hugo cant stop staring at ur chest content | nsfw, afab!reader, bsf!hugo, jerking off, kinda cringy
hugo swears he’s a gentleman. well, simply, he’s never elicited any grandiose perversion. and also, he gave up swearing it because god. your tits drove him mad.
whenever he sees you in those tight, spaghetti-strap tank tops that pull taut around your chest. it was honestly funny how fast his dick would come to life in his pants. you’ll talk to him, so innocently, meanwhile he’s cataloging the colour of your bra based off the visible straps.
“—and then she said to me that he stood her up,” you finished saying whatever you were saying. it wasn’t like hugo was paying attention.
he was only thinking about the fact that he needed to jerk off. cause god, his dick was so hard it was hurting him.
so of course, when he got home, he’d do exactly that. his hand wrapping around his impatiently throbbing dick, head lolled back as soft whimpers escaped his mouth. he wished it was your hand. or the space between your tits. or your mouth.
merde . . .
his tip twitched, his core flexed abruptly, and he slightly hunched over as he came all over himself. because of you. and it shouldn’t be. god, the things he imagined whenever he jerked off to you — you’d undoubtedly hate him . . . probably. he briefly looked down at the mess he made on himself. his bottom lip jutted out slightly.
he should be cumming all over your tits instead.
the most stiffening thing is when he is over at your house. and you’re not even wearing a bra. he internally blushes. internally malfunctions. whether loose-fitting or tight-fitting, hugo knows whenever you’re not wearing a bra.
you guys would be on your couch, and hugo would be hugging a pillow on his lap that hid his pulsing erection. you’d be gesturing animatedly as you told some story, oblivious to hugo’s babbling heart (and tip). and with all the movements you were making, hugo’s pupils followed the slight jiggle of your chest. his lips made a tiny ‘o’ shape and his eyes went entirely vacant at the sight.
his thoughts blanked to a simple, repetitive boing, boing . . .
god. he needed to get himself together. think logically like he always does and not think with his dick. seriously, what the hell was wrong with him? you’re his friend.
but . . . boing, boing.
— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢
a//n i dont have tits but hugo seems like a tits guy and thats hot
you stirred slowly out of your sleep from wet, slick sounds pumping into your ears. you were laying on your stomach, having to straighten up and slightly look over your shoulder to see . . .
you tried blinking open your eyes more to clear your bleary vision, seeing rin’s figure hovering over top of your legs. and he was . . . you couldn’t yet make out what he was doing.
“hah. . . ah. . . mmnn. . .” rin shuddered mouse-quiet whimpers that accompanied the consistent wet sounds.
and now you figured it out.
“r—rin?” you whispered, your voice raspy with sleep.
rin immediately stilled, a tiny hiccup halting his desperate pants. his eyes, which were slightly wet from a flustered heat, widened slightly.
“you’re awake— i wasn—”
“are you jerking off on me?” you interrupted him.
“m’sorry,” he whimpered, tugging his pants up. “i—i was just— m’not trying to be weird i swear—”
you let your upper body once again collapse on the bed, feeling too exhausted to even stop him. or maybe it was the fact you were actually turned on at how pathetic he seemed right now.
“whatever,” you murmured into the pillow, already closing your eyes to try and go back to sleep. “just don’t wake me.”
rin let out a shaky exhale. he pulled his pants slightly down again — though a little hesitant. however, he was super horny. he couldn’t help but give in to the feeling. seeing your body laid out like this; in shorts that make rin struggle to look anywhere else and a tank top that you put far too much trust in — it made blood rush to his dick fast.
he leaned forward a bit, his arm stretching out to rest his hand on the mattress near your torso to steady himself. his free hand wrapped around his pulsing cock, pumping up and down at a fast pace.
in a desperate attempt for more sensation, he pressed his sticky and red tip into the cleft of your ass, a whining groan escaping his spit-glossed lips as he did so. he began rubbing himself against you, swallowing back his weak moans. the faster he got, the more he trembled. both from the overheating pleasure and the fear of waking you up again.
his panting got shallower as he neared his release. he sucked back on saliva that almost dripped from his parted messy lips as his pace slightly quickened again.
