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@boozeds
this is a usfw-based rp blog (featuring dark & taboo-ish themes) written by s, who goes by they/he pronouns, is 25+ years old, and based in edt / gmt-5. tbd muse information can be found under the cut on this post.
rules. open starters. wishlist.
"and you love it," adny teases back easily, happy to claim insanity if it means being able to be here, with her — on the floor of her bedroom, making her see stars. moans again, allowing her to do whatever the hell it is she wants, notching something about her liking to suck in his brain as the light suction suction on his bottom lip eggs him on. if he's crazy, than she is too. the smallest things ticking both of them off, feeling her walls squeeze in tandem with the swipes of her finger against her clit. samantha doesn't open her eyes immediately at his request and it almost makes his tone go rigid, ready to reprimand her playfully. but he waits for a bit, open-mouthed and impatient, and the smile she shines up at him is worth the wait and more. then she makes a wonderful sound that ends up being his name, and adny can't do anything except groan right back. "yes, baby?" he coos, digging deep into her cunt, not even aware he's let slip a little petname. "it feels good, doesn't it?" sam is responding so well, and the desperation to see her let go is almost comically reflected in how fucking hard he is, how his cock leaks with excitement. ducks down to press an encouraging kiss to her lips, brief but intentional. "are you going to cum for me?" adny asks, half encouragement and half challenge, "show me how good you are?" almost vibrates at the prospect, at being able to watch her fall apart and hold onto that memory selfishly. "c'mon, sammy."
baby. baby. baby. BABY. surely samanta is hearing things because there is no way that he just called her baby, right? she prays to god it's true, because then she can pretend she didn't let out the most primal whimper at the sign of it. that she didn't buck her hips forward into his touch at the mere sound of the two syllables as he cooed them down to her. knows it's wishful thinking, though, by the way his fingers hit her in a new angle, a hitch in her breath caused, just in the time it took for her hips to fall back down against the floor. sam's grasp squeezes his hand in a few pulses as she nods... unable to get herself coherent enough to respond to his question in any way other than a whimper. though, she does give him one of those as well. lips chase the kiss with an upward tilt of her jaw. they form a pout in his wake before parting, sultry-toned words being spoken. "that... was rude." between the pace of her fingers on her clit, his fingers working inside her, and the way their mouths have been interlocked at several points... digits are becoming faster as it works against her clit, adding pressure to it in its motions. sam had been building towards her orgasm for several moments now, the moment in which she moaned his name was the largest indicator she was rounding the peak. it's something she hasn't felt in far too long, an embarrassingly long time in fact, so she's chasing the feeling without any prompting needed. except it's adny's chide encouragement that ends up pushing her over the edge. it's like a cliff dive for the woman, a run with an increasing pace until suddenly you have no footing anymore... you're falling & sinking into the pleasure in the most delicious way possible. the air is filled with a moan that is near musical --- singsongy in how she holds the note and then there's a trill as it fades away. sam's head tilts its chin upwards, as lips fall apart. "a--adny, fuck, ad..." can't coherently speak as her hips are twitching and bucking forward into him, thighs fluttering. the hand on her clit pauses its movements and instead searches for the hand fucking her in the most delicious way. arousal coated fingers gently wrap around adny's wrist. decides to give speaking another try, this time it's desperate and rushed, with just the right level of whine. "kiss me, kiss me, ad...ny, kiss me." barely pauses between her words, manages to do so just enough that it's intelligible.
closed: @boozeds based: cooper has been brought to renée for a special training session to try and combat his rowdy behaviour in her own unique way. who: renée osorio, twenty-six, bisexual, dog trainer, dominant.
puppies like cooper were nothing new to renée, she had spent her entire career dealing with rambunctious and naughty pets, the sort that refused to acknowledge the authority their owners held over them and instead chose to indulge their need to create chaos and mess. he was a handsome boy, clearly well bred and it was a pity to imagine him being judged poorly because he didn't know how to control himself. "let's get this off you first, mhm?" crouching down, renée carefully unclipped cooper's collar from around his neck and gave him a quick scratch behind his ears before she straightened back up. she needed first to see how he liked to act when he was comfortable to then fully determine what areas she would need to focus on. "i'd like you to show me how you like to play. can you be a good boy and do that for me, cooper?"
