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[kayiswriting]

intro / masterlist 🩷

Hi! Welcome to my writing blog~ I used to have a writing blog named "writerpetals" so if things look familiar, that's why! If you're wondering why I deleted or where I went, I won't be talking about my mental health issues hahaha :(

I was posting all my writing, gifs, music covers on my main blog, but I decided to start moving things to a side blog because it felt a little more personal & most of my followers on my main blog are from my World of Warcraft gifs ( which is fine, I love them LOL)

i post reader inserts here ~now~ i wrote optional main character stories for you to picture whatever fictional, original, etc character you want to 💌 ( i got the idea from optional bias stories back in the day but for my writings now i think optional romantic lead is better ~ ) i love writing them to make the reader feel nice and cozy and a little spicy too hehe i just like thinking of cool plotlines and writing them out but I never picture anyone in particular so thats why i enjoy reader inserts + optional romantic lead ( ty pinterest moodboards ). it's all about the vibe! the weird nerdy girl is weird and nerdy! and i love romance~ and love offering the girlies a cozy escape from the world for a bit <3

I will be re-posting writings and posting new things~!

I write books and post them to Kindle Unlimited, but sometimes I just wanna write for fun, so that's what this blog is for!

If you have a little scenario you would like me to write, feel free to message me and I will try my best.

main blog: @lullabykay

masterlist:

OPTIONAL MALE MAIN LEADS

3 a.m. 🔞 ; optional male lead, more fluffy domestic smut THIS TIME WITH RAIN AND THUNDER WHEW... but this time as ROOMMATES | words: 1,019

A+ Punishments 🔞 ; optional male lead, college!au, sub!mmc, dom!reader, student/professor relationship, ass play, sub/dom themes, spanking, milking, overstimulation | words: 9,796

Poor Puppy 🔞 ; optional male lead, more fluffy domestic smut | words: 2,116

Help Wanted 🔞 ; optional male lead, domestic fluffy smut, he's horny while you're trying to wash dishes | words: 1,157

Autumn Rain 🔞 ; optional male lead, more fluffy domestic smut this time with rain and thunder | words: 3,229

A Place to Call Home 🔞 ; optional male lead, you have no choice but to run away from your pack... ending up on the doorstep of the kindest human being you've ever met. he takes care of you. you grow close to him... and when you start to smell his scent, you realize there's a reason he's saved you from it all. | words: 16,166

Calling in Sick 🔞 ; optional male lead, You’re feeling a little frisky one morning, so you convince him to play hooky. A morning off of work means you have full and total attention, so you spend the moment in the best way the two of you know how. Just by loving one another. | words: 3,362

Details 🔞 ; optional male lead, it's just a smutty drabble | words: 1,162

Bloom 🔞 ; optional male lead, werewolf!au, your best friend helps you uncover what it means to be a wolf | words: 4,839

Breakfast in Bed 🔞 ; optional male lead, vampire!au, A delightfully domestic “morning” with your vampire boyfriend, with steamy shower foreplay and a tasty dessert to feed his craving for you in multiple ways. | words: 3,157

But The What If's 🔞 ; optional male lead, It’s not easy having a big change in your life. The decision plagues you even on your yearly, fall trip with him to your romantic, getaway cabin. The tension is thick until he pushes you to the point of finally being honest with how you feel. | words: 2,571

Dinner and Dessert 🔞 ; optional male lead, You wanted him to try the dessert you made him, but he is in the mood for something else at the dinner table… | words: 2,916

Soft Good Nights 🔞 ; optional male lead, He’s been at work far too long, and you’ve tried your hardest to stay awake. When he arrives home, he makes it up to you with a cozy, intimate shower involving his skilled hands. Then, you give him all the attention he deserves in return. | words: 2,707

Waves of Bliss 🔞 ; optional male lead, a silly, summer themed smut where your hot pool boy gets you off | words: 2,204

Stranger in the Forest 🔞 ; optional male lead, When you find an injured human in the forest near your elven cottage, you take him in and care for him, not knowing it will unlock emotions and desires you haven’t felt in a long time. Though, you know elves and humans certainly can’t be together… right? | words: 6,743

Lakeside 🔞 ; optional male lead, When you inherit your grandmother’s house in the countryside, you become entranced by a group of men swimming in the lake near the property. Having moved out there in the first place to get away from the busy city life and find something new, free, and exciting, you get to know one of the men in particular. Even if they are loud, rowdy, and oftentimes without clothes when you spot them at your new favorite place, you find such a comfortable ease around them. Though, you quickly learn the lake and the forest around it, plus the men, aren’t exactly what you think. | words: 10,304

Slower, Baby 🔞 ; optional male lead, ass play, it's just a dirty drabble...| words: 952

Date with a Vampire 🔞 ; optional male lead, vampire!au, Thanks to your best friend’s relentless urge to set you up on blind dates, you happen to find yourself at a restaurant with a vampire. Needless to say, you’re enjoying yourself more than you should when you invite him back to your place, but you make him promise you something first… (For those that maybe want a hot date with a vampire and not all the blood and biting!) | words: 4,122

Luxury 🔞 ; optional male lead, sugardaddy!mc, ass play, daddy kink, living life on a boat! | words: 2,261

SMUTTY SERIES

VIEW FROM 4-B

View From 4-B🔞 ; optional male lead, exhibitionism/ voyuerism, You’ve been crushing on the guy that moved in one apartment building over. Your bedroom window is close enough to his living room to where he has the perfect view of everything you want him to see. Though, you know if you tease him for too long, he will eventually lose the game he didn’t even know he was playing. | words: 6,153

Ride 🔞 ; optional male lead, After continuing to tease him through your window, he makes you keep that promise of riding him… | words: 1,706

FLUFFY STUFF

Home | ❤️ ; optional male lead, ldr, you find a way to stay close, even with the distance between the two of you | words: 2,151

All You Have to Do Is Ask | ❤️ ; optional male lead, co-workers, office romance, he's always helping you ... | words: 2,531

Between Then and Forever | ❤️ ; optional male lead, kinda angsty, mentions of anxiety, he reminisces over high school notes to get the two of you through a tough time | words: 4,235

The Icing on the Cupcake | ❤️ ; optional male lead, baker!au, fall theme, he comes into your shop on a horrible, rainy day, and you turn it around for him | words: 1,786

The First | ❤️ ; optional male lead, your firsts with him, from meeting him to becoming a family, and a few cute things in between... | words: 1,227

OPTIONAL FEMALE MAIN LEADS

Clumsy Lucky 🔞 ; optional female lead, witch!au, curses, fingering in the back of a magic shop, she's the only witch in town that can and will help a clumsy witch like you... | words: 3,860

When It Rains 🔞 ; optional female lead, farmgirl!au, an afternoon thunderstorm brings her to you after her work on her farm is done | words: 3,593

Late Nights 🔞 ; optional female lead, just s smutty drabble fingering in a car | words: drabble

SMUTTY SERIES

LEAVING THE PLANET

Leaving the Planet, You Can't Come 🔞 ; optional female lead, a hot alien abducts you after you run out on a bad date, taking you back to her home planet to become best friends | words: 2,402

FLUFFY STUFF

Made With Magic | ❤️ ; optional female lead, your neighbor is a little mysterious... | words: 1,655

[kayiswriting]

monster in the castle | 🔞

w / au's: optional male lead, mdni(18+only), dragon!au, slight breeding kink, unfortunately he's human when the snoo snoo happens because im not that bold yet but ONE DAY! 🤞

summary: There’s old tales about the monster that lives in the castle. For years, citizens of your town were sent to take care of the grounds, keep up with the help, and obey every order from the monster in exchange for safety from the rest of the horrors lurking beneath the forest’s edge. One day, you’re picked as the next servant to the monster. It’s not all as you’ve heard, of course… but one night when your mind grows too curious, you get to know the monster better than you ever expected.

words: 6,803

my kindle author page~

As a little girl, you always heard stories about the monster that lives high up on the mountain near the village of your home. His castle is surrounded by tall, stone walls and thick trees, and it takes a long, winding road hidden within the forest to get there. As a little girl, you were told never to go near the road, never play near the forest’s edge, and to never, ever venture off toward the castle. 

Though the monster that lives there is not one that wishes to bring you or the people of your village harm, you were always told there were certain rules to follow when it comes to the castle and your village. Like you and your best friend making a pinky promise you swore to keep forever, there was a similar treaty set in place from hundreds of years before. For a simple price of tending to the monster’s castle from a few volunteer villagers, the monster would ward off any threats that came to your people. 

The villagers, of course, never see the monster, but some speculate what it looks like, how many teeth it has, or how quickly it could kill a man. The others swear they have spotted the monster in the darkness of the night, when you look to the glowing moon to see a dark reflection in the clouds. It’s all stories, according to your mother who was almost chosen as the ‘volunteer’ when she was a teenager. Instead, her best friend at the time went to fulfill the village’s duty to the monster, and your mother tells you that day was the last time she ever saw her.

The stories were enough to keep you fearful growing up. You kept your head down so as to not stand out and kept people away as much as you could. You didn’t want to be a target for the ones that choose the so-called volunteer, making you think it was somehow your responsibility for a promise made hundreds of years before you were born. 

You were lucky enough to succeed for a while. Whether it be for your lack of drawing attention to yourself or the fact that the castle didn’t need any helpers for a long time, you aren’t sure, but you were thankful to spend at least twenty-something years with your family in the village.

That all changed the day the elders marked you as the sacrificial volunteer. There was no big announcement. Just a quiet letter to your mother in the cabin you share. Tears were shed, your mother begged and pleaded for you not to be taken away, but like pinky-promises it is frowned upon to not follow through with the commitment. After all, so many have completed the duty before you.

Why they chose you out of all the young villagers, you still aren’t sure, but you put on a brave face as a few guards took you to the long, winding road through the dark forest, past the thick trees, and up to the stone castle walls that looked so much higher than you ever imagined. Your heart raced when they told you the wall was as far as they were willing to go. But you were still brave, grabbing your things and passing the iron-gated threshold to your new life as a servant for a monster you only knew about from stories and gossip.

There was an older woman with smile lines and a few grey hairs poking out from her white bonnet to greet you at the door to the castle. She told you her name was Mable, and though it sounded familiar, all you could do was smile at her. Fear struck you in the heart, no longer brave but worried about your new life, as well as the old one you left behind. But Mable had many years to adjust, and she took you under her wing, helping you get settled in, explaining the chores you were to do, and most of all, informing you of the castle’s master.

She explained to you the monster wasn’t seen much around the castle. At the time, you were too nervous to ask too many questions, but Mable would fill you in when it was needed. 

Don’t be out of your sleeping quarters past sundown. Don’t make too much noise in the early mornings. Leave food by the master’s door, but don’t enter. Ever. Don’t go looking for the master. Don’t disrupt the master. Don’t do anything that can draw attention to yourself.

You were pretty good at that. And months passed where you never even saw this mysterious monster. You helped prepare his meals, but left them at the entrance to his quarters, of course. You cleaned when needed. You washed linens in the river close by that cuts through the castle’s grounds. You did everything a good servant would do, especially staying out of the way.

All it took was one night to change everything.

A night to leave you a little bored, a little homesick. A night to take you from your bed, to the hall, to the part of the castle where you were strictly forbidden after sundown. 

But if everyone else in the castle is fast asleep, the master should be too, you think.

Your bored feet carry you past the main dining hall and to the lonely stairs of the spire. You aren’t sure exactly what is drawing you to this place at the moment, but you can’t stop yourself winding up the spire, the bricks cold beneath your bare feet. You pull your arms to you as you make your way to the top of the tower, feeling a draft the thin, lace nightgown dyed lilac you’re wearing can’t help. Luckily, the torchers are still burning from the guards keeping them lit throughout the night, offering a dim light until you reach the look-out point at the top.

You supposed if this monster is so great and powerful, he doesn’t need too many look-outs, guards, or anything else to protect his castle, knowing each ironclad, spear-wielding watchman is few and far between. You think the thought sarcastically, but a warmth of comfort washes over you unexpectedly. You don’t dwell on the thought for too long, however, finally getting a refreshing new view you haven’t seen in months.

Your eyes settle first on the dark forest just on the outskirts of the castle. Rows and rows of tall trees protect the walls, making you feel so small and alone in the moment. You notice the moon reflecting off the ocean far away, sparkling light dancing along the waves. The sky is covered mostly by clouds, however, and the light is hidden by the shadows once again the moment they consume the moon. The loneliness takes hold of you, releasing a sigh and wishing you could see your family. For such a large castle, everything can feel so small all of a sudden. You know it’s your duty to be here. So many have done the exact same before you. You only wish you weren’t so secluded from your life before. 

Your attention is abruptly pulled from your thoughts of home the moment you see another sparkle in the night’s sky. But this time, it’s not the moon. This time, it whips through the whiteness of the clouds with razor precision. You see a shimmer of black… no, purple, dancing around the moon in between the fog. Your eyes widen the moment a rumble tears through the skies, and if you were far enough away, you would assume it was only thunder from a sudden storm. 

Up in the tower, it sounds like a growl. It’s deep and evokes fear, like a warning for anyone and anything to stay away. Your heart races like light lightning, but you can’t peel your eyes from the clouds. Again you see the flash of a deep purple zipping through the sky, between the clouds, doing circles in front of the moon. And the moment the figure appears completely from the clouds is when you are sure you’re going to faint.

The figure appears before you, close enough for you to see individual, glimmering scales on its body. The color is now iridescent, sparkling from the moon and shifting between black, purple, and lilac. A long tail whips past the tower with a crack in the sky as the wide span of its wings fly by, blowing a strong breeze through the windows. Another rumble of the creature’s roar echoes through the skies, vibrating you down to your core and making your knees weak.  You’re mesmerized, unable to tear your gaze away from the creature taming the skies. It completes a circle around the castle, disappearing for a moment only to fly back around a second before diving near a lake on the right side of the castle.

The creature disappears once again beneath the waters with a loud splash. If you weren’t so stricken with surprise, you would find the sight humorous looking over the sudden waves of an otherwise still lake, but all you can do is gasp and hold your breath until it surfaces again.

But the creature doesn’t rise. 

Instead, it’s a human. 

A man. 

You’re practically leaning over the tower’s wall trying to get a better view as the man makes his way to the lake’s edge. He’s dripping wet when he comes out of the water, and much to your surprise, naked. He combs his hands through his hair after shaking his head, trying to get the moisture from the strands. Every inch of him is on display. Every muscle. Every curve. Your heart is racing as you look at him, not bothering to wonder if you should turn away, run back to bed, and pretend it never happened due to you being unable to pull your eyes from this man.

Though he looks ordinary, there’s still something so mesmerizing about him. Regardless of the sight of him in the sky, his human form draws you in, staring at his wet skin glistening beneath the moonlight, the outline of his body, the way his muscles tense when he shakes the water from his hair, and then his smile when he becomes playful all alone.

He’s beautiful. In the moment, he doesn’t seem threatening. You’re amazed by the sight of him, and suddenly your heart aches with a need to be close to him.

You quickly shake the thought from your head. It’s preposterous. He’s a monster. You’re a servant and a human. You shouldn’t be thinking things like this. 

A second later you disappear from the spire’s window to head back to your bed where you should have been the whole time. Never should you have witnessed so much after being out past sundown.

*****

Disappearing from the tower’s window, you hurry down the stairs in a rush. 

I shouldn’t have even been out, you tell yourself. 

You shouldn’t have broken the rules. Now do you not only know about the castle’s monster, you know about the human as well. You aren’t sure what the monster or Mable would do if they knew, you can only make sure you get back to your room before anyone catches you.

You whip through the main hall, quickly but trying to remain quiet. So far, you don’t hear a peep from anyone else in the castle. The torches are still dimly lit. Maybe Mable is still sleeping in the room next to you instead of awake wondering where you have run off to and just how many rules you have broken.

Your palms press to the door of the servants quarters, pushing the large wood panels open and it’s then when your breath catches in your throat.

There stands the monster in the hall just before the door to your room. He stares at you through his lashes, chin dipped low and arms crossed over his broad, bare chest. He adorns white trousers only, hair still damp from the lake. Your heart is about to leap right out of your chest.

“I thought I saw someone watching me,” he says after a few seconds. The deepness of his voice takes you by surprise. The words rattle your bones and suddenly there’s a warmth spiraling through every inch of you. He takes a step closer. “I clearly remember making it a rule for everyone to be inside by sundown, yet… here you are. Watching me.”

Your mouth opens to speak. He takes another step and you’re speechless. A few more steps and he’s merely a few feet from you. You should be frightened, and you admit part of you feels your heart racings, but somehow your mind can only focus on him being even more beautiful in the warm glow of the dimly lit lanterns on the wall. His lips twist in a smirk, but you only see it a moment before your eyes lower to his chest, taking in every delicious inch of bare skin until your knees feel weak. There’s still a sheen to his skin. A hint of iridescent twilight.  His strong arms rest beneath, and just beneath that a patch of hair peeks out from the hem of the unbuttoned, loose trousers. 

The sight of him so close simply makes your mouth water. It becomes harder to breathe in his presence. Even harder to think. 

“Get back to bed, princess,” he says, half-sarcastically but it still makes your heart rate spike. Your chest heaves, and it’s only now do you notice his eyes fall to take in the sight of you. Your sheer nightgown hardly covers anything at all and you don’t miss the way he licks his lips. “And don’t go up to that tower again.”

“I-I’m sorry…” you finally are able to tell him in the shakiest whisper of a voice you’ve ever heard. “I… I didn’t mean… mean to upset you, I’m… sorry.” Your voice wavers with every word, and somehow it makes him chuckle. Somehow he seems even more human than before. 

“Not upset, princess,” he tells you calmly, taking another step and another until he can reach forward to cup your cheek with his large, soft palm. The nickname doesn’t seem so sarcastic a second time, but it still makes your heart skip a beat. “But it’s not safe there at night. You don’t know what lurks beyond the shadows that I would have a hard time protecting you from.”

With that, he lowers his hand and makes you even more speechless. A simple smirk is all he offers before stepping past you to leave the servants quarters, while leaving you standing there with a racing heart, confused as to why you suddenly want to know more about the monster in the castle.

*****

A day passes without a word said of your late night adventure meeting the monster. You assume you got away with it up until the moment he asks a specific request of you.

“I’ve never sent someone so new to see him,” Mable mumbles in a hurry, rushing you to his quarters of the castle with a tray of food in her arms. “I’m not sure why he’s asked for you. It’s so unlike him.”

You follow along, knowing you’re about to give him his dinner, in his quarters, at the request of him so suddenly. You also know he hasn’t forgotten about you seeing him the night before. Maybe he just needed a day for it to click before he was truly upset about it. Maybe this is you rushing to your punishment for disobeying the rules.

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you, dear,” Mable says, handing off the tray of meats and potatoes with a glass of wine to you. Shakily, you take it from her as she opens the large, heavy door to the monster’s living quarters. “Just… be respectful, of course. The master can have a bit of a temper sometimes. Don’t speak out of line, and don’t inquire about him and you will be fine, okay? It’s not all that scary. I promise.”

She has no idea, you want to tell her, but you don’t want her to know about you sneaking out. At least if you die in the next few minutes upon greeting him, Mable can think you were only an innocent bystander in the path of the monster’s rage.

