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just put in my medium plug to keep me nice and full for sleeping. it would be a shame if someone were to come and replace it with their cock...

sleeping beauty [soapgaz x reader]

summary: soap and gaz strike the jackpot. you end up being on the unlucky end of the draw. so is it a good thing that you don't know it?

pairing: soapgaz x f!reader

warnings: noncon, smut, oral (f), fingering, masturbation (m), piv, anal fingering, anal sex, soapgaz being absolute fiends, somno, throuple, etc yada yada yada.

notes: mind the tags. based on this thot that just never leaves me in peace. also @mikichko's drabble spawned these filthy thots so say thank you Kiko🍃 btw i'm that anon who said that fic got me wet

the two of them stopping dead in their tracks when they notice that someone's home because this wasn't part of the fucking plan. they were just gonna grab a few things and go but the little bird returned to her nest sooner from her girl's trip and they didn't notice? they should change course and get out while they still can.

but—

"gaz." soap taps his arm. "take a look at this."

he picks up the bottle of pills. the name written in small letters. sedatives.

which means their plan is back in motion because no matter how much noise they make, you won't wake up.

gaz doesn't know why he gravitates towards you. his hand softly caressing your cheek as he admires your peaceful expression.

"she's out cold." he muses.

soap ends up on the other side of the bed to stare at you. "well, ain't she a bonnie lass..."

he's not wrong. they pull down the blanket to get a better look at you and both of them inhale sharply.

your tits are outlined by the dark silk you're wearing. nipples pebbling due to the cold air seeping in through the open window. your nightdress had ridden up to show a pair of pretty panties snug on your ass.

"fuck..." what a vision you are.

surely, they can take one more souvenir from you.

one man carefully lifts your hips while the other slips off your panties and immediately brings them to his nose while palming himself. "god, fuck, she smells so good."

gaz turns his head back to you and realizes that's a grave mistake. the sight that greets him sends him straight down the rabbit hole. your legs are parted. night dress up to your thighs. he knows you're now bare under there. nothing underneath. naked. vulnerable.

his body moves before his mind even registers. he plants a knee on the bed, hands spreading your legs and pushing up the silk to your hips. his mouth waters when he finally sees your pussy.

they weren't supposed to. truly. this wasn't part of the plan. but gaz's tongue swipes through your cunt and it all goes downhill from there. your scent goes to his head almost immediately and clouds any coherent thought he had. his nose presses snugly against your clit as he scissors two fingers inside you until your pussy starts to weep and contract.

soap pushes him to the side, muttering something about having a turn to properly taste you and both of them find themselves taking turns licking your cunt until she's wet and pulsing around their fingers.

it's soap who gets the bright idea to undo gaz's zipper and start jerking him off while you're getting eaten out by the latter. his tongue swirling heavily around your bud, wet and needy and eager to draw out your essence.

you may not be awake but you're definitely somehow aware of what they're doing to you. gaz drags his fingers in and out of you, slowly opening you up, slowly taking you apart. your slick coats his digits until they're shiny and you start to clench around them.

the small noise you make when you cum freezes both of of them. they watch him awe as your body spasms under the weight of your pleasure, your pussy blossoming under his touch, unaware of the danger you're in.

"she didn't..." gaz speaks first, quietly, still in shock from what he just witnessed.

"aye, i think she did." soap adds next to him. a silent moment passes before he smirks, "wanna try again just tae make sure?"

he knows gaz wants to. the man's cock pulses thickly in his hands as he slowly starts stroking him again.

gaz groans but eventually pries soap's hands off of him. he tucks his cock back in his pants and plants a wet kiss on soap's lips. one of them has to be rational. they've already spent too much time here. "we're already late. we have to go."

oh, but they're not gone for long. they stake out your apartment a few days later. scoping you out, watching you. one sucking the other off while the other describes what they'd like to do to you. soap wants to fuck you over the counter. that little apron you wear stays on while he batters your pussy until your hips are bruised. gaz wants to take you on the couch. face down, ass up while you scream into the cushions.

