oh yeah. god forbid johnny is a little curious after hearing your unyielding cries and moans through the wall last night. it’s not his fault he wants to know what all the fuss is about. it can’t be as great as you’re advertising.
and of course he’s rummaging through your drawers to find yours. no he isn’t buying his own when yours is just waiting for him, tucked beneath your nearly folded underwear. it’s already charged up and everything!
it doesn’t take him long to get hard, not when he’s surrounded by all of your things, your smell, your sheets, the underwear he dug through to find your toy. he’s sporting a stiffy in no time at all.
he starts as usual, stroking up and down, gripping harder at the base and thrusting his hips up into his palm. standard procedure.
when he’s nearly halfway there, that’s when he turns the toy on. studying the mechanics before positioning it directly above his tip.
he’s cumming instantly, and harder than he’s ever cum before. he bucks his hips involuntarily, rubbing his bare ass all over your nice, clean sheets.
he doesn’t have time to do anything about it, though, because you’ve just opened the front door, ready to unwind after a terrible day at work.
he does what he can to conceal the evidence, giving the toy a sloppy wipe against his shirt before running to greet you like nothing happened at all.
breathless and a bit red, he asks you about your day.
“you’re being weird, johnny...”
and god if the disgusted look you give him doesn’t make him hard all over again.
“….i’m going to my room.”
you pull your toy out of your drawer and immediately throw it back down. johnny’s cum glistens on the red silicone.
and maybe you smear the leftover cum all over your clit, and maybe you moan extra loud, just to make sure he can hear you.
Mean owner! Price who snaps at Bunny hybrid! Reader after they accidentally break the nice ceramic bowl that he gave them for meals. You were just mad you got healthy yucky pellets!!! You wanted cake!!! (´∩｀。)
But he quickly feels bad because you give him the silent treatment. Refusing his pets, hiding under tables. You even refuse grooming time!!! You loved when he would brush your hair for you!! (╥ ω ╥)
So while you’re sleeping he gently scoops you up with those thick arms of his. giving you small kisses and coos while you wake up. And when you try to escape, legs kicking and wiggling with all your might! he just traces your hole. His finger against it. Finally pushing in when you whined enough. His two thick fingers pumping over and over as he whispers small apologies to you.
“Oh, I know, I know, m’such a meanie. M’sorry I’ll never yell again okay? Bunny? You gotta answer or I’ll stop”
You lazily nod your head, which makes him smile. He finally pumps harder making you finish. Your head against his chest as he enjoys finally being able to hug his bunny again <33
its probably a normal sign for the economy that all of my adulthood fantasies are like "imagine having your own kitchen living room and bathroom to decorate" "what if i could get on a train" "maybe one day i could purchase a sturdy pair of shoes" "i should save and invest in a single bicycle"
After the life Simon Riley has had, it’s really not surprising that he just can’t get it up anymore. He’s tried, time and time again, but the blood doesn’t pump through him the same way it did. And it isn’t that he doesn’t have a sex drive, god no, one look at you and he wishes he could fuck you into the mattress until your tears stain the pillows and the only sounds falling from your mouth are screams of pleasure.
You walk around the apartment, his big t-shirt on, no panties underneath, and it drives him insane. You’re an entire decade younger than him, young and sexy, and he can’t help but feel guilty for letting you stay with him knowing that he can’t give you what you want in bed.
It doesn’t stop him from eating you out until your clit is puffy and your walls are rubbed raw by his calloused fingers. When his head is between your legs, he tries, he really does. He gets so worked up, grinding his soft cock against the bed, willing it to get hard so he can fuck you right after, but it never does.
All it ends in is you cumming on his face one too many times and him walking out of the room without saying a word in pure humiliation.
You don’t take it to heart, you know he beats himself up for it, saying he isn’t good enough, that you should find someone who can actually give you what you want and keep up with you at that. Every time you reassure him, that he does satisfy you, that he never fails to make you feel good regardless of how he does it, but it seems to go in one ear and out the other.
But tonight, tonight is different and you will find a way to fuck your man.
