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Just thinking about how Ghost is just so big.

Big meaty paws. Thick veiny arms. Broad shoulders. Muscles packed densely.

Sometimes he forgets just how big he is, but you never fail to remind him.

He remembers everytime you sit next to him and you take up half of the space he does, smaller thighs pressed to his.

Everytime he tugs on your tactical gear to make sure everything’s in place before a mission and you glance up at him wide eyed, dwarfed in his shadow.

Everytime you chose him as your sparring partner and he pins you under his muscular thighs, pelvis pressed to your ass purposefully.

You like it, he knows you do. It’s apparent from the way heat radiates off you in waves when you’re next to him, from the way your lashes flutter and your lips part when he stares down at you, from the way your legs twitch together for something more anytime his larger hands touch you.

So, when he finally gets you spread around his fat cock after months of you staring at him with hunger in your eyes, it’s amusing the way you protest like you don’t like it, like you haven’t been imaging him stuffing you full, haven’t been imagining how easy it would be for him to pin you down and make you take it.

“Ghost ‘s too much— too big.”

Your words are broken between choked breathes, tears framing your lashes, pawing at his hold on you like he’s suffocating you and he’s barely half way through. His hands engulf your waist, fingers touching at the small of your back as he pushes you to take more.

Your glassy eyes and tinged brows are a sight, but the way your tight cunt stretches thin around his girth is even better.

“Come on, doll, make some room f’me.”

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CWs: Oviposition; aphrodisiacs; inflation; dubcon; instant loss; mild breathing restriction; bondage; mind break; impregnation;

A/N: Did I just get a seasonal fic out on the day it's meant to come out? I think I did, motherfuckers!

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Summary : When you realize that Spencer likes the way you play with his hair more than you initially thought, you decide to experiment a little.

Word count : 4.2k

Notes/CW : Smut, fluff, hair-pulling, sub Spencer Reid, Oral (r!receiving), reader has female anatomy, no further description of reader, no use of Y/N, idiots in love, plot what plot, lots of mentions of Spencer's hair and eyes because of, course have you seen him??

This can be read as part of the Leaving on a jet plane universe, but it's not a series in any way and you don't need to have read it to read this one.

This is my first time writing smut, and I debated posting it, but think I like how it turned out. As usual, let me know what you thought (especially with this one) and I hope you enjoy ! <33

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Leaving on a jetplane

Your attention was torn from the movie playing on the screen by the hushed voice of your boyfriend.

"Can I ?" Spencer asked, gesturing at your lap.

A smile graced your lips as you understood what he was requesting. You'd been together for a few months now, and his displays of affection evolved every day. Recently, he'd discovered the joys of using your lap as a pillow, and the bliss of not having to say anything in order for your hands to explore his soft and messy hair. As soon as you nodded, the young doctor scooted to adjust his position, before pressing his cheek to the top of your thighs. He curled into himself on the couch, a hand resting on your knee, thumb swiping gently across the fabric of your pants.

Content Warning - When you go visit your grandmother in the woods for a small vacation, you encounter a strange man named Bruce.. He’s strangely distant and rude, yet you feel something gravitational that wants you to approach him..

Tags -Fem! Reader x Wolf!Bruce, teratophilia, squirting, p in v, monsters, sex, smut, shameless, there’s a plot if you squint, poor pussy, fingering, stimulation, maaturbating, risk of getting caught, chains, teasing, transformations, Bruce is huge, roughness, creampie.

You heard tales, the woods were full of monsters, specifically one big monster hunting out humans. Grandma always told you to be careful during night time, afraid of you getting snatched up from the ‘Wolf.’

“Grandma! I’m here!” Now, you were out of your childhood years and freshly an adult. Your plan was to spend the time at your grandmothers cabin before heading off into the real world, allowing the short break. 

