#why is my coochie wet

[aeyumicore]

misty invasion - lost oasis

━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: sylus x female reader (afab)

━ ✧.˖ GENRE: smut, porn with some/little plot, porn with feelings, angst

━ .ᐟ✧ WORD COUNT: 4.5k

━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, spoilers AND alterations to ‘lost oasis’ (sylus’s misty invasion card), slight predator and prey, dom!sylus for the most part (though he shows vulnerability), use of Y/N, sub!reader but she teases doe, unprotected sex, cumming in coochie, against the wall sex, shower sex, hand play/kink, belly bulge, finger sucking, fingering, biting, slight angst, lots of hickeys (m! And f!receiving), allusions and predictions to sylus’s lore 

━ .ᐟ✧ LINKS: video | ao3 | twitter art | xav's version | raf's version | zayne's version

━ ✧.˖ A/N: hiii second part of the misty invasion series is here <3 this time our very own birb – sylus! Next will be Xavier but I don't have a timeline for it! Could be 3 days could be a week :’) will try and keep you guys updated

Small Sylus rant, feel free to skip this and read the fic!

I have huge problems with the hypersexualization of Sylus, from the devs not from fans. I feel like the devs sometimes use him as fan service. I felt that was especially true in this card, the shower scene felt out of place and didn’t feel intimate because they’ve done far too little mc/sylus building and sylus lore. I wished the ending scene in the hammock was the cut scene, even if there was no spice. For that reason, I’ve SLIGHTLY altered the dialogue and memory, especially at the end. I added in some of my own angst, heavily influenced by predictions to Sylus’s lore I’ve seen on Twitter, especially the twitter art i linked above.

Don’t get me wrong I love Sylus. I just wish we got to see MORE of his lore and backstory, because you just KNOW it's tragic. His myth cards were nothing like the other 3 boys, and I feel like they have a lot of opportunities to help Sylus “catch up” to the other 3 LIs (could’ve done a event similar to Rafayel’s bday event, waited until they could release more main story, etc), but they haven’t utilized it well. I’m sure there’s a reason why (rushed timeline, leak threats. End of the day I understand it’s a business), but as a reader/user/fan it kinda sucks. And again, I KNOW it’s coming and it will be great. But because we haven’t seen enough yet, it makes his spicy scenes seem less intimate and more fan service-y. So I wanted to add just a sprinkle of Sylus angst and story here <3 It made me cry, I hope you guys love it as much as I loved writing it. 

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There are moments in life where it really hits you.

That you’re in danger. 

Where your hair stands up on its ends and your legs itch with the need to bolt away. This felt like one of those moments. The way Sylus’s voice, throaty and deep, growled with evident hunger, his eyes watching you like a predator eyeing its prey. 

Only…this time, the goosebumps that painted your skin were from excitement, and the throbbing in your thighs was from desire and not fear. This time, the tight grip on your thighs, the imposing body against yours, holding you so possessively, only leaves you wanting more. 

Sylus’s arm is pushed against the wall behind your head, caging you in with his hard soapy body. His skin shines with water and the leftover suds of his shower, before the water had run out, leaving you with a wet and mischievous Sylus.

Your fingers languidly follow soapy suds that trail down his chest, not really actually wiping anything away. Sylus remains self-assured, smirking down at your shaking body as you touch him. You can feel goosebumps form where you touch him and it’s the only indication that the silver-haired man is close to losing it. 

His voice comes out deep and breathy, “Aren’t you going to do something about my hair?”

His smile is maddening, taunting you to touch him more. So you wrap your hands behind his shoulders, yanking him down to you. 

For a brief second, Sylus is taken aback, his lips parting with a surprised breath. But as quickly as it had come, Sylus composes himself. He lets himself be pulled to you, chuckling breathily. 

“Is that it, sweetheart?” 

Before you can respond, his arm releases the wall behind you. In an instant, his large hand is gripping the underside of your thighs, hoisting you up with one arm so that both your legs dangle off his strong arm, pressed against his hip. 

You yelp at the feeling of his large hands holding you against his wet and hard body, “What are you doing?! My clothes!” You can feel your deep red satin nightdress soaking up the sudsy water on his skin.

Sylus only laughs, sarcastic and deep, “Oh no. They’re wet. Now what?” 

You try to push him away, “Well you need to let me down first.” 

But Sylus doesn’t budge, shifting you so he can lean his free arm against the wall behind you, caging you in once more. Like a lost bird. 

“Doesn’t this mean you also need to learn how to humble yourself?” His cerise eyes are frustratingly playful, his eyebrows crinkled in amusement. 

You don’t respond, instead trailing your hand down his bare chest again. Your feather-like touch ghosts his collarbone, down to his thick pecs, that tremble deliciously under your fingers. From the strain of holding you up with one arm, or your touch alone, you’re unsure. 

You speak softly, trying to tease him into losing control, “I did, and this is what I see…” 

Your touch and suggestive words have Sylus breathing heavier. His pants come out raspily, sounding vaguely close to a moan. He nearly shivers at your touch, so absolutely enamored by the way your fingers claim him, barely able to withstand his primal urges to claim you.

His reaction fuels you with confidence, and you grin cheekily, “Oh? I guess I’ll have to be more gentle.” You let your hands explore more, stroking his down his marbled chest. 

Sylus grunts, his face turning away from you, contorted in tortured pleasure. His breath comes out in rapid desperate gasps. It’s so utterly rare for you to see Sylus in such a needy state, and you can’t help but tease him further. 

Your fingers touch his neck, enjoying the way Sylus is crumbling under your fingertips when normally it’s you coming undone for him, “How cute.” 

When your fingernail grazes his nipple, Sylus tenses up, a growl ripping from his throat.

He turns to you, squirming under your fleeting touch. “Hey,” he croaks. His voice is uncharacteristically hoarse, tense with desire.

“The soundproofing for this shower isn’t great. People might get the wrong idea if they hear us. At this rate, we could end up in a lose-lose situation.” 

But you continue, pinching his ear softly, grinning, “Tell me, who pinned you down and hit you?” 

Sylus’s smile falters. He knows you’re referring to the little boy from earlier, whom you’d been teaching how to fight against Wanderers, but he can’t help but think about the first time he’d been here at the desert oasis. Only that time, he was powerless. That time, he couldn’t protect you.

He quickly masks his brief moment of melancholy, smirking at you once more, “Oh, so class isn’t over yet.” You want to prod at his sudden shift in demeanor, but you can tell now's not the time. You made a mental note to ask him about it later.

Sylus holds your wrist gently, bringing your fist to his lips. His mouth pressing fleeting kisses to your knuckles, “Then can I trouble you some more…Miss?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, hoisting you back up onto his forearm, forcing you to wrap your arms around the back of his neck for balance. He carries you in one arm to the bathroom door, before he falters, hearing the patter of footsteps outside.

“On second thought, I’ll take my lesson in here.” He walks you back to the shower, shifting your legs so that they wrap around his hips. Your back is pressed against the wet wall, Sylus’s strong arms holding you in place. 

“What should you do…if a wanderer has you pinned down like this?” His voice is sultry and suggestive, darkened eyes daring you to teach him. 

You lift your chin proudly at his taunting challenge. Your fingers trace inexplicable shapes into his chest, your nails gently and purposefully grazing his nipples. At his sharp inhale you make your next move.

“I would…go for the neck, since that’s where they’re most vulnerable.”

Sylus’s adam’s apple bobs with the anticipation of your double-edged words, “Is that so, little bird?”

You nod with confidence, “Let me show you…” You kiss up his collarbone until you read his pulsing neck, brushing chaste kisses along his jugular. Sylus’s chest heaves, and you smile against his neck in satisfaction. 

“I can’t imagine this would be…effective against wanderers,” Sylus masks the unsteadiness of his wavering voice with a layer of arrogant amusement. 

Sylus’s chest heaves, and you smile against his neck in satisfaction. Enjoying having the upperhand, “No…just you.” You softly sink your teeth into the thick muscles of his neck.

Sylus lets out a string of harsh expletives, slamming you further into the wall, his grip on the underside of your thighs digging in harshly. You shiver at the feeling of the cold wet wall tiles pressing into your satin nightdress.

Sylus lets you have your way a little while longer, enjoying the way your rapid heartbeat pounds against his wet chest, your tongue lapping circles where your teeth had sunken in. His hands shift to grope your rear under your crimson red nightdress, squeezing the plush skin there as if you were his personal stress ball. His demanding fingers find their way to your bare pussy, spreading them apart with his index finger and thumb.

“What a bold hunter you are…taunting the enemy with no…protection.” 

His words are vaguely threatening and it makes you squirm. As his fingers toy with you, you sink your teeth deeper into him to hide your pathetically lewd whimpers. Sylus hisses at your teeth nearly breaking skin, a mix of pain and pleasure he is all-too familiar with.

“You’d better watch yourself, my little hunter,” Sylus coos in your ear, fingers finding your clit and pressing down harshly, “You never know what a beast stranded in the desert might do to you.”

His words remind you of the reason he’d invited you out to this desert oasis to begin with, the woman who’d found him, and why he was returning now. Before you can ask him, Sylus is bullying his index finger into you, sliding in so embarrassingly  effortlessly.

“What now, little dove? What would you do now?” Sylus nips at the crook of your neck, where your shoulder and throat meet. His words are hot and dangerous at the shell of your ear, his finger curling inside you to reach the spongy corners of your g-spot.

You force your words out with all the strength you have, not wanting to give Sylus the satisfaction of rendering you speechless, “I w-would never – nnghh – be in this s-situation.” 

Sylus chuckles, inserting another finger, “And yet…here you are. About to be devoured.”

The imminent threat in his words makes you clench, hard. How it was possible for the tables to turn this quickly, you’d never understand. Sylus grins when he feels your gummy walls pressing down on just two of his fingers, the quivers typically indicative of how close you are. 

He pushes you harder into the wall, lips finding your earlobes as he huffs out his words, “Look at you, my dear little hunter. So beautiful when you’re helpless.”

You whine indignantly at his condescending words, wanting to retaliate. With his lips at your ear, his neck is exposed before you and you take full advantage of his vulnerability. You sink your teeth back into his pulsing neck, knowing just how much pressure is enough to have him writhing for you. 

Sylus jolts, his fingers slipping out of you and his knee buckling slightly. His grip on your thighs tightening as he hisses out in surprise. He composes himself just as quickly, straightening up and bouncing you up to readjust his possessive grip on you. 

He pushes you back against the wall, his hard abdomen pressing into your pussy. You groan when you feel your wet lips spreading against his chiseled muscles, his body pressing so forcefully into yours, your arousal smearing against him.

His thumb and index finger take your chin into his grip, still wet with your slick, pulling your face towards his. His arrogant grin is as alluring as it is infuriating, his ruby eyes swirling with a dark amusement. 

“No more mercy, little bird.”

Sylus presses his lips to yours, his fingers tightening around your chin. His kiss is demanding, nearly suffocating, in a way that makes you reel with excitement and anticipation. It’s so torrid and feverish that you almost don’t notice his Evol unraveling your arms from around his neck, bringing them to his chest. He holds you steady with his one arm, and with the other he releases your chin, taking the two of your wrists into his single free hand. His hands are so large that even just one of his hands can envelope both your wrists. 

As his tongue probes the parting of your lips, he holds your wrists, bringing them up above your head and pinning them against the wall. His fingers play with your trembling ones, tracing the lines in your palm and grazing all the way up to your fingertips. 

You feel a brief shuffle and hear the faint thud of Sylus’s towel dropping to the floor, the scorching head of his cock prodding at your entrance. You gasp into his mouth when you feel him taking the base of his erection, stroking it against your clit. You screw your eyes shut at the deliriously delicious friction, moaning into Sylus’s mouth, his tongue claiming every corner of yours. 

Sylus pulls away, his breath coming out in short rapid gasps. He leans his forehead against yours, his fingers still enclosing yours, binding your wrists together against the cold shower wall. His proximity makes it so his warm breath fans across your swollen lips, the taste of him still on your tongue. 

He looks down at you, his crimson eyes smoldering against the heat he’s so desperately trying to keep at bay for you. If it were up to him, he’d have you splayed across his lap, screaming until the whole small town in the oasis could hear you. Unfortunately, pressed up against the wall whimpering for more would have to do.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?”

You stare at him, arms restrained above your head, chest heaving in anticipation, lips swollen and parted. Sylus smiles at you. It’s that signature Sylus smirk, heart-stoppingly tender and predatory all at once. But when his glowing cerise eyes meet yours, that’s what has your breath catching in your throat. 

The tumultuous sea of red conveyed every ounce of emotion that his words couldn’t. What it meant to have you here in the desert with him, a place that once reminded him of hell. What it meant to have you here, wrapped up in his embrace, ready to do anything to make him happy, whole. With you here, it truly did feel like an oasis. 

