warnings: nsfw, dry humping (not for long), humiliation, impact play
“fuuuuckkk, baby,” you hear him rasp from beneath you. “look at ya, you’re doing so well.”
you whine in response, hips bumping against his quicker and harder. each roll of your hips increase in pressure, desperately chasing that friction against your clit. it’s so frustratingly good—but your pussy is aching for skin to skin.
he looks at you with dazed eyes, blown out and fixated on the pleasure and the sight of purely you. his boxers have already shown to darken in the past few minutes, and your panties are quick to follow. every bump of his clothed erection against your aching clit has you pressing down firmer against his crotch. your hands have purchase on his biceps, squeezing the muscles as you beg for more.
“need more—ah—!” you cry as the man beneath you grabs onto your hips, firmly rolling you down in a controlled and precise way to have you drunk. “need it—you—in me!”
“nah, gotta make you cum like this first,” he drawls out crudely, raising one of his hands towards your face. “you haven’t even asked me what i want, dollface. you’ve just been using me.”
yeah, right.
the reddening skin of your hips and your ass from earlier says otherwise. he’s so mean, controlling the way you rub up on him then blaming you—it’s not your fault it feels so damn good. his hand that reached up is now on your chin, caged between his thumb and index finger. it’s to make you look at him—really—but your eyes don’t follow. instead they’re rolled back, off and away to focus on the intoxicating pleasure of his cock twitching against your heat.
“tch, you’re pathetic,” he spits at you. he releases your chin and winds his hand back for a few seconds before landing a slap against your cheek. it’s not gentle—it’s crude and humiliating—but you moan at the impact anyway. he forces you to look at him again, and this time your eyes are trained on his. he stares at you with such venom, like he’s ready to break you apart if need be. “you fuckin’ look at me when i talk to you. got that?”
you mumble out a slurred “yes” before he slaps you again. “couldn’t hear you, pretty. say it again.”
“yessssss—!”
your panties are completely drenched with arousal, and it’s shared as it soaks through his boxers as well. arousal thins out the fabric, and you can feel his cock moving against your clit. you’re dizzy—your eyes are trained on him but you don’t actually see him. all your focus pours into the speed of your hips, bouncing yourself on his lap like there’s no tomorrow.
you can feel it coming—you’re almost past your breaking point. and the way he groans and moans beneath you, his back arching against the pillows and the bed, make it clear that he’s close too. “that’s right, my dirty girl. chase—hah—chase that fuckin’ high of y—yours..”
“w–wanna cum t–together!” your lips find his in a sloppy kiss. your tongue doesn’t hesitate to push back the barrier of his lips, and he allows you to. it’s so dirty, saliva dripping down each other’s chins as your bodies entangle into one another. you’re so tired—but luckily his hands are there to help and guide you.
as soon as he feels your hips falter, stuttering as you reach your high, he takes the reigns. he’s moving you up and down against his cock at a faster rate than before, and overstimulation breaks in for you. he lets out a guttural groan into your mouth as he feels his cock twitch once—twice—and now he’s cumming into his boxers.
the fabric doesn’t do much to absorb it—between your clothed heats—lies a slimey, translucent stream of white connecting both of you.
your body collapses into his, and he catches you with arms wrapped around your waist. you two lie there for a few moments before you can feel his hand slapping gently at your butt, gesturing for you to get up. and you do, raising your hips and one leg off over him.
you think you two are done—until he halts you from lying down. you shoot him a confused, dizzy look, and then you feel his fingers slipping past the waistband of your panties to tug them off.
“thought ya said you wanted me in you, doll?”
a/n: i didn’t know who to write for here’s ur favs x you!!
ʚ♡ɞฺ main m.list ྀིᨯ — cw. nsfw & 18+ content ahead, cockwarming, i don't specify gender so take it as you will; characters included: albedo, alhaitham, capitano, childe, wriothesley, diluc, neuvillette, kinich, xiao, dainsleif, wanderer - nsfw utc!
albedo lets out the prettiest little moans, and whimpers when you're just sitting so sweetly on him. he feels his own eyes roll back when he sees how you lean back onto his chest.
leaving a hand on your waist, and the other trembling on the vial he's struggling to hold up.
"god, my... hah- love. please, stop s- squirming..." placing small kisses on your nape made you shiver from how smooth yet cold his lips were.
"you're amazing," leaning his head against you, oh the things you did to him.
alhaitham squeezes your thighs to tease while he prefers you facing him while he finishes up his paperwork as a scribe. he is and has always been a brat tamer, so please, when you begged to keep him hard so he could fuck you on the desk he worked on?
"hmm? no, i'm not done yet. you do realize i prefer having all my files arranged alphabetically. we're only on 'r', yes? then wait."
loved to occasionally slap your ass to watch it ripple and feel you hold him closer. yes he makes you squirm and says you're a brat for doing so.
capitano worships your body and forgets about his work. he can do that later or assign someone else to do it for him anyway, but if you really insisted, he wouldn't mind an attempt on doing both. he'll have one hand on your body while the other signs his signature.
