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indie smut rp / selective / mun+35 / english is my second language
muses for now:
Nick Harris (Alexander Skarsgård) - CEO / dad
Boris Sergei (Connor Storrie) - Model
Tom Smith (Noah Wyle) - Lawyer
Steven Wilder (Jack Innanen) - Hippie /Bartender
wanted plots | wanted opposites | starters
It was hookups like this that made Wells' ego soar. "Holy shit look at you," he laughs placing his hands on the other man's head pushing his fingers into his hair. The moment he felt Boris' mouth around his cock though he inhaled sharply before groaning in delight. "That's it, take that dick show me how bad you want it. It's all for you right now handsome."
Boris hummed softly, his mouth taking as much as he could from Wells' cock. He started bobbing his head, glad he was taking almost all of the handsome male's cock, while his own was leaking. He moved his hand and took a hold of his cock, stroking slowly as he kept sucking Wells'. He pulled away for an instant, the pop sound loud between their moans and he whispered "Fuck you are huge" he smiled, saliva dripping down his mouth, his blue eyes fixed on the other.
"You like me bossy, don't deny it." Owen mused, his eyes fluttering shut as Boris' tongue trailed up his manhood, his grip only tightening in his lover's hair. "This ass belongs to you." He reminded, spreading his legs wider, raising his knees up towards his chest, all to give Boris easier access to his hole. "So eat me out like you own it."
Boris let out a laugh as his tongue darted out and licked the handsome male's entrance. "Mmmh" he hummed and finally, he started eating out Owen, his big hands keeping the male still.
He knew he didn't need to do much, Owen was still open from their night activities. But he did it the same, his tongue and fingers working inside Owen as he was hungry for the dark haired male.
A little smile tugged at Owen's lips at Boris' admission. "You better not." He teased, a pretty pink flush spreading across his freckled cheeks, as his fingers slipped through the other man's curls. "I want it inside me." Feeling his cock twitch to life between them, he held Boris' gaze with a playful grin. "I'm hearing a lot of talk right now, how about you prove it?"
Boris grinned "Oh, now you are getting bossy?" he said and nuzzled on Owen's thighs taking his scent and smiling, teasing the other as he licked the handsome male's cock from the base to the tip, never tearing his eyes away from those beautiful dark eyes.
One of his hands found Owen's ass and squeezed it "Your ass is so perfect" he whispered and moved his head so he was now inches away from the man's hole.
"Right to it huh," Wells smirked watching as the other sits down already touching himself. "That's what you want huh?" He keeps his eyes on Boris as he slowly removes his clothes. Once he's naked he reaches to stroke himself enjoying the sight of Boris's body. "How about you get on your knees and take it then."
Boris had never been shy about his body, less alone about what he wanted, and right now he wanted Wells. He watched the other remove his clothes, even when Wells was fast, it felt like an eternity, and Boris knew his pupils were dilated and he was almost drooling at the sight of the other naked body.
He didn't wait, he got on his knees and hid his face between Wells' thighs, inhaling deeply, the smell of the other skin, sweat and perfume making his cock even harded. He hummed softly and smiled up to the other, taking the head in between his lips, his mouth stretching wide to take him as much as he could.
"I want you to manhandle me, fold me in half, and shove your fat fucking cock in me." Owen requested, his voice low and soft, all but purring the words as he made a show out of spreading his muscular thighs open; his skin still glistening from their shower as he put himself on display. "Then I want you to hold me down, and remind me who I belong to." He reached his hands out towards Boris, inviting him in, tangling his fingers into his damp curls. "Thank you can handle that?" He teased, figuring a challenge would get him exactly what he wanted.
Boris thought he was going to cum at the same moment Owen started to talk, that fucking purring voice was making his cock twitch, as he started saying all the things he wanted. "Fuck Owen, I'm trying my best to not cum right now" he smiled, leaning down and hiding his face in Owen's thighs. He hummed as his face was inches away from Owen's cock, and he grinned, those powerful thighs could crush him, but he didn't mind, part of him really wanted it. "I will fuck you so hard you will forget how to walk for a week" he smirked and looked up at the handsome male.
Olivia’s breath hitched, her pulse racing as she watched him. She felt heavy, her body transformed by the pregnancy into something plush and achingly sensitive. Her breasts, fuller and heavier than ever before, felt tight, the skin taut and warm as she shifted her weight.
