i havenβt been here in a while but i do want to state that i do not condone rape or ageplay in fiction or outside of fiction. Nor will i ever write it myself, just to clarify. I donβt do drama on the internet but this is all i wanted to say.
i knew that engenesβand whatever you wanna call the weird new breed of accounts on weverseβwould try and ruin jayβs birthday stream but GOD i didnβt expect him to say something about it and genuinely ask people to not ruin other members birthday livesβ¦
and watch them say he was forced to say it like everythingβs a conspiracy theory
you and your boyfriend love weed , so so much . but weed always gets you horny , so thank fuck you only smoke it with him !
π° MDNI dom sunoo mentions of weed usage of weed fucking while high thigh humping hand humping 69 oral (f + m) praise kink dirty talk slight slapping reader is whiny and LOUDD lots of petnames such as pretty and baby smoking while fucking sex in the living room squirting cum eating basically dubcon objectification at the end lmk if more ! 2460
the room filled with a heavy scent of weed and smoke. your head rested against his hard chest, eyes red and your smile dopey.
"sunooo," you whined, looking up at him with a pout, blinking slowly at him as he took another hit of the blunt, slotting it between his lips as his eyes gazed down at you.
"hmm, yeah, pretty?" he slurred. he blew out the smoke slowly, not away from you, but to the side in a lazy stream. the hazy plume caught the dim light before dissolving into the thin air.
"yeah?" you repeated, pout becoming more exaggerated. your hand came up, fingers trembling and clumsy, as you traced the line of his jaw. "'re not listeningggβ¦"
he let out a low chuckle, a rumble that you felt more than heard through his chest. he took the blunt from his lips, holding it between his index and middle finger, as his other hand cradled the side of your face. his thumb slowly stroked your cheek, his touch warm and almost rough from his calloused fingers.
"always listenin'," he murmured, voice thick with honey. his eyes, half-lidded and dark, scanned your face, the reddened eyes, dopey smile, the way you were melting into him. "you're jus not sayin' any words, pretty. jus makin' noises."
he brought the blunt back to his lips, eyes holding yours as he took a deep inhale. the orangey glow had illuminated the sharp planes of his face for a split second before fading. his lips pursed as he held the smoke in, leaning down as his face hovered inches away from yours.
with a sigh, he exhaled gently, not a full blow, but something soft, sharing a breath of smoke and warmth. the scent intensified, wrapping around the both of you, enveloping you.
"tell me," he whispered, his nose brushing against yours. "use your words for me, baby. what does my pretty girl want, hmm?"
you squirmed at his words, a hand reaching up to take the blunt from his fingers and bringing it to your plump lips, mimicking his actions as you took a deep inhale, holding in the smoke before lightly blowing against his face.
"want you, sunβ¦" you whispered.
a slow, captivating smile spread across sunoo's face. he watched as you take the hit with a lazy intensity, gaze dropping from your lips to you as you exhaled against his skin. the words seemed to hit him harder than any type of weed or crack he had done in his 22 years of living.
"want me," he repeated, voice dropping even lower, as it cuts through the smoke. his hand that was against your cheek slid back, fingers tangling gently in your hair. "you got me, pretty. always."
he leaned in, closing the small distance between the both of you. his kiss wasn't urgent, yet it was deep, claiming, but gentle. he tasted like smoke and something else that always reminded you of him, maybe pineapple? peaches? you didn't know.
when he finally pulled back just enough to speak, his lips brushed against yours with each word he said.
"what do you want from me, hmm?" he took the blunt back from your limp fingers, setting it aside in the ashtray you made with him at a pottery class without looking away from you. his other arm slung around your shoulder as he smirked, turning to sit facing forward as his eyes looked at you. "gotta be specific. 'm in a real good mood, might give you anything you ask for."
you let out a moan of satisfaction, lips hanging apart, slightly dry and cracked, yet drool pooled in your mouth, between your teeth and the bottom lip. "want you, please, sunβ¦" you whined, hips dragging foward slightly, which earned a rumble.
"want me, how?" his arm that was around your shoulder dropped down to your waist, bringing you to straddle his thighs. a low groan vibrated against his chest as he felt the weight of you against his leg. the hand wrapped around your waist, going to grip the flesh of your body through the fabric, guiding your hips in a slow, deliberate circle, eyes darkening and fixated on your face.