"taking me so well, mmmh... you look amazing like this." has you facing the paperwork he does while his hand covers your thigh.
likes to spike the temperature in his palms to surprise, yes he gets a little kick out of seeing you jolt in surprise because you clench <3
childe can't concentrate on his paperwork for anything more than five minutes. not when you look so adorable being a little display for him when he has work to get done. definitely the kind to tell you to face him so he 'concentrates better' when in actuality he can't.
"god, i can't do this anymore, spread your legs f'me. yeah, right now. lay down on the desk- fuck the paperwork."
has his hands all over you by the time he thinks you two have made out enough :)
wriothesley is also apart of the vision play squad, he agrees just to touch you with cold hands. loves to see your eyes go wide with both shock and pleasure at the same time. its condescending with how frigid his fingers feel compared to the warmth that lays itself on his lips.
"you're so fucking adorable- keep moving and i might just fuck you right here and now. i don't care if the windows are opened,"
someone has spotted you guys at least once with how often this happens honestly.
diluc is the other side of the coin because he uses his vision to make you relax. a warm arm that wraps around your waist to keep you patient while he finishes the paperwork for the winery. he doesn't promise he'll speed it up though, likes to see you suffer a little.
"patience, doll. i'll fuck you when i want to, okay? okay. now stay still, unless you want punishment."
honestly? bites in the most visible places ever if you keep squirming.
neuvillette is a bit desperate for both work and you at the same time. that's why you both don't mix well, especially when you thought it was a good idea to do so when he's already in the mood to fuck.
"haah... must you- really make me wait? yes? i- if you say so, then i'll allow it."
he can resist as long as you have him on a tight leash, but otherwise? you might as well be called bunnies.
kinich agrees on the pure intention of getting to tease you even while he was inside you. even goes as far as to bounce you up and down a few times before he signs off on a few other commissions. if you prefer light teasing, he'll keep you spread very wide to let cool air on your body.
"no. keep them spread sweetheart. i wanna see you crumble, yeah? too big? too bad."
surprisingly he's gravely into praise-degrading you. i won't expound.
dainsleif doesn't even know why he's still trying to deal with the bills he has to manage when he could do that later and take you right now. nonetheless, it's up to you when you guys get to fuck. doesn't stop him from stopping every now and then to kiss up on your nape.
"fuck, i can't wait anymore. my love- please just let me serve you. just once."
places sloppy kisses all over your body before actually fucking you like you two were just married.
wanderer is similar. he has pure intentions only to tease until it actually is happening and now he's crumbling under you. and i can't even lie? using the right words and actions,
you could totally just end up dominating him without him noticing. surprisingly, he's desperate, and is willing to slide all the papers off to serve you.
again. surprisingly.
"ugh. n- no way you can actually handle this any longer than you should."
xiao is obsessed with the idea secretly. unironic freak in the sheets and hides it very well until you take it off him. freaks out when you clench around him to tease, pinches your skin to tell you to stop but secretly wants more.
authors note . You ask, and you shall receive. This was kinda fun to make, so I might do more in the future. I'm not good at writing scenarios too quickly for vids, because that'll take me weeks to construct, so for these scenarios, I just described what happens in the video, with some added dialogue. I guess it's useful if any of the videos get deleted... anyways, enjoy!
✮ in his lap, with your back against his chest, his hand around your throat
Your hand is on top of Scara's, out of instinct. His other hand is between your legs, two fingers circling your clit in a rhythm that's making your thighs shake. He's inside you, but he isn't moving, just letting you feel the way he fills you with his cock seated so deep inside. Your squirming causes you to grind on him, and his hand on your throat tightens.
"Did I tell you to move?"
You try to stop your movements, and he doesn't even give you a break as he rubs your clit faster. Your squirming gets worse, your body clearly trying to chase something his cock won't give you. You shift your hips up again, involuntarily, desperate, and he finally snaps his hips up, one brutal thrust that makes you drop back onto him. He holds you there, grinds in, your vision going spotty.
"That's what you wanted, isn't it? You couldn't even wait.. pathetic."
✮ collar and leash...
He fucks into you roughly, his grip on the chain keeping your back arched at the angle he wants, and every time you drop your head, he yanks the leash until your chin lifts back up.
"Head up. I want to hear you. Don't you dare hide in the pillow."
At some point, as expected, you do collapse face down, your entire body trembling. Instead of yanking you back up, he puts his foot on the back of your head. He's still inside, grinding into you with his foot, pressing your face into the sheets. Your moans sound just as pathetic as before, just... muffled now.
"You're so well trained, I barely even had to teach you."
✮ vibrating cat tail
You're face down with your wrists and ankles cuffed to a spreader bar that keeps your legs apart. The vibrating plug he put inside you has been going for long enough that your hips are twitching on their own. You can't move, can't close your legs, you can't even think properly. And he's just sitting beside you on the bed with a brush in his hand, writing on your skin.
