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Hard-On!

- g!p! reader.

✧ ˚ · — daniela avanzini — · ˚ ✧

-> ❝ you’re a dancer for katseye and gets paired with daniela for a sexy choreo. the tension is so intense that you got hard, and daniela can’t hold back either, so she grabs you and go to somewhere private. ( the closet. ) ❞

warnings : – dom! daniela – penetration – cussing – cum inside – teasing – oral ( r! receiving ) – lowk pathetic reader – shy reader – i lowk made a new song and choreo – kissing – cussing

- notes : requested by anon. mdni !

inexperience pillow princess megan x g!p r, she’s riding rs pillow and r walks in on her and they kinda fuck for the first time slow then leads to rough ig 😭

Your favorite pillow!

- summary : you caught your inexperience girlfriend humping on your pillow.

- warnings : megan skiendiel x g!p!reader, sub!megan, dom!reader, slapping, choking, ass slap, p in v, p in a, slow to rough, begging, overstimulation, dirty talking, degradation, multiple orgasms, n idk.

the house is dead quiet when you get home from the studio at midnight.

gym ran long, your muscles are screaming, and all you want is a shower, your bed, and maybe megan’s arms around you if she’s still awake.

the lights are off in the living room, only the soft blue glow from the hallway nightlight spilling under the bedroom door.

you kick your sneakers off, drop your bag by the couch, and pad down the hall barefoot, trying not to make noise in case she’s asleep.

you’re reaching for the doorknob when you hear it.

a soft, shaky whimper.

then the unmistakable creak of mattress springs. slow, rhythmic, needy.

your stomach flips.

you push the door open just enough to see inside.

megan is on your bed.

she’s completely naked, knees spread wide, back arched, face buried in your pillow.

your pillow.

the big gray one she always steals when you’re not home. it’s wedged firmly between her thighs, and she’s riding it like she’s been doing it for hours.

her hips roll in desperate little circles, grinding her clit down hard against the fabric, then lifting just enough to drag herself back down.

her ass flexes with every movement, thighs trembling, small wet sounds filling the room every time she presses harder.

she’s dripping—slick coating the pillowcase in a dark, shiny patch, running down her inner thighs. her breasts sway with each roll, nipples hard and flushed.

her mouth is open against the pillow, muffled moans and gasps escaping every few seconds.

she hasn’t noticed you yet.

you stand frozen in the doorway, cock already thickening in your sweats.

you’ve been dating for four months.

kisses, heavy makeouts, grinding through clothes, hands under shirts but you’ve never gone all the way.

she’s told you she’s nervous, inexperienced and wants it to be perfect.

you’ve never pushed. you’ve been patient.

but right now she’s humping your pillow like she’s starving for it.

you step inside, close the door behind you with a soft click.

her eyes snap open.

she freezes, mid grind, face going scarlet. “oh my god—”

she scrambles to pull the blanket up, but you’re already moving, crossing the room in three long strides, climbing onto the bed, caging her in with your arms on either side of her head.

“don’t stop,” you say, voice low and rough.

she stares up at you, eyes wide, cheeks burning. “i—i didn’t mean—i was just—”

“i know.” you lean down, kiss her slow, deep, tasting the embarrassment and need on her tongue.

she moans into your mouth, hands coming up to grip your shoulders like she’s afraid you’ll disappear.

you pull back just enough to look at her.

“you’re so fucking pretty like this. riding my pillow because you couldn’t wait for me?”

she whines, nodding, too shy to speak.

you slide a hand down her body, palm flat against her stomach, then lower—fingers brushing through the soaked mess between her legs. she jerks, gasping.

“so wet already,” you murmur. “how long have you been doing this?”

“since… since you left for gym,” she admits, voice tiny. “i missed you.”

your cock throbs hard against your sweats.

you kiss her again, slower this time, then pull back and sit up, straddling her thighs.

“take it off,” you say, nodding at your tank top she’s wearing.

she sits up, shaky hands pulling it over her head, leaving her completely bare.

you tug your own shirt off, then shove your sweats and boxers down just enough to free your cock.

it springs up already leaking at the tip. her eyes go wide, pupils blown, mouth parting.

“oh,” she breathes, almost reverent.

you guide her hand to it. she wraps her fingers around you—tentative at first, then firmer when you groan. she strokes slow, thumb swiping over the head, spreading pre-cum.

“you want this?” you ask, voice rough.

she nods fast. “yes. please.”

you push her gently back down, settle between her legs.

she’s soaked, puffy, glistening, clit swollen.

you rub the head of your cock through her folds, coating yourself in her slick.

“gonna go slow,” you promise. “tell me if it’s too much.”

she nods, hands coming up to grip your shoulders.

you push in, slow and steady.

her eyes flutter shut, mouth falling open in a soft gasp.

she’s tight. so tight, walls fluttering around you as you stretch her open.

you pause halfway, letting her adjust, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.

“you okay?” you whisper.

“yeah,” she breathes. “mn—more.”

you sink in deeper, until you’re fully seated, hips flush against hers.

she whimpers, nails digging into your back.

“so full…” she whispers. “you feel so good.”

you start moving—shallow rolls at first, letting her get used to it.

she moans softly with every thrust, hips lifting to meet you. her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you closer.

“faster,” she pleads after a minute. “please.”

you pick up the pace.

the bed creaks, wet sounds filling the room every time you bottom out.

she’s moaning your name, gasping, telling you how good it feels, how big you are.

“fuck! fuck! just right there—” she cries when you hit that spot inside her.

you angle your hips, thrusting harder, faster, chasing it.

her nails rake down your back, leaving red lines.

her legs tighten, heels digging into your ass. she’s close—you can feel it in the way she clenches around you, the way her moans turn into broken sobs.

“gon’ cum,” she gasps.

“please, please, don’t stop—”

you fuck her through it.

relentless, until she shatters, pussy spasming around your cock, gushing wet and hot.

you keep thrusting, drawing it out until she’s shaking, oversensitive, whimpering.

you’re close too, thighs burning, balls tight. “i’m gonna come inside okay?” you rasp.

“yes—!” she begs immediately. “just— just fill me up.”

you slam in deep one last time, groaning low as you came.

she moans at the feeling, walls fluttering, milking you dry.

you stay buried inside her, both panting, foreheads pressed together.

megan’s legs are locked tight around your waist, heels digging into your lower back, her arms wrapped around your neck so hard it almost hurts.

she’s breathing ragged against your shoulder, but her hips keep rocking in tiny, needy little circles like she’s already chasing more even though she just came.

you feel the shift in yourself first.

the gentle, careful rhythm you started with is gone.

something hotter, hungrier takes over. you pull back just enough to look at her face, flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy and half lidded and the sight snaps something inside you.

you grab a fistful of her hair at the nape of her neck and yank her head back hard.

her gasp is sharp, eyes widening in surprise, but the way her pussy clenches around you tells you everything.

