"only 90s kids remember-" wrong, if you're poor and/or rural enough, old tech and fashion doesn't just disappear when it stops being trendy. We had dial-up until 2012
Summary: you only wanted a bite of him [WC 584] [Ao3]
Warnings: fluff, autistic reader
Request: @goblin-king-of-anarchy67 How about a Sam x reader where the reader is hella short and a menace. Iâm talking Gentle giant x bitey smol. She threatens to bite his ankles and steal his knees as a sign of affection
The first thing people usually noticed about Sam Winchester was that he was very tall. Six-four. Broad shoulders. Long limbs. The kind of guy who made doorframes look small. The second thing people noticed was that he was very gentle. Soft-spoken. Careful with people. Thoughtful.
Which made it even more baffling that the tiny menace currently clinging to his arm was somehow one of his favorite humans.Â
Sam was sitting at the library table in the bunker, surrounded by books and notes. Across the room, Dean watched with mild amusement. Because you had just appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Samâs sleeve.
Sam blinked down at you. ââŠHi.â
You stared up at him. Very seriously. âSam.â
ââŠyeah?â
âIâm going to steal your knees.â
Sam paused.
Dean snorted loudly from across the room.
Sam rubbed his forehead. ââŠmy knees.â
âYes.â
âWhy?â
You shrugged. âBecause, why not? You donât need them. Youâre tall enough as it is.â
Dean nearly choked on his beer.
Sam stared at you for several seconds. ââŠIâm not sure thatâs how affection works.â
You tilted your head thoughtfully. âWell it is now.â
Sam tried to return to his research. You did not move. Instead, you leaned against his arm like a small, determined barnacle. He glanced down again. ââŠWhat are you doing?â
âStanding here.â
âWhy?â
âWaiting.â
âFor what?â
You bared your teeth slightly. âThe moment you least expect.â
Dean wheezed from the other side of the room. âOh my god.â
Sam sighed. âYouâre not actually going to bite me.â
You didnât respond. You simply stared at his ankles. Sam slowly pulled his feet under the chair. Dean lost it.
A few minutes later, Sam finally closed his book. âAlright.â
You perked up immediately. âWhat?â
âYouâre clearly not leaving.â
âNo.â
âAnd youâre apparently planning violence.â
âAffectionate violence.â
âRight.â Sam leaned down slightly so his face was closer to yours. âCan I ask a question?â
âSure.â
ââŠWhy my knees?â
You looked thoughtful for a moment. Then pointed upward. âYour head is too far away.â
Dean slammed his hand on the table laughing.
Sam just stared at you. ââŠThatâs fair.â
Later that evening, Sam was standing in the kitchen making coffee. You appeared silently behind him. Like a very small ninja. Dean noticed first. He immediately covered his mouth to stop laughing. Sam did not notice. You crouched slightly. Eyes locked onto your target. Samâs very tall legs.
Dean whispered hoarsely, ââŠdonât you dare.â
You lunged. Sam yelped as you grabbed his leg dramatically. âGOT YOUR KNEE!âÂ
Coffee sloshed everywhere. Sam nearly dropped the mug. Dean collapsed against the counter laughing. Sam stared down at you, shocked. You were clinging to his leg like a victorious goblin.
âRelease the knee,â Sam said weakly.
âNo.â
âPlease.â
âNo.â
âWhy.â
You grinned. âAffection.â
Sam groaned.
Eventually you did let go. But only after Sam reluctantly patted your head. Which you accepted with great dignity.
Later that night, Sam sat on the couch reading again. You were curled up beside him, half asleep, using his arm as a pillow. Dean walked by, glanced at the scene, and shook his head.
Sam looked down at you fondly.
âYou threatened to steal my knees earlier.â
Your sleepy voice mumbled against his sleeve. âI still might.â
Sam smiled softly. âGood to know.â
Dean pointed at you both. âYou two are weird.â
Sam just shrugged. You shifted closer. And after a momentâ Sam carefully adjusted the blanket around you. Just in case the tiny menace got cold.
Billy knows how to really take care of you when you need it mostâŠ
18+ only, smut, piv, cockwarming
Merry Christmas! đ
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It was getting late. Butcher was watching a movie on the couch, but you were sitting at the table, finishing up some work.
When you were finally done, you gave a huge sigh of relief and checked your email one last time.
"Fuck," you groaned as you opened the 5th message from your boss that night asking you for a report on one of your projects. Frustration and anxiety surged inside of you like a tide, and for a moment all you could do was sit there and stare at the screen.
Butcher had paused halfway through his movie as he got up to get a glass of whiskey and seemed to sense what was happening. Honestly, you were stressed a lot these days. Most of the time he wouldn't notice, or at least would just let you be, but right now you felt like you were at your tipping point.
"C'mere doll," he said from behind you.
You glanced over your shoulder to tell him you were busy, but the fierce look in his eyes told you he was not going to take no for an answer.
You sighed when you stood up and went over to him but all you were thinking was 'he noticed.'
Butcher slid his hands around your waist, tugging you against him. "You've been workin' too hard."
All of the breath in your lungs seemed to escape in one big whoosh. "It's just how it is this time of year. I just have one more report to work on. And I need to do my laundry. And it's Thursday."
Butcher leaned back, lifting his eyebrow at you.
"Dusting day," you explained meekly.
Billy gave you a look. "I'll do yer laundry with mine and dustin' can wait. What can I do tonight to make ya sit still for a while and let yerself go?"
You leaned forward wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek against his broad chest. He was right, you felt like you were about to collapse but there was still so much to do...
"Maybe just hold me," you said softly.
"I'd be chuffed, love, but yer mind would still be whirlin' wouldn't it. Need somethin' to distract that pretty head o' yours too."
He rubbed your back for a moment as he thought and a soft, but tired, little sound escaped your throat. He knew you, and he knew it had to be something different to truly get your mind off of your worries right now.
He glanced at the tv where the movie was paused, then back to you. "Up for a little playin', love? I've got an idea."
The look in his eye told you it was something interesting and you couldn't help immediately being intrigued. "Maybe...what would I have to do?"
"Nothin'. Go and change inta somethin' comfy. Just a shirt, nothin' else, then come back out and sit with me."
You nodded and gave him a kiss before you retreated into your shared bedroom.
When you came back out he had turned the lights down and he was sitting on the couch. He rumbled in appreciation as soon as he saw you.
"Fuck me," he muttered.
You smiled at him, pleased. You'd changed into one of his shirts, and you'd left it unbuttoned, though it was pulled around you at the moment. It was soft and it barely came to the tops of your thighs.
