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Helloooo, could you write an insecure reader x james wilson? ♡
Reader and Wilson have been dating for a while, but have not gotten intimate yet because every time they start getting a little bit physical reader shuts down or tries to make an excuse why they can't. One day they wind up in bed and as wilson attempts to take their clothes off they start to cry, and he is obviously very confused as to why. He gently pries their hands from their face and gets them to admit what's wrong. Reader confesses that they've never slept with anyone because their afraid that their body and face isn't conventionally attractive enough, and they're afraid that wilson won't find them beautiful. Wilson then tries very hard to convince them otherwise, if yk what I mean. ;)
Sorry for such a long request, I looove your account so much. Have a great day! ♡♡
Hey lovie !! Thanks for the pretty request (which i totally relate to btw) hope this is what you wanted !! A pretty mix of fluff, angst, and smut ;))
Mirror Mirror On The Wall
The apartment was quiet.
Not silent—Wilson's old dishwasher hummed faintly in the kitchen, rain tapping against the windows in lazy rhythms—but quiet enough that you could hear his heartbeat where your head rested against his chest.
You always liked this.
This part was easy.
Movie nights that turned into slow kisses. Curled up together beneath a blanket. His fingers lazily tracing circles against your back while he rambled about a patient House had somehow turned into a personal insult.
"...and then he tells me I'm emotionally constipated," Wilson muttered.
You snorted.
"He wasn't wrong."
Wilson gasped dramatically. "Et tu?"
"I'm just saying..." You looked up at him, smiling. "I've never met someone who apologizes to furniture after bumping into it."
"It wasn't the furniture's fault."
"It was a coffee table."
"It wasn't the coffee table's fault."
You laughed, and Wilson couldn't help himself.
He kissed you.
Slowly.
Softly.
The kind of kiss that wasn't trying to become anything.
Until it did.
His hand slid to your waist, pulling you a little closer. Yours found the back of his neck automatically. The kiss deepened, lingering, familiar.
"You know," he murmured against your lips, "I've been trying to kiss you all evening."
"Oh?"
"Mhm."
"You've been succeeding."
"I'd like to keep succeeding."
His smile was gentle enough to make your heart ache.
He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear before kissing your jaw.
Then your neck.
Your breathing caught.
Not because you didn't want this.
God, you did.
You wanted him more than you'd ever admitted aloud.
But the moment his fingertips slipped beneath the hem of your shirt...
Everything inside you froze.
Your body locked.
No.
Not now.
Please not now.
Wilson immediately noticed.
He always noticed.
He lifted his head, studying you.
"...Hey?"
"I'm okay."
"You stopped breathing."
"I didn't."
"You absolutely did."
"I'm fine."
Your voice came out too fast.
Wilson sat back slightly, giving you room.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"I know."
"So..."
"So..."
You searched desperately for an excuse.
"I'm tired."
Wilson waited.
"...Okay."
"I have work tomorrow."
"So do I."
"My stomach kind of hurts."
Another pause.
Then he smiled sadly.
"Those are three different excuses."
Heat rushed into your face.
"I..."
"You don't have to explain."
Relief flooded you for exactly three seconds. Because then, you realized what he'd probably think.
That you weren't attracted to him.
"It's not you, it's me." you rushed to say.
Wilson's expression softened.
"That's what you're worried about?" he mumbled and leaned close again, his smile turning almost sad.
"What?"
"You think I think you're rejecting me."
You stared. Damn, he knew you too well.
"I don't." he said quietly. "I know you like me, darling."
Your chest tightened.
"But..."
"...I just wish you'd let me in."
His voice wasn't frustrated.
It was...hurt. Gentle. Confused.
"I don't care if we never have sex."
You looked away, and laughed slightly. "Yeah, okay..." you muttered sarcastically.
"I do care that every time we get close..." He hesitated. "You look terrified."
The tears came before you even realized they had,and you laughed quietly again, trying to wipe them away.
"I'm okay...I don't know why I'm crying." you whispered.
He wrapped both hands around yours, not judging you or anything like that. His embrace was warm.
Steady.
Safe.
And it only made the tears come harder.
"Oh, sweetheart..."
"I'm sorry."
"What are you apologizing for?"
"I ruined everything."
"You didn't ruin anything."
"I did."
"You cried."
"I know."
"Crying isn't ruining anything."
You covered your face.