She pushes you gently through the door before closing it behind you with a thud. That thud matches the beating in your chest, pounding hard against your ribs as you take a few wobbly steps forward down the hall. He should be waiting in the dining room just up ahead. You already spot the mahogany table and grand, elaborately carved dining chairs in the next room. The walls, from what you can see as you step forward, are lined with different weapons and animal heads. There’s a slow flicker of a flame lighting the way that doesn’t become much brighter the moment you step into the room.

“Ah,” he interrupts your thoughts, standing from the end of the long table where he was sitting near a fireplace. The wood crackles behind him as it burns, but it only pulls your attention for a second before you notice him making his way toward you. “My dinner is here.”

Your eyes grow wide. “Uh... huh?” You shake your head. He chuckles as he steps toward you, reaching to take the tray from your arms.

“My dinner. Thanks for bringing it to me.”

“Oh, right.” Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, almost too shy to look at him return to his seat by the fire, but once again you just can’t seem to look away. 

“Please,” he begins, gesturing toward the chair to his right, “will you join me?” He doesn’t wait for you to move before taking the dishes from the tray. Then he takes a sip of the wine Mable and you prepared for him while you finally will your legs to move toward him. Taking a seat beside him, you watch him unfold the silverware from the clean towel before digging a fork into his food.

You say nothing as he takes a few bites, chewing and humming, sipping his wine. The fire crackles behind the two of you, watching the shadows from the flame dance along his skin. Your heart settles from the nerves as you sit with him for a moment without words, curious as to why he’s asked you to join him, but you remember Mable’s words and say nothing. 

“Hungry?” he finally addresses you, causing your brows to arch.

“Wh-Uh… no… no, thank you. We normally eat a bit earlier so we can get to our rooms… before… sun…” Your voice trails off. The last thing you wanted was to give him any reminders of you breaking the rules the night before. 

“Before sun down?” He chuckles again, flashing a beautiful smile and for some reason, your heart melts right in your chest.

For so long you were told fearsome tales of the monster in the castle. For so long, you were warned of his cruel behaviors, bad temper, and animal ways. They told you gruesome stories to keep the young ones scared and the fact that no one that went to the castle ever came back made it easy to believe.  

However, he makes it seem like every story was an exaggeration of something that started as a lie. Though you broke the rules and should be worried of punishment, you feel calm in his presence. He laughs and eases the tension between the two of you. He seems polite enough. Not to mention his gentle touch against your cheek, something that you can still feel tingling against your skin if you think about it hard enough. 

He isn’t a monster at all. 

“I’m sorry about that,” you say, lowering your head.

“I’m not upset, truly, if that’s what you’re thinking.” 

The words cause you to meet his eyes. “Then why is it a rule not to be out?” you ask, growing bold before you can stop yourself. “Why did you invite me here now if not to punish me?”

He smirks before taking another bite from his plate. “Like I said-” He chews a few times, then takes a sip of wine. “-easier to protect everyone here if they’re not rambling around at night. Mostly these days, it’s just wolves and bears threatening the village. Years and years ago, there were more dangerous things...things like me…”

Your heart skips a beat. His words darken, lowering in pitch to send a chill down your spine.

“And if it’s a punishment you’re wanting, princess… we can make arrangements.”

Instantly your cheeks begin to burn. Your eyes lower and you can’t even look at him, allowing the words to process in your mind before they repeat like a broken record. You aren’t sure why he has such an effect on you. It makes your mind fuzzy and your body warm. Part of you wishes you could replace it with actual fear of him to make things easier, but the rest of you realizes the rush of adrenaline it gives you. 

“Princess?” you ask him in a whisper. He is a King of his own castle, you remember. Maybe he’s using the nickname to tease you because you’re certainly not royalty. You don’t even have to meet his eyes to see the smirk on your lips. It’s as if it’s burned in your memory now.

“Do you wish to be called something else?” he asks with a nonchalant tone.

It’s not something you have ever thought to be called, but coming from him, with his deep voice drawing you in, you can’t say you mind. All you can do is shake your head. 

“Good,” is all he says, and a few more moments pass with no words. Only the fire fills the silence as he finishes his meal. “But if I may ask, why were you wandering around the castle all alone?”

The question catches you off guard. Straightening your back, you take a deep breath before giving him the honest answer. “I felt a little homesick, I guess. I wanted to know if I could see my home from the top of the castle… I couldn’t.”

He stops eating entirely to take in your face, fallen with sorrow. “Homesick?”

You nod your head and he goes back to finishing the few bites he has left on his plate. “I miss my family. I didn’t realize how lonely I would feel here.” 

He takes in your words with a serious expression. Then a slight wrinkle between his brows tells you he understands. There’s not much either of you can do, however. The deal was set in place long before you, and many have had to fulfill the promise. You are only doing what so many had to do before you, and will have to after. Even if he could somehow offer you to go back home, what would everyone in the village think? Elders that had to say goodbye to their own children wouldn’t even accept you because it’s a responsibility for all that only a few have to bear. 

“I’m sorry,” is all he says, and from his low tone, you know he means it. It can’t be any easier for him, either. Everyone is told to stay away from him when they arrive. He spends all of his time alone. From what you can tell, he only talks to Mable through a door and doesn’t wish to see anyone at all.

Well, except for you. Which you still aren’t sure why.

“I… guess I understand what being lonely feels like.” He lowers his eyes, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“Why?” you ask before you can stop yourself, earning his eyes on you once again. “Why do you close yourself off from everyone? Do you… do you know what people down in the village think about you?” He should be considered a hero due to the fact he protects so many people. The rumors floating around about him have been proven here and now that they are just that. 

“I’m aware,” he sighs, then throws his head back and slumps in his chair. “I know the tales of the monster in the castle. I know people are scared of me. I know they think I will hurt or kill them if they get too close.”

“Well, you’re not hurting me…” Before you can help it, you reach for him, placing a hand over his own as it rests on the table. His brows arch. He’s surprised at the gesture, but his thumb soothes your skin. “Why choose to be so lonely? You do protect us after all.” 

“Because…” He sighs once again, attempting to get his thoughts in order. “I had someone I was close to. I spent a lot of time with them. They were my friend, but one day I let my temper get out of control and…”

He doesn’t need to say the rest. You realize where he’s going with the story. He hurt someone close to him, so now he keeps himself locked away, allowing the rumors to grow and strengthen, and allowing himself to be lonely. All the while keeping everyone safe from the horrors that stalk the nights.

“It’s easier,” he begins again, “for everyone to stay away. The village was once my home, too. I am a monster, though. So, it’s just easier.”

“I’m sorry.” You aren’t sure what to say. He’s scared oh hurting them. They’re scared of getting hurt. It’s easy this way because it’s hard to change how things are.

“Me too,” is all he can say. A few seconds of silence pass before he adds, “that’s why I invited you here. I was lonely. I saw you that night looking at me. I saw your face when you saw who I really was. I knew you weren’t scared of me. You’re the first person I’ve met who saw me and isn’t afraid. Even Mable trembles around me.” 

It takes a few seconds for the words to sink in before a comforting warmth swells inside of you. You were right to feel safe with him, because he feels safe with you. You never expected to see such a vulnerable side to such a big, powerful beast, but he makes you understand him better, and he understands you. 

“I’m glad you did,” you tell him, watching his lips curve in a smile. “Fear, loneliness… I know those things, too.”

*****

You don’t hear from him for a few days after that. He stays hidden away, and you busy yourself with keeping the castle tidy as well as helping Mable with the meals. Sometimes, you find yourself traveling up the tower before sundown for a chance to see him soaring through the sky like the first night, but he never comes. You suppose it’s due to not wanting to be seen by the villagers, or anyone else in the castle, but you don’t want to risk the rules by staying any later just to get a glimpse of him.

His words replay in your mind. The story he shared digs deep into your heart and settled there. Suddenly, you don’t feel as lonely, even if you miss your family. Part of you wishes things could change, but how can a single person change the mind of an entire village and a gentle man that believes he’s an actual monster. Even if you can’t change anyone’s mind, you can try to get closer to him to ease the ache inside you both.

One night, just as the curve of the sun disappears behind the lines of trees in the distance, you turn to make your way to your own quarters when you spot him at the top of the stairs. 

“Breaking rules again, princess?” He smirks while making his way toward you. 

“N-No… I was just leaving…”

“You must really want the punishment,” he chuckles, stopping right in front of you, “huh, princess?”

You gulp, noticing the darkness in his tone taunting you. Though it’s not with fear, but with desire. The words tempt you, and the only intimidating thing about him in the moment is how badly your body begins to crave him. It’s like a switch the second you see him. Your body comes alive. Heat swells from the depths. He leaves you breathless and weak and wanting more of him all at once. You aren’t sure how he does it.

You’re drawn to him. 

“Answer me, princess.” He reaches to cup your cheek just like the first night you met. His touch is gentle even if the words are firm. His stern tone snaps you back to reality.

“I-I…” All you can do is give in to the desire, the way he makes you feel, the desperate need to get close to him in any way you can. “Yes…” The word is a trembling whisper from your tongue, but he hears it. He realizes in the way you speak as well as the way you lean into his touch what you’re wanting.

Two lonely souls wanting to feel close to something. Two people desiring warmth and love and comfort. Neither of you can blame the other for it, but both of you can be there for each other. 

He drops his hand to grip you by the hips in an instant. He pulls you close to his body, allowing you to feel the heat radiating off of his embrace. It only takes seconds for his lips to fall to your own, and you allow him in. The softness of his flesh, the warmth in the kiss, takes you by surprise while taking hold of all your senses. You’re wrapped up in him as the kiss deepens, not being able to stop yourself from moaning against his mouth. You’ve never wanted something or someone so much until this very moment.

He makes it clear he wants the same. The beast within him comes to light in different ways. He takes hold of you while kissing you passionately, hands roaming your body, fingers finding the hem of your dress until he slips it off your shoulders to fall at your feet. You’re bare before him and have never felt more alive. He takes a second to look over your body, groaning at the sight he sees until not touching you isn’t an option anymore. 

He takes hold of you once again. Arms wrapping around his body, you allow him to take control as you release little whimpers and moans here and there from your mouth. His lips trail down your cheek, your jaw, to your neck, kissing and sucking and licking just to get every part of you he can. Meanwhile his hands explore your bare flesh, slipping around to your ass to hold you in place with a strong grip.

Your head falls back, giving him any and all access to your body in the moment. He seizes the opportunity until he’s falling to his knees. His kisses meet your flesh once again, trailing from your chest to your stomach down to the little V between your thighs. Opening up for him, your body presses to the walls of the tower while his tongue presses to your skin. 

You exhale his name the moment his mouth dives between your trembling thighs. He keeps his grip on your ass with one hand, the other tossing your leg over his broad shoulder. He can’t help but to groan at the taste of you, finally becoming close and intimate with someone after so long.

“You taste amazing, princess,” he groans between your thighs, craning his neck to lick from your dripping entrance to your clit once again. All you can do is whimper his name beneath your breath, so lost in the moment, in the pleasure. Your hands fall to his head, fingers disappearing between the strands of hair before pulling tightly. “So sweet and all mine, princess. Let me claim you.”

His voice rumbles between your legs, not wasting a moment to tell you how he feels. He tends to your body, using his mouth to offer pleasure in ways you’ve never felt before. He lashes out at your soaked pussy, gathering up all the juices that have dripped out because of him before drawing his tongue back to your clit. There he licks and sucks and massages your flesh until your head becomes dizzy. So skilled with his tongue, he doesn’t waste a single second making you go wild, driving you to the brink of release until you can take no more.

The pleasure comes in red hot waves through your body. It takes hold of every inch as you begin to tremble, but he doesn’t let you go. He continues tasting you, licking you, fucking you with his tongue to lick up every single drop of your release until he’s groaning once again. 

The moment you begin to grow weak in his hold is when he finally pulls his mouth away. You dare to look down at him, seeing his expression darkened with lust, his mouth glistening in the dim lighting from your arousal. He never pulls his eyes away from your own as he presses kisses to your mound to soothe your body, helping you come down from the high and back to reality.

He rises to his feet before pulling his tunic over his head, all before tugging on the buttons and ties to his trousers.  You stare at him in a lust filled haze, so entirely spent, yet wanting more, wanting to feel him inside of you. Noticing the thick line from his arousal in his pants, your body yearns for him, growing even more anxious until the moment he pushes the trousers down to unveil his hard, awaiting cock for you. 

“Com’ere, princess…” He guides your body closer before turning you around completely right in front of a window to the tower. Your hips press into the cold stone, but the contrast between his large, warm hands on your body thrills you in the moment. “Going to fuck you, princess… going to make you mine.”

“Please…” is all you can manage, completely overwhelmed by the promise from his lips. He pulls you by the hips, pressing his thick, hardened cock against your ass.

“Want that, princess?” he groans, feeling you roll your hips against him, already so eager and wanting more. “Want me to fuck you and fill you with my cum? Want me to claim you for my own just liek that?” 

“Yes,” you gasp before you can even stop the word falling from your lips. The thought of him fucking you and spilling inside of you drives you wild. To feel his hot, thick release filling you up makes you bend forward, ass rising, legs spread so his cock is now against your dripping, soaked slit already ruined from his tongue. 

“Let me hear you say it,” he commands just as he begins to line the tip of his cock to your entrance, “tell me what you want, princess.”

“Fuck me,” you say desperately, no time to worry over the sound of your own voice or insecurities, “please, fuck me and fill with me with your cum. Make me yours.”

The monster practically growls at the words. He wastes no more time sinking his cock inside of your heat, stretching you out, making you gasp and moan and whimper profanities under your breath. He allows you to adjust for a moment, and only begins to pull out and thrust into you when he feels you rock your hips against him, ready for more. He begins fucking you like he promised, like you wanted, long, deep strokes of his cock into your pussy stealing the breath right out of your lungs. He feels so big inside of you, and it drives you wild to know what he truly is, to know how strong and powerful of a monster he can become. Suddenly you want to submit to him, give him anything he wants in return for his pleasure. You give in to him completely, letting him take over you entirely as he pumps himself into you over and over. 

He suddenly takes hold of you in different ways, taking your body with an arm around your ribs, the other sliding a hand up to your throat.

“Let them hear you, princess,” he instructs once again, pressing a careful grip on the sides of your neck, “let them hear you scream my name as I fuck you, as I fill you up with my cum.” 

“Please,” you cry out along with a gasp of his name, not caring about who can hear or any other dangerous creatures of the night. You have him, and he will keep you safe. You give yourself to him. You become his and only his in the moment. Your voice wavers as you cry out for him, but you moan it just as loud as before, feeling the bliss of his cock so deep inside of you. 

“Again,” he orders you, his voice now strained on his tongue. You’re aware he’s getting just as close as you, but he keeps his composure in the moment, dropping the hand around your ribs to your ass with a single, solid smack against your flesh. Your body jerks, but instantly warmth floods every inch. In the moment, you realize you find pleasure not only with him inside of you, but with him making you his in any way he can. You want to be used by him because it feels too good, want him to fuck you and fill you up and do it whenever, wherever he wants. 

“Please,” you cry again, tears beginning to trickle behind your eyelids from the overwhelming pleasure. “Please… come inside of me…”

Hearing the words, he can hold out no longer. He takes a final breath, a final groan, and topples over the edge of bliss. He spills his cum inside of your walls, filling you with his seed as you begin to tremble from your own pleasure. His release is hot inside of you, feeling his cock twitch as he gives you every single drop. 

He pulls out of you with a heavy sigh, just as spent as you, breathless beyond belief. But he doesn’t take too long to recover. Gently, he spins your bare body around to face him, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips as his hand falls between your thighs. Without warning, he eases two of his fingers inside your pussy, sinking into the mix of his cum and your juices. He pushes his release into your body as it begins to drip down your slit, making sure not to waste a single drop. 

“Princess,” he says softly, his tone gentle, his voice comforting. You stare into his eyes as he fucks you with his fingers, lids fluttering as the bliss swells, lips parting to softly whimper. “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers with my cum deep inside of you.”

The words leave you shaking. You feel so alive with him in the moment. He does everything right. As if the two of you were made for one another.

You can only brace yourself against his bare shoulders, hands pressing to the softness of his warm skin. He buries his fingers inside of you before pressing his thumb to your clit. You’re already trembling from being fucked by him, you know it won’t take much longer. He pulls you into a kiss once more, allowing you to moan against his lips and become lost in the moment once again. 

You become lost in his arms, the pleasure taking hold once more. Heat begins to rise, so on edge already as he circles your clit and sinks his fingers into you deep. All you can do is whimper his name and dig your nails into his skin, knees trembling, body aching for another release.

And he gives it to you. The bliss comes crashing down around you, lightning from his touch surging through your body. You cry out and roll your hips against his hand, allowing the overwhelming moment control once again. Your chest heaves and he kisses your neck through your pleasure, again and again and again until you finally begin to come down.

Then he kisses your lips softly, gently, taking his time to savor the feel of your skin against his own. He pulls you close, letting you know you’re his now, his princess, and he will keep you safe so you don’t have to feel lonely any longer. 

[kayiswriting]

sweet dreams | ❤️

w / au's: optional male lead, fluff, sugar daddy vibes

summary: a sweet, tender little fluff where he tucks you in after a date...

words: 1,105

Having dinner on the balcony of his condo seems like the ideal, fairytale evening only someone like him could offer. The two of you sitting so close after your meal to keep warm in the breeze has your heart fluttering, the heat rushing to your cheeks. He’s more than a gentleman when he removes his coat with a shrug of his shoulders, wrapping it around you with nothing but care and adoration in his eyes, eyes sparkling brighter than the stars in the sky. Blushing, you thank him while sipping your wine and you’re not sure how many glasses you’ve had when you’re so lost in his love and wrapped up in him.

The view of the city from his balcony is breathtaking, and you comment on the fact, but he finds it difficult to focus when he can only remind himself how beautiful you look in the dress trimmed in black lace he picked out just for you. The weight of his gaze has you blushing all over again, though you’ve experienced this exact evening with him hundreds of times and somehow he always manages to make it feel like the first.

“You look incredible tonight,” he leans over to whisper in your ear, a chill running down your spine from his deep voice so close to make you weak in the knees. The two of you have left the table for his staff to clear while you cling to the railing with one hand, wine glass cupped in the other. He stands behind you, arms wrapped around your waist to make sure you’re warm, and there’s no way you couldn’t be when he’s so close. “I love this dress on you.”

“What? This old thing?” you tease, earning a chuckle and kiss against your jaw when his lips begin to roam. Never mind that he had it ordered and sent to you only hours ago – something he does when he wants to be spontaneous with his surprises. And there are never enough of those when it comes to you, according to him. 

“You know where it would look great?” he asks, hands falling from your waist to grip your hips, mouth lowering to your neck to earn goosebumps with every single kiss.

“On your bedroom floor?” you reply, only half-jokingly but the thought does send warmth flooding throughout your body.

“Well, I was going to say at this boring dinner I have to attend next week where I would like you to accompany me,” he informs you, “but I do like the way you think.” 

Suddenly, he turns your body to face him. In the midst of the abrupt motion, you’re not sure if it’s the wine or coming so close to his lips that leaves you light-headed, but you ignore the rush for now as he leans closer. His soft, warm lips against your own soothes the dizziness in seconds, deepening the kiss in a moment’s notice as your hand rises to wrap fingers around his neck. The action earns a groan against your skin with his body pressing against your own to allow you to feel the excitement of being so close and having you in his arms.

