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megumi fushiguro is trying very hard to play it cool.
he’s buried deep inside you, hips pressed flush against yours, when he first notices it—the soft, unmistakable bulge in your lower belly every time he thrusts forward. his cock is visibly pressing against your insides, distorting your stomach just slightly with every slow roll of his hips.
he freezes for half a second.
his usual stoic expression stays perfectly intact, but inside, something feral awakens. his dark eyes flick down to your stomach again, locked on the way the bulge appears and disappears with each thrust. he feels almost dizzy at the sight.
he doesn’t say anything. doesn’t acknowledge it. just keeps his breathing steady and his face neutral. at least, that’s what he wants you to think. in reality, megumi is obsessed.
the sight of his cock making your tummy bulge is doing dangerous things to his self-control. he’s never seen anything hotter in his life. the primal urge to push deeper, to make the bulge even more obvious, is quickly overriding his usual restraint.
without warning, his pace changes.
his thrusts become harder. deeper. more deliberate. each stroke is forceful enough that the bulge in your stomach becomes much more visible. megumi’s jaw clenches, eyes darkening as he watches it intently.
you moan loudly, fingers digging into his shoulders. “megumi— ah! slow down—”
he doesn’t. if anything, he fucks you even harder.
his hand slides down and presses firmly against the bulge, feeling the shape of his own cock through your soft skin. the sensation makes him groan low in his throat—the only crack in his cool facade.
“fuck…” he mutters under his breath, barely audible.
he’s completely fixated now. every time he bottoms out, he watches the way your belly swells with his cock, mesmerized. his usual calm and steady rhythm is gone, replaced by something rougher and more possessive. his hips snap against yours with more and more intensity, chasing that view that makes his brain melt.
you’re trembling beneath him, overwhelmed by how deep he’s getting. “megumi… it’s too much— i can feel you so deep—”
“good,” he replies. his hand stays pressed against your tummy, pushing down gently so he can feel himself even better. “i want you to feel all of me.”
he leans down, forehead pressed against yours, eyes still glued to the way your stomach bulges every time he drives into you. his breathing is ragged now, control slipping further with every thrust.
“you look so good like this,” he admits quietly, almost shyly, even as he fucks you harder. “seeing my cock inside you… fuck, i can’t stop looking.”
megumi’s thrusts turn punishing, hips slamming into you as he loses himself in the sight. the usually controlled boy is gone—replaced by someone completely addicted to the way your body yields to him, marked so visibly by his cock.
he presses down on your belly again, eyes dark with lust. “take me deeper,” he whispers against your lips. “i want to see how much you can take.”
੭꣒ ˖ ❛ bf!suguru who loves to babytalk you while sex.
c.ws :: mdni , smut , daddy kink , babytalk , a lot of praise , spooning sex , size kink , overstimulation , creampies , body worship , dacryphilia.
“aww, my little princess… look at you, all needy and squirmy for me, huh?”
suguru’s voice is a warm, teasing murmur right against your ear as he spoons you from behind, his strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. his other hand gropes your soft breast gently at first, then firmer, kneading the flesh like dough while his thumb circles your nipple, making it pebble under his touch. you’re already so sensitive, every little pinch sending jolts straight to your core, where his thick cock is nestled snugly between your thighs, teasing your slick folds.
“s-sugu… please…” you whine, arching back into him, your hips wiggling desperately for more.
“shh, shh, babygirl,” he coos, nuzzling into your neck, planting soft, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. “daddy’s got you, okay? gonna make my sweet little thing feel so good. you’re so sensitive today, aren’t you? my sweet girl…”
he shifts slightly, guiding the fat head of his cock to your entrance, pushing in slow and steady, inch by inch, until he’s buried deep inside your fluttering walls. you gasp, trembling as he fills you completely, stretching you just right, his girth making your tummy clench with that delicious fullness.
“there we go… oh, look at that, princess. takin’ me so well… feels good, doesn’t it? yeah? tell daddy how good it feels.”
“m-move—! ngh!” your voice came out as a mewl, turning quickly into a content sight as soon as he starts to move, his hips rolling in lazy, deep thrusts that have him grinding against that sweet spot inside you. his hand slides down from your breast to grip your hip, digging his fingers in possessively while he spoons you tighter.
