johnny’s breeding kink couldn’t be any more obvious by the way he was fucking you, but you stayed oblivious. you never realized just how much he wanted a family with you, just how much he wanted to see the bump on your stomach swell because of him.
you’d gracefully forbid him of fucking you without a condom, or at the very least not coming inside you. kiss him generously so it gets through his head but you still don’t notice how much he’s trying. keeping a hefty arm around your hips in doggy so you can stay angled; he keeps focus on the back of your head and imagines, instead, his raw cock pumping cum into your walls down to your womb.
or when you ride him and his eyes, hypnotized on how your little pudge bounces, imagine his seed shooting up whilst you keep riding and dropping your hips as if you were fucking his kids right into you.
so naturally, at a certain point he loses patience. conveniently for him, you happen to be ovulating and a sucker for his charismatic words.
he preps you gently and swipes the hair out of your face, telling you, “mah lass, sweet enough to let a mutt like me raw in ya cunt.” teasing his sticky, much too aroused tip in your soppy pussy. you keep your arms a hold of him, kissing his warm neck and ear overly as he slips his cock into you. he swears it—everytime you bless him with the opportunity of fucking you unprotected, just himself inside of you, he can’t help himself. you yelp gently as he digs his growls loudly against your shivering neck.
and johnny fucks you good and thorough. hips pressing up on you as he bottoms out in your warm, tight cunt—you wonder why you don’t let him do this more often. he whispers against your skin like he’s trying to imprint his praises under you, inside. you’re completely drunk off of it, too much into it that you don’t notice his yet again focused face as he sits back on his knees.
watching how beautifully you take in his thick cock with every quick thrust he makes, you certainly wouldn't mind if he were to shoot his load deeply and nicely into you, right? with all the pre he’s been pumping into you and dribbling out, he might as well have already gotten you fertilized.
so he does, with no hesitation, pump your needy cunt with his potent cum. pushing his hips deep to you and releasing with a loud moan and shudder. you freeze,
“..johnny–”
“fuckin’..finally..”
“johnny no—pleaseno—get off of me-”
“wassa ma'er, hen? yer needy cunt wouldn’t le’me go! had no otha choice.”
“doesn’t mean you can fucking come inside of me!” trembling hands and a burning up face, you try pushing him away from you, wincing at his kisses, “oh are you fucking serio—”
“ah'll make it up tae ye, ah swear. lemme help.” he pulls his still weepy cockhead out and keeps you held still, going down with your thighs pinned open and watches how your folds dribble out his hot semen slowly, he put it way deep inside—smiling at the thought.
before you whine again, he presses a hefty kiss against your throbby clit. his poor baby, he thinks, hasn’t come yet, it’s no fair. so he’ll make it up to you! slithering fingers up into your gooey walls and rolling them gently whilst licking and kissing your swollen bud.
you would’ve been opposed to it because there’s no way fingering it out would prevent pregnancy but the way his textured fingertips roll in waves and rub up on your g-spot, you couldn’t be. johnny’s hot tongue slobbering like the mutt he is on your juicy folds, making you drunk once more, drunk enough so you won’t notice how he’s practically fucking his thick cum deeper into you!
toji wouldn’t necessarily call himself a cherry chaser but when he laid his eyes on you, he knew he just had to have you. you’re just so much softer and gentle and sweeter than he could ever be, he craved to feel your soft lips on his scarred skin and smell the aroma of your perfumes and scented lotions.
and you thought it was just so cool, that a big guy like toji would wanna be with somebody like you. you should’ve at least expected it sooner, that he would want something from you. you can’t help yourself! you’re just too nervous, too shy to give yourself to a man, even if he was the most handsome and sexiest guy you’d ever met. he’s awfully touchy and lovey and part of you just feels bad. you’re too unsure of dressing in front of him, too diffident to keep a kiss going, but you really wanted to make sure he felt good.
but toji loves you, so he sticks around. tells you about all the other ways you could make him feel so good.
he lays you down comfortably on his bed as he unbuckles his belt beside you.
“mmm, i don’t know, toji. never done this before.”
giving you a reassuring grin and nod while retrieving your hand in his bigger palm, “don’t gotta do anything, baby. don’t know why you’re so worried, i’ll handle everything. jus’ sit there all pretty for me.” he snaps his boxers off just below the pudge of his cock, and god he’s big. he takes your hesitant hand and manipulates it around. you whine gently when your fingertips squish up against a vein, he swears under his breath as he wraps his hand around your pliable one. slowly at first, he starts to stroke himself with your palm. he’s raging hard and he can tell if he doesn’t concentrate on not coming immediately on your inexperienced hand, he’ll shoot. and he can’t let this opportunity go to waste so quickly.
