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munson-blurbs · 5 months

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Best friend!Eddie x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your best friend gets a lot more than he bargained for when he walks in on you wearing only your Hellfire Club t-shirt.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), dry humping, thigh riding, cumming in pants

WC: 1.2k

A/N: Reader is described as wearing an oversized Hellfire t-shirt. This is her shirt, not Eddie's. There is no indication of her size whatsoever.

Once I had a love and it was a gas

Soon turned out had a heart of glass

Your toothbrush is clenched in your hand, but instead of cleaning your teeth, it serves as a microphone while you dance around your bedroom. The stereo is playing loudly; you can’t even hear the creaking staircase floorboards over the music.

Seemed like the real thing, only to find

Mucho mistrust, love’s gone be—AAAAH!

Your palm flies to your chest when you see Eddie standing in your doorway, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

“And here I thought I was the rockstar in this friendship,” he smirks, arms folded across his chest.

Your heart rate slowly returns back to a pace that won’t send you to an early grave. “Jesus, Eddie! What are you doing here?”

“Figured I’d stop by,” he replies nonchalantly. “Y’know, you probably shouldn’t leave your front door unlocked while your folks aren’t home. Anyone could walk in off the street.” He flops onto your bed with an exaggerated exhale, looking pointedly in your direction. “Nice pants, by the way.”

Nice pants? You’re ready to sleep; an oversized Hellfire tee serving as your pajamas. You’re not even wearing—oh.

You tug at the hem, but even after years of wear, it doesn’t stretch below your thighs. Heat blooms in your face. “Yeah, well,” you sputter, “I wasn’t expecting visitors.”

Eddie pouts. “You mean you didn’t wear that ‘specially for little ol’ me?” He ducks as you hurl your toothbrush at his head. He opens his mouth to say something before quickly clamping it shut, but not before you notice.

“What?”

“N-Nothing.”

You cross your arms, more firm this time. “What?!”

“When you, uh, threw the toothbrush…your shirt…” His face turns bright red as he scrambles to explain. “…it, uh, kinda rode up.” His Adam’s apple bobs nervously.

“It’s just underwear. You’ve seen me in a swimsuit before.” You try to hide your own embarrassment, playing it off coolly, but all you can think about is the fact that Eddie Munson saw your panties.

He nods, wiping his palms on his jeans. “Right, yeah. Totally the same thing.” He clears his throat. “Well, I should get going.” He pushes on his knees, starting to stand up, but abruptly stops. “Actually, um, maybe I’ll hang out here for a bit, if you wanna maybe put…put something else on.” Pink embarrassment blooms in his cheeks, spreading down his neck.

“No, I’m going to bed, and you’re leaving. We can get breakfast tomorrow morning or something.” You sigh when he doesn’t move, making your way to where he’s sitting. “C’mon, time to—”

Eddie attempts to hunch himself over, but there’s no hiding the hardening bulge straining behind his zipper.

It’s only natural, you tell yourself. He’s a twenty-year-old guy; he’ll get a boner if the wind blows the wrong way. It doesn’t mean he’s into you.

“Shit, I’m sorry. This is super weird, and I shouldn’t have come in without knocking.” He buries his head in his hands. “Just…give me a sec, okay?”

“Okay.” Now’s your chance. If there’s any time to find out if he’s into you, it’s when he’s sporting a stiffie in your bedroom. “Or…I could help you with it?”

His head whips around so fast that his curls are a blur of brown. “Wh-What? Like, help me…?” He’s desperate for you to finish his sentence, not wanting to say something that makes the situation even more awkward.

“I can help you get off. If you want. Or you can just use my bathroom and, I dunno, rub one out.” You cringe at the phrasing. “No pressure.”

“Um, yeah. No pressure.” His thumbs circle each other, an anxious habit he’s had for years. “So if you were gonna help me out, what would that look like?”

You shrug, a half-smile gracing your lips. “I guess I’d do this first.” You place one hand on each of his shoulders, straddling his waist with your bare thighs. “And then I’d kiss you?”

“Mhm, please.” Eddie grips your hips as you lean in, mouths finding one another in unhurried splendor. He tastes like stale Camels and spearmint gum, only breaking the connection to trail his lips down your neck.

It’s your favorite spot to be kissed, and the way his teeth nip at your flesh, tongue gliding over the mark as though sealing it in, has you grinding down on him.

“Christ, honey,” he breathes, “you look so goddamn perfect like this.” His fingertips dig into your asscheeks possessively before one hand snakes its way up your shirt. You expect him to lift it above your head to expose your breasts, but he doesn’t.

“Y-You can take it off,” you stammer, feeling silly as you say it aloud.

Eddie shakes his head in refusal. “Next time.” Next time. It’s a promise you hope he’ll keep. “I just love the way you look in this shirt.” And nothing but this shirt, he thinks to himself.

The friction of your cotton panties on his denim pants is delectable, providing just enough pressure to your aching clit. You’re greedy in your movements but make sure to give him what he needs, too. Your pussy rubs against his clothed cock; Eddie uses the hand on your ass to help guide your hips.

“Thassit, oh, fuck,” he grunts, teased with the beginnings of an orgasm. “Right there, baby. Ohmygod, I’m gonna cum in my fuckin’ pants.”

“S’okay,” you murmur into his ear, gently biting the lobe, “‘m close, too. So close, holy shit.”

Sweat beads along his upper lip, his groans more needy and guttural. “‘M coming, ‘m coming, ‘m coming.” He babbles pathetically as sticky, wet warmth floods his boxers. You follow his lead, finishing on his somehow still-hard cock.

The immediate aftermath is filled with panting breaths and sporadic giggles as the pleasure high fades and reality sets in.

“Did we just—” Eddie starts, eyes wide in disbelief.

You laugh, resting your forehead on his shoulder. “Mhm. We sure did.”

He rakes a hand through his curls, frizzy from perspiration and activity. “So, um, what do we do now?” There are many unspoken questions woven into it. What does this mean for our friendship? Do we even have a friendship anymore? Was it as good for you as it was for me?

“Well…” You sit up a bit straighter, toying with the chain of his guitar pick necklace. “We can throw your stuff in the wash, and maybe while we’re waiting, we can get started on that next time you’d mentioned earlier?”

Eddie grins, kissing you with a fervor like you’ve never seen. “What are we waiting for?” He tugs off his pants and boxers, unashamed of the way he’s painted them with cum. When he notices you staring, he winks. “‘S a lot, isn’t it? Imagine how much it’ll be when I’m actually inside you.”

It doesn’t take long for either of you to find out.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #fanfic #smut

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sea-lanterns · 10 months

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LAST FRIDAY NIGHT

synopsis: party hookups with the inazuma girls

featuring: miko, sara, ei, shinobu, ayaka, yoimiya, kokomi

rating: 18+ n.s.f.w (men and minors dni)

warning(s): sub! afab fem reader (miko, sara, ei, shinobu), dom! afab fem reader (ayaka, yoimiya, kokomi), alcohol, slightly drunk s.ex, semi-public s.ex, swearing, vibrators, cunnilingus, fingering, marking, hickies, thigh riding, skinny dipping, may be ooc.

art credits: bai lijin among mortals

MIKO

“They’re drunk, they won’t notice we’re gone…”

Miko’s tongue dragged over your lips as she kept lustfully kissing you in the watery heat of the party’s hot tub, hands gripping at your sides to keep you situated firmly on her lap, almost as if she wanted to keep you from squirming away. Right now, Miko was supposed to be out mingling with guests as she was the host leading this party. However, things have changed, as Miko couldn’t help but let her eyes wander over the sculpture of your figure. Tongue itching for a taste, as she practically dragged you over to the hot tub for what she so desperately desired.

You.

“Miko, they’re looking for you…” you gasped breathlessly, hands roaming down the arch of your back and squeezing your ass when she finally came down to it.

“And…?” Miko purred out lustfully, teeth nipping at your lips to get a better taste of your body. “Why would I pay attention to a bunch of drunkards when I have you right here…”

She was right, you know. A hot girl in your lap in a hot tub, who wouldn’t want to just stay there forever? Miko understood, as her strong grip kept you sitting against her with her tongue diving in to taste yours. The cute whimpers that left your throat enough for the hostess to groan with pleasure, wanting, craving for more more more…

“You’re so sweet…” Miko whispers, fingers trailing down to the strings of your swimsuit. “May I? I’ll be quick…”

You laughed softly at her curious beg for consent, the party girl staring up at you with big, lustful puppy-like eyes. “You’re very cute, for someone so flirty…” you whispered, allowing her to slide a finger up into your bottoms and slot themselves in between your lower lips.

“Likewise, pretty girl…” she murmurs against your upper ones, swallowing up the small moans you let out while she slowly starts to push her fingers in…

SARA

“Don’t worry, Miko won’t know we’re in here…”

Sara pushed you up against the wall and started grunting into your neck the further she pressed into you, teeth grazing your skin as firm arms caged you in with no means of escape. What started off as a few drinks with the jock of your women’s basketball team led to a few slips of a tongue as you found yourself making out with the infamous Kujou Sara at Yae Miko’s annual party. Something neither you or Sara herself would ever imagine doing.

She held you up in her arms and kept your legs wrapped around her waist. Large, calloused hands cupping your ass as she ground your clothed cunt against hers. “Wait…not too loud— mmh…” Sara didn’t listen, sucking dark hickies on your neck as she continued grinding you hard against the wall.

“It’s okay, Miko’s my friend. She wouldn’t mind…” Sara sighs and squeezes your ass, “If anything, she’s probably fucking a girl too…”

You feel her fingers dip into the waistband of your shorts, toying with the upper skin of your folds before slowly trailing down. “Just…don’t tell Miko we’re doing this in her room, okay?”

