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honeymaki · 2 years
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honey honey honey soft dom izuku makin’ you feel all pretty on the tough nights :( kisses your jaw ‘n says he’s gotta take his time w you ‘cause you’re a lady 🥺🫶🏽
Wails:(((
Warnings: fem reader (princess, lady), slight body description (fat, plush), breast worship, dry humping
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Izuku softly commanding you to text him throughout the day no matter what you’re doing, with the truth as to how you feel cause he knows you have bad days sometimes:( asking you with a firm mouth but soft eyes to always let him know if you’re struggling nd what he can do to help, even if he’s working or away even; he wants to help, you’re his lady, his baby, his world. You don’t always feel ashamed to do it, not on the days you’re working or out or have a reason to feel bad, but on the days you’re off? Slouched around at home, while Izuku is out saving things and people and lives and everything in between? It’s hard to pick up the phone and send a little sad face, when all you’ve done is a little bit of washing up and brushed your teeth.
Those days; Izuku takes extra special care of you. He sweeps his way through your home, comes straight over to you, asks if you would like a kiss and a hug and practically engulfs you if you say yes. He’s consuming in a soft way, cradling your face and licking your bottom lip, eyes drawn tight and closed, lashes fluttering against your cheeks. He swallows your noises, the whines and whimpers and desperate squeaks, fists closed against his chest and holding him as close as you could.
“Pretty baby, it’s okay, I’ve got you,” Izuku is so soft, so warm, encasing you on the sofa where you haven’t really moved. You know he won’t stop his kisses for a long while, won’t let up in kissing you so thoroughly there’s no thought left in you head. Nibbles and kitten licks while he ducks down with a twist of his head, shoulders bulging above you, playful enough to put a smile on your face and rack you with giggles,
“That’s my beautiful princess, there she is, you’re so pretty when you smile,”
Coming from him? You believe it, especially when he smiles back and turns his attention to your neck, your collar, the swell of your breast threatening the material of your top. He’s thorough still, not leaving an inch of your skin unkissed and unloved, and you let yourself fall into his embrace. Head buried in your neck, arms either side of your shoulders, keeping him just above you so his hips - god his hips could swish and press into yours. Izuku is slow, he’s a smart man, he knows he needs to give you everything but not all at once; so the slow press of his pelvis against yours is just enough to have you mewling.
“You’re so soft, all the time, so soft - could just -,” he punctuates his words with a blunt bite to the meat of your shoulder, “god, you’re wonderful - so perfect. Gotta take it slow with you, gotta remind you how much you’re worth, how amazing you are, how beautiful you are,” wet lips travel to your chest, moving stretched fabric and hardly caring for your lack of bra.
“You did your best today, you did so good baby,” Izuku rewards you with a kiss to your nipple, both breasts pulled from your top and perked in his hands. “M’so proud of you, so proud baby, you did so well,”
And you believe him. Again. Izuku never lies, never butters a subject and his tongue swirls around your nipple, teeth dragging it into his mouth hard enough to send buzzes down your belly. You arch into him, chasing his mouth, growing desperate although knowing he plans to spend a good deal of the night doing this.
“Fuck -,” he’s drowning in you, all you can see is his fluffy, unruly hair burrowed against your chest, swallowing the fat of your tits, playing so joyfully but so seriously with them. Squeezing and pulling, massaging, squeezing, biting. It’s been hours, minutes? Seconds? He’s good at that, making you forget time and everything else inside your head, focuses you on his mouth and fingers and cock. His hips never quicken or harden their advance, simply content on pacifying you with the promise of the thick line of his cock, nestled tightly against you and jumping with every flex of his hips. You come first, you always do; if he has to spend the entire night flushed, red and seconds from cumming at the sight of you, then so be it. You have enough flesh, fat and plush to keep him more than happy for a long while. And the noises of happiness chirping from you, mews and whispers of his name keeps him swollen in the chest and grinning at you, proud of you, happy for you. Izuku will cook you food after, buy you your favourite drink, put on your favourite show even if it’s a cartoon or you’ve seen it a dozen times. He’ll serve you, give you anything you need and anything he thinks you need - starting with deft, thick fingers dipping into your shorts. He’s met with a yelp and a sigh, and -
“That’s my perfect baby, you let me take care of you ‘kay? I got you honey, I got you I promise - you’re my pretty princess, look at you; I gotta take care of my pretty princess,”
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honeymaki · 2 years
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Warnings: size/body exclusive (descriptions of fat pussy, belly, thighs), body hair description, pussy job, strapon, fem!reader (no explicit pronouns).
