plug!choso feels as if he’d just had the worst day of his life when you dont let him lick your pussy. He could stay between your legs for hours, days, maybe even forever if you’d let him. he’d stay there, suckling on your clit, lapping at it with his tongue, gazing up at you with a drunken expression.
plug!choso experiences nirvana whenever he gets to taste you on his tongue, licking your arousal off of his lips after he’d made you cum on his face.
plug!choso would groan at the feeling of your hands tugging his pigtails loose, hair falling beautifully around his face. his hips would rut against the mattress each time your thighs would clench around his head, suffocating him—he might cry if you stopped.
plug!choso would get off on overstimulating you, loving to hear you cry out for him. “Nngh—stop-! Ah—more-c-cho!”
plug!choso loved when you went dumb for him, always pushing his head closer while you babbled nonsense. he loved knowing he had the honor of seeing you like this, a squirming, desperate mess. he’d push his fingers into your sloppy cunt, eyes rolling back as your pussy sucked his fingers in.
“F-fuck—“ he’d moan, his cock throbbing in his pants, aching for release of his own.
plug!choso would sneak one hand down while the other curled inside your gummy walls, trailing down the front of his sweats and down his boxers. He’d rub his thumb over his weeping slit, telling you how hard and needy he was for you while licking at your swollen nub.
plug!choso would cum in his pants the second you praised him, calling him your good boy. he’d nod against your pussy, pleading for you to say it again.
Your praise paired with the taste of your sweet cream would take him to a new high, one that could never be reached using blunts—no matter how perfectly he’d roll them.
Your husband was pounding into your poor pussy, gaze fixated on where your cunt greedily sucked his cock in. He was desperate to pump his load into you, there was nothing he wanted more than to fill you up and make you his—except he couldn’t.
You relished in your husband’s inability to cum inside without your permission, taking great advantage of the fact. Your lidded eyes were glued to Sylus’s face, drinking up the desperation he was pouring out in the form of thrusts.
“____, please—sweetheart it, nngh, hurts,” he gasped, chasing his orgasm just for it slip away once again. Sylus’s hair fell beautifully over his shoulders, creating a curtain around your face, keeping your feild of view restricted to him and only him. You took a lock in between your fingers, running your thumb over his silky hair before letting it slip, reaching your hand up and behind his neck, pulling Sylus down on top of you fully.
Sylus instinctively licked into your mouth, the pace of his hips never faltering. You sucked on his tongue, making his brain go foggy—the only thing on his mind was you, you, you.
“Hh-ahh, y-you can hold it a bit l-longer for your wife, c-ca—anghh—n’t you, Sy?” you murmured against his lips, your attempt to come off as dominant proved to be futile, with the way your brain turned to mush whenever you felt Sylus’s fat tip plunging into you again and again.
“Y-you’re gonna kill me,” Sylus groaned into your mouth, his fangs nipping your bottom lip. As soon as he tasted the tangy flavor of metallic blood coming from your lip, Sylus choked on a moan. He couldn’t hold out any more, he needed to cum. He needed your permission.
“Sweetheart, ffuck—I’m begging you, I need to—hhng—cum! Y-you can do anything you want to me after—just once, baby, p-please—nnghh,” Sylus kept rambling against your neck, licking and sucking at your skin, hoping you’d finally give him what he wanted. You clenched down on him hard, moaning at the feeling of him deep inside.
“Y-yeah, need your cum too, S-sy,” you whimpered, locking your legs around his waist, pushing him impossibly deeper into your hungry cunt.
“S-say, it, sweetheart, l-let me fill you up like we both w-want, yeah?”
“Cum for me, Sy,” it was as it a switch had flipped in his head with the way Sylus came on demand. His eyes rolled back, fluttering with intense pleasure as you came with him, your nails digging into his back.
Sylus slowly rocked his hips into you, helping you both ride out the wave of pleasure. His thumb rubbed slow circles over your throbbing clit while he peppered kisses all over your chest, muttering thank you’s against your skin.
