#nasty thoughts

[oncce-againn]

she gets nastier when she feels valued

[jinjoohaaa]

Uncle nanami tutoring you for your exams

CW: Spanking, uncle!Nanami, dub-con vibes, humiliation, age gap, punishment play, teasing, wet play, mature readers only, 18+, mdni.

“Y/n, get the door!” your mom’s voice cuts through the silence, right when you’re buried in notes.

You groan, shoving your pen down. “Ugh, mom, I’m busy. Can’t you just do it yourself?”

“You’re not gonna pass anyways,” she shoots back, the dig hitting right where it hurts.

“Excuse me??” you mutter under your breath, already stomping out of your chair. No point arguing. She’ll keep at it.

You swing the door open, irritation still painted across your face until you see who’s standing there.

Tall. Broad. Blonde hair slicked neatly back, with a gentle smile that doesn’t match the sharpness of his jawline. His sleeves rolled up enough to show strong wrists. He doesn’t look like his fucking age, if anything, he looks better, sharper, like life only polished him up instead of wearing him down.

“Oh— Mr. Nanami…” you breathe, caught off guard. You turn and call into the house, “Mom! Mr. Nanami is here!”

His smile twitches, just slightly. “Kid. How many times have I told you not to call me that?”

You shrug, leaning against the doorframe. “Then what should I call you, hmm?”

He looks at you, steady, with that calm weight that makes you squirm. “…Just call me Uncle.”

Yeah, right. Uncle? Like hell you’re calling this man uncle when he’s standing there looking like that. Too young, too put-together, too… much. You bite down on the thought before it shows on your face.

Your mom hurries over, lighting up. “Oh, Kento, that’s a surprise!”

Nanami gives a polite bow of his head. “I was passing through. Thought I’d stop by… and I wanted to see him, too.”

“Oh, he should be home soon.” She’s already slipping her shoes on, purse in hand. Then she pauses. “You know what? Wait here, he’ll be here any minute. Y/n, get him something to drink.”

Nanami shakes his head, raising a palm. “That’s alright. Let the kid study.” His eyes flick toward the table piled with your open books, notes scattered everywhere.

Your mom laughs, relieved. “Okay then. I’ll be back in a bit. And Y/n—” she narrows her eyes at you— “don’t mouth off to Nanami.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you mutter.

And then she’s gone.

The house is too quiet now, except for the faint squeak of leather as Nanami lowers himself onto the couch. He sets his jacket neatly on the armrest, the picture of composure.

“So,” his voice breaks the silence, steady and deep, “how are your classes?”

You twirl your pen, pretending you don’t care, though his gaze presses heavy on you. “Fine, I guess.”

“Just fine?”

You shrug again. “Yeah.”

He hums, low, like he doesn’t believe you but won’t push. Instead, he reaches for a book from the shelf, flipping it open like he’s content to wait.

The minutes stretch out. You’re bent over your notes again, scowling at the page. The numbers blur, the words don’t click. You chew on your lip, tap the pen, sigh loud enough to give yourself away.

Nanami’s voice cuts in without looking up from his book. “What is it?”

You freeze. “What?”

His eyes finally lift, pinning you in place. “You’re stuck on something. What is it?”

The question is calm. But there’s weight behind it, like he already knows you’ve been floundering, and he’s not going to let you bullshit your way out.

You glare down at the page, numbers and symbols blurring into nonsense. Your pen taps uselessly against the margin. “I don’t get this equation,” you mutter under your breath.

Nanami doesn’t even look up from his book. “Which one?”

“Doesn’t matter.” You wave it off quickly. “I’ll figure it out later.”

His book snaps closed with a quiet thud. His voice cuts sharp, no room for argument. “Kid, I have a master’s in this subject. Give me the page.”

You freeze, biting your lip. “…Really?”

His gaze hardens. “Do you think I’m lying?”

“…No,” you mumble.

“Then sit here.” He pats the space beside him on the couch. Calm. Expectant.

Your stomach flips. Still, you stand, legs heavy as you shuffle over and sink down beside him. He’s too close. Warm, solid, smelling faintly of cologne and something darker, something that clings to him like heat. The scent is dizzying.

“Show me your doubt.”

You slide the notebook toward him, pointing with the pen. “This one.”

He leans in, voice low, steady as he starts to explain. And you should be focusing, you really should, but all you can think about is how close his lips are, the way they shape every word, the way his breath ghosts across your cheek when he exhales. Your eyes drop, shameless, tracing the line of his throat, the flex of his jaw.

“Mmmmm… Uncle, I still don’t get it,” you whisper, your voice smaller than you mean it to be.

He doesn’t miss the title, his eyes flick to yours, sharp. But all he says is, “Sit closer. I’ll explain it one more time.”

Your pulse jumps. Still, you obey, shifting nearer until your thigh brushes his. He doesn’t move away. Instead, his hand comes to rest against your back, warm and broad. It settles just below your waist on the curve of your ass, heavy enough to make your breath hitch.

He keeps talking, his voice low and calm, like nothing about this is unusual. Like his hand isn’t burning through the fabric.

By the time he finishes, you’re not sure you even heard half of what he said.

“Alright,” he murmurs, pulling his hand back at last. “Test time. Just the things I explained, nothing more.”

“Eh? Right now?”

“Yes. Right now.” His tone leaves no room to argue.

You sigh, rolling your eyes. “Mmm… I guess so.”

He slides the notebook in front of you, asking the first question, then another, watching closely as you scribble down your answers. Some come easy, others you’re lost in but halfway through, you start doing it on purpose. Putting wrong answers down just to see that calm expression slip. Just to spite him, just to poke at the one man who never raises his voice but somehow still terrifies you.

When you finally hand the notebook over, you can’t help the tiny smirk tugging at your lips.

Nanami studies the page. His brow twitches once. His lips flatten, the faint curve of his smile disappearing, wiped clean as his eyes narrow.

Shit.

Because Kento Nanami might be the most polite, soft-spoken gentleman who’s ever walked this earth but — A strict teacher is scarier than any brute. And right now, sitting so close you can feel the heat off him, you know exactly how much trouble you’ve just asked for.

Nanami sets your notebook down with deliberate calm, but the tick in his jaw betrays him. His voice is low, even, but sharp enough to make your spine stiffen.

“You think this is funny?”

Your lips part, throat dry. “I… what?”

“Don’t play dumb.” He sets the pen down with deliberate care, but you can see the tightness in his jaw, the disappointment flickering behind his calm expression.