they know you've taken your pills and they wait impatiently. both of them damn near salivating at the thought of getting their hands on you again. once you're down and out, they pop open your window and slip into your place.

this time, they do a little more than eat you out.

soap jerks his cock near your breasts now exposed after he pulled down the front of your nightgown. gaz rubs the tip of his cockhead through your folds with a heavy curse under his breath when he grazes your swollen clit. his breath caught in his lungs as he watches the way your cunt blossoms with slick, reacting to him the way he silently demands.

this is so wrong.

so so wrong—

"fuck her." soap growls while furiously fisting his cock above the rise and fall of your exposed breasts.

"no." comes gaz's immediate gravel voice. he glares at the Scot, nearly wishing death upon him for such a stupid idea. "and don't you dare leave any cum on her tits, otherwise we'll both get caught."

"just the tip, then." soap counters, unbothered by the threat. gaz is quiet for a minute. "c'mon... ye know ye want to."

it's bad enough that they're already toeing the line. no amount of soap's incessant jeering could get him to cross it but... but maybe...

he taps his cock, hot and heavy between your pussy lips and it makes those nasty wet noises that made them both groan out loud. the kind of sounds that are too obscene to speak of in polite conversation. soap urges him to get on with it. gaz finally notches the tip right at your opening and rubs your clit while giving a few shallow thrusts. maybe that'll be enough.

that alone is enough to warrant a small mewl out of you that halts both of their movements. you don't move. you don't wake. but they heard it. they see your expression pinching in your sleep. you're enjoying this. gaz inhales deeply and resumes his short thrusts.

"poor sweet thing." soap gripes, amused as he reaches to squeeze and pluck your hardened nipple. "she must be close."

your airy sigh is heard and it doesn't frighten them as much this time. in fact, it encourages them. soap eagerly rolls his thumb on your nipple while muttering filth under his breath.

"tha's it. just like tha..." he moans and it's filthy, it sends goosebumps up gaz's arms. "can ye cum jus' from tha', bonnie? i bet ye can."

to gaz's surprise, soap leans away from you all of a sudden and came to stand behind him. a hand reaches around him to slip two fingers inside your weeping slit, pumping in and out to draw out more of your slick. soap then uses it to rub his own shaft and goes back for more.

soon, gaz shudders as feels his ass being spread and fingers nudging his hole. he lets out a loud moan when a finger slips in. soap's mouth sucks a bruise onto his skin as his fingers press deeper inside and adds another one, moving slowly moving them in and out.

gaz stays still and makes the mistake of letting soap replace those deft fingers with his cock instead. because soap punches his hips a little too fast that it pushed gaz further into you with a groan.

the first time made him hiss. the second one a little too sharp for it not to be an accident, the momentum driving him deeper inside your pussy.

"soap-" gaz grunts sharply, trying to push back against him. he only manages to sink soap's shaft deeper inside his tight hole. he glares at the grinning Scot. "quit it."

soap retaliates by snapping his hips. harder this time. the impact of it nearly sends gaz falling on top of you as he plants his hands on either side of your head and catches himself but he feels it. his cock slipping deeper, halfway inside you, in fact.

your pussy instinctively sucks him in, fluttering and welcoming him with a pulsing heat that goes straight to his head. a soft mewl slips from your pretty lips, your brows furrowing deeply.

"ye're in too deep." he growls lowly, dragging his hand under gaz's shirt and pressing against his chest, his stomach as he rocks back and forth. "ye have tae fuck her now."

he's not wrong. it's too late to stop now. he's had a taste, a glimpse of how good it can be. there's no trying to rationalize a quick escape again, not like last time. there's no going back now.

gaz pushes your leg up until it's thrown over his shoulder while the other is pinned to the bed and he sinks in as deep as he can, right down to the hilt. you're limp. pliant under their weight. your body rocking up and down with each heavy thrust, a soft sigh escaping your lips each time. soap presses himself flush against his ass and they work in tandem, forming a rhythm that spawns breathy moans out of you.