Characters: au!Sasha x fem!reader
A/N: very self indulgent, for those with fat pussies
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You know Sasha inadvertently spends all day teasing you with ice cream dripping down her fingers and licking it off, or wearing those tight gym shorts that show off her powerful thighs, or idly playing with your tit while you two lounge on the couch after breakfast. And when you finally look at her with a quirked eyebrow and a crooked finger, she’s all over you claiming it was her plan all along to have you creaming your panties and slicking down your leg. But what really gets her, what really stops her in her tracks between your thighs with a cocky grin akin to something a vampire wears upon seeing a meal; is that when she peels your panties over your hips, there is an audible schk from just how wet she’s made you,
“This all fr-from me? For me?” Sasha gets giddy, gets childish, rubbing the gusset of your soiled knickers and marvelling at the marbling of your arousal while you lay before her heated and grumbling in embarrassment, whining for her to do something about it.
But she doesn’t - well, not really, she reclines on her stomach, nose inches from your mounded mons and she breathes in your heady scent, several times, too many times. Then, well first she swallows the drool threatening to fall from her mouth and then she takes two fingers, thin but muscular and long, the middle baring a plain silver band; and she starts at your pubis, the hood of your clit trembling in anticipation. Sasha carefully, slowly, meticulously slides her fingers down over your pussy, hard enough to spread the fat, puffy folds and the noise you make, the sound that squelches from your cunt is scandalous, it’s loud and lewd and crude and it makes Sasha’s eyes roll into the back of her head, moaning when she presses her fingers back up the curve of your cunt.
“S’your mess Sasha,” you’re hiding behind your hands, knees knocking together when she pulls away and taps her fingers together, witnessing the strings of slick and drool clinging, stretching between her digits before breaking oh so dramatically. She does it again, with the same fingers, slowly parting the lips of your cunt and groaning at the slick squelch, eyes following each ribbon of arousal, every pearl of translucent cum calling for her to - to -
“Wait here doll, just wait - I gotta - don’t move,” she disappears from the bed, from you, from your pussy, clattering about the room and you’re too embarrassed to move, to see what she’s doing because even breathing causes little drippy sounds from between your legs. You can feel it, smeared on your thighs, painted on the outer folds of your pussy and even - oh god is it dripping down to your ass?
“I wanna try this,” rough hands spreading over your thighs causes you to squeal in surprise, jumping further into her grip, eyes opening wide with shock at the touch. Something hits you, hard and cold and wet between your legs and your chest deflates with the recognition, ridges sending chills down your spine and -
“Hear that?” Sasha fiddles with the strapping over her hips, untwisting where it got caught in her desperate attempt to put it on in less than thirty seconds. She’s not even got her leg in the proper hole, but you realise that she...doesn’t really care; you can see her eyes zeroing in on the curved silicon laying over your belly and you can hear the gears turn in her head dictating the way her hips pitch just so - in that perfect angle that has the dildo audibly flicking over your clit, “Listen baby, listen to you,”
“I am Sash - it’s -,”
“A smash hit? The next Christmas number one?” she hitches your thigh higher over her hip and grips your soft flesh a little harder than she probably intended, but it causes you to whimper and rut your pelvis into hers. And the sound, the slchk your pussy makes as her cock curves through your puffy folds is enough to send you both down a very dangerous, very messy rabbit hole. You can’t even reprimand her for trying to be funny or witty when she has a dick slicing over your clit and catching on your hole oh so enticingly,
“Fuck - listen t’you, look at ya,” you’ve got your hands over her tits, trying to feel the swell from under her sports bra and she’s still fucking her cock against the length of your sex. Sasha threads her fingers down between the two of you, slipping and sliding through the thatch of curls over your clit and pressing down clumsily so with every pass of her cockhead catching harder and harder. You yelp, neck craning, eyes squeezing closed at the near painful shocks zipping over the swell of your belly, quivering with every measured and surprisingly precise thrusts she delivers against you.