When he pulls away, you can’t help but to gulp as the blood rushes to your head once again upon seeing his eyes darken with desire, licking his lips to savor the taste of you on his skin. And all it takes is one nod of his head and a slip of your hand in his to signal where the night is headed.

As you make your way from the balcony to head inside, you’re glad you left your heels by the door in fear of stumbling as he guides you. Your legs quiver, from his kiss and from the alcohol, so unsteady in moments and it doesn’t take long for him to notice.

“Too much wine?” he teases you, pausing to press a hand to the small of your back to keep you upright. A smirk forms on his lip as warmth rushes to your face, feeling embarrassed you might have gotten carried away, but it’s always so easy to let loose with him.

“I, uh, yes!” Then you giggle, trying to form words but you only ever realize how tipsy you are when it’s too late. His smile widens with a shake of his head, continuing to drag you through the large living room on ice cold, wooden floors chilling your bare feet. As you make your way down the long hallway, passing room after room you’re not even sure what he uses them for, the dizziness turns into drowsiness, barely being able to keep your balance while he pulls you along.

Relief floods you the moment you’re in his spacious bedroom, finding comfort in his bed against the soft, white and gray duvet once he guides you to have a seat. Watching as he tugs the buttons on his sleeves before beginning to roll them to his elbows warms your body twice as much, even though the alcohol electrifying every inch of you already has you so hot… and suddenly sleepy.

Your eyes flutter, though not from need or desire, but from the effects of one too many glasses of wine. Biting your lip, you try to focus on him as he reaches behind you, exhaling softly once he unzips the back of your dress.

“You know,” he says, fingers gripping the lacey straps to ease them down your shoulders, “you’re so cute when you’re sleepy.”

Your back hits the soft, cool duvet a second later, struggling to keep your eyes open while he peels the dress from your body, folding it once before setting it against the matching, white bench at the foot of the bed. He leaves you in white, lace lingerie he’s also gifted you the same afternoon, biting his lip as he takes in the sight of you, but it quickly turns innocent as he pulls the covers back before assisting you in resting your head against the pillow.

“And you’re cute when you’re… cute,” you babble, causing him to laugh softly and shake his head. 

Soon, he has you all bundled up beneath the blankets, so warm and so close to drifting off to sleep. A kiss against your forehead urges you to give in to the sleepiness, and his hand caressing your back eases all the tension from your body to have you succumbing to a peaceful dreamland.

Even if it’s not the way you expected to end such a fairytale evening, you can’t help but to think he is still your prince charming. 

[kayiswriting]

painted flesh | 🔞

w / au's: optional male lead, mdni(18+only), oral sex (f rec.),

words: 648

my kindle author page~

He paints patterns on your skin with his lips, trailing down your body with need, but taking his time. His mouth presses to your spine. Each kiss is more delicate than the last, warming your body up as you lay on your stomach, soft sheets beneath you, coolness in the air that makes you shiver right along with his touch. 

You giggle his name. You can’t help it. Not with the way he tenderly kisses your body all the way down to your ass. You wiggle beneath him, sensitive from the ticklish nature of his soft and sweet kisses. He loves to watch you get worked up from his mouth alone, knowing he’s only just getting started.

Strong hands grip your sides as he hovers over you to raise your hips from the bed. He carries on while you allow him to do anything and everything he wants to your body, knowing his loving touches take care of you so, so well. 

“Spread your legs, baby.” His deep, needy voice sends a surge of warmth straight between your thighs. An ache settles in your core from him, feeling his lips back on your body once again for a moment between words. “Let me taste your pussy, sweetheart.” 

Another surge of pure heat makes you tremble from the dark desire in his voice. You follow the instructions with an eager whimper, raising your hips along with his help, parting your thighs, putting your dripping cunt on display for him so his tongue can lap up your juices.

He wastes no time doing as promised. His mouth presses your slit, over your entrance, stopping for a moment to taste your honey before diving lower. Your shiver upon the contact. Warmth spirals from your core to the rest of your body as he tastes you. He works his tongue over your clit, swallowing every drop of arousal that drips down to his mouth. He tastes your pussy from behind, earning moans and whimpers of his name, cries for more that beg him not to stop. 

His hands grip your hips tighter, getting lost in the moment and the way you taste. The way you drip on his tongue. How you shiver with every delicious circle around your swollen, aching bud. The cries you release and the way you beg him to come. He loves every second of it as he sucks on your clit.

“Please,” you cry out, hands twisting the sheets, ass rising in the air as you roll your hips against his mouth. “I’m so close,” you gasp, eyes screwing shut, concentrating on the pressure of his thick tongue over your pussy, imagining how it looks in your mind to see him buried between your thighs from behind. 

All he can do is groan against your flesh. He holds you tight, keeping you in place while licking your pussy, massaging your clit with the flat of his tongue until every cry from your mouth or tremble against his hands tells him you’re coming undone. A final gasp filling the room signals the pleasure overwhelming your body, growing weak before him as you ride out the bliss against his tongue.

But he doesn’t pull away, continuing to gather up every drop of slick and salty essence, overwhelming you further until you can take no more. Another gasp fills the room as you’ve grown too sensitive after coming down from the high. You’re shaking in his hands all over again, wiggling in his grasp, whimpering it’s too much until he finally pulls away from you.

With a satisfied, yet sleepy grin, you collapse to the sheets. It doesn’t take long to feel his body press against you from behind, gathering you up in his arms to pull you close to him. You melt into his chest just like you always do, completely spent from the pleasure and blissfully on cloud nine. 

[kayiswriting]

untitled drabble #1 | ❤️

w / au's: optional male lead, fluff, co-workers, office romance

summary: he doesn't realize he's falling for you until it's too late...

words: 1,165

In life there are key moments to know when someone is falling in love. From one’s head snapping in the direction of whoever just said your name, to the discreet way gifts can be given as if it’s no big deal. There’s the kind gestures and the “this made me think of you” moments that are a given when someone’s heart begins to ache for another.

But he is not falling in love. Nope. No way. How could he fall for his coworker? It’s not like you spend so much time working on projects and deadlines together. It’s not like he sneaks glances when you aren’t looking and knows your exact order at the local coffee shop two blocks away.

But he’s not falling in love.

Not when he leaves your favorite kind of candy on your desk and “have a good day” sticky notes stuck to your computer monitor. And especially not when you’re the first person he greets in the morning and the one he walks to the parking lot with, just to make sure you get to your car safely, yet he’s parked on the other side.

No. Definitely not love.

“We’re friends,” he explains when another coworker gives him a hard time over it. “We work well together.”

That’s the explanation he gives that no one is buying. You’re oblivious to it all. You only enjoy having someone you're close to at work considering how demanding the job can be. You lean on him and he offers help. You ask him for favors and he’s jumping to get it done. He’s even covered for you a time or two, not hesitating to take the fall when something’s gone astray. 

“We’re friends,” you tell your sister because she swears you go on and on about him. She also swears he’s in love with you, but you’re quick to shut the idea down. “I like working with him.”

So it goes on like that for a while. He’s not falling in love… until he realizes he is. When the gifts start to become frequent. A free coffee here and there, a pastry to go along with it. He swears it’s just so you’ll have a better day, not bothering to obsess over why it’s so important to him that you have a good day. When he tells a joke, you’re the first person he looks for. If he’s honest, he doesn’t care about if the others laugh as long as he gets to see your smile. 

And he realizes he has a favorite pair of earrings you wear (little cherries to match your red blouse), a song he listens to and thinks of you, and the way you write the word “Tuesday” makes him smile. He doesn’t know what it is. Maybe how the “U” curves into the “E”. He finds it cute. 

Now he’s not falling in love but already in love with you, and he can’t urge his heart to slow down. He catches himself staring when he can, and daydreaming when you’re not around. Everything you say is now a million times funnier and everything you do a million more times cuter. It makes him nervous.

He’s never lacked confidence, but now he wonders is he good enough for the object of his dreams? Awkwardness takes over when he’s around that you laugh off and chalk up to him being silly. Because he can always make you laugh, and he’s always thinking of you, and always doing cute things for you. All the things people do when they’re falling in love.

But you’re definitely not falling for one another. “There’s no way,” you tell your sister, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach that flutter when you think of him. “He doesn’t feel that way about me, and I can’t feel that way about him. He’s my coworker.”

You don’t bother to tell her when you start leaving “Happy Tuesday” notes on his desk. You can’t wrap your head around what he finds so amusing about it, you just do it because it makes him smile. There’s nothing better than when he smiles at you. Or when he buys you coffee and pastries because he knows all your favorite things. Even when you’re working together, you notice how handsome he is when he’s concentrating on a task or how excited he becomes when the two of you finish a project.

Everything about him begins to feel perfect before you can realize you’re falling head first for him. Then you don’t feel as secure around him. You second guess yourself, your actions, your words, even what you wear down to your earrings. Until one day he asks where the bright red cherry ones are, and it makes your heart swell. 

“So, what’d you bring for lunch?” he asks one day, lingering around your desk but not looking you in the eye. He’s been acting strange, and you wonder if you’ve given yourself away with how you feel. 

“I was in a rush this morning,” you tell him, typing away on your computer to ignore the sudden tension between the two of you. It always felt so comfortable. You’ll hate yourself if getting a crush on a coworker ruined the great relationship the two of you had. “Left without my lunch. I’m so stupid sometimes.”

“Don’t say that,” he responds with a shake of your head. Even if you were only joking, his tone is serious. “You’re far from it. Do you… want to maybe… I don’t know…” He rubs the back of his neck, clearly nervous over something. What could you have done that was so bad to make him act this way around you?

“Are you alright?” You frown, meeting his eyes for the first time since the conversation started. Within them you see the softness he’s always had for you. The weight leaves his shoulders as his body slacks a little, then he chuckles to himself.

“I’m trying to ask you out to lunch…” He sighs. “I’m just really awkward when it comes to these things.”

These things? “To having lunch?” Your heart drums in your chest. 

He takes in a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “I would really like it if we went to lunch together.” Now he’s talking like a robot. You can’t help but to giggle at him, which in turn, has him laughing. 

“A lunch date?” you ask quietly, too worried over ruining things to put it plainly, but the way your heart beats for him gives you the courage.

He smiles softly, nodding his head. “A date.” He clears his throat, looking around to see a few coworkers nearby grinning at the two of you proving they were right all along. He has no choice but to play it cool, now. “Would you like to go out on a lunch date with me?”

Maybe lunch dates are something else people do that are falling in love. In that case, you definitely can’t say no to him.

[kayiswriting]

drip | 🔞

w / au's: optional male lead, mdni(18+only), musician!au

summary: gettin' down and dirty in his studio

words: 2,140

my kindle author page~

All it takes is one text to have his hands on your body. No matter where he is. No matter what you’re doing. When the mood strikes him (sometimes, you) a simple message has you leaving work early to meet at his place, has him skipping the movies with friends just to see you, or like now, has you stirring from your already miserable sleep to meet him at the studio.

If it were anyone else, you would tell them to get fucking lost. Yet, when it comes to him, there’s something about the way he touches, kisses, says your name and makes you weak in the knees all at once. His deep voice when he’s desperately needy sends shivers down your spine, and his icy fingertips against your flushed skin earn goosebumps with every motion.

Maybe he needs a break from working on whatever song, and you’re eager to give it to him, even if all you managed to do was throw on a coat over your nearly nude body adorning nothing but the panties you wear to sleep. Doesn’t matter when he has your clothes off in seconds, scattered on the floor of his studio along with his t-shirt and crumpled pieces of paper.

“Baby…” he groans into your ear from behind, with your hips pushed against his desk and your panties being eased down your ass by his fingers, only to join the rest of your clothes on the floor. The two of you are far from the relationship type, yet you can’t help but to love the pet names he isn’t shy about speaking. “I’m sorry if I woke you. I just needed to have you.”

You grin at the words, knowing the way he’s gripping your bare chest with a large palm makes him anything but sorry in the moment. Shaking your head, you shrug it off. “I couldn’t sleep anyway. Maybe I needed you, too.”

“Oh?” he questions, nibbling on your ear with gentle teeth to earn your ass pushed against his hardening cock. A groan follows before he can release any more words, causing you to giggle tiredly. “Then let me make it worth your while.”

After earning a whimper from his thumb teasing your nipple, his touches lower down your stomach, finding themselves parting your thighs. Naturally, your back arches the moment his fingers graze your folds, causing your legs to tremble and a whisper of his name to leave your lips. In return, you hear his deep chuckle from behind, other hand coaxing your ass toward him thanks to soft strokes against your cheek, with your palms pressing to the surface of his desk.

By the time his fingers begin working your clit from the front, his hand previously on your ass slips between your thighs, pressing a single digit against your entrance. Your jaw slacks, a gasp filling the studio as your hips rise to give him access, causing the pleasure against your clit to cease for the time being, yet it doesn’t seem to matter the moment he eases two fingers inside of you.

“Relax, baby,” he eases your body with a whisper from behind, feeling the tension in your muscles as his fingers push deep inside of you. Your body continues to press forward until you’re nearly flush with the desk, only until he reaches to press a palm against your chest. As he pumps his fingers slowly, his grip on your body rises, finding himself wrapping fingers around your throat until your back is arched once again.

You melt into his grasp, body flushed and hot the moment he takes control of you. Even with his loose grip around your neck, you obey the commands of his own body while hearing a simple zip before his pants fall to pool around his ankles. A moment later, you feel the head of his cock pressed hot against your ass as he adjusts himself to align with your entrance.

The moment the tip of his cock brushes over the arousal dripping from your slit, his fingers around your neck tighten just a bit. A deep groan slips from his lips while teasing your slit, pressing his cock into you just enough to wet the tip as you begin to push your hips back to meet his body.

You’re met with a warning, fingertips against your neck tighter than before, and then he loosens his grip. Your body relaxes once again, anticipation driving you wild because there’s nothing you want more than to feel his cock sink deep into your body. A slight whimper of a plea hits his ears, and in return he understands how much you need release, finally thrusting his hips forward as his cock fills you up in a second.

You gasp his name, eyes screwing shut, yet he can barely hear the noise over his own sigh of relief. His fingers tighten around your throat, letting you know just how good it feels when you’re wrapped around him, and you can’t disagree. Your walls clench his length, earning an eager groan before he pulls his hips away to thrust into you once again.

“Harder,” you gasp, fingers clutching the desk beneath you, “please.” You beg him, and in return receive a hand on your ass, parting your folds with a strong palm to gain better access before falling into a steady rhythm. Skin against skin drives you wild, noises filling the studio of hot, wet desperation and your thighs are trembling in no time.

His soft grunts and groans behind you warn you his pace is about to become more aggressive, getting lost in being with you, and as he does, his grip around your throat tightens. Moans and whimpers stifle at the action, yet the room is spinning enough, and pleasure is filling you to the brim, it’s difficult to care and the pressure only adds to the bliss.

Before you know it, his hips are suddenly slowing in exchange for slow, deep thrusts while his hand slips around to settle fingers between your thighs. “Come for me, baby,” he whispers, so deep and raspy and needy, in your ear as his mouth lowers to your neck. He begins to rub circles against your clit and his teeth suddenly scrape across your neck, earning a quivering body in his hold as the pleasure builds inside of you. “Come all over my cock. I want you dripping by the time I’m done with you.”

His words offer no help to your sanity, yet you can feel the warmth swelling between your legs.

“Please, baby,” he begins again, “I need to feel it.” 

His fingers work your clit and from his deep thrusts behind you, easing his cock over the spot that has you crying out his name, you can’t hold out any longer. The bliss bubbles over to send you to your peak, body falling forward the moment he releases his grip on your neck in exchange for his palms against your hips. He wastes no time slamming his cock in and out of you with sudden force, fucking you through the pleasure as the waves of electricity surge through you.

As the bliss begins to settle, he can’t slow down, causing you to whimper and cry out his name in return. He has no mercy thrusting his cock deep into your dripping, clenched walls as your hips slam against the desk. Only until he releases a huff and a groan do you realize he’s reaching his end, hips slowing, grip on your body loosening, and he releases so much built up tension inside of you to drip down your thighs just like he wanted.

When he pulls away, you feel droplets ease from within to coat your flesh, even landing on the floor, yet all you can do is attempt to catch your breath with your body still resting against his desk. He falls back into the closest chair after adjusting his pants, and in a moment he has your messy body scooped up in his arms to press kisses against your temple. Regardless of the mess, you can’t complain, knowing he will be able to complete his work and you’ll be sound asleep the moment you crawl back into bed.

[kayiswriting]

the game you crave | 🔞

w / au's: optional male lead, mdni(18+only), soft dom mmc,

summary: he tells you to behave, but you don't like to listen...

words: 4,920

my kindle author page~

He remains focused with his eyes trained on the two men in front of him, watching as they take sips of their dark liquor in their glasses between spilling the usual business talk you’ve already grown bored of. You’re no amateur to the charity parties he tends to bring you to, a proud smile on his lips anytime he walks into the fancy hotels with you on his arm and the stares from other men to boost his ego.

You sip your champagne and smile anytime his friends turn to you, wanting to make a good impression on them just for him. Even if the conversation is all business other than a few mentions of the checks they’ll be signing by the end of the night, with a bit of money and subtle competition mixed in, you stand by his side, his arm around your waist, feeling his grip tighten to let you know he’s still thinking of you and it makes it all worth it.

Though, as the men wander away to continue their conversations elsewhere, leaving him and you lingering near the bar as you finish off your glass and feel a bit lighter, the playfulness rises as the boredom settles. Not that you don’t enjoy being by his side. You swear you do, but the champagne has your body tingling as you giggle and press yourself against his side.

“How much longer?” you whisper in his ear and he cocks a grin.

“Not too much, sweetheart,” he promises as you reach for him after tucking your gold clutch beneath your opposite arm. Running your hand along the front of his gray suit jacket with your fingertips stopping just at the buckle of his belt, you earn a raised brow. “Behave,” he tells you, tone suddenly stern and deep as he tries to hold back his smile.

Leaning closer, you lick your lips, kiss his cheek, and whisper, “but I’m bored.”

Of course, you know these parties are just as good for his business. He needs to socialize with the other execs in his field, make his presence known, and land any new deals to grow his company. You admire how hard he works, and you certainly don’t mind the new outfits he will send to your place as a surprise to wear as you accompany him. It even makes you feel special that he’s so proud to have you on his arm, showing you off, hoping to make a few people even more jealous of him.

Still, you’ve been at the party for a while. Your feet are aching thanks to your heels. The slight buzz from the alcohol is wearing off, though you’re still feeling a bit playful due to lack of entertainment. Usually you can find another date that was dragged along to strike up a conversation with. Tonight, it’s all suits and older women with fur around their necks and their noses turned up. You cling to his side and he squeezes an arm around your waist before another man with a suspicious smile and a drink in his hand walks up to the two of you.

The man starts chatting him up, and with him being the polite, yet smart business man that he is, smiles and listens. You feel out of place in an instant, sighing and stepping away from your date, but his arm slips from around your body to rest a hand on your wrist.

“Excuse me,” you smile at the two, “I’ll leave the two of you to talk. I’m going to go freshen up.”

He offers a gentle squeeze and smiles in return as the other man nods. You leave the two of them to make your way to the nearest restroom after returning your champagne glass to the bar, finally feeling as if you can take a full breath once you’re alone. The crowd has a way to feel as if it could suffocate you even with the light jazz filling the room, but the melodies of the band turn into echoes as soon as you enter the bathroom.

