UNPOPULAR OPINION: A lot of "mental health issues" disappear when bills are paid, rent is secure, and the fridge is full. Peace is expensive. And pretending money doesn't affect mental health is privilege.
Warning: smut, mentions of a strap on, fingering, cunnlingings (ik i spelt it wrong Iāll fix it later)
Lady nagant fucking you with her strap your moaning all loud as she goes at a rough pace making it seem like sheās trying to get you pregnant, she definitely says something like āitās ok baby just keep it inā ācan you do that for meā
Sheāll probably have you bent over every surface watching her strap go in and out of at cute wet cunt
If you act like a brat sheāll definitely punish you either spank your ass or make you feel the wrath of a vibrator, while your whinny and telling her to stop she just say āshut up shouldāve never act like a whore today, you say you donāt want this but your cunt is telling otherwiseā
She will finger you till you beg šÆ
Sheāll lick that pussy until you squirt and begging her to calm down cuz Ik sheās a eater
Makes you ride her strap and slapping your ass to go faster and squeezing those nice chubby curves cuz she likes to get a feel for them
Imma gonna make a fanfic out of this for a request but I was wet rn for her so I had to do what my pussy was telling me to do
thinking about shoto who loves to make out with you. specifically when heās got you pinned beneath him, whining into his mouth, wrapping your legs around him making your skirt bunch up to your waist.
heāll kiss all over your cheeks and make his way to your neck, barely brushing his lips against your heated skin to see you squirm. your hips jerk and he moans directly in your ear.
he rolls his hips right against your panties and your fingers tangle in his hair holding him closer. itāll start off as slow and teasing but you hear the change in his breathing and the way he hardens in his pants.
heāll start fully humping against you like heās fucking you, pressing his weight into you, taking your lips again and shoving his tongue inside.
he makes you cum embarrassingly fast and keeps humping as you're shaking. presses his forehead to yours, groaning lowly as he cums in his pants. hips still rolling.
he just goes back to making out with you like nothing happened, doesnāt even say anything or lift up for air. heāll let out a breathy chuckle when you squeak when he starts to rut against you again.
sorry but as much as i adore lads and certain niches of the fandom, this has got to be one of the most unpleasant fanbases i've ever encountered. so many ppl are racist, or homophobic, or have never heard of a headcanon in their life. so many people either see any controversial/risky/whatever word u wanna use content as totally and completely evil, or they post about incest and sexual assault as if it's "sexy." people don't have fandom etiquette and can't just let someone with a differing interest enjoy their life. i want to enjoy this fandom, i really do. but god, it is so hard.
so random but i think sylus would lose his mind during cockwarming. he would constantly ask us, as a consent king, if we want him to moveā to shove his guttural cock inside of us. but what if we said no? is he going to beg for it? i wonder š¤
The first time Sylus cockwarms you, heās telling you he needs to pull out after thirty seconds because heās going to cum. But you lock your legs around him and tell him no, which only spurs him on as he twitches and cums inside.
Unsurprisingly, heās still hard. So he remains inside of you, nearly sweating from the effort of not bucking his hips into you. Filled with his cum, youāre extra warm. While it lulls you to sleep, it riles him up further. But he values your consent too much to take over and act on his whims.
So he holds you, jaw clenched tight, body stiff. So stiff you canāt help but groan, trying to get comfortable but your bed is just tooā¦ firm. āSylus.ā
āI-Iām fine, kitten. Go to bed.ā But you see through his lie. However, a wicked idea fills your head. Sylus is always telling you to speak up, use your words to tell him what you want. If heās not going to be honest, heāll just have to suffer until he can follow his own rules.
āAlright, good night, baby.ā And heās twitching all over again, fingers digging into your hips as he spurts more of his seed into your womb. āKittenā¦ā
But you only hum, peering up at him with lidded eyes as you settle into the crook of his arm. āI need you.ā And you come to learn that Sylus is not as defiant as you.
āPlease let me move, I need to get it out of my system. Youāre just so hot and soft and itās driving me insane.ā
You sigh, lifting your hips until he slips out. āWha-ā he looks like heās about to burst into tears. Until you turn over, laying half on your side and half on your stomach. With your leg hiking up and his cum starting to slip out, you glance over your shoulder at him. āGo ahead, baby.ā
Heās pushing inside of you again, nearly sobbing with relief as he pounds you into the mattress. āThank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank yāā an endless mantra, a flurry of your name and I love yous sprinkled in.