Despite your brain being void of any and every thought, you knew one thing for certain, you loved letting your husband cum inside.
vampire sylus.. mhm
(+mb if someone’s already done this! i didn’t see it out there</3)
Arthur Morgan | drunk sex + thigh riding - 333 words
“N-no, sweetheart, I ain’t gon’ take advantage of you..” Arthur was trying his hardest to keep his hands to himself, but the way you were rubbing all up on him like a kitten in heat? He wasn’t sure how long he’d last.
“Sweets, you’re— you’re too out of it. No,” Arthur muttered, unable to stop you when you climbed into his lap.
So now, instead of fucking you properly, he stripped your lower half naked, discarding everything but your panties, and rocked your hips against his thigh.
“Arthur..nngh…need more..” Your face was flushed no thanks to the alcohol, slight drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. He thought you looked so cute like this, all messy and needy for him. It pained Arthur to not be able to do more.
“My needy baby…who told you it was a good idea t’go out and get all shitfaced, hm?”
Your puffy clit dragged against the rough material of his jeans, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine with every movement. You felt so sticky, your pussy was leaking juices through your panties and all over his thigh—he was not complaining in the slightest.
You meweled at his words, nodding eagerly. You silently cursed at yourself for getting drunk in the first place since Arthur was always such a gentleman with you. Your grip on his shoulders tightened when you felt the leg under you bounce.
“F-fuck! Arthur— please, s’good but not enough..” he chuckled at your whines, pulling you down against his bouncing leg harder. He could feel his cock throbbing in his pants, knowing he’d have to take care of himself in private while you slept. This was very tough for him, the same as it was for you.
“I know, baby, I know. But good things come to those who wait, no? You just sit pretty on my thigh, get yourself off, then tomorrow when you can think properly outta that pretty little head of yours, I’ll make love to ya.”
Caleb’s tip was flushed the prettiest shade of red, his slit weeping precum all over your your fist. Your gaze flicked up to his fat globs of tears pooling on his waterline, wetness pooling in your panties from the pure look of desperation etched in every crevice of his face.
“Caleb,” you cooed, “don’t cry, baby. Doesn’t it feel good? Am I not making you feel good?” Your sweet voice and mocking pout made his hips buck up into your hand, a sob ripping from his throat.
“N-no! No, pips, feel s’good..” he whimpered, tears now streaming down his face. You knew he was holding back, trying so hard to be a good boy for you, it was evident in the way his own hands were grasping at the sheets pooling around him.
“Aw.. you’re so good for me, aren’t you?” You asked, pressing a kiss to the base of his aching cock from where you kneeled between his legs. You watched as his teeth sunk into his bottom lip—it was almost amusing watching him try so hard to not flip the roles.
“You know you can’t cum though, right? My sweet, pathetic, pup knows he just has to sit pretty and take everything im giving him, doesn’t he?” You giggled when his cock twitched once, then twice.
“B-Baby—m’sorry! M’so, so sorry..” He’d been getting teased and denied for so long yet he still hadn’t once begged for more, he knew he deserved the punishment he was recieving. You love your sweet boy so much. You pressed your thumb harshly onto his slit, watching as his, back arched obscenely with a choked moan.
“Ah—nhg!”
“Y’know, Cal. I’m still pretty upset… you said sorry but how do I know you’re not just saying that so I let you cum, hm?” You asked, brows furrowed as if you were in deep thought, your left hand rubbing slow circles over one of his nippled while your hand stayed on his cock with your thumb still pressed onto his leaking slit. “Don’t you think you deserve to be punished more?”
“Yes! Yes, pips, I was a b-bad boy, need’ta be p-punished,” Caleb gasped.
You grinned.
SMACK!
Caleb sobbed, his hips jerking under your touch. You’d brought the hand that was toying with his nipple down harshly on his cock, the sting from your slap amplifying his pleasure.
“Mmngh—more,” Caleb weakly mumbled. You can’t say you were surprised that getting his cock slapped was the one thing he’d begged for the entire night. Being the loving person you were, you did as he asked, bringing your hand down once more, relishing in the way Caleb’s eyes widened in pain then fluttered shut in pleasure.