More. Sasha pulls away for a moment and taps the head of her cock against your cunt, strings of slick connecting the two and producing disgusting noises probably loud enough to wake her roommates. More. You’re so close, even without penetration, Sasha knows how to work her hips and it’s a bit of a strange angle, especially with how wet you are but looking up at her, gazing up through your eyelashes at how she’s staring hard and desperately at your pussy licking the underside of her cock - it’s enough to have you toeing the edge. Sasha’s got her hands iron over your hips, fat squeezing through the gaps of her fingers, the thick ring probably leaving an indent in your skin and she’s got you hitched just so, just at the right height so she’s thrusting up, rolling her cock through the puffy, soaked folds of your cunt, hitting your clit every. single. time. Hair sticks to her forehead and the side of her face, sweat shining over her nose and you can trace the red spatter of flush over her collar and chest, disappearing into the strapping of her bra. She’s so -
“Sasha, m’gonna cum, close - I’m close,” you’re whining before you can stop yourself, rolling your hips in tandem with hers, knees caging her waist and you can see her choke on her breath, panting hard and the wet sounds between your legs. It’s coated, you both are; pussy spilling creamy and sticky over her cock and smearing thick down her thighs and belly. Her thumb pulls the hood of your clit back, the soft fat of your mons parting and cushioning the mean, hard digit and it’s enough to send you over, head digging back into the pillows with a howl.
And she doesn’t stop. Sasha keeps going, keeps rutting her cock through the flush of your orgasm, the sounds of it loud and awful, smacking and squelching with a horrible schk schk schk that only grows in crescendo thanks to your partner’s sudden fascination with how fucking loud you are,
“Can’t wait to do this again, can’t wait to make you all needy again - maybe I'll make you wait a whole week! No - wait -  that’s too long,” she’s still fucking up against you, cock so slippery and so thick with translucent cum that it veers under your ass a few too many times, “Can’t believe you didn’t say anything earlier dolly, s’like you maybe liked being all messy and wet all day huh?”
“Shut up,” you’re still coming down, you’re still twitching and sweating, belly quivering and thighs trembling with every sticky pap against your clit, and already - with her continued jerking of her hips - you can feel yourself climbing again. Moaning, you attempt to push Sasha away, hand hard against her firm stomach and she doesn’t seem to want to move, slowing but not stopping, loosening her hold but never letting go,
“Admit it,” Sasha leans over you, knees and thighs hoisting yours up by her arm pits and there's an audible ripple from your cunt, “You loved feeling dirty, being a filthy little thing all cause you wanted me - I wasn’t even doing anything doll, you’re the pervert here,”
In this position, she’s inches away, nose touching yours and lips tracing your own. But it’s the way your pussy curves against the girth of the dildo, hugging the underside and you whimper at the feeling, heavy and ridged against you. Bellies touching, chests pressed together, one hand curled around your head and the other bent at the elbow, propping up her body over yours.
“M’not a pervert, you are,” your pout earns you a harsh, smacking thrust against your sex,
“You wanna say that again pretty baby?” Another thrust, rolling and heavy, thighs bulging against your ass. Sasha huffs into your mouth as if she can feel the way your puffy pussy flutters in acceptance of the dildo, clit kissing the head for a moment before its pulled back, sliding up, up and over before retreating again. And again. And again. You’re shaking in her arms, mewling in time with the pap pap paps of her cock slipping harsh over your cunt.
“Again,” you’re the one speaking this time, begging into her mouth, tongue licking over her lips, “Again Sasha please!”
Her desperation leaks into you, accepting her perversion, ears twitching at the lewd, wet sounds of you - of you. It’s so clear, so sticky, so filthy and yet you want more, god, so much more of it, an addiction you didn’t know you had until Sasha gave it to you. And what? An addiction to yourself? To your own pussy making disgusting slapping sounds every time your partner’s cock sliced through it? Or to Sasha’s shoulders bulging and her jaw ticking, her stomach flexing and her hips rolling so hard, so precise into you? An addiction to the perverse filth of her? Of them?
You’ll just have to find out I suppose.
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Tagging: @dearbraus
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honeymaki · 2 years
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Ymir loves fat pussy. She loves it, can’t get enough of you and your pudgy folds that slip apart when she rubs three fingers over your cunt. Adores it when you bend over or hug your knees and she can see your pussy straining against the fabric of your panties. The mound, the literal mound when she’s got her nose hooked and her tongue curled against you, pushing the fat up and around and using her fingers to squeeze tight and deep over your pubis. And when she’s got her big veiny hands anchored to your hips, fat spilling through her fingers, lowering you on to her strap, makin’ you spread your folds and bounce all shallow like; Ymir can’t get enough of your pussy frothing and creaming and jiggling cause she’s grunting, growling about how fuckin’ wet you are, how your perfect cunt is swallowing her, suckin’ her in, milkin’ her fuckin’ cock. Ymir fucking loves fat pussy, and she loves yours the best<3
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honeymaki · 2 years
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omg i woke up to reading some of how aot women eat pussy and *ahem* would u like to elaborate on annie 🥺 she strikes me as the lazy but not half-assed type,,, her tongue doing long and languid strokes over your slit before she hooks her arms around your thighs and buries her face in ur pretty pussy >_<
(also, can i be ur ‘doll’ anon?)
