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pls do part 2 of fem dombot m character x shy subtop knight reader 😩😩

yeah sure bud. diff plot;; knight reader "saves" fem guy and fem guy makes it up to him, nameless fem guy, sorry for any mistakes

fem dombot amab x shy amab knight reader

cw;; chatacter is a LIAR! manipulative, hints of coercion ( into fucking ), willing-stupid/himbo "does whatever pretty person says" reader, exhibition, blowjob ( recieving :p )

you'd call yourself a chivalrous man. a gentleman, so thoughtful and honorable to everyone and everything alike! the villagers, the townspeople love you.. you think they find you endearing. and find it especially hard when they merely call you over for a cup of tea. while immensely appreciating the gesture, you'd much rather they take you seriously…! you were so strong and big! can't they see you'll help with damn near anything? but, oh.. the thought of them, the ones offering you goodies, might just need a companion to have a conversation with.. you were willing to give them that..

it's more so old women and men.. afterall, you were rather.. ahem, nervous around young ladies… you get so embarrassed, fumbling around and trying to ignore contact and focus on whatever they might need help with in the moment. often straying away from the women who beckon you over from their shops or homes, offering mugs of beer - flaunting themselves. augh, how embarrassing… to decline such beautiful ladies begging for your attention. you often divert their attention onto one of your partners, often scouting in duos… you can't handle all that. it's just.. augh!

and it just so happens when your companion is drowning in women.. a distress call alerts you - your honorable senses tingling and leading you down a misty alleyway, companion forgotten as you were too caught up in being pulled down the maze of constricted hallwaysㅡand there it was! a smaller person getting ganged up on by two bulkier men… wasting no time on yelling out, you presume the clinking of your armor was tell enough as well as your footfalls… their attention diverted towards you; only seeing their silhouettes before one of the bulkier was already on the groundㅡ! slinking closer and preparing to subdue the other when.. he was already on the ground. taking a moment to yourself, assessing the well-known drunkards on the brick pathway, before diverting your attention toward the smaller - p-prettier person who was already staring up at you.

“g-goodness, you sure are strong..” you remark, pulling your hand from the presumed woman's after helping her up from the ground - noting how strong her grip is.. unable to make direct eye contact and proceed to fret over herㅡ"ah, my… you sure are strong yourself, haha..” her voice.. a lovely melodious whisper that makes you quiver. you hope it's not obvious, as you feel your knees weaken - instinctively straightening your body and looming over the tiny person, paying no heed to the men knocked out on the ground..

“you saved me..” she saysㅡbutterflies swarming your tummyㅡsounding breathless. a smile plastered on her plump, glossy lips; staring up at you with those wide eyes that look dazzling when the light hits them just right - “you- you're so.. strong!”

“uhm.. did i?” you squint, a nervous smile plastered on your lips, did you?? uh-uhm..

“yeah. you did. you knocked these two guys out, because they were harassing me-! you're so strong…” he murmurs, trailing his fingertips over your chest piece engraved with the kingdoms’ crest, h-her hand.. so tiny.. you straighten yourself out - edging away from her touch. “ㅡoh… really? h-haha..” it was plain to see that you did not know what to do with yourself when flirted with. endearing, he thinks; blood shooting straight to his cock - grinning slyly at you. so.. so intimidating..! you shy away, immediately forgetting to actually apprehend those two knuckleheadsㅡ

ㅡhow could you not recognize him? he was one of the “ladies” calling out to you on your shifts throughout the village. it was so effortless, luring you out. man, if he knew it had been this easy…

“yes, of course you did! how gallantly you striked them…!” maneuvering you by your bicep, leading you away from the scene rather too easily… too caught up in the pretty little thing at your arm, unknowing of where exactly he was leading you. “it's only noble of me to thank you properly, right? aha..” he chuckles under his breath, arms looped around yours and leading you along… deciding where you were now was good enough; in the maze of alleyways, shrouded in dim light where no other was to explore, he's sure. you were a bit too dim to notice anyhow, brushing off your concerns of “there's no need for that-!” as he was already tugging at his clothes -

