Simpbear

JUST THINKING ABOUT how Valeriy comes home like a man thawing—shoulders still dusted with frost, the fur of his coat beaded with melted snow, and he doesn't even bother shrugging it off before he's got you in his arms, lifting you clean off your feet like you weigh nothing at all. His face buries into the curve of your neck and he breathes, a sound so deep and ragged it's almost a sob, like he's been holding his breath the entire journey back. You feel the shudder that rolls through him, the way his fingers press into the dip of your waist like he's checking you're real, and when he finally speaks, his voice is gravel—worn raw from the cold, from the silence, from missing you. "You're so warm. Fuck—you're so warm, I forgot what warm felt like."

He carries you to bed, and the weight of him is everything—his chest a solid wall against your back, his thighs bracketing yours, his arm hooked under your ribs and pulling you flush against him until there isn't a sliver of space left between you. He's not gentle about it; he's hungry, pressing you down into the mattress with the full breadth of his body, and you feel every inch of him—the heavy drag of his hips, the thick line of him pressed against the swell of your ass, the way his fingers curl into the sheets beside your head like he's steadying himself. His lips find the shell of your ear, your jaw, the hinge of your throat, and his voice is a drowsy, rumbling murmur against your skin, "I thought about this. Every night. Thought about coming home and just... sinking into you. Staying here. You'd let me keep you here, right, sweet girl?"

And when he finally shifts, when his hand slides down your belly and nudges your thighs apart, he's so careful—reverent, almost—like you're something sacred he's been aching to touch. He sinks into you slow, so slow you feel every inch of him stretching you open, and the sound he makes—low, wrecked, pressed into the curve of your shoulder—is the most honest thing he's ever said. "There you are. There's my girl. Been so long— gonna take care of you, my love. Promise. Let me take care of you." He moves with an aching speed, his weight pinning you to the sheets, his forehead pressed to the space between your shoulder blades, and all you can do is melt into him, feel the rhythm of his hips like a heartbeat, slow and deep and so full of want it makes your chest ache. You let your hands span over the massive expanse of his back, feeling the ripples of muscle beneath your fingertips with every drive of his hips into your sticky cunt. He's throbbing inside you, abs clenching in a feeble effort to not cum too soon. But you're not worried because he's always had so much to give. His thumb finds your clit and he circles it lazily, his voice a broken whisper against your parted spit soaked lips, "I've got you. I've got you. Let go for me, sweetheart—I've got you."

"...."

"my hubby wubby bubby!!"

"...."

"my cuddly teddy cutie!!"

valeriy inhales, arms crossing as he finally turns towards you. there's a certain softness in his eyes despite the scowl he's presenting, and you know your husband long enough to notice the tints of redness hiding behind fur and the dark locks of his hair hiding his sensitive ears.

"please, stop," he says with the strictness of a military commander and the gaze of a doting lover, "what is it?"

"can i have a hug?"

his jaw twitches. his boots thud heavily against the floor as he approaches, his form towering. like a safety blanket ready to wrap around your smaller body. and wrap around you he did, strong arms cradling you gently against his chest, carefully making sure none of his medals and accessories press uncomfortably against your face. the sides of his lips twitch upwards when you hum contentedly onto his embrace, your arms looping around his body in reciprocation, absorbing the furnace-like heat of his body.

"... now, can you please put me in a headlock with your bicepsー"

valeriy's lips speak of your name. chiding and grounding, yet softened with a touch of sweetness you've familiarized yourself with over the years. in knowledge of this, instead of a tactical retreat, you went for a full-on frontal assault.

"pretty pleaseeeeee, vallyyyyy?" ... in the form of a pair of wet puppy eyes, that is.

against you, his defences crumble far too easily. just like the burnt cookies he tried (and unfortunately failed) to bake you that one time in the past.

Duke Wriothesley’s Baby Conundrum

🍓I am still having the worst month of my life, but I’m writing a lot more at least. This isn’t my best, but it was fun to write at least. I hope me and the five remaining Wriothesley fans enjoy <3

TW: Breeding kink (kinda); Discussions of family units; Wriothesley really wants a boy; Wriothesley is also terrified of having a family, but wants one anyway; Pregnancy Kink (a little, if u squint)

-Wriothesley felt as though he’d really settled into this little life he’d built up with you. Sure it was lacking a picket fence, and yeah most of it happened below sea level, but it was pretty nice! All things considered…

-Still there are some things he doesn’t quite account for, even a few years into this smooth sailing relationship.

