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it’s currently discontinued! college has gotten so busy that i haven’t had time to write it, and the motivation isn’t there. i’m not saying ill never write/post those fics but it will be a while if i ever do!
hey yall, no kinktober post today. i have a big assignment to get done and it probably wont be done in time for me to write kinktober on top of it! i should have today's fic out by tomorrow evening though <3
RATED R FOR: oral. f!dom, m!sub, guiding through it, inexperienced!m
EPISODE LENGTH:
"relax, baby, it's fine. i'll walk you through it."
you stared down at chris' nervous expression, his face giving away both the anxiousness and the excitement he held about the situation he was in.
having a boyfriend who was wildly inexperienced in the sex department was something that most people may be frustrated with, but you adored it. the innocent look that adorned his face before he did anything with you, the way he looked at you, desperate for your approval and praise.
you'd given him many of his firsts, and tonight was no different. he'd mentioned wanting to go down on you quite a few times, but had never been able to build up the courage to actually do so, always worried about doing something wrong and not pleasing you.
"you worry too much, baby. if you just follow my guide, you'll be perfectly fine. you always listen to me so well, anyways."
eventually he had nodded, determination crossing his features as he'd decided that he was going to get over the speed bump of nervousness, his desire to make you feel good in another new way overpowering the worry of not living up to your standards.
besides, you were both adults. you were long past the immature days of making fun of someone who didn't know what they were doing. especially when it was chris, the man who was nearly dying with the urge to make you proud, and would take any advice or direction you gave him to heart.
that had led you to tonight, your body laying against the soft sheets of your bed, knees pulled up and bent, with chris lying in between them, his head nearly resting on your thighs. foreplay hadn't been rushed, necessarily, but the both of you were eager to get to the point, and neither of you needed much preparation in the beginning.
you crooked a finger at him, a gentle smile on your face as you motioned for him to move up the bed.
"cmere, baby."
he did, immediately moving up to you, allowing you to kiss him. he kissed you back like he'd die if he didn't, all of his passion bleeding through in the touch of his lips.
he moved back down, placing kisses on your thighs, and on your lower stomach. he wasn't totally clueless on what to do, knowing from other times how to get you riled up enough to be comfortable with him starting. he had a general idea of what to do, but he would be lying if he said that he didn't want you to lead him through every step.
he would never admit it out loud, but his praise kink had done nothing but grown since the beginning of your relationship.
you let out a few breaths, allowing him to kiss all over your skin. when you'd had enough, the desperation growing inside you, you gently laced your hand through his hair, guiding him towards where you really wanted him.
"go ahead, honey."
you nodded at him, and confidence sparked in his eyes at the already broken up tone of your voice.
the sight of him like this was enough to send you spiraling.
he licked a bold stripe up your core, insecurity not showing if it was still there. he wasted no time, and the moan that left your lips did nothing but spur him on, his tongue dipping and exploring every spot that he could find, wanting to hear you whimper again.
you tugged on his face, gently guiding him upwards, a breathy sentence escaping your lips.
"focus more up here for a bit, baby, give it a little variety, hm?"
he nodded, his tongue swirling quick circles around your clit as his lips created a perfect amount of suction, one that had you nearly bucking against his face at the overwhelming feeling.
"god, you're a natural, sweetheart, fuck--!"
the feeling of him moving back down had caught you off guard, his vigor not leaving, as it was clearly working for you.
you had to give it to him, chris knew how to listen. if you ever told him something was making you feel good, he wasn't one of those people who switched angles, slowed down, or sped up. his stamina was through the roof.
the praise only served to make him want to keep going, his hips beginning to push into the bed below him. the thought of him driving you closer and closer to the edge, him being the one that made you feel like you were on cloud nine, was enough to get him hot, his clothed dick nearly begging for attention.
your head was back against the pillows, tears nearly forming in your eyes from how damn good he was at this. it was unfair that somebody with no learned experience could be so stellar at something on the first try, and you would be singing his praises for a while.
he deserved it.
your legs shook around his head with a loud gasp of his name, fluid coating his lower face as you squeezed him in between them. you felt him moan against your core, the vibration overwhelming but so good as you rode out the waves, hips pushing against his tongue.
he shuddered, his hips stilling as he pulsed into his boxers, the ability to control himself lost at the sight and feeling of you reaching your high on his face. you laid there, gasping as chris gently kissed your thighs and pulled off of you, his hands tracing patterns on your legs while you spoke.
"are you sure you've never done that before?"
he nodded, a blush on his cheeks, both from the heat of the room and slight embarrassment.
"baby, i'm going to abuse that talent of yours."
you kissed him, ignoring the taste of yourself on his lips. he smiled into it, speaking when you pulled away.
