Y8zuriha - IAN

How he fucks … ft. Monkey D. Luffy

cw

smut, breeding kink (if you squint), size kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up 🤨), use of the word captain as a title, femme bodied reader, and most likely ooc Luffy.

Summary

Luffy always does and gets what he wants, how does that translate into bed with you?

Minors DNI, 18+ only !

His body is so hot and warm between your legs. His strong torso practically shoving his girthy cock in your tiny hole. You never think all of him will fit in you, but he makes it work each time.

He loves fucking you raw just to feel the way your walls suffocate his fat dick, trying to take all of him in. “Knew you could take it baby” is all he offers as praise, giving you sloppy kisses while still throbbing inside you.

He can’t stop staring at where your bodies connect, causing your face to heat up. Luffys admiring the bulge in your stomach that forms with each hard jab at your cervix. “Woah is that me in you?” He admires while placing a hand down overtop the obvious bulge in your stomach.

You can’t stop watching him though, there’s something so pornagraphic in the way he pounds your pussy raw. He’s truly in love with the feeling of hearing his balls slap against your ass, pussy tight around his aching dick. Luffys dirty talk consists about what he’s feeling in the moment. Prone to, “so good, so warm” “pussy made perfect for me, perfect for your captain.” The way you’re whining and preening for him to be closer to you adds to his need.

He loves splitting you open on your back just so he can rut his hips even deeper into you, groaning with each thrust. When you grab onto him though is when he truly loses himself in the feeling of your tight walls.

He has no control of himself, pushing you both towards your peaks. He’s practically got all his weight on top of you, angling his hips to rub against your clit so deliciously.

Luffy loves to fuck you hard, craving the feeling of your frame under him. He loves giving it to you rough because he knows you can take it.

Watching you take everything he can give you makes his heart (and his dick) swell with pride, especially watching the faces you make. How it scrunches up when he’s merciless or the way it relaxes when he’s fucking you with just his tip, sliding in and out of your slit.

You’re squirming on his cock while he pounds into you with no mercy, luffy grabs you by your cheeks with one hand. Making you make direct eye contact with his half lidded eyes. “Gonna make you take all of me”.. he’s murmuring to himself but it’s directed at you. “Gotta fill this pretty pussy up.. to the brim” he punctuates with a rather harsh thrust. Your pussy creams at his dirty words and clamps down around him, body giving into lust.

You feel yourself entering your orgasm but you can’t do it without him, you need all of him. When he feels your little frame wrap itself tight around him, pulling his hips impossibly deeper into your warm cunt he tries not to cum on the spot. Groaning and moaning in your ear like a man who hasn’t fucked for days on end.

“Ah fuckkkk, gonna fill you up so good” he says while raising his broad chest off you. He repositions himself to putting all his weight on your hips. Effectively locking you in place against the mattress. His full toned body and deep v cut prominent as he swivels his hips.

Taking no breaks his pace starts slow down, letting your tight cunt milk him through those shallow slow strokes.

Your tiny pussy no more than a sex toy for him to move around as he pleases. He thinks his balls are going to explode at the rate you’re fluttering around him, soaking his thighs.

That is until he’s pounding into you, he fucks your cunt like he hates you. Truthfully your pussy just feels so good he can’t control himself. He’s too impatient. Filling your weeping hole up to the brim with his seed. You cum just from feeling him twitch inside you from how hard he came :( he’s such a good boyfriend, always filling you up just how you both like it. He’s not satisfied unless he sees his seed spilling out of you.

If you’re lucky and the captains in a good mood, he might just clean you up (with his tongue).

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all dark content written below are original pieces. please do not steal, copy, or plagiarize any of my work.

if you uncomfortable with my dark fiction content, feel free to block my tag that i use to separate these pieces from my mainstream writings. ( #anchoeritc.dark ) warnings will be listed under each piece.

pieces:

doves in the wind • smut, stepdad!tonowari stepcest, fingering, clit play, names used: ‘daddy’, ‘honey’, ‘sweetheart’, etc. masturbation (afab.)

