Ive lately had an obsession like OBSESSION with ribbons so could we have a charles x reader where they fuck and the reader has a ribbon tied on her wrists (+overstimulation)
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palms were sticky as you felt the red material tightened around your wrists, arms bound above your head as you intently studied the features of your boyfriend as he leant over you. you wanted nothing more than to push your head up in hopes you could catch his lips but you knew that your efforts would be met with a snarky remark about rushing and you'd more than likely be left with nothing.
"you know what to say if it's too much?" charles' tone was hard for you to decipher — sweet yet laced with so much authority. thighs clamped together you squeezed in search of some sort of friction, the burn between your legs becoming too hard to ignore as you hummed in response. trailing down your forearm he gripped your bicep, dull fingernails pinching your flesh as he ducked his mouth to ghost yours, "need you to use your words, mon ange."
only once you'd replied to him with a firm yes did he kiss you — teeth clashing against yours as he grazed your tongue with his, a small groan vibrating in the back of his throat as you compliantly swallowed it. it was a hard kiss, one that made your lips tingle as he tucked your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling the flesh a little as it made a satisfactory pop. the look in his eyes spoke the words that neither of you could conjure, your hands tugging slightly as you remembered the silk ribbon that clasped them together.
"please charles—" your pleads soon stopped as he pried your thighs apart with his leg, cool air hitting your warmth with a small gasp escaping your lips. your hazed mind almost forgot how you'd gotten into this position, charles' fingers reminding you of the teasing during the evening's events as he left your skin cold to undo his own belt. there was a part of you that dared to ask him to put the belt to good use, yet your confidence soon swindled as he kicked off the remainder of his clothes — doe-like eyes watched the way his skin danced under the soft amber hue of the bedroom lamp, casting the most beautiful shadows over every curve and crevice of your bodies.
your cunt had already been stretched to accommodate him, the remnants of your previous orgasm still coating his pointer and middle finger. you'd begged to lick them clean, desperate for him to praise you and call you his good girl — yet he denied you, a click of his teeth followed by a shush as he'd bound your hands. your previous orgasm was still lurking in your limbs, chest heaving at the way you'd lost your breath and your ability to speak coherently. you were a sight to behold, one that charles wanted to freeze and keep in his memory forever.
charles' pants were shallow as he wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft, eyes connected to the wetness that coated your inner thighs as he pumped himself a few times. rolling his wrist in a way that made him buck into his own touch, eyebrows furrowed as he mentally argued with himself over whether he should tease you a little further, or give you what you so badly wanted. with his thumb rubbing over his tip he smeared the pre-cum, glistening the upper part of his length as he hissed, jaw tight.
all you wanted to do was coax his head into the crook of your neck, desperate to have him as close as possible as you finally felt him there. the bluntness of his tip nudged your clit, the sensation toe-curling as you fought the urge to fold in half. it was a good type of soreness, the one you were familiar with whenever you and charles' got intimate — yet the bubble in your stomach felt different as he lined himself up with you. your pupils intensely sought his as he started to push his hips towards yours, one hand fisting the sheets beneath you as the other snaked just below your chest.
you sucked him in to the point of it being hard for him to thrust any deeper, his head tilted as he watched how you convulsed around him. it was obvious you were still reeling from cumming around his fingers, his mouth curled into a deviant smile as swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, "gotta' relax for me chérie, making it hard for me to fit"
a choked sob tumbled from your lips, one that caught your boyfriends attention as he leant down to brush his lips over your forehead. your words were jumbled as you begged for him to let you touch him properly, the need to have your nails dug into his back evident as you pinched your own palms. you felt helpless, a moan suppressed as he bottomed out of you. his thrusts were slow, torturous, each one feeling deeper than the other as your eyes shut out of bliss.
charles' teeth grazed your throat, peppering your sweat-lined flesh with open-mouthed kisses. with each nip his tongue followed, flat against the sensitive bite-mark as he soothed it; the constant drag of his cock sending your mind into oblivion. he cursed about how tight you were, how you were made just for him — but you found it hard to comprehend, your wrists aching from where you'd pulled and pushed in an attempt to loosen the ribbon just enough for you to slip out of your confinements.
tears welled in your waterline, threatening to spill and stain your cheeks as he quickened his pace. it was relentless, the sweet spot inside of you grazed and stroked by the tip of his cock as he grunted against the valley of your tits. there was no way for you to wriggle free, charles' body sprawled on top of yours as he pinched your outer thigh, hiking it a little further up his waist as he searched for the angle that would tip you over the edge. for the second time.