“g’nna. . . c—cu— a. . .ahh. . .” he whined, his dick beginning to shoot sticky, warm ropes of cum onto the fabric of your shorts.
his hand pumped along his base more as he kept splurting out more cum, his thighs shaking from the stimulation gradually getting more and more intense.
“mmmmnn. . .” he mumbled shakily, finally pulling his hand away and pulling his pants back up.
he slowly set himself back at your side, his face sweaty and flushed from his orgasm and the energy it took to stay quiet for you.
he just couldn’t have waited. waking up in the middle of the night, feeling restless from how horny he was — seeing your sleeping frame didn’t make anything better. so he had to give himself a release somehow!
“fuck yes,” he muffled, his lips smooshed against the slick flesh of your folds. “too long without you.”
your hair softly pulled at his tufts of fluffy black hair, aching for purchase. the knot that burrowed in your gut was overwhelming, making your cunt feel empty and pulsing.
and with his lips nuzzling along your folds right now? you were sure the sensation would make you unravel far too quick.
“rin,” you managed to breathe out as you felt his laboured breathing fan your pussy. your walls went in and out as more slick started dripping out of you.
“y’missed me,” he murmured against you, his head traveling to kiss your inner thigh. “hn?”
“s’much,” you trembled. “rin . . .”
“relax,” he pouted, his brows furrowing slightly. “can’t we have patience around here?” he muttered under his breath.
you leaned back, arching slightly into him in a desperate attempt to show your pulsing, engorged clit. you were utterly wrecked, having felt sweat trickling down your face.
fuck.
fuck—
“—ah! r—rin!” you gasp, having felt his tongue beginning to lap at your entrance.
your knees locked instantly, your thighs squeezing and ultimately smooshing against rin’s buried head. rin groaned, the vibrations of the sound along the planes of your squirming cunt.
his lips latched onto your gushing cunt, slightly slurping on your slick before he went back to gentle kitten licks.
then — the feeling of his tongue striping up along your entire pussy was what made your core flex.
your hand tightened in his hair, the sudden intensity making rin jolt.
“f-fuck,” he stammered, trying to catch his breath. “could you be more gentle?” he weakly scoffed.
“sorry,” you panted, slightly loosening your grip on his locks.
rin hummed in quiet appreciation before burying his mouth completely against your arousal again, sending another shiver down your spine.
his lips latched onto your previously ignored clit — which caused an abrupt and sudden spark of heat to start festering in your gut. your eyes blanked, your vision blurring as you neglected all other senses to focus on his lips sucking fervently on your clit.
“mmf— riiinn. . .” you heave, your hand in his hair dropping to grip the sheets near your torso for a sense of grounding.
his tongue dropped out again. saliva that had pooled in his mouth began dripping out, flowing onto your blooming pussy. the sounds of his slurp! and suck! filled your head, making you feel utterly dizzy.
“oh— god, rin,” you moan. “y’so good for me. y’so good.” your breathing was heavy, having become focused on the tightness of your chest.
rin pulled away, looking up at you with narrowed eyes and a slick-glossy chin and pair of lips. “y’liking this, mhm?”
“mhm,” you nod, already waiting for him to dip his head back down.
“lean back,” he murmured, more as a suggestion, his lips already pressed against your pulsing cunt. the low, guttural tone of voice was sending the most perfect vibrations along your pussy.
you followed his slick-inducing words, leaning back more on the bed and staring at the ceiling.
rin’s hands traveled up from your thighs to sprawl along your upper hips. his fingertips dug into the dip in your back, making you squirm in his grip.
with the hitching of your breath, rin tugged you more toward him, angling you differently so he had better access to your pussy.
you groaned, shutting your eyes as you felt the swirling of his tongue along your gushing cunt. your throat rumbled with endless noise — soft, quiet hums of complete bliss and arousal. your breathing was slightly shaky, making your voice stutter.