"so, it was good then?"
you laughed.
"you're so good."
the whimper that escaped him could have sent you two into another round if you weren't so tired, but you would definitely be playing with that little kink later.
RATED R FOR: oral. f!dom, m!sub, guiding through it, inexperienced!m
EPISODE LENGTH:
"relax, baby, it's fine. i'll walk you through it."
you stared down at chris' nervous expression, his face giving away both the anxiousness and the excitement he held about the situation he was in.
having a boyfriend who was wildly inexperienced in the sex department was something that most people may be frustrated with, but you adored it. the innocent look that adorned his face before he did anything with you, the way he looked at you, desperate for your approval and praise.
you'd given him many of his firsts, and tonight was no different. he'd mentioned wanting to go down on you quite a few times, but had never been able to build up the courage to actually do so, always worried about doing something wrong and not pleasing you.
"you worry too much, baby. if you just follow my guide, you'll be perfectly fine. you always listen to me so well, anyways."
eventually he had nodded, determination crossing his features as he'd decided that he was going to get over the speed bump of nervousness, his desire to make you feel good in another new way overpowering the worry of not living up to your standards.
besides, you were both adults. you were long past the immature days of making fun of someone who didn't know what they were doing. especially when it was chris, the man who was nearly dying with the urge to make you proud, and would take any advice or direction you gave him to heart.
that had led you to tonight, your body laying against the soft sheets of your bed, knees pulled up and bent, with chris lying in between them, his head nearly resting on your thighs. foreplay hadn't been rushed, necessarily, but the both of you were eager to get to the point, and neither of you needed much preparation in the beginning.
you crooked a finger at him, a gentle smile on your face as you motioned for him to move up the bed.
"cmere, baby."
he did, immediately moving up to you, allowing you to kiss him. he kissed you back like he'd die if he didn't, all of his passion bleeding through in the touch of his lips.
he moved back down, placing kisses on your thighs, and on your lower stomach. he wasn't totally clueless on what to do, knowing from other times how to get you riled up enough to be comfortable with him starting. he had a general idea of what to do, but he would be lying if he said that he didn't want you to lead him through every step.
he would never admit it out loud, but his praise kink had done nothing but grown since the beginning of your relationship.
you let out a few breaths, allowing him to kiss all over your skin. when you'd had enough, the desperation growing inside you, you gently laced your hand through his hair, guiding him towards where you really wanted him.
"go ahead, honey."
you nodded at him, and confidence sparked in his eyes at the already broken up tone of your voice.
the sight of him like this was enough to send you spiraling.
he licked a bold stripe up your core, insecurity not showing if it was still there. he wasted no time, and the moan that left your lips did nothing but spur him on, his tongue dipping and exploring every spot that he could find, wanting to hear you whimper again.
you tugged on his face, gently guiding him upwards, a breathy sentence escaping your lips.
"focus more up here for a bit, baby, give it a little variety, hm?"
he nodded, his tongue swirling quick circles around your clit as his lips created a perfect amount of suction, one that had you nearly bucking against his face at the overwhelming feeling.
"god, you're a natural, sweetheart, fuck--!"
the feeling of him moving back down had caught you off guard, his vigor not leaving, as it was clearly working for you.
you had to give it to him, chris knew how to listen. if you ever told him something was making you feel good, he wasn't one of those people who switched angles, slowed down, or sped up. his stamina was through the roof.
the praise only served to make him want to keep going, his hips beginning to push into the bed below him. the thought of him driving you closer and closer to the edge, him being the one that made you feel like you were on cloud nine, was enough to get him hot, his clothed dick nearly begging for attention.
your head was back against the pillows, tears nearly forming in your eyes from how damn good he was at this. it was unfair that somebody with no learned experience could be so stellar at something on the first try, and you would be singing his praises for a while.
he deserved it.
your legs shook around his head with a loud gasp of his name, fluid coating his lower face as you squeezed him in between them. you felt him moan against your core, the vibration overwhelming but so good as you rode out the waves, hips pushing against his tongue.
he shuddered, his hips stilling as he pulsed into his boxers, the ability to control himself lost at the sight and feeling of you reaching your high on his face. you laid there, gasping as chris gently kissed your thighs and pulled off of you, his hands tracing patterns on your legs while you spoke.
"are you sure you've never done that before?"
he nodded, a blush on his cheeks, both from the heat of the room and slight embarrassment.
"baby, i'm going to abuse that talent of yours."
you kissed him, ignoring the taste of yourself on his lips. he smiled into it, speaking when you pulled away.
"so, it was good then?"
you laughed.
"you're so good."
the whimper that escaped him could have sent you two into another round if you weren't so tired, but you would definitely be playing with that little kink later.
