Kevin Day you have to stop. Your exy too good. Your green eyes too pretty. Your existence too auraful. Your narrative too doomed. They’ll kill you Kevin.
content: not sfw + old man OG dottore (zandik) + fem!reader + p in v + mocking + you call him sir once + we doing it raw + ass slap + implied edging + implied cckwarming + dottore segments (specifically 45)
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It feels surreal. Youve gone months of using the clothes you stole from him and the strange earring with some liquid in it. Months of rutting yourself against his clothes, inserting his elixir in you and coming by yourself with his name out of your mouth.
His skin is in the middle of warm and cold. His ribcage is almost visible throughout his skin. You trace your fingers on his neck, watching his throat while being in disbelief. And when your eyes slide up, Zandik’s piercing red eyes is watching you.
And you shove your head to his throat and nip on his skin. His throat bobs as he gulps and grabs your face quite harshly, before tilting your head up to bite down the side of your neck. A choked gasp is coming out of your mouth.
“What to do with a pathetic girl like you pining after someone decades older?” He nips on your jaw. “Ridiculous.” He mutters as he takes your mouth in for a forceful kiss as his hands wander down to your ass. He squeezes and kneads hard before he starts to move your hips against his.
You softly whine at his words, feeling so shameful at your predicament. On his lap and his cock inside you. And he hasn’t done anything for a while, so moving your hips brings such relief to you that your eyes blur cause of the tears forming.
“Sir, please—“ you yelp as you feel him hitting your ass. You nuzzle into his neck, inhaling his scent. He’s full of metallic smells, sweat and something else you don’t wanna know. But you like it here. Against him, his hands caressing your naked body as he makes you roll your hips on his.
He had showed up at your door. And just in your luck, you had worn his shirt which he recognized immediately. All he showed was a slight turn to his lips as he showed himself inside your home without your permission.
And behind him was other him, but a little taller or bigger in body and with masks over their faces. Zandik told you to ignore them but the one on the bigger side, leans his upper body down to you. And keeps his face so close to yours with a smile on his face, you could only stand there in pure shock. And fear.
And when you had closed the door, Zandik has practically picked up the earring you stole, full with your slick and pocketed it in his pants.
And here you are, on his lap and nuzzling against his neck while waiting for him to fuck you. Or for you to do everything to do everything, you don’t mind either way. And he does, after a long moment of not letting you come.
Zandik watches how your face contorts in pleasure as his cock reaches and touches everything inside your gummy walls. Your breasts are heaving up and down as you moan his name. Just as you do when you’re alone, pleasuring yourself to the thought of him.
You put your hands on his chest, lifting your hips up and down and you feel yourself about come. Zandik’s fingers is on your clit and you let out a sweet little cry when he pinches it and you come. Your walls tightened up around his cock and Zandik groans as he comes inside you just a moment after.
Your upper body falls on top of his, as you breathe heavily. His cock is soft inside you as you feel his and your cum leak out of your hole. You lightly moan against his collarbone before burying your face in his chest.
“Are you satisfied yet?” And when Zandik hears a no from you, you felt him squeeze your backside before grabbing your face and kissing you on the mouth.
content: not sfw + fem!reader + established marriage + very creamy + p in v
hope you enjoy <3
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Varka is away for a meeting at the Knight of Favonius Headquarters. Before he left his place in your bed in the morning, he told you he will be back sometime after lunch. You woke up a little earlier than intended and found no use in going back to sleep.
As you find yourself looking up at the ceiling, you can see in your peripheral vision there’s the camera you and Varka fixed the night before, sitting on your nightstand. Your beloved husband was laughing heartily remembering how he had accidentally broken the camera, much to your dismay. After fixing it, he had playfully demanded a kiss from the prettiest person in the entirety of Teyvat. You.
Beside the camera was stacks of printed photos in tiny sizes. You reach your hand out and accidentally drop a few pictures. Picking up the pictures, your eyes land on a certain one and you feel your entire body flush in warmth. You hastily put away the picture and collect all the other ones in one big mess and push it aside before you slump down onto the bed.
Trying to calm down your heartbeat, you can’t help but reach for that picture again. And when you do, you feel yourself trail down a hand between your inner thighs and softly rub yourself.
You miss Varka too much.
Then you remember after tonight’s meeting is his day off. So you decide to do something you’ve never done before. Not even since you married him.
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Varka was writing down his signature one the last few documents when there was a knock on the door to his office. Jean is there with an envelope in her hand which she hands to him.
