━ (18+) your subby boyfriend is so needy for you
He was already a complete mess, and you’d barely touched him. On his back beneath you, wrists loosely held above his head, chest rising and falling fast as he looked up at you with those big, desperate eyes. He was hard and leaking against his stomach, already gone with nothing but a look from you.
“Please,” he whispered, voice soft and shaky. “Please, I need you… please touch me.” You straddled his thighs and dragged one finger slowly up the underside of his length, watching the way his whole body jerked at the lightest contact. “Thank you— fuck, thank you,” he breathed immediately, like even that tiny bit of attention was a gift, a prized possession. “Please keep going. Please, I’ll be so good.”
You wrapped your hand around him properly and gave him a few slow strokes. He moaned loudly, hips twitching up into your fist. “Thank you, thank you— please don’t stop,” he babbled, eyes glassy. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. Please let me cum… I’ll wait as long as you want, just please don’t stop touching me.”
You leaned down and kissed him slowly while you stroked him a little faster. He whimpered into your mouth, every other breath coming out as another quiet please or thank you. When you finally sank down onto him, taking him inside in a smooth motion, his head fell back against the pillows with a broken sound. “Oh my god— thank you,” he choked out, hands flexing under yours.
“You feel so good. Please use me. Please ride me however you want— I’ll take it, I promise. Thank you for letting me feel you.” You started moving, slow and deep, and he just kept going — a steady stream of soft, desperate gratitude and begging spilling out of him with every thrust.
“Please… please don’t stop. Thank you, baby. Thank you for using me. Please cum on me, I’ll be so good for you—” By the time you finally let him finish, he was shaking and almost crying from how long he’d been holding back, still whispering broken little thank yous against your neck as he spilled inside you.
