I keep seeing under the mistletoe posts which is great and all but what if i fucked you next to the christmas tree? Cw: breeding, degradation, there is some softer sappier stuff at the end (this is not my best work forgive me)
It’d start with silly photos and unwrapping gifts, and the next thing i know you’re straddling my lap and grinding against my bulge, kissing me with need and a surprising hunger. I’d grip you tight to me, pushing you onto your back, sweeping the gifts and wrapping paper away as I press down on top of you, your legs wrapped around me and still kissing you with fervor. My hands would be busy removing the bottom half of your cute lil outfit, then moving to pull my cock out of my boxers, hard and aching to fill you as full as possible. I wouldn’t even bother to take your panties off, i’d push them to the side and growl loudly as I bottom out inside of your cunt, calling you all sorts of names, mixed with praise, thrusting deep and hard inside of you immediately.
“What a pretty lil christmas present,” i’d growl, “a whore for me to use and fill however i please, just a perfect toy to fill over and over, is that what you want?” Whimpers, whines, and moans would be the only response.
I’d thrust faster, rocking my hips into yours a little more haphazardly than before. “What a fucking slut, you simply can’t waste an opportunity, can you? You knew I had one more present for you tonight, but you wanted it right now, in front of the tree?” I’d press your legs up over my shoulders, the new position allowing my cock to push even deeper, your whines turning into gasps and cries. The sound of your wet cunt and pretty noises would make my hips stutter, my grip on your legs tightening, leaving bruises.
“Fuck i’m so goddamn close, i’m gonna fill you so fucking full, your cunt’s gonna be dripping with cum.. i’ll fuck a baby into you, i don’t care sweetheart, this is what you wanted right? A big butch to just get you pregnant, fill you nice and full? God, fuck, take it you fucking slut,” i’d be panting and grunting, my hips going at full speed, slamming into you and pressing as deep as possible as I cum hard, painting the walls of your pussy with warm, thick cum.
My hips slow significantly, barely thrusting as I look down at you. Your face is flushed, your eyes almost glitter in the Christmas lights, and you’re so warm and soft around me… you giggle when you notice how I seem lost in you for a second. "Are we done already?" You squeak.
"Absolutely fucking not." I respond.
—THIS POST IS ABOUT LESBIAN SEX. MEN, MINORS, TERFS DNI.
