#randomsmut

you're perched up on your bed, reading a novel.

but your nerd!boyfriend is getting way too needy. the poor guy.

is it even his fault, though?

your elbows are unintentionally squishing your tits together. and every time you flip a page, your tits bounce ever so slightly, your nipples peeking through the thin tank top you're wearing.

your thighs are folded up towards your chest, and he can swear he sees a bit of your panties through your loose shorts every time you change your reading position.

and gosh. you're reading. that's the hottest thing he's ever seen you do.

the way your eyes scan each page. the subtle shift in your expression every once in a while.

he's leaking. literally. his cock is so hard that it's almost humiliating how horny he's getting just from watching you read. he can feel the pre-cum drenching his underwear.

you're still reading, oblivious to his predicamental situation, when all of a sudden, you hear a whimper.

your eyes shoot to him. and then you see it.

the giant wet spot on the front of his sweatpants. the silhouette of his fat, hard cock glaring at you through the grey fabric.

the tips of his ears turn a bright pink, colour rapidly spreading to the rest of his face.

'"uh- i- i'm just- i didn't mean to-" he stutters in a fit of embarrassment.

"do you enjoy watching me read?" you question him with a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

his eyes frantically search the room for a way out of this direct interrogation.

"i- no, n-no, it's not that, i-"

your book falls onto the bed with a soft thud as you lean forward to grab a hold of his twitching dick.

he whimpers.

you flash him an evil smile as you tighten your grip on his shaft, squeezing it in your palm.

the whole of his body shudders and a needy moan escapes his flushed lips, his eyelids shut tightly against each other. more pre-cum oozes out of his tip, imprinting itself onto the fabric of his pants.

"are you sure about that, baby?"

he gives in to your torture.

"i- y-yes, i'm sorry, y- you-re just so sexy when you read. so smart. i c-can't help it. it makes me so h-horny."

and the way he looks at you with such innocence. such helplessness.

gosh, you were gonna have so much fun with him.

"what else? go on."

you begin stroking his shaft through his sweatpants, squeezing it in your palm tighter by the second.

"ahn! f-fuuuuuck, i- i just couldn't stop thinking about y-you riding my c-cock and letting me cum in your p-pussy-"

your pace grows more rapid, your own wetness becoming evident to you.

"yeah? you wanna cum in mommy's pussy? wanna see my tits bounce while i fuck this beautiful cock?"

"y-yes. very, i-"

clearly, your dirty talking is enough to make him finish. his cum spurts out of his clothed cock, making the whole of his sweatpants milky and wet. his body convulses sporadically as he lets out a series of high-pitched moans.

you tut dramatically.

"tsk, tsk, tsk... look how much you came. is that how badly you wanna be inside me?"

he nods rapidly, his chest heaving and his heart pounding relentlessly.

"aww... well, here's the issue. you interrupted me right when things were getting interesting in my book." you do a fake pout. "and, well, i need to know what happens next." you whisper hotly into his ear.

"but i don't want to leave you like this. you're just so cute."

you pin your index finger into his still heaving chest, using the minimum force to push him flat onto the bed. and then you slide his pants down just enough for the whole of his lengthy cock to spring free. some of the dripping cum splashes onto your fingers.

"so, here's what's gonna happen." you say as you slip off your own shorts and situate yourself on top of his waist, hovering barely a few centimetres away from his erect dick.

he trembles beneath you, the closeness of literal paradise - your pussy - sending him off the edge.

"you're gonna read to me. loud and clear."

you hand him the book.

"meanwhile, i'll ride your cock. have i made myself clear?"

his timid hand grabs a hold of the novel while he lies there dazed, completely drunk in anticipation.

"page 269." you enunciate slowly.

and then you slide down onto his quivering dick.

a loud gasp escapes his lips. his breathing quickens and he shuts his eyes, desperately trying to stop himself from cumming so soon.

you're sitting smack on his fat cock now, your hands resting on his abs. your pussy juices slowly dribble down his thighs and you roll your head back at the full feeling.

"page 269. read. or i'm not fucking you."

"y-yes mommy, i- i will read."

he shuffles - more like struggles - to find the right page.

he begins reading. slowly.

and just as slowly, you raise yourself on his cock, until just the tip is teasing your clit. then you sit back down on him with a gentle 'smack'.

his eyes shut tight and his words become frenzied until they sound like mere gibberish to you.

you force him out of his breathy stupor by roughly grabbing his balls. you give them a squeeze.