RATED R FOR: oral. f!dom, m!sub, guiding through it, inexperienced!m
EPISODE LENGTH:
"relax, baby, it's fine. i'll walk you through it."
you stared down at chris' nervous expression, his face giving away both the anxiousness and the excitement he held about the situation he was in.
having a boyfriend who was wildly inexperienced in the sex department was something that most people may be frustrated with, but you adored it. the innocent look that adorned his face before he did anything with you, the way he looked at you, desperate for your approval and praise.
you'd given him many of his firsts, and tonight was no different. he'd mentioned wanting to go down on you quite a few times, but had never been able to build up the courage to actually do so, always worried about doing something wrong and not pleasing you.
"you worry too much, baby. if you just follow my guide, you'll be perfectly fine. you always listen to me so well, anyways."
eventually he had nodded, determination crossing his features as he'd decided that he was going to get over the speed bump of nervousness, his desire to make you feel good in another new way overpowering the worry of not living up to your standards.
besides, you were both adults. you were long past the immature days of making fun of someone who didn't know what they were doing. especially when it was chris, the man who was nearly dying with the urge to make you proud, and would take any advice or direction you gave him to heart.
that had led you to tonight, your body laying against the soft sheets of your bed, knees pulled up and bent, with chris lying in between them, his head nearly resting on your thighs. foreplay hadn't been rushed, necessarily, but the both of you were eager to get to the point, and neither of you needed much preparation in the beginning.
you crooked a finger at him, a gentle smile on your face as you motioned for him to move up the bed.
"cmere, baby."
he did, immediately moving up to you, allowing you to kiss him. he kissed you back like he'd die if he didn't, all of his passion bleeding through in the touch of his lips.
he moved back down, placing kisses on your thighs, and on your lower stomach. he wasn't totally clueless on what to do, knowing from other times how to get you riled up enough to be comfortable with him starting. he had a general idea of what to do, but he would be lying if he said that he didn't want you to lead him through every step.
he would never admit it out loud, but his praise kink had done nothing but grown since the beginning of your relationship.
you let out a few breaths, allowing him to kiss all over your skin. when you'd had enough, the desperation growing inside you, you gently laced your hand through his hair, guiding him towards where you really wanted him.
"go ahead, honey."
you nodded at him, and confidence sparked in his eyes at the already broken up tone of your voice.
the sight of him like this was enough to send you spiraling.
he licked a bold stripe up your core, insecurity not showing if it was still there. he wasted no time, and the moan that left your lips did nothing but spur him on, his tongue dipping and exploring every spot that he could find, wanting to hear you whimper again.
you tugged on his face, gently guiding him upwards, a breathy sentence escaping your lips.
"focus more up here for a bit, baby, give it a little variety, hm?"
he nodded, his tongue swirling quick circles around your clit as his lips created a perfect amount of suction, one that had you nearly bucking against his face at the overwhelming feeling.
"god, you're a natural, sweetheart, fuck--!"
the feeling of him moving back down had caught you off guard, his vigor not leaving, as it was clearly working for you.
you had to give it to him, chris knew how to listen. if you ever told him something was making you feel good, he wasn't one of those people who switched angles, slowed down, or sped up. his stamina was through the roof.
the praise only served to make him want to keep going, his hips beginning to push into the bed below him. the thought of him driving you closer and closer to the edge, him being the one that made you feel like you were on cloud nine, was enough to get him hot, his clothed dick nearly begging for attention.
your head was back against the pillows, tears nearly forming in your eyes from how damn good he was at this. it was unfair that somebody with no learned experience could be so stellar at something on the first try, and you would be singing his praises for a while.
he deserved it.
your legs shook around his head with a loud gasp of his name, fluid coating his lower face as you squeezed him in between them. you felt him moan against your core, the vibration overwhelming but so good as you rode out the waves, hips pushing against his tongue.
he shuddered, his hips stilling as he pulsed into his boxers, the ability to control himself lost at the sight and feeling of you reaching your high on his face. you laid there, gasping as chris gently kissed your thighs and pulled off of you, his hands tracing patterns on your legs while you spoke.
"are you sure you've never done that before?"
he nodded, a blush on his cheeks, both from the heat of the room and slight embarrassment.
"baby, i'm going to abuse that talent of yours."
you kissed him, ignoring the taste of yourself on his lips. he smiled into it, speaking when you pulled away.
"so, it was good then?"
you laughed.
"you're so good."
the whimper that escaped him could have sent you two into another round if you weren't so tired, but you would definitely be playing with that little kink later.