“you think we’re done?” you growl. “you think i let you get away with it just like that? even you rode my pillow like a bitch?”

she whimpers, trying to shake her head but your grip is too tight. “n-no—i just—i needed—”

you cut her off by pulling out almost completely, then slamming back in—hard, deep, no warning.

the bedframe rattles against the wall.

she cries out, back arching off the mattress, nails raking down your shoulders.

“needed what?” you snap, thrusting again, rougher this time, hips snapping forward with bruising force. “needed to hump my pillow like a virgin whore because you couldn’t wait for me?”

“m’ sorry!—fuck!—” she sobs, voice breaking on every thrust. her legs tighten around you, trying to pull you deeper even as her body shakes from the intensity.

you keep one hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back so her throat is exposed.

you lean down, bite the side of her neck hard enough to leave teeth marks then lick over the spot.

she moans loud, body jerking.

“you’re mine,” you rasp against her skin. “this pussy, this body, is mine. you don’t get to cum without me anymore. understand?”

“y-yes—i won’t!, i’m sorry—! i’m all yours!”

you slap her cheek, not hard enough to bruise, but sharp enough to sting.

her head snaps to the side, a shocked little gasp escaping her lips.

her eyes flutter, pupils blown wide, and her pussy clamps down so tight you almost lose it right there.

“say it again,” you order, thrusting harder, faster, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.

“i’m yours,” she cries, voice wrecked.

“only yours—ugh!—harder—”

your hips pistoning, cock slamming into her over and over, hitting deep enough to make her scream.

her tits bounce with every thrust, nipples still swollen from earlier.

you grab one roughly, pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger, twisting just enough to make her sob.

“look at you,” you growl. “taking my cock like a good little slut. you love it, don’t you? love being fucked rough.”

“yes! yes!—love it—love you fucking me—” she’s babbling now, tears slipping down her cheeks, mascara running in black streaks.

she looks beautifully ruined and it only makes you go harder.

you pull her hair again, forcing her to look at you.

“you gonna cum again? gonna soak my cock like the needy princess you are?”

“yes please—i’m so so close—”

you slap her other cheek, lighter this time, just enough to make her gasp and she comes instantly, pussy spasming around you, gushing wet and hot.

her whole body convulses, legs shaking.

but you continue to fuck her relentless until she’s crying from overstimulation, begging you to slow down even as her hips keep trying to meet yours.

“too much!—t-too much!—”

you don’t stop.

you flip her over suddenly, pulling out just long enough to manhandle her onto her stomach.

she whimpers, face pressed into the mattress, ass up in the air. you grab her hips, yank them back, and slam back inside, deeper than before.

she screams into the pillow, fists clenching the sheets.

you fuck her from behind like that, hard, fast, one hand fisted in her hair pulling her head back, the other slapping her ass in sharp, stinging smacks.

red handprints bloom across her skin, and every time you hit her she clenches tighter around you.

“take it,” you grunt. “take every fucking inch. this is what you wanted, right? to be used like a side chick?”

“oh my God, yes!—j-just use me, please!—”

you reach around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing hard and fast.

she’s shaking so bad the bed is rattling.

you feel her building again, third time tonight and you don’t let up.

“cum again,” you order. “cum on my cock while i fill you up.”

she came immediately—pussy milking you in tight, rhythmic pulses. you thrust through it, chasing your own release, then bury deep and come hard flooding her, spilling out around your cock when there’s no more room.

you collapse on top of her, both panting, bodies slick with sweat and cum and tears.

you stay inside her for a long minute, softening slowly, kissing the back of her neck, her shoulder, whispering soft praises against her skin.

“so good for me,” you murmur. “so fucking perfect.”

she turns her head, eyes glassy, cheeks wet. “love you,” she whispers, voice wrecked.

you kiss her slow, gentle now. “love you too.”

you pull out carefully, watching the thick mess drip out of her.

she whimpers at the emptiness, but you’re already moving, grabbing a warm cloth, cleaning her gently between her legs, wiping away the evidence of how roughly you took her.

you kiss every mark you left.

red handprints, bite marks, the faint bruises forming on her hips.

when she’s clean, you pull her into your arms, blanket tucked around both of you.

she curls against your chest, leg thrown over yours, face nuzzled into your neck.

“you okay?” you ask softly, stroking her hair.

she nods against you. “more than okay. i… i needed that.”

you kiss her forehead. “it feels good, no?.”

she smiles sleepily, already drifting. “yeah. real good.”

you hold her close, both of you tangled and sated, the room quiet except for your breathing and the soft hum of the city outside.

requested by anon.

The shirt stays!

- summary: when lara asked you to have sex with her while ure in ur uniform.

- warnings : lara raj x firefighter!g!p!reader, p in v, choking, hair pulling, blowjob, r is muscular, r lowk strong asf, cussing, dirty talking, n idk.

the fire station shift hush that settles after a long day of calls.

you’re finally off duty—boots still laced, turnout pants hanging low on your hips, black suspenders framing your broad shoulders, navy t-shirt stretched tight across your chest from the weight of the day.

your arms are thick from years of hauling hoses and carrying people down ladders, veins standing out under the skin, shoulders rounded with muscle.

you’re taller than most of the crew, built like you could carry two people at once if you had to, and the uniform only makes it worse.

makes you look like every filthy fantasy wrapped in heavy canvas and reflective tape.

lara’s been texting you since your last call ended.

ur still in uniform right

pls dont change

im coming over

you didn’t even have time to reply before the door to the station’s small private quarters buzzed.

now she’s here, slipping in like she owns the place, wearing nothing but one of your old shirt that hits her mid thigh and a pair of black thong panties you can see the outline of when she moves.

she locks the door behind her without asking.

you lean back against the metal locker, arms crossed, watching her approach.

her eyes are already dark, cheeks flushed like she’s been thinking about this all day.

“fuck,” she breathes when she’s close enough to touch.

her hands come up immediately, palms flat on your chest, fingers spreading over the heavy fabric of your turnout coat like she wants to memorize the texture. “you look so fucking hot in this.”

you smirk, letting her hands roam. “yeah?”

