. ˖ 𑣲 little drabble i wrote last night!
contains: porn with no plot, p in v, overstim, making out w tongue, praise kink, fem!reader but no feminine pronouns are used, lots of pet names, one curse word, a lana del rey reference somewhere
“c’mon, baby, give me one more.” one of his hands rubs lazy circles across your clit while the other taps the side of your head. your weak protests of “no, no, i can’t,” are cut off by a firm, “yes, you can, baby. come on, love, you know you can.” he leans down so that his face is right above your own, your noses bumping together.
it’s all too much, so much so that you start crying softly, warm tears rolling down your face as your sobs fill the room.
“hey— hey, look at me, sweetheart, look at me,” his hands gently cup your face, thumbs brushing away the tears from your cheeks. your eyes slowly flutter open to meet his, “remember your safe word, love?” you nod. “do you want to use it?” you shake your head. a soft smile pulls at the corners of his lips before he leans down and presses them against your own.
he rolls his hips to meet your own, gently, drawing a soft moan from your lips, into his mouth. when he starts to thrust his hips faster, he slips his tongue into your mouth, letting you suck on it to muffle your pretty little moans.
your muscles start to tense and your own hand moves between both your bodies, searching for your sensitive nub and softly stroking it with two fingers once it finds it. “there we go. atta girl.” he chuckles against your lips before pulling back to look down at you.
you’re close, and he knows it too because of the way you clench down on his cock every time he pushes his hips forward and bottoms out. your head falls back against the soft pillows resting at the headboard that slams against the wall as his pace starts to increase, and you squeeze your eyes shut, your lips parting. his hands are on your hips, his name is on your lips, over and over again, like your only prayer.
“such a pretty little baby,” he mutters softly, almost as if he’s talking to himself, “taking it so well.”
“mm, pleasepleaseplease, i need it, i need it, i need you—” you gasp and whimper, your fingers rubbing against your clit in a faster tempo. you can hardly make out the sweet praises that he’s cooing at you, too focused on getting that sweet, sweet release.
you blink your eyes open to meet his own, just for them to roll back into your head as you feel that especially familiar, pleasant feeling in your lower stomach start to grow. it’s so close, you can practically taste it.
and then, with the final push of him telling you to cum for him, you let go, a sharp whine escaping your throat as your back arches off of the bed making your chest meet his own.
“so much for ‘no, no, i can’t’,” he lets out a breathy laugh as his mocking getting him a little death glare from you.
“you’re fuckin’ gorgeous, baby.” his tone drops from a mocking one to one filled with obvious lust. “one more, sweetheart, just give me one more.”