♡ Quite the Opposite ♡

Leon knew it was so stupid idea for them to agree on buying a chocolate to split between them. He just knew it was not a regular chocolate. But God, how did he allow himself to agree with it. Clothes were so tight on him that it was tossed aside, their bodies pure exposed while being flushed against each other. His mouth on her neck, his hand couldn’t stop wandering all over her body while his hip flushed against her. He groaned, as he felt her soft hand on his chest to then hold his face. Miyo held that gaze on him; before bringing him into her lips.

Who never thought these specific chocolates made their intimacy a lot more interesting? Leon focused on thrusting his cock inside of her cunt, a soft groan rumbles on his chest. The atmosphere grew musky, heavy with sex as their body coated with their sweat. The scent of him soon covered her body, her moans were too good; a music to his ear. He wouldn’t stop, he continues by adding more rougher thrust, feeling her gummy wall tighten around him. Leon looks at her under his heavy eyelid half-open, observing the bite marks scattered all over her body.

He gently fondled her breast with his hand, while holding her by the hips. His nail dug in her skin, Miyo hissed her breath, throwing her head back at the pillow. The creek of the bed can be heard. How well it worked as his thrust grew heavy, sloppy each time as he let out soft growls. He was close, sensing her orgasms were at rise high but he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. Not until they’re both satisfied.

A final thrust, Leon came heavily inside of her along listening to her moans ecstasy. He held himself without the intention to fall on top of her.

“How… How the fuck you got that chocolate?” Leon asked, huffed as he withdrew his cock out.

Miyo waved her hand as she needed minutes to collect her breath, her mind as well. Leon lets her, he waits as she believes in her sense.

“I've done this with Luis before, so I thought to try it with you.” She explains, slowly sitting up on the bed despite the soreness of her thighs.

Leon chuckles, shaking his head. “I would thank him, if he was still alive.”

Miyo smiles lightly. “Yeah… Let’s go clean up, yeah?”

“Oh yeah, here let me.”

Halsin had buried his face closer to her face, his hand held her thigh as he let his cock rut inside of her folds. Her wall eagerly tightened around him, welcoming him back once again after her first orgasms. He craved more, to feel her body tremble in pleasure as it washed upon of her orgasms; to see her throat run dry each time she moaned his name above the clouds. Halsin groaned as he held her so tight with his arm, pampering her kisses on her cheek and ear.

“One more, I promise.” He muttered, knowing it was not enough for him.

Jyslin lost her sense control of her hand, her body eagerly giving in. The drool from the corner of her lips was a sign of being so sunk in her pleasure. And then, her walls tighten again as a wave of her orgasms washes upon her.

“That’s it, come to me; my heart.” Halsin mumbles, feeling her cum coated his cock along with his seeds.

Halsin gave her some minutes to collect her breath, yet it was too much for him. The sight of her orgasm, how her body slightly trembles after her second. And yet, he pushes her down on the bedroll. His large hand held her hips as he thrust her, there was a small whimper coming out from her but he did not want to stop. Halsin wants to see her satisfied, having her legs so sore to ever walk again.

Jyslin had her third then fourth orgasm, followed her fifth as she was completely numb. Her soft voice found the way as she lifted her head so tiredly. Her heterochromia eyes were tired, she whimpered at him. Her body was sore from the fact that she cannot move. Halsin could see it, he couldn’t help it but leaned in and gave a tender kiss to where tears have stained on her cheek, muttering nothing but sweet words as he pulled his cock out with such care. His large hand massages her sore thighs, it was enough for tonight as he wants nothing to do but to take care of her.

Only to hear the pornographic sound from her swollen lips as her finger tangled on his hair. Unexpected to have Luis in between her legs, leave some couple love bites on her thighs to only then eat her out. The taste bud lingered in his tongue, craving more for her as Luis buried his mouth closer. He felt some of his hair being pulled, a sign as he made sure her legs remain open with his both hands.