“You haven’t been listening at all, have you?” His voice is quiet, but it cuts straight through you.

You stiffen in your seat, fingers gripping the edge of your notebook. “I did! I just… forgot some of it.”

“Forgot?” His brow lifts. “When your exam is tomorrow?”

Your mouth opens, then closes. You’ve got nothing.

Nanami exhales, the sound heavy, controlled. “Stand up.”

You blink at him, confused. “What?”

“Up.” He doesn’t raise his voice, but the authority in his tone leaves no space for argument. You push yourself to your feet hesitantly, heart pounding.

Then, in one fluid motion, he takes your wrist, sits back on the couch, and pulls you across his lap.

“W-wait, what are you doing—”

“Discipline,” he says simply, adjusting you until your stomach is flat against his thighs, your ass raised, skirt riding up dangerously high. “You don't wanna study? You’ll learn to.”

Blood rushes to your face, humiliation crashing over you in waves. “You’re crazy—!”

“Quiet.” His palm settles heavy on the curve of your hip. “We’ll start with a question.”

You freeze, every nerve lit up.

Nanami flips open the book with one hand, steady and methodical. His voice is calm, like he’s in a classroom. “Sum of first n natural numbers?”

Your throat locks. You recognize the question, but your brain blanks. “Uh… S plus—”

The crack of his palm against your ass steals the rest of your answer. Your body jerks, heat flooding your face.

“Wrong,” he says flatly. “It's S=n*(n+1)/2.” His hand lingers on your ass, heavy, unforgiving. “Next.”

He flips another page, voice even, relentless. “What's the quadratic formula?”

You stammer, panicked. “Um. . . b minus—”

Another sharp slap lands, harder this time. You gasp, writhing against his lap, shame and something darker twisting in your gut.

“No. Wrong. Focus.” His voice is deep, reprimanding, every word vibrating against your skin.

He doesn’t give you time to catch your breath before the next one. “Derive e^x.”

“I—I don’t know!” Your voice cracks, half a whine.

The smack that follows makes your eyes sting.

“You should know.” His hand smooths over your skin almost absently, like testing how much heat he’s left there. “Basics, and you’re blanking.”

You shiver, trembling under his control, the line between punishment and something filthier blurring fast.

You can feel it the moment it happens, his cock swelling against your stomach, hard and heavy, pressing through his slacks every time you shift in his lap. So much for the perfect, composed uncle. The realization makes your stomach flip, makes your thighs tremble against him.

Each slap lands sharper, and each time his palm stays, spreading over your ass, kneading, squeezing like he can’t help himself. His composure is cracking right under you.

“Fuck…” he mutters under his breath, low and guttural, when your skirt rides up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of the soaked patch clinging to your panties. His hand tightens on your hip. “You little brat…”

Before you can breathe, he flips the skirt up completely, baring you to him. His jaw ticks when he sees the wet fabric stuck to your folds.

“Spread.” His tone leaves no room for argument.

Your pulse skyrockets. You bite down on your lip, embarrassed, but your legs part anyway, shameless, needy. The fabric stretches over your pussy, sticky and damp, practically inviting his hand.

His fingers slip under the band and cup you bare. The heat of his palm makes you gasp. He strokes slow at first, just dragging his rough fingertip over your slit, smearing the mess around like he’s testing how wet you really are.

“...fuck,” he breathes, and you whimper.

Neither of you speak for a moment, just the sound of your ragged breaths and the slick noise of him rubbing lazy circles right over your clit. You can’t stop the soft moans slipping from your throat, can’t stop rocking your hips into his hand.

Then he stills, cruelly pulling his fingers back.

“I’ll ask one more,” he says, voice deceptively calm. “Answer me correctly.”

You nod frantically, your body begging for more.

“What’s the square of 13?”

You know this one. Clear as day. But your lips twist, heat making you reckless. “Mm… 90?”

The sting hits different this time, his hand slapping straight down on your soaked pussy. The wet slap echoes obscenely, loud enough to make your stomach twist. You cry out, arching, humiliated and aching all at once.

Nanami lets out a humorless laugh, his fingers dragging back over your throbbing folds, teasing. “I’m starting to think this isn’t a punishment anymore.”

Your voice is shaky, needy. “Why's that, uncle…?”

“Because you’re fucking liking it too much.” His breath brushes your ear as his fingers rub cruelly slow circles against your clit.

You bite your lip hard, whining, “C-can’t help it… when you p-play with where it feels good…”

His mouth curls into a smirk you can feel even without looking at him. Then his palm comes down again, wet and filthy against your pussy, the squelch so loud it makes your toes curl.

He shakes his head, almost amused. “Brat.” Another slap, right over your clit, sharper this time. “Keep it up, and I’ll stop using my hand altogether.”

Your body seizes at the threat. You turn your face into the couch cushion, moaning, your voice muffled. “Other ways of punishment…?”

Nanami chuckles darkly, slipping one thick finger just past your entrance, teasing without giving you what you want. “Oh, I’ve got plenty. And none of them involve you feeling good.”

You'd have loved to find out but the sharp screech of tires outside makes both your heads snap toward the window. Your chest lurches.

“Shit—dad,” you gasp, scrambling upright. Your legs feel weak, skirt bunched around your hips as you clumsily tug it back down. Your thighs are sticky, trembling, and your face is on fire.

Nanami doesn’t rush. He just leans back against the couch, smoothing his shirt cuffs with maddening calm. That fucking smirk plays at his mouth, the one that makes you want to crawl back into his lap no matter how wrong it is.

You shoot him a glare, breathless. “Stop smiling like that…”

“I’m not smiling,” he says, though his lips twitch as he watches you fuss with your clothes. His gaze lingers far too long on your thighs, and you know he saw everything.

You grab your books in a panic, trying to look put together before your dad walks in, but then Nanami’s voice drops low, smooth, cutting through the chaos.

“You’ve got my number, don’t you?”

You freeze, clutching your notes to your chest. “…Yeah.”

His smirk sharpens. “Call me when you’re in need.”

Your breath hitches. Your throat feels dry. “W-what kind of needs, uncle?”

He tilts his head, eyes glinting, deliberately slow as he stands and towers over you. He leans just close enough for his cologne and the heat of his body to overwhelm you again.

“That…” his lips ghost the shell of your ear, voice dropping into something sinful,

“I’ll let you choose.”

