When he's a golden retriever in public but anything but that in bed
He's always had a personality in the public of oh he's too sweet and charming, the golden retriever, cutie who helps old ladies cross the street, the one who crams his girlfriend's family members names and birthdays, the one who carries all your shopping bags and never let's you lift a finger, who takes you out on dates to celebrate any achievement, who drives you everywhere. He's the perfect text book golden retriever boyfriend in public but in private it's a whole different story
When he has you face down in the bed sheets crying from over stimulation as he plows back and forth into you whilst you're shaking and barely staying up on your knees if not for his hands keeping you on your knees and arching your back perfectly so he can fuck your cunt just how he wants.
"S'too much" you slur out whilst squeeze the sheets beneath you to get a sense of stability "sorry love it's just that you look so good today─ and everyone kept looking at you and nngh fuck" he rasps when you squeeze around his swollen cock, the compliments going from your head all the way to your cunt.
Nobody would think that it's your boyfriend who couldn't hurt a fly that has his hand squeezing the fat of your hips and fucking up into your ass and rearranging your guts.
"S─shit right t─there" you whine while he pistons into your with his balls slapping against your clit driving you crazy, every thrust sending closer and closer over the edge.
The sheer size of him overwhelming you backed with how many times he's made you cum has tears running down your face and ruining your makeup
"S──so tight, all mine fu─ck... No one else mine mine MINE nghh" he's so fare gone after going about this for hours his cock twitching inside you.
"I'm gonna, I'm c─cum─" you cry into the pillow body shuddering all over, eyes rolling back hips snapping back into his cock, spasming and gushing all over his cock. Finally you felt his cum flowing deep into you fill you up to the brim the frothy mix of both of your releases forming a ring at the bottom of his dick.
Still recovering from the high you notice he hasn't stopped moving in you, his cock is still going at that punishing pace, like he doesn't even realize he's still fucking you and talking to himself in a daze "ah fuck so good baby , too good your pussy feels too aghh"
Warning: smut, fingering, f&m, slut shaming, slight ass play, edging, spanking, pussy eating, etc. MDNI 18+
NOT FULL ONESHOT
Pissing off your boyfriend alt!geto was something you didn’t want to do. So when you decided to sneak out and go to a party he specifically told you not to do? You knew there would be consequences, but you didn’t care.
You stood in the crowd with your friend, your second drink in hand when your phone began to ring in your hand. You didn’t even look at it, too drunk to care. It’s not like you didn’t know who it was anyway.
“Your phone has been ringing for thirty minutes, [❤︎]. You don’t wanna answer that?” Your friend asked over the loud with music, “Might be important!” She said, a slightly concerned look on her face.
You shook your head, leaning closer to her ear so she can hear you better, “No point! It’s just Geto.” You shrugged pulling back away once you got your sentence out.
Her eyebrow raised but decided to not push anything longer, “Well, I’ll be back. I’m gonna get another drink.” She said, with a nod of your head she turned around, walking back to where the people were mixing together random drinks.
Then, your phone rang one more time in your bag. This time, you pulled the phone out of your bag and there you saw your boyfriend’s contact lighting up your screen. With a huff, you walked to the most secluded place in this packed house so you can answer. You pushed through sweaty and drunk bodies, even a few people making out until you reached the balcony.
The cold air angry, the wind blowing your curls into your face. You finally answered the phone, your thumb pressing the green button, “Hello?” You spoke, phone pressed against your ear.
You could hear Geto take in a deep breath on the other side, like he was trying to recompose himself, “Come outside.” His deep voice spoke on the other line. A shiver went down your spine, you didn’t know if it was from the cold tone in his voice or the cold gust of wind.
“Wha—how do you even know where I am?” You questioned, eyebrows furrowing as your could fingers gripped the phone in your hand.
Another second of silence passed, then he spoke again, “What did I just tell you?” The dominance in his voice made your thighs clench together as your panties dampened.
“Okay, okay. I’m coming.” You reluctantly agreed, “Don’t hang up until you see me.” He spoke on the other line. You mumbled a small ‘okay’ and stepped back inside. You looked for your friend before your eyes found hers across the room. You didn’t even need to speak, just gave her that look and she nodded understandingly.
You made your way out the front door, the wind smacking you once again. Your teeth chattering as you looked around the parking lot of the apartment. Then you saw him. Geto leaned against the black car, a hoodie over his body with some sweatpants on. His long hair up in a messy bun, a few pieces sticking out. The piercings decorating his face practically glimmering under the lamppost light. You looked down at your phone, pressing that red button and walked over to him.