“yeah.” her voice is breathy, needy. she presses herself against you, tits soft against your chest, hips already rolling like she can’t help it.

“been thinking about you all day. saw a firetruck on the freeway and got so wet i had to change my panties before rehearsal.”

you raise an eyebrow, sliding one big hand down to grip her ass, fingers digging into the flesh under the hoodie. “that desperate, huh?”

“so desperate.” she nods fast, looking up at you with those big eyes. “please, y/n. fuck me in that uniform. please.”

you’re already half-hard just from the way she’s looking at you like you’re the only thing she wants in the world.

you don’t make her beg twice.

you spin her around, push her chest first against the lockers with a metallic thud.

she gasps, palms slapping flat against the cold metal, ass pushing back toward you instinctively.

“hands stay there,” you order, voice low and rough. “don’t move them.”

she whimpers. “yes—okay—”

you yank the hoodie up to her waist, exposing the thin black thong that’s already soaked through. you can see the wet spot, smell how turned on she is.

you hook two fingers under the string at the back and pull it to the side, baring her completely. her pussy is glistening, swollen, clit peeking out, begging.

you press yourself against her from behind, letting her feel how hard you are through the thick turnout pants.

she moans loud, head dropping forward, forehead against the locker.

“y/n, please—”

you grind against her once, slow and deliberate, letting the rough fabric drag over her clit.

she jolts, thighs shaking.

“you want this cock?” you ask, voice gravel. “want me to fuck you right here, still in uniform?”

“yes, just—please…”

you unzip the pants just enough, shove them down to mid thigh.

your cock springs free—thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip.

you line up, rub the head through her folds, coating yourself in her slick.

then you push in.

slow, inch by inch, letting her feel every stretch.

she cries out, back arching, nails scraping the locker. “fuck! fuck! you’re so big—”

you bottom out, hips flush against her ass, and stay there for a second, letting her adjust.

she’s clenching around you like a vice, so wet it’s dripping down your balls.

“good girl,” you mutter, one hand sliding up to grip her throat.

the other hand fists her hair, yanking her head back so she has to arch more.

then you start moving.

deep thrusts that make her gasp every time you bottom out.

the turnout pants are still around your thighs, the heavy fabric slapping against her ass with every stroke.

the suspenders pull tight across your shoulders, the coat hanging open, framing your body like armor.

she’s moaning nonstop—loud, broken sounds that echo in the empty locker room.

“harder please! fuck me good—“

your hips snap forward, pace turning brutal.

the locker rattles with every thrust, metal banging loud enough to wake the whole station if anyone was around.

you yank her hair harder, forcing her to look at the mirror across the room.

both of you reflected back.

you towering over her, muscles flexing, uniform half on, cock disappearing into her over and over. her bent forward, ass up, mouth open, tears streaking down her face from how good it feels.

“look at yourself,” you growl. “look how pretty you are taking my cock.”

she sobs, eyes locked on the mirror. “so pretty—its all yours…!”

you slap her ass hard, the sound cracking through the room.

she jolts, pussy clamping down tight. you do it again, then again, turning the skin cherry red.

“say it,” you demand.

“i’m yours, only yours—holy fuckk—”

you reach around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast and rough.

she’s shaking now, thighs trembling, close.

“cum lara,” you order. “cum all over my cock—all over me.”

she scream your name, pussy spasming around you, gushing wet and hot down your thighs.

you don’t stop—keep pounding through it, chasing your own release.

“where do you want it?” you rasp, thrusts turning erratic.

“inside, please!”

you slam in deep one last time, groaning low as you come.

thick spurts painting her walls.

she moans at the feeling, milking you with every pulse until you’re both shaking.

you stay inside her for a minute, both panting, your forehead pressed to her shoulder.

then you pull out slow, watching your cum drip out of her, thick and white, running down her thighs.

she whimpers at the loss, legs wobbling. you catch her before she falls, turning her around and kissing her deep—tasting the salt of her tears and sweat.

“on your knees,” you say, voice still low and rough.

she drops instantly. no hesitation.

knees hitting the floor, hands on your thighs for balance.

her eyes flick up to yours, big and pleading.

your cock is right in front of her face—still shiny, still dripping the last of your release and her wetness.

she licks her lips. “can i…?”

you nod once. “clean me up.”

she leans in slow, tongue flicking out first—soft, tentative licks along the underside, tasting the mix of both of you.

she moans quietly at the flavor, eyes fluttering shut for a second like it’s the best thing she’s ever had.

then she gets greedy.

her mouth opens wide, lips wrapping around the head.

she sucks gently at first. soft pulls, tongue swirling around the slit to collect every drop.

she’s thorough, almost reverent, cleaning you inch by inch. she takes more, sliding down until the head bumps the back of her throat.

she gags softly but doesn’t pull off just breathes through her nose and keeps going, cheeks hollowing as she sucks.

spit starts to build fast.

it drips from the corners of her mouth, runs down her chin, coats your balls. she’s messy.

deliberately messy, letting it get sloppy, wet sounds echoing in the quiet room every time she bobs.

you groan low, one hand coming up to fist her hair. “damn. look at you… sucking me clean.”

she whimpers around you, the vibration making your hips twitch.

she pulls off for a second, gasping, spit stringing from her lips to your cock. “tastes so good,” she pants, voice hoarse. “you taste so good inside me… i want more.”

you don’t give her time to breathe.

you push forward, sliding back into her mouth, deeper this time. she gags again, eyes watering, but she takes it.

her hands grip your thighs, nails digging in as you start to fuck her face.

tears spill down her cheeks, mascara running in black streaks.

her throat works around you, swallowing, trying to take you deeper. spit drips everywhere, down her chin, onto her chest, soaking the front of her shirt.

you pull her hair harder, forcing her to look up at you while you use her mouth. “look at me while you choke on it.”

her eyes meet yours—watery, desperate, completely submissive.

she’s moaning around your cock, the sound muffled and wet, hips squirming like she’s aching between her legs again.

you speed up, thrusts into her throat.

she gags louder, throat fluttering, tears streaming.

spit bubbles at the corners of her mouth, dripping onto the carpet.

“fucking hell,” you groan, hips stuttering. “m’ gonna cum again. you want it?”

she nods frantically, eyes pleading, throat working around you in encouragement.

you thrust deep one last time, holding her there, nose pressed to your pelvis and come hard down her throat.

the white thick, hot pulses she swallows greedily, throat bobbing, milking you until you’re shuddering.

when you finally pull out, she gasps for air, coughing softly.

spit and cum drip from her lips, down her chin, onto her shirt. she looks completely ruined.

beautifully ruined.

you drop to your knees in front of her, cup her face in both hands, thumb wiping the mess from her chin.

you kiss her slow and filthy, tasting yourself on her tongue.

she melts into it, hands clutching your shoulders, whimpering softly.

when you pull back, she’s smiling.

