àł i suck at writing m sorry if this sucks. very self indulgent. probably really ooc.
~3.9k wc || praise kink; fem reader; oral (f receiving); p in v
âthat didnât hurt too much, did it, hĂ€schen? thank you for letting me mark you all overâ. lohen cooed, caressing your cheek with one hand while heâs hovering over your body splayed out under him on the soft mattress.
heâs painted the canvas thatâs the skin of your throat with beautiful splotches of purple and red. every single hickey earned you sweet nothings, âyou taste so wonderfulâ, âyou look so pretty covered in my love bitesâ. lohen played rough, sinking his teeth into your skin and suctioning his lips as if he were biting from the most divine fruit. it was all necessary to leave dark, lasting marks. it was no fun when they faded quickly. the darker and bigger, the deeper his love for you, after all.
he was slow, savory, admiring every single mark, licking them gently after to soothe the stinging pain. it made his heart flutter when he knew little blood capillaries were bursting when he painted you. you had no clue, you were just mewling softly and holding his head against your body, not wanting him to depart.
âyou deserve a reward. i know i can get a little too excitedâŠyou did so wellâ
lohen pressed a slow, chaste kiss against your lips before crawling off of your body, the mattress dipping with every move as his knees dug into the plush below you. he reached over to the nightstand next to your bed, rolling open a drawer to fumble with something crinkly. he snatched it out before shutting the drawer to return to you. a sheet of plastic wrapped paper� he carefully ripped the package open, tossing aside the trash. then, he uses his nails to pick up something, a circular piece between his fingers. your eyes go crossed when you focus on his hand going for your throat, feeling him press on a..sticker?
âgood jobâ his voice laced with honey, fluttering his eyelashes when he looks down at you with love. he waves the sticker sheet in his hand, turning the paper to you to reveal an array of colourful, decorative choices. they all have some sort of positive message, meant to uplift the receiver. oh, and did it lift up your arousal. praise was one thing to get you instantly wet, and now being rewarded with stickers? it was oddly fulfilling.
he chuckled seductively as he put the sheet on the bed, lowering his body so your noses brush against each other, his leg slotting between your thighs. his blue-red eyes stare lovingly in yours, a soft smile playing at his lips. his breathing is soft against your skin, it tickles your face when he speaks again.
âyou wanna know how much of a good girl you really are for me? you never believe me when i say youâre doing wellâŠsoâŠâ
his eyes glance over to the stickers, then back at you. he presses another kiss against your lips, pulling back slowly to barely leave a few inches between you.
âletâs see how many you earn tonight, hm? does that sound fun, meine liebe?â
lohen is extremely generous with you, because no matter what you do, youâll always be perfect in his eyes. so when heâs suckling on your breast like a parched man begging for a drink, heâs already getting ready his third sticker to gift to you. his tongue swirls around your pebbled nipple, lips shrouding your areola as he tastes your soft flesh. heâs careful not to bite here, only slightly grazing his teeth for extra stimulation, but never more than a nibble. he knows your body well, knows what it needs, and what it can take. and lohen will never push the limits unless you give him explicit permission. so for now? heâll treat you like the princess you are.
without looking, he takes off a sticker and holds it between his fingers. feeling you writhe under him makes the bulge in his pants grow uncomfortable, tight, but heâd never put himself first. your breasts are littered in love bites, he canât ignore a single inch of your skin. he pulls away with a pop, saliva glistening as he messily kisses your breast. once done, he brings his free hand to knead gently, rolling your nipple between his fingers, adding just enough pressure to get you to squirm.
âah, so perfect. you were made for meâŠjust look how beautifully it fits in the palm of my handâ
he gives your breast a few good strokes before grazing his hand away, wiping off any remaining saliva so he can place his next sticker. âfantastic!â it reads in a bold, golden yellow, to match his bold feelings for you. he hums in satisfaction, at his artwork and at the 3 stickers placed on your body already.
he kisses the sticker he just placed, gradually trailing his lips lower and lower down your body. he adores every twitch and gravitational pull towards his face, he doesnât dare hold you down to contain yourself. once he gets to your bellybutton, he rises, looking up at you with hooded eyes.