"read. properly. i need to be able to understand it. read loud and clear for me."

he nods in submission and resumes.

he's still having a hard time but at least he's trying. and are you actually paying attention to what he's reading? maybe. maybe not.

you're just getting off on the way his voice keeps shuddering and trembling. his sudden gasps. his incoherent bumbles. his soft moans. the high-pitched noises.

and his cock. his perfect cock that stretched you out oh so well. his tip kisses your cervix, turning your stomach into a knot.

as you grind on him, you lift your thin tank top to reveal your plump breasts bouncing in tandem with your hips. you scrunch up the top there, leaving your tits on full display for him.

his eyes look away from the book - that he was trying to mumble as a prayer - and his whole body tremors. his words turn into voiceless gasps.

you smirk and play with your breasts, squishing them and pressing them together. and then you have the audacity to increase your pace on his cock.

you're now full-on bouncing on him, your tits jumping in the air vigorously before him.

'i am not letting you cum if you don't read for me."

"y-yes! i'm sorry- i- i'm reading, i'm reading. just p-please let me cum. please-"

"good boy. you like what you see? you like it when i squish my boobs like this?"

he nods vigorously, trying to focus on the stupid words of the book at the same time. but lord oh lord, he is miserably failing.

you can feel his cock twitching inside you. he's close. and so are you.

"and you like it when mommy bounces on your cock like this?" you go even faster now. the sounds of skin slapping skin - a rhythmic 'smack, smack, smack' - reverberating through the room along with your boyfriend's incoherent, strangled words.

"y-yes, i love it. i love it when you ride me- ohh fuuuuccckk, please let me cum!"

"not if you stop reading." you gasp frantically.

he's gonna cry. and he almost does. tears prick at the corners of his eyes because you're being so mean to him. making him read that stupid book when you're bouncing on his dick like the goddess that you are.

but he wants to cum so bad. and so he somehow finds it in himself to keep uttering the words he's barely able to comprehend anymore.

you ride him even faster now. your eyes are rolling back into your sockets, your grip on his chest harsher. the bed creaks below the weight of your combined bodies, and you come.

you moan loud and deep. "fuck! cum in me right now. cum in my pussy! oh, fuck!"

and oh he does. thick ropes of cum shoot into your warm cunt, kissing your clenched walls. his whole body quakes and he lets out a series of anguished moans, his fingers digging into your thighs.

some of the white goo oozes out of your hole, onto the base of his cock. and he lies there, spent and grateful.

you raise yourself off of him ever so slightly.

and when you bend forward, pressing your tits into his face, blood rushes to his crotch. again.

you smirk at him devilishly.

"oh, we're not done yet. want you to fill me up even more."

this time, you sit on him reverse cowgirl style so that he can see exactly what's happening. the way your bodies connect. how your hungry pussy engulfs the whole of his length.

before beginning your sweet torture, you look back at him, smilingly.

"oh, and- continue reading where you left off, yeah?"

he is a dead man.

tw: 18+ mdni, oral (f!receiving), fingering, mentions of squirting, semi-public sex (?), dirty talking, reader is kinda submissive, smut w little plot

author's note: i have no idea what this is but pls enjoy <3 also, i'm very new to posting on tumblr and i would love to meet new people. so just send me a message, lol.

all the formal chatter and sophisticated party music subsides into the background. 

all you can see is him. his eyes. the way they bore into you from all the way across the crowded room. 

all you can hear is the pounding of your pulsating pussy. 

you feel yourself writhing under his sharp gaze as his eyes traverse over each and every curve of your body. his eyes stop to linger on your tits - hardened nipples threatening to tear through the sheer, flimsy material of your dress you obliviously wore to your office party. 

but if you were being honest, you put that dress on specifically for him. because you knew how he would react. 

so when you saw yourself in the mirror that evening, contemplating whether to wear the dress or not, his hungry face plastered itself onto your mind, sealing your rather inappropriate decision. you were quite sure the head of HR was occasionally glancing over to you, a look of admonishment and contempt reflected in her expression. 

you couldn’t care less about what she thought. 

right now, all that mattered was the way heat coursed through every single vein of your body. until your face was flushed, your mouth was instinctively parted, and your fingers were digging into the edges of the bar table, trying to stop you from cumming from his gaze alone. 

despite the distance, you were sure he just mumbled some curses under his breath as he devoured you with his stare. he was clearly having a hard time controlling himself.

the way your ass deliciously pressed up against the bar stool, aching to be fondled by him, was making him utterly miserable. your cleavage made itself more prominent with every breath you took. and when your hand brushed against your chest as you brought your glass of wine towards your wet mouth, your tits bounced. 

and oh. he had enough. 

he walks over to you. with purpose. with danger looming in the space that kept decreasing between your bodies.

he grabs onto your wrist and you set the wine glass back onto the bar table with a sudden ‘clank!’

his breath is hot in your ear. 

