Being real with your boo and shagging it all out
18+ over stimulation, deep throating, cock drunk, heterosexual sex, toys, idk
Fem!Reader x meguru Bachira SMUT
It had been months since you agreed to be his, that you signed up to be his sex partner. You always loved how gentle and sweet he was, the gentle caresses and the way he restrained himself as though he couldnāt bear to ruin you. You guys only had a sex a couple times, a mixture of him asking or you pleading for him to fuck you. It wasnāt your boyfriends fault, itās just your nervous to reveal your true colours, the fact you desire more than soft touches and single rounds, you lust for deeper more filthy stuff, to be fucked from dusk to dawn. Itās a miracle youāve lasted this long, on secret goon sessions with hidden vibrators and silicon dildos, but it all began to change now.
Despite the sweet, heartwarming atmosphere you couldnāt dispel the burning and aching need in your wet cunt, the sticky sensation of your panties clinging against your damp skin. Usually, when you felt this way around Bachira, you never acted on it as you felt ashamed using Bachira like that, like he was one of your toys. Before your boyfriend came home, you made sure to release the pressure, moaning and whimpering his name softly, as you imagined his fingers scissoring your pink pussy and him fucking you with your vibrator. You eventually climax but ultimately feel emptier and more sexually bothered than you started. So now sexually frustrated you rest against his bare warm skin, a hand brushes through your hair startling you out of your steaming thoughts. You look up shooting Bachira, a confused look, a smirk is evident on his full lips, his golden eyes amused, yours eyes dart back to the tv and the credits are rolling in, you panicked as you had no idea what happen in this dumb movie.
You take a leap of faith, āMann, that was such a great movie..ā you non-chalantly comment, attempting to mask your utter cluelessness, you feel the chuckle reverberate in his chest. Uh oh, did he notice you werenāt paying attention?
āHmm, right,ā he huskily pretended to believe your charade, his eyes on yours trying to decrypt your thoughts psychically. You sighed, you almost had conned your boyfriend, your face flushed in embarrassment. Sensing something larger, Bachira turned off the tv, before flipping you over where you sat in his lap, he nipped at your ear, āNow do you want to tell me whatās wrong?ā He whispered calmly, his words unhurried setting you at perfect ease, in all his mannerisms he was perfectly unthreatening, always conscious of making you feel safe and comfortable. Reminding you of your prior thoughts, made you feel your stomach churn, hiding from his curious gaze you avert your eyes.
A sigh escaped his chest, his fingers gently made contact with your chin, forcing you to maintain contact with him. It was scary how this one action caused a flutter in your aching lower body, you knew what you needed. You melted like putty into his touch, his touch soothing to your overwise overheated body, suddenly breathless you sucked in air like a thirsty man in a desert. Bachira sat back observing this sudden change in your demeanor, your apparent hunger and ache, he noted the tension in your body the way your toes were clenched in a curl. He recognized what you needed, but waited for you to say it, despite the way you pleaded with your eyes and how your pouty lips trembled. Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes, it hurt Bachira to watch you suffer what he knew this was needed for your relationship to evolve to the next step, you subconsciously knew it too.
āBabe, I havenāt been truthful about my needs..ā your voice trembled, your words coming out hoarsely as your throat attempted close up. You paused, and you felt vulnerable in the sea of his gaze, it was hard. Patiently, Bachira waited his eyes devoid of judgement but full of love and consideration, evidently you were his whole world and neither of the both of you could imagine a life without the other. āI want more.. No, I need more, I have fantasies where we do freaky shit and Iāve been yearning for it, wishing for it.ā Your eyes fluttered shut with defeat, you felt your nervous system threatening to freeze. His beefy arms wrap around you, returning you to the present moment, to the sensations of his body, or specifically Bachiraās erection thatās currently poking at you through his sweatpants. His eyes lock with yours, forcing you to focus on him, on what you want not what you think he wants. It was clear how you speaking your truth turned him on, and how the tender eager look on his face clearly urged you to continue, his hand kneading your lower back, forcing your spine to curl.