âcome here, hĂ€schen. you donât mind if i move you, do ya?â
upon your response, lohen pulls you down by your waist, shifting you towards the edge of the bed. he climbs off, making sure to grab the childish stickers with to set aside on the floor beside him. he settles on his knees, nudging his body between your legs. he adjusts his view to be front and center with your vulva, licking his lips in anticipation. he lifts the backs of your thighs to let you rest your legs on his shoulders, spreading you wide open so he can properly dine. he exhales hotly against your core, making you shiver and buck your hips. he breathily laughs, flicking his eyes up to watch your needy face.
his lips start at the insides of your thighs first, wanting to work at the sensitive skin. you canât have dessert before dinner, oh no. he nibbles and sucks at the soft, squishy flesh, biting a little harder than when he did your breasts. you try not to squirm too much to not throw off his game, yet you canât help but magnetize to the movement of his lips, chasing the warmth.
he peppers kisses all around until he finds sweet spots to attack, leaving more marks. itâs his favourite thing to do, claiming your body. not because youâre his property, but because youâre the love of his life. he has the privilege to leave traces of his love, itâs a grand honour to take you this way. thatâs why you find your inner thighs sprinkled in more beautiful splotches and bites. and most importantly, another sticker. it smiles, a cute glaggle with rainbow letters arched above its face. âwonderful!â
âso reactive and patient for me, good job, meine liebe. thank you for letting me mark you some more. here, an extra, for giving me this opportunity.â
it would be almost comical if people saw how courteous and polite lohen was for you, a completely different image than whatâs been created. he prides himself on his chivalry. adding another cutesy sticker to your thigh, next to one of his favourite hickeys accompanied by faint bite marks, he smiles fondly.
his lips kiss the sticker, gradually going in a line to your needy cunt. he leaves a long, hard smooch at your folds, fluttering his lashes shut as he savours the taste of you. a breathy moan leaves his mouth when he pulls away, murmuring something under his breath.
âmein gott, so gutâŠâ
he dives back in with a wild hunger, like youâll run away from him any second now. he practically makes out with your lips, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses as he grows a little addicted to the taste and scent of you, digging his nose against your clit while his lips focus on smooching your cunt whole.
when you place your hand on his head to simply hold him, just to feel something, he takes it as a sign to go further. he slips his tongue between your folds, going as deep as he can as he curls his tongue upward, as if heâs licking the most delicious ice cream. he laps greedily at your dripping core, not hiding just how much heâs obsessed with eating you out. his tongue works slow, but presses with a deep desire, making you feel every lick.
his soft, guttural groans as he eats you vibrate against your body, sending shocks down your spine. you canât help but arch off the bed, his movements getting more intense. just as you think it couldnât get any better, lohen pulls away for just a second, pleading eyes looking up at you. he grabs your hips for his own stability, fingers pressing in just a little to not bruise. he might float away in ecstasy.
âhĂ€schen, pull my hair, press my face into you, suffocate me. let go. keep making those pretty soundsâŠâ
without another second to pass, lohen aims for your clit, carefully kitten licking before enveloping it in his mouth like a lollipop, suckling gently to not harm the sensitive organ. he desperately wants to taste you again, but, he knows heâll grab more of your sweet juices when he keeps focusing on your clit. he pulsates his tongue, finding the perfect rhythm at your reactions. the more you grow rough and restless with him, the closer he knows you are. he doesnât bother with edging or teasing you, youâre his princess, you deserve the world. so when you buck your hips and plead, engulfing his face between your thighs as you sing like the most beautiful bird, heâs cumming too and giving it his all.
lohen stifles a moan, choking on his own breath when he feels himself spill warm cum in his pants, getting off just from the taste and sound of you. he rides out your high, still assaulting your clit with his mouth, feeling you twitch as your sensitive nub pulses in pleasure. when youâve calmed down, he glides his tongue back down to your cunt, slurping up every last drop of your arousal, his treat for making you cum. itâs messy and impolite, like he never learned proper manners at the table. but it doesnât matter, heâs too pussy-drunk to care how desperate he seems to lick up every last drop of your nectar.
he pulls away with huffed breaths, a lopsided smile when he trails his eyes up at your blissed out face. his tongue is probably destroyed from how long and hard he ate you, but he doesnât care. it doesnât matter, as long as you feel loved and amazing. heâs awfully cute covered in your mess.