āA/N; here it is babes!! sowwryyy for the eternal waittt! CALEB'S IS SOOO LONG OMG IDK WHAT HAPPEND Y'ALL!!! Regardless, rlly hope ur enjoying it^^ xoxo
SYNOPSIS. Requested by anon ā³ ā [..."YOUR WRITING IS DELECTABLE OMG. I was wondering if youād ever consider writing the lads men with a reader who is insatiable/has a high sex drive and/or ovulating and has her way with him until heās completely worn out/begging to take a break š« " ] Ā”! ā
TAGS. NSFW CONTENT. MDNI! MARATHON Sā¬X!!!! breeding. size k!nk unprotected intercourse. dirty talk. gripping their a$$, oh em gee dirty mouth zayne??!!. prone bone in Xav's. doggy. ur insatiable lmao, overstim, riding, begging. slight dumbification in sum. messyyy sā¬x. Caleb matching your freak(per usual). lotsss of spit and drool. oral (f & m receiving in caleb's), possessive guys. multiple positions.
źŖą§ RAFAYEL
Your thighs are soaked and if you could, you'd feel embarrassed right now.
But that thought barely registers over the raw heat twisting in your belly. It's just the way Rafayel's broken moans and his hands trembling on your hips as you ride him that remind you just how much of a mess you are.
"Drippin' alllll over me, cutie," The wrecked gasp makes your pussy only embrace his cock in a snug hug, his grip on your hip tightening. "D-don't ya wanna take a lil break?ā F-fuckkkk. M'ā"
"N-nooooo, Raf'."
God, you're gonna be the death of him.
He's already at his wit's end, his spent cock barely holding onto the vicious grip of your greedy pussy. But once he heared your protesting whine over the obnonxious wet squelch squelch squelches of your sobbing cunt, he can feel his cock throbbing hard.
Your eyes meet the far back of your skull as you feel his girth swell, streeeetching your walls apart again so good.
"Don't wanna stop. Feels sooooo good, baby." The shy smile twitching up your plump lips is a stark contast to your ruthless hips slamming down onto his pelvis, and even though his dick is sweeling so angry he fears he might explode, he's still going to eat it up like he does every single time.
"Ohh-kay, cutie. G-gonnaā gonna give my baby what she wants."
A strangled sound rips from his lungs as your walls clench around him again, cock twitching so frenzied inside you, glistening with your mixed juices, and so spent but still so ravenous to ram into you, deep.
He's flushed deep red now, your hands almost slipping from his sweat-slicked chest, coral locs sticking to his temple where he lies beneath you in a daze.
"Pretty." You spurt out, heat flooding your body as you take his face in hand, running your shaking flinger over his quivering, kiss-bitten lips. "You look so pretty Raf. Wantā no need toā"
"F-fuck, baby, yer' gonna milk me dry," he chokes out, voice breaking on a whimper.
Oh, he's not lasting for long.
His eyes roll back as your walls clamp down on him again, fluttering so tight, so wet, it feels like your body's trying to wring every last drop out of him.
And you do.
Your hands slam down on his chest now, grinding down with reckless, mindless need. "Y-yes." you sweet growl, makes the hair on his neck stand up, teeth caging his lip. "Need you to fill me up, Raf. Need it sososo badā hurts, it hurts!"
You bounce harder, thighs quivering, the obscene squelch of your slick echoing through the room with every punishing slam of your hips. His cock twitches inside you, overstimulated and swollen, flushed an angry red from how many times he's already shot his load into you, but your greedy cunt just won't let him go.
Itās damn near deafeningāthe relentless thwack, thwack, thwack of your ass slamming down onto his thighs.
The sound is soaked in slick, each impact wetter than the last. His spent, hot and thick cum already spilling out of you from your insatiable hunger, sticking messily to the insides of your thighs and the curve of your ass, smearing with every bounce, making everything sticky and so much worse.
āGod, you'reāfuckāyou're making a mess of me, cutie," he gasps, clutching your waist like a lifeline, trying to slow you down, but your body has other plans. Your selfish walls tighten around him like a vice, milking his angry, flushed tip for every squirting spurt from his slit.