RATED R FOR: oral. f!dom, m!sub, guiding through it, inexperienced!m
EPISODE LENGTH: 1.02K
"relax, baby, it's fine. i'll walk you through it."
you stared down at chris' nervous expression, his face giving away both the anxiousness and the excitement he held about the situation he was in.
having a boyfriend who was wildly inexperienced in the sex department was something that most people may be frustrated with, but you adored it. the innocent look that adorned his face before he did anything with you, the way he looked at you, desperate for your approval and praise.
you'd given him many of his firsts, and tonight was no different. he'd mentioned wanting to go down on you quite a few times, but had never been able to build up the courage to actually do so, always worried about doing something wrong and not pleasing you.
"you worry too much, baby. if you just follow my guide, you'll be perfectly fine. you always listen to me so well, anyways."
eventually he had nodded, determination crossing his features as he'd decided that he was going to get over the speed bump of nervousness, his desire to make you feel good in another new way overpowering the worry of not living up to your standards.
besides, you were both adults. you were long past the immature days of making fun of someone who didn't know what they were doing. especially when it was chris, the man who was nearly dying with the urge to make you proud, and would take any advice or direction you gave him to heart.
that had led you to tonight, your body laying against the soft sheets of your bed, knees pulled up and bent, with chris lying in between them, his head nearly resting on your thighs. foreplay hadn't been rushed, necessarily, but the both of you were eager to get to the point, and neither of you needed much preparation in the beginning.
you crooked a finger at him, a gentle smile on your face as you motioned for him to move up the bed.
"cmere, baby."
he did, immediately moving up to you, allowing you to kiss him. he kissed you back like he'd die if he didn't, all of his passion bleeding through in the touch of his lips.
he moved back down, placing kisses on your thighs, and on your lower stomach. he wasn't totally clueless on what to do, knowing from other times how to get you riled up enough to be comfortable with him starting. he had a general idea of what to do, but he would be lying if he said that he didn't want you to lead him through every step.
he would never admit it out loud, but his praise kink had done nothing but grown since the beginning of your relationship.
you let out a few breaths, allowing him to kiss all over your skin. when you'd had enough, the desperation growing inside you, you gently laced your hand through his hair, guiding him towards where you really wanted him.
"go ahead, honey."
you nodded at him, and confidence sparked in his eyes at the already broken up tone of your voice.
the sight of him like this was enough to send you spiraling.
he licked a bold stripe up your core, insecurity not showing if it was still there. he wasted no time, and the moan that left your lips did nothing but spur him on, his tongue dipping and exploring every spot that he could find, wanting to hear you whimper again.
you tugged on his face, gently guiding him upwards, a breathy sentence escaping your lips.
"focus more up here for a bit, baby, give it a little variety, hm?"
he nodded, his tongue swirling quick circles around your clit as his lips created a perfect amount of suction, one that had you nearly bucking against his face at the overwhelming feeling.
"god, you're a natural, sweetheart, fuck--!"
the feeling of him moving back down had caught you off guard, his vigor not leaving, as it was clearly working for you.
you had to give it to him, chris knew how to listen. if you ever told him something was making you feel good, he wasn't one of those people who switched angles, slowed down, or sped up. his stamina was through the roof.
the praise only served to make him want to keep going, his hips beginning to push into the bed below him. the thought of him driving you closer and closer to the edge, him being the one that made you feel like you were on cloud nine, was enough to get him hot, his clothed dick nearly begging for attention.
your head was back against the pillows, tears nearly forming in your eyes from how damn good he was at this. it was unfair that somebody with no learned experience could be so stellar at something on the first try, and you would be singing his praises for a while.
he deserved it.
your legs shook around his head with a loud gasp of his name, fluid coating his lower face as you squeezed him in between them. you felt him moan against your core, the vibration overwhelming but so good as you rode out the waves, hips pushing against his tongue.
he shuddered, his hips stilling as he pulsed into his boxers, the ability to control himself lost at the sight and feeling of you reaching your high on his face. you laid there, gasping as chris gently kissed your thighs and pulled off of you, his hands tracing patterns on your legs while you spoke.
"are you sure you've never done that before?"
he nodded, a blush on his cheeks, both from the heat of the room and slight embarrassment.
"baby, i'm going to abuse that talent of yours."
you kissed him, ignoring the taste of yourself on his lips. he smiled into it, speaking when you pulled away.
"so, it was good then?"
you laughed.
"you're so good."
the whimper that escaped him could have sent you two into another round if you weren't so tired, but you would definitely be playing with that little kink later.
