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My name's Jitaross, but you can call me Jita, I'm a 21-year-old French woman, still studying.
I've started recently to read and write fanfictions, so be kind with me, i'm quite new to all of that! As English is not my native language, I'm sorry in advance if you notice any mistakes or syntax errors, I'll improve (I swear), but I'm very keen to get writing advice or even corrections for my writings!
Here's the fandoms i'm writing for :
Arcane 💠
League of legends in general beyond Arcane 💥
Stardew Valley 🌾
Dating Killmulator 💀
Hazbin Hotel 🗝️
Twilight 🩸
Stranger Things 🎲
And maybe more soon!👀
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Summary : After a day of teasing Cain relentlessly, he decides you need a little reminder to not mess with him.
TW : Choking (with choker and hand), oral (male receiving), p in v, fingering, unprotected sex, slight rough sex, soft!dom!Cain, spooning, creampie, teasing.
Pairing : Cain x fem!reader
Words count : 4.2k
The entire day had been a war zone of subtle provocations, teasing, and little nudges designed to get under Cain’s skin. You’d been up early, slipping past him in his office at the university while he tried to focus on his paperwork, brushing against him just enough that he felt it, letting your fingers linger on the edge of his hand when you handed him the coffee you’d grab from Florian at the cafeteria.
"Careful." He had muttered, voice clipped, but you only smiled sweetly and tilted your head, letting your hair brush his shoulder.
"What? It’s an accident if I touch you."
By mid-morning, it was hard for him to maintain his composure while you perched on the couch he installed just for you, swinging your legs and scrolling through your phone. You let your gaze flick toward him now and then, smirking innocently when he shot a look your way.
"Are you seriously staring at me again?"
"I’m not staring."
Cain grumbled, but his jaw tightened, and you could see the faint flush creeping over his cheeks. That only made you laugh, soft and teasing.
You’d skip school in the afternoon just to do this the whole time, leaning into him “accidentally” when he passed by, whispering jokes meant to make him flinch, even leaving little teasing messages on his desk, “Thinking about me?”, “You’ve got a big problem, Mr. Montgomery”. Cain had tried to scowl, tried to walk away, tried to ignore you… But he hadn’t. Not once.
By evening, you could feel the tension coiling around him like a live wire, and the satisfaction that came from seeing his jaw tighten was almost as exciting as the anticipation of what was coming.
Once at his home, earlier than him, you lounged on the couch, phone in hand, half-heartedly scrolling, pretending to be absorbed in your messages, when the faint sound of the front door clicking made you glance up.
Before you could react, a shadow fell over you, and a hand came down on your shoulder.
“Finally… All day, huh?” Cain’s voice was low, amused and lingering with slight annoyance. You froze, heart skipping a beat, just as his other hand gently lifted a choker.
"Cain… what-"
You started, glancing at him, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he bent slightly, bringing the butterfly-shaped choker up to your neck. The moment it touched your skin, a thrill ran through you, both from the gentle pressure and from the sudden dominance he radiated.
"You’ve been teasing me all day." He murmured, the smirk in his voice unmistakable.
"Abel taught me a few things… Thought I’d try them on you."
Your fingers twitched against the couch cushions, a nervous giggle escaping.
“Oh, really? Abel taught you? That’s why you have such a mark on your neck? It was from a choker he put on you?”
You teased, trying to keep your usual confident tone, though the weight of the rope in his hand and the subtle squeeze of the choker had your pulse spiking.
“Haha. Very funny.”
Cain let out a low forced chuckle, tugging lightly at the rope attached to the choker.
“I think it’s time you learned that actions have consequences. Especially when you mess with me.”
You swallowed hard, feeling a thrill curl in your stomach, heat pooling between your thighs as Cain’s eyes darkened, fixated on yours. He stepped closer, the rope brushing lightly against your neck, a warning and a promise all at once.
"Now, come with me." He ordered, tugging gently but firmly on the rope. Your heart raced as you let him guide you toward the bedroom, the choker a constant reminder of his control.
"Cain… You’re ridiculous."
You murmured, a shiver running through you despite your attempt at sass.
"And you are insufferable" He countered, his voice low, teasing, dangerous.
"Perfect combination isn’t it?"
Every step closer to the bedroom made your pulse pound harder. The day-long teasing, the playful nudges, the flirtations, it had all led to this. You were kinda at his mercy now, tingling with anticipation, and Cain Montgomery, usually so composed and dominant in his own way, was about to show you just how far his control could reach.
The moment the bedroom door closed behind you, the rope tightened ever so slightly, the choker pressing gently against your skin, and Cain’s grin widened, dark and knowing.
“Strip.” He commanded, voice low, playful but edged with steel.
Cain was standing there, eyes dark and fixed on you, the rope and choker still lightly pressing against your neck. The sight of him, his smirk, the way his chest rose under his shirt, the gleam in his eyes, made your thighs squeeze together in anticipation.
A mischievous grin tugged at your lips.
“You’re staring already again?”
You teased, stepping a little closer. Then, as if on cue, you started to move, swaying your hips slightly, dancing slowly just for him. Your hands lifted to your shirt, fingers brushing over the fabric, tugging it just enough to hint at what’s underneath.
Cain’s eyes darkened, and a low chuckle rumbled from his chest.
“Careful… Or I might… I don’t know…” His voice broke off, and he swallowed visibly, already affected by the sight of you.
You smiled and let the shirt slide over your shoulders, teasing him with slow, deliberate movements. Your bra came next, the straps falling with a soft snap against your skin. You kept your eyes on his, watching the way his pupils darkened, the way his jaw tensed and his hand twitched ever so slightly.
“Like what you see?” You murmured, letting your fingers trace lightly over your bare skin, drawing out the tension.
He groaned, a soft, wet sound that made a shiver run down your spine.
“You’re… Gorgeous, you know that?”
“Am I?”
You countered, tilting your head and letting your hair fall over your shoulder like a curtain, teasing him. You stepped closer, hips swaying deliberately, feeling the rope tug lightly at your neck as a reminder of his control.
Your pants were next. You slid the button open slowly, inch by inch, letting the zipper fall with a soft click. Each movement was exaggerated, a little dance, teasing him with every shift of your hips. Finally, your panties followed, and you paused for a moment, letting the fabric slip over your thighs, revealing your bare skin to him fully.
Cain’s eyes widened as he noticed your gaze flicking toward him, toward the bulge that was already pressing against his pants. You reached out, fingers brushing the edge, trying to stroke him. But before you could even get a proper grip, he tugged sharply on the rope, making you gasp.
"Bad girl."
He murmured, voice low, amused. The rope tugged lightly at your neck, a little warning, and you instinctively sank to your knees.
“Hey! I was just… Testing you.”
You pout, voice breathy but playful, letting your fingers linger a little on him anyway, daring him.
Cain leaned closer, smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Testing me, huh? You think you’re in the position for?” His hand hovered near yours, teasingly close, but not quite stopping your touch.
A moan slipped past your lips as you felt the pressure of the rope, the warmth of him beneath your fingers, your pulse pounding in your ears.
“Maybe I like testing you.” You whispered, eyes glittering with mischief.
His laugh was low, almost a growl, and he shook his head, tugging again gently on the cord.
“You really are impossible.” he murmured, voice warm, teasing.
“But… I kind of like it.”
Heat pooled low in your stomach as you looked up at him, flushed and trembling slightly, teasing grin still in place. The rope tugged just enough to remind you who had the upper hand, and Cain’s eyes were locked on you, amused, and far from angry.
You shifted slightly on your knees, hips brushing the edge of him again, letting out a soft whine when the rope pulled slightly tighter. “Cain… come on…” you breathed, half teasing, half pleading.
He chuckled again, leaning closer so his lips were near your ear.
“Oh… You’re lucky I’m in a good mood tonight.”
Your fingers lingered a moment longer, daring, even as the rope reminded you just how tightly he held the reins, and Cain’s dark chuckle confirmed he was loving every second of it.
Suddenly, with a firm yank, his free hand reaches his belt, fumbling with it to unbuckle it as the zipper quickly follows next. He pulls down his pants just enough to free his cock that sprang free, long, thick, already hard and pulsing against his abdomen. The tip glistened with pre-cum, the vein throbbing lightly as Cain shifted closer. The scent, musky, sharp, intoxicating, hit your nose, making your stomach clench with a mixture of nerves and raw excitement.
"Now… Suck it."
Your hands shook as you hesitated a moment, grabbing the side of his thighs as grounding, you swallow hard, heat pooling low in your belly. You leaned forward, lips trembling, brushing against the tip. Cain’s free hand immediately threaded through your hair, holding you gently but firmly, guiding your head as your lips wrapped around the sensitive flesh. The rope tugged again, reminding you of its pressure against your throat, and the choker kissed your skin with every slight pull.
A shiver ran through you as you took him in, wet warmth coating your lips and tongue, and Cain groaned low, deep in his chest. The sound made you flush hotter, heat climbing your neck and chest. Every movement was a struggle, not just to obey, but to contain the overwhelming arousal pulsing through you.
"Ugh… God, you’re good at this."
His voice is already rough, thick with need. His hips twitched instinctively as he pressed against your face, just enough to make your jaw ache and your throat quiver. The slight choke of the rope combined with the tip of his cock pressing past your lips made your body tremble, biting back a whine.
You tried to adjust, to take him deeper, but the combination of his hand holding your hair and the rope tugging at your neck made it both thrilling and difficult. Every tiny struggle, every shift of your tongue, made Cain groan louder, low and guttural.
"Ah… Yes, just like that… You’re choking on my cock already?"
He murmured, eyes closing briefly in pleasure.
Your hands gripped the waistband of his pants for balance, body trembling as you alternated between careful movements and instinctive swirls, lips and tongue dragging over the sensitive tip. The tug of the rope, the choker pressing, and Cain’s hand in your hair created a delicious tension between you both.
"Mm- Fuck… Harder Cain."
You whined softly, tilting your head slightly, letting your lips slide lower as the rope tugged again, pulling your throat just enough to make you choke lightly. Your stomach clenched in excitement and nerves, pulse hammering as you felt him throb against your lips.
Cain’s hand tightened slightly in your hair at the moan that slipped past your lips.
"Ah… That’s it, just like that."
He groaned, hips shifting again, pressing the base of his cock against your tongue. Every small movement made your throat quiver, the choker tugging lightly as if keeping you in place, a restriction that made your cheeks heat.
You gagged slightly on the tip that slid deep in your throat, instinctively pulling back for a second, eyes watering, but Cain only chuckled, tugging the rope once more to remind you of your position.
"Don’t stop… I like that you struggle. Makes it… Hotter."
Your fingers brushed his thighs for balance as you leaned forward again, wrapping your lips fully around him. The combination of the choke from the rope, the firm hold of his hand in your hair, and the slick heat of his cock against your tongue had your whole body trembling with arousal. Each tiny gag, each suppressed whine only seemed to make Cain’s hips jerk more insistently against your mouth, and the low groans that spilled from his chest vibrated straight into you, making you shiver.