cooper was so confused when he was dropped off this afternoon. when his owner told him he'd be spending his afternoon with someone else he figured it was like when he had to do shows... look his best and try to impress everyone while his owner was twenty to thirty feet away. but cooper could see his owner get in his car from the window of renée's place. something that momentarily caused a deep whine to fall from him as ears started to flatten, and tail was flat on the floor as it waved slowly. that is until a few moments ago when the dark haired woman called him back to her and he was quick to perk up and amble over. one track mind made it so he would forget about his owner as long as renée's eyes, god did cooper think they were so pretty, remained on him. nuzzled his face against her arm in its fleeting presence against him, leg twitching at the scratch behind his ear. the hybrid found himself moving on his knees just a few inches closer to her as she straightened back up. "to play? coop is the BEST good boy at playin." the blond leans his face forward to place his forehead against her knee. "will you play with me? how are we playin'? is coop playin' alone?" rubs his forehead, and with it a small amount of his scent, against her once more before pulling back. sitting on his heels as his gaze meets hers once more. "coop can be a good boy while playin'... can you just tell me how we're playin'? what game?"
annie might have felt bad for how she was treating cooper if she didn't find everything about him so overwhelming. from the sound of his voice to his heavy dog scent and the space he insisting on taking up, he was intruding on every part of her existence, forcing himself into spaces she didn't even know could be filled and she had to get away from him before it was too late and she did something she regretted. like what exactly? she didn't know but something started to twist inside of her when she looked at cooper for too long and she didn't care to discover what that meant. with her floppy ears low to her head, she scurried away without looking back at the puppy as he whined and yelped like her absence brought him genuine pain. the second she was in her room, the door slammed harshly behind her and annie pressed herself up against it, letting out the breath she hadn't realised she had been holding till she was out of cooper's line of sight. she didn't need to check to know that their back and forth had left her wet between her legs. the thought that he might have been able to smell her arousal made her already pink face grow an even darker shade of red and she let out a frustrated huff in time with another stomp— stupid puppy bursting in and making everything uncomfortable. all she had to do was wait for him to leave and she could take care of her problem as she always did, if she could wait that long...
to play rough was one thing... he had done it plenty of times before. get a little bit too wound up, a little too turned on. the kind of play where his nose goes wandering, and his hands end up pinning the other's underneath him. but what annie spurred within him was far too different to be considered a desire to play. it's left him with some lingering confusion in his body, and uncertainty about WHY he feels this way. perhaps if cooper listened to his owner, he'd have heard the buzzwords of predator & prey hybrids, the precautions he wanted him to be careful of. lacks all of that knowledge when he starts to slowly walk in the direction the bunny went. realizes that the rush of emotions had him hardening, feeling the fabric of his boxers rub against him. tries to push it out of his mind for the time being--- a task proving hard to do when his nostrils fill with the scent of her and cooper lets out a low rumbly sound. "annie?" speaks it incredibly softly, nervously, an atypical feeling for the pup... but is worried about upsetting his new friend even further. wants her to like him so badly... fueled by his confusion in why she dislikes him so. walks further down the hallway, following her scent, and picking up something new. something he has smelt on his friends after they get a little too rowdy, and it requires his owner to call for him to return. almost thinks he's going crazy with the way his mind catches it, blending in with annie's scent. until he suddenly hears the unmistakable thump that ignites a sense of longing in his stomach. finds himself standing outside her door soon after, stops there. inhales deeply, eyes fluttering shut at the mere concentration of her scent, leaning his forehead against the door.
car sex... shoving you in the back seat taking full advantage of you in such a tight space filling the car with hot steam from our bodies... pinning your legs up by the headrests so I have more room to use your holes. shoving your head against the cold glass window so you can keep an eye out for us while I tear you up. leaving a seat belt mark on your neck from using it to choke you out. even just the smell of cum and sweat in my car after...
open to : f / m / nb. ( age gaps preferred but not truly necessary. anyway -- zach interns for his dads law firm. primary focused in divorce but could be anything for the plot! your muse invites zach over privately to discuss the case ( whether they’re a fellow lawyer or the client )... or something more? eyeemoji: )
ㅤhad spent the entire drive over trying not to overthink this. emphasis on trying ! because being invited to discuss one of his dad's cases without his dad present felt… unusual. the kind of unusual that had him running through a dozen different possibilities at every red light. maybe they didn't like his father. maybe they thought zach would be easier to talk to. maybe -- and this was his favorite theory -- they actually trusted him to handle something on his own for once. either way, his back straightens as knuckles collide with the door in front of him, and he forces a smile on his anxious features. "hey!" the greeting came out a touch more excited than he intended, causing his throat to clear as he shifts gears. "er, uh, sorry, i meant, helloo, mrs/mr…" a beat, he slips inside the inviting home, scratching the back of his neck with free hand. "uh, anyway. case files. i have them." other hand taps at the messenger bag attached to him. "but… i gotta admit, i'm a little curious." his grin turned sheepish, head turned over to glance at the other over his shoulder. "why wasn't my dad invited? not that i'm complaining. i've been trying to prove i can handle a case without him breathing down my neck. but… are you sure you don't want him here? he is.. uh, a real lawyer, anyway."