"listen." gaz pants. "hear that?"

the squelching sounds of your cunt, the noises rising from your throat. you were flourishing, despite the deep hold your slumber had you in.

"she fucking wants this." soap reaches for your bare tit and squeezes without missing a beat.

gaz grunts in response, adding, "look at her. she's beggin' for it."

you are. you're drenched and you're squeezing his shaft too tightly not to think otherwise. you want this. you need this. badly. you're so close, they can both practically taste it. your moans become louder and more frequent with each push and pull from both of them, drawing them closer and closer to their end as well as yours.

gaz's thumb cards through your folds, collecting the wetness gathered there and rubbing tight little circles around your swollen clit. your hiccup prompts soap's pace to go faster and harder, pushing you all to the very edge.

"cum inside her." soap rasps so suddenly, the thought makes gaz's head spin as he shakes his head.

"we don't know if she's on-"

"if ye won't breed that cunt, i will." there was a moment of silence on gaz's end with only the salacious noises in the air. "cum inside. i'll lick it off right after, she won't know-"

soap's cut off by your sudden cry and just like that, the dominos fall in place. gaz's hips stutter with a sharp groan, cock sputtering ropes of cum deep inside your cunt. and soap follows just as quickly, his voice grating through the atmosphere as he cums inside his lover. all three of you locked in a hazy cycle of destructive pleasure that brought you all to the end.

soap made good on his promise and bent down to lick the soaking mess between your thighs once gaz moved out of the way and laid next to you. slurping up every bit of cum that oozed out of your pretty pussy like he was made for it.

"you're a terrible influence, mactavish." he muses softly while admiring your sleeping form. still in disbelief that you slept through that. whatever medication you're on his strong.

"aye." soap kisses him, sliding his tongue in his mouth. "but ye love me for it."

unbeknownst to you, that was far from the last time they came to visit.

i... i have no words.

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|cw: consensual somnophilia|

Thinking of the unspoken moments between you and Toji, where he wakes up in the middle of the night and decides to get you off because the sounds you make ease him back to sleep like nothing else. You're in your peaceful slumber, when suddenly you feel his hand dip into your shorts and go beneath your underwear, his fingers meeting the inviting warmth of your cunt.

It took hearing you say that he could do anything he wanted to you when you're asleep, just once, and he never questioned it because he frequently put the privilege to use. You rewarded him this right because you know sometimes he gets home from work late and he just wants to be so close to you—inside you, but you're too tired to do anything. He knows where to draw the line, so you've never felt unsafe in these situations.

Nothing is said during these moments, to ensure that neither of you fully wakes up. Toji knows you're next to him and all it takes is a couple taps of his hand to locate what he's blindly searching for. You both have your eyes closed, and the only movements introduced to the once still setting are the shifting back and forth to circling motions of Toji's fingers on your clit and a slightly faster pace to the rise and fall of your chest.

He listens closely to the sound of your awareness kicking in. You let out a weightless sigh, feeling everything so strongly, as his rhythm continues. You bite back the loud moans dying to leave you and convert them into desperate, quiet whimpers and breaths that are just as soothing to his ears. A sharp gasp is drawn from your lips, and just like that, your orgasm washes over you. High pitched hums and the smallest cries fill the silence of a sleeping home. Toji pulls his hand out of your shorts and pats your stomach twice—a silent praise to you, and then he rubs the soft skin until you both doze off again.

FROM AFAR | PJM

Pairing: Yandere! Professor Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 3.4K

Warning(s): Obsessive behavior, somnophilia, NONCON touching + video recording, smut, mentions of infidelity, drugs, alcohol, (11 year age gap) reader is 18!

Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with the topics above.

