you just smell so good, you can’t blame him for lapping at your neck and face, leaving sloppy kisses on your lips even as you scold him
he’s basically squishing you against the couch, his weight and heat engulfing you, and it doesn’t take him long until he starts tugging at your shorts
“It hurts” he grits out, panting against your shoulder. he’s a mess; sweaty, flushed, needy; his cock leaks with precum when he takes it out
and you’re so wet, you try to stifle your moans as he grinds his cock against your panties, they stick to your folds, the slick sounds and his pants making you even more dizzy
“pup, slow down” you beg him, but your whines only spur him on, he grabs the base of his dick, angling it just right to rub against your clit
“‘m sorry, feels too good” your breaths mingle as he ruts into you, every thrust becoming more sloppy, before he shudders with a groan
there’s so much cum, you can feel it seeping trough the flimsy fabric, and he begs you not to change your soaked panties <3
a/n: Kinda hate this, kinda didn't have time to write anything else. It's just not sexy enough :( Drip was really sexy though!
Smut +18: Couch sex, oral (f! receiving) squirting and fingering
Characters: Daryl Dixon, Steve Harrington, Rafe Cameron, Dick Grayson, Clark Kent, Matt Murdock, Benjamin Pointdexter, Bucky Barnes and Simon Riley. (You guys are welcome to send requests for any of these)
You lounged on the worn leather couch in the dim glow of the living room lamp, legs tucked beneath you, his oversized shirt draped loosely over your frame. Your panties clung lightly to your hips, the only other barrier between you and the cool air. A thick novel rested open in your lap, words blurring slightly as you sank into the story, the quiet hum of the neighborhood outside the window a distant lullaby.
The front door clicked open, then slammed shut with more force than usual. Heavy steps thudded against the floorboards, pausing in the entryway. You glanced up, heart skipping at the sight of him. Broad shoulders slumped under his jacket, jaw clenched tight, eyes shadowed with that haunted look he got after a brutal day. His hair was disheveled, a streak of grime across his cheek, knuckles raw and split.
"Hey," you said softly, closing the book halfway. "Rough one? You okay?"
He didn't answer right away. Instead, he shrugged off his jacket, letting it hit the floor in a heap, his gaze locking onto you with raw hunger. Those intense eyes traveled down your body, lingering on the shirt riding up your thighs and the outline of your panties peeking out. He crossed the room in three strides, dropping to his knees in front of the couch, hands gripping your knees.
"Please," he rasped, voice gravelly from exhaustion and need. "Just...five minutes. Between your legs…I need it. I need you." His fingers dug into your skin, thumbs stroking upward, parting your thighs inch by inch. "Let me drown in that pussy."
Heat flooded your core at his words, the blatant selfishness twisting something wicked inside you. You realized then that this wasn't about making you feel good, it was his fix, his escape, burying his face in your pussy to forget the chaos. Your book slipped from your fingers but he snatched your wrist, pressing it back down.
"Keep reading…out loud, it keeps me sane." His command was low, breath hot against your inner thigh as he hooked his fingers into your panties. "Don't stop."
You swallowed hard, pulse racing, nipples already peaking against the thin shirt fabric. "O-okay," you stammered, flipping the page with trembling hands. He yanked your panties down in one swift pull, the cool air kissing your exposed folds, already slick from the anticipation. You spread your legs wider as he settled between them, his frame folding to fit, shoulders shoving your thighs apart.
"The knight rode through the shadowed forest..." you began, voice steady at first but it cracked as his hot breath ghosted over your pussy. You saw his head dip low, messy hair falling forward and strong jaw flexing. His hands clamped onto your hips, fingers bruising the soft flesh while holding you in place.
His tongue dragged flat and broad up your slit, from your entrance to your clit, lapping at your arousal like a man starved. The wet, velvety pressure sent sparks shooting through your nerves, making your hips buckle involuntarily. He groaned into you, the vibration humming against your sensitive skin, making your toes curl.
"...his sword gleaming in the moonlight...oh god," you gasped, words tumbling out wrong. Your nipples stiffened to aching points, poking visibly through his shirt, every brush of fabric against them amplifying the throb between your legs.
He pulled back just enough to growl, "Again." Then his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking hard, lips sealing around the swollen nub. His tongue flicked relentlessly with precise lashes that made your thighs quake. You gripped the book tighter, forcing the words out.
