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Kinktober Day 29 - Mirror Sex

Haley (SDV) x (g!p) reader [18+ MDNI]

WC: 1.4k

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You stood in the dimly lit bedroom of your farmhouse, the scent of fresh hay and earth still clinging to your clothes after another long day in the fields. Haley paced in front of the mirror propped against the wall, her own personal addition to the home, another reminder of the mark she left in your quiet world. Her blonde hair swayed with each sharp turn, blue eyes flashing with a mix of anger and something deeper she still refused to name. It’s been months now. The days with stolen touches, the nights tangled in sheets, but they always ended the same, Haley pulling back, pretending like it was nothing. Like you were nothing. 

“Stop doing that! Don’t make it weird,” She snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. You willed yourself to keep your gaze up. “We’re just…convenient. That’s all.”

Convenient. You were starting to hate that word because of how often she said it.

You gritted your teeth, fists clenched at your sides. All the times she’s shown up unannounced at your door, claiming every excuse under the sun to see you, curling into you under the stars, leaving the lingering scent of her perfume in the air, like she was staking a claim, but she denies it. Every damn time. 

“Convenient?” You scoffed. “That’s bullshit, Haley. You show up, you sleep in my bed, you kiss me like it means something! When are you gonna stop lying to yourself?”

She whirled toward you, lips curling into that typical, mean-girl sneer. “Oh, please. You’re being delusional. I don’t do feelings. Especially not with some dirt under the nails type like you.” Her words stung, but you see the flicker in her eyes, the way her gaze drops to your mouth, then lower, betraying her. 

Enough of this. 

You stepped forward, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close, the heat of her skin burning under your palm. “Admit it,” You growled, voice low and rough from the day’s labor. “Admit you feel something, or I’m done playing your games.” 

Haley yanked her arm back on instinct, but she didn’t pull away fully. “Let go, you brute! I don’t have to tell you shit!” Her breath comes quick, cheeks flushed, from anger or something else, you aren’t sure. 

You don’t let go. Instead, you spun her around, pressing her back to your front, your hands with a bruising grip on her hips. The mirror reflects it all, her wide eyes staring back at you, your frame looming behind her, the bulge in your pants as you pressed into her. 

“Look at yourself,” You demanded, one hand sliding up to grip her chin, forcing her gaze to the reflection. “Is that convenient to you?”

She squirmed under your touch, but it’s a half-hearted gesture, her body arching just enough to grind back against you. “Fuck you,” She hissed, but her voice wavered, snippy edge cracking. “You’re de—”

You cut her off by shoving her skirt up her thighs, exposing the lace panties underneath. Your fingers hooked into the waistband, yanking them down in one swift motion, letting them pool at her ankles. “Delusional? Then why are you wet already?” You slide a hand between her smooth legs, finding her cunt slick and hot, your fingers parting her folds to find her swollen bud.

Haley gasped, her hands bracing against the mirror, painted nails scraping the glass. “I’m not—ah!” Her protest quickly turned into a moan as you circled her clit, your other hand pinning her waist so she couldn’t escape the fifthly sight, her own face flushed, plush pink lips parted, your strong arm holding her in place. 

“Tell me,” You murmured against her ear, breath hot against her skin. Your cock strained against your jeans, and you made quick work of freeing yourself even as your fingers increased their pace against her. “Tell me how good I make you feel, or I’ll stop right now.”

She bit her lip, glaring at your reflection. “You’re such an asshole. Like you’d even know how—” You thrusted two fingers into her heat without warning, curling them to hit that spot that makes her knees buckle. She cried out, body clenching around you, but she didn’t lose her fire, still quick enough to snap at you. “Fine! You’re…okay at it. Happy?”

You chuckled, low and dark, pumping your fingers faster, the wet sounds filling the room as her arousal coats your hand. “Okay? That’s not good enough.” You withdrew your fingers, ignoring the soft whine that escaped her, and lined yourself up at her entrance. The mirror captures it perfectly, your tip nudging her swollen lips, her cheeks spread slightly by your grip. With a firm push, you sink into her, inch by inch, feeling her tight cunt stretch around you. 

“Oh fuck–” She moaned, head dropping forward, but your hand surged forward, gripping her blonde hair, yanking her up to meet your eyes in the reflection.

“Nu uh, look at me. Look at how good you take me. Fuck—” You pulled back, leaving only the tip before slamming back deep inside, hips slapping as they met hers.

Blue eyes met yours in the mirror, defiance warring with lust. “You think—you’re so great? I’ve had better.” But her voice breaks on a sharp gasp as you thrusted again, harder, restraint snapping as you filled her completely.

“Better?” You pistoned into her relentlessly, your hand holding her steady as the other snaked around to pinch her sensitive bud, enough to make her jolt against you. “Liar. You’re gripping me so tight, babe.” You rocked into her with steady, powerful strokes, feeling every flutter of her walls around you as the heat inside her built.

She pushed back against you, meeting your thrusts despite her words. “Shut up—just…fuck, harder!” She demanded like a brat, but you obliged, too lost in your own pleasure, pounding into her as the mirror fogged slightly from your combined breaths.

“Say it,” You grunted, sweat beading on your brow as you watched her unravel, face contorted in ecstasy, blonde hair mussed, body trembling. “That you have feelings for me, that I’m the one who makes you cum like this.” The coil in your stomach tightened, the sight of your length disappearing into her over and over again, pushing you further to the edge.

She shook her head, obnoxiously defiant even as her walls clenched around you. “Never…you’re just…a good fuck. That’s all.” But her voice is breathy, broken, and you can practically feel her snippiness dissolve into whimpers. 

You slowed your pace, teasing her with shallow strokes. “Wrong answer.” You pulled out almost entirely, hardness glistening with her arousal, hovering at her entrance. Haley whined, pushing back desperately, uncharacteristically so, the facade crumbling. 

“Please—don’t stop,” She begged, teary eyes pleading in the mirror. “Y-you make me feel so good. Better than anyone. Shit—you’re the only one who does this to me.”

“And the feelings?” You purred against her ear, teasing the tip inside her, just enough to make her squirm against you.

Her resolve snapped. “I love you, okay? Fuck, I love you, you annoying piece of shit. Now, if you don’t fuck me—”

Certainly not the sweet love confession you were hoping to hear, but it was all Haley, and that’s all that mattered in this moment. Softness be damned. 

Triumph surged through you as you drove back in, pace hard and fast, hips snapping against hers, claiming every inch of her. The mirror captured every dirty detail, her mouth open in ecstasy, your length plunging deep, her cunt clenching as she neared her climax. 

“That’s my girl,” You groaned, hot breath tickling her ear as you reached around to rub her swollen clit in tight, precise circles. 

She shattered against you, screaming your name as her orgasm hit, her warm walls pulsing against you as her juices dripped down her thighs. You followed moments later, a few hard strokes before burying yourself to the hilt and coating her walls with your seed, pulse after pulse. 

You both slumped against the foggy mirror, panting, her body soft in your arms now, skin flushed as glistening with sweat. You took in every small tremor of her body, planting gentle kisses on her neck. 

Haley glanced at your reflection, a small, genuine smile breaking through. “Don’t gloat,” She muttered, but there’s no bite left to her words, only gentle warmth.

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‧₊˚❀ SashiAvi's Kinktober Week One ❀˚₊‧

#2 | Aphrodisiacs | #2

Shane x Reader - Word Count - 5040

°•.Warnings - 18+ Smut | mean!shane, hate-fucking, one sided hate, derogatory language, dubious consent, shy - stuttering - timid!reader, blowjobs, throat fucking, lots of swearing, mating press, creampies, sex marathon, unestablished relationship, sweat, aphrodisiac cookies gone sexy, some comedy - a silly sexy fic

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Fuck.

It's a beautiful word, really. Something to be used in many contexts.

Fuck this. Fuck that. Fuck you. For Fuck's sake. Only a small pinch of what blooms out of Shane’s regular everyday vocabulary, a versatile thing that was always there to truly help him express himself.

The very word runs rampant in Shane’s head, looping over and over in a messy string, nearly mouthed out with the purse of his lips – But not for the reason one may think.

The burly man storms through the rough debris that dared to sprout around the edge of your farm, the entrance from the Ranch side path almost deliberately left unkempt, surely just to piss him further off, right? Add to the blasting hot flush that wrecked up his body, fueled with hot white annoyance and the nauseating touch of what felt like a fever.

All this over a midnight snack – Cookies. 

Or so he initially thought. Two bags wrapped up all pretty on the dining table, an obnoxious bow tied all prissy and pristine with a little tag, a message scrawled in your handwriting: “Special Treats!” - Little Miss Perfect infiltrating his home life now? Was the Saloon and his Goddamn place of work not enough for you?

Look at you, trying to pander around- Coming ‘round and gifting Aunt Marnie these treats, that sweet smile you usually threw at him surely smeared on your face, that crinkle in your eyes that had him chewing on his inner cheek lest he barked out something truly horrid. Sickeningly sweet - Enough to have his gut churn every time he had the displeasure of seeing you bound up to him, striking up some meaningless small-talk conversation as if you cared about any of the half-assed answers he had for you. 

However, that all didn’t deter him from snagging one of the wrapped-up parcels filled with cookies, yanking the tail of the ribbon bow with a clumsy pinch of his fingers to unwind the packet. Surely put out for the whole family, right? Right. So Shane thought at least.

The first bite had Shane scrunching his thick brows, chewing slow and heavy as he mused over the ‘cookie-biscuit-treat-thing’, pinched between his fingers, turned and rotated for inspection.

It was sickeningly sweet, just like you. With a swirl of thick caramel-like ribbons running through the crunchy dough, making him salivate, saliva pooling under his tongue as his jaw gives a dull and quick ache at the flavour. Fuck- It was almost as if it wasn't for human consumption. The thought makes Shane snort as he reaches for another, biting into the treat before washing it all down with an equally tooth-rotting swig of Joja-Cola.