While you’re sure the party hostess wouldn’t mind given how close she and Sara were, you still held a tinge of worry in your eyes as Sara hoisted you up with your strength until she was eye level with your unzipped shorts. Fabric already darkened from your arousal as she used her teeth to pull the zipper.

“So wet already…” she groans, leaning in to press her tongue against your panties and taste you through the cotton. “So good…”

Sara was strong in every way, but her tongue, oh her tongue. It was brutal as it pushed its way through the cotton layer and managed to make you feel just how thick it was. The warm muscle sliding up to the waistband of your panties as her teeth threatened to pull the fabric down, leaving you bare and naked to the all-seeing eye of the jock of the basketball team…

“I bet you’re just dripping for me under there…” Sara whispers hotly as her teeth latch on and yank your underwear for her to see. Eyes glazing over with lust as your twitching, pretty pussy lay on display for her mouth to devour…

“Hush, I can’t concentrate…”

Hidden away in the basement of Miko’s mansion, Ei was playing on the Switch Miko had, with you seated on her lap and trying not to tremble at the vibrator she taped to your clit. It was fortunate that you were the only two in the basement, as the party was happening upstairs. But literally anyone could walk down and see you like this; trembling, whimpering, and creaming all over Ei’s lap while she absentmindedly clicked through another level of her video game.

“Ei…is this the last level?” You asked shakily, the vibrating sensations edging you for release. It wasn’t enough, you needed more. Where did Ei even get this thing anyway? You assumed she must’ve borrowed it from Miko…

“Just one more darling, I promise…” Ei kisses your ear and reaches over to grab the remote of the vibrator, switching it up to a higher setting.

“Oh!” Damn! That felt good…

“Is that better?” Ei hums, toying around with the controller as she quickly glances at your face. Oh, the sight was beautiful. Your pretty eyes all teary and close to crying, cheeks blemished in a way that had her gripping you closely. You were the definition of a good time at this party…

“Alright, fine. You win…” Ei sighs softly, pausing her game and scooping you up in her lap, setting you down on the couch before pulling out the vibrator.

As the toy’s wire slid out from between your folds, you gasped and whimpered at the loss of stimuli. “Ei…” you groaned, trying to glare at her angrily for depleting you of pleasure entirely. “You better make up for this…”

“I will, I will…” the usually quiet girl reaches down and pulls your shorts completely off, throwing it somewhere on the floor of the basement. “Just don’t be so whiny, there’s people upstairs…”

Plunging her fingers into your slick, she slid them in with ease and kissed the skin of your stomach, pushing your shirt up to expose more of your torso while feeling you clench and squeeze all over her.

SHINOBU

“You’re very good at riding me, you know…”

Shinobu smiles as you ground your hips down against her thigh, slick folds sliding up and down the toned muscle while she flexes every so often to keep you lurching for more. An angry knock at the bathroom door signifies that you’ve been in there for too long, but do you and Shinobu care? Hell no.

“There’s other bathrooms…” Shinobu grins, hands gripping your waist as she maneuvers you back and forth in her thigh, “It’s Miko’s house after all…”

You groaned and clung onto Shinobu’s shoulders for support, rocking your hips against the girl’s toned legs while she sucked your nipples with her tongue. Tweaking it with the tip and leaving dark bruising marks on your skin from her teeth.

“Hey! You’ve been in here for ten minutes!” A voice called out from outside the door. The punkette groaning and gripping your hips tighter, still rocking you brutally as she leans back against the toilet lid.

“Use the other ones! I’m busy!” Shinobu swallowed up the moan you let out when she flexed her muscle against your clit. Tongue delving deep into your mouth as she prodded and pressed her tongue against yours. One hand reaching up to grope your left breast and massage it as you rode.

Although you were worried about taking up one of the bathrooms with Shinobu, you had to admit that it was one of the best things you ever did as your eyes rolled back in pleasure from the way she drove you back. “Fuck— ‘nobu…” you could feel yourself creaming over her thighs as sticky squelches and smacks could be heard throughout the room. Shinobu’s purple eyes glazing with lust as she leaned in to kiss you.

“You’re so fucking hot…” She murmurs, pink tongue licking over her teeth as she contemplates what else to do with you. “Can you bend over against the sink? I have some more ideas.”

AYAKA

“More please…Ah…”

Innocent girl Ayaka who had one too many drinks and ended up head over heels for you. Spotting you from across the pool and core absolutely throbbing the moment she saw you…

She wanted you, she needed you. You were so hot and she wondered how many ways you’d make her cum with Miko’s party music blasting in the distance. Ohhh she needed you so bad, evident with how her thighs squished together as heat pulsed through her core. You noticed, of course you did. And instead of trying to sober her up like the kind hearted girl you were, you ended up stumbling into one of Miko’s guest rooms with Ayaka below you, peppering sweet kisses against her neck with her legs wrapped around your waist.

“Mmh…!” Ayaka was so adorably whiny, bare legs in the air as her shiny cunt took your fingers so well. She was so wet, she must’ve been soaked while talking to you by the poolside, precum globbing inside her underwear as just hearing your voice made the woman want to cry.

“You’re so wet…” You groaned, smelling the alcohol from innocent Ayaka’s body, “Were you like this when you were staring at me…?”

You wanted to laugh at how pathetically guilty she looked as she nodded. Too tipsy to realize how honest she was being as she swallowed more of your fingers in. “You’re so cute…”

God! Why did you have to praise her!?

You felt Ayaka’s walls spasm the moment you called her cute and she squirted all over the palm of your hand. Your eyes widened at the sight, Ayaka even more so as she blushed and covered her mouth in shame. Fuck, that was so hot…

“I’m sor—” Ayaka gasped when you sped up the pace, not quite done with her yet as she gripped onto your shoulders to ride her orgasm. “Oh…oh…mm!”

“That was so hot…” you whispered out breathlessly, squeezing the woman tighter against you as her walls clenched and tightened around you. “Guess you’re not as innocent as it seems…”

YOIMIYA

“Yikes! That’s cold…”

As the liquor trickled down Yoimiya’s neck and down her breasts, you found yourself licking your lips at the sight and moving in to taste the trail. Yoimiya squeaks at the warm sensation from your tongue and quietly groans in pleasure, looking down at you with a heavy blush on her cheeks.

“H-Hey…that’s not fair…” she giggles, taking another shot of liquor and tipping it towards you to drink. “You have to drink too, I can’t be the only one getting tipsy…”

You chuckled and let her feed you through the glass, liquid burning down your throat as it slid down your gullet with ease. Yoimiya was a tricky one however, as she purposely spilled a little bit past your lips and smirked when she saw you squirm.

Oh, she shouldn’t have done that…

Tongue immediately on her lips, you French kissed her into submission and pulled her body flush against yours, cocktail dresses all drenched in the mess as you dove your tongue in to meet hers. Yoimiya was flustered, heavily so as the mix of alcohol and you on her tongue had her thighs pressing together to keep the wetness from spreading. She was so turned on…

“Hah…why don’t we…go somewhere more secluded…?” Yoimiya giggles nervously, staring up at you with the cutest awkward look you’ve ever seen on a girl. She presses a small kiss to the edge of your mouth and shyly tugs your wrist forward. “We can continue in one of Miko’s guest rooms. Come on…”

Her words were simple. Just head to one of the guest rooms and continue there, right? Wrong. If only you two were able to keep your hands to yourselves, hands grabbing at Yoimiya’s breasts as she finally caves and lets you pin her to the wall of some distant hallway. Deciding to just ‘fuck it’ and pray no one wanders down this way.

“Ah…dammit.” Yoimiya whines as your tongue trails over a nipple, sucking on it with ease. She grips onto the scalp of your hair and tugs you down to go lower. “Too much…’s too much..”

Too much she says? You chuckle and kneel down to be eye level with her dress, flipping it up to give her the best cunnilingus she’d ever receive…

KOKOMI

“It’s not that cold I promise…”

Kokomi smiles up at you as she stands there naked in the water behind Miko’s beach house. Out of everyone attending the party, you didn’t expect Kokomi of all people to suggest skinny dipping in the dark. Her clothes all scattered on the sandy beach shore while she beckons for you to come closer.

“I swear it’s not that cold…”

Yeah, right. You roll your eyes playfully and begin stripping off your underwear to get in, Kokomi’s eyes locked on your figure as she runs over the sculpt of your ass in awe. Damn, you’re hot…

Perhaps Kokomi wasn’t as innocent as she seemed to be, as the moment you dove into the water she quickly swam up to you and pressed her naked body against yours, pushing you alongside the stone wall as you felt her pussy bump into yours. “Kokomi…!” You laughed in genuine surprise, her breasts rubbing up against yours as she leans in for a kiss under the moonlight.

“I think you’re drunk.” You say with a smirk, blocking her lips from reaching yours.

“I think you’re wrong.” Kokomi rebuttals, a playful smile joining her face as she leans forward to whisper in your ear. “I haven’t had a drink all night. I just wanted to do this with you…”

Okay, this wasn’t the quiet girl Kokomi you knew, but wow was it hot. Perhaps you’ve awakened something in her during her stay at this particular party. After all, it seems that everyone has found a hookup one way or another tonight. It might just be something in the air…

‘Ah fuck it.’ You only live once and decided to lean in and scoop Kokomi up in your arms. Squeals emitting from her perfect lips as you kissed and molded her body against yours. The way she hooked her legs around your waist was everything, and as you pinned her back to the wall and began grinding at her cunt, all you could think was…

‘Thank god it’s Friday…’

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petterwass · 4 months

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I really enjoy how much thought the artists Hypergryph hires puts into their characters outfits, especially in regards to their animal features. Case in point, hoods:

Leizi (my beloved) in her official Yan Judge outfit has a row of buttons to fasten the hood over her horns. Takes longer, but no chance of it falling down once fastened.

