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Bro I wanna…I wanna do dat-

Free use with Sylus 😋

Tags: free use, he’s the one getting used, bj within an inch of his life.

A/n: I’ll probably make this a series. take this as the first instalment for my free use Sylus propaganda ☺️ I wrote this in a hurry I needed to get it out of my system. Semi-proofread? The others will probably be longer lol

It has been a hard couple of days. You’re ridiculously overworked and underfucked and it’s eating you alive. Doesn’t help it’s ovulation week and your body is SCREAMING at you to jump that man’s bones immediately. In fact you wanna stay like that till it ends. You finally, finally by gods’ good grace manage to catch a long weekend, and decide you’ve fucking had enough.

You march home with purpose. A determination. You open the door and put your stuff down, the need is overwhelming. “I’m home!” You announce and your husband shows up to the door, welcoming you back. He’d been free for the most part of the week, guess that’s a perk of being your own boss. He did take care of the house and fed you every day especially during those extra tiring days. You could just barely manage to kiss him goodbye before leaving for work, and coming home exhausted and not in the mood for anything other than sleep. He respected that.

But now all that had gotten majorly on your nerves, as the haze of days and days of only work lifted, you realised how much you had neglected your body physically. It needed him. So very badly. So when he took your bags from you while you took off your shoes, you grabbed his wrist making him turn back, before shoving him into the wall; your tall, broad, twice your size husband, who was taken completely by surprise and let out a surprised grunt at the impact.

You didn’t give him a chance to register, standing on your tippy toes, yanking his head down and kissing him with such a searing tenacity it actually scared him a little. You breathed deeply, groaning at the contact, palming him through his pants causing him to stiffen and let out a moaned gasp. Without waiting for a moment longer you pushed him against the wall again, before falling to your knees and vigorously undoing his belt, yanking his pants and boxers down and just absolutely going to town on his deliciously long and girthy cock.

It had been so long since you’d experienced him like this, you didn’t even have it in you to tease him and slowly take him down your throat. You kissed it, sloppy, your hands working desperately, roaming all along his shaft and his thighs and his lower abdomen before you took a deep breath and swallowed him whole. He gasped loudly this time, as you bobbed your head back and forth, back and forth, his tip hitting the wet warmth of the back of your throat.

You kept on till you could barely breathe, before letting it slip out of your mouth covered, no, dripping with spit, and you tugged at his length a couple of times, before swirling your tongue along the sensitive tip, before giving it a couple of harsh sucks which made him throw his head back as his hand gripped your hair for support, something to ground him. You weren’t going to let up until he came down your throat. You licked a fat stripe from the base to tip, again swirling and sucking the tip a couple times, before sliding all the way down to the base without warning making him whimper. Your tongue keeps working as you hollow your cheeks out, sucking the life out of him, and he can barely breathe because of how good it feels…

You keep at it, unrelenting, occasionally coming up for air, again, and again, and again, the way your throat constricts against his tip makes him twitch and gasp as he tries his best to not let his knees give way, his legs shaking, stomach tightening at the impending release building up inside him.

And then

He looks down at you, looking up at him.

Deadly mistake.

The sight was enough for him to slip and fall down the slippery slope of his release, and you took it like a champ, taking him all the way in, making it flow directly down your throat, drinking it in, the movements of your throat milking him for all he was worth. He was whimpering, moaning, gasping pathetically while his legs shook and he felt like he could collapse at any moment, and when you finally let go of his poor, softening, still throbbing length he collapsed on the floor himself, on his knees like you, and pulled you close, nuzzling your neck trying to catch his breath.

You wipe your lips with the back of your hand, and smile, satiated for now.

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AUGHHHSHhhh

SYLUS ⋆˚✿˖° grinding/dryhumping

18+ Minors DNI

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣

This is just kind of a yappathon/hc thing about Sylus being a grinding machine, literally dryhumper9000 in TWO fucking cards now. Night of Secrecy and Valleydream Bloom both have kiss scenes where this man is ON TOP of you and MOVING FOWARDS while eating your face (love that for us)

QUICK EDIT: Hi hello I had JUST made another one of these about Sylus eating you out! If you’re interested in reading it, it’s here!

Another EDIT: Here’s another one I made about thigh grinding/thigh fucking!

Here’s a wonderful example of what I’m talking about. Anyway, I’m just going to babble about this in bullet points from here. (Believe me, it gets better and more imaginative the more you read my nonsense)

Imagine him putting his WHOLE body weight on you, literally welded against him while he’s grinding into you and kissing you senseless… ‼️

This man is HUGE, he is HEAVY, he is absolutely ENGULFING you when he’s on top and taking initiative

I feel like it’s his favorite thing to do ever. You’re already below him, tf are you supposed to do now? He’s got you trapped for a barrage of kisses and love bites, that’s your new spot for the next few hours!

Breathless and overstimulated. Fulfilled, yet always yearning for more.

I just KNOW he talks to you the whole time too, like you cannot make out anything going around the two of you. He’s got all five of your senses in a dizzy chokehold as he murmurs sweet nothings, praises and his desires while you can hardly think straight.

Oh and he whines and whimpers during it too, there’s just something so primal and intoxicating about it that he doesn’t hold back any of his sounds and words.

I feel like he always gets so needy and eager at first. Like he’s not necessarily going fast, but his hips are kinda snappy to get his point across. On the other hand, his kisses are pretty relentless. ALTHOUGH, as the two of you get so intoxicated and dryhumped out, his actions become more and more lazy but sooooo very passionate.

Your hearts are pounding together as your breathless gasps mingle between insanely languid and lingering kisses, his hips rolling into yours with the same energy as a flame of a candle wick dying out on its own. Giggling and kicking my feet.

Now, while I do think grinding in missionary is his favorite way of going about it, I just know he’s a sucker for you grinding on his lap when you want to have control. Oh my god, don’t get me started, this man is squeezing your ass and the backs of your thighs trying to keep you as close to him as possible.

He probably couldn’t help himself and grind his hips up against yours. Especially when he’s got the skin of your neck/shoulder between his teeth, like he’s scruffing you and keeping you still.

But don’t tease him too much, he’d let you get away with it a few times but if you keep pushing his buttons he will flip you onto your back and tease YOU instead.

THIGH GRINDING, Oh my god no one talks about this, if you want some action on a day where he has no stamina he will gladly let you sit on his thigh and grind against it. Godddd imagine his groggy voice saying things like “Go on, kitten. Keep using me until you’re satisfied. I don’t want you to stop until you get your fill.” While he’s looking you with hazy eyes and massaging your hip(s) or thigh(s). Maybe he’d read a book or drink some wine while he’s at it, give you some kisses here and there to keep you engaged. Or maybe if he’s TOO tired he’ll rest his face against your chest and listen to your rapid heartbeat as your movements rock his head.

I’m a little abnormal rn. HOW DID THIS GET 1000+ NOTES??? WHAT?? THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣

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CALL ME DADDY SHARK ATP BECAUUUUUUSE

"stop fucking biting me!" he groans as you ride his cock, his eyes rolling back into his head as he wraps his thick arms around your waist to fuck up into you.

"s-sorry— jus'feelsh— s'fuckin'good, miguel!—" you whine into his neck, and biting him again.

if you keep biting him he's gonna fucking knock you up, he thinks— he growls into your ear— his mask dissolving down his neck so that he can reciprocate.

he bites you back, fucking hard.

you let out a loud strung out moan, shaking as he fucks you through your orgasm. "fuck! fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! miguel!" you yell out his name, feeling his claws dig into your sides.

"keep cumming. fucking cum all over me. I'll fuck a baby into you. you want that? want me to fuck a baby into you? yeah? wanna give birth to my fucking kid? take it then. fucking take it."

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・❥ OVERSTIM WITH CALEB (PART 2) !!

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ rundown :: some scenarios in which caleb would react to being overstimulated !!

WARNINGS :: NSFW! 18+ , public sex , dry humping , overstimulation , porn with no plot , dom!reader , sub!caleb , use of y/n (once)

a/n :: heres part one ! this is most likely the last part , hope you enjoy :)

IN PUBLIC :: look , sometimes caleb cant help himself . all the time when he sees you to take you out on dates or just a casual hangout at a café , you look so unbelievably scrumptious he just has to have you right there ! he'd reach his hand over to place on your thigh , slowly sliding higher and higher until you notice . he doesn't stop though ... why would he ? in his depraved mind , he's gonna finger you senseless right then and there in front of all these people ... but little does he know he'll be the one going senseless . you'd slap away his hand and before he knows it you're unbuttoning his jeans on the down-low , looking around to see if anyones paying attention before slithering under the table . caleb is whispering to you and grasping at the sides of his seat , fighting actual demons trying to not make a sound as you slurp up his cock . he was doing pretty well at being quiet before his cum shot down your throat and you kept going . poor boy has slumped his head on the table , eyes squeezed tight , knuckles white from how hard he's gripping your hair , hips twitching without control . his attempts to be undercover are futile as he's so sensitive to your mouth ... the whole restaurant is giving him stares and whispers of concern :/.