Your ears perked up, trying to find a trace of your Grandma. Thankfully, she hadn’t been eaten by the big bad wolf like you heard as a child. “Sweetheart! I’m in the backyard.” You sighed, rushing along to the back.

While you had been breaking your ass off, Grandma stayed by herself in the woods, managing to not get into serious danger while everyone was away. “Oh hi granny! You can’t always be outside it’s not good for you.” Your hand swatted the air, wiping away the cobwebs in the air.

“Oh grandchild, you know I have to move in some way. I can’t stay in and be on my butt all day!” She plucked a bunch full of fresh grown fruits, the ripe strawberries in her basket highlighted from the sun. 

You were thankful enough she was still alive, your other family members being a handful. “Grandma is the wolf still here?” Your voice was slightly higher than usual, bending down to pick out some dandelions from the garden. 

There had been visions, or more likely scenarios in your head. You wondered what it was like to fuck a wolf, or just any monster in particular.. Totally not lewd, right?

“Yes, he is still out there. Fortunately, the wolf seems to not bother me here. I’m always left alone.” Granny got up from crouching and wiped away the sweat on her forehead, her long sleeve blocking out the sun. Now that you realize it, Grandma barely reaches out to contact, it’s always someone coming to her.

“Well what have you been doing without me Grandma?” You brushed off the dirt on your pants, a small brown stain left behind. “Oh, just harvesting, cooking, baking. I head down to the local market, about an hour away when winter nears. There’s a sweet man who helped me last time.” She gave you a toothy grin, hand on her hip.

“There’s someone who’s helping you? Who?” You raised an eyebrow, curious about who it’d be. “His name is Bruce, if I remember. I could barely walk in the heavy snow, so he helped me out by shoveling the path. That man is fast, sweetie. I’m sure you two would get along just fine!” 

A blush rose over your features, your hand coming up to slap your cheek. “I’m okay Granny! I don’t know how to feel dating someone in the woods.” She chuckled, brushing your hair down.

“Come in, I’ll bake you fresh pastries.” You trailed along behind her, eyes wandering around the place. It looked the same. 

Picture frames with various family members, old books, a trophy your Grandma won a long time ago. You stuck around the living room, setting down into the comfy recliner when a knock sounded on the wooden door. “Be a dear and get it for me, sweets!” Grandma shouted, clanging coming from the kitchen.

You shuffled up and opened the door, seeing a tall bulky man. “Oh- Can I help you?” He brushed you to the side, ignoring your presence. “Excuse me?!” How rude!

“Who is it darling? Oh~ Brucie! Back to help this old lady again? How mindful of you.” You peeked into the kitchen, closely observing the man. “Who’s this lady, Granny?” He looked at you, then back at her.

“That’s my grand daughter I talked about, sweetheart. She still has that fierceness in her soul!” Grandma laughed, stirring her dough inside of the metal bowl. “Ah, I see. Sorry. I didn’t mean to shove you out of the way.” His look of sincerity was the same of an unpleasant toddler!

“You could’ve said that at the door! Can’t believe this is the guy helping you, Grandma, he’s mean!” She just laughed again, shooing you away. “Both of you out of the kitchen while I cook! Go to the living room and get to know each other!” 

Bruce walked out first, heading to the living room. Your eyes caught on to the tight shirt he wore, a large red flannel that was buttoned to the top, it looked like the fabric was about to pop off! He sat down in the comfy recliner, basically taking your seat.

“Ugh. Took my seat but okay! Anyways why are you even here?” You sat on the opposite end, glaring daggers into his face. He returned the look, eyes slanted.

“I’m helping out your Grandma, sweetheart. No need to look like I’ll kill her.” You scoffed, then looked down at his chest. He had some soft fuzzy chest hair, maybe even bigger boobs than you, and the most soft looking hair ever. 

His physique was immaculate, large arms, a broad chest and thicker thighs than your head?! Woooweeee! 

