warnings: 18+, smut, porn with no plot, pegging, m!masturbation, soft sex, no p in v, use of toys, Whiny Whimpery Farleigh™, dacryphilia, praise kink
a/n: im not really sure what kinda vibe you're expecting anon, if u want him getting fucked senseless, or u want him treated like a pretty princess. either way this has both ! so 😄
“so you’ve never done this before ?” crouching down, you settle on your knees by the bed, getting to eye level with farleigh. “what makes you think i have ?” words quick to roll off his tongue, he’s looking at you through his long lashes. you scoff at him, rolling your eyes. you do have every reason to think he’s done it before.
“no need for all that attitude” you huff out. reaching up for his face, you cup his jaw to pull him into a quick kiss, your fingers smoothing over his temple. farleigh shifts in his position, laying on his stomach, chest pressed up against a pillow that you’ve propped on the bed, trying to get comfortable.
looking into his eyes, you take in all of his features as a pair of glinting browns stares back. long lashes batting over the marbles, pretty as always. farleigh watches closely as you reach over to the bedside table to pull out the drawer, grabbing the lube that he’d stashed there. “this is it”. you shrug to yourself, staring at the slim bottle in your hand. you’ve never thought of yourself as the one being on the giving end of the substance. “you’re sure about this farleigh ?” a visible movement in his throat can be seen from him swallowing the glob of saliva that was pooling in his mouth. pursing his lips, he nods, giving you a sheepish grin, his head cocked to the side.
“i want you to. relax.” he tries to reassure you, knowing that you’re probably more nervous that he is. however seeing him this eager is making you excited to see where this is gonna take the both of you. kinda making you wanna see him getting fucked face down into the mattress, and you could just hear the sounds he’s gonna make when he’s all fucked out playing in your ears.
dipping your knees into the mattress, you settle one of your thigh in between his, and another beside his upper body. you’d left the bottle of lube at the edge of the bed to delicately rake your fingers across his back, your palms gently feeling the smooth skin as they glide over his toned muscles. though you’d warm your hands for a bit before touching him, he still lets out a small hiss at your slightly cold fingertips. he’s always been so sensitive to touch, which makes it more interesting to see how he’s gonna react when you’re touching him in places you’ve never before.
he’s laying rather comfortably on the bunch of pillows you have on your bed, folding his arms so his chin is resting against the back of his hands. farleigh’s left only in his black briefs that hugs around his ass cheeks, his broad back on full display, with honey dripped tanned skin. you lean down to start kissing behind his neck, nipping at the flesh making him shift a little from the ticklish sensation. you start kissing along his shoulders, soft lips grazing across his arms, feeling his muscles flex at your touch. he turns his head to lean over for a kiss, suddenly needing a sense of comfort from you. feeling your palm resting on his lower back, you meet his lips in a slow kiss, drinking in his hums and quiet moans. you both sit in a knowing silence, getting yourselves ready for each other, a gentle reassurance lingering the entire room. pulling away, he blinks at your searching eyes, letting out a low, almost whispered “i love you”.
you adjust your legs to continue trailing kisses across his back, your fingers roaming on his sides and grazing over every surface of his skin. just as you reach over the band of his briefs, you press more than one kiss to let him know, before slowly pulling his briefs off his legs. “is this okay farleigh ?” you hear him let out a small hum, nodding against the pillows. that was enough for you to know that you can continue. tapping at both of his sides, you pull at his waist to prop him up, his knees dipping into the mattress, spreading his legs wide open with his ass on full display. you couldn’t see it earlier, but when he’s propped up like this only you could see how hard he is, his cock standing tall against his lower stomach, his balls tight and heavy.
you reach over to the edge of the bed, one hand grabbing the discarded lube earlier, popping open the lid before squeezing a little onto your thumb, letting it rest so the heat from your hand can make it less cold. when he heard the sound from the lid being flicked open, he clenched on reflex thinking that it was gonna be cold. for a split second he had his eyes closed shut, anticipating the sudden tingle but when you smear the small drop against his tight hole he could feel that you’d let it settle on your hand for a while. you watch his reactions closely, looking for any signs of discomfort. he’s not showing any, if anything you swear you could see him arching his back even more and trying to get his ass closer to you. somehow you forgot how huge of a freak he actually is, too busy making sure he’s comfortable.
squeezing more of the gel-like substance onto your palm, you can feel the coldness of it slowly adjusting to the temperature of your hand before smothering it all over the dildo. farleigh was the one who picked that one out, it being the perfect length and girth according to him. to be fair it’s a little smaller compared to what you’re used to getting from him. and he knows he’s bigger than the toy. when you think it’s all lubed up enough, you squeeze just a little more onto the pad of your thumb, letting it rest before prodding at his puckered hole. “gonna stretch you out a bit, okay ?” pushing your digit past the tight rim, you hear him wince at how it stretches to accommodate you. pulling your thumb out, you try using your index finger next, working it up before inserting your middle finger, stretching his hole even more, earning a staggered breathy whimper from him.
farleigh lets out a muffled moan against the pillow, his knees jerked a little when your fingers started moving in and out of his tight hole. he has no idea what came over him that he asked to be pegged, all he knows is that he’s been told that it feels good. and he wanted to try, because honestly, what hasn’t he tried in bed with you ? fun part is you’re always up for it, as long as it’s nothing crazy. well, this is a little bit crazy.
just as he lets out a whine, he feels a sudden electrifying pleasure pressing on his lower stomach, making his cock jump and leak onto the bedsheet. “what the fu— that feels fucking good” he huffs out. you’ve managed to hit against the spot close to his prostate, making his thighs twitch on reflex. farleigh moans, at the pleasure, and seeing his sudden heightened reaction, you try pressing the tip of your fingers at the spot once again, and that made him hiss out a curse. he sounds heavenly, the way his deep voice cracks when he tries suppressing his moans, that all that comes out are whines instead. his hands roam all over his side, trying to find something to occupy his hands with before he starts fisting a small area of the bedsheet. fuck, he feels so good, maybe too good that he thinks it’s gonna make him cum soon. your eyes widen at his reactions, and the new sounds that he’s making that you’ve never heard before even when he’s balls deep inside you.
reaching over for the already lubed up dildo, you drop another glob of lube onto it and spreading it all over the shaft just to make sure it’s wet enough. when you start prodding the tip at his tight rim, you look over to see his face pressed down against a pillow, strings of incoherent sounds muffled into the cover. “this is the toy, farleigh, are you okay ?” you try to make sure, though at this point the pleasure’s getting too good that he wants even more. raising his head above the pillow, farleigh looks back at you, his chin glistening from his own saliva. he nods as he watches your one hand working the toy into him, pushing the tip past his stretching hole as your other hand grip at his hips. “ohhh…” he could feel every inches slowly easing into him, the ridges brushing against the tight rim. “you’re doing so good” you let out, calming him down. he moves his head back into the pillows as you hear him drag out a loud moan, his fingers fisting at the sheets like he’s gonna rip it off the bed.
it’s crazy how good the stretch is making him feel, and the toy managed to hit his sensitive spot even better than your fingers. now farleigh’s feeling overwhelmed from the sensations, both from the tip of the cock hitting his sensitive spot repeatedly and from how delicious of a stretch it’s giving to his tight hole. leaning back on your heels, you watch his rim pulse around the toy, hugging it so good that it’s slotted in perfectly. “does it feel good baby ?” you tease him, knowing that he’s liking how the dildo is stuffed inside him. he nods, humming eagerly like a puppy. the entire area of his ass is covered with lube, mostly around where he’s connected with the dildo, the wetness making the surface glisten. you let farleigh adjust to the foreign feeling of getting his hole and walls stretched out, something he’s used to doing on you. a sudden wave of wonder washes over you thinking about how good must it feels to have a cock so you can actually fuck him. he looks so tight and warm, he must feel pretty good to fuck.
farleigh’s long curls graze over the back of his neck, you can see his broad back slightly shiver at the feeling of his walls clenching down on the toy. the shaft curves slightly towards the tip, making it easier for you to angle it so it stirs his insides. just as you’re about to pull it out of him, you hear him mumble out something. worried, you place a palm against a small of his back, asking him to repeat it. “please,,” he croaks out, tears brimming at his waterline, eyes red from concealing his sob and the slight pain of the stretch, yet the pleasure overrules it. “you wanna stop baby ?” you ask gently, ready to put everything to an end no matter how much you’re enjoying this. he shakes his head slowly.
“go faster, please,,” his breath starts to hitch, his thighs numb from propping himself up yet he’s willing to arch even lower if it means that you can get the toy to go even deeper inside him. you can’t help the grin pushing at your cheeks seeing him laying there patiently. leaning down, you leave a quick kiss on his shoulder before getting right back to work to make him feel good. “you’re doing reeaaally good, farleigh” you let out praises, the sheer sight of him is turning you on. he’s enjoying this so much, as expected. pulling out the toy, you catch a dragged out moan from him, partially muffled followed by a whine when you start fucking it back into him, forcing the blunt tip of the toy to nudge against his walls. “fuck—!” looking down, you notice the wet patch on the bedsheet from his leaking cock, glistening with precum.
feeling bad at his neglected cock, you try jerking it to relieve some of the tension, slowly before you hear him protesting, shaking his head. “you don’t want that ?” he shakes his head, one of his hand reaching over to his ass to grab the base of the dildo. before you know it, he’s pulling it out and pushing it back into his hole, fucking himself with it. “oh fuck… oh my god” farleigh lets out more strings of curses at the feeling of the dildo fucking into him. “‘s so good….feels good- love your cock so much” most of the words spilling out of his mouth being muffled by the pillow. you’re left speechless from his movements, sitting still as you watch him work the cock into himself, sobbing and moaning into the pillows, his arm flexing with each of his own thrusts. you wrap your fingers around his calves, slowly pulling his long legs to position him better, relieving some of the numbness in his knees. when he finally lets go of the dildo, you get back into pegging him, now increasing your speed and trying to get it to reach even deeper to see if he likes it. “ohhhh myy- fuck, fuck me” and of course, he absolutely loves it, got him whimpering and moaning shamelessly, letting you know how good you’re making him feel.