You lay naked on the bed, legs spread, juices glistening off your folds while Simon hovers above you. His arms cage your head in as he kisses you rough, his tongue sliding over your soft lips, yours entering to explore the expanse of his mouth. He kisses the length of your jaw, down your neck where he licks the salty-sweet skin, bites just hard enough for you to writhe beneath him, and sucks until purple bruises are left to ache in the best way possible.
Before he can lower himself between your legs, you let your fingertips brush just under the waistband of his sweatpants, and his mouth stills against yours.
“Si… just let me try something tonight. I really want to,” you say breathlessly, pulling away from the kiss, gazing up at him with a look that is more of a beg than anything.
He kisses your forehead, moving his hand down to pull yours away, but before he can you reach in deeper, squeezing the base of him and earning a rumbling groan from him instead. His fingers wrap around your wrist, not moving you, just simply holding on like he has to steady himself.
“Lovie, please. Don’t embarrass me now,” he whispers, voice rough and low, wavering ever so slightly when your hand begins to trail further up his limp cock.
You don’t reply, but you do run your thumb against his tip, swiping the precum beading from his slit, evidence of his arousal despite him remaining soft. Lips meeting him again, he’s reluctant, but eventually he finds your rhythm.
Pushing his sweatpants down, you pull his cock out, stroking it gently and your warm, soft palm against him feels like you're touching his raw nerves. Even if he couldn’t get it up, it is still incredibly sensitive from months and months of pent-up need and no sex. Not that you hadn’t tried before, because you have, and every time he gets frustrated.
There’s not much you can say to convince him to try again on the same night.
Nonetheless, you focus on his tip, gliding your thumb under the ridge, rubbing against his slit, and you feel his cock twitch barely in your hand. You pull his body closer to yours, resting his cock on your folds, and he hisses from the sheer pleasure of that alone. Your body heat, your slick, the thought of him touching your aching clit like this has him beyond needy.
“Just slide against me. It’ll feel good, yeah,” you say, nodding your head slowly in encouragement.
His hips roll against you, his cock sliding underneath your palm and through your folds, and he bites back a whimper while shivers run down his spine. Simon can feel his cock hardening, just barely, just enough that he might actually be able to feel your walls wrap around him, so he wastes no time in finding out.
“Please, please,” he says under his breath, begging his body to let him pleasure you in ways he usually can’t, just for tonight if that’s what it takes.
He grabs the base of his cock, positioning at your entrance, and it takes a few tries but his semi-hard tip pushes through your entrance. You gasp softly, the feeling foreign and orgasmic, and your walls clench hard around him. A guttural groan rips from his chest when he begins to rock into you, his eyes meet yours, passion and desire swirling around as his pupils dilate from the sight of you taking him regardless of the conditions.
“You feel so good, Si,” you moan, lifting your hips to give him easier access, glancing down every few seconds to watch the way his impossibly large and yet still soft cock rubs through your walls.
“You feel like a dream,” is all he can get out before his eyes are shutting tight and his fingers are tangling in your hair.
Your body meets his, helping him through it, helping him get to where he needs to be so that just for tonight, he can feel man enough for you. And when he cums deep inside of you, his tip pulsing with long, thick ropes of warm cum, ‘thank you’s’ fall from him repeatedly before he kisses you with a newfound confidence.
“Again Si, don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. He stays rocking inside you, cumming again and again until his cock is too raw, until your pussy is full of his cum, and you feel every last bit of him. When he’s done, he lowers himself between your legs, cleaning his mess and sucking your clit, watching you cry from pleasure, watching you squirm away, but there is nothing he could give you that would ever come close to the feeling of showing him that he is enough for you.
