Especially in moments like those, when you got him seated on your lap like some plaything, making out with him. His arms wrapped around your neck as little sobs and whimpers escaped his throat. Your hands wandered all over his body, groping at him however you wanted. The way you held him, touched him, made him let out shameful noises with them… despicable.
It took a while until you broke the kiss, stealing his breath without permission, leaving him a panting mess. Such an addicting and dizzy feeling, he had to close his eyes and take a few deep breaths before opening them again. By that time, your hands were already wrapped loosely around his throat.
When and how did that even happen? And why— why were you slowly digging your thumbs into his trachea?
His eyes searched for yours, filled with tears and shaking. Those hands that were holding onto you moved to claw at your wrist, cheeks flushed like always. “You mentioned you are into choking once.” That was all you said in your defence, and he just felt a shudder run down his spine, straight to the heat in his crotch.
He was shaking with excitement, after all.
This was becoming unbearable, you moved so carefully after all. At first he could still breath, it was just more difficult to do so, but by the time you were truly squeezing, he was gagging and whining as his tongue lolled out. His voice was a meek and needy whisper as he said, “n-no, waaait~!! ♡♥︎ s-stop, hnNghh~ or m’gonna c-cum all over your shirt~!!”
Every instinct of his was screaming to push you away or yank your hands off, yet he refused to put up a resistance. He trusted you, he knew you wouldn’t hurt him. Besides it felt so good, his heart was pumping so fast and his brain was malfunctioning, shutting down on him. The sensation of it all was overwhelming, he couldn’t help it, it was pure ecstasy.
And that’s how he ended up cumming all over your lap in hot, white stripes. Mind and body melting from nothing but kisses and a little choking. When you released your grip, he slumped against you, panting, gasping for air as he twitched all pathetically. “Ah- hmm..! Ha-nghh, I-I told you… I’ll make a mess…♡♥︎♡” That might have been his most intense climax yet, now he’s wondering how good it will feel doing that while making love—?
In the end, you got yourself a trembling ruin who still haven’t recovered from the pure bliss you put him through, and scratch marks on your wrists and palms which he licked at like some cat.
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Sunday boy pussy. Female reader with male anatomy. Sunday pretends he hates lewd stuff while he gets fucked stupid by the reader…
That’s it. That’s my request
" say cheese! " sunday x fem! reader . . . 𝝑𝝔 poised stuck up brat boyfriend sunday says he's totally grossed out by inappropriate, only gets worse when his gf is a genuine freak! — semi-modern au pov but not rly specific!
warnings: nsfw of course, 18+ content ahead, reader's dick can be seen as strap (buuuuut ill still use the term 'dick/cock'), kind if bratty sunday (won't accept being reduced to a subby baby for his gf), kind of mommy kink (sorry i luv this w/ subby sunny), pussy eating, boy pussy sunday, dacryphilia when u squint, photo-taking...
wc: ~1.5k ; ctto @/sviteer on twt!
your boyfriend, sunday, always went out and told everybody who owned who in bed, who was more dominant, who was the one in control; of course he said it was him. and no one would expect less, plus he was clear about his perspective on... sex.
disgusting. gross. and obviously only for family purposes.
why would you want to do that all day? the humid atmosphere would be at an all time high, sweat would sneak through and seep into the air, why do you want to hear skin slapping against each other for hours and hours on end?
weird and loathsome people filled with lust only, obviously.
but you know everyone has secrets. even sunday you may ask? yes even boyfriend sunday who says sexual intercourse is the mere action to reproduce, that's all it will be. maybe.
the door handle rattles as the gray-headed young man heads inside your apartment, clearly mad and jealous about that other man you had to deal with for a group project. was it necessary that he had to be so insanely close to you for it? it's just a science project.
"baby, you know damn well i'd never cheat on you- are you insane?! we've been together since—" you quickly got cut off, sunday rolling his eyes and snapping back "pretty girl it isn't you! i just... he shouldn't be so close to my girl, and it fucking sucks!" slamming his fist against the dining room table.
