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Hear me out, Kyle x Prices daughter as a fic idea…
Wait...genius...
He hit you while drunk (requested)
|18+|civilian!reader x military!keegan|
CW// Domestic violence!! Graphic scene, do not read if uncomfortable!
The house was filled with the sound of you shuffling around. Cleaning and cooking at the same time. Trying not to let dinner burn or have laundry on the couch. Keegan would be home soon.
He had recently come home from a four month long deployment. And something hasn't been the same. There have been no more "I love you" before bed, no stolen kisses before he left for work. Instead it was him slamming the door, walking off mid conversation and coming home drunk.
You had hopes for tonight to talk to him. Making his favorite dinner as well.
Sooner than you expected, the door clicked open. And slammed shut. Nearly knocking off the picture next to it. You flinched but forced a smile on your face.
Keegan tossed his duffle bag on the ground. Nearly tripping over his heavy boots. A mask still hid his features like he wanted to keep it on as long as possible. He didn't spare a glance at you.
"Hey," You chirped, stirring the veggies in your pan. "How was work?"
He didn't answer for a long moment. Long enough you thought he walked away but he was only staring at a wall. Your brows furrowed. His eyes were blood shot. Making his icy blue eyes even more penetrating. "Fine."
Was all he said. But enough to make you tense. "That's good. I'm making dinner."
He took a deep inhale before walking past you and too the liquor cabinet. His steps unsteady again. He was well on his way to getting drunk. Again.
You usually tried to avoid him when he was. You haven't yet experienced how he's like drunk. "Did you want to wait for dinner?"
He paused. And you immediately regretted your words. "I didnt ask for your input. And if I fucking had, I still wouldn't care." Then he popped the lid of something and tilted his head back. Taking the liquor in gulps.
Quickly, you looked away and nodded. "I was just..." You began tentively. He wasnt listening but you tried anyway. "Wondering if we could talk?"
He grunted. Still drinking the damn bottle like it was a lifeline. Irritation pricked at you. "Keegan, seriously, stop."
It was as if he didn't even hear you. You walked forward. "What is wrong? Why are you drinking so much?" You demanded.
No answer.
You reached for the bottle. And it all happened so quick. It wasnt a moment of hesitation before his other hand came around and hit your cheek. Hard enough to make you stumble back.
Tears pricked at your eyes. But shock kept you from completely crying. Your mind reeled. He's gotten angry sure, but he's never hit you.
He looked shocked himself even through the mask. But the cold glaze came over his eyes again. He stepped forward. You stepped back. The food burning on the stove.
"Keegan..." You whispered. Voice small and shaky.
"What, Y/n? Just what?" He spat. "What do you want from me, huh?"
Your back hit the counter. "You want your fucking husband back? Want me to be normal again?" He slurred. You nearly gagged at the alcohol on his breath. His suddenly grabbed your arms. "Look at me!"
A cry left your lips and tears made their way down. "Stop, Keegan."
He shook you hard. "You have no idea what I went through in that fucking place. None! And you expect me to come home normal?" Then he let go. You took the chance to reach for the kitchen knife. He beat you to it. Slamming your arm hard on the counter.
There wasnt a moment of hesitation before he shoved you to the floor. You thrashed and tried to stand. But he kicked out your knee. Then arm. For the final blow his foot landed in your ribs with a sickening crunch. Rendering you useless on the floor. Sobbing.
He took a few steps back, tearing off his mask. "You bitch. God, I hate you. I hate you." He said again before walking away.
You were left on the floor, in a puddle of your own tears. You realized your nose was bleeding too. All over your shirt and on the floor.
It took a while for you to get up, reeling from the aftermath. It hurt to breathe. To stand. Walk. But you made it to your bedroom. Keegan must've gone somewhere else.
Your wedding photos were in a neat case on your nightstand. Keegan was smiling so widely, gazing at you adoringly. It's been months since you've seen that smile.
The bed creaked as you collapsed on it. Not bothering to clean up. You just wanted to sleep. Maybe hope it was just a bad dream. That Keegan - your Keegan wouldn't actually do this to you.
The bed shifted beside you. Groggily you opened your eyes. A muscled back was there to greet you. How long had you slept for?
You rolled over to check the clock. It was 9 am.
