hey! Can I request nsft male f/o images when your f/o sees that youâve been stressed out lately and want to help you ârelieve some stressâ
i am a biiig fan of this concept oml, this is gonna be a long one
you just can't stop worrying about even the tiniest things lately, and your f/o really hates to see you so on edge. so far no usual relaxation method like listening to music or going on a nature walk managed to help, so he comes up with a new idea.
he tells you to lie down on the bed and close your eyes, which makes you assume it's another meditation exercise - but then you feel his lips make contact with your neck.
"shh, sweetheart, i just wanna help." he mumbles sweetly, his hands already roaming your body under the clothing. "just relax and don't think about anything, yeah?"
agonizingly slowly, he starts to make his way towards your crotch, and honestly? your anxious thoughts are already somewhat more quiet, all because your anticapation of when he will finally touch you there is taking up most of your brainspace. he strips you with swift moves, and he wastes no more time with finding your most sensitive area with his mouth - he has his own limits when it comes to resisting you.
he tastes you with gusto, his tongue switching the pace between quick, playful licks and lenghty, careful ones. he manages to put you into a hazy state with his teasing, but this fleeting sensation doesn't seem to be enough - and that's given away perfectly by how your hips buckle into his face. he flutters his eyelashes up at you, his hands still sliding along your body, almost like he wants to read the tenseness of your muscles beneath your skin, and would you look at that? they're technically becoming liquid smooth from his actions, so it's only fair if he makes you 100% relaxed now.
"could you lay on your stomach, my love? you can do that for me, right?" the response to his question comes as a couple of eager nods, and by the time his grip settles on your hips, you're ever so desperate to get those last bits of stress fully out of your system.
he knows it anyways that none of those negative emotions will have space to stay - he fills you up so well, so much, leaving you no chance but to be endlessly occupied with just how full you are. he presses you into the mattress with his body, his palm now underneath your lower stomach as he begins to move in you with confident, long thrusts. skin meeting skin, breathy whimpers escaping both your and his mouth, his praising in the form of slurred syllables composing an arousing lullaby - all that seems to add up to the formula of a tranquil, eased up mind.
seems like all you needed afterall is his special kind of medicine for your aches and sorrows to finally die down.
