blarmy

hush!

[blue-armadillo]

you're on the verge of tears. your eyebrows are scrunched up, your eyes rolling deep into your sockets as he pounds his cock mercilessly into you. he's got his palm pressed hard against your mouth, commanding you to be quiet.

you are in his parents' house after all. you need to behave. his sweet mother can't know that his angel of a girlfriend is getting fucked so brutally in her son's childhood bedroom.

slap, slap, slap.

you let out a strangled series of high-pitched moans, peering up at him pleadingly through wet, fluttering eyelashes. you accidentally bite down on his hand.

he pinches the soft skin of your inner thigh. the thrusting stops.

"shut the fuck up, or i will not fuck you with my cock."

you nod rapidly. he smirks.

"that's what i thought. i'm gonna make you stuffed full with my babies. i wonder what our kids will think. their mommy begged to get fucked with their granny right outside the room. what a nasty little slut mommy is."

[blue-armadillo]

when you tell him it's probably small and he just smiles at you.

a/n: inspired by this instagram reel lol

"i bet it's really small," you tease.

he doesn't say anything. just looks you straight in the eye and smiles, nodding gently.

this little reaction of his has your pussy throbbing. and as he sits across from you, a devilish smirk plastered on his face, you realise just how wrong you'd been.

and wrong you were.

you spend the rest of the night with your face buried deep in his pillow and your hole stuffed full of his enormous cock. your ass is in the air in a filthy doggy and your freshly manicured fingernails are digging into the fabric of his bedsheets because your fragile pussy just can't take it anymore.

"what's wrong, baby? already such a mess? you haven't even taken half of me yet." you could practically hear the sneer in his voice. the idiot.

you open your puffy, pink mouth to retort but what escapes your lips is a needy whine. "stop- ahn! what do you mean half? there's m-more???"

he chuckles softly. "it's okay, you can take it. didn't you say my cock is really small?"

oh, you were gonna get him back someday.

[blue-armadillo]

you drink it just like water!

tw: 18+ mdni, oral (f!receiving), fingering, mentions of squirting, semi-public sex (?), dirty talking, reader is kinda submissive, smut w little plot

author's note: i have no idea what this is but pls enjoy <3 also, i'm very new to posting on tumblr and i would love to meet new people. so just send me a message, lol.

all the formal chatter and sophisticated party music subsides into the background. 

all you can see is him. his eyes. the way they bore into you from all the way across the crowded room. 

all you can hear is the pounding of your pulsating pussy. 

you feel yourself writhing under his sharp gaze as his eyes traverse over each and every curve of your body. his eyes stop to linger on your tits - hardened nipples threatening to tear through the sheer, flimsy material of your dress you obliviously wore to your office party. 

but if you were being honest, you put that dress on specifically for him. because you knew how he would react. 

so when you saw yourself in the mirror that evening, contemplating whether to wear the dress or not, his hungry face plastered itself onto your mind, sealing your rather inappropriate decision. you were quite sure the head of HR was occasionally glancing over to you, a look of admonishment and contempt reflected in her expression. 

you couldn’t care less about what she thought. 

right now, all that mattered was the way heat coursed through every single vein of your body. until your face was flushed, your mouth was instinctively parted, and your fingers were digging into the edges of the bar table, trying to stop you from cumming from his gaze alone. 

despite the distance, you were sure he just mumbled some curses under his breath as he devoured you with his stare. he was clearly having a hard time controlling himself.

the way your ass deliciously pressed up against the bar stool, aching to be fondled by him, was making him utterly miserable. your cleavage made itself more prominent with every breath you took. and when your hand brushed against your chest as you brought your glass of wine towards your wet mouth, your tits bounced. 

and oh. he had enough. 

he walks over to you. with purpose. with danger looming in the space that kept decreasing between your bodies.

he grabs onto your wrist and you set the wine glass back onto the bar table with a sudden ‘clank!’

his breath is hot in your ear. 

‘come with me. right fucking now.’

when he looks at you, he flashes you a polite smile, trying to fit into the professional party setting. but his eyes tell a different story. 

you don’t really have an option to decline. and so you let him lead you out of the party hall towards the bathroom. he quickly looks around, making sure there’s nobody in the vicinity. once confirmed, he opens the bathroom door. and he’s onto you. kissing your mouth, grabbing your ass and roughly spreading your cheeks with his palms.

you struggle to lock the door behind you as the iridescent lighting floods your pupils. your knuckles grow white on the door knob as he latches his lips onto your neck, sucking relentlessly, all while kneading your breasts with his palms. 

after what seems like minutes, his fingers find your nipple. he roughly twists the mound with two of his digits, eliciting a sharp moan from you - a strangled cry of pain and pleasure combined. 

in a flash, he places his palm onto your mouth, attempting to hush your tell tale sounds. 

“what were you thinking, eh? wearing this slutty dress out in public?” he questions in a dangerously low tone, his dilated pupils fixated onto yours. 

his fingers slowly travel down the valley of your tits, barely touching your skin. he goes oh so slowly. it’s excruciating. goosebumps come alive on the surface of your skin, the shudders travelling all the way down there. all the way down to your wet, needy pussy. 

“just wanted to tease me. yeah, baby?” he growls into your ear. 

you can feel your pussy juices leaking down towards your ankles. the only sounds you can hear are his heavy breathing, your pounding heart, and your thrumming pussy that’s pulsating even louder than your heart.