"you know very well too that only you can touch me like a sinner and love me like a saint, right? no one's taking that right from you, sweetheart." you cooed into the shell of his ear, bringing him a little closer by using your arm, sitting him down into a chair while you went around and took a seat beside him.
"yes, my love, i am aware. but that will not stop me from being jealous." he sighed and leaned his back against the wood, he was still very much so disheartened and frazzled; he wasn't mad at you, god he would never. he was mad at himself from not being able to look after you, he should've been there after seeing each and every red flag raise.
"then what can i do to make you a little less mad, sunny... i don't want you to be like this all night." you wrapped your arm around his, leaning on his shoulder, instinctively his head leans on yours.
well, there was only one way. a guilty pleasure, if you may.
"nnh—ughhhf! t-this is... so i—insanely dis—guusting, mmffuuck-!" your wing-headed boyfriend whimpered in heavy breaths, his tongue lolled out like an adorable little angel begging for more.
your cock hit his pressure points like an archer's arrow on bullseye, he felt himself want to come—although subconsciously he edges humself, thinking how nasty it was that he was... enjoying this! how utterly embarassing.
"sorry hah—prince, you say something? or gonna let t—that pussy speak for itself?" you whispered with ease and lust onto the shell of his ear. god you loved the way he crumbled underneath you so easily.
you had him against the cream silk sheets you bought for the both of you recently, the curtains spread to reveal moonlight shining upon you both, adoring the glistening come that ran down your cock before you slid it back inside him, making him squeal.
"fuuuck! s—so..." his voice was small, sharp, and definitely was about to tell you how good of a job you were doing until- "u—utterly disgusti-ting.. nnh!"
you loved hearing the denial in his voice, i mean, he was the one parading around the whole dominant act when in reality his pussy ached for you. his entrance was just oh-so wet and slippery whilst impatiently waiting for you to finish talking to that stupid groupmate of yours. what the fuck was his problem anyway?
your palms were ateong and firm on his waist, he hated to admit how much he liked when you mandhandled him like a cute little fuckdoll—it turned him on like a light switch.
"ahhn— s-sunny, you know only y—you can handle my cock, y-yeah?" you peppered kisses onto his calf, both legs were upon your shoulders; making it a whole lot easier for your shaft to meet his cunt.
he squeaked at the harsh contact rubbing against his g-spot, face flushed as his wings hid his eyes out of impulse,
"mmmf! hah! sosososo good, m—mommy-" he cried out, feeling your tip grinding softly against his womb, he couldn't help the tears that welled up in his eyes, adorsble yellow orbs glossy with salty water.
"uhuh, you like it when i stuff you f—full, right?" you huff, lifting his legs a little higher onto your shoulders, making it easier for you to thrust all your inches inside him,
his hands gripped harshly onto the so-called clean sheets he had put on the bed that morning, unaware how it'd be ruined by the juices of his pussy later on, gosh he didn't know he could squirt like he did just now ;(
he hated how much he liked when you ate him out by the time you came inside him, just something about tasting the mix of both of you on your tongue made you and him feel things.
this was your way of showing him to keep your seed nice and safe inside.
especially when you had your tongue digging inside him for treasure, the way it reached so deep, so far inside his hole had him aching so bad for more.
he cries with how much ease it roamed over his clitoris like it was nothing—like you've done this a million times before. and he hated how it was as if you memorized all the spots he liked for you to lick.
"awwh- nngh.. n-name—" he whispers in a sultry voice, clearly under the influence of the euphoria you caused, your tongue delving right into him once more; not being able to hold back lewd and dirty moans, trying to bite his hand to stop himself from being so loud. but you didn't have to moan into his pussy like it was a job!