“r—rin— m’gonna cum,” you choke out, your eyes firmly shut and your eyebrows tensely together. your lips trembled, your cunt beginning to feel more and more sensitive every passing breath.
rin moved to begin suckling at your clit, making you sound out another gasp. your throat was aching with stifled moans and cusses as your orgasm edged on release. the greediness of his mouth kept sending quivering sparks up along your body —
. . . fuck.
“c—cummin. . .” you weakly breathed as your core flexed, your back arched, and your cunt began pulsing out clear white liquid.
the liquid dripped, smearing along rin’s face. he nuzzled his lips against your blushing, leaking pussy to savour the sensation of your orgasm.
“made you cum,” he whispered quietly against your wet, gummy flesh. his eyes glared up at you, heavy-lidded and . . .
slightly shy.
“y—you,” you tried catching your breath after riding out the last seconds of your orgasm.
you sit up slightly, leaning on your elbows as you looked at him with a clearer line of vision.
“. . . you’re good at that,” you mutter, voice rough from your moaning and groaning.
rin chewed on his inner cheek, his lust-drunk gaze averting to the left of you. his cheeks dusted softly with the warmest red.
“mhm,” he mumbled, sitting up on his knees, still in between your thighs.
sae walks in on u showering then fucks u content | smut, afab!reader, p in v, bsf!sae
sae’s had a crush on you for a while at this point. you didn’t know — he didn’t really know how to phrase it if he were to tell you. you guys were just friends . . . he didn’t want to ruin the friendship.
though, sometimes he gets the urge. like when you two are hanging out and you’re in a swaying, tiny skirt. god; he’d think to himself.
the most depraved thing he’s ever thought was how you looked naked. the outline of your body, nothing but your skin and curves. he’d be trying to fall asleep at night, but imagining how it’d feel to touch you would keep him frustratingly awake.
and you’d be right next to him during those moments, sleeping soundly. oblivious to how he was truly feeling about you. staying the night at one another’s was a common thing between you two — it’s not like there was any sexual feelings.
well, until there was.
because one time when you were over at his place, you did what you normally did. it was an early morning, and you were in the shower, washing off soap. you stepped out of the shower, grabbing the towel hanging off the hook.
did you not lock the door? no, your stupid self forgot.
you only realized that, though, when sae abruptly walked in.
“gah! sae!” you immediately heated up, your voice a shrill shriek. you panicked, covering your body with your towel sheepishly.
but sae already saw. he saw your naked body.
you loudly scoffed at his audacity when he didn’t move. for many, humiliating seconds. “get. out. sae!”
his mouth twitched. “we need to talk.”
your cheeks burned. this was the most devastating situation you could’ve been in. your chest heaved at an intense rate.
“ah— sae!” you muffle, your cheek smooshed against the bed.
his hand firmly held your head down, his fingers tangled in your hair. you were still naked, still freshly out of the shower. you heard the undoing of his pants, making a strange coiling feeling spark in your gut. your pussy was already slick with your own arousal, making you look like a sopping, wet mess.
“i’ve been wanting to do this,” he murmured, beginning to line the tip of him to your hole. “for a while,” he whispered.
you gasped when you felt him push deep into you. you could feel the pulsing of his cock burn into the walls of your pussy. more heat pooled into your gut. fuck — your best friend was inside of you right now.
“sae—” you moan, your thighs tensing up.
he removed his grip on your head, moving to grab hold of your hips. immediately, he pulled you even more flush against him. his sweaty skin met the slippery skin of your ass with each heavy thrust he made.
“god,” he groaned approvingly. his hands gripped you even tighter. “y’so hot.”
