parsa's property

unity. 23. they/he/it/she.

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Mutt!parsa wanting sooo badly to knot reader but his knot is so big they’re nervous about it

He’s whining and rutting against them, trying to shove it in while it’s still small, assuring them it will fit, insisting it will,,

When it pops in, still swelling against reader’s walls, they can feel the stretch,, Parsa sighs at the feeling, grinning when reader starts whimpering as he grinds against them

The stretch is almost painful they feel dizzy stuffed to the brink with their puppy’s fat cock and even fatter knot.. his big hands feel their tummy and he guides one of their hands down, to feel the bulge he makes in them, his cock so obscenely visible inside them

Thinking about Joost and Parsa frotting,, Joost all up in Parsa’s lap, sooo close together and so intimate as their dicks rub together, Parsa’s cock thick and throbbing against Joost’s I’m sureee Parsa leaks soo much more than Joost

Joost and Parsa at the end of the Helsinki show!

"cmon, like... not even one?" Parsa pursed his lips, giving you this unserious expression. your eyes roll naturally, because at this point you were used to him saying stupid stuff like this.

'not even one. it will be weird later' something similar to a nervous chuckle escaped you. he wasn't serious, you hoped.

"it wont, i promise. i just...i really want to kiss you. just one?"

Parsa was really persuasive sometimes. maybe it was because you knew him for ages, because you two were practically two peas in a pod. or maybe it was because you secretly wanted to kiss him too. one kiss never ruined a friendship, right?

right...

soft sigh escaped your lips. he was now inches from you, your noses practically brushing against one another in an eskimo kiss. you could feel Parsa's warm breath on your face, the smell of his cologne this close was making you feel dizzy. your lips parted slightly, brushing against his before giving in and kissing him completely.

it was almost intoxicating for him, like he was tasting honey straight from the source. the way you gave in so easily, how he had you on his palm now, the taste of your tongue against his (and you faintly tasted like bubblegum. something sweet and fruity maybe).

Parsa's rough hands from all those gigs finally got to your face, holding against your jawline, like he was trying his hardest to keep you in place so it never ends, you just felt so good under him. soft whimpers escaped your lips, like you were trying to tell him that was enough. but he wasn't stopping, nor did it seem like he was gonna stop.

your hands gripped on his bicep, trying to push him away, but it was no use. he was just much stronger than you. in a swift move, you were pinned under him, his hand gripping on your wrists above your head. he trapped you. now fully pinned against him, you really didn't have any other way to go besides giving in completely. his grunts became more prominent, spreading your legs apart with his knee, rubbing against the head of your cunt.

"s-so sorry schatz..i just..i-i need it so badly. i need this. just let me cum and ill be done, ja?" his words sounded pathetic muffled against your lips. you could feel how hard he was against your heat, practically feeling it twitch in his pants.

his kisses became erratic, just kissing wherever he could reach: lips, corner of your mouth, a trail of bites along your jawline before reaching your neck. the first kiss to it felt like pure static, making you wince out when his teeth brushed against that spot under your ear.

"shh, shh. you're so pretty. let me have you. gonna mark you up all good..." he was practically mumbling against your neck, making you wiggle under his grip. you were long gone, it started feeling too good to stop it the second you felt him rub against your cunt. Parsa's other hand explored your body, gripping you all over. your tits fit perfectly against his palm, sliding down just enough to grip your hip to pull you flush against him as he grinded into you.

god, you were so pathetic. you could feel yourself get overwhelmed into an orgasm, just from kissing and humping? it was intoxicating how he made you feel.

'nngh.. 'm g-gonna..' your groans were strained, practically pushing yourself onto his clothed cock, chasing down that good feeling. Parsa chuckled softly, almost like he was making fun of you.

"ahh schatz, y'gonna cum for me? just from this? y'can't wait for my cock in you?". his words left his lips like soft coos, hand trailing up to caress your face before pulling you back into another kiss.

it was just too much, the way his fingers gripped your jaw in place, you could feel the orgasm cook deep inside of your lower abdomen.

but he wasn't gonna let you finish this easily...