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ellabscrush · 1 month

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— fucking you behind the screen.

thinking about getting pounded by your gamer girlfriend’s strap while unmuted..

pairings; gamer!ellie williams x reader

cw; men and minors don’t interact, making out, strap use, breeding kink, agoraphilia, r uses “daddy” to ellie once, language, dom!ellie, sub!reader.

ways you can help, boycott, do not support neil.

“jesse the fuck was that?” ellie laughs at the guy behind the mic when he missed the shot.

“dina, get him!” she shouted, “fuck yeah!”

your girlfriends excessive cursing and yelling across the room made you snap out of your phone while scrolling on tiktok, wondering if she was about to break her setup right about now.

it was mid winter and the apartment was freezing so you threw on a zip up over your top underneath, feeling the warm athmosphere disappearing from your body as you walked out your room.

“holy shit els, it’s freezing” you said shivering tensely towards the living room, but she didn’t hear you.

“took out your friend.. fucking cunt.”

not gonna lie, her little frustrated grunts and insults were very attractive, you thought. you stared at her hands switching in between buttons, her eyes glued on the screen showing her focus, manspreading enough room for you to eat her out down there.. she looked too good.

you plopped yourself on to the couch, loud enough to make her turn over, pausing her activity. she sets down her headphones and took a long look at you.

she lays back on her chair, “hey you,” she sighs.

“you almost done?” you asked, desperate for some attention.

“almost,” she replies, “this game is pissing me off anyway.”

you smiled, having a silent moment between the two of you. there was a familiar tension, but unsure wether you should go along. ellie kept scanning you up and down like she hadn’t seen you in forever, technically she hadn’t since she’d been playing all day.

“you need somethin?” you asked with confused expression.

“do i look like i need something?” she teased, licking her lips.

you shrugged, shyly looking down as you we’re hiding the redness forming in your face. you couldn’t act normal around her when she looked this good, i mean she always looks good. you soon got up from the couch, walking towards your girlfriend, giving her a long wet kiss.

“you should take this off” she insisted while tugging at your zipper, her tone switching making you go insane.

ellie, being her clumsy self, didn’t mute.

“get a room!” jesse and dina yells from the speaker, unaware the two could listen to you both smothering eachother.

“shut up,” she pulls down the mic, “i’ll get on soon.”

you burried yourself in the crook of her neck from embarrassment and laughed. she pulled you in for a deeper kiss, pulling up your one thigh and the other on to her lap.

“can we make this quick?” ellie asks making you confused, “take this shit off,” she demanded quietly, making sure her friends doesn’t hear.

“just mute it ellie,” you giggled in between the kisses.

she lets out another smirk, this time having an idea behind it.

she whispers in your ear that made you shiver a bit hearing her talk in such a dirty way as she fills you in on her plan. contemplating her genius yet scary idea, you couldn’t help but feel the adrenaline rushing up on you. it turned you on and so you agreed.

“suck.”

ellie puts her middle and ring finger in your wet mouth, prepping it with your saliva before it goes in you. she turns her chair towards her pc, leaving a bit of room for you.

“stream your screen,” she speaks into the mic, “i’ll just watch you both from here.”

a few minutes later, her strap was going in and out behind you, making you cry just trying to keep your moans in. back arched and both hands on the rim of the table infront of you as ellie make your stomach turn.

“shh, can’t let them hear you now.”

“mmph.. so deep..” you whimpered.

at this point you were barely clothed, nipples poking through the see through, thin fabric of your bra. ellie gropping your perky tits as hard as she wanted, you were hers. she could do whatever she wanted.

her hips moving faster and faster, holding yourself up with just two grips on her white desk. her praises for keeping quiet were not helping, it made you even louder.

“you look so slutty right now,” she basically drooled, “asking to get fucked under that jacket?”

“y-yes” you say quietly, “fuck daddy.”

the name made ellie flustered. her hand grabbing your jaw while your mouth was hanging open dry, she stared at the long silicone disappearing inside of you.

“ellie- i cant-“ you squeeled as you tried reaching her arms, begging for some gentleness.

“yes you can,” she whispers in your ear, “be a good girl and let me fuck you in secret, okay?”

you didn’t say anything, you couldn’t, so you just nodded. ellie kissed down your neck to your shoulder as a reward for listening, being a good girl just for her.

“gonna fuckin’ breed you..” ellie muttered in your ear, “being s-such a good mama for me.”

it started getting rough, more than before. the image in your head of what you two looked like right now, or even getting caught by her friends made you more horny. your body started shuttering and the familiar feeling of pleasure in your thighs took over.

“please baby..” you moaned trying to keep your composure.

“faster?” she asked knowing the answer, “yeah i know you want it faster, love.”

your girlfriend started pounding you like crazy while firmly gripping your swollen ass.

“perfect fucking ass sucking it in.. godd.”

the little action figures on the desk falling, table hitting the wall, making you realize how loud you two were being.

“mm ellie too much..” you whined, “please slow down!”

suddenly, she couldn’t take your begging anymore. as much as she loved hearing you, she had to shut you up. her hands quickly covered your mouth, “quit talking,” she growled.

“you have to keep it down, can you do that?” she raises her eyebrow while making eye contact with you, basically making this harder for you purposely.

“answer my fucking question. do you want me to stop?”

“no.. els no,” was all you could mumble out, “fuckk”

that last moan alerted the two on the other side of the screen, luckily ellie saved it.

“yo ellie you good?” jesse asks, “uh yeah! just bumped my knee.”

“idiot,” he laughed.

that was close. your quick taps on her hand covering your mouth lured her attention back on you, begging with teary eyes to cum. ellie was full in lust looking at you being a needy whore bent over.

she took the palm of he hand out and put her thumb in your mouth while continuing to pound you hard. your mumbled words were frustrating her, “words baby, words.”

she pushes you back towards her chest, “need your cum..” you begged looking up at her, “fuck me please.”

with that, your wishes came true as she railed you deep and faster. making you reach your climax with every thrust coming in and out of your hole.

“ellie!-“

“shut it,” she covers your mouth again aggressively, slapping your ass with one free hand. the gesture secretly making you more close to orgasming.

“that’s my slut getting fucked behind for everyone to hear.”

you couldn’t help yourself but moaned, not even caring who could hear you at this point.

“yeah?” ellie mocks, “like it that much?”

you nodded. your girlfriend feeling better right about now for letting her take it all out on you over a game.

“i’m fucking cumming.. holy shit,” you pant out of breath, feeling the turns in your stomach and liquid dripping down your thighs.