âscheiĂe, your performance was perfect. you sounded so beautiful! good girl, very good girl for cumming on my tongueâŠâ
another cute sticker is placed on the inside of your thigh, closer to your sex this time. âsuper!â it reads, a radial pattern of blue and yellow behind it. he wonât tell you he placed another stickerâreading âyay!â with another glaggle smiling wideâbecause he came too. you just assume an orgasm earned 2 stickersâŠ
you didnât think lohen was an egotistical man, it puzzled you when he grabbed a ruler to measure his hard cock while your legs were idly spread for him. he just smiles warmly like nothing odd is happening. once heâs marked the ruler, he sets it aside and shakes his head, tossing his bangs out of his eyes, cleaning their position up so he can properly look you in the eye while heâs holding the backs of your thighs with his hands now, lifting you in the air.
ever so carefully, he lines up with your hole, slowly pressing himself in raw and stretching out your tight walls when you give him the green light to go. you make lustful noises on instinct, causing lohen to crack a nervous smile, eyebrows knitting together when he keeps the movement of his hips slow as he nudges deeper inside. every ridge and soft gush from the mixture of the inner workings of your vagina and slick bring shivers down his spine. with how slow heâs going, you swear you can feel every contour of his veiny cock, twitching slightly inside with excitement. it feels addicting at now his cock stretches you, swallowing him perfectly.
âbreathe, schneeflocke, almost there.â
he seems to let out a sigh of relief as soon as his pelvic bone presses against you. composing himself, he brings back the ruler and puts it against your bodies. with his free hand, he peels back a sticker and places it where the nick was. oh.
âbeautiful, you took all of me so well.â
lohen stays still for a few seconds, letting you adjust to his size and get used to the feeling of his cock again. youâve had sex multiple times before, but itâs never fun to rush into anything. heâd rather your body be completely ready than assume anything so he wonât hurt his princess. he hums as he gazes into your eyes, pressing your thighs further in, against your body, so now his frame is completely hovering over yours while he folds you.
âgood girlâŠthis doesnât hurt, does it?â
the mating pressâŠso intimate, so deep. just the way you two like it. he kisses your lips slowly, messily. his lips taste of fresh mint after he brushed his teeth so you wouldnât have to taste yourself through his saliva. when you give him a queue that youâre ready, he draws out his cock and rolls his hips forward, pushing balls deep, making you feel his full length once more. lohen glides easily through you, having been dripping wet for him, and his previous orgasm.
his cock pumps into you slowly, but firmly, the hushed sound of skin slapping and juices mixing fill your ears, an erotic sound that makes lohenâs heart race. while heâs starting off, it gives him time to admire your figure below him, burning the image of your pretty face in his memory. heâs stored away countless memories like these, but there can never be too much of a good thing. he studies your face carefully, analyzing every expression. everywhere your eyes go, how your eyebrows react, how your mouth moves; he uses the smallest reactions for personal cues. and when you react just a certain way, biting your lip or keeping your lips parted as you pant softly, hands grabbing for his body, it drives him to go faster.
he notices how your brows curl upwards, like you want to ask him a question. your hands press against the back of his shoulders, almost a command. you donât need to make a sound for him to notice you need something. he chuckles, bringing his face down close to yours, unintentionally deepening the position, as if it were even possible, his cockhead just kisses the edge of your cervix, always perfectly hitting your g-spot. you could say he was made perfectly just for you, physically and emotionally.
âneed something? use your words, meine liebe. âm all ears, âm all yours.â
he doesnât need to be asked twice when you request for him to go faster. he resisted fucking you like a wild animal, but he canât help but fill the desire to mate like a bunny in heat, to show just how crazy you make him. with permission, he pounds harder into your sensitive, gummy walls, grunting with a half dazed smile. he holds onto your body tighter, his knees digging into the mattress. every thrust makes the bed groan. âowâŠagain?â it must be crying, while the headboard knocks against the wall âjeez!â. with permission, he lets himself go, slamming into you. the noises of the bed are no match for his lewd sounds, moaning and gasping as your pussy perfectly tightens and squelches around his cock.
lohen pays no mind to how his body is coated in a light layer of sweat, how between your legs is a creamy mess, slapping your dripping juices on his body. your core drools the better he pistons into you, dribbling out underneath on the bed sheets. the sticky, wet sounds fill the room with every other dirty sound. his cock is so deep, making you see stars while he keeps rubbing against that ridged area inside of you, making you forget your own name. he makes you feel dizzy, completely helpless under his body.
your hands have now made their way to his back, he reassured you it was okay to claw at his skin, to dig your nails in. âthe more it hurts, the more i know im doing goodâ he huffed. you took his word for it, he seemed to enjoy every hot swipe at his back, biting his lip almost hard enough to draw blood. he hopes your ministrations will leave marks tomorrow, if he can paint your skin, you can too. lohen swallows dryly and speaks with a hushed voice, like a secret is waiting to be told.