“mmmf. . . fuck,” you sputter, your mind spinning.
the wet sounds of your skin hitting his was all that you could hear in your ringing ears, alongside his quiet groans.
“c’mon,” he whispered. the low, hushed tone of his voice made your pussy squeeze around him erratically. from it, he let out a guttural groan, throwing his head back. “fuck. you like this?”
your hands gripped the sheets for support. your ass was high in the air, probably bruising from the sheer force of his hips hitting you with each time he pushed inside.
“i—i . . .” you trail off, your vision white-spotting as he angled himself differently, hitting a spot that made your body entirely unravel.
fuck.
his cock fervently pushed at your cervix, making both of you let out loud moans. you nuzzle your face more into the sheets, feeling the knot in your lower stomach begin to unravel.
your breathing sped up at the same time his did. your skin feverishly burned up at the same time his did.
and your orgasm crashed onto you the same time his did. your cunt began pulsing and oozing with cum as his cock began shooting cum into you.
“shit,” he sucked in air, his core flexed. his pace slowed slightly as he rode out his orgasm, completely entranced at the feeling of your beating pussy.
“fuck, sae,” you heave, practically gurgling on your own drooling saliva.
he pulled out, his breath shallow and his skin sweaty. his heavy eyes reverently traced the outline of your naked body. he got what he wanted.
he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “i think i have a crush on you.”
lohen wants u to choke him content | nsfw, fem!reader, pet name used lit once, estab relationship, masochism, short drabble
“c’mon bunny, don’t be shy,” he cooed. “just imagine i’m a big, scary monster.”
lohen hovered on top of you, his face and body inches from yours. with every sigh of mockery he made, you shuddered from the intensity.
“i—i’m not gonna do that,” you rasped quietly. “choking? lohen, you’re—”
you cut yourself off. of course lohen was crazy. you had no right to act shocked.
he chuckled. every sound he made only felt like a shivering taunt. it’d make your heart bristle every single time.
with those fogged, dazed, red eyes, he stared right into you as he said, “are you scared you’ll hurt me? hah, i’m flattered.”
before you can say anything — process anything, he flipped the two of you in a secure yet winding whirl, making you now nestled on his hips, looking down at him where he was flat on his back.
his cold hands slowly, clinically rubbed up and down along your hips. as if you were just a delicate little thing. a delicate little thing that he just asked to choke him.
“do it,” he said, his voice hoarse and expectant.
you took a deep breath. looking into those bumbling, big, red eyes of his, you couldn’t bring yourself to deny any of his requests. especially when you were on top of him, feeling the faint twitching of his cock beneath you.
your hands found his torso, feeling the outline of him as they languidly traced their way to his neck. and then, once your hands gripped him firmly, and you noticed an excited flare in lohen’s eyes;
ack!
the intense, mind-numbing pressure of your fingertips disturbing his larynx caused lohen to make incessant, curdling sputtering sounds. he slightly jolted himself more flush against you, causing your breath to hitch. you softened your grip for a mere moment.
lohen coughed raggedly. “what’s wrong?” he heaved. “don’t worry, i’m enjoying it,” he purred.
you didn’t need him to say it to know that he was enjoying it. as you squeezed the flesh of him once more, you could feel his dick stirring to life in his pants. and his bulge pressed warmly against your dampened underwear.
u hate kaiser but he fucks u so good content | smut, degradation, doggy, fem!reader, rough pen
kaiser was an asshole.
but right now, his dick was stretching you out so perfectly. like it was designed for it to. everytime he thrusted into you, you could feel his tip pang at your cervix. and it made your eyes roll to the back of your head because — fuck, he was so good at fucking you.
it’d end up like this everytime. he’d disregard your feelings, make everything about himself, get all shouty. you’d tell him to leave you alone, to never see you again.
but he’d give you that look. where his blue eyes became cloudy, his eyebrows tensed, his bottom lip slightly jutting out. that stupid, unraveling pout of his. it got you every time.
