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@weemansoap I bloody love the idea of the men doing all that with plus sized reader!!!

Soap would love to have you wrapped around his waist, pressing little kisses to his cheek and neck, telling he is doing such a great job at working out. “All cause’a ye. All for my big lass.”

Ghost jogging down the street with you on his back for a little extra weight makes him feel the best burn. And it’s always a plus when he can feel his partner’s chub jiggle against him as he runs.

Taking a little rest with Gaz as he squeezes your hips after finishing his first set of hip thrusts with you on top. Complaining childishly about how that was barely a workout, “C’mon love, gotta give me more than that.”

König just taking off his mask and immediately burying his head into your soft plush!? YES. He would nuzzle up to you, the scruff on his face giving you slight beard burn, but the soft kisses he leaves on your pudgy tummy makes everything better.

I’m a firm believer that 141 + König needs a person who’s a little softer around the edges. Bigger belly, bigger thighs, couldn’t care less about having a big ass or larger chest, this man loves anything he can grab.

also, reader who is always so small and petite and can barely see herself because his hoodie is too big, no. Just no. Reader who fills out his hoodie perfectly. Reader who can wear his hoodie and it looks like it was made for them. It absolutely kills him. Like, how can his beautiful looking partner be able to waltz around the house like that?

these men are fuckin huge, so he can’t spend time worrying about breaking you in half. He needs to be able to fuck you, and really fuck you. He needs a big partner.

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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the worst groomsman ever - john 'soap' mactavish

johnny wanted you. but not in the way that your husband wanted you. johnny had been such a good man to your husband, he basically was the groom given how much he helped you out!

so, he deserved a little 'thank you' for all the help. while you tried offering him money, he wanted something different. and that left you, on your wedding day, under john mactavish.

it was three hours before the wedding was supposed to start and johnny finally got his wish of being able to batter that sweet pussy with his impressive cock. he was very proud of the fact that he was a little over eight inches, and that every last inch could fit in your cute little cunt.

if he didn't have you in a headlock in that moment as his tip kissed your womb, he would've used up all the storage on his phone taking photos and videos of you taking him so well.

"aye, you like when my cock touched yer little womb." he growled in your ear. you were fighting back tears as he pummeled your pussy, bruising you, "gotta put a bit of me in ya before ya marry yer man."

he continued to fucking ruin you on the bed, your dress hung so neatly by the large mirror. it was your wedding day and you were getting your pussy ruined inside out by a man you weren't going to marry.

"such a pretty gal." he purred, "might not marry ya, but i'll keep that tummy nice and pudgy." he licked the tear off your cheek and you almost came in that moment.

johnny was a sick fuck.

when he finished, you heard a knock on the bride suite. it was johnny's cue to disappear before people started to wonder where he was. he gave that bare pussy a pat before he was doing up his tie.

the wedding went off without any problems. you kissed your husband on the lips as johnny's pearly cum made roost in your womb.

however, it was difficult to explain nine months after your wedding why your newborn son had dazzling blue eyes despite your husband having a soft brown. and why johnny had been so eager to help you set up the nursery. <3

(i want to apologize to the sanctity of marriage)

A Little Blood Never Hurt Nobody ✦ ︎John “Soap” MacTavish

Kinktober Day VI: Period Sex

summary: the best boyfriend in the world relieves you of your pain tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, period sex, vagina blood, john being the sweetest gentleman, fluff, soft sex, p in v, pet names, praise, author tries really hard at accents wc: 2k a/n: not me being on my period rn

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You settled into the cozy embrace of your makeshift cocoon, surrounded by layers of warmth - a plush comforter and soft blankets enveloping your body. Nestled within this comforting sanctuary, you applied a heating pad to your stomach, its gentle warmth soothing the persistent discomfort caused by the pinching of your uterus. A full bottle of water stood within easy reach on your nightstand. Despite the discomfort, you found solace in the carefully prepared comforts that eased the pain sensation, allowing you to find a semblance of relief within the embrace of your bedding.

All you need is your man, the one you were missing dearly.

John had went to the store to buy you some supplies: enough pads and tampons for the week and a list of your favorite snacks so you won't get hangry.

As you lay in bed, struggling to keep your heavy eyelids from closing, you were jolted awake by the distinct sound of the front door clicking shut. The rustling of plastic bags filled the air, growing louder as the footsteps approached the door to your room.

“Ay, sweet bonnie,” he says as he enters the room. He greets you with a warm smile, his eyes lighting up as he steps closer. He carefully places the bags on your bed, the weight causing the mattress to dip slightly. You slowly peek out from underneath your cozy bedding, feeling curious and excited as you glance from the bags to his face.