"Well c'mon," he husked, patting his lap and letting his heated gaze roam over you.
You climbed into his lap kneeling over him and sitting back on his thighs. "If your idea is to fuck me..." you deadpanned.
The smirk he gave you was wicked, his hands sliding to your hips. "Nah it ain't that. You know you'd be comin' in minutes, love, then you'd be right back to your troubles again wouldn't ya? Need somethin' to relax yer brain for a lot longer than that. Besides I need t'finish me film."
Well...he wasn't wrong.
For a moment you met his eyes, gleaming with mischief, and you could feel his cock swelling beneath you...and then you realized what he wanted to do. A surprising pulse of lust surged through your veins and you knew you were immediately wet for him. It wasn't something you'd ever thought of before but now that you did...now that you did you were more than eager to try. That might actually work.
His hazel eyes glinted with desire even as they darkened. "Be a good girl and get me cock out, yeah?"
You swallowed, nodding your head and sliding back off his lap. He gave you a look and you obeyed instantly, working his belt free and opening his jeans. He shifted his hips so you could tug them down just enough to free his length, already hard and ready for you.
"How do you want me?" you whispered.
"Facin' the telly, yeah? Wouldn't want you to miss the rest o' the film."
You hadn't really seen the first half as you'd been working at the same time, but you had a feeling that didn't matter. And maybe it would help to have something to watch to help distract you from his...distracting.
You stood up and turned around as he slid one big hand around the base of his cock to steady it, and gripped your hip with the other.
"Ready, doll," he murmured low, and you moved to sit on him slowly, his hand positioning you with a tight grip.
When you felt the head of his cock at your entrance, a little moan left your lips but he kept guiding you down without pause.
"Fuck..." you breathed. Without much preparation, the fit was tight and he stretched you almost uncomfortably but you knew your body would adjust, and it did almost immediately.
"Fuckin' hell, love, your gushin'," he groaned. "Must've liked this idea more than I realized."
You wanted to argue but a broken moan was all that left your lips. You took a breath as you took him all way, you bottom quickly pressing flush against his thighs. "Oh my god..." you whimpered. Syrupy pleasure flooded through your body, making your clit throb and your cunt flutter around his cock as you thought about him making you stay like this.
Billy gripped your hips hard with both hands and you felt another gush of wetness around his cock. "Easy now. Take a deep breath for me, love. Yer gonna have to calm down if yer gonna be a good girl and let me keep ya on me cock till I'm done watchin'."
"Oh fuck," you moaned breathily, closing your eyes and biting your lip hard. Breathe.
His hands rubbed soothingly over your hips and outer thighs and you took a slow deep breath and licked your lips, focusing on the tv in front of you. You caught sight of the time bar and you almost groaned at the amount of time that was left, just a little less than an hour.
He felt so thick inside of you, the size of him alone lighting up every nerve ending you had. But you had a long way to go so you took another deep breath, and finally your body let go of some of the tension, just a little.
That's my girl," Billy murmured low from behind you. He slid one arm around you and urged you to press back against his chest. "Just rest here for a bit, filled up with me cock, not thinkin' 'bout nothin' else."
Your only answer was another whimper and he gave a low chuckle as he started the movie again.
Your bare legs were draped over his jean clad thighs and you had to be careful not to let his open zipper scrape across your inner thighs or worse. Incentive not to move, you supposed.
You swallowed again, trying hard not to clench around him, but you couldn't help the little flutters of your cunt anytime his cock twitched or he shifted even the tiniest bit.
How he was keeping his own control so easily, you had no idea. Probably had a wank in the shower earlier.
His chest was warm against your back and his big hand was rubbing your thigh. You really tried to watch the movie, but fuck, he was so deep like this. His cock was fiery hot inside of you and you swore you could feel the veins that ran the length of it. You felt every inch of him.
Minutes ticked by slowly, and you did your best for almost 15 of them, but as pleasure continued to pool in your center, and your body adjusted to his size, relaxing and taking him deeper, all you could think about was getting relief. You were dripping and you were sure he could feel it, but still he seemed as relaxed as ever, lazily stroking your thigh as he watched the tv.
Then before you could try to stop yourself, your hips rocked on top of his lap and a soft little cry escaped as bliss erupted inside you, making your whole body tense and buzz, making your fingertips tingle.
Billy rumbled and caught your hips with both hands, gripping hard, holding you still. "No movin', doll."
Your clit throbbed helplessly, completely neglected and you had to bite your lip to keep from whining pathetically, clenching your hands on your thighs.
"Breathe," he murmured, his beard tickling the curve of your neck as he leaned forward. You took a gulp of air, and then another, not even realizing you'd stopped.
Breathe.
Finally, you caught your breath and your lust lowered back to a simmer.
"That's a good girl for me," Billy said, kneading your hips in reward but all you could do was moan at his praise and it made your cunt flutter around him again.
"Don't say that," you whimpered.
He gave a quiet laugh and patted your leg. "We'll have to keep practicin' this," he said low against the shell of your ear, then went back to watching the movie.
You slumped back against his broad chest again and his arm came around you. Instead of thinking about the way he was filling you, you tried to focus on letting your palm play over the little hairs on his forearm. After another 15 minutes, a hazy-sweet fog started to drift over your mind, some combination of dazed and still wildly turned on.
Anytime he moved it sent a jolt of pleasure through you but you were starting to get used to it, learning to let it soften into your body, banking it for later. After a while you couldn't even tell where he ended and you began, he was just a part of you.
At some point you must have completely spaced out, because you suddenly realized the tv was off. Billy was smoothing his hands slowly over your stomach and your thighs and your hips, still thick and big inside of you.
"Did I do it?" you murmured languidly.
Billy leaned closer, kissing the side of your neck, his his beard scratching sensitive skin spectacularly. "You did it. Such a good girl. My girl..."
You made a lilting, blissful sound and wrapped your fingers around his forearms, desperately needing to hold on to something.
"Think you can come for me now, pet?" His voice was gravelly and rough in your ear.
"Mmmm...mmhmm..." You gripped his arm tighter, unable to get your mind to even form another word. Every single worry was completely gone and you couldn't care less about anything except this right here.
Billy shifted underneath you, pushing his jeans further down his thighs and the movement made him thrust up into you.
You cried out, trembling with need, and he made a low sound to soothe you. "I've got ya, love. I'll take care now..."
It was too much to hold yourself up so you fell back against him and he rumbled approvingly. The vibration in his chest only added to your pleasure.