“fuck— you’re all creamy and wet already. listen to that—hear how squishy you are? that’s your pretty cunt talkin’, huh? beggin’ for more.”
he picked up the pace, thrusting harder now, the wet smack of his hips against your ass echoing in the room in an obscene squelch, but his touches remained oh-so-fucking-gentle—his lips brushing your ear, whispering sweet nothings, his free hand roaming to caress your thighs, your belly, anywhere he can spoil you with affection.
your body feels on fire, every drag of his cock making stars burst behind your eyes, your walls clenching around him so hard he almost hisses under his breath. it’s too much, too fucking intense. tears start to prick your lashes as the pleasure builds, your needy cries turning into sobs.
“you’re shakin’, baby… too much? no? want more? okay, okay, daddy’ll give you everything. gonna fuck my sweet princess nice and deep, fill you up with all my love.”
“mmph! suguru—! i’m… i’m so close, please!” your hips meet his in desperate attempts to get more of him, chasing a high that promises to leave you so deliciously fucked out.
“yeah, just like that… let go, angel. cum for daddy… that’s it, let go. cream all over me, show me how much you love it.” his voice is a loving croon, even as he pounds into you relentlessly, kneading your breast again, pinching just enough to push you over.
you shatter with a wail, your pussy creaming around his shaft, milking him as waves of ecstasy crash over you. suguru follows with a low groan, thrusting deep one last time before spilling inside, thick ropes of seed breeding your walls, leaking out around where you’re joined as he holds you still, spoiling you with kisses along your neck.
“there’s my good girl… so perfect, all filled up and happy. i love you so much, baby.” he stays wrapped around you, lazily grinding through the aftershocks, until you’re boneless and giggling in his arms, utterly loved.
⋆˚࿔- Your dear husband is such a wonderful man, not only physically but also emotionally. He's always looking out for you and your safety, he spoils you with his vast wealth, and he treats you like a doll, Sure, but when you're both in bed, he's a stranger to you; he can't get enough of you, especially when you start whimpering his name like it's a prayer.
Dom! Gojo, Twitter link.
𝜗ৎ- A quickie before he goes to work.
𝜗ৎ-Using his belt while whipping you from behind.
𝜗ৎ- He loves seeing your face.
𝜗ৎ- Making you rub against his sorcerer's uniform.
𝜗ৎ- Rubbing it in your face .
𝜗ৎ- Your big, muscular husband who is almost two meters tall.
gym bro!ghost whose wind-down sets are lazy sex with you
he relaxes into the couch, sweat coating his chest and drenching his shirt. his shoulders relax and he groans, legs pushed apart and arm draped around your waist, hand grasping at the fat on the outside of your thigh as he drags you up and down his aching cock
he pants quietly, throwing his head back as you whimper and pant, your hungry cunt swallowing his cock whole. his throat bobs, and he squeezes your thigh, his cock twitching when you whimper particularly whorishly. your back arches, and you push your hips back into his, supporting yourself with your hands on his thighs, a deliciously lewd 'pap, pap, pap' following each roll of his cock deep within you
his muscles ripple and flex, his meaty thighs spreading wide as he fucks up into you. "such a good girl ain't ya?" he drawls, biting at your shoulder. "lettin' me relax with this pussy. nothin' better," he praises, resting his head against your back. he watches the curve of your ass bounce against his thigh. you're easy to rile up and he adores hearing you whimper 'simon, oh!' all brokenly while he barely breaks another sweat.
he knows his scent sticks to your brain, excites you. he knows you love this routine specifically-- it makes you ride him till failure-- till you can't handle any more of his thick cock and even thicker cum. so he lets you. at your own pace, your own speed. he supplements it with shallow fucks into your wet heat, but nothing more
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megumi's room is dimly lit, the faint glow from his window casting shadows over the rumpled sheets. you're sprawled on his bed, legs spread wide, heart pounding as he kneels between your thighs. his dark hair falls into his eyes, but he doesn't brush it away—his focus is entirely on you, intense and unwavering. those sharp, brooding eyes lock onto your pussy, already slick and aching for his touch.
he leans in slowly, his breath hot against your inner thighs, making you shiver. "relax," he murmurs, voice low and steady, one hand gripping your hip to hold you steady. his other hand parts your folds gently but firmly, exposing your clit to the cool air. you gasp, hips twitching, but he presses down harder, pinning you in place.
without another word, megumi's tongue flicks out, tracing a slow line from your entrance up to your clit. the flat of his tongue laps at you deliberately, savoring the taste as he groans softly against your skin. "you taste so good," he says, the words vibrating through you. he dives in deeper, lips sealing around your clit to suck gently, then harder, pulling it between his teeth just enough to make you arch off the bed.