“i am so fucking tired of waiting. been watching you tease me with your ass and tits out all evening. and i'm tired. so i’m gonna do something about this naughty little pussy of yours.”

you can’t help but whimper as he digs his fingernails into your ass, threatening to rip through the thin, almost see-through material of your dress. 

and then, he’s onto his knees. 

he lifts the hem of your dress. you aren’t wearing any panties. he literally groans. 

“Fuck, baby… no panties?”

you can swear he almost moaned, too. “you’re killing me, y’know that?”

his breath fans your wet core, hot and inviting. 

and then you feel it, his finger swiping between your folds. 

‘you’re so fucking wet f’me. oh my god, baby.”

you make the mistake of looking down at him, just as he makes a show of staring you dead in the eye and popping his wet digit - the one dripping with your slick - right into his mouth. 

a low chuckle stirs in his throat. 

“oh, i’m gonna… fuck”

and he’s devouring you. 

his flat tongue licks a long stripe between your pussy lips, applying just the right amount of pressure to send you over the edge. he licks your cunt as if he wants to drink the whole of your arousal. and he probably does. he definitely does.

the slurps and squelches overpower the buzz that sounds from outside the room, and for a second, you worry if someone will hear the filthily wet noises resonating from your pussy. but when he circles his lip around your throbbing clit and sucks, all is forgotten. 

he fully makes out with your cunt, french-kissing it, and sucking your clit into his mouth relentlessly. he goes breathless, but he’s unwilling to stop. he keeps sucking your clit into his salivating mouth, all while letting out lewd moans. as if he’s the one getting all the pleasure. 

your fingers find his long curls that so beautifully frame the top of his forehead. you tug onto them with all your might, desperately trying to ground yourself into the moment. he lets out a hiss but it’s muffled by the damp sounds of your pretty cunt. 

“i’ve been wanting to eat this pussy for so long.”

he sticks his tongue into your clenched hole, prodding at your gummy walls mercilessly.

“y-yeah?” you manage to utter between your long string of uninhibited moans. 

“and you taste so fucking good. so delicious.”

he moans and it reverberates through your entire core. the vibrations send new waves of pleasure coursing through your nerve endings. your skin feels like it’s on fire, that familiar knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter by the minute. 

“i- i’m gonna c-cum- ahn! f-fuck!”

his grip on your thighs tightens as he spreads your legs even wider. 

“cum f’me baby. cum all over my tongue. lemme taste your sweet cunt.”

his words are enough to spur you on. 

his tongue begins circling your clit as he uses his fingers to spread your pussy lips. the continuous, cyclical attack on your nub paired with the pressure his tongue is applying makes your legs shudder. 

your orgasm comes over you like a tidal wave. 

your moans and the squelches sounding from your spasming pussy echo in the tiny, dimly lit bathroom. you can barely stand as your release takes over the whole of your body, making your legs and knees dysfunctional. 

he grabs your right leg and puts it over his shoulder, attempting to provide you some sort of balance. 

but oh, he has no intention of stopping. your moans just spur him on even further, endowing him with a crazed hunger to fully devour you. to completely worship you and your cunt.

the overstimulation makes you whimper uncontrollably as he keeps flicking at your bundle of nerves. your hand flies to cover your mouth, as you bite on your own fingers to shut yourself up.

you had no intention of getting so horrifically exposed at your work party. though it was probably too late for that now. 

he chuckles, slowly and softly. 

“you’re so fucking cute, doll. so fucking adorable.”

he slides in two digits into your leaking pussy. tears sting at the corners of your eyes.

you look down at him. and god, he was so pussydrunk.

the way his lips are so pink, so puffy, and so wet. your slick coats the whole of his mouth and jaw, filthily dribbling down his chin. his pupils are blown wide - his eyes dark, dazed, and hungry for more. for more of you.

“this time, i want you to look at me, baby. look into my eyes. you don’t get to close them. understood?”

you nod submissively. 

“good fucking girl.”

his fingers curl inside your wet heat in a ‘come hither’ motion. they prod at your gummy walls, hitting that sacred sweet spot. 

and his mouth is latching back onto your clit, sucking the nub into his mouth, making out with it. the slurps, along with the pace of his fingers creates that knot in your stomach again. your orgasm is close. you can feel it. 

he begins attacking your sweet spot with his fingers now, his pace fast and rhythmic. the lewd squelches that reverberate through the musky air are sinful. you desperately grip onto the door handle for further support, almost unlocking it in the process. 

the way he pumps his fingers into your pussy and licks your clit. plus the way his eyes bore into you, makes the pleasure (the torture) even more unbearable. his pace quickens, and so does the pounding of your heart. you can feel the knot growing tighter than ever. your nerve endings are on fire and your tears threaten to burn through the flushed skin of your cheeks. 

your second release hits you like a fucking truck. your thighs spasm wildly, tightening the death grip around his face. your back arches off the door of the bathroom as you unintentionally begin to ride his tongue. this only increases the intensity of your beautiful torture. 

your squirt gushes out of you like an unabating stream, coating his lips and filling up the whole of his mouth. some of it also drips down his chin but he’s determined to drink the whole of it like he’s a parched man. he laps up every drop of your juices. 

he runs his tongue over your thighs. he cleans you up completely until no drop of your precious arousal goes to waste. 

“fuck… you’re so delicious, baby.”

he stands up, grabs your jaw, and kisses you full on the mouth. you can taste yourself on him. your juices are still coating his lips. 

you whimper into his mouth, dazed in the afterglow.

your head is still pressed up against the bathroom door and you can hear footsteps right outside. 

and shit, it sounds just like Miss HR. 

“well, we certainly can’t leave right now cause they’re outside… wanna go again, baby?”

thud.

he’s back on his knees in front of you, bunching up your dress around your stomach. 