"i'm gonna— fuck—" was all you managed to choke out, body relishing in the pleasure that surged through you. your veins electric as he stared up at you, his lips parted against the underside of your boob. in that moment he looked at you as if you'd hung every star in the sky, a masterpiece that was unwinding below him as he brought you right to fringe of ecstasy.
"that's it, just like that baby..." he drawled, unable to think straight as your gummy walls clenched around him. he knew your body like the back of his hand, your second climax on the horizon as he fucked into you with more force. face buried in the crook of your arm your moans were silent, throat hoarse as you let the tears spill, the overstimulation driving you to insanity as you felt the knot inside of you snap.
white-noise rung out in your ears as you came around charles', a profanity whimpered by your boyfriend as he felt your body shake. it was a push and pull motion; his thrusts sloppier as he helped you ride through your orgasm, milking you of everything you had to give as you felt your mouth run dry. it didn't take long before he followed, knees harsh on the mattress as he stilled inside of you — his seed warm as it dribbled out of you, his groans muffled as he buried his head in your chest.
"please—" you begging finished mid-sentence, every last ounce of his strength used to lift and undo the ribbon that had rubbed your wrists raw. every part of you felt limp as he guided your arms down, a thumb smoothing over your skin as he brought them to his lips, mumbling a quiet "did s'good for me baby... so good".
Lando being so obsessed with eating you out that he literally needs to pause or he will cum on the spot just by hearing and tasting you🫣🫣
munch! lando who could happily spend an eternity between your legs, your thighs wrapped around his head as he'd hum and mumble against you because you tasted so fucking good.
munch! lando who comes home after a long day and see's you laying there, his shirt framing your body as you flicked aimlessly through a book that you weren't entirely interested in. his shoes kicked to the floor as he crawled onto the bed towards you, whining that he just wants to take care of you. and even though it should have been you looking after him after a hard day you couldn't deny him as he lifted the hem of your his shirt.
munch! lando who's fingers pry open the folds to your cunt, groaning at the sight of your slickness as he'd catch your glance with a twinkle in his eye — "is this all for me pretty girl?"
munch! lando who's tongue would be flat against you, licking a bold stripe as he audibly whimpered at the taste of you. and even before he got properly started you'd be able to feel the shake in your legs, anticipation brewing as your fingers laced through his hair.
munch! lando who had you babbling incoherently within minutes as his lips latched around your clit, sucking gently as you whined out. your back would be arched off the bed, lando's fingers pushing down at your waist to try and stop you from squirming against the sheets.
munch! lando who'd be grinding into the mattress subconsciously, the sound of your moans and the taste of you that coated his tongue enough to set him off. he'd be delirious, eyelids heavy as the tip of his tongue traced around your hole before pushing in.
munch! lando who's nose bumped against your clit as he lapped at you, like a starved man. and he'd pull back just as you were about to become undone but also to stop him from twitching in his trousers and cumming without even being touched — your complaints soon subsided as he'd thumb at your clit, small circles pressed against the sensitive bud.
munch! lando who's voice was muffled by your inner thighs as he pressed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to your burning skin — "need you so bad"
Hi, following Imola's observations, can we get a Charles praise kink 👀
i'm a sucker for subby men with praise kinks so this was heaven to me
your palm was slick with charles' saliva as you pouted, enjoying the way his eyes barely stayed open as his hair stuck to his forehead. your teasing had ignited a deep burn inside of him, heavy in the pit of his stomach as he almost whimpered for you to do something, anything. for you to stop mocking him. but his pleas fell on deaf ears — the corners of your mouth tugged into a small grin as you swiped a thumb over the tip of his cock, earning a guttural sob from your desperate boyfriend.
"you're always such a good boy for me, aren't you?" your words were like honey, floating around him as he nodded his head erratically. he was damn sure that he could cum just from your praise alone; seemingly able to shrug off any sign of dominance the second you told him how good he was. at first he tried to hide it, denial written all over his face the first few times you tested the waters — his kink finally becoming evident when he was between your thighs, munching like his life depending on it as you praised him. in that sickly sweet purr that sent him insane.
"please— bébé..." charles' whines were exasperated, his chest tight as you dragged your hand down his length once more. you'd lost count on how many times you're brought him to the edge of his orgasm, the night still young as you cooed. all you wanted to do was show him how much you loved him, how proud you were of him.