u may be doll 🥺🥺
Annie is very languid about eating pussy, not because she's lazy but because she loves to dedicate each and every lick, kiss and flick to your fat, perfect pussy. She's reclined half on her side, propping her head on one of your thighs while the other is held up and open by her strong, rough hand. Trusting you to stay still, Annie doesn't feel the need to spread you with her fingers, doesn't want to see your clit glisten when she parts your folds - she does it all with her tongue. Slices through the fat of your pussy lips with a slow, hard lick; tongue pointed and flat, eyes rolling at the taste of you flooding her mouth and painting her lips. She'll do that a few times, eyes zeroed in on the way your hole clenches with each pass of her slippery muscle and the way your cunt positively blooms as you grow more aroused, more loose, more - honeyed, syrupy, salty and dripping down her throat.
Annie changes her tactics then, shoulder growing numb and she - rises to her knees, arms looping under your thighs and pushing them up, pushing them out, folding your knees to your chest and exposing every last part of you. She ignores your squeals, your mewls, your frantic hands grappling for purchase on any part of her body you could reach. She ignores it all because fuck - right there - right there; your cunt practically bulges between your thighs, clit hidden beneath your folds and beneath curls of soft hair, thighs quivering and framing the pussy that drips and dribbles and creams for her. It's too much for her, too much for her to hold back despite wanting to take it slow, be a little more gentle with her meal and you get nothing more than a "be a good girl" before she's diving in with an open mouth and a dropped tongue.
If Annie is anything - she's thorough; mean almost with her kisses and swallows and suckles of your pussy. Tugging your labia into her mouth, lips sealing hard and rough round your clit till you scream, tongue curling and bullying all mean into your fluttering hole; she's a menace really. And you can hardly get anything in edgewise, clutching the sheets beside you, tugging them from the mattress, unable to move from the fold she's pressed you into. And sometimes - fuck - sometimes she'll get too thorough, wants her good girl to be the best girl and sometimes, her hungry mouth will venture down, licking up the streams of cum pouring down the crest of your ass and that - that's when you really loose your mind.
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honeymaki · 2 years
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Characters: momo x f!reader
Warnings: insecurity, breast worship, dry humping, size exsclusive
Word Count: 700
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Momo is so soft with you when you shy away from her wandering hands, when she fiddles with the strap of your bra and mouths at your perked nipples over the lace and satin,
“But you dressed up so pretty for me, can I not see what’s under it all?” you’re sat atop her thighs, clad in nothing but a matching set of underwear and bra, deep red to match the ruby nestled at Momo’s throat and the deep blush covering her cheeks from kissing you and touching you. Her hands splay over your thighs and drift up over your belly, looking up at you with wide eyes and a small, pleading smile. 
“What if - what if you don’t like them?” gesturing generally at your chest, Momo dips her head and sighs, “They’re not - they don’t look like yours,”
she’s still dressed, but you’ve seen her tits, she’s got little to no shame when it came to body parts and you’ve spent plenty of times latched on to one of her pretty budded nipples, nursing and moaning and purring while she buried her fingers between your legs. But you’d never let her see yours, not yet, not in the 12 months of your relationship because - because....
“You’re afraid I won’t like you? Won’t find you attractive? Won’t be turned on by what I see?” her words sent heat pooling in your belly and your cheeks, avoiding her eyes and instead focusing on the slim fingers bullying their way under the cups of your bra, “Honey, you don’t understand how often I think about your tits - fuck - every day almost I dream about looking that them, touching them, touching you, making you feel good,” your panties are stretched tight over your crotch, sticking to your lips with how aroused you are and the slick only pools faster when her nails catch on your perked nipples, causing you to arch your back and moan, “and I know - I know you’re so sensitive, so receptive to touch, aren’t you?”