You feel the tip of the marker drag across your ass. You can't see what he's writing, but you can feel how slow he's going, how precise each stroke is.
散兵のマゾ.
He tells you to "Hold still," when your hip jerks at the dot. He adds a small heart next to whatever he wrote as a cute little addition. "You know what it says?" You shake your head into the pillow, and he leans down, his lips near your ear.
"It says you belong to me, in case you forget." He turns the plug up in vibration, and you forget everything except for his voice and the marker moving against your skin once again.
(yes i changed the japanese lettering cuz i couldn't translate that girls ass for shitz... leave me ALONE)
✮ clit jewelry
He had the jewelry commissioned, made perfectly for you. (If you're a silver girly, imagine he got that for you instead) Gold chains that loop around your hips and between your thighs, and a small gemstone that dangles from the connecting chain. It was expensive, barely made a dent, he's a harbinger after all.
He's lying between your legs, one hand on your inner thigh, the other tracing the chains with his fingertip, watching how your clit swells through the ring the more he touches around it.
"Pretty."
His finger circles your clit slowly through the ring, and the beaded chain sways with every movement. He strokes, circles, and flicks, watching you squirm, watching the gemstone dangle between your legs.
"I should make you wear this under your clothes. Walk around with my jewelry on your cunt, and nobody would know except me." His thumb presses directly onto your clit, and the gemstone presses with it. "and you."
✮ tied up
Your ankles are tied and pulled back toward your head, your thighs spread and bound, ropes around your torso and arms holding you open and vulnerable, with your hips elevated. Moving is impossible, and that is the point. He smacks you across your ass, then again, and again. Your skin changes colors faster than a mood ring, pink, to red, to dark red.
He squeezes the marked flesh between his fingers, spreading you open, keeping you on full display for him. You're wet enough that he doesn't need to ease in, one thumb in your cunt, the other in your ass, pressing inside you.
He brings in the wand vibrator eventually, pressing it against your clit with a pressure that's too much. You jerk against the ropes, but the ropes don't give... he doesn't either. He holds it there while he spanks you, while his fingers work inside you, watching how you crumble.
"You don't get to cum. Not until I say you can."
WANDERER
✮ mid-term exams at the Akademiya are over, and he can finally give you the attention you've been craving
He's on the floor with his back against the mattress, and you're in his lap. He kisses you the way he's been thinking about it for seven days straight, and when you stand up, he doesn't let you leave. His mouth finds your thigh, your hip, and then he's pressing his face against you through the fabric like he's starving.
You push the fabric aside, and his mouth is on you like an apology he'll never verbalize. He eats you out standing up, your fingers in his hair, your legs shaking around his head, and when your knees give, he catches you, pulls you down, and kisses the taste of you back into your own mouth.
"Missed you," he says into the kiss.
✮ the position he's in after you begged him to, and he agreed only because you promised it would "feel good."
He's flat on his back, knees up, his cock lying heavy on his stomach while the device you convinced a Fontaine engineer to build drills into him at a pace that you control. You're sitting on his face because sitting and watching is boring, and why not waste an opportunity to put his mouth to good use?
Every time you turn the dial up, his mouth vibrates through your cunt hard enough that your thighs 'accidentally' clamp over his face.
"Fuck… slow it… ngh… slow it down, I didn't say you could-"
You turn it up, just for that, and he bites your thigh in retaliation. You don't hesitate to turn it up higher. His hips lift off the bed, his cock twitches against his stomach, and the sound he makes is so desperate that you almost feel bad... but not enough as you dial it up 3 more levels.
✮ he's taking his time between your legs
He's lying flat on his stomach between your thighs, his arms hooked under your legs, his hands resting on your hips. He's not rushing because your reactions are too entertaining to skip through.
His eyes are fixed between your legs, watching the way your cunt clenches around nothing every time his tongue hits the right spot. The muscles tighten, release, tighten again, a visible flutter that he can see, and his mouth curves against your clit.
"Look at that, you're clenching so hard, and there's not even anything inside you." His tongue flicks across your clit again, and he watches your hole pulse in response. "That's adorable... You're so desperate for something to squeeze on, and all you're getting is my tongue."
✮ you talked back to him in front of the other Akademiya scholars. this is punishment
You're at your vanity, touching up your makeup for your next class, when Wanderer picks you up and throws you onto the bed. You mistake it for him playing around, so you let out a giggle that dies down once you realize what he's really in here for. You still had your makeup brush in your hand, and he uses that as the main tool for the punishment.
The soft bristles trace the inside of your thigh, barely even touching you, and your leg twitches anyway. He drags it up higher, your hips shifting as he does, and he draws slow circles on your clothed clit with the brush tip, the soft fibers tickling in a way that's too light to actually get you off.
"You're not allowed to move."
You try, but it's hard when the brush keeps circling, feather-light, especially when the area between your thighs is so sensitive.
"You're very quiet now..."
Your body is twitching involuntarily, your clit swollen and aching for pressure that the brush won't give, and every time you shift your hips to chase friction, he pulls the brush away for three seconds before starting over. "I could do this for hours," he says, "and I will, until you learn that talking back has consequences that last longer than the conversation."