Good god, you were gonna have a looooong session with HR after this.

[blue-armadillo]

i just changed the aesthetics of my page, lol. lmk what y’all think :P

still have to edit the post dividers and stuff, though.

idk why i feel it’s a little too plain- if you have any suggestions, do send them my way 🙏🏼

i found my pfp on pinterest and i can’t seem to find its original artist so here’s the link to it :3

and this is where i got my blog header from!

uh yes.

that’s all i wanted to say. i hope you’re all having a great day, my blue armadillos 🤍

[blue-armadillo]

your nerd!boyfriend gets horny when you're reading ♡ (18+ mdni)

you're perched up on your bed, reading a novel.

but your nerd!boyfriend is getting way too needy. the poor guy.

is it even his fault, though?

your elbows are unintentionally squishing your tits together. and every time you flip a page, your tits bounce ever so slightly, your nipples peeking through the thin tank top you're wearing.

your thighs are folded up towards your chest, and he can swear he sees a bit of your panties through your loose shorts every time you change your reading position.

and gosh. you're reading. that's the hottest thing he's ever seen you do.

the way your eyes scan each page. the subtle shift in your expression every once in a while.

he's leaking. literally. his cock is so hard that it's almost humiliating how horny he's getting just from watching you read. he can feel the pre-cum drenching his underwear.

you're still reading, oblivious to his predicamental situation, when all of a sudden, you hear a whimper.

your eyes shoot to him. and then you see it.

the giant wet spot on the front of his sweatpants. the silhouette of his fat, hard cock glaring at you through the grey fabric.

the tips of his ears turn a bright pink, colour rapidly spreading to the rest of his face.

'"uh- i- i'm just- i didn't mean to-" he stutters in a fit of embarrassment.

"do you enjoy watching me read?" you question him with a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

his eyes frantically search the room for a way out of this direct interrogation.

"i- no, n-no, it's not that, i-"

your book falls onto the bed with a soft thud as you lean forward to grab a hold of his twitching dick.

he whimpers.

you flash him an evil smile as you tighten your grip on his shaft, squeezing it in your palm.

the whole of his body shudders and a needy moan escapes his flushed lips, his eyelids shut tightly against each other. more pre-cum oozes out of his tip, imprinting itself onto the fabric of his pants.

"are you sure about that, baby?"

he gives in to your torture.

"i- y-yes, i'm sorry, y- you-re just so sexy when you read. so smart. i c-can't help it. it makes me so h-horny."

and the way he looks at you with such innocence. such helplessness.

gosh, you were gonna have so much fun with him.

"what else? go on."

you begin stroking his shaft through his sweatpants, squeezing it in your palm tighter by the second.

"ahn! f-fuuuuuck, i- i just couldn't stop thinking about y-you riding my c-cock and letting me cum in your p-pussy-"

your pace grows more rapid, your own wetness becoming evident to you.

"yeah? you wanna cum in mommy's pussy? wanna see my tits bounce while i fuck this beautiful cock?"

"y-yes. very, i-"

clearly, your dirty talking is enough to make him finish. his cum spurts out of his clothed cock, making the whole of his sweatpants milky and wet. his body convulses sporadically as he lets out a series of high-pitched moans.

you tut dramatically.

"tsk, tsk, tsk... look how much you came. is that how badly you wanna be inside me?"

he nods rapidly, his chest heaving and his heart pounding relentlessly.

"aww... well, here's the issue. you interrupted me right when things were getting interesting in my book." you do a fake pout. "and, well, i need to know what happens next." you whisper hotly into his ear.

"but i don't want to leave you like this. you're just so cute."

you pin your index finger into his still heaving chest, using the minimum force to push him flat onto the bed. and then you slide his pants down just enough for the whole of his lengthy cock to spring free. some of the dripping cum splashes onto your fingers.

"so, here's what's gonna happen." you say as you slip off your own shorts and situate yourself on top of his waist, hovering barely a few centimetres away from his erect dick.

he trembles beneath you, the closeness of literal paradise - your pussy - sending him off the edge.

"you're gonna read to me. loud and clear."

you hand him the book.

"meanwhile, i'll ride your cock. have i made myself clear?"

his timid hand grabs a hold of the novel while he lies there dazed, completely drunk in anticipation.

"page 269." you enunciate slowly.

and then you slide down onto his quivering dick.

a loud gasp escapes his lips. his breathing quickens and he shuts his eyes, desperately trying to stop himself from cumming so soon.

you're sitting smack on his fat cock now, your hands resting on his abs. your pussy juices slowly dribble down his thighs and you roll your head back at the full feeling.

"page 269. read. or i'm not fucking you."

"y-yes mommy, i- i will read."

he shuffles - more like struggles - to find the right page.

he begins reading. slowly.

and just as slowly, you raise yourself on his cock, until just the tip is teasing your clit. then you sit back down on him with a gentle 'smack'.

his eyes shut tight and his words become frenzied until they sound like mere gibberish to you.

you force him out of his breathy stupor by roughly grabbing his balls. you give them a squeeze.

"read. properly. i need to be able to understand it. read loud and clear for me."

he nods in submission and resumes.

he's still having a hard time but at least he's trying. and are you actually paying attention to what he's reading? maybe. maybe not.

you're just getting off on the way his voice keeps shuddering and trembling. his sudden gasps. his incoherent bumbles. his soft moans. the high-pitched noises.

and his cock. his perfect cock that stretched you out oh so well. his tip kisses your cervix, turning your stomach into a knot.

as you grind on him, you lift your thin tank top to reveal your plump breasts bouncing in tandem with your hips. you scrunch up the top there, leaving your tits on full display for him.

his eyes look away from the book - that he was trying to mumble as a prayer - and his whole body tremors. his words turn into voiceless gasps.

you smirk and play with your breasts, squishing them and pressing them together. and then you have the audacity to increase your pace on his cock.

you're now full-on bouncing on him, your tits jumping in the air vigorously before him.

