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f1nalboys · 2 years
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KINKTOBER DAY TWENTY-NINE ; PERIOD SEX
Stu Macher x Fem!AFAB!Reader
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WORD COUNT: 670
WARNINGS: nsfw, period sex (duh,), oral (afab receiving,) fingering, stu eats the reader out, lots of blood mentioned/described, stu tells the reader to ‘take it,’ stu calls reader ‘good girl,’ not proofread
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” Stu mutters against the flesh of your neck, his hand shoved down your pants, his fingers curling inside you feverishly. You moan, your back arching at a particularly hard thrust and Stu pulls his hand out of you, glancing down and letting out a surprised laugh. “Well, that’s not what I was expecting.”
Confused, you look down and your eyes widen in horror. His hand was covered in blood, covering his two fingers completely and spread over his entire hand. “Fuck, I.. I didn’t even know, Stu, shit! I’m sorry,”
“It’s hot.” Your mouth snaps shut immediately and you meet his eyes. He had to be joking, right? But how could he have that glint in his eyes and be lying to you? “M’serious. It’s fuckin’ hot. Can… are you good if we keep going? I mean, fuck, Y/N,” You watch as his brings his hand up to his mouth and, to your surprise, pops his fingers into his mouth. His eyes flutter shut and he moans around his digits. “You fuckin’ taste good. I wanna eat you out, can I?”
You nod. Your head was reeling from the fact he actually wanted to have sex with you while you were on your period AND that he wasn’t grossed out by your blood. He goes to kiss you and decides against it at the last second. Instead he decides to hook his arms under your butt and lifts you up, your legs around his waist automatically. Now that you were aware of your period you could smell the blood, could feel the heat and slickness between your legs.
Stu places you on the dining room table and yanks at your pants, pulling them down to your ankles. You go to protest, to ask if you could move to the bedroom due to your situation, but it's cut short when his mouth is on your cunt. Your fingers knot in his hair, pulling him in closer to you and he allows it. His tongue was lapping at you, sucking at your clit over and over before sticking in three fingers.
“God, you’re so fucking,” He says, pulling himself away from you for just a second before diving back in. He’s swirling his tongue around your clit as he fingers you, curling the digits inside and hitting against that part of you that had you losing your breath. “Taste so good, could live down here.” Another comment cut off by the overwhelming urge to be in your cunt. “It feels good, doesn’t it? Tell me.”
“Fuck, Stu! Fuck, yeah, yes it feels good. I’m so close, don’t fucking stop!” “You couldn’t pay me to.” Everything he’s doing increases somehow, the pleasure mounting inside you until it feels like you are going to explode. Stu groans against your clit when you cum, taking his fingers out and switching places with his mouth. His tongue is dipping inside you, drinking down your blood and cum while his thumb is pressed down onto your clit.
When you come down from your high and force your eyes open, you see a sight that you never thought you’d see. Stu was still in between your legs with the biggest grin on his face and a look of complete and utter love. His face from his nose down was covered in blood as was his hand. Glancing down you see the mess you both had made; your thighs were covered and you can feel the blood and cum dripping down your cunt towards the back of your thighs and ass, dripping onto the table.
“I can’t believe you did it…” You say and he scoffs. 
“Like I’d ever pass up the opportunity to eat you out. Now, I’m gonna fuck you right here, raw, and you’re gonna take it like a good girl, right?” You nod and he smiles, his clean hand coming up and resting on your cheek. “God, I can’t wait to see my cock covered in your blood.” Neither could you.
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f1nalboys · 2 years
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KINKTOBER DAY TWENTY-SEVEN ; DUMBIFICATION
Poly!The Lost Boys x GN!Reader
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WORD COUNT: 280
WARNINGS: nsfw, dumbification (duh), mentions of being filled with cum, poly relationship, could be considered dub-con??? but i didn’t write it like that, not proofread
“I don’t think they can fucking talk!” Paul’s voice sounded far off despite the fact he was right beside you. He sounded giddy at the idea and you tried desperately to talk, to prove him wrong, but your mind was foggy. 
You were completely and utterly blissed out. You were flat on the bed, covered in sweat and  bite marks and a small amount of blood, surrounded by the boys. Each of them were touching you, some more roughly than others, and the sensation was almost too much. “I.. can, I can talk,” You force out and the four of them laugh.
“Don’t you worry baby,” Dwayne purrs into your ear, his finger lightly tracing your jaw. Your eyes open and you blink a few times, staring up at him. “You don’t have to talk, or think, or anything. We can take care of you, isn’t that right?”
“Yea…” You whisper. You were already beginning to miss the feeling of the men touching you, overloading your senses with how needy they were. They’ve been touching you all day, filling you to the brim with their cum, taking turns using you. You hadn’t had to think about anything other than how good you felt.
David, who had been sitting by your feet, stands, pushing at your legato spread them. Your thighs and the bedsheets underneath you were completely soaked through. “Are you alright for another round, sweetheart? We just wanna make you feel good, don’t want you to worry about anything.”
All you can do is nod and let the incoming pleasure take over. You didn’t need to think. You had them and they were going to take care of you.
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f1nalboys · 2 years
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KINKTOBER DAY TWENTY-THREE ; SQUIRTING
Mickey Altieri and Randy Meeks x Fem!AFAB!Reader
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WORD COUNT: 553
WARNINGS: nsfw, she pronouns used, squirting (duh), threesome, vibrator, unprotected sex, creampie, implication of more sex, slight dirty talk and praise, not proofread
The two of them were working together in a way that you had never seen before. They butt heads all the time, disagreeing and arguing until you came to split it up, but now? They moved as a unit, communicating without so much as a word; looking at each other was enough.
You were in between them, Mickey positioned between your legs, fucking into you hard, his hips slamming into yours in a way that you knew you’d be bruised tomorrow. Randy was beside you, his cock lazily thrusting in and out of your mouth, his hand pinching at your sore nipples. They’ve been going at it for hours, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you without breaking a sweat. When they were together they knew how to tip you over the edge over and over again.
“Fuck, s’tight. Cunt’s got me fucking crazy, y’know that?” Mickey pants, pressing his thumb down on your throbbing clit. The pain almost outweighed the pleasure. Almost. Randy hums, pulling out of your mouth, reveling in the noises you started to make. “Could listen to you all day, sweetheart. Fuck! Randy, she’s so goddamn tight.”
