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tim and steph are at the beach too

[yummypunchyo]

18+ mdni!! Fratoji gives good dih

Smut, p in v, org@sm, he lwk has a squirting kink, getting dih down, js pure dih n puss

“She told you she celibate, but she told me I can nail her shit”

Fratoji found it seriously funny how he had the campus “nun” underneath him taking his dick right now. Who could’ve known you were a slut behind closed doors, considering how many guys you’ve turned down claiming celibacy. Yet, here you were on your back for him.

“And here I thought you were some stuck up goody two-shoes, but here you are,” he snorts, “taking my cock like a bitch in heat.” His thrusts were fast and deep. Hitting every needy spot in your weeping cunt. You just kept sucking him back in every time he pulled back, not that he was complaining. “It’s like this pussy was made for me. Were you holding out just for me?” He teased. His chest pressed against yours as he puts his weight on you.

“S-Shut up~,” you whimpered. This was like the third or fourth round already, safe to say you were exhausted as fuck. You both came so many times already but he didn’t show any signs of slowing down. His thumb was pressed down on your clit, rubbing at it in a jagged motion. Your head was thrown back as your mouth stayed agape as a series of moans and whimpers spilled out. You felt another orgasm coming as he fucked you through it. “Yeah that’s it, come on my cock doll,” he said with a smug expression. The scar on his lip high.

You did exactly that, painting his cock white. You felt limb already. Toji leaned upwards and lifted your legs to your chest. His cock bullied your poor cervix like it personally offended him. “You can take me deeper now doll,” he chuckled, “you feel that? All in your stomach? That’s all me. All me in this fucking pussy.” He held both legs together with one hand as the other went to your clit. With the overstimulation he was bringing to your clit, you squirted on his defined abs. “Shit, I’m sorry,” you apologized. “Don’t be doll, think you can do it again?” He asked.

“I don’t know,” you whimpered. “Don’t worry I’ll get you there,” he said before flipping you over onto your knees. You felt his heavy cock plunge into you again. You moan out as you clenched around him. You felt everything in this position and fuck did it feel good. His pace turned slow and agonizing. Your warm gummy walls kept him trapped. “Tojiiii,” you whined. “I know it feels good doll,” he said before moving with a quicker pace. His hands gripped on your ass as he moved. One hand sneaked around your waist to your clit. Playing with it as his fingers matched the pace of his thrusts. You squirted on him once more before he bottomed out and came in the condom.

He rolled off you and plopped onto the bed. “Fuck that was good,” he sighed out loud. You hummed in agreement as you caught your breath. You then turned towards him with a half serious expression before saying, “don’t go telling your little frat boys about this.” “Yeah yeah, I know. Ms. Uncrackable,” he muttered with slight mockery. You playfully hit his arm, “oh shut up.”

Although, you knew Toji wouldn’t be able to keep his big mouth shut. He told em the first chance he got. Which was literally a few hours later. Hard to say you didn’t expect it. At least the dih was good.

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[raphaellearp]

Phantom Pain

[katienaberrie]

─── ⋆ aftercare

CALL OF DUTY - MWII - SIMON RILEY

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 summary: in your last relationship aftercare wasn’t even a concept, but with Simon Riley it’s so much more than that.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: just Simon giving you aftercare for the first time because what the hell I have free will ALSO 18+ puhlease!! Mdni I’ll boot kick you out.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff so rotten your teeth will fall out.

Pairings: bf!Simon x gf!Reader

The next best thing to sex with Simon Riley was the aftercare - you thought as your gaze followed him into the bathroom, his frame disappearing behind the doorframe. You were sore, heart hammering and skin slick with sweat as you basked in the aftermath of it all, but a soft smile stretched across your lips.

You felt like you were positively glowing.

It shocked you the first time you both had sex. Not that you expected him to discard you with his back turned. But considering your past relationship, the lack of love after making it was normal for you.

Didn’t make it suck any less though.

So when it came to Simon. A man who practically intimidated every neighbour of yours within a block, muscle and tattoo ridden and who killed for a living - aftercare seemed … overly emotionally strenuous for him. Like it would make things too real? You thought.

But when it came and he held you as though you could crack like strained glass, gently wiping your skin with a lukewarm towel, you couldn’t hide how enamoured you felt.

How did so much care and love come from the same hands that drew blood.

“What’s tha’ look for?” Simon pointed bluntly as he butterflied your hips open to clean your core “nothing just-“ you swallowed thickly, blinking “didn’t expect all this” you breathe. Simon’s brows furrowed in confusion, gaze still tethered to wiping you clean “Christ dove, what kind of men have you been havin’ sex with” his abrasive tone made you huff a laugh “shitty ones” you retorted.

“Fuckin’ clearly” he said, guiding the rough towel over your stomach.

Seconds passed and you were still unable to wipe the adoration off your face, something Simon noticed with a huff of a laugh “ya lookin’ at me like I’ve just bought you a fuckin’ puppy” mirth dripped off of his tone.

You gently pushed him “shut up”

“What kinda man do ya’ take me for” Simon questioned while he moved to soothe the inside of your thighs. You let his words hang in the air before you responded “not a shitty one” he hummed in amusement, his belief of your words wavered thin.

Simon tended to the hickeys and bruises, apologising gruffly for getting carried away. To which you said that you didn’t mind “Good” he said, throwing the towel into the dirty clothes basket before lying down next to you “C’mere” he graveled, arms outstretched.

You complied, draping your arm across his scarred chest. A new found sense of relief flooded through you at the feeling of being so tenderly cared for. Simon heaved a sigh, coiling his arm around your waist to pull you closer “M’fuckin’ girl” he murmured before kissing the crown of your head.

This was how it was supposed to be.