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[cannibalkermit]

Animal Attraction by She Wants Revenge but it inspired me to write perverted stalker reader who's obsessed with Pope

this goes out to my favorite tumblr freaks who inspire me to let the inner wolf out (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

Content: p in v, stalking, unconsensual photos?, voyeurism, unprotected freaks, light choking

You'd sleep around with all the Cody brothers just so you could get closer to Pope. You curate yourself into the perfect girl, all soft and baby-like for Baz and clueless for Smurf, getting drunk and partying with Craig, taking a job at the bar and keeping some secrets (blackmail), whatever needs to be done.

All so you practically live in the same house as him and do whatever you want. You sneak into Pope's room to snoop through his things, stealing clothes that you wear when you finger yourself to the thought of him, rubbing your release onto his boxers before folding them up and putting them back in his drawer. You sneak around the side of the house, using a camera to zoom in through his window and watch him get ready for bed, clenching your thighs as you watch him change—as if doing it just for you.

You eye-fuck him every chance you get, stare at the bulge in his pants, lick your lips, salivating at the thought of dropping to your knees and taking him so deep in your throat that you gag. Wearing tiny fucking shorts and cropped tanks so he can watch sweat run down your back and sunlight glisten off your belly ring. You bend over just to arch your back and imagine his tongue running along your spine, imagine him salivating to the thought of your salty skin between his teeth as he fucks you from behind.

You come out in a skimpy bikini barely holding everything in, knowing he’s just drooling at the site of you, your curves and discolorations. He’s obsessed with watching you uncross your legs, giving him the briefest view between your thighs and the little stubble peaking out beneath the bottoms. The way you turn to him with your shoulders back and face all scrunched in the sun, holding out your sunscreen and asking in a sing song voice “won't you help me? I can't reach my back”

He’s heading for you before the word “yes” even leaves his lips, watching you lie on your stomach, your eyes covered by the brim of your sun hat. “Dont be scared to touch. I need it under the straps too,” you coax him forward, and hiss a slight breath at the cold liquid contacting your spine, making you arch just a little. His big hands spread out over your back, rubbing it in, fingers sliding under the straps of your top. He’s trying not to think of how easy it would be to pull that string and undue the bow holding it together. Let you spill out, let him grope your tits and pebble those nipples heloves staring at.

“Can you get lower?” you ask in a teasing voice, watching from beneath your hat as his adams apple bobs, but he follows orders. Wet hands roam down to the small of your back, then slowly over the curve of your ass as he lets out a little “this okay?” and you hum in reply, feeling your cunt flutter to life and drench your bottoms.

And poor Pope, all he can do is rub the sunscreen in until you spread your plush thighs open a little and his finger accidentally slips between your legs against the seam of your bottoms, letting him feel the dampness, the warmth, and he has to get out of there as soon as possible, to go hide in a closet and chase the smell of you on his fingers.

You know he leaves the bathroom door slightly ajar when showering so you can peek through and watch him bathe, watch him jerk off with his back facing you, all rippling muscles and those huffing breaths as he whispers your name. You bite your lip to keep quiet as you touch yourself, wanting to go in there and taste his release. The amount of times you’ve imagined walking in on him, just to get a good look at that v-line, get a chance to touch him, let your mouth fall open and tongue go flat against him, looking up at how his abdomen tenses and his head falls back when you suck him all the way down your throat like a good girl.

You start sleeping with no panties on and shirts that ride up your abdomen, your door unlocked and window open. He's keeping a collection of photos of your sleeping form, hair tousled and legs open like you're posing for him. And maybe he stays up late into the night sometimes just staring at those photos while fisting himself, hips stuttering as he imagines what you taste like, how you’d sound with his teeth on your clit or his tongue in your pussy.

You've got your own collection of sneaky photos: him on jobs, from behind trees across the street while he's at the atm, at the end of the grocery aisle. You learn his routine and start inserting yourself in every aspect of his life. Running into him at the beach, getting the girl who smiled at him fired from the store, coming over to sunbathe while he's working on the yard, pretending not to care in your bikini and staring at him through your big sunglasses.

You got his whole routine logged in your notes app. Where he goes shopping, how many hours a day he sleeps, when he wakes up, what he usually eats for breakfast. You even bought the same soap so you could smell more like him.

And maybe one night while following him across town, wearing no panties under your tight jean shorts cause you just get so turned on while stalking, Pope catches you off-guard. Cause of course he knows you stalk him, and he's so pent up with want that he can't help but drag you by the nape of your neck to the nearest back alley, pulling down your little shorts and sticking his fingers into your cunt, making your eyes roll back. "so fucking nasty, you get off on following me around?" he's leaning in, sniffing your neck and getting your hair in his mouth, pulling on the strands and tasting your conditioner.

He'll snatch your camera and start taking flash photos of your face while finger-fucking you, "so fucking wet and disgusting, look at you. You want it? Baby, c'mon, let the whole city know," he’s knuckles deep, curling his fingers up into that sponge as his thumb rolls over your swollen clit, making you buck against him, head thrown back as you mewl. Before you can cum on his hand he’s abruptly stopping, licking your slick off his glistening fingers before unbuckling his belt with one hand.

He'll record the whole thing—the moment your sloppy cunt sucks him in, how loud you moan while he thrusts until his hips slam into yours, all the babbled, incoherent things you say while clawing at him, not caring how loud you are.

"wanna—ahh, fuck—cum inside me. I wanna feel you, all you," you want to feel him inside you for days, don't you? Dream about the thick length of him, the pulsing vein that's sliding against your folds, the head of him squishing deep and the sputtering warmth as he bucks his hips, rutting endlessly and turning your pussy raw and burning.

He takes pictures of your face as you cum around him, thighs shaking and eyes rolling back. Then his thrusts falter for a moment while he sets the camera down and reaches for you, fingers round your neck as he picks up the pace. He’s got you squealing and gurgling choked moans, biting on his thumb when the pleasure spikes with pain.

He doesn't stumble one second as hot sticky release shoots into you, fucking himself through the climax and moaning against your shoulder. “Gonna keep following me?” he’s asking, squeezing your chin and forcing you to look at him.

You can't help but smile. He likes it just as much as you do.

And that's how he got a picture of you cumming in his wallet

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[innocent-prevert]

My Goldie Bunny 🔞(ONE SHOT)

REQUESTED

Top sugar daddy reader, cuntboy sugar baby character, hybrid bunny character, SMUT, nsfw, age difference?

