"What's Your Fantasy?"

a list of smutty plots that i’m a bad person for wanting

Sutton gave his hair a gentle tug in response, her thighs twitching at the way he kept teasing her. “I do kind of wish…” she murmured, her voice warm and a little breathless, “that you’d just move them aside and tongue my pussy already.” A soft giggle slipped past her lips, light and playful. “But it’s okay…I like seeing you enjoy yourself, too.”

Sam let himself enjoy Ava's little ride, sinking into his chair, sliding his hands over the armrests, leaning his head back... He gripped the armrests and closed his eyes and bit down on his bottom lip and grunted. "Fuck that's good. Ugh." He then released his breath with a huff, opened his eyes, and sat up.

Ava blinked, confusion flashing plainly across her face. “…What?” she breathed, staring at him as if he’d just switched languages mid-sentence. “Wait—that’s it?” Her brows drew together, disappointment hitting her in a sudden wave. “You can’t be serious.”

Brooklyn's fingers tangled in his hair, soft strands slipping through her grasp as she pulled him closer, her eyes drifting shut in a haze of bliss. Will's kisses were stealing the breath from her lungs, each one making her melt into him, her body aching with a need she couldn't ignore. His words of praise ignited something deep inside, coiling heat low in her belly, making her tremble, desperate for more. Every place his hands roamed left her skin tingling, electric jolts racing across her flesh, and she couldn't help but moan into his mouth, the sound raw and unguarded as her hips rocked faster, grinding down onto his thick cock like she was possessed. Brooklyn was riding him harder now, her shy reservations from before completely forgotten, replaced by a deep, addictive hunger.

"No no no no no, not yet..." Isaac's face was a mask of pain, his brow furrowed, his cheeks red, his teeth bared. His hips rocked with Avery, thrusting up as she stroked down. His balls were tight and his cock was throbbing; each suck of Avery's full, ruby lips dragged some pre-cum with her, and the sight was beautifully filthy.

Avery's eyes locked onto his with a wicked gleam. "God, you're so hungry, aren't you, baby? I fucking love it." She purred, her grin widening into something playful.

What could Isaac say? What could he do?

Avery arched a brow, genuine curiosity flickering across her face as a slow, teasing smile curved her lips. “Oh yeah?” she murmured. She caught her lower lip between her teeth, eyes drifting down to where his cock was nestled snugly between her breasts. “I guess I’ll just have to see for myself.” Keeping her gaze locked on his, she wrapped her lips around the head, her tongue swirling slowly over the sensitive tip. She sucked him in just enough to taste him, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she drew him deeper. A soft hum vibrated against him before she pulled back, releasing him with a wet pop.

Will let Brooklyn see every one of his reactions to her mounting him: the hungry look in his eyes as he straddled him; the way his jaw dropped as she first took him; the way his ass pressed into the couch as she sank down; and the sigh of satisfaction as she settled around him. "You sound..." He licked his lips and took a deep breath. "...disappointed." He grinned. He reached up to gently hold her chin and run his thumb over her bottom lip.

Brooklyn’s eyes went soft and unfocused the second he started speaking in that low, coaxing tone. The sound of it wrapped around her like a warm hand, making her stomach flip, and her thighs tighten instinctively. Without even thinking about it, her lips parted, and she drew his thumb into her mouth, sucking gently, her tongue brushing along the pad of it before he guided her face back up to his. She kissed him eagerly, almost desperately, a quiet whimper slipping from her throat at the praise in his voice. She nodded, unable to form words, completely undone by the way he made her feel.

"Hmm... We may have to push that last one back," Sam mused, still looking over Ava's shoulder. "She let me into her pussy, so we can delay her punishment a bit." He chuckled, but given how close their bodies were, it was a sound more felt than heard. "That two thirty... I think you should be there. To, y'know... take notes." He clenched his core so his cock twitched inside her. Ava didn't really need any help pleasing Sam, but was he really going to pass up on an opportunity to have her watch him with Audrey?

“Uh-huh...sure…of course…” Ava’s voice came out soft and unfocused, like she was trying to respond from somewhere far away. She could barely process his words; they floated past her, hazy and distant. All she could really feel was him—how his cock twitched and flexed inside her, how every subtle movement sent warmth spilling through her veins. It was dizzying. Making her feel like she was slowly dissolving in his lap. She couldn’t control the way her body answered him either—her pussy tightening around him instinctively, squeezing in slow, hungry pulses, squeezing as if it didn’t want to let him go.

Isaac moaned against Sutton's panties: her words, her hands, the tone of her voice, all of it making him weak with desire. He then kissed her through the fabric: one, twice, three times--deep, full kisses. His hands slipped to the tops of her thighs and squeezed them as he began making out with her pussy through her underwear.

How was she supposed to argue with that?

Isaac melted to his knees, slipping out of Sutton's grip and kneeling right before her. "If that's how you convince me, then I am never gonna have enough proof...!" He giggled into a kiss, falling with her onto the ground.

Sutton let out the softest little yelp when she suddenly found herself on her bedroom floor. Thank goodness for her thick, fluffy carpet—it cushioned her fall, making it feel more playful than anything else. She giggled breathlessly against his mouth, kissing him back just as eagerly, her fingers sliding into his soft curls and tugging lightly as their tongues met. When his hand grabbed the curve just beneath her ass, she squealed, her hips jumping at the sudden squeeze.

"God fucking damn," Sam exclaimed, releasing all the air in his lungs and resting his forehead on Ava's back. "See?" he asked, squeezing her hips. "That's what you were denying yourself." He kissed her back, then kept kissing until he could rest his chin on her shoulder.

Ava paused to savor the sensation of him buried inside her, appreciating how she could feel every inch of him—each subtle pulse, every faint twitch that rippled through him now and then. It was intimate in a way that felt almost soothing, that steady reminder of his presence filling her completely. Moments like this were exactly why she could never stay away from him for long. Resisting him had always been a battle she was destined to lose.

Brooklyn couldn’t help but giggle, shaking her head at his theatrics. “Are you always this dramatic?” she teased, feeling braver than usual. She was completely at ease with him, comfortable enough not to overthink what she was doing.