thinks its the uber eats driver when the doorbell rings --- the one he's been arguing with about where his townhouse is for the past ten minutes. it's the reason he is so casual when the door opens, joint pinched between the fingers of his right hand while the other works the handle. "fuck, hey, shit. thought you were the dinner guy. come in, c'mon... it's hot as fuck out there and i'on't want to let all the air out." gestures inside, a small stream of smoke following in his hands wake; eyes widen for a second as he realizes the gravity of smoking in front of your bosses son. in a state where it is not recreationally legal yet. as a lawyer. "ah, fuck..." falls without thought. "if your dad asks it's medicinal, i do got a script somewhere, heard me?" door is closed quickly after zach walks in. peeks out the window before taking a drag, leading them through towards his living room. smoke is held in his lungs for as long as he can until he's blowing it in the other direction. there's an ash tray on the coffee table that dio is quickly using to snub the embers and crosses the room to put it away. "sorry, uhm, yeah?" takes a second to catch up to the thirteen things going on in his head right now. "sit down, make yourself comfortable." gestures to the couch opposite to the one he sinks himself into, folding his legs underneath it. "your dad? oh-- i mean fuck a real lawyer, y'know?" says the real lawyer. laughs softly at himself, looking down to smile as he grabs his soda from the nightstand. "the coffee table will be our mission control, it's cleared off. you can put stuff there, don't have to hold it." gaze picks back up to look at the younger male, the intern. "your dad's gonna have to recuse himself from the case tomorrow, conflict of interest. he attends some social club or golf club or some borgeousie white people shit with the client's future ex-husband." waves his hand to indicate his disinterest in the specifics. "you, however, are not old enough to join said club, they do not do youth events that you could have gone to, and the guy posts pictures on facebook everytime he goes so while your dad has been in a few, they're all post you joining law school so i'm guessing your social appetite with your parents has been limited. however, if you are also deep in this illuminati shit, please tell me now. i have my profile of the husband and everything on the coffee table." references a manila folder on it labeled "CASE ####: " and what seems to be a system of 3 stars underneath.
each receiving roll of hips he gets from samantha spins his head. urges his thrusts faster, prods deeper in, using the cues he's learned so far to push her. he wants— no, needs her to cum. is almost desperate to watch her let go, to hear her at her peak. it feels like her cunt is sucking him in too, refusing to let him go far until he gets her there, which pleases him and gives him credence to laugh when she teases back. appreciates the way her voice drips with need though, and her hand pulling away from his cock does well to aid in him refocusing slightly. "i'm just worried for you," he hums, an almost mock concern in his voice, gaze trailing down to follows her hand briefly before returning to her face. is caught for a second on how sexy she looks too, biting down on her bottom lip — knows he needs to make sure no one else gets to see this. "but i'm happy for the help." grins as he feels her fingers against his, cock throbbing at the knowledge she's using his pre to help her, before he watches her face fall with pleasure. "no, no—" punctuates the words by notching his fingers in deep, massaging her where he knows she's been enjoying. "open your eyes, sammy. i want you to look at me." this time, his pace doesn't falter. where it was a pattern of discovery before, adny is fucking into her now with a harshness, fingers barely leaving her warmth as he taps and rubs where she's blooming. is determined, gaze dark with lust and warmth, licking his lips to try and ease the dryness in his throat. squeezes sam's hand, and then pins it next to her head. "i want to see you. let me see your eyes when you cum."