just as you thought it’s only a matter of time until he’s cumming just from being fucked from behind, one of his hands reach underneath his body to wrap his fingers around his cock, wincing at the sudden pleasure on his extra sensitive raging red tip. his balls looks so tight and full. it looks like he’s trying to match your hand’s pace, jerking his large cock up and down all the way from the base to his leaking tip. you hear him sigh before he starts getting up, flipping his body over before reaching for the lube, leaving you watching cluelessly. squeezing the bottle over his hand, he brings the lube over to his cock before continuing to jerk it, tipping his head back from the pleasure while his hands move erratically. “ahhh…” his mouth hangs open, saliva threatening to spill over. you watch him jerk himself off, the dildo still stuffed balls deep inside him, his mouth agape letting out a low guttural moan.
shifting in his position, he moves back to rest on the pillows that he was mushed against earlier, laying on his back as his hand continue to stroke his cock. “shit—“ lifting his legs, he pulls them towards his sides, exposing his ass with a dildo slotted inside it. you take it as your cue to grab at the base before fucking it into him, all while he’s jerking off. you grab the lube to squeeze more onto the dildo, not caring to properly pull it out of him, or how cold it is. all you care about is making sure he’s fucked good and that you’re helping him chase his orgasm. scooting closer to him, both your thighs pressed on the sides of his ass, trying to get into better position for your hands to fuck the toy into his hole. you thrust the entire shaft in an out of him, making sure the tip bumps against the spot just over his prostate, stimulating the sensitivity. he could feel the quick sharp pleasure washing over him each time you bottom it out.
farleigh’s sobbing, tears running down his rose tinted cheeks but he’s too busy getting fucked. seeing him with his eyes all teary like that, you can feel your walls pulsating as it clenches down around nothing. god he’s such a pretty crier, tip of his nose glinting and red like a reindeer, heated cheeks all flushed with saliva covered mouth from all the drooling he’s done. seeing him like this makes you wanna fuck him till he breaks. he feels really exposed, with his cock in his hand on full display for you, his legs folded on top of him with his ass out. he’s starting to lose his mind, crying out your name begging you to fuck him as if it’s not the only thing you’re doing right now. “fuck me please,, please, need you t’fuck me…”. he looks absolutely pathetic, but everything is so hot, you know your own wetness has seeped through your panties.
with one last stroke on his cock and a pump of the dildo into his hole, he’s cumming onto his chest, his hips twitching from the pleasure. farleigh has stopped crying, his face red and pretty with wet lashes and tear stained cheeks. his plump lips are swollen, chest heaving hard as he tries to catch his breath. you pull out the dildo carefully, watching his hole clench at the loss of the toy that was slotted deep inside him.
he shifts his gaze towards you, his eyebrows furrowed before he lets out another sob. you quickly lean down to reach for him, pulling him against your body, wrapping your arms around him. pulling the covers over his body, you quietly shush him, “good job baby, you did such a good job.” you reassure him as he breaks down in your arms. “thank you. thank you— thank you” he lets out through the hiccups, resting his temple against your collarbone as you tighten your embrace, trying to tell him that he’s okay.
when you move to try to lay more comfortably, he grabs your hand. “stay” he begs, though there’s nothing to beg for. “‘m not going anywhere i promise” hearing that, he seems to sink into the covers, relieved at your answer. you’re gonna lay with him for as long as he needs before taking care of him, you think to yourself. pushing his curls back, you wipe the sweat of his face gently, kissing his forehead as he leans even closer, “thank you for doing this” he heaves out. “anything for you, farleigh”.
warnings: 18+, smut, porn with no plot, pegging, m!masturbation, soft sex, no p in v, use of toys, Whiny Whimpery Farleigh™, dacryphilia, praise kink
a/n: im not really sure what kinda vibe you're expecting anon, if u want him getting fucked senseless, or u want him treated like a pretty princess. either way this has both ! so 😄
“so you’ve never done this before ?” crouching down, you settle on your knees by the bed, getting to eye level with farleigh. “what makes you think i have ?” words quick to roll off his tongue, he’s looking at you through his long lashes. you scoff at him, rolling your eyes. you do have every reason to think he’s done it before.
“no need for all that attitude” you huff out. reaching up for his face, you cup his jaw to pull him into a quick kiss, your fingers smoothing over his temple. farleigh shifts in his position, laying on his stomach, chest pressed up against a pillow that you’ve propped on the bed, trying to get comfortable.
looking into his eyes, you take in all of his features as a pair of glinting browns stares back. long lashes batting over the marbles, pretty as always. farleigh watches closely as you reach over to the bedside table to pull out the drawer, grabbing the lube that he’d stashed there. “this is it”. you shrug to yourself, staring at the slim bottle in your hand. you’ve never thought of yourself as the one being on the giving end of the substance. “you’re sure about this farleigh ?” a visible movement in his throat can be seen from him swallowing the glob of saliva that was pooling in his mouth. pursing his lips, he nods, giving you a sheepish grin, his head cocked to the side.
“i want you to. relax.” he tries to reassure you, knowing that you’re probably more nervous that he is. however seeing him this eager is making you excited to see where this is gonna take the both of you. kinda making you wanna see him getting fucked face down into the mattress, and you could just hear the sounds he’s gonna make when he’s all fucked out playing in your ears.
dipping your knees into the mattress, you settle one of your thigh in between his, and another beside his upper body. you’d left the bottle of lube at the edge of the bed to delicately rake your fingers across his back, your palms gently feeling the smooth skin as they glide over his toned muscles. though you’d warm your hands for a bit before touching him, he still lets out a small hiss at your slightly cold fingertips. he’s always been so sensitive to touch, which makes it more interesting to see how he’s gonna react when you’re touching him in places you’ve never before.
he’s laying rather comfortably on the bunch of pillows you have on your bed, folding his arms so his chin is resting against the back of his hands. farleigh’s left only in his black briefs that hugs around his ass cheeks, his broad back on full display, with honey dripped tanned skin. you lean down to start kissing behind his neck, nipping at the flesh making him shift a little from the ticklish sensation. you start kissing along his shoulders, soft lips grazing across his arms, feeling his muscles flex at your touch. he turns his head to lean over for a kiss, suddenly needing a sense of comfort from you. feeling your palm resting on his lower back, you meet his lips in a slow kiss, drinking in his hums and quiet moans. you both sit in a knowing silence, getting yourselves ready for each other, a gentle reassurance lingering the entire room. pulling away, he blinks at your searching eyes, letting out a low, almost whispered “i love you”.
you adjust your legs to continue trailing kisses across his back, your fingers roaming on his sides and grazing over every surface of his skin. just as you reach over the band of his briefs, you press more than one kiss to let him know, before slowly pulling his briefs off his legs. “is this okay farleigh ?” you hear him let out a small hum, nodding against the pillows. that was enough for you to know that you can continue. tapping at both of his sides, you pull at his waist to prop him up, his knees dipping into the mattress, spreading his legs wide open with his ass on full display. you couldn’t see it earlier, but when he’s propped up like this only you could see how hard he is, his cock standing tall against his lower stomach, his balls tight and heavy.
you reach over to the edge of the bed, one hand grabbing the discarded lube earlier, popping open the lid before squeezing a little onto your thumb, letting it rest so the heat from your hand can make it less cold. when he heard the sound from the lid being flicked open, he clenched on reflex thinking that it was gonna be cold. for a split second he had his eyes closed shut, anticipating the sudden tingle but when you smear the small drop against his tight hole he could feel that you’d let it settle on your hand for a while. you watch his reactions closely, looking for any signs of discomfort. he’s not showing any, if anything you swear you could see him arching his back even more and trying to get his ass closer to you. somehow you forgot how huge of a freak he actually is, too busy making sure he’s comfortable.
squeezing more of the gel-like substance onto your palm, you can feel the coldness of it slowly adjusting to the temperature of your hand before smothering it all over the dildo. farleigh was the one who picked that one out, it being the perfect length and girth according to him. to be fair it’s a little smaller compared to what you’re used to getting from him. and he knows he’s bigger than the toy. when you think it’s all lubed up enough, you squeeze just a little more onto the pad of your thumb, letting it rest before prodding at his puckered hole. “gonna stretch you out a bit, okay ?” pushing your digit past the tight rim, you hear him wince at how it stretches to accommodate you. pulling your thumb out, you try using your index finger next, working it up before inserting your middle finger, stretching his hole even more, earning a staggered breathy whimper from him.
farleigh lets out a muffled moan against the pillow, his knees jerked a little when your fingers started moving in and out of his tight hole. he has no idea what came over him that he asked to be pegged, all he knows is that he’s been told that it feels good. and he wanted to try, because honestly, what hasn’t he tried in bed with you ? fun part is you’re always up for it, as long as it’s nothing crazy. well, this is a little bit crazy.
just as he lets out a whine, he feels a sudden electrifying pleasure pressing on his lower stomach, making his cock jump and leak onto the bedsheet. “what the fu— that feels fucking good” he huffs out. you’ve managed to hit against the spot close to his prostate, making his thighs twitch on reflex. farleigh moans, at the pleasure, and seeing his sudden heightened reaction, you try pressing the tip of your fingers at the spot once again, and that made him hiss out a curse. he sounds heavenly, the way his deep voice cracks when he tries suppressing his moans, that all that comes out are whines instead. his hands roam all over his side, trying to find something to occupy his hands with before he starts fisting a small area of the bedsheet. fuck, he feels so good, maybe too good that he thinks it’s gonna make him cum soon. your eyes widen at his reactions, and the new sounds that he’s making that you’ve never heard before even when he’s balls deep inside you.