So you murmur boldly, cheeks warming, “M’yours, Sy. Of course I’m ready.” 

Sylus’s smile falters for a second, before he growls, slamming you back into the wall, palm cupping the back of your head with one hand, and your lower back with the other, to protect you against the impact. 

“That’s my girl.” 

With those words, his swollen cock head at your entrance finally surges forward, nudging its way into your tight embrace. You cry out as Sylus curses, the both of you never getting used to how impossibly snug the fit was, almost to the point of not fitting at all. 

Sylus takes it surprisingly slow, watching your face carefully as he sinks into you inch by inch. His hand strokes your cheek, in an overwhelming show of tender affection. Something about this desert oasis had him unusually vulnerable and it was intoxicating. 

You squirm as he bottoms out, his cockhead nestled sinfully against your cervix, practically demanding entrance into your womb. His fist is pressed into the tiled wall behind your head, his knuckles white with desperation. His entire body twitches, his breath coming out in short desperate pants. You hold his face with your hands, forcing him to level with you, stroking his sharp jaw with your fingertips.

“Sylus?”

His carmine eyes dart to yours, the vast storm of his irises looking faraway and distant. But when he looks at you, his eyes soften, the sight of you grounding him to the moment, pulling him away from the agony he once endured here. 

You kiss his furrowed eyebrow, “I’m here, Sy.” 

Sylus groans, his facial features softening at your touch, your raw words making him heave with desire. 

“You are. And you’re mine,” he growls, finally moving inside you, pulling out until just his leaking tip is nestled in your warm waiting cunt. Giving you just a second to adjust, your pussy pulsing with the need to be filled once more, he slams back into you. The impact of his thrust knocks the air from your lungs, your body sliding up the wet walls of the shower.

“Sylus!” you squeal, trying to control  your voice. Sylus grunts, reveling in the sound of your pleasure, pulling out of you and rutting back into your poor quivering cunt at a rabid vigor. 

Your bodies are pressed so tightly together, that every minute movement Sylus makes causes your clit to brush against the trail of silver hair that paints his pelvis. His hot breath is in your ear, whispering the filthiest things to you.

“You like it rough, don’t you sweetheart?” he nips your neck, savoring the taste of your clean showered skin against his insistent tongue. Your bare shoulders are already littered in his claiming marks, beautiful red bruises forming where his lips raze like wildfire. Sylus’s eyes glimmer with satisfaction at the sight of it. 

“C-can’t take it,” you whine, fingernails digging into his shoulders. His passionate thrusts are demanding, almost mean, as they try to pull moan after moan out from your lips. Your pussy quivers, already shivering from the amount of pleasure Sylus is able to force on you, so much that it spills over. 

“Yes you can, hm?”

He hisses when your nails dig further into his skin, leaving beautiful little red crescents on his muscled shoulders. Sylus always thought it was utterly insane how you knew just how much pain to mix with his pleasure to have him unhinged, just enough to want to devour you. 

You find your wrists being bound above your head again, his hand pushing them against the wall. His forehead pushes against yours as his lips desperately seek yours, capturing you in a breathtaking and fiery kiss of unspoken feelings. A torrid storm of the way he’d missed you desperately on his trip away, so much so that he had to use the little boy wanting to learn to fight wanderers as an excuse to fly you out to him. 

He pulls away, leaving you both panting for air. As he continues his feverish ruts into you, he huffs into your ear, “You can take it. You’re my good little dove, right?”

The look of complete and utter desperation in his eyes makes you want to give into every wish and whim of the silver-haired man before you. So you nod obediently, closing your eyes in satisfaction when his fingers rub soothing circling into your palms. It’s a jarring contrast, the way his hand caresses you affectionately while his cock ravages you relentlessly. It makes you delirious with ecstasy, and your body is no different.

Your cunt throbs with the need to come undone, the coil tightening so tightly that your abdomen threatens to burst. From the pleasure of his touch or from his massive cock seemingly trying to find its way into your throat, you’re unsure. 

“S-so deep,” you cry, digging your nails into his hand as it holds yours in place. Your back slides up the wall at every one of his deliberate pointed thrusts, a mere ragdoll to his ravenous hunger against the cold dripping wall.

Sylus, groans. You feel a slight shift in energy, and Sylus moving beneath you. But your position against the wall doesn’t change. Sylus’s Evol gently grips your thighs, keeping you suspended as his arm that held you up is now free to press down on your tummy. 

“I know, doll. Can you feel me all the way here?” he draws his words out seductively, pressing down on where your walls bulge against your pulsing naval. 

You squeal at the overstimulation of him physically pressing your cunt down onto his cock that still spears in and out of you wildly. Sylus removes his hand to press it against your lips, his index and middle fingers slipping into your lips that are still parted mid-scream. 

His digits press down on your tongue, faintly tasting like his expensive body wash, “Shhh, Y/N. We wouldn’t want anyone to hear, hm?”

You whine. Truth be told, the imminent danger behind his words only gets you more and more excited, closer to the edge. His forceful fingers toying with your tongue only fueled your filthy desires more, and your body reacts just as eagerly. 

Sylus bits the inside of his cheek, swearing as your tight walls convulse tightly onto him. Your pussy unknowingly constricts the thick throbbing veins that press of his erection, pressed snugly into your sweetest spots. 

“Ah, my sweet girl is so filthy. Did you like that? Like the idea of someone watching me fuck you dumb?”

His condescending words have you shaking your head, still hanging on to your slim shred of dignity. Sylus chuckles, nuzzling into your neck.

“You can’t lie to me, little bird. I can feel the truth.”

“F-feels s-ooo good,” you admit, throwing all embarrassment to the wind. Sylus swears at how adorably muffled your words are against his fingers, how your eyes are hooded with pleasure as they watch him dreamily. The adoration in your stare was so palpable, hearts nearly reflected in your eyes. His knees buckle as he admires your beautiful face, so angelically fucked out that it ruined him. 

Sylus shifts you into his single arm once more. He could easily keep you secured in the air with his Evol for hours yet, but at this moment he wants nothing more than to be as close to you as possible. He wraps one of your arms around his neck, intertwining his fingers with your other hand.

“Hold on tight, my love,” he rasps against your collar, bringing your intertwined fingers above your hand and against the wall for leverage. His thrusts take on an unprecedented intensity, the globes of your ass slapping against the wall in loud, filthy, and wet paps. His vigor makes it easy for him to hammer into your g-spot at every thrust, having you reaching the summit of your orgasm all too quickly. 

“Sy-Sylus! I-I’m so close,” you wail, fingers desperately clutching his, other hand digging into the back of his neck.

Sylus is close too, weeks of pent up emotion and need brimming to the point of boiling over. The only thing keeping him sane is the grip he has on your hand.

“Need to cum in you,” he hisses, driving into you harder as he nears his peak, “Need to breed you so full of my cum, hm?” 

You nod eagerly at his filthy words, clutching onto him for dear life, “I’m c-cum—“ 

Sylus cuts you off, smashing his lips into yours. It must’ve been a sight to behold, the way Sylus had you locked in a passionate kiss, his hand holding yours above your head, his body pushing you up against the wall, pelvis wet from your arousal as his silver hair brushes repeatedly against your clit.

It was all enough to have you finally releasing all over his defined abdomen. You squirt against his stomach, eyes squeezing shut as his tongue claims your very breath. Your climax is powerful, mind-numbing, and utterly explosive. 

Sylus huffs in pleasure as he feels your dripping thighs slapping against him, his own orgasm imminent. Your cunt continues to throb in the afterglow of your climax, wringing tightly against his violent ruts.

Finally, he climaxes inside you, moaning wildly into your mouth as he continues to devour you,  thrusting through the intense waves of pleasure. His abdomen trembles, involuntary quivers wracking his body as rope after rope of his thick seed pours into you.  

His lips pull away and he leans his forehead against yours, his entire body still quivering with waves of the intense overstimulation. His chest heaves violently with the pounding of his rapid heartbeat, his fingers still tied to yours, tracing gentle shapes in your tingling skin. 

Sylus chuckles, the sound gentle and warm and the vibrations reverberating onto your own body as he clings to you still. 

His eyes glimmer with amusement, his fingers capturing your chin again and pulling it downward to where your bodies remain connected. His voice is tender and mischievous, “It’s just like you to make such a mess when you’ve already used up all the water.”

You blush furiously when met with the image of your bodies, fit against each other together like puzzle pieces, glimmering with a wet sheen that was definitely not water. Your red satin nightdress had ridden up, the lace embroidering of the hem soaked. The argent dusting of hair on Sylus’s pelvis was matted in both your arousals. It was an absolutely sinful sight. 

“P-put me down!” you hiss, tapping his chest, “We have to find a way to clean this up.” 

Sylus raises his eyebrow at you, “Sweetheart, the only thing keeping the mess inside is my co–” 

Your hands come together to cover his mouth, “Don’t say another word.”

Sylus chuckles into your hand, his breath warm and tickling You feel a sharp, but gentle, nip.

“Hey! Don’t bite m–OW!”

—--

The night air is brisk, sounds of ancient handbells ringing out softly as the dark sky twinkles with distant stars. A nearby bonfire rages, the sound of crackling of wood mixing with the distant chime of bells. And yet, it’s Sylus’s large body holding yours that keeps you warm against the gentle night breeze of the desert. 

The hammock the two of you cuddle in swings lazily, Sylus’s fingers languidly stroking your hair as he tells you myths of the Gods and humans that once resided in this very valley. 

“What about your world? What was your life like as a kid?”

Sylus is still as his body cradles your own, his fingers crushing the blossoms that had fallen into his palm. He hesitates for a second before saying, “Nothing special. I struggled to survive.”

Your heart clenches painfully at his words. His voice is nonchalant, yet something about his words is melancholic. Eerily wistful. 

“I never imagined that one day, we’d be sitting in a place like this. Having discussions about the world,” you whisper.

You look up to catch Sylus staring at you. For a brief second, you catch the emotions in his eyes. They’re desperate, pleading with yours. For what, you’re unsure. He quickly blinks, the cerise orbs returning to their natural state.

“Do you think we’re talking about the same world?” His voice is unbearably gentle, his words confusingly cryptic, as if edged with a double meaning that you can’t quite grasp.

“I’m not sure,” you confess softly.

There’s a brief moment of silence. You continue, “Today is when people give flowers to each other in Linkon, but…”  Your voice trails off. You gently dust off the fallen petals that’d landed on his shoulder, hand reaching to brush over his heart as you pick up a branch of the delicate flowers off his abdomen.. 

“Could those flowers bloom in this kind of soil?” You ponder aloud, holding the cluster of fallen and wilting blossoms, so different from the vibrant and thriving ones you’re familiar with in Linkon.

You glance up at Sylus again. The shadows of the palm trees above you obscure one side of his face, the other half haloed by the soft glow of the moonlight. He looks threateningly ethereal. The pools of carmine in his eyes glow as they search yours. Like earlier, they glimmer with inexplicable emotions that seem to plead with yours. Begging you for…something.

But he doesn’t speak, instead taking the cluster of wilted blossoms from your fingers. He twirls them in his fingertips, inspecting them carefully. He strokes the browning petals, a strange look of nostalgia flickering across his face. 

You don’t understand, but you reach out for his hand, squeezing his fingers in yours. He squeezes you back, still looking mournfully at the flowers in his fingertips, almost as if remembering a painful memory. 

Finally, Sylus turns to you. His smile is devastatingly beautiful and tragic all at once, his finger moving to tuck the loose strands of hair behind your ear.  His piercing red eyes bore straight into your soul, the faint luminosity of his Aether core beating behind them.

“I’ve seen far more beautiful flowers bloom in this desert.”

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i like freaks

"i'm a freak, is you a freak? cause i like freaks, boo. he ate my coochie, first night, yeah, i made him chew"

sitting on ur favs face!!

from faye- i know this isnt what i usually write, but i wanted to start incorporating other fandoms into my account . hopefully you all stay and enjoy it!! pls keep suggesting and asking :))

warning/s- DUBCON? drunk freakyness, dry humping, face sitting, fingering, aggressive fav!, one night stand, implied sex at the end, multiple rounds, overstimulation, fav wants u so bad he basically creamed his pants from eating you out

:(( switchy fav!, etc…

you always thought of yourself as a girl with higher standards, a girl that was too good for “one night stands”. however after countless days of non stop studying and a mix of work, your friends decided to go on a nonnegotiable girls night out.

why not go clubbing ?

after downing a multitude of drinks and dancing to your hearts content, it was no surprise when your dick deprived ass brought home the finest man in the building.

perhaps it started off as innocent kissing at the club, but the both of you sat here at this moment. sloppily making out on your fluffy couch.