"worried for me?" comes out with a blissed out little smirk as she looks up at him with heavy lids. the mere concept of adny worrying about her, someone she does not think even deserves to be worried about... not when she has spent so much of her life over the past few years stewing in this negative cloud. but here he is, someone known for this aura of unadulterated authenticity, thinking it is at least reasonable enough to joke about? fuck. "you're... out of your mind." samanta lifts her head up, an action that takes nearly all her concentration, all so she can entrap his bottom lip between her own. a fleeting measure as it sinks back down against the carpet. eyes had barely fallen shut when he's cooing out a wish for her to come back to the present, massaging inside her with each request in a way that has a soft purr tumbling out from her mouth. her fingers run gently along her clit, first a gentle swipe against the bundle of nerves; one that proves to be far more effective than she was under the impression she was capable of in regards to her own pleasure. the pace adny starts is counter productive to his goal, makes the dark haired woman clench her eyes tighter for just a moment. until she’s used to it after a few seconds pass, after she gets the sensory stimulation of it all, after the pressure against her clit is a little harder and faster. sam just reopens them, gaze quick to find his as a dopy little smile creeps onto her face. her thighs are fluttering, back has remained arched in an attempt to meet his body— to increase their points of contact. with each thrust, each curl and massage of his digits that her walls are tensing and fluttering around, her breath is shaky. she is trying to hold herself together… maintain some composure, but failing. its displayed heavily in the way her upcoming word is pure whine—- strung out, high pitched, desperate. “a—adny.”
more. somehow that single word of confirmation fires him through, pushing him forwards, clearing the doubt in his mind. feels how her body reacts to the way he taps at her g spot and grins, taking steps to reach the same angle, same breadth. is momentarily distracted by how her tongue comes to meet his in curiosity, feels how much she wants it even in her lack of experience and allows it to unravel his worries . . . and then she curls her fingers to reach his hard cock and adny has to suck in a breath to balance himself. chuckles because he can hear the way she needs, even with the waver in her voice, and then also to her equivalence of this to their play fights when they were younger. not breakable. it helps though, alongside the throb of her pussy around his digit. but really it's the fearless way samantha swipes over the leaking slit of his cock that does him in. "fuck, sammy." kisses her hard again, all tongue and a flagrant lack of politeness. his hip ruts into her hand once, but only once, before he tests his ring finger around her leaky cunt and then presses it in to join his middle one — and jesus christ the feeling is heavenly. moans into her mouth, the way her walls almost murmur around his larger fingers to settle around them pleasing him to no end. "so tight around my fingers," adny hisses, smiling against her lips. he doesn't give her time to work back up to the pace before though. immediately jumps back into the quick pace, into the way her squelches fill the air, to massaging at her spot interchangeably. works a little harder now that's it's two fingers forearms flexing, of course, since she won't break, as she claims. the tease comes out without him thinking. "how are you supposed to take my cock?"
fuck sammy... god, that phrase alone makes her curl her toes. it has been a long time since she's allowed herself the room to imagine this occurring, and even then, she never imagined the other party being so... enthusiastically attracted to her. nothing near what adny is, with mind & body that fears nothing in the way it is both taking and receiving from her. or at least she perceives it that way, one could argue hesitence is a fear, but that is splitting hairs. that second time he kisses her, tongue entering her mouth, she pays no attention to his lips, purely his tongue, as she desperately wants her petals wrapped around the muscle. wants to suck. wants to be underneath him while salvia drips from off it. adny's rut into her hand spreads his precum further along her palm, and it makes her clit throb, whimper being made against his mouth. samanta's pulled from her ability to participate in the kiss with the entrance of a second finger... mouth slipping from him with a deep moan as her hips involuntarily roll forward not once or twice, but three times into the air; barely into what would have been empty storage. “how am i?” voice is low... being completely riddled with lust and coming out between breaths having changed her pitch... the hand against his length circles his head with fingertips once more to collect his precum once more before removing it completely. takes all her strength not to look at her hand, to see the way his fluids look on her self-painted nails. stays strong and gazes up to him as her hand starts drifting lower on her frame. “don’t tell me you, adny hart, rely on help that much.” bottom lip tugs between her teeth as she smirks. it's negated a bit by the unsteady breaths she makes and the way you can hear the sound of her wetness being displaced by the movement of his fingers.. “let me be your crew. help get you to that finish line.” blows him a kiss before that hand that was removed from his bottoms is suddenly running its pinky against the hand with fingers inside her cunt-- a quick motion to let him know it was there. then, fingers that are coated in his precum, find her clit. eyes flutter shut as her own digits start moving against it, slow but picking up pace & pressure as noises and hiccups of her waist begin.
i really cannot word how much i detest the application of real life morals in fiction because it makes people so stupid when interpreting character relationships
“why do authors write dubcon and noncon in their romance :///“
it is a narrative device. it is in service of the narrative. if the story is a romance, and the dubcon or noncon is not framed to be traumatizing to love interest, if the love interest acquiesces or forgives the characters, then we are meant to understand as an expression of desire that defies mores. we are meant to think of their desire is so intense its willing to cross those lines. the author is making commentary on the characters desire for their love interest
it is not real life. this framework is not applicable in real life. in real life such things are traumatizing and you shouldn’t pursue a relationship with someone like that Ever.