His eyes met yours as you finally stopped right in front of him. His gaze skimming over your shivering body. Your backless shirt that hardly even contained your breasts, the shirt cropped enough to show your pudge, the same pudge he should’ve been at home sleeping on right now. But nooo. You just had to go out and do the exact opposite of what you were told to do.
“Inside. Now.” He said, opening the passenger door for you. Even while he was upset he was still such a gentleman. You silently slid into the car, knowing better than to speak right now. He slammed the door, making you flinch slightly as you put your seatbelt on.
Your gaze followed him as he walked in front of the car all the way to the drivers side. The door flew open as he slid into the seat. The door slammed behind him as he started the car. The irritation visible on his face. The silence filled the car, only thing audible was the quiet radio playing. His large hand resting your thick thigh, his grip slightly harsher than usual.
“I’m sor— shut up.” He replied, not even letting you get your sentence out. You immediately shut your mouth, biting down on the inside of your cheek. The car speeding down the roads until he parked into the parking lot of your house.
He exited the car, walking all the way over to passenger side and opening the door for you. You mumbled a small ‘thank you’ you slid out from your seat your heels clicking against the floor until you made it go your door. He trailed behind you, his presence like a shadow. A shadow you so desperately wanted to fuck right now.
The front door slammed behind you two. You kicked off your heels before finally turning around to look at your boyfriend. You looked up at him, eyelashes batting in hopes that it would make him go easy on you. His gaze met yours, eyes staring down at you.
“What did I tell you?” He asked, head cocking to the side as he stepped forward, you stepped backward until your back hit the counter, “I’m speaking to you, [❤︎]. What did I tell you?” Geto repeated, his hand gripping your chin to make you look up at him.
“You told me not to go to the party.” Your voice lowered to a whisper, your eyes looking at anything but the man in front of. Your thighs clamping together as your pussy thumped at the sheer thought of what he’d do to you.
Geto used his free hand to cup the back of his ear, one eyebrow raised, “I’m sorry? I can’t hear you, say one more time for me.” He said, his tone mocking as he leaned down to your height.
You cleared your throat voice raising just a bit, “You told me not to go to the party.” You repeated, gulping as your nails dug into your palms, needing something to ground you.
“And what did you do? Did you do what I told you to do?” He questioned, forcing you to look at him. You bit down on your bottom lip, slowly shaking your head no, “Ex-fucking-actly. You did the exact opposite of what I told you to do.”
You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out, “Yeah that’s what I thought.” Geto huffed out. Before you knew it, he had you bent over the counter. Your fingers gripping onto the edge of the white marble. He bunched your skirt up at your hips, the black lace panties coming to view. The damp spot so very obvious. He bit down on his bottom lip at the newfound skin. Your smooth brown skin, your inner thigh glistening with your slickness.
“Such a slut. Getting wet from me being upset at you.” He said, his hand coming down harshly against your ass, watching it recoil from the smack and ignoring the wince that escaped your lips. Being too impatient, he didn’t even remove your panties, just ripping it out of his way.
Geto leaned down, his most brushing against your slit as he inhaled your scent. His hand came up, rubbing on your puffy clit. The pleasurable feeling making your hips buck forward. Your head was laid on the cold counter as soft moans left your lips, “You like that?” He asked his lips puckering over your slit to spit on your pussy. His eyes locked on how your pussy let out globs of arousal. Two thick fingers lining up with your entrance
When you didn’t reply, his tongue clicked of disapproval, “I asked you a question, pretty. Don’t make me repeat myself.” You let out a needy whine, your head nodding as you turned your head to look at him, “Yesss, feels so good, Sugu.”
He let out a hum, his finger easily sliding inside, automatically curling upwards. His thumb was quickly replaced by his tongue. Geto sucked on the nub, swirling his tongue around his while his fingers thrusted into your pussy. The loud squelching sound filling the room with every time his fingers thrusted back inside.
Your moans filled the kitchen, you grinded back against him. He quickly lifted his free hand, sending another swat to your ass that only made you cry out in pleasure he moaned against your pussy, teeth grazing against the nub. He effortlessly rubbed the ball of his piercing against your clit, circling around the nub. Shivers ran through your spine and you back arched against the counter. His fingers never stopped moving, making sure they repeatedly touched that spongy spot inside of you that made your walls flutter around him.