You inhale the soft scent of the floral air freshener while making your way to the mirror on the far wall. With your hands resting against the marble countertop, you glance over your reflection and release a sigh. The tension leaves your body, letting your guard down for a moment while hoping it won’t be too much longer until you can be alone with him. With him being busy with work, and charity functions, and keeping up his reputation while socializing and making new deals, you already feel as if your time in private with him is cut short, only having weekends to spend time together if his assistant isn’t calling in the middle of dinner with a sudden question needing answered or paper waiting to be signed at the last minute.

The thoughts have an idea swirling in your mind. The need for his attention grows as you shimmy into a bathroom stall just in case anyone were to walk in at that moment, reaching for your phone from your clutch and quickly tapping the screen to reach the camera. You align the device so the lens has the perfect view of your lips, your exposed chest and a hint of your cleavage, and the glittery outline of your v-cut dress.

With a smirk you send the picture to him. Your heart races as you wait for the ping to fill the bathroom stall, quickly clicking your phone to read your newest text message.

I thought I told you to behave.

Your chest spirals with warmth, heart fluttering as you grin and type your reply.

but I want to play…

The heat spreads from your chest to the pit of your stomach, adrenaline rushing through you because you can just picture his face — eyes wide before he settles, jaw clenching until there’s a smirk on his lips — when he realizes what you need. Not like it’s any secret, of course. Your few nights you spend together somehow always end up like this. You tease him, he becomes a bit more stern just to rile you up further. It’s a simple, but effective game the two of you play to show just how much you desire one another. The end result is always worth it as long as you get the attention you crave from him.

After a minute passes with no reply, you make your way from the bathroom into the hall after tucking your phone into your clutch. A few party-goers pass by and nod with their smiles, and you hope it isn’t evident on your face how hot you’re becoming from the anticipation.

It doesn’t take long for him to find you. After wandering around near the entrance to the ballroom, he spots you before saying a quick goodbye to colleagues and making his way toward you. As he approaches, the butterflies swarm your stomach just from the look on his face alone. With one brow raised and a smirk on his lips, he says nothing as he takes you by the arm to lead you away from the party.

“Oh, are we leaving?” you question in an innocent tone as you bat your lashes, causing him to scoff. “I didn’t even say goodbye—”

“As if you care,” he remarks, guiding you from the hallway to the elevators in the large lobby. Of course he’s rented a room, you think. As if he was already planning to make a quick exit if need be. You don’t blame him since the drive to his place would be a long one even with a chauffeur. Luckily, all you have to do is be patient enough to make it up a few floors before his hands are on you. “You’re a naughty girl, you know that?”

He cards fingers through his hair and shakes his head the moment the elevator doors close. You giggle and press your body to his with a pout on your lips.

“I can’t help it,” you admit, innocence in your tone even if your thoughts are far from it. “I want you.”

“Mm,” he hums, placing hands on your hips to keep you against him. “Even if you disobey me? I told you to behave.”

The elevator dings at the third floor, and you grow bold with every second that passes. “What if I don't want to?” you challenge him, watching him narrow his eyes and smirk.

Without a word, his hands lower to the hem of your dress. Fingers skim your flesh before his touches disappear between your thighs, earning a gasp as he cups your heat and his deepened tone leaves you shaking. “What if I push these panties down right here and make you remember how?”

You’re both aware you’re hoping it’s more of a promise than a threat. Even if the doors open at the sixth floor now and any second someone could step onto the elevator and spot you. His fingers caressing your slit over your panties have you caring less. Your body aches for him, clit throbbing so much that you press your thighs together and cling to his suit jacket with a tight grip.

“Answer me, sweetheart.” His tone has softened but his expression remains stern. Your heart skips a beat. The heat swells as his fingers continue to play between your thighs. You want him so badly it begins to hurt and no doubt there’s arousal dripping from your core to soak your panties by now. When you fail to reply, he takes a gentle grip on your neck, rubbing his thumb along your jaw, missing the sound of the door opening at the eleventh floor. “Do you want me to shove my fingers into your cunt until you’re begging to come, or should I skip straight to fucking you with my cock until you remember correctly?”

The darkened tone of the words leaves you gulping, opening your mouth to speak but losing the boldness you once possessed. His fingers against your slit only make it more difficult to reply, eyes closing, tempted to rock yourself against his hand for more friction, more pleasure.

The elevator reaches the top floor with a ding and he pulls away in an instant. A whine almost escapes you from losing his touch, but a simple nod from him has you following him into the hallway. You hustle to keep up with his pace as the two of you make the short trip to the suite he has rented. With your arm linked around his and his hands in his pockets, he says nothing as he leads you to the door, fishing out the key card before sliding it in the slot to unlock the door.

A second later, he tugs you inside and his hands are on your body. Your back becomes flush with the door, his lips against your own pinning you in place as the click of a lock echoes throughout the suite. His palms run along your body, starting with your hips before moving to your breast. You moan against his skin, hot, worked up, aching between your thighs as your nipples harden against the thin material of your dress.

He presses his body to your own a second later for you to feel his erect cock through his slacks. Anytime you whimper against his lips, he grips you tighter, fingers digging against flesh, your shaky hands clutching his jacket tight. Until it falls from his shoulders and he pulls away to loosen the tie around his neck.

“Come,” is all he says for you to follow him toward the king sized bed after you slip your heels off at the door and leave your clutch behind. The large glass pane windows are only a few feet away from where the two of you stand, curtain pulled back and you wonder if anyone were to look, could they witness you dropping to your knees the moment he tells you to?

You don’t disobey him now that you’re alone. You allow him to run his fingers through your hair, leaving messy strands as he takes a gentle fistful and you release a gasp from your lips.

“You’re such a dirty girl,” he comments with a smirk, heat building between your thighs. “I bet you were thinking about this all night, weren’t you?”

You blink and nod, following his movements with your eyes as he reaches to grip his hardened length through his pants. He tightens his grip on your hair while chuckling, and goosebumps cover your skin as your heart races.

“Well sweetheart,” he exhales, dropping his hand from his cock to brush his thumb over your lips, parting them to shove the digit inside your mouth. Without hesitation, you suck on his flesh, watching the way his eyes ignite with desire at the sight. “If you want my cock so badly, you know what to do.”

His tone is deep, stern, and it shakes you to your core. His expression darkens as he shifts into a more dominant role that is only present when your body and actions ask for it. Was he really mad? Of course not. He feigns his irritation because it gets you so worked up. It’s all a part of the game you crave, allowing him to become a bit rougher while still taking care of you because you trust him and only him. There’s something so sexy about giving up all control to someone that deserves it, someone that appreciates and respects the game you play as well as you and your body. Having him be the one to give you what you need only out of pleasure for the two of you has your body in overdrive. You need him. You crave him.

You reach to tug on his belt, unbuckling and working the buttons to his slacks a second later. He keeps a loose grip on your hair as you uncover his length, pulling him out of his slacks before your fingers wrap around him. The groan that builds in his chest has the warmth blossoming from your core all over again. His eyes remain focused on you, watching as you smirk, grip him tight, and lean closer to run your tongue along the slit of his cock.

“C’mon, baby,” he encourages, voice softer now, a bit more playful.

He grins down at you and you bite your bottom lip for a moment and squeeze the base of his length, watching his expression shift as his jaw clenches. You take him past your lips, teasing the tip with your tongue to watch him unfold. He loses a bit of his composure while you never break eye contact. Taking him farther into your mouth, you bob your head and your hand tends to the rest of him. His eyes begin to flutter the moment you massage the underside of his cock with your tongue, lingering for a moment before pulling away to release his length.

You work him back and forth, gathering your own saliva as lubricant before you lean in to repeat the motion. Your lips wrap around his flesh and he begins to groan before licking his lips and tossing his head back. You work him in your mouth just the way he likes, feeling your own heat ache and drip with need. The sounds of the pleasure you offer — slick, messy noises from your mouth — mix with his own groans growing louder. His body tenses, allowing the bliss to take over as you suck him off, and the sight of his closed eyes and parted lips with flushed cheeks boosts your own ego this time.

You call for him in the sweetest of voices when you pull your mouth away, earning his attention as his gaze switches from your face to your hand stroking his length. “I want you.” You bat your lashes and stare up at him with your bottom lip pouting just a bit. He grins and shakes his head, brows arching for a split-second.

“My cock in your mouth isn’t enough?” he teases, feeling a wave of heat wash over you. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

“I want you to fuck me,” you tell him boldly, tightening your grip around the base of his length just enough to have him tense. “Please,” you add, sweetly.

He chuckles, releasing his grip on your hair to cup your face. “Now you want to be cute, huh?” He pauses for a moment, and your heart races. “Get up.”

Adrenaline shoots through you in a rush of electricity as you rise to your feet. He begins plucking the buttons to his black dress shirt while you stand before him, knees shaking, body aching. He takes his time tossing the clothing to the floor, pushing his slacks and silk boxer-briefs lower on his hips with his cock still hard and throbbing for attention.

“On the bed.”

You follow his instructions, planting your knees against the mattress as your hands hold your weight, wiggling your ass in the air just to taunt him. The quiet, breathy chuckle you receive in return leaves you grinning, but all smiles fade the moment he takes hold of your hips from behind to keep you in place. Pushing the hem of your dress over your ass, his eyes fall to the way your black, sheer panties cling to your slick skin, spotting the arousal already making a mess between your thighs just from pleasuring him with your mouth.  

“Mm, you are a dirty thing, aren’t you?” he teases, running two fingers along your slit to feel the slickness through your panties. A whimper escapes your lips, bending your back and attempting to push your body toward him for more, but the hand that remains on your hip keeps you in place. “Already so wet just from sucking me off? Does it turn you on that much to have my cock in your mouth, sweetheart?”

You whimper once more, head already dizzy just from the simplests of touches. Your fingers cling to the white duvet beneath you, licking your lips and blinking a few times to regain control of your unsteady voice. “Please…”

“Ah-ah,” he begins to scold you, but the palm coming down against your ass does the rest. A sharp snap echoes throughout the suite as you gasp and tense your body, and he does a good job of soothing the sting with gentle caresses that allow you to melt into his touch. “Dirty girls don’t get what they want when they misbehave.”

He brings it back to your earlier behavior, and somehow the thought has you buzzing with excitement on the inside. You feel naughty, disobedient and deserving of his teasing, you’re well aware. The fact that he drags the moment out leaves you hot and shaking, needing his touches and knowing if you’re patient enough after getting him so worked up, the pleasure he eventually offers will be well worth it.

A second later, he interrupts your thoughts the moment he pulls his hand from between your thighs. Heat floods your body in a wave of pure need when you hear the sound of him lightly sucking his two fingers, tasting the arousal that soaked through your panties just to taunt you further.

“You taste so sweet,” he tells you, and the ache between your legs deepens. “Too bad you didn’t listen to me earlier, or I would have loved for you to come on my tongue.”

You cry out, voice shaking, tone less bold than before. You grow weak at the thought of his mouth between your thighs. Your clit throbs for attention, swollen and needy as juices drip from your core. You need his touches, his hands on you, his tongue between your folds pleasuring you and making you come.  

“What’s wrong, baby?” His hand runs along the curve of your back until he reaches the zipper of your dress. Before you can reply, he’s chuckling as he undresses you, allowing the straps to fall from your shoulders, the material hanging loosely on your body. “I thought you liked our little game. Do you regret teasing me knowing you might not get to come?”

The threat earns a bitten bottom lip as you try to hold back the whimpers, keeping yourself from flat out begging as he tugs on your dress to have your body rising from the bed so he can uncover your chest. He doesn’t hesitate slipping the dress down your body, over your hips and ass, until you maneuver left and right for him to toss the material to the side. Now you’re left in nothing but your soaked panties, trembling with need, dying for release as he lowers to his knees behind you. You feel his breath against your slit, knowing he’s so close, his mouth hovers near your drenched folds as his hands knead your ass. A chill runs down your spin the moment he hooks his fingers into your panties, ever so slowly peeling them from your body to uncover your ass and dripping, swollen slit for him.

The groan that builds in his throat leaves you gripping the duvet beneath you tighter. Knowing he’s right behind you, staring at your awaiting pussy needing attention, feeling his breath on your skin, but not bothering to offer any release forces a gasp from your lips. “Please,” you begin to beg, no shame left in you, “please, I’ll be good.”

“What was that?” he questions, and you can hear the smirk in his tone as your eyes screw shut. He leans closer, pressing his lips to the curve of your ass, earning your walls clenching around nothing at all because you’re still dying for him to touch you.

“I’ll be a good girl for you,” you finally give in, giving him the words he’s been waiting for, allowing him to win the game. “I’ll behave.”

“Good girl,” is all he says, the words strained on his tongue as if it’s difficult for him to resist you. He wastes no more time teasing you, reaching to part your folds with two thumbs on your swollen, hot lips, tongue darting out for just a taste to earn a gasp.

He finds your clit, circling the sensitive bud and you can’t help but to whimper his name. The heat rushes through you, becoming dizzy from finally receiving the attention you had to earn. Your back bends and you try to push your hips to get more of him, becoming greedy after being so worked up, but two strong hands against your ass keep you in place. Licking from your clit up to your dripping cunt, he tastes you further and leaves you breathless. The room spins as your thighs tremble, and he turns his attention back to your clit to earn desperate whines of his name.

As he pleases you from behind, your hips begin to move, rolling your dripping slit against his face and the groan of approval gives you the confidence to keep going. His fingers dig into your skin, keeping a harsh grip on your ass as you allow the pleasure to take hold. As he flattens his tongue against your flesh, he allows you to ride his face, crying out, feeling the tension in the pit of your stomach tighten until every touch of his body against your own feels like nothing but pure bliss.

And when he pulls away, you whine again, disappointed, worked up beyond belief that you’re nearly angry at him for leaving you high and dry.

You whimper his name and pout and he chuckles because he doesn’t care at all.

“Turn over,” he orders you, and you follow the deep commands of his voice without hesitation. You fall to your back as he rises to his feet, meeting his gaze before your eyes fall to his cock in his hand as he strokes his length. His slacks and briefs hang low on his hips as he settles between your parted legs after he finishes pulling your panties from around your thighs to toss aside. You’re bare before him, exposed and vulnerable, but the way he smirks and looks down at you with nothing but adoration has your chest swelling.

He aligns his cock with your entrance after teasing just a bit more with the head against your slit, wanting to hear the way you whine his name one last time. He senses your impatience and you sense how badly he needs to be inside of you as he pushes your thighs higher for better access. With a deep groan building in his chest, he shoves his cock into you, and your back arches from the bed and your fingers claw the sheets beneath you.

“Fuck…” you cry out, bottom lip trembling as he fills you up. From the way he pauses for a minute to catch his breath, it’s clear the heat of being surrounded by you leaves him shaken.

After a few seconds, he begins thrusting into you. His pace is slow at first, long strokes of drawing his cock out and back in earning quiet whimpers and curses beneath your breath. You lick your lips and gasp the moment he snaps his hips, hitting deep within your walls as your eyes screw shut.

“Fuck… you feel incredible,” he compliments just as his head rolls back and he grunts, snapping his hips against your body once again. Electricity floods you in the form of red hot desire, body shaking with every thrust of his hips, the room spinning as he picks up his pace. “So fucking… good.” He groans again and leans closer between your legs, thrusting deep as his lips crash into your own.

You whimper against his skin, wrapping legs around his waist, arms around his back. You hold him close as he fucks you and you pull away with a gasp when he pumps his cock into you with more force. Your nails dig into his bare back, but your heels keep his body close as your thighs tighten against him. You felt the heat swelling between your legs, needing an extra push toward the edge of your own release.

Your hand dips between your bodies, fingers beginning to work your clit while you bite down on your lip to keep from the other guests in the room next door from hearing your cries. Your face twists with pleasure, brow wrinkled, body tense, and each circle around your sensitive flesh brings you closer to your release.

You exhale his name, “faster… please.” Your pleas earn quicker hips pressing against your body as he fucks you like you need. Every thrust makes your mind numb, body on fire until you feel the tension snap, heat swelling in pure bliss to every inch of your body. You quiver against him, moaning to signal you coming undone, and he continues to bury his cock deep into your walls clenching around him.

Every inch of you begins to tingle with the aftermath of ecstasy, growing sensitive as he continues thrusting into you to reach his own peak. His mouth lowers to your neck, groaning against your skin as he teases you with kisses and nibbles, and the moment you come down from your own high, you wrap your arms around him. Your hips match his movements, helping to work his body and bring him closer to the edge, nails leaving marks against his smooth skin, whimpering for him to come inside you to finally have him barrelling over the edge of pleasure.

He spills inside of you, panting and huffing as he gives into the bliss. His motions slow but he continues milking his cock inside your drenched walls, sweat beading against his forehead, lips parted and face flushed. You squeeze yourself around him just to hear him suck in a sharp breath, gulping and exhaling with his brow wrinkled before he pulls out of you.

His body collapses to the bed, and you don’t hesitate to curl up against his side. Your head rests against his bare chest. He drapes a lazy arm around your body. And everything feels perfect as he raises his head with his eyelids still heavy and kisses your face, first your forehead until you adjust to press your lips to his own.

“You’re a mischievous little thing, you know that?” You giggle tiredly at his question and shrug.

“As if you don’t like it…”

“I love it,” he corrects with a sleepy grin. “You know what else I love?”

“Hm?” you hum, relaxing beneath the way his traces patterns against your back with his fingertips, and the affection and care he offers after the way the two of you play is icing on the cake.

“A hot, relaxing bath,” he tells you, earning more giggles. “What do you say? I think there’s a vanilla bath bomb waiting for us, and I’ll throw in a foot massage, too. I’m sure those heels weren’t comfortable all night.”

Your chest swells from him knowing the perfect things to say to make you feel cared for. “You spoil me,” you tell him, and he leans closer to kiss your lips with a proud grin before he guides you to the bathroom, filling the tub with steaming water and dropping in the warm vanilla sugar bath bomb, loving his simple, cute displays of affection to show just how much he loves caring for you.

[kayiswriting]

can they hear? | 🔞

w / au's: optional male lead, mdni(18+only), it's just a dirty drabble... this time in the office!

words: 793

my kindle author page~

You’re breathless the moment he sinks his cock into you, body bent over his desk as your breasts push the CEO’s paperwork over the glossy wooden surface. Your hands even more so as you struggle to hold on to something, anything to keep your mind focused on not being too loud in case his nosy secretary is listening in. Not like it’s abnormal for you to show up at your husband’s office in the middle of the day, craving his affection for a little afternoon delight. 

It certainly gives him a break from the boring work, meetings, and filling out forms, which he makes clear he desperately needs as he pushes your sundress higher over your hips just so he can grab a palmful of your ass. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groans into the air, head falling back and you wish you could see his lust-filled expression as he begins to work his cock in and out of your dripping cunt. Wish you could see him biting his lip to keep quiet. To see his sleeves rolled up, strong arms with veins protruding to hold you against the desk, keeping you in place as he slowly, and deeply, begins burying himself inside of you. “You feel so fucking good.” The words are strained as if he’s holding back in fear of losing control, or at least giving away the boss is fucking his wife to all of the employees just outside the door. 

“Harder,” you cry out in a hushed command, his name following soon after. The warmth bubbles between your legs with every thrust of his cock inside you. It becomes difficult to keep quiet, wanting to moan to the heavens and tell him how incredible he feels fucking you like this. 