“She loves getting fucked by us, don’t you?” Randy coo’s into your ear, grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a kiss. Your moans are muffled by his tongue slipping in your mouth but that wasn’t good enough for Mickey. Randy pulls away from you again and glances at Mickey for a split second, smirking as if he read the brunette's mind. “You wanna cum again? Want Mickey to fuck you through it, cum all over him?” 
You nod feverishly, mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut, your mind reeling. You can feel the glob of Mickey's spit hit your tongue and it makes you clench around him harder as you swallow. The buzzing is what forces you to open your eyes and you watch as Randy places the toy onto your clit. “Fuck! Oh fuck, Randy, Mickey, shit!” You can’t even think straight as your orgasm washes over you. 
Mickey lets out a surprised gasp as you squirt, soaking his neatly trimmed pubes, dripping down his thighs, covering his cock. You had never done that before. Tears were spilling from your eyes as the overstimulation started to take over, Mickey's cock hitting into your g-spot with each thrust and Randy pressing down on your clit even harder.
When Mickey cums he does so loudly, his nails digging into the tender flesh of your thighs, coating your insides with his seed. When you’re able to open your eyes it takes a second for you to focus on him and his smirk. “That was hot. You got the sheets fuckin’ soaked.” You don’t have time to be shocked before he’s kissing you roughly, palming at your tit. When he pulls back and grins at Randy, eyes burning into his. “Think you could get her to do it again?”
“Let’s find out. Here,” Randy turns the toy off and pawns it off to Mickey as he pulls out, his cum seeping out of you. They switch spots and you watch as Randy lines up with your entrance. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you squirt again, alright baby? I promise you, I’ll make you feel so good.”
It was a promise he intended to keep.
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f1nalboys · 2 years
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KINKTOBER DAY TWENTY ; VIDEO CALL SEX
Poly!Ghostface x GN!Reader
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WORD COUNT: 664
WARNINGS: nsfw, video chat sex (duh), modern au i guess, use of pocket pussy, masturbation
The scene unfolding in front of you was something for the history books. Billy, Stu, and you had been separated for the last few days, each of you on vacation or a business trip or stuck at home. You were without each other and you missed them.
Your laptop was in front of you on the bed, positioned in between your legs, baring yourself for the two men. They were both equally as naked, Stu’s phone propped up against his bedside table and Billy’s laptop off to his side. Despite the difference in angles, you could see all of them and they could see all of you.
Billy’s head was tilted onto his shoulder, his eyes fluttering shut every so often, his hand on his cock. His movements were slow because he didn’t want to miss a single second of both you and Stu’s reactions. Stu, on the other hand, was jerking himself off quickly, almost animalistic.
“F-fuck! Fuck, I miss you both,” Stu gasps, his hips flexing upwards. He was using the pocket pussy Billy had gifted him months ago, one that up until now he never found the need to use. The squelch was almost obscenely loud, but you couldn’t be bothered to turn down the sound of your laptop for fear of missing the whimpers and moans spilling from the two men’s lips.
Your hand was working on yourself too and the sight of seeing both you and Billy pleasuring yourselves to him was too much. “W-wish this was your mouth, Billy,” Stu grunts, his voice cracking. He was close. “Wish I could see, shit! Wish I could taste you, Y/N, just wanna feel you both-” With a loud cry he cums, spilling into the pocket pussy, his movements faltering towards the end.
He pants, his chest heaving, before he falls limp on the bed. His cock springs free from the toy, flopping onto his stomach, cum leaking from the toy and off of his dick. Stu looks at the screen lovingly. “You both lose. I was faster.” Both Billy and you laugh at him before breaking into moans.
You were close but you wanted - no, needed - to see Billy cum first. Needed to hear him cry out your name. “Please Billy, you got it. Come on baby, fuck! I love you both so much, I need to know you feel good, please!” You were begging, the sound music to Billy’s ears.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect. Both of you, fuck! Fuck, I’m gonna-” He lets out a small groan as he cums, his head tilting backwards as he spills over his stomach. The sight was your tipping point and you cum too, your legs shaking and toes curling, your hand and fingers never stopping. Stu watched, enamored, as the two of you came down from your highs.
When your breathing evens out you sit up, moving your laptop closer to your face. “I miss you both so much, you know that?” You say with a sigh.
“I miss you too, baby. Don’t worry, just two more days and we’re gonna be in the same damn house together.” Stu says, wiggling his eyebrows at you both. Billy scoffs and faces away from the camera, something he did in person when trying to hide his grin. It was cute.
“Seriously though, Y/N, we’ll see each other soon. And trust me, we’re gonna make up for a lot of missed time,” Billy says smoothly and it’s your turn to wiggle your eyebrows at him. “God, not you too!” Billy says without hiding his smile. “I gotta go, alright? I love you both.”
Stu grins and leans over, kissing his camera with a loud ‘mwah!’ sound. “I love you too, Billy boy! And you too, Y/N. Y’know, we’re gonna get back home a few hours before Billy… maybe we could celebrate our arrival ahead of time?”
“Don’t you think about fucking them before I get home, Stu, or I swear to God…”
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f1nalboys · 2 years
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KINKTOBER DAY ONE - SIDNEY PRESCOTT (FACE-SITTING)
as the title says; hope y'all enjoy :p
GN!Reader x Sidney ; Face-Sitting
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WORD COUNT: 392
WARNINGS: nsfw, face sitting, sidney uses you like a toy and shes hot
“Fuck, your tongue,” Sidney moans as she lowers herself on to your face, your tongue licking through her folds. She was hovering above you, her hands holding onto the headboard in an attempt to hold herself there. You wrap your lips around her clit and suck, humming at the way she grinds her cunt against your mouth.
Your hands snake up her back, grabbing a handful of her ass and kneading it before slapping one harshly. She whimpers and you can feel her legs shake against you. “I told you to sit on my face, babe, not hover,” You say, pulling yourself away from her pussy. Her juices were covering the bottom half of your face and you can see her face burn red when she notices.
“I don’t want to suffocate you.”
“I want you too,” Before she can say anything, your hands wrapped around her waist and hook together at her front, pulling her down onto you completely. She gasps, one hand falling from the headboard to her chest. Sidney curses under her breath as your tongue starts moving, delving into her cunt, your nose rubbing against her clit.
She was whimpering, grinding down against you slightly. You hum against her, moving your head side to side to give her a new sensation, and her legs give out. She’s flush against you and she sets a quick pace, grinding against your tongue like a toy, your name falling from her lips amongst the curses. She was close, her hips flexing, her thighs squeezing against your head.