Ascalon has simple cutouts to be able to don her hood quickly.

Glaucus, having cute antennae, simply pokes them through holes.

And Red, in her swimsuit outfit, has nice little zippers to allow her ears through

#Arknights #Fashion

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riya-kaur · 5 months

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calum thomas hood

summary: everyone knows about the crush you and calum have on each other, but still, the two off you brush it off. calum thinks hiding his feelings by acting differently will help him get over you, but it doesn't.

cw! swearing!

eight years.

part two!

december had quickly approached by, which meant soon it would be everyone's favourite holiday: christmas.

this year, you had decided to tag along to a ski retreat with ashton, mali-koa, and your absolute favourite person in the world- calum hood.

you had first heard about this weekend trip on thanksgiving, when everyone had gathered round michael's to celebrate his newborns' first thanksgiving.

after your interest was peaked, you decided to ask if you could tag along, and ashton and mali jumped with joy accepting, whereas calum stayed stone-cold.

so nearly a month had passed, the car that was parked outside your house, honking impatiently.

"fuck" you muttered as you sat on your suitcase, hoping to press down some of the weight. your hands pulled at the zipper, you let out a sigh as you continued to tug on it.

"you're gonna break it" a deep, familiar voice says from behind you. you turn your head, meeting calum's soft eyes as he leant against the door frame with a cigarette in his hand.

"can you make yourself useful then, and help?" you sneer as you throw your hands up in the air. calum chuckles before he walks past you. his steps stop once he reaches your window. he takes his cigarette from between his lips and burns it out before tossing it outside.

"move" he nods his head to the side.

you sigh as you stand up from the suitcase, taking the same position on your bed.

your eyes observe calum as he kneels down beside your suitcase, "you sure there's nothing you can avoid taking?" he asks as you he lifts up the top of the case.

your eyes fall onto calum as he lingers a stare on your clothing that lay at the top; swimsuits and your underwear.

flustered, you reach over and shut the top of the case, "nope"

calum shakes his head before muttering something under his breath. he places a heavy hand on the top of the case, forcefully pushing down as his other hand found the zipper. in a swift movement, his hand pulls around the case, zipping it close.

"easy" calum retorts. he stands up and lifts the suitcase up onto its' wheels, "can we go now?" he asks, you nod before thanking him. the two of you make your way out of your house, and you lock it from the outside before catching up to calum.

he sets your suitcase in the trunk before the two of you take a seat in his car.

the journey to the resort was a quiet one. you tried lightening the mood by humming along to the radio, but once you saw calum giving you a glance, you settled your lips in between your lips, feeling embarrassed.

the only talking he did throughout the drive was when mali, his sister had rang him. letting him know that her and ashton had bought the food shop and had made it to the cabin you were all staying at.

what had felt like hours, the two of you had finally arrived.

"what took you guys so long?" mali exclaims, opening up the front door wide. "someone wanted starbucks" calum rolls his eyes before walking past his sister with both his and yours' suit cases in his hands.

"i got it for everyone!" you retort, setting the cup holder down on the table in the hallway before hugging mali.

ashton then comes running into the hug as he wraps his arms around you both.

"come on, cal" mali shouts over her brother. "no, thanks" he mutters. "calum thomas hood, if you don't get your ass over here right this second, i'll show everyone that picture of you dressed up as a bratz doll" mali rambles but as soon as she threatened calum he came jogging over beside you and ashton.

you turned your head slightly and held your arm out to calum. his eyes flicker between your arm and your eyes before letting out a sigh.

he moves his gaze over to his sister, giving her a death stare. his arm hovers over the small of your back whilst his other arm tightly wraps around ashton's shoulder.

the four of you stand there laughing before pulling away. "that was cute," mali giggles, picking up a cup of coffee from the table.

your move your eyes over to calum, "d'know what would be even cuter?" you ask him. "what?" he snaps back. "you dressed as a bratz doll" you giggle, taking small steps towards him.

you let your hand rise to his hair, your fingers combing his hair. he looks at you, embarrassed. his cheeks turning a deep red. once you realize what you were doing, you quickly retract your hand back, dropping it to your side.

"shit, sorry. i don't know what-" you began to ramble, "it's fine, " he huffs. you nod awkwardly before trying to change the conversation.

"so room situations?" you ask as you look over at mali. "there's three rooms" mali begins. "and only one master suite" she finishes as she nods her head over at calum.

"so?" calum asks, shrugging his shoulders. "you're gonna have to share, calum"

"fuck, no. you take the suite and share with her" calum shakes his head. "stop being difficult calum, besides i've unpacked my stuff already," mali exclaims. calum looks over at ashton, "c'mon mate" ashton speaks up. "i'm totally fine on the couch" you pipe up as you twiddle with the rings on your fingers.

"it's fine" calum says once again, "you're with me, i guess" he let's out a sigh as he grabs the suitcases, trekking them up the stairs. "come on, then"

"coming!" you hurry up the stairs, following him into the master suite.

"we should set some ground rules." calum starts. "good idea," you return. "you have that half of the room, and i'll get this half." calum points at the opposite side of the room, letting you know which side yours was.

"seriously?" you raise your eyebrows at him. he nods his head, shaking his head to the side. "calum, that's so stupid. we're not kids"

"fine, what rules did you have? he asks. "i dress here, you in the ensuite. i want the side of the bed closest to the window and no bringing anyone back here cause i don't want to walk in on anything that you're up to" you list.

"is that everything, princess?" he curtseys in front of you with a sarcastic tone, and his eyes stay glued to you as he does so.

you put up your middle finger, aiming it towards him, he simply rolls his eyes.

"we should unpack"

whilst the two of you were finishing up unpacking, mali called you both down for dinner.

the four of you sat around the fireplace, pizza boxes scattered around you all as you sat and watched 'gilmore girls', the boys complaining at every chance they had.

whilst absent-mindedly watching the tv, you reached for the last pizza slice in the box. once you had felt another's hand already on the slice, you jerked your hand away.

"take it," you look over at calum, who had now moved his hand away, nodding his head over at the slice.

"no it's fine, it's yours." you shake your head before letting your eyes fall on the tv again. "just take it, y/n," you hear him say, but you simply shake your head to the side, keeping your eyes on the tv.

calum sighs before picking up the slice, which you saw out of your peripheral eyesight.

seconds later, you see him open his palm out to you, "here, take it" he says. you look down at his palm the see that he had tore the pizza in half.

you hear ashton say something in the background which made calum roll his eyes, "take it y/n, i made it fair" he shrugs. you give him a nod before taking one of the halves out of his hand, "thanks cal"

after finishing up, the four of you decided to play some card games, which led to every game being won by mali.

"what can i say, i'm older so i'm wiser." she smiles proudly. the three of you chuckle at her as she takes a bow.

"well, tonight's been fun guys" you pipped up, standing up from the floor, which you were seated on.

"i'm gonna get some sleep for tomorrow" you say, "make sure you guys set your alarms" mali exclaims, "yes mom" you roll your eyes playfully at her.

"goodnight guys," you smile. "i'll be up soon" calum says. you give him a nod before making your way into your shared room.

you lock the bedroom door behind you before pulling out a pyjama set; an oversized black tee and some short, baggy, grey shorts.

you headed over to ensuite, pulling your hair up in a messy bun on the top of your head, strands falling onto your face, to help frame your face.

you then washed your face and patted it dry before beginning to brush your teeth.

as you brushed around the toothpaste in your mouth, you heard a lazy knock to the door. knowing it was calum, you headed to the door, unlocking it.

"hey" he says, dropping his phone on the bed. with you not being able to reply with the toothpaste in your mouth, you gave him a small wave before returning back to the ensuite.

you once again shut the door, thinking he would change into his pyjamas.

once you had finished brushing your teeth, you called out to calum, "can i come in, cal?" you ask.

"yep" you hear him say, with that you open the door to see him already laid in bed.

he pulls the covers over himself, but before he does so, you scan his body to see what he's wearing: a black tank top and grey joggers.

you walk around to your side of the bed, slipping under the covers.

you laid on your back as you stared at the ceiling. the room was dark, but with the small lights from the window coming in, you could see calum in the same position as you.

you felt your eyes becoming heavy as you closed them. you had felt like you were falling asleep until you heard your phone ringtone blare out. "shit, sorry," you apologise as you scramble out of the bed to grab your phone of the table.

you checked your phone to see crystal calling you, and you slipped out the room, shutting the door behind you. but you stayed in front of the door as you answered her call.

"y/n, how was the drive?" she asks, "mali mentioned you came with calum" you giggled at the thought of mali and crystal talking about you and calum.

"yes, we did. it made sense to just take one car" you whisper. "has calum made a move yet?" she squeals. you furrow your eyebrows, "what'd you mean, made a move, crys?" you ask.

"what do you mean, what do i mean? this is so obvious y/n, " she starts, "everyone knows about you and calum, " she ends. "babe, there is no me and calum, i'm pretty sure he hates me," you pipe up. you hear crystal cracking up on the other side of the phone. "y/n, surely you've noticed how he acts around you"

"like friends?" you question. "ask mali, she'll back me up" crystal says.

you try ending the conversation as soon as you can, wanting to not talk about this topic. and you definitely weren't going to ask mali either about her thoughts. that would be embarrassing.

after ending the call, you made your way back into the bedroom, tiptoeing back to your side the bed. just in case calum had fell asleep.

you slip under the covers, placing your back against the mattress again. "was it crys?" calum asks. you look over at him and watch his biceps flex as he tucks his hands behind his head.

you hum in response, "is she okay?" his voice laced with concern. "she's all good cal, baby and mike too," you answer, and you feel his head nod.