āI donāt just want to stop at one round, I want to go until the sun rises in the morning, until Iām completely over-saturated with pleasure that Iām unable to feel anything but you..ā, you purse your lips, with a new sense of courage you continue, āI want you too fuck me in all these different sex positions, missionary, cow girlā¦ I also want to sixty nineā¦ I wanted to be devoured, consumed, and demolished by you. Ruined and dirty from back shots, your seed in every hole of mine, your back covered in scratches and my throat sore from moaning and whining. I need you Meguruā¦ā you whisper the last part, heart in your throat. Wetly tears ran down your face, not sad tears but albeit mourning your past self that whither away a second a go, soft kisses fluttering your eyes shut, drinking away your salty tears with adoration and love.
āSo you admit those toys of yours arenāt enough?āBachira spoke unabashedly, a slight sign of a smirk in his face through his curved lips. A choked noise escaped you, almost as if your boyfriendās words had you gagged, you were sure nothing but pure horror showed on your face.
āW-what?ā Your voice broke, reflecting your uncertainty about how your boyfriend knows. He presses a finger to your lips, shushing you seductively, reminding you that itās okay. āWell, one day I opened the wrong draw and I saw your collection.ā His eyes sought yours, willing you to believe his innocence and the reality that heās not afraid or insecure about the fact youāve gone to your toys instead of asking him. āAnd then I was curious and I linked my phone up to them, so whenever you used them a notification was sent to my account phoneā¦ā he voice dropped, his lips nibbling on your earlobe, kissing your jawline.
A heat raced up your face and your lips trembled, you opened your mouth but words refused to come out. His golden eyes looked up and he shrugged his shoulders clearly unaffected like how you were. Bachira loved you without judgement without shame or guilt, how could he not? His face closed the gap, gently meeting your lips, need flooded through senses, causing you all just pounce on your boyfriend. Your lips ferociously and passionately crash against his, teeth clattering and hands moving all over his neck. A giggle sounded from Bachiraās chests as he momentarily pulled back, he looked lustfully at you, āso that's what you want huh? Well Iām happy to accommodate..ā he whispered on your puffy lips, before hungrily deepening the kiss between you two. His hand lowered, surprising you he grabbed your ass roughly and while you were distracted he slipped his tongue into your mouth, you match his freak in awe of this new version Bachira. A monster as he sloppily kissed you, devouring your saliva, caressing your tongue.
You wanted more, and before you could think things through you hand moved on its own reaching down under the waistband of your boyfriends Calvin Kleinās boxers, your soft hand barely wrapped around his twitching member. He paused before smirking on your lips, he pulled away leaving you both breathless, he saw how much you fundamentally needed him, how you currently yearned for all of him and who was he to stop you? āI hope youāre ready to open that mouth for me baby?ā His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, you quickly nod ready to feel him deep in your mouth. You sit on your knees in between his naked legs, where your boyfriends keeps teasing you by slapping your face with his meat, you pouted staring up into his devious golden eyes. āFine fine Iāll stop teasing you..ā you hmph pretending to be upset, hiding the undercurrent of excitement bubbling in your stomach, without a second to spare your tongue darts out licking the leaking precum of his leaking tip, causing your suddenly sensitive boyfriend to shiver. You spat dirty in your hands, before masterfully stoking up and down his warm shaft. Before risking it all and shoving him in your mouth, he hears him choke on air, his hand reaching to grip your pony tail. You looked up innocently eyes wide at him, as you deep throated him popping on and off his cock so smoothly. You saw the pleasure plain in his eyes and the way his bit his lip stiffing his groans and words, you felt the way his member was warm and solid in your mouthā well not for long.