LOHEN
✮ you lost a sparring match and the penalty is whatever he decides
You're on top of him, straddling his hips, facing him, and his cock is between your thighs. He's lying back with both arms behind his head, relaxed, like this is something he's watching happen to someone else.
"Tighter. You're barely touching me."
You press your thighs together, and the friction changes; his cock slides through the tighter space, and his hips roll up slightly, involuntarily, before he forces them back down.
"Don't look smug," he says, even though you weren't. "You're the one on top of me doing thigh exercises for my entertainment. This isn't a win for you."
He lets his arms drop from behind his head, his hands finding your hips, and he guides your grind faster, setting a pace that makes his cock slide between your thighs in a rhythm you can feel in your clit. His hips push up to meet your grind, and the pretense of boredom is cracking.
"Fuck." His hands grip your hips harder, fingers digging in, and he cums between your thighs, spilling across the inside of your stockings and dripping down.
"You should lose more often. And next time, I'm not letting you use your thighs."
✮ he doesn't use his hands like he's bored, like the girl on her knees with his cock in her throat isn't doing anything worth gripping for
He grinds his hips into your face in a rolling rhythm that pushes him across your tongue and into the back of your throat with each push, and the sounds you make around him are garbled.
When his cock slips out, spit stringing between your lips and the head, he slaps you. It's a quick one, and, before you can even fully process the slap, he grabs the back of your skull with one hand, feeding himself back in, and his hand drops, hands-free again.
"You stopped. I didn't say you could stop."
He fucks into your mouth faster, one hand finally gripping the back of your head as he grinds deep, pulling out to stroke twice, and then feeding himself balls-deep, holding you there, your nose against his pelvis. He does this a couple of times before he lets you breathe.
"Good prey."
(ik its a mlm vid, but hush ur mouth HUSH.)
✮ he treats it like a game. you're the thing being chased
You try to crawl away from him, scrambling toward the headboard. Lohen laughs at you, his hand closing around your ankle and pulling. Your body slides across the sheets, and you try to kick, your free leg pushing against the mattress, but he's stronger, and he's not even trying. He drags you toward him with one arm like you weigh nothing.
"Where are you going?" He sounds genuinely curious. "There's nowhere to go. The bed has four sides, and I'm on all of them."
You try again, your leg twisting in his grip, and he lets you struggle for a few seconds because it's funny to him, before moving toward you, and dropping your ankle when he's between your legs, forcing them open around his hips. He's naked, fully, and you can feel his cock brush against your inner thigh as he settles.
"You're running from me," he says, leaning over you, one hand finding your throat, "with your cunt this wet?"
His cock drags against your folds as he shifts his weight, sliding through the slick, and the grin on his face gets bigger. "Your body's not very good at lying. Your mouth says stop, but down here?" He grinds his length against you, the head of his cock nudging your clit. "Down here is rolling out the welcome mat."
He pulls you up by your throat, lifting you off the mattress, and you're in his lap, facing him, your bare thighs around his hips. His cock is pressed between your bodies, the heat of it against your stomach, and his free hand slides up your side, fingers finding the hem of your top.
His hand leaves your throat and drops to your chest. He bites at your tit through the fabric, his teeth closing your nipple through cotton, tugging, and your back arches into him instead of away. He grins against the fabric, bites harder, and his other hand pulls the top up, bunching it above your breasts.
He shoves you down, flat on your back, the mattress bouncing under you, and his hands strip your underwear off in one motion. He holds it up, looking at the wet spot, the soaked center of the fabric that's dark and visibly damp.
"Look at this." He turns it so you can see. "You left a whole confession in your underwear, and you're still pretending you don't want this?"
He brings the underwear to your mouth. You clamp your lips shut, turning your head, and he grabs your jaw with his free hand, squeezing the hinges until your mouth opens. He stuffs the fabric in, and you try to push it out with your tongue, tasting yourself, the salt and musk of your own arousal coating the cotton. He pushes it in further with his thumb, watching your tongue fight a battle it's losing, until the fabric sits behind your teeth and your protests are reduced to muffled sounds.
"Much better." He lets go of your jaw.
Eventually, the positions shift, and you end up on his chest, his arms around you, and his hand between your legs. He rubs your clit while his other hand finds your throat again, settling around it loosely.
You can feel his cock against your lower back, hard and twitching every time you squirm against him. The underwear in your mouth muffles every sound into something garbled and pathetic, and you can feel your spit soaking through the fabric and dripping down the corner of your mouth.
"You ran from me for about four seconds." His voice is in your ear, his chin resting on your shoulder, watching his own hand work between your legs. "Four. And now you're shaking in my lap, dripping through my fingers, with your own panties in your mouth." His fingers speed up, and your hips buck. "You may be the worst prey I've ever hunted, but you're the funniest."