The treats leave a grain of crumbs left on Shane’s fingers, sandy and dry, clinging to his clammy hands until he dusts it off with his thumb, going the extra mile to swipe his hand over the front of his jacket for good measure. 

He only meant to sample a few, just a few! Like three.. Okay, maybe four- Or five? 

And soon all that is left is the clear cellophane bag and a wrinkled and sad little ribbon you had used to tie it all together. Shit- Whoops, he’d gone and zoned out and ate himself into a stomach ache, mindlessly chewing and crunching down on each sweet treat until he was left with mere crumbs. 

Shane sucks on his teeth, tongue running over his molars, absentmindedly swiping up the last remnants of cookie while he bins the evidence and makes way towards his room for the rest of the night. Shane doesn't even bother flicking on his light, kicking his shoes to an unknown corner, lost to the piles of floor-drobe scattered around the ground. He smacks his lips, still sweet with an essence of sugary cookie treats.

The springs in his mattress creak with his weight as he sits, his large paw of a hand grabbing at his tousled duvet, nearly settled in for the evening – Until a heat washes up from his gut.

Shane freezes, eyes blindly flicking to each corner of his room, thoughts swirling through his mind, the twinge of fight or flight raising up his pulse, heart beginning to thrum in his throat. – Something was wrong – Ohh.. Fuck, was he about to be sick? 

A hot flush trills through his body, a full shiver starting from his shoulders and all the way down to his toes, treading past his gut in a way that had him panting a few out-of-breath gasps. He sits still, trying to listen to whatever his body was telling him, feeling his blood pressure rise with a thrum against his throat, the instinct to clench and unclench his jaw already in motion. His teeth grit audibly, a bubble in his gut making his brows scrunch tightly together.

He hiccups, more nausea following the jolting breath, something daring to jump up his throat- It bubbles, feels like a lump of something nasty, a fizzling sick that was surely about to come up and make some kind of mess! Shane sighs with an audible crack, his voice tainting the sound in a pitiful near-whine. It comes closer, his body fighting him, sickly hot and nasty- Yoba, he was going to be sick, wasn't he? His hand covers his mouth, body instinctively leaning forwards, bracing for the-!

“Ughh…Buh..” Okay. It was just a burp.

Sure, it relieved some of the pressure in his gut and maybe the nausea had died down but.. He still felt horrible, feverish.. 

Something else bubbles in the depths of Shane’s gut, rising up into the core of his chest, settling into a heavy ball of agitation, of annoyance and anger placed towards you. You did this, you had practically poisoned him - Maybe it was on purpose? Knew he'd be tempted by a snack sitting right on the table, just asking to be eaten. Yeah. You were in for it-! 

Sweat beads down Shane’s forehead, turning uncomfortably crisp and chilly in the cool night air, a hot full-body shiver wracks down his form, the contradicting temperatures churning his stomach into something nauseating. His brow furrows hard, enough to feel the lapping lick of a headache drag over his temple with a throb- He’s surprised he hadn’t popped an artery and collapsed amongst the messy brush of twigs and rocks scraping against his ankles, picking the threads of his socks with each clumsy, agitated step.

The burly man mutters under his breath, a silent string of unintelligible curses and swears, a permanent scrunch woven into his thick brows to top it off. 

“Fucks sake..” There's his favourite word, gritted through his teeth as a tree root hooks the toe of his shoe, the rubber soles squeak with apprehension, a kick of the dirt grounding Shane into staying upright. Another growl rolls through his teeth, f-bombs snarled with a crinkle of his nose; Fuck this. Fuck that. Fuck, You-! Yoba, he wishes.

Fucking. What.

Pause.

Shane has to give a physical shake of his head to throw the thought out of his ear, blinking hard a few times over before he properly comes to – When had he stomped up your porch steps and bashed a heavy rasp against your poor door? Somehow, his frown deepens, brows tightening and worsening the headache that budded at his temple, his hand stays stuck in the air in a fist just hovering by the door frame. He lets out a breath he hadn't noticed he was holding, the air feeling wet against his lips, combined with the slick drip of sweat that drops off of the tip of his nose.

He nearly jumps when the door creaks open, letting the light from within bleed into the night, making his eyes squint and blur as you come into vision, peeking your head through the door.

“Sh.. Shane?” Your voice is so fucking soft, caressing his ears, paired with the concerned look on your face; Dolly eyes blinking at him, all filled with worry, and that puppy-like tilt to your head? It has his molars grinding together. “Are you alright..? It’s quite late-”

“No- I’m not ‘alright’-” Shane cuts you off, coming back into the present, his voice stressing against his throat. “You,” He starts, easily barging into your space with heavy steps, his palm pawing at the frame of the door, “Fuck- Y’have it out f’me, dontcha?” He accuses, irritation quickly bubbling back to a rolling boil. Yoba, don’t look at him like that, all frowny-faced, brows knitted into an innocent sense of confusion.

“N-No? I don’t, I-” 

“Oh? You don’t, huh? So, what, you go out of your way to fucken’ poison me for no reason then?” His tone rises, headvoice busting through his throat with a growl.

“Poison? Shane, I-I’m lost, I’m sorry-” You carefully reach your hand out to him, tilted carefully as if he were a distressed beast. It sounds alarms in his head, making the feverish wash of shivers all the more worse, as if touching him would send him spiralling.

“Ohohh.. Don’t act all coy and stupid-” Shane avoids your touch and points a finger at you, jamming it into your chest with a mean poke, “You made those cookies,” he heaves, “were practically askin’ me to eat em’, too,” He points back at himself, movements swaying and a little clumsy, “knew I would too, know I’m nothin’ but a-” You cut off the attempt at his self depreciation with a stumble of words.

“C-Cookies?” Shane watches your face contort into some kind of horror; lips parting, mouth opening with a soft gasp, “Shane.. H-How many…” You take a step back, fingers worrying around your mouth, teeth digging into the end of your nails in a nervous bite, a panic setting in to your body language. “How many did you have..?” Shane can barely hear you through your mumbling, that silly way you cover your mouth and the Goddamn thrumming in his ears. Your tone sends something icy through his chest.

“A whole fuckin’ bag?” His pitch raises; you weren't instilling a whole lot of confidence in him. Shane rolls his neck, agitation hot on the edge of his patience. Your reaction was less than stellar for his own mental stability.

“Ah-! Shane.. Those..” You look him over, eyes frantically searching his form, full of worry and.. For Yoba's sake, were you tearing up? Give him a break, he’s not falling for whatever this little act was, the faux sweetness, trying to wrap him around your little fingers, tugging at his heart and causing a thrum of palpitations – Okay, maybe it was working to some effect. 

“Uhm.. D-Don’t freak out,” You preface, slow and careful, your face twisted in thought, he could practically see the gears in your brain working overtime to articulate whatever was on your mind. “The ‘cookies’..” You stammer, looking everywhere but him.

“They were for the cows.. For… for b-breeding..?” You say it like you’re unsure, embarrassed to even utter the word. 

“Breeding?!” Shane regrets the raise in his voice, the splitting throb in his head protesting his reaction.

“Yes! Yes- I just.. M-Miss Marnie wanted some ‘special treats’ for the cows? T-To help with uhm..” You pause your rambling, tongue trying to wrap around a word that didn't sound downright filthy, “To cultivate them in time for the Valley F-Fair..?” It sounds more like a question, like you were trying to convince yourself of the story. “I swear!” 

Shane can’t even respond, staring at you like a dead fish, mouth agape and all of the breath in his lungs sucked out, eye twitching with the semblence of something that said ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ 

“I should have labelled them better, I-I’m sorry I didn't know I..” You start rambling at him, excuses about Jas, the fact that not everyone was home, that you thought the wrapping would be cute, blah, blahblah, blah blah-

“F’Gods sake, Shut up-” Words come back to Shane, gritted through his teeth with a dull growl, effectively making you snap your jaw shut and obey with a nervous nod. Fuck, a trill of warmth swells in his guts at that, the way you so readily listen to his barks. You shrink under him, more soft mumbles spilling from your lips, “Proper words.” He scolds you, that practiced dad-like tone coming out for just a moment.

“I-I’m sorry.. I-” 

“Sorry isn't going to fix this- Fuck..” A dizzy spell knocks Shane into a wobble, his palm coming into contact with a nearby wall to stabilise himself- There was no way he was going to walk his ass home in this condition, not anytime soon at least. “How.. hahh.. How do I stop it?” His cool, sunken eyes glare at you.

“I.. You.. Can’t, really…” You hesitate, teeth nervously picking bites at your bottom lip. “Can.. Manage symptoms, maybe? Y-Yknow..?” You make a few awkward gestures, vulgar enough to get the idea across.

“You’re tellin’ me I gotta jerk off- What? You gonna watch or something? Huh?” He leans harder into the wall, his knees starting to give out underneath him, creaking with a deep ache. It redirects the source of the symptoms, however.. How long had his groin been aching with steady swells of arousal? Feverish hot and cold shivers manifest into something more tingly- Anticipatory excitement agitating his limbs, making them feel oh so restless.

“N-No I.. I’m… Offering..” You ponder off, biting your inner cheek on one side, shrinking into yourself even more, “I wanna help.” Your eyes trail down, lingering on the steady swelling pudge of Shane’s cock outlined in his pants. Fuck- Was this your plan all along? Have him chase you down as part of your little game? Play the helpful little nice girl after you’d fucked his night up? “S’my fault.. Right? I-I should at least.. You know..” So forward, and you can’t even say the proper words.

Fuck.

This was a bad idea, obviously. 