He pulled the edges of his shirt that you were wearing apart so you were completely exposed and tugged it down so your shoulders were bare but didn't bother taking it all the way off. Then he wrapped his hands around your bare waist and began to thrust up into you. "Fuck," he groaned. "Wasn't gonna last much longer either, love."
One of his big hands slid up to engulf your breast, kneading the weight of it in his palm then pinching your peaked nipple tightly between his thumb and forefinger. Your heart stuttered as you gasped for breath, every nerve lighting up. Billy knew how to make your body sing.
Lifting one arm, you curled it around him to thread your fingers through his hair and let your eyes flutter closed, just feeling him.
Every single thrust hit the right spot and made you whimper or moan or cry. Pleasure seemed to only crest higher and higher inside you, no limit in sight.
Within moments, as he had predicted earlier, you were on the brink of orgasm, but you wanted more, needed it. Grabbing at his hand on your waist, you pushed it down, guiding his fingers to where you were joined.
Billy moaned, his lips brushing the nape of your neck. "Mmmm, needy little thing, ain't ya..." he teased, but he deftly nestled two fingertips right over your swollen clit.
The second he started to circle over the throbbing nub your bliss heightened ten-fold...it had been left ignored for too long.
Your cries now were so loud that you vaguely wondered if the neighbors would be concerned, but there was nothing you could do about it, and Billy didn't seem to care at all.
His fingers slowed when he sensed you were close and he used his free hand to move your knees to the outside of his so he could push your legs farther apart with his own, wide open for him and stuffed full.
Then his fingertips returned to their fast, slick circles with haste.
The eruption of your climax happened immediately and all you could do was cry out his name. Your entire body spasmed in pleasure, wave after wave crashing through you in relentless pulses, gushing for him as he continued to stroke your clit.
The growl Billy let loose against your shoulder in response was earth-shaking. You had never felt an orgasm this intense before and you could tell your thighs and his fingers and his cock were drenched from you.
"Fuckin' "ell," he groaned. He moved to grip your hips with both hands one last time, the fingers on one hand still slick, and he bucked up into you, rough and erratic as his own orgasm began.
Burying his face against the curve of your neck, he bit down, moaning, low and gruff.
Broken whimpers and unintelligible words fell from your lips as every sensation continued to bounce and ping through your body like a pinball machine.
You could feel his come, hot and thick, spurting deep inside you. It felt just as good as everything else youâd experience this night.
By the end of it you were completely expended, weak in his lap. You wouldn't be able to move even if the apartment caught on fire.
Billy was slumped into the couch now too, but his arms were around you and he was still inside you.
You had no idea how long the two of you lazed there, but eventually Billy regained his strength.
You whimpered as he finally slid out of you then gathered you up in his arms.
Your own strength was long gone and it was not coming back. He carried you into the bathroom and you were too fucked out to even care he stayed. After he cleaned both of you, he scooped you up again and set you on the bed. He found your favorite, softest t-shirt to sleep in and tucked you in. In the next minute he was sliding under the blankets too and he hauled you against his chest.
"Alright love?" he murmured.
"Mmmmmm. Mmmhmmmm." You were nestled in his arms, his skin warm beneath you and your face pressed to his shoulder. You wanted to say thank you but you were pretty sure only a mumble of half-formed words came out. His hand rubbed soothingly over your back and you felt him nuzzle the top of your head only seconds before you were out.
You couldn't go to work the next day, much to Butcher's smug amusement.
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thank you for reading đ„č thank you for all the inspiration to write this â€ïž
Victor Frankenstein + master/servant + oral + overstimulation
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Pairing: Victor Frankenstein x Female servant!Reader
Summary: How you went from chambermaid to free use laboratory assistant. (Free use would be in part 2 if anyone is interested. We havenât officially met this Victor yet, so Iâm not sure)
Note: Frankenstein experts and apologists probably won't like this not-novel-accurate/pre-film-release nonsense. It's just for fun
Word Count: 4.8k
Content: explicit, p in v, unprotected sex, water sex, overstim, multiple orgasms, oral - f. rec., nipple play, brief/mild impact play, animal experimentation, not beta'd, Victor calls reader "Petal"
You started as a chambermaid. It was an honor to serve the master of the house, no matter howâŠpeculiar. Of course, men had valets, not chambermaids, but Master Frankenstein hired you to tend to him, so thatâs what you did.
This put you in constant contact with the doctor, who wasn't actually a real medical doctor, but simply a scientist, and a member of the aristocracy.
You thought you must have imagined it when he caught your gaze in his bedchamber mirror. When his touch lingered on your wrist after youâd handed him an item he needed. How he devoured the sight of your cleavage as you scrubbed up his messes and served him breakfasts in bed.
Your mother, God rest her, used to say it was a tragedy that someone as lovely in countenance as you was so low born. The best you could hope for in a marriage was to perhaps find a wealthy merchant.
But your parents perished crossing the sea and you finished your childhood in an orphanage, with no patronage and no prospects. So a servantâs life it would be.
Thatâs not to say you had not enjoyed certainâŠintimacies. Since you had no reputation to speak of, you gave your body to the first handsome man to flatter you at age eighteen. He was a clumsy oaf in bed but he brought you flowers and gazed at you like you were an important thing.
He did the same with the next girl.
Next, the butler at the house at the end of the street bedded you. He wasnât much to look at but he was an attentive lover, showing you how a female could be pleasured by a man.
Then you came to be in the service of Victor Frankenstein.
The man was twice your age but you were stunned by his lack of pretension in dealing with his household staff. And he was astonishingly handsome, with wild, untamed, dark curls and haunting brown eyes.
Of course, you could never wish for a dalliance with such a man - he was nobility and therefore incapable of seeing you as anything worthâŠpursuing.
Which is why, one October night, he truly and utterly shocked you.
Master Frankenstein had been spending more time in his laboratory of late. This scientific chamber was more of a dungeon, down a winding, stone staircase, a long passageway and behind a heavy, bolted door.
He had begun taking his meals in the lab, which made you the unfortunate soul who had to clamber down the eerie path with a tray full of a meal worthy of your master.
Your instructions were to leave the tray outside the door, knock three times and leave. You were to wait an hour - then go back to retrieve it. And you were the only one allowed down the stairwell at all.
Tonight, he was waiting for you at the bottom of the stairwell. He greeted you by name, startling you.
"Forgive me, Master Frankenstein," you hastily apologized, struggling to balance the tray of delectable foods without spilling everything, upsetting your master, and making a fool of yourself.
"Allow me." He rushed forward, graciously taking the tray from your hands.
"Oh. Thank you." Granting him a brief, respectful bow, your skin warmed as his fingertips brush your hand. Eyes flickered over his loosened linen shirt, which revealed his surprisingly smooth chest.