Before you even had a chance to slap his throbbing cock once more, he came with a sob, the creamy fluid running down his length. You pouted, not pleased with the fact he came before you said he could.
“Bad boy, Caleb. Such a slutty puppy, cumming from getting his cock slapped…” you frowned, licking a stripe up the length of him, savoring the tangy taste of his cum. “We’ll just have to restart the punishment now, don’t we?”
“M-mmhm,” he nodded frantically, making you press a kiss to his tip as a small reward for being so obedient (despite the fact he had just came without your permission).
Caleb stared at you with a dazed expression, his heart beating a thousand miles per minute, matching the pace of his throbbing cock—he didn’t think he’d ever been happier. His lidded eyes gazed down at where you brought your hand back in preparation to slap him once more, the corners of his lips curling up ever so slightly in satisfaction.
If this was the price he had to pay for finishing the last of your favorite body wash, he’d make sure repeat the same “mistake” again and again and again.
very mad that as soon as i logged into lads caleb said my period was soon </3 like please wasn’t i on it like yesterday why is it back already
“C’mon girl, stay quiet f’me can’t’cha?” Arthur muttered into your ear. The two of you were hidden under the covers in his tent, trying to get some much needed alone time as a party raged on at Clemens Point right outside. Arthur propped himself up on one elbow as the other arm rubbed slow yet precise circles over your swollen clit.
“I’m tryin’ but y’keep teasin’ me!” you whispered back, your breath hitching mid-sentence. Each slow drag of his throbbing cock against your walls resulted in whines spilling from your lips, muffled by your hand.
“Is that right?” Arthur pushed into you at a slightly rougher pace then before, earning him a glare from you—which proved to be futile due to your eyes soon rolling back into your head.
“Arthur!” you mewled, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. He chuckled lowly at your attempts to stay quiet, knowing he wasn’t exactly doing anything to help with the way his thumb pressed harshly down on your clit.
“You’re okay, girl. Doing so good f’me,” Arthur groaned, pressing soft kisses on the corner of your jaw. Arthur wanted nothing more than to pick up the pace, wanting to pound into you with no worries of other people hearing them.
“I—I need more, Arthur,” you pleaded. Your moans had grown the slightest bit louder which had caused Arthur to slow his hips down, not wanting others to realize what was hapoening in his tent. With someone else, he wouldn’t’ve cared—but with you, the mere thought of allowing anyone else to hear you sing the way you did for Arthur when you were under him made him nauseous.
“I know, sweetheart, I know. But I gotta give it to ya slow, alright? Don’t need none o’those—shit—idiots hearin’ my girl.” Arthur peppered kisses down your neck, over your chest, before stopping at your nipples to take one into his mouth.
You whined at his words, not liking his answer. Truth be told, you couldn’t care less if the world heard what you and Arthur were up to, all you wanted was for him to fuck you properly just like you’d asked him to.
“Mmh’m close,” you whispered, not trusting yourself to speak louder.
Arthur let go of your nipple with a pop before speaking, “Yeah? Then cum for me, love. And since my girl did so good, maybe next time we’re in Rhodes I’ll get us a room at the hotel and worship her properly, hm?”
i acc don’t remember if theres a hotel in rhodes...mb if theres any spelling errors i didn’t catch! </3
“you could’ve just told me pips…I could’ve been making you feel good long ago,” Caleb cooed into your ear. Your breaths sputtered out in gasps, your legs twitching violently under Caleb.
He had you locked underneath him, the heat of his body englufing you, the scent of your bodywash that he used filled your senses, only hightening your pleasure.
“NnHhgg! Ahh-Hah!” you couldn’t even speak, your thoughts were compiled into mush. Caleb chuckled as he continued pumping his metal fingers in and out of you. The contrast of the cool plates on his bionic arm stimulating that one spot deep inside your hot, gummy walls made your mind shortcircuit.
“Awh, baby’s already dumb?” Caleb asked, voiced laced with fake concern. He wasn’t exactly planning on being nice to you—after all, you were the one pleasuring yourself to the though of him without him knowing.
