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Watch Your Mouth (Requested)

request: smut imagine where the reader is like lydia in season 1 (bratty and arrogant) and is THE popular girl and stuart transfers to stileWs’ school and she takes an interest in him but only teases him a bit and he always watches her but thinks she’s a bitch so he takes her somewhere and eats her out 

can i have the reader humping stuarts leg pls

A/N: I originally added another request but that would’ve been too long so here’s the short cut version. Requests are open again, by the way. Also it’s late so this isn’t edited. 

Warning(s): Language, smut (I’m not even sorry)

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I hummed in boredom as Maya kept ranting on about her boyfriend that apparently had cheated on her with her own sister, picking on my nails in the process. She proceeded to describe the way she had seen them being intimate - I didn’t really listen, so at least I didn’t have to ask the awkward question why she had watched her boyfriend having sex with her sister. A somewhat familiar and deep voice was complaining about Beacon Hills High’s beloved chemistry teacher, loud enough to direct my attention from my nails to him.

My eyes considerably widened at the sight of the hotshot that rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone while that Stilinski guy ranted about something. I lowkey remembered Lydia talking about him a few days ago, but the reason had slipped my mind, he was at the bottom of the food chain after all, as I liked to call it. That was just how High School worked, you had the popular people, people that were okay and had their fair amount of friends, stoners, the nerds and geeks, and whatever came after that. The funny thing was, I couldn’t match the boy with the glasses to any of those groups, meaning he was obviously new. I titled my head and scanned over his figure. He was stunning with the dark hair and from what I could see, gorgeous eyes.

A blue beanie covered up most of his chocolate brown hair but the disheveled part that was visible made me want to run my fingers through it… Preferably while he pounded me into oblivion. A few moles were scattered across his face, not as prominent as the ones of the other Stilinski boy though. I’d gladly find a few more of those on his body… 

The strange boy slammed his locker shut, causing me to let my gaze wander to his hands and let me tell you, damn. His hands were big with fingers so long that it verged on the norm. Veins trailed prominently up from the back of his palms, resulting into surprisingly muscular forearms for his slender form. It was almost impossible not to imagine what those long, slender fingers could do to me.

“Maya, who is that?”, I interrupted her whining and pointed a finger at the tall boy. The blonde narrowed her eyes in confusion as she eyed the brown-haired boy as well. 

“I don’t know… Why?”

I shrugged half-heartedly and continued to pick on my nails while I recommended her to finally dump that piece of shit she called her boyfriend. Admittedly, the boy didn’t look like he was used to popularity, or attention in general but I would certainly change that. 

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“I wanna sit on his face.”, I huffed as I watched Stuart Stilinski licking his lips as he stared on something on the screen of his phone. My head was resting in the palms of my hands and the sexual frustration I felt had grown dramatically over the last few days. Stiles was ranting about something but the older boy ignored him, as usual.  Allison giggled at my blunt confession but I didn’t really notice it. He finally settled his attention to the tray of food in front of him and began to devour a hamburger. Never in my life had I thought there would be a moment where I’d want to swap places with a burger but here it was. 

“Other people would start with ‘He’s cute.’”, Allison teased and stuck her tongue out in amusement. I rolled my eyes with a smile and picked up some of the salad on her plate with my fork.

“Alright. He’s cute and I wanna sit on his face.”

“You’re horrible.”

“99 % of the people on this school would disagree.”, I shot back in a sing-sung voice.

“What about the other 1 %?”

“I don’t care about those 1 %.”, I said and rested my head in the palms of my hand again. The phone-obsessed boy didn’t even notice that I was staring at him, his brother on the contrary did and it baffled him. I couldn’t judge him for that, it was rare for me to look at people that weren’t teachers, my friends or people I was putting in their place right now. He nudged his brother that barely budged. I sighed and threw my hair over my shoulder. If he wouldn’t wilingly pay attention, I’d have to make sure he does.

“What’s so hot about him anyway? He is cute but I haven’t ever seen you obsess over a guy that hard since… Wait, you never have. Usually you just walk up to them and make out with them.”

“What can I say? I like to get what I want. And I want a piece of this.”, I groaned and watched Stuart licking a bit of ketchup off his hand. Allison was right, though. When I wanted a boy, I got him. Where was the difference here?

“Let’s just go to English before you start drooling.”