“A envelope this early?” Varka laughs and Jean gives him a slight smile.
“From your wife, Grandmaster. I hope this is nothing serious since this was delivered pretty quickly.” And Jean leaves his office and Varka opens the envelope only to put it on his table in a haste with a loud thud.
It was a picture of you on Varka’s lap and his cock visible as it stands against your lower abdomen. His size is prominent, there’s veins on his cock and it looks big as it stands against your abdomen.
He remembered you asking him to take a picture and he was surprised at first but didn’t refuse. After taking the picture, you had softly inserted him in you and he made love to you that day.
Varka feels his pants starting to tighten. Your message that was written on the back of the picture didn’t help.
‘Need you in me.’
He starts to think about stuff that wouldn’t make him erect but then he feels there’s another picture behind the first one.
Your hair is disheveled, your eyes peering up at the camera and he can see you rubbing your legs together. You’re wearing one of Varka’s shirts and your lower body is bare with your hand between your inner thighs. That photo has clearly been taken recently. And there’s another message on the back of that picture.
‘I miss you.’
And it was over for Varka. He immediately takes himself to the bathroom and closes the door behind him and rolls his pants down to take his cock out. And jerks himself to the picture of you. Imagining the sweet sounds you’d make when he’d flicker his tongue all over your clit, closing your thighs on his face as if to press his face on your pussy forever. Or when he’d fuck you and reach every spot in you and making you come so hard with his name falling out of your lips.
The image of you peering up at him makes him come and he tries to muffle his breathing. Then he cleans himself up, throwing away his tissue and flushes it.
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It had been ten minutes since you sent your envelope with the pictures and you’re a nervous wreck to say the least. You’ve never sent such pictures to anyone, not even to Varka. And there’s no reply from him. Your logical side of your brain is telling you Varka is busy and that the letter probably just got to him. Then the overthinking side of your brain is telling you he didn’t like it. That’s why there’s not a single envelope back to you.
There’s a knock on the front door and it’s the same person that delivered your envelope to your husband. He gave an envelope to you and left.
You did not dare opening the envelope, your brain is a mess cause of your overthinking and you put the letter aside and decided to take a shower. All while oblivious to what’s written in the envelope.
‘I’m home in 30.’
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You were in the kitchen, trying to reach for something when Varka came home. You didn’t hear him until he spoke up.
“Are you trying to kill me?”
Varka comes home and thought you’d be in bed, not in his shirt and just underwear. And flashing your backside as you reach for something on the upper shelf.
You flinch in surprise and turn around, seeing your husband dropping his claymore on the floor and is now approaching you.
“Varka, I—“
“No.” He shushes you and you shut up. Because he looks frustrated, but his hands on your hips is gentle, yet his fingers are lightly digging into your skin through the shirt.
“What were you thinking sending a picture like that?” You grow a little flustered and embarrassed. You’ve never seen your husband this way, though he doesn’t seem to be angry with you despite his question.
“I missed you so I just sent it.” You shyly tell him, fiddling with his shirt that you’re wearing.
“But if you didn’t like it, I won’t do it again.” You avoid his eyes.
“Woman, that’s the thing.” You look at him.
“I liked it too much.” Your eyes widens at his confession.
“But what if someone had seen it?” Varka lowers his face to your level.
“But nobody did, did they?” And Varka shakes his head. You breath out in relief then softly gasp when you feel Varka’s fingers over your clothed pussy.
“Did you make yourself come?” He asks and you avoid Varka’s eyes again.
“Yeah, but it feels better when you do it.” You tell him and Varka smiles knowingly.
“You really needed me.” You lightly pout and nod your head.
“And your husband’s is here, darling. I’ve got you.”
And he lifts you up on the kitchen counter, tugs your underwear down before rolling his pants down. He softly rubs on your bare pussy only to find out you’re already wet. He softly clicks his tongue and you grow shy. He mutters some words of reassurance before slipping his cock inside you.
There’s a nervous feeling brewing in you when you realize that his body language isn’t his usual one. He seems more tense and the look in his eyes makes you feel a lot shyer and flustered when he looks at you, but also nervous like you know there’s something else coming. Varka lets out a deep breath as he is fully inside you and you bury your face in his neck.
And you were right.
Varka fucked you twice in the kitchen before washing the two of you up. You managed to coax him to sleep only to wake up with his mouth on your breasts and he makes sure you come once after sucking and licking on your nipples.