"Would you like to see my laboratory?" He called back over his shoulder, entering the door where no one had stepped foot except for him.
Automatically and wordlessly following, you heard him continue.
"You do not easily swoon, do you? I do not have the patience to train another chambermaid to serve me as perfectly as you do."
As he set the tray down on a table, you rushed to tidy it and begin serving him, but he brushed your hand away with the flick of his wrist.
Backing away obediently, you bowed, unsure of what to do now.
"You must be curious about my work," he stated plainly, nodding around him with a grand gesture. "Please look around. I shall eat."
"Yes, master," you agreed, feeling freer now to indulge your curiosity without appearing nosy or rude.
Shelf after shelf of glass bottles, beakers and potions lined the walls. Organized chaos, it seemed. Dust coated the shelves, while the vials, beakers and instruments appeared pristine.
"You have questions," he declared, after taking a long swig of wine. Wiping his mouth clean, he folded his arms over his chest. "Ask me anything and I will answer you truly."
The tiniest smile tugged at your lips. His attention and patience with you pleased you.
"What do you do here?"
Smiling knowingly, he rose and began pacing, explaining to you his attempts to better human life by replacing defective body parts. For example, if an internal organ were to fail, a different one could, perhaps, be harvested from another human, just deceased. Or perhaps, a limb could be replaced when someone lost one to injury or illness or a defect from birth.
"Come," he instructed, offering his hand.
Your eyes widened as you tentatively stretched out your fingers to accept his touch. His warm hand closed over yours and he guided you to a table where you beheld a frog. Several, actually, most of them dead, and a few, with legs removed.
As you shuddered and recoiled, he grasped your shoulders and steadied you, hushing you like a parent would a child and ordering you to be still.
"I have attached a new leg, and the frog survived," he explained. "I do not know yet if he can hop, however."
Although you were not expecting to examine chopped-up frogs, you found yourself more surprised that the master of the house held you so close to his body and breathed on your ear.
"Do you think me a monster?"
His nose brushed the spot behind your ear, strong fingers gripping your arms as he if were asking something more of you.
"N-no, of course not, master," you uttered, certain he meant not to imply any interest in you.
"Do you understand what it does to me to hear you call me 'master'?" He groaned, lips trailing down to the skin of your neck, exposed where your hair was neatly tucked into a bun. A quick bite made you yelp. Chills erupted all over your body as you felt his tongue soothe the offended skin.
"Yes...master," you breathlessly panted, wildly confused but unwilling to pry yourself away from the handsome and powerful scientist.
Releasing his grip on your arms, he let you go, taking a full step back to compose himself.
Slightly trembling, you turned around to face him, your cheeks flaming hot as you found him adjusting his prominent length in his trousers before scrubbing a hand over the stubble on his angled jaw.
"I have behaved poorly," he declared, eyes raking over your body, pausing where the swell of your breasts rose and fell dramatically at the low-cut collar of your dress. "Forgive me."
"Of course, master," you breathlessly replied, eyes downcast as you smoothed your clothes and collected yourself.
Easing closer, he caught your gaze, nodding behind you. "You do not think it wicked to torture a poor frog just to see what I can do with a limb?"
"I do not know of such things. I am only a maid."
His throat bobbed as dark eyes locked onto yours. "Very well. You may go."
With a hasty bow, you grabbed the tray of dishes and made your exit.
Thoughts of his heated breath on your neck, his tongue on your skin, his fingertips digging into the flesh of your arms haunted and bewitched you the rest of the day. Of course, it wasn't unheard of for a master of the house to satiate his desires in the members of his staff from time to time, but Victor had never come some close to you as he had today. Nothing more than indulgent glances at your breasts.
Even if he bedded you, it would go nowhere. At worst, he would use you like an object and at best, he would bring you pleasure in return. But it would ultimately mean nothing.
As your thoughts lingered on the unknowable depths of his earthen eyes, the square cut of his jaw, the plush fullness of his lips, you felt yourself dampen between your legs, and you knew then, that you would allow any advances he made.
You didn't have to wait long.
Master Frankenstein worked late into the night, ignoring the evening meal tray you left outside the laboratory, and stumbling back into his room as you were turning down his bed.
He called you by name and you gasped at the sight of his clothes, hands and cheeks soiled with blood and other fluids.
"Master, allow me to draw you a bath."
He nodded, grumbling out a 'thank you' as he pulled his linen shirt over his head.
"I'll have food brought as well," you added, collecting his soiled shirt, but he reached for your elbow, grasping gently. "No food. I am quite tired."
"Of course," you bowed respectfully, trying not to stare as he kicked off his boots and dropped his trousers. Quickly setting aside his clothes, you scurried to prepare his bath, while he decided to shave, standing completely naked right beside you.
"Forgive my impropriety. My work has exhausted me," he attempted to explain several minutes later. "Will you wash me?"
Without realizing it, you wet your lips hungrily, struggling to keep your eyes fixed on his handsome face and not the beautifully sculpted lines and planes of his body.
Moments later, he sank into the warm water, head resting against the tub's edge as his eyes drifted closed. You had assisted the scientist with certain somewhat intimate tasks before, but he had never outright showed you his cock and asked that you bathe him.
Shallow breaths huffed through your lips as you reached for a cloth and dipped it into the water's warmth. With trembling fingers, you dragged the rag over his muscled chest, freezing as his eyes popped open to meet yours. He stared at you openly, fully, for a full minute before his eyes inevitably traveled down the smooth column of your neck to your heaving breasts. In this position, leaned forward and kneeling, he could see the fullness of them.
"You are very beautiful," he whispered, sitting up in the bath, which brought his lips dangerously close to the tempting line of your cleavage. "I worked all day and night trying to banish my wicked thoughts of you. I can see now that I have failed."
Wet fingers reached up to tug the laces holding your dress closed at your bosom. "I think if I do not taste you, I shall die."
He tugged and pulled until your breasts sprang free, full and ripe, nipples hard and straining, begging for his touch and attention. Breath and plush lips ghosting the swell of one breast, he cupped the other one gently, groaning in satisfaction as he massaged the soft flesh.
"I am your master," he choked out, restraining himself one moment longer. âBut will you stay of your own free will?â
"I am yours to command, master," you gasped even as he sucked your nipple between his lips.
Your back arched, so sensitive and responsive to his touch, thrusting your breast further into his mouth, which he devoured hungrily. Dropping the cloth in your hand, your fingers found his wet curls, twisting through them and drawing him closer still to your bosom.
