddie thinks it's cute how you are clueless of what he was doing over your back. He could fuck whoever he wants, of course he could, but you? “oh! fuck no.” You were too good for them, whoever it was, you were just too good.

“Please…” it was a mere whisper between the wet noises of Eddie’s lips around your swollen clit. 

“Sit on my face” he gave a last kiss at your clit “make yourself cum in my face pretty girl” 

Eddie took your lack of answer as a yes, and before you could say anything, he was pushing your leg over his naked chest, your exposed pussy so close of his mouth, he salivated

“Eddie I…” his hands hold a strong grip on your thighs, leaving purple digits on your skin, pushing you further to his face  “I am not asking anymore”.

His voice was darker, you could only nod timidly, he rolled his tattooed back on the mattress while liking his lips, his eyes drinking for all your naked body  “the best sit of the house for my favourite girl” fuck he shouldn’t had said that, but right now he was to lost in your dripping pussy to care.

You shyly swung your leg over his head, positioning your pussy in the center of the insistent boy's face, his large calloused hands slid across the skin of your thick thighs until his fingers sank into the flesh of your hips. "That's it, it wasn't that difficult was it, pretty girl?" he placed kisses on the inside of your thighs between the pauses in his words, Eddie didn't wait long to attack your pussy, he gathered all your juices on his tongue before trying to fuck your thight hole If it had been at another time, in another position, you were sure you would have liked it already.

The pain started to radiate through your knee as you tried to hold all your weight while Eddie tried to pull you closer and closer to his mouth "babe... what are you doing?" he asked, adjusting himself between your legs so he could look at you, “are you okay?”

You thought about opening the bedroom door and running out or even jumping out the window, if it weren't for the lack of clothes "I...I don't know if that's a good idea Eddie, I'm..." the boy's eyebrows came together, you didn't know if he was confused or angry at your words "what? you are what?"

On impulse, you tried to cover your naked body with your arms, sitting next to him on the bed "I'm FAT"  bringing one of his pillows to your lap " ‘m not just like the other girls you usually bring here Eddie, I can't sit on your face without killing you" you said surgically.

He rested his body on his elbows leveling his gaze with yours "though you were a virgo baby" he said trying to cheer up your mood, which had the opposite effect on you "idiot" you said as you got up from the bed

"Come on, love! I'm sorry, I was just messing with you", he said as he guided you by your wrists back to the bed, his fingers were light on your skin "Do you want to talk about it?" His big eyes were staring at your naked body, his tongue involuntarily moistening the lips that were just now so close to your sweet pussy, reminding you of your vulnerable state, covering your body with your arms crossed, shaking your head negatively.

"You know, I wouldn't ask you if I thought I couldn't handle it" he began meekly as he kissed the length of your arm up to your neck, worshiping your stomach with his free hand, teasing your nipple in the process "I want to feel the full weight of your thighs around my face, baby"

His lips sucking bruises on your neck, you were already clenching your thighs "Can you do this for me, baby?" he started to push himself back onto the bed pulling you with him, making you straddle his lap again.

He never broke eye contact, not once, which made your excitement almost run down your legs. "I don't care if you choke me with that pretty pussy of yours."

His thumb began to tease your clit, making you seek more friction, moaning like a needy slut, "Sit on my face, pretty girl, if I die, I die."

you couldn't take it anymore "if he dies...he dies" that was what you had in your head when, without thinking, you sat on his face, with all your weight. The first thing you felt was his nose meeting with your clit, making a shiver down your spine. Eddie's strong hands held firmly on your thighs, holding you in the position he wanted more, against his face.

His tongue explored all your pussy, fucking your hole calmly, feeling the taste of all your juices. You rode his face, holding his hair between your fingers to keep you balanced as you rubbed your pussy in Eddie's beautiful face.

Eddie sucked your clicks fervently, sliding his tongue inside you, every time you wiggled in his face. His muffled moans were taking you to the limit until he turned you to the bed without any prior explanation. Before you managed to protest, Eddie started explaining himself as he opened your legs exposing your wet pussy to him, lying on his belly, kissing the inside of your thigh in the process "Fuck, your pussy is so damn good"  Kissing your lips lightly.

"Please, Eddie" he has you begging even without knowing what for.

“shhh! sweet Girl, I'm going to take care of you" you started to feel Eddie's fingers teasing your clit with small circles, the first digit easily entered inside you, massaging that spongy place that made your eyes roll  "but before I have to ... " his words were cut by the noise of his  zipper opening "I'm hard as fuck, almost cumming…fuck" his second finger came in more difficult "so tight, just for me"

He fucked your pussy with his fingers and sucked your clit like a hungry man while masturbating. The moans were mixed with the song playing in the back of the room, Eddie could feel you throbbing on his fingers, which brought a mischievous smile to the boy's lips. "Cum for me princess, that’s it, good fucking girl"

By the shaking voice, you knew he was close too, what made you hump your pussy against his face more vigorously, his fingers did not slow the rhythm as they hit the right place inside your already puffy cunt, you felt your orgasm washing you while Eddie's hoarse voice was guiding you for him. "So good for me, I missed you ... I missed this pussy so much" he finished the sentence painting your belly with the white strings of his come.

Eddie's sweaty body lay next to yours, a satisfied smile between his swollen, pink lips. "That was..." he started the sentence and you cut him off in the middle with your loud laugh, "Yeah...that was" you replied, already showing signs of getting up from the bed

"Stay" he said, holding your arm and stroking it with his thumb "at least a little longer, it's been a while you know"

"yeah, yeah ok, maybe we can watch a movie or something" you offered as you put your t-shirt back on, remembering that nothing stopped Eddie from seeing his entire body with the blue light of the tv against his skin

"Yeah, or something" he said with humor in his voice.

You got comfortable in Eddie's bed, next to him, with his scent filling your nose. You knew what your relationship with Eddie was, it was casual. He made it very clear every time that he noticed any sign of feelings you had for him, and despite it hurting, you accepted the conditions he imposed, as long as it didn't get in the way of your friendship.

He intertwined his fingers with yours, placing a kiss on your hand.

"I missed you this week, you disappeared" he whispered in his ear, "Exam week, sorry" you whispered back but he didn't buy that excuse

"I mean it" he said "I even looked for you but Steve said you were busy every time I asked" you could feel the tone of jealousy in the voice of the man who looked at you as if asking for an explanation "yes, I was… I was helping Steve study and it took a lot of time out of my day, that's all"

"So choosing Stevie over me?" he said, teasing you and poking your body, trying to tickle you "NOOO" you laughed loudly and tried to get away from the boy's embrace while the game was cut off with three loud knocks on the door.

"Shit" Eddie said, as he got out of bed trying to put his pants back on, he couldn't even open the door properly when two skinny arms pulled his head in for a hot kiss.

Eddie let himself be carried away by the kiss for too long, as you got up from the bed and gathered your things to leave the room, knowing full well that that lump in your throat had been caused by you.

Before you could put it all together, her voice invaded your ears "I came to save you when I found out who you were with", the girl said loudly, looking you up and down with that look of disdain.

You passed by the two like lightning, not waiting for Eddie's response, rushing down the hallway only stopping walking when his voice was no longer heard, you could no longer hold back the tears contained in your eyes when his head went encountering something hard

“Fucking hell” you said With your hand on your forehead, you saw Steve's broad back before hugging him and starting to cry. He didn't ask any questions, he just hugged you back as you calmed down, stroking your hair and whispering sweet nothings until he got a smile from you, guiding you away from his and Eddie's dorm.

A scene that did not go unnoticed by a jealous Eddie.