“Um, where do you live?..” You cleared your throat, acting like you weren’t checking him out. “I live deeper in the woods, near some caves. There’s a river that you can locate which is near my home.” His baritone voice vibrated something inside of your body, heat crawling up your neck.

This was insane, he looked so different compared to the scrawny guys in the city. Most of them were boring, taken, or just not your type. “And you have a job, right?” You eyed him suspiciously, cheek resting on your palm.

“I’m a lumberjack, I quite literally helped your grandmother with this cabin. I also run her errands and help out when she needs it. Besides that, I’m always creating something in the woods.” You shivered, feeling warmth crawl up your spine.

You nodded, distracted from his gaze, the cabin letting in the heat. Your throat constricted as you swallowed, sweat running down your temple. “Dearies! Come eat my pastries!” 

Thankfully in time, your Grandma came to the rescue. Never in your life have you sped up fast enough for some food, feet fumbling over nothing. “Oh my! No need to rush over pastries dear, there’s many to come.” 

Trays of fresh baked cookies and sweets were lined up, while your eyes set on the golden brown bread. Salt milk bread came from Korea, so your Grandma decided to try out the recipe. It came out delicious, as always.

“I haven’t had salt bread in forever! Oh thank you so much Granny!” You stuffed your mouth full with the bread, the sweet and salty flavor washing away bad taste from the past. 

Bruce sat on the stool, his burly body making the poor chair groan. You turned to the side and stuffed the whole bread into your cheeks like a chipmunk, laughter muffled from your closed cheeks. “Now, don’t eat too much okay? You’ll get another stomach ache like last time.” Grandma was right, but could she blame you?! These rolls were so freaking delicious!

He took one in his hand, biting at the soft bread. Bruce thanked your Grandma for the treats, his tastebuds appreciating something else besides meat. Your eyes lingered on his face, specifically his mouth. God, he must be a talented eater, huh.

Bruce looked at you, hand extending outwards. Your body froze in place as he wiped away crumbs on the corner of your mouth, licking away the remains. You turned red like a cherry, backing away from him. “I- Don’t! Do that again..” 

His lips turned into a curve, the small smirk on his face making him more handsome. You just stood and watched, seeing how he was. Bruce sighed. “Enough with the games, pretty girl. Listen, I’ll come back next time, but I better not see you checking me out again, alright?” 

You nervously laughed, watching as he took some of the sweets to go. Bruce gave you one last look and disappeared into the woods, closing the door behind.

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While night time rolled around, Grandma had went to sleep. You laid in the guest room, sitting on the edge of the plush mattress. The window had an amazing view of the sunset and trees, your eyes watching as the sun blended into the moon. 

An inkling had latched on to your brain, the thoughts about Bruce slowly worming into your thought train. He was bulky, not weirdly, but just right. Surprisingly, his hair looked soft and fluffy, something totally unexpected in the woods. His natural scent was soft and comfortable, like the sun basking on your face.

You let out a sigh once again, plopping down back into bed. What would you do here? Really, you came for a break but now that there was Bruce, could this be considered a new potential relationship? Who knew.

So you promised Grandma that you’d stay quiet so she could sleep, but you had an urge to.. masturbate.

Your body was silently screaming from nothing, wanting the relief of pleasure. Maybe it’s because of how backed up you were in the city, too busy with life that there wasn’t a chance to rub the bean.

Well, now you could. The waistband of your shorts slid down mid thigh, hand reaching in between your legs. You felt the cool air on your wet pussy, hissing. 

Your fingers worked a miracle, wetting the two index fingers as you rubbed your clit. A small taste of iron laid on your tongue as you bit down on your lip, silencing your cries. You rubbed your clit while your other hand pinched and flicked your nipple, the double stimulation sending shockwaves through your body.

A wave of euphoria washed over your features as you bucked your hips into the air, slick coating the inner part of your thighs. You cried out silently, clamping your legs shut before melting into a puddle on the bed. You wiped your fingers on the cloth of your clothes before falling asleep, dreaming of a very tall handsome wolf.