That's why he let you guide his clumsy, fever-stricken ass into the living room, settling him into the cushions of the couch, legs spread apart enough to show off the throbby swell of his cock straining hard against the front of his shorts. Obviously. He watches your eyes widen a smidge when it dares to flex, hot and aching with the press of fabric, the seam line of his pants digging right into the swollen tip of his dick, making Shane hiss a wiry swear through his teeth.

He lulls his head to the side, clumsily leaning into the back of the couch, eyes dull and lazy as they look down at you, watching you kneel between his spread knees. Your fingers carefully trace the threads that made up the edge of his pants, tentative and seemingly weary, eyes looking up, all clueless and puppy-like, hesitant to make the first move.

“Fuck y’lookin at..” Shane’s grudge resurfaces, words slurred as another ache throbs in his brain. He nearly feels a pang of guilt at the way you snap your gaze downwards, nearly. His cock gives another throb instead, visibly flexing beneath the fabric like a taunt, the barest itch of fabric friction earning the room a sigh-laced groan. 

“Y-You..?” God. You think you’re cute, acting all nervy and worried like this, cowering under his blurred, less-than-sober gaze. Shane has to swallow down another bark of insults, his thick fingers struggling to fumble with his fly, thumbing helplessly at the button and zip that confines him. Your hands raise to help, stilling at the pointed and unamused look he hurls at you. This was for him, not for you. He was in charge of what was going down, got it?

Finally, finally- the telltale buzz of his zipper sounds as he frees himself of the horrid confines of his shorts, stomach breathing in relief as his waistband slackens, cock nearly punching through his boxers when he shimmies his pants down just enough.

God- He’d bled weeps of pre-cum through his underwear, the kitschy, worn-out pattern of pizzas tainted with a blobby wet patch. The fabric sheens in the dim warm light of the living room, all but the mark his cock had cried into his pants, wet and matte and visibly sticky- He has to flex his calves when another onslaught dares to cry from his clothed tip.

“Shit..” Shane sniffles, thumbing at the elastic of his boxers, soothing the bite the band left embedded in his skin. His eyes flick to you, nose crinkling when you avoid his gaze, feeling the remnants of sweat on his top lip, all cool and uncomfortable. He wipes his face with his shoulder, giving his head a shake in an attempt at composure, regretting the way it has his vision swamped and swimming. This was stupid, he felt sick. Now, he should haul himself off to the clinic, but something in his body kept him right there, sunken into the comfy seat of the couch, shimmying his cock free with a fumble and a grit to his teeth.

Okay, this was sort of worth it, watching you marvel at his length, standing tall and proud for you- Because of you, yeah, this was on you. He thumbs at the base, feeling through the thickly dark brush of wiry hair that framed his cock, cringing at just how worked up and sweaty he’d gotten on the walk over. To be honest, he almost feels bad or something, but it's short-lived.

He can't contemplate regret with the huff of your nervous breath, how it has him forcing up a hot flex through his cock, the thick vein that tread up to the tip pulsing almost comically- Pornographically, as if he were some actor making chump change for some seedy website, hopped up on viagra or some shit makin’ his dick too big – Well, that wasn’t far off of the current events, honestly. 

Fuck you and your stupid sex cookies, making him lose the breath that rasped out of his lungs, aching the joints of his jaw as his teeth grit and grind with a hearty scowl.

The teasing has his guts churning, that nauseating bubble of fever mixed with that sickly sweet essence of arousal- Shane feels bad for the cows and what they’re sure to endure with that other batch of treats sitting and waiting on the counter back at the Ranch. Your little breaths are warm, combating the hot dribble of pre-cum that cries a weepy tear down the thick vein running down the underside of his cock. Your head tilts, lips coming closer, doll eyes looking up at him for some kind of permission, pursing and pouty and so- so, so close-!

Fuckkk.

“Hahh.. Sh-Shit.” He doesn't mean to make such a whimpery, pissy sound, but it's hard not to. That velvet sweet tongue of yours dragging a careful kitten lick up the underside of his rosy cockhead, flattening softly over the tip to lap up the dribbles of arousal leaking from his slit. He paws a hand into the couch cushion, fingers flexing a handful of the material in some attempt to ground himself. Fuck, that shouldn’t have elicited that kind of a reaction. What was he? Some bitchless virgin teenager?

God- but it soothes that pulsing ache in his head.. Both of them- Each and every drag of your wet tongue sends clarity to his brain and a fuzz of arousal to his cock. He lets his head fall back, a careful sigh slowly pushing out of his lungs, brows now knitted in concentration over outright pain and discomfort, focusing on those gentle, rhythmic licks and laps. It annoyed him, just how tentative and gentle you were, practically coddling him through this.. Rut he was going through- Just proving him wrong to a degree. Was a few kisses and licks to his prick making him have second thoughts about you?

“Haghh.. Fuckk-” You rip a groan from his throat, Adam's apple peeking through the stubble that poked his skin with a bob. He feels it, your lips wrapping around his chubby mushroom tip, spitty, warm, silky even, tongue swirling patterns around and around, cheeks hollowing to give a suckle. You hum back at him, soft, breaths huffing from your nose brushing against the length of him while you gift attention to the tip.

Shane peeks an eye down, dick flexing against your tongue at the content little expression on your face – eyes fluttered shut, lips pursed and pouty on his cock, lost in your own little world down there. Ohh, but something itches, an urge to soothe a new feeling, something hot and buzzing, not quite like that sickly wash of fever, something that had his hand itching to touch you..

Thick fingers thread their way into your hair, heavily and clumsily petting at you, coordination still washed from the effect of those fucked up cookies. His knuckles ache to squeeze, to give a pull, wanting to take some charge and be rough with you. The fingers tighten, gripping your hair in a fist, strands taught and pulling on your scalp. You can only glance at him before he pushes his palm down.

Down, down, dowwwn girl. Yeah, that's right, take him right to the back of your throat.

“There ya go.. Haghh.. shh..iiit..” His head drops forward from the couch, neck rolling to a stop, tilted for the best view of you down there.

Just look at’cha. Pretty face smushed into the messy, wiry brush of his base, your fingers grappling a handful each of the fabric of his shorts, nails digging a delicious stinging scratch into his skin through the material- Fuck, you’re even tugging at the hairs on his thighs in your scramble. It stings and it shows with a hiss through his gritted teeth. Shane couldn't care enough, though, not with how sweetly velvet your mouth felt, all softly-silky with spit and drool gagged up from the bullying choke of his tip down your throat. Ohh, how you gargle down on him, those pretty lashes of yours bled wet with tears, sparkling up at him with your strained and fluttered blinks.

His hips roll off of the sofa, up in experimental thrusts, the swollen pudge of his tip pressing wetly to the back of your throat. His hand pushes you down to meet with him, getting a kick each time your nose buries into the musk of his pubes, those lips kissing a ring of bubbly spit around his length. His chest heaves, a burn nestling into his lungs, veins on fire, the thought of your own well-being thrown out the door in favour of using you as a remedy.

It was your fault in the end, right? You’re only doing your part in all of this.

Still, Shane has enough mercy on you to lift you off of him, sloppy, gagged up saliva slurping up his cock with the movement. His thick fingers cup your face, squishing your cheeks together to purse your lips into a pucker, and he inspects you, already feeling that uneasy bubble of artificial arousal pulse to his cock. Your breath stutters a hiccup, a sob seemingly right at the tippity top of your throat, ready to barrel out with a cry. The threat of it has Shane groaning a low sound, tilting his head to admire you, dullen grey-green eyes looking you over, taking it all in.. 

The spike of that arousal coursing through his veins was surely an aid in his opinions – You were cute like this, sniffly and frowny, lips wobbling between the pinch of his fingers, eyes locked to the flushed up bruisy-rose head of his cock.

His skin pricks with pins and needles, fiery and agitated, only soothed when he plants you back on his length, ignoring the muffled, gargled sound you make at him. You fist against his shorts for comfort, curling into the material of the waistband that pools around his upper thighs, looking all huddled up and cute on his cock.

“Relax- Oi.. That’s it- C’mon, fuckk..” He massages his free hand around your chin, fingers cupping your jaw, making you go nice and slack, knuckles brushing a delicate – a Shane level of delicate, at least – brush against your throat, opening you up all nice and easy for his bullying cock.

Perception blurs, hot lust and a clouded shadow of arousal takes over Shane’s mind, that sickly sweet and sticky feeling in his body transforming into something alive and buzzing, needing more- more and more.. Sharp pangs of arousal replaces the fever, lethargic bones and joints now twitchy and on fire, guts twisting with the build-up of an orgasm rather than the swirl of anger and nausea.

Oh, he feels it, fuck- the taught squeeze of his balls, constricting with a flex when he comes to his peak, the plump and rosy tip of his dick lodged nice and deep down your throat, feeling that tongue massage over the underside. He spurts his first round, hot and thick, cumming hard with rolling thrusts of his hips until he pushes you down with a heavy palm. The gags and sputtering only urge him on, milking up a healthy cum-shot just for you.

He groans when you come up for air, messily coughing and gagging up a sputtery, spitty mix of cum and saliva, wet tears streaming down your cheeks, a sniffle to your nose adding to the vision. You make a show of swallowing, covering your mouth just like earlier, hiccuping the barest hint of a cry behind your hand. You look up at him, eyes watery, hair a mess, nose snotty, and what do you see? Well, Shane’s already pulling off another gush of cum, busting a load over his thick knuckles as he fists his cock at the sight of you, tip flexing angrily with dribbles of milky white.

Why stop there, right? Not like he could regardless.. Fuck… Good thing you were so helpful to help him out in such a predicament, right?

Right.