A/N: Hi! Here’s an EXTREMELY late valentine’s gift for each and everyone of you, but better late than never, am I right?

What a sick sweetness he carried. The love he possessed for a forbidden woman, a woman eleven years his junior. She was so immensely intelligent, so sweet and kind, so meek that it would melt his heart like butter whenever she would approach his desk unaware of his pounding heart, excessively beating in his chest, caused by her delightful presence.

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throne of a sinner

pairing : yandere king! jungkook x servant! reader

summary : The people of the palace have been waiting for the king to choose his ideal queen. However, the fact that you approved of this as much as the others perplexed and angered him. So he proved how much he desired you to be his queen; no one would refuse you the throne, right? with your stomach growing with his child.

warnings : yandere themes, explicit smut, non con/dub con, infidelity?, innocent! reader, reader can’t speak due to child trauma, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, impregnation, slight age gap, manipulation, mention of murder and blood, somnophilia, drugging, pregnancy symptoms.

word count : 8k

The sun lowering, heralding the advent of darkness. stealing the light from you, your shaky arms almost giving up from the constant hard work of doing the laundry.  When the sun had softly slipped away, you’d always fasten your work. The night isn’t for you. 

You aren’t terrified of the darkness nor the creepy aura it exudes. When you were a kid, it was always enthralling and comforting to you. The birds noisily chirping, the stars dancing in the sky—it was all beautiful, until it was tarnished. 

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Yes…

Yes part 2.

Nah but fr at first I’m thinking Shall Fen Shall sizes

Then I realized and was like “oh” that’s so cute lmao

But now I’m like how small tho? Barbie doll size?

Smaller? Bigger? Still regardless

NSFW

warning: dubcon, somno, size difference(big time)

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Having thoughts about a fairy that’s the last of his kind.

He usually spends his days lounging around in flowers or by the lakeside, sometimes visited by woodland creatures.

After his species died out, he's been quite lonely. Being the last of your kind was a fate worse than death, and all he wanted was someone to call his own.

And then he sees you, a normal human woman walking home through his forest.

Usually fairies would play tricks on wandering humans or even curse them for entering their forest, but he couldn’t take being alone anymore, so he followed you home instead.

He just planned to take up residence in your garden, maybe help your plants grow if he felt like it… but one night he ended up flying by your window.

The sight of you undressing made his wings flap in excitement. Your ample breasts, soft belly, and plump thighs were a lot to take in, but he sat in the windowsill, his eyes fixated on your body as he stroked his cock.

He’d never seen a fairy that looked like you, they were all so little and dainty. You had such soft features, all he wanted to do was bury his face in your breasts and fuck that fat pussy of yours.

But alas, he was too small, barely the size of your hand. Never before had he wanted to be the side of a human. Their bodies seemed so clumsy and cumbersome… but now the only thing on his mind was finding a way to grow to your size.

As you slept, he flew in through your cracked window, settling on your chest. It was softer than he imagined, like lying atop two doughy mountains. The fairy couldn’t help but marvel at your hard nipple poking through the fabric of your top.

He held your perky bud in both of his hands, marveling at the way you whimpered under his touch.

Before he knew what he was doing, the little fairy pulled out his cock. He pushed up the fabric of your shirt just enough so he could rub the tip of his sensitive, needy cock on that pretty nipple of yours.

“Mmph…”

He stopped rutting against your nipple when he spotted your soft, plump lips, glistening in the moonlight. The fairy’s shimmering wings fluttered as he gently walked between the valleys of your breasts and climbed up your face.

He positioned his cock between your slightly parted lips, gently pressing the tip against your tongue, testing the waters.

When you didn’t wake up, he began to slowly fuck your mouth, glancing up to your eyes every once in a while before picking up speed.

It was like heaven for him, fucking into your warm, wet mouth, imagining you tasting his cum on your tongue come morning time.