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something something Loser!König where you both agree on mutual somno. he’s too nervous and feels guilty about touching you even though you’ve told him it’s okay. on the other hand, waking up to you using him makes him bust immediately no matter what you’re doing
it started out of nowhere. you were at a pub one evening, a little tipsy from your previous drinks ; when a man came up to you and blalantly made you understand that he wanted a little company for the night. his name was john from what he told you. he was tall, arms tattoed and most importantly very handsome, he for sure knew how to talk to a woman.
you decided to give him a chance and bring him to your place that was closer. he was really not what you expected, he talked like a caring gentleman back at the pub, but the second you entered your apartment, he immediately pushed you on the couch and ripped off your underwear. he roughly manhandled you, and you let him do it.
after multiple orgasms on the sofa, he picked you up and proceeded in your bedroom. he took you harshly in doggy style, your cheek flat against your mattress. you were a babbling mess as his balls rapidly met your ass cheeks, his hands firmy gripping your hair to make you stay in place. you could hear his gruff voice behind you, however you were too far gone to decipher what he was saying to you.
when you woke up next morning he was gone, you found a scratch of paper on your bedside table, his number.
that's how your first night ended, it was the beginning of it.
it’s been a few months now, and you noticed a change in john’s attitude. he doesn’t leave immediately after you fall asleep anymore, you always find him sleeping soundly next to you in the morning, he even made you breakfast once.
he always pays for you when you meet at the pub, even when you order takeout, he never said anything about it ; you never questioned it either.
the most shocking one was how he acted in bed, the 'fuckin’ slut' turned into 'takin’ me so well, luv'. the way he couldn’t help but put his lips on your skin, lips as he fucked you. or how he gently brushed strands of hair off your sticky face when you were completely cock drunk.
but what really made you realize that everything changed was when you woke up at 3am, your phone buzzing. you grabbed it and got slightly stunned by the screen light 'Jonathan' proudly showing on it. you frowned, price was on a deployment since a few weeks now, was he okay ? you heard his gruff voice when you picked up, "i don’t know why i called you, luvie" a faint sight escaped his lips, "do you miss me?" it was his way to say that he did. you chuckled softly, and price felt his heart squeeze at the other end of the line.
you stayed on the phone quite a long time, before you heard someone call him.
"i need t'go now" he inhaled, "can’t wait to see ya, doll"
John “Just a taste” Price has you sitting on his face, burying himself between your thighs for the hundredth time tonight. Hands tied up to the bedframe after you tried to push his forehead away and escape this incubus den which he calls a bed.
Technically, that's on you.
But John grins at the touch of your trembling muscles, and sucks the delicate skin on your inner thigh, “Sorry, dovie. A few more, I promise.”
You whimper pitifully as a response. Then a high-pitched scream, bucking your hips up when he takes the clit between his lips. Again.
Brain turning into mush, the last thoughts remain: Not a few more licks, but a few more hours of this torment, you assume.
Simon never thought he'd love someone's mouth on his cock, ever. Just the thought of being so intimate with someone has him shuddering, sure he doesn't hate it. His past hookups were decent enough, he never went down on them because that wasn't really his thing and he never forced them to do the same either but when a few of them insisted, he gave in. But ofcourse it didn't really get him going.
So when you came along and sink down on your knees for the first time, blinking up at him with those pretty eyes, simon can't help but caress your hair. You unbuckled his cargo, pulling down the zipper as you stared at the prominent bulge straining against his boxers. You eagerly pulled them down, just enough to reveal his massive throbbing cock, "woah.. it's big" you whispered in awe. Your hands gently took the bulge in your palm, feeling it twitch to life in your hold.
He bit back a groan as you rubbed your small thumb on his swollen tip, the bead of precum smearing on your fingers as you let out a giggle and pulled away, bringing the finger to your mouth as you licked it clean, making simon grunt, "Fuck, don' do that luv." But you couldn't help but smirk as you looked up at him and while maintaining eye contact, you pushed his cock down your throat in one go.
Simon couldn't stop the groan that slipped as his large hand gripped your hair tightly, "Fuckin' hell", you choked around him, your spit dribbling past your mouth as you tried to hollow your cheeks but just the sheer girth of it has the inside of your cheeks stretched wide as you gagged. You could barely breath as he quite literally had blocked your windpipe, your hands fisted into simon's jeans as tears burned in your eyes. You pulled back before trying to take more of him but you just couldn't! He was just too big!!