So generous, maybe you truly were the sweet and doting little farmer everyone said you were, look at you now – Split in half, taking cock on the floor of your living room, legs folded to your ears while Shane’s heavy weight presses you into the run below. Your clothes are gone, so are his, long forgotten between Yoba knows how many rounds between you.

Your supple cunt weeps his cum, a filthy ring of cream bubbling around his base, sticking into the brush of his pubes, leaking down his heavy balls, making them all sticky as they clap against you with each and every thrust. You’re practically non-verbal at this point, whimpering little noises, hiccups of something soft and sweet. You cling to him, arms clumsily locked around his sweaty neck, nails digging a scratch each time Shane rolls his hips a certain way.

He mounts your cunt, stuffing you up with the thick of his cock, his skin sticking to yours, thick tummy and strong thighs giving a slight wobble every time his hips smack into yours. He’s practically in your stomach, fucked into your guts, spattered at least two- or what it three.. Thick loads into you already. What a champ you were, helping him out like this, after tormenting him for so long, for practically drugging him into an endless plane of arousal. Can’t stop, won’t stop- Not when your cunt sucks him in like this, not when you do more than just lay there and look pretty- around after round and you’re still craning those hips, digging your heels into his back, peppering desperate kisses against the scruff of his soft jaw.

Ohhh fuck.. He’s close again. 

Shane groans loud, manhandling you in place, bending you in a way he could only previously imagine, eyes rolling to the back of his skull when you desperately hold your own legs all steady for him. So sweet and generous, might give you something for it all too-

His thick thumb plays with your clit, rubbing rough circles into the poor, puffy and overstimulated little bud, all wet and slippery with cum and slick. His thrusts grow rough and heavy, the full weight of his body practically crushing you into the floor, punching you in the guts with his cock. Shane watches your tits jump with each fuck, the plaps of his hips cutting up for breaths into cute little stacattos, endless hiccups, messy sniffles, bleary eyes that can barely properly look at him.

“Hmmm fuckkk.. M’gonna cum again y’know- wan’ more? Hmnn?” Shane slurs, licking at his lips, catching drool with a messy slurp. You respond with a sniffly, wobbly ‘yes’ of your own, petting a hand into the grown-out undercut that curls at his neck. His free hand grips your shoulder, pulling you down on his cock, the other paying that very special attention to your clit, pinching, rubbing, massaging, working you into your own nth orgasm of the evening. 

Your pussy gurgles with cum, all lubed and suckling on his cock, coming closer and closer, tightening up on his length, a squeezy kiss of your cunt to his base-! Shane digs deep and grinds, rubbing his pelvis into your clit, hot friction tipping you over, both of his hands now pulling you into him. You tug his hair, he sinks his teeth into your neck, groans and cries synchronise as Shane floods you with more of his cum, adding to the sloshy mess he’d dumped into you already. It spurts hot and heavy, rope after rope, fuck, it feels impossible to hold this much cum. His balls ache and twitch, tip all swollen and surely a bruisy purple by now, but Yoba, how could he care? Especially now.

You squeeze around him, pushed to the edge as he fucks himself through it all, quivering around his pulsy cock, toes curling, throat hoarse with whimpery rambles, babbling nonsense about cumming for him, all for him! Ohh, it's wet, it's messy, adding to the stickiness that drips between his thighs and smears onto your skin, has Shane’s cock pulsing for more, despite the protest in his arms and the dull aching in his back.

“Fuck..”

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2nd prompt for this week! I do really hope you enjoyed, I had so much fun writing this! This wip has been sitting for quite a while, I'm really happy to have it done. Sort of a leftover wip from a request earlier this year before my hiatus :>

I've never posted a mean Shane fic so that's exciting!! I think I like how he turned out~ lmk what you think hehe

[smokepotgivetop]

꒰ ✶ ꒱ … ❛ MEDDLE ABOUT ❜ : when a foul mouthed nicotine addict does everything he can to get your attentions to exceed friend ship status.

val’s notes ⟡ nsfw. minors do not interact. sebastian x fem!reader. content warnings: semi-public sex, cowgirl, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, pining, seb calls reader princess & baby, and sebastian is in love with you for reals. notes: inspo song. an incredibly self serving fic where seb is covered in tattoos and piercings; because duh. word count: 3.5k — please like & reblog if you enjoyed !

The knock came at ten forty-seven pm, while you were lounging in bed, nose stuffed in the most recent smutty book you’d gotten your hands on. The sudden noise made you jump, eyes flicking to the clock on your bedside table. You huffed out a breath, letting the tension leave your body.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Sebastian to simply show up at your doorstep at random times throughout the day every so often. But his visits tended to be well into the night, which had led you to make several jokes about him being a gentleman caller. To which he’d always roll his eyes and then playfully offer his services. You hadn’t ever accepted, despite wanting to look him dead in the eye and ask him to take his fucking clothes off. He’d always pop up with a new tattoo or piercing, gradually showing you more and more of his skin.

You questioned many times if that was his way of hinting to you that he was interested but you didn’t ask. Maybe because he was a recluse and you didn’t want to push him away. So you accepted the oddly flirtatious relationship the two of you had and enjoyed the late night smokes, talks, and walks he had to offer you. Except tonight was different. Tonight you wanted to be honest and admit your feelings for him.

You dropped the book in front of you, letting it fall shut as you slipped off your bed. You made your way through the otherwise silent house, seeing headlights peak through the curtains attached to the window near your front door.

You grasped the metal door handle, pulling it open to see the usual suspect. Messy black hair falling into his eyes as a cigarette hung between his teeth. It was still smoking and already half way gone. You leaned against the door frame, looking up at him with a pearly smile. His snake bites caught the light above your door and flashed for a moment.

“Come to steal my snacks again?” It was playfully accusatory.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, pulling the cigarette from between his lips. Something about him felt different, you realized. He seemed to be in higher spirits than usual but maybe you decided not to look too far into it. Maybe he was just happy to see you.

“It’s not stealing if you watch me do it without complaining.” His flicked the ash, pursing his lips before speaking. “And no snack theft. Just an outing. An excursion out of town, if you will.”

“Fair enough.” You couldn’t help but sigh, head tipping to the side so it could rest on the doorframe as well. “A little jaunt into the woods? You wouldn’t happen to be planning my gruesome murder, would you?”

“Unfortunately for you, I like your snark too much.” He waved his hand at you, “Now go on. We’re taking my ride this time.”

You watched him put out the finished cigarette on the bottom of his boot; flicking it into the flower pot you’d put on your porch just for him. You’d done it happily, even if you’d teased him for it. The funniest part to him had been the fact that he found a joint in there once and he teased you for it right back. That had been the beginning of going to a quiet spot out of town and getting absolutely blitzed while talking about the most random shit. You hoped tonight would be like that too. Simple, easy, and nothing but cracking jokes.

You smiled to yourself, fighting the heat rising up your throat. You leaned away from the doorframe and nodded. “Lemme get my shoes.”

He watched you step back inside, slipping on a pair of vans before grabbing a light coat from the hangers in the entryway. You slipped it on, making sure to check the pocket for your stash. You were relieved to realize it was still there and you closed the door behind you. But you stopped in your tracks when you noticed the brand new car in your driveway.

You quickly whipped your head around to look at Sebastian, who was a few paces behind you with the most shit eating grin on his face. You narrowed your eyes at him, jabbing your thumb in the direction of the car, “Uh, since when?”

Sebastian couldn’t help himself, he cracked a laugh, covering his mouth as he chuckled. “Your face is killing me,” he said between breaths.

With an eye roll, you flicked him in the arm and turned back towards the car. It was black, of course. To you that made sense. But it was also sleek and and sexy. You’d gotten so used to the raggedy truck he borrowed from his mom all the time that the vibe shift was insane. You didn’t hate it though because honestly it fit him perfectly.

You walked towards the passenger side, pulling the door open and plopping yourself down in the seat. The seats were smooth black leather and, not to your surprise, Sebastian had already added LEDs to the interior. It almost made you giggle; he was so predictable.

As you inspected the interior, he quietly slipped into the driver’s seat. He pulled out of your driveway, letting you go about your business in peace and quiet. It was entertaining, really, anything you did was entertaining. Even if you were immersed in one of your books or trying to beat his high score on a video game. He could watch you watching paint dry and he’d still find it entertaining. Maybe he was too far gone but he didn’t care.

It was a quiet night on the road; just the breeze, bugs, and Sebastian’s newest playlist playing from the stereo. It briefly crossed your mind, again, that the songs on the playlists felt targeted. But you chose to ignore it for your own sanity. All the possible signs that he felt the same for you all boiled down to one thing: it couldn’t possibly be a good enough sign. It was something you did too often but couldn’t stop.

Sebastian looked at you from the corner of his eye, tongue peaking out to wet his bottom lip. You were yapping about the book you’d been reading the past few days; including all the tiny smutty details that had you visibly flustered in his passenger’s seat. He was used to this, the stream of consciousness that you became when utterly relaxed around him. He never teased you about it because if you ever stopped, he might actually pass away. Maybe that was dramatic.

He drove to one of the usual spots the two of you tended to occupy on these excursions. This time it was the cliff overlooking Zuzu City. Which happened to be one of your favorite spots and Sebastian knew that. Your yapping died off as you realized where he’d taken you, a soft smile gracing your face. He watched you and the second you smiled, his heart stuttered in his chest.

Sebastian parked the car, climbing out of the car and making his way over to the large boulder near the cliff edge. He hopped atop it, legs dangling off the side as he lit himself another cigarette. You followed behind him, crossing your legs once you were on the boulder.

It was pleasantly warm out, with a delicate breeze passing through the surrounding trees and it made you feel incredibly glad that he’d showed up at your door that night. You could tell him now but you simply pushed down the urge and watched him take a drag of his cigarette.