"Damn… I could- shit… Never get enough of this."
He groaned, his grip on your hair firm but not painful, tugging you in rhythm with the pulsing of his cock.
You swallowed around him, eyes watering slightly, feeling every vein, every throb, every pulse, the rope tugging lightly each time you adjusted your position. The mix of pleasure, heat, and the slight choke made your core tighten unbearably.
The tension built, every low groan and ragged breath from him fueling your own excitement, making your heart race, skin flush, and body ache for more.
“Come on… Let’s see how this goes on the bed.”
Cain pulls away, a trail of saliva linking your lips to his cock, the rope and choker coming off in a gentle tug, leaving your neck tingling in its absence.
You allowed him to guide you forward, the carpet brushing your knees as he led you to the center of the bed. His hands lingered lightly on your hips, thumb brushing along the curve just enough to make a shiver run through you.
“Lie down.” He commanded softly, voice still playful, not harsh, and you obeyed, feeling the cool sheets against your flushed skin.
Cain paused for a moment, half-smiling, as he undressed himself fully. His pants hit the floor with a soft thud, then his white shirt, revealing a toned, sculpted chest, defined abs, and broad shoulders. The subtle sheen of skin from earlier exertion caught the light, making your stomach tighten with anticipation.
“Damn…”
You whispered, eyes tracing every line of his body, heat pooling between your thighs.
He grinned at your gaze, leaning down to brush a warm, teasing kiss across your lips.
“Like what you see, love?” He murmured against your mouth, teeth grazing lightly as he pulled back just enough to let you catch your breath.
Your hands rose instinctively, tangling in his hair as you kissed back, lips soft and seeking, tugging lightly at his scalp. The way he tasted, warm and slightly musky, made your chest tighten.
Cain let his hand drift down your side, brushing lightly over your hip before slipping between your thighs. One finger pressed against your wet folds, slowly, teasingly, making you arch into him. Your breath hitched, soft moans escaping around the heat pooling low in your belly.
"Mmm… Cain… Oh…"
You whispered, back arching slightly as he slipped the finger in deeper, curling it gently inside you. The sensation was sharp, delicious, sending shivers up your spine as you felt your core pulse around him.
He grinned against your neck, trailing another kiss along your jaw.
“You’re so Tight… So good for me already.”
Then, slowly, he added a second finger, sliding them together inside you. You gasped, fingers clutching at his toned chest instinctively, feeling the heat and weight of him pressing against you.
"Ah… Two… Cain… Feels so- so good."
You whimpered, trembling slightly, hips lifting subtly into his hand. The pressure, combined with the teasing kisses he pressed along your neck and lips, made your body flush and shiver.
He leaned down fully, capturing your mouth again in a slow, deliberate kiss, teeth brushing softly against yours before pulling back just enough to whisper.
“You taste so sweet… Making me crazy.”
Your hands wandered over his chest, tracing the hard planes of muscle, pressing into his warmth, and you whimpered again against his lips. Every slide of his fingers inside you made your knees tremble, every kiss igniting the fire between you both, and the teasing back-and-forth only fueled the tension further.
"Cain… I… I can’t-" You gasped, hips pressing lightly into his hand.
"Shh… Just feel it love."
Your body was already humming with heat, every nerve alive, your core clenching involuntarily around his fingers, lips parting for him, hands gripping his shoulders as he pressed more insistently into you.
Cain slowly pulled his fingers free, a sly smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned close.
“Mmm… That was kinda fun.”
He teases you before guiding your body gently to roll onto your side. He pressed behind you, chest warming your back, the rope and choker from earlier long gone but still lingering in memory.
"Cain… what are you-”
You ask, cheeks warming as he tucked himself perfectly behind you, molding against your curves.
"I wanna feel you come on my cock." He answers, lips brushing the back of your neck, a soft kiss trailing down. His hand slid down your side, resting on your hip, teasing just enough to make you shiver.
You giggled softly, the sensation of his chest pressed against yours, warmth radiating, making your heart pound. He gave a slow, experimental stroke to his already leaking cock, the slick gliding across his hand making a wet, low sound that made your thighs clench around nothing.
"Cain… oh- Fuck…"
You moaned, hips pressing back slightly, a shiver rolling down your spine as he chuckled softly, brushing a kiss along your shoulder, playful and intimate.
“Careful… I might just lose it if you keep squirming like that.”
Without warning, his hand snaked around to one of your legs, lifting it high in the air. You gasped at the sudden stretch, chest pressing into the mattress, and then he slid himself inside you from behind. The initial slow, teasing push made you moan, a sound that vibrated against his chest and made him growl softly, loving the feel of you so snug around him.
"Mmm… Fuck… Yes, just like that."
He murmured, pressing closer, one hand still holding your lifted leg, the other running down your side, teasing over your skin.
You rolled slightly against him, hips rocking into his, every push sending sparks of pleasure through both of you. His rhythm was playful but firm, alternating between slow teasing strokes and deeper, satisfying thrusts that made your toes curl.
"Cain… You feel so big-"
You whimpered, tilting your head to press your lips back into the pillow.
He nuzzled your neck, low chuckle vibrating against your skin.
“You… You’re perfect like this.”
The playful intimacy mixed with filthy sensation, the slick, warm friction of him inside you, the way he kissed your shoulder and neck, whispered teasing words, made your body hum. Every movement, every small groan and laugh, fed into the rhythm you two created together.
"Harder… Or slow… I don’t care… Just don’t stop,"
Cain’s grin widened, teeth grazing your ear softly.
“Don’t worry, I don’t plan to stop as long as I keep hearing you moan.”
The pace quickened gently, playful and loving, hands sliding over your body, his chest warm against yours, hips perfectly aligned with yours. Each stroke drove you higher, the friction unbearable, every push paired with whispered words and kisses that made you feel utterly adored.
Your moans mingled with his low groans, creating a symphony of warmth and intimacy. When he pulled you slightly closer, his grip tightening gently on your leg, you whimpered softly, chest pressing into his, feeling the perfect balance of playful dominance and loving care.
"Cain… Oh god… Yes- Keep going.”
He chuckled, brushing a soft kiss along your temple.
“I love this… Love you my pretty.”
And you, flushed, trembling, and clinging to him, whispered back between moans.
“I love you too… Cain, so much.”
The two of you moved together, playful, filthy, and utterly loving, every thrust and touch a mixture of pleasure and intimacy, hearts pounding, skin slick, and laughter escaping amidst moans of delight.
You pressed your hand against Cain’s arm, pushing gently, trying to take control of your lifted leg yourself. Your chest heaved as heat pooled between your thighs, slick and throbbing with every press of his hips against you. With a shiver and a trembling gasp, you whispered softly, voice breathy and teasing.
“Cain… Choke me.”
His laughter was low, dark, amused, vibrating against your ear.
“Oh, you naughty girl… You really loved that, huh?”
His lips brushed the back of your neck as his hand slid around gently, thumb teasing the sensitive skin of your throat.
Then, ever so slowly, he tightened his grip just enough to make your pulse spike, to make your chest press tighter against his. The first wave of pressure was sharp but delicious, a mix of heat, thrill, and the intoxicating loss of control that made your breath hitch and your core tighten violently.
"Fuck-"
You gasped, toes curling against the sheets, body arching into his chest. The feel of his hands on your throat, his hips moving inside you, and the kisses trailing down your neck all at once was dizzying, and you moaned softly, shaky and weak with arousal.
He whispered low, teasing in your ear.
“So good… So tight around me… God, you feel perfect.”
His lips pressed along the back of your neck, teeth grazing lightly, sending little shocks of heat down your spine. Each movement of his cock inside you combined with the pressure of his hand on your throat made your stomach clench, a delicious ache radiating down to your core.
Your breath came in short, trembling gasps. The pressure on your neck, just firm enough to make your chest constrict, mixed with the friction of him inside you, and every stroke, every tease, every tiny grind made your head spin. You were painfully aware of how fragile you felt under his hand, how thrilling it was to feel both safe and entirely at his mercy.
"Harder… please-"
You whimpered, tilting your head into his shoulder as your hands dug into the sheets. The rope from earlier may have been gone, but the choke, his grip, the closeness of him behind you, and the perfect alignment of your bodies made you shiver uncontrollably.
The pressure on your throat intensified, and the sensation of being gently strangled sent your body into a state of acute, exquisite tension. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, heartbeat hammering in your ears, warmth pooling in your core, muscles tensing, almost trembling, your lips parting around ragged moans. The combination of helplessness and pleasure makes you dizzy, your mind hazy with need, your body felt like it was burning.
As he thrust harder, moving in perfect rhythm with the pressure of his hand, your walls clenched instinctively around him. The sensation of being lightly strangled, controlled yet intimate, made your core pulse even more violently, every grind pushing you closer to the edge.
"Cain… Oh god… I- fuck…"
You moaned, legs trembling, gripping his forearm for grounding, feeling the exquisite tightness, the gentle burn around your neck, the delicious friction of him inside you.
He whispered against your neck, teeth grazing lightly.
“You love this don’t you?”
The words, paired with the firm, steady pressure of his hand, sent shivers racing down your spine, pooling into your chest, and exploding low in your belly.
The more he moved, the more he pressed, the tighter his hand around your throat, the closer the two of you spiraled together. Your body felt suspended, on fire, dizzy, trembling, every nerve alive. The room was filled with your moans, his grunts and the exciting sound of his pelvis slapping against your ass, skin slapping against skin in a lovely rhythm.
"Cain… I’m… I’m so close… fuck-"
You whined, body quaking as waves of heat pulsed through you.
His grip intensified slightly, just enough to drive you over the edge, his lips pressing along the back of your neck, teeth grazing lightly, low groans vibrating through you. Your walls clenched around him, slick and trembling, your whole body shuddering in ecstatic release, legs trembling, chest heaving.
Cain groaned deep and low, thrusting sharply, feeling his own tension snap as his cock pulsed inside you. Your cries, your shivers, the helpless delight in your chest, every gasp, every quiver, drove him to the edge as he spilled inside you, white ropes of cum painting you gummy walls, his body pressing perfectly against yours in that spooned embrace.
For long moments, you both shivered together, hearts pounding, sweat-slick and sticky, breaths ragged and mingling. Cain loosened his grip gently, turning you slightly for you to rest against him, body still trembling, flushed and satisfied, letting his warmth wrap around you as your pulse slowly settled, the thrill of the choke and the intimacy of being held close leaving your head dizzy in the most perfect way.
"Cain… That… Wow…" You murmured breathlessly, nuzzling into his chest.
Cain pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, fingers brushing lightly through your damp hair.
“You okay?” He murmured, voice low and tender, watching you carefully.
You nodded, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips.
“Yeah… I’m okay.” you whispered, curling closer against his chest.
He chuckled softly, nudging the blanket over the both of you.
“Good… sleep now my love.” He murmured, wrapping an arm around you.
Warmth and exhaustion wrapped you together as your eyelids fluttered shut. The soft rise and fall of his chest beneath you, the quiet hum of the room, and the lingering heat between you both lulled you into a peaceful sleep.