“Honestly, you think you know I have a dirty mind but wow-”

“Nope.”, Allison said and pulled me with her through the big hall. Even though it was unnecessary to mention, she was the only person that dared to talk to me like this and I wouldn’t want it any other way. At least that was what I thought at the time. However, my mind drifted off to the party this weekend. What could be a better opportunity to fuck without coming off as too cheap? It was the next and probably best chance to confront Stuart about my… needs.

 We had to stop at Allison’s locker meaning most students were already in their seats as we entered the classroom. There were no two free seats next to each other so I slammed my books down on Ashley’s desk and motioned for her to leave. I was not going to to sit through an hour of boredom without at least one bearable person at my side. 

“I was here first!”, she exclaimed and crossed her arms. I rolled my eyes before a smirk covered my face. 

“Was that what your sister said as she saw you fucking her boyfriend?”, I asked sweetly and contorted my face in fake pity. “You must have it so hard!”

Ashley blushed furiously and ducked her head in shame as she scrambled off her seat and into one in the back of the classroom. Good for her. Allison shook her head at me as I shrugged innocently in my newly claimed seat. I prepared myself for the period and had some small talk with my friend but I could see someone look at me out of the corner of my eye. After a few minutes of enduring this surprisingly strange feeling I turned to see the person I’d have to blame. I was used to people staring at me but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t tell a freak off.

 It took me by surprise that said freak was Stuart Stilinski. He wore an unreadable expression and his eyes never left mine. I swallowed almost nervously, I wasn’t used to get glances that intense. I wasn’t sure what he thought but I wouldn’t let my appearance crumble just because I lowkey wanted him to ravage me in the Coach’s office.

“Take a picture, it lasts longer.”, I smirked with a wink before I directed my attention toward the teacher that just entered the room.

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I strutted through the cafeteria and dropped my tablet on the next best table, my usual group of people right behind me. I was so caught up in a conversation with Allison about a new bikini collection that I completely missed to check on who was sitting next to us. 

“Please, have a seat.”, a sarcastic voice spoke up as the others started to claim the rest of the seats as well. I looked up at Stuart that glared down at me with raised eyebrows. 

“You’re welcome for lighting up your day with my presence, hot stuff.”, I said sincerely with a hand on his forearm. He opened his mouth to say something but apparently he really didn’t know how to properly respond to that. I smiled widely at his silence before I retracted my hand off his arm and threw my hair over my shoulder. We slipped back into conversation for a while but were interruped by Stuart’s snort to Maya’s question. 

“You want to say something?”, I asked rather puzzled and narrowed my eyes at him. He rolled his eyes as he looked at me. 

“Yeah. He does not like her. If you like a girl, you don’t sleep with her sister. Kind of a basic rule.”, he informed us all with a shit-eating grin. No one said anything before Maya left the table crying, another girl right on her feet. I sighed and put a hand on Stuart’s thigh. He flinched heavily, causing Stiles, Allison and Scott to look at us. He shrugged it off as I leaned closer to him. 

“You should really develop some social skills, honey.”, I whispered and enjoyed the way he shivered. The thing I didn’t expect him to do was to trail a hand up my thigh, even more longing than I did. I almost choked on my own saliva but covered it up with a semi-elegant cough. It was my turn to shiver when his lips brushed against my ear. 

“And you should really learn to watch that mouth of yours.”, he warned and squeezed my thigh before letting it go. It took me more than just a second to get myself together. The heat in my body was almost unbearable at the thought of Stuart Stilinski actually touching me, whispering in my ear with such a husky voice that you could think he barely used it. But I wasn’t that easy to impress. Y/N Y/L/N wasn’t one to give up that quickly. My hand still stroked over the fabric of his pants and reached his covered manhood. He gasped sharply and after a split second his hand was on mine, the eye contact was deep and somewhat dangerous. I noticed that he wasn’t trying to get my hand away, he just stared down at me sternly. The tension was obvious. 

“Maybe I need some help with that.”, I challenged and bit my lip. His eyes were glued to them and if it wasn’t for the ring of the bell, I wouldn’t have been able to tell how far this would’ve gone. The worst thing was that I didn’t even care.

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“Alright, that’s it.”, Stuart growled and grabbed my wrist before he pulled me wtith him. 