“you’re so fucking hot in this uniform,” she whispers, voice wrecked.

you smirk, brushing hair from her face. “i’m definitely not taking it off yet.”

her eyes light up, thighs pressing together again.

Stay with me.

- summary : you and megan never stop your secret relationship even after you had a baby.

- warnings : g!p!megan skiendiel x female!reader, step cest!!, step sister megan, don’t like don’t read, lactation kink, p in v, dub-con, heavy smut, somnophilia, reader cheats on her husband, puppy coded megan, very nasty smut ig, fingering, n idk.

the house is quiet, the kind of late-night stillness that comes after a long day with a newborn.

your husband is out.

another ‘guys night’ with his friends, beers and poker that always runs late. the baby is finally asleep in the nursery down the hall, monitor glowing softly on the nightstand.

you’re in bed alone, exhausted from the endless cycle of feedings, diapers, and rocking.

your body is different now—fuller breasts heavy with milk, leaking through your thin tank top even in sleep, a constant reminder of the life you and your husband created months ago.

you drift in and out, half dreaming, when the bedroom door creaks open.

megan slips in like a shadow, tall and silent in her t-shirt and joggers, the ones she wore when she ‘dropped by’ earlier to ‘see the baby.’

your step-sister. your mom’s husband’s daughter from his first marriage has always had a key.

‘family,’ your parents said.

but family doesn’t look at you the way she does.

it started years ago, before your husband, before the baby.

megan was the cool older step-sister who came home from college breaks, all confidence and curves, teasing you in ways that made your stomach twist.

the first time was a ‘mistake’.

too much wine at a family barbecue, her hand on your thigh under the table, leading to a hurried make out in the guest room.

you told yourself it was the last time.

it wasn’t.

it happened again and again—stolen moments when parents were out,

late night ‘sleepovers’ that turned into her fingers inside you, her mouth on your neck, whispering how pretty you were when you came.

you always said ‘this is the last time.’

you got engaged, married, pregnant and still, megan found ways.

a ‘congrats’ visit that ended with her fucking you in the shower while your husband was at work.

‘one last time,’ you gasped as she filled you up.

it never was.

now, with the baby asleep and your husband gone, megan’s here again.

you stir as the mattress dips. your eyes flutter open to see her silhouette, zipper shirt zipped low, eyes fixed on your chest where milk has soaked through the fabric, dark spots spreading.

“shh,” she whispers, climbing onto the bed. “go back to sleep, baby.”

you’re too tired to protest, body heavy, mind foggy.

you mumble something incoherent, eyes closing again as she pulls the covers down gently.

megan straddles your waist carefully, t-shirt coming off to reveal her sports bra stretched tight over her breasts, joggers low on her hips.

her cock is already hard, straining against the fabric—a thick bulge you know too well.

she pushes her joggers down just enough to free it.

heavy, veined, tip already leaking.

but her eyes are on your chest.

she leans down, pulls your tank top up slow, exposing your swollen breasts. milk beads at your nipples, a slow leak from the pressure.

“look at you,” she breathes, voice low and reverent. “so full for me.”

she lowers her mouth to one nipple. gentle at first, lips sealing around it, tongue flicking. then she sucks.

you moan softly in your sleep, body responding on instinct.

milk flows—warm, sweet and megan drinks greedily, sucking harder, hand cupping your breast to squeeze more out. the pull is intense, relief and pleasure mixing as she swallows, throat working.

she switches sides, sucking the other nipple just as deep, milk dribbling from the corner of her mouth.

her free hand slides between her legs, stroking her cock slow, pre-cum smearing over her fingers.

you’re half awake now, hips shifting, but too drowsy to fully wake. megan notices, smiles against your skin.

“that’s it,” she whispers. “let me take what i need.”

she keeps suckling one breast, then the other.

your tank is soaked and your nipples are red and sensitive. milk flows freely now, and she drinks like she’s starved, moaning low around your flesh.

her cock throbs against your thigh, hard and hot.

she grinds slow, leaking on your skin, but doesn’t push for more yet.

your body changed from the pregnancy she secretly wishes was hers.

“so fucking good,” she murmurs. “all for me.”

you stir slowly, the haze of sleep lifting as the warm, the faint pressure of teeth grazing your nipple, milk flowing in steady streams.

your eyes flutter open to the dim glow of the bedside lamp you must have left on earlier.

megan is latched onto you, eyes closed, cheeks hollowed as she nurses greedily.

her tall frame is curled around yours possessively.

one arm under your neck, the other hand cupping the breast she’s sucking, fingers gently squeezing to keep the milk coming.

the realization hits like cold water. you freeze, then instinctively push at her shoulder.

“megan—stop—”

your voice is thick with sleep and shock. she doesn’t budge.

if anything, she sucks harder, a low whine vibrating against your skin as milk floods her mouth.

her eyes open lazily, dark and glassy with need, but she doesn’t pull away.

you push again, harder this time. “megan, we can’t—this isn’t— get off.”

she finally releases your nipple with a wet pop, milk dribbling from the corner of her mouth.

her lips are swollen, cheeks flushed, hair messy from sleep and whatever she was doing before you woke.

she looks like a needy puppy.

big eyes pleading, bottom lip jutting out just a little.

“but you taste so good,” she whispers, voice husky and small. “i couldn’t help it. you were leaking and i just… needed you.”

she nuzzles back in immediately, latching onto the other breast before you can protest.

the pull is stronger this time, almost desperate, and you feel milk spray into her mouth as she swallows greedily.

your body betrays you, a soft moan slips out, hips shifting despite yourself.

“megan… please—” you try again, hands pushing at her shoulders, but they’re weak, trembling. “my husband— he could come home—”

“he’s not here,” she mumbles against your skin, not stopping.

her free hand slides down your body, pushing your soaked panties aside.

two fingers slip inside you easily.

you’re shamefully wet and she groans around your nipple at how ready you are.

you arch involuntarily, a gasp tearing from your throat. “we—fuck… we shouldn’t—”

she pulls off just long enough to look up at you, milk on her lips, eyes dark and pleading.

