Oliz

cw: cnc oh do you mean frank langdon???? who already made you cum three times so you're already a little loopy, panting and drooling into the sheets, that you don't notice that on the next thrust his dick pulls fully out and just... slides right into the other hole! even in the haze you tense, squeezing so tight around the head of his cock that frank lets out a loud wanton moan right in your ear. his hands hold you down when you mewl and try to move away, "fuck shh sh, i'm so sorry, honey, you're just so fucking wet," he's grunting with his forehead against your shoulder n his hot breath giving you goosebumps, "jus slid right in there, baby, I'm sorry."

Gabriel lounges back, cigarette dangling from his lips, his gaze burning into yours as you bounce on his thick shaft. His chin rests on his fist as he watches you. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, desperate sounds falling from your lips while chasing that sweet release. Suddenly, his hands clamp onto your hips, yanking you down roughly as he slams home. You cry out as his cockhead batter against that deep, hidden spot, waves of pleasure crashing through you. As you spasm and drench his lap, a wicked grin spreads across Gabriel's face. He starts thrusting upward slowly, his cock dragging against your sensitive walls. This round has barely begun.

The last wave of your climax rolls through you, leaving you limp and shuddering, your forehead pressed into the crook of his neck. You can feel the frantic, rabbit-fast beat of your own heart against his solid chest. But Gabriel is a monument of stillness beneath you, save for the slow, deliberate roll of his hips. His movement isn't rushed; it's possessive, a languid, deep drag of his cock against your oversensitive walls that forces a helpless, broken sound from your lips. He's not letting you come down, not letting you recover. He's holding you right there on the knife's edge.

"Look at me." he commands, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your entire body. It takes a monumental effort to lift your head, to force your heavy eyelids open. His gaze is dark, burning with an intensity that steals the air from your lungs. He takes a final, long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing a fierce red in the dim light. With the smoke still caught in his chest, he leans forward, capturing your lips in a kiss that's all heat and possessive pressure. He doesn't just kiss you; he breathes the smoke into you, a shared, intimate cloud that blurs the edges of the world and leaves you feeling dizzy and utterly owned by him.

The thick heat of his release floods you, so deep it steals your breath and pulls a long, broken whine from your throat. Your body gives out, boneless and trembling, collapsing against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat is a solid, grounding presence beneath your ear as exhaustion and satisfaction wash over you in equal waves.

not in a mean way- he’s the sweetest and most perfect man you could ask for. He gives you “just because” flowers, he insists you never touch a door, and hell would freeze over before he lets you leave home without a kiss.

but he loves to kiss you fat tears away as he bullies his cock inside of you, his chin and lips glistening with your sweet arousal.

“I know, baby, I know, I know. Poor thing must be so sensitive.”

bubbles has post orgasm clarity so bad.. next morning she’s hiding her face from frank, meekly saying thank you as he serves her breakfast. frank is trying to warm her up, “why don’t you come sit with dad, baby?”

buttercup and blossom are lowkey annoyed by it because when bubbles gets shy like this, dad spends forever trying to get her out of her shell.

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pls you're like a chipmunk tryna shove it all into your mouth but there's just so much! they're so full and heavy and his dick is hard and big resting on your forehead while you suck and kiss and lick his balls :(

Dolly sobbing as he pushes his gun in and out. Trying to squirm away from him. “Dada! Dada! I’m sorry! Pls! I’m sorry! I was just looking! Just wanted to see it! I’m sorry dada! Please stop scaring me!” But you’re just dripping so badly even though you’re scared.

langdon undoing the drawstring of his scrubs to pee 😩 allow me to position myself on my knees in front of him

i swear the pitt writers have a piss kink too like JOIN US QUEENS DONT BE SHYYYYYY