“mmm” you groaned into his mouth, grinding your wet clothed cunt deeper onto his hard on. the both of you only in your underwear, suddenly he grabbed harshly onto your hips and dug his long slender fingers into the fat of your hips. surely to leave marks in the coming morning.

“f-fuck stop.” he whimpered, his soft plump lips slightly open. light breaths leaving his mouth.

“whats wrong? youre that sensitive?” you teased, desperately trying to gain the friction you lost again. he didnt budge though. he played with the band of your panties and with a quick pull he ripped them and lightly tossed you off the couch.

“i want you to sit on my face”

you stood above his laid out body, he smirked at your frame. clearly you were nervous by the way you were clenching your thighs together. never in your long years of life had a man asked you to do that.

what if you were too heavy?

what if you suffocated him with your thighs?

“yeah im not so sure abou- eek!!” you shrieked when his strong arms pulled you to his face. forcing you to straddle over him. you could feel his breath on your pussy, you clenched over nothing. and before you could even let out another protest he drove straight in.

his tongue licked up and down your sopping pussy, his hands massaged your ass and you immediately went to grab at his soft hair.

“oh.. oh my god.” you let out a satisfied moan and ground your pussy onto to his tongue. he continued to lap at it, he teased you by licking slowly up and down your folds and sucking on your swollen clit. practically drinking all the juice that leaked out of your pussy.

you were so fucking wet for him, and he loved how you tasted. he just had to feel you on the inside as well. he used his free hand and reached under your ass, he gave it a harsh smack before using the pads of his two fingers to slowly sink them into your cunt.

matching the rhythm of his tongue he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. your moans and whimpers filled the room, your eyes were clenched shut at the intense pleasure and pure bliss you were feeling.

“please please please” he moaned into you, lapping faster and fucking his fingers into you at the same pace as well.

“baby you taste so good, are you gonna cum for me?”

“you gonna be a good girl? yeahh keep fucking grinding on my face i dont wanna breathe.. put all your weight on me slut c’mon” he stopped for a second before he started to devour you again.

you basically went nonverbal at the way he was treating you, this man was sent by the gods. how was he good looking and at the same time know how to treat a woman?

“im gonna cum.. fuck fuck fuck! feels so good keep going please. yes yes yes…” you cooed as your stomach tightened, you uncontrollably squeezed your thighs around his head as you came all over his tongue.

he didn’t stop there though, you didnt even realize that he came with you. he was so loud when eating you out. he used his big beefy biceps to hold your hips down when you pushed on the couch arms to try to get yourself out of his grip.

“oh! i think im gonna cum again, please stop.. please. oh shit!” you screamed when you squirted in his mouth, soaking his chin.. his neck.. probably the couch cushions as well.

he finally let you go and you laid down next to him, leg over his. your face rested on his chest, he looked down at you and laughed at you practically almost being passed out.

“dont fall asleep on me now.” he grabbed you and made you straddle his bulge.

“m’ tired, your mouth killed me.” you groaned hugging him.

“whats wrong? youre that sensitive?” he fired back, and you gasped jokingly hitting his chest. you felt his cock twitch and you smirked. grinding your cunny over his leaky tip, he let out a low moan and grabbed your hair to kiss you.

“let me stay the night yeah?”

[blkkizzat]

bestie i need the most kinkiest filthy story to read lately and apart from yours i don’t find any 😫 do you have some recs ?

why, yes! ahem, here are some freak nasty fics that are some recent favs of mine...

this choso fic by my baby @buttercupblu143 had my toes curling cause nothing gets me more than choso being whiny and us taking care of our baby.

gojo be talking to us real BRAZY like when he fuck us freaky in this fic by @yung-notorious (u cannot turn me into a gojo girlie istg, istg its not working 😩😩 i rebuke ur demon dick gojo)

you can literally throw a dart/spin the wheel/pick a door and be guaranteed to land on some of the freakiest of the nasty fics around by @tonycries and @screampied. they both will keep you fed for months but i like this freaky gangbang by tony and this freaky assassin fic by vegas in particular.

also my baby @hoshigray still got me clenching and creaming from being a backstage groupie to geto and choso in this fic. i'm never gonna be the same again tbh.

90s Toji be sending me to a different plane of existence and i will never get off my freaked-out, turned-out knees by @ryomens-vixen @bunny584's mechanic toji making us cum in a stall is insane work and the writing from my smutty jane austin is always flawless.

and this nanami fic by @ramonathinks had my thighs twitching cause why this man that dumped ME still having my coochie wet like this.

also for the sukuna girlies this virgin!sukuna fic by @kamitv had me squeeing, love seeing him in this light.

i love the puppy gojo series by @ohimsummer got me obsessed with hybrid fics again fr like urgh i need a hybrid puppy man BAD and ofc its gojo so its freaky! and my eyes rolling back from more insane, yan, filthy toji fic by @ayyy-pee can never ever get enough of this kind of toji.

happy reading nonny!!

[webslingingslasher]

ok but he’s so lame bc why NOT just the tip

her gorilla grip coochie isn’t gonna vacuum suck his dick all the way in 😭😭😭😭😭

(it might)

but like.... if he did one night? i mean, after you've done everything but that and you're a little extra pleading and... *nsfw content!*

'just the tip.'

'no.'

'c'mon, peter. sex is next so think of this as a... i don't know, a baby step! yeah, this is educational if you think about it, just another way of preparing me for the next thing!'

peter's looking over your face, he always thought it was a joke but you've thought it out. peter sees a lightbulb appear over your head.

'plus i'm all primed, if you know what i mean... i mean how you just ate me out, so i'm all wet and there's less risk of it h-'

'i know what you mean.' you grin, it was peter's turn next anyways, why not throw this into the mix first? 'cool. it's just the tip, it probably won't feel like anything, anyways.'

'thanks, cherry. that's very kind of you.' you wince, 'sorry. obviously i'm gonna feel something but it won't be like i'm being split in half. unless-'

'you're serious.' you actually want him to do it. you furrow your eyebrows, isn't it obvious? 'well, yeah.'

'i always thought you were joking, but no, you're serious.'

you shift around and tug peter's blanket down, you spread wide for him. 'so serious.' he's hesitant, you lightly kick him and lower your voice.

'don't you wanna be in me?' peter's throbbing, he's just a man at heart, he can only be so good and he's been very good up until now, he's allowed this.

'so bad.' you have no idea how long he's been waiting for this. no idea. 'then come here and give me the tip.' you make grabby hands, your heart's drumming hard, you're about to get what you want.

you almost scream out in excitement when he settles between your legs, lifting your hips to have your thighs rest on his. shifting, he's almost where you want him, you're held down with his hand on your tummy, you're gripping around nothing.

'i need a condom.' peter leans over you, you pull his arm down. 'no you don't, it's just the tip.'

'that's not how it works.'

you shake your head, 'i'm on birth control. i have been for years, it helps with my period.' peter's never done anything without a barrier, he's unsure but you know how to talk him into it.

'i just wanna feel you, don't i deserve the real thing?' if it was anyone else peter would be backing out calling for a baby trap, but with you he just falls in and can't think straight.

'you can have anything you want.' you can, peter wants to do nothing but make you happy. he loves when you're happy because you got your way.

'yeah?' your pupils are blown wide, you reach for him, begging for him to come just a little closer. 'wanna give me what i want?' peter's hot, he's about to start sweating and he hasn't done anything but rest your thighs on his and contain himself.

you hold your breath in anticipation. peter grips the headboard with his left hand as support, his right hand goes down, you startle when you feel... something collecting your slick.

his tip brushes over your clit, you bite down on your bottom lip. you can't stop from squeaking when a string of spit falls from peter's mouth, watching him softly jerk himself for a moment before lining up. it's filthy. you want all of him.

'we're not having sex.' you're not sure if peter was setting the rule for you or him, it doesn't matter, you agree with him. 'it's just the tip. that's it.'

peter nods once, 'just the tip.' his hips move, your hand slams down, you're searching for his. 'hold my hand, hold my hand, hold my-' peter has to switch, his left has control and his right has yours.

they're intertwined, it's less scary now. 'okay, i'm ready.' your lower stomach tightens and relaxes, your hips move with his, you feel him press in closer and closer and closer- your hand squeezes his- peter's back to holding the headboard.

you gasp loudly at the pressure, you melt into his sheets and throw your head back. unexpected reaction, you laugh lightly, not because it's funny, because 'it feels so fucking good.'

peter's fingers go white around the wood, he's using every single atom in his body to show restraint. the hand you're not holding his with, pulls at his waist.

'give me more.' peter feels the board bending under his grip, he's better than his, this wasn't how it was supposed to go, this wasn't how you were supposed to lose your virginity.

'it's like you're teasing me.' peter speaks through gritted teeth, all his focus was on not doing what you were asking. 'yeah, honey, that's the problem with just the tip, it's never just the tip.'

'mhm. i feel so full, oh my god.'

peter breaks his headboard.

half is ripped from the other, you go from pleasure to shock, you push at his chest while trying to sit up, pulling away from him entirely. 'oh my god! oh my god, what the fuck!'

dust floats over you, you cover your head, you're trying to figure out what happened. was it a bomb? and earthquake? an exploding manhole?

'peter, what the fuck was that? what happened?'

you. you happened. with the words and the noises and the begging and he couldn't fucking hold back anymore. his headboard paid the price, he can't believe what he just did.

'i don't... i don't know. i was just holding on and...' how is he supposed to explain this one? 'well, obviously it was a defective one! oh my god, are you okay?' you rip your arms away from your head, you sit up and stare at him.

'am i okay?' peter nods fast, his thumbs brush under your eyes, 'you're okay. i'm okay. we're okay.' you rest your hands over his, you stare at the half crumpled wood on the floor. you've held onto it many times, it was sturdy. you're questioning your theory.

'how the hell did that happen? it looks like you fucking ripped it apart!'

he did.

'i have no idea.' you stand up to grab your underwear and a shirt, you make some very clear points. 'okay, you need a new headboard and absolutely no more 'just the tip,' until you get one of quality. imagine if that came down on my head, i would be dead with just the tip in me!'

'i wouldn't let that happen, i'd give you the whole thing so you wouldn't die a virgin.' you pout softly, 'aw. you love me.' peter smiles, his fingers pinch together. 'a little bit.'

you stare at the mess on the floor, little pieces of wood splintered away on the fall down. 'hey- so do you think we're being punished for-'

'no.' 

[pokechbi]

🎀No Rest for the Wicked🎀

(Somnophiliac) König !!

im impatient and couldn't for the life of me wait for the poll to be over in a week, so here you go! Somnophiliac Konig FTW !!!

- 18+ NSFW, so MDNI! 🔞

- Fem anatomy used

- WC: 2.2K (not proofread bc again, my coochie wrote this)

I added a sound for this one, since this is the song i listened to while writing it! love me some lumi athena <3

This one's just plain filthy! Enjoy 💗

Whenever Konig sees you sleeping, his mind can't help but wander to what you're dreaming about. He can't help but stare at you for long periods of time, just thinking about you, letting his mind be utterly ravished by you. It always starts out innocently: He watches you breathe deeply, your chest rising and falling with every expansion of your lungs. He watches as your lips part, eyes moving around behind your eyelids as you dream about whatever it is that was on your subconscious mind.

He talks to you gently as you sleep, knowing you can't hear him. His nightly one-sided conversations often range from seemingly insignificant confessions, to admitting his filthy obsessions over you that he would surely be too ashamed to say out loud.

"Mein schatz...You drive me so crazy. Every second of the day, I just want to touch you...to love you. To be inside of you..." He'd say, feeling himself getting worked up just watching you take his words in, without knowing you are. He contemplates what else you can take in without knowing. He'd imagine you just lying there, your peaceful sleeping form blissfully unaware as your sweet plushy walls subconsciously clench around him, pulsating with every beat of your heart.

When you first started finding yourself falling asleep near him, he would never think of doing such a thing to you, even though it darkly plagued his mind every time you slept near him. It drove him crazy, just watching you. He didn't know why he was like this, and he would always stop before you woke up. A much different ending than how it happened nowadays. But before you became aware of what he was doing, waking with a confusion and a sopping wetness between your legs, feeling the pleasure and utter ecstasy running through your veins, part of him always had the impulsive need to run his hands over you while you were asleep, and more. It would start small, like gently running his large hands over your face, testing how much of a heavy sleeper you were, how much you could take before your pretty eyes fluttered open in confusion and lostness.