“you’re so hard…” you’re practically hypnotized, the way big drops of pre pumps out of his leaky cockhead and coats his foreskin and length in a shiny layer makes your mouth water. “god, i’m always this way around you, doll. make me feel like–like a teenager again.” his breath hitches when he feels you trying to go faster, allowing it.
“mhm, that’s good.” he grips your hand tighter and bucks impatiently into your palm, your hand now slippery and gooey with his sticky pre. “thinking about that tight cunt you’re too shy about. you wondering what i’d feel like inside you? inside that tight, virgin pussy?”
“toji, stop it.” you pout at his words, they are working considering how tight you have your thighs clamped. you always wonder about it. especially now, seeing his thick cock just weeping in front of you. how he’d prep you up and talk about how he’s been waiting for this day, pushing his chubby tip through the tight ring of your heat. you can’t take your eyes away from how fucking big he is. your fingers start to cramp when he races them against himself, coming incredibly hard into the air onto your wrist. big, heavy load just sitting on your knuckles and his rough jeans. next time he won’t let that go to waste!
you may have gone overboard with the cleaning. your apartment doesn’t look lived in, more like an IKEA showroom. it’s not like nanami’s an inspector, he’s your boyfriend. new though, you’re not very close and it’s only been a couple of months but he was manly enough to ask you to be his valentine, how could you resist!
he’s just so perfect, you daydream while flattening the creases of the couch’s pillow. golden and groomed blonde hair, ironed suits, old fashioned manners. how his voice goes softer when he’s speaking to you, his strong teeth and subtle smile only coming out for you. it feels like you’ve won a national prize every time you break his calm and collected attitude and manage to make his pale complex warm up. you dimmed the living room since you planned a casual movie-night with him, hopefully not too casual for him.
god knows he’ll show up in his signature suit and sit up-right while you play a stupid rom-com. that would be kind of nice. finally all alone, together, on a comfy couch. you could crawl onto his lap, tug on his tie, lick on his collared neck. kiss him like you mean it, no fear of the public.
you squint at your suddenly changed thoughts and get up with a sigh, knowing him, he might not make a move. but he’s only a man…?
you wait for the door’s bell. when it comes, you give yourself a few seconds and fix your hair before walking to the door. you can’t make it seem like you’d been waiting, that’d be ridiculous. suddenly your thoughts of changing your clothes because it’s a bit too chilly pass your mind when you see him. like lava streams in your blood, you warm up to a casual nanami. a pretty man dressed in a gray sweatshirt that painfully compliments his skin showed up timely to spend time with his girlfriend on valentine’s, you could faint!
“hello. picked up flowers on the way, these are for you.” he tilts the bouquet, your favorite, towards you gently, grinning warmly, making his eyes squint. you swear you could eat his face.
“thank you, thank you!” you’re handed the flowers as he steps closer to you, pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead as you take them, inhaling the floral aroma mixed with his peppery and woody cologne.
“i love them, but you didn’t have to, really.”
“it’s valentine’s day and the least i could do.” same soft smile on his lips.
you smile, too hard, at his gesture and move to the side to let him in. he kicks off his shoes as you quickly close and lock the front door, placing the flowers on the kitchen counter.
“it’s not too hot in here, i hope.”
“it’s just fine,” he offhandedly observes the room, an appreciation for what you’ve done to the place. he tugs at his sleeves and rolls them up, revealing strong forearms. jesus christ. you snap out of your gaze and rush to sit at the couch, a thick blanket and a couple of fluffy pillows decorated the comfy space. rich chocolate and drinks already set at the coffee-table, and his favorite desserts from a bakery? you pat at the spot next to you and hold back a giggle when he sits next to you. his black pants spreading neatly over his thighs, your eyes carefully wandering to the seam of the zipper, your mouth pooling.
“here, get comfy.” you toss the large pull-over on the both of you, taking in the sight of him, shuffling closer to you and warming up to the blanket around him.
“quite a fine home you’ve got, it’s extremely cozy.” he throws an arm over you.
“i try. it’s not usually this… tidy.”
“what? you’re trying to impress me?” he teases.
