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You know Sasha inadvertently spends all day teasing you with ice cream dripping down her fingers and licking it off, or wearing those tight gym shorts that show off her powerful thighs, or idly playing with your tit while you two lounge on the couch after breakfast. And when you finally look at her with a quirked eyebrow and a crooked finger, she’s all over you claiming it was her plan all along to have you creaming your panties and slicking down your leg. But what really gets her, what really stops her in her tracks between your thighs with a cocky grin akin to something a vampire wears upon seeing a meal; is that when she peels your panties over your hips, there is an audible schk from just how wet she’s made you,

“This all fr-from me? For me?” Sasha gets giddy, gets childish, rubbing the gusset of your soiled knickers and marvelling at the marbling of your arousal while you lay before her heated and grumbling in embarrassment, whining for her to do something about it.

But she doesn’t - well, not really, she reclines on her stomach, nose inches from your mounded mons and she breathes in your heady scent, several times, too many times. Then, well first she swallows the drool threatening to fall from her mouth and then she takes two fingers, thin but muscular and long, the middle baring a plain silver band; and she starts at your pubis, the hood of your clit trembling in anticipation. Sasha carefully, slowly, meticulously slides her fingers down over your pussy, hard enough to spread the fat, puffy folds and the noise you make, the sound that squelches from your cunt is scandalous, it’s loud and lewd and crude and it makes Sasha’s eyes roll into the back of her head, moaning when she presses her fingers back up the curve of your cunt.

“S’your mess Sasha,” you’re hiding behind your hands, knees knocking together when she pulls away and taps her fingers together, witnessing the strings of slick and drool clinging, stretching between her digits before breaking oh so dramatically. She does it again, with the same fingers, slowly parting the lips of your cunt and groaning at the slick squelch, eyes following each ribbon of arousal, every pearl of translucent cum calling for her to - to -

“Wait here doll, just wait - I gotta - don’t move,” she disappears from the bed, from you, from your pussy, clattering about the room and you’re too embarrassed to move, to see what she’s doing because even breathing causes little drippy sounds from between your legs. You can feel it, smeared on your thighs, painted on the outer folds of your pussy and even - oh god is it dripping down to your ass?

“I wanna try this,” rough hands spreading over your thighs causes you to squeal in surprise, jumping further into her grip, eyes opening wide with shock at the touch. Something hits you, hard and cold and wet between your legs and your chest deflates with the recognition, ridges sending chills down your spine and -

“Hear that?” Sasha fiddles with the strapping over her hips, untwisting where it got caught in her desperate attempt to put it on in less than thirty seconds. She’s not even got her leg in the proper hole, but you realise that she...doesn’t really care; you can see her eyes zeroing in on the curved silicon laying over your belly and you can hear the gears turn in her head dictating the way her hips pitch just so - in that perfect angle that has the dildo audibly flicking over your clit, “Listen baby, listen to you,”

“I am Sash - it’s -,”

“A smash hit? The next Christmas number one?” she hitches your thigh higher over her hip and grips your soft flesh a little harder than she probably intended, but it causes you to whimper and rut your pelvis into hers. And the sound, the slchk your pussy makes as her cock curves through your puffy folds is enough to send you both down a very dangerous, very messy rabbit hole. You can’t even reprimand her for trying to be funny or witty when she has a dick slicing over your clit and catching on your hole oh so enticingly,

“Fuck - listen t’you, look at ya,” you’ve got your hands over her tits, trying to feel the swell from under her sports bra and she’s still fucking her cock against the length of your sex. Sasha threads her fingers down between the two of you, slipping and sliding through the thatch of curls over your clit and pressing down clumsily so with every pass of her cockhead catching harder and harder. You yelp, neck craning, eyes squeezing closed at the near painful shocks zipping over the swell of your belly, quivering with every measured and surprisingly precise thrusts she delivers against you.