A part two of your headcanon about jim hopper pleeeeease i'm craving for it it was so good but take your time sugar i love you
Age gap romance with Jim Hopper part 2
Summary : What is it like to be in love with a man who is a little older than you? but it’s part 2
TW : slight smut
Pairing : fem!reader (in her 20s) x Jim Hopper
Words count : 600 words
A/N : I didn't know the word "howdy", just learned it thanks to you! Here your dose of headcanons, enjoy ❤️
↬Part 1
❧Hopper, in his own awkward but earnest way, will try to act like he’s your age just to impress you. The sight of him sitting in the armchair, newspapers spread out, headphones on, listening to your Walkman cassettes, is both weird and hilarious. When he catches you watching him from the doorway, amusement sparkling in your eyes, he clears his throat and straightens up “A problem?”.
❧Hopper is obviously experienced when it comes to bed. He knows exactly what he’s doing and isn’t shy at all to show it. He’s tried a lot, learned a lot, and loves teaching you even more. When he tries something new and hears your moans growing louder, it turns him on like nothing else, encouraging him to push you even further. And when you do something he taught you last time, he can’t deny that he’s feeling kinda proud and slightly smug.
❧Hopper chuckles at you struggling with new piles of administration work, watching you grunt and sigh, tearing through stacks of forms, muttering about how impossible it is. When you’re about to throw the papers in frustration, and he finally steps in, lending a hand with that arrogant attitude of his when he has the upper hand “Was that really so hard?”. You can act annoyed at him all you want, his help is definitely genuine.
❧Hopper loves it when you take a bit of control. Normally, he’s the one calling the shots, but when you step up between you two, he plays along, pretending to listen to your commands while being very amused, and maybe a little challenged. But if you push too far by ordering him around, he’ll definitely make you regret it once you’re both in bed.
❧Hopper has a habit of giving you sweet, intimate names, “sweetheart” “love” or sometimes “good girl” slips out naturally in the heat of the moment. You tried calling him “daddy” once, and he freezes instantly. He definitely didn’t like it, you both stopped after that and you never tried again after seeing him up at night on the porch, smoking like a chimney whereas he was supposed to stop. But calling him “chief”? That turns him on more than almost anything else, he can’t help himself, and it shows with sudden deep thrusts.
❧Hopper totally respects your decision to continue your studies. He never complains about the long hours you spend in class or buried in your books, if anything, he encourages it. “You’re doing great, sweetheart. Keep at it” he says with a smile and a ruffle of your hair when he walks by behind you having a hard time studying on the couch. In the evening, he loves the little moments when you finally get home, sharing sweet conversations about your completely different days. You tell him about lectures, exams, or friends, and he tells you about his cases, his small victories, or the dumb things that happened at the station.
❧When you’re out with Hopper, some people can’t help but comment on your age difference. When you talk to people without him, people say things like “That’s cute how close you are from your father” “Your boyfriend doesn't mind that you’re spending a lot of time with him?”, not realizing he’s not your father AT ALL. At first, you try to laugh it off, insisting on how it’s nothing like that, but the comments keep coming. Eventually, you give up on justifying yourself, just skipping and getting onto the next conversation or brushing it off with an almost inaudible and exasperated “Yes”.
Summary : The boys like to have their little with you while you're tied up against the bed.
TW : For Cain's part : bondage (wrists and ankles tied to the bed), dom!Cain, rough sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (female receiving), teasing, dirty talk, edging, orgasm denial, nipple play. / For Abel's part : bondage (wrists and ankles tied together), soft!Abel, praising, clit play, masturbating (male and female receiving), fingering, body fluid (cum on skin), reader flustered, slight insecurities, praising. / For Florian's part : dom!Florian rough sex, p in v, creampie, teasing, unprotected sex, slight forced gag, bondage (hands cuffed to the bed), a bit of praising.
Pairing : Cain x fem!reader / Abel x fem!reader / Florian x fem!reader
Words count : 6.2k (Cain : ~2k, Abel : ~1.6k, Florian : ~2.6k)
A/N : Finally back, I hope you'll enjoy, we'll finish slowly but surely the kinktober! I wrote that a while ago and finished today, hope I didn't repeat myself too much..
Cain Montgomery :
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the lamp flickering on the nightstand. You can feel the tension in the air, that delicious mixture of anticipation and mischief Cain always radiates when he’s around.
"So… Are you ready for this?" He asks, smirk tugging at his lips as he searches into the closet for ropes and cuffs.
Before you can respond positively, Cain guides you onto the bed, pressing you flat against the cool sheets. Your legs are forced wide, ankles secured with soft ropes tied firmly to the foot of the bed, leaving you completely exposed. Your arms are spread as well, wrists cuffed to the headboard, leaving your chest lifted and your body utterly vulnerable beneath him.
The sensation of being immobilized, legs splayed, arms stretched, makes your pulse spike, heat pooling low in your belly. Every inch of you is on display, every twitch of your body a signal for him to take, and Cain drinks it all in like a damn predator savoring his prize. His eyes roam over your curves, lingering on your parted thighs, your flushed chest, the way your body trembles under his gaze.
Your body instinctively arches, hips lifting slightly against the restraints, and Cain’s smirk deepens, already plotting just how far he’s going to push you.
"Look at you, tied up for me like this."
His hands trail lightly along your thighs, teasing the soft skin above your bound legs, making you shiver, the hairs standing up along your body. Your stomach twists in anticipation as he leans down, pressing a firm kiss to your lips, then letting his hands explore your body, starting with caressing your waist, slowly going down your hips, thighs, inner thighs.
Every touch from him is calculated, his cock already hard as he studies your reactions to his touch and kisses. You gasp when he drags a finger along your wet slit, feeling the slick mix of fear and excitement build. Cain’s voice is low, barely above a whisper, each word another tether around your arousal.
"Don’t even think about moving or trying to get rid of the ropes… I’ll make you regret it."
The sensation of being fully at his mercy, tied up and completely exposed, makes your core throb. His fingers glide expertly over you, teasing, pressing, drawing out every moan and gasp until you’re squirming against your restraints. Cain leans closer, lips brushing your earlobe before he trails hot, wet kisses down the side of your neck. Each kiss leaves a small burn, a tickle that makes your back arch involuntarily. His tongue flicks along the hollow at the base of your throat, drawing a sharp gasp from you, muffled by the moans that already escape.
His hands continue their exploration, going back up to cup your breasts and rolling your nipples between his fingers, teasing until they harden under his touch. Then his lips follow, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along your chest, nipping lightly at the sensitive flesh. You shiver violently, chest rising and falling, a startled yelp escaping as he clamps a soft bite onto one nipple, sucking gently as he drags his teeth along the peak. The pleasure is electric, addictive and you arch your back, hips pressing instinctively forward, trying to get friction with him, your thighs trembling with want.
He doesn’t rush though. Cain lingers, alternating between teasing licks and gentle bites, fingers kneading your other breast in time with his mouth, making your body writhe. Your hands pull at the restraints instinctively, desperate to feel more, desperate to anchor yourself to him. Your lips part, letting out breathless, muffled moans as he swirls his tongue over your hardened nipple, biting and sucking with just enough force to make you gasp and shiver, your back arching in a desperate plea for more.
Then he starts his descent. His lips press a slow, deliberate trail of hot kisses across your stomach, dragging soft nibbles along the curve of your hip, down over the sensitive skin above your pelvis. Every kiss and touch of his teeth against your skin sends little jolts of heat straight into your core. You squirm under him, thighs trembling, moaning softly into the empty air, the combination of anticipation and arousal leaving your stomach tight with desire.
Finally, he reaches your pussy, pausing just above it, his warm breath ghosting over your folds. Your thighs already apart, feet straining against the ropes as your wetness glistens in the light. Cain dips his tongue out tentatively, dragging it lightly over your clit, tasting your arousal. The sensation is exquisite, sending shivers from your core up through your chest, your stomach feeling like it’s looping. Your breath catches, a shuddering whine escaping, and you feel your knees twitch against the restraints, hips lifting slightly on their own as your body presses toward him.
He doesn’t stop at the tentative lick. Cain’s tongue swirls in slow, deliberate circles, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves at the very center of your pleasure. You squirm, hips pressing into the empty air, trying to get more of his mouth, core throbbing, breath hitching with every flick of his tongue. Your clit is exquisitely sensitive, every soft stroke making your thighs tremble, every little press of his warm, wet tongue sending a ripple of heat and longing through your body.
Your hands clench the leather cuffs instinctively, back arching with want, chest rising and falling, as he alternates between soft, teasing flicks of his tongue and firmer, demanding strokes. Your entire body feels alight, trembling from the exquisite, maddening contrast between the gentle kisses, playful nips, and now the direct, hot, wet attention on the core of your pleasure.
Cain’s eyes are on your face, smoldering with hunger as he watches you writhe beneath him, each shiver, each gasp, each yelp reflected in his own growing desire. Your moans, soft and breathless, seem to fuel him, and he shifts slightly, letting his tongue slide deeper, flicking along your sensitive folds, making you clench, shiver, and cry out.
Cain’s tongue continues its relentless assault, swirling, flicking, pressing just where it makes your core ignite, and you can feel it building, tight coils of heat knotting in your belly. Your ankles tremble against the cuffs, back arching desperately, and every nerve in your body is lit on fire.
Just as your hips begin to jerk forward on their own, your orgasm threatening to crash over you, Cain pulls back with a slow, deliberate motion. The sudden absence of contact makes your clit ache painfully, and a frustrated whine escapes your lips, muffled but unmistakable.
"C-Cain… please… don’t stop! What the hell?!". You manage to somehow complain, voice breathless, desperate, voice shaking against the night air.
Cain leans close, smirking down at your flushed, wet body. His hand grazes your cheek, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear, eyes dark with amusement.
"Oh… You want it so badly, don’t you?" He murmurs, voice low, teasing.
"Look at you… Squirming like a filthy little slut, begging for more."
You can only whimper in reply, chest heaving, your core twitching helplessly as your fingers pull at the restraints in vain.
Cain shifts slightly, gripping his already hard cock through his pants. He gives a few slow, deliberate strokes, watching your body writhe in anticipation, your moans now a mix of need and frustration. The sight of you tied up, dripping for him, and gasping at his teasing fingers sends a deep, primal hunger through him.
"You think you’re going to come without me, huh?" he smirks as his voice is low, arrogant, full of lustful promise.
"Not tonight, sweetheart… Not until I’m ready."
Then, without warning, he moves, straddling you atop the bed. Your legs are still splayed, arms pinned, completely at his mercy, and he positions himself at your entrance, letting you feel the weight of him before he slides in.
The first inch is slow, deliberate, testing, teasing, then he bottoms out, letting you feel the full thickness of him filling you. Your gasp is muffled, restrained by your arousal and the intensity of the moment. His hands grip your hips firmly, thumbs pressing into the tender flesh, holding you perfectly in place as he begins a slow, powerful thrust.