but it is not real life. this is A Story. and the story is trying to demonstrate or express something about desire and attraction. it is using taboo themes and violation of boundaries to emphasize and highlight a characters expression of desire by pushing beyond limits
it’s okay if you don’t like it, and it’s okay if you can’t suspend your disbelief about it. its okay if you find an example of this In Poor Taste.
but it is, generally speaking, a useful and plausible way to touch on these themes. to be desired so much you are taken in a manner that is forceful is common sexual fantasy, but that aside there Can indeed be meaning meaning and purpose including it in a work aside from perverse reasons
because it is not real life it Fake Story Make Believe time. and it is fiction so you can push these boundaries. thank you for your time
seeing her physically relax a little encourages him. that, mixed with the way her body jerks and rolls into his touch makes him bolder in searching her body, in his goal of giving her pleasure. watches in amusement as she licks her lips again the moment he draws away, as if she's trying to taste his lips again, which only gives him even lewder ideas. it's confirmed when sam asks for more of him, her hand gliding down to reach under the waistband of his jeans, and he has to let out a shuddered chuckle to release some tension lest he loses himself too quickly. "more of me?" adny repeats, amused by her need, wants to tease her some more, but then she's moaning a sound that literally makes his cock twitch and he can't help but moan along with her. doesn't waste any more time either as he starts to pump his finger inside her, in and out, tucking it experimentally to find that ridged spot. she feels so fucking good, adny can't stand it. kisses her again, this time sliding his tongue between her lips, making a furtive move to explore some of her mouth, to slip against her's. "this enough, sammy?" he asks in a mutter, barely having pulled his tongue back in. can just about hear the wet sounds of his finger inside her, his pace now quick and constant. "feels good?"
there is a look that adny keeps giving her that sets her on fire --- one of a man lost between reason & lust. as if there was some mental morality worksheet he was checking off, and samanta's insatiable desire was causing hiccups in the long, drawn-out process of dancing their way to the pinnacle together. far be it from her mind right now, though, the escape looking like a liminal space, having nothing but the pleasure he is causing throughout her being on it. "more." it's confirmed with quick shakes of her head. ones that are a little too jerky & fast to be casual; granted it's hard to be casual when you're being fingered. there is a warm and hot tension in her abdomen that radiates upward. causes her head to fall back on the floor and her to look at him through thick lashes. she gets some of her wish as he begins to work his hand against her... the first time he's curled against her wall samanta's hand squeezes his firmly before her back arches up into him. is grateful when the kiss is brought to her, unable to even try to close her lips as little sounds and noises slip out from their parted position. fuck, his tongue is exactly what the raven-haired woman has been looking for. sam's own is quick to find his, to run against it, explore it... if she had been searching for a taste of him after each kiss thus far, this was her jackpot. groans into their embrace. he asks that probing question, that wonder if she's seeking more or satiated for the time being. perhaps if she were anyone else, she would let out a little sound of agreement, start to lose herself in the feeling, and not need more until pleasure built up more. but that's not who she was, and perhaps adny just needed a reminder of that. samanta gonzaga has ALWAYS been someone who wants sensory overwhelm... needs that overwhelm of input to lose herself in something enjoyable. the hand tucked underneath the waistband of his pants and underwear inches forward until delicate fingers dance over his cock. eyes look up at him, pleas written within their iris, "more. you." a pause, momentarily distracted while her lips brush against his. "virgin & breakable are not synonymous. we had enough dalliances in rush hour traffic for you to know that." eyes flutter shut as a curl of his finger against her wall has her pulsating against the digit. "though if something was to finally break me... i wouldn't mind this being it." thumb runs a lazy swirl from the edge of his cock's head to the slip.