The fact that anyone could hear just by walking a bit too close to the office door makes it all the more thrilling. You know it's not locked. Anyone could walk in, but it makes it even hotter. And you’re already beyond worked up just from feeling so full of him, a tight grip on your hips keeping you in place as he buries himself inside your cunt over and over.

“So fucking wet,” he groans out, not caring about the noises either of you make. As if anyone would cross the boss like that or question his actions. No, you have nothing to worry about being married to such a powerful man, getting to fuck at your leisure whenever the mood strikes. “So fucking good, sweetheart.”

His praises send a rush of heat through your body. You know you won’t last long, yet you’re so eager to come around his drenched cock. A hand reaches between your legs. Fingers find your clit. It’s enough to send you barrelling toward the edge. Papers spill over the desk as you drip over his cock. A few pens scattered over the floor, but neither of you care about the mess you’re making. 

“I’m… I’m coming,” you cry out, louder than usual as the tightness in the pit of your stomach takes hold. Pleasure spirals out of control between your thighs, warmth rushing through your body as your knees quiver. His name bounces off the walls from your desperate lips, loving the feel of his thick cock inside you as your pussy spasms around him.

It’s all he can do to hold out. His head falls back, curses fill the air. Feeling your walls gripping his cock sends him over the edge, getting lost in spilling himself inside your soaked pussy. His hips quicken in pace for a moment before the bliss takes over, hot cum filling you until neither of you can take anymore. 

Your body goes weak beneath him as he rests his hands on each side of your head. Quick breaths are the only thing either of you hear, panting until you can both finally regain your composure. As reality sets in, he can’t help but to chuckle as he takes in the mess over his desk. You’re a little worn out from the afternoon quickie, but you soon settle in his arms as he grabs hold of you to pull you close.

“Do you ever wonder if they can hear?” you ask him as he kisses your forehead, reality setting in also making you question whether the two of you ever have an audience or not. A wide smile spreads over his lips.

“I know they can,” he replies with a smirk. “You’re not exactly quiet when you come, sweetheart.”

Your jaw drops, a pout taking over your features which only makes him laugh more. 

“Don’t worry,” he says before giving you another quick kiss, “it wouldn’t be as much fun if they couldn’t.”

You have to admit, he’s right.

[kayiswriting]

watch him | 🔞

w / au's: optional male lead, mdni(18+only), it's just a dirty drabble...

words: 709

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In the middle of your nightly face routine, he always seems to make an appearance. Whether it’s to tell you how beautiful you look, kiss you on the back of your head, or even tease you by pulling you close and slipping a hand into your panties. He wastes no time expressing his neediness, feeling the thickness of his arousal pressing against you while his fingers roam between your thighs, slipping over your folds, dipping into the creamy nectar he’s earned.

You breathe his name as your eyes flutter to a close. He’s so good at causing you to melt into his embrace. All it takes is a few strokes of his fingers over your slit. Your body craves him, coming alive with desperate heat, feeling the pleasure begin to rise.

“So wet already for me, baby,” he says in a whisper against your ear, leaning down to hear the way you begin to whimper his name. How you rock your hips against his hand doesn’t go unnoticed, causing him to chuckle, though he takes his time working you up. “Your pussy feels so good like this, so wet and warm and ready for me.”

He continues to tease with his deliciously sinful words spoken between your heavy exhales and sighs. Your hand drops to his arm with a tight squeeze the moment he finds your clit, eyes opening just enough to see the outline of your bodies in the vanity mirror before you, the dim lighting of your bedroom casting a warm glow over your skin hot with pleasure.

“Does it feel good, baby?” he asks after circling your clit a few times, fingers dropping to your entrance just to feel the juices pooling there. He can’t help but to groan, feeling the slickness of your arousal against his skin, knowing he’s the reason you’re on the edge of bliss. “Do you like it when I fuck you with my fingers like this?”

With that, he pushes the digits inside of your heat, making your legs tremble as a gasp fills the room. Your fingernails dig into his arm, feeling his muscles tense as he holds you close with a strong grip. The feeling of him so close, pleasuring you, fucking you with his fingers, tempts you to open your eyes once more.

Again you take in the two of you in the reflection. A strong, veiny arm wrapped around your body. His hand disappeared inside of the expensive, lace panties he bought you however long ago. His head tilted over your shoulder, mouth dangerously close to your ear just to whisper those dirty words and sinful questions. 

You see the motions of his hand beneath the fabric as he brings his fingers back to your clit. Your legs tremble with weakness from the bliss filling every inch of you as he tends to the swollen nub. You can’t pull your eyes away from the two of you in the mirror.

“Answer me, baby,” he reminds you of his earlier question, making you realize you’ve lost track of time in his embrace. The pleasure begins to grow, heat building inside of your body as you squeeze your thighs around his hand. “Getting close? Going to come all over my fingers?”

“Yes,” is all you can manage, the word ripped off your tongue as you throw your head back. He pulls you even closer with his free arm, holding your body still, keeping you in place as the bliss begins to bubble over.

“Come for me, baby,” he encourages, continuing to play in the juices between your legs, “come all over my fingers, I want to feel it.”

You can’t help but to obey. The pleasure swells and overflows as you cry out his name. It’s all too much, growing dizzy yet feeling the vibrations of your orgasm flowing through your body. You writhe and tremble in his hold, and he doesn’t even think about letting you go until he starts to feel you go limp.

Carefully, he guides you to the bed on your shaking legs, helping you get comfortable enough to catch your breath. He places kisses on your forehead and you can’t help but to giggle tiredly in his arms after the pleasure he’s given you. 

[kayiswriting]

hiii omg i’m so happy you’re back 😭 i love the view from 4b series!!!!! i really hope you post them again someday—and maybe even take a few new requests… 👀 no pressure tho HAHA please keep writing whenever you feel like it. i hope you’re doing well too 🫶🏼

hi! tysm for the support!! I will post them all and some extra I wrote and never posted here ... it's a christmas drabble so I am waiting until the holidays but it is a nice wrap up for the series! hehe

I don't mind anyone sending suggestions! I won't say requests because I am so busy these days with working on my youtube & spotify and the stories I write to self publish, so I can't promise I will get anything done. I still have this demon smut I am working on for the blog that is about halfway done and once a week I write a little more on it LOL I have a whole series planned around it called "seducing my (insert paranormal creature) husband at work lolol but anyone can send in a suggestion for me to write and who knows?? I could be inspired! hehe

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vibrations | 🔞

w / au's: optional male lead, mdni(18+only), ass play, toys, public sex, praise kink, sub!mmc, soft-dom!reader... a very needy and whiny mmc!

summary: you decide to play a new game with him, and he gets a reward if he can last...

words: 6,258

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The look he gives you as you hold up the black, silicone plug in your hand is more than comical. Though, you don’t even crack so much as a smile as you watch him from the doorway, studying the curve of his lips, the outline of his jaw, the way the muscles of his bare arms flex as he strokes his cock with a tight grip. Sitting naked on the bed you share, he’s prepping himself at your request, not even knowing what kind of devious plans you had up your sleeve before you disappeared and returned with the toy. 

“W-what’s that for?” He gulps after asking, eyes growing wide as his hands slow, but he doesn’t stop touching himself. His thighs tense beneath him, which causes a grin to form on your lips seconds before you are stepping closer to him. 

“I want to play a game today,” you tell him, grin widening into a full blown, wicked smile as you reach to run your fingers through the soft strands of his hair. He eyes you curiously, knowing the two of you have plans to go to the movies in an hour, until you told him to strip and wait for you on the bed, much to his surprise since you were already dressed to go in a breezy summer dress and sandals.

Though, he listens well, especially when you have that tone. Even if it’s a rare mood, he obeys your requests when your words leave your lips much needier than before, eyes half-lidded as you lick your lips and his breath catches in his throat. 

“What kind of game?” His soft, innocent tone sends a shiver through you, knowing he would do whatever you asked of him and the thought has you aching for him. 

“I want to see how long you can last with this inside of you.” His gaze shifts to the plug in your hand as you watch his eyes follow the curve of the silicone all the way to the flared base, and then back to the round tip. 

“But, the movies,” he whines with a pout, and your heart swells and heat floods between your legs. With eyes so wide and a brow that is wrinkled, he has the need growing inside of you to complete the wicked game in your head, only because you know how much pleasure it will give the two of you in the end. 

“We’re still going to the movies,” you inform him, watching the color nearly leave his face, and it makes you giggle. “Relax, it will be fun. Promise. What do you say?”

With his eyes switching between you and the toy you’re holding up, he takes a moment to think it over. Then, with a deep breath, he nods.

“Good boy,” you praise him, and then you notice his expression shift as a shy grin forms on his face. “Roll on your stomach for me.”

It doesn’t take much for him to be crawling on his knees to lay flat on the bed. After all, playing with his ass is nothing new, and something you both enjoy. He sometimes even begs you for it when you get his body riled up enough, which in turn has you weak in the knees for his whiney breaths and desperate pleas. 

You notice his body is stiff as he waits, ass facing you as you scan him from top to bottom. The sight causes you to lick your lips while enjoying the view of his bare flesh with every muscle flexing as he lays there, head in his arms and the curve of his ass just teasing you. He inhales deeply, and exhales slowly, not wanting to rush you, but you can tell the longer you stand there staring, the more eager he becomes. 

You slip your sandals off one by one as you make your move toward the nightstand beside you, grabbing the clear bottle of lubrication from within, and he nearly jumps as you slam the drawer shut. With the toy and bottle in hand, you crawl over him, settling against his thighs to feel his hard, yet smooth skin beneath your dress before dropping the items to the bed. Instantly, you reach to touch him, running cold fingertips over his warmed body, feeling the softness of flesh over his ass, yet the muscles beneath tense the longer you touch him. 

“Relax, baby,” you coo, knowing he can’t be stiff when you insert the toy in him. The last thing you want to do is hurt him, trying to calm his nerves as he thinks about having to go in public with a plug inside him. The thoughts must be reeling in his mind, wondering how he will handle such a task and the idea more than excites you. You’re thrilled, getting to watch him squirm and struggle to keep calm, but for now, you need to ease his worries. 

You begin to knead the tension from his ass, pressing palms to his skin over and over until his breaths deepen. Your nails softly scrape his delicate flesh, just the way he likes, earning a sudden moan spilling from his lips that has a chill surging down your spine, straight between your legs. With no more patience, you part his ass cheeks to see his clean and perfectly shaven entrance tightening the moment the cool air ghosts over his skin. 

 Without warning, you brush a single index finger over his rim, watching him tense all over as a hiss fills the air. You can’t help but to giggle, knowing how sensitive he can be. It’s why it makes it so fun. 

“Breathe,” you warn him, brushing your finger over his flesh again, and this time, he doesn’t jerk. A smile creeps over your face, studying the contrast of your skin and his as you tease his tight hole. Your other hand continues to work against his ass cheek, squeezing and holding him open for your pleasure. “Are you ready for my fingers now?”

Upon hearing the question, he nods furiously. You know he must be so eager and impatient, cock pulsing and aching between him and the bed, and all he wants is to be touched to have some relief. He tightens beneath your finger at just the thought of penetration, earning another surge of warmth to shoot straight between your thighs. 

Without another word, you reach for the bottle, popping the cap with a snap before tilting to allow a few drops to hit his entrance. He hums at the familiar feeling, tightening and flexing his entrance in anticipation. A few small circles around the rosebud lathers him up enough before you’re pushing the tip of your finger harder against him.

He hisses once more, tightening beneath you, tensing his muscles, but he doesn’t tell you to stop. Slowly you push your finger into him, earning a deep, raspy groan of relief as his fingers clutch the bed sheets and he tightens around you. 

“How does that feel?” you ask, dragging your finger away from him to push back in, watching him stiffen.

“I-I like it,” he mutters, deep breaths spilling between words and it’s all you can do to control yourself from pouncing him right then. Your body aches for him, but the satisfaction of pleasing him in this way overtakes the need. You know it will come in due time, so you push the desires aside, even if every little motion he makes dares you to take him now. 

His breathy whimpers only worsen the moment you pull away to slip another finger inside of him, making sure to add more lubricant so it’s slick enough. He pushes his hips into the mattress, already so overwhelmed, and it makes you giddy with excitement. You begin to pump your fingers in and out at a pace he can tolerate, loving to feel him clench around you as he whines for more.

“I’m ready,” he begins to beg, attempting to look behind himself to show you he means the words. His side profile is distraction enough, with his lips parted and cheeks flushed. A few beads of sweat against his forehead are spotted as well, but he should know you never give in so easily. “Please, I want to have the toy inside of me now.”

“Oh,” you say with a sigh, shaking your head, though you know he doesn’t see as his face collapses into his arms once again. “I have to make sure you’re relaxed enough. I need to fuck you with my fingers for a bit longer.” As soon as you speak the words, you pump a bit harder into him, earning whimpers that make him sound like a puppy, and it drives you wild. 

He tightens around you harder as you pick up pace, deciding he is enjoying it from the way he pushes his ass toward you and before he can realize it, you’re shoving a third finger inside of him. More lubricant is added, but it still comes as a shock to him, hearing him gasp and groan, but he loves it. He always does. And he pushes his ass toward you before thrusting forward, trying to gain some friction against his cock. You can only imagine how much it must ache, how swollen and hot and dying to be touched his cock is. 

“Please,” he whimpers again, wanting so badly to come and he thinks the toy will help him. Poor thing, you think with a grin. “Please, put it in me already.” His voice is nearly gone, choking on his own words as you thrust three fingers in his ass and contemplate offering him release. He looks so delicious beneath you, squirming and thrusting his ass back and then forward. Panting and whimpering like a little puppy. Begging for release, begging to come. He is so cute, you think, when he’s becoming nothing more than an absolute mess in front of you. 

You decide he’s had enough prepping before pulling your fingers away from him. His entrance tightens immediately, his whole body tense and on edge. But you ignore him for now to grab both the toy and the lubricant. Dropping a generous amount over the small end, you toss the lube aside and begin to swirl your fingers around the toy to coat the silicone surface. You make sure it’s completely covered before pressing the tip to his ass to watch him flinch.

“It’s okay, baby,” you tell him, words strained against your tongue, “I’m going to make you feel good.” He keeps quiet as you begin to push the toy against his entrance, and only hisses when it begins to stretch him wider. You take your time, not wanting to rush as you ease the plug into his ass, watching the way his muscles tighten as you do so. 

When you get the toy halfway, he whimpers your name suddenly, causing you to freeze. Exhaling deeply, he takes a moment before pushing his hips back, allowing you to continue. And you do, beginning to take your time once again as it gets to the widest part. He braces himself, clutching the sheets and gasping as you push through, finally filling him up once the base is snug against his skin.

“You took that so well, baby,” you compliment, earning a groan from him, “I’m proud of you.” Playfully you smack his ass before slipping off of the bed to place the bottle back in its proper place. You don’t bother to tell him to get dressed before going to wash your hands, trying to decide what the best plan of action would be, considering he hasn’t even heard the worst of your game, yet. 

Once you’re clean, you make your way to the bedroom to see him laying on his back stroking himself. His fingers wrap tight around his cock, and you would be upset at him for touching without permission, but the view is too enticing for such a reaction. 

“We have to go to the movies,” you say casually, voice soft and pleasant and his eyes grow wide.

“But,” he blurts out, “please I just want to come. Can you ride me? Please.”

“Baby…” You say the endearment with a stern tone, lowering your lids and creasing your brow. “That’s not part of the game.”

“Please,” he whines with a lick of his lips, voice so breathless and desperate as he begs. “Please, it aches so much. I just want to be inside of you.” He looks absolutely sinful, begging and stroking his cock ever so slowly. As if he wants to come, and would make himself come, but he needs your permission. Still, he can’t help but to touch himself. You can only imagine how much he is suffering when the aching, throbbing between your own legs is nearly unbearable. 

“There’s… something I need to tell you.” Before he can even register what you’re saying, you reach to grab your phone from the nightstand where you left it, clicking the screen a few times until you arrive on the one that is going to make it so much harder on him. You almost feel bad. Almost.

“Wh-what?” He gulps, and it’s loud enough to hear in the next room, even. “What is that?”

“There’s something special about your toy.” You can’t stop your lips from curling into a smile, not giving him time to answer before pressing the screen one more time to activate the vibrations of the toy currently inside him.

In an instant, his eyes bulge as his body shoots up from the bed. He tries to gasp, to groan, to call out, but all the noises become choked in his throat. One hand clutches the sheets beneath him and the other grips his cock harder, until he can finally inhale a breath of air and exhale with an unsteady release.

“Wh-what th… the f… f… fuck.” He struggles to form proper sentences, eyes closing tight. Watching him lose control has you biting your lip and only wondering how he will react with a higher speed. 

You keep the vibrations low for now as he begins to settle, watching him grip his cock, but he lacks the energy to even pleasure himself. Maybe this could work out in your favor, after all. You press the screen again and shut off the vibrations, noticing him relax as his shoulders slump. 

“You… expect me… to go out… like that?” He can hardly catch his breath, looking up at you with his hair in his eyes and his lids low. 

“I would like you to,” you tell him, “if you want to.”

He remains quiet, pondering over the idea for a moment. You would never make him play if he truly didn’t want to, and he knows you well enough by now to understand that fact. But he wants to please you, and in pleasing you, he pleases himself. He loves the praise you give him when he does a good job, and he loves his reward when he’s been a good boy. 

“I-I… do.” He raises his chin. “I will do it for you.” 

Warmth surges throughout your whole body at his eagerness, smiling and bending forward to press your lips against his. He can barely kiss back, and he’s already so weak from just inserting the toy. You wonder how he will manage in public, but you’re more than excited to find out. 

***

As the two of you make your way inside the movie theater, he walks with a bitten lip and you can hear him cursing beneath his breath. The thought of him struggling to remain calm in public has goosebumps flooding your skin, knowing he's at least relieved to see the lobby clear of a crowd and you both hope the movie won't have much of an audience, either.

He hides his semi-hard cock behind a thin sweatshirt tied over his waist and takes careful steps because his every move makes him wince and gasp. He's lucky you have yet to mess with the vibrations, deciding to wait until the two of you are seated in the theater. 

It takes only fifteen minutes deciding if you want to share a drink and popcorn, acting as nonchalant as ever while scanning the concession. Meanwhile, he struggles to control his breathing as he continues chewing on his bottom lip. Maybe you're prolonging the inevitable as you drum your fingers against your chin, trying to see how much he can take before he loses it. And when you finally decide on what you want and pay for it, he can only heave a sigh of relief.

Together, the two of you slowly make your way to the theater, reaching your seats in the back while navigating through the dim lights. Luckily for the two of you, there's no one else in sight, but you expected as much when you opted for a movie that has been out for weeks.

He eases in his seat, wincing once again as he settles on the plug and applies more pressure against his ass. His hand automatically reaches for his cock straining against his jeans, becoming too hard, too quickly and it sends an ache right through him. You're quick to grip his wrist after setting the popcorn and soda between the two of you, sliding your palm over his own until your fingers are intertwining.

Normally, he wouldn't hesitate at such a gesture, but he knows it only means you don't want him to touch himself, and the thought has him tensing all over again. 

“Be good,” you whisper after leaning closer, just as the lights dim completely and the screen fades to black. “And I'll let you come.”