"The knight rode through the shadowed forest, his sword…fuck…gleaming..." Your mind fogged, thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind. All you could focus on was the slick slide of his tongue circling your clit, dipping lower to probe your entrance, spearing inside with a thick, insistent thrust. He ate you like he was devouring his last meal, slurping noisily at your juices, chin glistening as he worked.
You watched, mesmerized, as his head moved between your thighs, those powerful shoulders flexing, veins bulging in his forearms as he held you down. His eyes flicked up, locking on yours, dark with lust, daring you to keep going. The sight made your pussy clench emptily as more wetness coating his lips.
"Please...can you–," you whimpered but he anticipated, yanking you forward. You rolled your hips instinctively, grinding your pussy onto his face, smearing your slick across his nose and mouth. He welcomed it, tongue plunging deeper, fucking into you with wet, obscene strokes while his nose nudged your clit.
"...the dragon's roar echoed...ah!" The sentence dissolved into a moan as he sucked your outer lips into his mouth, tugging gently with his teeth, then releasing with a pop. The pull sent jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your core, your breasts heaving, nipples so hard they bordered on painful. Your mind turned to mush, fuzzy and blank except for the building pressure provided by the relentless assault of his mouth.
He hummed approval, the sound buzzing through your folds and one hand slid up your thigh. His thick finger traced your entrance, teasing before pushing inside, knuckle by knuckle, curling to stroke that spongy spot but it was his tongue that owned you, lapping broad stripes now, then pinpoint flicks on your clit, alternating suction that had your legs trembling uncontrollably.
"Tsk, tsk. Take it from the top," he murmured against your pussy, voice muffled, lips brushing your skin. "Louder. I can barely hear you."
You tried, voice breaking. "The knight...rode...through…oh fuck, yes– uh…shadowed forest..." Words jumbled, pages crinkling under your grip as you rocked harder onto his face. His free hand pinned your hip, controlling the roll, forcing you to ride his tongue at his pace. Saliva and your arousal dripped down his chin, pooling on the couch, the wet smacks and slurps filling the room.
Your nipples throbbed, begging for touch but you couldn't let go of the book. The shirt rode up, exposing your belly and you arched, pushing deeper into his mouth. His tongue flattened, letting you hump against it, the rough texture dragging over every nerve. He added a second finger, stretching you, scissoring slowly while sucking your clit like a ripe berry.
Mind hazy and vision blurring at the edges, you saw stars as you gripped his hair in your abandoned book hand now as it fell aside entirely. "Can't...fucking read like this." you panted, but he just growled and doubled down, tongue swirling faster, fingers pumping in rhythm.
He pulled your lips apart with his thumbs, exposing your clit fully and latched on, sucking with vacuum force while his tongue battered it side to side. The pressure built, coiling tight in your gut, every suck pulling you higher. Your thighs clamped his head, heels digging into his back, rolling frantically now, chasing the edge.
"That's it, grind on me," he urged between licks, voice thick with your taste. "Fuck my face, baby."
You did, lost in the sensations, from the hot, wet muscle spearing you and the scrape of his stubble on your inner thighs, to the way his fingers curled just right, hitting that spot over and over. Nipples diamond-hard as your breasts bounced with each thrust of your hips, mind a swirling fog of need. The noise outside faded, drowned by your gasps and the filthy sounds of his mouth devouring you.
He sensed you teetering, sucking harder and tongue flicking mercilessly as his fingers thrust deep, tongue pressing flat and vibrating with hungerl.
It shattered you. Your orgasm crashed like a wave, pussy convulsing wildly around his fingers, its walls spasming in violent pulses. You screamed a wail that echoed off the walls as your juices gushed onto his tongue, squirting in hot spurts as he lapped greedily. Your body seized, back arching off the couch, thighs quivering, eyes rolling back as white-hot ecstasy ripped through you. Wave after wave, your clit throbbed harder under his relentless suction, prolonging the bliss until you sobbed from overstimulation.
Finally, he eased back, lips shiny, face drenched and eyes wild but tired. He licked you clean with one last slow drag, then pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'd die happy between these thighs," he said, voice hoarse, reverent. "Thank fuck for this pussy."
He rose slowly, muscles shifting under his shirt,and pressed a soft kiss to your knee, lingering there with unexpected tenderness. "Gonna hit the shower." With that, he stood, grabbed his discarded jacket and headed down the hall, leaving you sprawled on the couch, panties tangled at your ankle, shirt askew, book forgotten on the floor, pussy still twitching and mind blissfully blank. Stunned, you lay there, breath ragged, wondering how five minutes turned into forever.