your hands fly to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands, urging him closer. he obliges, tongue thrusting into your pussy now, fucking you with it in short, insistent strokes. wet sounds fill the room—slurps and smacks as he eats you out like he's starved, alternating between broad licks that cover every inch and pointed flicks that target your most sensitive spots. his nose bumps your clit with each plunge, adding friction that has you moaning his name.
megumi's free hand slides up your thigh, two fingers pushing inside you alongside his tongue. he curls them immediately, stroking that rough patch deep within, while his mouth works your clit relentlessly. you feel the pressure building, your walls clenching around his fingers as he pumps them faster, his tongue swirling in circles. "come on," he urges, pulling back just enough to speak, his chin glistening with your arousal. "let me feel you cum on my face."
he doesn't wait for a response—his mouth latches back on, sucking hard while his fingers twist and thrust. the overstimulation hits like a wave, your body trembling as orgasm crashes over you. you cry out, thighs clamping around his head, but he doesn't stop, licking you through it, drawing out every spasm until you're a quivering mess.
only then does he ease back, lips swollen and shiny, a rare smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he watches you pant. "not done yet," he says, voice husky, already leaning in for more.
Warning: Gn reader, penetration, creampie, lube mentioned, they agreed not to make any sounds, english ins't my first language
A/n: With this one I just kinda blacked out
The only sound in the room was the frantic drumming of rain against the window, a rhythm that perfectly matched the wild beat of your heart. You could feel Ushijima's body heat at your back , his massive frame caging you against the mattress.
His large, calloused hand splayed across your stomach, holding you firmly in place. Not that you could move or that you wanted to. His other arm was hard beneath your neck, his bicep a perfect support. His lips were at your ear, his breath so hot it sent shivers straight down your spine to pool in your pulsing core. He hadn’t moved for what felt like forever, just holding himself there, right at your entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing against you, teasing.
His eyes were fixed on where your bodies were almost joined, his pupils so wide and dark they seemed to consume the muted green of his irises. His focus usually reserved for the volleyball court was now directed entirely at your hole.
A soft, involuntary sound escaped your lips, a half-whimper, half-sigh as you looked back at him. His eyes flicked up to yours instantly, holding the eye contact. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The command in his gaze was clear: Quiet.
You bit your lip, nodding subtly, the game had changed. The usual sounds of your shared passion, the filthy encouragements, the guttural commands, your own breathless pleas, were gone, replaced by a consuming, suffocating silence. It made every sensation a thousand times more acute.
Slowly, so slowly it was a form of exquisite torture, he began to push inside.
You felt the phenomenal stretch, the burning, perfect fullness as your body opened up to his invading girth. Your mouth fell open on a silent gasp, your head tipping back against his shoulder. His breath hitched, a ragged, sharp inhale even you could feel through his chest. His eyes were locked on the junction of your bodies, watching, witnessing, as he disappeared into you inch by inch.
A low, strained groan vibrated deep in his chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated agony and ecstasy that he didn’t let past his lips. It was a rumble you felt more than heard, the primal evidence of his struggle to control. Your own hands, which had been gripping the sheets, came up to clutch at the powerful forearm across your stomach, your nails digging into his skin. His muscles jumped under your touch, but he didn’t flinch away.
When he was finally in to the hilt, a tremor ran through his entire body. He held himself there, buried to the root, and you could feel the frantic, heavy throb of his cock deep inside you. The silence was deafening, broken only by the frantic patter of rain and the harsh, synchronized rhythm of your breathing. You could hear the wet, squelching sound your bodies made from the obscene amount of lube that he was now stirring up.
Then, he moved.
It wasn’t the furious, desperate pounding you’d expected. It was a slow, deliberate, a devastating withdrawal followed by an equally measured thrust. The friction was unreal, a slick, hot drag that scraped against every single nerve ending. Your eyes rolled back, a tear of overwhelming sensation leaking from the corner of your eye and tracing down your temple.
He watched it fall. His gaze, when you managed to focus on it, was filled with a dark possessiveness. His thrusts began to deepen, to gain a fraction more speed, but they never lost that controlled intensity. Every movement was calculated to get the maximum amount of sensation from you both.
The sounds were everything. The wet slap of his skin against yours, the creak of the bed frame holding your weight, the choked, strangled breaths he forced through his nose. You could hear the lewd, slick noise of your body accepting his, over and over, a filthy beat that highlighted the silence. You watched his lips part, his tongue dart out to wet them, and you knew he was tasting the air, tasting the musky, intimate scent of your fucking.