There were times when you stayed asleep through all of it. From when his heavy breaths caressed your sleeping face, practically drooling as he grinded himself against your ass, feeling himself harden and jerk with every touch of your skin against his. He'd move his hands to your breasts, fondling your nipples and watching as they hardened against his fingertips subconsciously. He watched as your breathing hitched in your sleep, your dreams probably taking a very nasty turn. He'd take the fat of your thigh in his hand, lifting it and gently turning you on your back, as to not wake you by being too rough (even though he wanted nothing more than to absolutely ruin you). He'd shuffle down, placing his head between your legs as he inhaled your scent. It fueled him, made the blood rush to his cock at the speed of sound. He'd start off gentle, ever so slightly flicking his tongue against your sleeping clit, testing your limits to see if you'd wake up. He'd go in for more once he saw that you were sleeping deeply, sucking at your little bundle of sensitive flesh, your thigh jerking subconsciously. It entertained him, and had it not been for the human body waking itself to external stimuli, he could entertain himself for hours. Just watching how your body loved him even while it was asleep.

He'd smile deviously, eating you out and helping your cunt become a sopping, weeping mess in preparation for his growing cock. Once you were absolutely dripping wet, he'd slowly rise to lie next to you, turning you on your side and spooning you. He'd lift your leg up, holding them wide open as he slid his cock back and forth between your pussy lips, groaning quietly as he coated the head in your wetness. Once he was hard enough, he'd enter you so painfully slow, his eyes rolling back into his head as he held himself from pounding his dick into your cervix. He'll be propped up on his elbow, watching your face carefully to make sure you're not waken up by his insatiable appetite for your sweet little hole. Not being able to grunt and groan caused him to practically drool, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead as he fucked you, nice and slow. And when he feels like he's had enough, he'll close your thighs over his cock, slipping it between the pooling wetness right under your pussy. And once he's found the perfect spot, feeling your clit graze the swollen, throbbing head of his dick while your thighs caress the rest of his shaft, he'll start going to town.

He'll pick up speed, pressing your thighs tighter around his shaft, feeling the familiar tightening in his core, signaling that he's about to spill his hot, sticky cum all over your thighs and cunt. His cock hardens as he breathes shakily, digging his fingers into your thighs, not caring about waking you at this point. The coil in his balls snap, and his dick pulsates as he spills his cum all over your pussy and thighs.

"Mein gott..." He whispers, his voice practically a grumble. "Look what you do to me, schatz."

You'd wake up in the morning feeling sticky between your legs, your eyes peeling open lazily as you reach a hand down to your cunt, collecting the sticky substance around your fingers. You bring it up to your nose, smelling the sour smell of sex and semen. You turn to look at a sleeping Konig, and you just knew. You knew that deep breathing, that smell of sweat and manly musk that he radiated when your pussy had just put him to sleep. You smiled triumphantly, feeling proud of yourself because of the fact that you had him so damn pussy whipped, even when you were sleeping. You in your most vulnerable moment, the moment where you felt the least sexy, had managed to turn this battering ram of a man into a horny, desperate filthy mess.

And then there were the times when you did wake up, mid thrust, confused and lost but the only thing you knew was you wanted it harder. You needed it harder, faster. He knew you'd woken up, now mercilessly pounding into you, replacing every waking thought that dared to generate with the feeling of pure, utter euphoria. His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing as if his life depended on it. All you could think about was his dick, hard and throbbing as he laid behind you, holding your thigh up as your walls squelched and wept around him. He let out a string of German expletives, all of his sounds previously held back now releasing themselves ten-fold.

"Scheisse...my pretty liebe. Did I wake you? How does it feel when I fuck you awake, hm? When all you can think about is my hard cock, going so fucking deep that I touch your womb, hm?" He says breathlessly in your ear, his grunts and groans dominating your gentle, sleep-laced moans and whimpers as he fucks you harder. "Mm...Konig. Feels so good, baby. Please...faster?" You ask, your voice shaking and still grumbly with sleep. Your eyes had barely managed to peel open, keeping them squeezed shut as if the feeling of his fat cock inside of you would leak out if you dared to open them. "You want it faster, my schatz?" He asks, his voice hiding a bit of taunt to them. "Mhmm. 'm gonna cum, please...go faster" You ask, the need for him practically dripping from your lips.

"You will cum when I say you can, yes?" He taunts. Your mouth hung open in disbelief, whimpering and tears brimming your eyes. You were so close, so close to releasing yourself all over his cock. He loved to dangle orgasms in your face, loved to see how you crumbled to a sobbing, horny, squelching mess under him as he denied you the release you so badly needed. He loved when you cried for it, tears staining your cheeks and lips going puffy as you bit them hard, trying not to cum against his wishes. What happened when you broke that rule was a story for another time...

"Such a good little schatz, listening to me so well, yeah?" He whispered in your ear, letting go of your thigh and wrapping his hand around your hips, resting on your swollen, throbbing clit. You jerk as the pad of his thick finger circles your clit, and you start to feel a familiar warmth pool in your bladder instantly. He continues sliding in and out of you, bottoming out as you take every inch, right to the damn hilt. He fucks you harder and faster, your tits bouncing and jiggling as he watches them. He chuckles lowly, grunting in your ear as he plays with your clit. "Look at you. Such a hure for me." (whore) "Letting me use you while you sleep. You like it, don't you? You like when you wake up, my cum all over your pretty little thighs, right mein liebe?" He whispers, taunting you as you feel yourself start to stumble over the edge. Your head goes hot with impatience, shaking violently because you can't hold it any fucking longer.

"P-please, Konig. 'm gonna cum. 'lease let me cum." You beg, finally peeling your eyes open to look at him. He looks down at you and smiles, leaning down and kissing your forehead. "How can I say no when you beg so fucking good for me, dear" He replies, lowering his lips to yours. Your lips part and your jaw goes slack as he quickens his pace, the swollen head of his cock relentlessly pushing into your plushy little spot, conjuring what will be one of the strongest orgasms your body has ever managed to produce. "Cum for me, baby." He breathes. Your breathing hitches as you moan and yell into the kiss, your lips open and smashed together as you both groan and moan into each other's mouths. He presses his forehead to yours, beads of sweat colliding and slicking your skins as he rubs your clit harder, fucking you like the world will meet its demise if he doesn't fuck you so deep you feel his cock in your throat. You feel the warmth from your bladder spill into your clit as you squirt all over his fingers, your juices pooling under your thigh as you yell and moan, the only time you felt compelled enough to scream. He chuckles devilishly as you cum, your soft walls violently pulsating around his dick, his hand covered in your squirt. His hand moves back to your thigh, his death grip causing your flesh to mold around his fingers as he holds it up.

You feel his cock harden and his grip around your throat tighten again as he gets close to his edge, kissing you hungrily as you shake and spasm under him. The overstimulation makes your brain go absolutely stupid on his dick. The way he kisses you borders around dangerous, his insatiable appetite only growing as he gets closer to finishing. He groans against your lips, his hips faltering as you feel his dick pulsate inside of you, spilling his hot seed all over your walls.

"Oh, scheisse. Scheisse scheisse. Du fühlst dich so verdammt gut" (You feel so damn good). He moans, his voice shaking with pure euphoria. You breathe heavily, your thighs shaking as he pulls out from you, a sickening squelch ringing out as he does so. He lands on his back, lowering your thigh gently as he heaves. His hand releases your throat, peeling your wet hair from your face, slick with sweat. You lie there, completely dumbstruck, your mind racing miles a minute and trying to recover from the utter loss of brain cells it just endured. You hear him shift to look down at your leaking, sopping pussy, praying he'd let you recover from how he had just fucked you stupid.

He shakes his head, positioning himself beside you again. "Tsk tsk, you're leaking, dear. Can't have any of my seed escape you, hm? Let me just-" You whimper as he slides his still-hard cock into you gently, feeling his cum pool in your deepest parts as he fucks his seed back into you. "Need to keep you filled up, mein schatz, yeah?" He breathes, kissing you on your cheek, flushed a deep shade of red. You nod your head at him lazily, your eyes fluttering closed once more, your body completely spent. He chuckles lowly as he kisses your face gently, covering you with the cool comforter as the smell of pure, raw sex permeates your senses.

"Sleep now, mein liebe. I can't promise I won't bother you this time." He whispers, his voice laced with a smile. "There is no rest for the wicked, dear."

[sweet-luv-club]

✎ breastfeeding m! Kylar like he deserves ♡

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2.5k words (wow im a horny bastard), informal writing, m! Kylar with cock, unprotected p in v sex, unrealistic sex, Kylar is a very submissive and pathetic (/affectionate) top, lactating pc from cow transformation, BIG GIANT TATAS and AFAB anatomy terms. u got coochie n it'll b called cunt and pussy but Kylar doesn't call u by either feminine terms or masculine terms so it's,,, gender-neutral reader-ish??

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WHY BOTHER HAVING A BREAST MILK MECHANIC IF U CANT GIVE IT TO ANY OF THE LOVE INTERESTS... SMH VREL GET ON IT /LH also dis is a shoutout to da fellow transmascs like me that don't mind hvin big tatas 2 feed kylar <33 my first full fic i tink!! enjoy!!!

♡ ┆ u 2 are on a date at the park as usual. when u casually suggest it, his brain just stops working. his mouth hangs open and u have to shake him to snap him out of it. 

"uhh, haha, sorry, darling... c-could you repeat that?"

with a smirk, you do. you lean in and suggest going somewhere private so he could enjoy your milk directly from the source. all the blood in his cheeks rush to his cock almost immediately. he is so down bad for u, he's fucking floored u even suggested it.

♡ ┆ he gets more cocky, confident, and possessive during sex, but at this point, he's only squeezed your chest so far, not sure how he could even begin to explain himself. he’s seen u lactate when u cum, he just didnt know if it was overstepping a boundary to just dive in. its early into the relationship so he doesnt know if youre comfortable with that part of your bovine biology. hes a perv but hes also a polite boy!!  well... most of the time ♡ he couldnt just walk up to u and say i want ur milk babe, you deserve better than that, he just didnt know how to ask... so ofc he's over the moon you're the one who brought it up

♡ ┆ absolutely solidifies in his mind that you're an angel sent from heaven to protect him and love him

♡ ┆ he's a stinky little anime nerd /pos. pre-relationship, after you saved him from bullies, he draws u and ur cute fluffy cow ears and massive anime-like tits in all sorts of erotic ways. does all the hentai tropes. fists his needy, leaky cock at night to the drawings he's made of u. when you start dating, it was like he was walking on cloud 9 when you wanted to recreate some of his erotic drawings (bc ofc u pushed to see his sketchbook when he mentioned it was full of only u lol)

♡ ┆ cant go to the manor, kylar isnt comfy w that yet. cant be in pc’s bedroom, kylar doesnt even want a single chance of someone who knows you and lives with you to see u giving him milk, it's his and only his in sight, sound,,, and ofc taste. hed get jealous if other orphans u live with saw yall doing it, bc if they see he thinks theyre never gonna forget the sight..... which could lead 2 all sorts of trouble since they live with u and he doesnt. he wants it to only be his even in memory. PATHETIC /POS so yalls only option is a cheap-ass love hotel. maybe someday youll fuck somewhere nicer but this’ll have to do… not to mention kylar is thrumming w/ excitement. he’s fucking trembling at the mere thought of getting to taste your sweet milk, directly from your heavy chest which was always tempting him… PATHETIC /POS (1)

♡ ┆ at first, kylar cant get his bearings. he sits next to u on the bed, hands politely on his lap while his cock strains against his pants. hes strangely silent until u snap him out of it with a kiss on the cheek. “ah… d-darling, you don’t know how much this means to me.” he says in a shaky voice. you chuckle and slowly begin to lift your shirt, making sure to give him a show. the way your heavy tits laden with the milk he craves always looked like they were spilling out, your bra barely being able to hold them back never failed to do a number on kylar’s psyche. 

♡ ┆ ”c’mon, you’ve already seen me lactate. get me wet first, babe, then it’ll come out.” you tease as you unclasp your bra effortlessly and toss it to the side, your tits swaying with every movement you make. kylar is hypnotized. just a lot of spacing out in general until you two really get into it.

♡ ┆ your back is laid on the bed, and Kylar moves to get your pants and panties off. the sight never fails to make him breathless. he figures the quickest way to taste your sweet milk is to eat you out, so he does, very diligently. he dives in and devours your pussy like a man starved, he does this every time. he just can’t believe someone as perfect as you would willingly give yourself to him, and he wants to show his gratitude properly, always…

♡ ┆ this mf latches onto your cunt with an intense need and desperation. not only is he making his beloved feel good, he’s working to get your milk flowing as well… it makes him especially ravenous. licking up and sucking on your sensitive folds, using his hands to part your lips and plunge his tongue into you deeper… when you pat his fluffy, unkempt hair and moan… “fuuuuck yes, that’s it, good boy…” he goes absolutely ballistic in his brain. it goes w/o saying that he has a praise kink, loves giving and receiving it. he’s especially emboldened when he feels his head sandwiched between the softness of your thighs, he’s going delirious with need at this point, eyes all half-lidded and bleary, focused on nothing but lapping up the fluids your cunt makes. he's fucking groaning against your folds, can't get enough of your sweet taste. his cock is straining to be free right now, but your pleasure takes precedence.

