Sitting at your vanity desk, you put on the last touch to your make up, straightening up in delight. You mentally gush at your look, your eyes bright and alive. Behind you the door squeaks open, footsteps creeping closer and closer. Two big and warm hands clamp down on your arms, rough fingers lightly rubbing your skin. He leans down and places a small peck on your neck.
"You look absolutely beautiful, love."
The whisper sends a shiver down your spine and you smile, tilting your head up to meet his entrancing eyes. If you're honest with yourself—and you always are—it's not fair for him to be this beautiful without putting in as much effort as you do.
Tonight, you're meeting up with a few friends. It was planned all week long and you couldn't wait for the day to come. Now that it's here, you're practically vibrating in your fluffy chair, the fabric smooth underneath you.
"You're good to go?" He asks, his lips lingering under your ear, leaving behind opened mouth kisses. You let out a breathy sigh, nodding as you get up, him taking a step back. His hand finds your waist, turning you around and pulling you in for a deep kiss. "You have everything you need? Phone? Charger? Lip gloss? Perfume?"
You smile and lift your purse. The little rhinestones gleam under the light, pink and sparkly. He just chuckles, shaking his head, probably asking himself how this tiny purse can contain everything you need. You don't blame him, you don't know yourself.
Inside the restaurant is warm and intimate, lit mostly by soft amber lights. It feels cozy and romantic all at once, the decor chic and modern. The waiter leads you towards your table, big enough to accommodate your little group. Your boyfriend steps up, letting go of your hand for a second.
He pulls out your chair, back to holding your chair as you sit down, a shy smile on your face. You'll never get used to how thoughtful and caring he is. He really is one of a kind.
He places a tender kiss on your finger and lets go, rounding the table to take his seat in front of you.
"Oh my god! It been so long!" Anna, one of your bestfriend, squeaks as she goes on a tangent about the last time you saw each other. Two months, the longest you've gone without catching a glimpse of her. The two of you had been very busy, nothing too serious. Just life getting in the way. "I missed you so much!"
You grin, holding out your hand. She takes it with a flourish, her baby blue acrylic nails flashing for a moment. Her bracelets cling together as she intertwines your fingers together, her warmth spreading through you.
"I missed you too. I can't believe it's been two whole months."
As you get pulled into the conversation, you can feel your boyfriend watching you, his eyes warm. You cast him a glance, mouthing a light "what?". He just shakes his head and you shrug going back to talking with Anna and your other friends.
"Are you ready to order?" The waiter asks, standing at the end of the table, his pen at the ready. You all place your orders, some choosing beef or duck and, others like Anna, choosing something lighter like chicken breast or pasta. "Alright."
As the night carries on, you feel warmer with the wine buzzing through you. In front of you, your boyfriend catches your eyes once again.
You nod, putting a mouthful of your dish in your mouth. He goes back to eating, cutting a small piece of his steak. The meat melts in his mouth, tender just how he likes it. He closes his eyes in pleasure, savoring it.
You chew slowly, observing him before a mischievous idea sprout into your brain. You glance down, stretching your leg until you can touch him. Startled, he looks up and narrows his eyes at you. You don't look up, acting normal, smiling with your friends as your foot slowly and sensually trails up his calf. His grip tightens around his fork, lips pressed tightly into a thin line.
"Stop it." He hisses under his breath.
You don't. The front of your heels touches the inside of his thigh and you feel him tensing up.
"This is so good." You moaned jokingly, lifting your head to stare into his eyes. You smile innocently, catching the way his breath shudders, the way his jaw clenches. And his eyes, oh his eyes. They promise you what he doesn't voice. "Isn't it, baby?"
You tilt your head, faking worry when he doesn't answer immediately.
"Baby? Are you okay?" You reach over, your fingers brushing his in comfort. "Is the food not to your liking? Is it too… hard?"
Besides you, Anna turns towards him, eyebrows pulled low. She glances down at his plate and back at his face.
"Is there something wrong with it?"
Your boyfriend clears his throat, grabbing his own drink and gulping it down.
"Everything is fine." He looks at her, smiling slightly. "Just spaced out for a second."
Anna stares at him and shrugs, going back to her meal. As soon as she turns away, he glares at you.
The warning in his voice isn't lost on you. Still, your foot continues its way up, up, up until finally, you find what you've been looking for. You grab your wine, sipping slowly as you press down on his growing bulge, finding delicious the way he sucks in a breath.
"Fucking hell." He mutters, his left hand coming down, under the table and gripping your ankle. He doesn't push it off or stops you from doing your thing, simply holding it, his thumb stroking your skin in shapeless patterns. "You're killing me here."
You hum, pushing harder against him. His utensils fall from his grasp, the metal clinging against glass. The group looks up, concerned.
"You good, mate?" Adam, one of his friends, tilts his head. "You look like you're about to choke or something."
"Yeah, I'm good." He lets good of your ankle, standing up. The hard on he has is barely concealed, only partially hidden away when he puts his hands in his pockets. He doesn't glance at anyone, walking away swiftly. "I'll be right back."