-See, people — usually just Sigewinne, really — had pointed out that he’s getting up there in age (a little hurtful, he’s only in his thirties… as far as they’re aware), and usually this is the part of life where you settle and raise kids. A comfortable little thought.

-He’d thought about it himself, it’s the goal every man aims for. A family, a home, it’s nice on paper… but it’s not really his style.

-Hell, being in love with you was already out of his field house of expertise, adding kids would be even further out of left field.

-See he’s got more than enough reasons to shut down the whole kid talk:

1) He lives underground, and sure he’s willing to make a life above it with you if you’d really like, but realistically staying in the fortress was the most comfortable option for both of you.

2) Pregnancy terrifies him. He’s had pregnant prisoners, and the things those poor women suffer through is enough to scare him away from it for a long time. (He hates imagining you in that kind of discomfort, big ol’ softie).

3) After the childhood he had? Growing up where he did? Seeing the things Fontaine has to offer? Well, you’d be a little turned off too, wouldn’t you?

-All that said, he doesn’t bring it up to you, and you never ask. Why would you? Life was pretty good, a kid would add stress he didn’t need right now.

-Now, it’s not as though he’s bad with kids. Actually, they tend to like him more than he wants. All the kids that visit the fortress seem taken by him, and even the Melusines adored him. To his own dread and detriment, of course.

-It doesn’t hit him that he’s never seen you interact with them, not until he’s stumbling upon the sight doing regular rounds.

-On your knees, holding a little boy’s hands so gently in your own, and talking low and soft as you soothe him from a fit. It’s tender, and he feels like he’d stumbled upon something he shouldn’t have.

-Then you spot him, and you wave him over, and you tell him the little boy was just terrified of the creaking sounds of machinery that echoed through the fortress. So the two of you spend the rest of your afternoon showing him how little he had to be afraid of.

-It was sweet, like you were a real family up to the point you had to return him to his mother. And even then, the image of you holding that boy in your arms, laughing as you helped him touch the deactivated units freshly manufactured.

-He thinks about it when you go to bed that night, wondering absently what it would be like to have one of your own. Maybe it would have your eyes, his dark hair, your skin tone. A little boy he could raise right, a boy who could have a stable life that he never had. That would be nice.

-Oh. Oh no.

-It takes all of a day before those innocent thoughts turn debauched and desperate. You already talk about how nice it would be for him to fill you up, what if he actually did it? What if it stuck? Wouldn’t that be a dream come true?

-He wonders how many times he’d have to come inside for it to stick. Did it matter? He wasn’t sure, it’s not like he got a proper education on this kinda stuff.

-He just likes the idea of it.

-You with your tummy swollen, teetering around his office and bossing him around. Or maybe with a little babe on your hip, handing him over paperwork so Wriothesley can bounce him on his knee.

-He brings it up immediately, hoping he doesn’t sound desperate or hasty bringing it to you so soon. Luckily, you’re just as excited as he is, ready and willing to step into this next part of your life together.

-And boy, do you step into it.

-As often as you can, whenever you can, wherever you can. You’ve never seen Wriothesley this needy.

-Usually he’s very composed when it comes to your sex life, keep it in his office or your bedroom. Not now, though.

-If he’s got you alone for long enough, you’re more than likely being bent over and stuffed full. (Consensually, ofc, he’s not that big of a dog)

-He also becomes a little obsessed about cumming inside, no matter what. He’ll stop you from sucking him off so he doesn’t “waste” anything. He’ll shove his cum back inside you with his fingers, whatever it takes to get you pregnant.

-He’s not awfully vocal, and that stays consistent, but sometimes you’ll hear him mutter something about being a “good dad” or “treating you to the good life”. Nonsense he doesn’t realize he’s saying.

-On the less fun side of things, Sigewinne is very active in ensuring that you know as quickly as possible when you are pregnant. Frequent check ups, monitoring your condition, and testing each time. It’s the most anxiety inducing thing, but when you finally get that positive test?