“i’m gonna cum in you, baby” ellie groaned, “make you.. all mine.”

“yes cum in me oh my god!”

she grabs your shoulders, “take my fucking dick.. f-fuck.”

ellie swore she could feel you, seeing the white ring forming on the strap made her smile just knowing no one else could fuck you this good.

“i love breeding you baby.. fill you up with that warm.. sticky cum, yeah?” ellie continues to please you as you ride out her strap, “goodd girl.. it’s okay mama.”

“els i’m shaking,” you whined, “no more..”

“you did good baby.”

don’t worry, she was actually muted this time.

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les-bee-ians · 6 months

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#cosplayer: Kameno #photographer: BLT #2007 #bee's stuff #darkstalkers #morrigan aensland #cosplay #video game cosplay #90s video games #fighting games #video games #source is 18+

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snowsinterlude · 4 months

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What Weighs in Your Heart.

+18, mdni

(priest coriolanus x f. reader, mdni!)

summary: the priest of panem's church was the one you confided the most, that's the only reason for you to confess your sins every sunday evening, and that's why you always stayed until late at church.

c.w: priest!coriolanus, christian reader, christian guilt, altar sex, slapping, mentions to blowjob, grinding, fingering, squirting, church sex, dirty talk, smut, nsfw, public sex, dacryphilia, degrading, praising, overstimulation, sub reader, religious imagery mentioned, priest kink, praying during sex, sex in public place, mdni!!

the sin - heinrich lossow, 1880.

a piece showing a nun moans and a priest holds her hips. based on the events of the last day of October 1501, where cardinal cesare de borgia, son of Pope Alexander VI, supposedly hosted a decadent dinner party.

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every sunday, you spend your whole evening at the church, always so eager to please your religion and your god, but you knew deep in your heart that this was not your true intention.

you've waited until everybody left the church again, so you could ask father coriolanus to listen to your regrets on the confessionary – that's how far you can remember –, and with your moans echoing through the church and your pussy gushing around his skilled fingers, you cried out in pleasure, hearing his prays.

both of you weren't anywhere near the confessionary, if you looked up you could see the stained glass window with a image of Jesus Christ looking at you, and you'd immediatly look down again, the wet sounds of your cunt echoing through your eardrums.

"that the eyes of your heart may be enlighted, so you can repent for your sins and your place in heaven is reserved." he prayed, his fingers fucking your pussy relentlessly while his other hand held a rosary, praying for you. "tell me what weighs within your heart, my child."

you couldn't even speak an entire phrase without moaning, you didn't have any idea you were so wet and sensitive until the moment he pulled your panties aside.

"you didn't hear me?" he asked, curling his long fingers into your cunt. "confess me your sins."

you gulped down, crying from guilt and pleasure all at once.

"forgive me, f..father, for i have sinned." you started, legs spreading a bit more just so you could be met with a slap on your ass and a finger thrusting into your core. "fuck, father. i-i can't- i can't sp...speak!"

your eyes were closed shut, your mouth opened up to let him hear your squeal once he slapped your butt.

"the church is not a place for you to run your dirty mouth like that." he warned you, taking his fingers out of your core and making you suck on them.

"i'm sorry, father. please forgive me." you said, eyes swelling up with tears as he frowned at you, shaking his head negatively.

"tell me what weighs in your heart, so i can show you the path of god, my dear lamb." he said, both his hands on your hips while you shamelessly whined, grinding your hips on his stiffened dick.

"forgive me, father, for i haven't stopped sinning kn every lord's day and can't stop coming to the church only to sin." you said, your voice sounding to malicious to your liking. you truly hoped god would help you, the guilt in your heart was nothing near the pleasure you experimented on coriolanus's dick. "father, please. i can't stop thinking about you," you admitted, your own hand travelling down your stomach to reach for your swollen clit.

an action that, much to your sadness, was prevented by the priest towering on you. his hand held yours, caging them with the rosemary he held.

"you should know better than to indulge in such a dirty path, little lamb." he said, in a soothing voice while you thrusted back at him, crying for release. "look at you, you're on the right path to become satan's main worshipper. you're so dirty, so stained." you cried upon hearing those words.

"it is not my fault, father, i swear!" you cried out, your core clenching on air as it missed his cock inside you, throbbing inside you while he usually hit your ass. "it's not my fault! i-in god's plan, he made the devil so much stronger than any of those whose flesh is the main pleasure-" he gave you another painful slap, your lips gasping as the tears rolled down your cheek.

"so now it is god's fault that you are such a whore?" he asked you, grinding back at you, you mewled at his words.

"n-no, that was not what i said-"

"it is exactly what you said, lamb. you should watch your words." he said, the stern tone on your voice made you sob.

"i'm sorry, father. i'm sorry, i wasn't thinking straight, i- ah!" you sobbed, feeling the tip of his cock entering your core, your cries were too pleasant for him.

"this is what you wanted, right? this is why you're always here, looking at me with those pleading eyes that are always screaming 'fuck me, father.' isn't that right?" he asked you, a smirk curling into your lips as you nodded pathetically. "you can't help but crave what is not yours to have, can you? even if it's a priest's cock. i bet you fucked more priests in this life than any prostitute." he whispered into your ear, thrusting slowly into your pussy with a tortuous rhythm.

your brain felt too mushed up for you to even talk, so you sticked up with shaking your head negatively, your moans and cries being paused for you to mewl a bunch of no's.

"use your words, you are a bitch, but you're not dumb and nor are you mute." he said, his cock entering you entirely, filling you to the edge as you cried out in pleasure, his hand grabbed your boob aggressively, pinching your nipple as he turned you to face him. "do what i said."

"'m sorry, fa.. father! i'm sorry. i-i didn't fuck any priest other than you, i promise!" you cried out, the tip of his cock teasing your clit before entering you again.

"see? it wasn't that hard speaking up and using your voice for something other than begging for my dick." he said, looking into your eyes, and the smile he gave you was so pretty that you just knew that fucking in missionary would end up with you saying something forbidden, something dirty. he was right, you were stained after all. "you're such a good girl, can't believe you go around with my cum in your pussy looking that innocent." he chuckled.

he put your handcuffed hands on his neck, making you hug his neck before he made one of your legs wrap around him, thrusting into you until his tip teased just the right spot inside you.

"fuck! father, please, keep going!" you begged, crying as your head hide on the curvature of his neck.

he tugged your hair back, making your eyes meet his, the ones you were trying your best to avoid, the ones you knew that once you looked into, you would see the abyss of the fire of hell waiting for you. he leaned closer to you, his face mere inches of yours. he couldn't kiss you, no. it'd make everything worse- but god, his lips looked so pretty. so kissable. you wanted him to, and inside of you, your heart prayed he would. but he didn’t.