With a shaky sigh, she slid off the edge of the bed and moved to straddle him. Her movements were slow, burdened by the beautiful, prominent swell of her belly, which pressed softly against his stomach as she lowered herself. She felt him pulsing against the underside of her belly, and as she began to lower herself onto him, she couldn't help but gasp.
She took him in slowly, inch by excruciating inch, her eyes fluttering shut as he filled her completely. A deep, guttural moan tore from her throat, raw and unrestrained, vibrating through the quiet room. Her breasts swayed with her rhythm, the weight of them heavy and sensitive, aching for his touch. She gripped his shoulders, her knuckles white, bracing herself as she rocked down, taking all of him inside. The sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that made her head loll back, her moan deepening into a breathless, shaky sound of surrender as she became one with him.
Boris watched Olivia moved towards him, she was incredibly beautiful, she moved slowly, her belly big with their baby and her breasts bouncing towards him and he simply wanted to devour her. He wanted to lay between those enormous breasts and never move again, he wanted to lick and suck her, he wanted to taste her skin, her milk, her essence.
As his beautiful girlfriend reached him, he could feel his cock already leaking in anticipation, it almost hurt at how hard he was and he took a deep breath when Olivia positioned herself on top of him. He helped her do it, his hands on her hips, trying to aliviate her a little bit.
"Fuck Ol" he whispered as she took him, so so slowly. She started moving very slow, getting used to him even when they had done this numerous times, he still was huge inside of her. "You feel so good, baby" he whispered softly as his hands found her ample breasts.
open to: m/nb (tops) - (both mutuals and non-mutuals welcome)
muse: owen west / 25 / professional swimmer
possible connection(s): boyfriend, partner, fwb, best-friends with benefits, roommate, teammate, coach, anything that fits
"After riding the ever-loving shit out of you last night, I think I've earned the right to be a pillow princess for a change, don't you?" Owen teased, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he lounged back against the plush duvet. "I've been too good to you lately, now it's time for you to be good to me."
Boris raised a perfect eyebrow and chuckled, Owen was telling the truth, he had been amazing the night before, they had done a lot of things, old and new and they had been exhausted afterwards.
"Oh, really?" he asked, mischief also in his eyes as he crawled towards the handsome male, both of them completely naked and still wet from the shower. "Mmmmh, what do you want? I might be able to comply" Boris smiled his always perfect smile.
"Ha, ha ha," Wells replied with a sarcastic laugh before pinching at the other's nipple. At first his initial reflex was to push Boris' hand away from his crotch. Instead he swallowed, pushing away his fears willing himself to give in. "I do," he admits with a nod running his hand down the other man's toned stomach stopping just before his hip. "Yeah I wanna press you down into the mattress and watch that big ass of yours take my cock. Sound good to you?"
Boris could tell Wells was getting used to him, he was touchy feely by nature and sometimes he couldn't help himself. He hummed when the handsome male touched his stomach, because the warmth in Wells' hands were doing wonders to his cock.
"Sounds like a plan" he whispered and licked his lips. He sat on the edge of the bed and started jerking off. "I want to suck you off so bad" he almost whimpered.
Olivia let out a sharp, hitching moan that seemed to vibrate through her entire frame, her head falling back against the headboard as Boris’s touch sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight to her core. Her breath came in ragged, shallow gasps, her heavy, swollen breasts rising and falling with the intensity of her arousal. The skin of her chest felt taut and sensitive, the weight of her curves becoming nearly unbearable as they pressed heavily against her skin, making her feel even more exposed and vulnerable in the best possible way.
With her belly rounded and firm, she shifted, spreading her legs wide to give him complete access to her slick, aching center. She felt needy and overflowing with desire, her body humming with a frantic, desperate energy that only he could satisfy.
The ache in her loins was becoming an obsession, a throbbing demand for something more substantial than just his touch. “Please,” she whimpered, her voice thick and breathless, her gaze locked onto his with raw, unadulterated yearning. She tugged him closer, wanting to feel his weight against her, wanting to be filled by him. "Don't stop, Boris, please — just fuck me. I need you right now, I need you so bad." Every nerve ending screamed for the release only he could provide, and she braced herself, desperate for him to finally claim her.
There was something so incredibly sexy about having Olivia spread and willing, she had always been, but having her at his mercy felt incredible for Boris, the way she surrendered to him, all round edges and ready. "I know baby, I know" he whispered softly as he pulled away from her and removed his pants.