Your own pleasure was like burning hot in your belly, and it burned more with every deep pistoning thrusts from Ushijima. You were trembling, a slight, constant shake that started in your thighs and radiated outwards. You wanted to beg, to scream his name, to tell him how fucking good it felt, but the command held your voice hostage. This was a different kind of submission.
He shifted his hand from your stomach, his fingers sliding down slowly to stimulate you more. The contact was electric. Your back arched violently, a silent scream locked in your throat. He move with precision attacking your weak points, the rhythm a complete counterpoint to the deep pace of his hips.
His face showed intense concentration, his brow furrowed, his gaze darting between your wrecked expression and his fingers working your sensitive flesh. You could see the sweat beading on his forehead, a single drop tracing a path down the strong column of his neck. The sight of him, this powerful man coming utterly apart while maintaining such rigid physical control, was what undid you.
The orgasm overcame you without warning, a massive wave of pleasure that stole the air from your lungs. Your body seized, your hole clamping down around his cock in a series of violent, fluttering spasms. Your eyes screwed shut, your mouth a wide, silent 'O' of ecstasy.
Through the haze, you felt his control shatter. A raw, guttural sound was torn from his throat, a broken "Fuck!" that was almost like a sob, which you never expected to hear from the Ushijima. His hips stuttered, his thrusts becoming erratic, brutal, as he chased his own release. He drove into you, once, twice, three more times, and then buried himself as deep as he could possibly go.
You felt the hot, thick pulse of his cum flooding you, a burning hot rush that seemed to go on and on endlessly. His entire body went rigid against you, every muscle locked in the aftershocks of his climax. A shudder wracked his frame, and then he collapsed next to you, and you quickly burried your face in the crock of his neck.
There was only the sound of the rain and your slowing heartbeats, the air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Slowly, he shifted his weight, pulling out of you with a soft, wet sound that made you clench reflexively feeling his cum seep out.
it is a universally known fact that "just the tip" is a trope that goes to Soap. but what if you're begging Simon for just the tip when you've ran out of condoms and you're not on birth control but you're so fucking horny it hurts :(
and he might roll his eyes and grumble something along the lines of "needy brat" but deep down, he wants to throw all caution to the wind because he's got a breeding kink that has never been allowed to see the light of day until now.
with eyes so heated as they land on you, he slowly backs you until you fall on the bed and he crawls on top of you. he slips a hand under your skirt to find two things. one, no panties. and two-
"you're fucking soaked, luv." it's impossible not to moan as his fingers card through you wet folds. "want my cock that bad?"
you nod vigorously and bite your lip when he undoes his belt. he doesn't even fully take his pants off, just shucks them far enough down his thighs so his cock can spring free while he spreads your legs wider to accommodate his hips.
but oh, you don't need much prep. you're already so wet that it makes his fingers prune when he teases you and makes you whine and beg for more. so he obliges you.
gives you more just like you ask. the tip of his cock, swollen and flushed and leaky, nudges your entrance while he thumbs your needy little clit. he throws his head back, groaning loudly while you mewl and squirm under him, rocking your hips to get more of him inside you.
he presses a hand on your stomach to stop you from moving too much or he's gonna blow his load too soon. "stay still, love."
but you don't. you're pawing at his arms, his stomach, begging him to come a little closer to you...
"stop squirming." he barely registers your legs wrapping around him, ankles locking at his back, pulling him. his cock sinks deeper inside your cunt, he catches the sight of your lip trapped between your teeth. "getting desperate, are we?"
he gives a shallow thrust that draws a high-pitched moan from you. you're so needy today, it makes him all soft inside because he's never one to deny you what you want. not when what you want is him. knowing that, knowing that you get off from him, that he's the only man who can get you like this, it gives him some sort of a power trip on the inside.
"want me to fuck you that bad? is that it?" you nod, glassy-eyed. "fine." he pries your legs off of him and pins them to your chest, slowly pulling his cock out until only the tip stayed. "have it your way."
a sharp cry punches out of you at the first snap of his hips. he's so deep, he's kissing your cervix. that delicious stretch makes your eyes roll back.
he keeps his thrust sharp and direct, groaning at how wet you are, you're practically creaming his cock until there's a white ring at the base of him. "fuckin' hell, begging for it like the needy little thing you are."
your trembling hands grasp onto something, his arms, nails digging in and denting his skin the way his fingers do to your thighs. a testament to the ache in your bones, the sheer longing your souls have for each other.
it's filthy. depraved. fucking messy. no condom. he can see it in your eyes just as you see it in his. there's no going back from this. no better feeling than this. no barrier to prevent the feeling of his bare cock sliding in and out of your cunt raw for the first time. it makes you both lose control.