"you're so eager." he smiled, groaning as you squeezed his cock between your gummy warm walls and cried while he nibbled om your neck and earlobe. "but you heard what i said about your language. the church is no place for that." he said.

"but you- hah, god! y-you're always cussing around too! y-you called me a whore just two minutes ago!" you cried out, defending yourself in this situation was pathetic.

"because you are one, lamb." he said, chuckling as he kissed your tears on the right corner of your mouth. too close to your lips. "my language can be excused when i'm telling the truth," he paused, growling while his forehead leaned into yours. "your language, however, is just a bunch of fucks."

"f-father, please don't." you said, moaning while trying your best to pull away from his lips.

"'don't', what? 'don't cum inside this time'? 'don't suck on my neck'?" he asked, his eyes boring into yours as he thrusted faster and deeper into you. ah, you always looked so pretty when he fucked you and messed you up, such a slutty mess.

"d..don't kiss me," you said, for his surprise. and he chuckled at you. you could handle fucking a priest but couldn't handle a kiss? how cute. "you're too close to me, y-your lips- i want you to."

"be more specific," he groaned, his hips slapping in yours as his cock hit your cervix and his hand slapped your ass. "you want me to do what, dear?"

"i want you to kiss me." you pleaded, crying from humiliation.

"you told me not to." he said, teasing you as his thumb rubbed on your clit, making your walls squeeze him. he gasped, soft grunts leaving his mouth as he frowned, looking down to see his cock disappearing inside your pussy with each thrust.

"please do. p-please, please." you begged. this wasn't the first time you fucked him, but it would be the first time you kissed him, and in general, it would be the first time you kissed at all. "just this once. j-just today."

"pray." he demanded.

"what? no- not now. it's wrong. it's dirty" you sobbed.

"just like you. pray." he said again, torturing you as he montioned his hips in a slow, steady place. you gulped down, apologizing to jesus mentally before commiting the terrible sin you were about to.

"o-our father, who art in heaven, hallowed by thy name, thy kingdom come-" you cried, your heart heavy with guilt. "t..thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven, give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses." you closed your eyes shut, overstimulation hitting you like a brick as you sobbed.

he begin thrusting faster in you, your voice melting at each rapid thrust that hit your uterus, his cock entering deep inside you, his balls kissing your core as his member throbbed inside you. "keep going." he said, and so you did.

"as we- ugh, coryo! as we forgive, those who- who tre... who trespass against us," you groaned, feeling your climax arriving. you held yourself, prohibiting yourself from cumming in such a time. "and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil,"

he kissed you, his tongue tangled on yours. such a filthy kiss, such a messy kiss, took you over the edge. his hand brought you closer by your waist, fucking you relentlessly while his other hand held your head, kissing you roughly. you came first than him, a wet mess being made on him as you squirt on him, moaning into the kiss as he kept going, cumming inside you right after you.

"a...amen." you finished, shaking as he pulled his cock from you, kissing your tears alway.

"good girl." he said, kissing your temple. you pouted as he cleaned your tears, and after straightening your clothes and pulling his pants back, you were still shaking, your legs trembling from the intense orgasm you just had. "be a good lamb and sit there while i bring you water and clean myself, okay?"

and you nodded obediently, sitting on the first bench you could reach.

he was so gentle to you. so good. your brain thanked heavens that he made you pray during that, even if it was the biggest sin you've commited, you knew that if he hadn't done such a thing, you would tell him you loved him.

fuck, you're a terrible christian. and to think your parents were so proud of you being such a church girl.

tagging: @tiaamberxx

#coriolanus snow x reader #young coriolanus snow #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #young president snow #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow imagine #tbosas smut #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #x reader #18+ mdni #mdni #coriolanus smut #smut #priest.kink #tbosas fanfiction #fanfiction

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goldenpinof · 2 months

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absolutely smitten (insp.)

#i feel ill #dan and phil #daniel howell #amazingphil #phil lester #dan and phil games #danandphilgames #my edits #dnpgames #Dan and Phil Get Married Have Kids and Retire #18:29 #shout out to @cardsagainstdnpg for sending me this tweet

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diapee-girl · 1 month

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Would you wanna join this diapered cutie in some zero build Fortnite?

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saiykik · 1 day

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Android 18 Dragon Ball

#art #digitalart #digitaldrawing #digitalillustration #digitalpainting #anime #drawing #illustration #cute #android 18 #dragon ball #dragon ball z #dbz #manga #retro gaming #videogames

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threadsun · 5 months

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Any hcs for John Doe as a spouse? (Like for instance I totally feel like he'd just take You's last name no matter what their gender is, given that his isn't real and he's so so so in love with them.)

He absolutely does not understand marriage. At all. You have to explain it to him over and over, and he still doesn't really get it by the time your wedding comes around

That doesn't mean he's not enthusiastic, though! He'll use husband, wife, and spouse interchangeably to refer to you unless you tell him not to use one or more of them, and he'll all but stop calling you anything else

He's very proud to tell everyone you two meet that you're married! He shows off his ring and your ring and some other rings he's been collecting because he thinks the more rings you have, the more married you are

Speaking of, he'll give you so many rings. And repeat the wedding vows over and over. He wants to be as married to you as he possibly can be!

He's 100% convinced that married couples aren't legally allowed to be separated. It's his right as your spouse to spend every waking moment by your side!

You're going to be coming home to a lot more presents, also :3

#sweater-sloot #john doe game #john doe x reader #john doe headcanons #18+ only #sunshine #gn!reader

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probablybadrpgideas · 11 days

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Book of Vile Darkness has been knocked down to a U rating and can no longer contain swears, graphic content or threatening imagery.

#rpg #roleplaying game #D&D #Fantasy #item idea #Ironically the Book Of Exalted Deeds is rated 18+ and can say fuck as much as it likes

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murdrdocs · 5 months

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Katniss and you a career victor from a previous year just fighting it out, between the sheets. I mean bumping each other until the other crying.