"c'mon, baby," he coaxed, voice rough. "you gotta spell it out for me. that pretty head of yours all fogged up?" he joked, squeezing your waist as your hips slowly glided up and down. soft moans escaped your lips, as you felt your panties dampen up, clit catching the fabric.
he let out a low whistle at the sight, his cock growing in his sweats as he watched. freehand going back to the ash tray to grab the blunt, bringing it to his lips. the sight of you melting on his thigh, the tiny gasp, the helpless roll of your hips, were better than anything he had seen in a porno or a hentai.
he took another, long, deep pull from the blunt, ember flaring orange once again as his eyes never left the sight of your hips. he held the smoke, letting it build before exhaling it in a slow, steaming motion towards the side.
"fuck," he breathed out, words tinged with smoke and adoration. the hand against your waist slowly inching down between your clearly soaked shorts, he didn't move any fingers, just kept them right under where you grinded. "look at you, soaked for me already."
you let out a whine at his words, earning a soft shhh from his lips. he brought the blunt to your lips, nudgin them apart. "take it for me, baby." he commanded, voice dark and velvety with a promise. "then maybe you're gonna use that pretty mouth for something else. gonna tell me exactly where you want me, or i'm gonna have to guess⦠and i might start right here."
his thumb soflty swept over the damp fabric of your shorts, appling a firm pressure that made you jolt against his hand. a smirk playing on his lips. "or maybe here feels too good to stop. you wanna come just like this, grinding on me like a desperate little thing? or do 'ya want more?"
you let out another moan, nodding as you continued to grind on his hand and thigh.
"want me to take care of you?" he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against your cheek. "want me to make you feel real good til you forget your own name?"
you nodded in an instant, hips never faltering.
"'corse you do." he laughed, tapping your sopping, clothed cunt softly, before pulling away. hands tugging down at your shorts. "up," he commanded, helping you peel off your shorts, tossing them somewhere away in the living room.
his eyes narrowed in on the large, dark wet spot against your panties, the one's he bought for your birthday and was his favourite.
a large hand went to softly smack the flesh off your ass, before gripping it to soothe the pain. muttering sweet words into your ear as you continued to get off on his legs. "doing so well for me, pretty," he mumbled, kissing below your ear.
you felt your stomach coil up at his praises and the feeling of his sweatpants and your wet panties against your clit. you swore you could cum any minute, your moans got louder and your hips became more animalistic.
"suβsunooβ" you whined, tears welling in your eyes as you looked up at him with those red eyes of yours.
"no, not now." he smirked, taking another drag of the blunt, smoke escaping his lips in an instant. "want you to cum on 'm face."
you let out a sharp whine, and a choked sob that escaped your lips. the filthy words barely slicing through the hazy and hot air.
"sunoo.." you moaned, the name a plea. hips slowly stopping, but the coil in your stomach never leaving.
he just watched you, smirk never leaving as he took another slow drag. he held the smoke, his eyes watering just from the smell, making them glisten in the dim light. he leaned foward, face inches from yours.
"yeah," he whispered, smoke hitting your face, scent full of weed. "you heard me. want to see you lose it right here. want to watch you fall apart all jus for me."
he slowly layed down against the large leather sofa, head hitting a soft pillow, switching your position as your back face towards him, as he had a full view of your ass on his chest, your legs sat beside the muscle. his hands settled against your hips, pushing you further up, as your hips finally hovered over his face.
"come on baby, sit." he grumbled, voice thick as if he was waiting his whole life for this to happen. your thighs trembled as you let yourself down without a thought, the dampness of your panties connecting with the tip of his tongue.
a shuddering sigh had left his lips the moment he could taste you. his hands on your hips tightening, holding you there, not allowing you to move an inch.
"fuck," he breathed out, words hot and damp against the thin fabric of your panties. "taste so good, just for 'me."
he didn't waitm his tongue, hot and broad, dragged a slow stripe right over your soaked hole, from your chubby clit to your slicked hole, applying pressure where exactly you needed it the most. a harsh moan tore from your throat, hands flying to brace yourself as you leaned foward, face planting against his thigh, your back arching.