“fuck! micha— s’rough!” you squeal.
immediately, his large hand grabbed your head from behind, shoving your face more into the sheets. your breathing panicked as you felt the lack of air traveling to your lungs alongside the sweaty, sticky skin-to-skin contact that made you bristle.
“this pussy needs some good dick, dunit?” he rasped.
“mmmmnnh—” you groan into the sheets. you were sure that when you inevitably lifted your face, there’d be a puddle of drool.
his pace quickened. pushing inside of you became too much for him, and on the sweat-slicked sheets of the bed, his balance faltered slightly. you whimpered, feeling the pounding of his cock hit a new angle inside of you.
“schieße,” he choked out under his breath. “so fucking wet. thought i pissed you off? hn?”
“you—” you cried out, tears smearing all over your face. the fucker still had his hand gripping your head, keeping your face pressed into the mattress. “—y’do,” you sputtered into the fabric.
“do i?”
for a moment, his rhythm slowed. but that was only so he could fully drive into you, making you let out another muffled, cracking squeal. the stimulation — it hurt — but fuck, you loved how it hurt so much. your legs were quivering. your pussy felt like it was going to split apart. ‘cause shit, he was really fucking big.
“y’gonna cum?” he heaved, his legs slightly shaking. his free hand moved to press painfully into your hip. “—god. i’m gonna cum. fuck.”
kaiser groaned loudly, his pace not letting up. your back arched even deeper, letting his restless dick pump against your cervix at an even more intense level.
“yeah,” he moaned in appreciation, his hand moving from your hip to your ass. he let his head fall back, his adams apple bobbing with each sharp, ragged gulp he took. “gonn . . . gonna make me . . .” his words trembled.
he slightly readjusted his hips, giving himself more stability on the slippery sheets as he fucked you to chase his own orgasm. and fuck did he orgasm.
his cum gushed inside of you, his pace not relenting as he rode out his climax. the feeling of him stuffing you made your pussy clench, your own orgasm hitting you harder than any you’ve had before. your breathing turned into broken, muffled sniffles as he kept thrusting into your sensitive and soppy, gushing cunt.
“cumming all over my dick,” he heaved as he finally pulled out. he leaned in, whispering into your ear, “you’re such a slut. always coming back just to get fucked by me.”
he took his hand off your head, allowing you to freely lift yourself up.
but you couldn’t. instead, you sunk more into the mattress, your legs still twitching slightly from the aftershocks of his cock stuffing you whole.
pinch!
fuck, you immediately jolted, propping yourself on your forearms as you turned to look up at kaiser. the bastard just pinched you. but . . . shit, he fucked you completely senseless. resting your weight on your forearms was already enough to make you completely give out.
“gonna keep on doing this,” he grinned darkly. “love seeing that cock-drunk look on y’face. so fucking sexy.”
you breathed shakily, sinking back into the mattress. fuck. he was so right. you were cock-drunk.
sae luvs being a tease content | nsfw, afab!reader, bf!sae, sae a whore wow
aw, are you mad at sae again? giving him the silent treatment because he made another mean quip at you?
well now he’s walking around the kitchen with no shirt on. his sweatpants hung low on his hips, showing the mind-numbing v-line that always drove you crazy.
he knew what he was doing. you sat on a stool at the kitchen island, your eyes tracking his movement as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.
his slender soft eyes met yours. “what’s wrong? i thought looking at me made you sick to your stomach?”
his hair was perfectly soft. he didn’t have his bangs hairsprayed back. just maroon tufts perfectly tousled with. gosh, and his eyes were boring into you — his pupils were slim and wholly on you.
he knew what he was fucking doing.
“it does,” you respond, looking back down at your phone.
but from your periphery, you can see as he — blatantly and obviously — begun adjusting his dick in his sweats. his hand palmed himself completely as he grabbed his fabric-covered cock briefly.
fuck.