(you can tell i got carried away... sorryz 👀)
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part three of my new favorite series <3 part one (venti, dahlia, lohen), part two (xiao, heizou, kazuha), part four (illuga, bennett, lyney, freminet) @smirkyblueberrywhale
contains cockwarming, tit slapping i love, clit stimulation, mean nari and mean-ish cyno?? we need more mean men, mean subby wanderer just to balance this out, breastfeeding and titplay ♡ bonus virgin reader and virgin durin, 'just the tip' trope but is itttt
the scorching heat of the desert makes you lightheaded, but fortunately general mahamatra is right here to assist you! cyno has you sprawled on his bed in his desert home, thumb circling on your clothed clit until your tongue is lolling out of your mouth and your tits are bouncing with your every move. "not yet", he says, voice curt and firm, and you whine. "patient, pretty. thought you'd rather cum on my cock, can i?" you nod furiously, so impatient and curious about how the cock of famous general looks like. cyno slips his robe off, and his shaft springs free, fat and heavy, leaking sticky precum already. in any other scenario, you'd be hesitant, even scared, but you're already so weak from the heat that you spread your legs, shyly biting your lips, inviting cyno to ruin you.
"n-nari." you mutter into your boyfriend's shoulder, voice muffled by the fabric of his clothes. "not yet, dearest", tighnari stops you before you can say anything else. "n-ngh.. but-" "i said not now. a big girl like you is more than capable of listening to her superior, is she not?" you nod, desperate. you're sitting on tighnari's lap as he works on what feels like endless documents and reports to send back to the akademiya. usually this isn't a problem, but currently you feel like his cock is gonna split you in half if you sit on it any longer. his shaft throbs inside your sopping pussy, his tip hitting your cervix with your every move and twitch, only getting you closer to your orgasm. "a-ah!", you jolt up. tighnari laughs, playfully slapping your tit, making the soft flesh redden. "stay focused. i'm almost halfway done". you're in for a long and tedious afternoon, it seems.
you know your boyfriend, the wanderer, is a tough nut to crack, but even closed off guys need care, right? so you try and put your subbiness aside, and for once take the lead. the puppet is laying on your lap, your plush tits falling onto his perfect face, while his cock stands red and proud, begging to be touched by your soft hands. it's big, way bigger than you imagined, and it's so sensitive, twitching as soon as you try to wrap your palm around it. it's too big even for your hand, but scaramouche doesn't mind your sloppy handjobs, no, not when he has your puffy nipple in his mouth, sucking and tugging on it. his other hand is playing with your other tit, making you wince and stop jerking him off every time he slaps it, pinches it and lewdly squeezes it. you're so embarrassed - letting him toy with you like that, but can't stop tugging on his fat cock, desperate to see hat guy shoot his thick cum all over your hands and tits ♡.
being lumine's travel buddy in nodkrai and celebrating once the whole reir situation is over... coincidentally you got closer and closer to the shy dragon boy from mondstadt and despite both of you being flustered and inexperienced, you find yourselves in your room at the flagship, door locked and your shirt on the ground, while durin's wide eyes won't leave your bra covered breasts. he's a simple guy, just a paid of tits enough for his aching cock to start throbbing and leaking, and he involuntarily starts humping your clothed pussy with his cock. your soft moans and flushed face bring him back to reality, realizing that he has to be patient and undress the both of you to properly mate with you... but his brain is mush and all he knows are his primal urges, so he just tugs off your shorts and pulls your panties to the side, unveiling your perfect, pretty pussy. you whine, cold air hitting your clit, but the noise gets stuck in your throat once you see durin's dick. big, thick, too heavy to stand up on its own and so, so close to popping your cherry (and whatever the male equivalent is). "w-wait." you mutter. "h-huh? di-did i do something wrong, o-oh archons, i'm sor-""..it's so big", you whisper. "p-put the tip in first, kay?" durin nods, and slowly pushes his spongy mushroom tip into your folds. both of you moan, whimper, and you know that he's going to slip his entire shaft into you. but who can blame him? he's so clumsy, he'd never do it on purpose, right?
Wanderer fucking reader infront of lohen after he gets jealous seeing them interact..?
wanderer x fem!reader. lohen x fem!reader. smut. jealousy. masturbation. spanking. creampie.
lohen has been getting way too fucking comfortable around you lately. wanderer dispises the way lohen looks at you. his cocky, shit eating smile. how he always find some way to touch you when he talks to you. absolutely loathes the way he flirts with you.
for wanderer, there is only one solution here. put you on all fours, and absolutely ruin you in front of him.
lohen would see who's cock is making you feel good. so fucking good that sob while you cum, shaking while your pussy makes an utter mess on his cock.
wanderer's thrusts are dominant in every way. his cock head abuses your sweet spot, tearing a lewd moan from your throat with each thrust. your fingers claw at his sheets as his hips snap relentlessly into yours.