You stepped out into the chill of the snowy night, your large house loomed behind you, its windows glowing warmly against the dark, but inside, it felt as empty as always. Lighting a cigarette, you inhaled deeply, the smoke curling up to mix with the falling snow. Your life was a monotonous blur of wealth and isolation—money that could buy empires, yet it couldn't spark even a flicker of desire in you. Admirers came and went, men and women alike, drawn to your youthful face and sharp features, but you dismissed them all. Asexual, you figured, since your body rarely stirred, no matter the temptation.

That's when you spotted the huddled figure in the snowdrift near your driveway. At first, it looked human, curled tight against the wind, but as you approached, ears twitched atop a mop of disheveled white hair—rabbit ears, frost-kissed and trembling. A hybrid bunny boy, young and fragile, his small body shivering uncontrollably under threadbare clothes. His furred tail peeked out, matted with ice. You felt sympathy; you couldn't leave him there. Scooping him up gently, his slight weight barely a burden, you carried him inside and laid him on your king-sized bed and wrap him in blankets.

After a while, His ears twitched faintly as consciousness returned. He blinked up at the unfamiliar ceiling, until his gaze shifted to the certain figure. Those wide, amber eyes locked onto you first—fear flickering there as he took in you, still the stranger for him, reading quietly in the armchair nearby. You looked up from your book and adjusted your glasses, book in hand as if this were just another quiet evening.

He bolted upright, ears flattening against his head, but you didn't move, just glanced up with a soft smile. "Easy," you said, voice low and steady. "You're safe here." His gaze darted over you—your strong jaw, the way your shirt hugged your broad shoulders, and the thing he very aware of? The gentleness in your eyes, something in him lingered, curiosity mixing with caution.

Words tumbled out of him in stammers, his voice soft and hesitant. 'W-where... I mean, th-thank you? I... I don't..." You set the book aside, leaning forward slightly but keeping your distance. "It's okay. And I'm just someone who saw you freezing out there. Brought you in to warm up. No strings," answering his fragmented questions without prying. Then you introduced yourself, and as you asked what his name was, "I... I d-don't have one, really. J-just... surviving." His ears flattened against his head, cheeks flushing under the fur as he avoided your eyes. You just nodded as you skipped too personal questions and had some small talks instead since you wanted him to feel comfortable although you didn't know why..

As minutes turned to an hour, his shoulders relaxed, the tension easing from his frame. He sat cross-legged on the bed now, blankets draped around him like a cape, his long ears perking up occasionally as he listened to your easy chatter about the house, the snow, anything neutral. "...yeah, that's how things are. Anyway, where's your place? I could give you a lift." Then, with a sad droop of his ears, he admitted, "I… I don't have anywhere to go. No home."

Your heart twisted, well... not with lust, but a genuine ache for company in this vast, echoing space. "Stay here, then," you offered. "As long as you need. Whatever you want—food, clothes, anything. It's just me rattling around in this big place. Wouldn't mind the company." He blinked, mouth opening to protest, but you smiled—that charming, insistent curve of your lips that made your eyes crinkle. "Really. I'd like it." So... what if he stole? You wouldn't mind it since money was like water to spend for you.

He nodded slowly, almost against his will, a shy flush creeping under his fur. From that night on, you took care of him. Bathed him gently in the oversized tub, the warm water soothing his chilled skin as you washed away the grime without a hint of expectation. Dried his soft fur with plush towels, his body lean and unmarked, ears twitching at your careful touches. You cooked simple meals—steaming soups and fresh veggies that made his eyes light up, "Eat up. No rush." and watched him eat with quiet satisfaction.

Naming him came naturally one evening, as he lounged on the couch in new clothes you'd bought: soft sweaters that hugged his slim form, pants that fit just right over his tail. "How about we call you Theo? Short for Theodore—means 'gift from God.' Fits, doesn't it? You showing up here like that." you suggested, testing it out. He tilted his head, ears flopping cutely, then smiled—a real one, timid but genuine. "Theo… Yeah, I like it. Thank you very much!"

Days blurred into a routine of nurturing. You'd find him curled up in sunbeams filtering through the windows, and you'd bring him hot cocoa, sitting nearby to read while he sipped. Gentle interactions built the trust: a hand on his shoulder when he startled at a noise, your fingers lingering just enough to reassure. He warmed to you, leaning into your side during movie nights, his head resting against your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat. You felt a shift in yourself too—that low spark of interest flickering to life, in the way his presence filled the house with soft sounds and shy laughs.

Nights? As the wind howled outside, Theo ventured into the living room where you sat by the fire, remote in your hand as you were watching TV.

"C-can't sleep," Theo admitted, hovering in the doorway, his bare feet shifting on the rug. He wore one of your old shirts now, too big for his slender frame, hanging off his shoulders and brushing his thighs. The fabric smelled like you—clean, with a hint of cologne that made Theo's nose twitch.

You looked up, patting the couch beside you. "C'mere. Let's get you nice and warm." Theo hesitated, then padded over, sinking into the cushions. You didn't press, just handed him the remote so he could change through channel, fingers brushing lightly in the exchange. The touch was electric, innocent yet stirring something deep in Theo's core—a warmth that spread from his chest downward, unfamiliar and insistent. Then you guys talked in fits and starts. Theo shared bits of his life on the streets, the cold nights, the hunger, his words tumbling out less stuttered as you listened without interruption. In return, you spoke of your own quiet existence—the wealth that bought solitude rather than joy, the admirers who never quite reached you. "Thought life was so boring, you know? Like the world’s stuck on repeat. Until... well, having you here changes things. Makes the house feel alive."

Theo's ears lifted slightly, a small smile tugging at his lips. "R-really? I don't w-want to be a burden."

"Never," you murmured. You shifted closer, not touching, but near enough that Theo could feel the heat radiating from your body. The firelight danced over your face, the way your glasses caught the glow from the television.

As weeks continued, the care deepened. You would draw a bath for Theo after a day of exploring the house, the steam rising in the marble bathroom as you lingered just outside the door. "Need anything? Towels are fresh." Theo would sink into the water, ears floating slightly, his body relaxing under the suds. But thoughts of you—those steady hands, that charming smile—would make his skin tingle, a subtle ache building between his legs, his most sensitive area twitching faintly for the first time in memory.

One afternoon, as snow tapped against the panes, Theo approached you in the study, ears perked nervously. "Thank you… for everything," he whispered, standing close enough that you could smell the faint, clean scent of him. You looked up from your desk and smile. "Anytime, Theo. You're home now." And in that moment, with his hand brushing yours, the big house felt a little less empty.