"mmmh? like when i tonguefuck you like this, yeah?" the vibrations from the mocking moans you'd purr into his cunt, the claw marks on his thighs were evidence of how long you had your mouth working on his heat;
breaths became short pants—words become sweaty, short pants that spaced him out, stars circling his head with how dazed he was. this would happen whenever he'd get jealous, and he hates saying how much he likes this! it's still nasty....
nasty whenever he squeaked out of desperation when your cock hit his prostate, he just couldn't help his eyes rolling back into his skull; his mouth tried to project more degrading words to you, only for it to fall agape, only adorable hazy cries of pleasure.
his wings would cover his eyes, while his hands trembled—struggling to hold up his calves, legs hoisted up high for you to penetrate him easier, "f—uuuck me, hah!" sunday's eyes welled up with tears again; if it weren't for your girthy cock filling him all the way up from inside, he would be telling you off.
he struggled to hold back the drool that dripped from his mouth, he couldn't even wipe his eyes from crying so much- your dick turning inside him making him moan like a — "such a fuckin' slut for me, aren't you, sunny?"
you have a special little smile grow on your face, a grin or even a smirk. you reached out for your phone nearby; unlocking it with your passcode, fingers pressing the screen a few times while your boyfriend moaned loud in the background.
"can you smile for me—hah—prince?"
the camera slowly focusing on him through the phone, his mouth promptly closing whilst his wings get in the way of your picture perfect photo for your homescreen! "p—pleasef- jus' fuck m—me!"
as slow, shy thrusts turned to rough harsh ones, his whines of protest slowly faded to small mewls, he laid down in defeat as you lifted the camera to get a good angle of both his face and his pussy. his wings a little hesitant to move, yet they did-
» having a dom partner for the first time, embarrased but horny characters, soft!dom!reader
A/N: This is tranfered from my other blog but has been rewriten to fit better with this blog
જ⁀➴ Dan Heng
Dan Heng is far from being used to let others being in control, for as long as he can remember he has been having to look after himself and he has grown used to simply look after to the people he cares for, that is why he is having a hard time getting used to letting you have all the control. He is completely embarrassed and is always trying to hide his face as much as posible even before you get to do much, but he is not embarrased because you are the one on control, he is completely embarrased because of the way his body is reacting, of how easy is for you make his whole composure crumble, how weak he is for you, how his body squirms and tremble under your touch, how much his hips are clumsily moving and craving for more and even more, Dan Heng is so embarrased that he even has to muffle his moans in his hand, but as embarrased as he is he doesn't want you to stop, he has never have someone to love him the way you do, he has never felt so good, he is reaching his edge so please don't stop making him feel so good
જ⁀➴ Sunday
There is so much he doesn't know about the world and he is now looking forward to learn, after leaving Penacony he had felt lost in some way so being willing to take the leadership and even teach him and guide him throught your relasionship has been a great relief for Sunday, that doesn't meant he didn't felt embarrased and nervous the first times you were together. Ironically enough, since he doesn't know what to do or how to react Sunday is just letting his body react under your touch, wich lead him to whimper and moan embarrassingly while he is moving his hips in a way he barely understand, but in the way you have taught him to do as he desperately search more of your touch like a quiet plead, he is constantly trying to hide his face on his hands because his wings haven't stopped shaking with anticipacion, contracting and stretching slighly everytime you touch him somewhere new, when he can feel you clearly reach deeper with each thrust, but despite feeling so embarrased he can't take his eyes of you, he just loves too much that it is you who's making him feel this way
જ⁀➴ Aventurine
As much as he doesn't mind letting you be in control he is not used in the slighlest to this kind of love, after all he has already go throught a lot and deep down he knows that no matter what happens he will be alright, he will get throught it, it actually takes him a moment to reasure himself that this time he is doing this out of love. That is also the same reason why Aventurine tries to stay calm but the more you touch him the more dificult is for him to even think about anything else that is not the way you are touching him, about the way your hands roam over his body with gentleness and love above anything else, Aventurine slowly feels more greedy and needy of you, leading his body start squirming and moving towards you craving for more of your touch, please forgive him but he can't help almost tearing up when he has never felt so loved in his life, if you really want to heard him then he would stop holding back and let all those beautiful moans run freely from his mouth, all just for you