“just let me have you. please. i’ve been thinking about this all day. you’re so full… so perfect…”

she latches back on, sucking slow and deep now, tongue swirling around your nipple while her fingers thrust steadily inside you.

the dual sensation is overwhelming.

relief from the pressure in your breasts, pleasure building low and hot in your belly.

you’re losing the fight.

your hands stop pushing and start gripping fingers tangling in her hair, holding her closer instead of away.

megan feels the shift.

she moans against you, hips grinding her cock against your thigh, leaving wet streaks.

her fingers curl just right, thumb finding your clit, rubbing slow circles.

“that’s it,” she whispers between breasts, switching sides again. “let me make you feel good. you deserve it.”

you’re panting now, hips rocking into her hand. “megan…!”

she pulls her fingers out suddenly, making you whine at the loss, then shifts up your body.

her cock slides between your folds teasing your entrance.

“need to be inside you…” she breathes, voice shaky with want. “please, baby. just a little. i’ll be gentle.”

you should say no.

you should push her off, remind her of the ring on your finger, the baby monitor glowing on the nightstand, the husband who could walk in any minute.

instead, your legs fall open wider.

megan slides in slow—one thick inch at a time, stretching you open around her. you both moan, the sound muffled as she buries her face in your neck.

she bottoms out, hips flush against yours, and stills for a moment, just breathing, letting you adjust.

then she starts moving that drag against every sensitive spot inside you.

her mouth finds your breast again, latching on and sucking in time with her hips.

milk flows freely now, and she drinks it down like it’s the only thing keeping her alive.

you’re lost in it.

the fullness of her cock, the pull at your nipples, the way she’s completely wrapped around you.

your hands grip her back, nails digging in, urging her deeper.

“harder,” you whisper, ashamed at how easily you give in.

she obeys instantly—thrusts turning sharper, faster, hips snapping against yours.

the bed creaks softly, headboard tapping the wall in rhythm.

milk leaks from the breast she’s not sucking, dripping down your side, but she doesn’t care just switches sides again, drinking greedily.

“you’re so perfect,” she gasps between thrusts, voice breaking. “so full for me… gonna keep you like this… always…”

you’re close already—embarrassingly fast.

the combination of her cock hitting deep, her mouth on your nipple, the forbidden thrill of it all it’s too much.

“megan—i’m—!”

“cum for me,” she whispers, sucking harder. “i need you s’ bad.”

you came clenching around her cock, milking her as you come with a choked moan.

she thrusts through it, drawing it out, then follows seconds later, burying deep and spilling inside you, hot and thick, pulse after pulse.

she doesn’t pull out.

just stays inside, latched onto your breast again, nursing slow and content now, like a puppy finally settled.

you’re both breathing hard, bodies sticky with milk and cum and sweat. the baby monitor stays silent. the house stays quiet.

megan nuzzles closer, murmuring against your skin, “just a little longer… please.”

and you… god help you—let her stays.

her cock is softening inside you, hips flush against yours, like she’s afraid to break the connection.

her mouth latched to your breast, nursing slow and lazy, more for comfort than need.

milk trickles out with every gentle suck, and she swallows softly, humming contentedly against your skin.

your fingers are in her hair, stroking through the messy strands, nails scraping her scalp in the way you know soothes her.

she makes a small, puppy like sound, half whimper, half sigh and nuzzles closer, switching to the other breast without opening her eyes.

the room is dim, just the soft glow from the baby monitor and the streetlight filtering through the curtains.

the house is still silent. no cries from the nursery, no key in the front door.

just the two of you, breathing together.

after a long minute, megan finally pulls off.

milk beads at the tip, and she licks it away gently, then kisses the spot tender.

“you okay?” she whispers, voice small and vulnerable now that the need has eased.

she lifts her head, eyes searching yours in the low light worried, almost guilty.

you nod, cupping her cheek. “yeah. i’m okay.”

she searches your face a second longer, then presses her forehead to yours. “i’m sorry i snuck in. i just… missed you so much. and when i saw you leaking…” her voice trails off, cheeks flushing.

you hush her with a soft kiss. “it’s okay. i’m not mad.”

she exhales shakily, like she’d been holding her breath waiting for you to push her away again.

then she carefully pulls out, watching your face for any wince.

a thick gush of cum follows, warm and sticky, dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets. she winces too, like it physically hurts her to see it leave you.

“wait,” she murmurs, sliding down the bed.

she grabs the warm cloth you keep on the nightstand for midnight feedings, wets it fresh under the bathroom tap, and comes back.

she cleans you gently.

between your legs first, wiping away the mess of her cum and your milk with slow, careful strokes.

every time you flinch from sensitivity, she pauses, kisses your inner thigh soft, whispers “sorry, baby” like it’s her fault you’re tender.

when you’re clean, she moves to your breasts wiping away the dried milk, massaging gently to ease the ache from how hard she sucked.

her touch is reverent now, thumbs circling your nipples until the last of the tension leaves your body.

“you’re still leaking a little,” she says quietly, almost awed.

she leans in, gives each nipple one last soft lick just to soothe, not to take—then pulls your tank top back down.

she tosses the cloth away, then crawls back up, pulling the blankets over both of you.

she tucks you against her chest, your head on her shoulder, her arms wrapped tight around you, one hand stroking your back in slow circles.

“i can’t leave you…” she whispers into your hair. “let’s rest okay?”

you’re exhausted.

body heavy, mind fuzzy from the intensity and the late hour. you let yourself melt into her, breathing in her familiar scent.

she reaches over to the nightstand, grabs the water glass, helps you drink slow sips until it’s half gone.

then she settles back, legs tangled with yours, hand sliding down to rest on your stomach.

“you’re so beautiful,” she murmurs, voice sleepy now. “even like this. especially like this.”

you smile against her collarbone, eyes closing. “you’re so cheesy.”

she huffs a soft laugh. “tell me something i don’t know.”

the room falls quiet again.

her fingers keep stroking your back, slow and steady, until your breathing evens out. she presses a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth.

“sleep, baby,” she whispers. “i’ll stay right here.”

and she does.

she hold you close, warm and solid, until you drift off completely safe in her arms.

the guilt can wait until morning.

tonight, there’s just this.

dom g!p r x pillow princes sub megan but megan baby traps r

Pillow baby.

- summary : megan baby traps you and yk u can’t leave her.