♡ ┆ eventually, he takes your clit into his mouth and sucks hard, tongue swirling around it as he’s making you scream. “K-Kylar!!” it fills him with a sick thrill, like he’s letting all the strangers in this damn sleazy love hotel know that he’s the one making his darling cry out with pleasure. he pulls back for a moment, a string of saliva connecting between your cunt and his lips to smirk confidently at you. “that’s it, darling, let it all out.” he says, as he’s licking a broad stripe up your pussy, “let them all hear how much you love what i’m doing to you.”

♡ ┆ the moment he sees your tits drip with milk, he unlatches his mouth from your cunt with a soft pop, halting the intense suctions for now. his eyes sparkle with curiosity and hunger, seeing you laid out on the bed with your cheeks flushed, mouth hung agape from moaning so much just does something to his fucked up brain. he wastes no time capturing a nipple into his mouth and giving a hard suck, groaning when your milk hits his tastebuds. it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted…

♡ ┆ he kneads at your tit, trying to coax more and more milk out of you as your cow ears flicker atop your head. needless to say, he’s getting off on your moans, the taste of your creaminess, and the softness of your chest… he loves it. all of this, it’s only for him and him alone. he laminates your nipple with spit using his tongue, moaning as he drinks up every last drop. keeping a hand on your pussy, he gently bites down, making you yelp, yet he also felt your cunt twitch at the action… that gives him an idea for later. he shows love to your other breast, licking up all of the milk that had been dripping off to the side as his fingers rub at your pussy, the slick sounds making his head spin. his breaths are heavy and erratic as it fans over your exposed skin, adding a layer of eroticism from his desperation being conveyed this way. 

♡ ┆ finally… the moment he’d been waiting for. he releases his mouth and cups both of your heavy breasts, pressing them close together and sucking on both your nipples at the same time. wow… just like in his hentai mangas. the sensation makes you feel embarrassed, but you can’t deny how good it feels, either… as his fingers dig into your plush, large chest, he suckles, licks, and bites, doing anything to get more milk into his mouth again. some of it drips in between your chest, and it gives him a devious idea…

♡ ┆ he retreats for now, taking a finger to swipe up a drop of milk on his chin and lick it, a crazed hunger in his green eyes. he pulls down his pants and boxers… out comes his cock, blushed at the tip and leaky with pre-cum. “darling… would you be willing to hold up your chest for me, please?” he asks in a sweet voice, and you comply without question. you already knew what he was planning without him having to outright say it.

♡ ┆ he holds the sides of your breasts securely and moves up on the bed, positioning himself under your chest. you feel something hard underneath your boobs… and without further ado, Kylar thrusts his cock in. he moans so loud, breathing sooo heavily as he pistons his hips… he’s just in pure disbelief. the milk that had dripped between your chest earlier aids him in creating a slick passage between your pillowy tits. it takes him all his willpower to not immediately cum… which he inevitably fails. his cock splatters all over your chest, and a little bit gets on your face. “ah…!! i-oh no, i’m so sorry… i couldn’t help it, it just felt too good…” he pouts with a voice whinier than usual. you reassure him that it’s more than okay with a sultry smile, and you collect his cum with your fingers, licking it all up.

♡ ┆ the sight of you doing that of your own volition without him even asking to… grrr he’s going feral! and he realized you hadn’t cum once! that just won’t do. so while waiting for his cock to stiffen up again, he pulls out and lowers himself back down and thrusts a finger into your dripping entrance. he gets off on the sound of your moans, and he reaches down to take a nipple into his mouth again, the dual sensation of kylar’s suction and his finger curling inside you driving you mad. he establishes a rhythm with both actions, and it’s not long before he adds another finger into you, the squelching noises from your naughty pussy tempting him making his cock twitch back to life very quickly. as your inner walls tighten around his fingers, he searches desperately for your sweet spot while feverishly lapping up any milk from your breasts. and finally… he finds that one gummy mass inside you and just absolutely goes to town on it, making you cry out loudly. he reluctantly detached himself from your tit, and as his fingers were pressing down on your sweet spot, he held his hand firmly over your pubic mound, pressing down and quickening the pace of his fingers going in and out of you. it’s not long before you scream his name and cum on his fingers, soaking his hand in your precious nectar… not to mention your chest flowing with milk as well.

♡ ┆ he’s now hard again… and you take a moment to catch your breath. he’s too impatient this time, however, he wants to thrust into you now. you feel his cock press against your overly sensitive entrance but you manage to gently push him down onto the bed to take control of the situation. “ah ah ah. not so fast.  just came, ya horndog.” you tease lightly, while kylar groans and pouts. you reach down and press a kiss to his lips, your tongues meeting each other once again as they get entangled. you taste a hint of your own milk. kylar can feel your breasts pressing up against him, the weight making him get more needy and feverish with his kissing. his breath hitches when you start grinding your cunt onto him, tip of his cock leaking with cum onto his tummy as your pussy presses down on it. your hips buck back and forth on top of him as you take control, allowing yourself to rest while keeping kylar sated.

♡ ┆ when you’re finally ready to have sex, you teasingly bounce your cunt on the tip of his cock, and you see tears in his eyes. “pc- my love, come, on, let me in, pleasepleaseplease- ah!!” 

his babbling is interrupted by you finally giving him what he wants. as your velvety walls sink down onto him, threatening to overwhelm his senses, you press your breasts onto his face. “you know what to do.” you say with a flirtatious smirk. kylar immediately gets the memo, he’s been dying to do this since you first saved him. he latches onto your nipples and tugs down at your breasts while you start bouncing your pussy on his cock, the dual sensations driving you both mad.

♡ ┆ you’re expertly riding him as he whimpers helplessly beneath you, humping into him so hard the headboard slams into the wall from your passion. his mouth is overflowing with your milk like he wanted… his brain is just melting, much to your delight. your cow tail swishes behind you playfully as he grabs your plush hips and thrusts up into your movements, the sounds of your moans and wet slapping reverberating in the room. 

♡ ┆ the warmth and softness of your cunt makes him wanna cum again. poor boy… he was never good at lasting long. “kylar, hold yourself back right now or else i’m pulling myself off.” you tease, but he takes that to heart and whines in disappointment. “i’ll be good… i’ll be good, pc, i promise, just please dont, ah… leave me!” you smile at him. “i’m not leaving you dummy, ever.”

neuron activation time……. his eyes widen in disbelief as affection floods his heart. he grips your hips more firmly, thrusting up into you at such an animalistic pace that the poorly constructed bed almost sounds like it'll break. the plush of your ass bounces back on his lap, and it makes him grit his teeth trying to hold back. he has a fire in his eyes, as if his life’s whole purpose now was to make you cum on his cock. he bites down on a nipple like earlier and feels your cunt clench around him. he alternates between bites and hard sucks as his hips thrust desperately upward while you struggle to keep riding him. “that’s a promise, okay? dont! ever! leave! me!” he punctuates each word with a thrust deep into your womb, hell-bent on breeding you. 

♡ ┆ it’s not long before stars crowd around your eyes as you two climax together with your own loud moans, his semen flooding the depths of your warmth while your own cum coats his cock and drips down to his balls. your milk drips down your breasts again, and even though kylar is weak, he still manages to find it in himself to lick it up. as you catch your breaths, you two giggle conspiratorially, pressing your foreheads together and exchanging words of pure love and affection for one another… right before going back in for another round. you two rented out this room for an extended period of time, after all.

♡ ┆ now kylar takes whatever opportunity he can to bite and suck on your precious chest, pulling you in school closets or dark alleyways just so he can have a taste of your milk.

♡ ┆ ofc it’s not long until you both rent out a room at the hotel again, you going along with one of his crazy hentai recreations. it ends up with him on your lap and you, jerking off his sensitive cock, rubbing his pre-cum all over his shaft as he has his fill of your milk.

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Could you please write an Aemond x wife fic where she rubs his shoulders but it turns into something more. Aemond needs some coochie, his girl keeps getting stolen.

A/N: I hope you like it!

pairing: Aemond x Wife!reader

summary: where she rubs his shoulders but it turns into something more. Aemond needs some coochie, his girl keeps getting stolen.

Word count: 2,2K

Warnings: Fluff, smut, desperate Aemond

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

You were almost sleep despite the early hour, the sun had set only hours ago and supper was still being digested in your belly, you had eaten it with Helaena again leaving Aemond to eat alone, again. You spent your day with the Queen Alicent deciding on what to do for you son's first nameday which was only two moons away, your darling Maerion took most of your time as well.

Now you were sat in front of the fireplace with a blanket on your lap and a book in hand waiting for your husband to return from whatever trouble Aegon thrusted onto him. You put Maerion to bed around an hour ago leaving him with his wet nurse to look after during the night.

You were tired from all the planning for Maerion's nameday and Helaena talking about crawling creatures that made you want to puke but you loved your good sister too much to complain. Your heart picked in speed when you heard the door open and turned to find your husband walking in muttering to himself tensely. He threw his cloak on the ottoman by the bed and sat down on the bed huffing angrily.

You closed your book alerting him to your presence. You placed your book and blanket on the floor and stood up finally letting him see you in one of your blue nightgowns, he had ordered for you, he loved you in blue especially sapphire blue, a secret only you two knew of, what was hidden behind the eyepatch and his arousal to you in that color.

"My love" You strutted over to him. You climbed on the bed behind him. Aemond sighed tiredly feeling your finger snake forward to undo the buttons of his tunic and running your fingers over the skin below. He almost moaned when your fingers touched his hardening cock.

You two jumped at the sound of hurried and panicked knocking on the door. Aemond had half a mind to tell them to fuck off but you were already off the bed and opening the bed.

"Apologise your grace but Prince Maerion has a high fever and won't stop crying" Before the maid could finish you were already out of the door running for your son. Aemond grumbled fixing his tonic and following behind you.

Maerion cried even in your arms as a maester checked his temperature and slowly rubbed some oils on his tiny bulging stomach. You child was chubby from the milk you fed him from your own breast. He had Aemond's purple eyes and his fair hair just as straight as his as well.

"Nothing to worry about your grace, a bit of a cold" The maester tried calming you down. That night Aemond held you in his arms as you cried still afraid for your child, the mood was gone and his cock had softened again. Aemond loved his child but the maester spoke and said it was nothing to worry about, why were you exaggerating.

The next morning he woke up and you were gone again to break fast with his mother and to spend the day with your child. Yet another day you left him all on his own. He had to take matters into his own hand but it was difficult, he was too used to you and your velvety walls.

Aemond jumped feeling smooth fingers running through his hair. He was too deep in thought and did not notice you walking into the room. He grumbled as you finger began kneading at his shoulders, they were too tense.

"Why are you so tense, my love?" Your voice rivalled the women of the street of silk. He wanted to jump and hump until he was satisfied when he felt your breasts press against his back when you leaned down to massage his arms.

"Nothing, my love" His words were laced with sarcasm. You chuckled beside his ear. Your grip tightened on his shoulder making him grown in pain but did not complain, he did not dare.

"Let me take care of you" You whispered. One of your hands slithering down to rest over his abs. Again you began undoing his buttons but he stopped you before you could.

"Do not bother, give or take five minutes someone will come knocking asking for your attention" Aemond would never admit it but he was jealous, when you two betrothed your attention was solely on him but when you got married his mothered shared some of that attention teaching you your duties around the Keep and then Maerion was born and you no longer had tome for him. It has been several moons since you two shared an intimate night and it was quick and hurried before Maerion woke up.

"No one will come knocking" You bit his earlobe careful not to hurt him. Your hand continued undoing his buttons. His breath got caught in his throat at the touch of your fingers, he was like a virgin again from the lack of physical affection.

"Just you wait" He challenged turning his head to look at you. You captured his lips with your silencing him.

"They're all gone, in the gardens with Maerion. Helaena is introducing him to whatever insect she can find and Aegon is drinking himself stupid and your mother is busy with your father" You pulled the tunic off his shoulder leaving him in only his breeches. Your finger kneading on whatever skin your could find trying to make him relax.

"Let me take care of you, husband" You pushed him to lay on his back on the bed. Aemond laid back on the pillows with his arms behind his head eager to see what you will do. You undid the lace of his breeches and pulled them down. He raised his hips to make it easier for you and laid back watching as you took off your dress but stayed in your blue linen.

"My beautiful wife" He complimented. You smirked crawling on top of him. You sat on his stomach and leaned down to capture his lips in a kiss. His hands moved to hold your hips but you swatted them away.