Miyo threw her head back, throwing a couple of breaths as the outline of her stomach dipped a bit. Her whimper pleading, the sensation tighten in the center of her stomach while tears roll down from her cheek. Her toes curled up as her legs trembled, he wasn’t going to let her get away until he brought her satisfaction. Luis groaned on her cunt, pumping his tongue inside to add a bit more pressure. His eyes stare from below of her body, watching her nipples get harder each time he eats her.

“I’m close, shit-!” Miyo whispered pleas, unavailable to control herself.

Luis let out a soft pop before his mouth made contact with her clit, slowly then inserted his middle finger inside. Feeling her wall clamped around his finger, the orgasm was riding high as he saw her practically breaking into her demise pleasure. He flicked his tongue, thrusting his finger to push her to the edge, to break her apart. With one more thrust, Miyo cried pleading, rising to her orgasm while her back arched. Luis helps her to ride out until she is out of it, falling to her heavy breath. He smiled as he carefully withdrew his finger, pampered kisses from her navel to her stomach then to her valley of breast before making it to her neck.

“Esa es mi dulcena, breath. You did a wonderful job.” Luis mumbles, his large hand caressed the curve of her body.

Miyo whimpered but carefully she wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him into a small, innocent kiss. To which he did not mind, much rather he loves to see how softer she is around him.

It was a surprise to learn what she likes about. John did not expect as he was too busy abusing his own cock inside of her. With her body being pinned down on her desk, her left arm behind her as it was held by his hand; John watches how eagerly her cunt swallows eagerly. Despite that he did not mind having his uniform on, or the soak of his pants caused by her cunt. Maria moans loudly, her mind dazzled by him as he leaned down. His warm lips pressed on her cheek, savoring the salt tears that streamed down on her cheek.

He just knew, obviously, that she loves to see him in his uniform. It bring attention to her eyes, Maria felt her wishes were fulfilling to be fuck in her office along her boyfriend. Taking the time to pleasure between them, John felt her wall gripped on his cock. It made him utterly groan close to her ear, his thrust was harsher, deeper just to witness her eyes rolled backward. It was the sight that he wanted to see as it made him chuckle with courage.

Maria felt a couple more of his thrust before her wall held his cock tightly, milking him dry as they both exchanged orgasm. She feels his warm cum inside, filling her satisfaction. Only to remain in the position for a couple minutes to regain their breath, their consciousness.

John chuckled, planted another kiss on her cheek. “Yer alright?”

She nodded, carefully lifting herself from her desk to give him a tender kiss on his lips.

“We should do cé more often” Maria mumbles, gasping after John pulls his cock away.

Without another word, he pulled her into his embrace and then gave her a proper kiss. Tender and lovingly this time.

Miguel held her hips in the actual position, his nail dug in her skin while watching her wet fold make contact with his thigh. The soak pooled on his thigh, listening to her moan blissfully to roll her hips against it. The shock touched her fold as she bit her lower lips to muffled the sound; it was not pleasant for him as Miguel moved his hand to her mouth. He pushed in to open her mouth with only his thumb and finger.

“Do not shut your mouth, let me hear it. Let me hear all of it.” He growled near her ear.

It rather continued as her breath hitched each move that she made, Ha-Seon moaned as it twitched her cunt. The desperation to get off from his thigh so she can finish by her own was strong but Miguel wasn’t allowing that. He encouraged her to continue, he did not care how bad it was soaking his pants, regardless. It was a pleasant view for him, ownership that he is devoted to her; just for her. Her whimper voice, pleading to come was so delicious to him.

“Do it, cum for me.” Miguel muttered, buried his face on her shoulder.

Listening to her orgasm whimpering, her body shook, trembling in his thigh followed with faint panting as he chuckled. Miguel pampered her with kisses, soon letting go her hip and mouth as he started to massage it.

“Good, that’s my girl.” He whispered, tender in his voice as he held her close.