"God… You’re mine, only mine"
He says as his hips start rocking with a deliberate, relentless rhythm.
"Every gasp, every moans… It all belongs to me."
Your body trembles under him, moans spilling despite yourself, chest heaving, nipples still sensitive from his earlier teasing. Every thrust hits deep, pulling a loud, ragged gasp from you. You’re on fire, your nerves are screaming, your walls are clenching u, ging him to go faster, to take full control.
Cain leans down, pressing his lips to your neck, biting gently as he drives into you, his pace slow but punishing, making your head spin with heat and want. You can feel every vein, every hardened muscle, every deliberate movement of him, completely consuming.
"And you’re not even close yet. You’ll have to take it like the good little slut you are."
The combination of his dominance, the cuffs holding you in place, the edge he’s pushed you to, and the weight of his cock inside you sends your body into a trembling, needy mess. Every thrust, every grind, every groan from him drives you closer to the brink, and you know, in that wicked smirk of his, that Cain is determined to make you not walk straight tomorrow.
Cain’s smirk deepens as he feels your walls clench around him, your body trembling against the cuffs. He leans closer, lips brushing your ear, voice low, rough, dripping with lust.
"You like being mine like this, don’t you? Huh? Tell me, sweetheart…"
"Y-yes… Please… Oh fuck- Cain-"
You gasp, chest heaving, core pulsing around him, desperation dripping from every word.
That’s all he needs. With a low growl, he picks up the pace, thrusting harder, faster, merciless. Each stroke drives deep, dragging long, ragged moans from you. His hands grip your hips like iron, thumbs pressing into your flesh, holding you perfectly in place as he slams into you, hips snapping with ruthless precision.
You arch your back, the leather biting gently into your wrists and the ropes into your ankles. Your nails dig into your palms as he fucks you relentlessly, each thrust hitting deeper than the last. The friction, the tightness, the sheer dominance of him drives you higher and higher, a coil of heat tightening impossibly in your belly.
"Oh god… Cain… I’m gonna… I-"
You gasp once again, voice breaking, moans spilling uncontrollably as his hips pound into you.
He leans down, pressing a hand into your back, brushing a messy strand of hair from your face, whispering with that arrogant, lust-dripping grin.
"You’re gonna come for me, huh? Cum all over my cock, come on…"
The words push you over the edge. Your walls clamp around him, slick and hot, pulling him impossibly deep. Your orgasm rips through you like fire, trembling, gasping, moaning loudly, body arching, hips jerking with every pulse of pleasure. Cain groans, voice thick and ragged, feeling your tight walls grip him perfectly, every squeeze sending him over the edge.
"Fuck… Fuck… You’re too tight-"
He rasps, thrusts jerking violently as he spills inside you, cock pulsing, filling you with hot, hard ropes. His moans mix with yours, the sounds of your release blending into a symphony of heat, sweat, and lust.
He holds you tight, letting the waves of your orgasms crash together, hips still pressing into yours, still moving just enough to savor every last twitch of your walls around him. Your breaths mingle, your chests rise and fall together, and for a moment, everything else disappears, just him, you, and the heat of the night.
Cain finally eases slightly, keeping his weight on top of you, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
"You came so hard for me. Good job love."
You shiver, exhausted, still trembling from the intensity, your body spent and sticky, wrapped around him even as he slowly pulls back, letting you both catch your breath, cuffs and ropes still holding you captive.
Abel Conti :
It’s evening, the room warm and bathed in flickering candlelight Abel lightened up earlier. Your stomach twists in a mix of nerves and excitement as you watch Abel kneel beside the bed, silk ropes coiled neatly in his hands. The thought of being tied up, wrists to ankles, legs spread wide, makes your pulse spike. A small shiver runs through you.
"I… I don’t know… Is this… Okay?" You murmur, voice trembling slightly.
“It feels… So exposing…”
Abel looks up at you immediately, golden curls falling into his eyes, his hands trembling a little but full of warmth. He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.
"Hey… It’s okay."
He says softly, voice breaking slightly with nervous excitement.
"I promise… I won’t hurt you. I’ll never do anything you don’t want. I just…Want to see you, feel you, and… Gosh, the view I’m having right now."
The reassurance makes your chest tighten in a different kind of anticipation. Your body flushes, heart racing, not just nervous, but excited. The mix of vulnerability and trust makes your core throb. You nod slowly, giving a soft, breathy,
"O-okay… I trust you then…"
Abel smiles, eyes lighting up with a mix of awe and eagerness, and begins carefully. He lifts one of your wrists, fastening the soft silk ropes around it before tying it to your ankle, your body naturally adjusting as the silk holds you snug but gentle. Your stomach twists, part embarrassment, part arousal, you can’t believe how exposed you are, yet the feeling is intoxicating.
"You’re so brave."
He murmurs, voice soft, almost a whisper as he ties the next rope, securing your other wrist to the opposite ankle. Your legs are now spread open wide, body stretched across the bed. You bite your lip, feeling a delicious flush of humiliation that makes your core pulse in response.
"I feel kinda… helpless?" You admit, cheeks heating, voice barely above a whisper.
Abel leans closer, brushing your cheek gently with his hand.
"That’s okay… I love that. It’s beautiful… And I’ll take care of you, I swear" He murmurs, voice low but full of awe.
"Just let me show you how much I want you."
Your thighs instinctively part a little more, your back arching slightly as his fingers trail along your exposed legs, just above your slick folds. Every nerve in your body hums with anticipation.
"Abel… Please… I don’t know if I can handle this…"
You breathe, voice catching as he leans closer.
"Shh… You can." He says, pressing a warm kiss to your inner thigh.
"You’re mine tonight, but I’ll be gentle… I promise."
You shiver as his lips graze your skin, and your pulse quickens, watching him, so nervous, so eager, golden curls falling over his forehead, eyes wide with awe, completely consumed by desire. Every touch, every tentative movement of his hands and lips makes your thighs tremble, your back arch, and your chest rise in shallow, excited breaths.
"You’re amazing." He whispers, voice breaking as he presses soft kisses along your thighs.
"I can’t believe I finally got you like this…"
You bite your lip, trembling, letting out a soft, muffled moan behind the gag of nerves and excitement. Your body is alive with anticipation, every inch of skin sensitive to his touch, every heartbeat screaming for him to keep going. The combination of your helplessness, Abel’s awe-struck passion, and the soft silk restraints binding you makes the heat pooling low in your belly nearly unbearable.
Abel leans closer, his golden curls brushing against your thighs as he finally hovers over your slick folds. His lips press a single, careful kiss to your clit, tasting you, teasing you just enough to make your body shiver violently against the silk restraints. The sensation is a jolt of heat so sharp it makes your breath hitch, hips pressing instinctively toward him, back arching with need.
He sits back on his heels slowly, a soft groan escaping him as he trails a hand over your inner thighs, feeling your warmth spread beneath his fingers. You watch him carefully, heart hammering in your chest, pulse spiking as his eyes meet yours with that messy mix of awe, nervousness, and lust. Every little twitch of your body, every quiver of your thighs, seems to ignite something in him.
His right side, half of his chest, shoulder, and arm, is covered with burn marks only makes him look more raw, more human, more alive in your eyes. The contrast of that small vulnerability with the intense, hungry desire in his gaze sends a delicious shiver down your spine.
Abel’s hand drifts down, lingering over your core as he begins to stroke himself slowly, thumb teasing the head of his cock, slick and hard. He’s clearly lost in the sensations, one hand still hovering over your thighs, letting your scent, your trembles, and the faint sounds of your gasps drive him higher.
You can’t help it, the sight of him, half-breathless, hand moving over himself, eyes beautifully blue with need, makes your core ache and pulse with want. Every stroke he takes mirrors the way your walls are clenching instinctively around nothing, your anticipation building painfully. Your thighs quiver, hips arch, pressing into the silk restraints in a desperate, needful rhythm.
"Abel- Oh god… I- I’m so wet for you…" You manage, voice shaking, words muffled with breathy moans. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, nipples already hard from the candlelight and your position, every nerve alive, every sense screaming with desire.
He glances down at you, a soft laugh escaping his lips as he adjusts his hand slightly, stroking harder now, not rushing but letting himself get lost in the shared heat.
"God… Look at you, all tied up, trembling like this. And just for me…" He murmurs, voice breaking with breathless excitement.
"You’re driving me insane…"
Your body writhes beneath him, chest arching, fingers tugging at the ropes instinctively, feeling both helpless and completely alive. The mix of watching him, feeling him, sensing that tiny burn along his right side as he presses closer, it’s all turning you into a quivering, needy mess.
Abel’s gaze never leaves you as he moves a hand lower, two fingers sliding into your slick folds with deliberate force. He presses against your walls, curling slightly, and you gasp, back arching, hips jerking instinctively against your restraints. Every inch of you trembles under the combination of his fingers inside you and the sight of his cock twitching in his other hand, slick and hard.
"Abel… Oh god- Yes- Fuck…" You cry out, voice breaking, chest heaving. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as the sensations hit you all at once, your core clenching tightly, legs trembling, every nerve screaming with pleasure.
He fingers you roughly now, fingers driving against your g-spot with confident insistence, and your walls clamp around him instinctively. The friction makes you writhe, every movement pulling soft, desperate moans from your throat. Abel’s free hand moves faster along his cock, each stroke deliberate and rough, syncing perfectly with the movements of his fingers inside you.
"Please… Make me come… Abel… I can’t… I’m so close-" You beg, voice breaking as your body teeters on the edge. The silk restraints hold you completely still, and the helplessness combined with the relentless pleasure is almost too much to bear.
He leans closer, breath warm against your ear, golden curls brushing your skin.
"God don’t worry… I’m gonna make you lose it baby…" He groans, voice ragged, thumb brushing along your sensitive folds in rhythm with his fingers.
Your eyes flick to his cock, slick and glistening in his hand, twitching with every stroke. The sight, combined with the relentless rubbing of his fingers inside you, the slight embarrassment you still feel from being exposed like this, sends your body spiraling over the edge.
"I… I’m… I’m gonna- oh fuck- Abel… I’m coming-!" you scream, back arching violently, body trembling, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your legs kick slightly against the cuffs, hips jerking, walls clenching around his fingers with shuddering intensity. Every sensation is amplified, your moans, the wet heat of your core, the way your body strains helplessly against the restraints.
Abel’s eyes widen, watching your face contort in pure ecstasy, golden curls falling into his eyes as he groans deeply. The sight, the sound, the way your body clenches and quivers, pushes him past his limit. His hips jerk violently, spilling hot, thick ropes of cum over your stomach and chest, some landing over your breasts, some dripping down your sides.
"Fuck- You’re so gorgeous like this." He rasps, voice broken and ragged, as he continues to stroke himself for a final, messy pulse, still captivated by the sight of you shivering and crying out beneath him.
You lie there, trembling, chest heaving, heart racing, your body coated in your combined fluids, ropes still holding you spread and utterly spent. A soft, breathless laugh escaping you, a mix of exhaustion, relief, and the lingering ache of overstimulation.