Hungry lips sucked at your soft skin, marking you for him, leaving a path from your nipples to your chest, along your collarbone, over the smooth column of your throat and finally, his mouth sought yours out - wet and demanding as he cupped your face in his hands and slid his tongue inside your mouth.
He didn't kiss you like any lover before him. Not like the bumbling eagerness of your first lover, nor like a self-assured man who treated you like the next whore in line. There was a dizzying experience to his kissing - he was no stranger to it, but he had nothing to prove. He was a wealthy, aristocratic scientist, who already had your obedience and all the time in the world to take with you.
You surprised yourself by how boldly you kissed him back, raking your hands through his curls and pulling him closer until your naked breasts pressed to his bare, solid chest, and closer still, until you lost your balance and began to tumble into the tub with him.
A chuckle rumbled in Victor's chest as he gathered you to his naked body, dress and all, even as you stammered out an apology.
With one firm shake of his head, he tutted, dismissing your fears. "Take this off," he instructed, tugging at your dress, "and bathe with me. Your master commands it."
Eyes locked onto his, you wet your lips with the tip of your tongue, holding his gaze even while you obeyed him. "Yes, master. I will do everything you wish."
He smirked knowingly, helping you shed the heavy fabric weighing you down, before reverently tracing the shape of your bare shoulder. "You may come to regret such a declaration, my soft, sweet petal."
Finally free of the obstruction, your soaked dress plopped to the floor, leaving you wet, naked and draped over your master, whose hands roved all over your curves, pulling you against him as his mouth sought yours again.
His cock pressed against your abdomen, hands grasping the globes of your ass, squeezing demandingly. Gripping your hips, he shifted your body until the hot core of you rubbed up and down the length of his shaft.
Tearing his mouth from yours, he reached between your bodies to drag his fingers between your folds. "Are you a virgin, Petal?"
Seeing you hesitate, his fingers slipped between your folds and found your clit, rubbing tempting circles over it. "Whatever your answer, it will not displease me. Do I need to open you up to take this cock?"
Almost involuntarily, your hips shifted, grinding against his hand as he fingered you open, teasing your clit with his thumb as one digit slipped inside, tauntingly inching toward the spongy softness.
"I am no virgin," you panted, "but not extremely...experienced either." Your eyes dipped demurely even as he boldly slid a second finger into your eager hole. "But I confess, you are...well endowed. Thicker and longer...and it has been some time."
Hearing your sweet lips utter things about the size of his cock had it twitching against your thigh, aching to bury it in your sweet cunt.
His eyes darkened with desire as you rocked against his hand, lips falling open as he stretched you with a third finger, shoving them deep inside you.
Hardly able to contain yourself, you fucked yourself faster on his fingers, tits bouncing in the water as you chased your pleasure. He didn't mind a woman with a little experience, especially for what he had planned for you.
He sucked your nipple into his mouth, rubbing you faster and faster until your body seized in ecstasy, pleasure surging through every part of you. Gripping his shoulders for support, you gave yourself over to it wholly. It had been so long since anything other than your own fingers gave you any pleasure, and never anyone so handsome or stately as Victor.
Before you could come back to yourself, he positioned your hips, notching his tip at your drenched folds, so wet and hot, even more so than the cooling bath.
You felt him enter you, thick and heavy, pushing in slowly, filling your fluttering cunt deliciously. Just when you thought he'd sheathed himself inside you fully, you rocked your hips, hissing suddenly as more and more of his length plunged inside.
"Too much?" He taunted, pushing in further still. "Be obedient and take all your master's cock."
"Yes, master," you panted, finally feeling the end of him stretch you wide open. With difficulty, you began to undulate beneath the water's surface, riding your master even as the sting of it made you want to lie down and give up - to simply let him use you, fuck you open, spill his seed and then let you recover.
Bracing your hands on his chest, you lifted up to better control your movements, shifting into a slightly more comfortable position. A soft sigh of relief left your lips as you started to ride him faster.
"You are certainly no virgin," he murmured against your throat, arms winding around your back, pressing and pulling you into him intimately. "You know how to fuck a man."
His bold words gave you pause. Perhaps he wanted a woman more innocent.
"Do not stop," he ordered you, easing back to look into your eyes. "I've not bedded such a beautiful woman in too long."
"Master, I - "
"Obey me," he lowly growled, gripping your hips and moving you back and forth, faster and rougher, until water overflowed out of the side of the tub, drenching the floor. "You said you are mine to command."
"Yes, master," you gasped, wrapping your arms behind his neck and sinking down on his length, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. The wet heat surrounding your bodies, sloshing loudly, making a mess of everything as you ravaged one another urged you to ride him faster, drawing a desperate moan from your throat.
Embarrassed that someone might hear you, you clamped your palm over your lips but he roughly jerked it away.
"Give your sounds to me," he panted as your slick, naked body bounced deliciously. "I want to hear what this cock does to you."
His filthy words went straight to your core, which clamped down hard around his length. Back arching, your walls fluttered around him, drawing his own orgasm out of him with a strangled cry. He gripped your shoulders and held you against him, making sure you took every drop of his spend until you slowed your rocking and melted against his chest.
He stroked your back soothingly, allowing you to come back to yourself, pressing gentle kisses to your temple and cheeks, and finally, as you turned your face up to his, he kissed your mouth, slow and deep as he softened inside you.
He tasted you and held you until the cool air kissing your skin alerted you to the fact that his bath and grown cold, and you still had not washed him. Sitting up abruptly, you pushed wet hair out of your eyes, hastily apologizing.
"You have given yourself to me. No apology is needed," he assured you, standing to help you out of the tub. "Let us quickly wash and I will find us something suitable to wear."
"Yes master," you whispered, scurrying to move quicker than him, and feeling awkward at the thought that Master Frankenstein would need to serve himself in any way.
The sight of your concerned flurry, while stark naked stirred something domestic inside him, and, at the sight of your bare ass bent over to scoop up your drenched dress, his hands reached for the swell of your hips from behind.
You flinched in surprise, quickly turning to face him, but he mistook it for you briefly for withdrawing from his attention.
"Forgive me," you both uttered simultaneously, sharing a soft laugh.
Easing toward you, he reached for your hand. "Will you be able to relax in my company, especially now that I've been inside you?"
Wetting your lips, you found yourself mesmerized by his water-slicked hair, and droplets dancing on his long eyelashes.
"You speak boldly, Master Frankenstein, as is your right," you diplomatically responded. "I do not know if I have earned the right to speak as plainly as you."
He shrugged one shoulder. "Say anything you wish. I will not hold it against you."