He lost count of how many times he was pushed over the edge by your soft tongue, and ended up passing out on your breasts. He looked like the cutest little thing, all curled up in your cleavage…

When you woke up the next morning, everything was the same as usual. You just had this weird taste in your mouth…

After a nice breakfast, you went to water your plants, only to find out your vegetables had doubled in size over night! As you stared on in awe, your little fairy admirer sat on your windowsill, his cheeks pink as he watched you smile and harvest the plants he had tended to.

You were his lover now, after all… and he didn’t want you going hungry, did he? Especially not when he was planning to find a growth spell and fill that chubby belly of yours full of his young so he could rebuild his species.

You’d need lots of nutrients to carry his young, and he was a good little mate~

part 2?

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18+ mdni, fem!reader // cw: somnophilia, non-con, incubus!bakugou, slightly angsty

there is an incubus inside your home.

he is a male, yes, but not the kind you’ve ever encountered before. he may look human at first glance, with his ash blonde hair, lopsided smile and smooth, creamy skin that even possesses the ability to turn pink at the cheekbones, but he is far from it. 

and every single night when sleep overtakes you, he proves it by finding his way back inside; slipping right past your locked front door without any sort of key whatsoever. 

he is quiet as he does it, mindful not to wake you. curious but still warily observant of his surroundings. he walks from room to room as silent as the grave he’ll never be put into, and touches your belongings like they are his own despite that he doesn’t have any. 

he picks up your framed pictures and stares at them for so long that he can now vividly distinguish the resemblance you share with your mother and father. holds your clothes and brings them closer to his nose until his lungs are full to the brim with your sweet scent and his throat feels like it's coated with honey. takes the spoon you’ve used to eat ice cream with a mere hour ago, and pretends that he can still taste the remnants of your spit as he puts it into his own mouth.

all of it is done as a means to learn more about your kind. about you. even if he already knows about what – to him – should be the most important part there is to learn about you. 

even then.

after all, he has been here before; countless of times, actually. he already knows how you sometimes whimper in your sleep and unconsciously snuggle closer to the warmth he provides when you should be running far away from it, as far as your feet can carry you. knows that your body begins to sweat if you’re too close to him for too long; making him undress you completely as a result, his fingers nimble at undoing the buttons of your pyjama shirt just so you can stand a chance at beating the heat that otherwise sizzles on his skin. knows that you preen at his touch, even if you can’t comprehend it in your sleeping state.

and he also knows how your heart beats faster as he undresses himself and proceeds to ravage you, then; that it hammers so quick, quick, quick, even if you can’t possibly know that he does it. knows that you tend to clench around his fingers first, and then around his cock when he sinks it particularly deep inside of you, repeatedly nudging that gooey, special spot that would have made you fucking scream otherwise, if he had just kept the power that keeps you dormant and unconscious sealed within him.

but instead of a scream of passion and the frantic scratching of your nails against his back, nothing but his breathless grunts and the lewd squelching noises resonate throughout the room. just like they always do.

you continue to sleep like so many before you, and he continues to feel lonely even if he’s not alone. the thin silvery strings of your release cling to him when he draws his hips back; not because you want them to, but because it is your body’s instinct to do so.

and as the sky turns even darker than it was before, the pale moonlight seeping inside your bedroom and making the shadows dance all over your walls, he continues to lay right there beside you; stroking and exploring your body with his too-hot palms, with his near-scorching mouth. branding your body with markings that will disappear at the break of dawn just like he will. every single time.

because just like with the markings, you have no clue that he was there either; you can’t possibly know. after all, the bewitching demon with the eyes in the shade of rich blood makes sure of it by covering his tracks exceptionally well. makes sure to not leave a single trace behind, despite tracing your stomach and sides with his calloused fingers all the time.

no, as far as you’re concerned, you just wake up tired every morning.