DRY HUMPING :: now i didn't know it was even possible to become overstimulated by dry humping , but caleb proved me wrong . it doesnt matter if you guys are clothed or not , he can still feel and imagine your perfect cunt with precision; making it easier for him to fall over the edge in his pants . especially when he can feel your warmth through the fabric ?! best thing ever . that euphoria wouldnt last long before it was replaced with the familiar feeling of overwhelming pleasure ... too much pleasure . "w-wait pips- hah, fuck.. s'too much baby, stopstop.." he'd murmur , grabbing onto your hips as an anchor . although he already came , by the mere thought of how dirty your guys situation was , you didnt come along with him . you didnt necessarily mean to overstimulate him .. it's just a natural instinct to want to chase the high of an orgasm . underneath you , the dampness of his trousers was getting to your thighs and making it easier to slide across his lap . this would go on until you came for the first time and him for the second , thrashing underneath you .

BEING AWAY FOR TOO LONG :: would happen if he was away on a prolonged mission , he would get so needy and desperate for you that he physically couldn't stop . he'd cum multiple times and still have more to give , overstimulating the both of you . it'd get so bad to the point where he's sobbing big crocodile tears and begging himself to stop , drooling like a dog onto your chest , seeking the sweet embrace of your breasts . "i know pips .. i know , im s-sorry. it's too much for me, too . i just cant stop when ive been away from my perfect pussy for too long . " but you know his apologies arent for real . every thrust of his hips would send a jolt of white-hot adrenaline up his spine , not even pleasure anymore; forcing himself past the limit solely for the purpose of staying inside of you for longer . after he cums for what felt like the 1500 time , he'd lay atop of you , motionless . he's quite literally incapable of moving other than the aftershocks shaking him . the next day you both would woke up at 12pm and stayed in bed together the rest of the day , lacking the ability to walk right .

BEGGING :: obviously , caleb would beg for you almost every time you guys had sex; but there are some nights where he's particularly more vocal than usual . you've noticed that a way to get him like that is to have him on all fours , pleading for you to stop jerking him off . "please baby please .. im too sensitive, im a pathetic mess, im disgusting and filthy . im begging you, y/n, please. " while he spends lots of sweet time talking , it never works . it always ends the same , with your hand (or cunt) on his dick , making him squirm and moan for you for hours on end .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ in conclusion :: overstimulating may just be this boy's favorite activity!

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AHYUCK

I love the way your name sounds

Multiple character headcannon

Authors note: okay I won’t even lie I think I kinda liked this fic…ANWAYS here’s y’all’s warnings NSFW content! I put some of that Femdom shi, f!reader, m!receiving gawk gawk, dacryphilia…I guess, uhh just really cringe worth sentences... yall probably into that. (POST-TIMESKIP!!)

Summary: he likes to whine your name especially when he’s close

MEN who love to be buried between your thighs, though anytime you offer to reciprocate his good deed he insistently denies you, shying away from any form of contact. He initially claims it’s because he prioritises your pleasure over his and there is no need for you to sourer your lips. But would it be so bad if you just wanted to hear him whine in satisfaction?

That’s not to say there hasn’t been times where you have succeeded in changing his mind. However during those moments, the only sound you might catch is a faint hum, accompanied by him biting the inside of his cheek and knitting his brows in frustration, as if he’s forcing himself to keep quiet...

MEN who even when he has his cock between the folds of your heat, he keeps one hand pressed to his mouth or his face deep in the crook of your neck. He never lets you hear him, hear how good you also make him feel - and you had reached your limit. You just wanted to have a man moan, rather than it being a one-sided affair.

Did he not enjoy sex with you?

MEN who let out a small gasp of surprise when you suddenly approach him after a days of lounging. Your in that cute little apron he adores with your hands trailing up and down his chest through his worn clothes. He laughs nervously, gently taking a hold of your wrist, his eyes wide and confused, like a lost puppy trying to understand your sudden playful behavior.

But you don’t hold back, instead, you draw even closer, your hand pressing deeper into his chest causing him to back against the wall. Your breath fans over his neck and you catch the sound of him swallowing hard a slight gulp down his throat. His grip on your wrist wavers softly as a meek sound escapes his lips, “I…Is everything okay, baby?”

MEN who turn crimson at the feeling of your lips pressing into his, before trailing along from his jaw and down to his neck. Your sudden assertiveness was causing his mind to reel from the intensity of the situation. Before long, his shirt is tossed aside, forgotten on the floor, and he’s sprawled flat on the bed, his elbows propping him up, as he stares at you completely dazed and breathless, “hah…you’re really in the mood today, huh…”

You can only laugh at his admission. He had no idea what you had in store for him today. You were going to make him scream, so loud that he wouldn’t be able to speak the following day, so loud that the neighbors might just have to lodge a complaint against you, so loud that—

“A-ah…you…you can’t just…do things like that…”

MEN who feel a jolt of pleasure shoot through his body upon feeling your hand move inside the waistband of his underwear. A warning would’ve been nice, because now all he can do is have his breath hitch and back arch instinctively against your touch.

“Hand or mouth?”

Your question only turns his mind to mush, as he tries to make a coherent decision. Both options sound incredible, but he found himself succumbing to your hand. You knew he’d pick that. He doesn’t get as sensitive with your hand…which is why you decided to use your mouth, much to his dismay.

“W-why even bother ask— mhf…”

MEN who lose their words at the feeling of you tongue around his shaft. His hand immediately reaches up to his mouth, trying to stifle his shameful sounds, in which you quickly stop just before he could.

He lets out a small whine in protest, looking down at you between his legs with puppy eyes. Your intense gaze on him was only turning him on more and it was only a matter of time before he felt a familiar coil in his stomach begin to build up.

You had finally done it.

MEN who can’t help the babbles of “Ggh…you…you’re…so mean”, the whines of “d-dont tease the tip…” and the whimpers of “p-please faster…let me make a mess in your…in…in your mouth”, that escape him.

You couldn’t believe your ears of all the filth falling out of his lips. The way his eyebrows pinch up in that familiar look, his jaw slacked open, his eyes glued shut. You wanted him to look at you, see just who was making him fall apart like this, and so you tap on his thigh, prompting him to glance down at you, his eyes glistening as if he was on the verge of crying.

“F-fuck…m’so…so close…I’m so close, please…don’t l-look at me like that…”

You don’t stop. You don’t even allow him to bring his hands anywhere near his face.

“A-ah…baby— Y/N, please…I can’t. It’s too embarrassing Y/N…”

He was begging to cover his mouth, before the shameful chants of his high come to light. Begging you to at least slow down so he can catch his breath, begging you for some trace of pity on him in which you don’t grant, a coy smile forming on your lips.

There was nothing else he could do but to give in, to let go, to surrender completely to you, to be your “good boy”.

“M’gonna…o-oh Y/N, t-thank you…a-ahh…thank y-you so much, momm— Y/N, I—I’m c-cumming!…”

MEN who from that day on, never once hold back a single noise from you.

“You need to eat more fruit babe.”

“M’sorry…”

Characters: Reigen, SERIZAWA, GIYUU, Jean, ARMIN, REINER, KAGEYAMA, Hinata, Bokuto (I’m trying to convince myself but deep down I know this man is loud.), Osamu, CHOSO, MAMMON, Childe, THOMA, Rafayel, ACE, SANJI, Iruka

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when you asked gojo satoru if you could be on top for once, he threw his head back and laughed like you told him the funniest joke ever. he'd grin at you and have the nerve to ask if you were absolutely positive about wanting to be on top.

"you sure you can handle it, cutie?" he'd lean down, smugly smirking right in your face as he cockily raises a brow. "i'm a lot to take in, y'know?'

and you wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug grin off his face.

so you did.