“But - but they’re not like yours, not perky or - or - and my - they don’t,”
Momo silences you with an all consuming kiss, inhaling your woes and licking away your worries, hands fully caught under the wire of your bra and cupping your breasts, dragging the lines of her palm over your sensitive buds. She swallows your hitches gasp, 
“I want them, I want you - honey, let me please, let me -,” you’re bucking, humping the air, pressing your chest harder into her hands and gasping with every knock or rub against your nipples, sensitive and almost sore with how aroused you were. She’s desperate, as desperate as you, writhing with the feel of your soft flesh squeezing between her fingers and the weight of your tits cupped in her palms, kneading and pawing and gripping with a fierce intensity. 
You can only nod, eyes squeezing shut and whimpering when Momo lifts your bra up over your breasts; preparing yourself for her to sit back and admire, hum and gaze at you, stare at you for ages before even thinking of doing anything.
But she doesn’t. Her movements are frantic, huffing against your sternum and wrestling the offending lace further up your chest to let your tits drop free, instantly latching her mouth wide and wet over one of them. The feel, the hard pointed swipe of her tongue has you dripping down on to her lap, underwear pulled taught and tight and biting, a pain reflected similarly over your chest where Momo slurps noisily at your tits. She’s like a hungry dog, arm wrapping round your back to tug you closer, engulf more of your tit in her mouth, teeth tugging at your nipple before flicking over and over, head moving and neck curling with the constant sway of your body with hers. 
Momo spares only a second to look at your breasts, when she tears off your bra and surveys the wet slick of her saliva, admiring the puffy swell of your nipple and deciding she very much wanted the other to look the same. And with her deep intake of breath, her hitched grunt and the roll of her eyes has you forgetting any worry and any insecurity you had. 
Well, that and the hard fingers slipping into your panties from behind, massaging the puffy lips of your cunt and catching your pulsing clit between two fingers. 
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honeymaki · 2 years
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ymir growling... about my fat pussy... gOD I CANT DO THIS IM GONNA-
Ymir growls so hard and so angry into your fat pussy when she's three fingers deep and sucking your clit with such ferocity that you're arching to the heavens and spilling down her wrist, clenching your quivering thighs round her head and kneading your tits in some kind of way like she would if she had a free hand, cause the other? shoved into the pudge of your belly to hold you down </3
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honeymaki · 2 years
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kitty dearest, do you think sasha is a member of the fat pussy community?
Sasha - adores fat pussy, loves it, eats it by the pound im telling you. She'll have you directed over her face, tongue lolling out and nearly drooling when you shyly reach down, over your belly and your tits, to spread your puffy, slippery folds apart just so she can see what she's gonna eat. Sasha is so fucking enthusiastic when she eats, but she's skilled too don't get me wrong, looking up at you while she kitten licks your clit before darting her eyes down to zero in on your fluttering hole, labia pulled apart all gentle and soft cause she takes care of you when she's ruining you T^T
She's one of those "To die with a face full of fat pussy would be the best way to go,", especially when you get flustered and bashful at the thought of putting your whole weight on her. But she's strong, brawny and lean and so eager to have her nose pressed to your swollen clit and her mouth almost French kissing your puffy, fat cunt, loud and sloppy and down right something you might hear from a cheap porno. A bit like Ymir, she'll make noises too! Moaning and keening and talking into your sloppy folds, muffled by the pudge and cream dripping into her mouth. Can't get enough of fat pussy, eats it every day cause she swears it keeps her skin looking healthy </3
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honeymaki · 2 years
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pieck loves boopies !!! likes to give yours lil kisses to show how much she loves them 🥺
mhm:(( specially when she catches you in the bathroom while the shower's warming up, looking down at yourself and cupping your tits, wobbling them about, squeezing them a bit, shivering when you brush your oversensitive nipples, sighing at the sag and the veins decorating them. Pieck comes over, shushing your sniffles and kissing the tears that gather in your lashes, hands cupping your waist and smoothing up your rib cage, fingers dancing under your tits for a moment until you open your eyes, nodding in consent.