As the movie begins, all he can do is brace himself for the worst. Though, you have no intention of ending all the fun just yet, so you pop a few pieces of popcorn in your mouth with a grin while he tries to focus on the screen. Every now and then, he will begin to shift, then suddenly squeeze your hand tighter, letting know the pressure is causing him great sensitivity.

Perfect, you think. You want nothing more than to draw him to that lingering edge of trying to control his breathing while squirming in his seat. At times he is frozen like stone, however, so you peek down at his lap to see the outline of a thick cock beneath faded denim, knowing he's too worked up at this point to rid himself of the aching desire. 

When he isn't paying attention to you, you reach in your bag resting in the seat next to you to search for your phone. In the darkness of the theater, and with a dimmed screen, you navigate to the plug’s vibration settings. Just seconds before turning on the toy, you glance over at him to see his eyes half-lidded and dark, and his bottom lip snug between his teeth.

Then you press your thumb to the screen to activate the lowest setting, causing his eyes to pop and his body to lunge forward.

“Goddammit,” he blurts out followed by a hiss, causing you to giggle similar to an evil villain because you were never expecting him to react so strongly. Thankfully, the two of you are the only ones in the theater, so you let his outburst slide for now. “Fuck. Baby. Please.”

All he can manage are short, choppy breaths between words as he leans back in his seat, body so tense he is shaking. He releases your hand to clutch the armrest, and you assume it's a good time to raise the vibrations to the next level. As you do so, he hisses through clenched teeth and bucks his hips, nails digging into the leather and a surge of electricity bolts between your thighs. 

His cock is so painfully hard beneath his jeans you almost feel sorry for him. The need to touch him rises, knowing he's probably dripping with pre-cum and you would love nothing more than to taste him, but you keep your composure. His head falls back against the seat as his jaw slacks, and after a few moments, you think he's getting used to the sensation even if he is so damn desperate for release.

So you tap the screen of your phone again to reach the next speed, watching his legs clench and his back arch from the seat.

“Please,” he whines, high-pitched and breathless. His eyes are shut so tight. He licks his lips again and again before his teeth sink into his skin. Sweat forming against his forehead shimmers from the lights of the large screen and you have to admit he's never looked more beautiful. “Baby, please, fuck…”

“Hm?” you hum casually, leaning in with a grin on your lips he's not even aware of. 

“Pl-please, God…  damn…” His breath catches in his throat, not even being able to form words properly, but he tries his best because he needs you. “Please, just… just let me… let me come.” The words release in the breathiest, neediest tone and for a moment you catch yourself wanting to help him out. Too bad you're a little too devious for his own good.

“That's no fun.” Another giggle lets him know you enjoy watching him struggle, earning a groan as he begins rocking himself against the seat. 

“Please, just sit on me,” he begs again, panting like a dog. “God, fuck me, you're even wearing a dress, baby, please. Sit on my cock.” He is so desperate for release, his fingers grip the armrest tighter because he knows if he lets go, he's only going to grab his cock to make himself come. 

“Now, baby…”

“I’ll… I’ll do anything, please.” 

“Be patient for me,” you warn him with a soft tone, reaching to stroke the hair away from his forehead, and he follows your hand with his head when you pull away. As if any touch from you is good enough for him, and it makes your body ache for him more.

Without another word, you tap your phone one last time, setting the vibrations to max speed and watching him lose every ounce of his control. His chest heaves and his stomach tenses under a thin shirt, the muscles in his arms bulging as he grips the armrests so tight he leaves indents in each of them. His cock twitches against his pants as a small, darkened patch hints at the pre-cum dripping to soak his clothes. The sight alone has you squeezing your thighs together, nipples hardening just watching him quiver before you.

“Ba-baby,” he rasps, whimpering as if he were injured, “ pl-please… I'm go-going to…”

He doesn't complete the sentence, not getting a chance to utter a single syllable more before he grunts and huffs, brows creasing and lips parting as his labored breaths inform you exactly of what’s happening. He can’t stop himself from reaching for his cock pulsing in his pants, and your eyes follow in the dim light to see the beginnings of his cum leaking through the material. His hips buck and he loses all ability to speak or even breath for a moment.

The wet patch grows larger as he squeezes himself through his jeans, and there’s nothing that can pull your eyes away from the scene. He tenses under his own touch, hissing and trying to keep quiet, but it fails once a low groan finally escapes his lips. He’s shaking and weak and so overwhelmed, but you don’t lower the settings even when he begins panting and whimpering once more.

He’s left a mess in his jeans, but he can’t stop shaking against the seat. With his eyes still closed, all he can do is mutter your name, rubbing his cock with one hand while gripping the armrest with the other. 

“Pl-please…” is all he can manage, voice hoarse and weak. Finally, you reach for your phone to stop the plug from vibrating completely, noticing his body relax against the seat as he becomes a puddle beneath your gaze. 

After a few moments of him trying to catch his breath, he suddenly stands from his seat on unsteady legs. Making sure to cover himself and the wet stain on his jeans, he slips by you with a flushed face full of embarrassment to make his way to the restroom so he can clean himself. Meanwhile, you’re left alone in all of your pride and glory in causing him to make a mess of himself, only being able to think about what you’re going to do with him when you get him home.

***

You see the shame in each of his features once the two of you arrive home. He’s already semi-hard once again by the time you get him undressed and on the bed, and you don’t wait to grab a warm, wet and soapy rag to clean him up better than tissues can do. 

His soft little whimpers as you clean his skin fill you with pride, loving to pamper him as much as you love making him a mess, and by the time you’re running the cloth over his cock, he’s hard and needy all over again for you. The plug remains inside of him as he lays flat against the bed, and you straddle his legs in nothing but your matching black, lace bra and underwear. 

Though you can feel yourself dripping with need, craving to feel him inside of you, but you take your time. His cock twitches beneath your touch as you run the cloth over the tip and back down again. He tenses beneath you, and relaxes for a moment, before he stiffens once you drag the cloth to his balls. A small whine fills his chest, so overwhelmed, but he doesn’t want you to stop. 

When he’s all cleaned, you toss the rag aside to grab the towel next to you that you prepared to wipe him off, running it gently over his skin until he’s dry. His hips buck as you do so, still too tender for most touches, but he knows you have so much more in store for him. 

“You’ve been such a good boy,” you praise him in the sweetest, most affectionate of tones as you crawl up his body after tossing the towel aside. A huff of air as his nostrils flare and his eyes flutter lets you know he loves the compliment, making it all worth it in the end. Without saying another word, your lips are pressed to his own, feeling the warmth from his flushed body and the eagerness as he cranes his head to reach you. 

You can’t help but to whimper against his skin. He’s so hot and ready for more. He wants to please you and fulfill your every wish and command, knowing as much from the way he thrusts his hips toward you once more while groaning from deep within his chest. 

As his cock presses between your legs, you’re positive he can feel just how wet you are even through your thin panties. The feeling of your arousal against his skin earns another whimper, wanting to beg you even if he is so weak and worn out from his previously endured bliss. Just to tease him, you push your hips forward and back again, rocking against him in a gentle motion to have him pulling away from your lips in a hiss.

“Pl-please…” he stutters, eyes screwing shut, jaw slacking. 

“What is it, baby?” you coax the words out of him, pressing kisses over his jaw between words. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to come again,” he chokes out, “please.”

“And how do you want me to do that?” His eyes flutter open at the question the moment you pull away, pressing your body harder against him as you grind yourself on top of his cock. 

“Ride me,” he exhales, eyes closing once again at just the thought of you sinking down onto his hard and needy length. “Please, I want to be inside of you.” He has no shame in begging, and it’s what you love most. His whiney, breathless pleas send shivers down your spine, warming you to your core and making you feel as if you’re just as much on the edge of desperation as he is. 

“Mm,” you hum, stalling your motions for a moment, “what else?”

He hesitates with a lick of his lips, then groans. “The plug,” he replies in a whisper, as if he’s ashamed he enjoys it so much, “can you… turn it back on?”

Excitement floods you all over again, a devious smile growing on your lips as you reach to your left to grab your phone from the nightstand. However, instead of filling his wish right away, you ease off of him to stand, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra before it’s falling to the floor. Noticing his eyes grow wide while watching you, heat floods your cheeks for a moment before you tuck your thumbs into your panties to push them down your thighs and kick them away.

His breath hitches for a few seconds, then you watch his Adam’s apple bob while he studies the sight of you crawling back to him. Straddling his body, you hover over his cock twitching with just having you so close to him, so ready to fill you up. His head rolls back the moment you grab him, wrapping fingers around his shaft to earn a gasp. Giving him a few strokes from the base to the tip, you watch his body tense and tremble, loving the effect you have on him.

But you’re growing far too impatient, aching and dripping to wrap around him. Without wasting anymore time, you align him with your soaked entrance, knowing you need him so badly he will have no problems easing right into you. The tip of his cock brushes your folds and it has him twitching his hips to get more of your warmth around him. With a smirk, you begin to lower yourself onto him, not being able to stop yourself from releasing the desperate moan you have been withholding.

He groans and huffs and groans again as you sink onto his cock. His hips jerk, catching you off guard for a moment and causing you to nearly double over with a gasp. 

“S-sorry,” he stutters, voice wavering, “I just… fuck, you feel so fucking good, and wet, and warm. Holy fucking shit, baby, you’re perfect.” 

As he speaks in a shaky tone, his hands rise to meet your waist, and you can hardly concentrate on the words, becoming nearly breathless from him filling you up and hitting you deep. In an attempt to control your breathing, you freeze on top of him, but you remain tightened around his cock as you adjust and the sensation only makes him want you more. 

Your fingers clutch your phone in your head, nearly forgetting all about his request until your senses return. With fluttering lids, you navigate to the settings before you’re too lightheaded to function. In an instant, your thumb is pressing to turn on the vibrator to the second strength, and he bucks beneath you in surprise.

“Ah!” you squeak, your free hand dropping to keep your balance against his tensed stomach. Even if he took you by surprise as well, you have to admit how much you enjoy his reaction.

His eyes are quick to shut tight, with his head rolling to the side and his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. His nostrils flare as his breaths became heavier, desperate. And his nails dig into your skin, almost enough to hurt if you didn’t absolutely love the feeling of him losing control. 

“Ba-baby,” he whimpers, and it’s adorable how quickly he becomes a mess in your grasp. “Baby, please… move your hips.” 

Desperately he attempts to coax your body into moving as the plug hums inside of his ass. His hands grip you so much tighter, you didn’t think it was possible. You’re going to be more than sore tomorrow, but for now, you tolerate the pressure because he is so damn beautiful when he begs.

“Patience, baby,” you say with a breathy giggle, though you’re not sure how much longer you can hold on yourself. You remain calm on the outside, but his hips pushing beneath you have a fire forming between your thighs. You’re dripping and aching and you need to come just as much, but the love of watching him come undone outweighs your own pleasure. “I still have one more setting to go…”

“No, baby, please,” he gasps, “please, I am so fucking sensitive. I need to come. Just ride me, please.” 

“Oh, baby...”

“Please, please,” he cries, “please, move your hips. I just want to come inside of you. Please, baby.” He repeats his plea over and over, and it only encourages you to prolong the moment, even if he’s rock hard and twitching inside of you. Truly, you have the self-restraint of a master and you wonder how you’ve come this far in your little game. 

He’s trembling beneath you, and you wonder how long he can last before he’s coming once again. You don’t want to end things too soon, so you toss your phone aside and listen to his cries for once. With both hands pressed against his chest, you begin to move your hips ever so slowly over his cock. A hiss through his teeth lets you know it’s exactly what he needs, and you can’t hold back your own whimpers any longer.

He feels too good inside of you. A twitching, pulsing cock hitting you deep. Thighs jerking from the vibrations in his ass. Body so flushed and warm and tense beneath you. He is incredible and the longer you linger over the thoughts, the more it urges you to ride him faster.

His nails leave marks over your skin as you pick up pace, gripping you tight as he pants and whines beneath you. He’s such a needy puppy and he isn’t scared to be vocal, letting you know how good you make him feel. And in return, you whimper and moan his name, allowing him to hear how incredible he feels inside of you. 

Before you realize it, you’re getting lost in the pleasure. Surges of warmth and electricity flood you and the world drowns out around the both of you. You roll your hips faster against him, loving his little heavy breaths and groans, the way he holds you, the way he fills you with pleasure to have your body shaking. 

From the way he quivers as his noises begin to grow quiet, you know he’s nearing his end. That fact alone causes you to reach between your thighs, pressing fingers to your clit and it’s as if it’s the last little push you need to reach total bliss. Your head falls back, body rolling and nearly bouncing against him as he fills you up over and over. A daze clouds your mind as the pleasure begins to bubble from the pit of your stomach and you can’t stop whimpering his name until the warmth is flooding every inch of your body in full blown ecstasy.

Your body topples over on him, and for the first time he takes control. Gripping your thighs, he begins pumping his hips into you from between your legs, sending you into an overwhelming pleasure while whimpering his name into the crook of his neck. Your hot, sweaty bodies press together as he fucks you through your orgasm, earning nails against his skin and cries of bliss into his ear to drive him wild.

He is still fucking you wildly from below as the pleasure begins to settle. Now you’re the one overwhelmed and far too sensitive, but you endure his cock pumping into you, hard and deep, until the moment he releases a final, choked out groan from his throat. 

His body tenses and he can no longer move with the plug inside of him as he spills into your pulsing walls. Which only encourages you to begin rocking your hips against him with the little strength you can muster. Your lips come crashing down onto his the moment you do, hearing him whine against your skin while you draw out every ounce of bliss from his body. 

Then when you pull away, he winces as his eyes shut tight. “B-baby…” he mutters, “th-the plug.”

And your eyes grow wide as you remember, carefully rolling off of him and he hisses until the moment you grab your phone from wherever you tossed it to turn off the vibrations. He heaves and pants, so worn out from your game with sweat on his brow and flushed cheeks, but as he opens his eyes to peek at you, a sleepy grin curling over his lips causes you to realize he enjoyed playing your game just as much.

Without anything spoken, he reaches to pull you close, lips pressing to his once more in your tired, post-bliss state. Though you are both worn out, you fully intend to make up for what you put him through, wasting no time slipping off the bed to pull him toward the shower where you will clean him while spoiling him with affection, praise, and love in all the ways he enjoys most. 

[kayiswriting]

sundays are for... | ❤️

w / au's: optional male lead, fluff,

summary: a cute, Sunday walk in the rain ...

words: 676

“Sundays are for long walks in the sunshine and holding hands.” 

That’s what he tells you. Cute afternoon dates, sharing a milkshake with the same straw, window shopping for things he swears he will buy one day. For some reason, he loves Sundays. Maybe because it’s the day he feels he can actually take a moment to breathe, slow down a bit, actually rest instead of just daydreaming about it. 

“Oh, you’re such a romantic,” is what you tell him in return, half joking just to tease him, but mostly loving how carefree he can be with you. “I figured Mr. Lazy Bones would hate long walks.” It’s true, you can both be hardworking and lazy. When he works, he works beyond his limit at times, always pushing himself because he loves what he does. When he’s not working, well, his idea of lazy is either long naps, or long walks.

Sunday is for walking, and you enjoy being this type of lazy. He squeezes the hand of yours he’s holding a little tighter. The sun shining down on the two of you warms your skin just enough before it's hidden behind a rain cloud. Shadows now dance over your smiles as you walk together. He tells you about the work he’s finished this week. You tell him about a new drama show you’re watching. 

Between words, he lifts your hand to his lips and you giggle while continuing your story. Mark is dating Lisa, but cheating with Stephanie. Lisa has no idea. He can’t wait for you to tell him what happens next week. 

As you laugh and walk and hold hands down the quiet dirt road leading to your home outside of town, the clouds gather overhead. The sun disappears, the wind picks up to chill the two of you, and the first drop of rain hits your cheek. 

“We better hurry if we want to stay dry,” he tells you, picking up his pace and pulling you along the dirt road. As you try to cut your Sunday walk short, the rain begins to fall harder on the two of you. His walk turns into a jog, and then a little faster until it becomes difficult to keep up in your sandals and sundress. 

The rain is soaking your clothes by now, dripping down your flesh and suddenly you’re bursting into giggles as you run behind him. You can see your little farmhouse in the distance. The white fence was left open, because you knew the two of you wouldn’t be gone that long. The trees scattered around the lush, green yard sway with the wind, the tops losing leaves left and right. You hear thunder in the distance that makes your heart race, but hearing him laughing as he runs and pulls you along brings you back to reality. 

By the time you rush past the fence and make it to the front porch, the two of you are out of breath and dripping in puddles of rain water at your feet. You can’t help but to giggle once again, and he is grinning a second before he pulls you to him. Wrapping his arms around you, he leans down to press his lips to your own. It’s a cold, wet-from-the-rain kiss that leaves you shivering, yet wanting more as your insides warm. It lasts for only a moment, savoring for a few seconds the soft, gentleness of his touch, before pulling away.

Thunder booms miles away and the rain is beating against the porch roof as you shiver from the wind. He’s still smiling, but for a moment you can only pout as a thought crosses your mind.

“I guess Sundays aren’t for walks in the sun anymore,” you tell him with a frown, but he continues to grin while holding you tighter against his body for warmth.

“Sundays are for kissing in the rain,” he simply says, pressing his lips to yours for only a quick moment and then pulling away just enough to whisper, “and saying I love you.”

[kayiswriting]

ride | 🔞

w / au's: optional male lead, mdni(18+only), exhibitionism/ voyuerism,

summary: After continuing to tease him through your window, he makes you keep that promise of riding him…

words: 1,706

previously: view from 4-b (read this first)

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You teasing him didn’t stop after the night you shared together. In fact, it only encouraged you to continue your game of performing sinful acts with your curtains wide open, displaying your body to him to have him aching in his jeans. Except now, he’s more than aware of the temptation and he knows just how much you enjoy him watching you.

You know he enjoys it, too, even if he claims it is beyond frustrating and each time he wants to rush to your apartment to give you exactly what you ask for. Each time you strip for him before your showers makes him need you more, and each time you get yourself off in front of the window makes him bite his lip so hard he develops a bruise. 

Yet, the end is always worth it. The teasing. The getting him riled up to take it out on you. Like now, with a pillow between your legs as you grind your slit against the soft fabric. Your eyes are shut, but you know he’s watching. After having just gotten done with his nightly workout, his eyes always look for you in the apartment across from his as an invitation to release the stresses that pile up each day.

He doesn’t even need to knock five minutes later. He knows where you hide the key and he’s comfortable enough to barge in while you wait on him. A small smirk forms on your lips as he stomps through your apartment over to you, grabbing you by the hips and without warning, crashing his lips into yours.

The curtains remain open for anyone to see. Neither of you care by now and you will let anyone that wants to watch see him push you against the bed as a wicked smile creeps over his face.

“I’ve been needing you so much today, baby.” He never fails in his sweet talk, even if the words drip with sin due to the lust that consumes him. He towers over your naked body, and you invite him in by parting your thighs. “But you know, there’s one thing I have been needing the most, lately.”

“What’s that?” you question in a breathy release, feeling his hands travel up your body to cup your breasts.

“You never did ride me like I wanted you to.” 

Your plan of teasing him with a pillow between your legs seemed to work. You thought he had forgotten what started the whole thing, as well as his wish of wanting to feel your body against his as you grind against him. 

“What do you say, baby?”