“Please don’t stop, fuck! M’so close, baby, please let me cum, wanna cum on your mouth,” She begs. Grinning, your tongue speeds up, your movements sending a shockwave of pleasure through her with each second. “Fuck, m’gonna… Shit! I’m cumming!” Her thighs squeeze against your head as she cums and you work her through it, rocking her hips against your face, your tongue never letting up.
Her body shakes as she comes down from her high and she moves off of you, flopping down into bed beside you. Looking over, she flushes at the sight; your face was covered in her, your lips swollen. You grin at her and pull her in for a kiss, forcing her to taste herself. She moans into the kiss, her hand coming down to cup you. “My turn,”
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f1nalboys · 2 years
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KINKTOBER DAY THREE: HAIR-PULLING
GN!Reader x Billy Loomis
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WORD COUNT: 443
WARNINGS: nsfw, hair pulling, doggy style, bathroom sex, mirror sex if you squint
“Ow! Billy, ease up!” You yelp but his grip on your hair tightens. Tears begin to form in your eyes as he sets his rough pace again, the unmistakable pain of hair being ripped from their follicles filling your head. Billy doesn’t say anything to you, he doesn’t acknowledge the whimpers of pain, just keeps fucking into you. 
He had you bent over the bathroom sink, holding your head up and forcing you to look into the mirror. You were completely bare, your clothes ripped off the second he had gotten into the bathroom with you, but he was still fully clothed. His jeans were pulled down enough to pull his cock out and the fabric rubbing against your bare skin was beginning to burn.
“Fuck, shit. Y-you can take just a bit more, can’t you baby?” He asks, rutting into you faster. He was close and so were you, the pleasure building in your stomach replacing the pounding headache you were developing. “Yeah, good little slut. You can take it, just a little bit more. Fuck, your hole is so tight,”
The grip on the strands of hair loosen as he cums and his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer to him. His head falls onto your shoulder, planting small kisses on your shoulder, his hips flexing. “I’m so close,” You beg and you can feel the breathy laugh he gives. “Shit,” He builds his pace again, grunting with exhaustion, trying to help you reach your high. “Right there! Fuck, Billy, right there!”
You cum quickly and his hands tangle into your hair, holding your body flush against his own. Billy’s breathing hard in your ear, his eyes focused on your still-twitching body in the mirror. He made you feel that good. “You alright?” He asks and you hum, your eyes opening slowly, blinking away the fog. He kisses your cheek and pulls out of you slowly, watching his cum drip from your hole.
“You act like you’ve never seen that before,” You tease. You can see him roll his eyes in the mirror, the tips of his ears turning red. You turn around and rub at your head, wincing. He gives you an apologetic look and pulls you in for another kiss. 
“M’sorry, guess I got too caught up in it. It felt good though, right?” 
Rolling your eyes, you can’t help but give him a small smile. The dull headache was annoying, yes, and you definitely were missing a few strands of hair, but you couldn’t lie to Billy. “Yeah, it did. Just try not to rip out all of my hair next time?
“No promises, babe.”
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f1nalboys · 2 years
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KINKTOBER DAY THIRTY-ONE ; DEGRADATION
happy halloween bitches!!! here’s that special surprise i talked about, i hope you love it!!!
Sidney Prescott and Tatum Riley x Fem!AFAB!Reader
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WORD COUNT: 447
WARNINGS: nsfw, oral (afab receiving), degradation (duh), dom/sun dynamics, semi-public sex, mention of voyeurism, pussy slapping, choking, face sitting, implication of more sex, halloween party sex :p, not proofread
Your costume was hiked up, your legs spread and resting on the table. Tatum was in between your legs, licking and sucking with her eyes on you. Sidney was behind you, cooing into your ear, her words hot and mean and they went straight to your cunt.
“What a pathetic slut. Couldn’t wait two goddamn hours to get home, needed us so badly you had to spread your legs in public,” She says, her voice sharp. Tatum hums in agreement but never leaves your slit. You had a whine stuck in your throat and it was pushed down further when Sidney’s hand came to your throat, squeezing hard. “Stupid fucking sluts like you only have that on your mind, isn’t that right? You can only think of someone touching that needy pussy of yours.”
You don’t answer, can’t answer, your brain foggy. Her hand leaves your throat and you suck in a breath only to have it knocked out of you when Sidney slaps your cunt. Tatum had moved off of you with a mean smile just before she did it and the pain was overwhelming. Tears prick at your eyes immedietly. “Ow! Sid-”
“No, don’t ‘Sid’ me. You asked for this, remember?” She does it again, twice, and her free hand covers your mouth when you yelp. “Don’t forget there’s a party going on out there. We didn’t lock the door and those pathetic noises of yours could worry someone.” Your eyes widen, glancing towards the kitchen door. The party was still raging on, a hundred people a few feet away. “Don’t act like you don’t like that idea.”
Tatum shoves two of her fingers inside you and you moan into Sidney’s hand, your hips bucking up. “Sid, I have an idea.” She nips at your inner thigh. “Why don’t we open that fucking door and let whoever wants to come watch us fuck her silly?” You shake your head quickly, heat blossoming to your face and traveling to your pussy. “What? Don’t tell me you don’t want someone to come in here and find you being so needy. I bet you’d love for us to make you cum in front of an audience.”
“Lay down.” Sidney’s voice is commanding and you do what she says without a second thought. The degrading things both of them were saying was pushing you towards the edge and you were squeezing around Tatums fingers - up to four three now - over and over. “Do what you’re good for and eat my pussy and I’ll think about letting you off the hook. You know how much I hate pathetic bitches like you so you might as well prove to be useful.”
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f1nalboys · 2 years
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KINKTOBER DAY THIRTEEN ; FACE FUCKING
Dewey Riley x GN!Reader
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(Dewey brainrot :p)
WORD COUNT: 597
WARNINGS: nsfw, face fucking (duh), swallowing, oral (amab receiving), slapping, old man dewey bc the trailer had me weak for him, not proofread but im proud of this 
He loved seeing you like this. On your knees for him, palming yourself roughly while his cock is shoved down your throat, tears rolling down your cheeks. You were gagging around him as he face-fucked you, his large calloused hands holding your head in place as he thrust into your mouth. One particularly hard thrust has you slapping at his thigh and he lets go of you immediately, letting you pull off of him and cough, sucking in a few breaths.
“Shit, sorry honey. You alright?” Dewey asks, his voice dripping with anxiety. He hated when he would accidently go too hard and even if you assured him you were okay he’d feel guilty about it for hours after. You smile up at him and he can’t help but think you’re perfect; your face is covered in drool and precum, your hair a tangled mess. 