“o-oh! m-ma'am- sir! i'm so sorry to have been… calling you ma'am!” you squirm, face blooming with a nearly unbearable heat as you flatten yourself against the wall - eyes darting side to side as if expecting someone to turn the corner of the maze of alleyways as this - m-man, presses his derriere so boldly against your unprotected groin, looking back at you over his shoulder; face burning at the suddenness - “a-ah..” notably shrinking.. “what better way to thank you?” he smiles so kindly at you… you grunt in mild complaint, “i-i would do well with a nice cup of tea as well j-just fine..” you choke out - you could so easily subdue this man, no? what's stopping you?

“are you ungrateful?” he questions, cooing whilst burying his round ass in your softened cock - blood shooting straight down, livening your body and making you hopped up on adrenaline - “is this.. is this you being ungrateful to my thanks?” he pulls away, and you nearly whimper at the loss of contact - before his dainty little hand was quickly pressed against your erection; groping through your clothㅡ

“a-ah.. no..! nonono!! i-i'm not ungrateful..” you choke out, hands pressed flat against the wall behind you, unsure of what exactly to do with yourself, too caught up in staring at the man who had no problem seducing you - goddamn you need to train yourself better on skittering away from alluring pretty people in general… you're too awkward, afraid of embarrassing yourselfㅡbut my god it does not seem they have any problem with your antics… he was smiling so widely, batting his eyelashes - you had to avert your eyes, fearing you would tear up if your face burned any hotter…

“... what a way to thank you, right? you should be glad i'm touching you like this, really!” he chuckles airily, pulling his hand away and shuffling around - lips parting to voice your “complaints” before he was already on his knees and fidgeting with your clothes - knees weakening and mouth gaping at the feminine man who wordlessly pulls your cock out - fuck, feeling his fingers on the skin of your prick, cold yet so comforting - an otherworldly feeling you had never felt before besides your own handㅡhe was laughing at you.

merely stroking you… tonguing the beading pearl of pre, sucking it from yr hole and feeling you thrust into his grip. bitter. tasty... slyly grinning as he props his mouth open, hoping you'd find his glittery eyes alluring as he was making no move to look away - giggling to himself as you clearly cant handle eye-contact while he fists your cock.. tonguing the tipㅡever so slightly trembling… how endearing. Truly. a big hulking man such as yourself being subdued by a pretty little thing such as himself by a little dicksucking.. have you no shame?! mwahaha-!

just like your companions… asking if you had ever gotten laid, or even been touched - obviously catching onto the fact that you avoided womenㅡ“a-ah-ck-!” his tongue, flicking out against the slit of your head - he felt so honored, figuring that he's one of your firsts.. “s-so sensitive..” he manages to tease, to hell with his knees. bracing himself on your thigh, feeling underneath and groping as he sucks at the tip if it were a lollipop he often found himself indulging in.. he thinks yr dick is much better material to be in his mouth.

squirming underneath him, trying your best to keep still as he was fisting the base of your cock before bobbing his head on what thick girth he could throat, throat hallowing and burying his nose in your crotch - choking on your cock and making you whine.. thrusting into his warmth, so eager to fuck into himㅡdrool dribbling down his chin as tears flow freely down his flushed cheeks -