A/N: If you liked this concept, let me know! I’m open to writing more for these new characters and requests are open. Likes, comments,and reblogs always help a lot and if you’d like to see more of my writing, feel free to check out my account and follow along.
0.5k words, 18+ [MDNI] | Your down bad best friend ♡
Down bad best friend who's been there for you for the longest, supporting your passions and basking in your presence that he oh so loves.
Down bad best friend who has STRONG feelings for you but is a total idiot when it comes to trying to confess to you without messing up.
Down bad best friend who chooses to quietly yearn for you and your touch instead of saying something out of fear that there's a possibility it'll ruin everything you two have.
Down bad best friend who gets jealous as hell when he notices another man staring at your ass or breasts in the same way he does. He gets so jealous that he pulls you closer to him, glaring at the other man as you walk away.
Down bad best friend who can't help the dirty perverted thoughts from clouding his mind whenever you sit on his lap. Having your ass pressed against his crotch has him in absolute EUPHORIA. He can practically feel all the blood rushing down to his dick the longer you sit there.
Down bad best friend who is just a complete pervert behind closed doors, looking at pictures of you as he jerks off in his bed until he cums all over his stomach late at night after having the most vivid wet dream of his life.
Down bad best friend who can't stop thinking about how well your back was arched for him in that dream, just how pretty you were moaning his name while he was tugging on your hair.
Down bad best friend who fantasizes about how good your tight, wet pussy would feel wrapped around his cock while he called you his good girl.
Down bad best friend who reluctantly helps you with your crush even though he believes he's so much better for you.
Down bad best friend who is there for you as soon as said crush fucks things up with you. His arms are always open and waiting, ready to comfort you.
Down bad best friend who would soothe you, rubbing his hand up and the small of your back, slowly murmuring how it's not your fault and how your crush fumbled.
Down bad best friend who finally can't take it anymore and kisses you senseless the second you look up at him with that pouty face, eyes brimming with tears as you sniffle.
Down bad best friend who can only think about you shedding those pretty tears as you choke on his fat cock.
Down bad best friend who whimpers just a bit as soon as you kiss back.
Down bad best friend who FINALLY gets to fuck the woman of his dreams, and it's pure heaven being inside you.
Down bad best friend who talks you through it the whole time while telling you that he's all yours.
Down bad best friend who kisses away all your tears while he fucks you into overstimulation. “You can take f’me can't you, Baby..? You're doing so good, pretty… just one more..” he absolutely lied. It wasn't just one more but can you blame him? He's been gagging for it for the longest.
Down bad best friend who doesn't plan on letting you go now that he finally has you all to himself. His new dream is to have you pregnant and barefoot with a ring on your finger in his house! He believes that the two of you were destined for each other…♡
Characters: LAVINHO, P. Chris, H. VIVIAN, I. Rin, I. Yoichi, S. SENDOU, N. ALEIXS, K. Tabito, H. Yo (Blue lock) | Illuga, Neuvillette, LYNEY, Wanderer, Itto, Kaveh, Tartaglia, Tighnari, Cyno, Ororon, Diluc (Genshin) | NERDJO, Choso, Geto, Megumi (JJK), B. RUGGIE, A. AZUL, S. Deuce, F. Epel (TWST) | T. FOLLO, N. Zanka, W. Jabber (Gachiakuta), and ur favs!
Sucking off your yan!boyfriend from under the desk as he's playing that stupid game he's been on for hours with his friends.
Feeling his thighs shake against your fingers as you keep pinching and massaging his inner thighs, his dick thrusted deep into your throat, his tip almost touching the back of it. You let out a small whimper when he snaps his hips up, digging your nails into his thighs to keep him in place as he swallows the whine threatening to bubble up from his throat.
You hum when his hips still, his dick twitching on your tongue as he does his best to keep his composure, but when you give an experimental suck, he chokes on what he was saying, muting his mic, he loooked down at you.
Only to be met with a sight that has his thighs melting and his dick leaking pre-cum, you looked so fuckinh gorgeous between his legs. The thought of the game and his friends already vanished from his mind as he rests his hand on top of your head to guide you down on his cock properly.
You hum and give his thigh a pinch, earning a whimper of your name, how pathetic he looks now, when he just murdered someone just because they were getting 'too cozy' with you.