“M’okay, promise. Just took me by surprise.” You start to pump him slowly, reveling in the moan you pull from him and the way his eyes flutter shut. He always told you he was too old for you, that you should go for someone closer in age to you, someone who could keep up. But you know that no one, and I mean no one, could fuck you the way he does. “You close?”
He nods his head slightly before gingerly placing his hand on the side of your head again, hesitating. You roll your eyes slightly before leaning in, taking his tip into your mouth and sucking lightly. His hips buck into you involuntarily and his other hand rests on your face, gripping it tightly. 
Dewey forgets all about what just happened and picks up where he left off, fucking into your mouth at an animalistic pace. Cupping his balls and squeezing hard you’re taken by surprise when he smacks you, your cheeks burning from the hit. His eyes were dark and you knew he was close. 
You let him use you, focusing on breathing in through your nose and relaxing your throat. Dewey loved the way your throat squeezed against him the deeper he went, how you would moan around his cock like you were getting off by him face fucking you. “Fuck, I’m close. You gonna take my load? Hm? Gonna be good?” He grunts, his thrusts faltering, falling out of rhythm. 
You hum around him, staring up at him through your eyelashes as he shoves you down further onto his cock and cums. He spills into the back of your throat and you stroke him slowly, draining him. You didn’t want to waste a single drop. When Dewey pulls out of your mouth you stick your tongue out, showing off the white liquid before swallowing it down greedily.
“You’re so sexy, you know that?” He says with a large smile. Seeing you swallow him without any coaxing was fucking hot. He tasted salty but not so much that it was hard to swallow. He had a good diet and though his cum had thinned with age it was enough for you to feel full of him every time he came in you, whether that be your mouth or your hole.
He kisses you softly, his thumb brushing along your jaw gently. “Can you fuck me now? Or are you gettin’ tired, old man?” You ask with a smirk, pulling away from him. The teasing was evident in your voice but Dewey couldn’t help the way his cock jumped at the insult. 
“Never too tired to fuck that tight hole of yours, beautiful. Get up on the bed. Now.”
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f1nalboys · 2 years
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KINKTOBER DAY TWENTY-SIX ; STRAP
Sidney Prescott x Fem!AFAB!Reader
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WORD COUNT: 607
WARNINGS: nsfw, strap-on (duh), dom/sun dynamics, reader calls sidney ‘mistress’, doggy style, spanking, begging, dom!sidney, implication of more sex/multiple orgasms, mention of spanking as a punishment, not proofread, i also envisioned milf!sidney but that’s just me lol
She had you on your knees, your ass in the air and your face shoved into the mattress. One of her hands was on the base of your neck, holding you in your position while she fucked into you roughly. Her other hand was gripping your ass tightly, her nails leaving crescent shaped marks in your skin. “Fuck! Sidney, shit-” You moan, pushing back against her. Her strap was deep inside you, hitting against your cervix over and over again.
She spanks you hard, just once, her pace never faltering, and you yelp at the sting. “Don’t call me that,” She huffs, her voice sharp. For a second you’re confused; what was she talking about? “M’not Sidney right now and you fuckin know that.” You whimper when she spanks you again, her palm striking against you at the same time she thrusts into you. “Say it correctly.”
“Fu-fuck, m’sorry, Mistress. Please, I’m sorry, please forgive me.” Tears were burning in your eyes as she fucked you harder, something that you didn’t think was possible until now, after you say her name. “Mistress, you fuck me so good, shit! You make me feel so good,”
“That’s a good girl.” She purrs, releasing the back of your neck in favor of gripping your hips and slamming you down harder onto her strap. Everytime you called her that, gasping out her title while you creamed around her silicone cock, it was enough to drive her insane. “Look at you, making a fucking mess of me. You like this? You like your Mistress fucking you so hard you can’t think straight?”
You can’t form a fucking coherant thought with her cock so deep inside you it has you seeing stars. She laughs at your lack of response. “P-please, please, gonna-”
“You gonna cum? Wanna cum, pretty girl? You know how to ask, don’t you? Or are you still too cock-drunk to talk?”
Swallowing hard, you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to fight back the coil burning hot in your stomach. She’d never let you live it down if you came without permission and you practically shudder at the memory of the last time you had. You couldn’t sit down for a week straight. “Mi-mi-mistress, shit! Shit, please can I cum? You fuck me so good, I wanna cum for you so badly, please! Oh God, please, Mistress, let me cum?”
“Come on then, sweetheart.” The words are music to your ears and you cum, hard, your hands grasping at the bed sheets until your knuckles were white. All you can say is ‘thank you,’ repeating it over and over again like a prayer and that’s what it felt like. You felt like you were being airlifted to heaven with the sheer pleasure you were experiencing.
When you come back to your senses you can hear Sideny cooing into your ear. She was still inside you but she had paused all of her movements and had taken up on running her hands through your hair. “Thank you,” You say again and she laughs, kissing your temple. You smile at the sound and feeling, working on evening out your breathing.
“Yeah, you said that already, baby.” You scoff quietly, wiggling your hips slightly, the feeling of her still inside you sending a shiver down your spine. Sidney leans back down to you, her soft lips resting against your ear. Her breath has goosebumps rising on your skin. “Too bad we aren’t finished yet. You ready for another round?”
You lift your head up slightly, looking up at her with a cheeky grin. “Of course I am, Mistress.” She smirks, straitening back up.
“Good.”
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f1nalboys · 2 years
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KINKTOBER DAY SIXTEEN ; MASSAGE
first ian post bc hes sexy 
Ian McKinely x GN!Reader
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WORD COUNT: 682
WARNINGS: nsfw, massaging, roleplay if you squint lol, reader has to ask for permission to cum, not proofread hehe
Ians hands ran down your spine, the pressure a welcome sensation for your aching muscles. You were on your stomach, completely naked, oil covering your body. Ian was in between your legs, his hands gliding down your body with ease. “Mmm, you’re a natural at this, y’know?” You say with a sigh as he works out a knot on your lower back.
“Is that so?” Ian asked with a smile. The both of you knew this ‘innocent’ massage was going to end up not-so-innocent, it was just a matter of time. 
“Mhm. If I had money I’d pay you for this,” You say and Ian’s hands stop moving. Lifting your head up you turn to face him confused only to see his smug face. “What?”