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Grandma left a note on the fridge.

‘Hi dearie! I headed into town for supper and so I could stock up on items. If you get lonely, head over to Bruce’s house! He lives near the river. Don’t get lost, please. I can’t risk losing you and explaining that to your parents. Bring over the tray of leftover bread so you can share with him. Okay, love you lots! ^-^ - Gran.’

You stood there shocked, dumbfounded, then let out a breath. Back in your suitcase, you packed a few winter clothes and a pair of boots just in case. Now, you actually had to use the items. 

Your clothes consisted of a warm fuzzy jacket, underneath a sheer long sleeve. Long pants served you better than shorts as a pair of brown boots adored your legs. You tied up your hair and made way out of the cabin.

Walking along the nature wasn’t as bad, it was refreshing. You located the river immediately, crossing over it with a bridge. A dark oak house sat near the trees, the loud thump setting a rhythm. 

“Oh Bruceeey!” You called out, fanning your face. The little strands of hair got stuck on your skin. 

The sudden stop made you halt, your eyes widening. Bruce was in a white tank top, the fabric soaked from his sweat. You could spot the hair on his chest, to the way his biceps flexed with the axe in his hands. He looked at you, eyes drooping. “Hi.” 

You shuddered, walking closer. “Hey. What’re you working on?” You came close near him, an arm reaching out to stop you. “Be careful. Don’t wanna hit you, or your pretty face.” Your hands covered your face.

“I’m working on fuel for my fireplace, gets cold at night. Can’t stand it.” He chopped another stump down with his axe, a sweat drop rolling down his skin. You felt your pussy clench.

“Could I get a house tour.. Not to bother or anything!” His deep chuckle broke the awkward tension, your brain releasing different signals. 

Bruce turned and looked at you, running a hand through his hair. “I suppose.” His axe was stuck into the thick wooden stump on the floor, your body frozen in place as he walked by. This might’ve been gross, but he smelt more manly than anyone else when he sweated…

You slowly walked behind him, trying not to act like a stuttering idiot when he offered water. Your boots were near the door, coat abandoned on the back of a chair. 

Bruce drank his water within a few seconds, the droplets rolling down his chin and soaking his top. Your knees almost buckled.

“Alright. This here is the kitchen, obviously. Over there is living room, warmest place out of all rooms. In the other side, it’s just the entrance. Upstairs is a bathroom and my bedroom, I’m either up there or outside chopping wood. Underneath has a basement, it’s clean, barely use it. That’s it.” His way of a house tour made your head spin, the information spewed out making you question everything. 

“Ohkay?” You nodded, walking from the cold tile onto the wooden floorboards. A gorgeous fireplace sat in the middle, warm lighting hanging from the ceiling. His leather couch blended in with the more neutral toned colors, your brain memorizing each nook and cranny.

Bruce stared as you wandered around, thinking to himself. He took off his tank top, the inside air blessing him. You turned around and were met with him shirtless, quickly turning on your heel. Your palms came up and covered your eyes, embarrassment washing your features.

“I’m going to shower, doll. Don’t get scared of me now. If you need anything, just holler.” His shoulder bumped into yours, the tingling sensation sending goosebumps up your skin. 

While you were downstairs, Bruce fought with his self control upstairs. Maybe he was an animal, because you were just the right fucking prey for him.

He turnt on the hot water, letting the shower steam up as he stripped. His cock was hard, oozing with pre. You turned him on so much, like bunnies getting attracted to their mate. 

Bruce stepped in, the water running over his skin. His fluffy ears hidden away had popped up, twitching each second. A large tail emerged from his back, the fur swishing restlessly.

He fisted his cock, feeling his fingers rub up and down his length. It was bittersweet, knowing he couldn’t just fuck you right there and then. God, you were cute as hell. Bruce gritted his teeth, ramping his pace.