He supposed that made him a hypocrite considering the thing that’d gotten you so worked up was walking in on him with just a towel around his waist mere moments after he’d hung white ribbons on the floor of the bathtub.
A sudden whirring sound made your eyes prick with fat tears. Caleb’s metal thumb pressed harshly onto your clit, the newly installed vibrating feature on his arm making you see stars.
“C-caleb! Ah—hhnng— t-too mu-uhhhnn!” you cried out, fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Too much? But when I walked in on you earlier weren’t you cryin’ on your fingers about how it wasn’t enough? Tsk tsk, make up your mind dumb baby. m’only tryna help my sweet girl,” Caleb’s voice was so condescending it made you clench harder around his fingers.
Your legs trembled with each thrust and press of his thumb into your clit. He curled his fingers into your sweet spongy spot, digging into you. You swore you felt drool leak from the side of your mouth.
“Stop movin’ pips. Or do I need to hold you still with my evol?” you almost came at the thought of it.
based off of the new card lolol + im on my period and horny so yall get this as a treat
You were ecstatic, you had the next two weeks off and you got to spend it all with Caleb in skyhaven. You hadn’t seen him in so long and you were missing him terribly!
Though as much as you missed him, you were also extremely tired. You’d wanted to work extra hard before your time off of work to convince yourself that you’d earned it (you definitely deserved that break), so all that extra effort made you exhausted.
There was nothing you wanted more than to go home with Caleb, take a shower, then curl up on the couch and watch TV. The two of you had been talking about finally starting a show together and you hoped to finally make that happen.
After Caleb picked you up and took you home, you rushed into the bathroom, relaxing in the warm water’s embrace. Your phone sat on the counter, playing a random playlist off of it while you scrubbed yourself clean.
As you dried your hair in the room you were staying in, your thoughts drifted away, reminicing on the last time you’d spent time with Caleb. It’d been a while since the two of you had hung out properly so you’d wanted to make a list of activites that you could do the next day.
As you reached for your phone, you frowned.
“Did I leave it in the bathroom..?” you muttered to yourself. Cursing softly at your forgetfulness, you walked with back towards the bathroom.
The hallway was quiet, the only noises being the soft whirr of the air conditioning unit and the faint sounds of your footsteps. You pulled the bathroom door open, blinking a couple times as your eyes processed the divine being in front of you.
“You…” Caleb looked startled, the tips of his ears turning cherry red.
“I..” your eyes raked down his torso, taking in the sight of only a towel wrapped around his waist. His bionic arm dripped with water, catching your eye as if it was a shiny jewel. You wanted to lick him.
“F-fuck, sorry! Wrong room.” It was definitely the right room. Your eyes darted around before landing on him again. You didn’t fail to notice how the air smelled oddly sweet, familiar.
Is that my…?
Your thighs clenched together. Did he use your body wash? Caleb followed your gaze to the two bottles of body wash sitting right next to eachother on the shower rack. Yours, half-empty, and then his, full. He had no reason to use yours…
Caleb swallowed thickly before plastering a smirk on his face.
“Be careful when you open doors next time. What are the chances that Caleb is actually in Caleb’s bathroom, you know?” his nonchalant attitude made your face flush. You turned, muttering another quick apology before retreating to the room you were staying in.
You shut the door behind you right away, not even bothering with getting your phone. An unbearable ache had settled between your legs as soon as you’d laid eyes on him. Your cunt weeped, leaking so much that your panties were sticking to you, making you feel soo dirty.
Your previous exhaustion was now replaced with an overwhelming need. You couldn’t believe yourself, why were you having these thoughts about Caleb? You grew up with him, you’d seen him shirtless before!
Why was it different this time?
You leaned against the headboard of the bed, your hand sneaking down the front of your shorts, through the neat patch of hair, lightly tracing your clit with your fingertips. You pressed the palm of your other hand against your mouth, muffling your soft sounds.