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Years slipped by in your sprawling home, the snows of that first night long melted into memory. Theo had blossomed under your care, his once-timid frame filling out into the lithe, adult form of a young man—spoiled, yes, but in the best way. You didn't mind the way he'd pout for new clothes or demand your attention during lazy afternoons; seeing him smile, his rabbit ears perking with joy, lit a warmth in your chest you'd never known before. He was like your son, this hybrid bunny you'd rescued, and that bond kept any deeper urges buried deep. Yap, That's what you insisted :)

Yet, doubts nagged at you over time. His chest had rounded out, soft swells pressing against his shirts. Probably just thicker fur, you told yourself, hybrids varied like that. Not that you wanted to see it but you'd never glimpsed his cock, not in all the years of shared baths or casual lounging! As a kit, you just assumed it was hidden in his soft underfur, maybe um... too small to notice, yeah... But as he grew, the way he yanked up those tight pants without a wince, or crossed his legs hard during movie nights without complaint, puzzled you. It almost hurt to watch, a phantom ache you swallowed down, Ouch... that must be hurt, but never voicing your questions. He was your boy; prying felt wrong. You always pushed the impossible thoughts aside as his voice and strength were clearly a male's.

"Daddy." He winced one afternoon while shopping together with you. As you looked at him, he grinned and looped his arm around yours, "Can I buy that?" He pointed eagerly toward the toy shop. You glanced over, then shrugged casually as you pulled some money from your wallet. "Here you go. Buy whatever you want." He clapped his hands as he took the money and leaned up and gave you a peck on your cheek. "Thank you, Daddy!" Then he went into the shop. Of course, you waited nearby, hands tucked into your pockets as you watched people pass by—couples walking side by side, families with kids tugging excitedly at their parents’ sleeves, laughter drifting through the busy hallway. If I could love someone with all of my heart... You sighed.

After a while, a very soft texture touched your cheek. You blinked in confused and looked. Only to see Theo holding two plushie: a bunny one and another similar to you. "Look what I've got! Us!!" He smiled widely as he held up the plushies front of your face, "That's amazing, you have such a good sight, Theo." You smiled as you pat his head. "I love it when you praise me, Daddy..." He glanced up at you through his eyelashes and he was... flushing? Nah... must be cuz of the weather. You chuckled as you pinched his cheek, "Don't be this spoiled, boy. And stop being all cute to make me want to spoil you more." He whined as soon as you pulled back your hand, "Ouch! It's not my fault that I'm naturally adorable... Hmph!" He pouted and crossed his arms, which caused him to be even like a kiddo in your eyes, "Hahah, yeah yeah. It's just my fault that I find you cute. Well... let's go home before dinner." You gently grabbed his wrist and walked towards the exit, not noticing him smiling cuz of your every words that described him. How he love being spoiled to make you see him cute... maybe someone more than just someone you helped, he thought.

One crisp evening, you returned home earlier than usual, the weight of a long workday lifting as you shrugged off your coat. The house felt too quiet—no patter of feet or eager greeting at the door. "Theo?" you called, voice echoing off the high ceilings. No answer. You moved through the rooms, "I'm back!" checking the kitchen, "Where are you, Theo!" and the living area, until a faint, musky scent drifted from upstairs—sweet and urgent, like wildflowers crushed underfoot. It pulled you to his bedroom door, slightly ajar, a sliver of warm light spilling out.

You knocked softly, respecting his space as always. "Theo? Everything okay?" Only a low whine answered, needy and strained, twisting your gut with worry. "I'm coming in," you announced, pushing the door open. The sight hit you like a punch: Theo sprawled naked on his bed, sheets tangled around his ankles, his pale skin slick with sweat. His white furred ears twitched erratically, tail thumping against the mattress. Flushed from ears to tail, he writhed, thighs parted, one hand buried between his legs. But it wasn't a cock he touched—it was a glistening cunt, pink and swollen, folds dripping with arousal as his fingers circled his clit desperately.

Shock froze you. Don't tell me that he is in heat... You'd read about female bunny hybrids entering heat, cycles of insatiable need, but males? Impossible! Yet here he was, panting and moaning, hips bucking into his own touch. And that explained everything—the hidden anatomy, the lack of bulge, the ease in his movements. Your mind reeled, but concern overrode it all. You rushed to his side, dropping to your knees beside the bed. "Theo! What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

His amber eyes snapped to yours, glazed with lust, pupils blown wide. He yanked his hand free, slick fingers glistening, and reached for you instead. "D-Daddy… Ngh, please," he whimpered, voice breaking on a moan. 'It hurts… so hot inside. Need something inside... need you… Hngh!' The words slammed into you, raw and begging. Is he literally begging you to breed him!? Your cock twitched in your pants as memories flooded back—late nights alone, hand wrapped around your shaft, stroking to thoughts of his soft body pressed to yours. But fucking him? You'd fantasized about it in the darkest corners of your mind, imagining sinking into him, claiming what no one else had.

"No, Theo," you rasped, even as your gaze dipped to his exposed pussy, lips parted and weeping. "You... you're like my son… I can't. We need to um... get you help, a doctor or—" But he arched off the bed, ears flopping back, and crawled toward you on all fours, tail wiggling. His nipples hard peaks, and he rubbed against your thigh like a cat in heat, grinding his wet slit along your slacks. "Please, Daddy... I-I've wanted this forever. Touch me… fuck me. I'm yours." His hands fumbled at your belt, desperation in every tug, and when his lips brushed your crotch, inhaling your scent, your resolve cracked. And with a groan, you gave in, what would be wrong with this when it was mutual :)

You lift up by his chin and crushed your mouth to his. He tasted sweet, like honeyed desperation, tongue tangling with yours as you stripped off your shirt. Your hands roamed his body—finally, freely—cupping those soft tits you'd dismissed as fur, thumbs rolling his nipples until he keened. "You seem very sensitive... Virgin perhaps?" you murmured against his neck, nipping the furred skin. He smelled like vanilla and fresh strawberries, a scent that always made your cock twitch. He nodded frantically, grinding his cunt against your thigh. "Only for you." That did it. You shoved him back onto the pillows, shedding your pants, your cock springing free—thick and hard for the first time in years, pre-cum beading at the tip.