"f-fuh.. fuck!" satoru groans, throwing his head back into the soft material of the pillow as his pretty eyes screw shut, lips falling open to let out a shaky exhale.

satoru looks absolutely wrecked under you, but fuck, he looks pretty like this. his slick and pink lips parted and glistening with his spit as he exhales shaky breaths and whimpers. his cheeks are flushed with the prettiest baby pink hue and his long snow-colored lashes are complimenting that hue, pale brows knitted together as he concentrates on not spilling inside of you so soon.

"everything okay, 'toru?" you'd innocently ask him as you lift your hips up to leave just the tip to be clung onto by your snug walls before falling back down, enveloping his cock fully until the tip was now snugly pressing against your cervix.

"are you sure you can handle it?" you grin as you mirror his stupid and wrong observation back at him now. your hips swivel, clit brushing against his snow frosted pubic hair as you make the tip of his cock make out with your cervix.

"i- i can! i can..." it's coming out in a pathetically choked out cry as his hands move to grab and grope at your plump ass cheeks, spreading and pressing the globes together as you continue to grind against his cock.

his groping only serves as motivation for you to bounce with more purpose and force now. every time his cock fills your dripping cunt to the hilt, you're pushing your hips forward to grind on him right as your hips lift up to repeat the action over and over again. a few more bounces pass and before you know it, you're not able to drop fully onto his cock because satoru's now lifting his hips off the mattress to meet you halfway.

it's crystal clear how desperate satoru is to cum now and his groping of your ass is even rougher as he pushes you towards him, encouraging you to grind harder onto his throbbing cock as you ride him.

"b-baby.." he stutters, whimpering as he uses all his strength to look at you. "'m so fuckin' close." he confesses, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows the thick lump in his throat, feeling the coil in his stomach tightening right to it's limit.

satoru's words only serve as motivation for you to finish proving him wrong and you bounce on his cock like a sex frenzied rabbit, the sound of skin slapping against skin emanating from each drop of your hips as your pussy squelches every time he fills you to the hilt and soon..

low and pathetic whimpers and moans begin to fall out of satoru's agape lips as his hips stutter erratically. his pretty blue eyes cross then roll into the back of his skull and you feel a sudden warmth blossom into your stretched out walls as his heavy balls pulse and twitch—his milked cock shooting ribbon after ribbon of hot white cum into your pretty cunt. ♡

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lapdog.

synopsis — sitting (and grinding) on the l&ds boys laps.

warnings — nsfw content mdni please or i will steal ur kneecaps, afab!reader, teasing, all of the boys have big dicks, grinding down on said big dicks, a mixture of dom! and sub!lnds, kinda dubcon(?) in rafayel's, slight exhibitionism in caleb's, panty-eating in caleb's. i might've missed smt rarara lmk if i did !

featuring — xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, & caleb (separate fics)

notes — AND WE ALL CHEERED!!! happy sylus birthday week to those who celebrate!!!! this may be an ot5 fic but consider this my early gift for all my sylus girlies out there <33 i sincerely pray that whoever reads this (and reblogs this... hehe...) will pull sylus in just one ten-pull. AMEN!!!

Xavier doesn't give away that he was already losing half of his brain cells. After a week of fighting Wanderers in a faraway No-Hunt Zone, he earned himself a well-deserved break from work, to which he then chooses to utilize that break to cuddle up with you. As for the cuddles mentioned, though – you think it'll probably be a while before you can even get to that part.

Xavier's face remained neutral, contrasting the growing bulge in his pants. You shifted your ass against his hardness, to which his fingers tightened their grip around your hips. The delicious friction should've been enough to break your boyfriend from his almost nonchalant exterior, but he remained calm anyway.

You turned to face your boyfriend when his breathing started to sound heavy against your back. You innocently batted your eyelashes up at his disheveled state. "You okay, Xav?" you cooed, running a hand through his soft hair.

Xavier's scowl deepened. Without speaking, he pushed his hips up against you, his length basically outlining your pussy. He breathed into your ear and bit your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine.

Zayne naively thought you weren't doing it on purpose at first. He gulped when you shifted yourself on his lap until you were directly sitting on his crotch, where he was slowly growing hard. Surely, with the size growing underneath his boxers, you'd finally notice his predicament. But you were still diligently watching to the TV show in front of you, leaving him basically dry heaving against you.

His nervous habit of shaking his leg only came to bite him in the back when you basically began bouncing on his lap, your weight on top of him adding to the already intense pleasure. He bit his lip to hold back his gasp, resting his forehead against your back. You giggled when you felt the ghost of his lips against your spine, where he left a trail of soft kisses on your skin.

"That tickles, Zayne." you reprimanded without any trace of malice in your tone. He shivered when you arched your back, backing your ass up slowly but surely against his hard length.

"Please," Zayne gasped, his grip on your hips tightening and loosening in a ragged pattern, "H-have mercy on me..."

Rafayel could barely contain the moan that erupted out of his mouth. He had insisted on perching you on his lap while he added finishing touches to the painting he was working on, but now he was seriously reconsidering it with the way you sat directly on top of his crotch.

His grip on his paintbrush loosened, nearly falling to the ground when you leaned closer to his canvas, arching your back and grinding your barely-covered ass against him. Rafayel haphazardly put the brush down, his hands instead gripping each side of your waist. He didn't know what to do with your body on top of him, undecided whether or not he wants you to continue or to stop.

"A-ah! S-shit cutie, you need t-to stop..." he whined, but the way he was grinding back up at you said otherwise. You hummed, savoring the way his clothed length felt against your pussy.

"I'm not sure what you want me to do, baby," you teased quietly, grabbing his hands to steady yourself on his lap, "You want me to stop, yet you're basically humping me." Rafayel whined even louder, his breaths coming up short and unsteady against your warmth.

Sylus should've been used to it by now, given the amount of times he'd pulled you onto his lap on various occasions. But now, he's barely paying attention to the film playing on his big screen TV, his focus zeroing in on your hips and ass grinding against his lap. He tilted his head back and sighed to the ceiling, feeling blessed and cursed at the same time.

"F-fuck. Kitten, I know what you're doing," Sylus muttered through gritted teeth, one hand gripping your waist while the other on the throw pillow beside him. You ignored his weak warnings, almost bouncing now on his clothed hardness with a wicked smile.

You hummed, pleasantly amused at your boyfriend's growing arousal, "Hhaah... I don't– I dunno what you're talking about..." you sighed, guiding his hand from your waist to the top of your thigh. His other hand transferred to gripping your other thigh, to which he thrusted his hips outwards involuntarily.

You nearly keeled over as your clit grazed against the fabric of his silk pants. Sylus moaned alongside you, overwhelmed with desire to just bend you over and have his way with you.

Caleb could only gulp as he tried to make sense of the online meeting he was having on his monitor. He was lucky that he didn't need to have his webcam on at all times during his meetings with the fleet, to which he would use this opportunity to catch up on cuddles with you and have you by his side during these droning sessions.

And as much as Caleb finds these meetings boring, you find them boring also. But you're forced to stick to his side through his work-at-home hours, just so he could kill two birds with one stone: getting his work done for the day while still being able to spend time with you.

"Oh-hoo god, a-am I muted?!" Caleb whispered furiously against your hair, your hips speeding against his crotch. His hands hadn't stopped exploring your body, touching and groping all that he could so he could calm himself down. You didn't respond, opting instead to focus on Caleb's hard length against your ass.

"Fuuuuuck, b-baby–" Caleb was cut off as something red was shoved into his mouth. His tongue ran over the object, his loud moan muffled against it when he realized you just shoved your panties into his mouth.

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BOOMSHAKALAKAAAAAAAAA

Thinking about riding Sylus’ face like this for the first time and him falling in love with the idea of you fucking his face regularly

You didn’t mean to get so carry away, but his tongue pushing inside your cunt so deep you swore you could feel the tip of it poke and prod at your cervix made your body speak for you.

Your grip was so tight on his head it was probably the first time in a while he actually winced on pain, but it felt good enough for his hand to reach down to his cock and start fisting it to the rhythm of your hips.

His large nose bumping against your clit was a delicious bonus when you began to feel yourself shiver while orgasming. Looking down to see him no longer looking up at you, but eyes closed and brows furrowed as if he was at peace. Relaxed.

And he was. His lips puckered around your clit as you ageist yourself to take in another orgasm. You were so cute, and your boyfriend knew how much you loved to overstimulate yourself so he sucked down on your clit like it was a pacifier. Swallowing your creamy cum that still had remnants of his own from earlier.

Sylus stopped stroking his own dick just to extend his arms out wide and take whatever you were willing to give him.