He pulled away from your pussy only to spit on his thumb, bringing to your second hole, his free hand spreading your cheeks apart. He circled his thumb around your puckered hole, his mouth coming back down to wrap around your pulsing clit.
“Fuck, Sug… I’m so close.” You whined out, your head resting back against the cold marble counter. He kept going until you were right at your peak then pulled away.
All the pleasure gone. You let out a whine, lifting your head to look at him over your shoulder. Your eyebrows furrowed as confusion and frustration flickered over your face, “Bad girls don’t get to cum.” He shrugged, leaning down and pressing a kiss on your ass cheek.
“I’m sorry, sugu!” You exclaimed, a pout on your lips as you stood up straight and turned around, now facing him. He just cockily smirked and raised an eyebrow.
“You will be. Go upstairs and strip. By the time I get up there if you’re not naked we will have problems.” Geto said. The look on his face said ‘talk back if you want to’. With a sigh you nodded, pulling your skirt back down since it was bunched up at your hips. He as you turned around, he sent a smack to your ass making you hiss and rub where he just hit.
You mumbled something under your breath and stomping up the stairs.
Boy did you have a night ahead of you.
Alrighty, just a quick sneak peek of what I’m righting so far. Lmk if you want to be added to the taglist. Lowkey my first time writing smut so don’t judgeee.
Sex isn’t always about reaching orgasm. Sometimes it’s about sinking into each other so deeply that everything else fades, about feeling the wet heat of connection where skin slips and sticks and slides, and the only dance that matters is the one that's created with every grind of hips and soft gasp against parted lips.
It’s why I love tribbing. Not just for the friction, but for the way our bodies speak without words, the way our soaked flesh press and rub and thrust in that slow, hungry rhythm that feels like both a question and an answer, like a silent promise passed between us through sweat and breath and need.
It’s about the clutch of thighs, the tangle of hair caught between fingers, the low moan that spills into the space between our mouths just before another desperate, open-mouthed kiss. Because it’s not about racing towards an orgasm, it’s about staying in the moment, hips rocking and undulating together in a dance that has no destination.
choking a dom out while they pound into you and watching their eyes flutter and their strokes get sloppier from the lack of oxygen going to their brain. now we're both getting fucked stupid <3
i need to be laid out amongst the many pillows on my bed, spread open by their fingers as they devour me with such ferocity. tongue lapping messily, i’m dripping down their chin. their eyes only leave mine to roll a little at my taste on their tongue, their devotion never wavering in the look they fixate on me while i whither and whine for them. adoration. infatuation. complete and utter devotion.
fucking her in missionary with my hand around her neck, thumb pressing down against her pulse point. thrusting in and out in time with her heartbeat, no faster, no slower. feeling her pulse speed up as she realizes what i'm doing, moaning underneath me as my thrusts speed up to match it.
I need a girl who will pause from making out with me to place a few slaps across my face just because it turns her on so much to hurt me and watch me take it, only to dive back onto me once she has left her marks even hungrier, groaning into my mouth and biting at my lips
want my hair wrapped around someone's fist while they keep me face down into a pillow. need to feel their fingers slowly fucking into me and making sure that for every thrust in, my thoughts go out. praising me, talking down at me, calling me princess, just anything to hear their voice while they make me a mess. i'd go on and on, begging to cum, begging for more, just for them to tsk their teeth and go even slower since my lack of patience is nearly dripping down their wrist. i'd pathetically cry into the pillow, desperately squeeze around them, but it would be done with the biggest, fucked out smile as i let them do whatever they want to me
Wanna dip my fingers in a girl's pussy, feel her wetness sliding down my arm while I finger her and all we can hear are her desperately moaning to go faster and the wet noises
I want more labubus specifically for my Castiel cosplay because you cant tell me Cas and Jack wouldnt have an unhealthy amount of labubus
Jack found out about labubus when Claire was making fun of them and got really excited and bought a bunch and when Sam, Dean and Cas found out they sent Cas to talk to Jack about overconsumption and it ended with Jack gifting everyone in the bunker a labubu that he thought fit them and no one has the heart to get rid of them.
No drug in existence could replicate the level of evil euphoria I experienced on the night of November 5th 2020. Just pure adrenaline and unfettered dopamine. I lost braincells I didn't even know I had. Destiel Putin Election night u will always be famous