"I can't look at you."
Wilson gently intertwined his fingers with yours.
"You don't have to."
He waited.
Patient as ever. He always was.
After a long moment, he carefully pulled your hands away from your face.
"You don't have to hide from me."
You couldn't meet his eyes.
"I know something's wrong."
Silence.
"You can tell me."
Nothing.
"I promise I won't be angry."
Another silence, but it was brief. How could you not tell him, at this point?
"...You've been with beautiful women."
Wilson blinked.
"...What?"
"Your exes."
"...Okay?"
"They were gorgeous."
He frowned, and opened his mouth to say something but then closed it again, shaking the thought away. Instead, he asked something gentler.
"Where is this coming from?"
"They looked..." Your voice cracked. "...normal."
He looked completely lost.
"I don't." you finally breathed out.
"You do."
"I don't. They were thin."
"So?"
"They were pretty."
"You are too."
You laughed bitterly.
"No."
Wilson stared at you like you'd just told him the sky was green.
"...No?"
"I'm not."
"Since when?"
"Always."
His heart sank. He could barely comprehend you actually thought that.
"You really believe that."
You nodded once.
"I've never..."
You swallowed hard.
"I've never slept with anyone."
Wilson didn't speak.
"I've always been too scared."
Your fingers twisted together.
"What if..." Your voice was barely audible. "What if someone sees me and changes their mind?"
And now that you had started, you couldn't stop.
"What if..." You squeezed your eyes shut. "...they realize my body isn't attractive enough?"
"What if they see my face up close and..."
The sentence never finished.
Wilson's hands cupped your cheeks so gently it almost hurt.
You finally looked at him.
His eyes were already glassy, and it hurt you even more, seeing his reaction to your words.
"You've been carrying this around...for how long?"
"...Years."
He closed his eyes for a second.
Then opened them again.
"You really thought I'd stop loving you because I'd see you?"
You couldn't answer, this time.
Wilson leaned forward until your foreheads touched.
"I wish..." he whispered, "...I could let you see yourself the way I do."
A tear escaped down your cheek. He brushed it away with his thumb.
"When you smile," he said softly, "your nose wrinkles just a little."
You blinked.
A tiny, watery laugh escaped you despite yourself.
"You make this face when you're concentrating."
He poked gently between your eyebrows.
"I've caught you singing when you shower."
"I thought you were asleep that time!"
"I was pretending."
Another watery laugh.
"I see someone beautiful, baby...and I want to know even more about you. I want to learn every freckle on your shoulders, every blissful expression and sound... seeing you only excites me." he finally mumbled and pushed some of your hair behind your ear. You leaned to the touch and he smiled.
"I really want you." you whispered shakily and cleared your throat a little.
"I promise we'll take it slow. No expectations, no anything... does that sound okay?"
"Yeah but... I-I'm still scared." you whispered, and he gave a nod.
"That's alright... I promise, I promise I'll make you feel so good, you'll forget about everything okay?" he mumbled and you laughed, blushing and squirming against him.
And really, you already knew he'd keep his promise. Because naturally, Wilson was a man who always did. Especially when it came to your pleasure.
And the best? He was worshipful too.
That's pretty much how you found him undressing you gentler than ever, pulling off every piece of fabric with so much care and affection it made your chest feel lighter.
"Is this okay?" he mumbled, and you nodded quietly, looking at him while running a hand through his hair, feeling inevitably safer and a lot more secure than before.
It was almost as if his touch was soothing your sensitive heart.
He pressed his lips to your mouth, then trailed soft pecks all over your jaw, your neck, your collarbones...he moves to your sternum, gently unclasping your bra and making you let out a sigh. His mouth worked on your chest, closing over hardened nipples, making your sighs turn to soft moans.
"Feels good." you breathed out, and he smiled against your skin.
His kisses trailed lower, dedicated to kiss every inch of skin, over your tummy, your sides, below your belly button, until you were squirming with anticipation.
"I got you."
"I know you do." you whispered back and your words made him melt.
After spreading kisses all over thighs, he spread them slowly, his palms feeling warm over them. Your panties were already soaked when he tugged them down, making shivers run down your spine.
You looked down at him, and he looked up at you. His gaze was so full of adoration, that really you couldn't help but feel... comfortable. Confident, even, especially when you saw the bulging in his pants.