“Hey! Unless this doesn’t end in a bedroom you better let the fuck go.”, I complained and struggled to follow his long strides. Admittedly calling Greenberg an irrelevant ass wasn’t very nice but it happend in the heat off the moment. I gasped when we came to a sudden halt and he shoved me against the lockers almost brutally. Instead of pain, pleasure flooded my systems as I felt a pleasant pull in my lower regions. That boy knew how to play me. Stuart was suddenly so close that our bodies were touching, I was sure he could hear my heartbeat going crazy. 

“I told you to watch your mouth.”, he mumbled against my lips. Instead of responding with something sassy, I felt the weird urge to excuse myself. I wouldn’t do that of course. My eyes fluttered shut as one of his hands started to caress my side, his eyes never leaving my face. I wasn’t a saint, I had gone a lot furhter with boys but his hand on my fucking waist was enough to drive me crazy. We were both breathing heavily before his lips fell down on mine and jesus, it was better than anything I had felt before. 

The kiss was greedy, full of tongue and even teeth clattering together in order to get rid off at least some of the tension but the more time we spent around each other, the worse it seemed to get. My hands were either tangled in his hair or tightly wrapped around his neck. I rested my head against the locker behind me after I pulled back to breathe. Stuart apparently saw this as an invitation to devour my neck and seconds later I was arching into his touch while he obviously marked my throat. As he reached my sensitive spot, the filthiest moan anyone had probably made escaped me. He sucked on it, making me whimper beneath him. If I hadn’t been sure before, I was now; Stuart  Stilinski would be the absolute death of me.

As he finally pulled back at some point, I had not only gained a whole necklace of hickies, I was also dripping and the sight of an aroused Stuart didn’t really help. His breath was heavy on my face as we stared at each other wordlessly. 

“I told you you’d be in trouble with that attitude. You’ve got to learn to let others take control every once in  a while.”, he rasped with his hands on either side of my head. I tried to lurge forward maybe catch him by surprise but he was quick to stop me with moving one of his legs inbetween mine. I gasped at how good it felt. Once Stuart realised how strongly I reacted to this gesture alone, he smirked and pressed his thigh harder up against my heat. I whimpered and began to roll my hips against his leg, not caring that I probably looked like a bitch in heat. 

“Oh, god. Please don’t stop.”, I practically begged and blushed at the desperation in my voice. I was used to be in control, I was the one to tease and edge. Yet here I was humping a guy’s leg needily on the verge of an orgasm. Suddenly he pulled me a little forward, so I was almost sitting on his thigh. We were so lucky that no one walked past us then… Suddenly the pull in my stomach intensified until it exploded and sent heat through my whole body. I kept my moving against him as my orgasm washed over me, face covered in his chest and arms still tightly around his neck. He helped me ride out my orgasm while I moaned and cried out in pleasure

“Are you okay?”, he asked and carefully removed his leg. I nod tiredly and he gave me a little smile before he kissed my forhead. 

“I’m not done with you, though.”, he smirked and took hold of my hand to make me follow him, a lot more gentle now as I noticed. I realised that he was guiding me into the Coach’s office, something that sent shivers down my spine at the naughty things I had imagined to do with Stuart in here. He closed the door and pressed me against it, capturing me in another passionate kiss. I hummed in approval as his hands travelled south and found my breasts, massaging them momentarily before they continued their journey further down and under my skirt. I could feel them sliding up my thighs and moaned in anticipation. Stuart’s breaths quickened and he breaks away with wide eyes before he smirks. 

“You’re one naughty girl.”, he chuckled at the realization I wasn’t wearing panties under my high-waisted skirt. Two of his abnormal long fingers swiped over my entrance. “Fuck, is all that for me?”

I bit my lip and nodded silently, arching my back when he repeated the action before taking the fingers in his mouth. I watched with wide eyes as he slurped up all of the wetness in pleasure. 

“Shit, I need more.”, he groaned. Suddenly I was sat on the Coach’s desk and shared another desperate kiss with Stuart before he took off his glasses and pushed me back a little, grabbing my ankles and positioning them on his shoulders. He places a few kisses on my thighs, lickinng the upper parts since I had already begun to leak out. He growled at the taste and bit down on my thigh lightly, making me cry out his name. I wiggle a little as he stops moving. 

“Stuart, please!”, I whined as his hot breath over my sex was making me lose my mind. First, it’s a chaste kiss on my clit, making me whimper, followed by a few kitten licks that made me thrash around and curse that magic tongue of his. That was until he lost all kind of self control and buried his face in my cunt. I screamed out loud as he sucked firmly on my clit, nibbling a bit before licking up all the wetness. I fist his gorgeous hair in my hands while he pulled me tighter against his face, too greedy to even pay attention to my reactions. I had already reached another peak as he shoved his tongue into my pussy with a force that made me cry out once more. 