“C’mon Miyo, we’re going to be late for this stupid mission.” Leon muttered as he adjusted the watch on his wrist.

Miyo could hear him complain as such before stepping out from the bathroom in the hotel; she despite wearing a dress. Formal dress for this stupid mission, it was not important but it was supposed to find the target, bring it in for questioning and let their boss handle it. She sighs as she placed both hands on her hip, the dress was adequate, tight to reveal her curves as the length of the skirt was above her knees. The top was a heart-shape with the string around her neck. Miyo was a bit amazed to do her hair well, as she often does not let it hang loose.

“I think I am ready, so let’s get on with it.” Miyo spoke, walking up to Leon’s side.

He gave a good look at her, tilted his head a bit to let the mind settle in. It was rather odd to feel rather fluttered in his heart to see her like this. Leon found it difficult to keep his mind straight, only cleared his throat then motioned his arm to Miyo as he is going to escort her for tonight. With her hand gently placed on his forearm, she quietly followed him out of their hotel.

The mission was a little complicated but they were able to succeed somehow. Upon returning back to the hotel; it did not take either of them to be tangled in each other's arms. Alcohol would be the blame right there, the flirtatiousness of her natural perspective and the embarrassment on his face with his attempt. It was quite the small show between them; Leon didn’t want her dress to be removed, rather to have her display while staring in bliss pleasure. Her hip flushed against his cock, the raw vocal between them.

Her hand yanked the tie from his neck, only to have their lips met halfway. Maybe it was the right time for Miyo to make it official. Or perhaps to wait, to know what are his thought and feeling as they have been fucking each other for a while. The loss of Luis grew just a distant memory; and maybe, it was the right time for her to move on.

Hanne feels embarrassed to have her own pants pooled between her combat boots, his metallic finger inside of her. Separating the wall between in to feel the pleasure building in. Each time she inhales sharp breath, stabling her moans while he is quite buried in. His face buried on her shoulder, rolling his wrist while giving a gentle pump in her cunt. Her legs trembled while her hand grips on his arms.

The warm coil in his metal finger, adding a little fuel to the pleasure. Cayde told her that he is adding another digit to her. He earns another sharp breath mix with her muffle moans. It was barely two inside and she is already melting in, feeling her wet coating around the finger. He sighs relief, it made it a little easier for him to finger right inside of her.

With his free hand, he let it rest on the smaller back of her. Only to then mutter sweet words while upon hearing her sweet moans from her lips. It was sweet, raw yet too delightful for him.

“I’m going to add another digit, relax for me sweetheart.” He promises her.

Another finger right in, it sent jolt through her body. Immediately she grips on him to support her weight, regardless her legs were begging to give out. The smallest praise from him was just an additional bonus, the small wet gush sound can be heard between them. Her small gasp, urgent to come so quick; it alerted him as Cayde couldn’t help to chuckle. He barely puts three inside of her and has Hanne already close to her orgasm. But he wasn’t that cruel, the purpose for it is to help her release the stress tension. After dealing obnoxiously with her fireteam in the Venus mission; Cayde knew what she needed.

He felt her hip jerk forward, her voice like a music that holds notes in theater. She rode her orgasm in his finger then followed by her silent panting as he held her still.

“That’s my girl.” Cayde muttered, rubbing her lower back in approval.

Hanzo’s skin tingles with cold sensation, her fingertips traced the outline of his tattoos. The sacred dragon swirled around his arm. He never put a thought of being touched over his tattoos yet. He wasn’t sure of why he was not pushing her away or the small fact that he adores how her soft, delicate finger caressed the dry-ink from the skin. Maybe he just does, or maybe he just craves more touch. Otherwise, Hanzo lifts his eyes to her direction. Studying the expression of her face, intrigued by his tattoos, intrigued the meaning behind it. The small scrumptious of her eyebrows while her eyes followed the line of the dragon.