"goodnight y/n"

"goodght cal"

it was now the next day, you had woken up to bright flash to your eyes.

you stirred in a warm embrace, nuzzling your head into the pillow.

"look how cute" mali's voice is heard in the room. you blinked open your eyes as you took in your surroundings.

shit! your hand was hung loosely around calum's bicep, your calf slightly tangled with his leg, and your head was nuzzled in his neck.

you brushed yourself off of him, causing him to stir, "what's happening?" calum asks, his voice hoarse and croaky.

"nothing!" you say quickly. a bit too quickly.

mali giggles before turning her phone around, showing you both the picture she had taken, you noticed calum had his head on yours, one hand still behind his head whilst his other laid dangerously low on your back.

you felt your cheeks growing red as you turned away from them both. calum clears his throat before sitting up on the bed.

"me and ashton are heading to the slopes, you guys woke up late so we'll meet you there" mali informs the both of you, you give her a nod before you watch her leave.

"i'm sorry" he apologizes. you shake your head as you look at him, "no that was on me, i was on your side of the bed, shit i'm sorry" you ramble.

calum follows suit and shakes his head, "it's not that deep, right?" he asks. "of course, not" you faked a smile before excusing yourself to the ensuite.

maybe everything crystal had said to you yesterday was getting in your head, making you unconsciously act out.

you tried brushing off the feelings, but you couldn't. you started replaying times when you and calum were together and the little things he used to do. you always thought he hated you, but maybe he didn't?

"you nearly done in there?" you hear calum ask from the other side. "just a few minutes" you call out. you snap out of your thoughts and start brushing your teeth before washing your face.

you walk back into the room, beelining straight to the wardrobe. as your hands were occupied with finding an outfit, your eyes sneakily fell on calum before he entered the ensuite, locking the door.

"fuck" you muttered, letting out a heavy breath that you didn't notice you were holding in.

once you had found an outfit suitable to the cold, you applied some light makeup: blush, mascara, and lip balm.

you then called out to calum, letting him know you'd be waiting for him downstairs. whilst making your way downstairs, you pulled your phone out of your jacket pocket, dialling crystal's number.

she answered after the first dial, "i need your help, i'm going crazy. like i don't want to be dealing with these feelings right now crys, i don't know what the fuck is happening to me. one minute, i think he's a jerk, and then the more i start thinking about him, i get butterflies in my stomach, and they hurt crys, it fucking hurts" you rambled over the phone, not even allowing her a moment to speak.

"say something," finally reaching downstairs, you take a seat on the couch, awaiting for a response. "are you okay?" your eyes widened when you recognized the voice over the phone as not crystal's.

"perfectly fine, mike." your cheeks turning into a deep rep shade, "where's crys?" you ask, a nervous laugh coming following suit.

"she's out with sierra, she left her phone at home," michael says. "oh okay, well, no need to let her know i called, but i should be going now," you try to hurry the conversation to an end.

"okay, no worries" he says, "y/n?" he says quickly after. "are you sure you're okay?" he asks. you let out a little sigh, "i'll be fine"

"ready to go?" calum says running down the stairs, he stands at the end of the stair, looking over at you. you give him a nod, "one sec" you mouth to him.

"i have to get going, mike. i'll see you soon. " you finish off the call after hearing michael saying his goodbyes.

"is he okay?" calum asks you, as he watches you now walking over. he give him a nod. "we should probably get going, it's like a twenty minute walk" calum informs you.

"can't we take your car?" you ask, frowning your lips. "we can't, there's no cars allowed up there" he says. "but we can take a cable car?"

the two of you stood in line for one of the cable cars. it wasn't busy, so you both managed to get a cable car for the both of you.

you both sat on opposite sides to each other. looking down, you watched as the cable car left the tunnel, your eyes widening at the extreme height.

"is this a bad time to say i'm terrified of heights?" your eyes find calum's soothing brown ones as you nervously place your bottom lip in between your lips.

"just don't look down, okay," his voice soothing, he leans forward slightly, watching as you twist the rings on your fingers. you nod your head at the advice.

but you felt your chest becoming too hurt as you exhaled heavier breaths. "hey, you're gonna be okay" he quickly rushes over to your side, sitting beside you. "sit back" he says and so you do.

he let's one of his hands cup your cheeks, "just look at me, focus on my breathing, okay?" and so you start following his breathing pattern. once you had calmed down, you realized calum's thumb rubbing circles on your cheeks.

you looked up at him before glancing at his hand that was still on your cheek. he quickly let go, clearing his throat, to help fill the silence.

"we're here" he spoke in monotone, whilst looking out the glass.

he stands up, waiting for the doors to open, you follow behind him as he walks out.

the exit tunnel was extremely overcrowded, which hinted at the fact that the slopes would be busy.

"c'mere" calum says, reaching out for you hand, pulling you against his chest as he lead you both out of the exit tunnel.

your body melted against him, his chest pressing into your back, making you weak in your knees. his hands settled on your waist as he guided you.

once the two of you had finally left the tunnel, you were both met with the brightest snow on the slopes.

"let's go look for the others," calum says as he pulls himself away from you. your lips turned into a small frown at the loss of warmth. not wanting him to see you, you quickly plastered a smile on your lips before giving him a nod.

after minutes of searching, the two of you had regrouped with mali and ashton. the four of you decided to have some hot chocolates from one of the pop-ups. so whilst ashton and calum went to go buy them, you and mali sat at a table.

you noticed mali giving you a wide grin, "what?" you giggled. "nothing," you could tell she was lying, so you simply just raised an eyebrow up at her.

"it's just you and calum -" she starts, but you quickly stop her. "i feel awkward talking to you about this. he's your brother." you shake your head.

she opens her mouth to start speaking again but gets interrupted by ashton and calum, placing the hot chocolates down on the table.

calum takes a seat beside you whilst ashton sits besides mali.

the four of you make mindless conversations whilst sipping on your hot chocolates.

after what was around an hour, ahston and mali decided the wanted to ski down the slopes.

"you guys wanna join?" ashton asks. "you guys go ahead, i'll watch you three," calum gives you a quick glance, "i'll stay with you" he says before finishing off his drink. "we'll find something else to do," he says.

you quickly shake your head, "no cal, you should go, i don't want you to miss out" you argue. "no, i don't even want to ski, we'll go find something else, okay?" he asks. "are you sure?" you ask him and he responds with a nod.

"we'll see you guys later then" ashton says. "let us know if you end up going back to the cabin" mali says before running off to catch up with ashton.

"so what'd you wanna do?" you ask calum.

"sleigh ride?" he raises his eyebrow whilst asking you. "that's sounds perfect!" you squeal.

so the two of you make your way over to the sleigh carriages, taking a seat in an unoccupied one.

the two of you sit back whilst you watch the reindeers start to take small steps forward.

"so, have you always been scared of heights?"

you turn your head to look at calum, "not always, but as i got older, i guess i got sacred of the lack of stability and control" you say, "sorry that was a bit deep" you giggle. calum gives you a smile in return.

as the forty minute sleigh ride went on, the more the two of you talked, on a personal and connected level.

ashton and mali had also made their way back up to you guys.

"it was honestly so fun!" you exclaim as you tell ashton and mali about the sleigh ride. you notice calum's lips turning into a smile as he watched you ramble about how good the sleigh ride was.

"cal" mali exclaims, trying to regain calum back in from his daydreaming. calum replies with a hum. "what did we always do up here when we were younger?" she smiles as she jumps up and down on the spot.

calum rolled his eyes playfully, "snow angels" he chuckles. "come on, everyone!" she announces as she falls back onto the snow, letting her arms and legs push around the snow as she flaps them in the snow.

the three of you follow suit as now the four of you create snow angels.

once the shape was imprinted in the snow, mali and ashton rose back to their feet, and you once again followed shortly behind them. "need a hand," you giggle as you watch calum, struggling to get up.

he hums as he reaches for your hand. before you know it, you feel him tug on your hand, making you fall forward and on top of him.

your face inches apart as your hands now lay on his hard chest. you look up to his eyes as he looks down at yours. he places his hand on the low of your back.

"hey" he smiles. "hi" you smile back. "y-y/n" he whispered, and you hummed in response.

"get a room!" ashton chuckles. you notice calum bite his cheek before opening his mouth again, "you're on me," he says. "oh, yeah, shit, sorry," you rambled as you quickly found your stance back onto your feet, brushing of the snow that was on your clothes.

"what the-" you begin to say as you feel something being thrown at you. you turn around to see mali throwing snow balls at you. you giggled before bending down to create a ball of snow in your hands.

you stood back up and threw it on her back.

"snowball fight!" ashton called out.

and there, the four of you were throwing snowballs at each other.

after throwing multiple at ashton and mali, you decide to throw some at calum. so you had two snowballs in your hand, about to throw them in calum's direction, but before you could, you felt a heavy weight being thrown to your head, making you trip over your feet.

"fuck! are you okay?" you hear calum say, panic in his voice, as he rushes over to your side.

you brought your hand to your head as you rubbed it. "it's hurts" you winced. "i'm so sorry" he repeats as he brings his hand over yours, rubbing the place he had hit you with the snowball.

he then moved my hand from it, letting his lips leave a small kiss on the area. "i should take her back" calum says as he helps you up on your feet. you shake your head, "i'll be fine"

despite saying you were fine, calum still made you go back to the cabin with him. you told mali and ashton to stay out still and to still keep having fun.

the journey back to the cabin was pretty much quiet except when you were back in the cable car, you felt your head starting to pound so you winced from the pain and calum had asked you if you were okay.

once you had gotten back, you went straight into the bedroom and got changed, calum doing the same in the bathroom.

you were sat in the bed as you massaged the side of your head.