You spread his legs wide, kneeling between them, and dragged your tongue along his slit in one long lick. He bucked, crying out as you lapped at his folds, sucking his clit into your mouth. "A-AH! Daddy! T-Too much but... Hngh! Yes!" His juices coated your chin, tangy and addictive, as you plunged two fingers inside—tight, so fucking tight, walls clenching like a vice. He came fast, the first orgasm ripping through him, pussy spasming as he squirted onto your hand, ears trembling.

Not enough. You flipped him onto his stomach, ass up, tail quivering. "Gonna breed this little cunt," you growled, aligning your cock and thrusting in deep. "AhH! too big... Mmh! too good!" He screamed in pleasure, virgin barrier giving way as you bottomed out, balls slapping his furred thighs. You fucked him rough, hips snapping, one hand fisting his ears while the other pinched his clit. He came again, harder, milking your shaft until you couldn't hold back—pulling out to flip him over, shoving back in missionary to watch his face as you pumped rope after rope of cum into his womb. "Take it, boy. All of it."

The night blurred into rounds. You took him against the headboard, his legs wrapped around your waist as you pounded in deep, his tits bouncing with each thrust. He rode you next, sinking onto your cock reverse cowgirl, grinding his ass back while you slapped it red. Orgasms tore through him—three, four, more—his pussy gushing each time, soaking the sheets. You bent him over the dresser, fucking him from behind while he watched in the mirror, tears of ecstasy streaming down his face. By dawn, you'd filled him thrice, cum leaking from his stretched hole, and he collapsed against you, spent and sated, heat finally easing.

Morning light filtered in, and Theo stirred shyly in your arms, cheeks pink as he nuzzled your chest. "I… I've fantasized about you for years," he admitted softly, fingers tracing your jaw. "Being yours like this. Spoiled and fucked." You smiled, pulling him closer, your cock already stirring at the thought. "Then that's what you'll get. My goldie bunny." From then on, it was official: days of pampering, feeding him treats and cuddling on the couch, his head in your lap as you stroked his ears. Nights? You wrecked him—tying his wrists to breed him slow and deep, or pinning him down to rut like animals, his begs echoing through the house. He clung openly now, spoiled rotten, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Bonus (cuz I can't stop my dirty mind anymore!!)

You pull up to the luxurious penthouse in your sleek black car, the city lights twinkling below like stars. It's been a long day at the office, but the thought of your Theo waiting for you melts away the stress. He's been your sugar baby for months now. You've got to notice more about him, the way his long floppy ears twitch at every sound and the way his fluffy white tail wags when he's excited. He's all yours, utterly devoted.

As the elevator dings open to your floor, you step inside and spot him immediately. Theo bounces over from the couch, he is wrapped in a skimpy pink lingerie set you bought him last week. The lace barely covers his perky chest, and the thong rides high on his hips, accentuating the curve of his ass. His bunny ears perk up straight, and he lets out a delighted squeak, launching himself into your arms.

"Daddy! You're home!" he chirps, nuzzling his face into your neck. You wrap your arms around his waist and pull him close. "Missed you, bunny," you murmur, your hands sliding down to squeeze his plush cheeks. He giggles, grinding his hips against your growing bulge. "I made dinner, but… I think I want dessert first."

You chuckle, carrying him effortlessly to the bedroom. The king-sized bed is piled high with pillows and blankets, just how he likes it—cozy and nest-like. You lay him down gently, but he tugs at your shirt, his big doe eyes sparkling with mischief. "Take it off, Daddy. I want to feel you."

You oblige, stripping off your clothes while he watches, biting his lip. Your cock springs free, hard and throbbing, already leaking pre-cum at the sight of him. Theo crawls forward on all fours, his tail wiggling, and kneels before you. He wraps his small hands around your shaft, stroking slowly, his tongue darting out to lick the tip.

"Mmm, you taste so good," he whispers, before taking you into his mouth. His lips stretch around your girth as he bobs his head, sucking eagerly. You groan, threading your fingers through his soft hair, careful not to tug his ears too hard as he's sensitive there. He hums around you, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure up your spine. Saliva drips down his chin as he takes you deeper, gagging slightly but pushing on, his eyes watering with effort.

"That's my good bunny," you praise, and he preens, his tail fluffing up. You can't wait any longer. Pulling him off with a wet pop, you guide him back onto the bed. he spreads his legs wide, revealing his slick pussy, already glistening with arousal. The sight makes your mouth water.

You dive in, lapping at his folds with broad strokes of your tongue. Theo moans, his hips bucking up as you suck on his t-dick, flicking it with the tip of your tongue. "N-Ngh... Daddy! R-right there!" His thighs quiver around your neck, soft fur tickling your cheeks, trapping your head. You slide two fingers inside him, curling them to hit that spot that makes her cry out. He's so wet and tight, clenching around you as you pump them in and out.

He comes undone quickly, his body arching off the bed, a high-pitched whine escaping his lips as his pussy spasms. Juices flood your mouth, and you drink him down, loving every drop. As he trembles through the aftershocks, you climb up his body, positioning your cock at his entrance.

"Mmh... yes, Daddy. F-fuck me," he begs, his ears flopping back while glancing up at you through his eyelashes. Oh, that gaze... You thrust in slowly, savoring the way his walls grip you like a vice. He's perfect—hot, velvety, made for you. Once you're buried to the hilt, you start moving, rolling your hips in a steady rhythm.

Lila wraps his legs around your waist, his nails digging into your back as he meets every thrust. "Ah! Ah! Haa! H-Harder! I need you sooooo... deep!!" You oblige, pounding into him with more force, the bed creaking under you. His breasts bounce with each slap of skin on skin, and you lean down to capture a nipple in your mouth, sucking hard while you fuck him senseless.

The room fills with his moans and your grunts, the wet sounds of your cock sliding in and out of his pussy. He clenches around you, chasing another orgasm, and you feel your own building, balls tightening. "Cum with me, bunny. Argh! Show me how much you love my dick. Show Daddy how much you enjoy getting fucked," you growl, reaching between you to rub his t-dick.

He shatters first, screaming your name as his pussy milks you. The sensation pushes you over the edge, and you bury yourself deep, flooding him with hot spurts of cum. You both collapse in a sweaty, satisfied heap, his ears twitching lazily against your chest.

"I love you, Daddy," he murmurs sleepily, cuddling closer. You kiss the top of his head, stroking his tail.

"Love you too, my perfect little bunny." The night is young, and you already know you'll spoil him even more every tomorrow. Before you fall asleep, there's a sight before you that makes you smile: two plushies on the nightstand, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, as if they themselves were radiating calm and contentment.