“g-gosh, are you- are you alright!??” so caring, so thoughtful you are, your whiny pathetic voice calling out to him.. he thinks, teary eyes darting up to look at you while half-way down your veiny cock - your hand so kindly brushing hair out of his face and gently caressing the tears from his cheeks with your thick fingers.. ah.. he swallows; relishing in the way he can feel you twitch in his mouth, tonguing the underside of your cock dutifully as he squeezes his eyes shut, pushing forward and proudly, skillfully taking you once more down his throatㅡthe bitter taste of pre, salty, but it was so fucking good coming from you, burying himself in your trimmed curlsㅡ

obviously, you keep yourself clean compared to others… so happily sucking your cock as if it was second nature to breathing. he hopes you seek him out after this.. oh, what the hell is he saying? of course you will ㅡ swallowing, choking on your thick milky load of cumㅡpulling from your cock and falling on his ass, covering his mouth in an attempts to keep it from dribbling from his lipsㅡbefore he was stumbling to stand; reaching up and pulling you down just to give you an open-mouth kiss and give you a mouthful of your own cum - yelping into his glossy, plump lips as the salty bitter taste of your semen spreads along your tongueㅡ

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saying you hate scara as you have him on your lap is real!! m regularly havin thoughts about cussing at him while biting softly at his neck as groping his ass!! he’s just so ewww but so ughh yk yk

i get how you feel.

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*runs to you at max speed before stopping* hewo:3 i have a request, good sir:33 could you pls do some ftm yandere who's basically just a weird little guy and a bit unnerving who basically snatches male sub-top reader and takes him to his basement where he power-bottoms them to literally oblivion?:333 thank you, good sir, i luv you:3333⁠♡ *runs away like a demon*

yes dear anon ily <33 i hope i do ur request justice :33

ftm dombot creep ivette x subtop m reader

nsfw, somnophilia, drugging, kidnapping, dubcon, overstimulation, cockwarming…

ivette.. he prided himself in his looks. he dedicated himself to looking extremely lovely, just to make sure he's captured your attention with his eye-catching white choppy-shoulder length hair and hazel green eyes - priding himself in his build even more.. he was a little stronger than you, a lot stronger than you realistically - often going to the gym just to work up the brute strength to carry your weight,,, mastering the “sleeper build” as everyone calls it. he's been planning this all this time! nothing to worry your pretty little head about, alright? not like you would worry, when taken in by him! he's your friend! best friend! you would never be freaked out by his presence right?? you like him - you like being around him - no need to play it off by being shy…

the onslaught of a never ending rant continued rapidly throughout his mind, ivette chasing his high while staring at your sleeping figure sprawled out on your bed with the full moon as a light source to admire your features - squirming to try and keep his legs spread as he feels his lower intestine begin to coil, trying to keep his deep breathing controlled and quiet as he fingerfucked himself in the chair at your desk - letting out a soft whine as his juices slicken his puffy lips,, sloppily sliding his wet fingers over his loosened pussy, he slowly begins to relax - chest heaving and face uncomfortably hot... a face of adoration as he gazes at you, leaning back in your desk chair,, trembling, and a little dizzy, he sloppily cleans up his mess with a random article of clothing he picked from your basket of your clean laundry, huffing and stumbling toward your bed where you lay snoring silently. he sighs under his breath, pink glossy lips pouty and glancing at his fingers briefly before lifting them to your lips - dipping them past and dragging the pads of his fingers along your teeth.. sucking the combined moisture off his fingers -

he was often silent, perceived as standoffish to those not close with him.. annoying. that's all everyone assumes.. that he's just “a weirdo introvert”. which isn't far from the truth - but still! he perceives himself as happy-go-lucky and loyal as can be! can't be said about others, that much is indefinitely true.. ivette rubs his thumb over the smiling polaroid of you whilst sitting in the back of the public library whilst his fists grips a pair of cum-stained underwear in his deep jean pocket.. he was waiting for you to enter as you usually with your little group of meaningless friends… they were a little irritating. ivette was a much better choice. they didn't even check in on you daily or even regularly…

to ivette's merriment, you come in alone-! walking, mindlessly on your phone as you navigate through the bookshelves rather easily and sit yourself down at a dark, empty table all by your lonesome.. isnt it perfect?