↱ summary: all those moments brought you to where you are right now: rubbing your clit, thinking about your stepdad.

drabbles:

hunting with stepdad!jake stepcest, use of weapons (bow).

sleepy sex with stepdad!joel stepcest, cockwarming.

spoon-feeding with stepdad!tonowari stepcest, mentions of feeding, food, cooking. allusions to cheating, choking, gagging.

sleepy sex with stepdad!jake stepcest, penetration beside sleeping body.

hot springs sex with stepdad!jake stepcest, penetration underwater, use of daddy kink.

stepdad!jake finds out about your boyfriend stepcest, possessive jake, rough intercourse, cheating, exhibitionism kink, choking kink.

stepdad!jake taking advantage of business trip stepcest, daddy kink, rough intercourse, breeding kink, hair pulling.

stepdad!jake helping you through your first heat stepcest, dubcon, daddy kink.

stepdad!jake secretly watching you masturbate stepcest, masturbation (afab.), daddy kink, clit play.

stepdad!quaritch deals with your big mouth stepcest, rough intercourse, mean quaritch, degradation kink, choking kink, hair pulling.

stepdad!jake secretly touching you stepcest, daddy kink, clit play.

breeding kink with stepdad!wari stepcest, creampie, breeding kink.

stepdad!tonowari headcanons stepcest, exhibitionism kink, fingering, clit play, mentions of food and feeding.

stepdad!jake stealing your panties stepcest, panty sniffing, masturbation (male.), allusions to oral fixations.

Long live the Emperor …

synopsis — he was a very jealous man and he would do anything to send his message. you were his and he would make sure everyone knew who you belonged to.

warning - nsfw, dubcon, arranged marriage, public sex, throne sex, cock warming

shameful. it’s a shameful display of power and greed and no one dares to say a word. the court has been in session for what felt like hours with many people passing through with important requests for the emperor.

their voices are low and some even stutter, scared to look away but even more afraid to anger their emperor if they dare look at his royal consort.

“you may speak” he says, his voice as steady as any other day only that he has his beautiful wife on his lap in a thin sheer robe that leaves little to the imagination despite how long it is. it’s a beautiful shade of green, see-through and no doubt only appropriate for your private quarters.

you’re beautiful with the finest jewellery fit for the royal consort and despite your obvious discomfort and embarrassment, you know you can’t move. his cock is buried deep inside you and if you were to move, it sends a shiver up your spine that you want to hate. your husband has no respect for you privacy at all, wanting to make a point to all the men who stare at you. you belonged to him and he didn’t care if you were young and new to this side of the world.

you had just turned 18 and your father had promised you to him and no matter how much you begged and pleaded with him, he forced you to marry the emperor and now you were being shown off like some prize in front of everyone.

“m-my king” the man below speaks, but his unable to look at the king in the eye so he keeps his eyes downcast, his cheeks are red and so are his ears. you want to feel sorry for the poor old man but you saw the way he looked at you when he first entered and he was no different than anyone else in the court.

“speak up!” ran shouts, “if you’re here to waste my time, then my guards can see you out”

“i’ve come to ask for h-help” the man clears his throat, “my people, we have been struggling with-”

the man can barely get his words out and it’s so obvious that the king is bored. he helps his people and his not a selfish man but he’s very different with you and it’s clear that the people have angered him enough to push him this far. he circles his hips and grips your waist.

you can’t hide the shame that fills you the moment you moan, your mouth falling open in surprise as he thrusts up into you. his cock is big and even though you had become well acquainted on your wedding night, it was still difficult to get used to something so thick.

there are whispers throughout the court and you don’t have to see the king’s face to know he’s smirking. the smug bastard knew exactly what he was doing and he would do it again to send the message across.

you belonged to him.

it’s him, it’s fanfic!eren

consider being sarada’s friend growing up and having the hots for her dad. turning 18 and getting bred by him just like how you wanted 🖤

he wouldn’t even pay attention to you at all in the beginning. he’s not necessarily a good husband but he has his fun outside the village so when he returns and he sees you there, he’s shocked at how much you’ve grown and he’s definitely into it.

he doesn’t even try to hide the way he looks at you even if sakura is there in the room. she obviously picks up on it and tries to get his attention but he only wants you.

it isn’t long before he’s bending you over the kitchen counter and fucking you fast and hard, knowing sarada and sakura could walk in at any moment and see you and he wants that. he wants to see the look on sakura’s face while he’s balls deep in a young 18 year old.