"Are you seriously getting excited just from...this?" you asked him shyly, half giggling half serious.
James blushed a little, and scratched the back of his neck.
"Didn't know getting aroused by my girlfriend was a crime." he mumbled and you only laughed more.
A laugh that turned into a moan almost instantly, because his mouth was on you before you knew it, making your head fall back against the pillow. Hands fisting on the sheets as he tongue pressed flat over your slit.
You swore you were in heaven. The sensation of having someone eating you out? Heaven.
James Wilson eating you out? HEAVEN.
His tongue worked magic over your already drenched pussy, slurping everything up whole you writhed and gasped repeatedly underneath him. Your legs closed around his head and he only loved the sensation, of course not pulling back even as his breathing got ragged.
"So damn sweet, baby." he grunted against you, and it vibrated on the sensitive skin. Goosebumps rose all over your body, and he dove right back in, eating you out like a man starving.
And really, he had been.
Starving for you.
He spent hours between your thighs, building up the most delicious pace, the most delicious pressure.
You felt like you couldn't breathe, and he actually took his time with you. So patient, until you started to tremble and the sounds escaping your mouth grew high pitched.
"Shit, shit shit James-" you gasped out and he didn't stop, keeping the pace still, wanting to bring you to an orgasm completely mind shattering.
And he did.
You squeezed your thighs around him, coming with a cry of his name, convulsing and soaking his lips and chin.
And obviously, it was worth it even though the man lost his oxygen for a good minute.
You relaxed, and instantly looked down at him with wide eyes, turning embarrassed and self conscious again.
"O-Oh my God...did I choke you?"
The man looked up at you, puppy eyes and all, a satisfied expression on his wet face.
"Baby, you could suffocate me with your thighs and I'd die there a happy man."
Lowk struggled writing this, since my own body image issues have been flaring up (⊙_◎) sorry if this came out crappy my lovies !! Part two, anyone ??
Hii!! Could you write some James Wilson x reader smut?
absofuckinglutely <33
Up and Down
"I want you to ride me." James had told you, and you felt yourself getting lightheaded just at the request.
"I just told you I'll act out any of your fantasies." you repeated with a small grin and pressed your lips on his jaw.
"I know... I want you to ride me." the doctor repeated shyly and you laughed out loud before you knew it.
"That's your fantasy? Baby, come on-"
"Please! Just do it, just do it..."
The way he was getting all squirmy and desperate worked you up and you didn't hesitate to give in to the man's wishes, and was soon sinking down on his thick dick while holding onto his shoulders.
The groans he let out were absolutely delicious in your ears, only turning you on furthermore and making you instantly start moving. Your hips moved greedily back and forth, a soft smirk on your lips as his parted.
"Up and down, honey, please..." he whined and moved to hold onto your ass, but you just kissed him instead, silencing any protests and begging. They sure were sweet, and really hot but you also wanted to tease him a lot more.
Your hips kept up the same motions, back and forth, pleasuring yourself off his cock, letting out the softest, prettiest moans and Wilson could only watch you, and drop his head backwards. He was sweating and panting, squeezing the soft flesh of your hips and trying to lift you off of him, but you wouldn't let him yet.
"Please baby, c'mon...help me out here, I need it." he begged again and you couldn't help but give in this time, changing the rhythm and pace and going up and down, a lot faster too. He instantly started moaning and buried his face in your neck, his ragged breathing making you clench down on him.
One of his large palms went to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him and making you arch your back. Your lips parted and he grabbed the opportunity to kiss you deeply, seeking out the taste of them. You felt him get frantic, trying to thrust his own hips up, and you let him take what he wanted, both of you nearing the edge now.
"Tell me I'm doing good." he gasped out and groaned loudly, his chest heaving as he needily grinded his dick deeper inside you, hitting that sweet spot that made you melt.
"You're doing so good James... I feel so good, so you feel good?" you whispered teasingly, your own breath hitching as he kept speeding up, burying himself to the hilt.
"So good!" he cried out. His Adam's apple bobbed each time his head tilted back, and your lips pressed soft peck all over it and his neck and jaw.
"Can I come? Please, please let me come, sweetie I need it so bad..."
His whines made your eyer roll back, and you clutched his shoulders, your own orgasm so close you could practically taste it.
"Yeah, yeah do it...do it baby, come inside me."