-🐜

it seems like lately, katniss has been slowly abandoning her morals. at least, to her. first, willingly taking a trip to the capitol. then indulging in all the luxuries she’d previously despised. and possibly the worst of all, fraternizing with you.

but what she’s doing now is much more than fraternization. she wishes she could blame her actions on the fizzy drinks she’d been sipping throughout the night. but they did nothing but upset her stomach, not having any affect on her happiness or walking pattern. this, was all her.

the grind of her cunt against yours was all her. the forced way she held your legs open with her hands was all her. the longing and determined way she stared into your eyes was all her.

yet, katniss refused to completely submit to the moment. because despite the euphoria the bump of your cunts together was giving her, she still disliked you.

your brazen attitude as you won your games. the confident and carless way you marched through the capitol, as if you were just some common celebrity and not a washed up victor just as her. as if you were one of them, and not district.

spurred by newly found anger, katniss increases the pressure of her grinds. harsh pushes forward and even harsher pulls back. her blunt nails dig into your skin, her other hand presses further on your inner thigh, increasing the distance between your two limbs until you’re wincing.

at first, you’re taking it. a little too well, in katniss’ mind. she expected you to fight back. to argue maybe or resist. your compliance naively makes her smile.

she doesn’t even get to complete the gesture before she’s on her back, the reigns taken out of her capable hands and put into yours as you change the pace completely. instead, slow, languid pushes and pulls that provide almost no friction. almost, as katniss still catches the occasional glide against her clit.

she groans, and it comes out as more like a growl.

your smile is completed, and it’s fucking triumphant. it makes katniss seethe.

she thrusts a hand out and wraps it around your throat. you don’t react negatively, instead letting your eyes roll back and your hips speed up. you wrap a hand around katniss’ wrist, not pulling our applying any pressure at all, just decorating her skin like a bracelet would.

she applies pressure and you whine. she cants her hips up a little more and you wince. she uses her other hands to tweak at your nipples and then you’re sniffling, and when katniss squints a little, she sees thin lines glide down your face.

she finds it interesting. she finds it even more interesting when you let her pull you down, your eyes opening when your noses are pressed together.

and the thing katniss finds most interesting, is the way she’s quick to obey you when you purr out, “kiss me.”

#–𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 🐜#dont think abt the timeline #just know she’s 18 #and the games r over #katniss everdeen x reader #katniss everdeen #katniss everdeen x you #katniss everdeen smut

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miffybug · 7 months

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#animal crossing #animal crossing wild world #animal crossing new leaf #animal crossing new horizons #ds #ds lite #3ds #2ds #video game #video games #aesthetic #y2k #I found these pics i made when i was like 18 lol

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des111ree · 1 year

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·˚ ༘ “Late night library studies” // SEBASTIAN SALLOW

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18+ !!

Pairings: sebastian sallow x reader

Warnings !: SMUT. public intimacy, BUILDUP, hand job, fingering, remote m!begging, MINOR foot (sock on) play, bulging, f!switch/m!switch, m!dom (mostly), 18+ characters. (This one's quite long so buckle in!)

Summary: y/n & Sebastian find themselves stuck in Ominis’ rambles again whilst seeking for studies. Regret & bore fill them to the core , but y/n finds better ways to entertain them both…

Word count: 4533

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Silent yawns escape my mouth as Ominis has found himself stuck, yet again, rambling on about our N.E.W.T.S and what we should be doing to prepare.

Sure, I and Sebastian came to him about this willingly, but who knew we'd still be here 3 hours later, half of the time full of sheer complaining and stressing.

Well, we did. But it didn't seem as bad in the moment..

I puff my lips out and pierce my eyebrows together at Sebastian, expressing my regret. He responds by rolling his eyes at Ominis' endless rant, shutting them in shared exhaust.

I'd 100% usually be fallen asleep by now, but with Sebastian here, the frequent brush of his knee against mine kept me awake.

I stretch my arms up with a bend of my elbow to regain my strength, but the grip of my fingers grow weak, dropping the fountain pen I held in my hand onto the floor.

My foot seemed to have kicked at just the right time, because I felt my pen bounce off the toe of my shoe, landing farther beneath the desk.

I groan at the realization, rubbing my eyes before I get up and slide lazily under the desk. My whole body is cramped from sitting here for so long, knowing when Ominis' verbiage will end... Who knows.

"What are you doing?" Ominis pauses in the middle of his complaining, wondering what all the commotion and movement of the desk was about.

"I dropped my fountain pen." I respond, not expecting an answer in return as he supports my factor by continuing on his rant.

I shake my head with a small smile, kneeling under the desk, eventually having to go on all fours to be able to be in reach of the pen.

Just as I carried my hand out to grab it, Sebastians' shoe brushes in front of the pen, plugging my reach. He drags it back under his chair with the toe of his shoe, causing me to roll my eyes.

I crawl further toward beneath his chair, my knees lightly bruising due to the hard floors.

But just as I went to grab it, again, his measures deter me from doing so.

Except this time at the sense of his contact.

His finger brushes across my temple, gradually dragging the hair which hung in my face, behind my ear. My breath hitches in my throat, driving my whole body to freeze at his touch. My stomach flips as I look up at him hesitantly, ingesting the lump in my throat before our gaze is conveyed.

Immediately tension sparks up like crazy, provoking my chest to heat up and my heart to race. The position of which I'm in stains me nervous, not recognizing how close I am to his crotch.

We both seem to gape open our mouths in a shared heavy exhale due to the way he was looking down at me and I was looking up at him.

He blinks twice quickly whilst looking away, his chest displaying his breathing's gotten heavier. My teeth gnaw at my bottom lip as I look away, ultimately seizing the fountain pen.

He pushes the palms of his hands against his thighs downward in a stress. But when I went to move my view back onto him, something else jammed my vision.

The considerable bulge in his suit pants meet my eye, his hand sliding down slowly in an endeavor to cover it discreetly. Once I look back up at his face, red is STAINED all over, his spotted freckles painted additionally defined.

His jaw is clenched hard and has his tongue resting at the roof of his mouth in an attempt to keep himself together, avoiding eye contact.

I return back to my seat, clearing my throat as I sit down. I fix my skirt which rested over my legs with a few pats, sliding my hands down them in thought.

Both of my throbbing heartbeats make it hard to sit suitably, especially my second one, clenching my thighs jointly and modifying my position uncomfortably.

I find myself chewing on my lip a lot harder, deciding to act. I taste the blood rushing to my lip, it not stopping me from biting any harder.

I scoot back and look over at Sebastian, who's feigning to listen to Ominis by providing frail, half-assed replies in order to mask his embarrassment. It was obvious he was avoiding eye contact, still making himself very aware of my actions in his peripheral vision.

I look away and lift up my left leg, my skirt lifting and exposing more than just enough of my underwear. I notice him look my way in the corner of my eye, almost instantly returning his view back onto Ominis in small panic. His leg begins to bounce more and more the additionally nervous he gets.

Suddenly so timid.. I thought to myself with a smile, unlacing my shoe.