"I need you to cum again. Please," you cry out, grinding down deep, his cockhead kissing your cervix with each brutal drop of yours. "Wan' your cum, Raf! Need ya to fill me up again, wanna be stuffed, baby. Can'tānghhh!ācan't stop until you breed me."
"Breed you?"
The sound he lets out is downright animalistic, his hips snapping up with brutal force, matching your pace with a ferocity that makes your eyes roll back. "Fuckin insatiable. Already dripping and it's still not enough, h-hahh?" He's fucking up into you now, ironclap grip on your hips surely leaving marks as your body jolts and falls ontop of his, your restless hips twisting and twitching against his brutal thrusts.
"G-gonna pump your greedy fucking pussy so fullā o-ohhh, yeahhh."
You whimper is so high-pitched you barely recognize yourself anymore, body convulsing as your climax rips through you, and even in your haze you don't stop. You keep clenching, desperate to squeeze another load from his overstimulated, twitching cock.
He's babbling now, lost in it, eyes glazed and teeth clenched so tight he might break his jaw. "Ohhh, it's comin, m' cummin' take it take it takeā"
"Mhmmm, give it ta me, Raf! Allll of it, one more, pleaseeee!"
At that, his slit spurts one last whispy load of cum into the depth of your pussy, and you grind happily down onto him to make it stay there, deep inside of you, humming in delight at the warmth flooding through you.
And as he feels your fluttering walls clench around him again, your hips slowly grinding down again, his head falls back against the sheets, a raw, desperate whimper escaping his throat.
Your walls clamp around him fiercely, squeezing so tight, demanding more.
He can't. He can't he can't heā
His hands dig into your ass, lifting you higher, up, up, upā until his cum seeps from your spent, dripping heat, a pleased sigh following suit.
But then your eyes meet his, wide and pleading, and your hands wrap around his slick, spent cock, fingers trembling as they stroke him, coated in his own mess.
Well, he can surely takeā
"One more, please?"
Right?
źŖą§ CALEB
Hot.
The only word to describe your feelings right now, because it has you wound up so tight, you're trembling. You think you might explode if you're sweet, teasing boyfriend won't fill you up this very moment.
But the way Caleb's looking at you in the mirror, he might beat you to it.
"You feel it too, don't you, Cay'?" you whisper, rocking your ass back against the bulge straining so painfully in his grey sweats.
They cling to him, snug and low on his hips, almost too tight. His bare chest is fully exposed, every cut of muscle gleaming under the low light of the room, your squirming shadow dancing over his skin and reflecting off the mirror.
His grin is sharp, eyes burning with hunger, preying over you through the mirror, a palm pressing to your lower belly, just below the waistband of your panties.
"Feel it? Baby, I smell it."
His voice is a growl against your skin, lips dragging slow and wet down the curve of your neck. He breathes you in, tongue flicking out to lick a long stripe from your neck all the way to the shell of your ear. "You're soaked."
You whimper as he rolls his hips, grinding his aching cock into you, still hidden beneath the fabric of his boxers. His other hand cups your throat from behind, guiding your gaze back to the mirror.
"Look."
You do.
"O-oh."
It's fucking obscene.
Your panties are halfway down your thighs, your legs shaking as you brace yourself against the dresser, your boyfriend's bare chest pressed to your back, hand tightening against your throat, almost daring you to look away.
Burning. Every fieber of your being is burning up, screaming at every slight touch of him. The faintest brush of his fingers against your skin sends you twitching.
A needy whimper slips out as you feel the thick press of his bulge grinding against your ass. You arch and roll your hips back into him, shamelessly, pleading without words, silently begging him to do somethingā anything, to ease this ache between your thighs before you actually go insane.
"In all these years together," he murmurs against your ear, voice low and dangerous. "I've never seen you like this, pips'. What's got you so hot and bothered tonight?"
You meet his eyes in the mirror before tearing them down to his fingers tugging at the hem of your panties.
"It's y-your fault. All because ofā"
"Me?" His grip tightens, voice a whisper against your ear in surprise.
"Mhmmm."
"Hm. Can't have my baby all pouty now, can I?"
He whirls you around in one fluid motion, effortlessly scooping you up and tossing you onto the bed
Fuck that damned mirror, he wants the real thing.
He rips your panties the rest of the way off, strong biceps pushing your legs apart, groaning low in his throat at the sight of your weeping cunny, screaming for his attention.