And really, he didn't need more. His hips thrusted as deep as he could and he cried out, biting onto your neck to muffle himself as he filled you up with his load. And that bite was what tipped you over the edge too, your legs wrapping around his waist as you came with him.
After you both took a breath, you pulled back a little to look at him, eyes glinting, pulling your lip between your teeth.
"Round two?" you mumbled, and even though his eyes widened, he was already getting hard again with a soft groan.
"If I ever decline that offer, something will be wrong with me, sweet girl."
Hi don’t think I’ve sent this request to u I sent it to another writer but they closed there requests I think so idk 🤷♀️ but I was wondering if you could do a fic with Melissa schemmenti where she has like a goth/rockabilly/emo idc just alt gf or meets this character idc if its reader or oc. 🖤luv ur writing byeeee 🦇
Hey anon !! Lovely request, this is totally in my area of expertise xx !! I was not sure what content you'd prefer so I turned this into headcanons !! I added some NSFW too just in case ;)) Feel free to ignore it though !!
🦇 Melissa Schemmenti with alt gf who has been a rebel when she was younger too and is trying to keep up with you when you talk to her about bands and music and your interests. She was never a goth, or as emo as you, but she certainly knows what you are talking about when you mention The Cure.
"Does that mean you know MCR and Bauhaus too?" you ask her eagerly while holding up a bunch of CDs, and the redhead pauses.
"I... cannot be sure."
🦇 Melissa Schemmenti with alt gf who loves watching you as you put your makeup on. Whether it is dark eye pencil on the waterline, eyeliner, glittery eyeshadow or lipstick...she loves peeking over and asking you questions.
"How do you get your lipstick to stay on for so long?" she asked half annoyed half irritated and you can only smile in response.
"A magician never reveals his tricks, honey." and it's enough to make her grunt and peck the corner of your mouth.
🦇 Melissa Schemmenti with alt gf who doesn't mind it at all when you bkast your music while with her, or when you shower. She hums to the few tracks she recognizes, and makes her own suggestions once she realizes what you like.
"You should try Pearl Jam and Manowar if you like this stuff. I know I loved some classic rock. Good times." she sighs, suddenly feeling old. And when you clock it you hold her close and play with her soft hair, your manicured nails twirling around her fair strands.
🦇 Melissa Schemmenti with alt gf who is constantly dragged around by you. Not just concerts, no. To the library, buying books about gothic and classic literature, to that one rock cafeteria you found that played classic hits from the 80s and to thrift stores when you feel like updating your wardrobe. She occasionally complains about her back hurting but when she starts getting the concept of thrifting, she talks about it to even her colleagues. About how she found a very cheap but beautiful shirt, and those nice jeans you told her looked good on her frame. After all, she loves saving money, and loves doing anything as long as you are next to her.
NSFW Headcanons !!
🦇 Melissa Schemmenti with alt gf who notices when you come home one day with different set of nails, instead of long acrylics like usually. This time they are trimmed, still quirky and aesthetic but now short.
When she asks about the change, you decide to show her the reason for it instead. And that's pretty much how she finds herself perched on the kitchen counter, arching her back while you fill her with your fingers. Pointer and middle slowly pushing in, then easing out of her silky folds, making her head drop back while her red hair flows freely down her shoulders. Her soft thighs part for you on the marble, and you look up at her, eyes filled with pure awe.
"I am guessing you like the nails?"
🦇 Melissa Schemmenti with alt gf who definetely calls you too nerdy and teases you about your niche interests.
"Seriously, you are wasting your money to buy comics?" she tskes when she sees you holding up one, nose buried in it.
"It's not a waste of money, I actually read them."
"You are so dorky. And childish. Even my students have better taste in literature."
And because all those comments obviously annoy you...you show your irritation in a different way. More specifically, by bending her over and strapping her down, hips thrusting forward and colliding with her backside while your strap sinks back in her cunt.
"What were you calling me earlier, sweetie? you ask her mockingly, grunting with each jerk of your hips. The only answer you get is loud moans and soft whimpers of your name, or that pretty begging of hers when she gets close.
Begging you can never really say no to.
Can you tell I geeked out on music suggestions 😛 hope this is something, got kinda tired in the end. Anybody want an actual fic?
Hey Anon !! Thank you so much for the kind words <33 I'm looking to write more fics or drabbles with similar dynamics so this was much needed praise :))
Ahh sorry for being so late to this !! Genuinely hope you see this !! Thanks for the request bby !!
