a daddy who uses you as entertainment for his friends by always making you wear exposing clothing or teases your sensitive puppy parts just so his friends can see how wet you get from his touch only
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a daddy who uses you as entertainment for his friends by always making you wear exposing clothing or teases your sensitive puppy parts just so his friends can see how wet you get from his touch only
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The best thing I ever did was teach you that there’s no difference between you cumming and me cumming. It took a while. Lots of repetition. Lots of edging you right up to the line and then finishing on you instead, then whispering good job right at the moment you’d normally hear yourself moan. Letting you feel my cum dripping down your skin while your brain was still expecting its own orgasm. Over and over until the wires just quietly crossed and your body stopped being able to tell the difference.
So now when you’re desperate and shaking and you beg me to cum, I just spit in my palm and wrap my hand around my cock. And you don’t even flinch. You don’t correct me. Your eyes get heavy and your breathing changes and you watch me squeeze the base and stroke up, slow, dragging the skin tight, letting the head swell between my fingers. You watch the pre-cum bead up and spill over my knuckles and your mouth falls open a little like you can taste it. Because somewhere in that pretty rewired head of yours, this is what cumming feels like now. Watching me get myself off while you soak through the sheets next to me.
And I’m in no rush. I’ll let go entirely just to watch my cock twitch and throb on its own while you whimper like something was taken from you. Then grip it again, tighter, faster, fucking my own fist while you lie there clenching with your hips rocking in rhythm with my hand. Your body trying to sync up with what your brain says is happening to you. I can hear how wet you are every time you squeeze your thighs together. You don’t even register it. You’re too focused on my cock. On the way my stomach tenses when I’m getting close. On the way my breathing gets ragged and my grip gets sloppy and I stop performing for you and just start chasing it.
When I cum you feel it everywhere. Your whole body loosens up. I’m spilling over my hand, onto your thighs, across your stomach, and you arch into it like it’s warmth you earned. You close your eyes. You curl into me. You say thank you. Meanwhile your pussy is still swollen and untouched. It has been this whole time. But your brain marked it as done. You got what you needed. You begged to cum. You watched me cum. You came. You’re sure of it.
Okay, okay, hear me out
(Smut)
Subtop cock drunk Robby
Hear me out!
Dombottom Jack
Hear me out
Robby just wants to please Jack, in any way he can, wants to be good for him, wants to make him feel good, all of it.
But he is just a man. A man with a prolific oral fixation. And how could Jack say no when Michael begs so pretty to eat him out?
Robby very quickly loses focus on anything that isn’t Jack, just whining into him, sucking and licking and moaning against him, he just can’t help it.
He’s hard, achingly so, but he doesn’t care, can barely feel it, not while Jack’s hand is in his hair, scratching his scalp, the nape of his neck, tugging the hair on the back of his head.
Michael is exactly where he wants to be, on his knees for his dom, whining around his dick with no thoughts in his head.
He doesn’t stop when Jack cums, continuing to lap at him like a desperate puppy, swallowing around him and whimpering and gripping at his thighs, not until Jack is pulling him away by his hair.
His eyes are blown wide and glassy, panting as he meets Jack’s gaze. “Such a good boy, hm? Just a desperate dog.”
Robby moans, eyes fluttering closed, hips jerking frantically.
“Did you just cum?” Michael just whimpered, still clutching at Jack’s thighs, breathing erratic. “Good dog.” He groaned out.
“Thank you, sir,” Robby panted, voice hoarse.
Eren is cock drunk
pairing - Eren x fem!Reader
Rating: mature (18+)
Content/Trigger Warnings: smut
The air in the room hung thick, heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, a primal musk that clung to every breath. The two you have been going at it rabbits. Eren couldn't get enough of you. The way your cunt shaped his cock. The way your pussy swallowed his cock. He loved it. His green eyes burned with a feral hunger, locked onto you like you were the only thing tethering him to sanity.
"Eren please!" you whimpered. You were gripping Eren's bed for dear life. Your legs were shaking and your body was warm.
" C'mon baby you can take it." Eren's fingers dipped in the fat of your thighs as he held a tight grip on your legs to keep you from escaping his trap. Eren loomed over you, his broad shoulders glistening with a sheen of perspiration, dark brown hair plastered messily across his forehead.
His cock was constantly hitting your g spot making you feel shivers down your spine. '"Fuuuck- feel so good baby." A thick, creamy white ribbon coiled tightly around the base of his throbbing cock, glistening under the dim light. Eren watched the faces you made as he thrusted harder. Your fingers had become instruments of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
"Fuck," he growled, voice rough and low, scraping against the silence like gravel. "You're unreal, you know that?" His calloused hands gripped your neck with his other dangerously close to your soaked pussy. His cock was digging into your soft walls as he spread you wider.
His movements were raw, needy, like a man possessed. He shifted his hips, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance again, slick with your juices and his own cum from the last round. "Look at you-taking me so fucking good. This cunt's mine, yeah?"
The bed creaked beneath his weight as he leaned in, one hand sliding up to brace himself against the headboard, wood groaning under his grip. His other hand stayed on you, tracing the curve of your hip before slipping down to rub slow, deliberate circles over your swollen clit. He watched your reaction with a smirk, lips curling as he drank in every twitch, every shudder. "Can't get enough of this," he muttered, almost to himself, his thumb pressing harder, coaxing out a fresh gush of wetness that made his cock twitch in response. "So fucking wet for me-shit, you're perfect."
i luvvv watching other girls go dumb for cock wishing i was them choking on that cock n letting my thinkies drool away
getting so so tipsy & high so you can take advantage of me ^_^
Being cock drunk is REAL and it CAN happen and I REALLY REALLY THOUGHT it was just a cute little idea like lol what if taking dick could make you totally stupid and forget everything you know OTHER than dick. But no it's very very real and makes you say very very depraved shit