reaching over for the already lubed up dildo, you drop another glob of lube onto it and spreading it all over the shaft just to make sure it’s wet enough. when you start prodding the tip at his tight rim, you look over to see his face pressed down against a pillow, strings of incoherent sounds muffled into the cover. “this is the toy, farleigh, are you okay ?” you try to make sure, though at this point the pleasure’s getting too good that he wants even more. raising his head above the pillow, farleigh looks back at you, his chin glistening from his own saliva. he nods as he watches your one hand working the toy into him, pushing the tip past his stretching hole as your other hand grip at his hips. “ohhh…” he could feel every inches slowly easing into him, the ridges brushing against the tight rim. “you’re doing so good” you let out, calming him down. he moves his head back into the pillows as you hear him drag out a loud moan, his fingers fisting at the sheets like he’s gonna rip it off the bed.
it’s crazy how good the stretch is making him feel, and the toy managed to hit his sensitive spot even better than your fingers. now farleigh’s feeling overwhelmed from the sensations, both from the tip of the cock hitting his sensitive spot repeatedly and from how delicious of a stretch it’s giving to his tight hole. leaning back on your heels, you watch his rim pulse around the toy, hugging it so good that it’s slotted in perfectly. “does it feel good baby ?” you tease him, knowing that he’s liking how the dildo is stuffed inside him. he nods, humming eagerly like a puppy. the entire area of his ass is covered with lube, mostly around where he’s connected with the dildo, the wetness making the surface glisten. you let farleigh adjust to the foreign feeling of getting his hole and walls stretched out, something he’s used to doing on you. a sudden wave of wonder washes over you thinking about how good must it feels to have a cock so you can actually fuck him. he looks so tight and warm, he must feel pretty good to fuck.
farleigh’s long curls graze over the back of his neck, you can see his broad back slightly shiver at the feeling of his walls clenching down on the toy. the shaft curves slightly towards the tip, making it easier for you to angle it so it stirs his insides. just as you’re about to pull it out of him, you hear him mumble out something. worried, you place a palm against a small of his back, asking him to repeat it. “please,,” he croaks out, tears brimming at his waterline, eyes red from concealing his sob and the slight pain of the stretch, yet the pleasure overrules it. “you wanna stop baby ?” you ask gently, ready to put everything to an end no matter how much you’re enjoying this. he shakes his head slowly.
“go faster, please,,” his breath starts to hitch, his thighs numb from propping himself up yet he’s willing to arch even lower if it means that you can get the toy to go even deeper inside him. you can’t help the grin pushing at your cheeks seeing him laying there patiently. leaning down, you leave a quick kiss on his shoulder before getting right back to work to make him feel good. “you’re doing reeaaally good, farleigh” you let out praises, the sheer sight of him is turning you on. he’s enjoying this so much, as expected. pulling out the toy, you catch a dragged out moan from him, partially muffled followed by a whine when you start fucking it back into him, forcing the blunt tip of the toy to nudge against his walls. “fuck—!” looking down, you notice the wet patch on the bedsheet from his leaking cock, glistening with precum.
feeling bad at his neglected cock, you try jerking it to relieve some of the tension, slowly before you hear him protesting, shaking his head. “you don’t want that ?” he shakes his head, one of his hand reaching over to his ass to grab the base of the dildo. before you know it, he’s pulling it out and pushing it back into his hole, fucking himself with it. “oh fuck… oh my god” farleigh lets out more strings of curses at the feeling of the dildo fucking into him. “‘s so good….feels good- love your cock so much” most of the words spilling out of his mouth being muffled by the pillow. you’re left speechless from his movements, sitting still as you watch him work the cock into himself, sobbing and moaning into the pillows, his arm flexing with each of his own thrusts. you wrap your fingers around his calves, slowly pulling his long legs to position him better, relieving some of the numbness in his knees. when he finally lets go of the dildo, you get back into pegging him, now increasing your speed and trying to get it to reach even deeper to see if he likes it. “ohhhh myy- fuck, fuck me” and of course, he absolutely loves it, got him whimpering and moaning shamelessly, letting you know how good you’re making him feel.
just as you thought it’s only a matter of time until he’s cumming just from being fucked from behind, one of his hands reach underneath his body to wrap his fingers around his cock, wincing at the sudden pleasure on his extra sensitive raging red tip. his balls looks so tight and full. it looks like he’s trying to match your hand’s pace, jerking his large cock up and down all the way from the base to his leaking tip. you hear him sigh before he starts getting up, flipping his body over before reaching for the lube, leaving you watching cluelessly. squeezing the bottle over his hand, he brings the lube over to his cock before continuing to jerk it, tipping his head back from the pleasure while his hands move erratically. “ahhh…” his mouth hangs open, saliva threatening to spill over. you watch him jerk himself off, the dildo still stuffed balls deep inside him, his mouth agape letting out a low guttural moan.
shifting in his position, he moves back to rest on the pillows that he was mushed against earlier, laying on his back as his hand continue to stroke his cock. “shit—“ lifting his legs, he pulls them towards his sides, exposing his ass with a dildo slotted inside it. you take it as your cue to grab at the base before fucking it into him, all while he’s jerking off. you grab the lube to squeeze more onto the dildo, not caring to properly pull it out of him, or how cold it is. all you care about is making sure he’s fucked good and that you’re helping him chase his orgasm. scooting closer to him, both your thighs pressed on the sides of his ass, trying to get into better position for your hands to fuck the toy into his hole. you thrust the entire shaft in an out of him, making sure the tip bumps against the spot just over his prostate, stimulating the sensitivity. he could feel the quick sharp pleasure washing over him each time you bottom it out.
farleigh’s sobbing, tears running down his rose tinted cheeks but he’s too busy getting fucked. seeing him with his eyes all teary like that, you can feel your walls pulsating as it clenches down around nothing. god he’s such a pretty crier, tip of his nose glinting and red like a reindeer, heated cheeks all flushed with saliva covered mouth from all the drooling he’s done. seeing him like this makes you wanna fuck him till he breaks. he feels really exposed, with his cock in his hand on full display for you, his legs folded on top of him with his ass out. he’s starting to lose his mind, crying out your name begging you to fuck him as if it’s not the only thing you’re doing right now. “fuck me please,, please, need you t’fuck me…”. he looks absolutely pathetic, but everything is so hot, you know your own wetness has seeped through your panties.
with one last stroke on his cock and a pump of the dildo into his hole, he’s cumming onto his chest, his hips twitching from the pleasure. farleigh has stopped crying, his face red and pretty with wet lashes and tear stained cheeks. his plump lips are swollen, chest heaving hard as he tries to catch his breath. you pull out the dildo carefully, watching his hole clench at the loss of the toy that was slotted deep inside him.
he shifts his gaze towards you, his eyebrows furrowed before he lets out another sob. you quickly lean down to reach for him, pulling him against your body, wrapping your arms around him. pulling the covers over his body, you quietly shush him, “good job baby, you did such a good job.” you reassure him as he breaks down in your arms. “thank you. thank you— thank you” he lets out through the hiccups, resting his temple against your collarbone as you tighten your embrace, trying to tell him that he’s okay.
when you move to try to lay more comfortably, he grabs your hand. “stay” he begs, though there’s nothing to beg for. “‘m not going anywhere i promise” hearing that, he seems to sink into the covers, relieved at your answer. you’re gonna lay with him for as long as he needs before taking care of him, you think to yourself. pushing his curls back, you wipe the sweat of his face gently, kissing his forehead as he leans even closer, “thank you for doing this” he heaves out. “anything for you, farleigh”.
warnings: uhhh okay let’s see. 18+, smut, pwp, no p in v, no penetration, strap on, fake cock, oral fixation, blowjob (m! giving 🤯), cumplay, m! masturbation, praise (m! receiving), sub! kai (yahoo)
a/n: i think im gonna get back into writing the characters in a very subby manner. submissive men unite !! anyways hope you guys enjoy (😬)
you know how kai is known to be such a silly little rebel, blatantly refuses to follow orders, and just straight up pain in the ass ?
yeah well there’s his other side that he wouldn’t dare let anybody find out. and that is when he’s alone with you, where he wants you to know just how obedient he could be, for you and you only.
he could feel his blood pumping fast all throughout his body, especially towards his cheeks. you’ve got kai on his knees on the floor, all polite and behaved, much contrasting to his usual demeanour. big brown pretty eyes wide and full blown following your movements, eager to obey like a good puppy. every glances you take in his direction are met with a pretty face, grazed by his tight curls.
carefully pulling on the strap, you make sure that it’s put on comfortably as kai watches in adoration. lost in his own gaze, he quickly sucks in his glossy plump lips that was drooling saliva. oh he’s about to lose his mind.
"c'mere" you usher, sitting at the edge of the bed, the silicone cock propped high on your crotch, bouncing a little when you adjust your position. kai scoots over, settling his knees in between your spread thighs, his hands still roaming over his own thighs as he’s not gonna act before getting an order from you.
tilting his head, he tries hard to ignore the huge cock in front of his face, to look into your eyes, framed by the most beautiful face he’s ever laid eyes on. he’s doing a good job trying not to eye the cock too much, knowing that it’s gonna be stuffed full into his mouth anytime soon. it’s his favourite one too, perfect length that it hits the back of his throat every time. yet nothing compares to how the girth stretches his hole, prodding at his prostate, sending him into absolute bliss. but that’s a job for another time.
sometimes kai purposely runs his mouth on utter nonsense because he knows he’s gonna end up with a huge cock in his mouth, courtesy of you being done putting up with his shit. he thinks he’s so slick, but you know. you know how much he loves having something to suck on. your fingers, his fingers after he’s done fucking his cum into your hole, or your fake cock. oh and your tits, too. he could be nursing on your tits all day long and be so grateful that you’re letting him touch them.
so he’s sat on the floor, in between your thighs, still clothed while his rock hard cock leaks through his pants. he can’t help getting so wet at the sight of another hard cock in front of him, attached to your body.
“no touching until i say so, okay ?” you reach over to his face, feeling his heated up cheeks before cradling his jaw.
“mhm-mm” he nods, beady eyes staring right back into yours.
“good boy. now open” your thumb smoothes over his jaw seeing his lips part.