"Oh fuckkk," he mutters, eyes wild and flickering between your glisterning pussy up to your flustered face. "T-this isā" he pauses, finger swiping through your folds to collect your slick, dick jumping in his pants as he sees your hole clenching around nothing, juices dripping in the process, "āheaven."
You whimper as he dips down to lick a stripe up your inner thigh, hot breath ghosting over your pussy. You could damn near scream from his endles teasing, damn near crying as your hips buck up towards his face with a frustrated groan. "N-no teasin'! Please, pleasepleasepleaseā"
"Hush, baby. It's her turn now."
Before you can even think of quirking your eyebrows in question he's already burying his face between your thighs, and you let out a scream.
His tongue is fucking relentless, flicking the muscle over your clit with cruel precision before loooong drags collect your juices, his adam's apple bobbing as he's slurping up every drop.
It's like he's starving, and well, maybe he actually is.
His hot tongue circles your puffy button slow just to watch you twitch, then sucks it between his lips with so much force that your legs threathen to clamp around his head.
Until you actually do.
Thighs locking his head in place, your hands scrambling through his hair. He groans against your pussy, the sound feral, almost a whimper, sending vibrations straight through your core. Your fingers scramble through his thick brown locs, tangling and twisting until you're yanking them hard from the roots.
"Yeahhh, use me, baby. C'mon."
His rambles dissapear into your pussy, responding moan so filthy and needy. He could get used to this new neediness of yours.
God, he loves this.
He wraps his arms tighter around your thighs, locking you in place, and whining into your pussy like he's gone mad.
"Just like that, Cay'! Nghhh! don't stop, soooo good!"
Yeah, he's gone mad.
And you? You're gone.
Drooling, rutting your hips into his mouth without a shred of shame. Your body moves on instinct now, so lost in the pleasure that your eyes flutter shut, tummy sucking in as you feel yourself nearing your release.
Slurp, slurp, slurps fill the room and it's so messyā your juices coating the lower half of his face, some bleeding into the sheets below.
He glances up, pulling back just enough, and fuck, what a sight.
Your eyes glisten with unshed tears, wide and glassy pupils blown. A firm drip of drool escapes the corner of your mouth, tracing a long line down your chin. You sniffle softly, nose red and a thin sheen of sweat clings to your skin.
"My poor, poor baby."
The soft tone of his voice is a stark betrayal of what his mouth is doing to you.
His tongue is merciless, flicking and lapping at your folds with so much persicion, every lick calculated to push you further towards your limits.
He latches onto your clit with a groan, sucking hard, your thighs seizing up around his head in a headlock. Your fingers claw uselessly at the sheets, legs kicking, entire body coiled tight.
"G-god, Caleb! So good, don't stop, don'tā"
Right then, your orgasm crashes over you with so much force, your head digs back into the matress. Your hips buck up wildly, unable to process the sudden pleasure washing over you, and your sweet, loving boyfriend licks you through it.
He just keeps going, keeps tasting you, even as your thighs shake and you try to twist away from from him, his wet hot tongue overwhelming you.
It's so much, too much, but still, you wantā
"M-moreee! Wan' more! Need toā"
Smack!
The sharp sudden sting hits your soaked pussy before you can finish the sentence, palm cracking against your sensitive folds with a wet slap. You let out a loud, broken cry, your head twisting against the pillow as your thighs clamp together on instinct.
"No worries. Gonna give it to ya'."
Only then does he spread you open with both hands, thumbs dragging your slick folds apart to admire the way you twitch and throb. And only then does he finally pull back, tongue slipping out to taste you one last time, his chin and lips soaked, glistening with your juices.
He stays like that, lower face shining in your essance, to lazy to even bother wiping it away as his eyes lock onto you, pupils darkening.
And as he sees your hungry gaze he silently thanks the whole damn universe for your sudden neediness today.
Fucking finally a time for his inner freak to shine.
You're already moving before he says a word, scrambling weakly up onto your knees, hands clutching at his waistband like a woman possessed.
And maybe you are.
"Hurryyyyyy," you whimper, dragging the word out through a long sob. "P-please, baby! Pleaseeee, I wantā Need you in me right now."
Oh, how impatient you are.
Eagerly, he shoves his sweats down and kicks them off, cock already flushed and leaking from the torture. He doesn't dare to tease, already climbing ontop of you to grab your hips, and drives into you in one deep thrust.