“Thank you,” you say, sitting up, digging through the grocery bags, pulling out the treats waiting inside. You heard John laugh, taking the boxes of feminine products in his arms. Never mind a week; these will last you months.

“Anythin’ fer ye’” he winked, adoring you with his loving gaze.

“Ah’ll go stash these aweay,” he ducks into the bathroom, boxes in hand. Your eyes were glued to his large biceps, each covered in intricate tattoos running up and down his muscular arms. You bit your lip as your gaze traveled lower, noting the plush roundness of his ass and the thick hardness of his thighs.

“John?” You called out, setting the bag of snacks to the side. He called back, the sound of boxes knocking around before the swift sound of a cupboard closing followed.

"Can you come here?" You asked, your fingers gently grasping the edges of the soft sheets. Obediently, he reappeared in the doorway, his eyes meeting yours with an expectant gaze. "Need somethin’ else, princess?" he teased playfully, his tone warm and affectionate. You knew he would go to any lengths to fulfill your requests, whether big or small. His willingness to please you was evident in every gesture and word.

"Yes," you respond quietly, meeting his piercing gaze with apprehension and anticipation. You hope that he'll understand your unspoken message. A faint smirk tugs at the corners of his lips as he crosses his arms, his icy eyes never leaving yours. His gaze briefly flickers to your concealed body before he takes a silent step forward, his presence looming over you from the edge of the bed.

“Ye gonnae tell me, or am I gonnae have tah figure it out?”

"Please, John," you pleaded, your heart racing as you reached out for him, your small fingers sliding against his warm, calloused digits, urging him to come closer. John hesitated momentarily, his eyes searching yours for reassurance, before finally complying with a mix of a weary sigh and a grunt. He shifted in front of you, his muscular frame towering over you, and with a gentle yet firm touch, he peeled back the soft comforter as he settled in facing you.

“Only because ye look so desperate.” he chuckled, taking the heating pad and tossing it to the side, replacing it with his hands. His touch caressed and massaged your lower stomach, pulling an airy sigh from your chest. After a few moments, he slipped them up higher, pulling your thin tank top from your body and tossing it to the floor.

His hands cupped your tender, swollen breasts, gently squeezing them as he sighed; his gaze zeroed on your body with a burning lust as he kneaded the soft, doughy flesh of your chest. You let out a soft whine, your body sinking further into the mattress, enjoying the feel of John’s large, warm hands pawing at your pliant body.

“Gorgeous girl,” he purred, his fingers dipping into the seam of your shorts before slipping them off your legs, leaving you fully nude in front of him.

“Gonnae make ye feel all better,” he promised, reaching behind his back to tug his shirt over his head, showcasing his thick and hairy chest trailing down his hard muscles and into his jeans. He tugs off his belt before sitting to the side to shuck off his pants, followed by his briefs.

“I love you,” you whispered as he crawled back over you, bracketing you with his thick arms. He grinned down at you, his smile toothy and his eyes crinkling.

“I love ye too, sweet girl,” he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before descending to your lips, groaning into your mouth as his hand pumped his growing erection, preparing himself to enter you.

You looked down, moaning as you watched him jerk himself off. As he slowly pumped closer to his tip, you licked your lips as pre dribbled from his slit, sliding down towards his fingers. You reached outwards, wrapping your hand around him, your fingers barely touching with how thick he was. Collecting his pre cum in your digits, you swiped them down his cock, coating his cock in his slippery essence for a smoother glide.

He grunted above you, his eyes narrowing as his lips parted, moaning from your soft touch. You squeezed his base, guiding him towards your bleeding hole, pulsing with desire.

The moment his tip caught against your entrance, John was pushing his hips forward, his cock sliding inside, filling you up completely with little to no resistance.

“Steamin’ Jesus, yer so tight!” John hissed, his hands wrapping around your middle, burying his face in your neck as he pushed his hips forward. His dog tags clinked as they pressed against your chest, the cool metal causing you to shiver.

You whimpered as his hips pulled back before pressing back in. You could tell he was trying to be gentle, but if his loud noises were anything to go by, you knew he wanted to pummel you into next week. You wrapped your arms around his neck, gripping your nails into his back as he picked up a steady rhythm, his deep strokes punching the air from your lungs.

John leaned up on his hands, his chain dangling in front of you as his blue eyes stared down into yours. One hand curled over the headboard as the other planted against your lower back, arching your hips closer to his thrusting cock.

“Fuck, ye feel so damn good,” he moaned, more words of praise spilling from his mouth as he pounded you into the bed, his fingers trailing toward your pussy before reaching underneath your hood and rubbing circles onto your clit.