âgod, youâre so beautiful. you look so beautiful, meine liebe. please, keep singing for me like the angel you are. donât care if youâll blow my eardrums out, please let me know iâm taking good care of youâŠâ
he tries to shut up, he really does try, but he canât contain his voice. not when it feels this good. he wants to hear you clearly, but it canât be helped that involuntary whimpers escape his throat. he feels himself getting closer, but he doesnât dare let his rhythm get sloppy just yet. he tries to keep his composure as best as he can, stuttering and losing his train of thought when he attempts to whisper sweet nothings to you.
âyou feel so amazing, hĂ€schen. youâre so fucking perfect for meâŠs-such a good girl taking all of it. h-hereâŠâ
with a shaky hand, lohen plucks 2 stickers from the pack. you canât even look at them properly with how your eyes roll to the back of your head, his cock slamming against your g-spot so perfectly, stretching your walls and teasing your cervix as he loves you with every atom in his body. one sticker is placed on your belly, the other on your public bone, careful to dodge any hair you might have. once he composes himself again, he continues at his relentless pace, giggling just a little when he realizes just how many stickers you have on your body because of how lenient he is with this reward system.
you can feel his cock twitch inside of you while noticing that his rhythm goes sloppy, his hips plowing at an irregular pattern, slipping up a couple of times. he blinks rapidly, trying not to let his eyes roll to the back of his head. he needs to watch you arch off of the bed, needs to watch you drool, needs to watch you come undone by his cock alone. however, he enjoys the sight of you too much, the fun is coming to a close. whimpering pathetically, lohen knits his eyebrows together. he tries not to grip on your body with too much force, pushing the pads of his fingers against your thighs rather than digging his nails in.
âhĂ€schenâŠâm so close. please, can we cum together?â
his words are so sweet, contrasting the ruthless drive of his hips against you. heâs brought a free hand down between your legs to rub at your puffy clit, double stimulating you. he lustfully laughs when you squirm and buck your hips to chase your high, hissing in arousal when you scratch at his back, enough to make him bleed slightly. he begs you to hold him closer, if closer was even possible. at this point, youâre one step away from completely merging together. his fingers create a delicious friction, going fast enough that chasing a second orgasm isnât hard for you. you plead and writhe, warning him youâre close. he smiles wide and dives down to capture your lips with his, savouring the taste of you before feeling his climax. he doesnât let himself go until you cum first, breathily chuckling when you mewl his name out as your orgasm crashes over you. his hips keep moving, his fingers still rubbing, riding your high out, milking it as much as possible. because when he does this, you babble out innocent âi love youâs, panting with every thrust.
âgood girl, i love you so muchâ!â
his praises are cut short when he hitches his breath, grunting loudly before moaning loudly, shakily, as his orgasm hits him.
âscheiĂe, hĂ€schen!â
lohen whines, yanking his cock out of you before warm, white ropes shoot from his tip, spilling all over your body. his thick cum coats your abdomen and breasts, painting you once more for the night. the finishing touch for his art piece. his chest heaves when he comes down from his high, mouth agape while he dreamily looks into your eyes, full of love. he lazily grins wide and huffs a laugh before peppering kisses all over your face. he lets your thighs down slowly from the position, now just balancing above you with one hand on the side of your shoulder.
âmein gott, you were perfect! you look so beautiful when you cumâŠi wish i had it on film! iâd watch you a thousand times over, meine liebeâŠâ
youâre a little hurt when he looks away from you for too long, but you suddenly realize heâs been meticulously searching for the perfect final sticker..the last touch for his artwork. lohenâs eyes light up when he finds exactly what heâs looking for. he places it right on the tip of your nose, keeping an admiring grin on his lips. âoutstanding!â, it proudly read with a bright shooting star. he lightly kisses it before backing away, counting all of your rewards. there ends up being 9 stickers in total, lohen cheers for you and all your achievements while he wipes away his cum with a towel he had ready on the nightstand.
his praises donât stop when he guides you to the bathroom to take a shower with him, heâs genuinely sad that he has to peel all the stickers off so soon, but clean up is important. heâs careful with your slouched body, occasionally pressing soft kisses against your shoulders and temples while he cleans you up, acting like your personal servant. itâs the least he can do for making your legs turn into jello.
his praises certainly donât stop when youâre lying in bed together, recalling every wonderful moment you had while youâre safely in his arms, his nose nuzzling against your neck, your chin above his head. he takes in the scent of you, consuming your warmth under the covers. lohen holds you tight against his body, clinging onto his lover for comfort. heâs tired too, after all.
âsee? you were such a good girl for me tonightâŠi wonder if you can break your first ever record of 9 stickers next time.â