The stretch is so sharp and overwhelming that you scream out, white-hot blaze overcoming you.
Your walls clamp down around him so fiercely he groans, his pre squirting out with urgency, head falling back, eyes rolling shut.
He underestimated you.
"H-holy shit, babyāso damn tightā h-hahhh!"
You're already back into your drunken daze, meeting his thrusts as your heat-addled clit grinds against his faint brown trail of hair.
"Harder," you pant, nails clawing at his shoulders, his strong arms quick to lift your legs onto his shoulders, hitting your g-spot over and over again.
But it's not enough.
"I said hahhh-harder, Calebā"
He growls, pushing your legs firmly against your shoulders, your legs dangling above your head as he slams into you faster now, rougher. Unrelenting. His hands dig into the flesh of your thighs, the new position causing your muscles to burn from the stretch, and every thrust hits you so deep, fat tip kissing your cervix, your vision blurs.
"Not gonna last," he blurts out, mouth covered in your slick now attacking yours, diving in as if your mouth would grant him air. "You're too fuckingāshit! Toooo goodā"
He's going to be the death of you.
"C-cum inside, baby." you moan, hands griping his shoulders, biceps, hips, anything to make him ram into your greddy cunny faster, longing for him to prod at your womb. "Need your cum, baby. F-fill meā uhhh! up!"
His balls tighten, almost painfully so, mouth hanging open as drool drips down, right into your awating mouth and he just know this isn't going to be the last load for him tonight.
He knocks the breath out of you with a brutal push of his hips, his girth hauling your walls further apart as his fat mushroomy head throbs, close, soooo close to fill you to the brim.
"A-alright, pips. Anything for my needy princess."
You're going to be the death of him.
źŖą§ SYLUS
You're trembling, knees straddling Sylus's broad hips, riding him like your entire body burns with desperate need. His hands grip your thighs, trying to ground you, get you to slow down, but it's already to late.
"Gods," he groans, voice hoarse, on the brink of cracking. His dark, ruby eyes in search of yours and you swear he grows even larger inside you as your eyes lock. "You're killing me here, sweetie."
"M' sorry, Sy. Can't stop, can'tā"
His lips crash down onto yours, muffling your pleas with a desperate kiss. His strong hands tighten on your hips, pulling you impossibly closer, every thrust deeper and more urgent than the last.
"You don't have to," he murmurs against your mouth, voice thick with lust, ruby eyes eating you alive. "Have me. Use me."
He's done it now.
You grind down harder, hips snapping desperately against him, breath uneven and broken. And every frantic roll of yours pulls a low growl from his throat, his girthy length pulsating inside your gooey walls.
His hefty cock draaags along every sensitive nerve inside you, thick and heavy, stretching your weeping walls to their limit and you swear he gets harder with every needy rut you throw at him.
"Honey, I don't think I canā"
His jaw clenches tightly, teeth grazing his bottom lip as he struggles to maintain his composure. His head sinks into the sheets, gray hair forming a halo around his head as cheery eyes flutter before snapping back to yours, pupils blown wide.
"Y-you're soā sooo"
"Hmm? M' what, Sy'?"
You whimper, grinding down until he's pressed so deep you can feel him bulging inside your lower belly, leaving a visible imprint of himself there.
And It's only driving you further into insanity.
"You're gonna ruin me," he pants, voice thick with lust, a slight crack audible. "Ohhh, gonna fucking ruin me, sweetie. L-look at you."
You press your forehead against his, panting, your walls clench so tight you feel every vein and even the slight right curve of his girth.
Sylus's hands travel up your sides, grip ironclad, his thumbs digging into your ribs. His control is slipping, obvious in the way his dark ruby eyes widen, groan rumbling in his chest when you shift your weight and rock your hips harder against him.
He oggles at your eyes rolling to the back of your head, gripping your nape and pulling you down until his mouth meets yours agar, slamming his mouth against yours with such force, teeth and tongues clash.
"You're everything," he mutters against your lips, saliva connecting you both, voice cracking under the pressure. "So fucking perfect."
Your nails dig into his shoulders, breath hitching in desperate gasps in rythm to the bed creaking under you both as his hips jerk, matching your frantic rhythm.
"Keep going, love." He breaks into a grunt as your head falls into the crook of his neck, painting his ivory skin with bubbling drool.