[neogotmysam]

free use gf for nct dream….

(part 2 here) where all of the dreamies are super disgusting nasty filthy and can fuck and degrade you whenever wherever they want…

casually hanging out together just for jaemin and jeno to pull your shirt up skirt down and eat you out in the middle of a conversation.

purposefully taking you to eat out just so they can press on your cunny and your plug in front of the waiter making you squirm.

waking up every morning with jisung’s long thick fingers in you while he eats you out, all wet messy and gross

falling asleep every night with hyuck’s cock deep within you, cockwarming him all night

them being bored and casually asking you to strip and masturbate in front of them all, cuz why wouldnt you? ur just for their use after all…

force you to wear a dildo throughout the day in both your holes just so you’re nice and stretched all day long for all of their cocks.

jeno and jaemin double penetrating you in the back of the car with jaem’s hand round your neck and jeno leaving marks on your ass.

the only breakfast you’re allowed is their cum….and dont worry they keep your tummy nice and full and more ways than one

hyuck gaming with you on his lap and his fingers deep in your messy cunt.

jisung acting all shy before but once he gets a taste of your cunt, hes fucking you on every surface possible.

mark pulling you down onto your knees, skullfucking you. he doesnt care if you gag or choke, hes gonna deepthroat you all he wants.

you’re free use after all, so you dont need to consent you’re just a common hole for them anywhere all the time.

if hyuck wants to finger you publicly while you deepthroat jaem, you dont really have a choice, and you love it really.

jisung waking you up shyly in the middle of the night cuz hes just so hard and before you know hes thrusting so deep that you can see the bulge on your tummy.

mark spreading you open on the kitchen table in the middle of a conversation, while fucking you so hard and rough that you cant sit straight for the next day.

hyuck being super gross and disgusting, drinking up all your juices, cum, spit, piss, you name it and he wants it in his mouth.

you’re just their pretty little sex toy, they keep all your holes nice and full, and you only drink their cum whenever you’re thirsty. all of them fucking you whenever they want, no matter where they are, and you just have to say yes, be a tight fuck hole for all of them…..

hii everyone, im samara, this is my first piece of writing, i have never written before so this was really awkward and im lowkey nervouss. i wrote this mostly for myself, hope you enjoy my filthy disgusting gooner thoughts too!! pls share ur thoughts on asks (ps part 2 is so much better)

[alsoknownas-aka]

lil sis constantly teasing her big bro x big bro who waits for the right moment to tease her back 😋

In the end, big bro just cant resist his lil sis 😏 this scenario might not be the tease you had in mind because... this is the thing my brain just slipped into 😅

18+ mdni!

╰┈➤ cw: incest, big bro x lil sis, lil sis was a cunny brat 😫💢, mating press... 😟, anal?? 🤔🤔 i zoned out at the last part, again. 😁

Big bro that's a nonchalant wannabe, always having poker face, flat expression and looking all un-impressed. And there's his lil sis, a fucking brat who did shit just to see how he would react, or because she's simply just 'bored'.

Everyday were the same. Lingering touches, intense eye contact, accidental brushes of skin against skin, you wearing things that literally hiding nothing, an innocent smile on your face, then proceed to stood in front of him and make a scene of 'accidentally' bending over because something dropped, just to give him the preview sight of you with your ass sticking out, brushing against his crotch as you look over your shoulder and giving him a lip bite.

Oh, this brat is lucky he's holding back.

Or the time when you're throwing a tantrum because he got plan to go out with his friends and wanna join too, at the end, big bro always lose.

So you pulled up with the sluttiest, eyes-catcher dress out. Looking all pretty and all sparkly with the make up and gloss all over your lips, big bro immediately had to cancel the plan.

Aint no way he wants anyone, no matter what fucking gender, put their eyes on you, or possibly hands on you.

You were very disappointed. Slumped down the couch with a heavy sigh, legs tucked in the other, scowling as you give him the dirty side eye. "Ruined my chance to shows off." and he huff, rolling his eyes as he lean back beside you, "you're not going anywhere looking like that." the problem wasnt even the dress. Thinking about you being all catching and attracting, it piss him off.

"You're jealous because i might pull all the attention." you flip your hair, a smug smile playing on your glossy lips. And he physically felt the veins forming in his head. "I aint jealous shit." he grumble, voice rough and deep with frustation. He'd already planning to make you be over his knee, so he could start on the punishment.

Then, your expression shift. Face scrunched up with mischevous intent, eyes lidded with wicked glints, and he should've known that you're planning a trouble. "Too bad." you drawled.

But what he didnt expect was when you start to tug at the front of your dress, fingers curling around the silky fabric of it, and showing such view of your tits out with rosy nipples perked and all. No bra in sight.

"I already planned on doing this if we really go out."

Oh. Oh this fucking brat. His hand immediately flash out to tug the fabric back to it's place. Thick fingers staying on the valley of your tits, another hand on your face, roughly smushing your cheeks together that make your lips puckered.

"Ouch. Too much for a reaction?" you tease. But he's not playing anymore. "You cant expect me to not react like this when you're acting like you ask for it." his voice a deep, rough rumbled came from his chest.

And that alone already make your skin prickled with anticipation.

Even still had the audacity to smirk, "oh yeah? What you gonna do 'bout it?"You shouldn't have said that.

Because now, you're being folded into the nastiest mating press you've ever been. The dress bunching around your waist, your knees pressed over your shoulder, his weight pressing down on you like he's giving no mercy.

Sharp smack of his cock hitting the spongy spot in each thrusts that got you squirming and letting out choked gasps and pathetic whimpers. "So- hic- rough fuchk-" you cant even scratch or hold onto him because he got both your wrists pinned up your head.

He's putting you down. And he's not letting you loose. "You asked for it." he mumble, snapping his hips into your pelvis that got his mushroomy tip poking into your cervix. his balls smacking against your asshole like it's taunting for you to 'be ready'. And you're born for it.

"Fuck- fuckfuckfuck im-" a strangled line of whines and pornstar moans came from the back of your throat as you cum all over his cock. Toes curling, hips stuttering and jerking as he planted his cock deep inside, feeling your walls gripping him around his whole inches like you're trying to choke him, then he's sputtering cum into your uterus. Felt him filled you deep inside your stomach and all you can do was take, and take some more.