જ⁀➴ Argenti
Because of his training as knight of beauty and his gentleman personality is a bit unlike him to let you have the control just because it doesn't feel alright since most of the time he is the one doing things for you, but letting himself being touched and loved in this special way by the person he loves is completely beautiful, it is an experience he won't decline and if you insist that you want to do it then Argenti simply won't have the heart to decline you. He is going to be a good boy and follow every order you gave him but even him may struggle a bit when you are making him feel so good, it doesn't take long before his mind is fuzzy and completely full by you and your lovingly adictive touch, do whatever you want to him because Argenti will accept it while repeating over and over again how beautiful you are and how good you make him feel until he can't say anything but tons of i love you's between moans, when his inside is completely filled by you and he can't do nothing but clumsily let his body follow your rythm
Feathered wings behind his ears and a halo behind his head, colored in white and gold, complemented his fair skin. Before you stood a vision of ethereal beauty, radiating tranquility from his serene expression and graceful posture. Yet, despite the divine light that enveloped him, the chains binding him were obvious.
He was a stunning bird with clipped wings, unable to soar through the sky he longed for. Confined in a thorn-adorned golden cage, the delicate bars contrasted with his beauty, trapping him with a distant dream. You yearned to be the one to unlock his cage, helping him experience the true meaning of freedom— paradise.
You had pure intentions— to simply free a bird. With your keen perception and ability to see through the illusions that shroud reality, it was hard to overlook. After all, you were an angel, a high-ranking one at that, destined to protect and nurture these beings. However, shouldn’t a divinity be as pure as the others?
Why do you seek to confine him within the cover of your wings?
…
He was not pure either, so why should it matter if those pure thoughts turned impure the moment he fell from his stage? Why should it matter if he seeks refuge in the confines of the Astral Express or in your room? Why should it matter if he is on your sheets, bent over the bed with your cock slamming in and out of him?
Gray wings were formed from your back, their muted tones contrasting sharply with Sunday’s pristine white ear wings. Perhaps this is your punishment, and you wondered if these striking wings, once symbols of beauty and divinity, would soon succumb to decay, their delicate plumes drifting away like whispers in the wind. You wondered if the act of giving in to pleasure, entwined in the arms of another, would corrupt every inch of your essence to the point of no return. You also wondered what force could have pulled you away from the divine serenity of the heavens, plunging you instead into the murky depths of desire and temptation, as your larger hands tightly held the other man’s wrists behind his back.
His skin was a flawless canvas, fair and smooth. Pink hues highlighted his cheeks, contrasting starkly with the glistening tears that flowed like tiny rivers down his face. His mouth wide open as a series of moans and whimpers escaped his lips like a harmony that stirs your deepest passion, all while you fucked him through submission and corruption. As if you weren’t divine to begin with.
So pretty. You thought. From his silvery soft gray hair and his teary golden irises down to his glistening body, covered in both his and your cum, a warm hue of red across his skin, and the notable bite marks imprinted on his skin. These marks, heavy on their meaning, painted his skin as a symbol of ownership.
He was yours. In and out.
You have finally locked him in your cage.
“Beautiful,” you murmured, your fingers which held his waist tightly moved upward to his chin, and grabbed it firmly. You tilted his face up, forcing his gaze to the mirror that reflected both your images, ensuring he could see how thoroughly ruined, tainted, and fucked up he’s become.
He whimpered in response and your hips brutally snapped once again, causing him to let out a loud moan and orgasm harder than the previous as your cock hit his prostrate one last time before halting, your cock swallowed deep into his once virgin walls. Then, you came hard, spurting your seeds into his hole until it could no longer keep them inside, forming a circle as it spilled with your cock still inside. As soon as you two came down from your high, you shoved your fingers into Sunday’s mouth, forcing him to choke on it while your other hand moved down to hold his already hard, leaking cock.