"oh archons! it feels so good! it feels so good!" you babble behind your moans. you arch back against him, your walls clamping gummy and tight around his cock.
wanderer smacks his hand across your ass, and you whine in utter bliss. his cock is squelching almost obscenely in and out of your hole. "fuck, you are swallowing my cock," he groans, bringing his hand down across your ass again.
he presses down on your back, pushing so deep into your sweet spot that your lewdest moan yet sounds from you. you squeak, embarrassed at how you sound, burying your face in wanderer's pillows.
wanderer grits his teeth, and glares. "oh no you fucking don't," he hisses, grabbing a handful of your hair. "i want him to fucking hear you moaning for me," he pulls your head up out of the pillows, "let him hear just how good i am fucking you."
lohen casually sits back in the chair next to the bed, legs spread and his hand on his cock. he can barely keep his eyes off how prettily you arch back into wanderer's cock. the way your tits bounce from the ferocity of wanderer's thrusts.
the way your body twitches, and trembles as a wave of pleasure overwhelms. the look in your eyes turning more cock drunk and hazy.
lohen couldn't say he didn't feel envious because he did. he presses circles on his leaking cock head, sighing as it throbs in his hand. he should be him fucking into from behind, filling your cunt so fucking full.
you should be moaning that lewdly for him.
lohen squeezes his hand around his cock, his eyes trained on the way your pussy is utterly ozzing on wanderer's cock. if he couldn't be the one breeding you, he thought antagonizing wanderer was a (un) fair compromise.
"she sounds so pretty," lohen smirks as his fists his cock, "if it wasn't for getting to oogle her pussy stretched so perfectly, i would close my eyes, and get off to the sound of her moans," he ruts shamelessly into his hand, not bothering to cover up his moan as his cock pulses in his hand.
wanderer glares at lohen, smacking his hand on your ass again. "don't think for one second you can fuck her this good," he hisses, reaching down to rub your puffy clit.
he is determined to make you cum hard in front of lohen.
you feel utterly boneless, barely able to hold yourself up anymore. tears well in your eyes as you look at lohen. an extra burst of aroused warmth courses through you. there is just something about lohen watching you get fucked, casually stroking his cock, openly enjoying himself..
you sob softly as your clit throbs under wanderer's fingers. "please..need you..to fill me..scara.." you babble, the tightening of your orgasm leaving you nearly breathless.
wanderer can't help but smirk as he rolls your clit between his fingers. "do you hear who's cock she is begging for?" hearing you cry like this for him makes his cock throb that much harder.
lohen mocks your moans as annoyance ripples through him. "your pet sounds so pretty when she begs. she'll scream while i breed her," your moans for wanderer sound way too pretty..
it made him want to stuff his cock into your mouth, and throat fuck you. wanderer wouldn't be able to hear your pretty moans with his cock down your throat...
wanderer hisses, his cock throbbing almost unbearably inside your cunt. he taps your clit with his fingers, relishing in your whimper of pleasure as you tremble. "if you fucking think you could even breed her, you are stupider than i thought."
your poor body is overwhelmed by this point. your pussy spasms tight as a sob tears from your throat. wanderer chuckles, soothing his fingers on your clit. "that's it, cum hard for lohen. let him see who makes you fall apart."
wanderer's hand grasping your hair is the only thing keeping you up as your orgasm washes over you. you barely hear your moans for a moment as pleasure to bursts white hot behind your eyes. your pussy gushes wet around wanderer's cock, making lohen lick his lips.
"fuck, i am cumming," wanderer groans, purely to spite lohen. he wants lohen to know the moment his cock spills cum inside you.
wanderer takes extra time fucking his cum back inside you. he is utterly delighted seeing cum drip from your hole when he pulls out.
lohen would be forced to cum in his hand looking at cum seeping from your abused hole.
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you're so stuffed full it hurts, the blunt heaviness of scaramouche pressing mercilessly against your deepest point, first feeling like a gentle sharpness seeping into your cunt, bit by bit— alas now, brutally expanding into a thick dagger that teared through you, making your stomach flutter and your legs kick weakly around his waist.
the wreckage between your bodies was sickening, disgustingly filthy, yeah? with the sheets soaked, your thighs sticky and spent, every sinful sound echoing the endless hours he'd spent splitting you open, filling you past the point of reason, his cum leaking from your overstretched hole, smearing wet and hot across your thighs and down to soak into the dampened sheets.
now, scaramouche suddenly doesn't let up and you're wondering if he's spent his entire energy already, yet he stops thrusting out of you completely and doesn't let you move either, instead, he just holds you there, wraps his arms around your frail body which was still impaled so deep you swear you could feel the furious throb of his cock even in your lungs.
scaramouche presses his mouth to your ear, panting ragged and uneven, a broken little laugh clawing free— high and breathless as you knew it, almost delirious with how good you felt squeezing around him, "can i stay like this, please? you're so perfect, so perfect around me, i could stay like this forever— fuck, watch you fall apart without even fucking moving," as your body clenches down, taking him, another hot gnaw of your walls gushing around him turning the man on fire as scaramouche shudders like he's about to lose what little sanity he has left.