The heat in my stomach spreads further again and I exploded into another fit of screams and whimpers as my third orgasm of the day rushed through me like a drug. I bucked my hips against his face as he licked up the mess I had made, but he didn’t stop after that. Never before was the term ‘eating out’ as clear to me as now. Stuart latched onto me like I was his last and best meal. Eventually it was too much, I was too sensitive and Stuart’s tongue was still stimulating me strongly. I had to beg desperately for him to stop until he finally got up and licked his lips, placing the glasses back on his nose. 

“Now - What did I tell you?”

“T-to watch my mouth.”

“Good girl.”, he smirked before his lips were pressed onto mine again, rewarding me for my weak reply. 

Masterlist

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+ DYLAN O’BRIEN +

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+ STILES STILINSKI +

Undercover

Stiles Stilinski is, without a doubt, your partner in crime. So when you go undercover together, it’s always a breeze.... right?

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End of the Line ( 1 ) ( 2 )

Your job is to remember. To remember your other half — remember Stiles. Will your love for a person you don’t even remember be strong enough to bring him back?

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+ THOMAS +

Happy Ending

The immune children have finally received their happy ending, no longer needing to run or to hide. Thomas wakes up at the Safe Haven, unaware that his happy ending came at a serious price.

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+ STUART TWOMBLY +

Night Light

After sleeping with the lights on every night since you’ve arrived to Google, your roommate, Stuart, resorts to a pretty odd solution — not that you’re complaining.

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+ DAVE HODGMAN +

Late Nights

Your best friend, Dave, makes sure you get home safely after a night of partying, and you’re too buzzed to notice his longing eyes.

Night Light || Stuart Twombly

A/N: I was thinking of a cute college fic + cuddling and thought of bby stuart. posting it now because I was too excited to wait!!

word count: 1,658

WARNINGS: cursing and sleepy twombly feels.

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“You look pretty pooped, Stewie. You okay?”

Billy’s voice spoke out in the midst of your Google team chattering about the next challenge, making all sound cease and eyes look over to a certain grouchy brunette with a beanie covering the top of his face.

You stifled a laugh at the sight of him, his head leaning back against the top of his swirly chair with his arms crossed over his chest. Stuart groaned in annoyance at the undesired nickname given to him by the older man, but didn’t bother to correct him as he pulled the beanie away from his glasses and adjusting it on his curls.

“No. No, I’m not okay.” He snapped, causing the group of adults to raise a brow at him. “I haven’t been able to sleep because of a certain dumbass.” Stuart’s gaze was now in front of him, on you, an angered look in his slitted eyes. You scoffed at his words, mimicking his figure and crossing your arms over your chest, shrugging as you sneered. “Listen here, asshole, it’s not my fault you can’t sleep at night.”

The pair of you were too engulfed in your heated argument to notice Billy let out a low whistle while stepping forward. “Hey, guys, why don’t we calm it down a little bi-”

“You sleep with the god damn light on! How am I supposed to get any sleep when it’s as bright as the sun in the room?!”

You laughed falsely, giving him the biggest, sickly sweet smile you could. “If it’s such an issue for you, Twombly, why don’t you go to Chetty and get a room switch?”

The brunette snorted, his hazel eyes rolling behind his glasses. “I shouldn’t have to! You’re 21 years old, Y/N, you don’t need a night light!”

You opened your mouth to retaliate, but was cut short by Neha’s outburst. “That’s enough!” She shouted, jumping up from her seat and turning to you. “Y/N, you know I love you, but we don’t give a shit about your guy’s sleeping issues. We need to focus on this challenge, we’re seriously behind.”

You pursed your lips, cheeks flushing in embarrassment when realizing she was absolutely right and arguing with Stuart was just wasting time. You nodded your head, silently surrendering while looking over at the beanie wearing brunette to see him doing the same. A sigh made it’s way past your lips as Nick stepped forward, wrapping his arm around Yo-Yo with a face full of optimism. “Alright, nooglers, let’s nail this challenge!”

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Your feet dragged along the carpeted floor of the Google building’s hallway, making your way past the numerous identical doors in the dorm hall. Not too far behind you was Stuart, and it didn’t take a brain to figure out that he was involved in his phone.