“One more time,” you said, a smile forming your lips as your gaze met his hazy ones in the mirror, face thoroughly fucked out as tears stained his pink cheeks and droll escaped his lips. “Please,” you continued with a whiny tone, and that alone was enough to earn you a nod despite the fingers that choked him, even though he had been overstimulated for quite a while now.
“Thank you,” you said before pulling your fingers out and grabbing his hips with both hands, once again fucking him into a pit of lust, with no regard for your divine identity nor punishment.
It’s fine. You thought.
Heaven is with me. You thought.
“Heaven is under me,” and you whispered. Now you wonder— can the saint save the tainted?
Characters: Aventurine; Veritas Ratio; Sunday x Dom!Reader
Word Count: 595
Warnings: Smut? It talks about intercourse, but it doesn’t go into detail, just how they feel about it and stuff. But just to be sure: MDNI.
A/N: Is it obvious that I ran out of what to write? Maybe. And btw, this is the first time I’ve ever written NSFW (or in this case, something close to NSFW). So… hope you like this piece?
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❧ It took some time (more like a long time) for him to let himself just… be vulnerable in that regard, but he eventually got comfortable enough to give himself to you.
❧ He expected rough treatment, he expected degrading behavior, but that’s not what he got.
➥ Hand holding, soft praises, gentle movements; all of it was gentle, never too much. You were so painfully aware of his comfort zone that it made him cry.
➥ Even his crying didn’t change anything. Instead, you were even more gentle with him because of that. His pleas to either stop or to slow down were taken to heart. You didn’t tease him, you listened and made sure to adjust.
➥ This just proves to him how much he means to you, how much you love him; why wouldn’t he fall more in love with you after this?
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❧ Just like Aventurine, it also took time for him to be vulnerable. Partly because he doesn’t want to show vulnerability, but also because he just… doesn’t want to engage in such acts. He finds it unnecessary due to his busy life. You have to be the one to bring up the idea and wait for him to accept.
❧ Intercourse with him is… how should I put this? Quiet? There’s a lack of noise… at first. Of course, he’ll still tell you what he feels, and if you need to change something. But other than that, it’s kinda quiet since he’s not really used to being in this position.
❧ Only after you two have done it a few times does he let himself be vulnerable. During the first few minutes, he won’t be particularly loud, but he’ll let all those houses out freely after you get him to feel comfortable.
➥ You’re not gonna judge, right? So what use will it be if he doesn’t let you know how good you make him feel?
➥ He’ll cry most definitely, I think. Sure, he’s a stern man, but he’s still a man, he’s not immune to feeling emotional when the love of his life, his heart, shows him care and gentle treatment. But he’ll be very shy and embarrassed about it, so it’s up to you to tell him that it’s okay for him to cry. After all, this is a moment meant only for you and him; being emotional is alright.
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❧ Dang man, what’s up with the men and their reluctance to show vulnerability in Hoyo?
❧ Anyway, he’s gonna need some time to let himself let go of control as well. He wants to stay composed, he wants to stay in control (even after temporarily joining the Astral Express, it’s not easy to let go of his past habits and beliefs), but he’s willing to try for you.
❧ At first, it’s also gonna be quiet. Maybe cause of shame, maybe because he’s on guard, I don’t really know if it’s one or the other (or a mix of the two). He just feels so humiliated and so human.
❧ It’s gonna take a lot of time to let him give up control (control here, control there, everyone wants control), but it’s still possible for him. All you need to do is give him the time and patience to let him get used to this.
➥ He’s obviously a crier (cause I said so). But even with him letting you take control, he’s still gonna be hesitant. You will very likely be told to give him time, slow down, or just stop altogether. Thankfully, you’re an amazing, splendid, kind, respectful, beautiful person (love you pookies), so you respect his wishes.