“Osanna.” He muttered, trying to capture her attention.

“Hm?” She replied but her eyes glued on the tattoos.

Hanzo chuckles, a sound that rumbles on his chest. “Intrigued?”

Osanna hummed in approval, soon her fingertips reached to the end of the tattoos. She let it rest on the forehead of the dragon. Finally she moved her attention to him with little yet curious in her eyes.

“Are you sure this is how you summon your dragons?” She asks, tilting her head with confirmed curiosity.

“Precisely, I can even feel the dragon rumble as you touch it.” He explained, retrieved his arm back but soon placed his hand on her lap.

Osanna blinks twice, to be sure that she heard it right. “Really?”

“Mhm, they like it.” Hanzo said, moving his hand from her lap to her hip. “You sure seem didn’t mind admiring it, that’s… adorable of you.”

Osanna giggles, rolling her eyes before smiling at him. “You are full of mystery, Hanzo. Especially when you are struggling to compliment me.”

Hanzo felt his cheek warming up, and cleared his throat. “Lies, I do give you compliments.”

Her hand cupped his cheek, the smile still remains in her lips. “Sure you do, anyway. Thank you for letting me touch your tattoos.”

“Miguel! Not that hard!” Ha-Seon complained, she knew his teeth were sharp enough to withdraw blood from her skin.

He took most of his self control to pull away, grabbing his napkin to treat the slight injuries due his fang, gently applying pressure to stop the bleeding. But Miguel couldn’t help to let out a faint chuckle to see the pout from her face. He knew what he was doing, purposely to attack her neck. But can she truly blame him for having an urgent instinct to leave so many love bites on her neck? Thighs were the first thing Miguel did; he truly admired his masterpieces to leave his love bites in.

“Sorry, I had to. Besides, I want those marks to last a little longer.” He mentioned it, before leaning in to pampered with his sweet kisses.

She grumbles, rolling her eyes. “Of course you’d go that far.”

“It’s the only way to repel men away from you, I cannot let them approach you.” Miguel protested.

Ha-Seon crossed her arms, shaking her head at him. “By biting me too hard?”

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Perhaps, but all your complaints don't sound like real complaints.”

She may be wrong on the spot; despite her weak complaints. She never had said to Miguel to pull away nor push him. As if she intended to let him give several love bites. The small pulses from her neck made it easy for her to feel how rough it was, despite it. She doesn't mind, not even a bit to have love bites covered by him.

“Maybe I should add one more-”

“Miguel!”

The gentle wet towel made contact with her skin, a small hiss escaped from her lips but she bit her tongue back. His large hand may be gentle regardless, but it is still nice of him to try. Miyo carefully looked over her shoulder, her hazel eyes held gaze with Leon’s blue eyes. Often wonder how the fuck he was luck to be born with those eyes. Leon held her gaze as he began to apply gauze bandage around her shoulder. Putting a little pressure to ensure the cut stays close in. All because this mission was being a pain in the ass to deal with, another bullshit of D.O.S. request for them to do.

“Can you hold your knife?” He mumbles ask, standing up as he offers his hand to her.

She looks back at him before slipping her hand in his, with his help; she was back at her feet. “I’m pretty sure I can.”

Leon gave a half chuckle, shaking his head lightly. “Right.”

Their hands still held with each other, Miyo tilted her head a bit before she spoke. “You can let go of my hand, Leon.”

Leon heard her as he let go her hand, slowly retraced his hand to the back of his neck. “Uh, listen. This sort of-”

“-I know.”

Miyo cut him off, knowing what Leon meant by that. It happened one night, they were both out of their mind; she was dealing with the loss of Luis back in Spain almost for two years. She wasn’t sure how kind Leon was to give the aftercare to her after they have fucked each other in the bed at her apartment. The difference between him and Luis, Leon was gentle enough to make sure that she does feel alright. No awkwardness between them nor string attachment. Just friends, especially that she needed to try to forget about her past lover. But she wasn’t sure if that was an actual good reason to do it.