Main Story

PT.1

Summary | You’re a single mom with one very talkative and intrusive daughter. She will not sleep until she meddeled her way into getting you a husband. Her newest target? Her kindergarten teacher- Eren Jaeger

Wordcount | 12K

Side Stories

Daddy Daughter Dance (March 30th)

Drabbles

When you realized you were in love with each other

Zeke babysitting Addie for the first time

Headcanons

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© all works belong to hanuh do not plagiarize, translate or post to other sites.

Pussydrunk choso lapping your cunt while your on your gaming chair playing gta and he's on the floor in front of you with your legs placed over his broad shoulders and his head buried between your thighs.

He's just so obsessed with pleasing you and making you feel good. He's been at it for the past hour, slurring and tougue fucking your cunt like a dehydrated man thats so desperate for your cum, the front of his hair is all messy and wet from you squirting, even his shirt is all wet but that man doesn't even care, all he cares about is making you cum and squirt so he can taste you

He's in heaven right there, there's no place he'd rather be than between your thighs. He fucking loves the taste of you, it's like he can never get enough of that sweet little cunt. Since the first time he tasted you he just couldn't stop, he kept begging and begging you over and over even when you told him your cunt is too sore from how often he does it.

He runs his tongue up and down your folds before sucking on your clit like his life depends on it, at this point you can't even concentrate on your game anymore you'd have to tug on his hair real hard to get his attention but even that gets him more riled up, he loves it when you tug on his hair or when you play his hair while he's eating you out, its like a reward, he just groans and moans against your clit.

Whenever you do cum, he doesn't waste a single bit, he licks it all clean, making sure he doesn't miss a spot whether it was dripping down your asshole or onto the chair, that man doesn't give a fuck he'd get ever last drop and he'd whimper against you telling you how good you taste and asking for more.

Then after that you'd bounce on his cock while his eyes is glued to your bouncing tits, the way it moves up and down each snap of your hips. Its like he's hypnotized by you or something.

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the neediest boys in the world.

eren yeager x fem.reader

modern au | the domestic life

you had to be the luckiest girl in the world to own the hearts of two boys who absolutely adored you.

settled in your arms was your 5 year old son. he shared a bit of both of you and your husband's features, combining the best of both worlds wrapped up in the most adorable package.

he may have inherited more of his father's personality than yours, but you couldn't deny that his eyes that were shining brightly matched your own shade to a T. the love you felt for this tiny human being in your arms was overwhelming, and you truly couldn't picture a life before your beloved son.

"mama, you're so pretty." he tells you with the widest grin, practically doting on you as well as he leaned up against you on your lap to get a better look at your face. as he cups your cheeks with his two chubby hands, you couldn't help but laugh as he presses sloppy kisses against each and every one of your features, finishing each kiss with an audible 'mwah!'

"when i get older i'm gonna marry you, mama!" your son proclaims with a confidence that was very reminiscent of when your husband asked for your hand in marriage, making you smile as you nuzzled your son's cheek.

"silly, mama can't marry you because she's already married to papa, you know that." you giggle upon seeing his sweet pout, "yeah, but i love you WAY MORE than papa does! that's why i'm gonna stay with you forever!"

your son seals his promise with another kiss, this time against your cheek as a grunt was heard coming from the doorway, "hey, quit kissin' mama like that, you're makin' papa jealous."

a mischievous gleam was seen in your son's eyes as he immediately wraps his tiny arms around your neck all while sticking out his tongue at eren, "go away papa! me an' mama are busy cuddling!"

"you've been cuddling mama for thirty minutes, it's my turn now." you rolled your eyes at eren's theatrics. if anyone would be jealous of their own child, it would be eren.

"no way papa, it's my mama!"

"oh yeah? well your mama belonged to me way before you were even born!"

of course it would be eren.

being fed up with this constant back and forth bickering, eren takes matters into his own hands when he steps closer to where you and your son was settled on the couch, "fine, if you won't let me cuddle mama, i guess i'll just have to cuddle both of you!"