You fully pulled back now, sputtering as you tried to catch your breath but simon groaned in frustration, "Bloody hell!" His hips bucked, chasing your warm mouth, "can't sii, you're so biiig!" You coughed as his tip poked your cheek but simon's hazel eyes looked down at you, wide with new found obsession, "ya can take it." He muttered before gripping your hair and thrusting his cock in.
He let out a grunt, pushing your head deeper onto his cock, not caring if you gagged or cried. Would it be sadistic if he happened to like the sounds you made as you struggled to take his cock down your throat, it did hurt him seeing your poor jaw slacked open as you tried your best to take him but he's make sure to kiss your face better, his poor dovie. Your cheeks sucked on his girthy length while your hands travelled to his heavy balls, squeezing them as he bucked his hips in sudden excessive pleasure.
"Jesus!" Simon's hand gripped your hair as his stomach scrunched and he came right down your throat, making you gag as you pulled back. His cum flowing down the side of your mouth as you coughed, sniffling as tears and snot ran down your face. It was such a mess and honestly as simon stared down at you, there was just hearts missing in his eyes, this had just become his new favourite view. "Ya were amazin', luv."
price would film your wrecked wet face with his phone while he fucked you. whereas johnny is just recording his cock going in and out of your puffy pussy. kyle is setting his phone up against the jewelry box on your dresser to playback the entire scene at his leisure. and simon makes you ride him while he records because it’s the best view for him while he’s deployed.
simon riley who won’t stop even when you’re writhing under him. he proudly eats pussy for the love of the game.
even after three orgasms in the span of thirty minutes, his tongue is still licking and lapping away at your precious cunt. knees trying to clench together while you’re shoving his head away.
simon riley who just tightens his grip on your thighs, grumbling under his breath.
a low “hol’ still, lovie. ‘m busy.” while he’s sucking your sensitive clit back into his mouth. you can’t stop the way your thighs tremble in his large hands.
scratches line his arms, your nails digging into his flesh with each pass of his tongue over your poor, sopping cunt.
“si, please. stop it. ‘s too much,” you whimper, still trying to get away.
he doesn’t care though, following you as your body contorts until you’re no longer on you back. instead, on your stomach and clawing at the sheets.
simon riley who crawls after you, only to tug your hips back.
“said ‘m busy,” he huffs. this time, he does pull away, but only long enough to glare at you.
“i can’t take anymore,” you whine, trying to catch your breath during his brief reprieve. simon eyes you closely, grip tightening on your thighs.
“no?” he hums, tilting his head.
“n-no,” you stumble, just as he starts tracing small circles over your clit. clamping down on your bottom lip, your hips lift in an attempt to chase his touch and your hand is flying out to tangle into his blonde hair.
“doesn’t seem like you can’t take anymore to me,” simon smirks. you whimper, face wet with fat tears when he lowers his mouth back onto your pussy.
you try to get away again, halfway off the bed when simon shifts into sniper mode. flat against the bed, simon grips your lower half, grinding his heavy cock into the mattress while keeping you in place as he continues his assault on your poor, sweet pussy.
Hi! I have a prompt for 141: Reader sending her husband spicy text messages while at a family gathering
This is only going to go one way: reader getting dicked down because they can't stop being a horny menace to their partners. I know the above says "husband" but I threw in a little cheeky boyfriend moment because why not.
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Task Force 141 x Female Reader
Content & Warnings (mdni): sexting, oral sex, unprotected piv, creampie, dirty talk, family gathering/holiday, teasing, punishment, established relationship, risk of getting caught, breeding
Word Count: 2k
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John Price
John is across the room, talking with your father.
They’re deep in conversation, your father speaking while John stares, silent and focused. Your father didn’t want you to marry military, thought the idea of John leaving you alone for long periods of time disrespectful. Whether their conversation is civil or not, it’s the perfect opportunity to mess with John.
Retrieving your phone, you open your messages. Glancing up at the two men, you smile, knowing that what you’re about to send will set John off.
I’m wet and horny. Can’t stop thinking about you fucking me on my childhood bed with everyone downstairs.