"Fuck... you've been teasing me so much b-baby— ah!"
Your eyes widen as you feel cum dripping down your throat at your second experimental suck, whimpering as he keeps your head down to make sure you get it all. You pull off of his cock with a deep breath as you look up at him with a knowing, and an all to smug smirk. He can't even make eye contact with you as you press on his tip with your index finger, only making small noises,
"Come on, pretty boy, I'm sure you can give me another one, yeah?"
At this, his eyes finally meets yours, his dick twitches against your fingers that are already stroking him, nodding as he opens his mouth to say something but only a whine of your name comes out.
He unravels so easily and deliciously under your touch and tongue, so tough when it comes to protecting you but so soft when all he has to take what you give him.
synopsis : whoever x cake..hybrid(?) reader meet in a love hotel
word count : 3.6k ish
cw : 18+ mdni!, smut, hyper fem!reader, grumpy x sunshine ?, uhmm.. idk how to tag this but reader is a pastry come to life. think a slimegirl but cake (cüm is actual icing, nips taste like strawberries, reader is literally made out of strawberry shortcake), foodplay, messy oral (f + m receiving), teasing, riding, protected p in v, praise, nipple play, age gap(m is implied at being older), reader sorta has a bimbo personality and is implied to be an escort kinda, chubby!reader, petnames (sir, mister, sugar, doll, baby), no use of y/n
a/n: this lowkey dont make sense but its very sillyyy. have you ever experienced gender envy from looking at a pastry? just me? ok </3 ik love hotels r not like this irl, this is just funnn <3
wrote this as a gift to myself, happy birthday to mee (◕ᴗ◕✿)
divider cred @/suupersonic @/chrissiren
he's exhausted, bone tired from sitting on an uncomfy cushion for so long. his back aches, the company paid plane ride was too long, seats too small, bottled water too expensive. hopefully this hotel is better.
after barely getting a foot through the door, he sets his belongings aside in his room with an unceremonious plop, undoes his tie, steps out of his shoes, and face plants onto the mattress.
either these are the softest sheets in the world or he's just that delirious. could pass out like this, slouched on the bed face first if it didn't hurt his back.
god he needs to retire. and something to eat. his stomach is growling loud enough to echo in his ears.
moving slow as a snail, he sits up on the bed and decides to call room service. after a few rings, the front desk picks up, an older lady asking what he'd like. literally anything would be appetizing right now, so he grumbles a "something filling. surprise me."
she asks for his room number, tells him it'll be up soon, before setting the phone back on the ringer.
𐙚 ̊.
some short time later, there's a knock and a cheerful, bubbly voice calls out from the hallway. "room service!"
he'd been lying down, almost dozing. eyes bleary as he pushes off the mattress with a quiet grunt; his back cracking in the process. he finally makes it over to the door with a yawn, swings it open, and is greeted with... what the hell?
he gives you a once-over; poofy frills, silk ribbons, knee highs with bows, matching heels. top and skirt entirely too short to cover anything. all decorating someone irrevocably made of… what looks to be cake. little strawberry accessories and dollops of whipped cream on your short top. you're smiling at him.
he blinks.
definitely delirious. just how bad is his jet-lag? he needs more sleep, and a doctor's visit at this point.
he pushes the door shut with a soft click.
you're left in the hallway confused, with a closed door in your face. didn't he just order room service?
"uhm, hellooo?" your sweet voice rings out again, curious and a little impatient. "mister!" you set your hand on your hip, tapping a heeled foot against the carpeted floor. "i have other clients, ya know?"
nothing.
you knock one more time for good measure, but still, nothing. maybe you're at the wrong room? wouldn't be the first time.
right as you turn to leave, the door starts to creak open. the older man stands in the doorway, staring down at you with narrowed eyes—as if he doesn't believe what he's looking at.
"finally! i thought you might've changed your mind." you spin around, bows swaying in tandem. your eyes run down his body—unashamed and bold in the way you admire his broad frame and strong features. he's huge! you strike a pretty pose, trying to seem more appetizing. "well, how do you want it? in there?" your voice lowers. "in the hallway?"
everything is going in one of his ears and out the other—too focused on ogling, lingering on the bow sitting at the apex of your cleavage, the sugar crystals glittering on your skin. he wipes at his eyes as if it'll help. when you don't magically turn 'normal', his brows furrow. "explain," he grumbles, voice rough from disuse.