After dinner, he fucked you on his lap and filled your inner walls with his cum three times. His raise in stamina wasn’t surprising to you and the overstimulation was too much, but your Varka didn’t care. This was his way of showing you what could happen should you do similar things like what you did.
He made sure your tits and inner thighs were covered in love bites, he made sure your pussy was full of his cum and your hips were slightly bruised from how rough he held you there. And you took it like the good girl you are, even though you whimpered and cried, begging for him to stop or at least wait a moment.
“Can’t believe I get to fuck you as much as I want to.” You whine at Varka’s words. You’re sweating all over your body, you feel sticky between your thighs but it feels so good. Even though Varka’s been relentless, you’re happy he didn’t stop you from coming all those times.
“And you love it, don’t you darling? Being fucked by your husband.” You suck in your lower lip as you nod your head before letting out an unrestrained moan when he hits that sensitive spot in you again and again.
He was finally done after making sure your pussy was full of his cum and your body marked as his.
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first time posting in here and it’s varka ripping us open <3
whenever she’s allowed to go into crowds, she goes straight to the kids to talk to them and hug them
the girl definitely picks things up off the floor with her feet
adores stained glass windows
sandals > shoes
biggest knoxlisa shipper ever it’s ridiculous
has a really pretty singing voice (this is my fav)
loves flea markets
+ she always gets pretty sandals at said markets whenever she travels (idk why i’m so adamant on the sandal propaganda)
she does those adult coloring books when she’s stressed
wears glasses
cannot cook for the life of her
favourite disney movie is tangled
she has that photo rotating wallpaper on her phone with pictures of everyone she loves
she learns languages extremely quickly (my girls probably trilingual)
she plays electric guitar (SHE DOES DONT EVEN LIE TO ME)
paints her own nails instead of getting them done
does a ton of work for vogue
pays in cash
horrible posture
drinks absolutely no water
i love avery grambs so much she’s my fav. dedicating this to @iheartkars, girl i missed you x
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In Sweden, we get our christmas gifts on Christmas Eve. So, this is my gift to the Legendborn fandom this year! Merry christmas and happy holidays, everyone <3 hope you all get some proper rest and time to prepare for the new year, and try to remember all the great things you've done this year! And, whatever hardship you faced this year, you made it through, and I am so proud of you ! 🥳👏✨️
On another note, here's some funny/wholesome headcanons I have about this comic:
Sel was a proud Monster Slipper wearer as a child, because he thought that it would intimidate the REAL monsters to see that he "made slippers" out of their kind
The silver rings he recieves from Nick are the same rings he wears in present day. They were way too big for him as a kid (pinky-ring only fit on his thumb/middle finger etc), and he got excited every time he found that he had grown enough for another ring to fit properly.
Nick went out and got those rings on his own from a Proper, Merlin-Approved Shop as a way of saying that he supports Sel's mission to become "the bestest Kingsmage ever" (even though Nick thinks that he already is 😌)
Both Nick and Sel had very beloved plush animals that they pretended to be their familiars when pretend-fighting demons before bed (and Anna came to tell them to quiet down and Go To Sleep) ⚔️
Sel still keeps the name-tag from this wrapping in a lil memory box deep in his wardrobe in the Lodge <3
If you have headcanons of your own about Nick and Sel in their child-years, feel free to share them with meeeee hshdhshdjs 💕💕
(I have also not read the super secret bonus chapter of Sel arriving at the Davises but I refuse to believe Nick and Sel were entirely as "oil and water" as Martin made us believe that one time 😌😌)
⋆˙⟡ note: again, i’m not saying this is how she’d dress in the books. this is just how i would personally style her, so it’s not about canon accuracy!
⋆˙⟡ currently playing: juna by clairo ‧₊˚♪𝄞₊˚⊹
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Clothes
she gravitates toward soft tones — pale yellows, muted blues, dusty pinks, light browns, off-whites, faded reds; occasionally dark colors when she’s in a mood shift
she doesn’t have a “favorite” color; she simply latches onto a shade for a few weeks and builds outfits around it
she loves graphic tees with tiny prints — cats, small animals, vintage mascots, bookish illustrations, soft line art
her tees are usually slightly fitted or slightly oversized, nothing in between; she likes comfort but still wants the outfit to look intentional
denim is her comfort zone: straight-leg jeans, light wash, soft and worn-in
skirts with tights for days she wants to look cuter, usually denim skirts, corduroy minis, or soft pleated skirts in pale tones
she pairs skirts with chunky sweaters — cream, dusty blue, muted brown
content: SFW + loads of fluff + fem!reader + this is set in high school so both gojo and reader is around 18-19 + love confession + first kiss + both reader and gojo is inexperienced + more fluff + some canon events isn’t in here lol + gojo blushes a lot (my precious toru!!!)
happy birthday to my loveliest toru, i love you always <3
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You’re sure Gojo can feel your stare on him, and you know you couldn’t care less about that. Especially since what he did two days ago and he’s been ignoring you ever since.