"Thaaat's my girl."
There's nothing else inside your fucked out mind except for him him and more him.
Sylus. Sylus. Sylus.
Feisty hips bouncing on him, desperate to feel every inch, every frantic pulse, your walls fluttering, dragging Sylus closer to the edge with every desperate thrust.
And you notice from his deep groan, his parted lips aswell as his hands sliding under your arms, pulling you impossibly closer. His breath fans across your skin, heavy and ragged.
"You're driving me mad." He's a drooling mess himself now, thighs clenching as his balls tighten up, so damn close to filling your eager cunt up.
You lift your head before pathetically falling against his lips, saliva messily smearing all across his lower face.
He growls, hips snapping up with brutal force, obscenely loud and wet plap plap plap echoing the room, his grip on your hips tightening, his fingers digging in like you could dissapear if he ever dared to let go.
"I'm close" He moans shamelessly into your mouth now, burrying his cock deeper, reddened tip hitting your cervix with each of his bold jerks up into you. "So close."
"N-ghhh, me t-toooo!" you sob, words barely forming through your moans.
"Gonna cum! Gonna fucking cum, Sy! Pleaseeeā"
Then he surges upright, wrapping one strong arm around your waist, the other sliding down to grip your ass with a loud smack! and slam you down on him, over and over until you're voice betrays you, wails and whimpers flooding out from your lips.
His cock drives up into you so deep your toes curl, hitting the same perfect spot again and again, robbing cries from your sobbing pussy.
Plap plap plap.
"Better hold on tight, sweetie."
He grabs your hips, slams up, and fucks you like he hates you. The bed shrieks, holding on for deat life as the headboard rattles against the walls and in these moments you're thankful you live in the N109-Zone with no neighbours.
"Yesyesyes! Js like that, Sy!"
There's a thick white ring of your slick forming at the base of his cock, clinging to him with every brutal thrust, and when he looks down and sees it, something snaps inside him.
He flips you onto your stomach, quickly slipping inside your addicting heat again, as if it pains him to not be inside your for any second longer. His cock slips back inside your dripping heat with a lewd twack! and the both of you groan, breath hitching in sync as he sinks in to the hilt for the nth time tonight.
Your back arches, panting against the pillow as your nails claw at the sheets, loud whail earning a breathless chuckle from man above.
"Please Sy! Need your cum s-so badā need you to breed me."
He lets out a broken sound, somewhere between a gasp and a growl before burying himself deep with one last snap of his hips.
His body stiffens as his cock twitches and pulses inside you, flooding you with wave after wave of hot white cum. You clench down hard, milking him for what he's worth, moaning his name as your own orgasm hits like a shockwave, body trembling beneath his.
He stays pressed against you, breath harsh against your neck, hand splayed across your lower back to keep you right where he wants you, lewd squelch from your stuffed cunny letting out a broken whine. You twitch under him, drooling into the pillow, body still shaking from how hard you came.
"This heat's not out of you yet, is it?"
You shake your head with a weak cry, drooling against the pillow.
"Then," he muses, kissing the shell of your ear, slow and almost sweet,
"Best start picking out a new bed you want, sweetie."
źŖą§ XAVIER
"It's little moments like these,"
he pants against your ear, "that remind you just how much more my sweet princess can take."
You're out of breath, slick and shaking from everything he's already wrung out of you, but he couldn't care less. He doesn't even want you to recover and catch your breath.
And he sure as hell doesn't let you.
He spins you around like youre a mere feather-weight, palms branding into your hips as he manhandles you onto the bed, chest down and ass up.
Your hands scramble for purchase, fingers knotting into the sheets just as you feel the blunt heat of his hefty length press between your thighs again, his cock smearing pre over the curve of your ass, coating it in a shining glee.
"Could get used to you being like this, you know," he hums, one slender finger tracing up your stomach before resting on one of your breasts, giving it a tight squeeze, "you loooove getting all cockdrunk and dumb on me, huh?"
"Mhmm! Love you! Love yourā"
"Say it right."
His words pierce through just like his dick through past your puffy folds, tip curving right against the spot that has you mewling out, almost like a button being pressed.
A sharp smack! to your ass follows his firm words, soon rubbing soothingly over the reddened globe as his cock slides out, leaving only his tip cramped in your hole.
"L-love it when you fuck me dumb, Xav'! Love getting drunk on your cock! But p-please..."