they haven't gotten to see each other in far too long... what with hansol finally getting adopted & cooper still remaining at the boutique. that means that when they're together, they absolutely devour every second of it. it's break time on set, and the two are sitting in the grass a la picnic style. cooper's more entranced with hansol however, evident in the way he's sat himself in between their leisurely parted legs. cooper's legs are draped over their thighs as his pelvis rests dangerously close to the other's. "sol---!" it's whined by the pup who has fully forgotten about food. his nose pressed up against their throat, inhaling deeply. "your taking to long to eat... it's already been five minutes." cut to the virtually untouched plate of cooper's food. (@gotwcird)
samantha's so pretty like this. flushed pink all over, nodding, whining for him, and absolutely giving into the moment between them — already embodying what they'd repeated before. his good girl, already agreeing to the whirlwind where his mind goes when he's in this state. it's why he doesn't even hesitate when she requests his hand. immediately nods, humming softly, before his free hand takes the one that reaches for his arm. "of course, sammy." interlaces their fingers before pressing them down to the side of her shoulder, just so he has some balance and leverage to work with. notices her bashfulness, which just motivates him further. "so good, knowing how to ask," he murmurs, kissing once, twice, at her pulse, and then ducks back up to peck her lips. his other hand, all this while, has been slowly working into her clit. circles gently, then rubs in a little hard, testing out patterns against the peaked bud, using all the wetness that's been pooled at her pussy and gauging which parts she likes the most. places his lips at the corner of her lips before sliding in for another kiss that's deep and wanton, almost as if to soothe her. "does that feel good?" adny asks, words spoken hot against her mouth, fingers speeding up a little, still experimenting, making sure he's doing right by her. he can't really help himself though, because once he's sure she's a little more relaxed, he's pushing aside the damp fabric of her underwear and testing a digit into her cunt. slowly slides it in, her hot, burning walls making him moan louder than he has this whole time. "does this?"
nothing that adny is doing right now feels like anything samanta has ever done before. sure, that may feel like an obvious statement given her complete inexperience in being the receiver of any sort of sexual touch… but touching herself? she doesn't do it often, but the feeling of her own fingertips tracing along her clit never felt anywhere near the way his do. for her, it was a slight destresser but never something she did often; and rarely ever to completion. adny's working his touch against her in such a way that has her pelvis just barely jerking to and fro against him, millimeters of movement, wanting desperately for more friction but lacking the boldness to be overt. squeezes his hand the moment their fingers are intertwined, and you can see a wave of relaxation rise along her features. for a woman who has been so desperate to erase him from her life, all sam wants to do right now is be close to him in every way. is grateful for the feeling of his lips against hers once more, even if it is just for a quick moment. for she can at least taste him off her petals in adny's abscence as tongue runs against them as she gazes down at him with lust. "yes, please." pauses only as a moan seperates her words. "can i have more of you? any of you… i--i just want more." in a synchronized movement the hand on his side wanders farther down this time before tucking underneath the waisband of his pants, purposeful in slipping underneath his underwear at the same time. doesn't go any farther, can't, because then he's got a digit inside her, and the most illicit moan she thinks she's ever let out floats from her lips out into the air. grip on his hand squeezes, tight at first, then loses ever so slightly. "adny, fuck." pushes her hip forward to match the movements of one thrust, and his name is repeated, this time desperate and pleading.
sam's rolling back against him and he feels like he's burning. blood rushing downwards, savouring every little whimper and keen that she offers him, leaving a husk of rationality in lieu of arousal. swears he'll pull out more from her, to make her louder, just for his enjoyment. it's right there too, when she reacts to his praise — adny can't help the smirk that comes out when she whines into his mouth, tastes the sweet victory of her response. "my good girl." it feels good, saying it, knowing it. murmurs the words hot against the salt of her neck, "you already are." kisses then licks along the new expanse of skin she's giving him, undeterred in his actions. he wants to consume her almost, to lay his mark onto her skin. the rolling of his hips jumps into a rough rutting when she swears, hearing the need drip in her voice. take what you want. and christ, will he. doesn't fight against her tilting his head up to look at her, but doesn't move any other way either; only one of his hands slide down her hip though, toying at the edge of her shorts. adny can't help but smile too at her sweet questions, and shakes his head. "don't worry about me, sammy. stay here." uses the moment for his fingers to slip under her waist band, palm sliding lower down her stomach. there's a surprising lack of hesitation in his movements too, eyes keenly tracking her expression. "i'll take you where i want." and if that's ok the floor of her bedroom, then so be it. the moment his fingers right at the start of her slit though, he immediately notices that she's swollen open already. "oh my god." adny grins, mouth opening in amazement. tests digits at her cunt, feeling the sheer amount of arousal pooled up against her underwear and chuckles. "you're drenched." drags it up, so he can start circling slowly at sam's clit.