⚝ XIAO
you can feel it— the stretch of xiao grinding himself inside you, the crushing pressure too, fuck, the way he's buried to the hilt of your cunt right now, so violently heavy it felt like he's splitting you open at the seams, surely wanting you to properly go through his girth and memories its entire shape.
you can feel every fevered twitches of him too, the way his cock thickens inside your spasming walls and the veins on his length hardening, deepening into your swollen walls until they painfully scratch you, although forever locked in place by the desperate squeeze of your body.
xiao's breath stutters against your shoulder, his sharp teeth scraping your skin as he's too far gone to be gentle with you anymore, your slick dripping between your bodies, pooling a filthy mixture under you both as every time you even attempt to breathe, your hips flinch upwards, sparking another molten jolt of overstimulation that made your toes curl and your gut tighten painfully.
"i can't—" xiao chokes out, voice breaking, but he doesn't move, cannot move, you hear him? the man just stays buried in you, shaking when you play with the hair sticking to his forehead as your warm pussy begins to milk him in slow, unbearable pulses that made both of your heads spin endlessly.
⚝ KINICH
kinich's too big, yeah, that's it, and frankly? it's a miracle how you even took him at all, your whole pussy burning from the stretch as he bullies inch after inch into you— to well, yeah he fit everything inside your cunt of course, there was nothing that the man sought more after other than relishing in the wetness of your constricting flesh moulding to his warmth.
you're overflowing of pressure and your back arches at the mindless spasms of his cock, every lazy throb of his thickness inside you and even worse? whenever kinich slightly repositioned his hips, he'd indirectly grind into your sweet spot deeper, branding you from the inside out.
kinich's breath hitches, his mouth trailing messily down your jaw as he whispers broken, worshipful nonsense against your fevered skin as his cum spills out of you with every tiny shift of your hips, thick and hot and endless— yet he only moans lowly into your neck, cradling your hips to his like he's afraid you'll pull away.
your stomach feels heavy from all of it— thick and weighted with his cock bulging in you as if somebody would continuously press down on your lower stomach in order to have you so very stuffed, on the verge of cumming.
your thighs jerk and seize around his narrow waist, his pelvis muscle tensed so tight it's like your body was trying to trap him and keep him forever, or, hm devour him whole perhaps?
every flutter of your overstimulated walls pulsed a broken sound out of your boyfriend, "stay, baby, stay—" kinich gasps against your mouth with a voice so raw it broke apart, forehead crushed to yours like he's drowning, like if he lets go of you for even a second, he'll be ripped out of you and lost forever, "please, i can't— i can't be anywhere else but inside you, don't make me leave."
⚝ KAZUHA
who could've imagined you'd be left gasping like this, half-choked and frail, twisted up in the brutal shape kazuha had folded you into— with your breath snagging, lungs burning, every heartbeat a dizzy pulse between your legs where he refused to let up, refused to let you go.
you can't think, it's impossible— not when he's seated so deep it felt like he's branded something inside your walls, a black hole carved inside your stomach that only aches for him, the blunt head of his cock catching again and again against your fragile, delicate place that left you flinching and gasping for more, truly lost to the slow, helpless spasms of your own body losing control.
your thighs quivered violently, wasted of his movements, clutching around his waist in a desperate, mindless bid to keep him buried inside— to keep things brutal too, the searing stretch of his cock pressing against your sore, slippery walls which were addicted to how he felt.
every breath hitched on the throbbing swell, on the way your body reacted around the thick, unrelenting weight still seated deep inside your pussy— with every twitch and turn, hot, viscous drips of cum ooze from your hole which only made you clench harder, wanting to be full forever, like your body could mold itself around him only if you begged hard enough.
kazuha's hands tremble where they cradle your face, like he's terrified he'll shatter you if he moves as his forehead presses to yours now, breath broken and stuttering, "you feel so good, it hurts," he whispers against the shell of your ear, as if confessing a dirty secret.
his hips continue to twitch helplessly yet he does not pull out, enjoying the warm tightness of your pussy, yet another wet spill floods into you when you realize he's cum again, your hole milking him hard in response as kazuha groans out your name through a husky tune, like your body alone could tear the soul right out of him.
premise: the wanderer got sick of hearing you whine about your waning sex life
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this was all your fault.
the wanderer would have never done this had you not been such a whiner. you had been complaining for days on end about how you hadn't hooked up with someone in months. due to the amount of work you always had going on, it was almost impossible to find someone to lie with, much less whom you had a genuine close connection to. thus, to make up for your lack thereof, you spent any free time complaining to him about it, making it his problem to bear as well.
one random day after having finally reached his limit, he snapped at you. in a fit of rage, he spoke before fully thinking his words through and asked if him helping you out would make you shut up. there was nothing he could say to save himself after he said it, so he stayed quiet after the fact, assuming you'd probably just poke fun at his words and endlessly torment him about it.
yet instead, you stayed quiet yourself. keeping your eyes on his, you inched yourself closer to his figure. "you'd really do that for me?" you'd ask, looking touched by the offer he put down. it had completely gone over your head that there was a chance he wasn't being serious, your demeanor suddenly becoming more solemn. the wanderer looked back at you, a look of surprise now planted on his own face. he was slightly hoping you'd drop the serious face and tell him how he fell for a joke or something, but you never did. your gaze stayed firm on him as you awaited an answer, not seeming to find any humor in the topic whatsoever.
he swallowed hard before opening his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat. he stood still with his mouth agape, unable to provide an instant response. why was he having this big of an issue clarifying that what he said wasn't spoken with real intention behind it? as the seconds stretched on, he finally was able to gain some of his voice back and give a weak response to your question.