"you wanna' show me how good you are?" your question was met with a groan as you halted your movements again, squeezing his shaft as you waited for him to conjure his thoughts and reply properly. with a shaky yes you hummed back, your chin resting on your chest as you followed his gaze to where his cock ached in your hand, "that's it my boy, just like that..."
he had to clamp his eyes shut as you flicked your wrist, paying close attention to his tip as you stroked over where he was leaking. it was a sight that you wished to see every night — charles' mouth formed into the perfect circle as he moaned out your name, upper cheeks damp with tears as he bucked his hips to meet you halfway. he was close to finishing, stomach contracting as he fisted the sofa cushions either side of him. the weight of you sitting on one of his thighs was enough to remind him that you were there, his length twitching in your hand a few more times before he came.
heaven burst through his limbs as he arched his back, hissing and groaning to himself as your hand became languid around him. but you didn't loosen your grip, only slowing your movements as his seed decorated his abdomen, thick on your hand and wrist as you reiterated how pretty he was.
I just wanna say that I admire your work and your fics really motivated me to write my own. Thank you for helping me find what I want to do and I hope you get all the love and support you deserve!!
-🍄 anon
omg anon! hey! this is so so so sweet — if you're comfortable enough i'd love to read some of your bits and become moots 🫂 but honestly, this has really made my day and made me all giddy
riding oscar’s face and literally crying when his nose occasionally bumps your overstimulated clit (im crazy obsessed w his nose), but his hands just hold you down so you can’t squirm or move off of him. you can def feel him smiling against your clit
first oscar smut?!!! thank you anonnie <3
oscar had been begging for you to sit on his face for the past few weeks, scoffing in your direction whenever you'd argue that you'd squish him. as nonsensical as it sounded he'd settle for being between your thighs instead, hips elevated with a cushion as he'd eat like a starving man — only pulling away from you once you tugged harshly at his hair, desperate to clamp your legs together as you walked shuddered hysterically at the overstimulation he was subjecting you to.
yet you couldn't get the thought out of your mind, the mental image of you riding his face being something you couldn't get rid of. the bubbling hot in the pit of your stomach as you finally managed to swallow your insecurities and propose the idea mid-make-out, your question shaky and almost inaudible as oscar pouted playfully, "i didn't quite catch that princess, what did you say?"
and you'd raise your voice, a firm "i want to sit on your face" sounding like music to his ears as he kneaded the flesh of your ass beneath his palms. the both of you were slumped against the bed, propped up by the headboard as your fingers traced the adam's apple bobbing in your boyfriends throat as he groaned.
the sensation felt different, not what you were used to. head pushed back against the cushions oscar helped you steady yourself above him, your underwear discarded somewhere between the sheets as he stroked over your outer thighs. he could sense your wariness, peppering small kisses to your warm skin as he waited for you, patient as you took your time to finally lower yourself. your eyes fluttered, blurry as he snaked a hand between the two of you, pointer finger and middle finger spreading your cunt just enough for him to settle between your folds.
"that's it baby, i've got you..." his words were muffled, vibrations surging through your body at the sensation. oscar's tongue movements were slow, languid as he traced over your wetness. paying particular attention to your clit he moaned softly, suckling the bundle of nerves between his lips with a deliciously wet noise.
your hips rocked against him, hands gripping the headboard for leverage as you cursed his name. with a whimper you felt his mouth leave you for a split second, adjusting until his tongue lapped hungrily at your clenching hole. you were desperate, chest heaving as you felt the tip of his nose brush your puffy clit.
from the start of your relationship oscar had always put your pleasure first — whether that be worshipping you with his hands, his mouth or his cock. whatever you needed, you would get. and although he loved making you feel good in whichever way you desired, there was no denying that he loved tasting you. in fact he craved it.
your waterline was brimming with tears as you rocked against his face, the sound of oscar beneath you filling the room. the air was hot, heavy, as he mercilessly ate you; his lips parted as his tongue brought you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. you could tell that you'd be cumming any minute if he continued like he was, your excitement glistening on his cheeks and chin as he whined to his own tune. he worked your body perfectly, the pads of his fingers gripping your waist as he held you down, not letting you lift your hips at all for relief, "c'mon baby, give it to me— show my how good you are."
the cockiness oozed from his words and you knew that he'd have a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. you tried to respond, eyes screwed shut as you threw your head back, but words completely failed you — instead replaced with cries as the tip of his nose bumped over your clit again and again, the soreness of his jaw forgotten about as he felt you shake.