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obligatory sunday headcanons because he'll be playable soon yerr
cw. sub!sunday, implied amab!reader
· sunday has a small pair of wings in the center of his lower back. they're less sensitive than the ones on his head, but he can still feel them being touched. since sunday keeps himself completely covered, these wings are not visible unless he strips everything above the waist.
as much as he says he hates when you tease his wings, sunday can't help feeling loved and oddly worshipped whenever you press a kiss to his ruffled feathers. sunday actually enjoys the attention more than he lets on. you can actually see the disappointment in his eyes if you don't go after his wings.
· his wings weren't always sensitive. he didn't mind you occasionally kneading the feathers, but the more you touched them, they became more receptive over time. basically, it's your fault his wings are sensitive.
he still hasn't gotten used to the change, but he doesn't hate it. he just hates how you take every chance to tease him.
· sunday is a pillow princess for the most part, but sometimes he wants to be in control. he'll urge you to the bed, tell you to lie still—and try his absolute best to be a powerbottom, but inevitably fails because he's too embarrassed to follow through.
at least he tried. praise him for it.
· he sometimes hides his face with his wings. it's a reflex that he's honestly trying to break out of, but he'd die of embarrassment if you saw the face he was making.
sunday will uncover his face if he wants a kiss/is asked for a kiss, but will immediately clam up again. to keep his wings off his face, gently hold them down (assuming he's lying on his back), or just play with them like usual.
· sunday cries a bit when he's overstimulated. like if you're playing with his wings, tears will bead at the corners of his eyes after a while. he isn't in pain, but this is a sign to let him rest for a bit.
sunday's so talkative, isn't he? this little brat will talk your ear off for what seems like forever; but not to worry!
stuff a toy in him, that'll shut him up! he'll moan and cry as it stimulates him from inside. poor baby, still so vocal. maybe gag him, press him into a pillow. tie his hands up with his scarf, stuff his panties in his mouth, occupy him for hours until he can't form a thought, and the only sounds you hear are soft buzzing and muffled moans and whimpers.
it's hard to focus with such a pretty sight.. but he's quiet now!
Sunday babbled stupidly as you pulled apart his legs.Spreading them apart with both your knees as he mewled pathetically from the stretch.With both your hands wrapped around his arms and holding down his body the most he could do was squirm and cry in your hold.Lovingly pressing wet kisses across his neck, enjoying his sweet sounds.Despite being almost naked in your hold, a cute part of underwear was all that kept him with some of his dignity intact.
Even if that same underwear was soaking wet from the mere touches of your hands and lips.Teasingly dipping your fingers in the waistband he cried out feeling you snap it back onto him.Pulling at the cloth from his clit and watching as it snapped back onto him..wet.Sucking in a cry he shivered in your hold still trying his best to move away from the power you held over him.He felt how your muscular arms wrapped around his lewd body.Groping and pinching anything that you could.His poor cute nipples being pulled aggressively as you chuckled at the sight of them turning red. “Look at how small they are…I’m afraid there’s not to much to grab onto here.”
You teased. He glared back at you for a moment before whimpering out as you once again tugged on one. “Don’t look so upset baby..I prefer the small ones anyways.” Still with such a mean look. If it weren’t for the flutter of his honest wings you wouldn’t have know he loved what he heard. “Look at how much you’re leaking just wanna snuggle inside your cute little belly now…make sure to make you a mommy.” The dark taunting laughter that came from you causing a loud wail to escape him.
Sunday trembles in your hold as he feels one of your hands head towards his wet cunt.Slowly and sensually rubbing against the soaked underwear.Whispering dirty words into his ear.Your other hand rubbing circles on the outer of his nipple.Feeling how everywhere you touched he throbbed in need. “H-hurts! It hurts!” He whines, head throwing back as he feels you spreading him apart even more.Mouth dropping down with drool he feels his eyes want to start rolling back.The stretch of his poor pussy being too much for him.It didn’t feel right that he was this loose and apart and you weren’t in him.
