shy reader who masturbated to the hot thoughts of klaus and felt guilty but he comforted her through that like asked questions of how many times has she thought of it, does she think of his fingers in her etc and helps her have her first real life experience with him because that is every girls dream đ«Ł
Youâre mine now
-Part 2
i was lead on my back, my head rested against my pillows, my legs bent at the knee and open as i slowly touched my clit, i let my fingers rub lightly through my wetness before doing faster little circles on top my button and a little mewl slipped passed my lips. I closed my eyes and my mind began to wonder
the thought of Klausâs hands replacing my own had my fingers moving faster and one dipping inside of me making my back arch and my breathing to increase. i imagined the way his middle and index would curl into my spot and have me moaning his name, which i did despite his absence.
i chewed on my bottom lip as i brought my other hand down to give my clit proper attention while my finger inside me became two and i whimpered thinking of Klausâs hot tongue flicking my sensitive little sphere.
it was then i heard a door slam and fast footsteps. i panicked and quickly made sure the duvet was covering me, my hands left my body and gripped the covers trying to make it seem like i had woken from a nap. My door swung open and he walked in
âyou would not believe those bloody witches- oh are you sick sweetheart?â i could feel the blush crawling up my neck and i buried further into the quilt. i shook my head and curled into a tight ball hoping that he wouldnât spot my clothes on the floor by his feet, my heartbeat was moving a million miles a minute as i desperately tried not to glance at the disregarded underwear. His brows furrowed as he looked to where i was avoiding, his expression instantly changed to surprised and then amused making me embarrassed and sink further into the mattress
âi seeâŠhaving some alone time are we love?â i refused to look anywhere near him
âyou know itâs odd because i thought i heard you say my name when i got back, thought you wanted to see meâŠdid you say my name lovely?â my skin was on fire and i felt my eyes grow watery
âiâm sorryâ i whispered hoarsely my knees now pressed against my chest in an attempt to feel more covered
âwoa, hey, no no donât you be sorry, y/n, love, i was kidding, everyone does this itâs okay, you want me to go?â i hesitantly glanced back at him go see he was crouched so he was eye level, i swallowed thickly when i felt my clit pulse of his scent so close. I unconsciously shifted a little closer to him so i could feel the warmth radiating off of him. His eyes darkened as he looked at the outline of my body under the blankets
âperhaps i should stayâ he whispered and reached a hand out to touch my cheek
âs..stay?â i questioned growing even more nervous, he nodded and leaned even closer to kiss the corner of my mouth, i could feel his breath mix with mine as he studied my face
âcan i see you?â he asked as his fingers ran down my face and got a grip on the duvet ready to pull it down
âjust a little bitâ i uttered becoming a darker shade of pink. My body automatically tensed when he pulled the covers down to my hips, my knees were still against my chest so he couldnât see my breasts. He pouted a little and tapped my knee
âjust a glimpse sweetheartâ he mumbled and i slowly pulled my legs down so he could see me better, he let a little groan out and trailed his fingertips to my nipples and circled them. I rolled onto my back and was more centre bed, he kicked his shoes off and got onto the mattress with me, he licked both his thumbs and index fingers before using them to roll my peaking nipples, his eyes stayed on mine as i kept my mouth welded shut so i wouldnât embarrass myself in-front of him, my brows were pulled together and i bit my cheek when one hand moved south, he slowly pulled the duvet off to the side and breathed in deeply when he saw my thighs squeezed together
âoh love, if anyoneâs to be embarrassed itâs me for not ravishing you soonerâ he then placed both hands on my thighs and gently pushed them open so i could still stop him if i wanted to
âlook how beautiful you areâŠâ he was whispering and his eyes were trained on my heat as he brought his hand closer and his thumb barely skimmed my bundle of nerves but it still had me arching my back a little, i was still sensitive from touching myself just before so the lightest touch still sparked something inside me
he reached out and grabbed my hands and pulled them in between my legs
âshow me sweetheartâ i could feel my face heating up again and my heart racing as i hesitantly dipped two of my fingers into my dampness and then circled my clit
ârelax y/n, youâre tenseâ i nodded and tried to calm my body. i gradually build up my pace until i was moving much faster on my nub, i then used my other hand to have two fingers inside of me, i could just reach my favourite spot when i curled them and i moaned out as i continued to hit into the sensational point within me. My eyes were shut tight and iâd sorta forgotten Klaus was actually there as i felt the overpowering burn aching to be let go and my fingertips hit the right area once twice, three more times before i came around my own fingers and the ones on my clit eventually came to a stop.