‘come with me. right fucking now.’

when he looks at you, he flashes you a polite smile, trying to fit into the professional party setting. but his eyes tell a different story. 

you don’t really have an option to decline. and so you let him lead you out of the party hall towards the bathroom. he quickly looks around, making sure there’s nobody in the vicinity. once confirmed, he opens the bathroom door. and he’s onto you. kissing your mouth, grabbing your ass and roughly spreading your cheeks with his palms.

you struggle to lock the door behind you as the iridescent lighting floods your pupils. your knuckles grow white on the door knob as he latches his lips onto your neck, sucking relentlessly, all while kneading your breasts with his palms. 

after what seems like minutes, his fingers find your nipple. he roughly twists the mound with two of his digits, eliciting a sharp moan from you - a strangled cry of pain and pleasure combined. 

in a flash, he places his palm onto your mouth, attempting to hush your tell tale sounds. 

“what were you thinking, eh? wearing this slutty dress out in public?” he questions in a dangerously low tone, his dilated pupils fixated onto yours. 

his fingers slowly travel down the valley of your tits, barely touching your skin. he goes oh so slowly. it’s excruciating. goosebumps come alive on the surface of your skin, the shudders travelling all the way down there. all the way down to your wet, needy pussy. 

“just wanted to tease me. yeah, baby?” he growls into your ear. 

you can feel your pussy juices leaking down towards your ankles. the only sounds you can hear are his heavy breathing, your pounding heart, and your thrumming pussy that’s pulsating even louder than your heart.

“i am so fucking tired of waiting. been watching you tease me with your ass and tits out all evening. and i'm tired. so i’m gonna do something about this naughty little pussy of yours.”

you can’t help but whimper as he digs his fingernails into your ass, threatening to rip through the thin, almost see-through material of your dress. 

and then, he’s onto his knees. 

he lifts the hem of your dress. you aren’t wearing any panties. he literally groans. 

“Fuck, baby… no panties?”

you can swear he almost moaned, too. “you’re killing me, y’know that?”

his breath fans your wet core, hot and inviting. 

and then you feel it, his finger swiping between your folds. 

‘you’re so fucking wet f’me. oh my god, baby.”

you make the mistake of looking down at him, just as he makes a show of staring you dead in the eye and popping his wet digit - the one dripping with your slick - right into his mouth. 

a low chuckle stirs in his throat. 

“oh, i’m gonna… fuck”

and he’s devouring you. 

his flat tongue licks a long stripe between your pussy lips, applying just the right amount of pressure to send you over the edge. he licks your cunt as if he wants to drink the whole of your arousal. and he probably does. he definitely does.

the slurps and squelches overpower the buzz that sounds from outside the room, and for a second, you worry if someone will hear the filthily wet noises resonating from your pussy. but when he circles his lip around your throbbing clit and sucks, all is forgotten. 

he fully makes out with your cunt, french-kissing it, and sucking your clit into his mouth relentlessly. he goes breathless, but he’s unwilling to stop. he keeps sucking your clit into his salivating mouth, all while letting out lewd moans. as if he’s the one getting all the pleasure. 

your fingers find his long curls that so beautifully frame the top of his forehead. you tug onto them with all your might, desperately trying to ground yourself into the moment. he lets out a hiss but it’s muffled by the damp sounds of your pretty cunt. 

“i’ve been wanting to eat this pussy for so long.”

he sticks his tongue into your clenched hole, prodding at your gummy walls mercilessly.

“y-yeah?” you manage to utter between your long string of uninhibited moans. 

“and you taste so fucking good. so delicious.”

he moans and it reverberates through your entire core. the vibrations send new waves of pleasure coursing through your nerve endings. your skin feels like it’s on fire, that familiar knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter by the minute. 

“i- i’m gonna c-cum- ahn! f-fuck!”

his grip on your thighs tightens as he spreads your legs even wider. 