"Let me care for you" You moved your lips down to kiss at his neck. Your hips shimmed down and settled on his hardening cock. He almost thought this was a dream but when you bit into his sensitive skin he knew this was real, you were truly there pleasuring him, giving him your attention.

You moved down to kiss down his chest pausing at his nipples nibbling a little making him moan. He ached to touch your skin and make love to you but let you take the reigns for now. You resumed your journey down kissing his stomach and sides making as many marks as you wished on the skin no one would see except you and him. You marked him so he would remember who he belonged to.

Your hand wrapped around his shaft making him whimper with need, it has been too long, way too long. You smirked moving your hand up and down on the still half soft cock. Aemond gripped the pillows by his head when your lips wrapped around his tip.

"So warm" He babbled. You took him slowly inch by inch chest swelling with pride as he grew harder from the mere act of you putting him in your mouth. You hollowed your cheek taking even more of him.

You bobbed your head up and down making him cry out with ecstasy. All he wanted was your attention and you were making sure he knew that he had it, all of it. You sucked harshly and moved to take him out of your mouth a pop. You teased his lip giving it kitten licks, lingering the tip of your tongue on his slit. His back arched off the bed crying out with shock.

"Shhh husband, do not distract me" You placed a hand on his chest pushing him to lay flat on his back again. You climbed up and sat on his lap. Aemond moved to place his hands on your thighs with a fucked out expression on his face already. He slid his hands under the linen and up your sides pushing it over your head and threw it to the side.

"Take me, please" he begged moving his hips up humping into you. You pushed him down with your weight. You rolled your hips with your wet cunt over his hard cock. He whined throwing his head back. You moved your hips up grabbing his cock in your smaller hand, it almost did not wrap fully around him and lined him up with your hole. You hissed as you sank down on him, the stretch burned after such a long time.

"So tight" You babbled squirming below you. You leaned down capturing his lips with yours. He put his focus on the kiss and not how deliciously your walls were closing around him.

When you felt comfortable enough you began moving your hips in a circler motion slowly trying to build a rhythm. Aemond was breathing heavily at this point, chest heaving. You moaned as you began bouncing and his tip hit that special spot inside of you. You braced yourself on his chest bouncing up and down with need.

Aemond wrapped an arm around you waist and moved to sit up so you were chest to chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck still moving your hips desperate fro release. He leaned his head on your shoulder to cover his moans while you shamelessly let yourself be loud. He suckled and nibbled on the skin closest to his mouth. His cock throbbed at the feeling of your tits rubbing against his own.

He pulled back only to lower his head and latch on them. A moan escaped your lips as he suck on your darkened and swollen nipple. He groaned tasting your milk spill on his tongue. This was not the first time he had tasted it but it somehow tasted better when he was balls deep inside of you.

"Please" You whimpered feeling your high approaching. Aemond began moving his hips along yours to assist you and chase his own peak. Your nails dug into his shoulder leaving crescent shaped cuts there not that he care at all.

"Aemond" You moaned in his ear. Aemond moved to the other breast and sucked. His free hand moved from clutching your hip to grope at your breast squeezing it and letting some drops of milk coat his fingers. He raised his head looking drunk, milk drunk like your little boy Maerion would look when he would finish nursing and held his fingers to your lips. You wrapped your lips eagerly around his digits sucking them off moaning at the taste of your milk.

"Aemond" You moaned with his fingers still in your mouth. Your walls clenched around him tightly, cumming harder than you have in a long time. Aemond let out the loudest grunt ever as his cock pulsed squirting his seed inside of your walls, he kept your hips still with his hands on either side but kept moving his own riding out both of your orgasms.

"Shit my love, you feel so good" He praised breathing heavily. You giggled moving off him letting his soft cock slip out and laid beside him with his cum dripping out of your cunt.

"You felt good as well, my darling love" You ran your hand down his face touching his scar. During this ordeal is eyepatch had fallen off somewhere, another activity to spend together searching for it. Aemond laughed pulling the blanket to cover you both and pulled you closer to hug you close to his chest.

"Aemond have you see-" You both yelled in shock at the sound of your doors being pushed open and Alicent's voice rang in. She froze eyes wide at the sight of you two in bed together. You pulled the blanket up to cover your chest and Aemond held the blanket around his hips in a death grip and his other hand went in front of you to protect you from whatever danger came this way.

"I'll uh just - I'll leave but Maerion is hungry" Alicent turned a deep shade of red before slipping out of the room closing the door behind her. You and Aemond turned to look at each other blushing as well. You could not help but burst out laughing falling back on your back through your giggles.

"She's never going to look at us the same way ever again" Aemond leaned down from above. Your giggled wrapping your arms around him pulling him closer.

"Good maybe she'll remember to share you with me" Aemond leaned down nibbling at your neck.

"Do you reckon we have time for one more round?" He asked leaned even further down to suck on your nipple. You pushed him off before he could suck too much milk making him groan annoyed.

"Leave some for your son! Did you not hear he was hungry" You sat up and moved to the edge of the bed searching for your clothes with yours.

"He has a wet nurse" He growled wrapping an arm around your middled with his palm to your belly and pulled you back to lay on your back on the bed. You giggled as he attacked you with kisses again, desperate to put his cock back inside of you.

[disappointmentofthefam]

Love? Love. (part 7)

Andy Barber x Reader

warnings- smut, blowjob , daddy kink, fluff

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read previous part here:

The warm glow of the sun through the huge windows in Andy's bedroom cause y/n to stir awake.

Andy's bedroom.

She suddenly became more aware of the heavy weight resting on her waist, holding her closely from behind.

Andy's arm.

Careful not to wake him, she turned her body around to face him, seeing him sleep like a baby.

Andy's snores.

Any girl would foolishly fall in love with the sight y/n was enjoying. But a smart girl like her doesn't fall in love, no.

Girls like her walk into love, with their eyes wide open, holding the hand of the man they choose.

Is this what this is? Is this finally the treacherous path of the infamous L-word?

Is this love? She thinks to herself.

Andy pulls her closer, their naked chests now pressed up against each other under the silky (and probably expensive) sheets.

"You'll squish me to death, you big old man!"

"Oh sweetheart," Andy smiles, "i agree with the 'big' part but calling me old is just mean." He kisses her hair, "Didn't this 'old man' make you cum on his face last night."

y/n blushes at his crude words and playfully pushes herself away from him just enough to roll her eyes at him.

Andy enjoys the way her breath hitches and her cheeks turn pink.

"Tell me angel, who was it screaming last night? 'OH OH RIGHT THERE FUCK DON'T STOP-"

She hits his chest and hides her face back into his chest,

"you're so mean," she pouts.

Andy's expression turns soft as he lifts her face and strokes her hair, gently threading his fingers, wanting to savor the feeling blooming in a place in his heart, which he never knew existed.

Love? Is this Love?

He kisses the pout off of her face,

"You are a pretty girl, y/n, but you look like a miracle in the morning."

He closes his eyes and hugs her to his chest once again, "I could get used to this."

"I'm not sure about this Mr. Barber, you snore a lot," She teases him, which earns her a smack on her ass.

Andy holds the back of her neck and brings her mouth to his, kissing her. He alternates between small licks and bites on her lips.

The two of them spend the morning tangled with each other, taking each other's hands and walking down the path of the sweet and savory, the intricate yet simple 'L-word'.

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Hours later, y/n is sat on Andy's lap, facing him but not being able to look into his eyes. Not when he wasn't wearing a shirt!

Damn you, Andrew! Why do you have to be so hot and half naked!

He is all but amused at the sight before him, his girl, being all cute and flustered, "What's the matter, sweetheart? What's gotten your smart little mouth so quiet?"

"Uhh....um...it's hard to look at you...."

Andy's mouth opens in feign shock, "Are you calling me ugly?"

"NO!....No, you're.... you're absolutely delicious looking." She stammers. "But.....i can't look at you for too long."

"Why, angel?" He lifts her chin to force her eyes onto his.

"Because.... I .....I.. haven't felt this way before....."

"I promise, angel, I feel it too...",He takes her hand and kisses it ever so delicately before placing it on his chest, right where his heart is under, "right here."

This unspoken yet loud confession gives y/n some confidence and she rakes her nails down his firm chest.

Feeling Andy shudder under her actions, she moves with a newfound boldness as her lips reach for his neck and leave wet, open mouthed kisses.

"Y/n, baby," He pants, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "My resolve is hanging by a thread.....if only you knew how i plan to ruin my innocent little angel."

"Then do it." Y/n starts rocking her hips against his growing hard-on.

"I don't want to rush you." His hands stop y/n's hips as a serious expression crosses his face.

y/n bites his ear lobe as she whispers, "I'm starting to think that you're all words no play.....maybe i'd be better off with a 'limpy and lacking frat bo-AAH!

The feeling of Andy's fingers punishingly pinching her nipples makes her yelp.

"Say that again, I fucking dare you," Andy growls and takes her his shirt off of her and sucks a hardened nipple into his mouth.

"You....AH......You're all words Mr. Barber." She manages to croak out in-between moans.

Andy gives her nipple an unforgiving nip with his teeth as his hand harshly twists the other one.

He lets go of her with a loud and lewd pop.

"You want me to play with you, sweetheart?" He holds the back of her neck, "Alright then, we'll start by putting that dumb little mouth of your to work."

Before y/n's hazy mind can register Andy's words, he manhandles her into a kneeling position on the floor, her face being in level with his impossibly rock-hard cock.

He spreads his thighs and darkly chuckles at the dumbfounded expression on y/n's face, "Go on baby, take daddy's cock out."

All the boldness from earlier leaves y/n's body as she shifts on her knees on the hard floor and her eyes try to hide from Andy's intense gaze.

Noticing her discomfort, Andy picks up a cushion and throws it onto the floor beside y/n.

"Here, darlin', put it under your knees."

Ever the gentleman, Mr. Barber, ever the gentleman.

As y/n settles once again, Andy taps her face with his hands, "Come on baby, don't get all shy on me now."

Taking a deep breath, y/n pulls the band of his sweats down along with his underwear.

She gulps at the size of his cock. It's long and thick.

Andy groans as her soft hand wraps around him.

"Andy......" y/n shyly looks upto him.

"It's daddy right now." Andy speaks in an authoritative tone, "You'll call me daddy while we play. Understand?"

"Yes"

"Yes what?"

"Yes daddy."

The hold Andy has on y/n has her positively dripping with need.

"Daddy......um", her voice is sweet, a stark contrast to the dirty position she was in, "i have never done this before."

"Really sweetheart?" The fact that y/n is completely untouched gets Andy off in a taboo manner, not that he would ever admit.

"Mhm....can you teach me how to do it?" she blinks up at him innocently.

That fucking look.

The way she looked at him sweetly while stroking his cock slowly was definitely going to kill him.

His sweet angel, being a filthy slut, just for him.

Andy cups her face and leans down to kiss her lips, "I'll teach you how, but you promise to tell me to stop if you don't feel comfortable."

"I promise, daddy."

"Good girl," He hold her hair into a makeshift ponytail as he guides her mouth towards his aching cock.

She parts her lips and slowly sucks on the head on his cock.

Andy closes his eyes and throws his head back in pleasure,"You're doing so good, baby, so so good," He pushes her mouth to take more of his length,"You can take it, angel, just breath through it."

As y/n takes as much of his cock in her mouth as she can, her mouth drools and her eyeline is laced with tears.

Andy bucks his hips forward, causing her to choke and sputter around him.

He pulls out of her mouth, leaning down to place a kiss on her lips.

The tenderness of his actions are contrasting, choking her on his dick for a moment and kissing her tears away the next.

Y/n looks up at him with hooded and lustful eyes, "I want it again, daddy."

Andy almost comes alone at her words.

Fuck Andrew! Stopstopstopstop! don't cum yet like a teenager having his first blowjob

He once again pushes himself into her mouth.

This time, y/n hollows her cheeks and sets a steady pace of licking, sucking and occasionally moaning around his dick.

The blubbering and squelching sounds of y/n pleasuring her man echo around the room.

Andy holds her head once again, taking control of her movements.

"Take it sweetheart..." he shoves his cock deeper into her throat making her gag, "breath through your nose.....there you go... good girl."

"You like it when daddy fucks your disrespectful little mouth, don't you."

y/n can only moan around him in response which makes Andy increase the pace.

"Gonna cum in your mouth, angel. You're gonna be a good girl and swallow for me. Understand?"

A few more pumps later, Andy cums into her mouth.

Perfection.

He marvels at the sight of his filthy angel, with cum dribbling out of her mouth while she tries to swallow as much as she can.

Her tits on display as she kneels before him and takes it all like a good girl.

His good girl.

Andy pulls her up on the couch and holds her panting body close, whispering sweet praises into her ears and kissing her tenderly.

y/n's lips curve into a mischievous smile, "So....daddy huh?"