"hm?" your head tilts, batting long lashes. "explain what?"
he motions to your entire being with a flick of his head. "that. everything."
"my outfit?"
no.
your eyes light up with excitement. "i got the whole thing on sale at this one boutique i frequent! it's usually soo expensive, like three whole dollar signs, but-" you go on, and he doesn't really hear it. he's wondering what are you? how is this happening?
did he finally croak on the job and this is a saccharine purgatory? can't call it heaven, he still feels the ache in his bones from the plane ride.
thinking about this any deeper will give him a headache, he's sure.
maybe.. maybe he should just go with it. indulge a little if he's really croaked. plus, he is still hungry.
"so then i-"
"you said room service?" he cuts you off, gruff but not necessarily mean.
"oh!" you nod quickly. "uh huh!"
he crosses his corded arms, leaning against the door frame now. "where's the food then, sugar?" he says it flat, the nickname teasing.
puzzled, you look at him like he's the scatterbrain. "are you kidding?" you snort.
his expression doesn't change from tired and deadpan.
realizing he's serious, you set your hands on your hips again. "you come to a love hotel, say 'surprise me', and then want actual food?" your glossed lips form a pout. maybe you needed a shorter skirt to entice him?
"w-what?" he sputters, brows lifting, arms quick to unfold. "a love hotel?" the man's head whips around, checking his room and bed. sure enough, there's heart shapes everywhere, even the bed. must've missed it in his drowsy state of mind.
"mhm." you trace a finger down your waist, purposely drawing his attention again. "you thought this get-up was just the regular uniform, mister?" a giggle leaves you. he looks anything but amused.
"how did…" he trails off with a sigh, grumbling more to himself than you—closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. "knew the price was too good."
you giggle at his predicament some more. "welll", you hum, "since you already ordered.." taking a step closer, you peer up at him through your long lashes, smiling almost bashfully. "you should at least dig in, riiight?"
dropping his hand away, he blinks down at you with a very conflicted expression. he doesn't normally do this kind of thing—hookups or whatever—especially not with.. cake people? he should send you away and just rest.
but you look like a confectionary angel. dressed like a gift; smell like vanilla and berries, ogling him like he's the walking pastry.
despite his attempts at aloofness, your warm scent and revealing attire is clouding his better judgment. heat zings up his spine as he looks from your tight clothes again—soft curves spilling out, to your parted glossed up lips.
"how much..?" his voice lowers, just loud enough for you to hear.
"don't worry," you purr, leaning close—letting your fingers graze the back of his hand. "you're pretty cute, so i'll give a hottie discount."
his tongue touches the inside of his cheek. when in rome, he supposes.
quietly, he steps aside to let you in his room. you slip by with a little pleased smile on your lips, brushing up against him as you walk; soft and teasing. the sweet smell gets stronger and he unconsciously licks his lips.
closing the door behind you, he hardly has a second to breathe before you start moving. watches as you bend over the desk—dessert curves pressed against the cool wood of the table, tiny skirt rising to show a tempting peek of cotton panties. you sway your hips in a tantalizing fashion, propping your chin up in one hand, eyes flitting from his chest to below his belt. "gonna eat up now?"
he doesn't say anything, just takes a slow stride, closing the distance between you two. he's calm, but you can see the way his pupils are already blown wide; chest rising and falling faster. you feel the way his finger tentatively glides up the back of your thigh, tracing a slow path towards your skirt, lingering just below the lacy hem.
he's leaning over your body. just barely. "you're real warm, doll." a teasing murmur. his finger traces over where your ass meets thigh, sending a tingle through your sugary body. you instinctively arch and press closer to him—rubbing against his poorly concealed bulge—wanting more than just feather-light touches, no matter how nice it might feel.
you hum, enjoying the way his eyes wander over your curves. "i like having your pretty eyes on me."
a short, amused huff escapes him. his thumb traces the curve of your mound—light and exploratory; barely pressing against your clit. your hips twitch in response.
soon he flips the light fabric of your skirt out of the way, exposing more of your plushy body, darkened gaze falling on the growing wet spot of your skimpy panties. his breath hitches at the sight. you're already making a mess and he hasn't done much of anything yet.
your skin is perfectly soft; mesmerizing. the older man gives your thigh a testing squeeze, watches as his fingers sink in your soft cake body—warm and inviting—still firm enough to bounce back into place. he imagined you'd feel stickier, being a cake and all. but you just feel supple. a different kind of hunger settles low in his stomach. he wants to sink his teeth in you for more than one reason.