RATED R FOR: hair pulling. m!sub, f!dom, early ejaculation, sensitive!matt, degradation
EPISODE LENGTH: 0.6K
it was rare that you discovered a new kink matt hadn't disclosed to you. being together for well over a year, with an active sex life, there were few things that you weren't privy to.
but it was so fun when you got to find out something new to use against him.
he'd had his head leaned against you, your hands softly playing with the strands attached to the nape of his neck. he'd just washed it the day before, the brown locks smooth and flowy to the touch. he was half asleep, the near daily nap that he took almost taking over his mind, when you shifted, your fingers accidentally tightening and pulling on the pieces too harshly.
you gasped, immediately forming an apology in your head as the pain blossomed through the skin on matt's lower neck, but it never got the chance to make it out of your mouth before you processed the sound that left your boyfriend's lips.
a whimper. and not one of pain.
you knew the sounds that left him all too well, and this one was an honest-to-god whimper that only ever left his mouth in one situation: you did something to turn him on. your suspicion was confirmed when matt's face immediately bloomed red, and his eye contact dropped the second he realized what he'd let slip.
you smirked as the realization of what you'd just discovered processed in your head, asking him a question about it like you had no clue.
"what was that?"
the teasing tone of your voice gave away that you in fact knew exactly what it was, but you wanted to give him time to admit it himself. you also knew he wasn't going to do that, and you'd have to force it out of him.
not that you minded at all.
you tested the waters, lacing your fingers close to his skin and waiting for him to push you away. he didn't, and you tugged, hard enough to tip his head back.
"fuck-"
the gasped swear that left his lips, combined with the way his eyes fluttered closed for a minute before snapping back open, told you everything.
"you love that, don't you?"
he nodded, and that just wasn't enough for you. you pulled again, relishing the soft whine that escaped him.
"no. use your words, baby."
a shiver went through his body, his dick quickly hardening in the loose sweats adorning his legs as your tone of voice held a degrading tone.
"yeah."
you hummed, experimentally tugging at a different spot, and this time, a full blown moan escaped him, his hips beginning to rut against your leg. it only encouraged you to continue, one of your hands firmly on the back of his neck while the other periodically pulled his hair, sending streams of stinging pains through the skin.
"seriously, baby? you're going to cum from me pulling your hair and you thrusting against me like a desperate slut?"
he could've sobbed. the combination of one of his biggest kinks being played with and the degrading words that continued to fall from your lips was too much for him to handle, and he sucked in a shaky breath, his hips stuttering.
"please, s-shit-"
you knew he was close, and while you normally would make him beg for it, you didn't make any move to stop him. getting to mess with something new was enough to fulfill your fun, and you decided to take mercy on him.
"go ahead, baby."
you paired the hushed words with the sharpest tug yet, his head being pulled fully back as a broken stream of moans and whimpers escaped his lips, his body shaking against you as he came. you let him lay there for a while, hands running through his hair to soothe the ache that was left by your ministrations, before speaking.
"so, when were you going to tell me about that?"
he groaned, hiding his face in your shirt, ignoring the gross feeling of his clothes sticking to him.
RATED R FOR: hair pulling. m!sub, f!dom, early ejaculation, sensitive!matt, degradation
EPISODE LENGTH: 0.6K
it was rare that you discovered a new kink matt hadn't disclosed to you. being together for well over a year, with an active sex life, there were few things that you weren't privy to.
but it was so fun when you got to find out something new to use against him.
he'd had his head leaned against you, your hands softly playing with the strands attached to the nape of his neck. he'd just washed it the day before, the brown locks smooth and flowy to the touch. he was half asleep, the near daily nap that he took almost taking over his mind, when you shifted, your fingers accidentally tightening and pulling on the pieces too harshly.
you gasped, immediately forming an apology in your head as the pain blossomed through the skin on matt's lower neck, but it never got the chance to make it out of your mouth before you processed the sound that left your boyfriend's lips.
a whimper. and not one of pain.
you knew the sounds that left him all too well, and this one was an honest-to-god whimper that only ever left his mouth in one situation: you did something to turn him on. your suspicion was confirmed when matt's face immediately bloomed red, and his eye contact dropped the second he realized what he'd let slip.
you smirked as the realization of what you'd just discovered processed in your head, asking him a question about it like you had no clue.
"what was that?"
the teasing tone of your voice gave away that you in fact knew exactly what it was, but you wanted to give him time to admit it himself. you also knew he wasn't going to do that, and you'd have to force it out of him.
not that you minded at all.
you tested the waters, lacing your fingers close to his skin and waiting for him to push you away. he didn't, and you tugged, hard enough to tip his head back.
"fuck-"
the gasped swear that left his lips, combined with the way his eyes fluttered closed for a minute before snapping back open, told you everything.
"you love that, don't you?"
he nodded, and that just wasn't enough for you. you pulled again, relishing the soft whine that escaped him.