I closed my legs and let my body lay limp for a moment before i felt the bed move and i remembered who i was with. I quickly opened my eyes and sat up
âthat was definitely something to keep in my mind forever love but i must say i felt left outâŠyou didnât say my name againâ he pouted and gave my throat a little kiss and a nip. He then lifted me slightly so he was sat with me between his legs, he was leaning back against the headboard and pulled my back to his chest. His hands moved down and opened my legs again, his thumbs caressed my inner thighs as he smelled my hair
âdo you picture someone elseâs fingers inside of you instead of your tiny ones?â he questioned slowly inching closer to where i needed him. I nodded and spread my legs as far i could
âpleaseâ i whimpered my hands squeezing the sheets beneath us in anticipation
âwhose hands?â
âyour hands!â i huffed and i felt his lips press a kiss into my neck as his fingertips moved my wetness around making sure i was still stimulated enough, he then brought his middle finger just above my puffy clit and dragged it side to side, i groaned a little and pushed back against him
âwhat do you imagine love?â
i thought about it for a moment before carefully grabbing his wrists, i got his fingers soaked before pressing his hand against my sensitive clit once again while his others stroked my entrance, i bit the inside of my cheek again as he gently pinched my button before rubbing rhythmically
âhow many do you want inside?â he mumbled with his face now in my neck
âjust one for nowâŠtheyâre bigger than mineâ i swallowed nervously, he nodded and began gently sucking my neck as a finger sunk into me, i gasped as he went knuckle deep and curled it perfectly on the first try. My hips ground against his hands as he pumped his middle finger in and out slowly, still playing with my most sensitive part. His index joined his other one inside me and i felt myself stretch a little around them, i whimpered the first few times he moved them together but once adjusted it just got better. My head was thrown back while he sucked harsher to create marks down my throat
âis this what you think of love?â i nodded weakly as the tension started building up
âwords sweetheart, how often?â i tried to think but my mind was clouded with him. His scent. His warmth. His mouth. His voice. His hands.
âoftenâ i moaned when he lightly slapped my clit as i took too long to answer
âonce a week?â he hummed, his pace becoming faster and then direction he moved on my clit changed making my back arch as much as i could and my hands gripped his arms
âmore than thatâ i choked and my legs began to shake as i held my orgasm in
âevery day?â he whispered behind my ear before sucking the spot
âsome..sometimes yeahâ he let out a low rumble and added another finger making me cry out and dig my nails into his forearms, my walls squeezed his fingers as they continued to dive much deeper than i could ever reach, brushing so many spots inside me i didnât know how to respond.
âso fucking pretty like this love, gonna cum on my hand love?â i tightened more than i ever had around him as the tension broke and i gushed over his fingers, i let out panted moans and my body continued to rock against him. He slowly pulled his fingers out and brought them to his lips and sucking off the remains of my orgasm, i watched with my pupils blown and my mouth propped open. He groaned at the taste and wiped his fingers on his shirt before grabbing my face and kissing me forcefully, his tongue was instantly inside and i swallowed around it as he dominated my mouth. I turned over my body so i was straddling him while he kissed me, my hands gripped his henley and i whined against his lips as he pulled away and breathed deeply
âyou will never need to touch yourself again do you understand? you come to meâ i moaned quietly at his words and relaxed in his hold
âwhat if youâre busy?â i mumbled snuggling into his body heat as he led down with me on-top him and the covers pulled back up over us
âiâll stop being busyâ he replied simply and stroked my hair
âyouâre mine nowâ he whispered but i couldnât reply as i felt my eyes droop and my mind shut off into sleep
So I read the hand fic with Elijah. And my mind immediately went to Klausâ hands. Like. This man is an artist.