His back was hunched over, one hand laid on the tile to support his body. Bruce grunted loudly before blowing his load on the wall, the thick cum shooting out like spider webs. He breathed erratically before cleaning up the mess.

You were on the couch, peacefully laying down while you contemplated your life decisions. Would he even see you in another light besides this one? Did you even qualify for his type?

The stairs thudded as he walked down, your eyes locked onto his huge silhouette. Bruce was now in a dark compression shirt and sweats, his hair dripping with water. You had to avert your gaze before looking back.

“Listen. You can stay the night since Grandma won’t come home until later. Just don’t, barge into my room tonight. Holler if you need anything.” Bruce said out loud, leaving you with questions.

He left to the small storage area he’d turned into a gym. His workout routine along with being a lumberjack had helped shape his overall psychical health. 

Bruce hit legs for the day, deciding he’d need it for tonight. Unfortunately, being a werewolf meant that you had to embrace it on full moons. He hated those nights, the pain of transforming, dealing with the side effects by himself, even the thought of it made him sick.

He breathed through his last rep, the feeling of adrenaline rushing through his veins.

You, on the other hand, got bored. So, why not try to bake something? Your ingredients (Bruce’s) laid out onto the counter, measurements on the side. Surprisingly, when you were a teenager baking had came to you easily. Thank god your Grandma passed that gene down.

The oven was heating up as your stirred in the dry ingredients, folding it with a spatula. You were making sugar cookies, simple enough for both you and Bruce.

His workout routine was finished, about an hour had passed. He went back into his kitchen when the fresh smell of sweetness hit his nose, ears twitching. Bruce looked at you, back towards him. You were setting up the cookies on a small platter, placing the glass cover on top.

“Trying to replace your gran doll?” Bruce snuck up behind you, caging you in with his beefy arms. You could barely register before he grabbed a cookie, biting it with slow intent. Your hearing was so clear because you could hear how that cookie was to him. He chewed it like a dog would chew on a toy.

“Stop- My ears are sensitive..” You covered your ear with a palm, trying to act like his breathing fanning your earlobe wasn’t turning you on. 

Bruce leaned in and blew on your neck, earning a twitch and a slap to the chest.

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You heard the rattling from inside of his bedroom. First, it was common courtesy to ignore the noise because he was the host. But now, the sounds turned into full on dragging and banging.

Your head was buried into the old pillows of the bedroom, trying to block out the sound. Bruce was one rowdy night person and it disrupted your routine. 

So, fed up. A sudden burst of confidence forced you up off your feet and onto the floor, walking in the hallway towards the stairs. Walking up was one thing, nerves suddenly lit on fire.

It was like time slowed down, seeing the small crack of light flood into the upstairs area. Bruce kept punching something in his room, and he was huffing, no, moaning..? 

Your nosiness had made you look through the crack, met with an unexplainable scene.

He was rutting into his sheets, messed up materials on the floor. Pillows were thrown around, blankets laid in abandoned piles, even his clothes were, ripped off?!

You rushed in, gasping when you saw his features. “I told you not to come in, princess.” Bruce snarled, his fuzzy ears standing out of his hair.

The air was so thick with heat, his musky scent coating your tastebuds. You could barely breathe in here. “I’m sorry- I thought you were hurt and-“ 

He growled and got up in a flash, grabbing you by the torso and forcing you onto the bed. His claws dug into the sheets, making scratch marks in the bed.

Your face was red, and you were trembling. “I specifically told you to not come in, didn’t I? Now you figured out my little secret.” 

Black ears, furry hair on his skin, claws, extended teeth, even his cock was huge. You laid there not knowing what would happen, only looking up in shock.

Bruce leaned down and sniffed into your neck, drinking your scent. He bit down onto the pulse point, a satisfying noise coming from him. You shrieked in pleasure and pain, the mix of the two giving you euphoric relief.