"how're you feeling?" calum asks as he enters back into the room, this time with a tracksuit on.

"i'll be fine, calum," you shake your head as you look up at him. you watched as he walked over to your side of the bed, kneeling down in front of you.

he didn't say anything, just simply looked up at you as his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb creating shapes on your cheek.

"you confuse me" you scoff as you catch his eyes with yours.

"what do you mean?" he asks as he rises from his knees.

"i thought we were getting along on this trip, cal. i thought you were lossening up around me. i thought you had dropped your jerk act, but as soon as you do, you put it back on again. why? why won't you let in?" you let your hand intertwine with his, tugging on it, making him take a seat beside you on the bed. which he did.

"how long have we known each other for, y/n?" calum ask, you furrow your eyebrows, "eight years"

"eight years, it's been y/n" he starts. "eight years of me being completely and utterly infatuated with you. eight years of me wanting you for myself, eight years of having you consume my every thought. eight years of knowing i couldn't be with you because i don't deserve you, eight years' worth of songs that were written about you because i couldn't bring myself to tell you how i'd felt"

whilst he was expressing his feelings, you noticed at some point he had reached for you hands, he was looking down at them, twiddling with them.

"i thought if i could try distance myself away from you by acting the way i have, it would hurt less but fuck it hasn't" he sighs.

he looks up into your eyes, "can i be selfish for a second?" he asks as his eyes flicker to your lips.

you nod as you watch him lean into your lips, placing a delicate kiss on them.

he moves his hands, so he's cupping your cheeks, "i've wanted to do that for so long"

"i wish you told me" you shake your head. "i'm sorry y/n about everything," he says as he rests his forehead against mine.

"it took you eight years calum" you begin, "let's not make its nine, okay?" you nod before letting your lips catch his.

a/n: i wanted to extend this, but i didn't want this to be too long, so it'll be either be a part two to this or i might change it a little bit to be its own work to be different but regardless it'll be the next post.

also this took me forever to writeee :'(

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bellyasks · 3 months

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clothing-themed stuffing/wg/general belly promptsss use for art or writing What Ever

short shirt

snug pants

crop top

filling it out

tight belt

formal attire

zipper

big sweater

too tight

button down

jammies

form fitting

high waisted

low rise

swimsuit

outgrown

skinny skirt

loose & flowy

hoodie

#prompts #belly #wg #stuffing #my post

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precious-little-scoundrel · 5 months

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Like Lightening

Summary: A Snapshot of Elvis and Elaine, newly married, hardly satiated, very in love

Warnings: 18+ entirely made up of fluff and smut and fluffy smut, sorry to the sweet ask -this got a bit off track. We don’t have them going at it like bunnies herein so much as alluding to that having been happening and determined to continue. What we do have is a lotta smutty thoughts, breeding kink, innocence kink, oral sex fem receiving, unkosher usage of baby oil, the very beginning of penetrative sex, some begging and dirty talk…most importantly we’ve got a bit of body consciousness, Elaine is slightly embarrassed by her new stretch marks and her pretty husband sets out to show her they’re incredibly cool

Word count: 5k

Hope you enjoy sweet anon, so sorry your original ask got eaten by tumblr, I hope this notification finds you!

Elaine had taken to water calisthenics classes at the Elders Club in Killeen Texas out of sheer need to move without dying of heatstroke. Swelling each day into a fluffy little matron, Elaine made house for Elvis on base one month after the next as May and then June and then July ticked on by in a sweltering dust cloud. And, whenever she wouldn’t be missed, the new Mrs Presley dashed to the pool and swam with the grandmas.

It drew a bit of a crowd, this swimming of hers, and Elvis, sympathetic and prouder than anything, took it upon himself to order from the catalogs the very best and loveliest and most advantageous swimsuits to accommodate his wife’s growing belly and plush breasts to their best advantage. He also threatened crushed jugulars and broken spines if any of his army buddies so much as drove by the dinky place for a peek at his ripe little woman.

Truth be told the larger she grew, the more evident her condition, the fruit of his loins obvious to the world, the more Elvis’ excitement for her grew. If breaking her innocence had proven more tantalizing in theory than practice and if her submission had been a versatile thing he found himself often teetering under the sway of, this, her ripening form, was one fantasy that matched his dreams.

In the early morning her plush body wrapped beside his was the only thing dragging him out of bed for basic and to watch her clip clop about in heels and a ever stretched apron while serving him breakfast was a sorta dream state of things he hadn’t dared hope would be as perfect as it was in reality. All that sickly pallor and nausea of the early months had vanished in its place he had a freckle-nosed bride shimmying into dresses increasingly too fitted. Zippers groaned and buttons popped in their little house on base and Elvis gloried in it, sat on the edge of his bed and watched her dressing struggles with splayed thighs and appreciative groans. He reveled in putting his hands on her to aid her and glutted at what he’d done to her fresh little self. He liked to tease her to “suck in” when her bust no longer fit in her old dresses.

“You’re carryin’ my whole world” he told her time and again, whispering it into her ear and squeezing her tight. He sang to his babies and they quited, he read to them from the Gospels and they kicked: “just like the John the Baptist” and in the latter months when he’d teasingly mimic a babe's cry when snuggling his wife, her breasts would begin to leak.

And now the swimsuits. Graduating up one size after another in these later months, Laney had packed on a bit of tush along with her belly and tits and the sway of it, atop long stems sat upon pretty footsies in heeled sandals, drove Elvis and half his army mates wild. See, after awhile, the secret was out and the other army wives came to swim, too. And their husbands became over eager to pick them up after class.

Threats be damned. Elaine Presley was sweet and pretty and often made chit chat with their wives and babies, towel slung uselessly over her shoulders and pool droplets running from her clavicle to the never-never-land of her bosoms when she bent to kiss a child or two goodbye. Just lanky enough to require a bend, that lady, and just affectionate enough to not content herself with head pats.

Dodger observed these things and pondered them but kept her mouth shut, sat like a disapproving crow under a umbrella and sipping gin and tonics after Elaine had insisted they wouldn’t kill her. Elaine liked to press the cold glasses to her throat when playing Bingo on the patio chairs. Eileen Macdermot went home, scandalized, one day at the way the girl splayed her legs over the side of the lounger, like a primitive or else - a man.

These things filling her days and bothering neither of the newlyweds much, if at all, Elvis had come home one evening to the smell of pork chops and gravy and no Laney in his kitchen. Their house was tiny with few rooms and after inspecting the empty single bedroom he proceeded into their bathroom and found her there, stripping out of her sodden swimsuit.

It was black, with lemons on it and white polka dots intermingled and it paired so well with her tanned skin and white headband that Elvis groaned aloud at the sight and spooked his wife who didn’t suspect him home.

“Lord, Elvis-“ She clutched her chest and heaved in a breath, smile breaking out as soon as her shock calmed, “-you’re home early.”

He wrapped a hand around the doorframe and practically lounged against it as much a person could lounge while standing, while vertical, stupid, giddy grin in place. She was halfway through stripping and there was something so very domestic, jarringly normal and almost raw about seeing his swim pink wife in a modest chipped tile bathroom of a single bedroom house, swollen and barefoot. Just one more regular American housewife among many in a tidy row of white picket fenced army accommodations.

Playing house, it was moments like these when it hit him just real enough to taste a dream and chew it and swallow it down till it fizzled out his fingers and mouth in a hunger fueled by gratitude. This wasn’t gonna last forever, not the normality of basic training or the ruthless hours of not belonging to himself, this too would pass he told himself when it got awful. But so would these precious days of just the two of them, Laney alone to putter around their house and think only of him and he to come home to her with only her on his mind and in his arms.

“Elvis?” she prodded again when he barely managed more than a soothing, faraway humm of greeting when she calmed.

“Yes Mrs. Presley?” he asked, doorframe digging into his cheek, wondering when she was going to drop the lovely sweetheart neckline she was clutching to those creamy tits that heaved under his stare like she didn’t endure such admirations regularly.

“A-are you going to-“ she was oddly hesitant, his pretty wife tonight, she’d been a bit voracious recently as the health came back to her but maybe it was just the fright.

“Am I gonna what, babydoll?” he asked softly, eyes flicking up to meet hers and he saw a little panic brewing in their warm depths. “Why, what’s this, huh? Caught ya at something?” he teased her, genuinely unsure of what was amiss and why she still clutched the soggy suit to her goose pimpled skin. “You’re gonna get cold, shuggums.” he straightened up and moved towards her, army boots mashing down the pretty green pile of the bathroom rug.

She stepped back reflexively before catching herself and giving a forced little laugh and shrug, a shrug that was very hampered in it’s carefree intentions with the way her arms crisscrossed over her chest. Perhaps he’d been too eager for her lately, he thought with self chastising consternation, perhaps she was flighty from soreness or neglect of more cerebral pursuits or maybe it was bad news from home.

“Is everything alright?” he finally asked, grave and soft spoken.

“Oh yes I was just-“ she mumbled, gesturing to the pink marbled countertop and its bottle of baby oil and pearlescent nail polish “-about to moisturize. The pool, the chlorine it…I’ve become itchy lately after going in. Doctor said it was normal, stretching and such but-“ she raised her eyes to his and they looked so young without the coal lining of cosmetics, sometimes he forgot his Tink wasn’t an ancient love goddess, just a sweet and unsure teenage girl. “I didn’t expect you home so soon.”