"no. use your words, baby."
a shiver went through his body, his dick quickly hardening in the loose sweats adorning his legs as your tone of voice held a degrading tone.
"yeah."
you hummed, experimentally tugging at a different spot, and this time, a full blown moan escaped him, his hips beginning to rut against your leg. it only encouraged you to continue, one of your hands firmly on the back of his neck while the other periodically pulled his hair, sending streams of stinging pains through the skin.
"seriously, baby? you're going to cum from me pulling your hair and you thrusting against me like a desperate slut?"
he could've sobbed. the combination of one of his biggest kinks being played with and the degrading words that continued to fall from your lips was too much for him to handle, and he sucked in a shaky breath, his hips stuttering.
"please, s-shit-"
you knew he was close, and while you normally would make him beg for it, you didn't make any move to stop him. getting to mess with something new was enough to fulfill your fun, and you decided to take mercy on him.
"go ahead, baby."
you paired the hushed words with the sharpest tug yet, his head being pulled fully back as a broken stream of moans and whimpers escaped his lips, his body shaking against you as he came. you let him lay there for a while, hands running through his hair to soothe the ache that was left by your ministrations, before speaking.
"so, when were you going to tell me about that?"
he groaned, hiding his face in your shirt, ignoring the gross feeling of his clothes sticking to him.
RATED R FOR: hair pulling. m!sub, f!dom, early ejaculation, sensitive!matt, degradation
EPISODE LENGTH: 0.6K
it was rare that you discovered a new kink matt hadn't disclosed to you. being together for well over a year, with an active sex life, there were few things that you weren't privy to.
but it was so fun when you got to find out something new to use against him.
he'd had his head leaned against you, your hands softly playing with the strands attached to the nape of his neck. he'd just washed it the day before, the brown locks smooth and flowy to the touch. he was half asleep, the near daily nap that he took almost taking over his mind, when you shifted, your fingers accidentally tightening and pulling on the pieces too harshly.
you gasped, immediately forming an apology in your head as the pain blossomed through the skin on matt's lower neck, but it never got the chance to make it out of your mouth before you processed the sound that left your boyfriend's lips.
a whimper. and not one of pain.
you knew the sounds that left him all too well, and this one was an honest-to-god whimper that only ever left his mouth in one situation: you did something to turn him on. your suspicion was confirmed when matt's face immediately bloomed red, and his eye contact dropped the second he realized what he'd let slip.
you smirked as the realization of what you'd just discovered processed in your head, asking him a question about it like you had no clue.
"what was that?"
the teasing tone of your voice gave away that you in fact knew exactly what it was, but you wanted to give him time to admit it himself. you also knew he wasn't going to do that, and you'd have to force it out of him.
not that you minded at all.
you tested the waters, lacing your fingers close to his skin and waiting for him to push you away. he didn't, and you tugged, hard enough to tip his head back.
"fuck-"
the gasped swear that left his lips, combined with the way his eyes fluttered closed for a minute before snapping back open, told you everything.
"you love that, don't you?"
he nodded, and that just wasn't enough for you. you pulled again, relishing the soft whine that escaped him.
"no. use your words, baby."
a shiver went through his body, his dick quickly hardening in the loose sweats adorning his legs as your tone of voice held a degrading tone.
"yeah."
you hummed, experimentally tugging at a different spot, and this time, a full blown moan escaped him, his hips beginning to rut against your leg. it only encouraged you to continue, one of your hands firmly on the back of his neck while the other periodically pulled his hair, sending streams of stinging pains through the skin.
"seriously, baby? you're going to cum from me pulling your hair and you thrusting against me like a desperate slut?"
he could've sobbed. the combination of one of his biggest kinks being played with and the degrading words that continued to fall from your lips was too much for him to handle, and he sucked in a shaky breath, his hips stuttering.
"please, s-shit-"
you knew he was close, and while you normally would make him beg for it, you didn't make any move to stop him. getting to mess with something new was enough to fulfill your fun, and you decided to take mercy on him.
"go ahead, baby."
you paired the hushed words with the sharpest tug yet, his head being pulled fully back as a broken stream of moans and whimpers escaped his lips, his body shaking against you as he came. you let him lay there for a while, hands running through his hair to soothe the ache that was left by your ministrations, before speaking.
"so, when were you going to tell me about that?"
he groaned, hiding his face in your shirt, ignoring the gross feeling of his clothes sticking to him.
