Please???? Come one, just try it one? You won't hurt me! U can't! Besides, i know u wanna, I've seen ur search history.
At this point, he's ready to get on his knees and kiss your feet. He's been nonstop begging you for the past 15 minutes. Begging for what? For you to sit on his face of course. Smothering him in your delicious musky sent, covering his face in your slick as his nose is smushed against your thick pubes, grinding your hips against his toung, using him for your own pleasure. It honestly sounds like heavan to him, the best way a man could go.
Sadly for T⌝by you insist there's no way it's gonna happen. It's not like you don't want it, but you're far too heavy. You'll break his neck! He swears he'll be fine, but how can u trust him? There's a pretty high change that if you broke his neck, he either wouldn't notice or try to ignore it. He always got so focused whilst eating your pussy, it was is favorite place. The comforting preasure of being squeezed between your thick thighs, your pubes tickling his nose as his toung swirled around your twitching hole, collecting all of your sweet juices, and your beautiful symphony of moans. How could he not get lost.
You may get him to give it up for now, but trust me, the thought of you tugging on his hair as you rut your hips against his face, dizzy from both the lack of oxygen and the way you taste. That's a thought that's never gonna leave your head.
Bunny bf x fem!readerâ lingerie, multiple orgasms, sex toys, semi double penetration, fingering, clitoral stimulation, rough sex, mirror sex, porn with a little plot
When your friends suggested all going to the nearby sex shop to pick up a few new things on their list you didnât really know what to say. Toys had never been your style before.
Your Bunny hybrid bf was more than wild enough for you. He could fuck you for days on end without getting tired. More so when he was on his rut.
And he never seemed to stop coming up with new ways to drive you to the brink of insanity. So youâve never tried anything else. Yet you couldnât exactly reject the offer when all your friends were giddily agreeing to go.
When you arrive your friends all start walking around like they were regulars meanwhile youâre sure you looked like a scared rabbit, scurrying away from anything with latex. But you couldnât deny that you were⌠curious. It was just so new and different from what youâve experienced before.
The more you looked around the more interested you became. Thatâs when your eyes caught onto it. An outfit that came with cute bunny ears and something called a stainless steel bunny anal tail. You knew this would be too perfect to try out with your bf.
Later at home while you stand in front of the mirror, checking yourself out, you hear the front door suddenly click. A wide grin spreads across your lips as his steps grow louder in volume. Anticipation crawls up your spine.
âHey baby, whatâs this surprise you have forââ
Your bunny hybrid bf freezes in his tracks as his eyes fall on you. His big bunny ears twitch and you catch his foot briefly thumping rapidly against the floor before he stops it quickly. You giggle loudly at the reaction, a cute blush blooming across your cheeks.
Heâs on you in almost an instant, circling you as his hands roam over your curves, nose twitching as he picks up on the scent of your arousal. Your panties flooded with it as you needed to get yourself quite worked up to insert your bunny tail.
âI see what it is youâre doing,â your bf purrs in your ear like heâs unveiled some mastermind plot.
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Thinking about desperate, horny KĂśnig and smothering him with your pussy.
KĂśnig is a simple manâhe loves his woman. Of course he is going to beg to eat you out for hours! You taste so good, and you make such cute little sounds.
Whether you're gaming or working, KĂśnig is already under the desk. On his knees, groaning and moaning against your clit as he makes out with it. And don't hesitate just plopping down on his face when he's lying on the bed or couch. He'll immediately lock inâhands on your plush thighs as you basically smother him with your fat pussy. Grind against his face, let his nose bump against your clit as he tries shoving his tongue further into you.
You can bet he'll thank you after with a lovesick grin, your juices still dripping from his soaked chin.
nanami loves your thighs; they are so thick, plump, plush, soft, and warm, which is why he slides his dick between them once in a while.Â
your mouth is amazing, and so is your pussy, but the sensation of your warm thighs providing that stimulation to his dick felt different.Â
he couldnât help it; he wanted to keep fucking your thighs. sometimes he wanted it more than sex.
then the view of his cum leaking and dripping all over them is a sexy sight.Â
rutting against them and grunting, having both your legs over one shoulder, making sure your thighs were squeezing around him.Â
it didnât take long for his dick to start twitching the tip of his dick a bright pink as he came, the cum spilling all over you and that cute stomach.Â
to nanami it felt almost like ruining you and he liked that, that he was using you and making a mess all over you.Â
putting you in positions that makes it look like heâs fucking you because it was sexier that way.Â
his hips pushing into yours speeding up making your thighs and stomach jiggle.Â
hands rubbing all over your body, slowly sliding over your nipples, making you squirm and whimper.Â
laughing, taking off his glasses, and going faster, the whole bed creaking.