When he met your eyes, his heart stuttered again. There was something there, something he couldn’t quite place. Until it hit him like a train. You were staring at him the way he stared at you. God had it always been so obvious? Was he an idiot? Was he blind? He concluded that he must be.

“U-um.” He cleared his throat, ashing his cigarette as he turned his face towards you.

The metal peaked out, clear as day this time, as he wet his lips. He saw the way your pupils widened in recognition, how your eyes lingered on his lips. How you slowly lifted your gaze to his eyes and your pupils remained blown wide. It wasn’t that you were surprised, he had plenty of piercings as it was. It was simply the placement of this one that had your brain spinning.

You swallowed, trying to compose yourself. You took a deep breath in through your nose and shook your head playfully. “A car and a new piercing? So many surprises. Is it a special day or something?”

Yes, he wanted to say. Yes it was. But the intended confession just wouldn’t come out. “Is it really that surprising?”

“Well, no. You show up with a new tattoo or piercing every single time you knock at my door.” You shrugged, the realization came out in words but it didn’t process in her mind. “Feels like it’s different this time. Like you’re tryna impress me.” You sounded like you were teasing but as you spoke, the cogs in your head began to turn.

Sebastian stared at her, heat rising up his neck till it reached his ears. God you were right. You were always right. “I am tryna impress you,” it came out without warning. But deep down he was glad he’d finally admitted it.

It’d been weeks, fuck, months even; of this weirdly flirtatious but painfully platonic vibe between the two of you. It had been driving him crazy but only because he could never get the courage to admit how he actually felt for you. All these tiny signs that maybe you liked him too but none of them felt solid enough. So he always let them slip by.

He watched you process what he said, mouth parting slightly in surprise. Your brain was running a thousand miles per minute, struggling to process his confession. Partly because you were convinced he was just joking like he usually did. But the other part was that his expression and tone were deadly fucking serious.

You were stumbling over what to say in response. This was the moment you were supposed to flirt back, confess your own feelings. He’d given you such a beautiful opening and if you didn’t take the chance, you’d effectively be an idiot.

“You don’t have to try and impress me, Seb.” You laughed softly, leaning in to graze your lips against his cheek.

He held back a feral groan, compressing it into a held breath that slowly deflated. Even you saying his nickname absolutely wrecked him. But your proximity and the smell of your perfume had his head spinning. You were intoxicating in the best way and he was convinced he’d never get enough of it.

Sebastian’s hand flew up to grip your waist, fingers tightening there as he leaned into the ghost of your lips. But you were leaning away from him again and his mind was screaming at him to chase it. So he turned his head just enough to catch your lips with his. Pulling you closer by your waist, his other hand caressed the back of your neck. He kissed you like a man starved, gasping against your mouth.

It was a different pace than you were used to with him but you didn’t care. You just melted into him, running your tongue against his lips between kisses. Sebastian huffed against your mouth, grip on you tightening ever so slightly. He chased your lips with his as his hands moved down your body, to your thighs.

He pulled you into his lap, fingers skimming up your inner thighs until they slipped underneath the skirt you were wearing. As your thighs settled on either side of his waist, it made your heart race and your breathing stutter. It suddenly felt incredibly hot, even with the night breeze. His skin was scorching against yours and it was driving you crazy.

You could feel his growing hard on below you, trapped behind his jeans and boxers. All of it made your skin prickle with anticipation as your own hands slid over his shoulders, wrapping your arms around his neck. He looked like a mess below you but you knew this wasn’t his last form. By the time you were done with him, he’d look thoroughly destroyed.

When his fingers grazed the waistband of your panties, they stopped moving and his body stilled against yours. He looked unsure, anxious even, but he had no reason to be. You reached below your skirt, hand hovering over his as you tugged on the waistband lightly yourself. Sebastian shivered, groaning to himself as he tugged them down your waist.

You stood above him and he drug them down your legs, his own pupils expanding as he saw how wet you were. He tucked your panties into his hoodie pocket as he pulled you back into his lap. His hand found your waist and throat again as he pulled you back into a hungry kiss, nipping at your bottom lip between breaths.

Your fingers fumbled with the buckle of his belt, yanking the pieces apart as smoothly as possible before tugging the zipper down on his jeans. Sebastian’s hands fell back, bracing himself against the rock as he watched your hands make quick work of his clothing.

His hand flew to your hands, stopping your movements. “Are you sure?”

Your eyes snapped to his, chest heaving. “Yes. Are you?”

He huffed. As if exasperated, rolled his eyes as his head momentarily dropped back. He looked at you again, “Honestly just fuck me already.”

His statement hit you so hard that it knocked the air out of your lungs. Combined with his usual pallor having turned a beautiful shade of red as he looked up at you, his own chest heaving under your hands; you felt like you were falling head first into him. It was simply too much in all the best ways.

As your lips met his, one hand reached into his boxers, carefully pulling out his cock to grasp it with your hand. To which Sebastian gasped, whining quietly as his eyes struggled to stay open. “F-fucking heelll,” he drawled at the feeling of your hand moving in a smooth rhythm along his length.

Sure he’d imagined this moment many times. He’d even had wet dreams about you. But the real thing was nowhere near the lackluster shit he tried to come up with in his head. His breaths came out in short huffs as he watched you work his length, your own face growing hot. It was a beautiful sight, seeing your eyes blown wide and glassy. He’d happily die right there is his deepest desire wasn’t within his reach.

Sebastian groaned when your hand slipped off his cock, his eyes chasing your hand as it pulled your skirt up in front. His brain stuttered as you exposed the naked skin your inner thighs. His eyes rose to the trail of wetness that was slipping down your skin, and finally your pussy, as you aligned his shaft with your entrance. One of his hands moved to your hip instinctively, his body pulsing as if you’d made him a live wire.

Your face contorted in pleasure, mouth dropping open ever so slightly to let loose a moan as you slowly sank down on his cock. Sebastian devoured the sight while adjusting to the feeling of your wet hot walls enveloping him. Whatever fuck ass ideas he’d had about the way your pussy would feel around his dick, he’d been dangerously wrong. Because he immediately knew he was pussy whipped.

“Seb.” Your head dropped forward, catching your lip between your teeth with a whine of his name. Your hands found purchase on his chest, fisting his shirt in your hands.

His hips jerked up into yours without thinking, both of your bodies shuddering from it. Keeping his hand on your hip, he moved his other hand to your throat, pulling you into a softer kiss than before; your hips beginning to move in a delicate rhythm. He could feel your pulse against his fingers and he chose to focus on that and your lips, instead of the undying urge to thrust into you.

Soon enough the two of you were leaned into each other, foreheads pressed together as your choppy breathing filled the space between you and him. Sebastian fought his urges, slipping his hand from your throat, down to the collar of your tank top. With his pointer finger, he pulled it down, hooking it on the underside of your breasts before leaning in to bite and nip at your hot skin.

He left a trail of marks from your tits to your neck, humming against your skin in approval as he did so. He felt your walls tighten around him almost imperceptibly, his hips moving to meet yours; except this time it was on purpose. His hands found your hips again, holding you steady as he began to fuck you from below. In return, you unclipped your bra, dropping it on the boulder beside him so he could see all of your chest.

It made your heart swell when he whined, head tipping back after his eyes landed on your bare tits. A quiet ‘fuck’, followed by his hips slamming into you from below. It left your spine tingling and a raw moan fell from your mouth, landing against the skin of Sebastian’s neck as you leaned forward. You were desperately trying to cling to him as your head spun from the sensations. You hadn’t even considered how it’d feel to hear him moan because of you, and better yet, for you. It was making you feel drunk, his noises and the drag of his cock through your walls.

You started moving your hips to meet his, hands caressing both sides of his jaw as your breaths began coming out in choppy moans. You nipped at his lips, tongue dragging across his lower lip as you ground your hips into his in tight circles. His pelvic bone caught your clit and you immediately whined into his mouth. “More, please.” You begged him.

“Anything, princess.” Sebastian doesn’t keep you waiting, choosing to lay back against the boulder.

More than willing to take the discomfort as long as you didn’t have to. He kept your hips elevated as he started fucking you mercilessly. He doesn’t even bother trying to muffle his own sounds, which spilled out of him, a cacophony of moans and groans that loosely sounded like your name but not quite. It only made your walls clamp down around him tighter and you couldn’t help the how it rippled every time he bottomed out inside you.

You could barely process the world around you anymore, aside from Sebastian and the places his body was connected to yours. He looked about the same, positively fucked out and mind empty except one thing, you. you wanted to hang on longer but you could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching due to the friction of his pelvis against your clit. Almost as if your bodies were made to be fitted together this way.

It sounded corny in your mind, especially with him fucking you senseless, but on the other hand… it only turned you on more. Your thumb pushed his chin up, his eyes meeting yours with parted lips and eyes that were only pupil. He knew without you even having to tell him but it didn’t stop him from smirking; the cocky fuck.

“Are you close, baby?”

You nodded frantically, your hips stuttering and shaking as you chased your high. Until it collapsed around you, body shaking against his as he held you close. His yelled out a string of curse words, hands gripping your waist so hard he might bruise you. His hips stilled against you. Balls deep inside you as the convulsions of your pussy made his snap, cumming inside you as his head spun from the sensations.

After a few moments and even though you were still recovering with scattered thoughts and shaky breaths, Sebastian thrusts slowly and deeply as his orgasm began to ebb away. He watched as his cum began to leak out of you, even with his cock stuffed inside.

“I will never get used to this.” He admitted, eyes glistening like the lines of cum slipping down your inner thighs. It made him hungry for more and he knew he wasn’t going soft anytime soon. "You're so fucking beautiful."

You laughed softly, slowly coming down from your high with him. But you kissed him, tongue brushing against his before you pulled away, to wrap your arms around him. You hugged him for a moment before leaning back.