The messages become bubbles on the right-hand side of the screen. Locking your phone, you count the seconds, observing John as the messages come through. Your father turns away to say something to your cousin. In that moment, John pulls out his phone and glances at the screen.
You’re already up, already moving through the living room and toward the hall. Looking back to see if he’s following will ruin it. Either he’ll follow you or he won’t, but you’re betting on the former.
You take your time ascending the stairs. Everything about your movements is casual and unhurried. Rushing will only draw suspicion and questions. With the whole family in the house, you won’t be missed for a while. There are plenty of people here to bother each other.
At the top of the stairs, you head down the hall, stopping at the far door on the left. Without glancing back, you enter the room, shutting the door behind you, only to meet firm resistance. This is when you turn, finding your husband, his hand gripping the edge of the door. You release the handle, taking a step back as John forces himself inside, closing the door softly behind him.
“What are you up to?”
“Nothing,” you answer, shrugging.
John places his beer bottle on top of the dresser. Reaching for his belt, he undoes the front, never taking his eyes off you.
“That’s the bed,” says John, but it’s almost teasing, more of a “why are you not bent over already?” statement.
“It is,” you reply, hands behind your back, swaying.
John is on you seconds later. The man is so much stronger than you, and he uses it to his advantage. Spinning you around, he brings you flush against him, one arm braced over your front to hinder escape.
“Telling the truth? Or teasing?” he breathes into your ear.
“Can it not be both?” you counter, pressing your hand against the bulge in his pants, squeezing.
You bite back a yelp as you’re bent forward. Hands rising to brace yourself, they land on the bed, forehead pressed against the glittery duvet. Holding your hips, John shoves your dress up. It pools around your breasts, leaving most of you exposed.
“Be quiet, cabbage,” coos John, hooking a finger in your underwear, dragging it down to expose your pussy. “Don’t want daddy to hear.”
It’s the air, cool and biting against your arousal, and then you’re choking, fingers curling as John bottoms out. With one hand on the small of your back and the other supporting your pelvis, John’s hips move like a well-oiled piston. The stretch of him requires adjustment, but the lack of preparedness forces the ache higher.
The metal frame of the bed squeaks softly with his thrusts. John works fast, rough, his dick hitting deep.
You whimper and John fists your hair. “Said quiet,” he growls, and you promptly bite down on your knuckles.
Erratic and raw, you cling to the bed, taking John’s heavy hand, moaning around your fist as he explodes inside you.
“Don’t let your family see my cum sliding down your leg.”
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
You’re drooling, unable to peel your gaze away from your husband.
Kyle is crouched low, talking to his niece. She waves her hands excitedly as she talks, and Kyle hangs on every word. His parental nature is downright sexy, and though you’re resistant on having a kid, your ovaries are screaming at you, and when your ovaries are in control, you never make anything but horny decisions.
I want you to put a baby in me.
You send the text before you can think twice.
“Let’s sneak off.”
Kyle’s voice close and quiet. “Fucking Christ, you startled me.”
He taps your phone screen where the offending message glows back. “No one’s looking, bird. Plenty of places to hide here.”
“It’s nothing,” you shrug.
“Nothing?” he questions teasingly. “You asked for a baby.”
“Kyle—”
“Think of my cum dripping down your leg. And only we know about it.” He’s pressed in, a flirty twinkle in his eye. “Can make a break for it. Now. If that’s what you want.”
“Where, then?”
“Garage. Car.”
A minute later and you’re in the backseat of your father’s Jeep. The car isn’t locked and you didn’t turn the light on. If anyone opens the door, they’ll see nothing unless they step inside, the motion-activated overhead igniting when someone enters.
Sitting reverse in Kyle’s lap, you brace your hands on the center console, rocking your hips, his hands guiding and helpful.
“Love watching you take my cock. Fucking gorgeous.” Kyle groans. “Best fucking view.”
You’re doing most of the work, your thigh muscles aching from the position, but you’re sliding easily, arousal thick, perfectly coating Kyle’s cock.
“I’m gonna come,” you whimper.