Your hips jerk back, earning a growl from his as he inspects your greedy pussy engulfing half of his length now, eager to suck him back in whole.
"... Still not enough. Need more."
Your pleading whimpers are muffled against the pillow face first as he fully rams into you again, body firmly pressed against yours. His throbbing girth is fully nestled inside you, his light chuckle hot against your ear.
"Talking outta that greedy pussy again."
You bite your lip in shame or amusement, you don't know. Desperate and wild grinds of your hips move back against his, rutting hard with every agonizingly slow drag of his hips.
He slides in and out of you like butter, your previous squirts of juices and his thick hot cum creating the perfect lubricant.
It's filthyā the kind of slick, nasty glide that sends sparks through your overstimulated nerves. Every time he pulls back, a string of mixed fluids clings between your swollen folds and his soaked cock, glistening, connecting you to him like a leash. The wet schlik schlik schlik of it echoes in the room, punctuated only by your choked moans and the brutal slap of skin on skin.
You're so swollen, so stretched, your body clutching at him like he's your prey.
"Tight fuckin' thing," he snarls, hands gripping your waist, forming half moons with his nails on your skin. "Keep moving those hips for me, angelā o-oh fuckkkk! Don't stop."
You don't. You can't. Rutting back with abandon, desperate and so greedy, your hips roll and slam into his with haste. You can feel every throb of his cock inside you, feel it twitch and pulse as his rhythm grows savage.
Fuck, you could die like thisā pressed neatly against the sheets with your beloved boyfriend rutting you deeper into the matress for the nth time tonight.
His pace turns feral, brutal, the whaming of his hips against your ass growing harder, meaner.
"Y-yes! Yes, Xav! Gimmie more baby," you pant, hands reaching back to grip at his ass, thigh, anything to make him plug deeper into you, your stuffed cunny shrieking and squeking with every of his brutal thrusts, "m-more."
"My pillow princess can't even think straight now, hmm?. She's doing the talking for you now, huh?"
You grind faster, rubbing your clit against the curve of his pelvis, breath hitching in shaky gasps. The way he holds you, the weight of him pressing into your back, makes you lose yourself completelyā heat spilling over, body shaking with need.
"Greedy little hole doesn't wanna let me go," he hisses, panting harder now, fucking you through the clench, feeling your now god-knows which-one-orgasm aproach. "A-ahhhh, hear that? Oh yeah, so fucking loud, begging me to fill her up again."
No answer, you're just cumming, squirting against the sheets, orgasm hitting you like a punch in the gut and fuckā he surely is digging in it.
His hand wretch your head up by your neck now, ocean eyes drinking up your agape mouth, lolling out tongue and your fluttering eyes, biting his lip to keep him from cummin in you right then andā
Shit.
Xavier's voice catches in his throat. His head tips back, throat bared. His hands try to grip your waist, then fall limp beside you helplessly, falling right ontop of you as now faint whisps of cum spurt out, meekly adding to the previous buckets of cum resting in your flodded pussy.
And he's still hard.
Well, you don't seem to be satisfied either. Not with your desperate arches, trying to get him to move even though he's fully laying ontop of you, barely leaving you air to breathe.
"O-one more." you purr, one hand trailing down to lock his fingers with yours.
He twitches inside you weakly, shaky sigh escaping him and glassy eyes snapping open.
You still want more?
"You're killing me, princess."
You giggle against the pillow, low lidded eyes shooting him a smug grin, spit painted mouth glisterning.
"Good."
źŖą§ ZAYNE
In what world could he've known that his sweet little wife could get like this?
Sure, he's always pliant to your needs, always does his best to grant your every wish, make you happy. He'd kiss your ankles if you asked, worship the ground you walked on with no shame at all.
You're his wife, after all. His one and only.
But this? This has his mind fucking reeling.
He's never, not once, seen you like thisāwild-eyed and sweat-slicked, mouth parted in shameless moans as you grind yourself up into him with no sign of stopping. Your nails drag hot down his spine, then grip tight around his ass, pulling him into you, holding him there like he might even think to leave.
Like he could.
Zayne groans, loud and ragged, hips stuttering as your soaked, greedy cunt sucks him right back in every time he tries to pull out. You're milking him, clenching down; your body refusing to give him a moment's restāand it's driving him insane.