“right,” he hummed, his eyes already off you as he began padding out the kitchen with his bottle of water.
fuck. his back. the contouring of his muscles that scandalously cascaded along his skin. like every dip and curve and line of him was designed to get your mind buzzing. if only you could swallow your pride and jump on him right here right now. your thighs trembled as you felt your cunt slightly start pulsing.
“i don’t really prep you, do i?” kaiser murmured, on his knees between your thighs. you looked up at him, flat on your back and nervously shaking.
his gaze was on your exposed wet pussy. then, it shifted to ness, who sat on the edge of the bed — torso twisted so he could angle his vision entirely on you and kaiser.
“prep?” ness questioned.
“yeah. like fingering or whatever,” kaiser answered. he turned to look back at you. “i just like letting you feel the stretch of me.”
“. . . fuck you,” you mutter, your bumbling gaze darting back and forth from the bedsheets to kaiser.
kaiser simply smiled, though his low lidded gaze was heavy with irritation. he turned his face over to ness again, who had his brows furrowed and pupils trembling.
“see how she can get?” kaiser scoffed.
“kaiser, when can i—”
“don’t start, alexis,” kaiser cut him off. he turned his gaze back to you, the disruptive heat briefly softening to a simmering gleam. “you like the stretch of me, don’t you?” his tone was hushedly taunting — designed to make you feel embarrassed.
“y—yes,” you mumble, your voice almost getting caught in your throat.
“every time,” he chuckled, clearly satisfied with your now shy compliance.
ness glared at you two with a glued stare — completely captivated as he was watching kaiser begin pulling down his own sweats to reveal himself.
“alexis. watch,” kaiser instructed firmly, his gaze not averting from your body.
“mhm,” ness nodded vigorously, completely honest with his submission.
“you ready, schatzi?” kaiser purred, leaning down to nip your earlobe — prompting you to respond.
you nodded, feeling too fuzzy and embarrassed to speak the proper words. because, well, ness was right there. watching. kaiser’s ‘friend’ that always gave you weird looks or meaningless smiles. your heart twisted and ached, though.
because you swore you were twice as wet than when it was just you and kaiser.
kaiser’s leaking cock pushing inside of you slowly made you sound out a pitchy squeak — which only encouraged kaiser’s madness even more.
“fuuckk,” kaiser groaned reverently, his eyes closing as he absorbed the feeling of the gummy walls of your pussy squeezing his throbbing cock. “it feels so good. every fucking time.”
ness shuddered slightly — feeling a knot in his gut that was being utterly neglected. his mind was dizzying with the ache of his own hard, twitching cock.
once kaiser fully pushed inside of you, he leaned down to give you a harsh, suckling bite on the flesh in the crook of your neck. you bit your lip, trying to stifle a squirming moan. his teeth dug violently into you, though his tongue swirled your reddening skin and his lips slurped on both your sweat and his drooling saliva.
he pulled away, not bothering to give a softening lick.
and then he started moving his hips back, his cock pulling out of you in a way that made you feel starved and empty.
“see?” kaiser murmured to ness. “now your turn.”
“w—what?!” you and ness both sputtered.
kaiser snorted, his eyes narrowing as he fully glanced at ness. impatient and still a little pussy-drunk.
“you heard me,” he huffed in frustration. he efficiently pulled his sweatpants back up, already moving over and out from between your legs.
ness sat frozen, his eyes following kaiser who now was standing at the bed’s side — gaze dark and expectant. then, his gaze traveled over to your wide blown expression.
as well as your gushing wet pussy, that was pulsing inwards and outwards from being deprived of kaiser’s cock.
kaiser’s jaw muscle tensed slightly, frustrated from not hearing no response and seeing no movement.