“oh.. hey, ivette.” you greet a little lamely, peering up from your phone - there was no telling what quiet creeps like ivette could do if given the chance, it could take one insult and then they snap. you decide to be nice to everyone, as its relatively the right thing to do... “what's up?” you half-smile, turning off your phone courteously and placing it face-down on the table. you weren't close friends, but you'd say you were comfortable in some ways with each other, right? ivette is sure to feel the same way you do - maybe he's just glad to have someone not look at him all weird everytime he interacts with them…? after a bit of bland conversation - he decides to take his chance and ask you;;

“i need help moving some stuff around my place..” he appears nervous, anxious while asking… but is utterly trying to hide his arousal - shifting and squirming as he stood in place in front of you, tugging at his sweater sleeves... “i was wondering if you could help me, actually?” he looks around, as if looking for your friends… you seemed reluctant, even before answering - quickly! make it better, ivette! “i'll pay you. right now.” he interrupts you before you get the chance to reject him. your eyes widen briefly, cracking a grin. “sure, i'm not busy!” you cheerfully answer. more sweet conversation before ivette leads you out to his car…

ivette's car smells vaguely familiar. he was tapping along the steering wheel as he continues down the main road, a bit excited to help out - you fiddle with the mechanisms on the door - “mint?” ivette offers, gesturing toward the console.

“oh, yeah! mints are my favorite.” you grin, giving him a polite nod as you reach over and fiddling with his trinkets in the console - grasping the altoid tin and promptly eating several.. minty fresh breath.. yum… uh… what a strange after taste. is this a new flavor of… altoids…? hm, yeah… you chew mindlessly, the aftertaste a bit odd - but otherwise minty nonetheless to which you enjoy; eyeing the passing buildings… it wasnt long before you wound up asleep and pressed against his shoulder, drooling on his clothes…

uh - awakening with the feeling of drowsiness.. and pain. and a boner? your neck feels sore… you adjust yourself to rub your jaw - just to realize that you were bound. a searing pain along your wrists as if they were cut when really the rope tying them up was rubbing them raw... your head jerking around slowly and worriedly.. lips parted as you spot your arms tied up to the tall bedposts, in a sitting up position - bare, from what you could feel underneath the blanket covering your lower half. jesus fuck, it aches…your dick.. a wet spot, on the tip of your dick soaking through the blanket.. ivette? you wonder, chest heaving.,,

you could barely muster up your voice to mutter his name.. though, he knew what you were trying to get at, immediately hearing the shifting of your free legs squirming underneath the blanket - leaving them unbound. he decided your arms were enough, how sweet.. ivette rushes to sit at the bedside, cup of water in hand, ( he was waiting patiently in front of you, merely trailing his hands over your legs in wonder) - “hi..” he starts gently, smiling shyly as he tilts his head at your dazed form, you hum softly in reply, licking your lips and blinking your eyes rapidly. he grinned merrily, lifting the cup of water to his lips - leaning over and pressing his lips against yours; tilting your head upward gently to hydrate you - most of the water dripping down onto your chest.. you huff, shivering at the chillness of the water, glancing at him.

“you're okay, silly..” ivette coos gently, hand slickened with his pre-cum ghosting over your tear-flushed face - “i got you.. you're gonna be okay!” he chuckles softly, his face burning red for all to see… flustered, as he slowly tugs the blanket away from your lower half.. absolutely giddy as you're now awake so he can marvel at your naked form in the presence of you finally…!!! ivette kisses your cheek gently before pulling away, standing and moving about the room. basement. it seemed only the corner was properly furnished... under his home, a place of comfortability - carpeted with a king bed and nightstand… with slightly rusted pipes along the ceilings, nothing else was out of the ordinary besides the white brick walls… he wanted you to feel comfy…

