Fuck I Need You To Fuck Your Cock Down My Throat I Need It So Bad Please Please Ill Be A Good Puppy And

fuck I need you to fuck your cock down my throat I need it so bad please please I’ll be a good puppy and swallow all your cum and lick it all up please

i need to be fucked.

i don't want the standard definition of just 'having sex', either. i don't want vanilla, i don't want plain missionary, i don't want the stock standard.

i need to be fucked, manhandled, tossed around, slapped and spit on and ruined. i need somebody to drag me across the floor by my hair to shove my face against their crotch and then just laugh at me when i make noises of both pleasure and pain. i need somebody to bite hickeys into a necklace around my throat that lasts a month, or maybe leave bruises there in the shape of their hands instead.

i need someone to treat me like a proper little fag, their cock/strap slamming down my throat until i can just barely breathe around how much drool is dribbling down my chin. i need them laughing at me, mocking me for being such a useless cocksucker that they had to take control and fuck my throat instead. i need them to shove a boot between my legs and harshly command me to grind on it like the filthy dog i am.

i need to beg them to be gentle as i'm pinned down on the nearest surface and stuffed with their cock/strap, only for them to smack me across the face and snarl "be a good toy and take it" while shoving themselves deeper into my dripping cunt. i need to be pounded until i'm begging them to slow down through sobs, even though i don't really mean it, streaky makeup trailing down my cheeks as they pry open my mouth to spit in it. i need to feel my mind go blank as they promise to knock up my tight little hole while i squirt around them with a scream that wakes the neighbours, scratching desperate lines down their back.

i need to be fucked, damn it.

[op uses they/it pronouns]

[please rb for reach! <3]

Sick of masturbating i want someone to rail me until i cant see straight

thick thighs save lives or whatever they say <3

[op uses they/it pronouns]

i thinkkkkkk ppl should send me asks and dms :3

it's easier to put your t gel on wearing a dress, bunny.

that text message had decided my outfit for visiting my boyfriend that evening- a soft, flowy sundress that tickled my thighs as i walked.

his hands were like fire against my skin as they slid under the dress, cupping the backs of my thighs to pull me into his lap. one hand stayed resting there as the other crept upwards beneath the dress- a whimper escaped me as his fingers danced through my budding happy trail, just barely avoiding the waistband of my underwear. such a tease, as always. i loved it.

"such a pretty boy," he cooed softly in my ear, that hand on my thigh squeezing to coax a whine out of my parted lips. "you're becoming such a gorgeous boy for me, pup, all this cute hair coming in! who's my pretty boy, hm?"

i whimpered softly at the loss of contact when his hand left my thigh, only to shiver and obediently tug my dress up to bare my tummy when i saw him reaching for the gel.

"i am, sir."

"good boy." his lips curved into a grin as he rubbed the cool testosterone gel into the soft skin of my tummy, chuckling when a shiver ran through me. "why don't we get this dress off, hm? wouldn't want to get any of your t on it."

i nodded, shivering slightly once more as the dress was peeled off and my skin was exposed to the air. his eyes raked over me appreciatively, my face flushing hot at the obvious ogling.

"so fucking gorgeous," he breathed, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me down on his lap, my clothed tdick pressing against his bulge. i let out a shameless moan at the friction, watching his eyes darken with arousal- my heart fluttered when his hands moved to unbuckle his belt.

"i can't wait to make you scream, pretty boy."

[op uses they/it pronouns]

[please rb for reach! <3]