it was one thing for her to say it, the same weight of a wish made on an airplane mistaken for a shooting star. but for adny to confirm it? sent her to another realm... one where the only message she could relay back to earth was one of pretty little nods and a drawn-out whine. he's about to end her, samanta is sure of it, if not from the kisses along her pulse, then from the sudden shift of the pace from his hips down against her. ruts himself down against her core in away that makes her throb, tugs on her clothing so that she is reminded of how wet he's made her. fucking hell. tugs at her heartstrings the way his smile flashes at her, and she leans up to peck a kiss on his lips once more. "wherever you want." breathing gets heavier as his touch goes south, and she falls back against the floor once more. there's an anxiety bubbling within her as adny progresses to a more intimate level. it doesn't negate how much her body desires it, how much she wants him to continue, but reflects the new horizon this nears. "adny," breath is unsteady while she speaks. the hand that led his chin to look up at her reaches out to rest along his arm not between her legs. "can you, can... you hold my hand?" feels bashful all of a sudden, slightly, embarrassed. hand on his side curls up to his back as trimmed nails softly run along it. the moment his digits probe through her underwear, however, that soft touch changes for a moment as it tenses into a grip against his skin. whimpers spill from her near instantly as he works against her. words cause a blush to travel up her neck and gaze up at him, a look of need within her.
soft pretty mouths deserve to have my fingers in them. let me feel your teeth, your tongue, hear those tiny gasps and moans. drooly puppies are rewarded with my fingers pushing into their throat
the arm that loops around his neck just pulls him in deeper, makes him lower himself, carefully pressing his chest to her's. ( her softness makes him fucking insane. ) it's difficult to collect his thoughts in the moment, but it's not lost on him how much she's given herself over to him, how much she seems to trust him. it makes him ache, as much as it does burn. hadn't ever imagined this, but feels like it's almost meant to be. call it beautiful irony. samantha whimpers in response to the kiss, and it encourages him to give a little more, to roll his hips down, to let her feel how hard he's gotten. adny can barely let himself enjoy the hands on his bare skin because she's listening, saying exactly what he wants her to and the moan slips out before he realises it's even there. feels her tongue slip against his lip and almost catches it in his mouth to suck. but he doesn't. has enough decorum to wait, to build. which is why when sam says it, asks so nicely, he smiles. who is he not to give? "you sound so sweet, sam," he cooes, almost proud in his words, "fuck, such a good girl." doesn't even think about the praise, just wants to give it. which is why his hands move as he keeps kissin, mirroring her actions and slipping his hands under her shirt. he grips at her soft hips, almost harsh in the strength, pinning her down to the ground. feels that familiar, domineering part of himself take over, but he's almost sure she'd be glad for it. "can't have that. you're it." adny moves his mouth away from her's finally, but only to start peppering kisses down her chin, into the column of her throat. his hips keep moving, pressing his thigh solid against her, swears he can almost feel the growing warmth there. "i want to taste you. will you let me do that? or do you just want me to take?"
every single time sam thinks she has gotten her mind wrapped around a sensation, he presents her with something new and equally, if not more, overstimulating. the feeling of his hips rolling down against her short-circuits her brain--- lips stop moving in the kiss for a moment, frozen in the full-body reaction that captivates her. her arm pulls him down closer, if that is even possible. not even able to finish the moan that is expelled into the kiss before sam's using the leverage of her leg against his hip to copy adny, wanting more as she rolls herself against him. it feels like everything he's doing was an action specifically designed to bring pleasure to her body... soft sounds of unsteady breaths, hitches, and the occasional whimper becoming a near constant for the woman. it is interrupted, however, when the praise is spoken so saccharinely against her lips. always had an inkling praise would be something special to her, were she ever to be in this sort of situation, given it was never going to happen until about 15 minutes ago, but fuck does it feel better than she thought it would. tears a whine from her body like she might die should she not get it out. it's made right into the kiss, mouth opening wider into the embrace. between those pet names, his hips, and the firm grasp of his touch against her skin, samanata is putty. goes on a limb for her next statement, but has a feeling it might land well. "make me your good girl." barely gets the words out before his lips are wandering farther, and if he hadn't already done what her words teased, he had now. tilts her head back and to the side to give him new room, more space to explore her body. he wants to taste her. the mere idea lights every inch of her body on fire and makes her core pulse; head nods before words can find their way from her mouth. "adny, fuck." comes out breathless, but at least it comes out. hand falls from his neck to find his face for a moment, delicately tilting his chin up to look at her. "take what you want." tongue runs across her lips as she looks at him. "want me to move? edge of the bed? don't, don't want you to get cramped." voice returns to something soft, sweet, slightly nervous as she suggests a change from their current situation. worries she may have ruined the mood.