oscar’s hair is so big and soft i need to braid it and give him the best head scratches ever until he completely collapses on my lap
you could sense oscar's tiredness the minute he got in — how he kicked his shoes off, dropping his bag to the floor without a second thought before trailing over to where you were cross-legged on the sofa. an old re-run of some show had piqued your interest, enough for you to wrap yourself in a blanket; the same one that oscar peeled back before slipping next to you, half sprawled on your lap as he mumbled about how sleepy he was.
your hands found their way to his shoulders, squeezing his aches as you softly hummed along to him. the feeling of your fingers pressing against the knots under his skin was enough to make him forget what he was saying, eyes falling on the television screen as he watched along in silence. neither of you needed to say much more — your fingertips grazing the nap of his neck as you stroked through the short strands of hair that were growing, eventually moving to the crown of his skull.
he didn't protest or shrug you away as you gently separated a few thin strands of hair, braiding them together before moving onto the next section. his hair was thick enough to occupy you for the rest of the episode, completely enamoured at the way your small hand movements had goosebumps washing over his skin. a small shudder from him causing his head to drop against your chest, cheek squished as he hummed blissfully at how your nails scratched slightly against his scalp as you stroked through his hair.
you didn't realise he'd fallen asleep until you heard the almost inaudible snores falling from his mouth. with his hair half braided and sticking up from the root you pouted, your heart swelling at the sight as you argued with yourself over whether you wanted to wake him or let him stay where he was. content and asleep in your lap, his palm pressed to your thigh as a unconscious way of telling you to stay put.
charles x reader!driver and they are sneaking around bc no one can know
if anyone were to catch a glimpse at you and charles they'd know for definite what had just happened only moments prior — lips swollen from kissing, faces ablaze and your hands smoothing down the front of your driving suit. you couldn't help the glint in your eye as you turned to face him, corners of your mouth tugged into a lopsided smile as you breathed a small "i'll see you later".
neither of you wanted to sneak around but it was far less hassle than making it obvious you were seeing each other, knowing that it would cause a paparazzi craze and quite a few eyebrows raises by those around you. yet you couldn't help it, neither of you able to keep your hands to yourself whenever you were together. perhaps it was the thrill of nearly getting caught, or the secretive nature of a budding relationship.
you'd find him after ever test lap, trying to discreetly hunt him down in the backrooms as you'd make some feeble excuse and hush him away where there was nobody to be seen but the two of you. giggling to yourself he'd push up against you, palms steadying on the wall behind your head. his mouth dangerously close to yours as he'd laugh along with you, amused at your giddiness before silencing you with a kiss to the tip of your nose.
"mon amour, s'il te plaît..." he'd whisper, a finger pressed on your lips teasingly as he listened intently in case anyone was lurking around. only when he knew it was just the two of you did he kiss you properly — taking his time to taste you, lips soft and gentle against yours as you felt your knees weaken. cupping the side of his face you tilted your head back, desperate for him to deepen the act of intimacy as he pulled back, forehead pressed to yours with a little sparkle in his eye, "if you keep kissing me like that then everyone is going to know we're together."
but there were times when you physically could not wait until later — shushing him over and over again as you knelt before him, an empty threat of stopping going unnoticed as charles laced his hand at the back of your head. and it'd be messy and definitely not romantic, your knees harsh against the tiled floor of the cleaning cupboard you'd found, fingers gripping his thighs as showed your proudness through your mouth.
Hi I love ur work I was thinking about how lando would be such a jealous little shit when readers talking with the drivers and take her home just to edge her the whole night and smirk at her the whole time
lando was usually pretty good at concealing his jealousy, often finding ways to preoccupy his mind whenever he saw you giggling away with someone who wasn't him. he'd marvel in the way that you were always so effortlessly contagious, happiness radiating from you — it'd be silly to think people wouldn't be attracted to that, he'd always remind himself. after all it was him that got to take you home.
yet the event had been going on for far too long and you were minutes away from getting you and oscar another drink. lando had been watching from afar, careful to not make it too obvious as you hung your head back and slapped your thigh almost comedically. if it were anyone else, anyone but oscar, he would have dragged you from the booth already and made some lame excuse to take you home — but instead he stood there, leaning against the bar as he pressed his lips to the rim of his glass and swallowed the last bit of whatever drink had been passed his way.