“spit” and like his second nature, he spits a glob or saliva that was pooling in his mouth from how eager he was onto your palm, before you immediately wrap your fingers around the silicone cock, lubing it up with his drool.
kai watches as the cock gets wetter by the second, slick and glistening from his bedside lamp. looking at him, it’s like he’s lost in his trance, eyes focused on the cock with his mouth slightly agape, panting quietly.
“you want it ?” you ask teasingly, grinning at his stupid face, nodding frantically like he’s afraid that if he didn’t nod hard enough you’re gonna take it away from him.
“you wanna be stuffed with a huge cock in your mouth ?” he nods again, this time mumbling pleas.
“say it” and without missing a beat,
“want your huge cock in my mouth, please” kai blurts out, his words all slurry. almost incoherent. funny how he gets all worked up this quickly, and over nothing too.
“good boy”
there wasn’t any need for him to say all that anyways, you would’ve still fuck into his mouth. it’s just that you wanted to see just how pathetic he could be. and you were right, pretty pathetic for such a huge boy.
wrapping your fingers around the base, you aim the tip so it rests on his plump lips. the sight of that alone is enough to make you wetter, as you can feel the slick pooling in your panties.
you give his lips a few small taps, watching him flinch every time the silicone makes contact before pushing the bulbous tip into his mouth, forcing his lips to part even further for every inch of your cock.
the entire length is now slotted so nicely in his face, forming a bulge in his rosy cheeks. seems like they turned the temperature down again in here, because kai’s cheeks always get rosy when it’s cold. between that and the heat rushing towards his cheeks from embarrassment, it’s better to blame the temperature. you grin at him, enjoying one of your favourite sights of the otherwise insufferable boy.
pulling the cock out, he looks at you patiently as you slap the shaft on his face, playing with the length, rubbing the veiny surface against his smooth skin. god, even with a fake cock slapping on his cheeks he still looks so pretty. you give him a few more slaps, pushing the heavy length onto the face sculpted by gods, letting it rest beside his nose before pushing it back into his mouth.
you hear him hum with his mouth full, the vibration travels to your crotch. a drop of saliva drools past his bottom lips from him letting the cock just resting against his tongue, he knows well not to start sucking, not until you tell him to. so he just looks up at you with glossy eyes, mouth full of cock, long lashes blinking away like some puppy, his hips rutting involuntarily against the cold hard floor.
“go on, pretty boy. you can touch”
as soon as he hears those words coming out of your mouth, his arms reach over your thighs to wrap his fingers around your strap. the hard shaft pops out of his mouth with a loud smacking sound, his large fingers making the cock look small. holding the entirety of its side, he starts by kissing and hollowing his cheeks on the underside of your cock, his tongue tracing the prominent vein all the way from the base to the tip.
your breath hitch from seeing how eager he is sucking on the toy, chest heaving as your eyes are blown wide. you prop yourself with your arms on the mattress, struggling to keep yourself up with your limbs growing weak.
“hah…oh—“ few quiet breathy moans slip past your lips, making him tilt his head up so he’s looking right at you while his tongue laps at the base of the strap. he seems to be focusing on the base a lot, before working with way up to the tip, pursing his pink lips around it, sucking especially hard around the little fake hole.
“you’re so pretty…..”
pretty. he loves when you call him that, you think he’s pretty.
as praise drips down your tongue, you can’t help tipping your head back, resting your jaw on your shoulders as kai starts to make slurping sounds from how much drool he’s letting out. something about sucking your strap makes his mouth water so much that he’s making a mess all over your lap, some even getting on your inner thighs.
you always notice one particular move when he’s got his mouth full, and that is when he rests his head on your thigh, using his palm to bring the cock to his mouth, before sucking on the side lazily. it’s the same move you do when you’re sucking his cock, which he absolutely loves. no wonder he’s sucking your strap so naturally, guess he’s got a great teacher.
he shifts his knees to properly position his forearm on your thighs, both his hands on your crotch with his fingers wrapping the entirety of the silicone cock. smiling at you with his bottom lips in between his teeth, he scoots even closer before spitting more saliva on the tip, showing his flattened tongue to you as he slobbers all over the shaft.
just when it gets messy enough, he’s bobbing his head up and down, soft lips wrapped around the girth, shutting his eyes to feel every ridges of the cock rubbing against his tongue, stuffing his mouth full that only hums and moans could be heard from him. sounds of slurping and lips smacking bounce against the compound walls, the echo making it sound louder and more lewd than it already is.
at this point anyone walking outside could hear the both of you, but damn if they do. they’d have zero idea that it’s actually kai being so hung up over your strap on, sucking on a fake cock like his life depended on it.
he’s especially hard now, strained cock in his pants leaking with precum that it seeps through the fabric. the friction of his sensitive tip rubbing on the crotch makes him shift in his position, hips rutting into nothing.
“you’re doing so good, kai…” you huff out, hands smoothing over his temple, pulling him off the cock before leaning in to kiss him on his swollen lips. the area of his mouth is so messy with saliva, making your lips glisten as well.
“who’s my good boy ?” you coo at him after pulling away, there’s a visible slick connecting the tip of your strap to his lips. he smiles at the question, and if he had a tail it’d be wagging like crazy right now.
“i am” he grins sheepishly, biting on his bottom lip, holding the cock at his base as he slaps it on his cheek playfully.
“you are what ?”
“'m your good boy”
he proudly lets out, bending down lower to suck on the balls, his rosy cheeks growing into darker shade of red.
“god you’re so cute” you can’t help but blush at how obedient he is. at this point he doesn’t wanna mess anything up, being so deep in his trance, your praises making him so eager to please. but really, he goes crazy when you tell him he’s doing a great job.
the mess that is his drool has smeared all over the place, the collar of his shirt has turned an even darker shade of blue from him wiping his chin.
now he’s trying to fit everything into his mouth, the tip of the strap almost hitting the back of his throat, cheeks hollowing in an attempt to relax his jaw. seeing his hard work, you decide to lend a helping hand by placing both your palms on the top of his head, raking your fingers in his tight curls, pushing down before rutting your hips into his face, stuffing the cock deeper into his mouth.
your sudden action makes him gag around the cock, pulling away almost immediately as he coughs and choke on his on saliva. you can’t help but giggle at him, while he struggles to gain back his steady breath. “you look so stupid” you let out through your giggles. he’s grabbing at your thigh, more drool drips past his lips as he lets out the remaining coughs from gagging around your strap. he’s partially humiliated, but more determined to please you by doing a good job.
seeing your blissed out face, laughing at his watery eyes, his hands scramble to pull his collar to wipe off his chin for the nth time. you reach over for his cheeks as you start to feel bad, to make sure he’s okay. he starts to let out chuckles himself, smiling up at you before leaning down to continue sucking.
you blink in surprise at him going back in like nothing, reaching over to pull him away by cupping at his cheek.
“okay that’s enough, pretty boy. you did so well”
wiping the saliva of his chin with his forearm, he looks at you in confusion when you pull him up, his movements wobbly, trying to gain control over his knees that you’re sure are bruised from kneeling on the hard floor. you make a mental note to tend to that later.
pulling his pants down, his cock jumps immediately and hits his lower belly, an obvious wet patch can be seen on the crotch. his cock hangs heavy and leaking at the tip, which is red and swollen.
his eyes follow you with curiosity, as you move to the head side of the bed, turning to your side to sit him down in front of you. pulling at his thighs, you move closer to him, settling your crotch right against his, your legs rest around his hips. his cock twitches when he feels your strap pushing against his balls.
you’re now so close to him, that his hard cock is pressed against your silicone one, some of his precum smearing the tip of it.
before he even knows it his hips starts rubbing his dick against your strap, moaning at the small relief it offers. not in a million years would he have known that he’s gonna feel this good rubbing his cock on a strap on if it wasn’t because of you.
he’s rutting his hips in a picked up pace now, the pleasure becoming even better when he feels the ridges of the strap rubbing against his sensitive skin.
seeing this, you reach your hand over to his mouth, telling him to spit which he does immediately. bringing your hand over both your cocks, you wrap your fingers around both shafts resting against each other, your dainty digits barely covering both of them to smear his saliva all over.
looking at you, he reaches his own hand over his mouth, spitting a glob onto his palm before also bringing it to both your cocks rubbing against each other in such a lewd manner.
you’re both thrusting against each other, moaning at how kai is relieving the ache in his crotch by jerking both cocks slotted up against one another, creating an immense pleasure for him. you on the other hand, as long as he’s moaning with his face all scrunched up, two cocks wet in his hand, you’re as good as having his cock stuffed inside your pussy.
both of you wouldn’t dare say anything, the state you’re both in is already crazy as it is. but there’s no reason to stop right ? as long as you’re both enjoying it. and he obviously is, the way he’s is huffing and whimpering, stroking and working his cock into an orgasm, his eyebrows knitted together.
there’s no reason for him to jerk the toy as well, but he needs the friction that rubbing against the veiny shaft gives him to get off.
“fuck, why does this feel so good—” he lets out through gritted teeth, hissing at the unexpected pleasure.
reaching over, you try to help him by flattening your palm over his cock, pushing down hard on the weeping tip where more precum oozes out and spilling over the tip of your strap.
not long after you offered the ‘help’, his moans start to grow louder, cracking with each whimper that he lets out.
kai’s about to cum, and you know it by the way he’s looking at you, asking for some sort of permission just to be safe. you nod at him, not wanting to withhold any more pleasure from him any longer.
his chest heaves harder, hips rutting into the silicone cock where his tip rubs deliciously on the veins, balls heavy with cum bouncing on the fake ones. his fingers focus on his sensitive tip as he lets out a long moan, trembling with the erratic movements of his hands.
before you could pull kai even closer, he cums with a dragged out loud moan, face scrunched up as he watches his cock spurts out ropes of thick white. his length is shooting out cum higher than usual, landing everywhere. both his and your hands, your strap on, your pelvis, his lower belly, painting his navy blue tshirt, everywhere.
watching his cock twitch with aftershocks, smaller beads of cum spills over the tip, dribbling down his softening shaft.
you both struggle to catch your breath, head too dizzy to even process what just happened properly. kai shifts his gazes towards you, before letting out a chuckle in disbelief.
god, you almost forgot how pretty the afterglow always makes him.
eyeing the pool of cum in front of you, you reach over to collect some of it on your fingers before bringing them to his mouth.
you push your cum covered fingers past his lips, as he happily wraps his lips around and suck them clean.
disclaimers: 18+, smut, nsfw, immoral tattooing, spicy, tattooartist!farleigh, edgy undertones, tattooing, drinking, brief harrassent, felix is a weirdo is this, praise kink, overstimulation, strong orgasm, squirting, temporary nickaname, heavy teasing, pining, freaky shit!