'just the tip' has long since been tossed out the window and forgotten as he fucks you with full intent, sinking his shaft right down to the hilt. every precaution drowned in the depths of the ocean floor as your voice calls out his name in shaky moans until your cunt starts to tighten and you arch your back when the pleasure spikes, toes curling as the words in your mouth muddle.
"fuck, fuck-" Simon closes his eyes because it's so fucking erotic watching you cum. but he can't escape it, your pussy milks every bit of him, coaxing the roar in his ears to drown every thought he's had of pulling out.
he wants to maintain some semblance of control. one of you has to be rational about this. but no amount of reasoning will ever be as good as fucking you without protection.
the lewd sounds become louder and louder the more he grabs your hips and ruts wildly into you until your orgasm melts into another one, until it triggers his own. his hiss cuts through the air when his hips stutter as tries to pull out, but it's already too late. your cunt's too hot and too tight to let him go anywhere far and his hips draw back in and out while his cum spurts out before he can even think about it.
his long drawn "fuck" echoes through the room when he gives up, falling victim to the pleasure, letting his cum flood your pussy.
something something shy men who throw their head back as you are sucking their cock because they’re a little embarrassed about how red their face is, but look down again almost immediately because they love the way you look
vs
confident, shameless men who have a grand smile plastered on their face as you take their whole cock in your mouth. who aren’t embarrassed to praise you for doing such a good job, who groan and moan about the feeling of your mouth all while they stare at you
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truth or dare with best friend! gojo is always insane and slightly perverted
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neither of you could sleep that night, so you invite him into your room and have a little pseudo-sleepover. a late-night hangout in your pyjamas.
"WHAT?! WHY THE F—" her screams are cut off when gojo abruptly hangs up the phone on her, and once the line has dropped, you're both finally able to let out the cackles that you were previously struggling to suppress.
although, you're far more entertained by this situation than he is, hunched over and clutching your stomach through your shirt as tears of joy prick at the corners of your eyes. "i can't breathe!" you wheeze, laughing to hard that you collapse forward on the bed. "i can't believe you actually did it!"
gojo is sitting on the desk chair adjacent to your bed. a faint smile tugs at his lips, but that's mostly from seeing how happy you are, since 'confessing' to a girl he's being hooking up with recently that he had crabs doesn't bring him any amusement at all. "you dared me to." he states plainly, as though that's a full jusifcation for giving a girl a fake sti scare.
"i know, but you could've just chickened out. now that poor girl probably thinks she's infected." you pout, crossing your arms. truthfully, when gojo picked dare and you told him to do that, you didn't actually think he was going to, but in retrospect, you should've known better. "you should call her back and tell her it was just a prank."
"maybe later." he shrugs. as expected, as soon as he ended the call, the girl starts blowing up his phone and trying to call him back. the constant vibrations and alerts are getting distracting so he idly turns his phone onto do-not-disturb and places it aside. "anyway, your turn." he says, his voice laced with mischief, and you can tell he isn't going to be kind to you after you dared him to do something so mortifying. "truth or dare?"
hence, you decide to play it safe, "truth."
gojo's sly smirk suddenly drops into a frown at your response. however, you chose dare last round so he doesn't have any ground to tease you for 'always picking the boring option'. thus, he presses his lips together and hums, spinning aimlessly in the chair while trying to come up with a 'truth' for you.
until, it occurs to him. he straightens up and turns to you, asking, "are you wearing underwear?"
you titter at how ludicrous of a question that is, then say, "yeah."
with missing a beat, he replies, "i dare you to prove it."
in an instant, a hot flush rises to your cheeks and your stomach flips at the mere thought of stripping your clothes off in front of your best friend. albeit, he's seen you nude before but those instances were either benign — like when you wanted an objective option on whether your tits were uneven — or totally by mistake — like when he "accidentally" walked in on you in the shower.
despite the embarrassment, you're eventually able to splutter, without making eye-contact, "that's not how this game works. i answered your truth so you can't immediately give me a dare."
"but how do i know it's the truth if you don't prove it?" he says in a soft manner, tilting his head, "because i think you're lying. no girls wear panties to bed."