Abel leans down finally, forehead brushing yours, curls damp and sticking to his flushed face.
"You’re incredible." He murmurs, voice still thick with lust, a soft kiss pressing to your temple.
"I love you so much."
You exhale shakily, letting your body sink into the bed, utterly sated, utterly messy, and utterly his. Yeah, you love him too.
Florian Seth :
Florian stands by the side of the bed, leather cuffs in hand, violet eyes flicking over you with that rare, calculating intensity he always carries. He moves slowly, deliberate, letting you catch every glance, every hesitation, every smirk that plays across his lips.
"You know… You really shouldn’t talk so much." He murmurs softly, as if testing you, while guiding your wrists above your head.
You can’t help yourself. A mischievous grin curls on your lips even as he presses the cuffs into place.
"Oh, what, you think I’ll be scared of you, Florian? You barely know what you’re doing." You tease, voice light and playful.
Florian’s eyebrows twitch slightly, a faint flush creeping across his pale cheeks, but his hands remain steady. He secures one cuff, then the other, pinning your wrists firmly against the headboard. The restraint stretches your arms, your chest rising and falling as your fingers flex instinctively against the leather.
"Mmm… Really, you shouldn’t be so cocky with your hands like this." He says, his voice dropping lower, a soft growl under his calm tone. He steps closer, letting the cuffed leather click just slightly as a reminder of your immobility.
You arch a brow, taunting him further, eyes glinting.
"And what if I don’t care? What if I like being at your mercy, hmm?"
Florian’s smirk finally curves fully, that rare, slightly dark edge appearing in his gaze. His fingers brush against your exposed side briefly, enough to make you shiver, and his voice softens but carries an unmistakable warning.
"You really shouldn’t be talking with the position you’re in. You might regret it if you push me too far."
The quiet menace under his calm demeanor makes your pulse skip, a thrill racing down your spine. You realize that despite his reserved, cerebral nature, there’s an intensity brewing beneath the surface, a quiet hunger you can already feel in the weight of his gaze and the deliberate, slow movements of his hands.
Even cuffed, arms stretched above your head, you can’t help but tease him again, a small laugh escaping your lips. Florian tilts his head slightly, watching you, lips curling into a knowing smirk, clearly amused but tense, his patience only adding to the mounting tension in the room.
The second your skin brushes against the headboard, your chest rising and falling in anticipation, you feel a heat pooling low in your belly, slick and insistent. Your core throbs, wetness spreading quickly, almost impatiently, and your thighs instinctively press together before you remember, you can’t move your arms.
Florian watches you closely, violet eyes darkening with subtle hunger. Slowly, deliberately, he undresses, tugging his shirt over his head, letting the movement be just visible enough to make your pulse race. He catches your gaze, lips curling into that half-smile, half-smirk.
"Look at you… Already dripping." He murmurs, voice low, teasing, exciting.
"Do you think you can talk that much when you’re this ready for me?"
You smirk despite yourself, biting your lip, eyes glinting with mischief.
"Oh, I think you’re gonna find out, Florian… I can be a little… persistent."
You tease, your voice breathless, playful, trying to maintain the upper hand.
His smirk widens, but he doesn’t reply immediately. Instead, he reaches the nightstand, his movements slow, controlled. He pulls out a gag, leather gleaming in the candlelight. Your playful grin falters, your stomach dropping a little as your mind realizes what’s coming.
"D-Don’t you dare-" You start, voice firm but caught mid-word, eyes narrowing.
Before you can finish, he presses the gag into your mouth, securing it roughly enough that you choke back a muffled sound. Your cheeks flush immediately, heat rising through your neck and ears, both embarrassed and a little annoyed. The smirk that had been teasing him just moments ago fades into wide-eyed surprise, lips now trapped behind the leather, your protests silenced into soft, muffled whines.
Florian leans closer, tilting his head, studying your flushed face with a slow, deliberate intensity.
"Shh… I think this suits you." He murmurs, fingers brushing lightly along your jaw, thumb grazing your lower lip.
"Now you’ll listen… And we’ll see how long you last like this."
Your eyes dart toward him, a mix of frustration and arousal burning inside you. Even gagged, your body betrays you, hips pressing instinctively forward, slick clinging to your thighs, heart pounding in your chest. The mix of embarrassment and longing only fuels the heat between you, and Florian notices all the littles twitches, all the shivering, all the little shifts of your restrained body.
Florian leans over you, chest pressing against your own as his violet eyes darken with a mixture of hunger and mischief. His lips crash against your neck, biting hard enough to make you gasp into the gag, the sharp thrill sending shivers down your spine. Your arms strain against the cuffs above your head, your body squirming instinctively under his weight, chest rising and falling as the pressure of him pins you perfectly in place.
His hands slide down your sides, fingers brushing along your ribs, hips shifting as he presses the tip of his already hard cock against your folds. The slick warmth of your arousal coats him instantly, and a low, rough groan vibrates through his chest. The sensation of your wetness on him makes him inhale sharply, eyes flicking down to watch how your body reacts, thighs trembling, hips jerking slightly forward, muffled whines escaping the gag.
"So wet… All for me." He whispers, teeth grazing the tender skin of your neck again, biting roughly.
"God, you’re perfect like this… Can’t get enough of you."
He rubs the tip of himself along your folds, slow, deliberate circles that tease and press against your clit, letting your slick heat coat him more. Every motion makes your hips jerk under him, tiny whines spilling through the gag, shivers of arousal coursing from your core up into your chest. You arch your back instinctively, pressing against him, desperate for more friction, more contact, desperate to feel him inside you.
His teeth leave crescent-shaped marks on your neck, a trail of bruising and pleasure, while his fingers knead your sides lightly, keeping you grounded as he continues to coat himself in your arousal. Every slick glide of his cock along your folds, every bite, every press against your sensitive clit sends jolts of pleasure straight through your body.
You writhe beneath him, legs spread wide, arms stretched and restrained, trapped under him completely. The gag muffles your moans, but the way your hips grind against the tip of him, the way your back arches involuntarily, tells him everything he needs to know. He’s completely captivated by you. By the way your body responds, the way your muscles twitch under his touch, the soft, desperate sounds that escape despite the gag.
"You’re being such a good girl when you shut up." He smirks into your neck, biting again and then licking over the mark, savoring the mix of your scent and taste. He rubs himself against you more deliberately now, teasing the clit and sliding along your folds, giving you pleasure just as much as he’s taking it, letting you feel every inch of him without mercy.
Your body shudders, hips jerking, breath hitching in ragged bursts, every nerve on fire. The combination of his weight, his teeth, his hands, and the slick teasing of his cock against your wet core is enough to make your head spin, trapped between shame, need, and the delicious, torturous pleasure of being entirely at his mercy.
Florian pauses for a moment, hovering over you, his hands braced on either side of your head to steady himself. His violet eyes search your face, lingering on your flushed cheeks, the wetness already glistening between your thighs, the tiny whimpers escaping the gag. Despite the heat in his gaze, there’s a softness, a careful concern.
"I need to make sure." He starts, voice low, serious, almost vulnerable.
"Are you ready for me? Do you want this?"
Your eyes meet his, wide and desperate, lips trapped behind the gag, cheeks burning bright with arousal and embarrassment. You nod vigorously, eyes pleading, body trembling with need, trying to convey everything the gag muffles. Your pulse is hammering, core slick and aching, body begging him to move, to take control, to fuck you.
Florian lets a slow, dark smile spread across his face, tilting his head slightly as he cups your cheeks gently, reassuring despite the hunger in his eyes.
"Alright… Just tell me if you need me to stop. I mean- give me a kick. Promise?"
You nod again, breath hitching, pressing your hips up subtly, begging for more despite the restraint.
With that confirmation, he positions himself carefully, then thrusts into you with one rough, merciless motion. The sudden intrusion makes your eyes widen behind the gag, a loud, muffled yelp escaping as your walls clamp hard around him, sucking him in with overwhelming heat. Your back arches violently against the sheets, arms straining against the cuffs, fingers digging into the leather, and a few tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the intense, exquisite pain-pleasure of it.
"Fuck… You’re so tight…"
Florian rasps, voice rough, teeth grazing the shell of your ear as he lets himself sink fully into your heat. He holds you pinned with his hands on either side of your head, feeling the shivers rippling through your body, the desperate jerks of your hips, the way your legs tremble and press instinctively forward despite the ropes.
Your whimpers, muffled by the gag, fill the space between you, high-pitched and desperate. Every nerve ending is lit ablaze, the stretch, the fullness, the tight, clenching walls around him, and the helpless, restrained position leaving you vulnerable and completely at his mercy.
Florian freezes for a heartbeat, letting you adjust to the weight and the depth, letting you feel every inch of him buried inside. Then he groans, low and guttural, and pulls back slightly before thrusting again, slow at first but building in rough, merciless rhythm, his hips driving into yours as your body trembles, tears spilling freely now, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.
"You’re so warm, tight, you’re doing great love." He murmurs into your ear, voice thick, hand brushing along your cheek as he watches you struggle and squirm against the cuffs, every motion pulling a guttural moan from him as he starts setting the pace of your shared, frantic pleasure.
Florian shifts slightly, still buried inside you, and carefully sits up a bit. His violet eyes glint with hunger as he reaches for a pillow, sliding it under your hips. The moment it’s in place, your pelvis tilts just perfectly, exposing your slick, needy cunt to him. The angle makes every inch of him hit exactly where it matters, and he lets out a low, satisfied hum.
He stays where he is, straddling your waist, hands gripping firmly on either side of your hips. The weight of him, pressing you against the bed, your arms stretched above your head, amplifies the intensity of the sensation. Every slight shift, every hard press of his cock inside you is felt in exquisite detail, and your core clenches involuntarily, walls gripping him like a vice.
"You feel so good… So perfect for me." He growls, voice rough, teeth grazing your jaw as he sets a merciless rhythm. Each thrust is hard, deliberate, and unrelenting, hips slamming into yours with controlled ferocity.
Your back arches, head thrown back against the pillows, muffled cries spilling from the gag as you squirm, desperate to chase the pleasure building impossibly fast inside you. Every twitch of your thighs, every jerk of your hips against the restraints draws another guttural groan from him.
His hands grip your waist tightly, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he holds you perfectly in place, forcing you to take him fully.
"You can’t move, can’t escape… Just mine, begging and crying for me."
Your body writhes under him, slick walls clenching relentlessly around him, hips tilting desperately to chase the rhythm. Tears streak your flushed cheeks, chest heaving, and even through the gag, your muffled whines and whimpers echo off the walls, desperate, pleading, messy with need.
Florian’s thrusts become more forceful, slamming into you with precision, hitting deep, pulling guttural groans from both of you. Every pulse of him inside you sends shivers racing through your spine, every squeeze of your tight walls making him lose control a little more.
"Look at yourself. Crying, whining, begging. Just as you should be for me."
His hips snapping into yours again, merciless, unrelenting.
"You’re mine, all mine… and I’m not stopping until you come undone."