his touch feels electric, slow and deliberate enough that you're getting goosebumps. almost every other client you've had before has been faster, hungrily rushed right into everything, so now you're mentally screaming he takes your panties off already!
maybe he's read your mind since his fingers finally hook into the thin fabric. bending at the knee, he kneels and slides them down your legs at an unhurried pace, admiring the way the sodden fabric clings to your sticky folds. face just a few inches away from your cunt, he can't help staring, honing in on the slick starting to run down your inner thighs. and the undeniably alluring sight of your clit.
an honest to god strawberry sits between your puffy pussy lips. "cute," he mutters, dragging his thumb over your berry, feeling it throb beneath the digit.
then he's blowing a small bit of air on your slick mound, quickly making you clench around nothing, more arousal oozing out. "c'mon!" you huff, waited long enough, squirming atop the table. "this is literal torture."
big hands hold your hips still, keeping you from wiggling. he has a small grin on his face. "no patience, hm? tell me what ya' want then, sugar."
"eat meee, lick me." you're whining and shifting weight on your heels, turning to look back at him over your shoulder. "please, mister."
how can he say no to such a pretty sight? his hands find purchase on your backside, rough fingers grabbing hold of the plush globes of your ass, spreading to expose every dripping detail of your honeyed cunt and winking rim. your scent is heavenly up close—fills his lungs; something like strawberry jam and whipped cream.
he presses a wet kiss to your puffy lips, drawing a tiny gasping "oh!" from your throat. then gives a slow lick, slipping his tongue from your pulsing, strawberry clit to your soaked entrance, groaning at the taste of icing.
your pussy flutters wildly as his tongue starts swirling around your sweet berry—sucking it between licks, tracing lewd little circles, working its way up along your slit. you don't recognize the needy sounds escaping your mouth; whiny "omygod!"s and breathy moans as he swallows up your mess, mouthing on your clit until you start to whimper.
"fuck, you're sweet, doll." he murmurs against you, messily licking at your folds. you taste like buttercream.. or vanilla.. or berries? he can't think straight—all this sugar'll kill him, but he can't find it in him to care.
he's ravenous, fingers gripping you tight enough to leave marks on your plump ass, driving his tongue past your entrance to lick inside your squishy walls. arching further into his mouth, your mind goes blank, only filled with thoughts of him tonguing in your needy cunt, kissing up your cream.
"mmh—! c-cumming!" you grab hold of the table as your body tenses and shakes, walls squeezing around his tongue before releasing, soaking the lower half of his face in warm icing. his tongue laps up every syrupy drop, only slowing down when your legs start trembling.
you're panting a little, slumped across the wood, blinking a few times while trying to catch your breath. when's the last time you came that hard?
then you feel his hands move to undo the straps and ribbons on your heels, carefully sliding them off your feet one at a time. surprised, you turn to look at him. is he.. secretly polite?
"i could've—" you start, but he shakes his head, idly running his thumb over your knee high.
"you look out of commission. don't need you fallin' over and breaking somethin'."
the nerve!
"excuse you! i have plenty of energy left." you push yourself up off the table, stumbling very briefly before righting yourself—without his help, might you add. "see? now get on the bed old man! i'll show you."
he actually lets out a low chuckle. "old man, huh." slowly, he stands up from the floor, stretching a little after being on the ground so long, then he's looking down at you with a smug expression. "show me then, sugar. lead the way."
you grab hold of his big hand with a determined expression and tug him towards the heart-shaped bed, giving him a push to send him landing on the mattress with a small grunt.
untying some ribbons, off comes your frilly top, falling to the floor in a small heap, baring your soft chest to his gaze; dessert nipples now on display. his fingers twitch at his sides, hungry to touch. and taste. right as you're about to pull off your skirt as well, he stops you.
"keep it on." he sounds huskier now. you let your own eyes wander and notice just how much bigger his bulge has gotten, constraining against his pants zipper.
"aha!" the corners of your mouth curl up into a triumphant smile. "so you do like my outfit!"
his eyes linger on your chest, before lazily flitting back up to your face. "never said i didn't."
your glossy lips purse. eyes narrow. you huff, grumbling a 'smartass' while climbing onto the bed.
swinging a leg over his torso and sitting atop his chest with a plop, you get situated while he lets out a small 'oof'. he's met with the familiar sight of your sugary backside again, one of your fluffy skirt bows brushing up against his nose. guiding some frills aside, he gets a better view of your dripping sex. without giving much thought, he licks a short stripe up your rim. tastes like honey.