RATED R FOR: hair pulling. m!sub, f!dom, early ejaculation, sensitive!matt, degradation
EPISODE LENGTH: 0.6K
it was rare that you discovered a new kink matt hadn't disclosed to you. being together for well over a year, with an active sex life, there were few things that you weren't privy to.
but it was so fun when you got to find out something new to use against him.
he'd had his head leaned against you, your hands softly playing with the strands attached to the nape of his neck. he'd just washed it the day before, the brown locks smooth and flowy to the touch. he was half asleep, the near daily nap that he took almost taking over his mind, when you shifted, your fingers accidentally tightening and pulling on the pieces too harshly.
you gasped, immediately forming an apology in your head as the pain blossomed through the skin on matt's lower neck, but it never got the chance to make it out of your mouth before you processed the sound that left your boyfriend's lips.
a whimper. and not one of pain.
you knew the sounds that left him all too well, and this one was an honest-to-god whimper that only ever left his mouth in one situation: you did something to turn him on. your suspicion was confirmed when matt's face immediately bloomed red, and his eye contact dropped the second he realized what he'd let slip.
you smirked as the realization of what you'd just discovered processed in your head, asking him a question about it like you had no clue.
"what was that?"
the teasing tone of your voice gave away that you in fact knew exactly what it was, but you wanted to give him time to admit it himself. you also knew he wasn't going to do that, and you'd have to force it out of him.
not that you minded at all.
you tested the waters, lacing your fingers close to his skin and waiting for him to push you away. he didn't, and you tugged, hard enough to tip his head back.
"fuck-"
the gasped swear that left his lips, combined with the way his eyes fluttered closed for a minute before snapping back open, told you everything.
"you love that, don't you?"
he nodded, and that just wasn't enough for you. you pulled again, relishing the soft whine that escaped him.
"no. use your words, baby."
a shiver went through his body, his dick quickly hardening in the loose sweats adorning his legs as your tone of voice held a degrading tone.
"yeah."
you hummed, experimentally tugging at a different spot, and this time, a full blown moan escaped him, his hips beginning to rut against your leg. it only encouraged you to continue, one of your hands firmly on the back of his neck while the other periodically pulled his hair, sending streams of stinging pains through the skin.
"seriously, baby? you're going to cum from me pulling your hair and you thrusting against me like a desperate slut?"
he could've sobbed. the combination of one of his biggest kinks being played with and the degrading words that continued to fall from your lips was too much for him to handle, and he sucked in a shaky breath, his hips stuttering.
"please, s-shit-"
you knew he was close, and while you normally would make him beg for it, you didn't make any move to stop him. getting to mess with something new was enough to fulfill your fun, and you decided to take mercy on him.
"go ahead, baby."
you paired the hushed words with the sharpest tug yet, his head being pulled fully back as a broken stream of moans and whimpers escaped his lips, his body shaking against you as he came. you let him lay there for a while, hands running through his hair to soothe the ache that was left by your ministrations, before speaking.
"so, when were you going to tell me about that?"
he groaned, hiding his face in your shirt, ignoring the gross feeling of his clothes sticking to him.
RATED R FOR: wall sex. m!dom, f!sub, back of the door, hate sex.
EPISODE LENGTH: 0.7K
you should not be here. you knew full well that you should not be here, especially on halloweekend, of all nights. the last place you should ever find yourself was in the upstairs hallways of chris sturniolo's frat house.
you couldn't stand him. he drove you insane, with the way that he consistently played with your feelings. he was hot and cold, and you always found yourself going back to him whenever he sent you a text that just consisted of a date, time, and location.
"you're such a fucking--"
chris rolled his eyes, slamming his bedroom door behind the two of you.
"shut up."
you didn't get the chance to respond to him, being cut off by his body backing you into the wall, and the press of his lips against yours, one of his hands tangling into the hair on the back of your head and the other firmly gripping your waist.
your head tipped back, hitting the wall as he started leaving marks on your neck, his hand moving itself up your skirt as he roughly removed the thin underwear you were wearing.
gasping breaths left your lips as your hand tightened around the back of his neck, giving you a sense of leverage and security against his body.
"i hate you."
your voice carried a biting tone, one that would have made chris flinch if he didn't know you so well. instead, he swiped two fingers through your folds, smirking at the glistening fluid that coated both of them.
"yeah? sure doesn't seem like it."
you rolled your eyes, entirely from the stupid remark chris had made and not at all because of the intense wave of pleasure that ran through you as he pushed the same two fingers into you, immediately massaging your sweet spot in an effort to rush the process.
he wasn't a complete asshole. you'd beg to differ.
your nails dug into him, your jaw hanging slack as you ground down to meet his movements.
"f-fuck, oh my god--!"
when you were consistently meeting every thrust of his hand, he decided he was done waiting, removing his fingers and roughly shoving his pants down, kicking them behind him somewhere in the room.
he tapped your hip, signaling you to move.
"jump."
you stared at him in disbelief.