Your body trembles violently, slick heat pooling and dripping, arches pressing harder into the pillow, back straining against the bed, arms stretched taut, unable to resist him. The combination of the perfect angle, his weight, and the relentless, commanding rhythm has you utterly lost, writhing, crying, moaning, completely consumed by the pleasure he’s driving into you.
With every thrust, Florian’s cock hits that perfect spot inside you again and again, the tip of his cock pressing firmly against your g-spot. The repeated friction, the tight, hot grip of your walls, sends electric jolts through your spine, building the coil of pleasure impossibly high. Your hips jerk instinctively, pressing into him, your body writhing against the cuffs and the pillow beneath your hips.
You try to whine curses, muffled by the gag, back arching violently, chest rising and falling in ragged gasps. Your core clenches, spasms wracking your body, and heat explodes through you as your orgasm crashes over you like a wave. Your walls tighten reflexively around him, squeezing him deep inside, and you cry out in muffled pleasure, slick dripping and clinging to his length.
Florian groans loudly, head tilting back, teeth biting into the air as he feels your walls clench, pulsing around him with every shiver and twitch of your trembling body. The sensation is too much, your orgasm combined with the relentless friction of your tight, hot cunt is driving him over the edge.
"Holy fuck-" He rasps, hips snapping violently into yours, hands gripping your waist as his thrusts become ragged, desperate. The sound of your muffled cries, the way your body squeezes him, pushes him further, and he cums with a guttural, ragged roar. His seed fills you hot and thick, painting your walls white as he shudders, hips jerking uncontrollably, body trembling atop yours as he falls over you, pinning your against the bed.
Even restrained, even gagged, you feel every pulse of him inside you, every deep, wet thrust carrying the combined ecstasy of both your orgasms. Tears streak your flushed cheeks, chest heaving, body shivering violently under him as the aftershocks ripple through you. Florian’s own moans echo around the room, rough and unrestrained, his head tilted back, eyes closed in pure abandon, completely lost in the intensity of the moment.
He stays pressed against you as the waves of your climax fade slowly, hips still brushing lightly, cock still warm inside you. You’re both dripping, trembling, gasping, utterly spent, tied and completely entwined in the aftermath of your fiery release.
Florian looks down at you, brushing a wet strand of hair from your flushed, sticky face, voice soft now but still low and rough.
"God… You’re perfect, as always…"
Your chest rises and falls, gagged whimpers fading into soft, breathless moans as the reality of him still inside you sinks in. Even restrained, even gagged, completely at his mercy, you’re still deliciously full of him.
Summary : What is it like to be in love with a man who is a little older than you?
TW : none!
Pairing : fem!reader (in her 20s) x Jim Hopper
Words count : 350 words
A/N : Discovered recently Stranger Things and oh my god- I want to write on it so bad, but before writing big fic, I’ll start with a few headcanons for Hopper (and maybe other characters later), enjoy ♡
↬Part 2
❧ Hopper is hilariously lost with new technologies. The latest cassette players, VCRs, video games, and “fancy” office machines, all of this isn’t his cup of tea. And of course, you can’t resist poking fun, but he’s stubborn and slightly defensive sometimes, muttering under his breath “this is bullshit…” or even complaining to you directly “I grew up just fine without all this nonsense!”
❧ Hopper sometimes teases you by pretending to be jealous of pop culture icons or younger men (even if he doesn’t really care), then melts when you reassure him.
❧ Hopper can’t keep up with your favorite shows, music, or slang. He frowns at your pop culture references, but sometimes you catch him humming a theme song in private. He dislikes when you mock and will grumble “You’re not making fun of me… Right?” and especially when he’s genuinely trying to understand something.
❧ Hopper is fiercely protective but sometimes to a fault. He fusses over your safety, especially in public or when he thinks something might be “too much” for you. He gives comfort without words, strong arms, long hugs, holding you close when the world feels heavy.
❧ Hopper sometimes gets stuck in his own era and comments on how you dress. “Isn’t that dress a bit too short?” or “You sure you wanna wear that out?”. But whatever he thinks, you’ll still do as you want, he will get used to it at some point, right?
❧ Hopper has a sarcastic and dry humor in private moments, teasing you about your habits or reactions. Things like “Already tired? We just started!” would fill your day. Age-gap teasing is common, he’ll always make the joke “When I was your age…” to annoy you, but most of the time it’s affectionate, just a little teasing you know?
❧ Hopper, despite the gruff exterior, has insecurities about his age. He’s worried about being “not enough” for someone young and so vibrant as you. You see through his walls in quiet moments, cuddling after an eventful night, laughing together during moments of boredom, or him quietly holding your hand in public.
Hi everyone, good morning, good evening or good whatever the time is from where you are,
Tonight I'll post a quick fic on stranger things but I promise tomorrow i'll (finally) finish and post the day 12 (which was bondage with the three boys) of the kinktober on dating killmulator!
Helloo! Just wanted to say that i’ve been consuming your Dating Killmulator content (your literally carrying, im depraved of DK content 😭) But i mostly wanted to check on you, hope you’re doing okay. Take your time, eat well, and drink plenty of water. ❤️
Oh my god thank you so much 🥹❤️
I'm so so sorry for the long wait but i'm definitely back I promise!
We'll end progressively the kinktober (yes it's currently January) and I'll write few requests that I got!
Happy new year! I hope you also drink a lot of water (best drink by far) and eat well 😼
Summary : Abel decided that your day would start well.
TW : Fingering, teasing, licking release
Pairing : Abel x fem!reader
Words count : 2.3k
You’re bent over the vanity, the cold surface pressing slightly against your palms and breasts, and you can feel every nerve in your body alive, tingling, sensitive. Behind you, Abel’s presence is overwhelming, strong hands gripping your hips, pressing you against him, the warmth of his body searing through you even in your haze.
His cock slides in and out of you, thick and hot, the friction sending jolts of pleasure up your spine. Your breath hitches uncontrollably, and your thighs quiver as he thrusts slowly at first, teasing, making your whole body hum with heat. You feel dizzy, light-headed, like the world is narrowing down to nothing but the slick press of him against you and the way your stomach twists deliciously with each movement.
“Ah… Abel…”
You moan with a voice shaky, barely able to form the words. His hands tighten on your hips, fingers digging just enough to make you gasp, to keep you anchored while your body betrays you with trembles and shivers. Every thrust makes you clench around his shaft, every tilt of your hips pushing you closer to that dizzying edge that leaves your head spinning.
Your chest presses against the vanity, and your back arches instinctively, nipples brushing against the cool surface, a contrast that makes every nerve scream in pleasure. The scent of him, warm, intoxicating, his skin faintly musky, fills your senses, and you feel yourself getting lost, drifting, as if floating somewhere between reality and some forbidden, consuming fantasy.
Your thoughts grow hazy. The pleasure is so intense, so overwhelming, that your mind begins to blur. You feel light, a little dizzy, almost disconnected, and the world tilts. Every thrust, every groan from Abel, every slick slide of him against you makes your knees tremble, and you start to feel… like you could melt entirely into him.
And then-
You wake up.
The vanity, the heat, Abel’s hands, the slick, aching friction, it was all gone. Your heart is still racing, your body tingling from the vividness of the dream. Sheets tangled around you, sunlight spilling through the window. You bite your lip, cheeks flushed, a shiver running down your spine as you realize how real it all felt.
“Damn…”
You whisper to yourself, curling slightly under the covers, trying to calm the echo of sensations still pulsing through you.
And then you feel him, you see him, Abel, right beside you, propped up on his elbow, golden hair falling messily into his eyes, that crooked, knowing smirk playing on his lips. His blue gaze glints with mischief as he leans closer.
"Done with your filthy little dreams yet… Or should I give you another reason to wake up like that?"
Your cheeks flush instantly, heat pooling between your thighs, pulse hammering. The memory of the dream still tingling, the way your body had responded, and now, his presence, his voice, his smirk, makes it all rush back, more vivid than ever. You bite your lip, trying to catch your breath, knowing he can see exactly how affected you are.
“You’re not exactly quiet while dreaming…”
“Shut up Abel…”
Abel lets out a soft, playful hum, tilting his head to watch you squirm. One hand drifts lazily to your hip, resting there lightly, as if he’s testing the waters, teasing without forcing. Every small touch makes your core ache, and you can’t stop pressing closer to him, craving even the slightest brush of his skin.
"You look too good like this."
His voice roughening, lips curling into that smirk that makes your knees weak.
"Even half-awake, you’re driving me insane."
The tension builds really quickly. The kind of tension that makes your fingers itch and your thighs clench. You can feel him responding too, his cock pressing lightly against your side through the fabric, pulsing with each shallow breath he takes. A shiver runs down your spine as you lean closer, heat radiating from your body, and you realize just how badly you want him.
Abel’s hand drifts lower, fingers brushing against the waistband of your pajama shorts. The moment his fingertips press against your wetness, he freezes for a heartbeat, eyes widening, then a low, guttural groan escapes his lips.
"God… You’re already so wet.”
He’s propped on his elbow as he leans closer, watching every subtle reaction of your body. His thumb hovers over your clit for a teasing second before he begins to rub, slow, deliberate circles that make your breath hitch and your back arch instinctively.
You bite your lip, a soft moan slipping out, heat pooling even deeper in your core. Every subtle movement of his fingers against your sensitive skin sends shocks of pleasure radiating through you, and you’re acutely aware of how exposed, how achingly turned on you are.
Abel’s blue eyes darken with need as he watches your reactions, every small gasp, every shiver, feeding the hunger in him.
“Look at you… Trembling for me already.”
His teeth catching his lower lip as his fingers continue their teasing, coaxing every drop of wetness he can feel.
Your hands grip the sheets, knuckles white, hips pressing back slightly against his touch, wanting more even as he toys with you. The soft, wet friction of his thumb against your clit, paired with the intimate proximity of his body, makes your thoughts scatter, every nerve ending alight, lost in the heat of him watching you like this.
"Ah… Abel…"
He only smirks wider, savoring the sound, savoring the control, his other hand ghosting over your hip to hold you gently but firmly in place as his thumb teases mercilessly.
Abel’s teasing thumb continues to circle your clit, but then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he slips a single finger inside you. It slides in effortlessly, slick and warm, and your back arches instinctively, a sharp, breathy moan escaping your lips.
"Ah… Fuck… Abel…"
You gasp, hips pressing down, grinding against him instinctively as if your body can’t get enough. Your hands clutch the sheets, and you rock back and forth on his finger, desperate for every inch, every pulse.
The sensation is burning, his finger filling you just right, brushing that perfect spot that makes your mind go blank and your body tremble. You start to move faster, thrusting your hips, grinding yourself on him as moans tumble from your lips uncontrollably.
"Please… A second one… I need-"
You pant, voice shaky and needy, eyes fluttering closed.
Abel chuckles, low and amused, the sound vibrating against your ear.
“Already? You’re insatiable…And I barely started.”
He teases you as his thumb is still brushing your clit, watching your reaction with those expressive, sparkling eyes.