"wait what?! eren-"

your husband proved to still be the strongest man you knew as he picked you and your son up with ease, earning several giggles from your child as eren settles himself against the couch with the both of you settled back on his lap. with you finally in his arms again, eren presses soft kisses against the junction where your neck and shoulder met, resting his head against it before letting out a content sigh, "ah, much better."

"no fair papa! quit copying me, i was busy kissin' mama too!" cue your child flinging himself into your arms as he buried his face deep within your chest, earning yet another grunt of disapproval from eren. "hey, don't press yourself against mama's chest like that!"

with you sandwiched between what had to be the two greatest loves of your life, you couldn't stop the carefree laughter that escaped your lips as you fell back into your husband's embrace all while holding your son tightly against your chest.

you may have to deal with the neediest boys in the entire world for the rest of your life, but you knew that there was nowhere else you'd rather be than with them by your side.

all stories are written by yeagererens; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

bunny bimbo.

━━━━━━━━ uzui tengen.

⤷ fem!reader, bimbo reader, pet name usage <bunny, baby>, finger sucking, hair pulling, size kink, dilf!tengen, tengen is in his thirties while reader is twenty, outside sex, truck sex, rough play, voyeur, breeding, black coded, filming w/o consent, camgirl!reader.

⤷ mocha’s note; saw someone with this truck the other day and couldn’t get it out my head. i love men who drive nice ass vehicles. wanna be fucked in a pickup truck. *pouts*

“hi, mister! i was wondering if you’d let me wash your car for my college’s charity event.”

to be honest, tengen wasn’t oblivious to your clear intentions. you came knocking on his pristine white door with a cheery smile on your doll face as you swayed side to side in your revealing attire. he’s well aware it’s nearly seventy degrees out, but for you to be wearing high waisted black spandex that had the bottom of your ass hanging out, along with a tight strapped hot pink top that sat just at your ribs was kind of overdoing it. holding your bucket with a yellow sponge inside, bouncing on your tip toes in your black and white converses when you see how attractive the man is, thinking you definitely scored.

the twinkle in his eyes when he looked you up and down confirmed he had the same thoughts. he’s only in a robe, angelic silver hair cascading down his face. to be blunt, you interrupted a jack-off session he was having, the man smiling through the painfully hard erection he had, hoping it’s not too evident. there’s surely a bulge there. your nipples are perk, of course, not shielded by a bra. skin alluring and glistening under the sunlight. his multicolored painted fingernails clutching the door he holds open for you to come inside, glancing around his neighborhood to see if anyone was being nosey. this for sure looked like a skit from a porno. he’s wondering if the universe sent him a blessing or just teasing?

“so what’s the charity for?”

“ensuring the safety of teens and young adults when it comes to unprotected sex. basically pays for condoms, lube—”

tengen is barely listening as you further explain your agenda, mind drifting elsewhere, focused on the pillows of your strawberry glossed lips, knowing they taste sweet. you do this thing where you curve your lips to the side when you’re thinking so the dot in your cheek sinks in, creasing a dimple. your makeup is done but not too much considering the weather. falsies and fake freckles. big eyes fascinated by such a gorgeous, gorgeous man. almost too perfect. you wonder if he’s a model. he lives in a nice, big house in the suburbs. finances must be in tact.

“—plus it’s summer and cars should look good to pull some women, right? you look like you own a beauty.”

“a beauty for sure,” tengen rasps, his features growing dark and lustful. it’s dripping off his tongue like honey.

“can i see?” you bite your lips, your forearms hugging the side of your tits closer to make them even more appealing. the man pokes his cheek with his long fingers, feeling silly, your charm working.

tengen doesn’t know why this thought comes up, but when he’s leading you to the backyard with a high fence, grill, and umbrella table—and you’re beside him, dainty, soft, small compared to his figure—she looks really familiar is what he thinks, lingering on it. the 6’6 man grabs his keys hanging by the door to unlock the obsidian 2020 chevrolet silverado truck with red tow hooks, grinning as you swoon for the vehicle, cute gasps and squeals as you skip towards the truck to pull open the doors, obsessed with the interior. leather seats warm and rich. you’re bent over as you peak your head inside, tengen no better than any other man as he cocks his head to the side to get a better look at your ass. he practically chokes on his spit when he notices how fat your pussy is, eating up the material so depravedly it has him gulping and shifting where he stood.