"eek!" you squeak, not expecting him to taste there too, quickly slapping at his thigh. "at least warn me first!" he only snorts in amusement.
done with his snail teasing, you're quick to tug at his zipper, hurrying the man out of his slacks and underwear without a care, discarding the clothes across the room. his heavy cock springs out of his boxers, slapping against his stomach with a thud.
"sugar.. hey, slow down-"
but he doesn't get to finish the thought, taking a sharp inhale as you lean down—soft, pillowy hand wrapping around his thick shaft tight—to give his tip a big, wet courtesy kiss, getting a tiny taste of his sticky pre. soon lapping up the slick like melting ice cream, causing his legs to squirm. before promptly swallowing down to the base with little resistance, nose touching his pubic bone.
he lets out a choked groan, equal parts shock and arousal. "f-fuck!" his hips cant forward with a mind of their own, burying his cock deeper, desperate for the wet heat of your throat as you suck.
your head bobs up and down methodically, eyes dewy; making your fluffy lashes wet. sweet saliva spilling from your lips while you hum; filling the room with sloppy, wet noises that mix with the sound of his heavy breathing. your sugary drool makes a slow trek down, dripping along his heavy sac to soak his inner thighs.
he's trying—and failing—to hold back his moans, grabbing hold of the sheets to anchor himself. letting out an especially loud groan when you start swallowing around him, tongue swiping at his base. "baby- baby, 'm not gonna last if you- fuck—"
he feels the telltale signs of an impending orgasm; a tingle up his spine, abs tensing, dick throbbing harder in your mouth. he's so close. so close..
yet you're pulling off him with a wet 'shlck', hearing the faintest whine escape him as his dick chases after the lost heat. "that's for all the teasing," you hum.
he lets out a slightly strained deep breath, staring at the ceiling, trying to calm his wild throbbing to no avail. "think i recall letting you finish," he rumbles.
"ah, you have no patience, mister." cheekily parroting his earlier words with a grin, lips shiny with precum and saliva.
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having grabbed a condom from the nightstand, you tear it open and glide it down his cock, humming a random tune the entire time.
looking up at your face, he sees the sparkly lust dancing in your eyes. "'sure are excited, doll."
you nod, rubbing a thumb over his tip to watch how his dick instantly throbs and twitches in your hand. "mhm, you are too. can't hide it from me."
"uh huh" he tuts, grabbing at your plushy hips. "just get on."
"yes, sir" you tease. grabbing hold of his shaft, you line him up with your slit, his tip catching at your honeyed entrance, and begin carefully sinking down inch by thick inch, letting out a gasp as your walls stretch around only half of him.
"easy, easy." his fingers find your nipples, tweaking the squishy peaks between rough fingers to move your focus elsewhere. your back arches, letting out a breathy moan as you lean into his touch. "there ya' go, doll. don't rush it." he shifts in bed, sitting up against the pillows to take your other nipple into his mouth, creating a wet seal around it, giving a delicate lick. strawberries.. he groans around your nipple at the taste, sucking the hardened bud in an almost drunken rhythm. more icing slick oozes from your pussy, easing the last couple inches of his cock fully inside, buried to the hilt.
his hips jerk up involuntarily, drawing a whimper from your lips. "'so big," you sob, planting your hands on his body. feels like he's in your stomach, bumping against your gooey spot with just the slightest movement.
he releases your nipple with a wet pop, pressing a small kiss between your chest, carefully thumbing at your other peak. "s'okay, baby," he coos, his free hand settles on your lower back, rubbing soothing circles when he sees you start to pout. "don't start, sugar. 'know you can take it."
easy for him to say!
taking a deep breath, your hips slowly lift, slick walls dragging along his shaft as you raise up.. up, until only his fat tip stays inside. when you finally sink back down with a wet squelch, it pulls a breathless moan from the both of you. you manage to get into a quick rhythm grinding up and down his cock; frilly skirt fluttering about in tandem like a flower, soft chest bouncing in his face.
the older man takes your candied nipple back into his mouth, rolling your sweet treat between his lips before nipping at it. the strawberry taste coats his taste-buds, makes his mouth water; he could get addicted to tasting you. you're gushing now and he slips his hand under your skirt to rub at the bundle of nerves throbbing between your thighs, spreading the creamy mess.
your hips roll in tight circles now as you arch into his hand, letting out panting mewls and huffs, your cushy thighs slapping against his, teetering on the edge of another dizzying orgasm. your eyes roll in your head, babbling out "mmmgonna cum," while his tip keeps kissing your sweet spot.