“I didn’t hurt you did I baby?” Your hands cup his face as you lie tired and limp in his warm arms, remembering how rough you were with him.

He chuckles, “You could never. We should do that more often, if you like.”

When he tells you he’s your prey for the evening he meant it. And he’s more than happy to succumb to every desire you want from him.

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I don’t even LIKE Caleb man butUHHH

smash~

NSFW— minors do not interact

cw— creampie

thinking abt Caleb’s big dick </3

you want to blame it on him, say it’s his fault and swear that he does it on purpose. but you know he’s not. he can’t help it that he’s so deliciously hung.

somehow he manages to tuck it into his pants in just the right way that leaves you wondering, but behind closed doors when the day is said and done it’s like he sets it loose. he walks around in his boxers or a baggy pair of pj pants, ones that barely contain the sizable bulge that tents under his waistband.

he’s not trying to seduce you but it works all the same.

you almost feel bad when he catches you ogling him. those pretty purple puppy dog eyes gaze down at you with a sinful innocence that makes you huff.

it’s thick and heavy. so so heavy it makes you drool just thinking about the feeling of it in your hands. it stands tall and proud and so pathetically hard for you. it’s pretty. so pretty in the way it seems to challenge you when it twitches and bobs for your attention.

he knows it’s big but he doesn’t know it’s big. he’s just been hauling it around with him all this time not knowing how full it’d make you. how you cry and push your palm against his abs as he humps in and out of you.

“too much too much!” you’d slur into the sheets and he wouldn’t know what to do. is his dick not supposed to be this big?? is he hurting you?? is it normal to feel every twitch and clench of your pussy from all sides like he is right now?? because it’s making him lose his damn mind.

“are you okay? d-does it hurt?” his voice is light but rough as if it was ripped from his diaphragm. the fingers that hold your waist tighten and dip into your skin as he forces himself to slow down.

you pant absentmindedly in response. your core burns violently in the best way possible. Caleb hits every spot all at once and each thrust stretches you out so good. his cock head kisses your g spot so firmly yet so tender, sending you spiraling into a filthy mess. he’s not even going as hard as you told him to and you’re about to cum all over him anyway.

“pips.” he calls. the bed dips beside your head as he leans over you, pressing a loving kiss to your temple and nuzzling into your cheek with his nose. your cunt hasn’t stopped trying to suck him in and he whines and whimpers into your neck in feeble resistance.

“i’m here. just—Caleb, you’re so biggg.” you drawl. “you give it to me so good can’t take it.”

he pulls away to look at you and his lips part to speak but the sexiest moan rips from his throat to interrupt him as you rut your hips back into him. his girthy length slides and catches on all the right ridges and you cry in ecstasy.

the coil in his abdomen suddenly snaps and he’s pumping the fattest of loads right into your womb and you feel it in your throat, the addicting heat swirls in your stomach and the gift keeps giving. it starts to spurt and leak, leaving a milky ring around the base of him, some spilling out to stain the sheets. ‘i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry’ his lips brush the shell of your ear as he chants and his chest presses into your back to anchor you.

all you can hear is the deafening squelching of his seed getting fucked into you and his pitchy wails of your name.

no wonder he’s so big. he’s just so full of creamy white love for you can you feel it? you’ll take it all for him right? :(

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PRONEBONE IS BEST POSITION DON’T @ ME

NSFW — caleb would loatheeee you trying to be quiet. he’s waited so long to have you this way after all the daydreams and fantasies that would distract him. the ones that would make him reread his source articles in academy because the image of your collarbones in that v neck from your hangout blurred the lines, the ones that would make him improvise in conversation with friends because he was too busy thinking about kissin up your spine to hear what they said. and after all that you want to hide away from him. uh uh.

he’d finally have you sprawled out on his huge comfy California king, pressed under the weight of his body in a nasty prone bone. his shoulders and sculpted biceps would be caging you in and his forehead would rest gently in the crook of your neck, suffocating in the smell of your sweat mixing with the perfume you always wear that drives him insane. you were completely trapped and it was delicious.

but here you were, shoving your face into the pillow and squeezing your eyes shut in hopes to find the strength to stop being so loud. your were embarrassed at how primal he could make you sound like your noises were being ripped from your chest at the feeling of him.

he’d hear the hitch of struggle in your voice once and his eyes shoot open and his brows pinch together. he lifts his head to look at you through droopy eyes. ‘w’ya doin’?‘ he slurs firmly. ‘stop it.’ he shifts to lean on his forearm and uses his other hand to grip your jaw and tilt your head up.

you let out a gasp into the thick sticky atmosphere but you still don’t seem to ease up and he whines in something close to agony at your muffled noises. ‘nooo please baby sing for me gimme ‘ur pretty voice.’

he’d get so impatient that he hooks his thumb into your mouth and pries it open, moaning at the drool that trickles down his wrist. he starts to fuck you as if he’s trying to thrust through you and you can’t help but cry out in bliss, right into his ear, as he rams right into that sweet spot that’s just for him.

it was like a mountain was just lifted off of his shoulders and the relief coursed through him like euphoria. ‘my pretty girl. nothin’ t’be scared of stop hidin fr’me. let caleb hear you, let him hear baby’ he’d coo absentmindedly. he has to try like never before not to cum in you right then.

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[nsfw!] dr.zayne taking you from behind

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Give? Give to me?

I'm BEGGING you to write Jayce x chubby!reader. On my knees istg. Love your work ❤️

𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

⇢ 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭, 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 & 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞

𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭! 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 (´-ω-`)

𝐒𝐅𝐖

✰ Jayce ADORES your body.

✰ Jayce isn’t just “fine” with you—he worships you. He loves how soft and plush you are, and he makes sure you know it. He doesn’t just casually compliment you; he makes a whole show out of it.

✰ If you’re insecure, he’s immediately shutting that down. “What do you mean?? That’s my favorite part. Every inch of you is perfect, babe.”

✰ He’s always touching you—whether it’s resting a hand on your thigh, pulling you into his lap, or running his fingers along your arms and waist. He’s obsessed with the way your body feels against his, how there’s no sharp angles, just warmth.

✰ He loves seeing you in tight clothes. You might feel a bit shy about it, but to him, it’s heaven. A body-hugging dress? A fitted blouse that highlights your curves? He’s struggling to keep his hands to himself.

✰ “You don’t even know how unfair you are,” he murmurs in your ear, hands sneaking around your waist.

✰ He’s a big guy, but he still thinks you’re the one who’s perfect for cuddling.

✰ Jayce is HUGE—broad shoulders, solid muscle, built like a damn statue. But when it comes to cuddling, he thinks you’re perfect.

✰ He’ll often just collapse onto you, resting his head on your chest or lap, claiming it’s “the most comfortable pillow in all of Piltover.”

✰ He’s obsessed with holding you, especially when you’re lying in bed. He loves draping an arm over your stomach or wrapping around you from behind. He likes feeling you there, soft and warm against him.

✰ If you ever complain about feeling “too heavy” to sit on his lap? He looks offended. “Babe, do you know how much I lift every day? You think I can’t handle you? Sit.”

✰ He spoils you, and he won’t take no for an answer.

✰ If you ever hesitate to buy nice clothes because of sizing issues or self-consciousness, Jayce takes it personally. He insists on finding you pieces that make you feel stunning. “If they don’t make your size, we’ll get it custom-made. Problem solved.”

✰ He’s your biggest hype man.

✰ He hypes you up constantly—if you’re trying on outfits, walking down the street, or just existing, he’s there, hyping you up.

✰ “You’re the most beautiful person in any room you walk into,” he says, and you can hear the sincerity in his voice.

✰ If anyone dares to make a rude comment about your weight? Jayce loses it. He’s instantly at your side, towering over whoever said it, his usual easygoing demeanor vanishing. “Say that again. I dare you.”

✰ But more than defending you, he makes sure you don’t believe those words. He reminds you every day how much he adores you.

✰ Loves lifting you

✰ He finds any excuse to pick you up—bridal style, over his shoulder, whatever he can get away with.

✰ If you’re hesitant about it, he’ll prove to you just how easy it is for him. He lifts you effortlessly, flexing his muscles just to show off. “Told you,” he smirks.

✰ He loves feeling your soft thighs around his waist when you wrap your legs around him.

✰ Loves laying his head on your soft stomach after a long day. “This is heaven,” he mumbles against your skin.

✰ He adores giving you massages—his big, strong hands kneading into your plush thighs, rubbing your back, or pressing into your shoulders after a stressful day.

✰ Always grabs a handful of your thigh when he’s driving, idly stroking your skin.