The grip on your hair intensified and that moment you knew shit was about to get real, you both went all in as Bachira pulled you deeper into his dick and respondingly gag on his girth, almost choking gasping for air but you like that. You keep going, even till you know youāve got him, with the way his moans get louder and make you wetter. āHhh~ babe Iām gonna cum..ā he whimpered his legs limply lying on the couch, you felt it in the back of your throat with no hesitation you swallowed like a princess. An audible wet pop noise left your puffy lips when you pulled off his hardening member, you licked your lips as if you were beginning for more. āYou looked so sexy on my cock y/nā¦ā Bachira huskily spoke, once again kissing you, before peeling off your sticky hot clothes, now your burning hot skin touched his.
You groaned against his lips, āI need moreā but in a guttural and incomprehensible sense as if you were already cock drunk. Impatiently, you sit perched on his lap, contorting your hips and easing the tip into you. Bachira grips his hands around your hips, supporting you but at the same time allowing you to set the pace. A second goes by and you slide onto him until your ass claps against his pelvis, the fullness that strikes you almost makes you forget your own existence. In a hurried sloppy manner you bounce on him, wet squelches sounding from each thrust, moans and whines falling from your mouth like a river. Needily you grip his shoulders, stablising yourself, you beg with your eyes pleading for your boyfriend just to fuck you already. But a Bachira just sweetly kisses the tears beading your eyes, his hand fondling your aroused breast.
āMegu can you fuck me harderā¦lā you cry and his tip abuses your cervix, hitting that spongy pleasurable spot, sending shivers down your spine. He pouted you, āwhatās the magic word..ā he cooed teasingly as if you werenāt an omega in heat. āPLEASEā you almost scream, mind purely thinking about your own pleasure. Your back hit the couch, your bodies still connected as Bachira switched you into missionary, before you could form a second thought your breath escaped you. As his cock hammered into your tight wet pussy, his pelvis slapping against your ass, you panted and clawed his back as our spine arched and your toes curled. You incoherently babbled, already and fully cockdrunk, about how good he felt no how complete he made you feel. You knew you were near with how your gummy walls threshed to clenched around his fat dih, heat rippled through your stomach and a moan erupted from you. You orgasm palpable as Bachira steadily thrusted in and out of you, his own thrusts didnāt let up instead became even more fast and hurried. It wasnāt long before your boyfriend cummed deep inside of you. But despite you both orgasming this wasnāt the end for him, and he knew it.
You watched him slide out of you, you hole fluttering emptily as his seed oozed out of you all over the sheets. He stood and his feet softly padded out of the room, promptly returning with your toys. In your dazed stare you could barely feign embarrassment, but only an ache reappearing in your lower regions. You whined as he sat before you, his eyes glossing over your soft body. āFinally I get to use these on you myselfā¦ā he licked your nipple, twirling the tip between his fingers, before taking the mount into his mouth hungrily. Whilst you were distracted, ignorant to a buzzing noise, you felt it before you saw it. Hot vibrations stimulate your clit, threatening you to cum again instantly. Your hips reflexively pull back, back a beefy hand prevents them, you whimper and tremble under the heavy stimulation of your pearl and Bachiraās hot mouth. You look down vulnerability expressed plainly in your eyes, as you notice the clouded look in his eyes, the thirst and enjoyment he takes in ruining you. āThis is what you wanted right y/n?ā He kissed your stomach, increasing the intensity of the vibrator, causing you to mew and cry out. You nod, not trusting your words to come out properly, Bachira, evidently dissatisfied with your response, with one hand on your chin and the other at your clit, speaks, ātell meā¦ā he begs, desperate for your validation for your approval.
āY-yes M-meguā, moans interrupt your otherwise high pitched speech, as your lips twitch as you feel yourself cumming all over again, this time your pussy squirting all over the couch, juices making a mess everywhere. With the vibrator pushed aside, you felt Bachira move downwards, you well beyond the point of comprehension, just watched as he slurped up your delicious juices. Burying his face deeper into your pussy, breathing in you, tonguing your abused hole. This is what you needed.