Keegan looked behind him. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen and puffy. You were sure you were mistaken but there was pure devastation on his face.
He opened his mouth. His bottom lip trembled. "Did I do that?" He whispered.
A bruise stretched from around your eye, to your jaw. Dried blood trickled out of your nose and lip. Slowly, you nodded.
Fresh tears gathered in his eyes. He looked pained. His beautiful features contorted painfully. Before he thought better of himself, he reached to touch you. You flinched. He immediately withdrew. "I'm s- im sorry." He choked.
He was sorry? You sat up. Tearing up yourself. He stared at him. Eyes dim with misery. Then followed your hand as you removed your shirt. The skin beneath was black and blue along your ribs.
He made a choking sound. You flinched at it. It was so raw and gut wrenching. "Baby,"
Then he was in front of you, kneeling on the wooded floor. Hands fisted in the sheets as he observed the other bruises. "My God. Y/n, I-" a sob broke through him. "I was drunk- I would've never- I cant believe I did this."
You had to look away when he buried his face on your thighs and sobbed.
You found him injured (requested)
|Fluff|civilian!reader x military!ghost|
Your front door clicked shut. The sound vibrating through your empty flat. You had only moved here a week ago and had yet to go find furniture. Or proper dishes. Living off of paper plates, plastic cups and a single mattress in the center of the room.
You sighed loudly. Even that echoed.
This was pathetic. You moved out of your home, insisting that you could handle yourself in real life, that you were a grown ass adult but-
There was a loud clatter outside. Nearly making you jump out of your skin. "God, why me." You whispered.
Another shift outside. Near the back door where the creepy alleyway was. The one you had to go out of to take the trash out and dreaded every single second of it.
Heart pounding, you grabbed your purse. Was it a weapon? - no, not at all. Was it all you had? - yes.
Steeling yourself for the potential horrors on the other side, you whispered, "Yes, genius, do the dumb horror movie stuff." Then you pushed open the door.
You seized. Not expecting there to be an actual man there. Maybe a cat, a dog. Something.
His head snapped towards you. A mask covered everything but his eyes. He was tall but quickly hunched over again, gripping the opposite wall for support.
You were too busy being in shock to see that he was strapped to the teeth in weapons, a bullet proof vest and - blood.
Then he collapsed. Legs giving out as he braced himself and landed on the ground with a dull thud. His deep brown gaze cut towards you. "Leave."
That took you out of your shock. "Excuse me?"
He jerked his head. "Y' heard me. Go on." The corners of his eyes crinkled in what you assumed was pain. He was holding his thigh.
"Are you hurt?" You asked dumbly, wanting to punch yourself in the face for asking the obvious. He was not amused.
"If you're going to keep talking atleast bring me some damn guaze." He huffed.
You don't know why but you did. Running to grab the only type of preparation you did take with you. Then ran back but before you could get any closer than his legs, he held up a hand. "Close enough. Hand it over."
You scowled but tossed the kit at him. He began stemming the blood with calm skill that made you wonder how many times he's done this. "Are you military?"
He nodded. The amount of blood he was losing made you want to throw up. It was amazing he hadn't yet passed out. Or maybe you spoke too soon.
One second he was tending and the next he was limp and leaning to the side. Panic striked you. You weren't trained for this! "Oh! Uh, hey, wake up. Don't- uh die. Please don't die."
You grabbed his arm. And damn, was he heavy. Grunting, you slowly but surely managed to get him inside. Probably not your best idea. Letting a strange man in your home.
He remained impassive. You pressed down on his wound, it looked knife like. You couldn't tell if it wss deep or not. So you kept the pressure until you couldn't feel your fingers.
Slowly, he came to, blinking slowly. Observing but as still as a statue. His fingers twitched. "You brought me inside." He noted. "Of your home. Which is very unfurnished."
You stared at him in disbelief. "I'm trying to help you."
He sat up and removed your hand none too gently. "Don't need it." Then he grabbed the needle and thread. "What I do need is to get out of here as soon as possible."
You watched in mild horror as he pushed the needle through one side of the wound and out the other. He took the pain in a stride. "What if you pass out again?"
"I'm more worried about you, love. You look about ready to piss yer' pants." He snorted. Threading it in again.