When he finally pulled out, you took hungry deep breaths. Body vibrating around his hold cause you're overstimulated and very much overly-sensitive. While he kept you in the spot cause he dont want any of his cum spilling out, even as he watch some of it threaten to spurt out like you're too much full of him.

But he wasn't done, not in the very bit.

So he took his still hard cock and line it up your asshole, a gasp came out your mouth as you look up at him, perplexed, but he only smile down at you.

"Dont give me that face. Im giving you the attention you thought you might be getting. But it's all me, so deal with it."

Then he's pushing sooo agonizingly slow. Dragging inch per inch into the tightness of your asshole, your breath hitching and unconsciously holding your breath as you felt the sting of tears welling up the corners of your eyes. He's really going all out with the punishment.

And you know what? Maybe big bro wasn't that disappointed to stop the plan on going out with his friends. Not if he had you like this. On his mercy, crying and an absolute wreck under him.

You're so pretty looking like this.

All for him.

Only for him.

God, he might need to stop holding back and punish you a lot when you start to act out after this.

A little reminder that whatever shit you're about to pulled, there gonna be consequences.

a/n: MATING PRESS W BIG BRO AAAAAAAAGHHHHH 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫 i need it. 😞

[sh4rkkks]

𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 ✵

𝐓𝐰: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡.

𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𖧐

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈

being married to Simon was an absolute cakewalk when it came to sex. you needed something quick? you're in luck because he's already hard. it’s your world, he’s just living in it. yet on occasion, you’re greeted by the reality that Simon can get disgusting when it comes to you.

you’re laying on the couch with him, wrapped up in his arms as the two of you watch a movie. you’re laying between his legs, warm flesh enveloping you beneath the soft blanket you’re tucked beneath.

“so pretty, babygirl,” his voice is gruff against the side of your head, lips pressed against your hair. his large hands cover your skin, the right resting on your inner thigh and the left holding one of your tits. his left hand squeezes and massages the flesh through your shirt, absentmindedly smushing it between his palm and your chest.

he’s completely entranced by you, paying no mind to the movie you picked for the night. his lips trail a hot path across your shoulder, nose pushing the collar aside to grant himself better access to your supple skin. you giggle as he sweeps his mouth over the ticklish junction of your neck. his right hand squeezes the flesh of your thigh, rubbing up and down the skin.

“simon..”

“shh, baby, m’tryna watch the movie.”

his hand runs up your thigh, large palm dragging over your clothed cunt. he moves his hand up and down in a rhythmic motion, grunting in approval when he feels your warmth seeping through the soft cotton shorts. one of his thick digits pushes the fabric aside. his middle finger runs down the slit of your pussy, pressing the fabric of your panties into your lower lips.

your attention is understandably no longer on the movie, nails digging into the flesh of his thighs.

“perfect fuckin’ pussy…” he mumbles to himself, inhaling against your neck. your head grows dizzy as he pushes his finger against your entrance, your underwear growing slick pressing to your hole.

“g’nna touch it, yeah?” it’s less of a question and more of a statement, his palm moving to press on your abdomen. large fingers shove at the hem of your clothes, dipping beneath the elastic material. “shit, lovie. smells so fucking good.” you let out a squeaky sound as his fingers brush over your clit, his index giving it a couple soft taps that have you squirming. his left hand moves from your chest, roaming up your throat before holding your jaw. “quiet. can’t hear the damn movie.”

you’re a goner, soft pleas coming from your mouth before he ultimately shuts you up. two of his fingers push past your lips, the heel of his hand pressing against your chin as he shushes you again. his hand between your legs tugs off your shorts and underwear, propping your legs up to give himself unrestricted access to your sensitive skin. you jolt as he gives your pussy a soft smack, his fingers flattening against the lips. “you like that, baby? hm?” you’re unable to respond, mumbling around his fingers before he shoves another one inside your mouth. you gag, hands reaching up to claw at his wrist. he doesn’t give, instead punishing your action with another soft smack.

“wanna play with this pretty cunt ‘nd you’re making it hard to.”you moan around his fingers the second he starts to roll your clit, the pad of his index sending a jolt through your body. he applies firm pressure in warning, silently telling you to behave if you want to even consider an orgasm. he moved his fingers up and down the slit of your pussy, spreading your slick around before he gives you another soft smack. this one is harder, the sticky juices enticing his reaction. “feels good, huh?” his tone is teasing, thick accent muffled by your throat.

you nod, babbling around his fingers. you’re unable to move, legs trembling as he teases your sensitive skin. “what do you want? want me to finger this pretty little hole?” his fingers circle your entrance, denying you of any stimulation. he smiles when you respond, an inaudible sound vibrating around his fingers. “take that as a yes.” his teeth nip at your neck, causing you to arch back into him with a yelp. he takes the opportunity to shove a finger inside your weeping hole, pumping it in and out slowly.

he pulls his fingers from your mouth, relishing in the string of spit that connects from your lips and his digits. “so pretty.” he praises, large hand wrapping around your jaw and smearing your spit along your skin. he adds a second finger to your hole, drawing a moan from your—now free—mouth. “simon!” you yelp, the stimulation making your body vibrate with need. “my girls getting greedy. c’mon babydoll, let me hear how much you need me.” his words egg you on, soft pleas and whines falling from your lips. the sound of the movie is muffled by the squelching of your cunt, his fingers driving hard and deep into your entrance.

his hand around your face moves to your hair, tugging your head back. he takes advantage of your gaping mouth, a fat glob of spit falling from his lips and onto your tongue. he seals it with a bruising kiss, tongue sliding against yours. “g’nna cum for me? fucking squeeze my fingers.” he grunts against your lips, another wad of spit falling onto your lips as he pulls away. his tongue runs over the puffy skin, dragging his spit across your lips and cheeks.

he absolutely tugs your orgasm from you, your thighs trembling as he finger- fucks your soft pussy. the second you begin to come, he pulls his fingers out, moving to smack your clit. tears form in your eyes at the sting, soft cry’s falling from your spit slick lips. “c’mon, babygirl.” he doesn’t stop rubbing your pussy until you’ve fully subsided, his hand trailing up to your inner thigh. he rubs in a soothing manner, leaving wet kisses along your jaw.

you pant, your body turned to mush in his arms. once your heart rate has returned to normal, he’s pressing you into the couch cushions and fucking you until you squirt all over him.

𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝!!! 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲, 𝐢’𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.

part 2?

yes!!

no thanks

Voting ended onMar 2, 2025

[alliiieeecattt101]

hmmmmm… 🥺