however, it’s a different kind of tiredness, you can’t possibly describe it with words and give it enough justice. no, this one is deeper; it reaches as deep as where the marrow of your bones lies. it is harsher than the one you sometimes experience after a particularly long shift at work, and it is immensely more profound than the kind that strikes you after you’ve socialized with people too much. stronger than the temporary remnants of fatigue a seasonal illness sometimes leaves you with, and the bored mental weariness a mundane routine may bring.

and to be honest, it is worrisome. every day, it feels like your very essence has been drained out of you just a little more, but your rational thinking and human eyes – blind to everything that can be considered unfathomable and otherworldly – never manage to make the connection. of course they don't. you just think that you’ve caught a cold.

and katsuki, that is his name, sees the change but he doesn’t stop. he can’t stop, even if he wants to. it is in his nature to be greedy when something perfect comes along the way, greedier than most of his kind tend to be. so despite being a creature of the night, he not only continues to disturb your peace during the late hours, but also starts to follow you around in broad daylight as well. 

he’s been completely lust-struck by you, so he’s everywhere. strictly invisible, but still everywhere – quite literally. he follows you to your lessons, joins you when you go out to meet up with your friends. he stands in line with you when you go to pick up your order at the local cafe that’s always way too busy for his liking, but which you prefer nonetheless, and sits in the empty chair next to you at the too-warm laundromat as you wait for the washing machine to beep. 

he lingers nearby as you read your silly little books in the library instead of studying for your exams. keeps you out of harm’s way even though you don’t even suspect the harm is there. lounges right by your side, with his arm draped over the backrest of your couch when you stay at home and feel bad about watching a romance film completely alone – oh, the irony. 

he watches you eat. shower. sleep.

every step of the way, he’s there. this new, somewhat possessive infatuation he’s grown for you turns him incapable of leaving you. you’re just so soft, kind, caring, warm, giving – human. you feed him so well. make him feel human to some extent, too. and with each passing day – not night, heavens no – he starts to care.

and yes, his blood runs hot through his heart, sure, but it’s nothing compared to yours. he’s an ancient creature; has been around for several millennia and has grown dull and cold on the inside over that time, but you’re the first one who can make him feel something other than the lust he needs to survive, as well as who can spark a wildfire within him of a different kind.

somehow, without him ever realizing it, you’ve become his powerhouse, his only one. he repeatedly feasts on you because of it – almost swallows you whole every other night just to feel that raw force of your heart course his veins again, and again, and again. until he becomes soft, and kind, and caring, and warm, and giving, too. until he becomes you.

and for fuck’s sake, it’s not right; he knows that all too well, too. you grow weaker by the day, and he’s aware of the fact that taking so much from you is dangerous, but what can he do? katsuki had never been a righteous man. had never even been a man at all. but he wants to be one now. he craves it so desperately; even enough to hurt you along the way if that is what it takes.

so the devil himself walks with you side by side. every day, every night.

if only he could show himself to you and hold your hand as a sign of solace.

perv!bestfriend!kevin <33

cw: groping(?), somnophilia??(i'm not sure if it counts, better be safe though), dry humping, pillow humping, masturbation, oblivious!reader

around 0,4k words :)

he feels ashamed for being this way, but he just cannot help it. you're perfect in each way; smart, pretty, intelligent. you even have the same interests, how cool is that? and you also happen to be his best friend! he's not sure why, but if there's one thing he's sure about it's that he's happy that you are his best friend.

you tell eachother everything, well, almost everything. he couldn't just tell you that he had jerked off to pictures or that he had rutted against a pillow before, imagining that i was you, that'd be just plain weird and he probably would ruin everything. so he kept it to himself.

you had sleepovers, movie nights and you even were then when they had band practice. hunter thought you were okay, so he didn't mind. emily liked you, you didn't treat her different than others did. she was always happy when you came to practice.

when the two of you had sleepovers, neither of you minded sleeping in the same bed. no, you two even cuddled. because that's what normal friends do, right?