Ominis found himself stuck in thought, buying me time.

Acting on my lust... Publicly... Good idea? No. But there's no stopping me now.

My leg returns to the floor, scooting myself back into the table. My hands slide on each side of my hips, fixing my skirt once again as my right foot slips my loose, untied shoe off.

I rest my cheek in the palm of my hand, carelessly sliding my socked foot up just above his ankle. I rub my foot up slowly, progressing a bit higher, lifting the hem of his pants up slightly.

I press my lips together as I rub the side of my neck, pretending to listen to Ominis just as Seb did.

"What do you presume is considerably mandated regarding a passing grade?" I ask Ominis, being entirely transparent toward my acting of 'doing nothing' to Sebastian.

My leg slowly makes its way up to Sebastians' knee, now FEELING his eyes carving into mine. I don't return his gaze, but that doesn't stop him from staring. I'm 'bout at my limit from as far as my leg can stretch onto his, so I just continuously rub it on the side of his knee slowly.

But once he finally looks away, he pushes his chair more into the table, as much as he can, giving himself to me fully.

Now that he's in reach, excitement & nerves fill my chest, needing my desperation to be fulfilled. But now that I know he gave himself to my reach willingly, I can mess around. Drive us both off the border.

Let's see if he's as up to game as I am..

Finally my foot glides up his thigh, stopping just before his print, causing his back to straighten in edge. He begins to bounce his other leg in anticipation, darting his eyes my way again, coldly.

This time our eyes meet, and he nearly pleads with his mere gaze, trying to figure my next move. Just as I'm about to slip my foot off of him, his wrist forms a fast, and tight grip around my ankle, pulling me back into my old spot. Thankfully, we weren't far enough away from each other for this to cause me to slip.

He doesn't let go of my foot, loosening the grip to move his hand to the side of my ankle, sliding up my leg. His fingers then brush lightly onto my skin, past the end of my black sock. The tips of his fingers glide softly and slowly up my leg, 0 pressure enlisted.

Our skin-to-skin contact sends bolts up my spine, tingling sensations initiating like a ball of spark in my gut.

The delicate brush of his fingers originate goosebumps like a trail, based on the navigation of him tracing up my leg. I accidentally let out a faint whine, already withering under the touch of his mere fingertips. I'm not as vital as I'd believed.

His eyebrows raise at the minuscule noise that came from me, slightly tilting his head to the left, as in question of 'what was that?'. I allow my teeth to sink into my bottom lip as a small growing grin plastered his face.

Is this a game..?

His hand slips under my thigh, causing me to clearly bite down on my lip harder, straightening my back with shakier-than-before breaths.

I look away, taking my foot off of his leg, causing his hand to slip away from mine.

He was leaned into the table in order to reach my thigh, but his naturally long arms and hands made it easier for him. He stayed in this position, bringing his newly released arm above the desk, resting his elbow on it.

Ominis never really persisted this lengthy, but N.E.W.T.S seemed to frighten him on a whole other level. He was more so worrying and studying with himself rather than us, so it was known we didn't have to answer or talk with him as frequently as usual. We were just there for support at this point.

Sebastian decided to use this to his advantage, standing himself up to walk over and sit next to me. He was sat dangerously close to me, separating his legs into a man spread. His leg brushed up against mine, my gut flinching at the contact.

He was getting needier and needier every minute that passed without any kind of touch or interaction toward him. As much as I did that purposely just to drive him off the edge, it was making me just as desperate as him. Almost.

He hums in frustration next to me, resting his cheek in the palm of his hand as he began bouncing his leg in anticipation again.

Not one word was said between the two of us in a good 20 minutes, and all I wanted was to be breathless in his ear, maybe somewhere alone.

I swallow the lump in my throat in reaction to all the completely unholy thoughts swarming my mind.

The sudden feel of Sebastians' finger brushing past my thigh again instantly make my cheeks go hot. I press my lips together harshly, the higher his fingers trace. His hand lifts up to slip over mine, which was resting on the top of the desk, carrying it over to his leg. He guides my hands over to his thigh, stopping right before his bulge.

I take a shaky breath, not facing his way. He leans over until I feel his breath hovering right next to my neck, speaking up. "Don't do that. Touch me."

His words drive my heart to sink into my stomach, a swarm of all types of butterflies flying in my gut bring me physically ill, but in the best way there is.

My gaze fixates onto Ominis, him being too invested in reading over his studybooks to have any idea of what's going on. I raise my chin a tad higher, swallowing the 20th lump in my throat of the day.

Sebastian exhales, almost in a whine, next to me, causing my breath to act up again. He fiddles beside me, adjusting his pants uncomfortably due to the raging boner risking to escape his tight bottoms.

He tries to guide my hands over his print again, but once he gets a little too close I shoot him a glare, causing him to stop. His hand grows warm on top of mine, his mere eyes pleading me. It's his turn to swallow the lump in his throat, feeling weak for begging, but his desperation gets the best of him. "Please, please touch me." He almost hesitates as he whispers, but he's tired of the wait.

I clench my jaw, knowing I'm giving in. I look at the library around us as I move my hand onto his print, examining the people around us. Which was nobody.

Ominis was mumbling to himself as he felt over the magical braille of his textbook, the corner we were in completely empty, not a person in sight anywhere around us.

That didn't matter anyway, my hand was under the desk and out of anyone's sight as I began to slowly stroke the bulge in his suit pants.

I feel his dick twitch in his pants at my touch, showing me how bad he's been throbbing for me all day, only at the mere rub of my foot or look of my face.

His mouth hangs open as soon as my hand glided over it, his breathing pace already picking up. He mouths the word 'fuck' as he barely tilts his head back, his needs finally being fulfilled slightly overwhelming him.

I try to contain the shock through my body with how large it felt in my grip, doing my best to keep my breath at a steady pace. I've been thinking about this for way too long.

I can see it on his face there's so much he wants to say, and so many noises he wants to make, but he conceals them due to our friend at the end of the table just in front of us.

His hearing majorly makes up for his loss of eyesight, but thank merlin for his distractions, or else who knows what he would've heard.

I pick up the rate on my through-the-pants stroking, him piercing his lips together to conceal any noises he longs to make. I soon bring my fingers up to his flyer, fiddling with it as I lean into his ear. My lips nearly brush over the lobe of his ear, whispering in it.

"You want more?" My heart races a bit faster with every word I whisper, scared it may not be quiet enough. Sebastian nods slowly, breathing heavily through his mouth at the longing anticipation. The nod of his head causes my nose to brush against his ear, my face getting closer to the side of his.