"sure," he croaked, the man's previous plans to turn down the suggestion going out the window alongside his sense of reason.
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squelch! squelch!
the wet sounds you and the wanderer were producing rang through the walls of the room. it had been a week since you and he had the conversation about "helping" you out. he'd insisted on planting some rules before you two did anything, though, not immediately open to the idea of giving you access to his whole body. the shorter male assumed that by implementing orders you had to follow, he'd be able to have some sort of control in the arrangement.
however, right now he felt the farthest from being in control—regulations and everything included. you and the wanderer were laid down on your bed, with him on top of you with his legs practically glued together. your cock was piercing through the small hole of space in between his thighs, roughly thrusting upwards to create some sort of friction. one of his rules had been that you weren't allowed to penetrate him, so everything the pair of you did stayed mainly surface level or somewhat tame in his eyes since you "didn't go all the way."
this didn't feel like you weren't going all the way, though. with how harshly you grasped the fat of his hips and rutted yourself upwards into his thighs, the sight beheld looked anything but tame. it was very clear that him only giving you permission to fuck the makeup slit in his legs did nothing to deter you from enjoying his body to the best of your ability.
"I'm so happy you brought up this arrangement," you lowly whispered, your voice coming out wobbly as a result of your frantic movements. due to the wanderer being on top of you, his head was near your ear, causing the sudden words you uttered to travel through his sensitive ear and produce a shiver down his body. "I was so lonely without you," you purred into his auditory canal. he swallowed hard at his body's reaction, trying his best to keep the noise on his end to a minimum. the damp sounds of your dick and the fluids coming out of it making contact with his lower half were already humiliating enough for him to hear.
"b-be quiet," he'd stammer out, keeping his reddening face tucked into your chest and away from your view. why were you being so sappy about this whole ordeal? and why did you phrase your words as if it was his doing that you two are in this predicament? you were the one that came whining to him every day about your waning access to sex. he didn't even mean to really get into this situation; it was a mistake in his word phrasing that landed him here. it was all your fault; he swore he didn't want this!
that's what he repeated to himself to feel better. to have someone aside from himself to blame for the completely avoidable circumstances he'd made himself victim to. to have an excuse to hide behind when he felt his dick twitching and the knot in his lower belly growing tighter, knowing full well he actually enjoyed these meetings just as much, if not more, than you.
in response to his words, you craned your head closer to his, marking a trail of sloppy kisses from his ear to his cheek. he shivered again, the noises he'd tried to keep down this time escaping past his lips through a soft whimper. "I'm just saying, I really appreciate you," you expressed, as you nuzzled your nose into his skin, ignoring his frail attempts to reject the gesture. "you didn't have to do this for me, yet you were so kind to give me your body to aid with my frustrations."
the wanderer let out a deep sigh, using the breathwork to avoid making any other sort of noise. he swallowed hard before nodding, silently acknowledging your words. as he thought to himself, your words replayed in his mind.
maybe you were wrong. maybe he didn't make a sacrifice by offering you his body. perhaps that day he agreed to your arrangement; he didn't only say yes due to being caught off guard.
maybe he, in fact, did need this as much as you and was more than okay with how things turned out.
i dont even watch porn like that guys but i found this absolute GEM like i haddd to share with the class
fem/afab!reader, impact play (slap dat ass🙌), nicknames (baby, princess, lwk good girl)
the sounds of skin against skin fill up your boyfriend's bedroom as he rams into you from behind, his hand slapping your ass for a dizzying mixture of pleasure and pain.
you scream into the pillow below you - the only thing semi-grounding you on your trip to pound town -, taking in full force how his pillows smell just like him. this only added to the allure, for all of your senses are full of him and him alone.
the thought makes you mewl, your cunt squeezing around him impossibly tighter as he grips into the crumpled up blanket holding your ass up.
"fffffuck, you're so tight baby." his voice deepens as he rocks into you even faster. you could only respond with open-mouthed moans as his tip grazed the parts of you that had you seeing galaxies.
you were cumming soon, and he knew that.
"you g'nna cum for me, princess?"
",,yes,," you manage to say from the top of your high. looking back at him, his furrowed face meeting your teary eyes and drooling lips, you ask him, "can i?"
he almost stops entirely. he wanted to launch himself onto you and kiss that blissful expression on your face, but he had to finish what he has started. with one last slap to your ass he commands,
"cum."
and like the goodest girl in the world, his princess, you obey.
