#twofer

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+𝟏𝟖 ᢉ𐭩 uh! there's a sale happening — two for the price of one .ᐟ.ᐟ

˚₊‧꒰ა reo and nagi

“s-sei! please, augh!” your shaky hands flattened onto nagi’s broad shoulders. the burning sensation harshly clawing its way all over your contracted muscles. “i, ah! can’t anymore” your thighs trembled under the grave pressure they were assiduously pressurize. your hips stuttered lightly, as your gummy walls gently closed around nagi’s shaft.

his face scrunched up in pleasure. his eyelids shook as his gaze searched for yours. his head comfortably resting over your hand, nuzzling into your flesh. “shh,” his mouth moved onto your hand. laying soft little chaste kisses all over your curved digits. “stay a lil’ longer” intaking a heavy breath, he throws his head back. exposing his slender neck to your hungry eyes, as his hair fell artistically away from his features. “reo’ll do it all for you now”

“mhm,” reo lips latched onto your neck. sucking and biting his possession all over your skin. his hand pushed your hips back into him. guiding your back to press against his muscular torso. “i will baby” pressing a hand down onto your tummy, he encourages a loud whine to glide past your lips. allowing the print nagi’s cock to gently blossom under your plush stomach. “cause apparently,” his fingers dug their way into your soft hips. guiding your body to drift away from nagi’s cock. “nagi’s too lazy to properly take care of you”

“am not!” nagi whispers. his eyes locked onto your body, almost enchanted by the way you still grind over him. his hands slithered around your waist. resting them over the small of your back. “i jus’ love watching you” leading your body to his, he lowers his body onto the mattress. allowing his back to collide with the soft puffy texture as your weight gently shatters onto him. “i’m never lazy with you, right baby?”

you nod, not even sure what he’s talking about. your face sweetly lounging onto his broad chest. “lemme in baby” reo’s voice slithers inside your clouded mind. commanding and guiding your body to move, almost on its own for him. your back arched over nagi’s steady body. reo hummed, leading your legs to gently part allowing your pussy to spread open just for him. “fuck, that’s so good” he moans, stroking his aching dick over your sopping wet folds.

“hurry reooo!” nagi whines. arching his torso closer to your hands, as you claw your nails over his reddening flesh. “i need her again”

“shut it” he snarls. shoving his length into your puffy cunt in a sudden tyrannical thrust. “mine now” talking mostly to himself, he slowly glides his cock in and out of you. almost cumming on the spot the moment your warm walls clench dangerously hard around his sex.

“don’t cum, ‘kay?” nagi whispers. his voice muffled as his lips hover over your silky hair. sneaking his hand away from your back, he follows the candied path of your hips. placing his long digits right over your swollen clit. “not for him — not with him” circling and pinching your clit, he groans, throwing his head back onto the pillow. the second your teeth sink into his flesh, biting your presence over his leaned chest.

“don’t listen to him” reo hips smacked harshly against yours. his hand now traveling over your arched back. cupping nagi’s one into his strong hold. guiding his fingers, he presses onto your clit. adding even more pressure to his, already unbearable thrusts. “r-reo!”

“make him suffer a bit” he urges, plunging his cock even deeper into your puffy cunt. “let him watch, what i can do for you”

˚₊‧꒰ა isagi and nagi

“yoichi!” your hips followed the sloppy motions of his tongue. circling and clinging around his face. his lips curve into a smug smile, as he gift your clit soft little kitten licks. “huh?” nagi hums. his face and chin covered in your juices as he fights for his spot over your drenched cunt. “why him?” shoving his head deeper inside your pussy, he growls out in frustration. sending straight sinful vibrations right over your throbbing entrance. “why are you moaning for him?”

isagi smirk only enlarged at his white haired rival reaction. carefully drifting away from your pussy, he looks down at your aching sex. allowing a fat glob of saliva to drip down and merge into your folds. “that means i’m winning” slurping both his spit and your juices into his mouth, he buries his face into you. tongue lapping and grinding against everything on his path. “right baby?”

“don’t answer” nagi snarls. shoving isagi’s face away from your cunt. “jus’ don’t’, ‘kay?” nagi’s middle finger slithered past your quivering cunt. slowly pumping in and out of you as his tongue rolled and strokes all of your sweet spots.

“nagi!” isagi pouts. diving his face back in you. now, fighting and pushing his rival’s body away from you. yearning for a better spot to use and abuse.

“see?” nagi slurps disgustingly loud against your parted labia. looking up at you as his finger still glides all around your gummy walls. “it’s not that hard. so c’mon princess”

“say my name”

a/n: still have like 2/3 bllk drafts to finish after this, then i’m done (im so sad - feel free to thirst and request something 😭) + publishing this hyped AF ‘cause i just aced my mid terms!!