"fuck, these are in the way," he muttered, words muffled against you. his fingers hooked into the sides of your panties. "lift up for me, pretty. jus a little."
he didn't yank, he just waited, patient even with the ragging boner he had. his breath hot against the cotton, until you shakily riased your hips, enough for him to pull down the fabric of your panties on one side, letting it dangle on one side of your thigh.
the sound he made as soon as he saw your glistening pussy was from pure hunger. a low hum that vibrated through your cunt, as his hands returned to your hips, gripping hard, pushing you down onto his hot mouth with a cry.
your hands gripped his thighs harshly, mouth wide open and drooling, the only thing on your mind was his cock. your hands wrapped around it. thighs wrapped around it. pussy clamping down on it. mouth on it.
without a word, your trembling fingers pushed down his sweatpants and boxers to free his hardening cock, the tip slapping against your cheek lightly. sunoo let out a gasp against your pussy as his cock was freed, cool air and the touch of your cheek sending a jolt straight through him.
the grip on your hips is tightening to leave bruises, mouth never stops its work. "fuck, taste so good for me, yeah?" he moaned against your pussy, a wet muscle of his tongue gliding against your clit, slurping up your slick generously.
and that alone, made you gain confidence. with your drool, you let it fall onto his mushroomy tip, lips chasing it as your mouth slowly inched down on his cock. the wet, hot slide of your mouth made his head fall back against the couch with a dull thud, a groan tearing from his raspy throat, hips giving an incoluntary, tiny jerk upwards.
"fuck," he breathed, lips going to connect back onto your sopping cunt, tongue more brutual than before as it enters your gasping hole, making you moan around his cock, sending vibrations and closing your legs against his head, practically choking him.
yet, he doubled his efforts, the taste of you sweet and addicting on his tongue, as his fingers go to furiously rub your clit. making your legs thrash against his head, tears falling down your cheeks as you tried you best to suck his cock.
sound squelching filled the room from the both of you, as your nose hit the base of his cock, nose hairs tickling his pubic hair softly.
sunoo's hips thrusted up in your lips as he ate you out, the sensation making his mind short-circuit. the grip he had on your hips leaving a small purple mark as he anchored himself against you.
this was more addicting than any type of weed. his tongue flattened against a spot that made your back arch and stomach coil. your lips moaning against his tip, as precum leaked into your mouth. sounds of approvals vibrating against you as his fingers never stopped.
sunoo's eyes, heavy, peered open to watch you, yet all he could see was the glisten of your slick against his face, your pussy lips twitching and red, as he abused your clit. moans and groans escaping his own lips as he felt his stomach tighten.
"suβsunoo," you muffled out, feeling your orgasm building up in your stomach. walls clenching against his tongue as a last warning.
"just cum on my face, baby," he rasped out, hips bucking faster against your face to match your orgasm. "fucking cum."
and with his words, your back arched, lips popping off his cock, leaving a string of saliva connecting the two of you as you practically sat on his face, suffocating him as you came. slick squirting down his throat and all over his chin. yet his tongue never stopped, fucking and sucking you as if you were his oxygen.
"just like that," he mumbled, slapping your ass softly, allowing the red mark to bloom.
you whined and moaned, face planted into his thigh, before weakly wrapping around the head of his cock again, leaving kitten licks, slowly meeting the half way mark.
"look at you," he rasped, voice wrecked as he tried to lick the slick away from your pussy lips, as you twitched, over sensitive. "fuckin' perfect, taking me so good."
you jumped, ass shaking in his face slightly, earning a small bite against your clit to make you cry. his thrusts against your lips brutal.
"take it," he groaned between a thrust, "fucking take it." he mumbled, cumming into your mouth after three more thrusts. the hot seed rushing down your throat as your eyes fogged up, tears rolling down onto his thigh, trying to take every last drop.
you could feel him soften around your lips, as you pull out. ass still near his face, slicked and dripping from cum.
"shit, you're too pretty. should smoke more, yeah? maybe stick a blunt in that pretty hole of yours." he groaned, rubbing a finger up and down your gasping hole.
"you'd love that, wouldn't you? me using you like you're just a fucking toy."
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