✰ If you have dimples, stretch marks, or any little details you’re insecure about, he makes sure you know they’re beautiful. He’ll trace them with his fingers and murmur sweet things against your skin.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

✰ Jayce loses his mind when he gets you naked. The way your body spreads out on the bed? The way your plush thighs press together? He’s HARD before he even touches you.

✰ He loves grabbing handfuls of you. Your hips, your waist, your thighs—he kneads and squeezes as he fucks into you, groaning about how perfect you feel.

✰ If you’re on top, he worships the way your body moves with each movement. He grips your hips, watches you ride him, eyes glazed over with pure lust. “Fuck, babe—keep going, let me see you.”

✰ He loves eating you out. He’ll grab your thick thighs and press them apart, burying himself between them, kissing and biting and sucking at your inner thighs before finally eating you like a man starved.

✰ “You taste so fucking sweet,” he groans against you.

✰ He lives for pressing you against a surface—bending you over a desk, pinning you against a wall, keeping you trapped between his broad chest and whatever’s behind you.

✰ He’s obsessed with the feeling of your plush thighs gripping him while he pounds into you. He’ll grab your legs, hold them apart, and lose himself in the feeling of your softness around him.

✰ “You’re the best thing I’ve ever fucking had,” he groans, voice rough as he fucks into you.

✰ He groans every time he palms your ass, running his hands over your thick thighs, gripping your love handles like they were made for him to hold.

✰ "Fuck, babe," he mutters, his big hands roaming your body. "You have no idea how perfect you are."

✰ He makes it a point to show you just how much he loves every soft, thick, plush inch of you-especially if you're insecure. He wants you to feel sexy.

✰ "You think I want someone else when I could have this?" he growls, gripping your ass and pulling you against his hard cock.

✰ He loves marking you up—your neck, your shoulders, your thighs. He wants to see bruises, bites, little love marks that remind you just how much he wants you.

✰ Aftercare is just as intense. He adores holding you afterward, pulling you close against his chest, stroking your back while whispering how much he loves you.

Jayce doesn’t just tolerate your body—he loves it, worships it, is utterly obsessed with it. He wants to make sure you never feel insecure, never doubt your worth, and always know just how deeply he desires you. Whether he’s holding you close, lifting you effortlessly, or showing you just how good he can make you feel—he’s there, making sure you know he’s never letting you go.

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SYLUS RAAAAAHHHHHHH

glorious evol-ultion!

✶ L&DS x gn! reader

word count ✺ 2.9K

summary ✺ you discover you can use your evol to make your own strap-on, & it lets you feel everything.

warning ✺ minors DNI! pegging, top! reader, bottom! LIs, misuse of evol lol, reader is gender neutral & afab. individual warnings for each blurb. based on this post. reblogs & comments are very appreciated <3 happy belated valentine’s day

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Xavier — cockwarming, bratty! Xavier, dom! reader, degradation, pet names (my moon, bunny), maybe hints at somnophilia, Xavier is so disobedient but he’s cute while doing it so…

You rest your head on Xavier's shoulder, nipping kisses into his skin. His skin is flushed all the way down his back and across his neck. You peer over at his unnaturally quiet form. You bite down on his skin harder, fishing for a reaction.

“What's on your mind, bunny?”

Finally, you get to him. His breath comes out ragged, and he thrusts imperceptibly backwards. You wouldn't have noticed if your focus wasn’t completely on him. You reach down, wrapping an arm around his waist and holding him flush against you. He tries to grind against your strap again, but you're ready for his bratty behavior this time. You hold his hips still against your own, denying him the relief you know he’s craving. You’ve denied him over and over again, and you’ll keep denying him until he learns his lesson.

He lets out a long, low moan, tipping his head backwards. He peeks over at you with desperate eyes.

“My moon, please, please, please fuck me. Need you…hng– so bad.” His voice is sweet and patient, but you know it’s just a cover. You pull him closer, which makes your strap fit deeper in him.

You grit your teeth as you feel him clench desperately around you. Or, technically around your evol. But your evol is so strongly connected to your own senses that the energy you’ve poured into your phantom dick feels so real.

You drag your teeth over the soft cartilage of his ear. “Don't act so innocent now, Xavier. You were a fucking brat all day. What makes you think I'll give you what you want?”

He groans in frustration. His hand shoots out to wrap around his throbbing, aching dick, not caring about the consequences. It takes you a split second to realize, and when you do, you slap his hand away.

You tut, jerking his chin so that he has to look back at you. “Such an impatient fucking brat. That’s why I need to train you, bunny.”

He cries out desperately at the lack of attention to his cock and his prostate. He pleads, too far gone to care about how much he’s submitting to you. “Please, baby. I know you need it too.”

You squish his cheeks, watching as he pouts into your touch. “Do I? I can control myself, unlike you. You’re just a dumb bunny, desperate to get off without a care in the world. You get too desperate when you fuck a hole, or when you’re getting fucking. I need to teach you, or you’ll be too horny to think straight.”

Xavier cries out again, but he doesn’t make a move to get you to stimulate his prostate, so you reward him with a sweet kiss. He tries to deepen it, but you pull away with a smile. You snuggle into him, taking a deep breath into his hair. You run your hand back down his chest, resting it gently over his waist.

“Come on, Xav. If you’re a good boy and sleep like this, I’ll fuck you when we wake up, okay?”

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Sylus — belly bulge, missionary, service/sub top! reader, creampie, overstimulation, hints at multiple rounds, sylus is a size queen, little bit of dacryphilia, praise (r receiving), sylus talks you through fucking him

It’s hard to breathe with Sylus’s tight hole wrapped so beautifully around your strap. You get it now, why he gets so lost in pleasure when he fucks you. And now that you’re fucking him, you never want to stop. You feel like some kind of uncontrollable beast. Your kisses against his lips are spit-slicked and downright hungry. Your thrusts are fast and mean. Nothing on this Earth can pull either of you away from each other.

Sylus, to his credit, takes your pace like he was made for it. He’s laying with his back arching off the mattress, and his legs around your waist keep your strap deep inside him. Thank god for your dedicated hunter training, otherwise you wouldn't be able to hold yourself up above him this long. 

You feel like a desperate mess. Even your evol is out of control. It leaks essence against his hole, making your strokes wet and easy. You wonder if you can fuck him hard enough to draw an actual orgasm out of your evol strap. The thought makes you moan, and you fuck him harder and deeper, deserate to see yourself leaking out of him.

The pleasure is so overwhelming that you blink in surprise when his large hand comes up to brush your cheek, drying your tears. You hadn’t even realized that you were crying. 

Sylus gasps at a particularly deep thrust. “So good, sweetheart. You’re fucking me so good. Can feel you in my throat.” His words slur together because of the pleasure, and you take it as a motivator to keep going.

You squeeze your eyes shut. “Fuck. Don’t say that. I won’t be able to hold on much longer.”

He grins. His next words are slow and tantalizing. “Who said you had to hold yourself back? Give it to me, sweetheart. I can take it.”

His words and his roaming touch send you spiraling. His legs hold you against him so tight that you can barely pull back, but you make up for it with how deep your thrusts are. You just want to fill him up as much as you can.

Sylus throws his head back against the pillow suddenly, and his hands claw desperately at your biceps. You wish you had your phone, so that you can record his loud, whorish moans. You stare down where you're being sucked into his desperate hole, and that's when you notice what made him lose his composure.

Your strap is girthier than it had been moments ago. And if you focus, you can feel how much deeper it's reaching. Your innate desire to fill him up has made you a perfect fit for him. 

You stare down at his stomach, mesmerized. As you continue fucking him, your hand reaches out shakily to press your hand against the bulge that has formed from your enlarged evol cock. You keep pressing, even as Sylus convulses around you. He releases all over his own chest, and you fuck him through his orgasm.

Your eyes roll back as you feel your evol spill into him, hot and thick. 

You gasp, trying to catch your breath from all the energy you'd exerted. When you come down from your high, you stare with wet, pleading eyes at Sylus, who looks dazed. You pat the bulge in his stomach lovingly, making him twitch at the overstimulation.

“Sy, can you give me just one more? Please, I promise this will be the last one.”

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Zayne — cowgirl, zayne is on top and in control, reader is desperate and drunk on zayne’s hole, finger sucking, oral mention (r receiving), zayne bounces on it like a professional

You thrust your hips upwards on instinct. You know you’ve made a mistake the moment you do, but you can’t help yourself. You curl your fingers into the duvet to control yourself better. It takes a few careful breaths to remember the instructions that your boyfriend had given you. 