“cum f’me baby. cum all over my tongue. lemme taste your sweet cunt.”

his words are enough to spur you on. 

his tongue begins circling your clit as he uses his fingers to spread your pussy lips. the continuous, cyclical attack on your nub paired with the pressure his tongue is applying makes your legs shudder. 

your orgasm comes over you like a tidal wave. 

your moans and the squelches sounding from your spasming pussy echo in the tiny, dimly lit bathroom. you can barely stand as your release takes over the whole of your body, making your legs and knees dysfunctional. 

he grabs your right leg and puts it over his shoulder, attempting to provide you some sort of balance. 

but oh, he has no intention of stopping. your moans just spur him on even further, endowing him with a crazed hunger to fully devour you. to completely worship you and your cunt.

the overstimulation makes you whimper uncontrollably as he keeps flicking at your bundle of nerves. your hand flies to cover your mouth, as you bite on your own fingers to shut yourself up.

you had no intention of getting so horrifically exposed at your work party. though it was probably too late for that now. 

he chuckles, slowly and softly. 

“you’re so fucking cute, doll. so fucking adorable.”

he slides in two digits into your leaking pussy. tears sting at the corners of your eyes.

you look down at him. and god, he was so pussydrunk.

the way his lips are so pink, so puffy, and so wet. your slick coats the whole of his mouth and jaw, filthily dribbling down his chin. his pupils are blown wide - his eyes dark, dazed, and hungry for more. for more of you.

“this time, i want you to look at me, baby. look into my eyes. you don’t get to close them. understood?”

you nod submissively. 

“good fucking girl.”

his fingers curl inside your wet heat in a ‘come hither’ motion. they prod at your gummy walls, hitting that sacred sweet spot. 

and his mouth is latching back onto your clit, sucking the nub into his mouth, making out with it. the slurps, along with the pace of his fingers creates that knot in your stomach again. your orgasm is close. you can feel it. 

he begins attacking your sweet spot with his fingers now, his pace fast and rhythmic. the lewd squelches that reverberate through the musky air are sinful. you desperately grip onto the door handle for further support, almost unlocking it in the process. 

the way he pumps his fingers into your pussy and licks your clit. plus the way his eyes bore into you, makes the pleasure (the torture) even more unbearable. his pace quickens, and so does the pounding of your heart. you can feel the knot growing tighter than ever. your nerve endings are on fire and your tears threaten to burn through the flushed skin of your cheeks. 

your second release hits you like a fucking truck. your thighs spasm wildly, tightening the death grip around his face. your back arches off the door of the bathroom as you unintentionally begin to ride his tongue. this only increases the intensity of your beautiful torture. 

your squirt gushes out of you like an unabating stream, coating his lips and filling up the whole of his mouth. some of it also drips down his chin but he’s determined to drink the whole of it like he’s a parched man. he laps up every drop of your juices. 

he runs his tongue over your thighs. he cleans you up completely until no drop of your precious arousal goes to waste. 

“fuck… you’re so delicious, baby.”

he stands up, grabs your jaw, and kisses you full on the mouth. you can taste yourself on him. your juices are still coating his lips. 

you whimper into his mouth, dazed in the afterglow.

your head is still pressed up against the bathroom door and you can hear footsteps right outside. 

and shit, it sounds just like Miss HR. 

“well, we certainly can’t leave right now cause they’re outside… wanna go again, baby?”

thud.

he’s back on his knees in front of you, bunching up your dress around your stomach. 

Good god, you were gonna have a looooong session with HR after this.