"How bad?" I ask quietly, my whisper almost at an unheard level of low. I examine his face, noticing he almost immediately pressed his lips together harshly at my question. His eyebrows knitted jointly as he clenched his jaw, taking a moment before answering.

He slightly moves his face toward mine, but not entirely, or else our faces would bump into each other. Our eyes meet, the tension thickening throughout the air.

"Don't do that, c'mon." His voice hears raspy and low, slight embarrassment peering through. He hated begging and that was easy to tell, it made him feel small. That never stops him though.

But me.. I love whiney, beggy men. But I also love men who know what they want and aren't shy about it. Which is exactly him all at once.

I just wanted to hear it from him one more time. I've been yearning to hear how bad he needs me for years. Literal years. Just once more and I'll happily give myself to him.

Before I can answer him he keeps his gaze on mine, strictly, causing me to forget my words. But instead, he speaks up for me. "You want this as bad as I do. I wanna hear you beg if I am." he responds breathlessly, his eyes darting between my eyes and my lips, his parted.

Our heads tilt, leaning into each other slowly. Both of our mouths are gaped open, lips parted. We no longer look each other in the eye, our gaze directly placed onto each others lips.

Our heads cock to the side in order to place our mouths at a certain direction of which would perfectly joint like a puzzle piece, but whenever our lips would almost brush against each other, I'd back away, causing him to continue leaning in.

He groans quietly to himself at the frustration of not being able to feel my lips against his. All I can think of when I look at his; is how soft yet passionate our kiss would be, yearning to glide my lips against his like rich silk.

But I was stubborn. It feels as though we had a game going, and I didn't want to lose. I wish to tease him until I drive him mad, having him beg on his knees in front of the whole library just for me to touch him again. But of course, he was just as stubborn. And realistically, I could never imagine him doing that. Or- I surely could... But, he wouldn't.

It didn't bother me. I just wanted to see how far this could go, regardless of MY desperation as well. Utter, desperation.

"Quit teasing me, y/n." His voice goes surprisingly dominant, honestly impressing me with how he can go from whiney and beggy to tough and demanding. But that was just Sebastian. And the switch in me was confused and slightly tweaked, but nonetheless going absolutely feral.

"Or what" I whisper back in an identical tone, gaining his eyes to lowen in a cold manner. "You'll regret it... That you will." he finishes, sending one last glance to my lips before leaning away from my face.

I wondered how he could gain back his courage and overall sanity after I've been, well- trying at least, to throw him off edge. What happened to needing me to touch him?

I hum in response, almost jumping at the voice of Ominis aside from us.

"Can you go one hour without threatening each other?"

"When we're stuck listening to you for the remaining three hours, undoubtedly." Sebastian responds rather quickly, unstartled.

"Sebastian, I require your assistance. I'm doubtful this was translated correctly." Ominis requests at the sound of his voice. I look over to Sebastian who looks at me, hinting to stand up.

I get up to move out of his way, allowing him to scoot down the bench to be seated in front of Ominis.

But once I stand up and begin to scoot in front of Sebastian off the bench, I feel his arm wrap around my waist from behind, his hand resting on my stomach, lightly pulling me down onto his lap. I softly gasp at the feel of his large print on my ass, grabbing his arm.

"I'm rather occupied studying a book, Ominis." He denies Ominis, His arm wrapping around my waist with a harder grip. I feel his breath suddenly by my ear, driving me to turn my head away from the heated breath a bit.

"You're gonna listen to me now." Sebastian orders as I just sigh in defeat. Of course, I lost in my own game.

Sebastian adjusts his hips more comfortably, causing me to squirm in his lap. I lift my ass off the hard boner I happen to be seated on, but he immediately drags me back onto him.

He grabs the book I suggested to him earlier in the week, and opens it to where he left off. He handles the book in his left hand, and me in the other.

His hand makes its way to my thigh, immediately bringing it up to my hip, where the strap of my underwear sat. He pulled his finger away from my hip, the strap of my underwear going along with it until he let go, snapping at my tender skin.

A small, muffled whimper escapes my pierced lips, planting a grin on his face. Our cheeks were pressed together, permitting me to feel the broad smirk across his face, making me huff.

I slide my hand on top of his, bringing it down my underwear. He stops my hand by refusing to allow his to follow mine.

"Please, we don't have time." I whisper breathlessly, my eyebrows curved up in desperation. I found myself beginning to worry about the time, knowing curfew.

I hear Sebastian growl with his throat, bringing his hand all the way down my underwear. He doesn't make any pit stops as I already feel his fingers separate as soon as they meet my lips, parting them.

The touch of his fingers playing with me, drive me insane. Shivers travel far up my spine at his touch, not giving me a moment to breathe whilst he already motions circular around my clit. He doesn't hit it, but that's purposefully to drive me off edge, maybe swiping past it here and there.

My legs squirm in need, endeavoring to conceal my complaints and whines. I grip his large forearm harder, venting my frustration. As bad as he wants to hear me plead and complain, he knows we can't.

I wish I could circle myself around him and rest my knees beside his hips, taking him in me as much as possible, riding him til we can't take it anymore.

His fingers rub up and down my slit, before almost instantly pushing both of his fingers into me, my walls immediately gripping around him tightly, fogging up my past thoughts.

I slam my palm into the bench on which we sat, shaking it slightly. He flips a page on his book with one hand, the other already deep in me. I don't know what his reasoning was to even have his book out at all, but my body is overflowing with all types of unprocessed emotions, still lingering from just minutes before everything to even care.

I notice Ominis glare up from his book toward our side of the table, opening his mouth to say something but stops himself, shaking his head whilst continuing to glide his finger across the magically brailled pages once again.

I close my eyes in both relief and pleasure, Gripping the front of the bench harder the faster Sebastians' fingers pump into me.

"Slo-" I try to tell him to go slower, but my words come out slurred and extremely slow. I give up because I find it too hard to maintain quietness, a small, low whimper escaping my lips in quit.

I drop the side of my head against his, our cheeks mashing together. He smiles at my attempt to speak, moving his face to be in my ear, feeling his lips glide against my cheek whilst doing so.

"We don't have time. Said it yourself." He whispers raspily directly in my ear, his tone heard daring and dominant. The number of curse words swarming in my head makes it incredibly hard to not voice out loud.. And moaning his name in my head is a little awkward... I wish I could do it in his ear. I wish I could show him how badly I need this, to my full extent.

He doesn't move his face, burying it in my neck and hair as he goes harder, faster. His fingers are far too deep inside of me for any noises to escape, but from my mouth, is a different story. I bring my arm around his shoulder, digging my nails into his suit uniform in order to conceal any noises that might make their way out.