-You’re both on cloud nine. All that work, and you’re finally going to have a kid. It’s completely out of the realm that Wriothesley knows, it’s terrifying, but it’s more than he could want now. A happy little life with you and baby on the way.

boyfriend!wriothesley who comes up behind you when you’re doing something and wraps his muscular arms around your waist, his nose already nuzzling against the skin of your neck as his hands run up and down your sides.

boyfriend!wriothesley who likes to keep you perched on his lap while he does paperwork. that way when he needs a break, he gets to lay his forehead against your shoulder and inhale your sweet scent.

boyfriend!wriothesley who always has a hand wrapped around your pretty throat as he’s thrusting into you, doesn’t matter what position. his fingers gently squeeze your neck, making you see stars.

boyfriend!wriothesley who hides his face in your neck as he cums, letting out the sexiest grunts and moans as he empties himself inside you.

he picks up your clothes from the floor, shaking them out like it’s routine.

“i’ll laundry your clothes, give them back next time, yeah?” he says. then, without even looking at you, adds, “underwear i keep as usual.”

you blink, then scoff weakly. it's the same one as last week. “you’re taking my good panties. the expensive ones i buy.” it’s been a routine. you’re convinced he offers to wash your clothes just so he can take your panties. though you hate to admit that the thought of whatever he does with them makes you wetter than anything else. but of course telling him would be the last thing you'd do.

he snorts, finally glancing over. “to be fair i’m taking the ones you wear when you see me. you know what i think you want me to take the good ones, that’s why you wear them.”

definitelynottruenope.

“what? no way, i’m gonna wear my granny panties next time,” you mutter, crossing your arms, smirking despite yourself.

“hey, that could be a thing. fucking you in those granny panties,” he adds casually.

“ew ryo, you’re gross,” you mutter, rolling your eyes, but a small grin tugs at your lips. "those lousy underwear?"

“baby, we’ve done worse,” he says, stepping closer, fingers brushing over your hips, warm and steady. “you think this is anything compared to last week? i barely even left marks today.”

you huff, leaning lightly into him, letting his hands rest on your hips. “look at me, i look a mess." voice soft, chest still rising and sticky from before.

“yes yes im looking,” he mutters, dragging his fingers slowly over your thighs, checking over the faint marks he left. “pretty, no?"

“sweet talking’s over,” you mutter, voice playful but firm, letting your fingers drift lazily over his arms. “don’t try to charm me now.”

he shrugs but his hands don’t stop moving. instead, they slide a little lower, brushing over the faint marks he left. “alright, fair enough,” he murmurs, “these a little tender?”

“a bit,” you lean into him.

“if i pinch?”

“yea. it stings,” you admit softly.

he presses a thumb gently against the spot he just pinched, feeling your reaction, then leans down and kisses it. soft, warm enough to make you shiver. his lips linger there, brushing and teasing, and you can feel every careful movement of his fingers around your hips and thighs.

"ah i guess i did go a little far today. been a bit more stress lately,” he mutters, hands still roaming lightly over your skin.

you don't reply feeling the drowsiness getting to you, he can also tell you're going to be out soon. you still feel sticky and warm as you let him trace over the faint marks he left behind.

he pauses after, hands still resting lightly on your hips, “so are we showering or are you too tired?”

“im lazy baby,” you mutter, glancing down. “just feel sticky and sleepy."

he hums, nodding like he gets it, and disappears for a second. when he comes back, he’s holding a small towel, damp and warm. “alright, this’ll do,” he says, leaning down to help. his fingers guide the cloth over your shoulders, down your arms, careful but deliberate, wiping away the sweat and stickiness.

“better?” he asks, eyes scanning your face.

“much better.” you murmur, letting your body relax fully against him. “you’re sweet tonight.”

he quirks a brow, smirk tugging at his mouth. “sweet? after those skills you showed earlier? fuck… you deserve this. you're a fucking god riding my shit."

you take it back completely. “you ruined it asshole.” you snap, though there’s a small laugh hidden in your voice.

"i'll shut up," he steps back, towel folded neatly in his hand, giving you a small, lazy grin. “i’m gonna roll one up,” he says, reaching for his pack. before he fully turns, he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then trailing to your lips in a quick, warm brush. “leave me sum space, yeah?” he murmurs against your mouth, then pulls back just enough to let you catch your breath.

“also if you change your mind about the shower, i'll be outside the door," he adds, settling into the quiet comfort of the room with you.

Synopsis: You drift off against Varka by the campfire, and he holds you the way he's always wanted to.

A/N: Hi! :) Varka still has me in a chokehold and my drafts are piling up, so here's a little fic for in between while I work on other ones. :) (More soon.)

Tags: Fluff. Reader Falls Asleep On Him. Comfort. Tender Touches. Affection. Romantic Tension.