- warnings : megan skiendiel x g!p!freader, dom!r, brat megan, megan baby traps u, lowk toxic megan, smut, cussing, balls mentioned, n idk.

the bedroom smells like sex and sweat already, sheets damp from earlier rounds.

city lights flickering through half-open blinds, casting stripes across megan’s body. she’s flat on her back, legs spread wide, knees hooked over your shoulders, hands clutching the pillows above her head like she’s been told to stay put.

her hair is a mess. sweaty strands sticking to her forehead, lips parted and glossy from biting them. she’s been whimpering the whole time, soft little ‘please, baby’ and ‘deeper’ every time you thrust in.

you’re buried balls-deep inside her, no condom, just raw heat and slick.

she feels obscene like this. hot, tight, dripping down your cock and onto the sheets. you’ve been fucking her slow and deep for the last twenty minutes, drawing it out, making her squirm.

every time you pull back, her pussy clenches like it doesn’t want to let you go. every time you slam back in, she gasps, nails scratching at the pillows.

“fuck, you feel so good raw,” you growl against her neck, voice rough. you suck a mark into her collarbone, hard enough to bruise. “no latex dulling it. just you taking every inch.”

megan moans, high and needy, legs tightening around your shoulders. “don’t stop. please. keep fucking me like that.”

she’s in full pillow princess mode. back arched, tits bouncing with every thrust, but not moving her hips much.

she wants to be taken, used, filled. her hands stay up by her head, gripping the pillows like they’re the only thing keeping her grounded.

her eyes are half-lidded, glazed, watching you with that desperate, hazy look she gets when she’s close.

you speed up, hips snapping harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.

your balls slap against her ass every thrust, loud and filthy. she’s soaking cum from earlier rounds mixed with her own wetness, leaking out around your cock, making everything slick and messy. it drips down her crack, stains the sheets dark.

“you gonna cum inside me?” she pants, voice breathy and broken. “gonna fill my pussy up?”

you groan, thrusts getting erratic. “megan—”

“no condom,” she cuts in, legs locking tighter. “i want it—all of it.”

you try to pull back a little, slow down, but she doesn’t let you. her arms wrap around your neck, pulling you flush against her chest.

her legs clamp down hard, heels digging into your ass, forcing you deeper. she grinds up against you, circling her hips, keeping you buried to the hilt.

“don’t you fucking pull out,” she whispers, voice low and demanding. “cum in me. breed me. i want your load dripping out of me all night.”

the words hit like a punch. your control snaps. you slam into her hard, punishing thrusts that make the headboard bang against the wall.

she cries out, nails digging into your shoulders, legs shaking around you.

“fuck—you’re fuckin’—”

“do it,” she gasps, clenching around you on purpose. “fill me. knock me up. make me yours.”

you can’t hold back.

you thrust once, twice, deep and desperate, and spill inside her, thick ropes pumping straight into her pussy. she moans loud, walls fluttering, milking you dry.

you feel it leak out around your cock, warm and sticky, running down her ass and pooling on the sheets. you keep thrusting through it, shallow and sloppy, pushing your cum deeper until she’s trembling and overstimulated.

when you finally stop, you’re both panting. you try to pull out slow, but she tightens her legs again, keeping you inside.

“stay,” she murmurs, voice wrecked.

you groan, dropping your forehead to her shoulder. cum is still leaking out, messy and warm, soaking the sheets beneath her ass.

you stay like that for a minute, softening inside her, her pussy still twitching around you.

finally, you pull out.

a thick gush of cum follows, dripping out of her swollen hole, running down her thighs. she reaches down, fingers sliding through the mess, pushing it back in with a soft moan.

“fuck, look at that,” she breathes. “so much. gonna keep every drop.”

you sit back on your heels, staring at her. the haze clears, and reality hits.

“what the fuck, megan?”

she looks up at you, still flushed and satisfied, fingers still inside herself. “what?”

“you held me down. you didn’t let me pull out. that’s not ‘just once.’ that’s you fucking baby-trapping me.”

she doesn’t flinch. “i told you i wanted it. i stopped taking the pill last month.”

you stare at her. “you what?”

“i’m done waiting for you to decide. i want this. i want your baby. and you want it too—you just won’t admit it.”

you stand up, grabbing your boxers off the floor. “you don’t get to decide that for me. that’s not how this works.”

she sits up slowly, sheets falling to her waist. “then leave. if you’re that mad.”

you pause at the door, hand on the knob. anger is hot in your chest, but underneath it there’s something else.

fear, maybe, or the sick realization that part of you liked it.

a lot.

you don’t say anything. you just walk out, door clicking shut behind you.

she doesn’t follow.

you spend the rest of the night on the couch, staring at the ceiling, cum still drying on your thighs, her scent all over you.

you’re pissed. really pissed.

but you can’t leave.

because you know you love her too much.

Best birthday!

- summary : when billie’s birthday greeted by sex

- warnings : g!p!billie eilish x f!reader, oral, p in v, riding, nipple play ( ? ), cussing, heavy smut, birthday smex, n idk.

billie’s birthday morning, and you’re already wide awake while she’s still knocked out, sprawled on her stomach, one arm dangling off the bed, soft little snores escaping her lips.

the room’s quiet except for the low hum of the ac and the faint la traffic outside.

you’ve been planning this for days, wanted to wake her up the best way you know how.

you slip under the sheets careful, slow, so the mattress barely shifts. she’s only in those loose boxer briefs, the ones that ride low on her hips, and you tug them down just enough.

her cock’s soft against her thigh at first, warm skin, familiar weight. you start gentle. lips brushing the tip, tongue flicking soft, tasting the sleep warm salt of her.

she stirs a little, mumbles something incoherent, hips shifting in her dream.

you take more, slow and wet, letting spit build so it’s messy the way she likes.

one hand cups her balls gentle, rolling them while your mouth sinks lower, cheeks hollowing, she hardens fast against your tongue, thickening, pulsing, and that’s when her breathing changes.

a low groan rips out of her, still half-asleep.

“fuck… baby?” voice all gravel and confused pleasure. her hand finds your hair on instinct, fingers threading loose, not pushing yet, just holding.

you pull off just long enough to whisper, “happy birthday, bils,” before sliding all the way down, throat relaxing so she hits the back easy.

she gasps sharp, hips bucking once before she catches herself.