âso pretty taking me like this, obedient little thing.â
sometimes when he spilled out, all his cum would go all over, even your face and he felt bad until he saw how gorgeous and soft you would look.Â
fucking your thighs didnât feel the same as fucking you, it was more erotic, almost forbidden in a way, thatâs why he loves it so much.Â
your thighs hugged his dick just like your pussy would, but he craved this more and wanted more.Â
it was almost like foreplay to him, never wanting it to end, he kept going until your thighs and stomach were covered.Â
âkeep squeezing; there you go.â
softly rubbing over your thighs, watching you squeeze them more for him, watching you hesitate a little, thinking it's too tight.Â
âyouâre okay, i got you. keep squeezing, honey, like that.â
sometimes spitting between your thighs to get that nice, warm, friction.Â
your body was nice and warm for him like always, just the way he wanted to keep it.
something something, Simon sees you at a bar all dressed in pink and acting shy around other people and gets intrigued. He buys you a drink, the gentleman he is, and you simply stare at him, the hulking man in the scary mask, before throwing back the drink in one gulp.
Oh. Oh. Now that peaked Simon's interest.
He walked over to you, your friends all but abandoning you the second he started walking over. You blink up at him with big, adoring eyes as Simon buys you another drink.
Eyes that Simon finds himself getting lost in as he drives the two of you home, hand on your thigh, the truck silent as he autopilots to his flat. What a risky move, trusting a man like him to take you somewhere other than a dingy bathroom in the bar.
When Simon pushes open the door of his flat, he's on you instantly, lips locking against yours as he presses you against the wall. His hands roam your body, gripping your hips as he slots his knee between your thighs, listening to you moan and whimper as you rut against him.
He thinks he knows what this is, just a quick fuck with the pretty girl in pink that he met at the bar, that is, until his hands brush your chest and you mewl rather loudly. Now what did he have here.
He scoops you into his arms, carrying you to his bed as he gently tosses you onto your back. Kicking off his boots, Simon walks over to the bed before he gets on the bed, caging you between his arms.
It takes Simon taking off your dress, letting your tits free, before he realizes. In the pale moonlight shining through the curtains, Simon sees them.
Silver bars, pink jewels at the end. Nipple piercings.
His shy little girl, the one with a metal-less face and no tattoos, had nipple piercings.
Oh he was so whipped.
A/N: this is nipple piercing propaganda, i may have tattoos but i was just really intrigued by the idea of simon not expecting this shy, covered in pink type reader to be pierced
Non-sexual intimacy with Ghost make brain go brrrr
Like imagine he's already lounging in bed, freshly showered and only in a pair of sweatpants. He'll probably end up kicking them off later, claiming that it gets too hot.
(In reality, he likes the feeling of your legs against his. It serves as a reminder that you're real and you're there.)
You stand by the dresser, already dressed in your pajamas, but there's a restless feeling in your chest. Almost as if your heart has turned into a bird and it's trying to escape through your ribs.
There's no way you can go to bed like this, and you know that.
With a quiet huff, you tug your shirt off, earning a half hearted hum as he watches you, gaze appreciative as always. It's the only sound besides your footsteps as you make your way to bed.
His hand lands on your back as your crawl into bed, halfway on top of Simon as you press yourself up against his. There's no sexual tension lingering between you, no electricity in the way his hand slides up and down your back. The motion is soothing, grounding in a way that only Simon's ever been able to do for you.
"You alright?" Simon hums, voice softer than anyone else will ever hear it.
"Just need to feel you," you answer quietly, settling for bed. Your heart slows, bird nesting between your ribs and your lungs, right where it should be.
Simon doesn't know how it happenedâit just did. Probably it was exhaustion that stirred inside his muscles, tightness in his veins; a whole night of sitting by his mother's hospital bed as she sweated, twisted, and tossed her blankets down.
He wants nothing but to get to his flat as soon as he could and just pass out between the sheets, however cold.
Slowly blinking heavy lidded as his clear vision started to blur, his body as though physically letting go of consciousness and before he could stop...his head was falling at one side, brain shutting off.
And he fell asleep, in a subway.
when he wakes up, just eyes staring against the harsh white lights as blurry figures moved. His cheek is pressed against something warm and soft, and the world is horizontally inclined.
Simon jerks up so fast, almost snapping his neck when he is met with the most beautiful eyes widening then softening again.
fuck...he stares.
âI...â but he doesn't know what to say, fuck, you're so gorgeous. Finally he blurts, âI am sorry, I jus'ââ
âOh, no, no really.â you smile, and because you want to say it, âYou can sleep some more if you like, my station's last.â
Like your shoulder isn't numb already.