He sighs, folding his arms over his bare chest. “I’m not doing this for free, ya know. How do you plan on paying me back?” You stare up at him, calculating a response. You bat your eyelashes at him and flip over slowly, bending your body to let him see you in all your glory. He wets his bottom lip as he watches you settle down onto your back, staring up at him.
“I’ll do anything you’d like, sir.” Ian is on you in a second, his hands digging into your waist as he kisses you. His kiss is bruising and hungry. Ian palms you, laughing at the moan you let out. 
“That feel good, hm? You want me to fuck you?” He questions, his eyes dark and his lips swollen. All you can do is nod feverishly and watch as he lifts your legs up, placing them over his shoulders. He pumps his cock a few times, rubbing the tip over your hole before spitting onto his dick and slicking himself up. “You can take it, alright baby.” He says before pushing inside you.
You let out a low moan at the burning stretch; no matter how many times you had sex with him, the first few thrusts stretched you out as if you had never had a dick in your life. His hands are on your thighs, keeping your legs straight as he fucks into you, setting a hard and slow pace. Each thrust hits into that spot that had you seeing stars and you knew you’d have bruises from the slap of his hips on yours. 
He was sweating, his body and yours coated in oil, the sound of his spit-covered cock fucking into you filling the room, mixing with the sound of skin on skin. “Fuck, so tight,” He grunts, reaching up and grabbing you by your throat. Squeezing slightly he watches as your breath slows, your mind going fuzzy due to the lack of oxygen, your eyes going out of focus. When he lets go of your throat your body is flooded with oxygen and the coil in your stomach is burning white hot and he can tell. “Gotta ask me, you know that,”
“Can I cum? Please, Ian, fuck! Please let me cum, you make me feel so good, please-” 
“Cum. You can do it for me, can’t you? Fucking cum,” His thrusts are getting sloppy as you cum, crying out as the pleasure washes over you. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re squeezing me, gonna make me- fuck! Fuck I’m cumming, you better take this load, let me fill you,”
He slams into you as he cums, his hips flush against yours, and you can feel his seed filling you. Ian moves your legs off of his shoulders, leaning over you and breathing hard in the crook of your neck. Small kisses on your shoulder, his body slumping over onto your own, his softening cock still inside you. You can feel his cum leaking out of you.
You kiss his cheeks and run a hand through his hair. His eyes flutter shut and he hums at the feeling. “So is my debt repaid?” He laughs. Sitting up and pulling out he watches his cum leak from your hole. 
“No, not quite. I think you’ll have to work a bit harder than that.”
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f1nalboys · 2 years
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KINKTOBER DAY TWELVE ; BODY WORSHIP
Randy Meeks x GN!AFAB!Reader
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WORD COUNT: 313
WARNINGS: nsfw, oral (afab receiving), praise, body worship (duh), not proofread and not super proud of this one lolz
Hands run down your body lightly, starting at your neck, down your chest, pausing at your thighs. Randy’s hands were soft and warm and goosebumps were rising against your skin with each movement of his fingers. “You’re so beautiful,” He whispers, kissing your inner thighs gently. You were fully nude, baring yourself for him in his favorite way.
“Your body is perfect, y’know that?” He asks, his fingers digging into the flesh of your legs. You nod slightly, your face burning. Randy never failed to lay the praise on thick when it came to you on a daily basis, but he somehow upped the anti when it came to sex. “I mean, fuck. Look at you. These tits,” He palms one of your breasts roughly, catching you by surprise and causing you to let out a squeak.
He rolls the bud between his fingers and grins when your back arches into his touch. “They’re fucking perfect. Your thighs too, god, I could bury my fucking head in between them forever.” His other hand comes and swipes through your folds, collecting the ever-present arousal and bringing it to his mouth. He swirled his tongue over his fingers and hums at the taste. “Shit, and the taste of you… god, Y/N, I think I’m addicted to you in every goddamn way possible.”
“Are you now?” You tease with a small laugh that breaks out into a moan when his mouth attaches to your cunt. He takes his time with his tongue, flicking it up and down, sucking at your clit lightly. Randy knows you want more pressure but he can’t give it to you, not yet at least. 
“Think I’ve always been. Can I prove it to you by fucking you?”
You hum, running your fingers through his hair. ”Yeah, I’d definitely like to see that pretty face of yours buried in my pussy.”
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f1nalboys · 2 years
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KINKTOBER DAY FOURTEEN ; ORGASM CONTROL/EDGING
Nancy Downs x GN!Reader
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WORD COUNT: 434
WARNINGS: nsfw, orgasm denial, edging, fingering, no genitalia mentioned, readers hands are tied behind their back
For the third time tonight Nancy pulls her hand off of you with a snarky, almost cruel, grin. “Not yet, sweetheart.” The pet name is dripping with an amount of mockery that has your head swimming. You were drenched with sweat, laying on your back, struggling to suck in enough oxygen. She’s brought you to the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm time and time again only to pull the rug out from under you at the last second.
“Please, Nance, I needa cum,” You whine, wiggling your hips a bit, begging for any type of friction. She tsks at you, her finger running along your thigh, her nail scraping against your skin lightly, sending a shiver down your spine. Her hands were cold. Nancy was sat in between your legs, your hands tied together and pinned behind your back to stop you from touching yourself.
She loved to watch you struggle. Seeing you pant and whine, desperate to get off was empowering in a way. Knowing that she had control over it and that she could simply walk away and leave you to stew in your own arousal for hours without the possibility of release made her wetter than she’d like to admit.
“You sound so pretty when you beg.” She replies coolly. If you didn’t know any better, and if you couldn’t feel the heat radiating from her cunt, you’d think she wasn’t finding this attractive. Another drag of her finger down your thigh has you whimpering and you squeeze your eyes shut at the scoff she lets out. “And fucking pathetic, too.”
Her finger, wet with her spit and your own slick, prods at your opening once more, swirling around the hole before pushing in quickly. She found the squishy bundle of nerves inside you that had you seeing stars almost immediately, each pump of her finger pushing into it. “C-close! Please, fuck, please let me cum!” You beg, your brain melting with each passing second. The coil in your stomach was burning hot, getting tighter and tighter. You were so close, so fucking close-
Nancy pulls her fingers out of you. You let out a scream of frustration, tears pricking at your eyes. You were angry, so fucking angry at her for stopping again, but you knew that once she inevitably let you cum it would be the kind that had you laying in bed without a single thought. Her lips curl upwards, baring her teeth, and she gives you a harsh kiss, nipping at your bottom lip. “You know, you keep it up and I’ll let you cum soon… probably.”