"You wouldn't mind breaking in your car, would you?" You asked with a tiny smirk.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

꒰ ✶ ꒱ … ❛ AVALON'S NOTES ❜ : i’ve finally put this idea into writing after letting it bounce around my empty ass head. i hope you enjoyed! lemme know if you’d like more sebastian… especially if it’s with tats and piercings hehe. also, if you’d like to read or save this fic on AO3, here’s the link.

⸝ ⸝ ⠀i do not consent to any of my work being translated or reposted on any platform. do not feed any of my work into ai software.

[thebluester2020]

[SDV] Bachelors x Reader Not Wanting Them To Pull Out

Summary: Anon does a good job explaining what's going on here!

Warning(s): Pure smut, Shane and Alex are a bit mean, but nothing too dramatic, Whiny Sebastian, Needy Sam, Nothing much to note here! These headcanons/drabbles are just sex 😩

Side Note(s): Admittedly, I made Shane's short because I worried this fic was already gettin' a bit long. 😔

Elliott

Freezes immediately.

He could've sworn that his brain conjured up a lewd mimic of your voice to trick him.

But, when he turned his head down to look at your panting form, your eyes glazed over with lust and pure need. Your legs around him tightened, bringing him in closer as your lips formed into a pout.

"D-Don't pull out..." You murmured, embarrassed at your own words, before a soft moan escaped your lips when you felt Elliot's cock twitch inside of you at what you had just said.

Slowly, he began to move again, his once wide-open eyes beginning to slowly flutter as if they were on the verge of shutting. "A-Are you sure, my love? I don't want to—fuck...make you uncomfortable, do something against—"

Your legs tightened once more.

"...I'm sure."

That's all the confirmation he needed.

♡ - "You're so cruel, my love..." Elliott whispered to you as he planted kisses all over your face, not a single area left untouched by his affection, as the stark contrast of Elliot's soft kisses compared to his borderline feral thrusts threw your already spinning mind even more for a loop. "Asking me to cum inside you so sweetly..."

Each word that was spoken to you went in one ear and out the other as you held onto Elliott for dear life, your already present knot in the pit of your gut getting tighter and tighter the more that Elliott's cocktip continued to punch into your g-spot. The idea of having to be careful not to accidentally cum inside of you...to not fill you up with everything that he had to offer...it became foggier and foggier in the writer's mind as he hugged you tighter to his body.

His cock twitched inside of your clenching walls, a combination of your oozing slick and his pre-cum dribbling out from your used hole and onto the bed sheets below as breathless pants and grunts fell from Elliott's lips more and more.

He couldn't believe you'd allow him to do such a thing.

To cum inside you, his heart could've burst. His body growing hotter and hotter as his balls drew up closer to his body, while desperate whines and moans of your name poured from his mouth before he suddenly stilled against your twitching cunt. You let out a soft whine of his name as your thighs began to twitch with your orgasm that followed soon after Elliott's, the feeling of his warm cum flooding your insides...not leaving a single place inside of you unpainted—you were beginning to regret not letting him cum inside of you sooner.

But, as you began to climb down from your high and relax against the sheets with a satisfied hum, you gasped at the feeling of Elliott's cock twitching inside of you. "E-Elliott?" You gulped.

"Certainly you didn't think we were done after one round, especially when you asked me to cum inside you?" The writer had a wicked glint in his green eyes, eager for more of you. "We have, at least, a couple more rounds to go, my dear."

Sebastian

The rhythm of his thrusts stutters at your words.

"Are...are you sure?" Sebastian asks you, his thrusts not actually stopping but more so beginning to speed up. His heart hammered inside his chest even harder as your words, "Don't pull out," echoed inside his mind.

When you stated that you were sure, Sebastian wasted no time in placing his weight onto your form, his arms snaking around your torso as he buried his face into the side of your neck while your legs locked around his waist to keep him close.

To say that his cock twitched would be a gross understatement.

"S-Say it again." He mumbled to you. "Don't pull out..." He nearly begged you to say it, a constant reminder that what you had said hadn't been a mere possible lapse in his sanity.

♡ - "Don't pull out..." You panted, your mouth forming into a lewd 'O' shape as your eyes fluttered with the urge to close. "Don't pull out...don'tdon'tdon't—" Your begging pleas became needier and needier until they were suddenly stopped by a choked-up moan. And yet, as the headboard of your bed began to fiercely hit the poor wall behind it...your moans began to border on a scream from Sebastian's suddenly invigorated thrusts.

"Don't pull out..."

Your words repeatedly played in his mind like a broken record as Sebastian dragged his throbbing cock, eager with the urge to cum, in and out of your tightly clenching insides as his hands traveled from lightly holding your hips, to aid in each of his thrusts, accurately hitting your deepest pleasure spot, to his arms wrapping themselves around you. All to ensure that you couldn't run.

You had begged him to cutely for him to cum inside of you...to paint your insides white—although Sebastian respected your wishes to not cum inside of you, he would be a liar if he were to say that he hadn't jerked off to the thought of being able to cum inside of your tight cunt.

And the day had finally arrived.

"S-Sebs—fuuuuccckkk!" Your moans practically echoed throughout the room as you hugged Sebastian's body, his moans getting louder and louder in pitch against your ear as he felt his orgasm begin to creep up on him. "S-So hard—Oh!"

"S-Sorryyy..." A drawled out apology babled from his lips. "J-Just—h-happy...oh fuck—!"

More, more, more.

Alongside your plea, the words bounced around inside his head, spurring the recluse to fuck you harder and deeper. He hadn't even noticed you were close to cumming until your walls had suddenly clenched around him, almost impossibly tight, as a shrill wail tore from your throat alongside the distinct sound of something squirting. "S-Sebastian...!" You gasped. "S-Sensitiveee—"

"Just a little more..." He groaned to you, lewd squelching noises began to erupt from where your joined sexes met one another as Sebastian's cock throbbed inside of you, more of his pre-cum dribbling out from his tip before Sebastian stilled against your pussy—but only for a second. He wanted to cum inside of you...over and over and over again until he was shooting nothing but blanks. "Sebby..."

"Sorry," He apologized again. "I...I have to cum inside of you again...j-just a few more times." He murmured, his slow, deep thrusts both fucking his fresh cum deeper into your pussy as well as making some escape through your twitching hole before he slowly started to pick up the pace once more to his original speed.

Just a few more times...he wanted to see you absolutely dripping with his cum.

Sam

Immediately begins to pick up his pace at your desperate plea.

The feeling of your limbs hugging his body tighter to your own, silently pleading for him to not slip his cock out of your desperate cunt as he usually did—it made Sam nearly cum on the spot right then and there.

"Yeah?" He moaned, almost as if he were teasing you that he was going to pull out anyway. "You're so desperate for my cum all of a sudden? What changed, huh, babe?" His cock twitched with the urge to cum at your moans, increasing in pitch and volume.

His tongue slyly slipped from his mouth to lick his lips at the delicious sight of your eyes, silently pleading for him to not pull out.

He had been wanting to cum inside of your tight cunt since the day that you two had actually started having sex, but he respected your wishes of not wanting to risk any...accidents. Had you changed your mind all of a sudden? Oh, he didn't think he could handle it if you said to him that you wanted to give him a kid or two!

He'd want to fuck you all night!

He'd leave that question for another time, but for now? Sam placed a hand over your lips, the feeling of your moans reverberating against his hand, making him chuckle as he placed a kiss against your forehead.

♡ - "You don't want me to pull out, huh?" He goaded you as his free hand pressed against the back of your thigh, allowing him to shove his cock even deeper into your sweet pussy as you nearly screamed into his hand at the feeling of his cocktip starting to bully against your poor cervix.

"Tell me to keep going, show it by trying to fuck your slutty pussy back onto my dick." Sam filthily encouraged you, a hiss escaping through his teeth at the feeling of your nails dragging up his back as you attempted to move your hips to meet each of his thrusts. Each drag of your nails served as a deliciously painful sign that you wanted all of his cum...and the blonde was more than happy to give it to you as a drawled out moan fell from his kiss swollen lips.

"S-Saaammmm..." The sound of a muffled moan of his name made his cock throb inside of you, encouraging Sam to move even faster as his balls began to slap against your soaking sex while his thrusts began to become even sloppier, sweat rolling down his forehead as he chased after you and his impending orgasms. In his mind, he couldn't believe his luck. Your pussy clenching and twitching at the sound of soft yet desperate 'Thank you's' leaving his lips as his baby blue eyes started to flutter closed as he felt his climax creep closer and closer.

"Y/N..." He whined to you as his hand shakily left your mouth to let your moans come out freely. "Y-You're double sure, right?" He made sure to ask. "Y-You're not messing with me, right—" You interrupted his doubting words by dragging his head down to kiss him, stealing away every moan, every gasp, and every moan of your name that Sam had to offer as you drowned in the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of your insides.

The knot in your stomach got tighter, more of your slick oozing out from your pussy before you suddenly came with a sharp cry against Sam's lips. The feeling of your tightness pushed him to his own orgasm, the impossible tightness along with the sound of your moans—the memory of how you begged him to not pull out...Sam couldn't hold himself back from cumming inside of you with a choked-up groan as his cum flooded your insides, dribbles of his spend even escaping from out of your cunt before Sam finally pulled himself from your lips to gulp down precious air.

And yet...the still present lust in his eyes, it told you clearly that he wanted another round...or two or three, maybe even four.

"L-Let's do that again," He whispered, confirming your thoughts. "Please."

Alex

When you finally uttered your shyly spoken plea, Alex became a bit more...cruel, oddly enough. In the way that he wants to hear you beg even more.