Not too long ago, the team had just finished the challenge assigned to them... and failed, once again. The thought of the defeated brought a slouch to your posture and a frown on your face, so you decided to focus on your exhaustion rather than your defeat for the night. As you waited in front of the door, you let out a squeak of surprise when Stuart crashed into you, knocking you into your dorm’s door. He gasped, dropping his phone onto the ground, before looking up at you with bulging eyes. “What the hell are you doing just standing there?”

You stared at him with astonishment, a dry chuckle rumbling from your chest as you shook your head at him. “You’re saying that like you weren’t the one that bumped into me.” Pointing your finger into Stuart’s chest, his eyes flickered between your finger and your face with a small smirk. “I’m waiting out here because you have the dorm key, doofus.”

Pushing past you, Stuart grabbed the dorm key from his back pocket. “They gave us two for a reason.” The brunette mumbled as he unlocked the door, walking through it first and switching on the overhead light. “Well I left mine,” you paused, walking through the dorm room and shutting it, picking up an identical key card from the counter by the door. “Inside.”

You watched as Stuart pulled the navy blue beanie from his head, revealing the tousled curls that you only saw in the late evening. He ignored your presence as you moved around the room, leaning against the headboard of his bed and tapping away at his phone while you gathered your things for a shower. Your shower was quick, knowing that if you took too long in the bathroom while Stuart was tired he would shut off the light before you even came out.

When you did exit the bathroom, your eyes darted to where you thought the hazel eyed boy was, only to find him by the light switch. Your eyes widened in realization, taking a step towards your bed. “Stuart, no.”

“Y/N, yes.” He mocked you, a smug smirk on his pink lips while he placed the light switch between his index and thumb. “I’m fucking exhausted, and you keeping the light on is only going to make it worse for me tomorrow. I’m turning it off.”

“No!” You panicked , a deep frown settling on your features as you watched his grin grow wider. “I can’t sleep like that.” You mumbled, feeling your neck and face grow hot with embarrassment under his teasing eyes. Stuart raised his brows, nodding slowly with that same smug look. “You mean like this?” He asked, fingers dragging the light switch down and making the room go dark. You let out a piercing shriek, catapulting yourself onto your bed.

As embarrassing as it was, you were afraid of the dark. Always have been.

You brought your knees to your chest, frantically searching for any sight of the brunette in the dark. “Turn it back on, Twombly! I’m serious!” Your voice stammered, resulting in Stuart to groan before flicking the light back on.

“Y/N!” Stuart whined, throwing his head back. “I can’t sleep with this light on. You have been sleeping with it on for the past few weeks! Just for tonight?” He proposed, sighing loudly when you simply shook your head at his offer.

You observed him silently while he bit the inside of his cheek, glancing over at his empty bed that was across from yours, to the light switch, before settling his gaze back on you.

The boy sighed, stepping away from the light slightly which made you relax. “Don’t scream, or do anything stupid.” He demanded, pulling his glasses off his face and giving you a better view of his whiskey colored eyes. Your brows furrowed in confusion, but soon your body tensed when his fingers were back on the light switch.

A whimper escaped your mouth when the room went dark once again, and you quickly shuffled underneath the covers. The bed creaked slightly from your actions, but you didn’t care. It was quite for a few moments, nothing heard but the slow shuffling in the room that you could only rule out to be Stuart.

There was a sudden thudding noise, followed by a larger one. “Oh fuck, damn it!” His hushed voice grunted, which you let out a laugh at. “You okay, Twombly?” You asked into the dark, your eyes roaming around what looked like a dark empty space, feeling your heart race a little faster.

“I’m fine.”

His voice was a lot closer now, but still as soft as a whisper. You swallowed thickly, nodding your head even though he couldn’t see you. There were a few more moments of silence, the only thing being heard was both of your breathing. Although you could hear Stuart’s breathing perfectly fine, you knew he was close because you could faintly feel it on your face.

Your bed began to creak once again, but it wasn’t from your shuffling, it was from Stuart’s. Quickly moving as close to the wall as you could, you made enough room for him to lay down as he hesitantly made his way into your bed.

“Stuart?”

“Yeah?”

“What’re you doing?”

It was silent again, you could hear his breathing as well as feel it on your face. His breath smelled like a faint mint, not overpowering like he had swallowed multiple mints. You waited patiently for his response, not commenting on the fact that you could hear him swallow because of your close proximity.