Shifting nervously from foot to foot, you glanced around you. "I have only this dress to wear. I-I should dress myself and draw you a new, hot bath before cleaning up this mess. I know you are very tired after your day."
With a small, knowing smile, he lifted the sopping dress from the floor. "Are you not also tired? Is your work day not also long?"
You weren't sure how to respond, so he took charge, as usual.
"I wish for us to quickly wash, ring out this dress and lie down in my bed."
"Yes, master." You quickly got to work, both of you doing as Victor instructed.
What you did not expect was to be laid nude across the softest, warmest bed your skin had ever touched. Victor slid into bed beside you, clean and naked. He pulled you close to his chest and covered your mouth with his own, kissing you deeply.
Your cold skin warmed quickly and you moaned into his mouth as he slid one muscular thigh between your legs, pushing the meat of his thigh between your wet folds.
He held you and kissed you for so long, a tiny sliver of your mind began to feel like his lover, safe in his bed, cherished and adored. Even more so when he kissed a trail down your throat to your breasts, where he kissed and sucked your nipples until your slick desire pooled and dripped onto the sheets.
Down further he went, kissing and littering your stomach with sucks and marks until his nose nudged between your legs. He paused, glancing up at you with hazy eyes through long lashes. âI want to experiment with your cunt."
The strange request confused you, but a breathy 'yes' fell from your lips. Once again, his bold words made you crave him even more.
You didn't realize then what you were agreeing to.
Victor dragged his hot tongue through your folds, collecting your juices before settling in, pulling your thighs over his shoulders, and placing a pillow underneath your hips. He spent the next half hour tracing every fold and exploring each crevice with nothing more than the tip of his tongue, from your clit all the way to your puckered hole. You were panting from the slightest stimulation, but there wasn't enough friction yet for you to come.
Next, he sampled you with his lips, sucking and kissing and hotly breathing over your folds, over and over until a whine from your mouth prompted his lips finally up to your clit. He massaged the swollen bud with his lips, but so feather-light, it felt like only a tease.
Your hands twisted in the sheets as he taunted you, ghosting your most sensitive spot with breath and brushes of his lips but never really lavishing you with the strokes and sucks and licks you craved.
Hearing you whimper again, he raised his head. "Tell me," he ordered. "As your master for what you need."
"Please," you cried, your hips bucking upward.
"Ask me," he repeated. "Beg your master."
"Your mouth, please," you gasped. "Put your lips on me. Suck me."
He swatted your cunt with his hand. The sharp sting granted you a moment of delicious friction and you moaned loudly.
"You presume to command me?"
"Please master," you begged.
He seemed pleased enough to lower his mouth back to your clit and gently suck it between his lips. Even that slight bit of friction and contact after so much temptation and teasing caused your back to arch wildly off the bed.
Smiling against your pussy, he worked his lips over and over your clit, sucking and and kissing and rolling his tongue over it until, only moments later, you gushed all over his mouth, gasping in pleasure.
After such a build up and delicious release, your body collapsed, craving sleep, but his experiment had only just begun. Without warning, he sucked at your sensitive bud again, for a full minute, pulling whining moans from your throat at the overstimulation.
He kept going, sinking the meat of his tongue into your core, gripping your thighs to pull you down, moving your limp body to fuck you on his tongue. It felt so good, but it was too much - you were too sensitive and he was relentless, plunging his tongue in and out of your hole as his nose nudged at your tender clit over and over again.
This time, he didn't wait for begging, he simply took, dragging you closer to another, harder climax which shook your body from head to toe, and brought guttural, filthy sounds and curses from your lips. You'd never come so hard in your life. It sent fiery pleasure surging through your body down to your fingertips and toes, contracting every muscle before it completely wiped you out and left you boneless.
But he would not relent. This time, his tongue collected your copious juices, laving a trail downward. Your body tensed as he toyed with parts of you no one had dared touch before, but it wasn't long before his lips kissed a trail back up to your clit. He sucked hard and the overstimulation you felt made you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Victor, please," you begged, without realizing your error. You were half out of your mind, after all, with pleasure and now, the slightest bit of nerve-searing pain.
He lifted up from between your legs, chin and lips glistening with your slick. "The sound of my name on your lips pleases me." And he dove back in.
Your mind went blank as he coaxed orgasm after orgasm from your exhausted body. Nothing in your life had ever felt so simultaneously painful yet so wonderfully delicious.
The next morning you awoke, groggy, naked, but clean. Quickly climbing out of bed, you tried to get your bearings. Victor finished dressing himself as you scrambled to your feet, apologizing profusely.
A luxurious robe lay across the end of the bed and Victor nodded toward it. "Put that on. Your dress is being cleaned and new dress will be delivered this afternoon."
"Y-yes, master," you stammered, quickly tying the elegant garment around your body, realizing you'd never felt such expensive fabric against your skin.
"Thank you, for your kindness, but...how should I go about my work day in a robe?"
"Take the day off," Victor shrugged. "When was the last day you took some time for yourself?"
You had no idea how to answer that. You typically received two days a month off, which was one more than most servants.
"But I had last Tuesday off, and who will serve your meals? Who will - "
"I require your services in the laboratory today," he interrupted. He then explained that he would have food brought to the top of the stairs for you to retrieve and bring the rest of the way to the lab.
The two of you took your morning meal together around an hour later, and Victor noticed how clearly uncomfortable you felt parading around his laboratory in a robe while shirking your duties.
"I apologize for what happened to your dress," he said softly as you gathered up the dirty dishes. Laying his hand on your arm, he halted your bustling. "Forgive me, Petal."
"Master Frankenstein, there is nothing to forgive. You've been more than generous. Indulgent, even. I do not even know what to say."
"Say you will quit worrying yourself."
"I cannot."
"You'll disobey my order?"
Your eyes dipped once more. "Of course not. I will obey anything you wish."
Victor motioned for you to empty your hands. Reaching for your hips, he guided you close to him, taking a seat on a stool as you stood before him.
"There is something I wish of you. I want you to give your body over completely to my control."
You fidgeted in his embrace, your skin heating at his proposition. "You mean...the way it was last night, in your bed?"
Pulling at the tie of your robe, he slowly nodded. "That and more." The robe fell open, revealing your naked body. "So very much more." Brushing the back of his fingers across your abdomen, he pressed his lips to your flesh, nuzzling between your breasts as chills erupted all over your skin.
"Say yes," he coaxed, mouthing at the swell of your breast. "Say your body and soul belong to me - utterly."
"Yes," you panted as his breath fell in heated puffs over your nipple.
This was how you came to be in a new kind of service to your Master Frankenstein, and how you found your wrists and ankles fastened to a laboratory table by metal cuffs, unsure of whether you would experience pleasure or pain. Or both.