'i am not letting you cum if you don't read for me."

"y-yes! i'm sorry- i- i'm reading, i'm reading. just p-please let me cum. please-"

"good boy. you like what you see? you like it when i squish my boobs like this?"

he nods vigorously, trying to focus on the stupid words of the book at the same time. but lord oh lord, he is miserably failing.

you can feel his cock twitching inside you. he's close. and so are you.

"and you like it when mommy bounces on your cock like this?" you go even faster now. the sounds of skin slapping skin - a rhythmic 'smack, smack, smack' - reverberating through the room along with your boyfriend's incoherent, strangled words.

"y-yes, i love it. i love it when you ride me- ohh fuuuuccckk, please let me cum!"

"not if you stop reading." you gasp frantically.

he's gonna cry. and he almost does. tears prick at the corners of his eyes because you're being so mean to him. making him read that stupid book when you're bouncing on his dick like the goddess that you are.

but he wants to cum so bad. and so he somehow finds it in himself to keep uttering the words he's barely able to comprehend anymore.

you ride him even faster now. your eyes are rolling back into your sockets, your grip on his chest harsher. the bed creaks below the weight of your combined bodies, and you come.

you moan loud and deep. "fuck! cum in me right now. cum in my pussy! oh, fuck!"

and oh he does. thick ropes of cum shoot into your warm cunt, kissing your clenched walls. his whole body quakes and he lets out a series of anguished moans, his fingers digging into your thighs.

some of the white goo oozes out of your hole, onto the base of his cock. and he lies there, spent and grateful.

you raise yourself off of him ever so slightly.

and when you bend forward, pressing your tits into his face, blood rushes to his crotch. again.

you smirk at him devilishly.

"oh, we're not done yet. want you to fill me up even more."

this time, you sit on him reverse cowgirl style so that he can see exactly what's happening. the way your bodies connect. how your hungry pussy engulfs the whole of his length.

before beginning your sweet torture, you look back at him, smilingly.

"oh, and- continue reading where you left off, yeah?"

he is a dead man.

[nemesyaaa]

ahhhhjhhh it's just too early 🥴🤚🏿

[blue-armadillo]

thank you for the reblog hehe! so glad you liked the post 💌

[blue-armadillo]

your nerd!boyfriend gets horny when you're reading ♡ (18+ mdni)

you're perched up on your bed, reading a novel.

but your nerd!boyfriend is getting way too needy. the poor guy.

is it even his fault, though?

your elbows are unintentionally squishing your tits together. and every time you flip a page, your tits bounce ever so slightly, your nipples peeking through the thin tank top you're wearing.

your thighs are folded up towards your chest, and he can swear he sees a bit of your panties through your loose shorts every time you change your reading position.

and gosh. you're reading. that's the hottest thing he's ever seen you do.

the way your eyes scan each page. the subtle shift in your expression every once in a while.

he's leaking. literally. his cock is so hard that it's almost humiliating how horny he's getting just from watching you read. he can feel the pre-cum drenching his underwear.

you're still reading, oblivious to his predicamental situation, when all of a sudden, you hear a whimper.

your eyes shoot to him. and then you see it.

the giant wet spot on the front of his sweatpants. the silhouette of his fat, hard cock glaring at you through the grey fabric.

the tips of his ears turn a bright pink, colour rapidly spreading to the rest of his face.

'"uh- i- i'm just- i didn't mean to-" he stutters in a fit of embarrassment.

"do you enjoy watching me read?" you question him with a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

his eyes frantically search the room for a way out of this direct interrogation.

"i- no, n-no, it's not that, i-"

your book falls onto the bed with a soft thud as you lean forward to grab a hold of his twitching dick.

he whimpers.

you flash him an evil smile as you tighten your grip on his shaft, squeezing it in your palm.

the whole of his body shudders and a needy moan escapes his flushed lips, his eyelids shut tightly against each other. more pre-cum oozes out of his tip, imprinting itself onto the fabric of his pants.

"are you sure about that, baby?"

he gives in to your torture.

"i- y-yes, i'm sorry, y- you-re just so sexy when you read. so smart. i c-can't help it. it makes me so h-horny."

and the way he looks at you with such innocence. such helplessness.

gosh, you were gonna have so much fun with him.

"what else? go on."

you begin stroking his shaft through his sweatpants, squeezing it in your palm tighter by the second.

"ahn! f-fuuuuuck, i- i just couldn't stop thinking about y-you riding my c-cock and letting me cum in your p-pussy-"

your pace grows more rapid, your own wetness becoming evident to you.

"yeah? you wanna cum in mommy's pussy? wanna see my tits bounce while i fuck this beautiful cock?"

"y-yes. very, i-"

clearly, your dirty talking is enough to make him finish. his cum spurts out of his clothed cock, making the whole of his sweatpants milky and wet. his body convulses sporadically as he lets out a series of high-pitched moans.

you tut dramatically.

"tsk, tsk, tsk... look how much you came. is that how badly you wanna be inside me?"

he nods rapidly, his chest heaving and his heart pounding relentlessly.