He shakes his head as he chuckles, "Yes angel, dirty little girls like you need a daddy."

"Well, fitting title for your age-"

OH THIS BRATTY SHE-DEVIL

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Author's note-sorry for not updating, my grandfather died and i'm fine but it was hectic for a while.

Also feel free to leave suggestions in my inbox!

[nashusglasses]

by convenience

note: Hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is a writing exercise! I like writing about silly people!!!!!!!!!! Everyone is really silly here!!!!!!! Drabble requests OK 👌🏼

PAIRING. gojo/reader SETTING. college au WARNINGS. vignette-style. friends pining for friends. gojo asking shoko what size her coochie is. general tomfoolery. SUMMARY. You keep him grounded.

(0.9)

"When we graduate, do you think it'll always be like this?"

The gravel digs up Gojo's ass where you both sit on the sidewalk curb. In the glow of the setting sun, you sip hard on your soda. Cicadas sing a stilted song. "Like what?" He asks.

He watches you shrug. Lately he's noticed a vacancy in your eyes. Like you're looking for something that's right in front of you, but he's too scared to ask you if you're doing okay. You're always stressed.

"I don't want to leave yet," you say simply.

Gojo stretches his legs out. They're too long to bend. He looks at your knees, the rough skin of childhood mishaps. Suddenly, he's reminded that you've lived a long life before meeting each other.

"Don't think about that yet," he mumbles.

You nod, crushing the aluminum in your hand. He wants to sit closer till your shoulders knock, but it's too hot for that. For the rest of night, Gojo will think about how pretty you look in the evening light.

(1)

Ieiri Shoko, in all her astuteness, had a stupid request.

Gojo Satoru, however, was even stupider.

He likes the campus convenience store. The air conditioning blasts high, makes the sweat on his neck more bearable. He decides he’ll grab a packet of popsicles on his way out, then stares forlornly at the problem he faces. 

shoko who’s stinky [2:34 PM]: hey while you’re there, buy me two packs of cigarettes? shoko who’s stinky [2:34 PM]: toss in some pads too. shoko who’s stinky [2:35 PM]: woke up to a blood bath

It’s easy enough of a request. But now that he stares at the rows of different coloured pads and their packaging, he wonders if he should have asked for more clarification.

While he flounders for a way to politely ask Shoko what the fuck it is she’s asking him for (because he's ready to suggest that she just get a hysterectomy, for god's sake), he feels someone come up next to him.

They don’t take too long to pick a pack. It’s the purple ones, the ones that say 5 at the bottom, and Gojo feels the light flicker on in his head. Of course.

gojo [2:37 PM]: I’m here gojo [2:37 PM]: so what size pussy you wear 😁 shoko who’s stinky [2:39 PM]: satoru shoko who’s stinky [2:39 PM]: you need to kill yourself 😁

He cackles. And then the person looks at him, startled by his volume, and Gojo’s about to apologize quickly when instead, he says: 

“Oh.”

"Yeah, oh," you retort. "Don't tell me you just asked Shoko how big her pussy is."

Gojo makes a choked noise. "What do you think of me?"

"Don't lie. And your phone brightness is all the way up." All thoughts of you suddenly becoming a mind reader dissipate from his head. He secretly adjusts the brightness when you bend over to look at other choices of pads. "Shoko was right."

"About?"

Promptly, you spin around and throw the pads at him. He shrieks like it hurts. "You not knowing how to talk to girls."

"I know how to talk to girls," he scoffs. "And why the hell are you here?"

Your eyes harden. "My class just finished. And Shoko had a feeling you were going to do something stupid, so she called me to keep an eye on you."

Leave it to Shoko to send reinforcements. He's almost hurt that her faith in him is that low, but he's not complaining. He'll never complain if it's you.

"My guardian angel," Gojo sighs, stars in his eyes.

You stomp on his foot. He yelps, and cries out in anguish when you force him to buy you iced coffee.

(2)

As you walk back along the sidewalk, you complain about the condensation on the cup making your palm wet.

Gojo thinks about how nice the cold would feel if he held your hand.

(3)

Once you drop off the plastic bag of your goodies at Shoko's dorm, you excuse yourself to shower. Gojo stands at her door, unmoving.

Shoko doesn't look at him. "Yes?"

"I hope you step in something wet with your socks on," Gojo announces.

"Eh?"

"I hope you miss your alarm tomorrow morning. I hope you trip on the leg of your chair and bruise your forehead. I hope your cereal gets soggy and tastes like cardboard."

"Hmph." Shoko opens a pack of cigarettes, reaches for one, then decides against it. She got her ass beat by the residency supervisor the last time it smelled like smoke. "You can go now."

"Can't," Gojo says.

"Why?"

"I'm in love with our best friend, and I don't want her to leave for her graduate program, and you have to do something about it because you're smarter than me," he anguishes.

(3.5)

Shoko tells him she can't do anything about it, and that he should still go ahead with killing himself for egregiously insulting her.

(4)

Gojo's bored. He crumples up the sixth love letter he's gotten today from some underclassman, and flicks it at your forehead while you study.

"Suck your mom," you hiss.

"Pay attention to me."

"No."

"I will literally wither into nothing if you don't look at me right now," Gojo seethes.

You look at him. He feels like he's on top of the world.

(5)

You're drunk. But not too drunk, because Gojo knows you hate throwing up, and you're one of the lucky ones that immediately get tipsy off two shots of hard liquor.

Shoko and Utahime sing a lovely ballad about two lovers reuniting after a bad breakup. They play their parts with passion, standing in front of the TV in this cramped karaoke room, and Gojo's taking a video to post on his story when all of a sudden--

"Oof," you sigh, plopping into his lap. "Sorry. 'm made of jello."

"Oh," Gojo chokes. He stops recording when you wrap your arms around his neck, bring his ear down to your mouth. You smell like lemon and perfume.

"I always thought you'd feel more bony." (Gojo instinctively flexes.) "But you're meaty. Hehe. Meeeeeeaty."

He's scared his nose might start bleeding. He wraps his arms around you to stop the shaking in his hands. "That's creepy," he warbles, but truthfully he just had a thought about you biting him and he short-circuits a little bit.

"I like when you hug me," you say. Gojo feels himself fall even deeper.

(6)

He's sitting with you again on the sidewalk curb. This time, he sits closer, and your shoulders knock when you laugh at his joke, and the infinity of space between you lessens by a fraction.

"You look pretty today," he confesses.

You splutter into your soda. Then you smile, and say, "You're not so bad-looking, either," and his mind rushes with a thousand different ways to beg you not to leave, and the gravel is still hard on his ass. All he does is sit there, listening to those cicadas chirping again, wondering if he'll ever be able to forget the way your mouth closes on that soda can, or how you lean your head on his shoulder in the next second.

He'll wait forever for you, he decides, and rests his head on yours, too.

[redeyerhaenyra]

What about sweet kisses with Anselm that turn not so sweet 👀👀👀

This Magic Moment

Summary: Imagine being in comfiest bed with Anselm, and also having the wildest sex

Warnings: Vague references to smut lol

Notes: This turned out more fluff and sort of slice of lifey than smut but it’s still there! Also omg its the love of my life fen!!!!!

Hnnnng I love this trope

Let me set the scene for you

Imagine, just the comfiest, warmest bed

The fluffiest blankets

The most nicest scented incense

And the weirdest man cuddled next to you

Anselm the type to ask if you’d like to be displayed in a human sized bird cadge wearing only silk lingerie

Because you are his birdie :)

You’re tired rn though, so he’ll settle for just holding you in bed and kissing you every 2 minutes

like just continuously smooching your head, cheek, lips, nose, ect

Anything he can put his lips to, he will put them there

Side note- i just know this man has the goofiest pyjamas i just KNOW it

like he definitely has the most sillay stripped pjs and a fucking cap my man has that wee willy winkie drip

anyway

Anselm’s goofy ahh pjs aside

He’s very sweet and romantic when he wants to be

Almost rivals Jake if I’m honest

Almost

But, as most all Oscar isaac characters do

He gets impatient

Anselm the type to beg. On his knees if he must. For a crumb of that coochie

And you always give in because duh why wouldn’t you

So then he ends up ploughing you in bed

Its the comfiest thing you’ve ever experienced

You are warm and cozy in the sheets, the pussy is wet and gushing in the metaphorical streets

You know that once scene in the new Star Wars films where like

Kylo Ren is freaking out and the Stormtroopers like walk the other way

Yeah i feel like that’s what happens with the various butlers and maids and shit when they hear you and Anselm doing the narsty down the hall

its probably like a cycle to be honest

like you nap, cuddle, eat and drink, the fuck for a few hours

repeat

you both need showers and the sheets need changing afterward but for now?

it’s perfectly fluffy and cozy where you are :)

[missamyrisa2]

i get so wet and orgasm so hard from your clit tickling stories. i use a soft makeup brush on my clit while reading/thinking of your stories until i make myself ticklegasm. those ultra soft, ultra girly, itchy wispy tickles get me going so badly all over. tyvm for writing about them.. could you please strap me down tight and tickle my clit and decide whether or not to let me cum, miss amy??

It's soooo cute how your toes curl and thighs quiver like that just from my little blushy brush ~ it's so funny isn't it, such a cute little girly implement can bring out such sensations ~ don't you love how the handle is all smooth and shiny, holding onto all these lovely fibers that tremble with every movement ~ And the way they spread out gently in this puff, all wispy and small individually but together they make this whole mass of tingly sensation like a swarm of giggly tickly pixies all loving on your sweet throbbing girlihood ~ heyyy it's like a party on your clitty, and everyone's invited~! Ooh yes, you can squirm and throb and giggle and gasp and moan alllll you like darling. Coochie coo~! Darling darling darling, do your little dance for meee I dare say those silky soft scarves won't budge, I used so many on your gorgeous ticklish body after all ~ yesss you're nice and restrained ~ it's for your own good now ~ this is where you belong, just spread so gently and presented for your silly tickle mama and this beautiful blushy brush ~ oooh~! Quite a twitch you've got there on that girly button. Why, you should have that ~ examined ~ mmhmmm maybe you need a little dusting? Like thissss? Brushy brushy ~ ooh, stubborn little thing. I knowww ~ always say you gotta rely on good ol' air to get the job done some times. Don't worry sweetheart, I'll be gentle~ just pppphh here and pppph there, little puffy puffs of air I'll blow on that spot. Why it's just little clouds come down to hug on your clittyyy~ woooooo ~ wiiida wooooo ~

Mmm~ you protest but you giggle moan so sweetly for mee~ maybe we should pamper that beautiful button ~ yeahhh beautiful button~! Let me just dip these q-tips in some nice massage oil and we'll get you fixed up right quick ~ it's like a little massage for your royal girly part ~ nice soft nub here, get some oil on there~ and little gentle touchies across the tip ~ oooh look at that, sooo shiny and sweet. Does it tickle? Yeahhh? Tickle tickle? The best part of using these little tools is I can have one resting on one side of your button and the other is free to gently poke and stroke along the ridge ~ get you nice and shiny and slick here, that button is gonna shine my babydoll ~ are you my giggly silly babydoll? Awwwe, you want it sooo bad huh? You gotta ask for it though, and you gotta say gigglecum mmmhmmm sayyy gigglecum through your giggles noww ~ girly part? little girly girly button on my cutie tickle girl just wanna burst so bad? I think after you gigglecum for me I'll dress your royal area in these impossibly soft silky panties ~ you'll be sooo sensitive and overstimulated that just walking around will be like a lil sweet mean tease on your button ~ oooh look, we can just drag this soft material up your royal lips and test them out ~ unnnhh nice soft pantiessss on your button ~ mmhmm like a silken waterfall up your regal button, hugging and caressing it ~ wiggle and wriggle and squirm allll you like ~ it's not gonna stop. Tickle tickle ~ all that lovey sensation all for you my darling angelpie ~ all the tickles and sensations for this lovely clitty. Let's make this silk dance on your button while the makeup brush twirls and dances from each side.