Her hands are so warm, so soft, small with long fingers but short thumbs, a simple grey band shining on her right index and her nails are the prettiest navy blue, long and almond shaped. She holds you gently, staring at you, gazing into your eyes and never looking down, not even when she bows her back and presses a feather light kiss to the crest of each breast, then to the outer swells and then just above your puffy nipples. Pieck is so gentle with you, setting off maybe another round of tears, or simply lulling you into a warm comfort. She doesn't care for the faint smell of your work clothes, or the drag of sweat between your breasts; all she care about is showing you, proving to you how much she loves your pretty pretty tits<33
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honeymaki · 3 years
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I can only imagine nobara making you sit on her face and having you wear thigh highs doing so. she would purposely grip onto your thighs so you don’t escape
Warnings: face sitting, chubby reader, pet play
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nobara loves kissing and nipping the little pudgy fat that the socks squeeze at the top of your thighs:(( drags you down harder on to her face and growls, she growls for you to hold on to the headboard cause all she wants is for you to grind down on her tongue and lips, smear your slick and cum over the bottom half of her face. 
“So pretty puppy,” her words vibrate through you, feeling them rather than hearing them and they almost make you collapse, mouth opening and eyes heavy as you look down at her in a reflection of your own pleasure, “Keep going, keep going,”
she’s babbling, you both know it but so are you, only you’re wordless and hardly making sense with the mewls and whimpers she tears from your throat with every devilish flick and lathe of her tongue. sometimes she’s rough, circling her entire face into your puffy cunt with lewd slurps and sprays of your slick; and sometimes she’s slow, achingly hard with precise sealings of her lips around your clit when she knows you’re close to cumming. but her fingers are always secured tightly around the tops of your thighs, hardly caring for the damp patch soaking her own underwear, simply focusing on the soft thin skin of your upper legs and how they curve to your hips and down to your cunt. the socks contrast so prettily against your skin, a colour she picked out and presented to you in the hopes of maybe seeing you prance about the apartment in an over sized t-shirt like she’d seen in the movies.
but then you’d shyly emerged from the bedroom wearing only those socks, and the skittish look in your eye and the way you huffed when one of them started to roll down had Nobara leaping from the sofa with flushed cheeks and wet lips. 
lips that opened over your pussy and smacked at your soaked folds, tongue prodding deep and flattening over your clit, throbbing against her taste buds. 
“cum for me puppy, come on, that’s a good girl,” she moves away for a second to say those words, replacing her tongue with two fingers, curling up and forward, thrusting hard and fast and in that sharp way you crave every night when she’s away. there’s no holding back the frantic grind and bounce of your hips, clit catching on her pointed nose and slamming your hand down above her head in an attempt to gain some traction to chase your orgasm. it’s within reach, seconds way, tightening in your belly and making your thighs shake around her head, squeezing and trembling with every mean twist of her fingers. 
“There, there! ‘bara please! wanna - right there!”
you cum with the bite of her nails into your thigh and the howl that leaves you in nothing less than pornographic, shaking and clenching and fluttering with every wave she draws out of you. god, it must be minutes before you calm down, slow your grinding and allow your girlfriend to breathe and hear properly, unclenching your thighs and huffing out a giggle at the funny lines imprinted at the sides of her face. but - she’s not laughing with you. Nobara looks - she still looks as hungry as she did when you shyly crawled up her torso fifteen minutes ago. 
hungry for you, and your thighs clad in those pretty pretty stockings clasped around her head, tightening her grip on your legs and craning her neck, eyes focused on the fluttering and pulsing of your cunt. 
“Do it again puppy - this time, make it messy for me,”
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honeymaki · 3 years
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╰⊱♥⊱╮ღ꧁ I think that Yelena would adore having a chubby little girlfriend to dote on and turn into a mindless pet; bouncing you up and down on her strap in the middle of the bed and pawing at your tits cause they look so glorious sagging and swaying with every frenzied thrust of her hips. She prides herself on being stoic and mean and cold but when it comes to dragging your plush, dimpled thighs up around her shoulders and parting the fat lips of your cunt to dive straight to your fluttering hole; Yelena looses herself for a moment and moans louder than you will ever hear her, all from the rivulets of cum streaming down her chin, from the cushioning of your thighs around her head and the quivering of your belly with every jab of her tongue against your clit. ꧂ღ╭⊱♥≺
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honeymaki · 3 years
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Pieck can’t help but get a little bit turned on when you wear a short flowy dress because it means she can see the way your pillowy thighs clench together when she licks her lips, the way they flatten out when you sit down, the way she can see the way the fabric of your dress pulls ever so slightly over your hips. Poor baby, it’s not her fault just that morning you were squeezing those thighs around her hand as she fucked three fingers into your needy silken cunt, every time she sees how they flex and ripple when you walk; she can’t help but remember how soft they were when you quivered through your orgasm:((
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