Word count: 1026

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It's late. The camp is quiet, most of the knights long asleep. Only the crackling bonfire lights the surroundings, painting warm gold across Varka's armor and his face.

The conversation had been good. Easy. The kind where you both just talk about nothing. Stories from the day, observations about the other knights, comfortable silence when words run out.

"You're fading," Varka observes, amusement threading through his voice.

"No, I'm not." But your words slur slightly, and you blink hard to focus.

"Mm-hmm." He shifts, making himself more comfortable against the log. "C'mere. At least make yourself comfortable if you're gonna pass out on me."

kinks. age gap (small, sukuna is yuji's older brother), dom 'kuna, cunnilingus, pussy play, edging, spitting on pussy, overstimulation

synopsis. best friend's older brother! sukuna has his eye on you.

as yuji's best friend, you spend a lot of time together, especially in his apartment to study or hang out. its always a good time for the two of you, aside from the fact that his brother is always present during your visits.

ryomen sukuna is hot, in a mysterious, broody way. you definitely haven’t met a lot of guys like him back where you’re from - he's got messy bright pink hair that's always in his face, he has chipped black nail polish and black eyeliner in his waterline, rings stacked on thick fingers, and a face that looks permanently annoyed at everything.

he doesn't even try to be friendly with you. and that means you're supposed to keep your eyes forward when you walk by his room, nod in agreement when yuji complains about how moody he is, and mind your own fucking business, but you can't stop yourself from noticing everything he does. the veins on his hands when he strums at his guitar, the ink on his biceps, the way his eyes get all dark when he catches you staring...

once, he was lingering in the kitchen when you went to grab some water. he was leaning against the counter, shirtless, hair mussed up as if he hadn't bothered touching it all day. his eyes flicked up to you when you sauntered in, then tracked you as you move past him to get to the sink. "tch. that skirt's short."

your hand freezes on the tap, and you glance down at yourself like you didn't already know what you’re wearing. your mouth opens to defend yourself, but before you can, you feel him move up behind you, looking down to examine the aforementioned skirt. small, yes, but you thought nothing of it. you wore skirts around your best friend all the time, so you thought it wouldn't be a big deal if you put one on to visit him. you seemed to have forgotten about ryomen when you picked it out though.

it takes you a second to realize he just hooked a finger under the band of your panties to pull them up slightly, snapping it lightly against your skin, and letting it go.

you hiss under your breath, jerking away, face heating immediately.

he just tilts his head, a faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "what? 's sticking out. just helping."

you blink at him dumbly.

he grins smugly at you. "white's sexy on you though." he refers to your underwear color carelessly, in the same way one would about the weather. shocked, you nearly drop the glass in your hand. it shouldn't matter since he's the type to throw words out like he doesn’t mean them, but your heart pounds anyway.

...

yuji’s not home. he texted you a while ago saying training was running late, but you figured it wouldn't be a problem if you went to his flat for a few minutes just to grab the books you'd left over during your last study session. when you use the key he'd given you to unlock the door, you head straight to his room, determined not to run into sukuna.

in and out, that was your plan.

entering his room, you drop straight to your knees beside the bed to peer underneath, remembering you'd kicked them under there carelessly to abandon studying and play on yuji's console instead, and the leggings you've got on strain against the fat of your ass as you stretch. your arms reach until your fingers brush the corner of the stack. wiggling, you try to pull them closer, when-

"goddamn."

you jump up at the sudden noise, hitting your head slightly on the underside of the bed in surprise. you scramble backwards to try and get out, but in your haste, you find yourself twisted in an awkward angle where you can't shimmy your top half back out from underneath the bed.

"ah fuck..." you mumble, wiggling your butt a little to try and twist yourself free. no luck.

he snorts. you can tell he's extremely amused at the display in front of him - you sticking your ass out because you're stuck under yuji's bed after sneaking into ryomen's home without permission.

great.

"what're you crawling around like that for?" he says incredulously, “y’look desperate.”

you swallow hard, heat rising to the tips of your ears, and your fingers claw at the rug under you in your desperation to pull yourself free without looking like a complete idiot. “i-i'm just… uh…” your voice cracks, embarrassed, the words tumbling out as you try to think of something plausible. “b-books. i was just... under the bed. for my books.”

despite it being the truth, it sounds ridiculous to both of you.