Kyle is the only man who has ever given you an orgasm with penetration alone. He really is the perfect fit.
“Only when I fill your pussy, bird. Gotta stuff you first. Then you can. Promise.”
Kyle’s grip on your hips tightens, control slipping into his hands. You’re forced down and back up again in frequent, unrelenting succession.
“Kyle—I can’t. I—”
With a growl, Kyle thrusts up into you, holding you still as his cock pulses, emptying every drop. Fingers find your clit, circling, drawing forth the orgasm until your back bows and your head falls back, resting on his shoulder as you come undone.
Kyle is kissing your ear, kissing your neck, nipping at your throat as you come down.
“Don’t think I want to leave,” he murmurs.
“Your family—”
“I know.” He holds up your discarded thong. “But I’m taking these.”
John "Soap" MacTavish
Johnny’s phone pings.
Pings again.
You bite back a giggle, unwilling to blow your cover.
The MacTavish family is enormous, suppose that’s the way with Catholics. They don’t believe in birth control and with that comes armies of kids who have kids themselves. You’re surrounded, but you can still poke at your husband, especially with his family present.
Won’t be a better opportunity.
Johnny is smiling, laughing along with his siblings. You watch as he fishes his phone from his pocket, reads the screen, his smile fading, eyes widening. His head snaps up, scanning the room for you. When he spots you, the smile returns, but with it comes that look you know so well, the one where he’s up to no good.
A few strides and he’s butting into the conversation. “Excuse me. Need my wife. Only a moment.” He flashes his charm and everyone nods, waving the two of you off as he half-drags, half-leads you down the hall and into the nearby guestroom.
“What did you want to talk about?”
“You know what.” Johnny closes in, grasping, playfully tugging you closer. As you squirm, attempting to evade him, Johnny lunges, wrapping his arms around you, wildly humping your leg like a dog.
“Johnny!”
“Gonna show me how wet really are?” he breathes, his erection rubbing against your thigh. “Or was that a lie?”
Every shove on your attempt is feeble, not meant to fuel escape, but to play along.
Johnny pops the button on your jeans, sliding his hand in and down, cupping your sex, the tips of his fingers grazing your pussy.
“Show me,” he says, all playfulness gone. “Take it off.”
“No.”
Johnny has you face down, bent over the bed in seconds. Keeping one hand on the back of your neck to hold you in place, Johnny tugs at your jeans. They fall to your ankles, pooled at your feet. Johnny knees your legs wide, exposing you.
“There she is,” he coos, landing a soft slap to your pussy, the sound wet. “Could use a good fucking.”
He slides in one finger, then two, then three, stretching stretching stretching until your slickness is all over his fingers, preparing you to take his cock.
“Johnny,” you pant. “We can’t. Your family—”
His hold on the back of your neck tightens, silencing your next words. “Should of thought of that before telling me how badly you wanted me to fuck you.”
Fingers gone, they’re replaced with his cock. There is no sweetness to him, just rough thrusting that has you moaning into the bedding. It’s the only thing stifling your sounds. The rest is full of Johnny, of his grunts and groans, of the slick friction of your bodies meeting.
The orgasm rises, quick and sharp, ready to severe your head. You’re unable to do much except submit, clenching down on him as it bubbles forward.
A choked noise follows, and then you’re overfull, stuffed with Johnny’s cock and cum.
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Awkward. Stiff.
It’s the only way you can describe Simon while he’s surrounded by a bunch of men he doesn’t know. Family gatherings often follow a routine with the men and women separated while the children run around the house. A stranger might mistake his silence for rapt attention, but you know all of Simon’s tells.
This function is growing boring anyway.
Time to save yourself—and him.
While a distant cousin rattles off about her last five pap smears and recent pregnancy, you tap away at your phone, sending Simon a quick message. Nothing fancy, just a blunt statement that’ll grab his attention.
I’m bored. Can I suck you off?
You draw your gaze to the men. Simon is looking down at his phone, his expression unreadable. The shift is subtle, just Simon’s eyes finding you, the rest of him a statue.
“I’ll be right back,” you murmur to your aunt.