“oh shit—yeah, like that, don’t stop.”

you don’t. you set a lazy rhythm at first, then faster when her grip tightens, guiding you now, sleepy thrusts into your mouth.

she’s fully awake, cursing under her breath, “best fucking alarm clock… god, your mouth’s so warm.”

her thighs start trembling, abs flexing under the sheet. you feel her swell that last little bit, know she’s close. she tries to warn you, “baby, i’m gonna—” but you just hum around her, take her deeper, swallowing on purpose.

she comes with a choked “fuck, happy birthday to me,” spilling hot down your throat in thick pulses. you take every drop, milking her slow till she’s whining from overstimulation, tugging weakly at your hair to pull you off.

you crawl up her body, sheet falling away, and she’s already grinning that lazy post-orgasm smile, eyes hazy.

biilie pulls you into a messy kiss, tasting herself on your tongue, murmurs against your lips, “you’re so getting spoiled all day for that. starting with round two in the shower.”

you’re straddling her hips now, kissing slow and deep, grinding just a little so she feels how soaked you are through your panties.

you pull back an inch, nose brushing hers, voice all husky and teasing.

“you said round two in the shower… but why not now?”

her eyes snap open wider, green and hazy, and she laughs low, hands sliding down to grip your ass hard.

“shit, you’re impatient today. it’s my birthday, i’m supposed to be the spoiled one.”

but she’s already throbbing again underneath you.

you can feel her cock kicking against your thigh, heavy and hot, filling out fast like it never went soft in the first place.

you reach down between you, wrap your fingers around her, stroke once, twice, slow and slick from your spit and her cum. she groans into your mouth, hips lifting off the bed.

“fuck—keep doing that and i’m not making it to the shower.”

you smirk, shift up on your knees, shove your panties to the side with zero ceremony. line her up and sink down just the head, teasing, rolling your hips so she stretches you open slow.

both of you moan at the same time. her from how tight and wet you are, you from how thick she feels first thing in the morning.

“billie—” you whisper, then drop all the way down in one smooth slide until she’s buried to the root.

her head falls back against the pillow, curse ripping out of her, fingers digging bruises into your hips. “jesus fucking—baby, you’re trying to kill me.”

you don’t answer with words. just start riding her slow at first, deep rolls of your hips, hands braced on her chest, feeling her heartbeat hammer under your palms.

every time you lift up she slips almost all the way out, then you take her back in, wet and filthy, the sound of it loud in the quiet room.

billie’s losing it fast, eyes locked on where you’re joined, watching herself disappear inside you over and over.

“look so fucking good taking me… shit, ride it just like that.”

you pick up the pace, bouncing harder, thighs burning already but you don’t care. lean forward so your chest brushes hers, kiss her messy, bite her bottom lip. she thrusts up to meet you halfway now, sharp and desperate, bed creaking under you both.

“touch me,” you gasp against her mouth, and she doesn’t hesitate. one hand slides between you, thumb finding your clit, rubbing fast circles that make your rhythm stutter.

the other hand grabs the back of your neck, pulls you down so she can suck marks into your throat.

“gonna cum on my cock on my birthday? yeah? do it, baby, soak me.”

you’re close already, weeks of wanting her, waking up needy next to her every morning, and now finally having her like this. you grind down hard, clit dragging against her thumb, walls fluttering around her length.

“billie—fuck, i’m—”

“come on, give it to me.”

you do.

hard.

whole body locking up, crying out into her neck as you pulse around her, dripping down her cock, thighs shaking.

she swears long and low, thrusts erratic, then slams up one last time and cums again, deep inside you, hot and thick, filling you up till you feel it leak out around her.

you stay like that for a minute. both breathing ragged, sweaty, stuck together.

she’s still half hard inside you, twitching every few seconds. you lift your head, grin down at her wrecked face.

“still want that shower?”

billie laughs, breathless, slaps your ass once.

“give me five minutes to recover and i’m bending you over the tiles. birthday rules, i get whatever i want all day.” you clench around her on purpose, feel her groan.

few minutes later, you both stumble out of bed eventually, still tangled, laughing breathlessly as billie half carries you to the bathroom because your legs are jelly from riding her.

the tiles are cold under your feet, but she’s warm against your back, kissing your shoulder, murmuring “told you i’d spoil you too.”

she cranks the shower hot—steam filling the room fast, fogging the glass door before you even step in.

billie pulls you under the spray first, water cascading down her tattoos, running in rivulets over her chest, down her stomach, over the half hard cock that’s already twitching again just from looking at you naked and dripping.

she presses you face first against the cool tile wall, hands sliding up your sides, cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing your nipples till you arch.

“been wanting to fuck you in here for weeks,” she rasps against your ear, voice low and rough from sleep and the two orgasms you already pulled out of her.

you push your ass back on instinct, feel her length slide between your thighs, hot and heavy, slick from the water and what’s still leaking out of you from earlier.

she groans, bites your neck gentle. “still full of me, huh? feel it dripping down your legs?”

you nod, whimpering, “yeah… want more.”

that’s all it takes.

billie grips your hips, lines herself up, and pushes in slow, one long, steady thrust that stretches you open again, fuller this time with the angle, the water making everything slippery and hot.

you both moan loud, echoing off the tiles. she bottoms out and just holds there for a second, forehead pressed to your shoulder blade, breathing hard like she’s trying not to lose it too fast.

“fuck, you take me so perfect every time.”

then she starts moving. deep, deliberate strokes at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, watching herself disappear inside you over your shoulder in the fogged mirror across the room.

water pounds down on her back, splashing everywhere, mixing with the wet sounds of her fucking you.

you brace your hands on the wall, pushing back to meet every thrust, moaning her name every time she hits that spot that makes your vision blur.

she reaches around, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing fast and messy, matching the rhythm of her hips.

“touch yourself for me,” she growls, voice wrecked. “wanna feel you cum around my cock again.”

you do—ione hand dropping between your legs, circling fast while she pounds into you harder now, losing that careful control. the sound of skin slapping skin mixes with the water, her grunts, your cries.

she grabs a fistful of your wet hair, pulls your head back gentle so she can kiss you sloppy over your shoulder, tongue messy and desperate.

“billie—fuck, i’m close—”

“yeah? cum on it, baby. wanna fill you up again.”

you shatter first.

whole body seizing, walls clamping down hard around her as you cry out, shaking so bad she has to hold you up.

the clench drags her over too.

she slams in deep one last time, groans long and broken against your neck as she cums, pulsing hot inside you, adding to the mess already there till you feel it leak out around her cock, down your thighs, washed away by the water.

you stay like that, her buried deep, arms wrapped around you, both panting under the spray.

she’s kissing your shoulder, your neck, anywhere she can reach, murmuring soft ‘love you’s between breaths.

after a minute she pulls out slow, turns you around gentle, cups your face and kisses you slow and sweet now, all the urgency gone.

grabs the body wash, starts soaping you up like nothing happened, hands sliding everywhere, taking care of you.

