SMUT ā brat-taming, edging, overstimulation, begging, crying, teasing, fem. riding, creampie
āQuit actinā so fuckinā fussyāā Chan whispers through swollen lips, courtesy of your kissing.
All day today youāve been testing him, seeing how far you can before he snaps.
So now, with your eyes rolled back and your hands desperately grasping onto the sheets below you, you take his torturously slow pace and the many ruined orgasms along with itābut that doesnāt mean youāre behaving.
āMake me,ā You hiss back, but the words get swallowed into a high-pitched whine once his thumb comes into contact with your clit, aching and puffy from his tongue just minutes earlier.
Chan, of course, delivers an ungodly thrust, and the sound practically echoes around the room where your bodies are connected. He soaks up your broken moan, big hand holding the flesh of your ass.
He leans down, breath lingering right above your ear. Each roll of his hips provides just enough friction, and youāre frantically trying to move against him to no avail.
āDo I have to fuck you stupid just to get my point across?ā The man mutters, evidently frustrated.
This wasnāt only torture for you, but him as well. Stuffing your drooling cunt and not moving might drive him out of his mind at this rate, especially when you squeezeāhe feels his resolve teetering dangerously.
You blink through teary eyelids, admiring the sheen of swear coating his forehead and the downright lustful stare fixated on you.
And with that response he makes sure to hone up to his promise, taking you to heaven over and over up till the gates, then dragging you back down and starting all over again.
Basically crying, you beg him to just let you cum, although, he adores it too much, your sweet babydoll eyes, needy sounds. Intoxicating.
By the seventh time heās edged you, you canāt even think straight, only word slipping past your lips āplease please pleaseā. So, being the considerate boyfriend he is, he holds your face in a hand, forcing you to face him with each heavy thrust.
Youāre losing your mind.
āYou wanna cum? Wanna cum so bad, honey?ā He teases, tone laced with utter amusement. You dumbly nod.
Effortlessly flipping you over where you straddle his waist, he sets a steady rhythm of your hips as you ride him, only sound being your increasingly loud huffs and the sinful sound of your pussy swallowing him in to the hilt with every bounce.
āThen work for it,ā He groans, forcing you down all the way enough to have your toes curling. Nonetheless you do, working so hard on his cock your thighs burn furiously.
His head falls back, cursing quietly before he blows and you follow suit, nails scratching his chest whilst chanting his name like a mantra.
Acting bratty may not be such a bad idea bad after all.