The sensation of pure ecstasy and euphoria rise in me, becoming crazily overwhelming, my heart beat racing like no other. I've been rocking against his lap the whole time in rhythm with his fingers mashing inside me, without notice. His breath is a lot hotter and faster against my neck, and I feel him sew his lips shut, trying just as desperately as me to stay quiet. This helps me realize he's most likely getting off just as I am, the slight wet feel of pre-cum peering through his thick pants on my ass confirms my assumption.

He buries his head further into my neck, nibbling and sucking at my skin. I feel as if my heart is literally going to beat out of my chest, my breathing pace at its speed limit as I hit my peak, this euphoric feeling spreading throughout my whole body, causing my legs to shake uncontrollably above him. My leg hits the table harshly, but Ominis and what he was doing wasn't even on my mind, so I didn't care to look over at all.

I swallow my deep breaths, throwing my knees together in overwhelm as I disguise quieted whines from behind my jointed lips.

I do my best to be as quiet as possible, but him still pumping his fingers into me, along with his thumb rubbing against my clit throws me even further overboard, his hand slipping over my mouth just in time as I let out a muffled "fuck".

I feel wet fabric against my ass, guessing Sebastian came just about when I did.

He's breathing directly in my ear, keeping my pussy just as wet as before, possibly even more. My clit pulses intensely, and regardless of the relief in me, I yearned for more. Way more.

He finally slips his fingers out of me after we both catch our breath, the two of us looking over at Ominis to see his doings.

To our surprise he was knocked out on top of his book, his wand still in his hand.

Sebastian puts both of his hands on my waist, placing me off of him and back onto the bench. I can't control the whimper that leaves my mouth due to the sudden pressure of seating down so harshly on my pained, sensitive clit.

I turn my view over to Sebastian, noticing the mess of me on his pants, along with his beneath them, peering through.

"Merlin.." he says to himself breathlessly due to the thick puddle on his lap, adjusting his crotch as comfortably as possible.

I hum at the sight, causing Sebastian to turn his head toward me.

"Satisfied?" I regain my ability to speak, my words coming out breathless and raspy. My chest beats harshly due to my breathing, as his does the same.

"Not yet." He responds in the same heavy breath, slipping his hand around my waist, pulling me closer to him and kissing me hard, an unexplainable noise coming out muffled due to the sudden harshness, my whole body gone sensitive.

But the kiss.. Almost just as I expected. Passionate and glided just like rich silk, except hard and slightly aggressive. But I fucking loved it. His lips swallowed mine as I part my lips, deepening the kiss. His hand found the back of my neck, losing our breath nearly completely as he deepens it even more by pulling me harder into him, finally letting go to regain the air in our lungs.

My heart rate never slowed down, as it never did whenever I was by him. Tonight was intense, but not intense enough. I need him in me.

"Satisfied now?" I asked whilst attempting to stand up, my legs still twitching, making it hard to keep my balance. I feel his hand slip up my back in support before he stepped away from the table.

"Mmm." he hums in response, shrugging in unsureness. I use the table for support as I walk by with him at the corner of the table, going to wake up Ominis and get going.

"What do you need.." I roll my eyes, limping over to the side as he brushed past me. He leaned down into my ear, for like the 20th time in the hour, to respond.

"I need to be in you.." He says lowly, not in a whisper, but it's raspy and soft. He throws his robe over his shoulder as he walks over to Ominis, patting him on his back gently to get him up.

His words hit my core, causing my second heartbeat to pulse HARD, my knees going weak and causing me to stumble, using the table to hold me back up. Good god, the affect he has on me is crazy.

Sebastian ties his Slytherin robe around the front of his crotch after waking up Ominis, causing me to chuckle a bit.

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A/N: Did I end this off on a rushed note? I'm so sorry if I did, I always find myself more invested in writing the build up LMFAO, and I'm just desperate to post this so I did slightly rush a bit, but if its that bad I can go back and edit it if needed.

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lilac-hecox · 5 months

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snowsinterlude · 4 months

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doll parts.

(coriolanus snow x bella baxter!reader)

summary: having been brought back to live recently, you seemed to have lost your memories and still had a lot to re-learn. with that being said, you were personally intrigued by whatever 'fucking' is. luckily, coriolanus knew exactly how to teach you.

based on this ask.

c.w: horror (based in frankenstein and poor things), smut, coriolanus snow, nymphomaniac behavior (on the part of reader), spitting, p in v, porn with plot, rough sex, slapping (m. recieving), overstimulation, angry sex, squirting, edging, creampie, unproctected sex, innocent reader, naïve behavior, dumbification. casca highbottom is mentioned but he's not the main focus, 'virginity' loss, there's gonna be a lot of 'of course's" here

with the shocks of the electricity running through your new brain, you had opened your eyes to the sight of casca highbottom, a scientist who wanted to prove the point that he could bring people back to life.

of course, playing god wasn't exactly allowed, but what does corruption doesn't do?

with a white curly lock in your lustrous hair being something new to your forgotten appearance, you stared at the man in front of you, whom claimed to be your father. and of course he wasn't. he wanted to prove a point; this point being that he could create the perfect woman and shape her into the submissive obedient element you were supposed to become.

you didn't like that idea, and on the first minute he looked somewhere other than you when he brought you to see the outside world, you ran away, wanting to learn whatever you had to learn without the chains that casca highbottom had you in.

it didn't took long for you to come across coriolanus snow, a renowed academy student who was always against highbottom's experiments in dead people and animals. and he was so gentle to you, probably because of your doe heterochromatic eyes (another result of highbottom's tests on your previously dead body), or probably because of your innocent smile and the way your experience with the dead of living beings was killing mosquitoes and butterflies, saying that "there is no meaning for me to let this thing live if it annoys me."

of course, he took that out of your head with the argument that "then, if i, someday end up annoying you, would you kill me?" and you seemed to thought for a long while (that was his concern and the moment he gulped down), shaking your head, but saying "if you gave me anything other than kisses and books and shelter, i would." and he laughed at the way you said that, your eyes almost jumping out of your skull, always so sickeningly wide. you were so naïve, he truly wanted to open your kull, unspool your brain and sifting through it, trying to catch and pin down whatever it was that passed through your head.

he would never do it, though. not when you looked so pretty when swallowing his spit on that same night, licking your lips after a kiss.

then, in the day before, sitting on the couch on his studies, you looked at the page of the book you were leavmfing through, you saw an image of a woman and a man's silhouette. taking advantage of the few things highbottom teached you, you read outloud:

"mis...sio...neh...ry" of course, you still had a lot of difficulty reading, but nothing that could cause harm, coriolanus still tried his best to teach you how to read. he was always so... kind. you wanted to eat him up. but pretty things sometimes are accessories that can't go into your stomach, and that's what coriolanus told you when you tried eating a ladybug, claiming she was too cute for you not to eat it. "coryo,"

"yes, doll?" he asked, reading the papers he had on his hands.