A shiver courses down your spine at the way his eyes darken a moment before he lifts his thin, white tank above his head. A second later his gray sweats follow to pool around his ankles, leaving you with the perfect view of his cock straining against his briefs and God, he’s so hard and ready for you, you think you’re going to combust.

He doesn’t give you much time to reply, instantly meeting your lips with his own as his fingers toy with your hardened nipples. You moan against his mouth and push your hips toward him when he finds himself between your thighs. You feel just how erect he is pushing against your slit, arousal coating the fabric of his boxers and he groans against your neck as his kisses lower.

You’re already beyond worked up and frustrated, and you don’t think twice about pushing against his shoulders until he falls on the bed next to you. Without hesitation, you place a knee on either side to straddle him, and he’s quick to push his boxers lower as his cock springs free. You’re dripping with anticipation while feeling the tip caress your slit, juices coating his flesh to give him a small preview of how ready you are for him thanks to teasing him beforehand. 

“C’mon, baby,” he encourages, hands on your hips, “sink down onto my cock and ride me.”

An invitation has never sounded so sinful, doing exactly that as he grips himself with one hand and the head of his cock presses to your dripping entrance. A moment later you’re easing yourself down onto him, allowing him to fill you up as his cock sinks deep into your clenched walls. 

“Fuck,” you whimper, allowing yourself a moment to adjust to his size before beginning to rock your hips against him, just like he’s watched you so many nights do to your own pillow.

His grip on your hips tightens, head falling back against your bed and your hands press to his stomach to balance yourself. You feel the way his muscles tighten beneath your fingertips, even more so when you squeeze yourself around him while your hips rise and he eases out of you. Then you lower yourself onto him again, loving the way he groans your name so deeply you feel it in the pit of your stomach. 

You’re confident until the moment his hand rises, fingertips skimming over your chest until he forms a grip around your throat. You nearly gasp, but his fingers press to the sides of your neck, sending a wave of electricity through you as he takes control of your body. 

“Faster, baby,” he encourages in a raspy, needy voice, and squeezes a bit tighter, giving you a few pumps of his hips below that nearly have you stalling. Your breasts bounce and your nails leave marks against his skin as you comply, riding him harder, faster, getting lost in the moment and lost in him as he controls you with a simple grip around your throat. 

Outside, anyone in the apartment building across from yours can see if they wished to look hard. See your hips rolling against him. See him holding onto you, guiding you. See his fingers around your neck. See your faces twisting in pleasure, but only he can hear how you whimper his name and how your breaths become so uneven and deep. 

By the time your head falls back and your jaw slacks, he is thrusting from between your thighs after dropping his hand from your throat. His cock enters you deep, deeper than you can handle and you’re trembling on top of him in no time. He’s ruthless in the way he pumps into you from below, noticing your hips slowing and you can barely keep up, but he loves watching you struggle to keep control. 

Before you know it, your body is doubled over and his arms are wrapped around your back. He holds you close with your face in the crook of his neck as he fucks you from below. You quiver and cry out his name, becoming too overwhelmed and the only thing you can hear is him telling you how good you feel wrapped around him. 

“Come for me, baby,” he groans against your ear, before his teeth tug at your lobe and you whimper his name in return. “I know you’re getting close. I can feel you getting tighter around my cock.” 

The warmth is bubbling between your legs, and the words he speaks offer no help to your sanity. His deep, raspy voice in your ear as he instructs you fuels the fire lighting inside of you and it doesn’t take much more before you’re overwhelmed with bliss. His thrusts quicken, becoming wild and without mercy as you reach your peak. His cock slams into from between your thighs and your voice goes completely broken while moaning his name. Nails dig into his skin as you try to hold onto a portion of reality but the pleasure that takes hold of you has you seeing stars as you tremble in his arms.

His thrusts slow, loving how you become that much wetter after coming, dripping over his cock and he groans as he pushes himself back into you. He loves feeling the way your walls contract around him in post-bliss and the warmth that surrounds him in every thrust. You try to gain your strength and your breath, and he isn’t shy about peppering your face with kisses until you do so.

Finally, you manage to push yourself off of him, hands pressing to his chest as your hips begin moving once again. He is beyond ready for release and you plan to give it to him as you grind your body against his. His eyes shut tight and his lips part, allowing you to hear the soft noises he releases. Until your pace picks up, and his breaths grow rapid and sharp once he feels you begin to ride him just how he imagined after watching you so many nights. 

He grips you tighter, fingers pressing to your hips and it encourages you to keep going. The way he bites his lip lets you know he’s growing close, and the noises he makes sends a surge of warmth through your body. He’s so close as you rock your hips against him, so ready for release you can feel him pulsing inside of you, and before he can react, you’re easing yourself off of him to grip his cock in your palm.

He releases a deep, drawn out groan as the strings of white coat your fingers, painting his stomach of little drops of cum as you work him in your fist. He curses and groans and you don’t stop until he hisses in overwhelming pleasure. When you release him, his eyes flutter open long enough to see your hand rising to your lips and your tongue lick every drop of his release from your flesh. He exhales deeply at the sight, before a smirk grows on his face and he groans in satisfaction. 

The two of you get cleaned up together and then dressed before your curtains are finally drawn. He kisses your lips after slipping his tank-top over his head and you tie the knot around your robe as you lead him to the door.  Another kiss against your lips says goodnight, and a bite of your lip lets him know you’re already thinking of the next time he will be barging in after you invite him with a simple show behind open curtains. 

[kayiswriting]

luxury | 🔞

w / au's: optional male lead, mdni(18+only), sugardaddy!mc, ass play, daddy kink, living life on a boat!

words: 2,261

Each day with him feels  like nothing less than paradise. He’s the perfect guy, no one can convince you otherwise. With his charming smile, enticing eyes, and inviting shoulders you love to hold onto, he’s more than handsome. As well as always presenting himself as a gentleman in your presence, and taking care of you like no other man could. You are in heaven, you are in love, and you are in paradise.

Especially when he decides to surprise you with a full day out on his yacht, taking you away from all of your worries, all of your stresses, stealing you from your work and your night shift job, and telling you to forget everything but the two of you being together. 

Such things are easy for someone like him, getting to escape his workday whenever he wishes, but when he is as wealthy as he and his family are, you can’t blame him.

A small grin forms on your lips while you watch him pilot the yacht with a strong grip on the wheel, fingers slipping from side to side, effortlessly navigating the waters to eventually bring the two of you near the shore of one of the many remote islands his family owns. The sun setting beyond the forest green trees and the soft breeze against your skin is icing on the cake to a perfect day, and with the waters calming to a gentle sway, he easily anchors the boat before returning to you on the deck. 

“Enjoying the view, beautiful?” Smirking, he makes his way closer, making sure to wrap his arms around you as you lean against the boat’s railing, sipping on your mixed drink you prepared a few minutes before in the cabin below. 

“Of course,” you reply, giggling as soon as you feel his lips skim your neck. “How can I complain when you’re so good to me?” You bite your lip, eyes fluttering to a close once he begins showering your skin with sweet, soft kisses.

“I love spoiling you,” he admits, and you know nothing else could be any closer to the truth, feeling your heart swell just a bit more as he speaks the words and as his hands linger from around your waist to your hips uncovered thanks to your thin, baby blue bikini. “Did you have a relaxing day off, princess?”

“Let’s see,” you begin, grinning all the while he continues his affectionate showering of kisses over your neck and bare shoulders, earning a chill down your spine and goosebumps over your skin, “I got to travel the ocean with the man I love, got to skip work and forget about my assignments. So I would say, yes, captain.” Giggling, you turn to look at him over your shoulder when he pulls away, face suddenly darkened as he peers down at you. “What’s wrong? Do you not like that nickname?” You raise a brow teasingly, already knowing well enough what he would rather be called.

“You know what name I prefer,” he groans in response, returning his mouth to your neck and pulling you close by the hips to allow your body to press into his, causing you to set your glass against the railing, being taken back by the action.

“Yes, daddy,” you whimper, eyes closing once again, feeling his hands begin to roam over your hips, and even lower to brush over your mound through the thin fabric. “Wh-wh if someone spots us?” You already know where he is headed with the way his fingers slip into the band of your bathing suit as you ask, teasing the spot just above your slit with gentle strokes of his fingertips.

“There’s no one out here for miles.” His deep, soothing voice next to your ear begins to relax you enough to ease the worries from your mind while he continues teasing between your thighs, causing your head to fall against his shoulder.  “C’mon, princess, let daddy take care of you.”

The way his fingers finally slip farther into your bikini bottoms, with simple strokes over your slit, has every ounce of concern melting from your mind. You can’t deny him when he knows just the ways to touch your body to have you worrying over nothing else, and with his other hand pushing your bathing suit bottoms lower to uncover what lies beneath, you are already lost in the moment with him. 

“How does that feel, princess?” he asks, fingers slipping between your folds to uncover your arousal at your entrance, brushing over your clit a moment later, and sending your heart beating away in your chest from his touch. 

“I-it feels good,” you coo, becoming breathless once he begins to circle to the swollen bud with a single finger, “so, so good, daddy.” You release your grip from the railing to reach for his wrist, fingers pressing to his skin to hold him tight as he pleasures you beyond words in an instant. 

“Do you want more, princess?” His question has your legs trembling, fingers picking up pace between your legs before slipping to tease your entrance. “Can I taste you, baby?” 

Even the cool breeze against your skin couldn’t stop you from becoming flustered, heat rising within your body and face darkening at the thought of his mouth between your legs in the middle of the ocean, in the middle of nowhere, yet with the risk of getting caught threatening to return to your mind. 

“Please, daddy.” Still, you want to feel his mouth on your body, feel his tongue between your thighs, and feel the pleasures of him tasting you. 

He says nothing more as he pulls his hands from you, leaving you empty and yearning for only a moment before he drops to his knees. A tight grip on your waist has you stepping back toward him, and a palm against the small of your back has you leaning toward the railing. A moment later he hooks his fingers in the band of your bikini, gently easing the fabric down your ass to uncover your soaked slit once the bottoms are around your feet. 

You hear his deep groan at the sight before him, loving the way your arousal glistens off your folds, loving how you are always so needy for his touch, so ready for his pleasure. A gasp spills from your lips the moment he presses his mouth to your ass, kissing the skin gingerly, taking his time to explore every inch with his lips and tongue. His mouth draws near your slit, forcing the anticipation to rise, body quivering while waiting to feel his mouth against your clit like you have been so desperately needing. 

When his tongue finally grazes your slit, your entire body trembles with a chill surging down your spine, finally feeling his mouth against your skin, between your thighs as he licks all the way to your puckered rim and down again. His tongue teases your clit, drawing circles over the flesh for a moment to earn delicate whispers of his desired nickname as you rock your hips against his mouth, only to have him grip your thighs to keep you in place.

He repeats the motion, licking a slow, steady stripe all the way up your slit, reaching your ass to circle the rim for a moment, earning breathy whimpers in return before he trails down to your clit once again. Your hands clutches the rail, nails digging against the glossy, wood finish as your jaw slacks. Profanities spill into the breeze once he begins tending to your ever so sensitive nub, rolling his tongue over your flesh slowly, steadily, making sure to lick all of your juices that drips out for him.

“Oh my god, daddy,” you cry out, getting lost in the way he tastes you, teases you, licks every inch of flesh between your thighs until you are a trembling, whimpering mess before him. “D-don’t stop. Please,” you beg him, pushing your body toward him to get more of his tongue caressing your clit, to get more of the pleasure, and to feel yourself becoming closer and closer to your peak. 

His grip on your thighs tightens, warning you to be good, to be still, to take every ounce of bliss he offers as his lips wrap around the hood of your clit, sucking harshly against the delicate skin to hear you cry his name louder, to feel you quiver against him, feel you shake and nearly lose your balance until he pulls away. 

You are breathless, so close to your end, but with the way he continues to torture you, to tease with kittenish licks over your clit to drive you wild, tells you he won’t let you off that easily. 

“You’re so wet, princess,” he informs you. “So wet, and you taste so, so sweet.” The words have the desired effect on your body, causing you to push your hips towards his mouth to get more, to get anything he is willing to give to allow you to come. 

But when you hear his deep, dark chuckle, one you have heard so many times before to let you know he is the boss, that he is in charge, it only warns you that you would need to beg for what you wanted. 

“Daddy,” you whimper, voice unsteady, so unsure of yourself as you begin to plead, “I-I want…”

“Yes, princess?” he asks as your words fade, rising from his knees to tug once on the string securing the bikini top to your body. In a flash it hits the white-painted deck of the boat, leaving you bare, exposed, open for all to see, but he is the only one that matters in the moment. “Tell daddy what you want.” 

“I-I want you to fuck me,” you say ,exhaling long and slow as he pulls you closer to his body with an arm around your waist. “Please, daddy.” 

You glance over your shoulder at him in time to see him peel his tank from his body, eyes lowering to notice the way he pushes his shorts down his hips, unveiling his painfully hard cock beneath. A palm against your back once again has you bending over, a second later feeling the tip of his length press to your soaked core. His fingers dig into your hips by the time he eases himself inside of you, earning a gasp once he has filled you up, pressing his cock deep within your walls. 

You clutch the railing once more, keeping your knees from buckling beneath you as he leans forward, cock still deep inside of you as he reaches between your thighs to press his fingers to your clit. The added pressure from his cock as he toys between your legs sends your body into overdrive, moans spilling from your lips mix with curses, joined with a desperate ‘daddy, please’ every now and then has him twitching within your walls, groaning at feeling you wrap around him so tight as you shake from the sensation.

Finally his hips begin to move, ridding you of the tension that begins to swell inside of you as he fucks you senseless, flesh smacking against flesh and all you can do is push your body into his thrusts to receive every last bit of pleasure. His fills you up over and over, until your mind grows too numb to focus, the only thing you can possibly concentrate on is the bliss that overwhelms you to the brim. You continue to whimper, and moan, and call out his name, not caring of your volume but only of the way he can make you feel so, so good.

Growing closer to his own end, he slows his hips a moment before slipping his hand between your thighs once again, fingers finding your clit to caress back and forth over your slick folds. He pumps his cock slowly, with long thrusts hitting you deeper than before with a twitch of his hips, drawing out every last well-deserved cry until your body shakes in his grasp.

Electricity surges through you, starting between your thighs to reach every finger and toe and it only adds to the overwhelming bliss when he grips your waist tight, holding you in place before beginning to pump himself in and out of you. The pleasure renders you speechless, breathless, until the first wave finally crashes over you and all you can do is call out for him again and again as he thrusts his cock within your clenched, dripping heat, finally reaching his own peak with a huff and a gasp.

Fingers pressed to your aching body tighter as he holds you closer, spilling every last drop inside of you and finally pulling away with an exhausted groan. Your body presses to the railing, trying to catch your balance, thankful the waves splashing against the boat are no harsher. He joins you, reaching on either side of your body after adjusting himself in his shorts, gripping the rail to gain his composure, all the while pressing kisses to the bare skin of your shoulder. 

“C’mon, princess,” he suddenly says, spinning your body around to face him. Quickly, he places an arm around your back, keeping you steady with a grin on his lips. “Let's get you cleaned up and dressed.”

“Daddy,” you coo sweetly, closing your eyes for the moment that his lips met the top of your head, “you’re too good to me.”

“Of course, princess,” he replies instantly, grin widening before ushering you off the deck toward the cabin, “I love spoiling you.”

[kayiswriting]

date with a vampire | 🔞

w / au's: optional male lead, mdni(18+only), vampire!au

summary: Thanks to your best friend’s relentless urge to set you up on blind dates, you happen to find yourself at a restaurant with a vampire. Needless to say, you’re enjoying yourself more than you should when you invite him back to your place, but you make him promise you something first… (For those that maybe want a hot date with a vampire and not all the blood and biting!)

words: 4,122

When your best friend tells you the news that she has someone new to set you up on your second blind date of the month, you resist the urge to scoff with a roll of your eyes. Not that you don’t appreciate her efforts knowing she only wants you to find someone nice. She’s probably just sick of hearing you whine any time the two of you go out and you begin to cry about never meeting anyone worthwhile.

“Does he have kids he hasn’t seen in years?” you question as you stir the spoon in the mug in front of you while staring out the window of the small coffee shop. There’s a lack of confidence this time around because you don’t want to waste your time with something that will go nowhere. “Is he over the age of fifty?”

“No to the first question, and…” She hesitates as she tucks loose strands of hair behind her ear before reaching for her own mug, taking a sip and fidgeting in her seat. Of course she hesitates. There’s always the hesitation before she drops the bomb on you, and usually it’s after your first date, leaving you to either have the awkward conversation that it won’t work out, or feel like a jerk for avoiding phone calls and texts. “He might be… a little older.”

From her tone, you know what’s coming next. She’s either talking about a potential sugar daddy, or something less than human. It’s not like it’s any secret supernatural creatures have been coexisting with humans for far longer than the world has known about them, and growing up with the news that such beings existed has you nonchalant to the fact. You don’t plan on discriminating against them any time soon considering most only want to live peacefully like any other human, and she even dates one herself. Maybe it’s how she met this new potential candidate, and even though you try not to, you find yourself groaning at the news.

“He’s a-” She leans closer to whisper. “-vampire.”

“Why are you whispering?” You chuckle at that, watching a grin appear on her lips. “And I told you before, I’m not so sure about dating a vampire, or werewolf, or any other kind of man that can suck the life out of me in more ways than one.” 

She giggles and shakes her head while picking at the muffin in front of her. “Well my girlfriend is a werewolf,” she reminds you, though you assume her girlfriend is a rare exception. 

You went months without knowing her true self, and you would have never guessed her to be a wolf if you didn’t walk in on her shifting back to her human form one morning your best friend and you were scheduled for a coffee date. That was the morning you lost the spare “just in case” key to her apartment, and also the week the two of them moved in together. Not that you could ever complain. The two are happy, and as her best friend, you’re happy. You just wish she wouldn’t try so desperately to spread her happiness by setting you up on blind dates. 

“There’s nothing wrong with dating them. They deserve happiness just like everyone else and-”

“I know, I know,” you interrupt her before she starts on one of her long-winded speeches. “Of course I don’t think there is anything wrong with them, I just don’t think they are… for me. I’m already bad enough at human dates.”

She sighs, slumping her shoulders, and you know she is going to guilt trip you into agreeing. “Just give it a try?” Her brows arch, bottom lip protruding. “If it goes horribly, blame it on me and I swear I will never set you up again, but…”

“But?” You admit defeat by humoring her.

“But I swear you’re going to love him!” Her eyes light up, a wide grin spreading over her face. “He’s good looking, polite, incredibly charming! Oh, and he owns his own tattoo shop!”

“Tattoo shop?” You have a hard time hiding your grin. “Did you really set me up on a date with some wild tattooed vampire that’s older than the two of us combined?” She chuckles at that, not bothering to answer the question.

*****

Friday night arrives quicker than you expected, and maybe part of it is because you have been dreading the date night all week. You hoped you wouldn’t find yourself wishing it was over before it begins as you set eyes on the restaurant you agreed to meet him at, but it’s only natural after so many failed attempts at her finding Mr. Right for you.

Your eyes scan the bright yellow lights flashing with a special price of both human and vampire menu items, knowing places that cater to both have popped up more and more over the last few years as a way to calm the tension between the two. Though the items on the menu are questionable, you were happy to agree to an affordable place to go dutch. If the date turns sour, you can at least throw a few bills on the table and make a quick exit. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Though it is the first time you have been set up with a supernatural being. Or, at least the first you’re aware of, and your heart races as you enter the restaurant to tell the hostess your name. She smiles wide, showing off two pointed fangs to have your heart sinking into a twisting stomach, guiding you over to the table where you date is apparently already waiting on you.