“it’s your first time over, i wanna make you feel good an’ comfy.”
“well, it’s working.” he smooths his hand over your hot cheek, the metal of his ringed index finger brushing over you.
you spend the remaining time opening chocolate and bakery boxes, feeding each other and occasionally kissing while a movie plays in the background. you hope for any move during the time he’s with you, any move at all. maybe a lingering kiss. it’s so distracting the way the shadows of the dark room and light source from the tv brighten his sharp features. you’re leaning into his warm chest as his fingers graze over your exposed thighs, sipping the wine you bought that he surprisingly, and thankfully, really enjoyed.
another scene of the characters just talking and spilling lore, he sets the half-full glass down and focuses on you. eyes on the screen but his palm has splayed to soothe and grope over your thigh. he notices your obedience, spreading your legs just by the tiniest bit. his slips his hand into your inner thigh and that’s where you roll your body slowly.
his eyes are now on you, and your bodies mingled under the sheet as you watch the movie. mmm, thank god you wore thin shorts and a random t-shirt. you feel as his fingers graze over your thinly covered cunt, tips coming down to rub your clit. your gaze stays straight but you don’t focus, you’re unable too.
“c’mere,” nanami fixes your slouched posture so you sit with your back on his chest, your legs open and pliable for him to touch and grope at your body.
“kento.” you mumble, dazed, when his hand slides underneath your damp panties to tease at your folds.
“mhm, you’re so beautiful.” he sniffs at your hair as his other hand grips under your bra to hold and fondle your breast. the wine was really getting to you both. a sudden pulse at your lower back as he grinds gently into you, how tight had his pants gotten?
finally, finally, he got his hands on you. even under a blanket, you look down to watch the fabric move in waves as he rubbed your most sensitive parts, the alcohol heightening your senses. skilled hands pacing gentle but greedy circles on your buds as you gripped the remote. you appreciate his sexual activity, it’s just so much more aggressive than you thought he ever could be. his sweet words and gestures all hid his intrusive and perverse actions.
“god, i need to feel you.” he highlights his eagerness with an extra squeeze. you pathetically push the blanket off the couch and with trembling hands, you move yourself to face him. he lays himself down as you sit on his lap. you moan quietly when you feel him against your soiled shorts, bucking your hips down to get more of the twitching sensation below his belt. humping the fat chub under his pants, you craved it more than anything.
“uh-huh, that’s good. baby, you’re so good to me. that’s it.” his hands hold a bruising grip on your hips as you grind slowly but firmly on his hard cock.
“couldn’t stop thinking about this,” he groans when you rub your fat cunt directly on his tip, “this pretty body on mine, you’re so fucking hard to resist.” his cursing going right to your achy clit. you hop off and watch him violently take his belt off, switching your spots and filling the void between your legs with his hips. pulling his sweater off and tossing it as you do the same with your top. his pale skin so handsome and soft with his softer muscles and a layer of fat on his stomach from eating all his favorite breads. so sexy, you wrap your legs around his waist. you shake your head at the condom he pulls out from his pocket.
“needa feel you, your cock in me, please. don’t want anything between us, kento, please please. it’s valentine’s, let me do this for you.”
“perfect girl, you’re gonna kill me.” but he complies, gladly tossing the latex and pulling the confinements of his cock down. you whine at his contents. big and hard, the first time you’ve seen this part of him. you love it, he hasn’t even fucked you and you already love it, love him.
you nod aggressively when he lines his chubby, weeping tip against your soppy pussy. letting it catch a few times as he rocks back and forth, the moves of his sexy hips making you throb. he fulfills his own fantasies of his raw cock on his beautiful girl’s wet cunt whilst she begs for him to fill her up and make her his.
“you want it, sweetheart?”
“more than anything, yes yes yes.”
“no protection, nothing protecting you? you sure, love? it’s risky.”
“don’t care. i’ll have your babies if you want to, if i have to – jus’ give it to me.”
“mmm, babies, huh… you sure that’s not the wine talking?” sick, even if it wasn’t the lust from being slightly tipsy, he wouldn’t, couldn’t, stop himself.
you could cry with all the teasing he’s doing but you lose your breath when he pushes himself into your perfect, tight cunt. all his. he takes your limp and delicate upper frame to his advantage and undoes your bra. nanami rolls himself deeper into you as he watches your pretty tits bounce with every move.