You felt flithy. You were getting off to Caleb, in his house, without him knowing! Was he using your body wash to pleasure himself too? Was he thinking about you as well? You had so many questions—ones that you needed answers to otherwise you’d go insane.
You slipped one finger into your entrance, biting down on your palm to muffle your whine. You didn’t like how your finger’s were never enough. You knew he’d be better, you knew he’d fill you up.
“Fuck…need more..” you whimpered quietly.
Unfortunately for you, you weren’t very successful at staying discreet.
The door creaked open.
You gasped, taking your hand out of your shorts immediately. You were internally thanking yourself for deciding to stay under the covers. Despite your thankfullness, your faced burned with shame and embarrassment, but beneath it all, you were aroused. You wanted to get caught by Caleb.
“Hey I wanted to give your phone, everything alright in here?” You took a deep breath in, composing yourself before speaking.
“Yep! Everythings good. And thanks.” You take the phone from him, smiling awkwardly.
“Soo what’s going on?” Caleb’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was inspecting you.
“Nothing, and you’re not supposed to just barge into my bedroom, what if i was doing something private?” you internally cursed at yourself for your word choice, realizing you’d practically given yourself away.
“Oh? What exactly are you doing that requires you to hide from me?” He asked, stepping closer to the side of the bed where you laid. Your body sunk further into the pillows, wanting the bed to swallow you whole. Caleb’s gaze shot to where your thighs rubbed against eachother under the blanket subconsciously.
A knowing grin spread on his face. Your own nervous smile faltered. You didn’t know what to say. You knew he knew what you were doing. Now the question was, who’d make the first move?
“What were you doing, ____?” he asked, his voice suddenly low, “What isn’t enough?”
Your breath got caught in your throat, he heard your complaint?
“M-my fingers..” shit, why were you telling him? Was it look in his eyes that told you how badly he wanted you to confess? Was it the way the sweatpants he was wearing did nothing to conceal his raging hard-on?
“What about your fingers, pips?” he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Right next to you.
“S’not enough… need more.. in me..” you failed to meet his gaze when you spoke. Caleb didn’t mind. He thought it was cute. You were so nervous and he hadn’t even done anything yet.
“Is that right? Do you need my help, sweets?” Caleb asked sincerely. He was already moving on top of you, hid arms bracketing your head. It was pathetic the way you nodded so quick.
Caleb chuckled, letting his metal arm leave a trail of goosebumps over your skin as he made his way down to your soaked panties.
“So wet, pips. Tell me, what were you thinking of, hm?” Caleb asked, rubbing at the damp spot on the fabric.
“Y-you..” you muttered, hips bucking weakly against his hand.
That turned a switch in Caleb. Before you knew it, you were writhing underneath him, his bionic arm bullying your poor pussy.
“you could’ve just told me pips…I could’ve been making you feel good long ago,” Caleb cooed into your ear. Your breaths sputtered out in gasps, your legs twitching violently under Caleb.
He had you locked underneath him, the heat of his body englufing you, the scent of your bodywash that he used filled your senses, only hightening your pleasure.
“NnHhgg! Ahh-Hah!” you couldn’t even speak, your thoughts were compiled mush. Caleb chuckled as he continued pumping his metal fingers in and out of you. The contrast of the cool plates on his bionic arm stimulating that one spot deep inside your hot, gummy walls made your mind shortcircuit.
“Awh, baby’s already dumb?” Caleb asked, voiced laced with fake concern. He wasn’t exactly planning on being nice to you—after all, you were the one pleasuring yourself without him knowing to the thought of him.
He supposed that made him a hypocrite considering the thing that’d gotten you so worked up was walking in on him with just a towel around his waist mere moments after he’d hung white ribbons on the floor of the bathtub.
A sudden whirring sound made your eyes prick with fat tears. Caleb’s metal thumb pressed harshly onto your clit, the newly installed vibrating feature on his arm making you see stars.
“C-caleb! Ah—hhnng— t-too mu-uhhhnn!” you cried out, fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Too much? But when I walked in earlier weren’t you cryin’ on your fingers about how it wasn’t enough? Tsk tsk, make up your mind dumb baby. m’only tryna help my sweet girl,” Caleb’s voice was so condescending it made you clench harder around his fingers.