The moment she steps aside, your sights fall on the man settled in the chair at the small table before you. His gaze rises to meet your eyes, and you aren’t sure whether to stare at his shy smile, the fact that he has no hints of fangs anywhere, or his tongue darting out the moment he licks his lips as he takes in the sight of you. Gulping, you nod to the waitress before she takes off, and then you take your seat across from him before he can stand out of politeness, smoothing your hands over your skirt and flashing a subtle smile.

He says his name in a deeper voice than you expected, grin widening. As you tell him your name, he leans closer, never taking his eyes off of you. “It’s nice to meet you finally. She said you were cute, but I wasn't expecting this cute. Beautiful, actually.”

The heat rushes to your cheeks from the compliment, realizing vampires must be much more forward than guys your own age, but you try not to let his words get to you. You also try not to think about your best friend hyping you up so much, not wanting to deal with the consequences of being a disappointment if you didn’t live up to her generous praises.

“Thanks,” you tell him, eyes falling to your hands in your lap for a moment while hating the fact that your friend talks so much. Though, you have to admit she was right. He is charming, and good looking, and you will see as the night goes on if he is as polite as she promised. Any guy can sweet talk you, and you weren't born yesterday. “You must say that to all the girls,” you tease him, watching a wide smile appear on his face.

“I don't, actually,” he admits just as the waiter arrives at your table, waiting on you to order a water while your date tells him the blood type of his choice. For a moment, you forgot he isn't even human, only aware of the fact when you realize he's ordering blood and not a cocktail. “I have to be honest.”

Here we go, you think. “Honest is good,”  you tell him, causing him to chuckle. 

“I don't usually do this.” You refrain from raising your brows or pursing your lips. It's not like it's the first time you have heard that line before. “But she promised I wouldn’t regret it, and she told me we would hit it off and-”

“She likes to say a lot of things before she’s sure of them,” you interrupt, but the grin on his face admits he takes no offense. “She told me the same thing. And I don’t usually do this, either, even though she bugs me all the time.”

“Oh really?” The vampire perks up, grinning and flashing points of his sharp fangs. Your heart beats twice as fast, then you curse yourself knowing he can probably hear it. “What made you change your mind tonight?”

You can’t help but to smile. Damn her for being correct in the fact that he is really charming. You could melt looking at his smile alone.

“I don’t know… you know what they say. You only live once.”

“Well… actually…”

Suddenly, you’re bursting into a fit of laughter. Your vampire date smiles wider, and before you know it the two of you are cruising into comfortable, casual conversation. He tells you about his job owning a tattoo shop. You tell him about your favorite movies and books. He indulges in a few stories from his human life and you give in and tell him something embarrassing from the fifth grade. As the night goes on, you’re less and less focused on that fact you’re on a blind date with a vampire, and only feeling the natural connection between the two of you. He is charming, and handsome, and you don’t remember the last time you laughed this much.

You never thought it would be so easy to tell him little tidbits about your life and even silly, embarrassing stories. You never imagined yourself sitting for a long time even after dinner was finished listening to him tell you his adventures in different cities and late night exploring where humans don’t usually travel. The conversation grows so natural, it almost feels as if you’ve known him for a while.

“It was so nice getting to know you,” you tell him as the two of you walk from the restaurant onto the quiet street. Part of you wishes the night wasn’t over so soon, but looking at the time on your phone, you realized it’s been a few hours talking to him. You didn’t even realize it was so late.

“Same here. I, uh…”

“Do you…”

You both begin to mumble and stutter and beat around the bush because neither of you wants to say goodbye. Sure, you’ve had your attractions to first dates in the past, but never have you felt so much desire to keep the night alive.

“Do you want to go back to my place?” you ask before biting your bottom lip. You’ve never been so forward, especially not on a first date. This vampire is drawing you in, you realize. Not only do you feel at ease with him, you suddenly feel hot and bothered at the thought of getting him alone. What would it be like with him? What would it feel like? Never would you have imagined yourself so worked over a funny, charming vampire, but here you are. Inviting him into your bed after one very long, very fun dinner date.

No, not the bed, you try to convince yourself. Just to get to know him more.

“I would love to,” he replies with a smirk, making your heart beat harder once again.

Shit, you curse at yourself. He can definitely hear it.

He extends his hand, showing a hint of tattooed skin beneath the sleeve of his jacket. It only takes a second for your palm to slip against him while wondering if he got those tattoos in his human life, leading the short walk to your place.

Suddenly you stop, however, turning to look at him. “Um…” You hesitate as he looks on with curious eyes widening. “Whatever happens… please, don’t bite me.”

Without thinking twice, he throws his head back in laughter, giving your hand a little squeeze after the few seconds it takes him to calm down. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he says, leaning in closer to whisper, “biting is no fun unless you’re enjoying it.”

*****

You can barely make it inside before your lips are on his. His hands on you. Chests pressing together and you attempting to press yourself against his thigh where you need him most. It was like a snap of a finger, a flip of a switch. The more you talk to this vampire, the more you desire dancing dangerously close to the edge. 

Now your back is pressed to your door. He pins you against wood with the weight of his own body, yet he’s still so careful, gentle. 

“Do you have a key, sweetheart?” he questions between moments of his lips against your neck. “Or do you like giving the neighborhood a show?”

Again, you’re giggling before you’re moaning, feeling his tongue slip across your flesh with ease. “Pocket…” is all you can manage to get out. Your mind is in a whirlwind because of this man… no, this vampire. And the longer you’re in his presence the less you care about any danger or even the fact that he’s not human. Your body aches for him, desperate to see what he’s really made of. The need to experience something so otherworldly urges you to continue as he digs around in your coat pocket for your key.

Before you know it the two of you are stumbling into your home. The door barely shuts behind you before your back is against its wooden panels once again. Fingers pluck at buttons and zippers while his mouth explores your own in the process. Heat swells between your legs, eager to remove the clothing in the way to feel his skin against your own. 

“Please,” you gasp, feeling his tongue gliding over the heavy pulse in your neck, “hurry.” Your fingers tug on the bottom of his t-shirt after his jacket falls to the floor, and he gets the hint by lifting the fabric over his head to toss aside. You quickly notice the dark ink covering his skin. The lines and swirls and designs painted on his flesh cover both arms and part of his chest. It stops briefly in your tracks, taking in the sight of this vampire, hot and heavy just for you, staring down at you like you’re his next meal.

And you very well might be, but you couldn't care less. Your body’s desire takes over all rationale and you’re pulling him in again. He tugs on your own clothes as he guides you toward the nearest surface. Fabric falls to the floor just as your thighs bump into the thick, wooden sides of your dining room table. 

The moment your hands reach inside his jeans, the vampire inhales a sharp breath and a pop of his fangs jutting from their hiding place grabs your attention. Your palm rests on the thick bulge of his cock as you let the sight of the fine tipped points sink in. Shiny and threatening under the pale light of the moon’s glow sinking into your home, you realize it doesn't bother you in the least bit. He’s been funny and charming and sweet thus far, and now you’re dying for him to be anything but. 

With a gentle push, you slip his jeans and underwear down his hips, revealing a thick, aching cock ready for you to play with. Giving it a simple, soft stroke with your palm, the vampire shudders a breath and closes his eyes. Maybe he isn’t so strong and scary, after all.

A smirk grows on your lips and it doesn’t take him long to realize how much you’re enjoying the power you have over him in the moment. Without warning, he grabs your hips to flip your body over, bare chest pressing to the table, naked ass on display for him. 

“I can’t let you have all the fun, sweetheart,” he groans in your ear a moment before his hand slips between your thighs. Fingers caress over your swollen and needy folds, feeling the arousal dripping from your center before you’ve barely been touched. 

“I thought… we were both having fun,” you tease him between gulps, giggling before a whimper slips from your lips the moment he finds your clit. It’s aching and dying to be touched, not taking long at all for your knees to be quivering. He offers a few gentle circles while chuckling in your ear.

“Of course,” he reassures you, finding your words amusing, “but feeling you shake with need against me is more fun, don’t you think?”

“Y-Yes…” You can barely get the reply out as he sinks a finger into your pussy, causing your eyes to screw shut as you take in the feel of him adding another. “Please…” Your back lowers and your ass arches to greet his touch, wanting more, inviting him in. 

“You want more, sweetheart?” he asks so casually it almost makes you nervous. “Want my cock or my tongue?”

Your head spins for a moment as you take in the possibilities. Legs quivering already from just his fingers pumping so slowly, carefully in and out of you, you decide you want it all.

“God…” You squeeze your dripping cunt around the digits pushing inside of you. “Yes… more… anything…”

You know future you will be embarrassed by the relentless begging for this vampire, but in the moment you only want to experience all of him. Quickly, he removes his hand from between your thighs and drops to his knees behind you. Two palms press to your ass before a simple swipe of his tongue over your wet, aching pussy draws out the neediest whine of his name from your body.

“Oh… fuck…” you cry out, feeling his tongue tease your clit for a moment before dipping inside to lick up the juices spilling out. Then he traces a delicious line back to the swollen bud, circling it with the point of his tongue before wrapping his lips around and giving your flesh a gentle kiss. “Oh… Jesus Christ, that feels so…” You can’t finish the sentence before you’re gasping and moaning into the cool air. 

You feel the vibrations of his chuckle against your flesh as he continues toying with your clit, tasting your pussy, drawing you closer to the edge.

“So wet, sweetheart,” he mumbles, pressing another kiss to your flesh before licking from your clit to your entrance, “tastes so good.”

Your body shivers from the deepened, darkened tone of his words. Desire drips from every word between fucking you with his tongue. Heat builds inside of you, coating on the edge of bliss every time he draws his tongue toward your clit to massage your flesh in a way that drives you wild. The grip of his palms on your ass gets tighter, adding to the pleasure as your knees begin to buckle. 

It doesn’t take long for your pleasure to come crashing down around you. Warm bliss swells from between your thighs thanks to his diligent tongue. Legs shaking, lips spilling curses and whimpers, you come against his mouth as he continues tasting every drop. Even after your pleasure has subsided, he teases a few final circles around your clit, making your shiver and jerk your hips in response. 

“Holy shit…” you curse with a sleepy chuckle, wondering if you should mention anything holy in his presence because what the two of you just did was anything but. You hear him groan at the sight of you still bent over, dripping from bliss and opening and waiting for him. 

“Ready for my cock, sweetheart?’ he asks in more of a groan than anything else, and all you can do is whimper a subtle ‘please’ as he wraps one arm around your naked body. He holds you close while you feel the tip of his cock pressing to your cunt, running it up and down your slit to coat his flesh in your previous bliss. “I want to feel you come again while I’m inside you. Feel how tight you can squeeze around me.”

His words send a shiver racing down your spine. You’re hot all over again for him, realizing you want exactly the same thing, and he’s going to give it to you. Slowly, carefully, he sinks his cock deep into your soaked cunt, messy noises filling the dining room to mix with the moans you have no desire to hold back. 

‘Oh… Oh my God…” Your head falls back, eyes closed, taking in the way you take in his cock, how it feels inside of you, deep and hard and oh so mind-numbing. 

“Fuck,” he groans behind you, hand rising to cup your bare breast. He squeezes it gently before sliding his thumb over your hardened nipple. “Feel so good… so wet, baby.”

His voice is strained, dark, and deep against your ear. He can no longer stall as he pulls his hips away, only to pump his cock back into you. A surge of heat rushes through your body at the motion. Your legs quiver. Your mind tunnels in on the pressure building inside of you once again. So full of this vampire. His cock so deep inside your pussy. His grip on you strengthens, holding you still while falling into a whimper inducing rhythm. 

“Please,” you grasp out, saying the words before you can stop yourself. “B-Bite me, please.”

He stalls his motions. His eyes lock into yours, searching your face for any uncertainty. For a moment, you think he will comply. His fangs are fully extended from the pleasure of filling you up. No doubt he’s hungry and horny and ready to feed and fuck.

But he simply shakes his head. “You asked me not to.”

You grin, wiggling your ass against him to let him know to keep going. He slowly falls into his previous pace. 

“That was earlier, uninformed me,” you tell him, struggling to breathe through the words as your lashes flutter and your head rolls back again. “Now I know how good it feels being with you. I want… want more.”

“Then more,” he begins, snapping his hips against your ass to fuck you harder, “is what you will, sweetheart, but I will not go back on my word.”

With that, his hand snakes around your neck, the other pressing to your hip to guide your body forward. His pace quickens, rolling himself into you to earn every moan spilling from your lips. 

“Touch yourself,” he commands, a dangerous hint of threat at the tip of his tongue to work you up even further, “slip your hand between your thighs and play with your pussy for me.”

You obey him without a second thought. Your hand falls between your legs, fingers quickly finding your clit to do as he says. The pleasure is overwhelming, heat filling every inch, legs quivering, all while he fucks you from behind. The blissful cries spilling from your lips only encourage him further. Nasty words fill the space between the two of you, telling you how good you feel, begging you to come on his cock.

It doesn’t take long to spill over the edge. Coming undone as pleasure swells throughout your body. A warm, muscle soothing sensation filling you up as your walls squeeze round the vampire’s length. He groans behind you feeling you come on his cock, continuing to pump himself into you until he’s losing himself to the moment as well.

He holds you tighter as he finds his own end. Fingers leave indentations against your flesh, tattooed arms pulling you closer every second until he begins to come down from the high. His motions slow. Your heavy breaths fill the room. Legs still shaky, he quickly gets the hint as he turns your body and wraps you in his arms. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asks, but press his lip softly to your own before you have time to answer. 

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” you reply in a fit of overwhelming, bliss-filled giggles. He laughs as well, offering another tender kiss to your lips. “Never would have I imagined…”

“What? That it could be so fun?’

“... feel so good,” you add, grinning and wrapping arms around his neck. “I… Why didn’t you-”

“Bite you?’ he completes your thought. “You asked me not to.”

“But then I asked you to.”

He smirks, stroking your cheek with his knuckles before replying. “Well, it will be even more fun when I get to taste you in other ways next time.”

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the first | ❤️

w / au's: optional male lead, fluff,

summary: your firsts with him, from meeting him to becoming a family, and a few cute things in between...

words: 1,227

The first night you meet him, he is just a friend of a friend of a friend and you almost miss his name when you are introduced to him. You would have never paid him no mind if he didn’t grab you by the hand to pull you close, beginning to dance with you spontaneously to the mellow music bursting through the speakers, to which he would later blame on the alcohol giving him courage.

But he didn’t regret it, because as the two of you dance, you somehow feel protected in the stranger’s arms. And maybe the alcohol is to blame because before you realize it, you are on the balcony of your friend’s apartment as her birthday party resumes inside.

You two talk and share the weirdest of stories, including the time you got caught skinny dipping in your principal's pool and the time he was rushed to the hospital thanks to an incident involving his older brother and a skateboard.

“Did it hurt?”

“I wanted to die.” He laughs and scoots closer, but you are too far gone and drunk to notice. You only feel so, so warm next to him. Safe. Relaxed. “Did you get in a lot of trouble when you got caught?”

“I nearly got kicked out of school.”

And he makes his mind up then he wants to hear every little detail of your life. He wants to learn everything about you.

You make your mind up, too, when he walks you home and you invite him inside. You kiss him because you just can’t resist, fiery and hot and desperate, then he only tells you to get some sleep. Your eyes are fluttering closed by the time he tucks you into bed beneath a flowery duvet. The next morning you wake up surprised to find him snoring on your couch.

He tells you he wanted to make sure you were okay, and maybe you should have been a bit more embarrassed than flattered.

The first time you know he is the one, his arms are wrapped around your shoulders after you have received terrible news. Your body is trembling as a sob threatens to escape your throat. He’s rushed all the way to your place from the next city over just to comfort you.

“I-I’m sorry,” you cry out, chest heavy for making him drive so far, heart aching with guilt but nothing could have stopped you from calling him. “I don’t want you to worry about me. I’ll be… be okay.” The tears fall to burn hot against your cheeks and you can barely manage speaking the words. You know he has better places to be. You just didn’t have anyone else to call.

But as he kisses your temple and rubs your back to rid your body of the worries, the words he whispers in your ear patch your broken, beaten heart just the way you need. “There’s nowhere else I want to be right now. Only with you.”

The first time you tell him you love him, butterflies fill your tummy and you would have backed out if the three little words weren't blurted out before you could stop yourself. He freezes, and you want to disappear because it’s only two months after the two of you met, but you just know your heart isn’t lying to you.

He takes all of five seconds to wrap you in his arms, kissing you excitedly before repeating the words over and over.

“I love you,” he says, another kiss to your lips. “I love you, I love you, I love you, too.” You think he overreacts out of surprise, or maybe he just loves hearing the words, but you know it is typical of him and you know you will never get tired of him saying it.

“I love you,” you repeat.

“I love you.” He grins, and you giggle, and he kisses you all over again.

The first time he surprises you, you have just woken up, brushed your teeth, and before you can get dressed, he’s telling you to “get back in bed”. You can smell the breakfast cooking, knowing he wants to surprise you and you try to act as such when he brings you a tray of pancakes with whipped cream, bacon, and orange juice.

You thank him with a grin and happily take a bite, knowing his cooking needs some work but you love every bit of it anyway. And he watches you, nervously biting his lip while you wonder if he is really that stressed out about you enjoying the food.

Yet, when he pulls a red, velvet box from his pocket is when you drop your fork and cover your mouth with your hands, admiring the shimmer of the diamonds when he lifts the lid to change your life forever.

“Will you make me the happiest, luckiest person on the planet?”

And that’s the first time, through your tears, you tell him, “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

The first dance you share at your wedding reminds you of the first night you met him. He holds you close, and he looks so handsome in his tuxedo. He tells you again and again how beautiful you are, how much you look like a princess even if he treats you like a queen, and your cheeks flush each and every time.

Your families watch in awe and the butterflies in your stomach even have an invitation to the best night of your life. With his hands on your hips and your arms around his neck, he kisses you as if no one else in the world exists. When he pulls away, you can’t help to notice the love filling every inch of his face.

“I truly feel like I am the happiest, luckiest person on the planet.”

You chuckle shyly at the words. He presses his forehead against yours. You close your eyes to stop the tears from hitting your cheeks.

“Me too.”

The first time you fall in love with him all over again is the first night he holds his daughter in his arms. He’s bursting with joy and you’re so, so tired you can hardly keep your eyes open. He tells you how much he loves the two of you, how you’re both his entire world and he would kill anyone that hurt either of you.

You tell him it’s a bit much, don’t be so dramatic, but you believe every single word he says. He kisses her forehead and you can’t stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks. He cries, too, in the middle of the hospital room where you two have met her for the first time. As he hands her back to you, he kisses your forehead as well.

“How can you love someone you just met?” you ask him, to which he chuckles and kisses you again.

“Easily,” he informs you, placing his hand against your daughter’s head as his eyes gaze between the two of you. “I know I loved you the first time I met you.”

You look up at him, confused, blinking, before laughing tiredly and assuming he just needs sleep. And even if you need twice as much sleep, you believe him. There’s no doubt in your mind he’s loved you since the beginning, because you have loved him just the same.