“jesus, fuck,” his hands are clammy now. even if you were truly being innocent, he had to hold back. you were too young for him. too supple. too—innocent? the velvety softness of his tongue is salivating for you, wanting to drown in your cunt and drink it like water. you smell good, too. when you brushed past him he caught a whiff; like marshmallows and honeysuckle.

“she’s so fucking sexy,” you praise, caressing your hands over the seats, looking over your shoulder with a wicked upturn of your lips. tengen feels it now. and he’s ready to say fuck it. you weren’t here just for a car wash. it’s like pen on paper. “what’s her name?”

“veronica.”

you giggle. “can i ride her one day?”

a brow of his arches at your question, the batting of your lashes turning him aberrant. he’s really not liking who he’s becoming right now. losing self-control, respect for himself, respect for you. he doesn’t give a shit about a charity right now. all he knows is that he wants to use you, needs to fuck you, make you his girl. “you expect that i’ll let you come back?”

“i know you will,” now you’re standing inches apart now, rattling your bucket to knock him out of his daydreams. “hose? where?”

the stern clench in his jaw makes your clit jump, tengen opening his garage door to give you access to all his car necessities. he excused himself, taking a breather and battling with his desires as he curses his dick out when he’s slipping on basketball shorts and a white tank. tengen catches himself when he’s peering out his bedroom window to see you arching over his truck, shorts snug and shirt damp with water as you ring out the soapy sponge in your hands, giggling to yourself and tucking those plush lips when you get yourself a little too wet. your head knocks up and catches his gaze on you, biting your lips and winking.

fuck the wash. fuck the charity. fuck his morals.

to his unknown, your phone is perched up against the inside of his truck, snug in a corner between the seat and the door, peaking inside with your ass high and swaying, waiting for him to come back down. you got him. ‘course you did. not to toot your own horn or anything, but you’re very irresistible. your millions of subscribers on girlybimbos.net could vouch for you. you’re live streaming now, your lilac acrylic between your teeth as you twiddle your fingers gently to greet your money makers. slipping a tit out for a little tease.

“my neighbors coming back,” you giggle sweetly, the sound like heaven to the men who worship you, to the women who want to be you, or be with you. comment after comment. tip after tip. it makes you feel so happy. they get greedier, jealous even when they notice a pair of big hands snatching your ass back to mold against a rock hard cock, damp with precum and jumping with covetous need. you smile into your shoulder as you look back at him, his face reading everything his dick was telling you.

“this okay?” the man strains, avidly tugging at the band of your shorts, spotting a cute tramp stamp tat on your love handle, ‘brat’ is what it says, drawn inside of a pink heart.

“what do you think?” tengen groans as you shift your ass back, resting your cheek on your shoulder as you continue to rock back and forth, dipping your hips to create a photographic memory in his mind. you’re grateful for the step bar that’s on the side of the truck considering how much taller he is, your ass sitting at just the right angle for him to slide his dick inside. but before he does any of that, he’s molding the flesh of your ass in his hands, soft like dough as he sloppily mouths at your cheeks while spreading them apart.

your fists ball as you whimper from his scorching touch, feeling the vibration through his kisses. your shorts are to your knees now, back arched as you suck on your lips and scrunch up your face when he’s pulling your black thong to the side to catch your sluice clit with his tongue, gasping as he swats at your ass each time he licks your pussy, devours your essence and ruts his tongue on that cute little pearl as you grind back on his face with frenzy. he doesn’t lay on it longer, too fucking hard to be playing tease right now. tengen’s giving the back of your thighs open mouthed french kisses, your head all fuzzy. it’s a lucid drug.

“fuck, that’s somethin’ else,” he’s hissing, tongue quickly swirling over his bottom lip before his brows are connecting and he’s got his heavy cock in his rough palm now. it’s tempting. if he’s laying on his back it’ll rest on his tummy just at his belly button. protruding veins on either side leading up to his fat head, mushroom shaped and a pastel pink tone to it. width about the same as a graph ruler. perfection at its finest. that wet pat pat! at the entrance of your cunt he taps with the heavy head of his cock makes you squeal, the noise so cute. fuck—you’re too cute. he’s gotta make you his.