"aww... well, here's the issue. you interrupted me right when things were getting interesting in my book." you do a fake pout. "and, well, i need to know what happens next." you whisper hotly into his ear.

"but i don't want to leave you like this. you're just so cute."

you pin your index finger into his still heaving chest, using the minimum force to push him flat onto the bed. and then you slide his pants down just enough for the whole of his lengthy cock to spring free. some of the dripping cum splashes onto your fingers.

"so, here's what's gonna happen." you say as you slip off your own shorts and situate yourself on top of his waist, hovering barely a few centimetres away from his erect dick.

he trembles beneath you, the closeness of literal paradise - your pussy - sending him off the edge.

"you're gonna read to me. loud and clear."

you hand him the book.

"meanwhile, i'll ride your cock. have i made myself clear?"

his timid hand grabs a hold of the novel while he lies there dazed, completely drunk in anticipation.

"page 269." you enunciate slowly.

and then you slide down onto his quivering dick.

a loud gasp escapes his lips. his breathing quickens and he shuts his eyes, desperately trying to stop himself from cumming so soon.

you're sitting smack on his fat cock now, your hands resting on his abs. your pussy juices slowly dribble down his thighs and you roll your head back at the full feeling.

"page 269. read. or i'm not fucking you."

"y-yes mommy, i- i will read."

he shuffles - more like struggles - to find the right page.

he begins reading. slowly.

and just as slowly, you raise yourself on his cock, until just the tip is teasing your clit. then you sit back down on him with a gentle 'smack'.

his eyes shut tight and his words become frenzied until they sound like mere gibberish to you.

you force him out of his breathy stupor by roughly grabbing his balls. you give them a squeeze.

"read. properly. i need to be able to understand it. read loud and clear for me."

he nods in submission and resumes.

he's still having a hard time but at least he's trying. and are you actually paying attention to what he's reading? maybe. maybe not.

you're just getting off on the way his voice keeps shuddering and trembling. his sudden gasps. his incoherent bumbles. his soft moans. the high-pitched noises.

and his cock. his perfect cock that stretched you out oh so well. his tip kisses your cervix, turning your stomach into a knot.

as you grind on him, you lift your thin tank top to reveal your plump breasts bouncing in tandem with your hips. you scrunch up the top there, leaving your tits on full display for him.

his eyes look away from the book - that he was trying to mumble as a prayer - and his whole body tremors. his words turn into voiceless gasps.

you smirk and play with your breasts, squishing them and pressing them together. and then you have the audacity to increase your pace on his cock.

you're now full-on bouncing on him, your tits jumping in the air vigorously before him.

'i am not letting you cum if you don't read for me."

"y-yes! i'm sorry- i- i'm reading, i'm reading. just p-please let me cum. please-"

"good boy. you like what you see? you like it when i squish my boobs like this?"

he nods vigorously, trying to focus on the stupid words of the book at the same time. but lord oh lord, he is miserably failing.

you can feel his cock twitching inside you. he's close. and so are you.

"and you like it when mommy bounces on your cock like this?" you go even faster now. the sounds of skin slapping skin - a rhythmic 'smack, smack, smack' - reverberating through the room along with your boyfriend's incoherent, strangled words.

"y-yes, i love it. i love it when you ride me- ohh fuuuuccckk, please let me cum!"

"not if you stop reading." you gasp frantically.

he's gonna cry. and he almost does. tears prick at the corners of his eyes because you're being so mean to him. making him read that stupid book when you're bouncing on his dick like the goddess that you are.

but he wants to cum so bad. and so he somehow finds it in himself to keep uttering the words he's barely able to comprehend anymore.

you ride him even faster now. your eyes are rolling back into your sockets, your grip on his chest harsher. the bed creaks below the weight of your combined bodies, and you come.

you moan loud and deep. "fuck! cum in me right now. cum in my pussy! oh, fuck!"

and oh he does. thick ropes of cum shoot into your warm cunt, kissing your clenched walls. his whole body quakes and he lets out a series of anguished moans, his fingers digging into your thighs.

some of the white goo oozes out of your hole, onto the base of his cock. and he lies there, spent and grateful.

you raise yourself off of him ever so slightly.

and when you bend forward, pressing your tits into his face, blood rushes to his crotch. again.

you smirk at him devilishly.

"oh, we're not done yet. want you to fill me up even more."

this time, you sit on him reverse cowgirl style so that he can see exactly what's happening. the way your bodies connect. how your hungry pussy engulfs the whole of his length.

before beginning your sweet torture, you look back at him, smilingly.

"oh, and- continue reading where you left off, yeah?"

he is a dead man.

[blue-armadillo]

you drink it just like water!

tw: 18+ mdni, oral (f!receiving), fingering, mentions of squirting, semi-public sex (?), dirty talking, reader is kinda submissive, smut w little plot

author's note: i have no idea what this is but pls enjoy <3 also, i'm very new to posting on tumblr and i would love to meet new people. so just send me a message, lol.

all the formal chatter and sophisticated party music subsides into the background. 

all you can see is him. his eyes. the way they bore into you from all the way across the crowded room. 

all you can hear is the pounding of your pulsating pussy. 

you feel yourself writhing under his sharp gaze as his eyes traverse over each and every curve of your body. his eyes stop to linger on your tits - hardened nipples threatening to tear through the sheer, flimsy material of your dress you obliviously wore to your office party. 

but if you were being honest, you put that dress on specifically for him. because you knew how he would react. 

so when you saw yourself in the mirror that evening, contemplating whether to wear the dress or not, his hungry face plastered itself onto your mind, sealing your rather inappropriate decision. you were quite sure the head of HR was occasionally glancing over to you, a look of admonishment and contempt reflected in her expression. 