You sighed in annoyance. "Fine. Let me atleast get you some water or something." You stood up and went to the kitchen.
He said nothing, only turned to watch you. Closely, like you were under his microscope before you came back.
Your hand brushed his as he took the water, downing most of it in one gulp. "What made you help me anyway?"
Crossing your legs beneath you as you thought of the answer, you messed with a stand of your hair. "Basic human empathy."
He raised a brow. "Love, you pulled an armed man inside your house. I think theres a bit more."
You sighed and threw your hands. "Why does it matter?"
His hands paused on the needle. "Because most people wouldn't have. Not in my experience."
Your expression shifted a fraction. A moment passed. Then too. And he was still looking at you. "Why do you keep calling me 'love'?" You asked quietly.
"Because I only call preety birds 'love'."
CW// 18 +, piss kink, cnc themes
"That's it. Take it nice and slow." Soap cooed. Almost mockingly as he slid his cock into you. "Fuck, this cunt is so tight. Even after all I did." You whined and squirmed, sensitive from his fingers overstimulating you before this.
Even worse - you had to pee.
He started moving, his arms hooked under your knees and pressed forward to your chest. It was the perfect angle for him to see how his cock made your belly bulge.
"Look at that." He murmured, reaching a hand to rub your lower belly. "So full of me." Then he pressed harder. Making you jolt and whimper. Oh, he knew you had to go. "Aw, what's wrong, love?" He grinned.
"I-I have to-to pee." You admitted.
"No sense in getting up right in the middle of a session. Go right now." He said, pushing harder. Your bladder threatened to give out. You could feel every pass of his cock bulging your inner workings.
"Soap! That's insane-" you began but he angled his thrusts, pushing down just perfectly and - hot liquid spilled onto his cock, not slowing him at all. Relief filled you. It was almost pleasurable.
He was staring down at you, a glint in his eyes. "That was fucking hot." He groaned. You're cheeks grew red with embarrassment.
Reader finds Simon injured in an alleyway near her flat
Love this. Chefs kiss👌 I'll tag you when I make it😚
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Drunk!Price who grabbed your hips while you danced at the bar, fingers going through your belt loops. His rough hands sliding on any bare skin. He wasn't normally so forward with someone he found attractive but you were an obvious exception.
Drunk!Price who savored it when you moaned against his skin, completely drunk and pliant in his hands. Uncaring of anyone else who was watching. Who dipped you before kissing you hard.
Drunk!Price who took you to the far end of the bar and pushed you against the wall to have to most sloppy make out session. All tongue and teeth. Hands sliding under your shirt, in your pants to cup your throbbing cunt. He grinned when he found how wet you were.
Drunk!Price who took you against a bathroom stall until you were dripping cum and couldn't stand on your own.
(Sorry yall its not that good)
He's done with your attitude
|18+| |Keegan x reader|
CW// rough sex, orgasm denial
You had been in a foul mood since the moment you rolled out of bed. The beeping of your alarm had almost made you throw the damn thing across the room. Toothpaste had dripped down your shirt, meaning you had to change. Then, even your breakfast had to spite you and burn on the stove.
You were done already.
Your attitude at work wasn't better. Or towards your boyfriend.
"Would you stop talking, please?" You snapped at him while he was talking about the upcoming mission. Your brain hurt to much to think about the logistics and planning.
The hallway fell silent. It was just you two. Keegans expression darkened. Eyes sharpening. "Excuse you?" A step closer.
You scoffed and crossed your arms like a petulant child. "Just be quiet."
Oh, you did it now. A muscle in his jaw ticked. Then he grabbed you and hauled you towards a closet. You were all his now.
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You couldn't speak. Two large fingers were in your mouth, letting drool drip around them and down your chin.
That was the last thing you were paying attention too. What had your full undivided attention was Keegans cock sawing in and out of your sloppy pussy. Easily sliding with no resistance.
Your body was pinned to the wall, the cold side of it against your cheek. And your pissed off boyfriend behind you.
"I don't want to fucking see that attitude again. You hear?" He grunted against your ear before nipping you and soothing it with his tongue.
You nodded, unable to talk with his finger on your tongue.
Keegans free hand reached down to pinch your swollen clit, making your hips jerk and a high pitched moan escaped you. "Are you going to be good now?" He cooed mockingly before slapping your aching nub.