More. Sasha pulls away for a moment and taps the head of her cock against your cunt, strings of slick connecting the two and producing disgusting noises probably loud enough to wake her roommates. More. You’re so close, even without penetration, Sasha knows how to work her hips and it’s a bit of a strange angle, especially with how wet you are but looking up at her, gazing up through your eyelashes at how she’s staring hard and desperately at your pussy licking the underside of her cock - it’s enough to have you toeing the edge. Sasha’s got her hands iron over your hips, fat squeezing through the gaps of her fingers, the thick ring probably leaving an indent in your skin and she’s got you hitched just so, just at the right height so she’s thrusting up, rolling her cock through the puffy, soaked folds of your cunt, hitting your clit every. single. time. Hair sticks to her forehead and the side of her face, sweat shining over her nose and you can trace the red spatter of flush over her collar and chest, disappearing into the strapping of her bra. She’s so -

“Sasha, m’gonna cum, close - I’m close,” you’re whining before you can stop yourself, rolling your hips in tandem with hers, knees caging her waist and you can see her choke on her breath, panting hard and the wet sounds between your legs. It’s coated, you both are; pussy spilling creamy and sticky over her cock and smearing thick down her thighs and belly. Her thumb pulls the hood of your clit back, the soft fat of your mons parting and cushioning the mean, hard digit and it’s enough to send you over, head digging back into the pillows with a howl.

And she doesn’t stop. Sasha keeps going, keeps rutting her cock through the flush of your orgasm, the sounds of it loud and awful, smacking and squelching with a horrible schk schk schk that only grows in crescendo thanks to your partner’s sudden fascination with how fucking loud you are,

“Can’t wait to do this again, can’t wait to make you all needy again - maybe I'll make you wait a whole week! No - wait -  that’s too long,” she’s still fucking up against you, cock so slippery and so thick with translucent cum that it veers under your ass a few too many times, “Can’t believe you didn’t say anything earlier dolly, s’like you maybe liked being all messy and wet all day huh?”

“Shut up,” you’re still coming down, you’re still twitching and sweating, belly quivering and thighs trembling with every sticky pap against your clit, and already - with her continued jerking of her hips - you can feel yourself climbing again. Moaning, you attempt to push Sasha away, hand hard against her firm stomach and she doesn’t seem to want to move, slowing but not stopping, loosening her hold but never letting go,

“Admit it,” Sasha leans over you, knees and thighs hoisting yours up by her arm pits and there's an audible ripple from your cunt, “You loved feeling dirty, being a filthy little thing all cause you wanted me - I wasn’t even doing anything doll, you’re the pervert here,”

In this position, she’s inches away, nose touching yours and lips tracing your own. But it’s the way your pussy curves against the girth of the dildo, hugging the underside and you whimper at the feeling, heavy and ridged against you. Bellies touching, chests pressed together, one hand curled around your head and the other bent at the elbow, propping up her body over yours.

“M’not a pervert, you are,” your pout earns you a harsh, smacking thrust against your sex,

“You wanna say that again pretty baby?” Another thrust, rolling and heavy, thighs bulging against your ass. Sasha huffs into your mouth as if she can feel the way your puffy pussy flutters in acceptance of the dildo, clit kissing the head for a moment before its pulled back, sliding up, up and over before retreating again. And again. And again. You’re shaking in her arms, mewling in time with the pap pap paps of her cock slipping harsh over your cunt.

“Again,” you’re the one speaking this time, begging into her mouth, tongue licking over her lips, “Again Sasha please!”

Her desperation leaks into you, accepting her perversion, ears twitching at the lewd, wet sounds of you - of you. It’s so clear, so sticky, so filthy and yet you want more, god, so much more of it, an addiction you didn’t know you had until Sasha gave it to you. And what? An addiction to yourself? To your own pussy making disgusting slapping sounds every time your partner’s cock sliced through it? Or to Sasha’s shoulders bulging and her jaw ticking, her stomach flexing and her hips rolling so hard, so precise into you? An addiction to the perverse filth of her? Of them?

