Smuts (ft. Female Artists I Wanna Make Babies With 🥺💦)

Thirst-day Addams (W.A./You G!P)

*From Middle of the Week (18+)

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"You can say the safe word anytime."

My eyes widen and I was practically frozen for a second, but quickly recovered with, "I didn't say I didn't like it." She scoffs, "Oh, I know you like it, but I was hoping to make you mad."

"And why is that?" I husk while my hands moved to her lower back. "You remember what happened to lead up to the first time?"

"Yeah, I damn near killed Paris and made Dean's eyes explode," I say and she nods. "Your anger is one of my biggest turn ons. Wanna know something?"

"Yeah, what?"

She leans into my ear and says, "I imagine being in front of those three completely helpless bastards when I'm all alone. You'd be holding Crackstone's dagger and a noose."

Her hips began to move, getting a little more pronounced the more she spoke.

"Your eyes are blood red and your voice was low and demonic. I'd watch you crush Dean's skull with your bare hands before you put the noose around my neck and...," she trails off with a sigh when my excitement made itself known.

"And what, Mamba?" I tease, grabbing and smacking her ass shamelessly. My hips mimic hers, making her lay on my shoulder for a few moments.

I rotate my hips, earning me a soft gasp. "And... and used your tongue on me."

"You want me to do that?" I ask and she lifts her head, looking at me with a mixture of sexual hatred and horniness. "Most of the time," she says almost immediately, taking me off guard.

"Deadass? You be wanting to fuck most of the time?"

"No, I just want your stupid, talented mouth most of the time," she says so casually that I'm still in shock.

"So, with that being said," she grabs my jaw again, gripping it. "Take me to my room and give me what I want," she demands before leaning in to bite my lip roughly.

I grunt lowly, smacking her ass again. "Kinda wanna give you what you want now," I say while my hands stayed in their rightful places.

She makes this hot little growling noise before practically attacking me. Her hips moved in a cyclone, activating my own hip movements.

We were at each other like teens in a horror movie; I was throbbing in my briefs and the heat she's providing is driving me crazy.

She backs up to take off her shirt and I instantly tug one of her lacy bra cups down. My mouth made direct contact with her stiffened peaks. She slowly throws her head back, digging her nails into the back of my neck naturally.

I nibble on it and she lets out a short gasp. I pull her closer to me as if we have to be one to be close enough.

I switch to the other and she shudders, now hugging my head.

To be honest, she seems like a whole different person, but I'm not complaining too much. The way she's acting right now reminds me of the energy Dream Mamba exuded.