It takes everything in you not to thrust your strap deeper into Zayne’s hole. How can anyone blame you, with the sight before you? Zayne is just sitting so prettily on your lap. His thick thighs press against your hips on either side, and his poor, neglected cock rests on your stomach. It spurts pre cum every now and then, but otherwise, Zayne is the epitome of control.

He stares down at you, and you can practically feel the scolding at the tip of his tongue. He moves to lift off your strap, and you reach your hands out to hold his hips down, keeping him in place.

You babble desperately, hoping you can convince your boyfriend to forgive you. “‘M sorry, Zayne. Didn’t mean to be bad. You just feel so good. Please, I wanna make you feel good!”

He tuts disapprovingly. His hands caress your skin gently, trailing up your hips and waist. Your eyes flutter shut as he brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, his other fingers pressing against your cheek. You take his thumb into your mouth like you know he wants. You know your eyes are wide and wet and dumb as you stare up at him desperately, silently begging for more. He presses his thumb against your tongue, watching you drool all over the digit.

“Are you going to be good and let me use you, my love?” His voice is calm and grounding, and it brings you back to him. 

During any other circumstance, Zayne would loathe to use you for his own pleasure. He has spent many, many evenings unwinding with his face buried between your legs. But today is different. You want…no, you need this. You’re still not used to your evol-powered strap, but that's okay. That’s why Zayne is here, to help you think with your head instead of with the energy coursing between your legs.

You nod, hoping he can see how badly you need him to use you right now. And because it's Zayne and he always knows what you need, he lifts off your dick slowly before sinking back down. 

You gnaw on his thumb as he finds a rhythm, watching his face pinch in pleasure as he bounces on your strap. His heavy-lidded eyes peel open so that he can look down at you. You whine around his finger, pleading. For what you’re not entirely sure. Zayne pulls his thumb out of your mouth with a soft ‘pop’.

Before you can complain, he leans down, arching his chest into yours and capturing your lips against his in a sweet, soothing kiss. 

He pulls away slightly so that he can stare into your eyes, but a string of saliva keeps him connected to you. His smile is gentle.

“So good for me, my love. Do you think you can cum inside me like this?”

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Rafayel — backshots, rafayel is a good boy i promise, he’s also cockdrunk, marking & slapping (m receiving), creampie, mention of a threesome with a certain someone….., rafayel is glued to your strap 24/7

“You didn’t answer my question, Rafayel.”

Poor Rafayel doesn’t answer. How can he, with the way you’re pounding into him? The grip you have on his waist is intoxicating. With each thrust, you dig your nails into his skin, knowing it will leave crescent-shaped marks later. 

It will just add to the other marks you’ve painted across his body. You’re no artist of his talent, but there’s something about the way that you can use his body like your own private canvas that makes you want to leave as many marks as you can. 

Rafayel still doesn’t answer you, or even acknowledge you at all. He’s too busy drooling over the covers and moaning out incomprehensible praises. His arch is deep as he presses back against your mean pace, and you’re certain he’s too cockdrunk to realize that you’re even speaking.

You land a sharp slap against his round ass, which is already red with the impression of your palm. He cries out at the impact, so you caress him gently in apology, watching it jiggle with every slam of your hips against his.

You sing-song his name mockingly, “Raf-a-yel. Is my good boy still with me? Or is he too dumb to answer?”

He whimpers in response. “No, ah! I-I’m here! ‘M your good boy, I promise.”

You reward him with another deep thrust. “So answer me, where do you want me to cum on you?”

You and Rafayel have been experimenting with your evol, and you’ve made the wonderful discovery that your dick can cum at your will. You’ve been testing the evol strap in as many ways that you can, in every location and every position that comes to mind. And Rafayel is being so good, helping you discover your favorite ways to fuck him. So far, full nelson has made you cum the most, but something about doggy is making you feral. Something about seeing Rafayel so desperate, so pliant, so vulnerable to your touch…it’s exhilarating.

Rafayel seems to agree, if the way his cock leaks onto the bed is any indication. He would do anything you asked him to, in this state of mind. You don’t know what to do with that kind of power over him. 

“I-inside, please?”

You reach down, stroking his neglected cock mercifully. He fucks himself back against your cock, matching the rhythm of your hips and strokes. 

“Please,” he gasps out. “I’m so close!”

You smile down at his arching back. “Yeah? Gonna cum for me? Come on, I want to see you fall apart on my cock.”

His arch gets deeper the harder you pound into him. Your rhythm is so off now, it's a joke. He can’t match your thrusts anymore, so he just drops his upper body against the bed and lets you have your way with him. His whines get so loud and needy, and it encourages you to push you both over the edge, until your evol fills deep inside of him.

Rafayel’s hands scramble over his back, searching for your’s blindly. You soften, intertwining your fingers with his as he comes down from his high. He flops onto his back, legs all jelly-like. You lay beside him, massaging his legs comfortingly.

“I have an idea for next time. You know that friend you made in the N109 Zone? What if we—”

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Caleb — sub! caleb, mean! reader, oral sex (r receiving), boot humping, make up sex?, degradation, dacryphilia, reader & caleb match each other’s freaks, little bit of angst, little bit of s&m, caleb straight up worships reader

“I’m sorry.”

You deliver another slap to his face. There’s no strength behind it, but you need Caleb to know how upset he’s made you. You could never bring yourself to actually hurt him. But he left you, and you’re so angry.

Your voice is hoarse as you say, “I thought you were dead. You– you let me think you were dead. And now that I have you back, you think you can leave?”

He opens his mouth to explain again that he needs to go to Skyhaven for whatever stupid reason, but you don’t want to hear it. You grab his chin and force him to look up at you. You can only imagine how you look—tears of anger and grief streaming down your cheeks with your evol strap fisted in your other hand.

You stare down at him coldly, though your heart twinges at the tears falling down his own cheeks. You drag the leaking tip of your dick against his pouting lips, smearing your essence against them. Your evol mixes with his salty tears.

“How about you make it up to me?” You ask coyly. Truth be told, you’re not all that mad at him. You’re grateful that he’s alive. But if he’s offering himself to you like this, if he’s on his knees begging for your forgiveness, you’ll take, and take, and take.

You press your tip against his lips messily, watching him lick it gently. You know he doesn’t mean to tease you with his kitten licks, but you’re impatient. Your brows pinch in pleasure as you force him to take you deeper into his mouth. His cheeks hollow, and he grabs your hips for stability as he slides your dick in and out of his mouth. 

He pops off, letting your strap slap against his face gently. He nuzzles his face against it, staring up at you like nothing else exists but you and him. “You have the power to command me.”

You stare down at him. His eyes are large and desperate, and he looks up at you like you’re a divine being for him to worship. Your hand digs into his hair, tugging on it just because you can.

His voice is low and pleading as he whispers, “Use me. Use me, because I am yours. I will always crawl back to you. They can’t keep me away from you.”

His promise makes you smile. Because that's what his words are—a promise that he will never leave you again.

You have to reward his loyalty. You press the sole of your boot against his aching cock. You can feel how hard he is, even over his pants. When he lifts his hips, grinding up against your boot, you give him more. You’ll always give him what he wants.

As he finds relief in grinding and humping your leg, you press your strap back against his eager lips. Your fingers dig into the back of his head, and you fuck his mouth fast and hard. More than anything, you need to see your cum all over his face. To claim him.

You make your own promise to him, “If you ever try to leave me again, I will lock you up, and I’ll make sure no one takes you away from me.”

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𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

choso, nanami, toji, itadori, etc...

contains: fem!reader, rough sex, teasing, dirty talk, multiple positions, masturbation, sub! , squirting, cumming through pants, etc...

choso kamo:

choso who would already be panting. out breath as you place a small kiss on his lips, his eyes hazily looking at you begging for more of your heated touches that causes his cock to stiffen in his pants. giving a full outline of his huge twitching cock that was resting on his thighs almost reaching his knees. it drives you mad how innocent his eyes were staring at your lips, wanting more, innocently not knowing what to do while he holds such a weapon between his legs.