You’ll just have to find out I suppose.

Miruko would be the one to do everything with toys yknow? I know midnight is like the kinky one but I think that she'd want to leave her public image behind as soon as she steps through the door and between your thighs<33 so while Miruko is fucking around trying to fix on the harness and choosing a big ol' dildo to ruin you with, Nemuri is layin' you down soft and gentle and winding your body up to this tight tight coil with kitten licks and little suckles on your nipples, two fingers dancing through your folds and swirling your clit, teasing you and building you up with "such a good girl for me, look at how wet you are, can you hear yourself? s'perfect baby, so pretty,"

and when you cum the first time, kind of a little one yknow? neither here nor there but it feels good none the less; her teeth start to pull on your swollen buds and she's plunging three fingers into your core. But still, Nemuri is slow and methodical and Miruko is weighing two dicks in her hands like tryna figure out which one will fit better and you just keep cumming, keep squeezing Nemuri's fingers and crying out for her, crying out for mommy nd moaning so so pretty:(( and then, fuck - then a fourth finger slips in and your pussy is so sloppy and wet and so fucking loud that Miruko turns around at the noise and see's Nemuri strumming your clit with her other hand and fucking you hard and fast and so fucking deep that you squeal and apologise and cum so hard you gush all over the bedcovers:(( so wet and messy and your whole body is shaking and Nemuri is "m'so proud of you honey, look what you did! mommy made you squirt so hard - so proud of you for making such a big mess," and she's kissing you, distracting you from how Miruko throws one dick over her shoulder, fixes the slightly curved one that vibrates to the harness and slides in with a moan and a stutter of her hips:((

"Do that again, gonna make you do that again," Mirko is the more - unhinged of the two, folding you into this deep press and humping into you like a feral beast, all while Nemuri gently strokes through her cunt and switches on the dildo, cooing when you throw your head back and cry out at the overstimulation, "nearly there, nearly there honey - go harder Mirko, angle up a bit - that's a good bunny,"

And miruko doesn't know what to fucking do with herself and fucks you harder and harder, the vibrations hitting so deep and you sob and writhe and fuck - "She's doing it! fuck! look - look!"

fluid sprays over her toned pelvis and splashes over her thighs and Nemuri is so fucking quick to get her mouth over your clit and drink it all up, suctioning hard and fast and you're fuckin mindless for several long seconds, seeing stars and feeling your whole body quake through your orgasm. you come to, still jiggling with the forceful thrusts of your girlfriend hammering into you, knees by your ears and her lips swallowing your pitiful cries:(( Nemuri lays to the side, pawing her breast and tipping her head back with the bullet vibe pressing against her clit, eyes on your puffy cunt creaming and gushing harder and harder with every detirmined thrust Miruko gives you:((

꧁✿🌸╭⊱  Sugar mommy!Ymir doesn’t flaunt it, no, not in the ways others may flaunt their money. She’s tactful, tasteful with dark jeans and shiny belts and skin shirts dropped open to show the intricate tattoo lacing down her sternum, framed by silver chains. Rings adorning her fingers, thick and chunky and worth more than the weight of the diamonds fixed to your earlobes, but she’d never tell you how much, or where she got them, only snapping a picture at them pressing against the delicate skin of your throat. She’s niche, addictive, wants you begging for more, more of anything when you’re with her, treating you to an expensive trip to the shops and then slipping her hand under your skirt in the fancy restaurant she’s on the VIP list for. You don’t ask what her job is, how she got all her funds and savings and you definitely don’t ask her why she keeps you around, dumb little you with wide eyes and glossy lips and a tendency to maybe act up just a little bit when she invades the privacy of the dressing room in favour of shoving her fingers down your throat and grinding her thigh against your warm cunt. 