kevin always took this as chance, his hand always "accidentally" grazing over your chest & butt, mumbling "sorry's" that had no meaning in it but you didn't know that. hand when he was sure you were asleep, his hand rested on your chest. when it got too much, he stood up, careful not to wake you so he could make his way to the bathroom and masturbate.

one night something happened and kevin thought your friendship was over. he had a heated dream and was unconciously grinding against your ass, wich woke you up. as a result you woke him up, overwhelmed with what to do in such a situation. when he woke up and realized what happened, he started mumbling "i'm so sorry oh god" and "it'll never happen again i swear" and similiar things. as he continued to apologize you interrupted him; "it's okay, kev" you said. "what?" he stared at you in disblief. "it's okay." you said again "it can happen, and it's uh...not like you meant to do it." you averted your gaze, looking away from him. "b-but i just-" he started but you looked at him in a "i said, it's okay way" and he stilled. "y'know..." you started "i could, uh.. help you? if you want to, of course" pointing at his (obvious) boner.

i want to stir awake feeling funny. feeling hands spreading my legs open, moving my panties to the side, the weight of their body pinning me down as their dick is shoved deep into my pussy. and i cant do anything because im just so sleepy and tired. only giving soft little moans as they fuck their little fleshlight gently. i just take it like a good sleepy slut.

its a crime im in bed sleeping with no panties on and not waking up with someone’s fingers touching me or dick inside me.

Waking up and your senses are immediately taken over by a musky smell. Trying to force your eyes open bur something is making it difficult, it feels sticky. Finally, you manage to pry your eyes open and you're met with the sight of a huge, slick cock and a hand furiously running along its shaft, slick with sweat. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming again" she says as the head of her cock explodes in your face, and you feel it soaking into your hair, and landing around your face on your pillow. you try to turn away and feel a puddle against your cheek and you realise this isn't the first time she's used your face as a cumrag in the last few hours, and not even close to the second.

"Oh hey, you're finally awake. good, I was getting bored of doing all the work myself", she says above you, grabbing your hair and shoving her cock that's somehow still hard down your throat, you gag on the taste, clearly she hasn't washed for a while. you notice a small a glint in her eyes as they take pleasure in your gagging "Oh yeah, I probably should've mentioned that I also needed something to clean my cock, it's been a while", she says with a grunt as they go deeper and deeper. pounding into your cocksleeve of a throat first thing in the morning, making you guzzle down mouthfuls upon mouthfuls of her cum.

After what feels like hours of choking on girl dick, she finally pulls out, rubbing her cock against your face. She moves down and kisses your forehead saying, "Sorry babe, I got super horny last night and you just looked so pretty while sleeping there. it just looked like you were asking for it", as she giggles. "although you look super gross now, so go clean yourself up", she finishes, as she spits in your face and walks away.

mmm post pk coryo w somno.....

yes lord 😩😣

18+ | nsfw | mdni

cw NONCON SOMNO, ABUSE OF POWER, implied perv!reader

coriolanus sneaking into your bed while you’re dead asleep, his cock painfully hard as he gently pulls back your blanket and undresses your lower half. he has to bite back a curse as your pussy is revealed to him — so ready to be fucked by his cock.

and it’s not like you can say no to him. he’s leagues above your pay grade, making you susceptible to whatever dirty thoughts plague his mind. it’s evident in the way he slides the head of his dick in between your folds that you’re nothing more than a pretty little plaything for him.

when you wake up to the foreign intrusion of coriolanus’s rock-hard shaft fucking your cunt, that pit deep within your tummy falls to your feet. you go to shout at him but he’s quick to attach a vice grip to your mouth with his hand.

“be quiet,” he hisses, breath shaky from how fucking good you feel. “i’m so close to cumming. just let me finish. please, please, please—“

and the sickeningly warm feeling of his cum dumping deep inside is enough to make you want to claw your skin off. yet, there’s something about your own orgasm that makes your thighs shake and eyes roll back into your skull.