âUm, thanks,â he licks his lips, everything he wants to say sounds unwitty, dry, like he's a fool. âThankyou.â
âWelcome...ah?â you chirp back.
âSimon.â
âOh, hello Simon.â you nod, then say your own name that he repeats back in a whisperâas if tasting how he sounds in his mouths.
Simon sits quietly, he doesn't know this feeling. It is very strange, and god, he wants to keep talking to you so he could hear your voice again and again and again.
âYour jacket is very soft...like a pillow.â he tries.
You laugh, ear to ear as your smile twinkles by. âIts also very warm.â
Simon glances and stays looking. He allows himself to look at youâthe curve of your mouth to slope of your nose, âI know.â
He doesn't tell you his station has gone long before.
And there's no desperation to get back to his flat. Strange, really, how that happens.
he's jealous of the kids who get sugary snacks in their lunchboxes, he's jealous of the privates that get letters from birds while they're away at basic, and he's damn jealous of his captain and his sweet little wife that takes him in after an especially rough deployment.
it burns him inside, he deserves to be taken care of after a long hard day (he watches you help john out of his boots after a hard afternoon of yardwork) he deserves to be pampered and cooked for every night (you run the shower for you husband to jump in, timed perfectly for when dinner gets taken out of the oven), simon deserves to wake up with his cock in your mouth (he doesn't sleep much and you bedroom door is far too thin to continue with your morning routine with a guest in the house).
he deserves you and he'll take you in any way he can.
and john knows, simon knows his captain knows in the way he encourages you to spend time with his lieutenant. taking him to the grocery store under the guise of getting him out of the house for a little, help him work out a bit, it gets lonely in your garage gym and your guest should never feel out of place in your home. run him a bath after his long day, it's ok to fall asleep on him, the war documentary is long and it's late, it's fine when people think simon is your husband, sometimes he deserves a little treat sometimes.
so when simon finds himself balls deep in your aching cunt as john smokes by the window, telling him exactly where to put his mouth and how hard his hands can dig into your tits and how fast to circle your clit, he's jealous. jealous the old man knows you so well he can play his lt. like a puppet to please you.
but he guesses that at some point, wherever this is going, he'll know you pretty well too.
Normal bf x horny as fuck gf. He's so chill and never pushes for sex, but you are constantly craving it and he loves it sooooo much. Every movie night turns into you playing with his cock before he fucks you nasty the way you like it. You buy cute sexy little outfits to wear just for him. You have a plethora of toys that he uses on you almost every night bc he just loves how you get when you're drunk from your orgasms and so whiny and needy. Just a sweet chill guy and his nymphomaniac gf
Remmick stands in the lowlight; obscured by shadows like he owns them.
The cathedral is quiet for onceâno whispers crawling through the stone, no collective hum of his subjectsâ devotion. Just him, slumped against the altar, the weight of eternity hanging from his shoulders like a noose.
You walk in barefoot, unarmed, too human for this kind of place. The shade of your skin catches the dying sunlight bleeding through a shattered stained-glass window. He notices the beauty marks firstâlittle constellations on skin that shouldnât exist in his world. You donât bow. You donât speak. You just look at him.
Remmick canât read you, and it terrifies him more than being on his own.
âYou shouldnât be here,â he says, voice low, the gravel of exhaustion beneath the velvet of command.
You tilt your head, that wry smile flickeringâhalf amusement, half pity. âYou keep saying that, but here I am.â
He wants to summon anger. Itâs safer than the trembling thing growing in his chest, but you keep stepping closer, and he canât make you stop. You move with the kind of quiet confidence that mocks gods and comforts ghosts.
He asks, âDo you know what Iâve done?â
You answer naturally, âYes. And Iâm still here.â
There is no sermon left in him. No performance.
Remmick looks at you like a dehydrated man looks at rain, and for the first time, he doesnât reach for control. You see the moment he breaks: a shudder running through him, eyes wet, breath sharp. The silence between you stretchesâthick, alive, trembling with everything unsaid.
When you are close enough, you reach out, and your fingers graze his jaw. His breath stutters like itâs the first one heâs taken in centuries.
âYou donât have to earn it, Remmick. Just⌠take it.â
He doesnât fall to his knees, not yet, but something ancient in him sure does.
And somewhere deep in the dark, the hiveâmind quiets for once.
cw: established relationship, smut and no plot, sex in public, fingering (f!receiving), unprotected p in v, creampie <3
wc: 1k
âPretty girl,â he says, smiling when you shiver. Heâs got you face-down against your desk, your work pushed aside. âIâve been thinking about you all day.â
His hand slides up the back of your thigh, under your skirt, and his fingers press against the crotch of your panties. You make a little sound, hips pushing back against his touch.