“oh.. yeah, sorry.. i was too caught up in looking at your face.” he chuckles under his breath softly, reaching over to poke his index finger at your tentㅡyou whimper softly at the contact - hips bucking upward toward his single digit. “o-oh…! i'm so sorry.. you must be so pent-up..” he exhales shakily, garnering your half-lidded gaze - you huff, your only form of communication besides whining. “it'll be alright.. haha..” ivette scrambles underwear off, ( having been prancing around in one of your shirts, ) - not wanting to make you ache any longer,, he was starting to fidget in pain as well, seeing you strung up and cock leaking for some form of contact besides a sheet that you dotted with your pre..

cooing gently incoherently as he began grazing your thighs with his fingertips briefly before ivette crawls over you, grazing your stiff and aching member as he settles in between your legs, eagerly pushing forward and pressing his lips against yours,,, pulling away with a soft pop and string of saliva that he wipes away, licking the remnants off and staring at you with wide hazel green eyes full of awe as you moan softly, a gruff sound that makes him make a mess underneath him,,, he kisses you again - keeping your jaw propped up as he gently and messily makes out with you,, he pulls away, swallowing your combined spit in his mouth before he shifts his hips closer to yours; pussy nearly grazing your cock before he lays down;;

“ah, l-look.. it's all for you.. mmnh..” he squirms shyly as his gut flutters with butterflies - shifting himself to lay down;; legs spread completely and pulling apart his puffy lips with his saliva-slickened digits. his pussy fluttering upon your drugged out gaze full of wonder and adoration admiring his pink, glossy folds,,, “y-y'like it, huh…? so cute..” ivette grits his teeth, smiling oddly whilst staring at you from being sprawled out - white hair splayed out,, an angel, you thought briefly, as ivette rubs along his tdick with his index and thumb - pinching his nipple as he gazes up at you with pouty lips,,,

the white haired man breathes heavily, addicted to the way you stare at him as he finger fucks himself before you - fidgeting as he fastens his pace along his tdickㅡslipping his index and middle finger into himself, his pussy loosened enough from the mere arousal.. he still felt the need to tease you, so cruelly as he fingers himself below you.

your hungry gaze along his pussy nearly makes him cum on the spot before he was shifting himself along your lap, hurriedly…!!

“you really like what you see, that much is clear, haha.. my dick rivals yours, huh..?” he teases breathlessly, arms loosely wrapping around your neck, holding himself up with the help of your frame and the bedframe before he reaches down - spreading his lips and pushing onto your cock; grinding his folds along your veiny girth and burying his face in the side of your head - inhaling the scent of your hair before mewling at the contact of your thick meaty dick sliding along his pussy - mewling your name so prettily in your ear.. your cock pulses along his folds - lubing up your length with the juices of his pussy mixed with your pre..

“so cute.. fuck, so - so good.. filling me up so fucking good...” he'd moan under his breath while fucking himself on your cock, tdick grinding into your groin with every soft plap, fucking himself harder on your dick - your dazed mind managing to make out his words, tugging at your restraints as you buck upwards into him and forcing your cock deep into his pussy, his fingers digging into his arms as he delibrately tenses around you -

“ff-fuck, yes..” you exhale deeply, mind too fucked out to realize how wrong it was to be enjoying something like this - “c'mon.. c'mon -” you mutter incoherently, trying to hydrate your lips as try to brace yourself - trying to move your legs to support your body and promptly bounce ivette on your cock before he bites your neck harshly - whimpering at the contact as you promptly fall limp, body tense and stiff as you try to adjust yourself comfortably underneath him,, you; merely repeating, fuck me, fuck me over and over again under your breath like a drunken poorly acting pornstar…

cumming inside him relatively quickly, your hole clenching around nothing at you tug; gripping your restraints as you release your load into his pussy - he coos at you, “such a good job,,,” before he stays simply sitting on your cock with no means of getting up.. your dick had no tell of softening either.. having to deal with the overflow of cum dribbling from his pussy, whining incoherently about how your dick feels “sensitive”