You cried out and arched, squirming in his hold, but he kept you pinned. You weren't going anywhere. Tears of pleasure and pain alike trailed down your face. His hips a punishing rhythm.
"Gonna fuck the attitude right out of you." He finally left your clit alone, denying any more pleasure. Only to use both hands to grab your hips, kicking your feet farther apart. "Brace yourself, baby."
You thought he was going fast earlier, but you were so wrong. Now it felt like he was stirring up your insides. Like his cock was about to bust right through your cervix. It took everything in you not to scream. "Keegan, I- I can't-"
He ignored you, not slowing for even a second. You were close. Your belly coiling tightly, pussy squeezing him like it was trying to suck him even deeper.
Then he stopped. A dead stop. You were gasping. "What-"
A rush of cool air hit you when he pulled out with a filthy squelch. Keegan chuckled, slightly breathless. "You think you deserve to cum?" He tsked. "You don't. So get on your knees and finish me."
Cod men when you're on your period
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Price is very attentive. And a little scared of your mood swings. He brings you as much food as you want. Lays in bed with you to gently rub your aching muscles. Is a shoulder for you to cry on when an ad on the Tv makes you cry for absolutely no reason. He wouldn't have it any other way.
Gaz comes prepared every month. Stocked with your favorite snacks, movies that hopefully wont make you cry, heating pads and products. And then sometimes convinces you a little sex will help with the cramps. Starts that sentence with: "I real man isn't afraid of blood on his sword."
Soap is a menace. Sometimes enjoys pissing you off just so he can kiss you and tell you he was just playing. But overall he takes care of you. Letting you lay ontop of him while he rubs yout back. Maybe or maybe not grab your ass.
Ghost hates this time of the month. He has absolutely no idea how to handle it. If you send him to the store for supplies, he stares at the menstrual products aisle like its his first day on earth. "Wings? No wings? Damn things gonna fly away or something..." He mumbles under his breath.
König will take days off of work just to stay with you. To cuddle, eat you out, watch movies. Uses his large hands like their heating pads.
Keegan likes it. Enjoys getting you a little riled up so he has an excuse to dick you down and put you in your place. Then afterwards and you can't walk he'll run you a bath, wash your hair and body while telling you you did so well.
Fwb!Gaz hating when he starts wanting you to stay in bed longer after a nice long fuck. Hating when his eyes search for yours at work. Where you two were supposed to pretend to not know eachother.
Gaz who held your hand when you went to get out of bed. Fingers warm but rough and calloused from years of work. "Leaving?" He asked quietly.
You nodded, a bit confused. He still hasn't let go of you. "Like we agreed. No spending the night."
He frowned. It was true but the thought of having you longer was more tempting then he cared to admit. "Will another round convince you to stay then?" He teased.
Gaz wouldn't even accept it himself...but he was falling for you. Hard.
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Husband!Price who is absolutely head over heels over for you, his wife. Who can't relate when his married teammates complain about the married life.
"They weren't kidding when they said marriage was like a ball and chain." One groaned.
"Sex life didn't get better either. Always with the "headache" and "tired, babe,"" Another rolled his eyes.
Price on the other hand zoned out while thinking about you. His mind replaying just last night when he had you underneath him, writhing and moaning his name like a prayer. Begging him to go harder. And he always happily obliged.
His teammates called after him when Price got up to leave. He misses his wife too much to continue that conversation.
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He's stretching you for his dick
|18+|Königxreader|#noplotjustsmut
CW// Size kink, usage of sex toys, rough movements
"Just hold still, ja?" König whispered gently as if his finger wasn't knuckle deep inside you, massaging your insides.
You squirmed still, grabbing ahold of his wrist but he didn't pause or let you catch a breath. "Is that two fingers?"
He chuckled, a grin on his lips. "This is just one."
He'd been stretching you since you got back from work. First, he made you use your own fingers to work yourself open. Then he used just one of his. Your stubborn hole was too tight to take his cock. He joked that he would tear you in two if he tried to go in now. Now you realized he might be serious.
He leaned down to suck on your nipple as he pumped his finger. Your inner workings clenching around him and sucking him in deeper. "König," you whimpered.
