✨Charmer✨

“bet she’ll kiss you all nice, huh?” yolanda teases, all mean and overwhelming, and trinity’s cunt clenches around the long pianist fingers curled inside her.

she tries glaring up at yolanda, to quip and tell her that it’s uncouth to bring up someone else during sex, but she can’t find it in her to lie. because she’s been imagining it—the soft press of baran’s lips, how her voice would sound muffled on trinity’s clavicle.

yolanda tuts. “hungry girl—am i not enough, anymore?”

trinity doesn’t grant her an answer. yolanda knows what she’s thinking already, anyway.

or

“you won’t be as mean when she’s fucking you,” trinity trills, slowly rolling her hips as yolanda sucks on her puffy folds, nose bumping into her clit, sending electric shocks racing down her spine. “she’s gonna make you cry.”

trinity feels yolanda jolt from underneath her, body squirming at the words, and she doesn’t even have to ask if yolanda’s imagining it already—baran tutting, telling yolanda to be nice or else she won’t get to cum.

“fuck,” trinity rasps out, her desires bloating deep within her belly. “fuck, you’ll be such a good girl for once, yo.”

Dennis would lift his shot, say "Amen to that sister." And down it.

john price has been fucking you for months.

he'll bend you over his desk without a word, fucking into you from behind while mission reports scatter across the floor. he'll eat you out in the back of the humvee post op - both of you still streaked with dirt and someone else’s blood, making you come on his tongue with an ease that should be considered concerning. he pushes you to your knees in cramped storage cupboards between briefings, and your hands are already at his belt before he even speaks, freeing his already half-hard cock without even needing to be asked.

but he’s never kissed you.

not once.

he’s dragged his mouth over every inch of your body - sucked bruises into the curve of your breast, bitten marks into your hips - but never your lips.

you asked him about it once, breathless and bare next to him after he'd fucked you stupid.

he’d rolled his eyes.

“don’t like it, love. nothin’ personal.” a lazy smirk. “i kiss your pretty cunt enough, don’t i?”

you told yourself it was just one of his… quirks. you accepted it.

until tonight.

you saw him at the pub just off base, his arm slung around the waist of a tall blonde woman. they were wearing matching gold bands - wedding rings. a ring you’d never once seen on his finger before.

you watch, frozen in place, as he leans down and kisses her.

not hungry. not demanding.

soft.

reverent.

his hand cups the back of her neck like she's something precious, and he rests his forehead against hers for a moment afterward, eyes closed, just the two of them in their own little bubble.

your stomach drops. your throat suddenly so dry that you feel like you might choke.

as you turn back to the door, your eyes burn.

that was why.

he didn’t kiss you because he was saving that for her - his wife.

Nothing out of the ordinary, right?

Okay, fine—I feel a little awkward about this

notching the tip of the silicone dick at victoria's entrance, eyes fixed on the slick pink of victoria's hole, slowly stretching to accomodate the intrusion. cassie chose maybe something bigger than she should've, for the poor girl's first time— but she can't fucking help herself when Victoria is whining so sweet, squirming like she can't take it but she needs more of it all at once.

cassie laughs at the desperate display. victoria only whines, bucks her hips, panting, skin slick and glowing with sweat. her thighs twitch, stomach clenching, pooling with heated pleasure. she feels hazy, unmoored, struggling to fit cassie inside, the burn of the stretch just teetering on the edge of too much, addictive pleasure-pain. please— c-cassie, mommy! please... unnhhh, it's t-too much, it's too big, please, m'so full...

cassie hums, pleased, as she fucks the strap deeper, nestling inside victoria's fluttering, drooling hole, eyes heavy-lidded as she watches vic's cute little clit twitch, begging to be touched, a puffy little pearl. she presses her thumb to it, petting gently as victoria hiccups, tears shimmering in her beautiful doe eyes.

But you beg and plead and even cry. He trusted you for everything else, why not this?! You even give him the silent treatment for exactly 18 minutes. That’s enough to break him.

So Clark bends you over on your bed, apologizing profusely. His mama would smack him over the head for treating his girl like this. But he can’t deny how good you look, ass perked up in the air. You wiggle impatiently too.

Clark can see everything as he nudges your lips apart with the tip, how it glistens with each pass. He can watch as he slowly presses in, your puffy pussy struggling to take every thick inch. Your cute hole back there winks back at him too.

Clark settles his hands on your waist, slowly pushing into you. You gasp at the feeling; he’s so thick and long, and this position has him in your lungs. But when you nod weakly and tell him to move, all that blurs along with your vision.

It’s perfect, the angle hitting the right spots just enough to have you keening. You push back against his every thrust, your pussy soaking everything. There’s soft little plaps as his balls smack against your clit, and each one has your breath catching. Clark shifts his angle, just to get a better seat on his knees.

“Right there!” You cry out in a strangled whimper. You can feel his tip pressing on a new spot, right against the back. You go boneless and collapse face first. “There, Clarkie!”

Your desperate whimper has Clark whimpering too,. You can feel his hands tight on your waist, bringing you back. Clark’s staring at that little frothy ring around the base of his cock, and something snaps. He goes harder, knocking each whimper out of you with a groan of his own. Clark’s hand drifts to your clit, rubbing soft circles and sending you flying into your orgasm. Usually this is when Clark would stop .

But Clark’s too entranced with how your pussy nearly refuses to let go as he pulls back. He’ll even brush a thumb over your spread folds, and come at the sight of your pussy fluttering.

Later, when you’re spent with his seed dripping outof you, Clark will fuss over you. He’ll apologize for going too hard and too long.

“Next time, pull my hair,” You mumble .