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f1nalboys · 2 years
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KINKTOBER DAY SEVENTEEN ; PEGGING
Bo Sinclair x Fem!AFAB!Reader
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WORD COUNT: 1924
WARNINGS: nsfw, pegging (duh), submissive bo, dominant reader, praise, mention of future degradation, missionary, rim job, fingering, slight oral (amab receiving), reader uses a strap and lube, lowkey domestic and in love relationship hehe, established relationship, not proofread
It had taken a long time for Bo to even consider this, let alone actively participate in it. You had brought it up almost seven months into the relationship and he shot you down immediately, not bothering to let you get out anything else. But that night had planted a seed. One that grew just a little bit with each passing day. It was Bo who brought it up next.
“So… I was thinkin’ ‘bout that thing you talked about wantin’ to do a while back,” He said, clearing his throat slightly. The two of you were in the bathroom getting ready for bed, Bo in front of the bathroom sink brushing his teeth and you finishing up in the shower. He catches your eye in the mirror and takes a shaky breath, hoping you didn’t catch it. “That… peggin’ thing.”
You hum, your lips curving upwards. “Oh yeah? What were you thinking?”
“Well, I know your birthday’s coming up-”
“In two months-”
“So consider it an early gift.” The bathroom falls silent as his agreement settles into both of you. Bo wasn’t exactly a shy guy. He was the type to jump into sex head first, not bothering to really talk and discuss about what was going to happen unless absolutely necessary. He’s had talks with you, of course, about certain kinks the two of you had, but this was untread territory. 
You wrap the towel around yourself and step out of the shower, leaning against his back with your arms wrapped around his waist. You stay silent as he finishes brushing his teeth, only speaking when he stands up fully and his hands rest on top of your own, his thumb running up and down yours. “I would love an early birthday present.”
That was a rare night of no sex, just talk. You both discussed what you wanted to happen, what you didn’t, stuff you were worried about, and then you made a plan. Spontaneity is something Bo values in sex but there was something different about this time. The plan was easy; the next few nights you and he would prep him for your strap. You had one this entire time that he had never found and he makes a mental note to himself to search through the room more often.
Seeing Bo be so vulnerable with you was hot. He didn’t really get it but he accepted it; plus he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find your dominance attractive. The prep was slow and deliberate, going at Bo’s pace and no faster. First was a rim job. Only the feeling of your tongue circling his hole, the tip pushing against the ring of muscles lightly, your fingers gripping his thighs tightly as he sat on his knees with his ass in the air. When he came, he wondered if the sight of him like this was as arousing to you as it was for him. 
The next day was a finger. Just one, working slowly-with plenty of lube-inside you. He was a mess that night, the feeling foreign and yet so fucking amazing to him. Bo was sweating, laying on his back with his legs spread wide for you, one of his arms gripping the bed sheet and the other holding onto your shoulder.
“Does that feel good, Bo, baby?” You purred, the speed of your finger increasingly slightly. You had found his g-spot and all you wanted to do was continue to hear the pretty little moans of his. You knew better than to try some degradation at this point. Sure it would feel amazing to flip the script on Bo like that, call him a cock drunk whore who wants his girlfriend's cock, but not now. Not yet. 
“Mmm, fuck, mhm! I do,” He gasps out and you know he's close by the way his hips are rocking into your finger, pushing it down further into him. He cums without warnings, his mouth agape in a silent scream. The look on his face as his eyes rolled into the back of his head was almost enough to make you cum just from that.
Days of prep and then finally, finally, it was the night you had been waiting for. Bo had been nervous all day, milling around the house, fidgeting, jumping when you came up behind him too quietly. A small part of you worried he was going to back out, that you had pushed him too far and too fast, but that never came. Instead, when you both called it a night and went to bed, he pulled you down onto the bed, moving you so you were straddling him.
“M’ready,” Is all he said, breathless against your own lips, his hands running up and down your back. He was being careful with you, never moving too fast or too harsh, and that’s how you knew that you were in control that night. Bo was already without a shirt and pants, his normal bedtime attire consisting of his underwear if it were cold, so it was easy to sink to your knees and pull his cock out. 
Bo watches as you begin to stoke him, using some of the lube you had bought to slick him up. It was the kind that warmed up with friction and fuck did it feel good on his cock like that. “Gonna take it slow, treat you good, alright?” You say, licking a quick stripe up his cock, following the vein on the side. 
“Can you even eat lube?” He questions, eyebrows furrowed and cheeks flushed from pleasure. He didn’t want you getting all sick because you couldn’t keep his cock outta your mouth. You scoff, leaning over to hand him the bottle of lube, your other hand never leaving his shaft. He squints at the bottle and hums. “Edible lube, strawberry flavored. Shit, guess ya learn something new everyday.”
You laugh, placing small, barely-there kisses over his cock and down his thighs. When you place your hands on his inner thighs he spreads his legs without you asking and it sends a flutter through your stomach. “Good boy. Now I’m gonna use my finger, alright? You wanna get them wet or should I use the lube?”
His hand wraps around your wrist and brings your hand up to his mouth, taking two of your fingers inside and sucking. Bo kept his eyes trained on you, watching your reaction as he swirls his tongue around your digits, slicking them up with ease. You pull your fingers from his mouth and kiss him, the disheveled look of his hair and the swollen lips he was sporting becoming too much for you.
Your fingers prod against his hole and you push in slowly, your two fingers stretching him nicely. He hisses and squeezes his eyes shut tightly as you begin to thrust them. “S’alright. You got it baby, nice and slow. Remember, I’m gonna make you feel so good,” You whisper into his ear, your other hand rubbing soothing circles on his hip bone. The breath he lets out is uneven and slow but he nods for you to continue. 
Minutes pass like this, your bodies pressed together, your fingers pumping inside him, gasps and whispers of your name flowing from his lips. It was perfect. “Need you,” He says in a tone that could be considered a whimper. You weren’t in the mood to tease him and you pull your fingers from his hole quickly, grimacing at the squeak he lets out. “Ouch, fucker. Be careful down there, would ya?”
“Sorry, sorry. Got too excited,” You say with a grin, kissing him quickly before standing and moving to your bedside drawer. He watches as you pull out the strap, the smallest one you could kind, and step into it. It was double sided, ensuring that you’d be getting just as much pleasure as Bo would be receiving. “You wanna suck my cock?”
“You’re a real romantic, ya know that, honey?” He asks with a small smile, nodding his head. You get back onto the bed and straddle his face, tapping the silicone cock on his lips. Bo’s cheeks flush a bright red and he smacks your bare ass, not too hard but enough for it to sting. “Don’t treat me like a piece of meat.”