"yes baby just like this open your mouth for me" you warm breath fan against his wet puffy lips- red from how long you have spent sucking on them, biting them between your teeth. choso stare at your lips hungrily as he slowly parts his lips, waiting for your next move. his breath hitch as you close the distance between you again- but this time something warm and wet slides through his lips, entering his mouth.

his eyes rolls at the sensation, at the same time you roll your tongue against his. sloppily sucking his tongue into your mouth. mixing your spit with his. it's your turn to gasp as choso whimpers before he shoves his whole body weight into yours. drool slips past your lips, and choso doesn't hesitate as he licks it up with his tongue before he slips his tongue back in. messily stroking his tongue against yours.

he looked like a dog in heat, his spit was everywhere mixing with yours. he was devouring your mouth like you just gave him his favorite treat. you moan into his mouth as you feel him rotting his fat cock against your thighs, before you feel his cock twitching and a warm wet liquid spurt into the fabric of his pants.

choso was whining into your lips, but he doesn't stop suckling. not even when his body trembls against yours from the sudden orgasm.

nanami kento:

nanami roughly place you on his lap as you make your way toward his desk. seductively yet teasingly swaying your hips. you knew these past few days nanami has been pant up because of work so you're here to make him feel better. you can feel how greedy he was from the way his large hands were rooming every inch of your body, sliding under the dress you were wearing and gripping your perky ass under your panties.

he places his nose in the crock of your neck. inhaling your scent in causing him to growl lowly. you can already feel his hard cock against your thighs. throbbing as you gently run your fingers through his blonde locks. messaging his sculp and placing kissing now and then. nanami finally raise his head from your neck and hungrily stare at you, wanting nothing more then to devour you right here.

"fuck i want to eat your wet pussy baby" he grumbles against your lips, as his fingers make their way to your cunt. his whole palm surrounding it. "can you please let me eat it?" he breathsly mutters, before he capture your lips in to his, groaning at the taste of you. he's been craving to have you like this. to feel your body heat on his.

it all seems to overwhelm him. your wet tongue messily sliding against his. your drool leaving your lips and landing on his. your thighs grinding against his leaking cock. your hot breath mixing with his. it all seems to set him off. because the next thing you knew.

nanami breaks off the kiss, throwing his head back against his chair. whimpering as you feel his cock throb, his fingers digging in into your thighs. your eyes trail down his pants. a growing wet spot now visible on it. he looks up at you, panting and speechless, confused expression on his face because this has never happened to him and he didn’t even know it was possible.

toji fushiguru:

"did ya miss me?" toji whispers into the shell of your ear, taking your lobe between his teeth to suckle on. you whimper had his gut tightening in arousal. a sigh escaped your lips as you gave him more access to kiss down your jaw and neck.

"mhm, it was lonely without you," a shiver crawls up your spine at toji's big hands caressing you. he licks up your neck, feeling a familiar bulge at your backside.

"I had to listen to you play with that sweet cunt through im not gonna wait no more" he grunts into your ear. back in that motel he had stroked his cock alongside your moans, filling his ears with the sounds of your wet pussy. you were so needy and slutty that night, whining filth into the phone while he was cities away.

toji roughly grabs your face and slam his lips into yours not giving you any time to complain. he growls into your mouth as you gently start suckling on his tongue, he breaks off the kiss leaving a string of spit connecting both of your tongues.

his body shakes heatness filling every inch of him. he couldn't help the whine that left him as his sensitive cock start twitching against his boxer. his balls swollen ready to empty any moment.

you stare at him confused as he hides his flushed face into your neck. "fuck baby the things that you do to me" he mutters waiting for his cock to calm down after the embarrassing orgasm he had.

itadori yuji:

itadori never did this before. of course he had a lot of heated moment with you inside your bed of his bed. but he never did anything outside. in public to be more specific. because your cute little boyfriend can't handle such thing, you would give him an innocent kiss on his neck and his cock would already be ragging ready to fuck you.

you would press your lips against his ear wanting to whisper something to him in class and he would already be biting on his lips holding back in a whimper as your warm breath tickles his sensitive ear. and the list goes on, something as simple as holding his hand in public would have him flushed and whinning about going back to your dorm for him to have your sweet pussy against him.

and today wasn't any difference. you were at your boyfriend basketball match. trying to support him and hype him up. and of course after the match he wins you sneak into his changing room to give him a little gift and congrats him.

but as soon as you enter his locker, itadori was all over you. pinning you against the locker just to shove his tongue directly into your mouth. luckily it was just you and him. the room was filled with the sloppy sounds that you're kissing made. it seems to turn you on because you found yourself placing your hand on his visible hard on.

but as soon as your hand make connect with his cock through the fabric of his shorts. itadori trembles. and you feel something squirting against the fabric. but that doesn't stop itadori from grabbing both of your thighs and holding your weight up.

walking over to the bench where he lays down and place your pussy directly on his face after all he needed some water after playing basketball.

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Hii! Could I pretty please request a jayce×reader smut. I was thinking about collage!jayce and reader having a game night with friends. In the heat of the moment, playing some game where you are dependent on other's players willingness (like how in catan you can trade with other players or in monopoly you can buy the get out of jail card from someone), reader was really close to winning and just needed jayce to sell her something or trade with her or whatever and said something along the line of "I'll suck you off just trade with me", half joking (everyone laughing, jayce gives in etc...). And after everyone's gone home he's just there like "so... that was a joke, right". Just pathetic desperate jayce because that who he is.

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𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - 𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✰⍣..𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤- 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.

⇢𝐧𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲/𝐧, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭, 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢, 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐣𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞!!, 𝐬𝐮𝐛! 𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐲 (´ ω `♡) 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. 𝐎𝐡𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞....

The apartment is packed, the living room floor covered in game boards, beer bottles, and half-eaten snacks.

The air is thick with the kind of competitive energy that only comes from college students taking a game night way too seriously. You're sprawled out on the couch, eyes locked on the board in front of you, planning your next move with the intensity of someone about to make history.

Jayce is across from you, lounging back against the couch, one arm draped over the cushions, the other lazily holding his cards. He's been giving you shit all night, blocking your trades, refusing to sell you what you need, smirking every time you groan in frustration. Smug, cocky, completely in his element.

You're one move away from winning.

One stupid trade away. And of course, the only person who has what you need is Jayce fucking Talis. You glance at his cards, then at his face, and sigh dramatically.

"Jayce, come on. Just trade with me."

He grins, tapping his fingers against his chin like he's deep in thought, though you both know he's just drawing this out to be annoying.

"Mmm, nah. I don't think I will."

You throw your hands up. "Jayce, be serious. I literally just need that one fucking card."

He shrugs, clearly enjoying watching you suffer. "And I literally just don't feel like trading."

Groans erupt around the room. Vi shakes her head. "Jayce, just give it to her. It's not that deep."

Jayce smirks. "Nope."

You narrow your eyes, leaning forward, playing up the frustration, letting your voice drop into something sweet, teasing. "Jayce," you say, slow, deliberate, "I will literally suck your dick if you just trade with me."

The room goes silent for half a second before erupting into laughter.

Mel chokes on her drink. Caitlyn smacks Vi on the arm, doubling over.

Ekko leans back, eyebrows raised, looking genuinely impressed.

Jayce, though-Jayce freezes. His mouth opens slightly, like his brain is trying to catch up with his body, like the words are sinking in too slow. His eyes flick to yours, and for a moment, you swear you see something shift.

Something desperate, something raw.

But then the laughter drags him back, and he forces out a chuckle, shaking his head like it's nothing.

"You're so full of shit," he mutters, handing over the card with a roll of his eyes. "Fine. Take it. Jesus."

You grab it, grinning, and slam it onto the board. "That's game!" Cheers and groans echo through the room as you throw your hands up in victory, barely catching the way Jayce watches you, barely noticing the way he doesn't laugh as easily as the others.

—

The night winds down after that, everyone packing up, finishing drinks, stretching as they gather their things.

One by one, they leave, Vi and Caitlyn arguing about some rule from earlier, Mel throwing you a knowing look before disappearing out the door.

Jayce is still sitting on the couch, legs spread wide, his hands flexing against his thighs like he's trying to get himself under control. He hasn't moved since the door shut behind your last friend. Just staring, lips parted, golden-brown eyes locked onto you like he's still processing what happened hours ago.

Like he's been waiting.

Like he's barely holding himself together.

You stretch, pretending not to notice the way his gaze drops to the sliver of skin revealed where your hoodie rides up. "Guess I should clean up."

Jayce swallows hard. His voice is rough, low, almost careful when he finally speaks. "So, uh... that was a joke, right?"

You turn, giving him an innocent look.

"What was?"

He drags a hand down his face, groaning. "You know what."

You blink, tilting your head, playing dumb. "You mean when I said l'd suck your dick if you traded with me?"

Jayce actually whimpers.