He released you with a wet pop that sent a shiver up your spine. "You can take it. I'm going to add another now, ja?"
You opened your mouth to protest, but he shoved two of his free fingers into your mouth, making you arch and gag as he added another finger to your hole.
It burned like nothing before, but you were so full and it felt too good.
He grunted, pumping slowly. "Mein gott, you're tight."
You garbled around his other hand, the tips of his fingers nearly to your throat. Saliva slid down the sides of your mouth and you were helpless to stop it.
Suddenly he pulled out, both from your mouth and pussy. Still reeling, you dazedly looked at him. His cock was out. So long you could've mistaken it for a third leg. And fuck, the thickness would split you. You raised a brow questioningly.
He got off the bed and to the nightstand near yalls bed. "My fingers aren't getting as deep as I want them too." He hummed, accent thick with lust. The bottom drawer slid open. Arousal tightened in your belly, that was where you kept the toys. "So, I think about little something else is in order."
He stood up again holding a medium sized dildo. Hot pink and a little above an average man's cock. Your legs shut. Even when you bought that for yourself, you still couldn't get it all the way in.
In his other hand was a bottle of lube, full and ready.
"Do we need all of that?" You asked as he settled in between your legs.
Then he began to coat the toy with lube. The slippery substance sliding right off and onto the bed. "I want you loose for my cock." He grunted.
With one hand holding the dildo, he forced your legs open with the other. Looking at your raw pussy, still leaking with arousal. "So preety. I can't wait to ruin it."
With that, he notched the tip and pushed. You gasped and moved up the bed to get away from it, but he held you there with a bruising grip. "K-König! I can't-"
He pushed hard and with a wet squelch, it was inside you. Completely. The balls to it pressed against you. He flattened his hand on the base, keeping it locked inside you with no room to push it out. "There we go," he cooed as you choked out a few tears. "I knew i could get it in."
You couldn't believe he got it in. More like forced it. But it didn't change the fact that you were hanging on the edge of an orgasm despite the pain.
He rubbed over the flat expanse of your belly, pushing on the bulge there created by the dildo. "Look at that. I knew you'd bulge. You did from just my fingers but it looks better then I imagined."
You looked and he was right. A weak moan escaped you.
He chuckled. "Now let's stretch you some more."
You're both virgins (requestedddd♡)
|18+| Boyfriend!Keegan♡
CW// virgin sex, small size kink/difference
Rain pattered on the windows as a movie played on the screen in front of you. Blankets layered on top and many pillows surrounding you. It was like a little nest. Nice and cozy to spend time with your boyfriend Keegan.
You leaned into him, head laying on shoulder, his arm around you, gently stroking your arm. This was one of the few times you've openly cuddled with him since getting with him some months ago. Both of you were rather...shy.
Not even a make-out session between you. Holding hands was like ripping off the bandaid of awkwardness in the beginning.
You glanced up at him. His defined jaw line clenching subtly as he watched the movie. Long, dark lashes fluttering. He was gorgeous, sitting there. Hard to believe he didn't have any bit of experience.
He noticed your staring and turned. "Hm?" He grunted. Trying to ignore the flush growing on his cheeks just from your look, you shrugged. "Just...looking."
"Oh, yeah?" He murmured and pressed a tentative kiss to your forehead. Flaming hot now. You almost laughed if you weren't so nervous too. Nothing even happened, why were you getting butterflies?
He pulled away, more tense then before. Hand stilling on your arm like he was focusing. And it definitely wasn't on the movie. You bit your lip, moving to press your hip more into his.
The movie shifted dramatically. Catching your attention. One moment it was a sober scene in the dark, two characters talking, the next, they were in the bedroom, soft moans and sighs leaving their lips.
Now it was your turn to furiously blush. Keegan averted his eyes, looking anywhere but you and the TV. You almost reached for the remote to skip this part as it got more heated. But something stopped you. Maybe it was the look on his face. Maybe it was the scene itself. Or maybe it was the noticeable hard on Keegan was getting. A bulge curving through his sweatpants.
Desire hit you hard all of a sudden. Making your core clench and heat. You stared at the growing tent. And god, you didn't know you wanted that until now.