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summary: hiding your relationship with spencer isnât easy when the hotel walls are thin and the sex is giggly.
genre: smut, fluff word count: 1k
tags/warnings: secret relationship between coworkers, stupidly in love spencer & reader, oral (f receiving), p in v, trying and failing to be quiet during sex, nosy BAU team, no use of y/n. 18+ MDNI
prompt: here a/n: ahh the final whisper week fic! thanks for hanging out with me all week long đ«¶đŒ
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The hotel is hushed in that late-night way that makes even your heartbeat sound suspicious, so when you hear a soft knock at your door, it nearly startles you. Youâre halfway to it when a whisper slips through the frame:
âFBI, open up.â
You bite down a laugh, unlock the latch, and Spencerâs there, already smiling.
âYouâre late,â you whisper, tugging him in by his tie.
âI was being stealthy,â he murmurs, then kisses you before you can say anything else.
It starts easy â giggly and soft â but you feel the switch when he exhales against your mouth. He presses you back against the door, one hand cradling your jaw, the other skimming your waist as if to confirm youâre really here.
âWe have to be extra quiet,â he whispers. âThis hotel has particularly thin walls.â
âThen donât make me laugh,â you respond, immediately giggling again when he starts dotting your face all over with kisses â the tip of your nose, your cheekbone, your hairline, the corner of your mouth.
Itâs a practiced routine by now: Spencerâs tie loosens, your shirt buttons surrender, and he lifts you into his arms before laying you down on the crisp hotel sheets that suddenly feel way too formal for the way heâs looking at you.
Kisses trail down your throat, careful where he knows youâre ticklish. When you gasp his name, itâs too loud and you slap a hand over your mouth, scandalized by yourself. He makes a dying-man noise, eyes bright with something fond and feral. âI said to stay quiet,â he teases, then presses two fingers to your lips. âI can help with that, you know.â
You go lightheaded at the implication and take them in, a slow, ridiculous suck that frays his composure. âYouâre impossible,â he whispers adoringly. âPerfect, but impossible.â
He withdraws his fingers and continues his descent down your body, his mouth finding you quickly, almost too gently at first. You fist the sheets, then his hair, then the headboard behind you when itâs too much and not enough all at once, and he just⊠stays. Keeps going. Lifts his head only to breathe out praise before dipping back between your thighs, intent and unhurried.
When you start to pull away from how good it is, he keeps you steady, soft grip at your hip, humming like a promise against you. The sound vibrates straight through your bones. He slides two fingers inside, careful, and you come apart against him within moments. Itâs not loud â you swear it isnât â but you feel him chuckle against you when you clamp a hand over your mouth again, just in case.
âHi,â you breathe when the room finally puts itself back together.
He kisses your knee, your thigh, the edge of your stomach. âHi.â Heâs flushed and undone and, quite possibly, the most beautiful thing youâve ever seen.
You pull him up your body and kiss him with whatâs left of your composure, feel the hard line of him against your hip. You thumb his belt open and he goes very still, checking your eyes the way he always does. You nod. Yes. Always yes.
âLook at me,â he whispers, fitting between your thighs. One hand cradles your jaw; the other laces your fingers above the pillow. The first push steals your breath and he hushes you with a kiss you feel all the way down your spine.
âGod,â he mouths against your cheek, and you hook your leg over his hip in answer. He shifts an inch, angling your knee exactly where he wants it with his palm and groans into your throat. You both shush each other, laughing helplessly into a kiss like teenagers.
It crests fast because itâs him and because the night is short and because the way you feel about each other has never been a subtle thing. You fall apart around him with his name in your mouth and his hand tight around your fingers. Spencer follows a heartbeat later, lips and teeth against the curve of your neck to keep from waking the whole floor. He stays inside you for a long second that feels like forever, then eases out and gathers you close, leaving an open-mouthed kiss at your jaw.
âSo stealthy,â you whisper with a giggle.
â
Morning puts both of you back in suits at the local precinct. In the conference room, you and Spencer review the crime scene map with straight faces like you werenât just memorizing every inch of each otherâs skin in a hotel bed six hours ago.
The team watches from across the room, smirks barely contained.
Emily doesnât look up from her tablet. âI spotted Reid sneaking back into his room at 5am.â
Morgan shakes his head, grinning. âShe was wearing a cardigan that looked suspiciously like one from Pretty Boyâs collection when I saw her in the lobby this morning. And he keeps tugging his collar up to hide whatever the hell she left on his neck last night.â
Hotch caps his pen, the corner of his mouth almost curling. âAs long as it doesnât affect their work,â he says mildly, âwe can be happy for them.â
âHappy for who?â you ask, appearing with a stack of witness forms, all wide-eyed innocence.
âFor the local PD,â Emily covers smoothly. âThey finally fixed their copy machine.â You shrug and get back to work.
JJ leans in. âDo we tell them we know?â she whispers.
âAbsolutely not,â Emily says. âThe illusion is half the fun.â
Morgan grins. âTen bucks says they get married and still try to cover it up.â
Hotch cuts in: âStop gambling on your coworkers.â
Spencer re-appears with two coffees, setting one down in front of you, and you thank him without looking. He reaches to untwist your lanyard, and both of you freeze for a half-second â muscle memory betraying you â then step apart in perfect sync.
Across the room, JJ and Emily trade a look, and Morganâs grin widens.
Profilers know a tell when they see one â and they also know when to leave it be. Not secret so much as quiet, and for now, thatâs enough.
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Thatâs what made you fall so hard for the younger Winchester; his toothy smile. You thought Dean was attractive, but he was too much like his father But Sam- Sam, he was so gentle and sweet. You always got distracted when you were looking for cases when the news was quiet.
Youâd catch yourself looking at his intense expression as he scrolled through the web. Occasionally, youâd get a chuckle out of him when Dean had left into the kitchen to grab another beer for himself.
You had flicked a piece of popcorn at him and heâd glanced at you with a challenging smile. âReally?â
Smugly, you leaned back in your chair. âWhat are you going to do about it, Sammy boy?â
âOh, thatâs it.â he chuckled before scrapping his chair away from the table and waltzing around to the other side where you sat. He grabbed your cheeks between his forefinger and thumb and kissed you hard, just as Dean had returned from the kitchen.
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Summary: You realize your feelings for Adrian are deeper than you know. But, is this the right thing?