SoâŠI am requesting him using his hands to make art on her literary. She is naked and he is teasing her with paint. But without brushes - just hands and fingers all over. Until itâs not only hands anymore. :)
Colours- Klaus Mikaelson x f!reader
My Masterlist
2.3k words: You watch Klaus paint and he decides to creat another masterpiece...
Warnings: smut, slight choking (literally in one sentence), inapropriate use of paint, destruction of a velvet chair, hand kink, paint kink (if that exists)
A/N: Thank you for this beautiful idea Anon it was so much fun writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it. Also I changed the beginning a little because you said no use of brushes but I couldn't let this opportunity pass âĄ
You smile as you watch the brush glide over the canvas. You were sitting cross-leged in a chair in Klaus' office watching him create art in front of you. A glass of wine was in your hand and you couldn't tear your eyes of your boyfriend. You had tried to read but it was impossible when Klaus Mikaelson was literally next to you. He was drawing some woods you had never seen before and you were able to make out shadows of wolves running through them. You knew that this gift was meant for his daughter Hope and you enjooy watching the hands that had drawn so much blood and taken so many lives create something magic. Whatever that says about your mental health.
"You are starring," he mumbled and you chuckled.
"I just enjoy watching you paint a lot."
Klaus smirked and put the finished canva away and pulled out a sheet from his desk. Your breath hitches as you opened it. On it were you and Klaus entagled into each other. And neither of you was wearing anything.
Klaus smirked, "The trick is to draw what you like and not what you have to."
You laughed, "And you want to have me naked I assume?"
He grinned, "I would never say no to that. But what I mean is that you alays have to take pleasure in painting. For example...," he stepped a little closer tracing your colarbone, "I could draw you like I just did...or I could draw on you."
"What are you talking about?," you whispered your head spinning a little.
"Take of your clothes for me, will you baby?," he whispered.
You nod and now here you are naked, your knees pressed together and your arms crossed over your chest in an instinctive attempt to shield yourself. But Klaus is already standing in front of you, palette in one hand, a fine brush in the other. And you know thate thereâs no hiding from him.
"Arms down," he said his voice soft as always. He would stop if you wanted him to, you know it but you didn't want him to. You are just nervous what's about to come.
You lower your arms trembling just a little.
His eyes darken with a small smirk, âThatâs my girl.â
The first touch of the brush is featherlight. A streak of deep blue across your collarbone, followed by a slow trail of green curving along your shoulder.
You sucked in a breath, your skin not the only thing tingeling
Klaus smirked a litt. âTicklish?â
âNo,â you lied. Your voice came out thinner than you have meant.
He chuckles low in his throat, painting down the dip of your neck with maddening precision. âLiar.â
Another stroke. This one longer. Across your chest avoiding your nipple on purpose. The bristles drag a line of shimmering bronze over your ribs, a whisper of sensation that makes your thighs clench involuntarily.
He noticed. Of course he does.
"Youâre very obedient tonight," he murmured, switching brushes without warning. "Makes me wonder how far I can push you."
His next stroke is bolder. A swirl of red just under your breast, and this time, he doesnât avoid anything. The brush flicks over your nipple, slow and deliberate.
You gasped, back arching slightly.
âKlaus-â
A soft kiss silenced you. Right above your heart. His lips warm, reverent, smeared with a faint touch of violet.
He doesnât say anything. He doesnât have to. Not when his hands are so sure, so patient. Not when his gaze stays locked on you like youâre something holy.
The next color is gold. He paints a line from your hipbone to the top of your thigh, dragging the brush in slow, deliberate curves. He kneels in front of you, face close, but never touching. Youâre breathing faster now.
âKlaus,â you whispered, barely audible.
He looked up at you, lashes dark and low, lips stained like sin.
âYes, sweetheart?â
You blink down at him, voice trembling. âThis isnât just art.â
A smile spreads across his mouth.
âNo,â he agreed, dragging the brush one final time across your inner thigh, âthis is foreplay.â
And then he leans forward, kisses you in between your legs making your hips jump and your mouth whimper
But he doesn't touch you there yet. Instead, he stood. Tilts your chin up with paint-stained fingers.
âYouâll sit there for me, wonât you? Just a little longer,â he says softly, âand let me finish what I started.â
You nod. Because what else could you do?