"Y/n, stop staring." He breathed. It sounded struggled. Like he could barely get the words out. Like he was begging you not to look. "Please, I can't-"
Suddenly his lips were on yours. Hot and heavy. Hand coming up to cup your cheek. It was sloppy and shy but you could taste his need. And he could definitely taste yours. His tongue tangled with yours, demanding you to open up to him. You grabbed the name of his neck, pulling closer.
He pulled away, panting heavily. "Please tell me you want this."
It wasn't even a question if you did or not. But you nodded quickly. Inexperienced as you were, you went forward again for another taste. And he welcomed you. Driven by desire and need. He wrapped his arms around you. Against his hard and muscled body.
"God, Y/n," he groaned into your mouth. Devouring you like he couldn't get enough. He laid you onto your back, looming over you. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. You knew he was nervous too. But that didn't stop him from littering your neck with hungry kisses. Sucking gently on your skin to bruise it. All while you whimpered and moaned. Nerves strung tight.
He went lower and lower, pulling off your shirt then kissing down your breasts. His hands experimentally squeezed your breasts. Pausing when you gasped. "You okay, baby?" He asked.
"Yes." You said quickly. "Just...sensitive, I guess."
He smiled at you, laying a kiss on the curve of your breast. "Guess I'll have to use that to my advantage." He teased.
You chuckled before it trailed off into a groan of pleasure when he sealed his lips around a puckered nipple. Sucking on it fervently. Tongue circling it before he let go with a wet pop. He looked ravenous. Like his first taste was enough to make him combust.
He went lower. You watched him slide further down the bed. Kissing your ribs, stomach and then right above the hem of your pants. His glacier eyes looked up at you for permission to go further. When you nodded, nothing was stopping him.
Your pants and panties were gone. Tossed off somewhere in your room. He sat back on his haunches to look at your exposed pussy. Eyes wide and hungry. Becoming shy, you began to close your legs. "Keegan-"
"No no, let me see, baby." He said pleadingly, opening your legs back up. "Let me see how wet you are."
You squirmed but let yourself fall open. Heated flesh exposed to the cool air. "That's it, good girl." He murmured and bent back down, face close to your core.
His words sent a fresh wave of lust through you, making your pussy gush. His broad shoulders kept you wide open for his taking. The movie was long forgotten as he pressed a featherlight kiss to your pubic bone. Then slowly dragged his tongue from your hole to your clit.
You gasped as he groaned. "Fuck. You taste amazing. We should have done this sooner." His hands rested on your hips, holding you still as he dove in.
You could barely think about anything else when he began. Sucking, licking and biting like a man starved. He was relentless. Your stomach felt like it was coiling, and every nerve lit up inside you. His hair was soft when your hand gripped it.
You nearly lost your mind when a finger slipped in, going deep inside you easily. He pumped it in and put as he paid special attention to your throbbing clit peeking out from it's hood.
"You like that?" He asked. You answered with a keen moan of his name. His chuckle vibrated through you. It brought him even greater pleasure knowing he wss doing such a good job, especially for his first time.
"Please please, Keegan. Right there- ah!" You cried. Arching your back as your mind went blank. Insides clenching tighter then a vice when your orgasm ripped through you.
He stimulated you all through it, pumping his fingers, licking your clit and folds before releasing you. When he sat up, you saw the large wet stain on the front of his pants.
Panting, you grabbed him by his shirt and kissed him. Tasting yourself on his lips. And damn, did you taste good. "You did so good, baby." He murmured.
"Mm, you too."
He settled in between your legs, hips pressing against you. Your legs still trembled from the orgasm. It was so good it hurt. Keegan gently ran his hands up and down your torso. "You're so beautiful."
That was what made you blush the most. "You too." You mumbled.
"Want to keep going?" He asked unsurely. Wondering if maybe the other activity tired you out or made you unwanting.
You nodded, hand reaching down to pull lightly at his waist band. Where his cock was stretching the front. You knew he wanted this badly but was willing to stop if you wanted. "Yes, I want to keep going."
He let out a breath of relief, leaning down to peck you on the lips. "You're doing great."
Then, he pushed down his pants. You watched with rapt intent as his cock sprang out. Eyes widening. He was...very large. Atleast 8 inches and atleast 3 fingers thick, curving slightly upwards. Pre cum beading at the tip. His skin was smooth around it. Perfect. "Will it...fit?" You asked.
