some any-insert drabbles <3
being out with my boyfriend is so fun!
he dresses me up in his favorite skirt of mine and a crop-top that shows just the bottom of my tits, funnels alcohol into me until i’m so drunk that i don’t even care how slutty i look while i grind on him and dance around with my boobs bouncing.
his friends shoot him sideways glances as they watch me desperately cling to him, giggling. they always wonder why he lets me get so fucked up, when he knows they get hard watching us kiss and him groping my scantily-clad body.
despite the lack of sense that i make, he’s complimenting me, calling me cute and whispering in my ear about all the dirty things he’s gonna do to me when nobody is watching. he’s petting my head and holding me as i sit on his lap, babbling about how good the song is.
he’s still making jokes with his friends, whom are sitting next to us at the bar. they’re trying to avoid looking at me, still sitting in his lap, but grinding slightly like a needy dog. any time a man makes eye contact with me or him, he tightens his grip on my waist, silently saying, “mine.”
he looks down at me, still rubbing my clit on his thigh through my underwear and over his pants. he chuckles like he’s laughing at a cute puppy chasing its own tail. he can tell that my brain is getting all fuzzy, and my social battery is drained, when i fist my hands in his shirt and put my face on his chest.
“let’s go home, hm?” he says and i nod my head dumbly.
saying bye to his friends, he holds me close to him as my legs wobble as we walk out.
as he drives us home, he’s teasing me occasionally and ghosting his thumb over my clit through my underwear. he smiles and says, “so sensitive for me, aren’t you baby?” when i instinctively spread my legs and whimper.
when we walk through the doorway of our apartment, he’s grabbing me by my ass and pulling me towards him, both hands resting under the curves of my cheeks. we kiss, and he makes me suck on his tongue and choke a little when he pushes it deep into my mouth.
we stumble to the couch, “can’t wait,” he says into my ear, “you’ve been making me hard all night, my needy girly.”
he pushes me down on my back and looms over me, staring at my body darkly. he leans forward to kiss and suck on my boobs, looking into my eyes when i let out a breathy moan.
“alcohol always makes you even more sensitive, doesn’t it?”
too caught up in the moment, i don’t reply, just moaning from the way he gropes my breasts.
he slaps me across the face, hard.
“i was talking to you. answer me, don’t be a bad girl.” he commands.
“m-mhm!” i say. he laughs in response, knowing that i’m too inebriated to think properly.
he turns his attention to my pussy, dining on his favorite meal. he lets his teeth graze my clit, the friction makes me arch my back, but he uses his hands to keep me still.
“be still, i’m not done yet.” he tells me.
he kisses the outside, inserting two of his fingers in and licking and nipping at my clit. i’m whining for him, and hes using his spare hand to rub my thigh lovingly.
when i orgasm, he’s holding me open and shoving his tongue as deep as it can go, licking at my insides, making me writhe. he keeps going even after i’ve rode my high, making me twitch and try to push his head back from the overstimulation.
pulling away, he sees my eyelids get heavy as my breathing slows down.
“c’mon puppy, you still have to take me.”
as he pulls down his underwear and his pants, the sight of his cock shocks some energy into me. the way his tip is swollen makes me crave him inside, and the veins make me imagine how good they’d feel rubbing along my walls.
i spread my legs wide for him, holding them up with my hands.
“mm… please, pleaseee..” i beg him.
“please what? spit it out, baby.”
“want… want your cock, please. i… need it inside… make me feel good, please, my love?”
he kisses my forehead as he slides it all the way in, giving me just a few moments to adjust to his thickness before he starts thrusting, hard.
my boobs are bouncing from how fast he’s bucking into me, and the way his tip hits the spongy spot inside makes me moan his name repeatedly.
“i’ve got you, pup. don’t worry. i’m gonna make your pussy feel so fuckin’ good.” he tells me, groaning into my ear with every thrust.
as i get closer, so does he, the twitching and slickness from my previous orgasm making the feeling of being inside all that much better.
“i’m gonna cum, fuck…”
when he spills inside, i’m whimpering and half-sobbing from the stimulation, feeling his hot, warm load fill me. he rubs my stomach, kisses my cheek.
“good girl, you took it so well.”