You're already trembling for him, painted like a canva and aching for something more. Anything more.
Klaus watches your breath hitch as he dips his fingers into the colour palette , warm and wet and wicked.
Then he reaches for you.
He starts at your waist, dragging streaks of red up your sides, pressing, while mapping out every curve like heâs memorizing it. His touch is firmer now, his fingertips spreading paint over your hips, your stomach, your thighs.
You bite your lip, holding back a sound when his hands settle at your waist and he leans forward to kiss just under your navel.
âI could do this all night,â he murmurs, paint glistening on his fingertips, âbut Iâm not sure you could.â
You exhale shakily. âTry me.â
That earns you a dark chuckle. âFeisty little muse.â
His hands return to your thighs, thumbs pressing color into your skin, up and up until you're gasping again.
âYouâre shaking,â he notes, almost amused. His fingers slide along the edges of your thighs, spreading you just slightly. Not touching, no but everything in you is burning.
And then finally he slides one hand between your legs. Paint-stained fingers ghosting over the place you need him most.
You cry out softly, hips rising instinctively.
Klaus groans, low and rough. âLook at you,â he whispers. âSo fucking beautiful. I donât think Iâll ever paint anything else again.â
He leans forward and kisses you again, finally on your mouth, before slowly kissing down your colour stained skin. Every kiss is worship. Every stroke of his fingers sends chaos spiraling through your bloodstream. And just when you think you canât take any more... he pulls back. Just enough to whisper against your trembling skin:
âNow⊠are you ready to let me ruin my masterpiece?
You donât get a chance to answer.
Because Klaus is already moving, his veiny hands slick with paint, mouth tracing every curve he missed before. His fingers stroke between your legs, gentle at first, almost reverent. He groans at the way your body responds, the mess of colors smearing between your thighs, the soft moans slipping from your lips and he chuckled at the sound.
He doesnât need brushes anymore. Heâs using you to mix the paint.
His hand cups your breast, smearing gold across it with a possessive kind of tenderness. His other hand is still working between your legs with a slow and steady rhythm like a man who know exactly what he is doing to you. He kisses your neck sucking deeply creating a hickey on it.
âYouâre doing so well for me,â he whispers, voice wrecked. âI want to feel you come apart with nothing but color between us.â
Your hands grip the chair, knuckles white. Your thighs tremble. Your head falls back.
And thatâs when it hits you.
The chair.
âOh my god,â you gasp suddenly, âKlaus...wait- the paint...the chair, it will stainâ
He pauses.
Just slightly.
Looks up at you with the most incredulous grin youâve ever seen on that devilish face.
âYouâre seriously thinking about the furniture right now?â he laughs, breathless and stunned and almost amused. âDarling, Iâm literally using your body as a color palette.â
You flush, gasping as he sped up his fingers inside you curling them, âI just like...itâs velvet!â
Klaus chuckles darkly, eyes gleaming with mischief. âIâll buy another one.â
And then he dips his head between your legs without another word, replacing his palm with his mouth. Your body arches. Your cry echoes off the studio walls.
And suddenly, thereâs no room left for coherent thought. His mouth moves in rhythm with his fingers, working you open, and the colors on your skin feel like theyâre burning into your bloodstream. He sucks your clit between his teeth before whispering, "Let go. Come on my fingers in this ridiculous expensive velvet chair."
You fall apart for him loudly, while thanking whoever might have created the universe that Klaus' walls are soundproof.
And when you come down from your orgasm, heâs still kneeling between your legs, licking the paint from his fingers like he just tasted something divine.
âYou made quite the mess,â he hums.
âYou started it,â you breathe.
He smirks, rising to his feet and lifting you effortlessly into his arms, uncaring of the stains on his shirt or the paint now coating the poor chair.
âThen I suppose Iâll be the one to clean it up,â he says, carrying you across the room. âBut firstâŠâ
He lays you down on a clean canvacloth that was always spread across the floor.
ââŠletâs make one more masterpiece.â
Your skin is flushed and stained, your body humming from what he just did to you. But Klaus? Heâs just getting started.
He kneels beside you, dark eyes roaming over every inch of painted flesh. And then, he reaches for the buttons of his shirt.
