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ִֶָ🪽་༘ body worship, messy make out, praising, vulnerability

post-sex glow

glowing. sensitive. shaking. nothing gets shane harder than seeing you like this. not just fucked. completely satisfied. skin flushed. eyes soft and hazy. lips plump and red from his biting and rough kisses. cum and saliva still on your thighs. you’re blooming. you’re beautiful. things that make him want to stare at you. or fuck you again. this time, he’s itching to do both.

you’re breathing heavily beside him. messy hair. tears dried on your cheeks. your body heavy and boneless. every nerve ending is open and sensitive. shane lays beside you, breathing the same. he looks at you before pulling you to his chest, pressing tiny kisses on your head. he buries his nose in your hair, breathing in the sweat mixing with whatever products you used. he wipes the sweat across your forehead, looking at your half-lidded eyes. the bastard smirks. “you okay, baby?” so proud of himself every time he makes you end up like this. all pretty and tired.

“hmmm…” you just hum tiredly.

his lips trail to your jaw, kissing down your neck. smelling you. the way the sweat, the smell of sex, and his own scent cling to your skin takes all his patience not to fuck you again. he drags his tongue out and sucks a long, hard line into your neck. “taste so good, sweetheart…” he whispers against your skin before giving you a bruising suck.

he can’t stop touching you. squeezing your thighs. playing with your nipples. sliding his fingers through the cum on your skin. he loves every bit of reaction because your body is just all sensitive and fucked. his hips keep rocking, a slow, desperate grind against your thigh. he’s hard and aching and deliberately holding back.

“shane… let’s get cleaned up…” a light giggle slips out from your lips because of how he can’t seem to keep himself off you.

he sighs deeply before sitting up. stops. his breathing halts as he looks over your body. you’re laying on the bed, spent, legs shaking slightly. marks and bruises all over you. from him.

you notice him staring so you kick his foot. he catches your leg and massages it gently in your thighs. his fingers work the sore muscle, then trail up through the slick you’re still leaking. “shaneee” you whine. your voice comes out low and broken. raspy from how he made you scream. he loves that sound. loves the way it rumbles in your chest because of him.

shane scoffs and leans in. he just hovers above you, drinking in the sight. your flushed skin. that fucked-out glaze in your eyes. the way you’re barely holding onto consciousness.

“what a pretty girl you are,” he murmurs under his breath. he watches your lips part, watches your chest rise and fall. then his mouth is on yours. immediately messy. aggressively kissing you, fucking your mouth with his tongue. he only stops when you tap his arm and pinch him.

he pulls away, breathing heavy. looks at you again. at the spit-slick mess he’s made of your lips. “think you can take another round?” as his hand slides down your thighs again.

They can fucking team tag me

my heart rate kicked up reading this ohlord. you’ve been rooting around in my head, haven’t you? thank you so much for your ask!! wrote this one handed…

your back is to karen’s chest, her hands palming at your breasts as she places soft kisses to your neck. frank is situated between your legs, large hands keeping you held open for him as he licks against you.

you moan and squirm, face turning to hide in karen’s neck. she coos softly, fingers petting through your hair. “doing so well for us, baby. you like how he touches you?” she murmurs.

you whine in response, hips bucking as frank sucks against your clit. “think she does.” he mumbles, hardly disconnecting from your weeping pussy to speak. the vibration of his voice has you sighing into karen’s neck, hands sliding through frank’s hair.

you manage to pull yourself out of karen’s neck to look down at frank, who seems absolutely lost in between your legs. he glances up and catches your gaze, lips curling into a smile as he presses his tongue flat against you. “tell him how you feel, honey. he wants to hear you.” karen murmurs against your ear. “we both do”

“feels so so good, frank.” you moan, not missing the way his hips jerk against the mattress. his eyes slip closed and he groans, fingers tightening their hold around you. karen smiles and brings a hand up to cradle your face, turning you enough so she can connect her lips to yours. the kiss starts slow, soft as she slides her tongue over your bottom lip. you grant her access immediately and she makes a pleased sound as her thumb smooths across your cheek.

you feel the vibration of frank’s groan and you know he’s watching the two of you. karen doesn’t give you much time to think about him before she’s pinching your nipple with her free hand, smiling against your lips as your gasp. the heat pooling in your stomach has you twitching in their grasp, both sets of hands touching and making you dizzy.

it’s nearly enough to break you when frank slips two fingers inside, facing no resistance as your cunt drools for him. you choke on a moan that karen quickly swallows, moving her hand to rest softly against your neck. the feeling of her fingers against your pulse and frank’s plunging inside of you has you whining, chasing the feeling as your orgasm builds.

your voice is a broken warble of their names, unable to think straight as pleasure surges through you. “gonna cum!” is all you manage to say before you’re gushing around frank’s fingers, legs shaking and hand moving to grasp his shoulders, nails digging into the skin. frank openly moans against you, working you through your orgasm as karen kisses along your jaw.

“did so well for us, sweetheart. such a good girl.” she murmurs, fingers brushing across your face as you gaze at her dazed. frank slowly kisses his way up your thighs, lifting himself enough to press his lips to yours. you moan weakly, tasting yourself on his tongue as he slips it into your mouth.

he’s smiling against you before sliding a hand back between your legs, eyes glinting at the way your hips buck into him despite the sensitivity that’s overtaken you.