—synopsis: you have a long awaited girls night with your friends and forgot to watch your drinking. you are followed by a drunk predator before being helped by a reserved artist, wondering where the rest of the night is going to take you with him.
a/n: hi guyzz! im rlly excited for yall to read this one ..its so freaky..major disclaimer: farleigh goes by kai first as a nickname [teehee mixing universes], i do feel like this isnt some of my best writing bc of writers block but the plot is def 10/10! pls never do anything in this fanfic though bc that is unsanitary LMFAO. i rlly hope you like it! sorry for typos! all love ♡
「divider by @/cafekitsune」
it was a slow brewing saturday evening. your friends were texting the groupchat all week about going out tonight. you were excited yes, but dreading the, well, social part. you enjoyed going out and exploring new places. but god the people sometimes overwhelmed you. nonetheless, alcohol turns on that social switch in your brain. you knew you were going to be alright and have fun regardless of what happens tonight.
"ooh! im so excited [y/n]! it's been too long since you, me, and annabel have gone out!" venetia squealed as she ran past you towards the open-door bathroom. you were getting ready on venetia's bed, already dressed. you weren't one to worry about taking forever on clothes, but you did take your time on your makeup. you found your outfit the night prior, wearing black shorts, and a maroon turtleneck halter top. you went with gold accents; earrings, cuff, and a dainty necklace.
you heard the door from downstairs open and smiled, hearing annabel squealing out of excitement coming up the stairs. "[y/nnn]! are you excited?!" she giggled, plopping on the bed next to you. you share a laugh with her and swiftly move your wand away from your face as anna falls next to you.
"yes of course anna," you hummed while putting on mascara. as anna was on her phone, you noticed something on her arm, gasping.
"anna you got a tattoo?! and didnt tell anyone?" you grabbed her arm and began examining her clear fresh ink. annabel grinned like an idiot as you admired her tattoo, holding her nose up proudly.
"i kinda forgot honestly. but it's cool right?" you nodded in agreement. you loved when your friends added new body modifications. you always felt like it was accessorizing your own character.
"i got it done at saltburn tattoo parlor–" annabel started.
"thee saltburn tattoo parlor? one of the best shops in london?" venetia yelled in shock, slamming her hand on the bathroom counter. anna nodded proudly once more, giggling mischievously.
"i waited 4 months for my appointment. i wanted to get inked by the hot guy in there. his instagram page says 'inkedbykai'. he's so hot [y/n]." annabel grabbed your shoulders and shook you for the dramatics, emphasizing her attraction. you giggled as you were briefly shaken.
"how hot are we talking? because your type can be…questionable." you joked. you were being half serious though. annabel had a wild side therefore she attracted wild people. the fiery redhead cleared her throat and sat up as you began lining your lips with open ears.
"so i was with my coworkers and their friends smoking a cig right, and i heard my coworkers talk about saltburn a few times before, specifically about a certain artist." you paced a nod every moment she paused for a second. "they always mentioned how hot he was but he never really was a social one. he is one of the more popular artists in the parlor because he is so attractive. pretty brown skin, gorgeous face, the curliest hair– and of course his sexy tattoos hehe." you playfully rolled your eyes at anna's expressive motions, fully entertained for the moment.
"and he tattooed you?" almost immediately the redhead sighed loudly and dropped her shoulders.
"no. i got this other girl. she obviously did amazing but i wanted my eye candy during my appointment. it's not like i would have gotten a chance anyways since each artist has their own room they work in." anna explained and shrugged off her minor sadness.
"aw how unfortunate." you replied, tone clearly laced in sarcasm. anna smiled and pushed you lightly before hopping up to join venetia in the bathroom mirror.
"yes how unfortunate. but! the nightclub, sapphire's, is on the same block as the parlor. so maaaybe," annabel begins fixing her signature red lipstick. "he is also having a night out."
"well!" venetia huffed before smiling. "let's go see then shall we?" the three of you all shared looks before smiling big and screaming in excitement. you, venetia, and annabel choose your preferred club shoes before exiting venetia's flat.
°°°
the three of you stepped out of the cab in front of the tattoo shop. you thanked the driver before staring at the parlor. you looked to your right and saw the line for the club at the other end of the block.
"wow, they do share a block." you hummed, admiring the window art logo in black & white western bandito font. from what you could tell, they were closing soon but it looked gorgeous inside, presenting a rustic english with gothic victorian accents.
i might need to consider an appointment.
"its pretty." you said slightly lost in admiration.
"sure is, c'mon!" venetia pulled you and annabel along towards the crowd standing outside. you wondered how you were going to get in before looking at venetia wearily.
"its cool, relax. watch this," venetia tapped the security guards shoulder and there the man turned, his serious face quite literally brightening up. "heyy leo!" venetia smiled sweetly.
"hey venetia. just you and your friends? head on in." venetia kissed his cheek with a 'thank you' before pulling you and annabel inside. you giggled amongst your two friends before your jaw dropped while stepping in. techno pop music filled your ears as your eyes adjusted to the lack of clear light and to the colorful shades of blue laser lights dancing in the air.
huh ..i guess the blue color scene would make sense.
the floor glowed and flickered along with the music. the bar was lined with blue lights and he aesthetic gave a nearly cyber techno feel. dancers moved seductively on the mini stages and you laughed in shock. it was amazing in here.
"its fuckin' fabulous in here!" anna yelled through the music.
"it is! this is definitely on the list of good ones!" you replied, beginning to move to the music. venetia all of a sudden turned to face you and annabelle with shots.
"how the–!!" venetia hushed you and placed the shot in your hand. you immediately took it with no questions. you were going to have a good night tonight, so you bit back on any questions you had and just danced. venetia bought another shot for the group so you were 2 shots in on the dance floor. you grabbed your friends and began dancing, enjoying every moment. over the next 2 hours, you had downed about 6 shots overall, feeling fuzzy and light. you felt like the perfect amount of tipsy, thanking god you could hold quite a bit of alcohol. while you did feel good, you decided to take a break from the dance floor, letting venetia and anna know you were heading to the bar.
you made sure to keep venetia and annabel within your line of sight, asking the bartender for a water and a cosmopolitan on venetia's tab. the bartender immediately handed you a bottle of water and got to work on your order. you danced simply and sipped your water in your seat while watching your girlfriends dance with some guys they met. the men seemed respectful enough so you weren't worried. you thanked the bartender as you were given your other drink.
"here by yourself darlin'?" you immediately turned to your right to a tall brunette. you leaned back instinctively from the man and made sure to avoid eye contact with him. your heart echoed throughout your chest as you sipped your drink.
"no, my girls are on the dance floor." you replied plainly. you didn't particularly care to entertain sweet talkers. you weren't one for sugarcoating rejection for men, because you disliked persistence.
"oh that them eh? they're gorgeous." he commented with a chuckle.
"yeah, beautiful girl's i know." you sighed, thankful the music was loud enough.
"not as beautiful as you though. i'm felix." the man placed out his hand for you to shake only for you to just stare at it.
"and i'm not interested, sorry." you dismissed. as you took a third of your drink down the guy laughed, sucking his teeth.
"are you sure? you haven't even looked at me yet." you sighed visibly again before turning to fully face the smug looking man. he definitely wasn't your type, and his bowl hair cut was certainly unattractive.
"i'm looking, and i'm not interested." you assured firmly. you sipped two-thirds of your drink before standing and suddenly, you were regretting your purchase. you don't know why you let that man distract you as you were sipping your drink. you were anxiously sipping as felix spoke to you and you mentally smacked yourself for it. the room began to look frame by frame, the lights occupying your sight.
"woah, you want some help?" felix grabbed onto your arm to pull you in but you ripped yourself away from him, shaking your head.
"i–i'm fine.." you scoffed, stumbling back. you instinctively caught yourself and the brunette was saying something along the lines of asking if you were okay. you began to walk away from the bar and the music. you needed fresh air and needed it soon. while pushing through the small waves of bodies, the music began to drill into your head. you groaned, eyes glazing over in overstimulation.
you finally stepped outside, mumbling a 'pardon me' every few seconds. you walked down the sidewalk, hearing and feeling the music dissipate from your body. you were at the low stages of being drunk but luckily you could still fully walk and talk if you focused silently. you cool air blew against your revealed parts of your body and it calmed your senses. you then slowed your pace to a more relax drunken speed, keeping a hand on the wall as support
"hey..hey! let me help you darlin'." the brunette yelled while jogging after you. you turned your body to him, holding your hand out. you did your damndest to focus on the guy's movements, but he was less intoxicated than you, and bigger than you regarding height.
"i said– i'm fine– ..get off me.." you swatted his hand away and sped up your pace down the alleyway. but he kept close, attempting to grab your arm to stop you. you were just going to do a circle around the block, but the man suddenly pulled you violently into him. you thrashed around, swinging your arms out of defense.
"get– off of me! i don't want your hel–" you stopped short when you felt another pair of hands divide you from the brunette. you opened your eyes to another taller brunette holding felix by a fistful of his hair and by his shirt.
"she said to get off of her." the stranger repeated, shooting daggers toward felix in the orange alleyway light. you managed to see the half-lit cigarette between the man's lips, a light whiff of tobacco passing by your nose.
"okay man– okay .." felix tapped the guy's hands, signalling mercy. the stranger looked over at you, simultaneously letting felix go without breaking eye contact with yours. felix groaned from his now tender scalp and mumbled a string of curse words before walking away. your savior immediately walked up to you and gently held your arms, scanning your person.