It didn’t make sense why her tone would be apologetic about that. He was early and she was industrious, dinner already baking and even if she hadn’t -they’d been making such ravenous love of late that often they ate charred remains of her carefully made meals or else opted for burgers at the joint in town. There’d been no apologies then; why now?

“C’mere babeh, lemme help.” he drawled and before she knew it he’d slinked across to her and laid his warm hand on her chilled shoulders.

Such lovely, large hands, they spanned her shoulders and a clavicle each, thumbs meeting like a little talisman adornment at the hollow of her throat. Seconds before he even did it she could predict the soothing swipe of his thumbs there, and so he did, and like clockwork she found herself taking in a larger breath, one that expanded her chest and made her clutched swimsuit a little obviously absurd. She used the breath he’d given her to let out a sigh of defeat.

“I’ve been growing.” she admitted rather resignedly and at this admittance Elvis had to check himself from nodding in furious, appreciative agreement, there was invisibly some catch here and in his own enjoyment of her ‘state’ he tried his damndest to recall it must be uncomfortable at best, growing and stretching and creating life inside one’s guts. Hell he wanted to die sometimes from too many sandwiches, how much fuller she must feel, about ready to burst with kids.

So he restrained his enthusiasm and nodded encouragingly. “Mhmm.”

“All perfectly normal, doctor says it is and others too, all the others say so. Nothing out of the ordinary and I was expecting it. Yet still, it’s quite-“ Elaine trailed off on this long prelude and Elvis held his breath lest his concern leach into impatience.

“Buuuuut?”

“But it doesn’t lessen that it’s quite ugly.” Once decided upon a course she finished up quite tidily but Elvis found himself further confused.

“What is, baby?” he asked, bewildered. “What’s ugly?”

“This.” she gestured resignedly at her belly and scratched the clinging nylon, her skin irritated from the pool.

“Don’t, stop that.” he chided softly, knowing it would make it worse and caught her waists in his hands, swaying them between them gently. “I don’t know what you’re on about but let’s get oil on there so you ain’t so prickly.” he suggested and let go of her hands, dropping them gently before raising his hands to her shoulders again and sensuously trailing his fingertips over the swell of her breasts till he met lemons and polka dots, and peeled the material down away ever so gently. “How’d you plan on hidin’ from me?” he asked her as the pert darlings came into view with the enlarged areolas and lengthening nipples.

“I wasn’t planning!” Elaine protested, biting her lip as he tugged further “It just- it showed up out of nowhere and it’s-“

He’d managed to peel the thing over half her ponderous belly, uncovering her belly button, when he caught sight of something entirely new. Red with a tinge of silver, a split, a crack, a bolt, scarred across her navel, running up and down -straight as a proper zig zag.

“Well. Goddamn.” he breathed, sitting back on his heels to take it in. His hand shook a little as he laid his palm on the stretch mark, an awed expression on his face as it was nearly the length of his whole hand. “Why, goddamn Tink,” he repeated, marveling, “you’ve got yourself an honest to God lightnin’ bolt on yous.”

Like her belly were heaven and in the paying of her dues for such a miracle as two lives with one body, it had been rent like a sheet. His stomach churned, something a little worshipful filling him. He took his hand away, marveling at the perfect design.

A lightning bolt. That’s not at all what Elaine expected from him, some kindness and maybe even relieving indifference, she anticipated that despite her embarrassment, but awe wasn’t on the cards. “I guess it rather does look like…that.”

“Looks like Shazam done paid you a visit, lil mama.” he nodded enthusiastically and Elaine laughed before she could help herself, thinking it funny her naked state was suddenly a costume in his mind. “Don’t you see it?” he crunched down to his knees and took her still suit clad hips in his hands and turned her towards the mirror.

“I-I suppose it bears some resemblance.” she muttered with distaste at the sight of it only more angry and prominent since the pool. “It’s a horrid color, looks like an scar already-“

“-oh hush up it’s amazing.” Elvis swatted her backside with his hand and she yelped, the jangle of his watch chain familiar as was his grinning face at belly level. “You’re mama’s all down on herself,” he loudly whispered to the babies inside her house, “don’t appreciate the fact she’s lookin’ like an gen-u-ine superhero. I know how to solve that.” he muttered darkly and Elaine felt him gather her hands again and he placed one in the counter for stability before he yanked the rest of her wet costume off, letting it pool round her ankles and helping her disentangle it.

“What are you going to do?” she asked with some trepidation as she stood fully naked before his keeling, uniformed, booted figure.

“Gonna convince ya.” he stated sure of himself before reaching for her nail polish, the pearlescent, silver shimmer of it drawing his eye like a magpie. “Gold would suit better, but between you’n’me doll, we’ll assume it’s platinum.” he murmured conspiratorially before giving her a solemn wink and unscrewing the cap.

Before she could worry for his trousers, he didn’t carry her foot to his knee and paint her toes. No. Instead he brought the tiny brush and its icy paint to her belly and began to swipe it along the design of her recent marring. Elaine gasped at the chill and in shock of his ingenuity, the tongue bitten concentration on his pretty face and the way his free hand splayed on her skin like an artist’s beside its canvas, anchoring his work.

Tink was yet a new little thing, barely broken into the art of the marriage bed and now accommodating his children, her bred little body hadn’t yet widened in all the ways it would eventually come labor. Her hips were beginning to comically expand whereas her waist in the back remained tapered and gave her a nearly illustrated quality to her proportions, that Elvis had begun to obsess over watching in the mirror when he was taking her.

Everything about her was ripe and taut and now this. He found his eyes going glossy and he tried to finish his painting in a tidy manner, his groin pusing distractingly beneath the material of his slacks as he worked lower, catching a whiff of her own interest in those soft curls.

He could almost taste her by memory.

He pulled away and surveyed his work, immensely pleased with the glistening silver lightning bolt stamped across his children's abode.

“It’ll smear with the oil.” was all she said, soft, distant.

“Then we’ll have to let it dry.” he decided, letting his fingers trace up the backs of her shapely thighs, appreciating soft flesh and toned ridges. He gave it some thought before he pursed his lips and blew. His cold breath blasted against the freezing polish and Elaine felt herself start, a gush of arousal puddling between her lips, almost burning at her entrance as she tried to clench it shut, keep some demureness in the face of it all. She thought she’d caught him sniffing, it wouldn’t do to have her legs a running mess with her need.

But the chilled ghosting of his breaths, the tantalizing burn of his fingertips’ trail- they made her throb and Elaine let out a helpless little moan, shifting on the pink rug in restless wanting.

“What’s that, baby honey?” he asked softly, looking up at her equal parts eager and questioning. “Makin’ you feel funny?”

“It’s the oddest sensation.” she shivered.

“What’s it make you want?”

“You.”

“Which’aways?”

“All of the ways.” she giggled bashully and stared at her swollen reflection and his at faucet level in the mirror, kneeling still. She chose to put her foot on the counter top, opposite hand balancing against the wall, “Elvis, won’t you lick me, please?” she asked.

“Since you ask so nicely.” he whispered, “And since you hold the power of a million universes.” he gestured to her belly once more before ducking his head running his nose along the seam of her slit, nudging her nosing like a puppy.

He hadn’t even kissed her mouth in greeting. He regretted that before opening his poofy lips and beginning to caress her pretty pink labia like he was smooching a lover. A gush let out against his chin, she must’ve been keeping that to herself for some time, there was too much of it. As was the pained moan that followed as her cunt clenched around nothing at his expert manipulations and teases. He opened his jaw and gathered as much of her in as he could before closing his mouth and sucking, amused at the sounds of shock she made as he swirled her, guarding her from his teeth, just his tongue and lips and the hot inferno of his mouth turning her to puddy.

He reached into his pants pocket and adjusted himself, and finding the need to touch too strong to ignore, he kept his hand there and jostled his stick and balls like a boy, moaning further into the taste of her as she came down from her high. She tasted different since pregnancy, and of late, was wet at whim. Elaine was as puzzled and shocked by the changes in her own body as he was, and it gave Elvis immense satisfaction to further surprise her with what he could draw from it. It drove him mad, this shock of hers, and he flattened his tongue and gave her a few parting, broad strokes to collect his winnings as she shoved at his shoulders in helpless, sensitive distress, yelping and shuttering and her propped leg kicking the bottle of oil over and off the counter.

He caught it before it hit the ground without even pulling his face from her muff. Elaine giggled again at his skill before whining at his repeated attempts to slurp at her sensitivity.

“You still gots an itch, lil mama?” he asked her, finally pulling away and looking up at her from under the dome of her belly, his hands planted on hips and his face aglow with her pleasure.

“I do.” she whined breathily, slumping against the wall.

He neared her again with his face and she questioned his motive the whole way until he stuck out his tongue and tried the nail polish on her belly. “S’dried.” he informed her as if he hadn’t just done a stupid thing and then with a decisive nod of his head, swiftly rose back to his full height and presented his hand to her.

“You come with me now, and I’ll tend to it.” he said and, meek as a lamb, Elaine put her little hand into his sticky one and he tugged her into the bedroom, oil bottle in hand. “If we’d been bad, mamas, if we’d been real naughty like, if I’d been a lil less good to ya, we’d be a couple of young folks new married and you swellin’ and barely a pan on the stove or a mattress on much else but floor. We wouldn’t be playin’ house in this lil shack, we’d be livin’ it and barely makin’ it.” he explained to her and Elaine was confused by his meaning, his analogy too, and where this was coming from, but pliant and tripping over her own feet from post orgasmic clumsiness, she chose not to question it, assumed it was play acting of sorts as he led her to the foot of their bed and sat himself down on the floor, still holding her hand. “But even then, Laney baby,” he glowed up at her with a bright, crooked grin on his slick face, “even if we was poor as dirt, I’d invest in a mirror so I could watch that tight lil snatch under your pretty belly swallowing me down like it’s got hunger pains.”