The sun was shining in your room when you woke up. You were a bit groggy, but that feeling disappeared when you turned on your back and saw Adrian sound asleep next to you. He's facing you and has a little smile plastered on his lips. In this light, he looks angelic with his soft curls. You close your eyes again to take in the moment. Cursing Harcourt because she made a point. The feelings you've had these past few days with Adrian are emotions you thought we'd never encounter. He stirs in the bed, moving closer to you, and wraps his arms around your waist. His biceps are flexing a bit, which sends tingles down your leg. God, he looks so good, and he's unaware of it, you think. He opens his eyes, and they sparkle in the light.
"Good morning", he says. His voice was raspy from sleep. You want to jump on him right away, but stop yourself.
"Morning", you reply.
He's caressing your arm and beaming when he looks at you. It melts you.
"You look amazing, even with a little sleep in your eyes", he says.
You blush. Why are you feeling so shy? You literally watched porn with the dude and had crazy car sex just last night. So, why do you want to bury your face in the pillow and hide away?
"You're just saying that because I let you hit", you respond.
"Hit? I would never hit you", Adrian sounds concerned.
"No, I meant like we had sex and that's why you're saying I look good", you explain.
He looks at you with a sad expression like your words truly hurt him. It made you feel disgusting that you could make him feel that way.
"I've always thought you were gorgeous. Even before us bonding", he clarifies.
Harcourt was passed out on her couch when you entered. She wasn't answering her phone and you knew where the spare key was.
"Girl, this is not healthy", you say. Walking around her apartment, bottles were littering the ground. Dirty bras in the kitchen, and don't get started on the bedroom. That bed was a nuclear wasteland.
"Uh, what are you doing?" Harcourt dazily asks.
"Cleaning, it looks like a serial killer lives here", you respond.
"How was your night? You get all sexed up by that little freak", she slurs her words.
"Emilia, are you still drunk?" You ask. You've stopped cleaning and stare at her with a worry expression.
"Don't, don't look at me like that", Harcourt sits up holding her hand to her head. She sits with her head between her knees.
You sit next to her. "Its okay", you say. You can see a tear roll down her face and she holds your hand tightly.
It broke your heart to see your friend in such a miserable state. You didn't want to leave her side but had no choice. Duty called, and the city wouldn't save itself. You hug Harcourt goodbye and suggest you go out again. "Maybe this time to a movie or shopping", you suggest. She nods yes in agreement, although her eyes say otherwise.
As you set up your gear and equipment for another stakeout, your phone buzzes. You check, and a message pops up. I miss your boobies, it reads. Another ding. I'm sorry, I'm not trying to objectify you. I miss all of you. Another ding. You look sexy in your work clothes. That last message makes you look around your adjacent area. Then you spot him, behind an oak tree, peeking at you.
"Adrian, get over here right now", you say in a hush but strong tone.
"Sorry, I just needed to make sure you were okay," he says while jogging over.
"Are you serious? I'm working and you're distracting me", you say.
He looks down at the ground. "I just wanted to see you again", he replies.
It hurts you deep down to be so harsh but you've worked hard to prove yourself as someone capable of protecting people. You couldn't let anyone ruin that especially not a man.
"I'm sorry, Adrian. Its just... I can't be distracted while im out on the field", your voice softens a bit. You place a hand to his chin, lifting up his face to meet yours. You place a gently kiss on his lips. He falls into you, picking up the momentum, running his fingers through your hair.
"Not here, okay", you pull away breathing heavily.
"When?" He sounds a little bit desperate.
"Meet me at my house in about an hour", you assure him.
"Promise", he says.
"I promise", you reply.
He kisses you again before running off turning on some random street. You sigh, you want to go and be with him. You want to spend all your time rolling in bed with him wrapped around your legs. You want to wake up every morning to his beautiful dimples and piercing green eyes. You want him to text you suggestive limericks or stupid facts about birds. Hell, you'd even appreciate a dick pic or two. But, you can't, you can't throw away years of hard work because some hottie decided to become obsessed with you. You had to end it. Ending it before you get into deep.
Adrian was sitting on your front porch when you arrived. He was eating a bag of potato chips and he smiled when he saw you.
"Hi, sweet cheeks", he says.
"Come on", you reply opening your front door.
He gets up quickly before you can step in. Holding your hips from behind and kissing your neck. You close your eyes in sweet disposition. He knows exactly what will turn you on without fully understanding.
You guide him inside, and he eagerly begins to strip his suit off. You want to tell him to stop. You want to tell him that you can't do this anymore. But, he looks damn good in his underwear where the moonlight hits him just right. You also start to take your clothes off. You don't realize that he's staring until you look up and see his mouth wide open.
"What?" You ask.
"Damn, you are absolutely the most beautiful creature I've ever seen", he muses.
You feel yourself growing hot around your cheeks. He seems to have that effect on you now, a response like fire.
Before more could be said he is on you. Kissing up and down your lips and neck. You kiss him passionately as he takes your panties off.
"I want to taste you", he whispers. Dropping down to his knees lifting your legs one by one and throwing your panties to the side. He begins licking your inner thigh which causes you to let out a moan. He grabs your lower back bringing you in closer so that you can swing one leg over his shoulder as he buries his face into you.
"Oh my God, Adrian", you say breathlessly. His tongue invades your favorite spot and it feels like what heaven must feel like.
"You taste like peaches", he says catching his breath before going back in. This time he's much more precise in the way he eats you out. Encouraged by the way you pull at his hair. You feel it, the rush that comes before you arrive and you can't help but hold his head with your thighs as you come.
"Adrian! That was amazing", you manage to say.
He looks pleased with himself, wiping you off his mouth.
"Really, you think so?" He asks. Grabbing you again by the waist to pull you closer.
You stop for a minute to look at him. If you don't say something now, you'll never get it out.
"Adrian, there's something I have to tell you", you begin.
He pulls away from his hug to gaze at you.
"Whats that?" He asks. Beginning to kiss your chest again.
"Ummm, I don't think that..." You couldn't finish the sentence. His tongue on your nipples sent goosebumps down your body.
"Whatever, just fuck me", you say.
He answers by throwing you over his shoulder and slapping your ass. Placing you down on your living room carpet. He slowly enters you, this time he wants to take his time. He groans as he thrust. Its different you sense. They way he's looking at you, touching softly at your breast, holding your neck but won't dare to press down. He isn't fucking you, he's making love to you, or what he would call extreme bonding. You hold him close. His face pressed to yours. His breathing picking up as he starts to bring up his pace.
"God, I love you", he whimpers. He doesn't stop when you don't answer. He keeps kissing you rapidly as he comes. Lying his head on your chest, leaving small kisses on your breast. You run your fingers through his hair.
"I love you too", you reply.
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