He took her hand in his and smiled, kissing it softly. He crawled onto the bed, his huge cock erect and leaking, "Come here baby, it's yours to take" he licked his lips at her, watching her between his eyelashes and stroking his cock lazily.
Olivia’s breath hitched, her lungs struggling to find air as Boris’s lips worked wonders against her sensitive, swollen nipples. Everything about her felt heavy and achingly raw, her body pulsing with a maternal urgency that made every touch feel like an electric shock.. As his tongue glided over her, lapping at the sudden bead of pearlescent milk that escaped her, a needy whine vibrated deep within her throat.
Trembling, she reached for his belt, her fingers clumsy and frantic as she fumbled with the zipper. When it finally gave way, the sound of the metal sliding down seemed deafening in the sudden stillness of the room. She shifted, her growing belly pressing against him, and she let out a long, ragged moan of pure surrender.
She arched into him, her hands tangling into his hair to pull him closer, desperate to ground herself. Every soft tug of his lips sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, making her feel heavy, exposed, and utterly consumed by the rhythm of his devotion. "She wasn't just a woman anymore; she was an anchor, a vessel, and in this moment, she was entirely, blissfully his. "I need you inside of me," she hummed.
Boris almost growled when Olivia's hands went to his belt. His jeans fell onto the floor and his cock sprung free, hard and ready for her. "You need me so bad, don't you?" He whispered as his fingers found her pussy. "You are so beautiful and sexy" he kept saying as his fingers moved in her body.
He pulled out his fingers and licked them clean. "You taste so good, mommy love" he smiled.
Olivia let out a soft, breathless hum as the kiss deepened, her fingers immediately seeking the solid, warm expanse of his chest. The pillow slid forgotten to the floor, replaced by the much more welcome reality of Boris’s heavy, muscular frame looming over her. Even with the extra weight of the baby pressing against her abdomen, she felt a familiar, electric surge of desire that made her skin prickle.
She shifted slightly, her heavy, swollen chest rising and falling with her rapid breaths. Her breasts felt impossibly full and tender, aching with a tightness that made her sensitive nipples throb against the thin fabric of her camisole. They felt like they belonged to someone else entirely, yet under Boris’s intense, worshipful gaze, she felt nothing but a delicious, heavy pride. She loved the way his eyes tracked the curve of her body, lingering on the weight of her cleavage as if he were memorizing every inch of her changing form.
A low, throaty laugh escaped her as she pulled back just an inch, her hands sliding up to trace the edges of the ink on his skin. "That pillow was just a placeholder," she purred, her voice dropping to a husky, mischievous register. She arched her back, intentionally leaning into him so that her full, sensitive breasts grazed his chest, wanting him to feel the heat radiating from them. "But I think I’d much rather have the real thing. Don't keep me waiting, Boris. I’m already so ready for you."
Boris laughed, he almost purred when Olivia traced his tattoo and let his own hands find her full breasts "Mmmmh, mommy is really impatient right now" he whispered and started placing kisses in Olivia's neck, his tongue sliding down her skin as he pulled up her night dress, revealing her silky white skin and her big breasts, so ready to feed their baby, so ready to give life.
"how much you want me, mommy?" he said to Olivia as his fingers grazed her nipples, kissing them softly and sucking onto them. he had a fixation with her breasts and her milk, now being able to get a drop of the white liquid.
His hand went to his cock, he was still wearing his jeans, but he could feel his dick leaking into his underwear, his girlfriend's beauty too much for him.
Olivia froze, the rhythmic friction against the plush pillow coming to an abrupt, breathless halt. Her face, flushed a deep, heated rose, turned toward the doorway, her heart hammering against her ribs. When she saw Boris leaning casually against the frame, his presence filling the room with an easy, magnetic masculinity, the shame she expected to feel was instantly eclipsed by a sharp, demanding jolt of desire.
She let the pillow drop to the mattress, her chest heaving as she adjusted her posture. Her pregnancy had transformed her body in ways that felt both overwhelming and intoxicating; her belly was a firm, heavy globe that pulled at her skin, but it was the startling, heavy ache in her breasts that commanded the most attention. They felt massive and impossibly sensitive, the skin stretched tight and taut, straining against the thin fabric of her maternity camisole. Every movement made them feel heavy and full, aching with a dull, thrumming heat that only intensified when Boris’s eyes locked onto her.