“so good, ken, thank you..!” as he presses himself into the depths of your cunt. you're unbelievably tight and so warm when he bottoms out as far as he can without really breaking you in.
he’s slow, eager and certainly not collected as he usually is but he takes his time to fuck you. you’re so drunk on lust and sex that you just agree to whatever he says. his pretty girl wants to be all his? have his kids? marry him and be taken care of and fucked so good daily? you nod and babble to all of it. as he speeds up, his sloppy kisses and skilled tongue on your nipples slow and he concentrates on making you both come. the movie ended a while ago and the rooms filled with groans and moans, sloppy and slippery squelches and slaps.
his kisses his thumb wet and massages little circles into your sensitive clit. you writhe at not only the delicious friction but how you tighten up again around his cock, stretching you out all over again.
“close, i’m close. keep fucking me, kento, yes, mhm. yesyesyes..” you jump at the overwhelming, intense orgasm and milk out every single ribbon of creamy cum into you. growling and furrowing his dark brows as he creams directly at your cervix.
“good, good girl.” he snaps through his teeth as he finishes inside you. smoothing his hand over your pelvis and under your naval. gasping and panting as you both collect yourselves. he sinks down to rub his sweating face into your neck, kissing you gently again as you pull and stroke his blonde locks. ending such a day with all his love! <3
cw : age gap, 30-40's with 18+ reader, posessive/slightly toxic nanami, spanking, ccuuummmmm
olderboyfriend!nanami who comes your way, very unexpectedly. you could question why his instincts leaned towards a young lady like you, when he himself carries a sophisticated attitude with ironed suits and framed glasses.
you’re not complaining, though!
olderboyfriend!nanami who takes his time to get you to warm up to him, knows he’s intimidating to the average person with his stoic and reserved resting face. but he knows a girl like you just needs a little more time.
olderboyfriend!nanami knows how to schedule and work around things. always managing to take you on dates every friday, even through his tight work schedule. a dinner, a fancy local restaurant, maybe a movie or bar if he’s feeling playful.
olderboyfriend!nanami who takes appreciation in every gesture you do for him. his sweet baby who goes out of her way to bake him a sweet treat or pick up his favorites from his dearest bakery.
olderboyfriend!nanami who doesn’t only love you but guides you. feeling stressed out about work or university? don’t even worry—nanami’s got you all figured out. whether you need help organizing your messy set-up and schedules, or if you just need someone to talk too. he’s just always so reasonable and gives the best advice while understanding and listening to every word you say.
olderboyfriend!nanami who drives you around anytime you need. gotta run some errands? kento’s right outside, wanna go shopping? hell, his card’s already in your hands.
olderboyfriend!nanami who can’t help but keep a hand on you, either for his own comfort or your safety, but he is very protective. taking quick glances of your surroundings as you pick through a clothing rack at your favorite store, his hands never leaving your waist or shoulders. he’s got to ensure his girl’s safety is all! and to make sure no guy your age thinks they’ve got a chance. this goes for anywhere. taking walks with his arm around you and driving around with his hand on your thigh. especially at bars or parties, he knows how guys your age are. they don’t care about your well being, can’t take care of you like he can. obviously you’d be with somebody who’s already got it all figured out!
olderboyfriend!nanami loves domestic moments with you. his only motive to keep going throughout the week is for friday nights into saturday mornings—when he’s got you nice and comfy in his bed, or when he stays the night at your place, which is when he silently plans to get you moved in with him.
he likes to feel you under him, or the feeling of you rubbing your face into his chest when you’re about to fall asleep. he runs his fingers through your hair, soothing himself to sleep.
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olderboyfriend!nanami who, along with being overprotective with his actions, tells you in bed. his mature hands running over and over your body as he fucks himself into you. kissing your pretty face between thrusts, and speaks,
“can’t imagine myself without you, god—you’re all mine, y’know that, pretty? nobody’s gonna feel you and love you like i do. nobody.”
olderboyfriend!nanami who enjoys ending and starting his day with burying his cock into your sweet cunt. keeping you tightly against him as you cockwarm him into the morning. some days you’ll wake up before him, admire how his usually tamed, blonde hair runs messily with sleep. you’ll notice the morning wood he’s got going and take it as your duty to wake you precious, older man with a sweet morning treat.
just how thankful he gets when he’s woken by your hot, young mouth around his length. his darling suckling at his creamy tip for breakfast.