Elaine whirled around and stared at the mirror opposite the bed, positioned lovingly in the tiny space of a walkway where she might view the effect of her outfits and he might straighten his uniform, but perhaps more intentionally, it was placed opposite the bed where Elvis managed to configure them most times in some manner and at some point in their lovemaking so that they were near the foot of the bed and he might watch. Recently Elaine had come to enjoy the nearly lewd prospect of her growing body being gripped and kneaded and caressed, the unarguable beauty of it in the reflected image convincing her of prettiness she herself did not always feel.

The act, him, her responses to them both -they were all still new to her and now this, this pregnancy and the surprise of a million unexpected things.

Surveying themselves in the mirror she thought he looked a bit more debauched than herself, fully dressed though he was. He sat on the floor like a drunk, pussy dazed and loose, legs splayed and collar wet, pit stains prominent and swollen outline bulging in his pants. In his dishevelment he looked worse news than her wholesome nakedness and she licked her lips at the thought that it wasn’t at all wrong to indulge in such a dangerous fella. He belonged to her, and she to him.

“Did you ever think about it, Elvis?” she asked eagerly, her face aflame.

“Think of what, darlin?” he murmured, lazily undoing his fly and pulling himself out, pumping his fat pink member with an elegant pump of his wrist, ogling her appreciatively like she was a poster looming above him and not a living woman stepped between his thighs.

It made her drip. Elaine could feel the slick down to her knee, a stray dribble escaping her curls. Since marrying, since rubbing shoulders with other married women and being allowed into the gossipy little circles on base, she had begun to grow an inkling of awareness that her case was rather special. It was true, all couples made love, most couples had children, and plenty of couples were in love. But there were extracurriculars, such as she had been led to believe quite common in her own marriage, that were rarely mentioned by others, and if so, done with scandalized and hurried admittance. Elaine had begun to notice that while plenty of men liked their wives, wanted their wives even, there was a peculiar singleness of focus to her husband‘s interest in her that was not matched by others. Why, she’d even become aware of men’s magazines and the reasons for their existence, and yet never had seen one in her husband‘s possession, although she had awoke plenty of times to the sight of him pleasuring himself over her sleeping form, or as he was now, unabashedly admiring his view. She was in essence, both fantasy and form for him.

It was enough to make any woman proud and wet.

“Think of what?” he repeated with a laugh and an edge to his voice, looking up at her under an arch brow.

Elaine snapped out of her daydream and stepped up to him, enjoying the way his hands cupped the back of her knees, a little tickle, his head leaned back against the mattress. “Did you ever think to -think of…taking me sooner?” she asked, carding her fingers through his hair. “Ruining me early?” she smiled at the thought, at how clueless and helpless she’d have been if one of those nights on the den floor at Graceland during their short engagement, if one of those times he had rolled atop her - her sleeping father be damned - and had his way. It wasn’t his style but she wondered, what with the way Elvis could barely make it to the wedding, now that she knew what she knew, she wondered. In another world, would she have been a plundered little thing and he a dutiful young bachelor with a set of twins in need of a baptism to cover their conception?

“Thought of it every goddamn night.” he admitted earnestly, “Ruined a couple dozen pants over it.”

“No!”

“Mhmm.”

“Heavens. But never- you never-“

“-not while I was with ya. Bad as I wanted it.” he tisked, “I done told ya, you’re special baby. I was savin’ ya, couldn’t have brought myself to it, had plans for ya.”

Those plans of his were kicking and rolling in her belly as her heart rate sped up with the gentle trailing of his fingers over her thighs and the sight of his bobbing cock, jutting out from his uniform pants.

“I see.” Elaine simpered and pressed her palms to his own, swaying over him before he tugged her down, doing a pretty, clumsy little split over his lap. He groaned at the contact and the sight of her bare backside in the mirror.

“I missed ya today, Mrs. Presley.” he informed her as always and Elaine was grinning when he slotted his mouth against hers in a long overdue lover’s greeting.

Elaine blithely allowed him his smooching way across her throat and the swell of her decollage as she set to undoing his tie with loving firmness, and then stripping the pungent material of his worn shirt off his shoulders and at last tugging his trousers further down which broke his kisses contact and caused much protest. She stayed firm however, insisting that painting her belly with polish was one thing, but if he thought she was going to risk baby oil stains on that uniform, he had another thing coming.

“Your supposition bein’ that I’ll be in some position for stainin’!” he protested as if she were the one with all the wiles and meddlesome ideas.

“What plans did you have for it?” She asked dryly, crouched at his feet and yanking his boots off with much eagerness and little finesse.

“I intended to slather it on my wife.”

“Funny how what’s slathered on me always ends up slathered on you.” she pondered with a pretentious finger to her lips before she was tugged back atop his now bare lap, and spun so that she could lean against his chest.

“S’not always slathered.” he rebuts in a low tone, his voice gone intimate at the new position and their bare cuddling. Elvis hooked his chin over her shoulder and petted the lightening bolt gleaming so well in the mirror, the late summer’s sun beaming through the slanted blinds. He should close them before he did what he intended, before they got nekid in the first place, but if they were just any ole new couple there’d be no need with being off the road and the blinds partially drawn.

He squeezed her harder and reached for the oil. “S’not always slathered, sometimes I manage to get it real nice’n’deep, don’t I?”

Elaine sucked in a shaky breath as she felt him shift beneath her in his reach, the hot, eager firmness of him cradled under her cunt lips. She felt their privates begin to pulse in unison.

“Don’t I?” he asked her, one oily hand splayed low on her belly and the other gripping her jaw.

“Yes.” Elaine moaned, her head lolling back against his shoulder so she might keep his gaze.

His hand began to move again.

Slathering.

“Hmm?”

“Yes, daddy.” she whispered, and saw him smirk in satisfaction.

Witchcraft, it was, the way his hand could go through all the same motions as before but like a switch flipped, his own intent could bleed into his touch and suddenly he had gone from tending her stretched skin to driving her mad, oil and warmth spreading all over her, her breasts shining, her shoulders shining, her thighs aglow and golden.

Shining, all of her.

Elvis hooked his hands under her knees and spread her legs, bent and wide, feet settled far apart on either side of his own thighs. She could see little Elvis twitching futilely against his thigh, glossy, shiny, leaking oil himself. She cupped them both and did some slathering herself, wiping his arousal up her slit, rubbing his head and her puffy bud with her fingertips, the both of them moaning and whimpering in unison at the tease.

“Baby, baby let’s…let’s…” he was saying urgently and she pulled her hand away at his direction, allowing him to bring the bottle between their legs.

She felt that patter of drops against her clit and the silky run of it down to his cock. She ached, back arched and hips grinding against him like she could start a fire with the friction if she moved insistently enough.

“I-I-I want it!” she begged, overcome and her neck straining as she tilted her face to the ceiling. Waterstains patterned the white paint and she squeezed her eyes shut in a exstastic grimace as she felt him pull at his cock and tap it, all oily slapping, at her spread petals. “Elvis, please, please put it in.”

“Mm, m’not sure you’re slick enough.” he disagreed slyly, rubbing his glans against her fiery little hole as her legs kicked out in frustration. She knew he was staring in the mirror at his handiwork without even having to glance there herself. She squinted harder and aimed a thrust downwards, catching him. It was bend or enter. She had him, it took great willpower to hide her smirk as his breath gusted against her cheek.

“My baby still got an itch?” he asked softly, his large hand cupping their joining, just the tip of him snug and cozy inside her swollen channel.

“Yeah.”

“Where?” Elvis rumbled in her ear.

She took his shiny hand and spread it low on the lightening bolt, “Here, real deep.” Elaine whispered, “Right hyer.”

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supermysteriousways · 6 months

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#one piece swimsuit #arena swimsuit #zipper swimsuit #pharfaite #swimsuit #black swimsuit

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b-hell-splashed · 2 years

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#color splash #sexy af #bikini body #sexy #nice view #swimsuit #swimwear #one peice swimsuit #red swimsuit #zipper swimsuit #thigh high boots

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Poolside Fun

Here is the Michaeng G!P fic. Things get a little rough for a moment, but they end nicely for the pair. Enjoy!

Resting poolside, Chaeyoung and Mina took their opportunity to relax while they still could. "This is nice, isn't it?" Chaeyoung said.

"It is, but I think we'll get a sunburn if we don't put on some sunscreen."

"We'll be fine." Chaeyoung waved off Mina's concern. She stretched her body and yawned as she was slowly falling asleep.

"I really think we should put some on. Here, I'll put some on you." Mina leans to the side and reaches into her bag, searching for her bottle of sunscreen. "Ah, here it is." As she pulls the bottle out and spreads the cool white cream over her hands, she looks at Chaeyoung's body. Her black one-piece would make it easier because most of her body was already covered.

"I really don't want to, Mina," Chaeyoung says as she yawns again. Mina's cold hands send shivers down her spine. "Ah! It's cold!" She yells; Mina starts working the sunscreen into Chaeyoung's legs. Chaeyoung kicked her feet, which annoyed Mina.

"Sit still; I need to get every part." Chaeyoung tries to stay still as Mina's hands work their way up her legs. Reaching her thighs, Mina pays close attention to her inner thighs. The small woman before her can't help but moan lightly as she accidentally touches her lower lips. Mina looks up at Chaeyoung and smirks. She can feel herself starting to get hard from just Chaeyoung's moan. Mina resists her urges for the moment and makes sure each of Chaeyoung's legs are sufficiently covered, her soft and smooth legs that Mina can’t help but stare at. Mina moves up and gets Chaeyoung's arms and chest. She unconsciously licks her lips as she continues laying her hands all over Chaeyoung's tiny body. "Can you turn around, Chaeyoung?"