adny's eyebrows raise slightly when she pecks his lips and almost tells him off. he shouldn't be surprised by her forward manner, but he can't help it. hears that unmistakable lust in samantha's voice — how and how sure she sounds — and has to let out a groan that echoes the molten need that rushes through him in that moment. barely allows her to settle her leg over his thigh before he's rolling them over so she's on her back, finally unweaving their hands so he can press his palms beside her head. the kiss he plants on her this time is wanton. open-mouthed and greedy, letting his own desires shine through. lets his tongue slip and line up against her bottom lip, even if a smile is peeking through. he speaks, but directly against her mouth, feels a battering of need that makes him push slightly. "you want to be fucked, hm?" his thigh fits snug between hers, and he presses it down, adding pressure slowly with each second. kisses her again, urging her mouth open, just slightly, just enough to let her open up for him. "say it again."
there is no world outside the two of their bodies right now; the entire universe starts with adny and ends with samanta. it mirrors a childlike vision that she so many times fell into --- heightened emotions giving tunnel vision, locking down on the first person that was able to get through to her... and more often than not? it was adny. so, consider right now a mature version of that, swapping a few contexts and situational details, but keeping the same core players. the woman is on her back before she can even think to process what is happening, yet no surprise or shock or any fear-based emotion crosses the gaze that is locked onto him. simply continues to look at him with that same need as one arm loops up to his neck. this kiss? samanta's not afraid. or, perhaps it's better to say that she's less afraid, as their lips meet. it helps that adny brings a fervor to the table in this kiss that has her petals parting in a whimper near instantaneously. feels the heat in the lower portion of her body throb at the way his voice is low as he speaks into her mouth. only for it to deepen when his thigh's presence between her legs thickens, her breath hitching. craves more of everything he is giving her, gone are her fears of looking desperate as the hand not around his neck finds place in his chest for a moment before dancing dowards long his shirt. toys with the edge for just a moment before following it up to his side and tucking under, digits spreading against his bare skin. eyes are quick to open at his command, adjusting to his closeness, a sea of submission & lust washing over them. "i want you to fuck me." at the way her open mouth works against his with every word, her newfound habit feels like it makes sense, tongue coming out to brush against his bottom lip for a quick second. gaze flickering at her actions before back at him. "please." sam's leg, the one she had just barely laid over his thigh when they moved positions, moves from its lazy position between his to hook up higher, wrapping around his waist. "i want to feel... your hands on me." she pauses, a cross between a soft laugh and a whine coming from her chest. "with a grip like if you do it any softer, i might be able to get away and tag you back."
she looks like she's glowing like this. the nearly high noon sun shining bright, giving her the clearest view of her he's had — especially since they're now so close, facing each other on the floor. it's enough that he doesn't complain when sam burrows into the nook of his neck, just happy she feels safe enough to do so, to inch closer with each moment. "christ, sam, yes." adny groans, not even able to imagine her in it yet because the confirmation that she wants it too is making his brain muddle and blur with desire. "yes, please. wear it for me." he can't even add anything else to it either, brought to a simpleton as her lips find home in the warmth of his skin. squeezes her hand in his, their still interlocked fingers between their bodies, and then shudders out a breath because she kisses him again. hears the quiet smack of her lips against his skin and has to groan because his body feels like it's about to burst and the only thing that can save him is samantha. it's why he only lets the heady silence linger for only a second before he's ducking in and kissing her again. it's a lot less gentle this time, almost unkind in how he presses their lips together, coaxes her open. he feels uncaged at this point. unlaces their hands so he can cup her face, tugging her in towards him. wants to go deeper, to roll them over and part her thighs with his knee, to watch her crumble beneath him; but he knows he needs to be patient. it's why he draws away eventually, just enough so he can speak. "tell me, sam. tell me if it's too much." dark eyes meet hers, genuine concern enough to help him control his need to take her instantly. "okay?"
the sound of his groan, that yes, the plea for her to follow through with his word... makes her breath turn shakily. "adny." leans back towards him to place a peck against his lips, once she pulls back her tongue is running along her lips once more. hasn't realized she's forming a bit of a tick when it comes ot kissing him. "don't keep pulling back-- you're the chaser, remember?" there's a heaviness, a lust in her voice, and yet she manages to smile gently at him. squeezes his hand in quick succession, a 1-2-3 pulse. "i want you to fuck me." not a single thing she has said thus far, since she came downstairs this morning, has been said with such gusto, confidence. samanta hikes her leg farther up his and settles it so it hooks over his thigh. it's a movement that makes her realize just how turned on she's become, and the blush she'd just rid herself of has returned, much softer but still highlighting her features softly.
