【OPEN/NSFW】☆ SHAMELESS SMUT POST

[justaways]

☆ click a pic and get kinks.. looks like u only have three choices.. choose... wisely..
☆ call somebody out???
☆ treat it like a mid-fuck meme i guess...
☆ idk be completely shameless with me.... happy holidays everyone
☆ if somebody isn't here that you want for some reason let me know.... i can probably throw them out here

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slams back into this .. quite literally

[naturallywavy]

<sub>[ It doesn't take Gintoki very long to pick up the pace, the feeling of desire and lust practically overflowing at this rate. Sure, he may not really be drunk anymore on alcohol, but he was definitely feeling light headed from his libido.
His fingers grip, trimmed nails digging into Jae-Ha's sides as he picks up the pace and rhythm, rutting against him without much caution to the wind as he focuses on satisfying his own erection and feeling of sex starvation that's pumping through his veins and between his ears. His prick slides in and out smoothly with only minor stumbles in his movement, grunting and huffing with each sensational buck. He shifts himself for a moment with a groan before rutting back inside of his partner, the tip of his member rubs and presses against that sweet spot— finally— right where he was teasing earlier, and in just a few seconds after that, he's getting Jae-Ha's sweet spot right on the nose.

By now, one of his hands has taken a-hold of that long, silky hair, twisting it in his fingers and pulling as a reign. ]</sub>

kyaaaa ///

[razzledazzles]

[There's something appealing about having his face to the sheets, fingers gripping tight into them as he's pounded from behind. His whole body moves with each thrust, and he's scrunching up his face, grunting out soft noises as he adjusts.

Then, Gintoki hits that spot, and he cries out, legs trembling slightly in feeling. His fingers curl tighter still, and his forehead touches down to the bed as he gasps out with each following thrust, until finally his head is yanked back with his hair, and his cries aren't muffled by cloth anymore.]

G-gintoki... [Shit, he has to say something or the tension building inside of him will be too much to handle. That's how it feels, and yet he has no words but Gintoki's name and ohs and ahs. A couple of times, his slipping pride lets him mutter something that sounds like "wait", but nothing on his face or in his body says that Gintoki should actually mind him and stop.

His head pulls against his held hair slightly, and the pain has its own pleasure as well. He wants to curl forward, to hide his face and feel this, but he's being forced to stare forward and slightly up thanks to his hair being used as reigns.]