꧁✿🌸╭⊱  She’s never the type to buy you pretty lingerie and then rip it all off you with the intention of getting you naked as quickly as possible - no. She has a myriad of cameras, professional photographer ones and vintage ones that make funny clicking sounds when they produce polaroids of your body stretched out amongst the furs and satins of the bed. Ymir adores going back through the photos, putting them in order and flipping through each garment of your outfit being peeled off, remembering each flex of her fingers against your skin and each pose she put you in. God - the first time she pulled out her favourite camera, you’d hidden behind your hands and bitten your lip in embarrassment because Ymir had forced your legs apart and snapped far too many photos of your cunt fluttering and glistening in the orange light of the dining room. Over time, you got used to her funny requests, growing more and more confident in front of the camera until she didn’t have to ask you to pose any more, you did it of your own accord and often included the pretty black dildo she’d bought for you or the silver nipple clamps that matched the bars through hers. She’s got the photos all hidden in a Louis Vuitton shoe box under her bed and sometimes, when she can’t take you with her on business trips, she’ll select her favourites and stare at them in the emptiness of her hotel room with her hand between her legs and your voice cooing down the phone for her. 

꧁✿🌸╭⊱ Ymir fucks you like she’s afraid you’ll leave her, ditch her for someone who will pay you more to be by their side, someone who will provide more for you, give you more, fuck you more - be more than her. So she stakes her claim on her body with mean fingers but a soft mouth, lips tugging at your nipples and cock slipping through the folds of your cunt, aching with the words she whispers into your skin, “C’mon princess, work it for me, you were so desperate for my cock earlier so why’re you being so shy now hm? Where’d my good girl go? Thought I taught you better than to be all bark but no bite, talkin’ all that shit about being able to take my cock and then being too fuckin shy to ride it like the whore I know you really are,”. And it’s the thick metal band on her thumb and the jutting of her hips that have you creaming over her cock, slick and shiny and the prettiest purple colour at your request. She always makes you ride this one, teases you with the fat head of it before yanking your hips down the ribbed girth of it, the thickest of her collection and the one that makes you cry the hardest. “Awh, is my baby girl crying already? Is my cock too much for you? Can’t take it? Hm? Such a pity, I was gonna give in and fuck you like you wanted, give you a little rest from being such a stupid brat but if you’re just gonna be a little cry baby then you can make it up to me,”. And even though you blubber and bounce and twitch and jerk over her cock, that thumb never leaves your clit and that hand aids in your grinds till you shudder and drench her lap with your spend. 

꧁✿🌸╭⊱ Something Ymir loves especially, is taking you along to her business events, paying you a hefty sum to wear no panties and the prettiest silk dress that sticks to your skin like water, and drapes over your curves and slopes. She loves showing you off, suit jacket discarded over her chair and shirt unbuttoned to show the jewel at her throat matching the ones on your wrists, a sheen of sweat dampening her skin with how utterly delicious you looked. It was merely an opportunity to show her coworkers and friends that she could afford a pretty dumb thing to hang off her arm, and then follow her into the private bathroom when people were slightly too drunk to question the damp spot on the back of your dress as you disappeared into the shadows. There’s just something about attaching her lips to the hard throb of your clit that was addictive to Ymir, propping you up on the marble counter top and hiking your watery dress up over your sinful hips, urging you to mess up her hair and play with your breasts, over the fabric, over the cool satin of your dress so that it wrinkled and folded with the scratch of your nails and the pebbling of your nipples. You always tasted sweeter in public, especially with a few glasses of champagne in you and your glossy lips sticky and bitten from how often you tried to seduce Ymir into a corner to play with you. Please, every event ended like this, every business dinner and gala finished with Ymir’s fingers fucking into your clenching hole and her teeth dragging over your clit till you gushed down her hand and stained her shirt. You were both addicted to each other, money and gifts and favours be damned - and the first time you called her mommy? The first time you begged for mommy’s fingers in your needy little cunt? Fuck - Ymir was sure you blacked out from how hard she’d fucked you.