Your legs trembled with each thrust and press of his thumb into your clit. He curled his fingers into your sweet spongy spot, digging into you. You swore you felt drool leak from the side of your mouth.
“Stop movin’ pips. Or do I need to hold you still with my evol?” you almost came at the thought of it.
“Yes yesyes yes yes! PLEASE!” you begged. You desperately wanted to be held down, you trusted him either your life.
Caleb knew you were the only one for him.
Blue and orange hazy lines of color surrounded you, making your mind go foggy as you felt the pressure of his evol holding you still. The only thing you could do was lay there and take take take take.
“You’d take anything I’d give you, wouldn’t you, my sweet girl?”
“Mmh—mhm!” You were so so good for him, he could almost cry. his fingers rubbed against your sweet spot, his metal arm heightening your pleasure with random bursts of vibrations.
“W-wait, Caleb. Ngh—need more..” you clawed at his back, fingernails digging into his skin.
“Yeah? My dumb girl needs me to fill her up?” you nodded eagerly, making him chuckle, “you’re lucky I could never say no to you.” Caleb pulled his fingers out of your hole, watching as your cunt fluttered and clenched around nothing. He fumbled with his pants, tugging them off.
You felt yourself salivating when Caleb pulled his dick out of his boxers, his tip was flushed, leaking so much pre that your mind went blank at the though of wrapping your lips around his mushroom tip to clean him up.
Caleb tapped his tip against your clit a few times, watching you squirm, circling the swollen nub.
“C-ah-aleb!” you whined.
“okay, okay,” he laughed. he propped your legs up on his shoulders, opening you up for him as he pushed forward. The stretch made you clench down on him, eyes fluttering in pleasure.
“Easy, easy,” Caleb rubbed slow circles on your clit to help you relax. You whimpered against his touch, wanting him deeper.
As if he could sense what you wanted, he pushed the rest inside in one quick motion. You choked on a moan, your heels digging into his back.
“Caleb! Fuck! Mmgh—more!” He was breathing heavy, not believing what was happening. You were under him, begging for him to fuck you. Had he died for a second time and gone to heaven?
“I got you, pips,” Caleb grunted, moving his hips back before thrusting forward.
“Oh my god—“ you whined, fisting the sheets. You felt him deep in you, kissing your sweet spot with every thrust. It was as if he’d known your body for ages.
“Ahh- nhhg, ‘leb!” Caleb peppered kisses up your neck, sucking dark marks on your skin right under your ear.
“You’re doing—fuck—so good for me, pips,” he grunted, his own resolve faltering, “Can’t believe that I—ah—have you like t-this after all this t-time.”
You babbled incoherently, nodding along to his words as you clawed at his shoulders. His hips pushed into you at a madening pace, as if he’d been trying to make up for lost time. You locked your legs around his waist, wanting to keep him in you when he came.
“Ff-uhhck—pips ‘m gonna cum,” Caleb groaned. At that, you clenched toghtly around him, wanting to finish together.
“Y-you’re—hah—close too, hm?” Caleb grinned, pressing his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss. Caleb lazily sucked on your lower lip as he pushed the two of you over the edge,
“Caleb!” you whined, voice muffled against his lips. You felt his cum fill you up—the thought of your own mixing with his making your face flush in all shades of red.
“Shit, pips..” Caleb eased you through your climax before pulling out and gazing down at you. He looked awestruck. Caleb leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead, then your nose, then both of your cheeks. You giggled tiredly, running your hand through his damp hair.
Before he had a chance to say anything, your eyes fluttered shut with fatigue, making Caleb’s eyes widen in shock.
“W-wait! Let me clean you up first, pipsqueak!”
You felt a smile grace your lips as you heard Caleb scramble to get a towel from the bathroom. You knew the course of your relationship with him had been altered, but you knew that the two of you would figure it out. You always did.
mb if theres any spelling errors that i didn’t catch </3