You glanced downwards at your combined bodies; eyes glazed over as his cock pulled out before sinking back in, coated in a mixture of your blood and arousal, creating a thick and slimy texture that stuck to your thighs.

“John,” you whimpered, mouth falling open as your cunt clenched around him at the sight, his thumb rubbing faster at your sensitive nub as his pace quickened. You tossed your head back, hands reaching behind you to grasp onto the pillow underneath your head, eyes squeezing shut as you moaned uncontrollably.

“I ken, I ken,” he grunted, his pace faltering slightly, hips stuttering as his cock twitched hard inside you, hitting your G-spot over and over with each involuntary jump.

You were so much more sensitive than usual, not just your quivery pussy but your body as well; each touch and simple caress of his rough hands felt like they were melting away your skin, their heat licking fire into your veins, causing your head to spin and your limbs to tremble.

“M’gonna cum!” you wailed, crying out as John lifted your hips higher, his cock slamming even deeper inside you, barely pulling out as your greedy pussy clamped around him as if it couldn't bare the thought of him leaving you like it had a consciousness of its own.

“Me too, fuck!” He whimpered, his blunt nails digging into the flesh of your waist, tugging you down onto his prick with every forceful thrust of his hips.

With one final thrust, you felt his warm cum spurt inside of you, rope after rope, as John’s slow grinds triggered your release; you both moaned in unison, clutching onto each other for dear life as you both rode out your highs together, debauched sounds of pleasure filling the confined space of your bedroom.

As John pulled out of you, a pink mixture of your combined fluids leaked out of you, paused by John’s thumb as he pushed it back in, groaning at the sight of your stretched hole spreading wider to accept him.

"Feel better?" he asked, his voice slightly breathless as a proud smile spread across his face. His chest rose and fell with each deep breath as he looked down at you, studying your expression for any signs of discomfort.

You smiled a lazy, contented smile, your eyes barely peeking open to look up at him. A warm, post-sex glow illuminated your face as you nodded slowly, still trying to catch your breath.

He leaned down, pressing a hard and wet smooch to your stomach before pulling back to kiss your clit, sucking it into his mouth with short flicks of his tongue.

“John!” you whimpered, tugging him away by his hair. He let out a loud bark of laughter, slapping the side of your thigh before reluctantly pulling away. “Jus’ showin’ her some extra love,” he winked before laying beside you and pulling you into his chest.

“Wan’ me teh run ye’ a bath?” he asked, nosing his face against your cheek before kissing your temple. You nodded before burying your face into his chest, letting out a deep sigh as you closed your eyes, letting sleep overtake you.

You were awakened when you felt arms scoop underneath you, gently carrying you into the washroom.

“Sorry, I had teh wake ye.’” you looked up at John’s face as he settled you into the warm water, bottles of bath oils, and a bag of bath salts sitting on the side.

He settled in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled you into his chest, resting his head over your head. You could feel his cock begin to harden behind you before his mouth began pressing messy kisses against your shoulder.

You looked behind you, meeting his lips with a slow yet passionate kiss of your own before turning around to face him, before reaching behind you to grab his cock. His hands traveled up your waist as you sat down, his cock slipping back inside you, pushing his cum back into your body.

You slumped against him, pressing your cheek against his chest as you warmed his cock. Closing your eyes again with another pleasure-filled sigh, you buried your nose into his neck, relishing his gentle touch as his hands massaged your back. John watched you with a loving smile, kissing your head as you fell back asleep in his embrace. He knew he would take good care of you—just like he always did.

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Sweet Like Cinnamon ✦ John “Soap” MacTavish

Kinktober Day IX: Praise Kink

summary: just tell him he’s a good boy, okay? tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, the author tried really hard at accents, degradation in the beginning, fingering, cunnilingus, praise, fluff, body worship, john being a suckup, pet names, p in v, facesitting

wc: 1.1k

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“M’sorry, hen! M’sorry!” Your boyfriend whimpered from beneath you, his body convulsing, clinging desperately onto your hips as you bounced on top of his length.

“Hush.” You demanded, pressing your palm to his lips, glaring down at him as he gazed up at you, his brows upturned and tears forming in his eyes. He arched his back, chasing the pleasure you were giving him as you slowed your pace to a slow grind.

“Please!” Came his muffled sob. His pleading eyes stared up at you as his hips bucked up into you, his feet planted on the bed as leverage to fuck into your tight pussy. You raised your hips until only his tip was left inside. You watched John squeeze his eyes shut, bracing himself for when your hips dropped, enveloping his cock in your gummy walls.

He whispered your name underneath your hand, peering his eyes open when you kept still, placing your hand against his pelvis, pushing him towards the bed as you steadied yourself. You removed your hand from his mouth, settling it beside the other.