"Oh yeah?" Alex panted, his eyes becoming even more heavily lidded as he felt your pussy clench even tighter around his cock at the sound of his low voice, raspy with lust as he lowered himself closer to your face. It was rare that you begged him for something; could you blame him for wanting to milk the occasion a little?

Especially when it came to him not pulling out, he had been dreaming of this moment since the day you two started fucking!

"How much are you willing to beg for it?" His steadily growing smirk became even more apparent on his face as he picked up his pace, lewd plap plap plaps echoing from where your sexes met as each thrust punched out another desperate 'Please' from your lips.

"Let me hear every single plea, baby." He panted.

"After all...you don't want me to pull out, right?"

♡ - Right.

"Please—!" The word tore out from your lungs repeatedly as you gripped the sheets underneath you, Alex having flipped you onto your hands and knees while he fucked you from behind, his hands dragging your hips to meet each and every single one of his thrusts as lewd squelches and tiny spurts of your slick erupted from your pussy. You didn't know what exactly came over you, but you wanted more of Alex, soooooo much more to the point where the risk of pregnancy via him cumming inside of you...filling you up—

It didn't matter.

"P-Please...!" You loudly cried out as you looked behindn you to look Alex in the eye. "Cum inside me...N-Need it so bad—! Oooh...!" A wicked smirk crept onto Alex's lips at your needy begging, each one spurring him closer and closer to his already fast-approaching orgasm. He wished that you would've let out your cute pleas earlier...he would've held himself back, made you really work for his cum.

But, he supposed, after this round...it wasn't like the two of you were stopping anytime soon.

He'd have plenty of opportunities to make you beg for him to cum inside of you, again and again and again.

"Yeeahhh..." Alex let out a drawn-out moan at the sight of you fucking yourself back onto him. "Keep begging for my cum...let's see how much you'll work for it." You swore to yourself that you were willing to do anything at this point, your cunt clenhcing around Alex's repeatedly as you slowly built yourself as well as Alex up to your respective orgasms, your thrusts back onto his throbbing cock gorwing sloppier and sloppier as tiny whines of his name began to leave your lips, now begging for him to fuck you faster and harder. "P-Please...Oh!" The force of Alex's thrusts threatened to punch all the air you had left in your lungs straight out.

Your hands gripped and threatened to tear up the sheets beneath you, cries and babbles of Alex's name repeatedly falling from your lips as if you were a broken record, until you suddenly came. The force of your sudden climax hit you like a freight train, a scream tearing from your throat as you could hardly hear the sound of Alex's groan of praise as well as admiration at the mess you were making around him. The sight of your dripping cunt, squirting out your juices...the brunette only managed a few more thrusts before he stilled against your ass, giving you exactly what you had been begging for as rope after rope of his cum flooded your insides, painting your walls white, and while some of his cum even dripped out from your hole.

And as Alex began to slowly climb down from his high—his cock twitched with renewed vigor, causing a confused whine to slip from your lips that was followed up with gasping moans when you felt Alex begin to move once more. He wasn't through with you, not even by a longshot.

Harvey

When a stuttered "Don't pull out...please" left your lips, it caused Harvey to nearly cum on the spot once the words had fully registered in his head.

For a split second, he was going to recommend against cumming inside of you. The two of you had stated multiple times that you both wanted to enjoy your relationship for a few years, to not have to worry about any accidents and the likes!

Yet, as if you had sensed his thoughts, a moan hissed through his teeth when you began to move your hips, tugging his face closer to your own as you had that look in your eye that Harvey could never bring himself to resist.

"C'mon~" You purred. "Don't you wanna cum inside me? I know you wanna..." As if on command, Harvey began to move his hips, his already lust-filled gaze becoming more and more unfocused as he drowned in the sound of your moans, your voice, and the way you looked at him.

"I thought—I thought you wanted to be careful...I-I thought—Oh Yoba—that you didn't want children yet..."

You clicked your tongue with a playful roll of your eyes. "I can always get a pill. You sell them, right~?"

He did.

♡ - And he was embarrassed that he had completely forgotten about that fact; he quietly blamed your pliant little pussy for that. After all, his head was absolutely dizzy with lust when you had uttered the words. As if his mind was on a spinning wheel that only spun faster and faster the more that he fucked you, each thrust harder than the last as Harvey nearly folded you into a mating press just to reach you and his individual highs even faster.

He swore to himself that he wanted to act like a gentleman, to focus on your orgasm first, but...what you had asked him— it was nearly too much for his lust-addled brain to handle in that moment! "Fuck..." Harvey panted out, his forehead practically glued to your own as his eyes were firmly shut, each tense breath of his escaping through his clenched teeth as the lewd squelching noises between the two of you grew louder and louder.

Each thrust was fervent, full of want and pure need as Harvey chased after his orgasm inside the warmth of your pliant cunt.

The second that you reminded him that you could always get a pill from his pharmacy—he just couldn't stop himself.

He was embarrassed to admit to himself that he had been wanting to cum inside of you for a while, not as a kink but purely because leaving your cunt...just as he was on the verge of orgasm...it threatened to nearly pain him. And now that you've given him permission? He was addicted, the tightness of your cunt, the sound of your moans, and how you cried out his name, encouraging him to lose himself inside your cunt, to fill you up with his cum— "O-Oh Yoba..." He shakily whimpered out, his forehead slowly lifting off of yours before his face tucked itself into the side of your neck.

"So good...sososososo good—!"

"Cum inside me, Harvey~" You managed to purr out despite your words being broken up between moans and gasps. "M-Make me—oh fuck—make me feel sooooo good...! Please...!"

He would, he couldn't think of a reason—not that he wanted to—as to why he should do otherwise.

Quiet, almost reverent yesyesyes's left Harvey's lips repeatedly, his cock throbbing inside of you and oozing out even more of his pre-cum as he neared the verge of his orgasm. The feeling of his dick twitching inside of you so much, it made your clit ache even more with each thrust he delivered inside of you, tears of pleasure building up inside of your eyes until you felt it.

That pouring warmth that you had begged for as Harvey released a deep-bellied groan of your name into your neck, his hands gripping your sides even tighter as he stilled against your pussy, his cock twitching with every release he let out inside of you until he ultimately stilled with a heavy yet satisfied sigh. Until...his body twitched with realization. "You...you didn't cum—"

You answered his words immediately with a smirk. "I know," You giggled. "I'll have plenty of time to cum though! When I milk you dry~" Harvey's eyes widened as his face flushed even harder. Now that he had given you what you had wanted...you were feeling greedy, and Harvey didn't mind it in the slightest.

Shane

Like Alex, he becomes meaner (then what he's already displaying during sex, that is) and wants you to continue begging him not to pull out, and even goes so far as to ask you to do some of the work to prove to him that you reallyyyyy wanted it.

He's been wanting to shoot his load inside you for the longest now, but he respected your wishes, and plus, he didn't feel as if the two of you were ready to have kids yet.

But that single plea of yours made him change his mind completely within that short timeframe of you tearfully begging him.

"D-Don't pull out, you say..." Shane mocked you as his thrusts suddenly became slower but harder, each drag of his cock threatening to make him slip out of your oozing sex.

And every single time—you let out the most neediest sound.

"S-Shane...don't—"

"Don't rush me, I'm still thinking about whether or not I should listen to you," He tsked.

♡ - "Maybe I should just ignore you, huh? I've been wanting to cum inside this greedy hole of yours for months, and now you want to beg for me to fill you up?" Shane's tone almost sounded as if he were genuinely angry, yet despite your blurry vision on account of your unshed tears—you were able to see the mirth in his eyes.

He found this entire situation absolutely hilarious.

His cock twitched with the urge to cum inside of you, to fill and plug you up to make sure that not even a single drop of his cum was wasted by pooling out of your aching cunt and onto the ruined bedsheets. But, you sounded so cute when you begged that he just had to be a little greedy and ask you to beg him some more!

"D-Didn't mean to make you wait—d-didn't want—Oh fuck...!"

"Didn't want what?" Shane asked mockingly as you watched over your shoulder, the way he cocked his head to the side as his already present smirk grew on his lips. "Didn't want to risk me knockin' you up?" He couldn't deny the way his cock twitched inside of you at such a thought...he wasn't eager for kids by any means, but the idea of watching his cum drip from your clenching hole...it made Shane's grip on your hips tighten as he fucked you with even more vigor as he started to chase after this image in his head as well as you and his respective orgasms.

Each thrust he delivered into your greedy hole, dripping with your slick, threatened to take the very air out of your lungs as you gripped the sheets underneath you with all the strength you could muster up in the moment, anything to keep you from slipping into pleasurable insanity born from Shane's cock as he whispered lustful nothings.

"Sooooo good, y'know that?" Shane murmured to you as he began to bow over you, his mouth hanging open to gulp down every little bit of air he could as his balls drew up closer to him, in anticipation of his orgasm. "After I fill you up—Fuuuuckkk...hope you ain't too tired...gonna fill you till you're shaking."

And you, you couldn't wait for that to happen.

[fenrir-flamekeeper]

chris didn’t like the porsche at first, but he has to admit that it’s growing on him

full here

[vinnyandthephenomena]

Telling Puppy! Leon to “Slow Down.”

MDNI. Puppy! Leon was driven by sheer instinct and hormones. Asking him to slow down was asking the ridiculous .. the near impossible. (or he didn’t want to.)

tags: knotting, rough p in v, puppy hybrid! leon, breeding kink, established relationship.

Your cheek was smushed into the pillows as Leon rutted into you from behind. “Oh, my pretty owner.” He grasped at your hips, licked a stripe up your neck to the back of your ear. It made you shiver. “I’m sorry.” He whined, ears flat on his head. “It can’t be that bad, feels so good.” He hummed, his hips never stopping their relentless pace. rough and needy.