His head drops back against the couch, his fingers tightening on his thighs, and you swear you see him press his knees together like he's physically trying to stop himself from reacting. He looks wrecked, already ruined, like he's been holding onto the thought all fucking night. His cock twitches in his sweats, barely concealed, already half-hard just from hearing you say it again.

"Fuck," he mutters, eyes squeezed shut. "Don't say it like that."

You bite back a grin, stepping closer, watching the way his breath shudders when you move toward him. "Why not?"

Jayce opens his eyes, and he looks so desperate it almost makes you laugh.

His pupils are blown, his lips parted, his whole body tense like he's about to snap. "Because," he groans, shifting in his seat, looking down at where his cock is already straining against his sweats, "I've been hard since you said it, okay?"

You blink. "Wait."

Jayce groans again, covering his face with one hand. "Since the game."

You stare, heat curling in your stomach. "Jayce."

He lets his head drop back again, groaning into his palm. "Fuck. I knew it. You're gonna make fun of me."

You smirk, stepping between his knees, reaching out to tug his hand away from his face. "Oh, I'm absolutely going to make fun of you."

Jayce lets out the most pathetic little noise, somewhere between a whimper and a plea. His thighs spread wider, inviting, instinctive, like he wants you to take advantage of him. His breath is heavy, ragged, like just the thought of what's about to happen is ruining him. "I-fuck, I don't care. Just-" He swallows, golden-brown eyes flicking up to yours, dark and pleading. "Just, please. Please..."

You drag your fingers down his chest, watching the way his abs tense, feeling how warm his skin is through the fabric. "So desperate," you murmur, grinning.

Jayce nods immediately. "Yeah. Yeah, i'm desperate. So fucking desperate. You've been teasing me all night, and I-fuck-please, just-"

You don't even let him finish before you drop to your knees between his spread thighs. His whole body jerks, a shuddered gasp escaping his lips as his head falls back against the couch.

His hands tremble where they grip the cushions. "Fuck."

You trail your fingers over the outline of his cock, feeling how hard, how thick, how absolutely wrecked he already is. He twitches under your touch, his hips lifting slightly, chasing any friction. "You've been sitting here like this all night?" you hum, pressing your palm down just to hear him whine.

Jayce nods frantically, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "I couldn't stop thinking about it. Couldn't stop thinking about you on your knees, about that pretty mouth-oh, fuck-"

You squeeze lightly, watching him tremble. "Then you should've just asked, Jayce."

He groans, his hips bucking up into your touch, his hands fisting the couch like he's trying not to just grab your head and make you take him already. "Please," he begs, voice wrecked, desperate.

"Please, I can't-| need-"

You grin. "You need what?"

Jayce actually sobs. "Please suck my cock."

Who are you to deny him?

—

Jayce is in heaven.

Completely fucking gone, wrecked, brainless with pleasure, golden-brown eyes fluttering shut, his breath coming out in ragged, desperate gasps as you work him over. He's sprawled out on the couch, legs spread wide, hands gripping the cushions like he's barely holding himself together. His body is shaking-tensing and shuddering with every slow, deliberate slide of your lips over his cock.

You hum around him, letting your tongue drag along the underside, teasing, making him feel every inch of it. He chokes on a whimper, his hips jerking up instinctively before he forces himself back down, knowing better than to move without permission.

"F-fuck-" His voice wobbles, high and needy, already so desperate, already so far gone. His fingers twitch against the couch, itching to grab your hair, to pull, to push— but he doesn't. Because you didn't tell him he could.

You pull back slightly, letting his cock slip from your lips with an obscene wet sound, stroking him slow, teasing.

"You wanna touch me, Jayce?"

His head snaps up, nodding frantically, golden-brown eyes glassy, pleading. "Y-yeah-oh, f-fuck-please, please-"

You hum, dragging your fingers up his thigh, tracing patterns against his skin, watching as he shudders, barely able to handle even the softest touch. "Mmm. I don't know, baby. You're not really being patient, are you?"

Jayce whimpers.

Actually, fucking whimpers. His abs clench, his cock twitching against your palm, already leaking, already so fucking needy.

"I-I-fuck—" His breath shatters, his head tipping back against the couch, his lips parting in the prettiest moan as you squeeze around his length. "I'll be good-I'll be s-so good for you, I swear-"

You smirk, dragging your nails lightly over his stomach, watching him suck in a breath, his whole body going tense. "You sure about that?"

Jayce nods frantically, his hands still fisting the couch, his thighs trembling beneath your palms. "Y-yeah-yes, I swear, I swear-p-please-"

You lean in, licking a slow stripe along the head of his cock, teasing him with just the tip of your tongue. His whole body jerks, a wrecked sob breaking from his throat.

"F-fuck-oh, f-fuck-" His voice cracks, completely pathetic, completely desperate. His fingers twitch, but he doesn't move, doesn't touch, doesn't do anything he's not allowed to.

"Good boy," you murmur, wrapping your lips around him again, sinking down, taking him deep, swallowing around him as you feel his whole body seize up beneath you.

Jayce lets out the most broken moan.

His hands fly up— hovering-not grabbing, not pushing, just trembling in the air like he doesn't know what to do with himself. His brain is melting, crumbling, breaking apart at the edges.

"Oh, f-fuck, baby-" His voice is high and breathless, so fucking gone already. His hips twitch, his thighs shake, his golden-brown eyes flutter shut as he lets out the prettiest fucking gasp.

"You feel so good-ohhh-f-feel so perfect, s-so fucking perfect, love your mouth, baby, f-fuck, love you s-so much-"

You hum, taking him deeper, sucking hard, watching his abs flex, watching his head tip back, completely wrecked.

Jayce whines.

Loud, desperate, needy. His fingers twitch in the air before he finally lets them settle on your head, not pushing, just petting, just stroking, his voice breaking as he babbles more nonsense.

"You're s-so good-s-so good to me, baby, s-so fucking perfect, I-love you, love your mouth, I-love the way you— oh, f-fuck-"

His hips twitch forward before he jerks back, groaning, forcing himself still. "S-sorry, baby, s-sorry-f-fuck-w-won't move, I promise-"

You grin around him, dragging your nails down his thighs, watching him shudder, his cock pulsing against your tongue. "You're so obedient," you murmur, voice warm, teasing.

"Such a desperate little thing for me, huh?"

Jayce lets out the neediest fucking moan you've ever heard.

"Yes-ohhh, f-fuck-yes, f-fuck, I'm-" His voice shatters, his hands fisting in your hair, still not pulling, still just holding on for dear fucking life.

He's so fucking close. You can feel it in the way he tenses beneath you, in the way his breath comes out in uneven little gasps, in the way his hips jerk forward before he whimpers, forcing himself back down.

"B-baby, please-" His voice cracks, golden-brown eyes wide and pleading, so fucking gone for you.

"P-please, sweetheart, I-let me cum, please-"

And fuck—

You let him.

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your boyfriends fat cock was so sensitive, his mushroomy red tip was leaking with white precum dripping down to the thickness of his cock that was surrounded with veins pumping with blood. he had a hairy happy trail connecting his belly button to his delicious dick.

he was looking down at you with heavy eyes filled with lust as you place a gentle wet kiss on his angry fat tip. his hips immediately thrust into your mouth as a reflex begging for more. "mmmmm-! baby please-".

you coo at him before circling his clit with your wet tongue licking every drop of precum before sucking his tip inside your mouth with a sloppy pop. you knew how crazy it drove him when you suck his sensitive tip like that.

his head drop into the coach while his veiny hands rest on his face trying to hide the lewd faces he's making as he whines hips shuttering the harder you suck. your other hand start trailing to his balls squeezing them in your soft hands.

your boyfriend gasp as he feels his cock hitting the back of your throat he couldn't help the whiney pleading that left his mouth. and you couldn't hell the way your wet pussy was basically humping his leg.

you feel his rough hands gripping on you'd hair trying to pull you back. "baby-! nghhh- pull back i feel weird-". his eyes widen as he feels the sudden urge to piss everywhere at how sensitive his cock was.

but that only motivate you to suck his cock harder, squeezing your throat as tight as you were squeezing his balls. "stop-! ahhhhh mmmmm I'm going to piss- stop!". your boyfriend moan out the pleasure shooting up his abdomen before you feel a hot liquid gushing down your throat.

your eyes roll back moaning on his cock at the taste while your boyfriend lays down beneath you twitching after you sucked the life out of him.

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This was the first and BEST Viktor audio I’ll ever hear-

im gonna try to get some writing done this week

but until then

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