But it was his doing? He doesn’t have the right to ignore you for what he did! He’s the one who kissed you out of the blue when you were laughing at something silly together on the phone and later on ran away when Shoko was calling for him about something.
Your mind is spiralling with thoughts and you want to grab Gojo Satoru by his collar, damn it if you need to stand on your tippy toes or on a stool cause he’s so heavenly tall, you gonna grab him by his collar and make sure he gives you a longer kiss this time.
Wait.
A longer kiss?
Oh? Oh.
You mistook the heart beating quickly, your blood rushing everywhere up and down your body, your head feeling filled with stars as a result of being angry with Gojo. But you like him, you always did, but you didn’t know it was to this extent.
Gojo can feel you stop staring at him, so he looks at you, ignoring Geto’s endless talking and sees how your eyes are widened in surprise and how you’re clutching onto your uniform on your thighs. Then you stand up in a haste and in a faster pace, you walk up to him. He’s sitting on a bench and he’s looking slightly up at you.
“We need to talk. Meet me behind that abandoned building.” Geto cheers excitedly, clapping his hands when he hears that. Gojo on the other hand, is turning into a nervous wreck.
“Dude, what’d you do?” Geto hits Gojo in the arm with his elbow.
“Something.” Gojo says after a moment of silence as he watches you walk away, to that abandoned building.
When he gets there after contemplating whether to do it for fifteen minutes, he sees you under a tree, pacing back and forth until you feel his presence which makes you turn to look at him.
Gojo walks up to you, when he gets closer you step in closer to him, which makes Gojo be closer to that tree. With his back to the tree and you in front of him, hands on your hips and eyes looking, no, trying to look stern. But Gojo can hear your heart beating fast and how you’re trying to not squeeze your hips by the amount of nervousness you feel.
“Do you like me?” Gojo hears you ask, your voice is soft but it’s obvious how you’re trying to come off almost nonchalant. You’re so cute.
“Cause I can’t figure out why you would kiss me if you don’t like me. Unless you have other motives to do that.” You step in a little closer, Gojo can feel his body flush with warmth at your proximity and your words.
“I found you cute.” He shortly says, almost stuttering. Your eyes widens.
“Do you kiss anybody you find cute?” At your question, Gojo’s eyes widens and he starts to feel frantic. Which in turn made him take his round glasses off.
“No! I just—“ Gojo stops himself from speaking more.
“Because that was my first kiss, you know.” At your confession, Gojo feels his stomach flutter.
“It was my first kiss too.” And you turn surprised.
“What? I thought you already had yours, you’re always meeting girls.” You lightly accuse him, but Gojo blushes.
“These girls are there for Suguru, not me. That’s maybe hard for you to believe, but it’s the truth.” You can see Gojo blushing. His cheeks are flushed with pink-ish color and he’s avoiding to meet your eyes.
If someone saw you two right now, they’d laugh. Because how does a mere girl of shorter stature and lesser power manage to make the Gojo Satoru, the one who altered the balance of the world at his birth, look smaller and blushing?
“And yes, I like you.” If you weren’t so close to Gojo, you would have missed his confession. Your body warms up and you turn speechless for a second.
“I like you too.” Gojo looks at you and sees how you’re looking so nervous, you’re avoiding to meet his eyes this time.
You two were quiet for a moment, just taking in the fact your crush on each other wasn’t one sided.
That the Gojo Satoru, who was always the light of the room, carrying possibly the entire Jujutsu world on his back and shoulders, likes you back. You can’t fathom it. All this time your heart fluttered at his smile when he looks at you, his silly laughs when he finds something you do funny and how his mere proximity made you flushed with warmth was you liking him. A lot.
“Do you—“ it feels your mouth is drying up. “Do you wanna try kissing again?” You want to leave now. The embarrassment of asking such a stupid question.