"are you alright?" he questioned. you gazed at him silently. from what you could see under the alley light, the man was gorgeous. this had to be the guy annabel was rambling about. there was a faint smell of nicotine that passed your nostrils again when he walked up to you. you noticed his jawline and outlined coily hair.
"mmh-hm.." you managed to get out. the man sighed softly and slowly wrapped an arm around you, mumbling a 'c'mon'. you reluctantly followed though he did just save you, so you weren't particularly nervous.
"just relax okay? we're going to chill in here for a bit." your savior opened a black door to one of the buildings you two were walking behind. you followed him into the door and down the dimly lit hallway. the hallway had doors on the left and right sides. you wondered what was behind them before you noticed framed photos of people's bodies. there were huge tattoo pieces laid across them, some taking up huge portions of the body. this was the tattoo parlor annabel mentioned earlier in the day. from what you saw through the front window, the entire place was beautiful, decorated with golden framed pieces, intricately detailed vintage chairs, and older persian hall rugs. somehow, they still managed to mix modernism with it regarding the culture of the tattoo field with some edgy decor pieces like beautifully framed moths.
the man guided you to one of the open doors, revealing a beautifully expressed tattooing space. with low rnb music playing in the background, he sat you down in a chair against the wall before grabbing a bottle of water from the mini fridge next to you. the man kneeled down in front of you, assessing your person again. even when kneeling down, he met your eye level.
"are you hurt?" he asked. you shook your head, immediately stopping when things spun again.
"did you know him?" you shook your head again, slow this time. the man didn't push for you to talk, instead tapping the cold bottled water in your hand. you opened the bottle and sipped the beverage. as you drank, you felt the wave of nausea wear off, wishing the spinny vision went along with it.
the man opened the fridge again and grabbed a small tupperware. he opened to reveal half of a sandwich and a mixed variety of fruit on the other side of the tupperware. he set it on top of the mini fridge next to you before stepping away.
"eating will soak up the alcohol ..i'm sorry." you looked up from your lap, knitting your brows together.
"why're you sorry? you did nothing wrong.” you stated, clearing your throat quietly.
"i know, but going through that must've been terrifying." he explained. you didn't respond, sighing softly. you lifted your hand to eat a grape from the tupperware, content with the crunch it had. you began to eat the fruit quietly. the stranger took notice out of the corner of his eye, smiling ever so slightly to himself as he organized. he was stacking books, and throwing away any pieces of plastic waste that weren't already in the trash.
as you ate, you occasionally stole glances at your savior. the first thing you noticed from his height. he had to be over 180cm. he had a nice pair of shoulders on him, and god, you saw his tattoo peak from the short sleeve black t-shirt. on his left arm, it looked like the twisted tail of a snake that didn't go past his elbow. you wondered what was under that shirt. he had the curliest hair you'd ever seen, resembling small metal springs. they were so healthy.
"take a photo, it lasts way longer." the man suddenly said. his back was still turned away from you so you immediately flushed a pink, directing your attention to the container of food.
"i didn't mean to stare ..what's your name?" you began conversation to break the awkwardness in the room. the brunette sighed gently as he continued cleaning.
"i go by kai mostly. its what i'm known as around here." you arch a brow. what did he mean he 'went by kai?'.
"so it isn't your real name?" kai clenched his jaw, pursing his lips together as he continued to clean his space, wiping down the tattoo chair in the middle of the room.
"no, i don't like my real name. it’s too old-fashioned." you hummed in response before crossing your arms. curiosity was killing the cat and your head buzzed from the alcohol still occupying your system.
"well since we're using aliases, i go by carter." kai looked over his shoulder, cracking another half smile. he must admit that the unseriousness of this conversation was becoming a bit refreshing.
"well then it’s nice to meet you, carter." he sat down in a leather seat, metal rolling stool across from you now. you blushed gently under the man's gaze, his gaze lingering longer than expected. you mumbled a 'likewise' out of bashfulness and then a slow silence laid over the room. the radio played generic rnb songs lowly and kai, or so he said, exhaled briskly before going back to sorting his cyber flash sheets. you stared at kai as he did his job. he did it so sexily in your eyes.
suddenly, maybe very abruptly, your brain cells clicked, looking up to the tall brunette. "w-wanna give me a tattoo?" you blurted, immediately noticing the sudden jerked stop of kai's movement. kai turned to you with a deadpan expression.
"and you wanna ask as i’m cleaning everything?" he questioned firmly. you immediately flushed a bright red and looked down at your knees.
"im sorry. that was stupid im sorr–" kai scoffed playfully. he didn't know you were easy to rile up. it was cute on your person and probably only on you.
"you're lucky i enjoy my job. c'mere." kai pointed to the main chair in the middle of the room. you climbed into the chair, laying on your back. kai grabbed his flash book and placed it in your lap as he re-prepared the tattoo gun.
"you got an option and a place on your body?" you flipped through the book of pieces, admiring each and every one. you were a third of the way through the book before an art piece caught your eye. it seemed like a cyber sigilism piece with a central point being a heart. you enjoyed the accents & angles of the endings of the piece itself.
"this one." you pointed at it in confirmation. kai rolled towards you in the chair as he pulled a glove over his large digits, he looked at the piece you chose before finally smiling. you caught a glimpse of his canines, a heartbeat echoing throughout your limbs. maybe it was the alcohol lingering, but kai did have pretty teeth, pretty lips..
"that one? alright, where?" you cleared your throat to also interrupt your impulsive thoughts. you finally met kai's eyes again, brown mixing with [e/c]. you held his gaze as you slowly turned around on the chair, straddling it. kai's eyes broke the gaze first by trailing down from your eyes, to your shoulders, following down your arm to where your finger was pointing to your lower back. kai chuckled softly, his chest feeling warm.
"you uh– heh–..a tramp stamp?" you turned your head to look back at him, nodding with your big [e/c] sultry eyes. god knows you wouldnt dare make a move sober, but your mind tends to wonder when you become inebriated, and being around a tall, gorgeous tattooed man wasn't helping your case. you felt like a cat in heat under a lion right now and you enjoyed feeling like prey under kai. you admit you can naturally come off as flirty when you find someone a little attractive. you couldn't help but take the gamble to see if you can get with said person.
"you been drinkin’ carter?" you gulped, sitting up more awkwardly. were you acting drunk? you were feeling immature now. your heart got louder.
"would you be mad if i lied?" you sighed almost knowingly.
"not particularly but there is a scent of it. it's not me who would be bleeding a helluva lot because you wanted to lie. you seem pretty coherent, so it's your decision if you want to continue or not." something caught your eye. there was a glint, a glimmer of edge in kai's eyes. his aura seemed to darking somehow,and a shudder went down your spine. kai took notice of this before quickly glancing down with a laugh.
"i dont mean to intimidate you–" kai started.
"no," you cut him off. "i don't cry over spilled blood. i'm a big girl. but, in order to start, i want your real name." kai sighed an 'oh brother' with a wry laugh. he rolled his eyes but couldn't hold back his smirk. the air in the room got heavier and you felt even more like prey under the man's presence. something was off. you didn't mind it though. the buzz in your core matched the one in your head as you kept your eyes on him.
your mind was bubbling up thoughts that weren't deemed moral at all. "you're not gonna drop this are you?" he quiered, you shaking your head with a giggle.
"my name's farleigh. farleigh kai catton." farleigh revealed.
"farleigh," you repeated. "pretty first name, farleigh." the cury brunette bit his lower lip, trying not to smile as he began pouring the ink into the tiny capsule. something about the way you complimented him did something to him, an almost primal feeling.
"the name's [y/n] carter matthews." you revealed.
"beautiful name miss matthews," farleigh hummed smugly and sucked in his teeth.
"now since you wouldn't drop the name, you can drop your shorts." you looked at him in pure confusion. it wasn't clicking to you on where the tattoo was really going to be. farleigh saw the perplexed expression before smiling at your intoxicity.
"you want a tramp stamp ..meaning the area needs to be free for me to move properly sweetheart. the shorts would get in the way, you understand?" it finally clicked in your head that farleigh was just doing his job. you quickly nodded before unbuttoning your shorts you wiggled out of them. farleigh casually looked away to fill another ink capsule. your shorts revealed black lace panties and an everlasting blush laying across your face. you always tend to forget how no-filtered tattooed shops can be. you believe they are the group of people who've really seen it all. farleigh turned up the music no louder than 2 more notches to hear you in case you needed to talk. farleigh didn't take any shame looking at your curves and pretty panties. they were pretty. they'd be even prettier ripped on the flo–
"thought you were going to get lucky tonight huh?" farleigh taunted to break the upteeth moment of tension. you laughed dryly while getting comfortable.
"fuck you .." you murmured sassily. farleigh only chuckled again a surprised 'o’hoh' laugh. his tone knocked down another pitch, causing a shiver to run through you. you were tipsy, in your underwear, with your backside facing a sexy mysterious stranger in a tattoo parlor. the thought of this being overly spontaneous briefly crossed your mind, but you did enjoy spontaneous things.
farleigh pumped the foot lever, increasing the height of the chair to his preferred height. your backside was now towards the height of where farleighs chest was when he sat down. your ass was now this attractive man's face. you had to calm your jittery mind from feeling too much embarrassment. he began the process of shaving your lower back and priming your skin for the stencil. you fully spaced out, in the attempt to keep yourself calm. you only had a few tattoos, a chain cuff on your bicep you shared with your best friend and writing on your collarbone. this was going to be considered a big piece on your skin.
"you want it above your back dimples?" farleigh asked as he swallowed thickly at the mere sight of ass in front of him.
"i have back dimples?" you snapped out of your thoughts to turn to him. farleigh nodded with a small grin before meeting your eyes. you nodded in response and exhaled before going back to your thoughts. farleigh sighed, keeping his eyes only on the stencil, or trying his best. with how you looked back at him, your back arched and facing away from him, he already expected his body to warm up.
you were his type. his type, and doing a tramp stamp on his type during the late night wasn't ideal for him, but luckily you were facing away from farleigh so if he were to get riled up, he could calm himself down before the tattoo was done.