"Not e-enough," you gasp, lips brushing the shell of his ear, voice so wrecked it makes his cock twitch inside you. "Need more. Wanna feel your cock deeeeep inside."
Well, he can't complain, to be honest.
"More?" he pants, almost incredulous. But the way he smiles, like he's so far gone on you it hurts says everything needed to be said. "Already fucked my darling wife dumb. Doesn't even know what nasty of a mouth she's got on her now."
You just moan, nodding that fucked-out little head of yours frantically, lips dragging across his throat as you rock your hips up again, taking him even deeper. He moans, losing his rhythm completely, slamming back into you with a helpless sound that borders on a whimper.
Your light chuckle sweels his heartāand cock. You kiss his cheek, sweet and breathless. "Yours, Zayne. All yours. Now give it ta' me."
You've done it now. You broke your poor husband's brain.
Before you can blink, he's flipped you over, your knees pressed into the mattress, arms trembling under your weight. You barely register the movement before his leaking tip is already forcing its way back in, sliding through your slick pussy.
He spanks you. Hard.
"You want more?"
"Oh fuckkk yes, Iā!"
But he's not talking to you. His gazes falls directly down to your greedy cunny sucking him in, examining the mess that drip drip drips down your legs and onto the sheets.
"Want me to ruin my pretty wife, huh?"
He snarls at your snug cunny and takes the loud squelch! as an answer, bracing his hands on both of your ass cheeks, spreading you wiiiide to get a better view.
"Alright. Then take it, you nasty girl."
Skin slapping skin, his hips driving forward in brutal, punishing thrusts, fucking you with none of that usual sweetness of his. Just raw, filthy. You cry out, over and over, face buried in the sheets, hands clawing for purchase, head spinning with dizziness.
God, you're husband's out of this world. You're not even sure what you did to deserve a man like him.
"I'll take it, all of it!" you sob, hips pushing back to meet his every thrust. "Want it all, Zayne! W-wanna feel all hot and full insideā!"
He actually growls like some beast, ramming his cock damn near into your poor womb, and you scream when his hand snakes down and smacks your clit, a wet slap! followed by furious circles that make your thighs quake.
"You like that, don't you?" he growls, head falling to the crook of your neck to sink his teeth into your shoulder, earning a shriek. "Like me pounding you stupid while your pretty little cunt begs for more?"
You nod frantically, sobbing, helpless to the way your orgasm starts to crest, so tight and fast, your walls spasming around him, trying to milk him again.
"My wife's talking outta her pussy again, huh?" he huffs, snapping his hips harder, tip forming a deep buldge in your tummy. "Sloppy little hole just keeps begging. She's so loud, baby."
Your orgasm slams into you like a wave, shattering you completely. Your arms give out under the weight of it, body collapsing onto the soaked sheets as your cunt gushes around him, spraying down your thighs in a messy rush, soaking his cock and making a lewd, slick sound as he fucks you through it. And he doesn't even slow down, just drives in harder, chasing his own end with vicious rams.
"Want more, Zayne... please,"
Voice wrecked and slurred, your body's still trembling from the last orgasm. You're soaked, dripping, stretched and raw, but that greedy little pulse in your cunt won't stopāyou're still needy, still aching.
Zayne's panting above you, face flushed, hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. Heās still buried to the hilt inside you, cock twitching, cum leaking out around the base with every tiny clench of your slick walls.
"W-what about a quick break, darling? Promise I'llā"
"N-noooo," you whine, lip wobbling, eyes stinging as water builds at your lash line, hipsalready back to rutting and arching back into him, his fresh seed spilling from your overflowed hole. āPleaseee, baby. Want more, my husband's fucking me soooo good."
"Alright then."
His voice is wrecked, but the second he sees the tears in your eyes and the desperate grind of your hips against his, he snaps. Whatever doubt or exhaustion he had left is gone.
He leans in close, presses wet kisses to your cheek as his thrusts get messier and more frantic. "Happy wife," his cock twitches deep inside you, mushroomy head pulsating with fatigue, spurting the last remnats of his whispy cum,
anyway, I love adult content. I love erotic art having a space to exist online. I love seeing people making connections over creativity and shared hog cranking. I donāt love everything everyone is cranking their hogs to but itās also none of my god damn business. fuck the evangelical rise of censorship. fuck ruining peopleās livelihoods.
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