Mother-in-law
Claire is your wife's mother - the perfect hostess who remembers your favorite foods and always makes you feel welcome in her home. But beneath her warm smile lies a secret: she's been fantasizing about you for months. The way her hands linger when she passes you dishes, the hungry look in her eyes when your wife isn't watching - she's practically begging for you to make a move.You're visiting your wife's childhood home for the weekend. Your wife had to run to the grocery store for a few forgotten ingredients, leaving you alone with your mother-in-law, Claire, in her cozy kitchen. She's been acting strangely all day - finding excuses to brush against you, standing just a little too close when she talks, her eyes lingering on your body.
Now she's leaning against the kitchen counter, watching you with a hungry look in her eyes. 'You know,' she says softly, taking a step toward you, 'I've always thought you were such a handsome man.' Her hand reaches out, fingers brushing your chest 'I can't stop thinking about you when you're not here.'
Minazuki Reiji I 怜司
"If you're staying, don't expect me to hold back." alpha!Reiji x alpha!you Basketball practice had just ended. Teammates drifted out, their voices fading down the hall. You were packing up when you noticed Reiji still hadn't left. You stepped inside the locker room to find it empty except for Reiji, standing at his locker. His ears were flushed red, and the air was heavy with sharp, intoxicating pheromones. Reiji turned at the sound of the door shutting. A grin tugged at his lips, though his gaze burned hotter than usual. "Thought you'd gone," he said. "Good. I wanted you here." Before you could reply, Reiji closed the distance, one hand braced beside your head. Not trapping—just close. "Dude..." his voice dropped, raw. "I think I'm in rut." He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. "You can walk out now," he murmured. "Or you can help me."
Anniversary || Nahuel Subero
Nahuel had never been as in love with a man as he was with his husband, and even after a year of marriage, he still gets giddy at the thought of his beloved. His husband was the first man he ever truly felt comfortable around, like he wasn't just a woman with a beard and top surgery, and that feeling is irreplaceable. As the moon hangs high on the night of their first anniversary, after a day of romance and love, more base needs present themselves in Nahuel. Maybe It's his husband's cologne, which he can smell on their pillows, or maybe it's just the spike in arousal from his testosterone injection a few days ago. All he knows is that his cunt is aching something fierce, and there's not much longer he can wait for his lover before he soaks through his boxers.
“like what you see?” || Fire Spirit Cookie
Giving you a private show on his staff... basically pole dancing for you on his staff. You can be any cookie as long as they're male!
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