âI canât work, canât focus. All Iâm thinking about is you. You and this pretty pussy,â he murmurs, leaning down over you, kissing your temple.
He can hear your heart racing, the fear in you that someone could walk in only turning into arousal. But everyoneâs out to lunch, and his senses would warn him of anyone coming back.
He slowly rubs you through the thin material of your panties, feeling your slick gathering there, seeping through and onto his fingers.
âClark, weâll get in trouble if someone finds us,â you say breathlessly.
âI know,â he says lowly, dragging his teeth over the shell of your ear. âI know. They wonât though. You think Iâd let someone walk in, see you like this?â he murmurs. âNot a chance.â
He pushes your panties to the side, exposing your wet, swollen cunt to the cool air of the office. You shiver again and he chuckles. He slides two fingers into you all the way to the knuckle, and you moan.
âOh, God,â he grunts, curling his fingers to press against that spongy spot that makes your thighs quiver. âFuck, I need you, baby. Need to be in you. Can I pleaseâŚ?â
You nod. âYeah,â you reply breathlessly. âYes.â
Clark undoes his pants just enough to pull his cock out. Hard and heavy, he grinds himself between your soaked folds, gathering your slick on him. âYou feel so good,â he gasps, the thick head catching on your clit and making you squeak. âSo fucking goodâŚâ
He presses himself against your entrance and pauses for a second, letting your anticipation mount until you whine quietly, and then he pushes in.
You moan lowly as his cock stretches you, your hands braced on the desk to hold yourself upright as he fills you inch by inch. When heâs all the way in, Clark groans, taking deep, heaving breaths.
His hands trace the shape of your hips, feeling your soft skin against his rough fingertips. âOh, baby, you feel so good,â he murmurs, starting to move slowly, thrusting shallowly. âAlways so tight and wetâŚâ
You mewl, your legs shaking, eyes occasionally darting towards the door to make sure no one walks in. Thereâs something about the risk of potentially getting caught that only excites you more.
Clark wraps an arm around you, holding you steady as he begins to pick up the pace. His huge hand splays over your womb, pressing down there and making you feel fuller.
âSo perfect. My pretty girl. You always take me so well,â he groans, leaning down over you, the weight of his body pushing you against the desk.
He mouths at the side of your neck, gently nibbling and kissing the warm skin. You whimper, pushing your ass back against him, needing him to go faster. He relents, increasing his pace, thrusting deeper into you.
Your pussy starts squelching audibly, your slick now dribbling down your thighs. Clarkâs hand leaves your hip to brace against the desk and hold himself up as he fucks you harder, stealing the breath from your lungs each time the bulbous mushroom head of him brushes against your cervix.
Youâre whining and mewling, Clarkâs name leaving your lips in little moans that grow louder and more enthusiastic as warmth starts pooling low in your womb.
âShh, shh,â he urges into your ear, shaking his head. âYou know I love hearing you, pretty girl, but we canât risk someone else realizing whatâs going on here. You think you can be quiet for me?â
He doesnât give you a chance to answer. He knows itâs difficult for you to stay quiet when he fucks you. His hand moves from the desk to your mouth, muffling your sweet sounds.
âThere we go. Thatâs better. Iâll hear you nice and loud tonight anyway.â He kisses the back of your neck tenderly.
His hand on your womb slips a little lower, his fingertips finding your puffy clit and drawing messy shapes on it, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. You tighten around him, whining against his palm, and Clark buries his face into your nape as he moans lowly.
Heat pools in your womb, coiling tightly as Clark goes faster and his fingers apply more pressure to your sensitive nub. Your thighs start shaking, your body weakly pushing back against his as your climax builds within you.
Clark feels it; he knows youâre close. He keeps his pace steady, his lips leaving messy, open-mouthed kisses from your neck to your shoulder. âCome for me, baby. I need you to come around me so I can fill this pretty pussy up, hm? Mark you as mine from the inside outâŚâ
It doesnât take long for you. Your orgasm finds you and wracks through you, making you moan and whimper against his hand, your cunt clenching around him tightly as the waves of your pleasure wash over you.
Clarkâs release follows not far. With a few more thrusts, heâs over the edge, his cock twitching as he delivers thick spurts of sticky cum deep in your cunt. He grunts lowly, his breathing heavy as he keeps himself from making noise.
He remains there a while, his forehead resting at the back of your neck as he regains his breath. Then, he pulls away slowly, kissing the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. Gently, he pulls out of you and leans back, watching the whitish of his cum begin to drip out of you.
Heâs quick to put your panties back in place, his eyes dark with lust as he murmurs, âKeep that there, yeah? I wanna know youâre gonna spend the rest of the day full of my cum.â
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