But he can’t resist you for long. With a wicked smirk, he slides a second finger in, slowly, letting you adjust. You shiver at the delicious stretch, hips tilting to take him deeper. A gasp and a moan tumble from your lips as your body stretches and molds around him, fingers curling in pleasure.
"Oh… Oh, Abel… Yes…"
You moan while thrusting down on him instinctively, grinding your hips against his fingers as if you could take all of him. Every movement sends sparks through your core, each moan mixing with his amused, breathy laughter as he keeps teasing your clit with his thumb.
Your body feels suspended in pure sensation, wet, trembling, desperate, utterly lost in the combination of stretch, friction, and Abel’s playful, commanding touch.
Abel leans closer, his warm breath ghosting over your ear, down your neck, sending shivers racing through your spine. His chest rises and falls a little heavier now, the rhythm of his breathing deepening as he watches your face twist in pure pleasure. Every moan, every shudder you make seems to draw him in more, his blue eyes dark and sparkling with mischief.
With a slow, deliberate motion, he curls his fingers slightly, adjusting inside you, and hits that perfect sweet spot, the spot that makes your back arch involuntarily and your hands grip the sheets tighter. A sharp, breathless gasp rips from your throat, your hips pressing down instinctively as if your body knows exactly what it wants.
"Ah… Fuck! Abel-"
Your thighs are tightening as his thumb continues to tease your clit. Every small curl of his fingers inside you, every drag against that sensitive spot, drives your core wild. You grind against him, rocking your hips back and forth, desperate for more, your body humming with need.
Abel lets out a low, appreciative groan, one hand braced on the bed to steady himself as he watches your reactions.
“You’re so… Responsive. Every little sound, every twitch… It’s driving me insane.”
Your breaths are ragged, cheeks flushed, and the heat pooling between your thighs feels almost unbearable. You arch harder, grinding down on his fingers, every moan and gasp mingling with his soft, husky laughs and groans as he toys with you, utterly captivated by the way your body bends and shivers under his touch.
Your moans break free uncontrollably, loud and ragged, filling the room as Abel’s fingers move inside you. Every thrust is precise, curling and pressing in exactly the way that makes your body melt and quake. You can feel him brushing that perfect spot again and again, the friction of his thumb against your clit sending sparks of fire straight to your core.
"Harder… oh fuck- Please…"
You rock hips desperately against him, grinding down on his fingers as if you could take every inch as you beg for more. Your back arches, chest pressing into the sheets, teeth catching your lower lip as pleasure rattles through you in overwhelming waves.
Abel groans lowly, breath thick, watching your reactions with hungry eyes.
“You’re so needy…”
The smirk on his lips is sharp and playful, but his voice is heavy with need. He shifts slightly, and with a teasing grin, slides a third finger inside you.
The stretch is exquisite, hot, full, and almost overwhelming. You gasp sharply, moaning louder, fingers clutching the sheets as your hips thrust down instinctively, molding around him. Every curl of his three fingers sends delicious, shivering jolts through your core, each movement perfectly timed, each push deepening your pleasure.
"Oh… Oh god…"
You cry out and your head tilt back, eyes fluttering shut, body trembling. The combined sensation of stretch, friction, and his expert fingers curling just right makes your mind spin. You can feel your orgasm building rapidly, heat pooling and pulsing, every nerve screaming for release as Abel watches, groaning and adjusting just enough to drive you wild.
Abel shifts slightly, eyes glinting with mischief and desire, and presses his thumb down hard on your clit. The sudden, firm pressure makes a sharp gasp tear from your throat, hips jerking against his hand as a hot wave of pleasure washes over you.
“Abel! Oh fuck- yes!"
Your back arch as your core seizes around his fingers. Every curl, every thrust of his three fingers inside you combined with the steady, insistent rub of his thumb is pure fire, sending jolts of ecstasy through your body.
You clench around him tightly, fucking yourself on his fingers with tremble, moans wracking your chest. Tears prick at your eyes from the intensity, your breathing ragged and uneven as your orgasm hits full force, rolling through you in shivering, relentless waves.
Abel groans low and deep, a mix of amusement and raw desire vibrating through him, leaning closer to brush his lips against your temple as he keeps his thumb rubbing your clit in perfect rhythm.
“That’s it… Just like that… Good girl…”
Your cries fill the room, every sound a mixture of release and need, body trembling as your climax continues to ripple through you. Hips rocking, thighs quivering, you hold onto the sheets, utterly lost in sensation, clenching desperately around his fingers as he guides every pulse, every wave of pleasure.
When it finally subsides, your chest heaving and cheeks flushed, Abel withdraws his fingers slowly, letting you catch your breath. He smirks, still propped on his elbow, eyes sparkling, as if every gasp and moan of yours had been a private performance just for him.
"See? I knew you’d make that face."
He teases softly, thumb brushing a lingering slick against your clit, making you shiver even at the afterglow.
Abel leans close, lips brushing gently against your temple, warm and soft, as he continues to move his fingers slowly inside you, prolonging the last tremors of pleasure. Shivers running down your spine as he teases you until he slowly brings his fingers out.
He licks them clean with a mischievous glint in his eyes, the sight of his tongue glistening with your arousal sending another jolt through you, and murmurs softly.
“So… Did that satisfy your little dream?”
You pause for a moment, catching your breath, cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted. A slow smile spreads across your face as an idea forms, and before he can respond, you straddle him, hips settling over his lap. His eyes widen for just a heartbeat, then the smirk returns, sharp and knowing.
His hands move automatically, sliding over your hips, steadying you as he leans back slightly, letting you take the lead. You feel his breath against your neck, his subtle groan of approval vibrating through him as you shift slightly, teasing, testing, enjoying the power of the moment.
Abel’s smirk deepens, eyes locked on yours, the mischievous glint in his gaze promising everything and nothing at the same time. His hands linger firmly on your hips, holding you close, and you both remain like that for a long beat, breathless, flushed, and charged with the electric tension that lingers.
The bathroom is filled with steam, curling around the walls like a soft, invisible blanket. The hot water laps gently against your skin, the warmth seeping into every tense muscle, unknotting the day from your shoulders down to your toes. You sink deeper, letting your back press against the smooth curve of the tub, eyes half-lidded, breathing slow and even.
The scent of the bath mixes with faint hints of lavender, calming your senses and making your skin tingle in the best way. You close your eyes, tilting your head back, and allow yourself to just be, feeling the heat press into you, the water swirling gently around your thighs, hips, and stomach.
Your fingers trail through the water, lazily stroking along your legs, toes curling as a small shiver runs up your spine. The quiet hum of the house surrounds you, broken only by the occasional drip of water or soft splash as you move. Your skin feels electric, almost alive, as the warmth seeps into your core, and you can’t help but let out a small sigh of pure contentment.
For a moment, the world feels entirely distant, no obligations, no noise, just the heat, the water, and the soft brush of your own fingertips along your skin. You shift slightly, water sloshing over the sides of the tub, and the sensation of your thighs pressing together in the warmth makes your pulse quicken ever so slightly.
Every breath you take is slow, deliberate, letting the heat fill your chest, the steam fog your senses, and your muscles melt completely. It’s a private little sanctuary, a bubble of warmth and softness where the day can’t touch you, and you can just exist in this delicious, lazy heat, completely alone.
The quiet of the bathroom is broken by the soft click of the door opening. You hear his light footsteps on the tile, careful not to splash the water as he moves closer.
"Hey, I finished preparing dinner."
Florian’s voice is low, warm, and a little hesitant as he peeks around the steam.
"How are you feeling?"
You tilt your head back, letting a strand of wet hair slip across your face, and smile softly at him.
"Much better now… This bath is exactly what I needed."
Florian steps closer, his white curls catching the dim light, eyes flicking to your flushed skin, then back to your face. He sits carefully at the edge of the tub, toes just brushing the floor, hands resting lightly on his knees.
"Good. I’m glad."
A smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he hesitates for a moment, like he’s unsure how close to move, then leans forward slightly, voice softer.
"You look relaxed."
You let out a little sigh of contentment, tilting your head toward him.
"I am… It’s warm, and quiet… Just what I needed after today."
The water ripples gently around your legs as you move slightly, sending a small splash toward his shoes.
Florian watches you carefully, violet eyes soft and attentive, his fingers brushing over one another.
"I’m happy to hear that, I like seeing you this calm."
You reach a hand out to him, resting it on the edge of the tub near his, just barely grazing his fingers.
"I like having you here."
The warmth of the bath, combined with the gentle presence of Florian, makes your chest flutter and your core tingle in a way that’s entirely his fault.
He glances down at your hand, then back up at your eyes, a faint blush coloring his pale cheeks.
"I like being here with you too."
He shifts slightly, leaning just a little closer, eyes flicking to your lips for just a fraction of a second before meeting your gaze again.
The air between you feels thick, charged with quiet anticipation, as the warm steam swirls around both of you, wrapping you together in a private little world of intimacy and soft tension.
Florian shifts slightly on the edge of the tub, hands resting on his knees, and you notice the faint flush coloring his pale cheeks even more. He clears his throat softly, voice hesitant as he leans a fraction closer.
"I just… I mean… It’s not just because you’re… You know… naked."
He murmurs, eyes flicking nervously to yours.
"I really like being here with you anytime. Not only-"
You cut him off with a soft chuckle, tilting your head back against the warm water, letting out a quiet sigh of amusement.
"Florian… No need to overthink it."
You look at him, a teasing smile tugging at your lips.
"I understood."
His violet eyes widen a little, and you see a mix of relief and lingering shyness cross his face. He gives a small, awkward laugh, scratching the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed, but the way he watches you, so attentive and tender, makes your pulse flutter.
"I… okay… Good."
He leans back slightly, letting his hands rest loosely on his knees, his gaze never leaving yours.
"I just wanted to make sure you knew."
You reach out, letting your fingers trail gently over the edge of the tub near his hand, brushing against him lightly.
"I do, and I like having you here… naked or clothed, it doesn’t matter."
Florian lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, a small smile spreading across his lips. The vulnerability in him, paired with his tender sincerity, sends a shiver through your body, like an anticipatory warmth that has nothing to do with the bathwater.
Florian shifts slightly, leaning forward, eyes flicking to the water that ripples around your body. His voice is soft, hesitant, yet tinged with that quiet curiosity that always makes your heart flutter.
"Have you washed yet?"
You grin, tilting your head back against the warm bathwater.
"Yeah, I was hoping you could now help me… With the bathrobe."
Florian blinks, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"The bathrobe?"
He repeats, a bit confused at first, and you nod, lifting one hand slightly toward the edge of the tub.
"Yeah… Grab it for me when I get out."
With a quiet shuffle, he steps toward the closet and retrieves the soft, fluffy robe, holding it up as you slowly push yourself out of the bath. Steam clings to your skin, water droplets running down your curves, and Florian’s violet eyes follow every movement. A small smirk curls at the corner of his lips as he takes in the view of your naked body, but he says nothing, letting the moment linger, the heat thick between you.