“use me, please,” your head is tilting side to side as if you’re drunk, feeling the warm air hit your pussy, soaked and convulsing for him. abandoned. craving to be sheltered. catered to. full. “fuck me, please, pl—”

“quiet,” quiet? that’s nearly foreign for you once he’s pushing his fat cockhead into your taut, little pussy, chipping his lip with his teeth as he takes his time to sink into you, observing how your pussy grips his cock and pulls him in, releasing control so easily.

“that’s really—shit, fuck—that’s—” swat! he smacks your ass again and follows it with a gentle thrust and a nasty fucking moan. your toes curl and your grip on the leather seats become harsher, trying to accommodate his barbaric size. “tight little thing.”

you mewl from his praise, breath hitching. it’s too much to take all at once. so, you crawl forward to give yourself a minute. “you’re so—fuckin’ big, mmph!”

he doesn’t allow that, kissing his teeth and tutting a gruff ‘unh uh, come back’, bending so his head pokes inside the black ice scented vehicle, pulling you back by your hair until you’re scooting your ass back out the frame of the door, tengen standing straight again. he works his way in, not a total asshole about it. rolling his waist to knock into you, making it easier. proud to see you finally taking it like the good girl he knows you can be. he has faith in you. it’s a fucking prize when his sharp abdomen’s kissing the globes of your ass, your soppy pussy coating his skin.

you shouldn’t cry, you shouldn’t be fucking crying at all, but the way he pistons his hips and fucks you hard, skin clapping roughly and subtle fingers scratching at the dip of his flexing ass—you can’t help it. feels so good. it’s making you dumb, melting under his vehement gropes and brutal pounds. one of tengen’s hands slaps on the hood of his truck, keeping the other wrapped around your hair in a fist and raising his leg to stay on the step bar, grunting, cussing like a sailor, throat drying. there’s no fucking way you should be this fucking addictive. he swears he’s losing his mind even more, your whimpers and squeaks like music to his ears. the visible stretch your pussy showcases as he glanced for another take.

the man is adamant, that’s for sure. tastes rarely changing when it came to his women, and how he liked to fuck them. his flamboyancy is what drew you in. so impeccably godly. you’re immobile when his buff body enters the vehicle, pinning his weight entirely on your back, heaving on your cheek. tengen’s got his long fingers in your mouth now, telling you to ‘gag on these’ while he’s rutting his cock in you like a ferocious animal. he’s suffocating you, but you fucking love it. love being trapped beneath him. love hearing his moans clearier in your ear as your eyes cross and you fall out, into space.

“m’fuckin’ cummin’, baby,” air catches in his throat, sitting up some to loom over your body. “can i cum in this pussy? yeah? fill you up real good?”

“want your cum,” you’re blabbering, clapping your ass up to meet each scabrous thrust, flesh bouncing like jelly, choking on your spit when his hot hand clasps onto the back of your neck and keeps you down, fucking his cock like you’re his toy. a special toy he’s been waiting for.

“shit—you’re so cute,” he grumbles, eyes squeezing tight, managing to chuckle through his endless streams of moans. “bouncing like a bunny. so needy. i make you that way?”

you can’t form a word, slobbering over his fingers and focused on only one thing, your high. tengen pulls his fingers out and grabs your chin, smearing your own spit as he pinches your cheeks, your eyes fighting to stay open. “unh? i make you that way, baby? so fuckin’ cock drunk you start fucking yourself on it? am i your toy?”

“y-yeah. yesss, fuck—” tears are leaking down your face, the pleasure so intensely overwhelming, his raspy voice in your ear coaxing you further.

he ups his chin. “you using me? for what, hmm? been wanting to cum real good? boys your age not treating your pussy right?”

it’s like he’s being cruel, edging himself on purpose until you’re at your peak with him, arms bulging as he balls his fists and plants it flat on the seats, lifting like he’s doing push ups and snapping his hips viciously. you scream, hiccuping stupidly as your legs separate and you’re spasming, slapping at the back of the drivers seat and shoving your face into the seats before you, your phone falling into a compartment on the side door, your fans only hearing the squeaky hot leather, sticky skin clashing, and both of your moans conjoining.