“books,” he repeats, voice slow, mocking. “you're face down ass up for some books?"

you try to wriggle free again, needing to get out of this humiliating position before he mocks you any more. knowing him, you're glad he hasn't taken a picture of you in this position yet. the floor creaks slightly under his weight as he approaches you, kneeling behind you to get a closer look. his hands trail experimentally up your body to rest at your waist.

“r-ryomen! wait- i-i can get-" your words stumble when his fingers brush across your ass. before you can protest further, his hand slips under the waistband again, the tip of his fingers nudging your skin teasingly. “y'skin's so soft,” he murmurs, pressing his thumb against the outline of your cunt through your tights. you squeal at the unexpected contact, hands fisting inward on themselves when he drags the pad of his thumb up and down your pussy lips.

your hips tilt instinctively, reacting without your permission, and he notices. laughing at your eagerness. "weren't you just saying no, brat? what's this?"

unable to answer because your mind has zeroed in on the pressure his thumb places on your pussy, he takes your silence as a cue to continue, pressing harder over the fabric clinging to your cunt. the wetness seeping through your thin leggings entices him. "mm… can feel it all through this tight little fabric. you’re leaking for me already."

you tilt your hips up desperately, but he presses you down and rolls his thumb over your slick to ease you back into submission. “wait, please...”

he clicks his tongue and ignores your squealing, thumb pressing against the center of your cunt and dragging slow, deliberate circles that make your thighs quiver. he traces over your clit that's began to swell up at his teasing, flicking and rolling the bud before taking his free hand and rubbing three thick fingers up and down your hole. the dual ministration drives you crazy. you're practically melting now. so is your pussy, which is soaking the dark fabric of your pants.

he starts circling his fingers against your slit, watching as you start to actually ooze through the thin fabric. he groans, pressing his face between your thighs to lap at the cloth and taste your essence, earning a rock of your hips backwards to press into his face as shuddering sighs and mewls leave you. “ryomen! i’m g-gonna mnnnnhh- i can’t take it!”

can't take it? maybe this'll suit you better then.

he hooks his thick fingers under the waistband of your leggings, tugging them down in one go with your soaked, mushy panties, dropping them down to your bent knees. your cunt is now bare, flushed and glistening as you present for him, strings of your slick connecting to your panties.

he leans down to inhale the scent of your ripe cunt, face hovering just above your wet core. you can feel his hot breath on his cunt each time he takes an inhale, but you're not aware of the way he keeps inching closer... closer... before his fat tongue licks a broad stripe over your puffy cunt.

you squeal, hips bucking as you remain stuck under the bed, forced to endure his nose brushing your clit while his tongue slips inside your pussy, swirling his tongue inside your hole, then popping it back out and slurping along your wet folds. he groans, sending vibrations against your pussy as his tongue works against you.

his fingers hook around the tops of your thighs to keep you spread and open for him all while his tongue continues unpredictable patterns on your sopping cunt. he shoves his tongue back inside to twirl it around inside you, then retreats, spits on your pussy, and goes lower to flick his tongue against your clit.

"filthy little girl." he sneers against you, "bending over and wiggling your ass for me under this bed and acting like i wasn't gonna do anything about it. tch." he plunges his tongue back inside, his whole face pressed fully into your hole.

muffled moans leave you as you press your cheek to the floor to catch your breath, eyes rolling back. “mm..! 'm sorry, fuck, i didn't mean to- oh, yes please, right there!"

he flicks and curls his tongue around you, idly rocking his hips against the floor since his cocks have started to bulge in his thin pants. "this pussy tastes so fuckin' good." he mumbles, swatting your ass when you try to wiggle against him for more, leaning back to shake his tongue on your pussy lips again, then sucking your pussy lips into his mouth with a lewd slurp.

you’re trapped, shaking, leaking, your whole body betraying you, and he’s just… playing with you, taking all your reactions and going harder to see how helpless he can make you feel while keeping you on the edge and overstimulated. you whine loudly as his tongue drags and plunges into your cunt again and again, relentless, hot, and impossibly precise in finding your weak spots.

you convulse, thighs quivering in his hands where he spreads the doughy flesh. “ryomen, please! don’t... don’t stop! 'm gonna...!” the second you warn him that you're going to cum soon, he curves his tongue and somehow extends it further, pressing it down and then flicking it upwards suddenly.

your back arches, chest pressing into the floor, legs trembling uncontrollably as you feel the coil snapping in your belly and your pussy clench down on his long tongue. he sucks on your pussy lips again, determined to swallow anything that comes out of you.