"what is missionary sex?" that caught him off guard.

so now, after explaining how it worked and why it existed, the platinum blonde man finished by saying it could bring pleasure to your body, but it was mainly used for reproduction purposes.

you didn't really care about that last part, the second you heard him talking about 'pleasure', you immediatly got up, almost abruptly walking to him, your bare feet stepping on whatever it had on the ground, the skirt of your dress, that he got used to seeing you without, the shows you were supposed to wear to an early party that you never put on, his jacket, some papers, and finally, you were in front of him.

"i wanna do it," you voiced, taking the papers out of his hand "i wanna do it with you." and "i wanna have missionary with you." you said, eyes wide open to stare at him, you almost never blinkedat all.

"it's sex, doll. missionary is just a position." he said, laughing. though the thought of you riding him made his dick throb.

"position?" you asked, cocking your head to the side. "then there's more?" he nodded to you.

"there are much more positions on the kamasutra than pages on the bible." he said, and you smiled happily, your teeth showing up as well as your voice echoed:

"show me." you said "sex me- fuck, is fucking, right? fuck me. in the positions of the kamasutra." you said.

and god, he was so happy to take you by the waist, kiss you and lead your leg to wrap around his waist.

it didn't took many minutes for you to be without your bloomers, your panties put aside for him to grind his cock on your cunt, teasing you, and you didn't knew, but you felt like you were soaked up in something sticky- your wetness. "t-that's not missionary," you moaned, bucking your hips back at his teasing moves.

"you're right," he answered, groaning as he kissed your frowning face. "that's the clasp position, doll." with his hands on your waist, and yours on his shoulders, he finally penetrated you, earning a long moan out of your mouth.

you weren't a virgin, though you didn't know that, you used to have a husband on your previous life before you died, but you were never satisfied and you have never been- not until he slowly thrusted inside your pussy, making you feel every inch of his dick inside you.

"fuck!" you cried, a cry without tears as you undid the buttons of his shirt.

"what is it?" he asked, a moan leaving his throat as you ripped the shirt and bite his neck, too impatient to unbutton all of the buttons that were prohibiting you from seeing his body.

"i wanna see you," you moaned, slowly bucking your hips back, mouth agape as you let a rude moan leave your head "i wanna see your body."

he chuckled at your words, his hands still holding your body to keep you still as he fucked you. however, it wasn't bad, but you wanted to see how it would feel if it was fast.

"f-faster, please. just wanna see- s-see how it feels." you pleaded, your eyesight blurry as you looked down, seeing how your bare pussy took him in so well, almost devouring him into you.

he promptly obeyed you, going faster and deeper, a moan leaving your throat as his skin slapped against yours. and to see you squirming under him felt like heaven- a sight that no one but him could capture.

even when your walls squeezed his cock and you came around him, your pussy gushing around him, your stamina was still higher than his, which led to you edging him, not letting him cum until you felt so tired that you'd be passed out by his side.

which didn't happen for a long time. for at least six rounds, you were still edging him, slapping him every time he was ready to cum. you didn't allow it.

and by now, you were riding him non-stop, your eyes shut closed as you yourself abused your cunt on his cock, who throbbed painfully and made him throw his head back when he finally cummed inside you, stuffing you rope after rope.

"hey!" you called out slapping his chest, as he still gripped his nails on your skin, marking small crescent moon phases on your skin. he looked at you with an angry frown. "i don't wanna stop just now! i want more!" you said, not caring about his growling state, you thought it looked cute on him.

"god, you're terrible." he grunted, changing positions. "just this one more time and it's over." you nodded, agreeing with him as he finally slapped your clit, making you mewl and squirm under him. "see? you're too sensible, if we keep going," he thrusted "you're gonna have a difficult time walking straight."

"i can always dance." you said, legs spread to let him pound into you. he chuckled, slapping your thigh.

"let's see." he kissed you with a slight open mouth, his tongue battling with yours as he thrusted into you, letting you be a pillow princess for once in the day as you scarred his back with your nails, his pace was quicker than before, probably quicker than yours, and it made you melt entirely, your breathing became heavy and rapid.

when he pinched your clit, you felt strangely dumber, moaning into the kiss that was soon broke apart.

he spit into your mouth, his eyes boring into yours. "swallow it." and you did, crying from the pleasure as he rubbed your clit. "good girl, doll." he smiled.

"d-don't stop, coryo, please. just a bit more and i'll cum- i-i promise i'll let you rest after!" you mewled, squirming as he pound into you.

"hm, i don't know, doll. when i said i wanted to cum you didn't really allowed me to. why should i allow you?" he asked, pecking your temple.

"please. please! i can't hold it in!" you said, your boobs bouncing into the corset you were still wearing. he got rid of it in the blink of an eye, and you didn't even noticed where it had gone, too focused on the pleasure in between your legs as you cried.

he smiled to the view of your body. of course there was a bunch of scars there and there that were already healed, specially the one that connected your neck, but it didn't really mattered to his dick, neither to him. he loved just how doe eyed you were, how dumbly you asked about things and how you didn't questioned him more than once about something, like now.

"i-i'm sorry, i-i just wanted more. i didn't thought about your pleasure- s-sorry, please, let me cum! pleease!!"

"hm. no" he said, grabbing your ass and kissing your temple oh so kindly as he fucked you raw. "let's see how long you will last since you were so hungry for it."

and you didn't last much, just likenhe thought. the more you concentreated on the feeling of his dick on your cunt and the way his balls slapped against your ass, the closer you were to cumming again, and you did just after he came inside you again, smiling dumbly at him as you squirt on his cock, too sensitive from your previous orgasms.

"i'm sorry, coryo" you said, still teary eyed as you hugged him, hand pawing at his chest.

"for?" he frowned, he had already pulled his trousers up, guarding his dick into the fabric.

"f...for edging you, 'm sorry." you said, sleepy and pouty. he chuckled.

"it's okay," he said, caressing your head "at least you said sorry."

and you slept the most comfortable sleep of your post-mortem life, even drooling a bit on his chest, but he loved you just too much to do something about your innocent, naïve nature other than love and cherish it.

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