Just cause he likes you, doesn’t mean he will kiss you again, right? But you do wanna kiss someone you like don’t you? Your minds all over the place, you didn’t catch a warmer hand softly intertwine his index finger with yours.
“If we do, does that mean we are officially dating?” Gojo looks at you, expectant, with his face blushing and his beautiful blue eyes shimmering with joy.
“I think so?” You say and you feel a pair of lips pressed on yours, your eyes widens and before you could even react, Gojo pulls away and stands to his full height while accidentally pulling you closer to him when he takes a small step back. Your face almost fall on his chest and Gojo manages to stop you from falling on him by holding onto your waist.
Your entire body is fluttering at his touch and you pull your hand up to grab his collar to pull his head down almost to your height, standing on your tippy toes, you kiss Gojo. This time, the kiss is longer. You use your other hand to put it on the back of his neck. Gojo’s hands on your waist squeezes. The kiss is lingering, before you take the step to start moving your lips and Gojo follows along.
The kiss is soft, slow and unhurried. You can feel each other’s nervousness in the kiss. But the want is bigger. You reflexively put both your hands on his shoulders when Gojo wraps his arms around your body, lifts you up and hugs you closer.
The kiss slowly deepens, still unhurried. Lips move against each other gently before Gojo tilts his head and you can feel his tongue brushing yours. You pull away, surprised at the touch of his tongue on yours.
Gojo’s lips are moist, slightly wet from the kiss and he’s still blushing. He looks so cute, you want to kiss him again. You’re still held up him, he’s strong and sturdy while your legs are dangling in the air. Are you supposed to put them somewhere?
“What was that?” You softly ask, stunned. You can feel Gojo’s arms around you lightly flex and he gulps on air, his Adam’s apple moving.
“I thought that was how people kiss, so I wanted to try.” You’re still stunned.
“Really?” Your question comes out breathy, but your tone sounds almost excited.
“Yeah.”
You two were leaning in for an another kiss when someone whistles, you hastily lean away from each other, Gojo doesn’t drop you, and you look at where the sound came from.
It’s Geto clapping his hands at you two before he throws up thumbs up on both his hands, while Shoko has a camera in her hand and you can see the flash go off.
“Class starts soon, you two can make out later!” Geto yells before you see him laugh. He and Shoko walks away after that.
“Did he say make out?” You ask and you can see Gojo nod his head. You look at him then when the realization kicks in, you push at his chest and Gojo let’s go off his hold on you.
Your entire body is flushing with warmth but your head feels cold.
He likes me. And he kissed me again. And I liked it. Gojo Satoru is also my boyfriend now.
Gojo was waiting for what you gonna do when he feels his collar be grabbed by you again and then your familiar lips on top of his.
“We will continue this again.” You say shyly before walking away. Gojo stands there stunned for a moment until he catches up to you, intertwining his hand with yours.
He has a big smile on his face but his hand in yours feels warm and sweaty.
You do like Gojo Satoru a lot, he’s way too cute to not be liked and have kisses on his pretty precious face.
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i miss him so baaaaaaad :(((
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content: NOT SFW! + MINORS DNI! + fem!reader + established marriage + no protection + crempie (squint to see it fr) + nicknames like ‘baby’ ‘darling’ + zayne is so yummy !! + and zayne is cussing!!
I wrote this mind of on a whim but I hope you enjoy nonetheless! <3
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You and Zayne had your first big fight. The tension was too much for you and you’re too upset at Zayne.
And now you’ve been at your friend’s home for three days, instead of being home with Zayne. Zayne texts you to check in with you. Clearly he’s been busy working with the way he’s texting you less.
You miss him a lot. You’re looking through your pictures with him. There’s so many pictures of Zayne kissing your cheek, asleep on your lap, his head on your shoulder. You found a video of when you did some trend of trying to do a silly prank on Zayne, the video ended with Zayne hovering over you, pressing playful kisses all your face on the couch. You were laughing and so was Zayne. You miss him so much.
Your friend was happy you were finally gonna go home and here you are, in yours and Zayne’s home.
It was pretty late and when you get to the bedroom, you see Zayne asleep on the bed. It must be his day off. You switch to your pajamas which is actually just Zayne’s tshirt and some underwear and you get under the cover with Zayne.
That wakes him up and he opens his eyes, when he sees you looking at him as you lay on the bed, he pulls you into his body and hugs you tightly.