"ready?" you nod again, hearing the tattoo gun turn on. you kept your lower body completely relaxed but held onto your arms in tension. the needle finally hit your skin and it felt like brief warm pinches. it wasn't life-threateningly painful but if you were to rate it, you'd give it a 6 out of 10. you relaxed the rest of your body some more before turning your head to a more comfortable spot in your arms. you listened to the gun and the music in the background, occasionally humming along. over the course of the hour, you and farleigh made small talk, talking about the general facts of each other's life.
you learned farleigh lived in london for the majority of his life, had a degree of liberal arts under his name, and had a grey cat named lola. you didn't peg him to be an animal guy, but a pet cat makes sense. he seemed a bit more reserved as you talked about his daily life. he is usually fairly booked up regarding the tattoo shop but works at a bar 2 days a week. "do you make good tips as an attractive bartender?" you queried, moving your head just slightly in his direction. farleigh laughed slowly as he was finishing a line on the stencil before starting another.
"you think i'm attractive?" farleigh inquired with a cheeky tone. you could tell he was smirking like an idiot just by how he sounded. your face was gaining color but you couldn't move. you simply owned up to it. "well would you rather i call you conventionally attractive?" you replied sassily.
"i'd rather you to walk around the bush instead of beatin' on it sweetheart." your chest felt warm now. as a matter of fact, your entire body was warming up from the nerves. you exhaled slowly before swallowing the lump in your throat.
"yes, you are attractive. and you still didn't answer my question." you muttered. farleigh was almost done with the line work on your tattoo, smiling like an idiot. ruffling your feathers was good entertainment for him tonight. he finished the line work and turned off the gun before going to stand up.
"if you must know, i do, make good tips. being 196cm high flipping cups and bottles, with tattoos in a black button-up tends to attract more attention than desired." farleigh walked around and bent down to your eye level with a cheeky smile.
"wanna see the progress?" you matched his smile and got up, being immediately reminded that you were half naked. you stood up and looked in the mirror anyways, admiring the clean work. truth be told, your ass also looked good with the tattoo and you arched your back a bit more in confidence.
"its pretty ..how long for the shading?" you mumbled whilst continuing to admire yourself. farleigh watched from the chair, eyes glued to you. his body nearly ached at the sight. farleigh chewed on his bottom lip slowly, studying your gorgeous features.
"hmm .. –well i mean–" he began, chalking it up to catch himself lagging. "another hour maybe. we can also just reschedule–"
"finishing it tonight is fine, yeah?" you interrupted, turning your head to look at the brunette. farleigh nodded, suddenly grabbing a lanyard of keys from on top of his shelf.
"i'll be right black. i'm going to go lock up. you just stay here and look pretty." and with that, farleigh exited the room.
was he flirting? did he just call me pretty?
you dwelled on it for a few seconds, smiling to yourself. you liked this game he was playing. and you certainly were posing in the mirror on purpose. you knew it didn't hurt to test the waters, but now its looking safe to jump in even. you sat back down in the same position, when you heard farleigh coming back.
"now, for the shading, you might bleed ..y'know ..since you have been drinking." farleighs word made sense. you knew the risks though. being with a man like farleigh only reassured you wanted it done.
"i'll be okay. i just want it done." you shrugged. farleigh stared at you for a handful of seconds before sucking his teeth in reluctance. you didn't seem like the type to endure pain, but maybe he was wrong from the start.
"alrighty then. just don't run then yeah?" you bit your lip at his choice of words as a certain heat grew in your core. you slowly closed your legs for a split seconds from the feeling of butterflies. you braced for pain before farleigh began the shading process. it felt like continuous cat scratches, with a hot knife. by the 15 minute mark, you'd finally strained out a painful moan. farleigh took notice, taking glances after he finished a line. you whispered another pained sound.
"you're doing so good [y/n]." he commented, his gloved hand holding you securely. you tried your best to focus more on where his hands were on your body rather than the several needles stabbing you. over the course of 45 minutes, you bitch and moan. you had tolerated the first 30 without audibly cursing.
it gets to the end of shading and farleigh noticed you had been rather slowly inching away from his hands further up the seat. it was so subtle he could only tell now when he was finishing up. the way your arms flexed while holding your head sent a pulse through his body. the curve of your arch accentuated as the pain lengthened over the course of the hour. you began to feel hot from the pain, a meek whine running past his lips.
"don't think i havent noticed you running [y/n]." you then felt his large hand grab your hips and pull you off the chair, and onto his lap. for a split second, you forgot about the pain and could only focus on the tent pressing up against your clothed cunt. you were getting nervous but so hot and bothered. you control the instinctive urge to roll your hips before looking back at farleigh. whining, you hope he'd budge but he doesn't bother.
"we're almost done. you wanted it. so you're going to sit here and take it like a good girl sweetheart." he's right. you wanted it, and you wanted it bad. not the tattoo, but him. he knew what he was doing. the ball was in full play and it was your turn.
"you're right– ah– i do want it .." you exhaled wearily from how your skin ached. you heard the gun turn off and felt farleigh shuffle just a bit. you looked back to him leaning backward to reach his desk, grabbing a sealed packet of something, he placed it back in his tray next to some paper towels and a water wash bottle. farleigh picked up the gun and continued with no warning which caused you to gasp slowly.
what a bitch move. you slowly unfolded your arms and grabbed the sides of the chair to push your forehead into the leather cushion.
"fuuck." you seethed, tone mixed with arousal and pain. it felt so good, so bad all together. the needle merely tamed you from pouncing onto farleigh. farleigh cooed and coaxed you into sticking it out, saying things like 'you're doing so good for me' or 'just like that'. frankly his praise was not helping at all and you knew he knew what he was doing saying those things to you.
you started to bleed, farleigh immediately making sure to wipe it away. he noticed every time he stopped to wipe excess ink off an area, your hips would roll against his, causing a dreamy sigh to escape past his own lips. he was getting hard, and you knew what you were doing. you felt so dazed with the buzzing of the gun, the buzz of your own, and the tension of the room collapsing onto the two of you. you felt the firm tent in between your thighs, feeling a throb every few seconds. you held back an arousal chill from going down your spine and continued to move only when the gun was off your skin. you could feel the slightest cool of the blood seeping through your pores and forming drops on the surface of your skin.
"almost done." farleigh mumbled, but he began shading a portion that made you squeak and nearly jolt from the hot pain. your hips were moving away from his hands again and up off farleighs lap. farleigh chuckled and let you move, holding the gun back. he admired watching you relax again with your back rising from your slow, erotic-pained breaths. as you were composing yourself with paying no mind to the brunette, farleigh sighed again more dramatically before leaning forward to kiss your shoulder. you flinched and immediately relaxed, allowing him to caress your back with slow, wet kisses. they caused you to gasp and let out breathy moans.
"you wanted it," farleigh murmured against your skin, silently undoing his pants. "so take it."
you felt his gloved fingers outline the fabric of your panties, trailing them between your asschecks before reaching your second pair of lips. you sucked in a slow breath as his fingers simply lingered over your folds, occasionally over your swelling clit. you pushed your hips into his hand, but he then pulled his hand out from your underwear and pulled off the glove.
"you ready?" he asked in a low tone into your ear. he basically loomed over you even while sitting.
"for what?" you replied, opening your eyes to look back at him. but as soon as u did, he swiftly scooted you back on his lap, where his cock sat in between your ass cheeks, pressed up against your pulsating pussy.
shit.
you whined and pushed up against him, but his hand held your hip in place. "not until i finish." he stated before starting up the gun again. as a responsible tattoo artist, farleigh would never want to jeopardize the health of the tattoo. so he kept his ungloved hand away from the area, stretching the skin from a further distance on the back when needed.
"farleigh–" you protested.
"not. until. im done." you annoyingly huffed and kept ur head pressed against the chair. his cock throbbed against your pussy, which then clenched in response. the panties were the only boundary. farleigh wanted to get this done as smoothly and quickly as possible you rail right here in this parlor. he was finishing one last shaded part, wiping away blood before you were pulling away again. farleigh's patience was stretched thin. and it had now snapped.
"fine, since you can't wait until i'm done.." he scoffed and swiftly moved your panties to the side before rubbing the head of his cock along your second folds. he lifted your hips and sat you down on him. your eyes widened and your body went immediately limp by the sudden wave of pleasure. you felt every inch fill your walls, even gracefully brushing up against that spot.
"oh fuck–" you managed to say, staying immensely still. you felt like a cat who got its neck grabbed, feeling frozen. you felt good everywhere inside though, the pain of the tattoo being overruled. farleigh noticed how still you went, chuckled.
"hm, didn't think you'd go completely limp under some dick [y/n]. if i didn't know any better i'd say you were a needy little slut .." you couldn't respond, only replying with a whimper.
the gun went back on for the last time for farleigh to finish the last tiny portion of your tattoo. farleighs cock throbbed in you as he finished up, signalling he was also as eager as you were. after the 2 longest minutes of your life, you heard the gun turn off for good. you felt farleigh shuffle again, wondering if it was truly finished. farleigh had decided to take a pic of such an erotic sight from an above angle. the tattoo, your pussy lips around his thick cock, he wanted to cherish this. farleigh grabbed the paper towel and water, spraying the water on the irritated inked skin.
"f-fuck its cold–" you hissed. "no warning?"
"i think you like no warning, [y/n]. you like the element of surprise." farleigh hummed as he wiped the excess ink-mixed water. you then felt him spray water again, this time he allowed it to trail down your ass, between your asscheeks and down to where he was plugging your hole. "damn.." he whispered, continuing to watch the water drip around your lips. they clenched every few seconds, farleigh feeling your walls clenched around him.
"it’s cold." you murmured again, slowly beginning to move your hips but farleigh stopped you again.