“didn’t i tell you to do something, alexis?” kaiser whispered lowly. he grimaced, as if truly offended. and that offended look in his eyes bore straight into your naked body. “schatzi, he’s nervous,” he said, merely belittling ness.
“m’not nervous,” ness replied quickly. instinctively, he started moving towards you.
you jolted, shocked from the sudden dips in the mattress and shifting of the sheets. your eyes frantically landed onto ness, who was now positioned between your thighs — just like how kaiser was.
and gosh. you couldn’t help but look right down at his bulge. his sweats were completely strained, pulling tantalizingly taut along his cock. he was so fucking hard.
“go on, then.” kaiser crossed his arms, staring at the two of you with an unreadable expression. “get that erection of yours dealt with.”
“h—huh?” ness quivered, his head tilted and turned to kaiser. almost as a defensive gesture, ness’s hand self-consciously palmed his erection.
“fuck her ‘til you cum,” kaiser snapped. his face was contorted with complete frustration and irritation. not to mention how he said the statement like it meant alleviation rather than more sour awkwardness.
and that confused the shit out of you. why was he so willing to offer you up like this? that wasn’t fucking fair.
“kaiser,” you breathe, basically struggling to get your words out. the tense, suspenseful environment was tearing at your insides.
kaiser’s sharp gaze flickered over to you, his features softening slightly. “what.”
“n—ness is . . .” you trailed off, almost unable to finish your thought. you groaned staggeredly, frustrated with yourself.
“don’t get shy,” kaiser sighed, annoyed. he uncrossed his arms, crawling back onto the bed and sitting on his knees at the bed’s end.
ness bit his lip, kneeling between your legs looking completely dazed and lost. did you not want him inside of you? ness got nervous.
“alexis. do what i tell you,” kaiser said, his gaze still fixed on you when he spoke.
immediately, ness began tugging on the waistband of his pants, pulling them down and letting his twitchy, slick cock fall out.
your breath hitched, your eyes unwantingly stuck on ness’s blushing tip that twitched with every slight splurt of anticipatory pre-cum. ness even slightly whimpered in shyness, which made your gut heat up.
“you’re going to take him like a good girl,” kaiser grinned. then, he looked over at ness who was beginning to position himself at your entrance.
ness trembled slightly, his movements hesitant.
but then, ness pushed inside —
“haaah—” you moan loudly, both in shock and pleasure.
ness was more desperate and rushed compared to kaiser, and his cock was antsy inside of you, causing you to slightly squirm. your thighs clamped tight around ness’s torso, making his breath almost inaudibly hitch.
“s’. . . .good,” ness mumbled, his voice squeaky and broken as he still tried processing the feel of your pulsing cunt.
“he’s a fucking pervert,” kaiser said to you as ness began to push in and out of you. your body tensed and twitched, unraveling more and more every second.
yet here kaiser was. basically conversing with you.
“he always tells me how much of a whore you are,” kaiser hummed, his gaze fixed on your spit bubbling lips.
“k—kaiser!” ness’s pace immediately faltered, completely embarrassed and guilty.
kaiser scowled. “did i tell you to fucking stop?”
ness squirmed, beginning to clinically resume his pace. your pussy was heating up from all the changes in ness’s rhythm. you weren’t entirely sure how much you liked it — but you did know that your orgasm was starting to fester inside of you.
“s—schieße,” ness stuttered, his cock twitching as he felt his guts crackle with his incoming orgasm.
you moaned loudly, which only made ness quicken his rhythm, getting more and more desperate to cum inside of you. sweat trickled down your face as your body struggled grounding itself — completely at odds with the throbbing of ness’s dick thrusting in and out of you.
“it’s s’good,” ness moaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he let himself take in the feel of your walls flush against the flesh of his pumping cock.
kaiser furrowed his brows, watching the scene closely with narrowed eyes. the quicker ness’s pace got, and the louder your moans got, kaiser got more restless. his fists slightly clenched, his red knuckles blushing even more from his own grip.