But, surely time would tell. There are still things that feel too new, too raw to get it adjusted herself.

Leon sighs, still staring at her. “Mi, I can ask to reassign you.”

She shakes her head at his words. “No need to, besides. I rather that it be you than anyone else. Plus, did I ever complain about your aftercare skill?”

He chuckles before pulling a small smile. “No, you did not complain about it.”

Her hand placed on his arm, giving a gentle firm squeeze. “Give it time, I just need to adjust this. Us, I mean.”

Leon didn’t speak, only leaned in to give a tender kiss on top of her head. “Remember, I’m still here for you.”

Dim light in the room was a little too much, perhaps for Carlos. But it did give a hint scenario under his phone camera. The red dot flashing as it is being recorded while only recording Elizabeth’s eager cunt. Swallowing his cock all in, the image was pornographic but enjoyable for him and her as well. Both have consented to record their sex moment in case she ended up going for any activity for her greatest accomplishment as a Doctor. He groans as he pulls his cock but leaves the tip still inside.

“Fuck Liz, you will be death to me… Shit, your cunt is so eager with my cock.” He muttered, slowly sinking inside to earn a gasp moan from her lips.

Her hand was soon exposed under the video but only firmly planted on his abdomen, an action to tell him to do it again. And so he did; only half of it out but to see her needy hand going over her clit. He clicked his tongue fast as he retrieved his other hand that was on her hip to grab her hand by her wrist.

“No, no. You’ll spoil the fun, Liz.” He teased, as he did not give any warning to her. He slammed his cock right back in. Feeling her body jolted by his harsh thrust, listening to her moans echoed in the room.

Carlos continues to let the phone on where it was, focusing to see his cock in and out of her cunt. The wet sound along her moans were a bonus; he could jerk off to it whenever they can’t see each other. It was just too good, too much; to see how her body responded to his thrust was ecstasy for him. He can feel his need to release a groan escape from his lips as he makes a full halt. Elizabeth came, harder on his cock as he let out his heavy cum inside, coating her wall with his cum. As he collected his air, he watched his cock withdraw from her cunt then hovered it to where some of his cum slipped out.

He gently used his thumb to open her cunt, letting out a faint chuckle as he stopped recording. Toss his phone aside from the bed and went to help her clean up after their moment.

The room fills with raw pornographic vocal between him and her, his purple eyes held gaze with her while his hip thrusted in. It was a gentle, riching feeling to feel her walls tighten around him. The bed creek underneath them as he gripped his hand on the mattress, watching her face failing to hold back the pleasure expression. He gave a half chuckle, before groaning directly at her. Watching her unfold in front of him, her hands delicate and soft found it way to his back.

Her nails dug in his skin, making his body shudder. Encouraging his thrust to grow deeper inside while buried his face on her neck. Pampering kisses before leaving several love bites in her skin. Atem groaned to the point that he felt her legs wrapped around his hip, oh, how bad idea it was to do that.

He pulled away from her neck, rested his forehead against her to see the hint of pleasure. Her lips slightly bruised from his kisses and the moans of her throat were burning for him. It was just not enough for him, he needed more.

“More, please. I want to hear your sweet voice.” Atem gruffed, pleading to hear more.

It did not stop her, her moans were uncontrollably; his thrust grew more rougher, with a hint of sloppiness as he grunted. Groaned as well, feeling her own wall tightened around his cock to try to stop him. Her needs were closer as he can feel it, the need to paint her wall with his cum was stronger to resist. With one final thrust, he immediately held her close as both came heavily. Atem fought his urges to not collapse on top of her, gently he helped her untangle her legs around his hip. His thumb gently pressed on her skin with circle motion.

“You know, I like this position.” He chuckles, smiling at her to earn the blush from her cheek.