olderboyfriend!nanami who loves watching you touch yourself. maybe he’s got you twirling around in lingerie you brought for him with his card. he’ll lay you down and watch as you moan and grind your hips restlessly with your smaller fingers rubbing at your clit. teasing you, he’ll keep his greedy eyes on the way your pussy leaks with every praise he adores you with, his own hand adjusting himself through sweatpants.
olderboyfriend!nanami who can’t himself when it comes to your skin. with his possessiveness, he just wants to mark you in any way possible. kissing your lips long enough until your lips are plump with blood and pouting from how he keeps teasing you. leaving love bites on your neck, trailing to your breasts, licking them softly to show some type of poise. sucking hickeys onto your neck, barely low enough to hide them with the collar of your work shirt.
his favorite—when you’re acting up. get a little too comfortable with him, say something you know you’ll regret and you’ll end up over his knee. smacking handprints into your perfect body, putting you back into your place, he just can’t get enough of it.
another favorite would be pumping load after load into your tight pussy. too many to count, thick and heavy loads of cum filling you to the brim. you could almost forget his older age with the stamina he’s got of a young man. aaa, he’s perfect, you wouldn’t take him any other way!
nice and warm light hits your complexion just right as you get ready for bed in front of the bathroom mirror. in john’s much too big t-shirt and your panties, simple get up just to sleep in tomorrow on a saturday, as if this wasn’t your daily set of pjs.
you see your man in the side of the mirror as he walks up into the bathroom. groaning as he stretches his arms up, standing just behind you as you giggle at his entrance. his muscles flexing so perfectly. filling his own sleep shirt, which he will take off later in the night, when he rests them back down, his hands finding their place on your hips.
“what a beauty.” coming down to rest his chin on your shoulder, his beard scratching up against your face.
“ready for bed?” he grunts a reply as you smooch a kiss on his jaw before he straightens his back. you continue to massage your moisturize into your skin while his hands never leave your body. tracing firm shapes into your body with his palms, pulling back the fabric to see the pretty dips and curves of your body. he hums in satisfaction as a result and goes back to hold your body in his arms.
john’s careful not to slip his hands underneath your his shirt, knowing how warm his hands are, you’d jolt immediately to the sudden change. so he gropes your body through the little clothes you have on, massaging his large hands up and up to cup your breasts from underneath. “jus’ perfect, you are.” you press up against him, your hands pausing as you watch and feel his hands rub and soothe the swells of your chest. his own hips pressing to your ass, his boxers failing to conceal the bulge he’s got going. a throb aching behind your panties when he kisses your neck.
satoru just loves how soft you feel on his clothed body. your chubby mellow thighs snug against his own as you lean him up against the headboard. your hips digging to the bottom of his torso when you push to kiss him soo lovingly.
kissing him like he’ll disappear if you let his face go. and satoru kisses you back with more love. a couple worshipping each other passionately. after a few pecks just for good measure, he admires you carefully. fixing the turned strap of your thin tank top and sides of your creased panties, “so beautiful, angel.”
you squeeze his thick, hard bicep as he strokes your neck with one hand and holds your hip in the other.
kissing his soft wrist, “let me ride you, ‘toru.”
“mmm,” he hums, “go ahead, baby.”
like routine, you sit back just behind his bulge and tug down on his pants, tossing them. your mouth going dry at the sight of his cock tightly snug under his boxers, which are later thrown to the same pile. he naturally grabs a large condom from the nightstand, tearing it open with his teeth before rolling it down his length.
although curious, he distracts himself from watching you tie your hair up out of your face. only stopping after he’s completed it down, watching how you back up some more to lean down to his thighs.
you kiss the pale skin around his now plump base, pecking at the white hairs below his navel. you continue this act of sudden calm. peppering your love around your favorite, keeping your eyes on his covered cock, licking teasingly at the latex. gojo feels himself throb at your tranquility, your patience making him feel dazed.
“what’s up with you, baby? so eager before –” his amused smile dropping lightly when you look back up at him. he recognizes that ruttish desire behind your eyes, your wide gaze conveying so much more.
you tongue at the loose tip of the condom, sliding your tongue down to the base ring. opening your mouth just a little more, revealing your teeth and biting carefully. you keep the eye contact, enjoying how hypnotized the big guy looked. you peel it back off and throw it down to the pile of clothes. the pile of things keeping him away from you. before he can call any objections, you move closer to him, “know you wan’ it, ‘toru.”
sultry, so sensual he thinks as you discard your other restrictions. soft top and pretty bra gone. you keep a steady hold on his shoulders as he holds his now raw cock up for you to sink down on.