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[zweiginator]

Ive always wanted to hook up with someone in a drive in movie theatre, idk who id want more out of art or patrick in that situation because patrick would be 🥵🥵 but art would know how to give me butterflies (hooking up with art gives losing your virginity to a sweet boy on prom night vibes)

Art asks you sweetly, innocently (mostly) if you’d like to come to the drive-in with him because you’ve been talking about wanting to go. He picks you up at 7:30 on the dot (just like he promised) with your favorite candies but he assures you he’ll buy you popcorn and a drink there because their butter is the best. Parks far away because in his mind it’s improbable that anything will happen but if it were to, he would want you to be comfortable. Wouldn’t want to make a scene either. He heard you can be put on the sex offender list for that kind of stuff? But for the entire movie he’s overthinking. Wondering if you’ve thought about how far he parked—he really, really likes you and he wouldn’t want you to think that he’s just there to get laid.

But halfway through the movie you’re absentmindedly rubbing circles on Art’s thigh and he’s gnawing on the inside of his cheek, debating what to do next. He turns to you and decides he just has to do it. Cups your face and leans in and gives you the sweetest kiss; he tastes like artificial butter and cherry coke and the gum he chewed beforehand as a sort of manifestation of this exact moment.

Eventually, you deepen the kiss because he’s not wanting to be forward or presumptuous but you’ve been wanting him to kiss you for months now and he wore these grey sweats and his hair is messy, eyes wide. He whimpers as you guide his hand to cup your pussy, wet and impatient for him. He pushes your panties to the side and leans on top of you unhinging his jaw to kiss you harder, feel his tongue with yours. Curling his fingers inside you, he gasps at how tight you are.

“Did you bring a condom?” You tug on the hem of his shirt. He nods, pulling out the purple foil from his pocket.

He fumbles with it, cock hard and heavy in his hand and he’s glad his windows are tinted so nobody can see. But you’re looking at it. Pretty and pink with purply veins. He’s flushed; aroused, embarrassed, in love. Pushes inside of you with his fingers interlaced with yours. His movements are fluid and he groans as you grind your hips to meet his, foreheads pressed together and slick with sweat.

“Fuck,” he’s close already and you pushing your shirt up to reveal your perfect tits isn’t helping him. Latches onto your nipple and looks up at you for approval. It’s a miracle how fucking hot he is, yet how unaware he is of it.

Patrick knows what he wants when he floats the idea. If it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t happen. But he’ll try it, even though you’re such a goody two shoes. This is your third date and you’ve made out a little, but sex just hasn’t happened yet. Patrick has this way about him, though. When he makes out with you, he teases you—gives you a glimpse of what’s right in front of you. He won’t pressure you; it’s a slight flip of the hem of his t-shirt, a glimpse of his abs. The obvious tent in his shorts from the five-minutes of slow kissing you gave him when he dropped you off after dinner.

It leaves you wanting more. And, even though this—the drive-in, fucking at the drive-in—was his idea, he wants you to think it was yours. The movie starts and you’re already stealing glances at each other, moving closer. He smells like tobacco and musky cologne. Soon, you’re tucked under his arm and he looks down at you, his thumb rubbing your cheek. You lean up to kiss him: a tiny peck. Just because.

But he wont do just one kiss; he tilts your chin up and softly bites your bottom lip, running his thumb across the skin and then his tongue is in your mouth and so is the spearmint gum he was chewing. You whimper. Patrick uses his teeth to pull the strap of your tank top down.

“Is this okay?” He asks.

You nod and push your hand under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his tan, the easy hardness of his muscles.

“Can you take this off?” You feel embarrassed to ask, but he’s quick to entertain your question.

And before you know it your own shirt is off and so is your bra. Patrick all but devours you, kissing and licking around your nipples and pushing his huge hand down the panties hidden underneath your little denim skirt.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He smiles against your lips and you whimper.

His fingers are quick; they spread you open and push themselves inside you, thumb intermittently rubbing your clit in small circles. Your head falls back onto his shoulder. But then he stops because he wants to hear your groan of disapproval, the little mewls that tell him just how much you like this— being fucked by his fingers in public. Dirty girl.

“You want me to keep going?” He asks, bringing his fingers up to lick them clean. “Or do you want me to fuck you?”

You watch his lips wrap around his fingers and nod.

“Which one is it?” He’s mocking you and you like it.

“Fuck me.”

As quick as you say it, Patrick sits up on his knees to undo his belt. Lays you down as he pushes his boxers down. Kisses your ankle as he pulls your legs over his shoulders and swallows your moans as he ruts into you hard enough for the car to rock.

“God,” he groans into your neck. “You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

[thatsbelievable]

[hippiebikergirl]

Two for Tuesday!!

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[sexy-goddess-girls3]

Twofer🍑🍑Peachy perfection

[sleepy-hyperfixations]

Macho bro alpha will until his best friend's omega little brother mack is around, then he's such an astrological simp everyone but Aiden's suprised bcs will's been after mack since before either of them presented

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