One.
Two.
Three.
You watch him undress like heâs stripping away the last layer of control. His shirt falls to the floor. Then the rest leaving him gloriously bare and already hard for you. You whimper and immediately reach for him, wanting to touch his chest, his cock, his face, just everything.
He crawls over you, the muscles of his stomach flexing as he leans down and kisses you. You touch his body leaving the first stains off paint on him.
The kiss is messy and hot. His tongue slides into your mouth sliding across yours while his right hand cup ed your jaw as his body presses down, sliding against yours, the slick of the paint smearing where skin touches skin.
You gasp into his mouth when you feel his cock brush against your thigh, thick and ready.
âKlaus-â
He silences you with another kiss, this time a little softer but the message was clear: Let me do the work. His hips grind against yours over and over until you are whimpering, turning him around, so you were sitting on his lap. You knew you were only able to turn this man because he let you. And somehow that turned you on even more.
You scratched your nails over his chest, the wounds healing immediately but now a little blood was mixed with the color and you groaned sucking hickeys into his chest that would probably vanish in seconds again.
The canva cloth beneath you moves with every shift, paint from your bodies beginning to transfer in smudges and prints. Art being made in the most primal way possible.
You sink down on Klaus' cock slowly groaning into his neck scratching him while you kept riding him. The way he stretched you out made you whimper and your hand wrapped around his throat choking him lightly while you kept working yourself up on him.
He let's you have this moment for a second and then he lifts you up, sliding out of you. Using his vampire speed to flip you onto your stomach.
You gasp, hands instinctively pressing into the canvacloth, and heâs on you before you can fully process it. His chest against your back, his cock pressed between your thighs.
He grabs your hands, fingers laced with yours, pressing them down flat into the paint.
"Hold still," he growls into your ear, voice rough and low. "I want your body imprinted into this canvas exactly like this."
You moan as he lines himself up again, the anticipation making your thighs tremble. He pushes inside you in one deep, claiming stroke.
You cry out, hips rocking back into him trying to gain your friction back. The stretch is perfect, the weight of him above you even better.
His grip on your hands tightens. His pace builds, slow and deliberate at first, every thrust pressing your painted skin deeper into the canvas, leaving both of your handprints, smears, and the shape of your body burned into art.
âI could fuck you like this for eternity,â he growls, voice ragged. âLook at you. How can someone look so perfect and so ruined at the same time?â
You nod frantically, barely able to breathe, your cheek pressed into the canvas as he fucks you harder now, grunting with each thrust.
Paint streaks both your bodies, his fingerprints everywhere, on your ass, your hips, your thighs. The sound of skin against skin echoes through the room, your moans mixing with his breathless curses.
You're getting close again and of course he can feel it.
He releases one of your hands to slip his arm under your stomach, pulling you up slightly to change the angle and draw circles over your clit. His other hand stays over yours, pinning you there like heâs signing his name.
âKlaus...fuck....Iâm...â
âLet go,â he commands, voice breaking. âCome for me again, love. Make a masterpiece with me.â
And you do. You fall apart beneath him again, your back arching as he pounds into you, chasing his own high. He follows with a groan, burying himself inside you and holding you there, his body taut and his breath ragged.
For a moment, thereâs nothing but silence only the sound of your heart pounding interrupting it.
Then Klaus finally exhales, and roles off of you
He kisses your spine softly while wrapping his arms around you.
ââŠDefinitely not selling this one,â he murmurs.
Can you make a smut like just pure smut klaus x reader (preferably black/mixed reader)ïżŒreader is hope Mikealsonâs best friend and reader is finally meeting hopes family and she is all hot and bothered by klaus and klaus can tell
âHii how are you could you maybe make a smut klaus x fem reader hopes best friend (reader)finally meet hopeâs family and reader is drawn to klaus and canât take her eyes off of him and he notices and something happens between them :)â
this was also requested and i wasnât sure if you could respond to two at once??
Hope and i had been best friends for a while now and i was so nervous about meeting her family. Iâve seen pictures and been told all about them so hopefully everything will be fine but i sort of already have crush on her dad even though i havenât actually met him?