“you bratty girl, could’ve just told me you wanted to feel me from the in–side,” his head sexily throws back as he lets out a loud groan. your cunt fluttering against the new feeling of skin to skin, his sticky tip pushing through your tight, hot walls.
“but you just had to pull off a little show, huh?” he gathers his composure and dominance, his big hands finding their way to the fat of your hips as you sit with him bottomed out inside.
“i‘m sorry, ‘toru.” your little apology meaning nothing when you cry out moans as you move up and down and up and down on his lap.
you slowly lose stamina but keep humping down against him, keeping yourself caved into his neck. breathing heavily into his sweaty neck before whining softly into his ear. your noises make him twitch and pulse inside you. your bounces regain power after feeling a thick vein rub against your sweet spot, which also happens to be gojo’s most sensitive part. quickly, you move to chase your high, the burning sensation of being so so so close so fast sends you blabbering.
“gonna come, satoru, i’m gonna c–ome…!” your pretty fingers dig into his neck and back, leaving red marks that he can’t focus on,
“mhhm, gonna come too, baby, keep going. ohmygod ‘m never gonna fuck you with that stupid shit again, jus’ raw from now, yeah? feel this pretty pussy on my cock.” how could he have gone so long without feeling you? really feeling you? having your moans ring in his ears and your pretty soft body squished on his strong, lean one was already so perfect. but having your bare cunt squeeze and hug his cock sent him to the edge, literally.
his hard grip bruises your waist as he shoots out a thick heavy load right against your cervix. he swears he heard you mumble thank you’s as you come around him. the fuzzy warmth from his cum and dizziness from your intense orgasm overwhelms you and you lean up against him to lay on him. satoru kisses your sweet scented hair, deciding he’s throwing out every rubber in the house!
toji’s got you exactly where he wants you. soft and pliable, a little cold to the side of him on the couch. you’re invested in the show broadcasted on the TV, mouth dropped a little with your eyes glued on what’ll happen next. your hands are clenched gently on toji’s shirt as you guys cuddle with a small pull-over on the both of you.
he couldn’t care less about the show but he’s real intrigued by you. his hands rub and grope at the fat of your thighs carefully, smoothing his knuckles on your cold skin.
his face resting on your head, leaving the occasional kiss to your temple or a sniff of the perfume behind your neck.
usually the closest he could get without you flustering up immediately was casual cuddling. so these little touches on your legs and his body pressing up behind yours was the biggest privilege to him. he can’t scare you off so easily so he continues.
“awh!” you jolt up slightly when the episode’s left on a cliffhangers, advertisements and trailers play on the cable. “can’t believe it.” whispering as you accept defeat and relax back down again, a pout on your face as your hand trails down to find your boyfriend’s strong hand on your upper thigh.
“toj’...” your squeeze at him, your body suddenly warming.
“don’t know how you focused. so invested. i definitely couldn’t pay attention.” he emphasizes by kneading the fat of your hips.
you roll from your side to resting your back on the armrest, “mm, you’re so dramatic.” taking your hand to brush your fingers on his sculpted jaw. he takes this time to get a hold of it and pepper kisses on your hand
“yeah, for good reason.” he speaks between pecs, taking his time to trail down your body. but crawling down quick enough before you can object. cherishing the pieces of skin that’s exposed from your raised shirt, all the soft skin your shorts expose. your arms coming to rest beside you, unsure what to do as the experienced man presses smooches into you.
deep and possessive mutters come from him, “so perfect. this untouched body, all mine. you know how sexy it is? knowing i’m the only one who knows how you feel?” he dips his head between your thighs as he looks up to your needy but nervous expression. you close your legs to hold any modesty you have left. you’ve never done anything with him, let alone anything with anybody. your hearts racing–it’s too much to decide if you do really want this, what if you embarrass yourself in front of him? he rubs low and shallow circles on your kneecaps, open-mouth kisses on your body.
“you’re overthinking it, baby. i jus’ wanna make you come, right on my fingers–make you feel so good. that so bad?”
“toji, i don’t…” you pause.
your fingers dip into the waistband of your shorts and you slide them down.