"you think you're so funny don't you sweetheart?" his words were quiet but held the authority that made your skin tingle, your feet quick to keep up with him as you weaved yourselves through the crowds of people. you knew what was happening as soon as lando appeared, pouting playfully before telling oscar you'd see him around. you were pushing all the right buttons, lando's jealousy worn proudly on his face as he ushered you into the back of the taxi.
and usually the both of you would keep yourselves away from prying eye's. but there was no going back as his fingers traced the hem of your dress, the pad of his finger rough against your skin as he cooed, "is this what you wanted, hm? wanted my attention?"
he could have slipped his fingers right under your dress and had them curl inside of you right there and then. the bubbling desire hot in your stomach as you tried so hard to keep yourself under control, lando's breath hot against your neck as he grazed the curve of your shoulder with his teeth.
you could have sworn you entered heaven the minute the front door was closed, lando's hands callous as they hiked your dress up and had you pressed against the hallway wall. he wasn't going to give it to you easy, and you knew that — whining as you pleaded with him, desperately begging for him to make you feel good. not that you deserved it, obviously.
"does he make you feel this good?" and he could of been anyone that lando had gotten jealous over, his thumb pressing harshly against your clit. the manner of how he rubbed it being one that was brutal, the pit of your stomach ignited as you held onto the doorframe for support. it was disgusting how quick your legs started shaking, lando's name falling from your tongue over and over in a filthy mantra — and then he just stopped.
dragged his hand from between your legs with a shit eating smirk on his face, his thumb suckled in his mouth as he groaned. your pouts and stammers would be pathetic as you followed him through to the bedroom, kicking your shoes off in the process as you splayed your palms across his back and fisted the ironed material of his shirt, "baby, please, i was just messing!"
and you were repeating those words when you were sprawled on the bed, lando's thigh keeping your legs parted as you bucked yourself against the muscle in hopes to find some sort of friction. a low laugh emitting from him as he tutted, pinning your waist down as he mocked your noises whilst peppering hot, messy kisses between the valley of your tits.
his tongue relenting as it swiped over your skin, leaving a sticky trail of saliva as he felt you writhe and push up against him. only giving into you when you swore you'd never do it again — his belt loosened as he stared at you from above, his trousers slack on his waist as he pushed them down just enough to free his already hardened cock. he'd be lying if he said this wasn't turning him on, the thought of you being his and nobody else's sending blood straight to where he craved you most.
the stretch to accommodate lando was always one that had you wincing. no matter how many times you promised you could take him your reaction would say otherwise; mouth drawn into a circle as he teased your with not much more than his tip. you bucked once more, mewling for him to fill you properly; only for lando to pull back, slipping the tip of his cock to your clit and back down again, hissing to himself at the sensitivity.
and he repeated that, over and over again, only pushing a mere inch or two inside of you before leaving you feeling empty. the heat that surged through your limbs making you moan out in frustration, fingernails gripping his bicep as you'd glare at him, neediness evident in your expression as you watched him have his fun with you.
lando paying for his girlfriend's nails and asking her to get those sharp stilettos because he likes when she MAULS his back during sex. bet he'll show them off like hickeys like a cocky and proud bastard being like "oh yeah i made her feel so good that she mauled my back."
you'd he so confused as the texts came through on your phone, eyebrow cocked as you pointed out which nails you lando wanted and made yourself comfortable in the salon seat. only did it register why he wanted you to get the stiletto style when he finally got back home, his thumb tracing over your knuckles as you wiggled your fingers, "you like?"
and boy did he like — buried between your thighs only a matter of minutes afterwards, babbling about how much he'd missed you even though you'd only been apart for a couple of hours. his hands grabby as they guided them to the back of his head, whining as you dug your nails into the nape of his neck. his tongue parting your cunt as you held him tightly against you, mumbling incoherently about how good you tasted and how he could live here, face buried in your cunt, for the rest of his life.
but his true intentions for the chosen nails would soon become completely apparent when he was balls deep inside of you, head buried in the crook of his neck as lando was near enough begging for you to mark him. your hands clutching his back, leaving small red marks that burnt his skin with every hard rock of his hips. it was brutal, the pain mixing with the pleasure in a way that had his rhythm falter and tremble. and you could have sworn you're drawn blood at some point, your scratches and claw marks decorating his upper back and waist as you were brought closer and closer to ecstasy.
and even though you swatted at him with his shirt he'd refuse to cover them — a reminder of how good he fucks you, how good he can make you feel because fuck, look at them. even going as far to sneakily leave snide remarks whenever he had friends around, the small ones that were left of his biceps harder to conceal as you'd hide your face and quickly scarper the minute they were brought up.