You raised one eyebrow in a subtle display of skepticism, locking eyes with his tear-filled gaze with your own icy, unwavering stare. After silence, you watched John’s shoulders relax, his tense muscles unwinding as he released a choked sigh.

You grinned, sinking onto his thick cock, spearing yourself with an airy sigh, moaning out as the tip of his cock snuggly pressed up against your sore G-spot, causing you to let out a loud moan.

“M’serious bonnie,” John whined, his fingers sinking into your skin. “M’really–”

“I thought I told you to be quiet,” you growled, quickly setting an unforgiving pace, raising your body on and off his cock, pistoning his cock in and out of your sopping pussy, using him for your pleasure as you chased your high.

For the past hour, you've been keeping him on edge, refusing his release while you chase yours over and over. You were angry because he canceled the date he had planned at the last minute, claiming he was out with his friends while you were getting ready.

John's heart sank as he heard the deafening silence on the other end of the phone. It spoke volumes, conveying a message of anger and disappointment that needed no words. Hastily bidding farewell to his friends, John made a beeline for home, his mind racing with thoughts of what awaited him. When he arrived, he found you already dressed in your regular attire; your expression twisted into an angry scowl. It was clear that he was in for it.

“I ken, I ken,” he whimpered, his blunt nails piercing your soft skin, leaving crescent shapes in their wake. “I’ll… I’ll make it up teh ye’.” he moans, tilting his head back, baring his neck to you.

“You are making it up to me,” placing your hands against his pectorals, one hand wrapping around his throat, squeezing gently. “Right now,” you finished with deep breaths, glaring down at his pliant body.

John reached up, gripping the hand squeezing his throat. He reopened his eyes, mouth falling open as whorish moans echoed through the room, reverberating off the walls and into your ears. Your eyes softened at his pretty face contorted in pleasure, his gaze teary and pleading as your fingers curled deeper into his neck.

“Sweet boy,” you murmured, picking up the pace, fucking him until you were both moaning out uncontrollably. You arched your back, resting your hands on his knees, grinding your pussy back and forth, side to side, and in quick circles as his cock twitched inside you.

“You gonna cum for me? Hm?” you could tell he was nearing his release, smirking as he swiftly nodded, his eyes wide, pale blues sparkling with anticipation and desire.

“Go on, baby,” you purred, rubbing your nails through his sweaty brown locks sticking to his dewy skin. “Come for me.” Your smile widened as he let out a sharp cry, his hands pushing and pulling at your smaller body as his hips fucked into you in tandem, his cock jerking angrily inside of you before it jumped, spurting endless ropes into your womb with a silent scream.

“Good boy,” you cooed, refusing to slow your pace until he let out a painful groan, pulling your body up and off his sensitive cock. You cringed as his release slipped out of your gaping pussy, spilling onto his softening erection and down his length, coating his sack in a lewd mixture of your fluids.

John let out another whimper, lifting his head as he watched the sinful display of your combined releases coating his cock, causing a deep shiver to run up and down his body.

You smirked down at him, hands perching against the headboard as you shifted your body above him until your knees rested on either side of his head, trapping him underneath you. John stared up at you, his eyes unblinking as his mouth parted in awe.

“You gonna be good and clean me up?” you asked condescendingly, tilting your head to the side, your hair following suit.

He nodded again, running his hands up and down your body. His voice was airy and low as he whispered, "Please…”

“I’ll give you what you want,” you promised as you lowered your dripping cunt onto his mouth, tilting your head back with another sigh. “Fuck that's it,”

You ground your hips back and forth, moaning out as his tongue fucked in and out of your soft folds, sucking your clit into his mouth as he made out with your pussy, sounds of his muffled sucking and slurping causing heat to rise to your cheeks and yet he never seemed so at peace with your thighs clenching around his head.

“Fuck John, I'm so close!” you cried, digging your nails deep into his scalp, guiding his movements as you rocked forward, chasing your high, wailing out as you stared up at the ceiling before your eyes rolled back; your vision going dark as you let out one final cry before drowning his face in your essence, jerking your pussy over his face until his nose dug into your delicate pearl. He shook his face from side to side, burying his face deeper in between your thighs, swallowing your sweet slick, not caring if he couldn't breathe.

“Such a good boy,” you whispered, your grip relaxing before running through his hair, swiping back the strands stuck to his skin. He whined against your core, large hands tugging you forward when you tried to lift them away.

“Please,” came his garbled plea, fingers digging into the plush skin of your ass. “One more time,” he panted, his tongue flicking around your sensitive nub pulsing in response.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” you grinned, your chest heaving with exertion, but you knew couldn't say no—not to him.

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