“yeah, there she is, my good girl.” he helps you with the rest. he’s so incredibly eager and he shows it. throwing your shorts to the ground like they’re nothing before diving between your legs. he smiles hard at the sticky spot of your panties and presses his thumb at your clothed clit. your back arches off the couch from the sudden impact, starting to moan quietly at how he conditions you to his touch by circling his finger on your wanting bud. before you know it, your only protection is ripped away and toji’s eyeing your cunt like the greedy man he is. he spits a good glob of saliva on the hood and watches how it dribbles down past your folds, slick with your own arousal, to the couch cushions.
he sucks on his middle finger for a second and teases the tip at your fluttering hole,
“pretty virgin pussy, you ever take anything besides your own little fingers?”
you shake your head, biting your lip knowing just one of his fingers could deflower you alone. you throb at the thought and buck your hips, “put it in already.”
“mhm, can’t wait to hear that again.” he squeezes past the soft folds whilst thumbing your clit, his finger digging in carefully as you wince. you’re pouring of soppy gloss as he manages to reach another finger into you, cooing at your little curses and urges. reassuring you with dirty words like you’re so warm, sweet girl. gonna feel this way around my cock when i have my way, huh? gonna sound so pretty when i fuck your little body. tight and fuckin’ wet, bet you taste so good.
he tongues at the mess around your labia and tight hole, making you gasp. something so warm and fluid, nothing like you’ve felt before. just safe vibrators and your hands to make you come but this, this was so much. so much more intense–now he’s fucking your tight pussy with his tongue. it already felt so long and hot in your mouth and now it’s inside you.
your hips roll, a strong stir in your lower back. “toji–augh, oh! mmm–can’t, it’s so much. gonna come toji i’m close”
you come undone, right on his mouth as he continues fucking you through your orgasm. praising you and kissing your inner thighs, licking his fingers clean. pressing a few to your clit, making you giggle through exhaustion when he tries kissing your lips when his are covered with your wetness. mmm he can’t wait for the day you let him really love you!
simon ‘ghost’ riley overstimulating his sweet gf !
cw : headlock, overstim, slight dubcon, slapping, sexy ass simon
poor you, thinking your bulky boyfriend would return stressed and in need of some relief. a massage maybe, a good lunch, a small kiss from his darling. as logical as it sounds, simon came back with an urge that he just couldn’t get rid off.
greeted with a geared up, tall man, you can’t even finish a hi baby before he practically walks all over you. pushing you inside, his gloved palms immediately finding their place on your waist and chest, closing the front door.
“so fuckin’ tough it is,” he squeezes your face as he towers over you, “bein’ away from you.”
he finds himself breathing in the soft scent of your hair, leaning deep into your neck and kissing your neck behind his cloth mask. you drop gently into his arms as he holds you close. the intoxicating aroma of his natural musk and smokiness of gunpowder radiating from beneath his gear.
later, even after telling him how you’ve cooked for him, cleaned the sheets for him, organized the home so it’s all cozy for him, simon tells you he’ll get to it but for right now, he needs you. you laid back across his still geared body, his dirty, mean, mean words right above your ear. his heavy attachments bruising your half nude top and back of your hips as he forces you to stay down, his left arm down to hold your left leg open as his thick, right fingers pump thoroughly into your cunt.
“ngh-mmm, simon!” you moan out desperately as he pulls what feels like your fifteenth orgasm. your legs shaking from the coerced impact, your slick dribbling down your open thighs onto his getup. your face being as wet, flushed cheeks covered in tears.
he doesn’t care, in fact he’s awfully amused by the reaction he’s managed to get out of you, the reaction he’s been dreaming about.
“gonna give me anotha one, yeah?” his bare fingers circle your chubby, raw clit.
“mm-mm, can’t. don’t wanna.” you yelp and arch off his stomach when he sends a harsh slap! onto your pussy.
“hell you mean you ‘don’t wanna’? ya cunt’s tellin’ me otherwise, dovey. be good now n don’t lie to me, or i’ll really hurt ya.” emphasizing on the word hurt as he leaves your limp leg to wrap his husky arm snug around your head, choking another cry out from you.
“yeah? you got tha’?” you nod profusely as much you can, making him chuckle to your barely able form.
the sensitivity doesn’t go down, now instead of being able to see his skilled forearm fidget in and out of you, you can only feel it. staring at the dim ceiling with teary eyes with his heavy breathing and whispers.
a very subtle yet strong wave of pleasure washes over you as you thrash and whine under his pressured hold. “yeeeaah, was that so hard?” he lets go of you, his mask under his lower lip as he kisses your dazed face. all he wanted was to make you feel good, lovey!