“Leon! It’s too much.” You managed to choke out, nails digging into the sheets. “You need to slow down.” You panted, bare chest dragging against the mattress with each jerk of your body. You knew it was a stupid idea, giving into your puppy’s whining and begging. He knew how to persuade you, knew how to get exactly what he wanted. It started with wanting to sleep in your bed, and barging in on your bath time to join in. It seemed Leon lacked the concept of personal space. (or boundaries.) Yet you let him get away with it.

“Can’t.” He growled, fingers squishing into the fat of your hips. “S’ close already, gotta fill you up.” His breath was warm on your ear, his tongue running over it. You could only whimper, feeling his drool run down your cheek. “Give you my puppy knot.” He nuzzled into your shoulder, his hips snapping with increased intensity. It was frantic, chasing his high.

“Leon, please slow down. I-I’m serious,” Your words came out in slurred mumbles, the pleasure became hard to resist.

“Fuck, I-I can’t, gonna pop my knot s’ fast.” His chest was pressed to your back, humping you faster with every thrust. It was overstimulating to take him so deep and fast, over and over as his cock teased your cervix. “Gonna give you alll of it, make you a mommy.” He babbled, sliding his hands to grip your tummy.

“Leon,” You moaned, feeling his fluffy ears nudge your skin as he nuzzled close, as if he could rub his scent all over you. Claim you. If he wasn’t so needy, that is. He wasn’t typically the dominant one.

The metal name tag on his collar was cold when it brushed against your shoulder, reminding you of who owned who. Even if Leon acted spoiled and took what he wanted, he was yours. The very name you scolded and whimpered.

“Owner, my sweet owner.” He was drooling down your neck again, lapping at your skin and panting as he throbbed inside. Twitching and aching to knot your pussy. “Oh, F-Fuck.” A breathy whimper was spilled against your ear as he felt even thicker and bigger, grinding his hips as he stuffed you full. “Couldn’t help it.” Leon sounded a little embarrassed, panting as he kissed your cheek.

“You just wanted to.” You corrected, eyes fluttering shut. You were helplessly pinned beneath his sweaty body, not going anywhere for a good while.

“I did.” He admitted, fully content with laying top on your back. He was heavy, but didn’t seem to have a care in the world. Typical of your puppy—didn’t seem to have a lot going on in his dumb brain. He was all clingy, making the waiting period not so bad .. at least you were a fan of cockwarming.

[smutsslut]

the progression of leon in bed…

re2 (21)

fingers (he had a perverted obsession with squirting, okay?)

eats

fucks

re4 (27)

fingers

eats

fucks

re6 (35)

fingers

eats

fucks

re9 (51)

fingers

eats

fucks

extra

[elliesmoth]

A man created by women >>>

[witchsamlizzie]

i love my husband's face <3

[wastedpanda]

Leon S. Kennedy NSFW Audios. 18+ only.

Based on the anonymous ask I received. ⚠️ means non-con, dub-con, or anything triggering.

RE2!Boyfriend!Leon admitting his kinks to you, and you try them out (includes: daddy and breeding)

RE4!Best friend!Leon has a movie night with you and eats you out

RE4!Boyfriend’s older brother!Leon fucking you while his girlfriend is right next to him

Pre-RE2!Rookie!!bully!Leon finding out he has to share a room with you (OOC)

RE4!Boyfriend’s brother!Leon moving away and things get heated with you before he goes

RE2!Virgin!Leon takes your virginity and he’s good at it

RE6!Leon getting jealous and fucking you in front of the neighbour

RE4!brother’s best friend!Leon fucks you at a party

Vendetta!Teacher!Leon fucks you, his favourite student on thanksgiving

RE6!boyfriend’s dad!Leon asks you to meet up

RE2!Roommate!Leon catching you masturbating in his bed

You suck sub!RE2!Leon’s cock while he’s playing games with his friends

Doctor!RE4!Leon gives you a ‘fertility test’

Infinite Darkness!Boss!Leon fucks you late night at the office

Death Island!Leon is your teacher and fucks you in the bathroom ⚠️

Infinite Darkness!Stepdad!Leon makes you his own personal fuckdoll

RE4!Leon breeding you

Married!RE2!Leon fucking you, his co-worker, while on the phone to his wife (cheating)

Death Island!Leon finally gets his much needed holiday, and you’re his little treat

Neighbour!RE4!Leon overhears you getting fucked and decides he wants a turn

You visit your ex, Vendetta!Leon, late at night and he fucks you

RE9!best friend’s dad!Leon can’t help himself when you tease him

You hate RE9!Leon’s daughter, who’s your roommate, so you fuck her dad

RE9!Leon is a total munch, and loves eating you out for breakfast 👅

You take RE2!Leon’s virginity, and he’s an absolute cutie

RE9!Leon isn’t usually one for casual hookups, but as soon as he locks eyes with you in the club he knows he has to have you

Helping RE4!Leon after he has a nightmare

You catch your best friend’s brother, RE2!Leon, jerking off over a picture of you and you decide to take his virginity

More to be added….

[wastedpanda]

Leon S. Kennedy NSFW Audios. 18+ only.

Based on the anonymous ask I received. ⚠️ means non-con, dub-con, or anything triggering.

RE2!Boyfriend!Leon admitting his kinks to you, and you try them out (includes: daddy and breeding)

RE4!Best friend!Leon has a movie night with you and eats you out

RE4!Boyfriend’s older brother!Leon fucking you while his girlfriend is right next to him

Pre-RE2!Rookie!!bully!Leon finding out he has to share a room with you (OOC)

RE4!Boyfriend’s brother!Leon moving away and things get heated with you before he goes

RE2!Virgin!Leon takes your virginity and he’s good at it

RE6!Leon getting jealous and fucking you in front of the neighbour

RE4!brother’s best friend!Leon fucks you at a party

Vendetta!Teacher!Leon fucks you, his favourite student on thanksgiving

RE6!boyfriend’s dad!Leon asks you to meet up

RE2!Roommate!Leon catching you masturbating in his bed

More to be added….

[maisoll]

⟢ TWITTER/X LINKS

multiple characters | 18+, mdni

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soaking his cock size kink need him to cum inside

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he loves taking you from behind pussy-drunk boy he can be rough!

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bouncing you on his cock got horny in the morning riding his face

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mirror so you can see how good he ruins you your thighs are his weakness messing up your cute underwear

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when you've been a brat worships you when you ride playing with his pretty dick

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[zawija]

What a view.

[miushu]

LEON KENNEDY TWT LINKS

INCLUDES— nipple/breast play, spanking, pussy slaps, fingering, clit play, cunnilingus, blowjob, squirting, hair pulling, creampie, size difference, slapping, choking, bdsm, 69.

WARNINGS— 19 links, all of these videos are for afab readers/viewers, don't like don't read/watch, make sure to be logged into twt/x beforehand, if some of the links stop working please lmk !

leon making sure to give your boobies extra attention

spanking the brat out of you

when he reminds you that it's supposed to be a punishment by leaving you on edge

leon knows his big muscles make your pussy drip

he's a head pusher when you give him oral

getting fucked by his thick fingers you can't help but squirt

sometimes sex is what the both of you need mid arguement

he's just so rough, and you eat it up everytime

couldn't even get undressed properly, he just needed your cunt around him now

leons a munch, everyone knows

he knows you're fucking mess under those panties

jerking his cum into your swollen pussy

leon secretly loves the fact he's too big for you

fwb!leon reminding you that you're his, no matter who you're fucking

wall fucking is peak in his eyes

the movie playing in the background is forgotten within ten minutes

trying out bdsm with leon

he knows he's good at what he does

leon using your mouth

ffiolette

[5kit]

yes i know leon's practically dying. yes i think his grunts and groans are actually way too fucking hot holy shit especially with him leaning against the wall like that GODDDDD

vid creds

[tnydolly]

re9!leon x younger!reader

warnings ; age gap ( leon’s 51, readers in her 20’s ), dirty talk, dirty talk of age gap, unprotected sex, creampie, slight hair pulling, praising, breeding kink undertone, slight aftercare

your bent over the counter, skirt flipped up, panties shoved to the side. his pants are half way down his thighs, zipper down just enough so thick cock is already out and leaking. he’s staring down at where your pussy’s swallowing him, jaw clenched.

“fuck…look at that,” he mutters, voice wrecked. “so pretty baby… such a pretty little pussy.” you whimper, pushing back, nails scraping the counter. “leon—harder, please” he snaps his hips forward, thrusting in deep, makes your whole body jolt. “shouldn’t even be inside you. too fucking young for me to be ruining this pretty little cunt.”

you moan louder, clenching around him on purpose. “i love it, when you fuck me like i’m your dirty secret”

he groans, one hand threading through your hair from behind, pulling your head back so you’re arched perfect into him. “yeah? like knowing i’m old enough to be your dad while i’m balls-deep in you? like knowing i’m corrupting you every time i cum inside?”

“yes, fuck yes—” you’re babbling now, thighs shaking. “your so much older, your cock’s so big, it stretches me so good, makes me feel so small”. he speeds up, pounding you stupid, your whole body shaking. with every thrust.

“should be ashamed of myself. fucking a girl half my age like this. but you keep begging for it and squeezing me like you want me to breed you.” you cry out, pushing your hips back harder. “do it, fill me up please…” he moans low, hips snapping non stop till he cums hard with a choked “fuck—baby”. he pumps you full, hips jerking as he empties inside you. you cum right after, pussy milking him dry till your legs give out.

he stays buried inside you, his heavy breath on your neck. his cock twitches inside you one last time before he pulls out of your fluttering pussy. his thick cum drips out almost immediately, running down the counter. he almost lets out a moan as he watches and reaches out to push it back in your pussy. you lay there whimpering and dreading to have to clean up the sticky mess.