A slow, mischievous smile spread across her lips as she ignored the awkwardness of the situation entirely. Her hunger for the sweet snacks he’d just purchased was nothing compared to the frantic, hormonal ache radiating through her core. She shifted, her legs parting slightly as she moved to the edge of the bed, her breath hitching as her heavy, swollen breasts shifted with the movement.
"You have no idea," she murmured, her voice dropping an octave, thick with the lingering remnants of the pleasure he’d just interrupted. "But why don't you come and test that theory," she murmured.
He couldn't stop staring at Olivia, she was carrying their baby and she looked so fucking hot, making him almost weak in the knees as he wanted to take her hard, like he had always done when they felt kinky enough to do it, but at the same time, Boris wanted to lean and bow onto her presence.
His big muscular body and cock twitched when she smiled that michevious smile she always wore when she was planning naughty things between them. "Do you want me baby? But you seemed so happy with the pillow" he pouted, his blue eyes sparkling.
He took a step towards Olivia and took off his shirt, his lion tattoo on display because he knew his girlfriend found it very sexy. He leaned down and captured her red lips in a filthy kiss, their tongues finding each other. "You are so beautiful" he whispered.
Olivia let out a sharp, involuntary gasp, her head falling back as she braced herself against Tom’s shoulders. The sensation of him filling her was overwhelming, a stark, forbidden contrast to the domestic life she was currently tethered to. Her belly, round and taut with the child that wasn't his, pressed firmly against his torso, creating a heavy, intimate friction that made her breath hitch.
She felt heavy in the best way possible. Her breasts, already full and sensitive, felt strained against the thin fabric of her blouse, which she hadn't bothered to fully unbutton. As she began to move, slowly lifting her hips and sinking back down onto him, they swayed with a rhythmic, heavy pendulum motion that she could feel tugging at her skin.
"God, Tom…" she moaned, her voice thick with the heat of the moment.
She felt every inch of him, her body molding around him as if they were perfectly calibrated, and as the pleasure began to coil tightly in her belly, she couldn't stop the soft, guttural moans that spilled into the quiet office space. She was completely lost in the rhythm, her heavy chest swaying in time with their desperate, frantic pace.
He gulped as she started moving, it was slow at first, their bodies getting used to each other, but it felt so fucking good. He was finally fucking the woman he had wanted for years almost, since they had met and her red head had caught his attention in a meeting room.
"Finally, fuck" he whispered softly, mostly to him but he knew she could hear him as she started her own rhythm, the sounds she was making was making his cock twitch inside of her.
His hands found one of her large breasts, squeezing softly and smiling as they picked up the pace. "Keep doing that Liv, let them hear" he whispered in her ear.
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Olivia shifted, her heavy belly a warm, round weight against the mattress. The soft, plump pillow wedged between her thighs was doing its job beautifully, offering a compliant, velvety friction that slowly began to chase away the persistent ache of pregnancy. Her breasts, swollen and tender, throbbed with a familiar fullness, each pulse echoing the rhythm of her own building desire. A tiny bead of milk, clear and precious, escaped one nipple, tracing a path down her pale skin, a silent testament to the life growing within her and the primal urges it awakened.
She pressed her hips into the yielding softness, grinding gently, finding angles that brought a flush to her skin. Her breath hitched, shallow and quick, as a wave of pleasure curled through her, a sweet counterpoint to the persistent discomfort in her lower back. The room was quiet, save for the whisper of her own skin against the sheets and the accelerating beat of her heart. She arched her back slightly, her head falling back against the headboard, a low moan escaping her lips as the sensation intensified, spiraling upwards, threatening to unravel her completely.
Boris had been at the grocery shop. Between Olivia cravings and his own, because he was having them too, to Olivia's delight, they had ran out of vegetables, fruits and snacks like chocolates and icecream. The trip home was fast and he made it to their house in half an hour, smiling as he picked up the bags and tried to open the door, which had been a very difficult task but he had finally done it. He placed everything in the counter and looked for his girlfriend. He had left Olivia about to take a bath, so he made it to the room only to find her humping a pillow, a blissful look in her face as she tried to reach her orgasm.
"Somebody would say you don't need me at all" he joked as he leaned on the door and smiled at the beautiful woman, crossing his arms, his big muscles on display as he raised an eyebrow.