kissing oscar’s little freckles on his body and face while u lay awake at midnight with him. his big biceps wrapped around your waist mmfhdug
there was no reason for either of you to be awake, the clock reading four minutes past twelve as you giggled sleepily. you'd been in this state for the past few hours — cheek pressed to his bare chest as he traced over your back, the pads of his fingers gentle as they curved over your spine and across your shoulder blades.
pushing up on your forearms you watched as he accustomed to your face, the darkness of the room becoming so sleep-inviting that you knew you'd both be unconscious in no time. you'd reiterated several times already that night how pretty you thought he was, oscar's face burning up and fighting to hide in the crook of his arm every single time — yet it didn't deter you, instead only encouraging the attention.
your voice was soft, merely a whisper as you leant down until your nose brushed his, "it's been ages since i've had you like this — completely to myself..."
and it was true — the both of you having busy schedules meant moments like this, nights like this, happened rarely. you ghosted your mouth over his cheeks, peppering small kisses as you moved your head to his jaw. a hum of content vibrated past oscar's lips as he made some incoherent, passing comment about how he'll make an effort to make it happen more often. it was like he melted under your touch, eyelids heavy as the corner of his mouth tugged his lips into a lazy, lopsided smile.
he squeezed you, an attempt to bring you as close to him as possible. fuck, he would have you living between his bones if he had the chance.
your kisses connected the little constellations of freckles that decorated his skin, breath hot as it fanned over him. neither of you needed to talk further, all gossip and conversations already exhausted as you focused on tipping him over the edge into slumber.
hey angel!!! i feel so bad, i've neglected this account the past few days, work has just been so hectic — but long weekend which means i can get some stuff posted! missed u bubs 🫂
Hiiii I love ur writing! And I wanted to ask if could you please write riding Charles and him being an absolute mess
thank you for this anon — sending you love 🫂
you hadn't seen charles in weeks, your longing evident in the way you had him pinned beneath you. arms sprawled next to him as you pushed down on his biceps, a pouted frown as he tried to protest your actions. but of course he wasn't going to stop you — his cock ached beneath you, desperate to find some sort of relief as your fingers dipped and traced over every crevice on his torso.
his lips were still sore from the way you'd been kissing, suckling and nipping in a way that implied you were never going to see each other again. your breath had left your lungs the second he was pulling you on top of him, your clothed cunt pressed against where he'd been missing you most.
"mon amour, please—" was all he managed to whine as you bent down, capturing his bottom lip between your teeth with a sharp tug. all he wanted to do was touch you, to hold you against him, but he couldn't; the sheets fisted between his fingers as he pleaded with you, words incoherent and whiney.
you weren't sure how you managed to get your bottoms off without moving, his eyes trained on you, a single groan tickling his throat as he watched the way you dragged the material down your calves before discarding them on the carpeted floor. there was a part of him that wanted to just marvel at you for a little longer, to drink in the appearance of you when you were at your most vulnerable — almost like a predator that was eyeing his prey.
wrapping a hand around the base of his shaft you pumped him a few times, languid movements that turned him into putty. a small bead of pre-cum was spread around his tip with your thumb, charles' eyes screwing shut at the feeling of you on him. he would have cum right there and then if you'd let him, thighs tense as you continued to drag your palm up and down, fingers squeezing him in a way that had him babbling in muddled french.
you'd always struggled to accommodate him fully, your breathing a little erratic as you let his tip slip inside of you. it was all that you could manage before you whimpered, the noise so melodic to charles as he mentally argued with himself about touching you or letting you have your way with him. instead he threw his head back against the mattress, adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he dwelled in the way you rocked yourself against nothing more than his tip.
"i've got you— it's okay baby—" you cooed, one hand pressed on his abdomen as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. the stretch was enough to make you stop, chin resting on your chest as you peered at the way your cunt enveloped him. the noise of him pushing further into you erotic, your stomach knotting in a way that you'd missed. the ache between your legs dulled slightly, taking him fully inside of you with a moan of content.
charles' couldn't speak — simply nodding his head as his knuckles turned white from the way he clasped the sheets. there had only been a handful of time where you'd seen him like this, a mess of a man beneath you as you rocked to your own rhythm. you could have sworn he was already twitching inside of you, your walls clenching him like you never wanted him to leave you empty again.