“I’m sorry.” You mutter against his chest, your hands gripping onto his back.
“It’s not your fault, I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry.” Zayne presses a kiss on your head.
“I missed you so much, i shouldnt have stayed with my friend this long.” You tilt your head up and look at Zayne, your eyes getting teary.
“It’s alright, I think a little space is good.”
“Not when it’s space from you.” You pout, Zayne smiles at you before leaning his head down to kiss you.
You put your arms around Zayne’s neck and kiss him back, you won’t pull away. Zayne’s arms is around your waist, when he feels you deepen the kiss, his hands go to softly grab onto your ass. Then he feels you rub yourself on his crotch.
You tilt your bodies so you’re hovering over him. Burying your face in Zayne neck, you press kisses on his skin there.
“I need you, Zayne.” You put a hand between your chests and trail it down to his erection, softly squeezing it. Zayne moans, nodding his head.
“Have me however you like, darling.” Zayne squeezes your ass, rubbing your clothed cunt back and forth on his clothed cock.
You tug the hem of Zayne’s sweatpants down and pull his cock out. Soft moans slipping out from Zayne’s mouth. Zayne’s cock is bare against your underwear. You rub his cock a few times before you take your hands out to put them on Zayne’s chest. You feel him use a hand to slip your underwear to the side before he lightly rubs on your clit at the same time as he’s moving you back and forth on his cock. You can’t stop moaning, it feels so good. You need something else. You sit up on Zayne’s lap, take his cock in your hand and slip it inside you, it felt so slow, he’s stretching you out so deliciously and he feels so much deeper inside you. When he’s fully sheathed, you lean your upper body down again and meet Zayne for a kiss.
“Feels so good.” You moan against his mouth when you roll your hips again, his cock rubbing against all the good spots. Zayne nods, his hands on your ass again, squeezing and groping.
“Go faster, Zayne. Fuck me.” You tell him against his mouth again. And he does. He thrusts inside you so roughly, a choked gasp leaves your mouth. And his thrusting doesn’t stop. The sounds of his thrusting is around the room, yours and Zayne’s moans are mixed together as you have a messy kiss. You put your hands on Zayne’s shoulders, taking in the good sensations of Zayne thrusting his cock inside you like a starved man.
Then you feel him lift himself up with his legs, feet on the mattress and his thrusts turns harsher. You feel yourself about to come, the knot in your abdomen about to unloosen. Zayne hammers into you so good.
“Come for me, darling.” Zayne grunts out, his hold on your ass harder. You feel yourself spasm, clench down on his cock and you come with shuddering thighs and moan. You clenching down on Zayne’s cock, made him grit his teeth before he lets out a low moan as he fills your pussy with his cum.
But he isn’t done yet.
Zayne turns you two again so he’s the one above you. Zayne grabs a pillow to put it below your ass then holds onto the back of your knees and thrusts. You gasp when you feel him move inside you again. Your legs are above his shoulders and his hard grip onto your thighs matches his thrusting.
Zayne speaks of sweet words to you, with gritted teeth when he hears you whimper, starting to cry over the overstimulation. You grip onto the sheets, Zayne leans his body down to yours, hands cupping your face and your legs still over his shoulders.
“Missed you so much, baby.”
“You’re doing so good.” He coos, his cock hitting your pussy walls so good, his balls slapping against your ass.
“Three days without you? Fucking hell, baby.” He wraps his hands around your neck, his thumbs stroking your cheeks with your wet tears.
“This pussy is mine, yeah?” You nod your head at his words, he kisses the corner of your lips.
“And you’re mine, it’s my ring on your finger and my cock in your pussy.” You moan at his words, you feel him slip his thumb inside your mouth and you suck on it.
“Look at you, fucked out of your mind-“ he moans when he feels you clenching down on his cock, he’s still hammering into you.
“Zayne—“ your voice is muffled with his thumb inside your mouth. He knows you’re about to come again. And he’s close too.
After a few more thrusts, you come and Zayne too, you feel overstuffed with his cum and cock inside you. Zayne puts down your legs, trails his hands under your shirt as he comes down from his climax. You softly dig your heels into Zayne’s lower back when you feel him softly massaging your hips.
“You did so good, baby. Thank you for coming back home to me.” Zayne presses soft kisses on your neck.
“Let’s never fight like this again.” You hug him tighter to you, his entire body weight on top of yours.
“As long as we come back to each other.”
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Zayne is actually so freaky #mysnowman
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