you couldn’t care less about what she thought. 

right now, all that mattered was the way heat coursed through every single vein of your body. until your face was flushed, your mouth was instinctively parted, and your fingers were digging into the edges of the bar table, trying to stop you from cumming from his gaze alone. 

despite the distance, you were sure he just mumbled some curses under his breath as he devoured you with his stare. he was clearly having a hard time controlling himself.

the way your ass deliciously pressed up against the bar stool, aching to be fondled by him, was making him utterly miserable. your cleavage made itself more prominent with every breath you took. and when your hand brushed against your chest as you brought your glass of wine towards your wet mouth, your tits bounced. 

and oh. he had enough. 

he walks over to you. with purpose. with danger looming in the space that kept decreasing between your bodies.

he grabs onto your wrist and you set the wine glass back onto the bar table with a sudden ‘clank!’

his breath is hot in your ear. 

‘come with me. right fucking now.’

when he looks at you, he flashes you a polite smile, trying to fit into the professional party setting. but his eyes tell a different story. 

you don’t really have an option to decline. and so you let him lead you out of the party hall towards the bathroom. he quickly looks around, making sure there’s nobody in the vicinity. once confirmed, he opens the bathroom door. and he’s onto you. kissing your mouth, grabbing your ass and roughly spreading your cheeks with his palms.

you struggle to lock the door behind you as the iridescent lighting floods your pupils. your knuckles grow white on the door knob as he latches his lips onto your neck, sucking relentlessly, all while kneading your breasts with his palms. 

after what seems like minutes, his fingers find your nipple. he roughly twists the mound with two of his digits, eliciting a sharp moan from you - a strangled cry of pain and pleasure combined. 

in a flash, he places his palm onto your mouth, attempting to hush your tell tale sounds. 

“what were you thinking, eh? wearing this slutty dress out in public?” he questions in a dangerously low tone, his dilated pupils fixated onto yours. 

his fingers slowly travel down the valley of your tits, barely touching your skin. he goes oh so slowly. it’s excruciating. goosebumps come alive on the surface of your skin, the shudders travelling all the way down there. all the way down to your wet, needy pussy. 

“just wanted to tease me. yeah, baby?” he growls into your ear. 

you can feel your pussy juices leaking down towards your ankles. the only sounds you can hear are his heavy breathing, your pounding heart, and your thrumming pussy that’s pulsating even louder than your heart.

“i am so fucking tired of waiting. been watching you tease me with your ass and tits out all evening. and i'm tired. so i’m gonna do something about this naughty little pussy of yours.”

you can’t help but whimper as he digs his fingernails into your ass, threatening to rip through the thin, almost see-through material of your dress. 

and then, he’s onto his knees. 

he lifts the hem of your dress. you aren’t wearing any panties. he literally groans. 

“Fuck, baby… no panties?”

you can swear he almost moaned, too. “you’re killing me, y’know that?”

his breath fans your wet core, hot and inviting. 

and then you feel it, his finger swiping between your folds. 

‘you’re so fucking wet f’me. oh my god, baby.”

you make the mistake of looking down at him, just as he makes a show of staring you dead in the eye and popping his wet digit - the one dripping with your slick - right into his mouth. 

a low chuckle stirs in his throat. 

“oh, i’m gonna… fuck”

and he’s devouring you. 

his flat tongue licks a long stripe between your pussy lips, applying just the right amount of pressure to send you over the edge. he licks your cunt as if he wants to drink the whole of your arousal. and he probably does. he definitely does.

the slurps and squelches overpower the buzz that sounds from outside the room, and for a second, you worry if someone will hear the filthily wet noises resonating from your pussy. but when he circles his lip around your throbbing clit and sucks, all is forgotten. 

he fully makes out with your cunt, french-kissing it, and sucking your clit into his mouth relentlessly. he goes breathless, but he’s unwilling to stop. he keeps sucking your clit into his salivating mouth, all while letting out lewd moans. as if he’s the one getting all the pleasure. 

your fingers find his long curls that so beautifully frame the top of his forehead. you tug onto them with all your might, desperately trying to ground yourself into the moment. he lets out a hiss but it’s muffled by the damp sounds of your pretty cunt. 

“i’ve been wanting to eat this pussy for so long.”

he sticks his tongue into your clenched hole, prodding at your gummy walls mercilessly.

“y-yeah?” you manage to utter between your long string of uninhibited moans. 

“and you taste so fucking good. so delicious.”

he moans and it reverberates through your entire core. the vibrations send new waves of pleasure coursing through your nerve endings. your skin feels like it’s on fire, that familiar knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter by the minute. 

“i- i’m gonna c-cum- ahn! f-fuck!”

his grip on your thighs tightens as he spreads your legs even wider. 

“cum f’me baby. cum all over my tongue. lemme taste your sweet cunt.”

his words are enough to spur you on. 

his tongue begins circling your clit as he uses his fingers to spread your pussy lips. the continuous, cyclical attack on your nub paired with the pressure his tongue is applying makes your legs shudder. 

your orgasm comes over you like a tidal wave. 

your moans and the squelches sounding from your spasming pussy echo in the tiny, dimly lit bathroom. you can barely stand as your release takes over the whole of your body, making your legs and knees dysfunctional. 

he grabs your right leg and puts it over his shoulder, attempting to provide you some sort of balance. 

but oh, he has no intention of stopping. your moans just spur him on even further, endowing him with a crazed hunger to fully devour you. to completely worship you and your cunt.

the overstimulation makes you whimper uncontrollably as he keeps flicking at your bundle of nerves. your hand flies to cover your mouth, as you bite on your own fingers to shut yourself up.

you had no intention of getting so horrifically exposed at your work party. though it was probably too late for that now. 

he chuckles, slowly and softly. 