"i do.." you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest and slumping back against the wall next to your bed. maybe it was crazy to admit but you really were considering flashing your best friend. only because you knew it wouldn't be in a sexual way. nothing between you and gojo is ever sexual or romantic; yeah, sometimes things can get a little intimate, but it's always done in a playful and platonic manner. and this is no different, you reason. plus, your dare to gojo was far worse, so this would be easy in comparison and you don't want him to think of you as a chicken.
"why don't you stand up and i'll check for you?" gojo offers.
you huff, hopping up from the bed and standing in front of him, arms still crossed over your chest. with your eyes narrowed, you look down at him and scoff, "fine." you snatch his phone off the desk where he sat it and grip it firmly in your hand, "but i'm keeping ahold of this until your done."
"okay." he smirks, clicking his tongue and he gets off the chair and onto his knees in front of you. he looks up at you and thankfully he's wearing his blindfold, otherwise the intense eye-contact probably would've made your knees weak. he pinches the fabric at the edge of your shorts and snickers, "and you're actually letting me do this?"
"why not? we've done worse." you sigh, shrugging, looking away from him so he doesn't flustered twitching of your eyebrows. "plus i'm so tired that this has somehow become laughable than awkward."
"you know that's what i like to hear." he hums, and you let your eyes flutter shut as your body tenses up in response to his nimble fingers tugging your shorts down and exposing your bare skin to the chilly air. "oh, look at that," his sultry tone sending shivers up your shine and causing your eyes to squeeze shut, "no panties. what did i say?"
before you have a chance to answer, not that you intended on saying anything, he answers himself, "girls don't wear underwear to bed." you feel his cold fingertips graze the hood of your pussy, then tracing your slit. since your eyes are tightly closed, you can't see the foolish grin spreading across his face at the hushed whimpers and cute noises you make at his touch. "someone wasn't telling the truth."
his hot breath warms your cunt as he leans in close. he skillfully uses his two thumbs to spreads your lips to allow himself to plant a firm kiss against your clit. he laughs again when you whine from pleasure and press your thighs together. then, he swiftly grabs your shorts and yanks them back up, giving you a slap on the ass before pushing you onto the bed.
your eyes shoot open when you stumble back and land on your soft sheets, gasping on impact. " 'toru!" you cry, adjusting your shorts to ensure their on properly. "what was that for?"
"fun." he shrugs happily, sitting back down on the chair and manspreading his legs. hence you're clearly able to see the buldge against the crotch of his grey sweats, almost like it's intentional. "and what're you staring at?"
keep thinking about them apologizing as they fuck me rougher than usual. "I know, baby, I know...please forgive me, I needed this." as they rut into me hard and fast. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry please don't ask me to stop...I know I'm sorry." knowing they might not be able to stop themself if I ask. "fuck I know it hurts but you're okay baby...just a little longer." as they put their hand over my mouth so they don't have to listen to my pleas as they take all of their frustration out on me.
being held by the waist, his thumbs pressing into your back, as he fucks you from behind will always be hot to me. especially when it is obvious he is trying to go deeper and deeper with each thrust
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୨ৎ if there is anything simon riley wants after a mission, it's to come home and get his hands on you
୨ৎ to get to play with him like this oh my god
୨ৎ being his pretty princess and letting him fuck your pretty holes
୨ৎ holding hands while he's eating you out is a must. he needs to know he's making you feel good, taking his time to get you ready for him
୨ৎ he is so handsy. has to have his hands all over you as you bounce on him, helping you move
୨ৎ wanting to take care of him after he's had a rough day at work
୨ৎ simon has a size kink. he doesn't care about weight, just height. he loves feeling bigger than he already is
୨ৎ mans is big. we know it. he knows it. so playing with him is always a nice fun treat
୨ৎ he would be a messy lover. getting his cum absolutely all over you. just wanting to see how pretty you look covered in his loads
୨ৎ you were being mouthy so he has to remind you who the lieutenant is
୨ৎ i 100% believe this is how feral i would be with simon. wanting him to breed me so bad omg
୨ৎ i just know this man GRUNTS when he's taking you from behind WOOF WOOF
୨ৎ he loves measuring to see how deep he'll be before fucking you
୨ৎ having to pull over and fuck you on the side of the road because he can't go a second without having his hands on you
୨ৎ when he eats you out i just know he eats like he's never going to eat again, like a starved man depraved of food
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happy friday to the men who love bunching your sundress up at your hips while they fuck you, two fingers pulling down the bust of your dress until your tits spill out the top too 💗