“T-too rough!” His hand dug into your wrist as he ripped off your clothes, throwing the shred of fabric away. Bruce left nothing behind, tongue licking at your skin. His fangs nipped at certain areas, red and purple spots blooming.

“Not enough for me, sweetheart. Can’t believe I found a jewel so beautiful in the woods.” He touched you between your legs, licking at your breasts. It was overwhelming, pleasure burning away at your every nerve.

You came on his thick fingers, feeling the rush of liquid coat your skin. Heavy, uneven breathing came from you. “Stop- I already came..” Bruce laughed in your face, continuing his attack on your poor pussy. 

His thick heavy cock laid on your thigh, cum squirting onto skin. He rumbled, eyes lidded with lust.

“Gonna use this pretty pussy so good, okay? Can you give that to me darling?” Bruce has spread your legs and lined up the tip, his pumped dick pulsing. You gasped when he pushed in, not even halfway. 

“Oh-my god!” Your hands flew to his shoulders as he rocked back and forth into your hole, your walls spreading out on his length. Bruce bit down hard and shoved it all in to the hilt, your throat releasing a piercing scream.

His continuous fucking was insanity, stamina unmatched with yours. You were a pillow princess, the raised position increasing your pleasure. Bruce had pressed onto your stomach, feeling himself in your guts. “Bullseye.” 

Bruce came into your womb, thick spurts of cum filling your stomach up. You could’ve thrown up cum, if it wasn’t for him. He pulled out and watched the mess drip down into a puddle beneath you, fingers swiping it back up and plugging your hole.

“Gonna be the mother of my pups, yeah?” You nodded brainlessly, too fucked out to even hear his words. The night had dragged out into sunset, multiple rounds taken out on you. He finished with his cycle, gently carrying your limp body. Bruce had the most amazing aftercare as you fell asleep in his arms. 

That is the tale of the big bad wolf.

The Cooldown - One shot.

Pairing: Boyfriend! Joel Miller x Mid/Plus size Afab!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend can't resist offering you a little post workout fun. Completely inspired by those pictures of Pedro from yesterday.

This one goes out to all my thigh riding girlie's (gn) <3

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Established relationship, AU no outbreak, Mentions of being body conscious in the past, vague descriptions of being fuller figured nothing specific though, sweaty post gym thigh riding, Praise, dirty talk. Undefined legal age gap. Spanking.

Not beta'd and probably not proofread very well, putting the disorder in adhd, as ever. ✌️

Word Count: 1.1k

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“C’mere baby” Joel’s patting his thick thigh with a lecherous grin on his face as he’s watching you peel off your gym wear, the damp nylon is sticking to every inch of you.

You respond with a soft snort “What do you mean come here? Joel, I feel gross. That work out nearly killed me today.” It had been his idea to start going to the gym together, another ‘couples bonding’ experience he’d said. He was big into that kind of thing, but honestly you were pretty sure it was so he could watch your tits and ass jiggle, he thought he was slick.

“Do I look like I care darlin’? Get that beautiful ass over here and ride my thigh, c’mon...” It’s a command and an invitation all in one, your boyfriend of two years knew what he wanted, he’s never sugar-coated it and that horny, feral part of your brain loved that about him.

So, you shuck off your sports bra over your head, tossing it into the hamper. You can feel the sweat that had collected beneath the material was now running down your sternum, trickling to your belly button. You’d already be in the shower if you were alone, but these days doing anything alone is a huge feat in itself where Joel is concerned. On the days he’s not working, or when Sarah is at school, he’s with you, making the most of your time together. Usually naked.

You watch as his once brown eyes go almost completely black with desire, pupils blown wide, the bulge in his sinfully short shorts is impossible to ignore. You’d tease him a little more if you weren’t so fucking turned on. Maybe a joint session at the gym had been for both his benefit and yours. He’d been eyeing you in your figure hugging leggings and tight little sports bra while you’d been ogling his thighs and ass the whole time.