"are you kidding me?"
he rolled his eyes.
"fine."
he lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he lined up with you, bottoming out in one smooth, deep, thrust.
you let out a choked up sob at the overwhelming feeling of his tip nearly kissing your cervix, his size always taking you by surprise regardless of how many times you found yourself full of him.
however, chris was beyond the point of taking his time.
he immediately started a quick, punishing pace, his head falling into the crook of your shoulder and neck. you could feel his shaky breathing on your skin, but you weren't exactly doing much better, legs quivering around his waist as you let him hold you against the wall.
all you could think about was the overwhelming pleasure and the fact that shit, his gym sessions really were paying off.
tears dripped from your eyes as you shook, your climax rushing through your body unexpectedly, causing a mess between your bodies. chris didn't slow down at all, if anything speeding up as he chased his own high, no care in his mind for the way you were squirming in oversensitivity.
he groaned low against your neck as he lost his rhythm, stilling except for a few shallow thrusts as he rode out his orgasm. as post sex clarity flooded your head, you pushed at his body, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.
he took the hint and slowly lowered you down, a cocky, almost proud look on his face as you reached down to grab the underwear he had shoved off of you. you glared, wanting to slap it off of his face.
"i still can't stand you."
he nodded, stepping closer to you as he helped you pull your skirt down from where he had hiked it up, noticing your trembling legs.
"tell me that when you can stand at all, sweetheart. see you next weekend."
RATED R FOR: wall sex. m!dom, f!sub, back of the door, hate sex.
EPISODE LENGTH: 0.7K
you should not be here. you knew full well that you should not be here, especially on halloweekend, of all nights. the last place you should ever find yourself was in the upstairs hallways of chris sturniolo's frat house.
you couldn't stand him. he drove you insane, with the way that he consistently played with your feelings. he was hot and cold, and you always found yourself going back to him whenever he sent you a text that just consisted of a date, time, and location.
"you're such a fucking--"
chris rolled his eyes, slamming his bedroom door behind the two of you.
"shut up."
you didn't get the chance to respond to him, being cut off by his body backing you into the wall, and the press of his lips against yours, one of his hands tangling into the hair on the back of your head and the other firmly gripping your waist.
your head tipped back, hitting the wall as he started leaving marks on your neck, his hand moving itself up your skirt as he roughly removed the thin underwear you were wearing.
gasping breaths left your lips as your hand tightened around the back of his neck, giving you a sense of leverage and security against his body.
"i hate you."
your voice carried a biting tone, one that would have made chris flinch if he didn't know you so well. instead, he swiped two fingers through your folds, smirking at the glistening fluid that coated both of them.
"yeah? sure doesn't seem like it."
you rolled your eyes, entirely from the stupid remark chris had made and not at all because of the intense wave of pleasure that ran through you as he pushed the same two fingers into you, immediately massaging your sweet spot in an effort to rush the process.
he wasn't a complete asshole. you'd beg to differ.
your nails dug into him, your jaw hanging slack as you ground down to meet his movements.
"f-fuck, oh my god--!"
when you were consistently meeting every thrust of his hand, he decided he was done waiting, removing his fingers and roughly shoving his pants down, kicking them behind him somewhere in the room.
he tapped your hip, signaling you to move.
"jump."
you stared at him in disbelief.
"are you kidding me?"
he rolled his eyes.
"fine."
he lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he lined up with you, bottoming out in one smooth, deep, thrust.
you let out a choked up sob at the overwhelming feeling of his tip nearly kissing your cervix, his size always taking you by surprise regardless of how many times you found yourself full of him.
however, chris was beyond the point of taking his time.
he immediately started a quick, punishing pace, his head falling into the crook of your shoulder and neck. you could feel his shaky breathing on your skin, but you weren't exactly doing much better, legs quivering around his waist as you let him hold you against the wall.
all you could think about was the overwhelming pleasure and the fact that shit, his gym sessions really were paying off.
tears dripped from your eyes as you shook, your climax rushing through your body unexpectedly, causing a mess between your bodies. chris didn't slow down at all, if anything speeding up as he chased his own high, no care in his mind for the way you were squirming in oversensitivity.
he groaned low against your neck as he lost his rhythm, stilling except for a few shallow thrusts as he rode out his orgasm. as post sex clarity flooded your head, you pushed at his body, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.
he took the hint and slowly lowered you down, a cocky, almost proud look on his face as you reached down to grab the underwear he had shoved off of you. you glared, wanting to slap it off of his face.
"i still can't stand you."
he nodded, stepping closer to you as he helped you pull your skirt down from where he had hiked it up, noticing your trembling legs.
"tell me that when you can stand at all, sweetheart. see you next weekend."