“so pretty,” ivette breathes at your form, ignoring your claims and merely observing you, whining and mewling as ivette milks your cock orgasm after orgasm - his good boy - finally! to be able to fuck you like this.. pussy drenched with your cum, inside and out.. he grinds himself into your groin, eyes rolling in how deep it reaches inside him - instinctively clenching around you… perhaps.. if he just stayed like this;; holding you lovingly while your dick softens inside his pussy,, heaving and head slung over his shoulder, nuzzling into him before completely relaxing in his hold, you would love him more when you would inevitably come to,, it wasn't soon before ivette started back up again, rocking back and forth to make your cock harden inside him as he sucked along your neck, delibrately trying to get you all riled up again.,,,

sorry for any mistakes !!!

#ocs =͟͟͞͞★ #x male reader #male reader #subtop male reader #dombot ftm character #top male reader #tw somno #tw overstim #tw dubcon......

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READER: I hate you so much, you have no idea.

SCARAMOUCHE, WHO’S CURRENTLY SITTING ON YOUR LAP WITH YOUR ARMS AROUND HIS WAIST, WHO ALSO TRIED TO STAND UP BUT WAS STOPPED WHEN YOU ONLY TIGHTENED YOUR GRIP AROUND HIM: …right.

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— ( TERRITORIAL . . . ! )

— [ scaramouche × male reader ]

— [ content warnings: this is in school settings, but it doesn’t necessarily mean they’re underaged. dub-con. cheating. reader is an asshole, lol. implied baby-trapping. implied multiple orgasms. dominant scara! ]

— ( NOTES . . . ! )

all right, here is my take for a powerbottom scara. it’s been on my mind lately. modern au, someone please give me the will to write in the canon genshin surroundings.

scaramouche seethed at the sight before him.

how could one not? when you see your boyfriend being touched and kissed by another, who is not going to be mad? he’s going to fucking combust.

he expected to meet you at the students council faculty ( he was the president – yes, shocking ) all good and behave for him, doing some school related works.

but what he found was the executive secretary straddling your lap like – like – like they belonged there! and what’s worse is that you’re just fucking letting them!

acara felt hot tears prickling the corners of his eyes as he continued to watch from the doorway.

fuck this. this is so fucked up beyond words. how — what — why?! that person knows – the whole campus knows, hell, even the principal knows – that you two are dating, fucking, even! the fucking audacity?!

he had always knew that they had their eyes on you. always trying to gain your attention when in meetings, trying to seek more approval from you than they should have – and scaramouche, being the possessive lover he is, just clings on to you tighter and will press a kiss on the crook of your neck, loving the way you shuddered and how they rolled their eyes at the sight.

scara could only scoff. everyone would be lucky to fucking have you. you’re tall, attractive, handsome, and most of all, you’re so cute and adorable! you are the definition of a cute-but-hot boyfriend material. so, it’s no surprise that this whore of an executive secretary is latching on to you like a leech.

he tried his best to not crumble, and he succeeded. somehow.

scara folded his arms over his chest, appearing unaffected by the sight – but archons knows he’s literally dying and shriveling up in jealousy inside.

“well, well, well,” he said bitterly, catching your attention. “get a room, won’t you two? fucking disgusting.”

“s-scara —”

“what?” he spat.

the whore on your lap was frozen and wouldn’t have moved to get themselves off of you if you didn’t tap their thigh, they shuffled to stand up. they looked down on their feet, hands clasping in front of each other, nibbling on their lower lip, as if in shame – but scara knows full fucking well that’s really not the case.

scaramouche took it upon himself to stride to you and grip your tie, in which you let out a surprised yelp at, and proceeded dragging you out of the room. luckily, it isn’t recess nor lunch break – no one gets to see this – him, with his eyeliner smudging down his cheeks because of the stray tears that are spilling down.

fuck you and your attractiveness, making everyone steal you away from him!

in one swift move, he pushed you inside an empty classroom, locking the door and prompted to push at you, slapping your chest, your face, in a fit of rage and jealousy.

but the worst feeling he’s currently feeling . . . is anguish.