"yeah i know, but its needed. one more thing, needy slut." you smiled at the new nickname, you wanted to show him how you could live up to it but you stayed put, allowing him to finish his job.
farleigh grabbed the sealed packet and ripped it open. it was a thin piece of plastic and he pulled off a plastic cover, laying the thin piece over your tattoo. he made sure it was secure before throwing leftover plastic packaging on his tray and rolling it away.
finally.
you leaned up against the leather chair and looked back at farleigh with his cock buried in you. you began to move your hips slowly but he continued to talk, and clearly struggled.
"the plastic is basically a– mmh–..second piece of protective–" farleigh then sighed briefly, his eyes glazing over in a daze as you rode him gracefully. he had to keep his composure to at least explain safety. "–protective skin layer ..y-you can take it off t...tomorrow–"
"uh huh–" you grinned, continuing to fuck him. a groan escaped farleigh and he tried his best to continue to speak while you enjoyed his struggle.
"when you wake up, rinse with water and anti– ..a-ant–..fuck.. hah fuck–"he whispered, looking up at you who was clearly enjoying themselves a little to much to his liking. suddenly, he grabbed your hips and held them in place as he began to deep stroke you.
"sshiiit–.." you dragged, immediately losing strength as he took over. farleigh heard you curse and laughed, keeping it slow.
"you gotta let me finish giving you the safety rules because this is my job [y/n], understand?" you heard the firm tone in his voice which caused you to obey quicker than usual, but he was filling you with every slow stroke he took.
"yes ...s–sir." you breathed out and finally submitted to stay put.
"now, when you wake up, wash gently with antibacterial soap and water and pat it dry," his large fingers slowly wrapped around your neck from behind, tingles shivering down your back. you were ready tohe plowed open. god you trembled at the mere thought that was about to happen in seconds.
"after drying it, i want you to rub a thin layer of healing ointment on it and continue that twice a day for a week, understand?" you only nodded
his cock simply leaving you incoherent, but farleigh didn't allow that. he gave you a small series of quick thrusts which resulted in a handful of loud moans coming from your lips.
"do you understand?" he asked again.
"–yes sir ..y-yes sir." you moaned, gripping the seat of the chair below you. he smiled, pulling you closer into him by ur throat.
"well then, lets get started." farleigh started fucking you at a steady pace immediately. it was like counting every inch on every stroke because he'd fully pull back before entering all of you again. he was going to ruin you tonight. farleigh moaned when he'd pushed deeper every few strokes. your walls were so wet and warm and he wanted to use you like a pocket pussy. farleigh began to fuck you standing up. the slick wet sounds of your lips around him turned you on even more as he stuffed your insides.
"fuck– ohh fuck farleigh.." you seethed. you couldn't believe how good he was fucking you. your eyes didn't see the room unless farleigh stopped for a moment, because they'd only see the back of your head. you could hear your own pussy sucking farleigh off, getting the shivers all over.
"agh– fuck." farleigh huffed, slowing down. when he did, he felt another head rush as he watched you fuck him back needily. you moved your hips, fucking farleigh in near desperation. you needed him in an incomprehensible way, a primal need to be filled with his cum.
but farleigh had to slow down or he was going to cum in the blink of an eye. you were basically sucking him in and your wet walls were hot against his cock. he wanted to savor every moment, every stroke, and every moan . farleigh then pulled out and turned you to face him. it was refreshing to see his pretty face again, especially with how turned on he visibly looked. he sat leaned down and stood you up. you smiled, happy to be face to face with him again. he smiled at you, picking up one of your legs. he held it in the crevice of his elbow, lookin down to see your pussy fully exposed with his cock lining up to pound it.
"what if i fall?" you asked quickly, holding onto farleighs arm as you stood on one leg. farleigh chuckled, positioning his legs to hold both of you securely.
"i wont let that happen. now, open up for me." he whispered against your lips. as he pushed into you again. you gasped from the new angle, staring into farleigh's eyes as he now pushed up against your g-spot. your eyes immediately began to glaze over. you were going to lose your mind in this position.
"ah– ..oh– oh, god ..fuck." you cried happily. you felt your walls tingle from being stretched so easily. you were already beginning to shake as farleigh continued to fuck your g-spot. your core was burning now.
"farleigh– shit.. farleigh!" you moaned into his mouth, struggling to kiss him but you oh so wanted to badly. your eyes rolled back and your hips began to buck. you went fully incoherent as you suddenly felt a splash between the two of you. with every stroke, you squirted, letting out the most desperate of moans in farleighs arms. your walls clenched harder as you sprayed him which caused him to slow down again. a shudder went down his body as he almost finished then and there. almost.
"please..please dont stop." you begged. you only wanted one thing now, to be fucked and used like a pocket pussy. he started maneuvering his hands to slide under your legs before getting his arms fully under your thighs to hold your ass securely. farleigh's cock poked at your entrance and you gasped, your hair dropping for a moment but you were curious if it was going to for. farleigh caught your eyes with his before slowly entering you. he began to move you, using you as if you were his own personal toy. immediately gave you one long stroke, and you gasped loudly because it scared you because it was the deepest you had ever felt him.
"w-wait" you grabbed his shoulder out of fear. farleigh stopped all movements, scanning your face.
"what? did i hurt you?" he asked in noticeable concern. you chuckles breathlessly, smiling bashfully. now you felt embarrassed you had nerves.
"no i-...i-ive never done this before and it went super deep …but ..just go slow okay?” farleigh nodded and smiled reassuringly at you. he began to move your hips again. you felt his size at a different angle now and it was ruining your mind now. he was hitting a spot right above your cervix that set off alarms in your brain. you were nearing your climax.
"mmm.." farleigh hummed contently. his mouth hung agape as he held you from under your thighs, moving you up and down to his liking. the best part was you were taking all of him, down to the base of his cock. you had a hand wrapped around his neck and the other gripping his shoulder whilst being fucked you into heaven. farleigh began to fully stroke you again with your hips fully connecting to his on every thrust. you wore a broken doll eye expression; one eye closed, the other endlessly rolling back with your mouth fully agape. the amount of ecstasy pulsing through you shook your limbs and your thighs violently shook in farleighs slender hands. your toes curled and pointed with an occasional hip twitch. you were trying hard not to fall over the edge.
"you wanna squirt again? yeah? hmm?" the hung brunette taunted and chuckled. that smug laugh didn't help. it shook your stomach into millions of fireflies, not butterflies, because your core burned and your walls twitched.
"y–yeahghh.." you answered weakly in pure emotional-physical overload. immediately after you replied you begam the water works, squirting on every thrust with a staggered cry for full 30 seconds. the burning feeling of your core overwhelmed you. every squeeze of your pussy sent you into a mental frizzy. every sense of yours was sent into overdrive as farleigh fucked you silly.
farleigh watched the tears on your face. you looked a beautiful mess, and he knew you were enjoying yourself because you were begging endlessly and you kept moaning lewd submissive things. how you wanted to be used like this everyday, how he made you so wet, how his cock stretched you thin. farleigh picked up speed and aggression. you were going to milk him if he kept it up. you knew there was no way in hell you were gonna stop a hook up like this. you were going to take farleigh's cock like a good girl and recover for the next week.
"yes ...yes– yes ..yes!!" you yelled. your brain was in full overdrive. your eyes had rolled fully back and your body couldn't take it anymore. you wrapped your arms fully around farleighs neck and hugged him close as you moaned in tears. your entire body shook in his arms but he adjusted his grip to keep you in place as you became a screaming, shaking mess.
"you wanna cum like this don't 'cha? you wanna finish all over me yeah ..go ahead [y/n], cum for me," as if his words were the trigger, you sucked into a long gasp.
"yeah ..yeah, there you go ..atta girl." your legs locked up and your vision flashed white. your nails dug into farleighs nape before your walls began to violently contract around his cock. a burning intense wave washed over your core and you fully convulsed in the man's arms. you felt like a star exploding. you felt every fiber of your being was dipped in ecstasy. you couldn't think, your mind filled with a loud blank tone buzz, farleighs voice sounded so far away. you felt pure bliss, the pleasure coming in waves. all of a sudden, you let go of the breath you were holding and realized yourself crying in farleighs hands.
"[y/n] breathe, please ..it's okay. i'm so sorry. are you in pain? look at me.." farleigh was sitting down with you in his lap. you blinked slowly and got a hold of your breathing, sniffling.
"i .." you began, looking around for a moment. your head felt fuzzy but you were mentally present for the most part. you damn near couldn't stop your legs from trembling though.
"i think ..i ..had an outer body experience." you said between breaths. you wiped your soaked face and looked up at farleigh who looked scared.
"are you ..okay?" he asked cautiously this time. u sniffled and paused for a moment before nodding.
"did i hurt you in any way?" you shook your head, finally connecting the pieces. you laid your head in the hollow of his neck and made a meek sound of some sort.
"no farleigh, you didn't hurt me." you said slowly, still trying to calm your heart. "i think ..i had the strongest orgasm of my existence." farleigh laughed wearily. cupping your face with his hand.
"so, it was so good you cried?" you whined shyly, hiding your face even more.
"it was a really ..really strong orgasm." you admitted, sniffling again. "i actually only saw white and my ears rang for a bit, so.. i didn't hear you if you said anything after you told me to cum." farleigh tried his best not to laugh again but a warm-hearted chuckle couldn't help but escape his mouth.
"christ [y/n], you scared the shit out of me. i thought i was 'bout to be put on a register." you covered your mouth and sniffled a laugh before shaking your head quickly in response.
"i promise you only just gave me the best hookup of my life farleigh." the brunette bit back a smile, feeling his face warm up. he looked down at you before finding anything else to look at, knowing it was now or never to get it off his chest.
"and if i didn't want it to just be a hookup?" farleigh theorized. you froze for a moment before looking up at him, seeing he was looking only forwards.
"then .." you began before scanning farleigh's anxious body language. you then smiled and pecked his lips. "it won't be just a hookup. stay the night with me and let's see where this goes." farleigh was taken by slight surprise before smiling again. he engulfed you into a nuzzling bear hug whilst you giggled in his arms. the both of you sat together in silence, listening to music while already thinking of round 2.
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