You should have known that once you made it back to your place, you’d both be spending the rest of the day engaging in a more horizontal form of exercise.

So you tug off your leggings, shimmying out of them as you take your panties off with them, his eyes never leave you for a moment, his gaze is both predatory and appreciative. You’re his. Every day he thanks his lucky stars for that.

You put on a little show for him as you strut towards the bed where he sits, his thighs parted wide, leaning back on his palms. Your hips shake hypnotically with every step. Before Joel, you hadn’t loved your body that much, but now with the way he worships every dip and curve, whether it be with his eyes, lips, tongue or fingers, now you love your fuller frame. Gone are the days where you’d be covering up in t-shirts that swamped you at the gym, you were beautiful and you didn’t feel the need to hide any more.

You lower yourself onto his thick thigh, more defined these days, he’d said a while ago that he wanted to stay in shape now he was getting ‘older’, if not for his sake then for the sake of his babygirl and you were more than happy to support him, they way he supported you in everything you wanted to achieve.

“That’s it” He coos, leaning back just pinning you with a stare that has you melting already “Fuck darlin’ look at you, pretty as a picture. Y’look good just like this...”

You preen under his praise, a little giggle leaving you as you plant your hands on his broad shoulders and start to glide along his thigh, the ridges and hairs tickle your clit just right. “Maybe we just skip the gym next time... Stay home and fuck all day instead?” That earns you a sharp spank, making you gasp, soothed by his thick fingers pawing at the fleshy part of your cheek. It’s a sweet sting that’s left there, one you know has probably left a red mark, one that has your cunt clenching around nothing nonetheless, dribbling onto his naked thigh.

“I could spend all day in this pretty little pussy, y’know that” His hands come up to your hips, kneading the soft flesh under his fingertips “But there’s just something about you... All hot and sweaty out in public that makes my motor run baby... maybe next time y’let me fuck you in the locker room huh? Stay nice an’ quiet for me while I bend you over one of those benches? That sound good sugar?” he’s guiding you now, pressing you down harder against his thigh, urging you to roll those gorgeous hips of yours.

With a breathy moan you nod and he spanks you again, the slap echoing throughout the bedroom.

“Use your words sweetness, need t’hear you say it.”

You feel your release quickly creeping up on you, his thigh is getting slicker by the second. You grind yourself deeper agaisnt his thigh with his guidance giving your swollen little clit all the attention she so desperately needs. “Yes! Fuck baby- P-please next time... N-next time fuck me just like that...”

He can feel you tensing up on top of him, he can hear the little hitches in your breath all the subtle cues that tell him you’re about to make a mess on his thigh.

“That’s it darlin’ just like that, keep goin’.. Fuck... After this we’re gonna go take a shower together and I’m gonna bury my cock so deep inside you, that you won’t know where you end and I begin... Gonna make this tight little pussy sing for me” His jaw is set and tense as he grits his teeth, urging you to move faster, you look between the two of you seeing his cock straining painfully against the stretchy fabric of his shorts, begging to come out and play.

You throw your head back, nails digging into his taut flesh as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave of pleasure. The deep, filthy groan that leaves him as he watches you fall apart is one that will be engrained in your memory for years to come.

His thigh is soaked, he can feel it running down his knee and he fucking loves it. Your cries of ecstasy are just dying down when he releases his grip on your hips and helps you up onto your feet, holding you upright since you’re knees are buckling like a deer taking their first steps.

He’s guiding you towards the ensuite when he ducks his head down to drawl in your ear “C’mon baby, let’s get you all cleaned up so I can make you dirty again”.

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Pinterest credit for the beautiful model in the moodboard.

Aloy decided to paint her body as well. Buuuut I think they got a little distracted and she couldn't finish painting Seyka's body 😏 who could blame her? I think we all know where this led!

Surprise surprise another Lee I love it here

Film: The Magnificent Seven Ride! (1972)