mike

꣖ 𑙕ྀི𓈒ੵ. ݂ .𓈒 ᩙ𑁬 ꣓ 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒔 𝒙 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒋𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒅𝒊. nsfw. ㅤ♡

victoria was inbetween trinity's legs, somewhere she never expected to be. she insisted she was a good kid, she'll never succumb to her thoughts about trinity. but the taste of trinity covered the lingering taste of lies in her mouth, the lies she's been uttering to her mom for the past 15 hours . . she felt guilty for lying to her mom on how she'll celebrate her 21st birthday. but she couldn't think about that right now.

trins legs were shaking, she was never one to receive. wanted to impress everyone. but vic was hungry, & trinity thought she'd be able to make fun of her for being so bad at it. she was wrong. the drool trailed down her chin to her neck, javadi's hand holding hers on her hipbone. it was all too much. never was anything trinity had felt before. santos was blabbering pure nonsense in a language victoria wasn't even sure she, herself, knew. what she did know, however, was that there was a 90% chance trinity was cussing her out in whatever language that was.

“ could be nicer.. " she muttered inbetween licks, & to which trinity shook her head. “ fuck you. ” her hips bucked against victorias nose, budging against her clit. “ pretty sure i beat you. you know; to the whole 'fucking you' part. ” trinity lets out a breathless chuckle, her head falling back with a smirk. “ you're so corny. “

a / n : thank you for this request anon! my user on my editing account is about crashtos so this fits very well hehe. feel free 2 request more love. ㅤ♡

bette talks you through it on a late-night phone call.

cw: dirty talk, praise, pet names, age gap, guided masturbation, mommy kink (bc yes she so would), fem!reader ⋆˚࿔ 0.9k

You admitted it—on nights that Bette was away, you got lonely.

You always assured her you'd be fine, always told her that her work events and networking were worth spending a few days away from home despite her reluctance to leave you. This time she was off in New York, attempting to secure a highly sought-after new collection for the gallery. 

gigi ghorbani who bullies the fuck out of your pussy. she knows how much you can take, knows your weak spots in and out, so she knows how it drives you crazy when she teases you. running the tip of her silicone cock through your wet folds, sticking it in just a bit only to pull out with a soft pop, head tilted as she watches your pathetic reaction from above. she lives for your whines, your begging. there's something about seeing you needing her so desperately that turns her on.

gigi ghorbani who, when she finally fucks you, forces you through six or more orgasms. like i said, she knows your limits. how much you can take, how much you can give her. even when you're a squirming, whimpering mess beneath her, her voice is even and soft in your ear.

"you can do it, princess. c'mon, one more." gigi breathes in your ear, her fingers rubbing firm circles against your clit as the sound of skin slapping fills the room, her strap drilling into weeping hole with no mercy. she'll tsk softly as you sob and push her away after your sixth or so orgasm, every nerve in your body overworked and overstimulated after hours of tortuous pleasure.

gigi ghorbani who’s a messy fucking eater. she turns you on, gets you so fucking wet and she knows it. so she has so much to work with when she finally gets down to your cunt, eyeing your dripping hole like a woman starved before diving in.

she’d be the type to suck on your clit while pumping you full of her fingers and switch occasionally, rubbing your clit with her thumb as her tongue thrusts into you. she’d love that one especially, being able to lap up your juices right on her tongue and drink them down. she’d be down there for hours until you have to pull her away by her curls, thighs trembling around her head. she’d lift her head from your legs, half her face glistening with your slick as she licked at her lips, entirely pleased with herself.

gigi ghorbani who fucking loves hate sex with you. you were her ex, who she’d left to be with nat. the breakup was messy, as expected between two college age lesbians. so imagine your shock and surprise when she reached out to you after her divorce. she wanted to wipe the smug smile off your face as you sipped on your coffee in the café where you reconnected, and it only started there.

“tell me you missed this.” gigi’s voice rang in your ear, her breath hot and huffing as her front pressed against your back. a hand tightened on your hip as the other worked your cunt, arm reached around your waist as she strummed you like a guitar. your fingers curled against the wood of the table she held you against, breath stuttering as the squelching sound of your wetness grew louder by the minute. “c’mon. no one’s fucked you like me. admit it.”

gigi ghorbani who’s a fucking masochist. she loves when you slap her around, bite her fingers, nipples, neck. she especially loves it when you put a hand to her throat.

your palm pressed against her throat as you rode her strap, fingers curling softly around her neck as you bit your lip, the tip of her cock pressing against your cervix just right. “tighter.” gigi grunted softly as her hips bucked into you. your eyes flittered to meet hers, brows furrowing as her free hand came up to squeeze your wrist. “tighter.” “you’re a freak.” you huffed softly as you caved, fingers digging into the sides of her neck and palm pressing firm against her trachea as she let out a choked moan. “yours.”

“cuddling” to sleep with baran . . . nsfw ౨ৎ

baran had such a long day, work felt never-ending, but she willed herself through it only with the thought of having you in her arms soon.

she finally feels at ease once she slips under the covers next to you, pulling you closer by the waist and tucking your head under her chest. she lets out a content sigh. a few moments pass, but she can still feel you squirming and shifting around.

can’t sleep, baby? … ‘s okay. i know what you need. she says, voice low and raspy from being half asleep herself. she slowly pulls up the hem of her tank top till her pretty tits are spilling out. your eyes widen and she can see how eager you are, your mouth slightly parting and your breath coming out in cute little puffs.

her eyes stay fixed on the way your pretty pink tongue comes out to wet your lips. can i, mama? you ask sweetly. her hand comes to the back of your head, gently pushing you closer to her chest as she coos at you softly in response, of course, sweetheart. go ahead. gonna put you right to sleep, and make me feel so so good too. you wanna make me feel good, right?

with a small mmhm.. , your head dips and you latch onto one of her nipples. you feel it harden in your mouth as your tongue traces tight circles around it, flicking up and down. your hand gently squeezes at the soft flesh of her other tit. it sends a dull throb right between her legs, and she already feels her needy pussy soaking through her panties. she lets out low moans and soft pants, murmuring words of praise. juust like that, honey. god, you’re making mama feel so good, sweet girl. . . gonna reward you for this in the morning.

her hand stays in your hair and massages your scalp. this, coupled with the feeling of having her tits in your mouth, is more than enough to have you melting in her arms. your movements slow as you feel sleep approaching. her face relaxes when feels you sucking lazily, close to drowsing off. a fond smile makes its way to her face when she sees the peaceful expression on your face, your movements finally halting as you give into sleep. she uses her thumb to wipe off the drool at the corner of your mouth, popping it into her own mouth to taste you. she pulls her top back down, still keeping you held close to her chest. she presses a gentle kiss on your forehead. goodnight, sweetheart. sweet dreams. ‹𝟹