Hope knows i find him attractive and always makes jokes about it, thankfully she finds it funny instead of making it weird
âi know theyâre all gonna love you! You, y/n y/l/n, are gonna become an honorary Mikaelson⊠or maybe an actual Mikaelson if you marry my dad⊠will that make me your daughter? should i start calling you Mommy?â i shoved her as we laughed and got out of her car to start walking to to her house, i ended up chasing her most of the way to the door as she fake screamed and ran
âi call maid of honour!â she called as we got to the entrance
âwhoâs getting married?â was said from behind me making me jump forward towards Hope, she had a big smile on her face as she grabbed my arm
âDad!! this is y/n remember i told you all about her!?â my face heated up as i ran a hand down my face and glanced at Klaus who looked somehow even better in person than in the photos
âoh god what did you say?â i mumbled shaking my head and both she and her father laughed
ânothing bad love, in fact she said many wonderful things, you enjoy art?â i side eyed a very smiley Hope who was practically buzzing
âshe does, she paints too, sheâs really good, i think you should show her your art room cuz i know for a fact that she would just looove it, i showed her some of your pieces and her mouth was hanging open like a fish she looked adorableâ she rambled but i donât think Klaus was listening much, he was looking straight into my eyes as his pupil dilated as he licked his bottom lip and hummed
âwell them weâll take her up yes?â he cut hopes rant off and she nodded excitedly
âsure well im gonna see aunt Bex so if you take her to see that- the art! iâll see you both in a momentâ she literally slid out of the room as she slipped and skidded round the corner
âyou donât have to, i think Hopes in aâŠfunny moodâ i explained and began walking after her but his large hand took ahold of mine and he spun me back to his chest
âwe should go see the art, if she thinks we should see the art then itâs what we should doâ i whispered an âokayâ in response and he led me up the stairs.
He showed me many paintings and sketches letting me touch the different textures and flip through his books. All the way through he kept a hand on my waist, his face was practically sat in the crook of my neck and he whispered stories of why painted different things. One sketch book had paintings of naked women, or hands touching intimate parts of someone, i felt my panties dampen at the thought of him painting my body, his hands cupping my breasts. He inhaled deeply through his nose and let out a little grunt
âwhich is your favourite?â he muttered as he bushed himself against me letting me feel his hard on against my ass
âprobably that oneâŠâ i said quietly pointing to the painting of the women lead on the bed with her back arched and her head thrown back
âmm that was actually a very interesting person, she had very lovely hands you see?â he moved my hand to where hers were, she was squeezing her own breasts, i realised that was the main focus of his drawing, her hands
âyouâre very talented Mr Mikaelsonâ he smirked and rubbed my hip with his thumb
â1000 years of practice can do that, perhapsâŠyouâll let me do you?â i gulped and slowly turned around so our chests were touching, i was breathing pretty heavily and could feel my breasts brushed against him, i locked eyes with his sapphire ones as i tilted my head up. He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine which i immediately reciprocated, they were plump and soft making me push my tongue through them and taste his. He tasted rich and intoxicating making me moan into his mouth and moved my hands to hold the back of his head while his held onto my waist pulling me tightly against him. He moved a hand down and lightly squeezed my ass under my skirt. He pushed his leg in between my thighs and moved me along his jeans, the fabric quickly darkened with my wetness as it went through my underwear onto him. I panted when he moved his mouth down to suck along my jaw and then down and back up my neck finding my sweet spot just below my ear and paying it extra attention. I moaned again louder and i began grinding against him harder. He brought his hands down to lift me up by my thighs, i wrapped my legs around him as he connected our mouths again.
Our tongues entwined and the sound of pages scattering the floor filled the room, i was put into the now empty table, i was pushed flat on my back and my legs were pulled to the edge
âyou look so bloody beautiful spread our like this, suck a lovely dressâ he told me and kissed down my neck to my cleavage, he ran his tongue along the swell of my breasts. I arched my back and moved my hands up to undo some of the buttons going down so he had better access to them. Klaus gently cupped them both and then attached his lips to my left one making me gasp. He tugged on it and swirled his tongue around it before giving the same affection to the other one. He undid the rest of the buttons and pushed it off my arms leaving me completely bare for him.