you scream, voice breaking in high, desperate whines as the orgasm rips through you, spilling over his tongue in waves. sukuna moans at the taste, face still buried in your pussy with his tongue plunging inside you to milk every drop from you. he's keeping you on edge and fucking you with his tongue through your orgasm. sukuna lets you ride the waves of your body while you squirm helplessly under him, taking longer to come down from your high when he doesn't stop.

he leans forward, tugging your ass back so more is present for him as he starts to tug off his pants and boxers, his soaked tip having globs of precum stringing from the crotch part of his boxers. you don't realize he's freed his cock until he kneels and rubs himself between your oversensitive pussy lips, grinning down at you with teeth. "ready for more?"

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imagine being held in his arms from the back… 🥺 the way he would grip onto your waist so fast when you turn away, angry at the fact that he put himself in danger. you know it’s his job, his personality, it’s just who he is, but that doesn’t stop you from worrying when he comes back to you bruised and bloody!!!

he’d laugh as he buries his face into your neck, you feel him breathe you in as you huff and wiggle, trying to free yourself from his tight embrace. “let me go!” and he’d only squeeze you harder, his voice rumbling through his chest against your back, “im sorry sweetheart, but you know i won’t.”

the urge to punch and kick him bubbles in your chest, but you melt instantly when you feel hot kisses against your neck, your body reacting instantly, neck tilting to the side without control, a soft sigh leaves you. he hums in amusement at your body’s reaction, “a few weeks without me and you’re this sensitive? guess i need to get you reacquainted with my touch, hmm?”

you muster all the strength you have to wiggle out of his arms and stare at him angrily, annoyed at how weak you are against his “schemes”, annoyed at how he’s so good at reading you, and mostly annoyed that he doesn’t seem to take his injuries seriously.

“you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

it was adorable safe to say, you gasped at how large his cock was, heavy in his hand, it was insane how it took him more than five seconds to stroke himself once. even with the drenched mess your folds would be considered; his fat mushroom tip still struggled to enter inside the tight, warm walls—god, your poor cervix had to stretch around every vein, and inch in order for him to even just enter inside.

your legs fell weak, still spread wide open for him with your poor cunt really trying its best to adapt to varka's size. it was monstrous really, i mean, six flat, eight hard? not to mention the girth?? you could only let out adorable, lewd moans when he already started to push past 'jus' the tip'.

"shh, shhh... baby," it was hard to keep it down, even when he was whispering with that deep voice of his into your ear, "relax, kay? i can't move... fuck, s'tight."

a smirk had idled on his face for a long while, he held your waist tightly with security, you were pushed into a harsh, and mean mating press, your knees touch your shoulders; you could feel him inside your stomach, his resistance to rut into your sweet, spongy little g-spot was too much, even for him. only worsening when he was literally halfway through you, his cock touching all your gummy walls,

his shaft so fucking fat inside you, it hurt with a burning, snug, slippery passion. you already lost feeling in the whole of both your legs, panting heavily into your neck as his eyes sharply observed the way your eyes rolled back, nails scratching against skin that was made to resist fifty blades.

your obscene little noises were breathy, and accurately pitched when your back lifted off the mattress briefly, his mean tip grinding against that sweet, spongy g-spot of yours.

your favorite blonde on the other hand? desperate, low grunts and warm breaths fell onto your skin. "oh—fuck, y're s'cute... so filled with jus' me, you can't even comprehend it." he didn't even have to move his shaft inside you, his voice barely considered a murmur when he continues to dirty talk into your ear.

"oh- ah, uh huh? squeezing me s'tight right now..." his voice cracked briefly, groaning as he continues, "y'wanna come, don't ya, sweetheart?"

a deepening smirk makes your face heat up immediately, you struggled to even hold your legs up. so when he held your waist with the appropriate strength, slowly exiting his shaft as he slams into you. making your voice suddenly hitch, his base meeting your tired cunt; fuck it hit you like a truck when he only continued to drill his inches inside.

he could pick you up effortlessly, your legs shake in accordance with your sweet entrance as your walls clenched around him. "g— god, sweetheart, if ya tighten around me like that i..." moving one of your legs over his shoulder, "not even m'gonna feel bad for how shaky you tremble."

so when he goes to push his cock back into you, it gets your whole body to quiver underneath him.

"such a good fucking puppy for me, aren't ya?"