“you’re so fucking cute, doll. so fucking adorable.”

he slides in two digits into your leaking pussy. tears sting at the corners of your eyes.

you look down at him. and god, he was so pussydrunk.

the way his lips are so pink, so puffy, and so wet. your slick coats the whole of his mouth and jaw, filthily dribbling down his chin. his pupils are blown wide - his eyes dark, dazed, and hungry for more. for more of you.

“this time, i want you to look at me, baby. look into my eyes. you don’t get to close them. understood?”

you nod submissively. 

“good fucking girl.”

his fingers curl inside your wet heat in a ‘come hither’ motion. they prod at your gummy walls, hitting that sacred sweet spot. 

and his mouth is latching back onto your clit, sucking the nub into his mouth, making out with it. the slurps, along with the pace of his fingers creates that knot in your stomach again. your orgasm is close. you can feel it. 

he begins attacking your sweet spot with his fingers now, his pace fast and rhythmic. the lewd squelches that reverberate through the musky air are sinful. you desperately grip onto the door handle for further support, almost unlocking it in the process. 

the way he pumps his fingers into your pussy and licks your clit. plus the way his eyes bore into you, makes the pleasure (the torture) even more unbearable. his pace quickens, and so does the pounding of your heart. you can feel the knot growing tighter than ever. your nerve endings are on fire and your tears threaten to burn through the flushed skin of your cheeks. 

your second release hits you like a fucking truck. your thighs spasm wildly, tightening the death grip around his face. your back arches off the door of the bathroom as you unintentionally begin to ride his tongue. this only increases the intensity of your beautiful torture. 

your squirt gushes out of you like an unabating stream, coating his lips and filling up the whole of his mouth. some of it also drips down his chin but he’s determined to drink the whole of it like he’s a parched man. he laps up every drop of your juices. 

he runs his tongue over your thighs. he cleans you up completely until no drop of your precious arousal goes to waste. 

“fuck… you’re so delicious, baby.”

he stands up, grabs your jaw, and kisses you full on the mouth. you can taste yourself on him. your juices are still coating his lips. 

you whimper into his mouth, dazed in the afterglow.

your head is still pressed up against the bathroom door and you can hear footsteps right outside. 

and shit, it sounds just like Miss HR. 

“well, we certainly can’t leave right now cause they’re outside… wanna go again, baby?”

thud.

he’s back on his knees in front of you, bunching up your dress around your stomach. 

Good god, you were gonna have a looooong session with HR after this.

[blue-armadillo]

hit me with your killshot, baby!

THUD.

He shoves you onto the bed in one swift motion - it's almost like you're getting manhandled by his big, calloused hands and burly arms.

You like it.

You're so wet that it's almost embarrassing. You feel his warm breath caress your neck, soothing the angry red marks that he left all over your collarbone. His long, curly hair sweep your forehead and you roll your head back, yearning for more like a fucking cat in heat.

Your panties are a greasy mess. You didn't think that you could grow wetter, but you have, and your pussy juices ooze out of the lacy elastic, spilling frantically down your thighs, creating a pathetic pool on the carpet down below.

The weight of his large body pushes your further into the bed - you have to use the force of your fingers to keep you from getting fully crushed beneath him.

He lets out a growl, deep and starved, and rips off the thin fabric sheathing your dripping pussy. Blood rushes towards your face, making you more flushed than you already are.

From the corner of your eye, you can see him devouring the sight of your wet heat with his dark, dangerous stare. He licks his lips and literally groans. A pained and strangled groan, like he'd been waiting to do this since the first time he saw you on that bus with your little skirt, seated next to the window, silently grinding your cunt on the edge of the seat.

You just couldn't help it. He was right there, sitting next to you, his dark curls shielding his eyes and the way he was staring right at you. You didn't think he would notice but he just made you so wet that you had to do something about it. So you rode your seat on that bus, the friction against your clit so sinfully good, and the thoughts of him letting you ride his face in that bus then and there even better. You didn't think he would catch the sight of your face contorting in torturous pleasure, but he did. And when you came all over that seat, you couldn't help but whimper and frantically bite your lip in hopes of concealing the wet noises sounding from your needy pussy.

But then from the corner of your eye, you saw the dark outline of his massive cock straining against his Levi's jeans. And you made the mistake of looking up at him. Which is how you ended up in the position that you were now in.

The room is dark, the air filled with the scents of your combined arousal. He doesn't waste a second. With a single thrust, he shoves his entire cock into your throbbing pussy. The lewd squelch that accompanies this motion is utterly sinful. Your pussy juices engulf his entire length, and the rest of it dribbles down his thighs, like a sprightly stream rushing to join the ocean of liquid down below.

You moan, loud and deep. His cock is too big. He fills you up completely, your walls clenching and aching around him. It's like his length is threatening to tear you apart, and you swear you could feel it in your stomach.

"Fuck, babydoll. You're too fuckin' tight. Ngh, strangling me already, eh?"

He grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head backward.

"Now, listen up, you slut. I'm gonna fuck this tight little pussy of yours. Then, I'm gonna cum in this pussy. And you're gonna what?" A harsh smack lands on your ass, sending waves of heat, pain, and pleasure coursing through your skin.

"Say it. You're. Gonna. What?"

Smack.