Nervousness flooded through me and i brought my knees up to my chest so i was covered
âi want to see you y/n, all of youâ he whispered and pulled my knees apart to look at my most private area. The vulnerability of being so open for him while he was still fully clothed had me avoiding any eye contact as he studied me.
âyou are magnificent you know that? absolutely divineâ he announced moved so he was off the table and pulling me to the edge, he went down onto his knees and held my legs open
âdo you want this, love?â he whispered locking eyes with me
âi- i doâ he smirked in response and his tongue darted out. His hot tongue kitten licked at my clit, my hands flew to his hair and pulled him towards me breathing out his name as though it were a prayer
âlay back loveâ he instructed before his actions became more. He was now sucking harshly at my clit and his tongue teased my entrance making me gasp a moan. I opened my legs as wide as they would go when his skilful tongue entered me, he expertly plunged it within me and i called out for him desperately. The dreams i had were no where near as brilliant as the real thing. I could feel myself fluttering around his tongue, his thumb went to my clit and drew figures of eight upon it, he gradually got faster and i pulled at his sandy locks. The burning sensation pulsed through me, my nails scratched his scalp, his groan adding to the pure pleasure coursing inside while my toes curled and i came into his mouth. His thumb slowed and gently tapped my clit as he licked up every last drop that escaped me.
âYou taste fantastic y/nâ he whispered and kissed me again letting me see how sweet i was in his mouth.
âcan you take your clothes off nowâ i asked shyly still playing with his curls. He smirked and kissed my lips again
âi suppose itâs only fairâ he said while removing his shirt. I gaped at his toned body and couldnât help but run my fingertips down his torso as he undid his belt, when i glanced down to his underwear i audibly swallowed
âi know youâre going to be so good for meâ he uttered stroking my cheek with his palm while palming himself
âhowâŠhow do you want me?â i hesitated before asking still eyeing his thickness, almost drooling when he twitched
âLetâs get you on the floorâ he pulled me down from the table and onto the floor
âhands and knees loveâ he whispered and i did as told. He disappeared for a second before returning with a pillow, he stretch my arms and and told me to rest my head on the pillow. I arched my back for him and shivered at the thoughts running through my mind
âyouâre sure?â
âiâm positiveâ i replied
A moment later his tongue was in my folds again gathering my juices and sliding into my centre before exiting again and shifting himself forward, his hands rubbed my ass and down my back, he gripped onto my hips and guided me onto his dick. My tight walls swallowed him as soon as he entered his thick length and we both moaned.
âoh godâ i mumbled and stretched myself further
ânot god love, just meâ he slowly removed himself until just is tip remained inside me before thrusting back in forcefully and building a rhythm from there
âi donât think âjust meâ is a fair answer there, youâre basically a godâ he gave a breathy laugh and continued moving, i had never felt so full in my life, his cock buried far inside me hitting my g-spot just right making me cry out for him to continue. He gave guttural moans from behind me. His hands moved up my back and got ahold of the area between my neck and shoulders, he pulled me back into him to meet his forceful jolts. I tightened around him and i could feel my clit screaming to be touched, almost as if he could read my mind one hand left my shoulder and went to his mouth before down against my bundle of nerves.
âyou going to cum for me sweet y/n?â he asked as he twitched inside me and his thrusts became slightly sloppy. I nodded rapidly and my body shook with the force he used to fuck me. i squeezed the pillow between my hands and cried out a moan of his name as i clamped around him and let him fill me with his hot fluid.
He rocked into me for a while longer before slipping out of me and letting out a sigh of contentment. My body relaxed and my face pressed into the pillow, my ass was still propped in the air and i groaned at the ache in my core pushed myself up on my arms and then my hands and rolled over to sit down
âdid i do okay?â
âyou did perfectly, come hereâ i crawled over to him and he tilted my head to kiss my lips slowly and softly
âHopeâs waiting for us and you need to meet everyone else but next time iâll take you out for a romantic dinner, iâll get you another pretty dress, your favourite flowers which i already know because Hope has told me everything i could need to know and then if you want something like this again ill have you in my bedâ i blushed dark and nodded smiling
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