Simon had in mind to take his wife for dinner after he had returned from his longest draft mission. Except well, he did not make resevernation to spoil her. He truly wanted to spoil her as she meant a lot to him. Instead, they have parked the car somewhere in an abandoned parking lot. Clearly his own fault for being little handsy on her, how can he behave, control when he had missed Lillie so much. Plus, the well adored dress that she put on was sending him off the edge.

Right now, he has her on his lap, her warm cunt eagerly taking his cock in. With his hand holding her hip to ride him. His breath huffed with a hint groan to feel all in, all of her. The scent linger in his nostril, her delicious moans were caused by him. Simon was still proud that he is the source to watch her untangle herself with him.

“That’s it… Right ‘here.” He mumbles, feeling her nails dug through his formal shirt. Watching her with his hooded eyes, gently he leaned up to capture her lips.

Hungrily yet he still goes gentle with her; knowing it's been a long time since they had such strong intimacy with each other. Yet he knows that she can handle it, handle him. He swallows all her moans, the faint whimpering as he then adjusts her hips. Earning the small gasp as his tip kisses her cervix for just a moment.

“You like that?” Simon muttered into their kiss.

“Mmm, yes.” Lillie moans, struggling to swallow her needs.

“Let me take care of ya, alright? Let me spoil my beautiful wife.” He promises her.

And he did, after he broke the kiss. His face buried on her shoulder while his large arms entangled behind her. Letting her enjoy his cock, wanting him to milk her inside. Claiming her, ensuring that he is all of hers.

“Shit-!”

He grunted as he shot heavy loads of his cum inside, still holding her close as he felt her body tremble from her orgasm. Both still in each other's arms, but heavily covered by their scent, especially his scent is all over her body. Slowly, Simon leans back but not letting go of his tight embrace from her. He only wanted to see the satisfaction of her face, and there it was. The smiles on her lips, her eyes filled with love from him. He smiles, letting go of his right arm to then brush some of her hair behind her ear.

“Still hungry?” He asks.

Lillie nodded, before then. She pressed her lips on his forehead. “I still want to see this surprise.”

It was really unnecessary to even bring that suggestion; but the way Miguel’s pupil grew at her suggestion. Ha’Seon smiles slightly directly at him; it was completely unnecessary but it was with pure confirmation for both of them. It did not take that long to have him towered over her. Her dark brown soaked with warm water on her skin, her head rolls back to feel his pecks. His cock deeper yet rougher on her eagerly gummy walls to hold him in the right position.

Yet, he already abuses his kisses on her skin. Leaving nothing but bruises of his sharp teeth, listening to her raw vocal voice echoed in his ear. The warm water from the shower continues to stream down on them, her legs quivering but fighting to remain standing still. Ha’Seon can hear the wet slap sound with addition of the water to make him slip enough, with a dissatisfied growl from his throat. His calloused hand roughly gripped her hips, buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Before then, he slammed his cock right back in. Rougher once more with each huffed in his lips, grunting yet groaning with her name rolls out in his tongue. Miguel won’t stop until she is satisfied, he then moves his hand to lift her leg upward, adjusting his cock for even better access. Better sensation feeling while his other hand holds her curve to maintain that posture. Just to hear her moan loudly, clear, he just needed more from her.

It did not stop, no, not even as he felt his cock twitching with anticipation to cum inside of her. Miguel continues to rut inside of her, listening to her whimper; pleading to orgasm in need.

“Do it, come for me.” He muttered growl, feeling her wall tighten around his cock.

Ha’Seon came, her moans were sweet to his taste as he let himself go. Painting her wall with his heavy, white cum. It was warm enough for her to be fully satisfied. Miguel stayed in that position before recollecting his thought to withdraw his cock and gently settle her leg down. His lips pampered on the bites that he marked, he then helped her to wash up along with him. Miguel looked at her as he helped wash her dark wavy hair; with a faint smile on his lips.

“Next time, don’t ever ask me about it. Drag me and I’ll be mostly glad to join you.”