“m’kay. stop for a moment,” kaiser said.
ness whimpered as his pace halted while still inside of you. the feel of your cunt pulsing around his throbbing dick made his whole body weaken.
“w—what is it?” ness managed to huff out.
“you’re doing it wrong,” kaiser told him.
you lay there, biting hard on your bottom lip, trying to stifle any more sounds that could possibly come out. the feel of ness’s cock relentless pulsing inside of you kept sending tingles throughout your core — you weren’t sure if you could hold back. right here. in this moment.
and, when kaiser spoke, saying, “pull out of her.”
ness had pulled out of you, moving away from you completely.
“ah— hah . . . ah!” you squirmed, your cunt beginning to gush with more slick and ache with more contractions. the loss of ness’s warmth inside of you made you shiver with desperation.
“what does my needy girl like instead?” kaiser cooed, beginning to settle himself between your legs.
“i— i like—”
kaiser interrupted you, “you like it when your clit gets attention, too.” he reached his tattooed hand forward, his thumb beginning to thread mind-numbing circles along your engorged clit.
“ah—! micha!” you moaned.
“see, alexis? this is how you please her,” kaiser murmured, his gaze fixed on ness.
ness trembled where he sat at your side. actively listening to kaiser, he kept frantically nodding — almost impatiently so. perhaps he really wanted to get it right this time. and be able to cum inside of you uninterrupted.
“micha. . . — s’too much . . .” you whine, arching your back as if to alleviate the overwhelming buzz in your core.
“is it?” kaiser mocked. “but you cum every time.”
you bit on your words once you felt kaiser pull away, leaving you feeling starved — for the third time. in this moment, your heart rate was fluttering between all sorts of rhythms, and your pussy was all puffy and throbbing.
you needed to finish so badly.
“okay, alexis, go ahead then,” kaiser sighed dismissively, moving away from you to sit at the edge of the bed.
ness quickly followed kaiser’s instructions, moving over to you to settle between your legs.
and not once did his gaze shift from your wet pussy. not once did he look you in the eye. he looked like a man starved.
“a—are you . . . ready?” ness feverishly asked, visibly shaking from anticipation.
“mhm,” you nod wearily. you only thought one thing; you needed to finish so fucking badly.
ness smiled, his cheeks flushed with red. he quickly began settling his tip along your sopping entrance. even the faintest contact of him with your pussy was enough to make you flex slightly, feeling the tension overwhelm your body.
“mmmmnn . . . fuuckk,” ness groaned as he pushed inside of you.
your breath stammered again — and even more when —
“hah— fuck!” you squeak, having felt ness’s thumb pressing into your clit.
you ever so slightly writhed around from where you lay on the bed, feeling the sensations in both your clit and pussy completely override everything in your mind.
ness trembled, his pace fraying just slightly as he began feeling his tip twitch inside of you with the need to cum. his throat felt like closing up — the gummy flesh of your pussy was feeling all too good — and the picture of your writhing underneath his touch made his dick ache — he was going to —
“haaah. . .” ness moaned, closing his eyes shut as he began shooting warm ropes of cum inside of you.
you felt like your lower body melted, the feeling of his throbbing cock and gushing tip made you yourself orgasm. your walls pushed inwards and pulled arounds along the pulsing base of ness, who was still buried inside of you.
ness squirmed at the heating press of your pussy against his sensitive dick. he began pulling out, though not with much stability. his physicality momentarily malfunctioned from the intensity of his orgasm.
“wow,” kaiser’s voice sounded through the air. “didn’t expect to see all of that.”
“h—huh?” ness panted.
“look at that,” kaiser pointed to your pussy that was gushing with ness’s cum. more and more splurted out of you the more your walls squeezed and pulsed.
ness turned entirely red, hurriedly pulling his pants up and moving off of the bed. kaiser only watched you with a sultry glance, enamoured by your cum-soaked pussy.