“you — ! fuck you, [ name ]! fuck you!” he cursed repeatedly, now crying unabashedly. he pushed you further and further, hands not once stopping to hit your chest, shoulder, stomach – anywhere it could land on – before you’re backed against the wall. “you asshole! what do you—what w-were you even thinking?! you know we’re in a fucking relationship and you’re — you’re letting others—fuck, i hate you! so much!”

he banged his fists on your chest, as if hurting you would remove all the anger and sadness and agony gnawing at him in the inside. he cried, and cried, and bawled his eyes out.

“what, are they better than me, huh?! is that it? do you think they can make you happy than i fucking can? make you feel good than I can?!” he practically yelled your ears off, and when you didn’t respond, he was, in lack of better words, absolutely even more livid. “talk, you asshole!”

“i . . .” you said – and fuck that soft, meek voice of yours, trying to make his heart melt. “i’m sorry . . . i didn’t . . . i – i mean, they forced me! they—um . . . they . . .”

“bullshit! you could have pushed them away!” scaramouche was full on crying now, hiccuping, with snot on his nose that kept he trying to sniffle back, and his face blotched with a mix of pink and red. he doesn’t even think he can shout anymore, his voice was hoarse. “i-is that all i am to you? we’ve been together for two fucking years, [ name ]! am—am i t-that easy to . . . to . . . to . . .”

he just broke down. poor boy feeling everything bad all at once.

but then, the last part of his rationality and sanity drifted off, and he looked at you with crazed eyes.

the next thing that happened was a bit of a blur – you just felt his lips smushing against yours in a forceful kiss, palming your clothed cock, squeezing at it.

he still cried in the kiss.

then he pulled away, getting down on his knees without any words, he just unbuckled your belt, pulled down your trousers and boxers, and just . . . proceeded taking your half-hard cock in his mouth – it immediately went to the back of his throat.

scara moved his head back and forth, hallowing his cheeks and looking up at you through his teary gaze. he had his small hands wrapping around your base to pump off the inches he couldn’t accommodate.

with the snot stuck in his nose, and your thick cockhead blocking his airways, it was so hard to breathe – but he pushed through it.

he pulled his mouth off with a pop, still jerking you off with his hands. “think they can make you feel good than i do, huh?” he said, smirking when you gripped his hair, groaning and grunting, and he wrapped his small mouth around the mushroom head of your cock, sucking on it like a delicious lollipop.

scara swirled his tongue over the slit, and that’s when he tasted your cum. you released in his mouth, and on his face when he pulled off. his face and hair was stained with your thick cum, and he fluttered his long lashes up at you, looking very provocative as he continued to kneel before you.

he was going to make you regret ever cheating on him.

and that’s how he got you on the floor with him, riding your cock up and down. he had his shirt taken off, revealing his whole chest, and only with his black skirt and thigh-highs and shoes left on.

he rode you with passion, moaning, whining, screaming when your cock effortlessly reach that one spot in him.

“t-think—hng—y-y-you can ch-cheat on m-me again if—if you—if you—hah, fuck!—if you get me pregnant? huh? i won’t let y-you, bitch.”

scara was going to make sure you get him fucking pregnant. he doesn’t even care anymore. he doesn’t care if someone was watching through the glass in the door. he doesn’t care if you knocked him up and make him useless, getting him to drop out to take care of the baby and just be a useless little housewife for you when you get home. he doesn’t care.

“you don’t g-get to cheat on me when i can make you feel t-this good, you h-hear? ah . . . ah . . . ah, ah, ah . . .”

the sloppy sounds filled the empty room. you had already cum in him so many times – both of you were pushing through your overstimulation.

well, who’s to blame but you?

i beg to please do not plagiarize my works—it’s no fun.

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