kink : face sitting, untouched cumming, cum eating, subby!izzy, fem!dom summary; izzy's home from tour and all excited to taste you again.
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He sat on his knees trying to make his way closer to her damp cunt, she pulls him away again, hand fisted tightly in his hair.
“Lie on the bed, on your back.”
He’s never once been able to disobey an order she’s given him, so he does as she says, only pausing to slip his shoes off, still fully dressed.
He tries to make his way closer to her damp cunt, she pulls him away again, hand fisted tightly in his hair.
“Lie on the bed, on your back.”
He watches as she stands, and then slowly slides her knickers down her long, beautiful legs, and then she climbs back onto the bed and straddles his hips, carefully sliding the straps of her bra off before unhooking it. It’s a torturous striptease, because izzy knows that if he moves, if he tries to touch her, he won’t be allowed anything at all - not to touch her, make her come, or come himself.
After she’s finally free of underwear, she moves further up his body, straddling his chest, and looks down at him, pinned beneath her, and smiles. “Do you want to make me happy, izzy baby?”
He nods. “Yes.” It’s possibly the most honest thing he’s said all day, after a day of meetings and interviews. All he wants right now is to make y/n happy, however he possibly can. He’ll fuck her, if she wants, or finger her, or kiss her, or make an absolute fool of himself if it makes her happy.
“Good.” She shifts again, this time so that she’s sat only inches from his chin, and she moves so that her cunt is directly over izzy's mouth. She looks at him, waits for him to nod, and then lowers herself so that her centre is pressed against his lips. She’s warm and wet.
Izzy swallows and tentatively touches his tongue against her, and then licks a broad, wet stripe over her cunt, listening to the hitch of her breath again, the one that tells him she likes it.
“Good boy,” she praises, and he tries not to moan, but he can’t help but feel some satisfaction from it. He tries not to focus on how hard he is, on how much he wants to fuck her. This is what will make her happy, and so he focuses on that, on bringing her as much pleasure as he can with his mouth.
He knows that he’s being a little overeager while licking and sucking at where she’s most wet, occasionally flicking his tongue against the bundle of nerves that he knows is sensitive.
He hears breathing begin to grow ragged, and he’s tempted to suck hard, to press his tongue inside her and make her come, but y/n is the one in charge here, and so when she says, “slow down”, he has no choice but to obey. She wants the pleasure to last, he knows this, wants them to take their time
She strokes her fingers through his hair as he licks at her with broad strokes of his tongue, no finesse or grace or clever tricks, and she smiles down at him. “ so good .” It’s praise and admonishment all in one, and something a little pleased and sour curls in his gut. He wants to do better for her, wants to make her happy, and so he does as she directs, listening to what she says, and to the cues he’s learned to read in her body, the way she tightens her thighs round his head slightly whenever he flicks his tongue against her clit, or how she presses down against him when he pushes the tip of his tongue inside her.
“I have an idea,” she says with a smile, and he’s intrigued. Her ideas are always intriguing, if sometimes a little painful or humiliating for him, like when she tied his hands together and made him cum over and over for an hour after he came without her permission. She lifts off him, so that there are a few inches between them, enough for him to suck in a breath of air that smells like her. “Take a breath.”
He doesn’t question her, simply breathes in, and then tries not to exhale immediately as she presses back down against him, and begins to slowly and carefully grind herself against his lips. He makes a noise of surprise that sounds like a muffled moan and simply encourages y/n to grind against him even more.
With y/n grinding against him, most of her weight pressed against him, izzy begins to find it a little hard to breathe, and he realises why she told him to take a breath. He flattens his tongue and licks a broad stripe over her cunt once again, before pressing his tongue inside her, licking at her wetness, pressing in deeper, trying to see if he can reach inside her to that spot that makes her moan and clench down on him whenever he fucks her. His mind is already a little foggy, but he wants her to grind down against him even more, wants her to clench her thighs round him and make it almost impossible for him to breathe.
y/n must know what he wants, because she presses down against him, hard, cutting off his air as her thighs tighten round his head, and she bucks, carefully, against him, and then that’s when he feels her wetness spill into his mouth. She comes with his tongue inside her still, squirting all over his mouth and his lips, breathy little moans spilling from her lips as she takes her pleasure from him, using him to satisfy herself. Her fingers tangle in his hair and pull sharply on the strands, and he laps everything up that she gives him.
He can’t breathe, not really, and it feels so good. There’s a moment of panic, a frisson of fear flowing through him, before it fizzles out as he simply focuses on swallowing her cum, bringing her pleasure, making sure he worships her as she deserves. Just as he thinks he might pass out from lack of air, his vision blurring at the edges, his thoughts becoming slow and hazy, she lifts off him, and the rush of air has the most strange effect of tipping him over the edge and making him spill in his pants.
Once she’s finished taking her pleasure, she has him lick her clean, pulling at his lip so that she can see her cum on his tongue, and then she makes him swallow it all. She runs gentle fingers through his hair as he laps at her soaked cunt and damp thighs, murmuring words of praise as he does so.
As soon as he’s done, she lifts herself off him, ignoring his noise of protest, and she cups his jaw gently, pulling him in for a slightly wet and sloppy kiss.
“Well done, izzy.” It isn’t patronising or insincere, and he stretches and feels pleased that he’s managed to bring her pleasure, to make her happy.
"always such a good boy for me"
idk if this is good or bad but idk how to start or end things so sorry😭
im still sick bro and i have been sick so many times this year. I was on new meds for stuffff a while ago and they made me sick after a while being on them like every day after i took it i couldnt eat my stomach would hurt i'd get light headed and dizzy ect so i was taken off of them and since i had been steadily on meds for that problem i wont say bc im not comfortable talking abt it i had to be taken off slowly yk yk and had really bad withdrawls that was "only gonna last for a week-two" it was two months. Every now and then i start feeling like how i did then but im on no medication anymore except for what i was given for the sickness i got but im feeling just as bad if not worse now does anyone know anything abt that and why i still get that type of stuff (and chest pains) i desperately need advice.