Oooh, you can gigglecum anyyyy time you like girly girl ~ but it miiiight take you a little while ~<3

[blkkizzat]

Drop the hoe days lore 🤲 let me live through you

oh gawd lmfaoooo.

y'all want vegas stories? ive been like 8 times.

i got a story for y'all...its kinda funny dhfkldsfhjalksj.

so one of these times we were at ghost bar at the palms. it was like 2am so my friends with boyfriends went back to the hotel and me and my hoe friend stayed out. so at the time i had a HUGE crush on tom hiddleston bitch, like i wanted that man badddd. lmfao anyway so i see this guy and i nudged my hoe friend and was like "oh shit girl i know im rollin in the deep right now but this man look like tom hiddleston" and she did not see it but idgaf cause she didnt even think tom hiddleston was attractive lmfao. so i waited until the girl he was dancing with went somewhere with her friend then i immediately go up to him and start dancing with him. i mean there was no hi, it was just me throwing ass on my target grade tom hiddleston (literally cause this man was from kentucky). that was my mans for the night i did not care. lol so he has a friend my friend was into and so we all are dancing and they get us more drinks. so around 4 they were like "y'all wanna come back".

and in vegas i was on demon time. i promise im not forward at all usually but vegas does something to me and i get aggressive. because this guy was like "oh we have weed at our hotel room" and without messing a beat i said "don't get too high you can't fuck me." (BITCH WUT IS WRONG WITH MEEEEEEEE LOLODJOFJSDLFJSZ). This man was stuttering after, he did not know what tf to say lmfaooo. Honestly we didn't even smoke now that i think about it. him and his friend had two queens so we just turn off the lights and get to it once we get in. ngl he didnt have a monster dick or anything but it was above average and THICC, and more than i thought he would be packing for sure. we wore a condom initially but this man legit begged me to take it off cause he said i was so wet he got super whiny so i caved 😩

so anyway he has my ankles on his shoulders then all of a sudden we hear (i dont remember her exact words but it was something like) "OH MY GOD!!!OH MY GOD!!!—WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!?? IT DOESN'T GO THERE!" Then my friend gets up and runs to the bathroom and shuts the door. THIS DUDE HAD MY FRIEND IN PRONE BONE AND STUCK IT IN HER BUTT DRY ON ACCIDENT CAUSE HE WAS SO DRUNK. LIKE NOT JUST A POKE FULLY INSIDE.😭😭😭😭😭😭

Mannnnn i was cutting tf up. i dont think i ever laughed so and been fucking at the same time, we was both laughing and still fucking dkfhaskfja. after we calm down after a few min he kinda slows down and asks me if i wanna go check on my friend and i was like "nah shes a big girl— let me ride you" this man forgot about her quickly 😭and then his drunk ass friend started throwing up but we still didnt stop.

then my friend comes out of the bathroom. (i never stopped riding this man) and shes like "i wanna go" and i was like "okayyyyy". chile i went to the bathroom he followed me and we fucked for another hour on the toliet seat and on the counter dhfakjdhsfasjkh (i aint shit lmfao)

and he STILL wanted to fuck me after we left the bathroom but i felt bad for my friend lol who was like already dressed and the room kinda smelled like puke then, plus i didnt want her walking back to our hotel by herself at like 5:30am lol (and tbh my coochie kinda hurt from how thick this man was). so i got dressed. we left then went to mcdonalds, dont worry i bought my hoe friend mcdonalds as an apology for not leaving sooner so im not a completely horrible friend 😩.

he definitely texted me the next night but we had an early flight the next day or i would have went back.

[sugarcherriess]

im here to be a menace to society (= a menace to myself actually) n request some (very basic but very needed) rivals to ? not rlly lovers more like fwb + juyeon for the 1k event thing . ofc smut 👹👹👹 -🦦

Whores for Juyeon rise up😩😩😩😩

Rivals to FWB’s with Juyeon:

cw - smut, a whole bit abt big cawk Juyeon just because, Reader has a coochie, infuriating Juyeon, squirting

You and Juyeon’s are each other’s rivals

And you’re petty

So petty that you don’t even know why you’re fighting over a stupid chair in the common room

Just that you are

“I sit here every day!”

“I came here first!

“I need it more!”

“It’s my spot!”

The student body there has given up all hopes of telling you to be quiet

And all of the staff refuses to step in the mess and tell you both to leave

However, all of them have their fingers crossed for you to get over it quickly

Yk. As toddlers do.

You grab Juyeon’s collar and yank him up as hard as you can

“You can’t pretend that your empty brain is retaining any information whatsoever. Move!”

“You should do more comprehension activities because I said I wasn’t moving,”

“Stop wasting my time,”

“Stop fucking my vibe,”

“Some of us need to study!”

“Then find some place else!”

“Selfish prick!”

“Desperate bitch,”

“Silence!”

That shuts both of you up

The head person looks at you both sternly before threatening you of suspension if you both don’t stop using such preposterous language and showing this childish behaviour

You two retract to your respective dorms after that

Unfortunately, the staircase is the same for both of your dorm rooms

And you always need to have the final say

“Do you get paid for being a pain in my ass? Genuine question,”

“If you got laid more often you wouldn’t let your sexual frustrations out like this,” he rolls his eyes

“How dare you assume stuff about me!”

He presses you against the railing in an instant

“It’s hardly assuming stuff considering your voice is constantly behind me giving a headache. So unless you’re fucking someone invisible next to me, it’s pretty obvious that your cunt hasn’t gotten any action since the start of our degree, if ever,”

“You’re so shameless!”

“I’m shameless enough to strip you down and fuck you in this stairwell if you don’t shut the fuck up,”

Someone actually passes by but neither of you see it bc you’re too busy sending daggers to each other with your eyes

“Bite me, you irresponsible manwhore,”

“I’m the whore? Really? As if you don’t wet your panties thinking about getting a train ran on you by the entire football team,”

At that he grinds his crotch into yours

“But I’m in the football team too? Guess that’s why I can never seem to hide from you,”

“Are you insinuating I want to fuck you?”

“Im insinuating that my cock is your only cure to actually shutting the fuck up for once,”

“You couldn’t even if you begged all the gods in the universe,”

“So full of yourself,”

He’d grab your face and squeeze your cheeks together

“If i fail, you can have the stupid spot in the common room forever,”

“And if I fail?”

“I get to fuck you whenever I want,”

Overconfident, you don’t even give it a moment to decide

“Deal.”

You two barely make it up the stairs without sustaining any injuries

Juyeon did stumble a couple of times but at this point the adrenaline would keep him alive for an orgasm or so even if he broke his neck

Clothes? Off

Pussy? Drenched

Juyeon? Stiff and erect

“Are you a fucking horse?”

This is the first time you hear him laugh so genuinely at something you said

“Why would you say that?”

You look at him incredulously

“Because that thing looks like a fucking dragon!?”

“It’s not that big,”

He’d brush you off

“Of all the things in your life, THIS is the one you decide to be humble about??”

Juyeon would just roll his eyes and catwalk towards you

Hips swaying and all

“Nah you’re not getting that deep water whale inside of me, buddy,”

And you’d scoot back on the bed

(It’s really not that big okay)

Juyeon would grab your ankles and drag you back

“What? Thought you said no challenge is too scary,” he raises a brow, “you scared, dove?”

“It’s called being practical,” you’d retort, “That’s actually not going to fit inside me Juyeon,”

“I’ll make it fit, don’t you worry your pretty little head about it,”

And make it fit he did

Your ass is hanging in the air off the edge of the bed, legs hooked on his shoulders

Juyeon’s huge palms fixed on either side of your waist

He’s bringing you down on his cock brutally

Not caring that you’re trying to close your legs

Because it’s too much stimulation too soon

But he doesn’t care

At all

His head hangs back as he pounds into you fervently

Pretty mouth open

“Fucckkk… guess your heavenly pussy compensates for your annoying mouth,”

You don’t even have it in you to retort

You can see your belly inhumanly shaking every time his cock jams into your cervix

Your lower half has completely gone numb

Because not only is Juyeon fucking huge

But because he hasn’t stopped fucking you for over three hours

Your thighs cramped and uncramped somewhere in between the fucking

All you could recognise now was his cock ramming inside you to the hilt

And his pelvis slamming against your clit

You lost count of your orgasms long ago

He tells you he can feel his cock shape your slick insides

And honestly

You feel it too

So you let him say all the filth he wants to say to ride out his own climax

You’ve been bent and curved in a million different positions before getting put in the one you started with

And one last vicious hit of his cock straight at your g-spot makes you blow up

You squirt so hard that it pushes his cock out from you

All the creampies he gave you drip down in an unruly stream with your own squirt

Some of it even got to his face and his hair

But it doesn’t matter

He only swipes a sweaty hand over his face once to clearly see the aftermath below him

You twitch uncontrollably with your lower half still suspended in the air, now supported by his toned arms

He unceremoniously pulls you up and drops you off on the other side of the bed

“You with me?”

He would tap your face to make sure you’re still alive

When you groan and curl into yourself, bones aching like you ran a marathon, he tells you the information you already knew but were dreading nonetheless

“You lost, sweatheart. Good luck being my pocket pussy from now on,”

He’d smile sweetly before leaving your disappointed figure to clean himself up.

[wilted]

i totally get what they’re saying all of the stuff to cover up pussy smell is soo… strange like when i discovered they made MELTS to go up INSIDE OF YOU? i almost cried that’s so scary why would u do that. what if you die like idk that’s always my fear and i absolutely agree like do Not put this stuff on your actual coochie they make vagisil like you really should not need to go beyond that but also. the full body deodorant isn’t JUST for coochies, from what i’ve heard from people who do use it, it helps a lot with chafing (at least lumi) and it helps a lot with butt sweat and titty sweat and honest to god with right now being swamp ass season and my tits getting absolutely soaking wet every time i go outside, i wouldn’t mind it but it is essentially just the same thing as using like gold bonds chafing powder. but marketed towards women and more than likely more expensive….. i’m not going to hate on anyone who doesn’t want to walk around smelling like sweaty asshole though and as long as the product doesn’t have any cancerous chemicals in it AND you’re not inserting it inside of you for whatever godforsaken reason….. i think it’s okay. but idk what do i know

[skyxskywlkr]

No but like tell me why I had a thot at 12 am that had me rubbing my feet together 😳 and giggling

What if you and ghost are kissing and this man is kissing you from head to toe. Once he hits your belly button he starts giving you more hot, wet, tongue involved passionate ass kisses. He kisses you like that all the way to your neck until he’s centered with your pussy/coochie/cat whatever you lot like to call it☠️.

Then DEATH grips the headboard sliding his big, girthy, veiny 8-9.5 cock In you. 🤭 GOODNIGHT, imagine this man whimpering and whispering In your ear how good you feel.

[iambilliejeanok]

Horny things I told my friends pt 2

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, teasing

Oh goood Choso😩😩 he looks like he gives great head! And he probably has a really fat dick and loves to make you sit on it. Like really just sit on it, simply cockwarm…but he has to warm you up a little beforehand so it can actually fit. There’s a lot of prep…foreplay from the minute the two of you got home, random hugs accompanied booty rubs(a little to close to your coochie), then he playfully throws you onto the bed while you’re halfway through removing your clothes for a shower, in just your bra and your leggings, he pushes your legs up to your chest, randomly massing your pussy through your clothing, making sure to get through to your clit while he sweetly talks to you like he’s not tryna make you cum…but just when it starts feeling a little too good he stops and continues getting ready for the shower…which you guys hop in together, only for him to sensually wash you down, purposefully taking his time, scrubbing you clean, massage your boobs while he’s “washing them” rubbing his thumb over your nipple, casually biting your neck, lifting your leg up and shoving you against the wall, carefully running a soft sponge between your legs, slowly getting it between your folds because you once told “if you gonna wash me wash me clean” so, you can’t really complain about how good this feels, he’s just being extra sure.

Then while you’re both moisturizing he offers to massage you😑😑😑holding your naked body right up against him while he slowly massages your back and shoulders, lifting up your arms, massaging your neck, your waist, your ass, lifting up you thigh and wrapping it around his waist so he massage it too, but when he gets to your ass he gets a little to close your pussy again, finally touching it, slowly massaging your clitoris, but you’re so turn on right now, your pussy is literally dripping on his hand, and he sure does make sure to leave all those dirty comments. “Why are you so wet? You filthy little girl…you like it when I put my hands on you? Even if it’s not sexual huh?“ he says while he suddenly shoves his middle and index finger inside of you, making you gasp into a moan. But that’s where it ends. And he doesn’t touch you again until you’re both laying on the couch, looking for a movie to watch. That’s when he simply scoops you up where you’re sitting and sits you right on his lap, casually pushing your panties to the side…”Choso…what are y—“ and you gasp at the feel of his rock hard dick lubricating itself with your already wet coochie, slowly running along your vulva, teasing you once again. Just when he hears you about to open your mouth to beg, he pushes the tip in…”shhh, it’s okay baby, just relax…sit”, he tells you, guiding your hips down as he sinks further and further, and you feel like you’re literally about to bust a nut as he fills you up so much, but just not enough for you to finally climax. You’re just where he wants you to be. And when he finally can’t go any further, he pulls the blankets of the two of you and casually adjusts the two of you so you’re comfortable enough for the movie, pulling up the blankets and ignoring all the little moans and whimpers escaping your mouth at his random gestures. He can be so cruel, that no matter how politely and sweetly you beg, he’s not going to fuck you. And when he feels you start squirming he just holds you tight. 😖 just hush and watch the movie