Drabble of Mel strapping reader :3
Tags: dom!Mel, sub! reader, slight humiliation?,slight slapping, strap on, doggy style, not proofread !! sorry guys, this is rly short :(
"And you wonder why the neighbors keep making complaining." Melissa grunted as she pistoned her hips back and forth, pushing her strap on deep inside your needy pussy. She was so deep you could feel it in your tummy, and your knees buckled anytime she slapped your ass.
"This little cunt's so loud...shit,look at her, swallowing me so greedily."
Your whimpers grew louder when she picked up her pace, making your whole body jerk forward helplessly and your back arch.
You loved it. Loved the way her hands held onto your hips, pushing you back roughly until her pelvis met your backside.
You loved the way she spoke to you, teasingly, manhandling you and slapping your inner thighs until you opened your legs furthermore for her.
And you loved the way you were already close, clamping down around the plastic dick and moaning sluttily. Your fingers fisted on the sheets and the pillow in front of you, and your eyes fell shut as she kept groaning with each harder thrust.
"Nuh uh, don't you dare come yet." she tutted, and reached forward to grip your hair in a makeshift ponytail, tugging at it.
"You wait for me, you got it? Wait for me, baby..."
Should I make this a full fic or make a part 2 ?? Leave your thoughts in the comments !! Likes, reblogs and criticism always appreciated !!
I was wondering if you could write a fic of Melissa Schemmenti with g!p reader if your comfortable
Hell yes I'm comfortable hon !! Thank you for this request dearest !! And I apologize for being so so late to this !! Hope you see it ;)
Tags: power bottom!Mel, use of pet names such as baby, g!p reader obvi and stuff 18+ READERS ONLY <3 and yes this is not proofread I'm lazy :)
"Oh fuck,baby... you're s-so deep." Melissa moaned out and bucked her hips, trying to get more of you inside her.
You smirked at the sounds she was already making. God,this woman was tight. And indeed,you were so deep inside her, you could already come. Your dick throbbed in her wet cunt, and your palms splayed on her hips squeezed the soft flesh.
The redhead let her head loll back on the pillows, and her fingers raked down your back as you pushed your hips forward, teasing her with shallow thrusts.
"S-stop being a dick...go faster." she grunted out brattily, and you could see through the attitude into her actual need.
"Yes ma'am." you grinned, biting your lip and letting out a loud groan when you pistoned your dick in and out.
The room filled with wet sounds as your strong thighs braced by hers, and you grunted, moving an arm by her head for leverage. Anytime you sank back inside, she clamped down around you and made your head fall forward, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure.
"Go harder, baby, c'mon...shit, you feel good." she breathes out and bit her lip and whimpered, and obviously you could never deny her when she looked like that underneath you: drenched, hazy with pleasure and still with that mouth on her.
And so you did go harder, until her my moans got louder, and you could barely hold yourself up, pathetically humping against her and whining, cock sensitive and ready to burst.
"Cum inside me, do it...uh,uh,uh... I'm gonna come too-"
And when those words tumbled out of her mouth, you felt yourself lose any and all sense of control, and you bit down on her neck as you came, painting her insides white.
And she followed soon behind you, with a loud cry of your name, and her manicured nails digging in your shoulders.
"Get ready for round two." she whispered before you were even coherent and flipped you both over so she was on top.
"Shh, baby please be quiet." whined the doctor, holding your hips with shaky hands.
When Wilson had paged you moments ago, you were expecting him to need some kind of consult or help with some patient. What you didn't expect was to see your secret (supposedly) boyfriend, sitting behind his desk painfully hard, and barely sane. James Wilson was never the type to do anything spicy during his work hours, and that was something he had cleared out since you first started dating him.
"Aw, baby...I thought intimacy wasn't something you indulge in when you work." you quoted him when you saw the tent in his pants, and the man blushed a bright shade of red.
"Please shut up, I need your help." he told you and you had smiled in response at his impatience.
Now you were riding him on his goddamn office chair, in his office, barely able to hold back whimpers anytime the tip of his thick dick brushed that sweet spot inside you. And Wilson wasn't able to stay quiet either,muffling himself by pressing open mouthed kisses on your neck and collarbone.