She inclines her head in acknowledgement, but her attention remains on your cousin. Perfect. They’re all preoccupied and the children are hyped on sugar. No one will care that you’ve stepped away, or that Simon will disappear.
You take two steps into the upstairs bathroom before Simon is on you. Back pressed against the closed door, Simon grasps the sides of your face, drawing you into a kiss. It leaves you breathless, hands rising to rest against his chest as he devours.
“On your knees,” he growls, breaking it off, making quick work of his pants.
His cock is out and in your mouth seconds later. You nearly choke with how rough that first thrust is. Fisting the base, you stroke him in time with the bob of your head. Simon keeps one hand at the back of your head, the other on your shoulder, the pressure of both keeping you in place.
“Didn’t lock the door,” he says. “Someone might walk in. Your father, perhaps. Think he’d enjoy seeing his daughter on her knees?”
Simon is not your husband. He isn’t even your fiancé. The two of you are still in the dating period, serious, living together, but not moving forward. If your father walked in, or a brother, and found Simon fucking your mouth, they’d lose their shit.
Not that Simon couldn’t take them. Wouldn’t hurt them for your sake, but he’d stand his ground.
“Suck harder, love. Make this quick. Wouldn’t want dear old dad to find out.”
You obediently do as you’re told, taking more, allowing Simon to seize the lead. Tears form in your eyes as you gag. Simon remains steady and unrelenting, pace quickening as your cheeks and chin are painted with drool and tears.
“Almost there, love,” he grunts.
Simon’s head falls back, and then he’s holding you flush, lips touching your hand, muscles flexing as he comes down your throat.
content: SMUT MDNI, literally just oral, lil bit of overstimulation, f!reader
John Price eats pussy like it's his last meal on earth and he's been starving for years.
You're lying on the bed, the silk sheets cool behind your back and the plush pillows soft beneath your head as John kisses his way down your body. His lips trace a path down the valley of your breasts, over your stomach and hips until he's settled between your thighs. Two rough, meaty hands keep your legs spread open for him, fingers digging into soft flesh hard enough to bruise.
John presses a kiss against your clit, chuckling at the way your hips twitch at the contact. “There she is,” he purrs at your pussy, greeting it like it’s an old friend. He gives you one, two kitten licks that almost trick you into thinking that maybe tonight he won’t be so… intense.
Then he dives in for real and you know he was just teasing you.
He groans at the taste of you, the sound vibrating through your sensitive flesh and adding to the sensations. His tongue pushes past your folds, eagerly lapping up your juices. John can feel how wet you are, your slick dripping into his moustache and beard. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling hard on the strands as your thighs tremble around his face.
One of his hands moves down your leg to your ankle, pushing your leg back to open you up to him even more. “Fuckin’ delicious,” he growls, pulling back to look at your blissed out face for a second before going right back to his feast. His lips close around your clit, sucking until you’re squirming and whining. He uses his teeth, just a slight graze that makes you yelp.
He knows that you’re close, doubling down on his efforts. His tongue moves faster, harder as he shakes his head, his nose bumping against your clit with each movement. You know he’s going to give you goddamn beard burn with the way his stubble scrapes against your thighs, but the added friction is just another layer to the pleasure he’s bringing you. He holds you down as your orgasm crashes into you, your high pitched moans mixing with his own grunts as he continues to eat you out and prolong your pleasure.
Even when the wave passes, leaving you trembling and breathing heavily on the bed, John doesn’t stop. His cock is so hard that it’s almost painful, his hips rutting against the mattress to try and relieve the ache. You gasp when his tongue flicks your sensitive clit, your hips twitching as overstimulation creeps in. “John, I-I can’t,” you whine, hands pushing at his head. “‘s too much!”
John pulls back, his hand rubbing your thigh. “Shh, pretty girl,” he coos, kissing just below your navel. “I’m not finished yet.” You cry out as his mouth descends on you once more, pleasure heating back up inside you.
Your fingers tighten in his hair, no longer trying to push him away but to pull him closer again. You can’t deny him his favourite meal… not that you’d want to, anyway.
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