Cunt throbbing weakly as more slick drops. “Want me inside already? Does it hurt that I’m not in yet? Poor baby..just wants to be stuffed full.” You groan when feeling him arch his back against you.Grinding his wetness on your playful fingers.Sunday cried at the name. No matter how many times you’ve called him that he can’t get used to it. He’s your baby isn’t he? So why are you playing with him like this.As you lick at the back of his neck he stutters his speech a bit, the words he wanted to let out unknown. “Oh cmon..are you really this dumb already? But I haven’t even done anything yet.”
You whine. Fixing his legs on your knees as he’s opened by you.Trying your best to keep in your chuckles, both of your hands pressed against his thighs before you slide inside the drenched underwear of his.His eyes widen in shock as he sees your tip poking where the wet spot was.Thrusting against his cunt and that spot, he can’t help that his eyes immediately gush out.He sobbing heavily, body immediately going limp at how desperate he was starting to it.It didn’t help when he felt your rough thrusts against him and not in him. “N-No!! N-not there! Not there!!!!” You grunted at the sight of his hips squirming and moving against your shaft.
Hiccuping from all the tears that keep on falling from him. It happens in a quick moment, getting distracted with rubbing your cock against his cunt.Sunday just almost closes his legs on you.Almost…trapping you against him.At not being successful in doing so he cries in disappointment.Wet sobs and heavy breathes from when you pulled out of his panties. “You’re so cute..you almost got me.” A heavy giggle leaves you when noticing his disappointed face.
“Let’s get these out of the way yeah?” Pushing the fabric onto the side you see him gush in excitement.Your fingertips soon press against his folds.Slowly but surely you’re pushing your finger into his tight heat.Watching as he shudders against you and tightens his warmth around your hand. “I-it’s big…too b-big!” Kissing his cheek softly you hum in understanding. “It’s about to feel even bigger..” For a moment he’s dazed and confused, not quite sure understanding what you meant.Its not until he feels something even bigger try and enter him that he immediately understands what you meant.
Sunday immediately raises his pitch with a squeal when your fingers push into his pussy, crying at the feeling of having your fingers inside, as well as your length.He feels just how deep your fingers curled inside him, the tip of your cock bullying his poor pussy’s special spot that his wetness soaked you all up.Hand already wet completely. Yet that wasn’t enough to stop the harsh nudging your thumb kept doing to his clit.Sunday yelps cutely as he feels how heavy you are.Inside. Ready to release anywhere you could..your fat cock repeated pounding against his cute pussy.All he can seem to do is lay there with dumb little noises leaving his lips.
Cute yips and yelps, heavy gasps and breaths and whiny squeals and squeaks.If it weren’t for your ravishing mouth he’d probably would’ve already alerted March next door…With each thrust you made sure to fully nuzzle yourself into his womb.Making sure if any precum left your tip his tummy would happily receive it.Suddenly you find it cute how no matter the times he denies he doesn’t want to do such a sinful act, he’s the only who gets so into it by the end.Needy hips moving to bounce around your cock.It only took one night with you for him to completely forget he’s supposed to be a proper, decent man.Now he’s just come cock hungry whore who loves doing it raw so you can come inside of him.
He feels the tingled burn in his cunt and he can’t help but to whimper in relief. “L-love you..so much! N-hggg! Only w-want you! Want your b-babies only! Want your love! Want y-you!!” Sunday cries, like always he’s sobbing his heart out to you.So cute how he only expresses himself completely when he’s stupid from sex.Had he been in his right mind he would’ve probably expressed it differently.His hands cup at your face lovingly as he looks into your eyes dazed.His wings flapping against your face while he licks at your now sticked out tongue.Pressing it harsher into him he whines happily, thin arms wrapping around your shoulders as he closes his eyes to be devoured by you.
Sunday is completely devoted to you.His love, body and soul belong to you completely.Although he’d never let you know that sober.