“answer me. don’t act shy now ‘cause your cunts full,” he seethes, brushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead. a damn mess. the straps to your shirt slipping off, tits bouncing and falling out years ago. tongue stuck out as you pant like a dog and your eyes turn white like pinballs.

“they can’t fuck me like you do! c-can’t—ah!—can’t handle me like you. they’re too fucking stupid. never care about what i want. i-i need an older man who knows how to fuck me.”

he’s getting off on your cries, bawling his face up when that pit of fire encases his stomach. seconds away from painting your gummy walls with his cum. fuck, he’s so glad you came to his door today. never would’ve imagined he’d have such a mesmeric thing like you pinned under him right now. it’s a good thing you knocked when you did. his hand wasn’t enough, a mundane act he was sick of partaking.

“don’t worry, baby. i can fuck you like you want for as long as you need,” now his nose is flush against your cheek, chest on your back for the last time, grounding his dick and blocking your airflow with his wide hand that chokes you. you’re shaking like a leaf, barely able to breathe. “want you to cum on your toy. take his load for him, okay?”

that’s so new for you, being the first one to cum. it’s sad, truly. but no worries now. you finally found someone who’d care about pleasing a woman. who gets off on it. there was nothing greater than sexually satisfying a woman. it’s like fucking narcotics. those symphonies of yours crack as you come down hard, and the same time he sees you quietly orgasming while consistently clenching your cunt, his pulsating cocks shooting thick ropes of white in fast spurts. tengen’s jaw is agape, gasping and whimpering as he slides in and out of you with passion, relieved. days of sexual frustration gone out the window. he’s so weak on top of you, honestly would take a nap if he could.

your giggles wake him up, tengen rolling to his side so his back touches the seats, your hands covering your mouth, dazed. he kisses your forehead, leading his lips to yours for a sloppy kiss, tying tongues and smacking lips.

“i’m leaking,” you scoff a laugh, tengen looking down to see you raising your knees to your chest. “gonna clean me up or let me ruin your seats?”

he rolls his eyes playfully. “already ruined them. wet ass pussy.”

you squeal when he gives your pussy a slap, pushing his long silver hair away from his face and fixing himself up before leaving to get a clean, warm rag for you. while he’s distracted, you hastily search for your phone, finding it and flipping it around to see your stream still playing, the comments in uproar. some angry they couldn’t see the finale, some horny as fucking hell after hearing what happened, others happy to see your darling face again.

“bye guys. chat later. i’m so sore,” you pout, angling the camera to your cunt really fast to show them, teasing like you always do. you blow them a kiss before ending the live, looking over your phone to see him coming back to you. you spread your thighs which, by the way, still spasm. he chuckles at your body’s reaction, cleaning you up before kissing your inner thighs.

“can i still clean your truck?” you ask.

“um, you were serious?”

“duh. my schools counting on me, you know.”

“awesome,” he remarks, laughing after you roll your eyes and gather your shorts. tengen let’s you finish your job, making some homemade lemonade and baking a digiorno pizza to help restore both your energies. even though he just fucked you like a whore, he talked to you, caressed your face, and kissed you like you were the softest, most precious thing to him. it was nice.

once the sun set, and his truck was sparkly clean, you were standing in your original position on his front porch, leaving him. you still didn’t know each other’s names, not even bothering to ask, just staying in the moment.

“hey,” he grabs your wrist to catch you, looking back at him with curiosity. “what’s your name?”

you grin. “bb.”

bb? that also sounded familiar. now that he ponders on it, so does your voice, and your face, and that damn tattoo on your ass. tengen watches you skip away happily, humming a song and that’s when it hits him. he’s digging into his basketball shorts pocket to grab his phone, finding his bookmarks and scrolling for one in particular. pulling up an adult website where the name bunny bimbo flashes. a profile decorated in glitter, clouds, and all things pink. a small bio popping up with 69 videos, a new one recently uploaded. no title.

bunny bimbo. live ended 1 hour and 17 minutes ago. stunned to see the capture of his platinum hair and rainbow nails desperately grabbing your skin as the thumbnail. he snickers, awestruck by you.

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