You moan, loud and needy, struggling to find your words because of his fat cock making your brain all dumb and non-functional.

"I- I'm gonna-"

"Fuckin' say it, doll."

Smack.

"I- I'm gonna c-cum all over your c-" SMACK. "Your cock, ahn, f-fuck."

"Good girl." He says through gritted teeth.

Another smack lands on your ass, painting it red.

He grips your thighs - his fingers digging into your skin - and throws them around his waist.

Without wasting another second, he thrusts into you, harder this time. The pressure and the tightness makes you drool, your eyes seeing spots dance before you.

He takes on a menacing rhythm, pumping his thick girth into you without mercy. Your mouth contorts into a lewd 'O', your heart beating faster and faster. The pleasure is so overstimulating for a hot second that you fail to produce any sound and just grip the sheets tighter and tighter. Your knuckles are dangerously white as you desperately latch onto the now displaced duvet below you.

The sounds that fill the dark, dusky room are obscene. Skin slapping skin ferociously, loud grunts and even louder moans. The bed rattles and shakes, threatening to break below the weight of your combined bodies. His hard chest is pressed down against your arched back. If you arch any further, you could literally break like a delicate twig.

His grip on your waist doesn't relent, as he keeps pumping his fat cock into you. It's desperation fuelled with uninhibited, animalistic desire. You let out a sharp, high-pitched whimper as his tip kisses you cervix. He manages to find that sweet spot and ruthlessly attacks it with his now twitching dick. The wet, obscene squelches are overpowered by your loud, disastrous moans.

Smack. Again.

"You're so loud for me, babydoll. Look at you, drooling all over my bed like a nasty, fuckin' slut. So hungry for this cock, huh? You're f-fuckin' eatin' me up, darling. Hngh. Oh f-FUCK."

The knot in your stomach grows tighter and tighter, threatening to break open at any second now. He's already fucked the brains out of you, and you're desperately chasing your high, arching your back even further, pushing back haphazardly to meet his cock where he thrusts into you even harder.

Your fuzzy brain makes it difficult for you to form words.

"I-I'm gonna c-cum. Ah! Yes, FUCK, yes, right there, oh my g-GOSH. Fuck m-me. Fuck me, p-please."

You continue to babble incoherently, tears spilling out of your doe eyes, running down your flushed cheeks. Some of your tears fall into your open mouth, and the salty liquid makes you grow even more frantic.

Your lips are now burning - burning because you bit them too hard on the bus when you were fucking yourself. Getting yourself off on the thought of this very situation.

"Yeah? You're gonna cum for me? Come on this cock then. Show me what that pussy can do."

His words are enough to spur you on, and you erupt like a volcano onto his throbbing cock. Your squirt fountains out of you, landing onto his face and the bedsheets beneath you.

He groans, devouring the taste that your sweet little pussy has to offer.

"Oh, fuck. Look at the mess you made. Such a nasty bitch. This is what you'd been begging for right?"

He's fucking you through your high, unwilling to stop any time soon. The overstimulation is too much. And the angle that you're in - your face pressed against the bed with your ass in the air and thighs around his defined waist - only makes it so much worse.

So much better.

"You thought I couldn't see you? Couldn't fucking hear you? When you were riding the fucking seat next to mine like a horny little slut? This is what you'd been thinking about?"

Your hair is a mess on the bedsheets. Your tears won't stop spilling out, just like the drool that continually dribbles down your chin.

"F-fuck. Ahn- I- Yes, oh FUCK, I wanted you to f-fuck me s-so bad."

"Yeah? Is that so? Want me to fill you up? Want me to fill this pretty pussy up with my cum?"

You try to nod, but your head is pressed tightly up against the mattress. You barely manage to mumble a small 'yes' through your loud moans and high-pitched whimpers.

Smack.

You didn't think he could hit your ass harder, but he did.

"Louder. I want to hear you beg for it, love."

Smack.

The bed creaks, the legs of the frame shaking. They could very much give out any second.

"I- I want your cum in me, p-please. Been thinking about it e-ever since you entered that bus and s-sat next to m-me. Wanted to be f-fucked by your co-AHN-cock."

He rolls his head back, riding you like a fucking horse now. He takes on a ruthless pace, fucking everything out of you. Your legs shake furiously, and you turn into a vibrating mess. He grips your hair tighter and kisses your neck, attempting to soothe the burning marks he left on them not too long ago.

With a strangled groan, he releases his load into you. And, oh goodness. There is SO much cum. You feel the thick ropes of cum collect in your pussy. And there is just so much of it that it spills down onto the duvet, too. Some of it also spills down your thighs.

With a sweeping motion, he takes some of it onto his index finger and brings it to your mouth.

"Suck."

You're very happy to oblige, and you start sucking his finger like your life depends on it. You start sucking his finger as if it's his beautiful cock that just fucked the brains out of you.

"Good girl. Happily taking what you fucking deserve."

As you're still sucking his finger, he gives a sudden smack to your glistening clit, and you bite onto his finger because the jolt of painful pleasure makes your nerve endings combust into flames.

He hisses in pain, and chuckles to himself. You don't need to turn around to know that his pretty lips are contorted into a smirk.

As you're still sucking his finger, dazed in the afterglow, he flips you over like you weigh nothing, slamming you onto the bed that's now greasy with your combined bodily fluids.

"I'm not fucking done with you."

He splits your legs open, fitting his broad and muscular frame in between your thighs. Your legs are already so wide open, but he fucking separates them even more until your pussy lips are fully spread open.

He licks his lips and something dark stirs in his eyes.

Oh he really isn't fucking done with you.