He blushed and looked down at it. "Uh...Hopefully?" He said with a nervous side smile. You laughed. Ofcourse it would fit, right?
He kept his hand on your thigh as his other guided his cock up and down your folds. Not quite pushing in. Gathering your wetness to ease himself forward. His fingers clenched around you, making you hyper aware of everywhere he was touching you.
Then he pushed. The tip opening you up. "Relax, baby." He grunted. Holding back from just thrusting all the way in in one motion.
It burned more then you expected when another inch went in. You tensed instinctively. He groaned and threw back his head. "Gonna squeeze me right back out, love."
He rubbed your lower belly gently, trying to loosen the muscles. "You're okay." He murmured, thumb reaching to massage your clit. "Just let me in."
"Keegan," you whimpered, squirming while trying to relax.
"I know, I know." He cooed. Rocking back and forth to stimulate what was already in. Which was only about four inches. "I'll be careful, baby." Then he surged forward, burying the rest down to the hilt.
You cried out, tears gathering in your eyes. You were so full and stretched. He paused, letting you adjust. But he looked ready to bust. "You did so good. So good. Took all of me. Fuck- god, you feel amazing."
"Ready?" He asked. Steeling yourself, you nodded. Fingers clenching the bedsheets. He watched your face closely as he pulled nearly all the way out, then pushed back in. And it felt good. Really good.
"Keep going." You said.
Keegan had no problem doing that, he picked up the pace. Hands bracing on either side of your head, his chest heaved. His cock pistoning in and out of you. There was a small bulge in your belly, coming and going with each movement where his cock rested. He was absolutely stretching you.
His lips found yours again, kissing you deeply before bending his arms to bear hug you. "You're squeezing me so fucking tight."
You moaned in response as your nails scored down his back. "Harder."
"You sure?" He was panting hard now, trembling with holding back.
"Yeah."
The bed frame shook and groaned but it didn't deter either of you. Your neck felt raw when he sucked more hickeys on you. He pulled your legs to lock around his waist.
He groaned- no, moaned against your mouth so needily. "I'm not gonna last."
"Me either." You managed. "Oh, Keegan!" And true to your word, you did not last another minute. A second orgasm wrecked through your body. Possessing your limbs to all tighten around him.
And that did it for him. His rhythm stuttered before he pulled out of your clenching heat to jerk himself off fast the rest of the way. His hot, thick seed landing on your belly.
He collapsed next to you, laying on his back and panting like a dog, looking blissed out.
Your pussy clenched around nothing, missing the fullness. Your own cum leaking out of you. You almost wished it was Keegans.
He looked at you, propping himself up on his elbow then pushing your hair out of the way. "You okay?"
"Mhm. That was..." You trailed off. Good? Amazing? The best thing you ever experienced? All of the above. He smiled.
"C'mere. Let me hold you." Sluggishly, you moved towards him. He just lifted you to lay on his chest. Stroking your hair gently. "I love you, baby."
"I love you," you said, eyes struggling to stay open.
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Price loves to overstimulate you until you're in tears. Pussy sore and throbbing. His fingers deep inside you, massaging your insides until you cum again and again while your moaning and whining. He holds you down to get every last drop out.
Soap is an absolute pussy eater at heart. He'll dive down for breakfast, lunch and dinner. He especially loves it when you're freshly out of the gym or work and he smells how musky and sweaty you got. You get embarrassed but he tells you it adds "flavor."
Gaz likes to hold your hands, his fingers slotted between yours as he gently fucks you into the mattress. It makes it so much more intimate to him. And he whispers sweet words and encourages into your ear to send you over the edge.
Keegan loves making out with you the entire time. Teeth biting your lip and tongue, his own tongue deep in your mouth like he's trying to reach your throat. He likes to hold the back of your neck and control your angle to his liking.
Ghost loves to caress every inch of your body as if you're made of glass. Sliding up your sides to squeeze your breasts, then down to hold your hips and massage them, moving them to his rhythm.
Königs favorite is the stretching to get you to fit him. The man is atleast 9 inches long with the girth of three to four of yours fingers. An absolute monster. But he loves to watch you squirm and writhe as he spreads his fingers to get you nice and loose for his cock. Murmuring about how you can take it.