“best birthday ever,” she says again, grinning against your lips. “but we’re not leaving this shower till the hot water runs out. got a whole day of spoiling you left.”

you laugh, wrap your arms around her neck, already feeling her harden again against your stomach. “happy birthday baby.”

a/n : happy birthday to billie! and me…

wow, ig we meant for each other…

can you do how the Katseye girls would act jealous x gp reader ?

Katseye jealous thoughts!

- summary : my silly thoughts on how katz!ot5 be jealous w/ g!p!freader

- warnings : katz!ot5 x g!p!freader, smut thoughts, fuhckin, shorts, blurbs, cussing, and idk.

sophia laforteza

she’s too mature to make a scene in front of the group. she’ll just get really quiet, arms crossed, watching you talk to that staff member or fan a little too long.

later in the dorm, she pulls you aside into the kitchen or hallway, voice low and calm but firm. “hey… who was that?” she’ll wait for your answer, then step closer, hand on your chest. “i know you’re mine, but it still stings a little.” she kisses you slow, deep, hands sliding under your shirt like she’s reassuring herself. it turns into her riding you on the couch later that night, whispering “you feel how much i need you?” when she cums she just holds you tight, face buried in your neck.

manon bannerman

she’s the one who’ll give you the silent treatment for like 10 minutes, scrolling her phone with a little pout. you notice, ask what’s up, and she just shrugs at first—“nothing.” but when you push, she’ll pull you into her room, shut the door, and back you against it. “that girl at the shoot today? she was all over you.”

she’s not yelling, just blunt. then she drops to her knees, yanks your sweats down, and sucks you off slow and deep, looking up the whole time like she’s staking her claim. after you cum she stands, wipes her mouth, and says “just remember who gets to do that.” then she cuddles you up.

daniela avanzini

she’ll laugh it off in the moment “oh, you two are cute” with a tight smile but ofc she’s mad asf.

later, when you’re alone, she’s quieter than usual, playing with your fingers. “be honest, did you like talking to her?” you say no, and she relaxes a bit, but then she climbs into your lap. “good. because i don’t share.” she grinds on you until you’re hard, then rides you facing away so you can see her back and ass while she works herself on you. it’s possessive but soft. she cums with a shaky “you’re mine, yeah?” and stays on you after, just breathing together.

lara raj

she’s petty in the funniest way. she’ll make little comments like “wow, she’s really trying” or “your type?” loud enough for the other person to hear.

then she texts you later like “come to my room rn.” when you get there she’s already stripped to her underwear, pushes you onto the bed, and straddles you. “you know i hate sharing, right?” she rides you hard, fast, hands on your chest, nails digging in. “say my name—louder.” she cums quick and intense, then flops down, laughing “sorry i got jealous… but you’re too hot for your own good.”

megan skiendiel

she’s the most upfront. sees you chatting with someone? she’ll walk up, wrap her arms around your waist from behind, and kiss your cheek in front of everyone. “hey babe, ready to go?” she’ll drag you away as soon as possible, straight to the bathroom or empty practice room.

locks the door, drops her pants, and says “fuck me quick before i lose my mind.” she rides you standing up, legs around your waist, moaning into your mouth so no one outside hears. after she cums she bites your lip and whispers “please don’t talk to them without me, okay?”

then she’s back to her bubbly self like it never happened…

ok so what about reader with oral fixation x g!p manon who got a bit carried away and a little tiny bj turned into deep throat etc etc

idk I just KNOW manon is that kind of person

Sudden Blowblow.

- summary : u have oral fixation and manon decided to fuck ur mouth.

- warnings : g!p!manon bannerman x f!reader, blowjob ( obvi ), cussing, very short bcz i’m so fucking sleepy, 7th member r, and idk.

you’ve always had this thing—lips tingling, mouth restless when you’re stressed or bored. chewing pens, sucking on lollipops till your jaw aches, anything to keep that itch scratched. manon noticed weeks ago.

caught you staring at her lips during vocal practice, watched you bite your thumb when she stretched in those tiny shorts. she filed it away like ammo.

one night in the dorm, everyone else crashed early after a schedule. you’re on the couch scrolling, hoodie sleeve in your mouth, chewing the drawstring absentmindedly.

manon walks in fresh from the shower, towel around her hips, sports bra clinging. she sees you, smirks slow.

“still hungry, baby?”

you freeze. she drops the towel without ceremony. her cock’s already half-hard, thick, curving up a little, the sight alone making your mouth water on reflex. she steps closer, thumbs the waistband of your shorts down just enough to sit beside you.

“open.”

that’s all she says. you do. instantly. tongue out, lips wet, like your body’s been waiting for permission.

she feeds you the tip first, lets you suckle soft and needy, little hums vibrating around her. you’re in heaven. feeling warm, heavy, salty skin filling that empty ache. your hands stay in your lap like a good girl, just mouthing at the head, swirling, drooling already.

manon’s breathing picks up. “fuck… you really do need something in your mouth all the time, huh?”

she threads fingers through your hair, gentle at first. you nod around her, take more on your own, cheeks hollowing. she groans low, hips shifting.

then she gets greedy.

one slow thrust forward, halfway down your throat before you even register. your eyes water but you moan, hands flying to her thighs to pull her closer instead of pushing away. that’s all the green light she needs.

“shit—stay just like that.”

she starts rocking, shallow at first, then deeper, using your mouth like it’s made for her. spit drips down your chin, onto your shirt, you’re gagging soft but not stopping, throat fluttering every time she bottoms out.

tears smear your vision but you’re grinding against nothing, soaked, obsessed with the stretch, the way she fills you completely.

manon’s losing it too. “look so fucking pretty choking on me… knew you’d take it so good.” her rhythm stutters, grip tightening in your hair. “gonna cum down your throat—swallow every drop, yeah?”

“mhm!” you whine around her, nodding frantic. she buries herself deep, groans long and wrecked as she spills hot straight into your throat. you swallow on reflex, over and over, milking her till she’s shaking.

when she pulls out slow, strings of spit connect your lips to her still hard cock. you’re dazed, lips swollen, drool everywhere. she cups your cheek, thumb wiping a tear.

“still needy?”

you nod dumbly, mouth opening again on instinct. she laughs soft, guides you back down.

“good. we’re not done till that fixation’s gone… or till morning. whichever comes first.”

a/n : gys ik ts is short ( probably make pt 2 ) bcz im getting ready for my vacation tomorrow and i’ll probably disappear for weeks 🫩✌️