"l-let it all out on me, baby." his raspy words vibrate on your skin, sending a thrill through your body that settles right between your legs. with a needy moan, your walls clamp down around his length, desperately milking his cock as you cum.
"shit," he hisses as your cunt massages his dick. big hands fall to your hips, holding on tight enough to bruise as he starts thrusting up into you, chasing his own impending release. "taking me so fuckin' well, doll." you just whine in response—wrapping your arms around his neck—on the verge of overstimulation.
you rest your forehead on his and it leaves him breathless, slinging his strong arms tight around your body to keep you close. he's staring up into your eyes with dilated pupils like you're an angel. "so tight and perfect- fuck.. so pretty." his hips stutter as he cums, letting out a deep groan as his cock swells and pulses, filling the condom up to the brim with his seed.
his hips give one last twitch before he's carefully pulling out with a low exhale, your warm cream gushing out soon after, leaving both of your thighs sticky with icing. he collapses onto the bed, looking drained but satiated. you follow suit, panting a little as you try catching your breath.
resting on top of him, you're peering at his face, seeing the sweat on his brow and hearing his deep exhales. "you okay?"
he nods with his eyes closed. "don't worry, doll. jus' tired." he slings his arm over his face and sighs. "think i need more than just sugar in my system, though."
to his surprise, you spring up as if the last few hours of intense coupling hadn't even occurred—hand making a bee line for the hotel phone. can't have your new favorite client exhausted! "on it! can order some real food this time."
the corners of his lips curl up. "thought you had other clients to attend to."
"hush, they'll live!" you turn back to the receiver, quickly dialing up room service. he doesn't wanna think about how much he's spending tonight.
a/n: would love to hear what u think abt this |･ω･). i personally had leon kennedy, nanami, and higuruma in the brain while writing
you're still trembling. he has you spread open on the bed, thighs apart, and you can feel how swollen you are, sensitive to every brush of air.
he settles between your legs like he has all the time in the world. his mouth finds your inner thigh first, kissing the bruises his fingers left earlier. you whine, still too raw, but he shushes you gently.
"easy," he says. "let me."
his tongue traces where you're puffy and oversensitive, not to get you off again, just to soothe. you jerk at the contact and he holds your hips down, keeps you still for it. the contrast makes your head spin: his mouth so soft now, when an hour ago he had you pinned face-down, fucking you so hard the bed frame knocked against the wall.
he kisses your clit, swollen and peeking from its hood, and you gasp, oversensitive, trying to squirm away. he doesn't let you. he pins you harder, licks again, feather-light.
"my poor baby," he says, breathless against you. he looks up at you with those eyes, all concern, like he wasn't the one who did this. like he didn't have you sobbing into the mattress, didn't make you beg, didn't hold you down and take you apart until you couldn't remember your own name.
you glare at him, still panting. "you're unbelievable."
he smiles, soft and satisfied, and presses a kiss right where you're throbbing. "i know," he says. "but you're so pretty like this. all soft and puffy and mine."
he licks you again, slow and deliberate, and you moan despite yourself, your hands finding his hair. he lets you hold him there, doesn't rush, just keeps kissing you sweet and filthy until you're trembling for a different reason, until the sensitivity tips back into want.
"again?" he asks, looking up at you, already knowing the answer.
Warnings - size difference, brief mention of weight.
Thinking about F/O's who are much larger than you, height, weight, muscle you name it. They're just so huge and they love to take advantage of that perfectly.
No matter your size they'll always find a way to manhandle you!!
You're busy doing something in the kitchen? well, now they're bending you over and keeping your hips in a tight grip while they shove their strap/cock as deep as they can in your hole! You're not even sure if your feet are touching the ground anymore but you're too fucked out to even notice!
They'd love to put you in a headlock too if that's what you're into as well! Being caught between their bicep and forearm as they pound into you and cooing in your ear over how well you're taking everything they're giving you so well. You may not be able to concentrate but the way your hole clenches around them goes to show how responsive you can be.
Nothing important here just wanted to say my F/O's love fat bitches because I said so