"Is he okay?" Sophia, sitting next to Anna, whispers.
Anna casts you a knowing glance and the both of you erupt into giggles. You feel hot and bothered, shifting in your seat without anyone noticing. It doesn’t take long before he comes back, sitting back down rigidly.
You don’t touch him for the rest of the night, avoiding the heat in his eyes every time he tries to make eye contact with you.
“ ‘m sorry,” you babble, spit dribbling down your mouth and staining the sheet. Ass up in the air, hands bounded behind your back, the belt restraining you snaps taunt against your wrists. “ ‘m sorry.”
“Are you now?” He mocks, pushing the pink toy harder against your clit. The vibration makes you cry out, your body tensing as the heat coils low in your belly. Just as you are on the verge of your imminent orgasm, he pulls back, ending whatever relief you were about to have. “Awe, is my good girl crying?”
He leans over, wiping your tears away. You don’t know how long it’s been, how many times he has denied you. At this point you can’t even form a coherent thought, your juice sticky between your thighs. You shift back, pushing into his hand.
“Ah, ah, ah.” He tuts, smacking your ass. The flesh giggles, the sting of it reaping a loud moan from you. “It’s a punishment, remember?”
You don’t answer, lost in the ecstasy. Your sobs turn louder, pussy clenching around nothing. You need your release and you need it now.
“Please, please, please!” You beg, barely opening your eyes to look at him over your shoulder. “I’ve been good. I’ve been so good. Please… please let me cum.”
He chuckles, heavy palm pushing on your back. You arch a little more, your body responding positively at his simple touch.
“Hmm,” he jokingly pauses, his head tilting. “Were you? What about your little stunt at the restaurant? Hm? Something about the food being too hard, right?”
He turns the vibrator on its maximum, the little toy glistening under your lamp’s light. He grins, downright filthy as he pushes it all the way in. Your body reacts before your mind does, slamming down on it. You burry your face in the damped sheets, moaning long and hard. Goosebumps erupts on you, your skin a furnace. You don’t know if this is a nightmare or one of your best dreams coming true. You’re overstimulated, your little ball of nerves completely numbs under his assaults. The room smells like sweat and sex, the air humid. You’ve never been so turned on before.
“Please, please!” You plead once again, throat raw and sore from beg and screaming your lungs out. It’s too much and not enough. You need him, you need him now. “I want you. Want you inside of me. Please!”
He groans, jeans painfully tight. He adjusts himself, deciding whether you deserve it or not. Finally, he gives in. It’s been over an hour and while he enjoys punishing you, he also enjoys satisfying you. And if his girl—or brat really—wants him where she needs him the most, who is he to deny her?
“Alright, baby.” He coos and stands up, getting rid of his clothes, pink toy forgotten. His dick springs free, hitting his abdomen. He leans towards, gripping the sheet tightly in his fists. He almost ends up busting a nut just from the little contact. His tip is red and angry, veins popping on either sides, begging for any sort of attention. “Fucking hell.”
He places himself behind you, stroking his length a few times before lining himself up with your soaked walls. He pushes in, grunting, no time to adjust needed. “Imma pump you full, gonna breed you. Fuck—that’s it. Taking me so well.”
He hisses as you clench around him, your voice too hoarse to whine properly. “Yeah? You like that? Like the thought of being stuffed full?”
His hand finds your clit, rubbing it just right. It doesn’t take long before you cum, gushing around him.
“Holy shit! You really needed that one, huh?” He smugly says, thrusting harder, faster. You don’t answer, obviously. Too fucked out to do anything but take what he gives you. “Fuck—”
It doesn’t take long for him to follow you, tipping over the edge. His hot, thick and sticky rope of cum shoots out, filling in you up like he promised. You can feel him everywhere, feel him dripping down your shaking tights. Your writs are raw from pulling too much on the belt, legs burning from staying in this position for too long. Still, you don’t complain while he uses you however he wants it.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he pulls out, softened. He goes right back to being the kind man that he is, untying you. His thumb rubs your red skin, eyes round and guilty.
“I’m sorry.” He turns you over, lying you comfortably against your pillows. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
You hum, smiling. You’re still trying to catch your breath, your brain mushy but not enough to ignore his distress. “Baby… I liked it.”
He sighs in relief. “Don’t move, I’ll get you a towel.”
You open one eye, staring at him with a little glare. It doesn’t have any heat behind it and when he realizes why, a smirk tugs at his lips, something cocky going as swiftly as it comes. “Right, not like you can. Pretty sure you don’t feel your legs right now.”
He doesn’t give you the time to snark back, disappearing into the bathroom. Minutes later he comes back with a warm towel, kneeling in front of you. You hiss when he presses a little too hard, still sensitive in all the best ways.
“Sorry.” He throws the towel in the basket, lifting you in his arms. “Come here, let’s get you all cleaned up.”
You smile, looking at him lovingly. “I love you.”
Your boyfriend glances down, mirroring your smile. He presses his lips against your temple, his fingers tightening around your body.
Welp, second time writing smut and I still don’t know if I like it..