His hands traced looping patterns lazily over her back, soothing the troubled waters of her mind with gentle strokes. The hands that painted scenes of fancy seemed almost to paint a picture onto her body with their careful, yet languid, strokes. A small ray of morning sunlight landed on his worn face as if to signal that their time and stolen kisses were drawing to a close. His eyes roamed over her body almost reverently and his hands traced patterns following slowly after. She watched him as he seemed to memorize every curve and movement that her body made. The feathered lines around his eyes spoke to the years of concentration that he had spent in front of an easel. His salt and pepper hair stuck up in a haphazard fashion seemed to almost glow where it was struck with sunlight. Her small sigh of contentment drew his eyes quickly from their path tracing down her body to her face. As soon as their eyes met, a warm smile played on his lips while a twinkle lit his eyes almost mischievously. She reached up to place a light peck on his lips. He followed her as she lay her head back on the pillow and let one of his hands trail across her shoulder and down her side to rest lightly on her hips. The other gently cupped and then massaged one of her breasts. She gasped slightly and then threw a leg over his hips to bring him closer to her. His hand slipped farther around her waist and pulled her flush to his body. His hardening member pushed against her thigh. The hand that had rested on her hip slipped between them and found her core, ready for him.  His fingers teased her clit while his other hand pinched and rolled her nipple through his fingers. She moaned into his mouth wantonly and slid one of her hands down his chest to grasp his member firmly. The way that his fingers circled and ran themselves along her folds were reminiscent of the way his hands roamed a clean canvas, checking for any imperfections and then smoothing the base coat into the fabric for a smoother finish. He withdrew his fingers from her dripping folds leaving her a gasping mess, and she could see the mischievous glint still lighting up his eyes in the way that she never seemed to be able to resist. She bit her lip seductively in a come here gesture and rolled onto her back. He followed her body, keeping his own flush against hers and held himself up by one forearm that rested next to her head. The other released her hold on his stiff member and finished rubbing the precum over his length. He then positioned himself over her and gently slid into her, resting for a moment, before rocking out and then back into her as if savoring the moment. His lips eagerly claimed hers again as his pace picked up speed. He legs wrapped tightly around his hips to bring him as close to her as possible. Her hands slid up and down his back and her hips bucked eagerly toward his. His hips rocked into her more and more quickly. She threw her head back in pleasure as his grunts increased in frequency and reverberated throughout the room. Her walls clamped more and more tightly around him as the air in the room sizzled with the electricity that their intertwined bodies created. She could feel him nearing the edge right beside her. She raked her fingers down his back and he arched away from the claw marks that would surely be left on his skin later. The way he arched jostled her and broke the coil that had been building in her belly in the most delicious of ways and she cried out his name. He soon tumbled off the cliff and she felt him spill inside of her and fill her. They stayed intertwined for a little while longer and then he rolled off of her and sat up in the bed. He found his boxers and pants in a pile next to the bed and pulled them on quickly. He found his shirt and pulled it over his head then kissed her on the forehead.

 My back hit the wall as Grant trailed sultry kisses across my jawline and down my neck. His warm hands found the hem of my shirt and tugged at it, popping open the bottom button of it. My hands trailed circles down his chest. They slowly found their way to where he was unbuttoning my shirt. I broke the kiss and undid the rest of the buttons constraining my movements. As I did so, Grant pulled his shirt off in one swift and fluid move. One hand pulled my lips back to his while the other slid my shirt off my shoulders and down my arms. His hands then slid over my bra. His lips grinned against mine slightly in amusement.

“Lacy and soft. I like it… Though I think that I would like it better on your floor.” His husky voice added fuel to the fire that had ignited in my core. Grant unclasped my bra and flung it away with a flick of his wrist. He nuzzled one my boobs while cupping the other one in a hand. My hands played with the waistband of his jeans. I unbuttoned and pulled them open while tugging on Grant’s lip. One hand slid into his boxers and took his member in my hand and stroked up and down its length. I slid my thumb over his slit and smoothed his precum over the member. He moaned slightly and threw his head back in pleasure. I pumped his length with more vigor and elicited more grunts from Grant. The length quickly tightened under my caresses. His moaning increased in frequency and got louder. Before he could cum, I withdrew my hand and licked my lips with a sultry gaze. His answering heated gaze answered my unspoken question.

“Want to move this to a bed and finish taking these pants off?” Grant whispered in my ear.

I nodded and pulled him towards my bed. He kicked his jean off on the way there and made quick work of mine once he was leaning over me. I kicked them the rest of the way off and slid my hands back into his boxers and slid them down his hips. His stiff length readily popped free. Grant’s hands slid down my sides and hooked in the waistband of my lingerie and slid them gently down until they were lying on the floor. He looked at me carefully from a moment.

“You’re beautiful. You know that?”

“I try to be. Are we going to do this or what?” I winked and bit my lip.

Grant leaned down to kiss me and licked my lips that I parted willingly. One arm was propped next to my head while the other took hold of my leg and hooked it around his waist. He then reached around and positioned himself at my entrance. Grant slid a finger along my dripping folds and I smiled slightly in anticipation. He slid his member slowly into my folds, filling me completely. He bottomed out and stayed still for a moment then began moving slowly. His soft grunts intertwined with my moans. His length hit all of the right spots and he moved a hand between us to massage my clit. His pace picked up along with his grunting. His free hand caressed the side of my face. He buried his face in my hair and moved faster bringing me closer to the edge. The fire in my core raged brighter and brighter.