The banter between you two was easy. You were able to go from serious dirty talk to one of you asking a stupid question that had the other laughing. It was sweet. His lips part and you push into his mouth slowly, watching in awe as the cock disappears down his throat. “Fuck, Bo, look at you. You take cock so well baby.” He rolls his eyes before gagging and you pull back. A string of spit connected his mouth to the tip.
“Can we get this show on the road?” It’s your turn to roll your eyes now but you oblige, moving down the bed until you are settled back in between his legs. The tip of your cock presses against his hole and, after deciding it’s better to be safe than sorry, you pour a generous amount of lube onto the base of it, rubbing it over the strap and his hole. When you first start to push in his hands fly to your forearms, nails digging into your skin. “Fuck! Fuck, Y/N, that… shit it hurts but, ngh! Feels good,”
He’s breathy and he lets out the most delicious moan when you finally bottom out. Your end of the strap was leaving you breathless and it only increased tenfold when you started to move. The first few thrusts have Bo in tears, the stretch and burn almost too much for him, but soon the pain melts into pleasure. The sensation of the strap hitting spots inside him that your fingers hadn’t reached, the way you were panting above him and praising him for how well he took you, the way he could really let himself go and enjoy it had him close almost immediately.
Bo is gasping for air and all he does is mutter the word ‘harder,’ for your hips to snap forwards harshly. He yelps but you don’t let up, fucking into him roughly. He had done this to you just a few days ago, your cries of both pain and pleasure urging him to go harder, faster, deeper. You never understood it before, but now that you were able to see and hear Bo in the same position? You understood it very well.
“You wanna cum? Hm? Bo, baby, you can cum, it’s alright. Why don't you show me how good I’m making you feel,” You say and one, two, three more thrusts and he’s spilling over himself, coating his stomach and chest with cum. His back was arched ever so slightly and his toes were curling. He looked so fucking beautiful you almost didn’t want to stop. 
He taps your arm twice and you stop your movements, pulling out slowly with a wet noise. “That… that was good.” He says simply, staring up at the ceiling with a glazed over look in his eyes. You chuckle, laying down on the bed next to him and cuddling into his side.
“Ya think so?”
“Mhm.” His head turns towards you and for just a split second there is a look of pure, unadulterated devotion. “I love you, you know that?” He kisses you, his right hand resting on your cheek. “Now let me repay the favor, okay baby?”
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f1nalboys · 2 years
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KINKTOBER DAY TWENTY-TWO ; THIGH RIDING
Tatum Riley x Fem!AFAB!Reader
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WORD COUNT: 733
WARNINGS: nsfw, thigh riding (duh), tatum calls reader a good girl and a slut, challenge?? idk it’ll make sense when you read it lol, not proofread
You just wanted her to pay attention to you, that’s all. She was busy, studying she said, but you needed her. It started with you draping yourself over her shoulders and kissing her neck. She just hummed at the feeling and continued. Then she huffed and swatted at you when your hands started to move down her chest, slipping under her shirt. “I’m busy. When I finish I’m all yours.”
That wasn’t good enough. You needed her now. Tatum finally got fed up and pushed herself away from her desk, spinning around to face you. And now you’re here, straddling her thigh while she continues her work, rutting against her pathetically. She had you strip from the waist down and you had been so excited, wondering what she was going to do to you.
“Since you’re so fucking needy, I’m sure you can get yourself off on my thigh while I finish up, right?”
“Tate-”
“No. I told you to wait and I’d give you all the attention you wanted but you’re too much of a slut to listen. So, you can rub that cunt of yours on my leg until you cum.” The smile on her face was so smug it should have pissed you off, but all it did was make you squeeze your thighs together. “And if you don’t cum before I finish up then I’m not touching you tonight, and neither are you.”
The friction of her jeans hurt as it bumped against your clit and her thigh was completely soaked with your arousal. Tatum hadn’t so much as looked at you since you had started though she occasionally rubbed your back with her free hand. “I got one more page,” She warns and you can feel tears pricking at your eyes.
“I-I can’t! I need you, I can’t cum from this,” You whimper and she laughs. She laughs at you and how fucking pathetic you sounded. “Tatum, please baby!”
“Don’t ‘baby’ me, Y/N. You asked for this.” She kisses your temple before returning to her work and you can feel your thighs shaking from the effort of grinding down against her thigh. You needed to cum because you needed her to touch you, the mere thought of her fingers and mouth on you had your core tightening.
You speed up, your hips rocking back and forth on her leg quickly. Squeezing you eyes shut, you imagine Tatum positioned in between your legs, her tongue licking up your slit, sucking your clit into her mouth, her fingers fucking into you hard. You imagine the taste of her cunt on your tongue when she cums on your face when she uses you as her own personal sex toy. 
The coil in your stomach tightens and you’re gasping, moaning out her name. Tatum sits back in her chair, her hands resting on your hips. She doesn’t stop your movements but digs her nails into your flesh. “You close? Be a good girl for me and cum, alright? You can do that, can’t you?”
“Yes! Yes, fuck, I’ll be good, I swear.” You cum and, after you try to stop moving, Tatum keeps moving your hips back and forth, working you through your orgasm. The pain was almost unbearable by the time she let go of you. “Can you touch me now?” You ask, leaning in and kissing her. She hums into the kiss, dragging her hands up and down your back lightly. 
She pulls back and motions with her head for you to stand up. When you do, the wet spot on her thigh is shown in all of its glory. Your face heats up in embarrassment but Tatum seems smug; you came on her thigh, that’s how bad you wanted her. “Mmm, I’d love to, really baby, but no.” Your eyes bug out of your face and she laughs at you again. “I finished my work just before you came. Sorry, but I told you what was gonna happen if you didn’t finish first.”
“Tha-that’s not fair! Tatum, fuck! You can’t just leave me like this!”
“Except I can.” She stands, kissing you on the cheek before walking off, leaving her room. You stay standing there, feeling your arousal drip down your thighs, your cunt aching. Tatum pops her head back in through the door and narrows her eyes at you. “And don’t even think about fucking touching yourself.”