The chair underneath you creaked anytime you lifted yourself off,and then slowly lowered down on him again, making the doctor let his head fall back. Your thighs pressed to his sides and your hands found leverage on his shoulders.
"God, you're loud." he mumbled, panting as you clamped down on him and pressing a palm over his mouth after adding "P-please, sweetie... c'mon, a little faster for me."
And really how could you deny him that greedy request? You sped up just a little, just to get him there quicker, and trying to satisfy yourself in the process.
"You're so deep." You gasped out and squeezed his arms, falling down onto his cock again and whining.
"I-I'm close." he uttered out and just then the door opened. You froze over his lap, pulling your skirt down shakily and turning around to be met with...well,who else? House.
"Jimmy, you have to do a lumbar-" he started and paused, lifting his eyes from a patient chart to look at his flushed best friend with one of his doctors perched on his lap.
A smirk broke into his face and you blushed wildly too, same shade as Wilson.
"It's not what you think." Wilson blabbered out quickly and House just took a small step back with his cane, and opened the door again.
"I wonder how you managed to make him do something like that at work." he bit sarcastically.
"I'll let you get back at it. But I am gonna need all the juicy details later."
And with that he closed the door, leaving you to bury your face in your boyfriend's neck.
"So I guess I forgot to lock the door." you muttered against his collarbone.
Hey sweeties !! Hope you liked this even though it is short and not proof read :)) I just had to write sth about Wilson, I can't get this man out of my head.
Is anyone else low-key tired of getting nonstop complaints about fanfics in the x reader tag? I understand having icks, but my brother in CHRIST you're reading self-insert fics on TUMBLR the MOTHERLAND of cringe. A lot of the people who write here are teens, so why can't we make this a safe space for them to practice writing? They sometimes don't even proofread their shit. And when I write on here I don't use beta readers. I don't even edit or redraft. Most fanfic writers don't. We're in it for the LOVE OF THE GAME. If you're expecting high brow literature, you're in the wrong genre. I'm not saying that to put down fanfiction writers. I care about my work. They care about their work. You can find a lot of beautiful stuff, but to approach EVERY fanfic with these high standards in mind is kinda dumb. It may just be me but I'm getting so many users constantly complaining about cringe. RELAX. Remember where you are. It's NOT that serious. Writers are providing content for free and having fun.
dd/lg // age play // size kink // smoking // g!p sev
You dressed up in nothing but a cute little flimsy pink dress. You watched as Sevika suddenly walked over to you the moment she got back from work.
“Hi, daddy.” You greeted her with a grin.
She didn’t answer. She pushed you down and pulled your dress up to reveal your pristine white panties. Your knees knocked together on instinct.
“Daddy, what’re you—?”
“You trust me, don’t you, princess?”
You blinked at her. Then nodded and slowly let your legs fall apart.
“That’s it…” she pulled your panties down slowly to reveal your bare, now wet cunt, “such pretty princess parts.”
You blushed, “long day, daddy?”
Sevika just nodded and you watched as she tossed a lighter your way. You caught it, watching as she held out her cigarillo for you to light it. You did and she pulled back, taking a deep inhale.
As the smoke entered her lungs, her cock pushed into your tight little hole. A small sound came from you as her length buried deeper inside you.
“I-it’s big, daddy…”
She blew the smoke out and chuckled. “Just a bit, little one. Be still, okay? Daddy’s had a rough day, don’t wanna have to manhandle my sweet girl.”
You nodded and interlaced fingers with her— watching as she inhaled the smoke and exhaled through her nose. Your pussy made the stickiest, filthiest sounds ever. You both held eye contact. Her silver eyes assessed you, enjoying your submission.
Her length was comically huge in comparison to your frame. She filled you up all the way, and bulged your tummy. The sight alone made you wetter and tighter.
Sevika’s eyes narrowed a little, you watched her expression change— the furrow in her eyebrows. She was close.
You gripped her hand tighter.
“D-d-dadda… cum in, please?” you asked with a pout.
That’s all it took her.
She groaned and filled you up. Her warm seed overflowed, leaking around the sides of her cock before she pulled out and let her still-hard cock slap on your tummy. She let go of your hand and removed the cigarillo from her lips.
something abt an older woman who knows your body more than you do, she’ll curl her fingers in a way you’ve never felt before or fuck her strap so deep into you, you genuinely feel like you could have her babies, ugh i wish i had an older woman to fuck me out as she sees fit