“I thought that, uh, I would sleep with you so that you aren’t as scared with the lights off.” He murmured, and you couldn’t help but feel your face heat up for the third time today. Your silence, fortunately, egged him on his reasoning. “You’re scared of the dark, so if you knew that I was here and in the dark with you, you wouldn’t be so scared anymore.”

His voice was quiet, and sincere. You felt your heart swell at his actual kind words, a smile growing onto your lips to compliment your rosy cheeks. Thankful that it actually was dark, you didn’t want Stuart to see you in such a flustered manner.

You took the next step, shuffling closer to him under the covers and wrapping your arms around his torso, curling up into his chest. In this position, you could hear Stuart’s heart thudding at a quicker pace than average, and the grin on your face only grew because it matched your own.

“You don’t have to do this, Twombly. Thank you.”

Your whispers made his chest rumble with a short laugh, his arms cautiously wrapping around your waist.

“Yeah, well,” the grip the brunette had on your figure tightened slightly, his hand brushing against your back. “Just shut up and deal with it.”

That was the first night you slept in the dark, and the first night Stuart slept at all, since you met.

And boy, did it feel good.

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Stuart

EFFING

Twombly

make me choose: @writingsbychlo asked sam taylor or stuart twombly?

Omfg that damn wink is the best thing ever 🤤😍

Dylan O'Brien + winking

Ass Ass Ass Ass Ass

make me choose: @teen-wolf-feelings asked dylan’s bulge or dylan’s ass?

👓🥰 Twombly

The many faces of Stuart Twombly

Stuuuuuuuuuuuuu

That hat & those glasses

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Dylan O'Brien in "The Internship".

PLUG | STUART TWOMBLY (18+)

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

DAY 8: ANAL

WARNINGS:

Sex Toys, Spanking, Anal, Praise and Begging.

stuart’s hands spread both of your ass cheeks, pulling the flesh apart to savour the sight of the pretty little jewel, snug between your cheeks, that glinted underneath the low light of your shared room. it was a shimmering silver that contrasted nicely with your skin. he gently slapped the sides of your ass watching as your hips swayed from side to side, enticing and hardening him even more.

teasingly, he slid his thumb underneath the jewel, pressing the tip of it against the handle, pushing it deeper inside you and listening to your sweet moans. your pleasured moans filled the room, bouncing of the walls, sounding like a symphony to his ears as he began to press and release his thumb against the toy, thrusting and shoving it inside you.

“you like that, sweetheart, hm? s’it feel good when i play with your ass like this?”

he groaned as you clenched around the plug, watching as you greedily took the pleasure he offered, swallowing the toy even more. still groping your pudgy flesh, he began to trail his fingers from your cunt up to the toy. circling your wetness around the rim.

“y’want my cock, baby?”

you screwed your eyes shut in frustration, begging, “yes, stuart! please! i want your cock.” the plug nudged at your insides, brushing through your walls to your cervix with every push of his thumb, pushing you closer and making you teeter on the edge. but it was nothing compared to the feeling of stuart’s cock pounding into your tight hole.

the phantom feeling of his length had you clenching and whining once again, aching for his length. you were desperate as you propped your arms up, looking over your shoulder and directly at him, preparing for the mouthful of begging for the hundredth time. but before you could even open your mouth, his infamous smug smirk was shot your way, as he pulled the plug form inside you, smooth and fast.

you keened forward at the emptiness, your nerves on fire as you were stretched a little, jaw open in pleasure. he set the toy down beside him on the mattress, picking up the bottle of lube and squirting a generous amount all over his cock, wrist pumping it visciously, his thumb slicking up his tip and wrist twisting around his length, crude squelching noises filing the room.his clean hand pushing you forward as he aimed your cock at your hole. the hot and heavy feeling of his cock resting at your opening.

“y’want my cock, baby?”

he pushed once again, dipping the head of his length inside finally and pulling back out as you whines in discontent. you seated your backside cheekily against his cock, trying to push back against him to slip it back inside you, only to receive a hard slap to your right cheek.

“beg, baby and then I’ll fuck your cute little ass.”

you sighed once again, breathing in deeply to ground yourself. “please, please, stu! i want your cock! i need you inside me.” you were so close, sobbing in desperation. finally you felt it. the large intrusion of his length filling you, as he pushed inside your ass.

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