You perch at the edge of the tub, legs dangling slightly over the side, water dripping from your hair and down your spine. Florian stands a few steps away, arms crossed casually, but there’s a glint of something teasing in his gaze.
"I know how you can relax even more."
His voice is carrying just the faintest edge of mischief. His smirk deepens slightly, and the way he’s looking at you sends a shiver straight to your core.
You shift a little in response, heat pooling between your thighs, your pulse quickening. The bathrobe hangs loosely in his hands, untouched, while the quiet tension between you builds, you knew that tone of voice.
Florian’s smirk softens into something quieter, more focused, as he steps closer to you. Without a word, he drops to his knees in front of the bathtub. The motion alone makes your heart skip a beat, you immediately flush, realizing exactly what he’s hinting at.
"Do you want this?"
You swallow, cheeks burning, and nod.
"Yes."
You barely whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of the water sloshing gently around your legs.
He lets go of the bathrobe, the fabric falls beside him, leaving you completely exposed to him. You feel the cool air of the room contrast sharply with the lingering warmth of the bath, your skin tingling at every inch of exposed flesh.
Florian shifts closer, hands sliding to your thighs.
"Just relax."
His thumbs brush over your inner skin before he gently lifts your legs, resting them over his shoulders. You gasp softly at the movement, body tilting slightly forward in instinctive response, nipples tightening, breath catching.
He leans in, tongue teasing the very tip of your clit. The sensation is exquisite, delicate but deliberate, just enough to make you shiver. Your back arches, fingers pressing into the edge of the tub as his tongue brushes, flicks, and circles, each movement precise and attuned to your reactions.
"Florian… Oh…"
Your voice is trembling, hips instinctively to grind against his mouth. The warmth pooling low in your stomach intensifies with every flick of his tongue. His hands grip your thighs firmly but gently, keeping you steady while he teases the soft, sensitive bundle of nerves as he learnt exactly how you react.
Every small lap and press of his tongue sends jolts of heat through your body. Your pulse races, breath coming in short, shallow gasps, and a delicious tension coils tight in your core. The mixture of vulnerability, closeness, and pure pleasure makes your chest swell, cheeks still flushed, lips parting in quiet moans that vibrate against him.
You can feel his focus, every movement measured and intentional. He’s savoring you, watching your reactions, listening to every tiny sound you make. And the way he’s holding you, the gentle pressure of his hands, the heat of his breath, and the teasing motion of his tongue… it’s enough to make your knees weak, your thighs tremble, and your body ache for more.
Florian shifts slightly, keeping your legs draped over his shoulders, and leans in closer. His violet eyes glance up at you briefly, then drop back to your folds with a gentle intensity that makes your core ache in anticipation.
Then, deliberately, he drags his tongue in one long, slow lick all the way across your folds. The sensation is sudden and overwhelming, warm, wet, deliberate. Your breath catches in a sharp gasp, and your fingers immediately tangle in his white curls, clutching his hair as your hips instinctively press closer.
"Florian… Oh… Fuck…"
Your body is already trembling under his careful, attentive touch. Every nerve ending seems alive, every motion of his tongue sending shivers up your spine and making heat pool unbearably between your thighs.
His hands grip your thighs firmly, keeping you steady as he doesn’t rush, savoring every reaction. The slow, deliberate motion makes your core pulse, and your back arches slightly, pressing forward, instinctively seeking more contact, more of that exquisite teasing.
He hums softly against you, the vibration against your wet skin making your legs quake further. Every flick and sweep of his tongue is intentional, reading your reactions, learning exactly how to make your breath hitch and your body melt.
Your chest rises and falls in quick, shallow gasps, cheeks flushed, lips parted as the heat between your legs builds impossibly fast. The combination of his warmth, the soft, wet pressure of his tongue, and the gentle grip of his hands on your thighs leaves you quivering, almost unable to think, entirely lost to sensation.
Florian doesn’t pull back. Instead, he lets his tongue explore you more thoroughly, gliding slowly and deliberately over every sensitive fold. The warmth of his mouth, the wet pressure of his tongue, makes your thighs tremble against his shoulders, and you can’t help but grind slightly into him.
"That tongue of yours- Ah- So good…"
Your head tilted back as your fingers tightened in his hair, holding on like an anchor.
He groans softly, a low, vibrating sound that shakes through him and makes your body shiver even more. The sound is guttural, instinctive, and raw, his pleasure from tasting you intertwining with yours.
His hands remain firmly on your thighs, thumbs brushing lightly over your inner skin, holding you steady as he laps and circles, flicking the tip of his tongue over your clit in slow, precise movements. Each lick, each soft hum from him sends electric pulses up your spine, making your chest rise and fall rapidly.
"Mmm… You taste so good…"
His voice was muffled but strained with desire. His violet eyes meet yours briefly, glinting with an intensity that makes your heart thud in your chest.
You can feel every little vibration of his mouth, every small groan vibrating against your core, driving you higher and higher. Your thighs tremble on his shoulders, your body quivering as heat coils tighter and tighter, pooling deliciously low, making your back arch and your breath come in shaky, uneven gasps.
"Florian… Oh god… Don’t stop- please-"
Your fingers thread deeper into his curls as your hips press instinctively against him. The combination of his focus, the slow, deep licks, and the soft, needy groans rolling from his throat makes your nerves flare like electricity, every sense entirely consumed by the sensations he’s giving you.
Florian’s soft, attentive tongue begins to move with more urgency, swirling deliberately over your clit before gently sucking it into his mouth. Your back arches instinctively, a loud, ragged moan escaping as his lips press against your sensitive bundle of nerves.
He hums again against you, low and throaty, the vibration sending shivers straight through your core. Slowly, he shifts one hand away from your thigh, his violet eyes flicking up to meet yours for a brief moment. His palm moves to the front of his pants, already tight, stroking himself slowly but firmly above the fabric while his other hand keeps your thigh draped over his shoulder, holding you steady.
His mouth never leaves your clit, sucking and teasing with precision, flicking his tongue around the sensitive spot. Every motion makes your breath hitch, thighs quiver, and your core throb uncontrollably. The combined sensation of his tongue and the view of his hand stroking himself above makes your head spin, and your moans come faster, higher, more desperate.
"Florian… Ahh- Oh god… Yes…"
The wetness, the suction, the vibration of his hums, all of it coils into a tension so exquisite that your chest rises and falls in ragged gasps.
He bites lightly at the tip of your clit, just enough to make you shiver violently, and you feel yourself sliding closer to the edge. Every small groan from him, muffled against your wetness, makes your core pulse even harder, thighs trembling on his shoulders.
"Quite the dinner I have here…"
He chuckles a bit, proud of his comment as his eyes are glinting with intensity, hand moving with more insistence above his pants. The mixture of sensation, taste, and sight is driving both of you higher, the tension in the air almost unbearable.
Florian shifts slightly, still holding your leg draped over his shoulder, letting his tongue plunge deeper, flicking, swirling, pressing firmly inside you. The sensation is intoxicating, full and warm, making your core squeeze around nothing but air as he expertly teases every inch of you.
"Look at me."
His eyes flick up to yours, voice low but commanding.
"I want to see you."
You bite your lip, chest rising and falling rapidly, heart thundering in your ears. His violet eyes are intense, almost desperate, and you instinctively tilt your head downward, letting him watch.
He groans softly against you, a low, vibrating sound that rattles through his chest and makes you moan loudly. His tongue moves with purpose now, fucking you with slow, deep strokes, sometimes circling your clit and plunging along your folds in a rhythm that has your back arching, hips pressing harder toward him.
"Florian… Yes… Right there…"
Your hands grip his curls tighter, thighs trembling as every movement of his mouth drives you closer to the edge.
One of his hands tightens on your thigh while the other continues to stroke himself above his now tight pants. He hums and groans with each motion of his tongue, eyes never leaving yours.
"Look at me… Don’t hide from me."
He wants to see every reaction, every gasp, every shiver he’s causing.
The combination of his tongue pressing deep, sucking and circling, and the gaze locked on you sends sparks of heat coiling impossibly low. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, chest rising and falling fast, and a sharp pulse of need blooms in your stomach. You can feel yourself grinding instinctively into his mouth, desperate for more contact, more sensation.
"Fuck… Florian… I’m so close…"
Florian doesn’t pull back. His tongue plunges deeper, circling and flicking over your clit with deliberate pressure, matching the way your hips lift and grind instinctively. His eyes remain locked on yours, holding you in that intense, soft gaze that makes your body tremble even more as he keeps thrusting his tongue inside your dipping cunt.
Your legs start to shake, trembling in his grip as the pleasure coils tighter and tighter. Your back arches, chest heaving, breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. The warmth building in your core is impossible to contain, spiraling higher and higher with each delicious flick and suck.
Florian groans low and throaty against you, lips pressing and sucking in perfect rhythm, guiding you, reading your reactions with intense focus.
"That’s it… Just like that… I’ve got you."
Your vision blurs, sound reduced to ragged moans and the wet, intoxicating hum of his mouth.
"I’m… I’m cumming… Florian… Ahhh-"
You cry out as your legs shake violently, thighs trembling over his shoulders as your body folds into the waves of your orgasm. The flick of his tongue, the gentle suction, keeps you riding the peak, prolonging it, pulling out each quiver of release.
He laps all over you, careful but hungry, helping you through each pulse, every convulsion, his eyes drinking in the sight of your bliss. Your fingers clutch his hair like an anchor, body still quivering in the aftershocks, heat pooling impossibly low as your moans echo softly in the steam-filled room.
Even as your climax fades, Florian doesn’t stop immediately. His tongue brushing gently over you, soothing and lingering, letting you come down slowly. The warmth of his mouth, the tender pressure of his hands, the steady, caring gaze, everything keeps you grounded in the exquisite afterglow of your release.
When your body finally relaxes, your legs trembling but sinking slightly into the tub, you look down at him through half-lidded eyes. Florian finally lifts his head, a small, shy smile curling at the edges of his lips, eyes glossy and soft.
"You’re perfect."
Florian finally rises from his kneeling position, water dripping from his hair and clothes a little damp from the bath steam. He leans over the edge of the tub, gently brushing a strand of wet hair from your face before pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead.
"I hope you're fully relaxed now."
He pauses, tilting his head slightly, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"…Or, if not,"
He adds, voice dipping into playful mischief.
"We have all night."
The implication hits you instantly, and a rush of heat pools low in your stomach again. You can’t help it, you laugh softly, cheeks flushing as your pulse quickens in a delicious, teasing mix of embarrassment and arousal.
"Florian… You’re impossible…"
You giggle and shake your head slightly, but your fingers brush against his arm instinctively, unable to hide just how turned on you still feel.
He chuckles quietly, soft and warm, leaning just a little closer to the edge of the tub, eyes glinting with that same mischievous spark that makes your heart race. The bath is still steaming around you, the room thick with warmth, intimacy, and silent promises, leaving you laughing and flushed, both fully content and yet achingly aware of the night still ahead.