"Mmm, sure." Chaeyoung flips onto her stomach and lets Mina continue. The older woman pours more sunscreen on her hands before starting the back of Chaeyoung's legs. She kneads Chaeyoung's thighs, drawing another moan from the young woman. Fully hardened, Mina bites her bottom lip as her hands move up and fondle Chaeyoung's bottom. "Mhmm, Mina-unnie," Chaeyoung moans. Mina sneaks her hand around Chaeyoung, pressing it against her lip.

"Ah, ah, aah, I'm your Mommy now." She whispers into the younger woman's ear before blowing cool air behind it.

"Yes, Mommy," Chaeyoung says, as her body freezes. Mina finds the zipper of Chaeyoung's one piece and slowly moves it down, stripping Chaeyoung of her only clothing. "Mommy, what if someone sees?"

"No one is going to see us, baby; it's just us here," Mina replies as she continues to free Chaeyoung from her swimsuit. The cold air hits Chaeyoung's back, making her shiver. "Strip for Mommy."

"But-"

"Are you going to disappoint Mommy?" Mina says, cutting off Chaeyoung.

"N-no, Mommy."

Mina smirks, "Good. Be a good girl and let Mommy see your body." She moves away from Chaeyoung, letting the young woman stand up. Chaeyoung holds the front of her one-piece, nervously looking around. "Drop it, baby." At Mina's command, Chaeyoung strips off her swimsuit, covering her breasts with her right hand as it falls. The young woman makes sure to cover her cunt as her swimsuit hits the floor. The older woman tilts her head to the side, "I said I want to see your body."

"Mommy, please!" Chaeyoung bounces as she pleads with Mina. She looks around the area, hoping no one can see her.

Mina walks toward her, tilting her head back and kissing her. Without a word, she snakes her hand under Chaeyoung's and slides two of her fingers between the younger woman's lips. "Do you want me to punish you? Because I can do that." Mina grabs Chaeyoung's hair and yanks her head back.

Chaeyoung moans, "No, Mommy, I'm sorry. H-here." She places her hands to the side, allowing Mina to gaze upon her petite body. "See, my body." Mina smiles her usual gummy smile.

"That’s my girl." Still holding onto Chaeyoung's hair, Mina walks her back to the lounge chair. She undoes the knot holding her bikini top and tosses it to the side. Her bottoms follow as she lets them fall to the ground. Chaeyoung stands at her side, watching Mina sit on the chair and lean back. The older woman smiles and strokes her cock, getting a sense of arousal from Chaeyoung's hungry stare. "Help Mommy relax, Chaeyoung."

"Yes, Mommy." Chaeyoung gets between Mina's legs; her small hands can barely wrap themselves around the large shaft. The older woman's moans excite her, getting her wet. She begins with long slow strokes, watching Mina's cock intently.

"That’s good, baby. You're such a good girl for Mommy." Chaeyoung drags her tongue along Mina's shaft, flicking the head as she gets to it. "Oh, you're getting so good at this. Have you been practicing with the others?"

Chaeyoung stops licking her cock, stroking it while she speaks. "No, Mommy. I'm just for you. I'm your good little girl." She emphasizes the “your” part of her last sentence. Chaeyoung returns to licking the side of Mina's cock; growing unsatisfied, she kisses the shaft moving downwards toward her heavy balls. Taking one in her mouth, Chaeyoung uses her tongue as she pleasures her unnie.

"That’s what I like to hear." Mina moans; Chaeyoung's warm and wet mouth causes her cock to twitch and begin leaking precum. "You're Mommy's girl." Mina smiles again as she gets an idea. "Baby, move your little pussy over here. I want to have a taste." Chaeyoung nods her head and follows along. Her legs were now around Mina's head, and Chaeyoung started to give her a blowjob. Pushing the large head past her lips, Chaeyoung lapped it, tasting the salty precum and savoring the flavor. "Keep going, baby, don't be afraid. I know you can take more." Mina moans before diving into her own snack.

The older woman digs her hands into Chaeyoung's soft ass before dragging her tongue along the younger woman's slit. She repeats this a second time, making sure to do it slower. Chaeyoung's moans are muffled by the big cock filling her throat. The vibrations caused by her moan make Mina thrust instinctively. "You're a good little cock sucker, aren't you. You're Mommy's little cock sucker." She moans before returning to eating out Chaeyoung. Sliding two fingers into the younger woman's cunt, Mina laughs as she watches Chaeyoung's body shake. "Are you going to cum already? Are you going to cum for Mommy?"

"Can I cum, Mommy? Can I?" Chaeyoung moans; it sounds more like she was begging to Mina.

"Hold on, baby. You can't cum yet." Mina presses her lips to Chaeyoung's cunt, pushing her tongue past the younger woman's puffy lip and letting her tongue explore.

"M-Mommy, I can't hold it. Please, can I cum?"

"Not yet," Mina responds while pushing the younger woman's head back down on her cock. While Chaeyoung suffers through the pain of having to hold back her orgasm, she serves Mina's cock. Swallowing the shaft, her lips are stretched by Mina's cock, and her jaw quickly grows tired. Chaeyoung bobs her head furiously as her body shakes more. Unable to hold on any longer, Chaeyoung's cum on Mina's face, soaking her Mommy in her nectar. Chaeyoung pulls away from Mina's cock and collapses. "I didn't tell you, you could cum." Mina says.

"I'm sorry, Mommy. I just- ahh!" Chaeyoung screams as she feels Mina's hand smack her ass. Chaeyoung climbs off of her Mommy and kneels on the ground.

"I told you not to cum." Mina stands before Chaeyoung, grabbing at her hair. "You need to be punished."

"Mommy!"

"No, Mommy," Mina says as she rams her cock down Chaeyoung's throat. Mina holds the small woman's head against her crotch as she thrusts. Her cock smashes against the back of Chaeyoung's throat repeatedly. "I know you're better than that, Chaeyoung. You could've held it. Do you think I like punishing you?" Mina continues her thrusts; slobber runs down Chaeyoung's chin onto her chest. Mina's rough use of her throat and face makes Chaeyoung tear up. The lack of air is beginning to get to her. "I'm going to cum soon. You're going to drink it all up, aren't you, baby?" Chaeyoung nods as best as she can. Mina has a devious smirk as she holds Chaeyoung against her crotch, burying her cock down Chaeyoung's throat. Waves of semen flood the younger woman's mouth, going down her throat and into her stomach. "That’s it, baby, drink it all up." Mina moans. She relishes the feeling of Chaeyoung's tight throat flexing around her cock. When Mina pulls out, she holds the head of her cock next to Chaeyoung's lips. "Kiss it. Kiss it and say thank you."

Chaeyoung kisses the tip of Mina's cock as requested. "Thank you, Mommy." She says through multiple coughs. Mina sits back down on the chair behind her and pats her lap. Chaeyoung crawls to her and climbs onto her lap.

"It’s time for the best part. Aren't you excited?" Chaeyoung hesitantly nods. Mina lifts Chaeyoung by her ass and aligns the young woman with her cock. "You can do it whenever you're ready." Chaeyoung, knowing better than to try to take things slowly, drops her weight on Mina's cock, impaling herself on it. She immediately cums from the feeling of being stretched out by Mina. Her walls constrict around the older woman's appendage; they moan loudly before Mina holds onto Chaeyoung's waist forcing the small woman to grind on her cock. "You're such a good girl, being able to take my cock in one go. I'm sorry I had to punish you earlier. Here you deserve a little gift." Mina pushes her chest out, and Chaeyoung latches onto the woman's nipple. Gently suckling on it as Mina begins to thrust into her pussy.

Mina moans loudly; the pleasure coming from the two sources is tremendous. One of her hands holds Chaeyoung's waist while the other caresses her head. "That’s a good girl; suck on Mommy's tits all you'd like." Chaeyoung's tongue flicking her nipple makes Mina thrust quicker. The younger woman moans as she feels her pussy be split apart by Mina's hard cock.

"I only need you, Mommy." She says as she hugs Mina.

"I know, baby. You're Mommy's little cocksleeve, aren't you?" Chaeyoung just nods her head and rubs her face on Mina's chest. "You have such a tight pussy, but it always takes my cock so nicely," Mina says as she thrusts deeper into Chaeyoung. "Mommy loves filling her little girl with her cum."

"I love Mommy's cum." Chaeyoung responds as she throws her weight down, forcing Mina to go as deep as possible.

"I know you do. I'm going to cum soon; I want you to take it all."

"I will, Mommy." Mina rolls Chaeyoung onto her back and begins thrusting quickly. Lifting Chaeyoung's lower body, Mina puts her into a mating press. Driving her cock deep into Chaeyoung, Mina's cock starts throbbing inside the young woman. "Give me all of your cum, Mommy!" Chaeyoung yells as she's overcome with pleasure and orgasms again. Mina hugs Chaeyoung, and she buries her cock inside the smaller woman.

"I'm cumming!" Mina yells as she unloads inside Chaeyoung. A seemingly endless amount flows into Chaeyoung, her stomach bulging slightly as Mina finishes. Chaeyoung's eyes roll into the back of her head as Mina kisses her. Mina's tongue explores the nearly unconscious woman's mouth. "You did such a good job, baby. I can still feel your pussy trying to milk me for more." Mina slowly pulls out, cum gushes out of Chaeyoung's pussy. When Chaeyoung presses against her abdomen, more flows out of her. "Let's get you inside," Mina says while watching her cum flow out of Chaeyoung. She kisses her forehead before helping the spent woman inside.

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