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f1nalboys · 2 years
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KINKTOBER DAY TWENTY-FIVE ; TITTY FUCKING
Bo Sinclair x Plus Sized!Fem!AFAB!Reader
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WORD COUNT: 661
WARNINGS: nsfw, titty fucking (duh), face slapping, body praise, bo loves his plus sized gf <3, cumshot, mention of breeding, implication of more sex, not proofread
Bo’s head was thrown back, his hands gripping the arm of the chair tightly. You were on your knees in front of him, your hands squeezing your tits together while his cock, slick with lube and your saliva, fucked them. “Fuck, sugar, your tits-” He cuts himself off with a loud moan that has you aching for him. “Mmph, shit. Got me so fuckin’ close,”
He tilts his head back up and opens his eyes, his face flushed red, and his eyes rake down your body. “So fuckin’ sexy,” He grunts and his movements pause. The glint in his eye is all you need to understand and you start jerking him off, his cock still in between your tits. He sits up more now as he tries to fix his breathing. “Your stomach, thighs, ass, fuck! Y-your tits, too, Jesus. Everythin’ about you is so. Fuckin’. Beautiful.”
Bo emphasises each word with a smack, your cheek stinging. He soothes your skin with his thumb, carefully tracing your soft flesh. “You think?” You ask, staring up at him with a bat of your eyelashes. Bo had forced you to love your body and to keep loving it; he wouldn’t be with someone he thought was ugly, and you sure weren’t ugly.
“I know,” He says, voice harsh. He grabs your shoulder and pushes at you and you let go of him, sitting back onto your knees. His cock was painfully hard and your chest was covered in precum, lube, and spit. “Don’t you ever fuckin’ doubt that, sugar. You’re so fuckin’ sexy, it drives me fuckin’ crazy.” He strokes himself slowly, eyes boring into your own, and he sighs slightly as his thumb brushes over his tip. “Look what you do to me. Got me this fuckin’ hard all from seein’ you. So sexy,”
He leans down and kisses you, palming at your tits roughly. That was probably his favorite part of you. Sure, your thighs were great and he loved how they felt squeezing against his head while he tongue fucked you, and he’d never deny the love he felt when he cuddled into you at night and touched your stomach, but your tits? They were something else.
“You gonna jerk me off with those tits? Gonna be a pretty girl and get me off without using your cunt?” He asks against your lips and you nod quickly, ignoring the embarrassment you feel when he laughs at you. Leaning back into the chair his legs spread wider. “Get to it then, hun.”
You don’t hesitate, taking his cock in between your tits and starting to move them up and down, your eyes on Bo’s face. He looked completely and utterly blissed out, his eyes struggling to stay open as you brought him closer to the edge. “Don’t you fuckin’ stop, understand me? Christ, got me so close, gonna cum all of those tits of yours,”
The thought sends a thrill down your spine and you spit, letting the string fall onto your chest. It travels down and lands onto Bo’s dick and the feeling has him letting out a low growl. You can feel his cock twitching against you and within seconds he’s cumming. You don’t stop, moving your tits up and down until he’s emptied over your chest.
“Fuck,” He stammers, collapsing back into the chair. He was worn out. A large smile grows on his face as he really looks at you, covered in his cum and an eager look in your eyes. “You wan’t me to fuck you now?”
“Yes! Fuck, Bo, yes, please.”
He laughs lowly, standing up and grabbing your upper arm, forcing you to stand. Bo drags a finger down your chest, collecting some of his cum before shoving the digit into your mouth. He hums as you suck his finger clean. “Yeah. Lookit you, fuckin’ salivating for my cock. Gonna fill that pretty pussy of yours up and you’re gonna like it, aren’t ya?”
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KINKTOBER DAY TWENTY-EIGHT ; CORRUPTION
Tiffany Valentine x GN!AFAB!Reader
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WORD COUNT: 585
WARNINGS: nsfw, corruption (duh,) virgin!reader, tiffany is kindaaa manipulative, could be read as dub con but i didn’t write it that way, oral (afab receiving,) masturbation, slight power imbalance, reader calls tiffany ‘miss valentine,’ implication of more sex, not proofread
Watching your fingers falter was both aggravating and insanely hot. You had no idea what you were doing and you needed her, Tiffany Valentine, to teach you. And poor, innocent, pure, little old you thought she was doing it out of the kindness of her heart. If she wasn’t so hell-bent on it happening, she would laugh right in your face for how naive you are.
“L-like this?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed together in concentration. She watches with a neutral expression as you finally, finally, touch yourself, your mouth opening slightly and a breathy moan leaving your lips. “It feels good, Miss Valentine.”
She hums, sitting closer from her chair to really watch as your hand begins to move. It’s slow and unsure and it makes it that much more attractive. “Just like that, baby.” Tiffany purrs, her tongue wetting her bottom lip quickly. Your fingers begin to work quicker and more confident at the praise. “Doesn’t it feel good? Just like I promised, right?”
“Yes, mmfh. It feels really good.”
“I’d never lie to you,” If Tiffany were a good person, that sentence would make her feel bad. But Tiffany wasn’t a good person and she was perfectly fine lying to you if it got her what she wanted, and what she wanted was to fucking ruin you, to get rid of the stench of innocence that cling to your skin. “You look so pretty like that sweetheart. You’d look even prettier doing it to me.”
She holds in a laugh at your shocked face. Pulling your hands off of yourself and sitting up you stare at her, shifting your weight. “What? A...are you serious?” “You don’t want to?” Tiffany wouldn’t ever force you to touch her; she wasn’t a fucking monster.
“No! No, I want to, it's just…” You feel your face heat up and suddenly you find it hard to hold eye contact. Tiffany clears her throat, waiting for you to collect yourself. “I’ve never touched anyone either and… and I want to make you feel good. I don’t want to mess up.”
Tiffany tsks, moving from her spot on the chair to the place beside you on the bed. Placing a hand on your thigh she squeezes it slightly, giving you a reassuring smile. “You wouldn’t mess up. I can tell you what to do, maybe show you what to do first?”
You nod slowly, looking at her with an expectant smile. She was an expert. She knew how to make you feel good and she was going to show you how to make her feel good. Positioning herself in between your legs, she sucks in a breath at the sight of you. The heat had returned to your face; no one, not even yourself, had seen you spread open like this.
“Let me show you what you’ve been missing,” She winks before dipping in between your folds, her hands coming to grab ahold of your thighs when they squeeze against her head. That felt good. “Mmm, that’s right. You show me how good I’m making you feel. I wanna hear every fucking sound, alright? Who woulda thought,” She cuts herself off with a short laugh and another lick. “That I’d be in between the legs of someone so innocent.”
You moan, louder this time, your body falling back onto the bed. Her manicured nails are digging into your inner thighs and it hurts but in the best way. You never knew something could feel this good. 
“I’m gonna ruin you.”
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