thinking about him fucking you sideways. i mean have you seen how hot he is-
"hey hey...hi baby" jake's voice resonates. mouth hot against your earlobe. front pressed to your back. spooning you. "h-hey" you manage to mumble, breath fastening before you tell yourself to breathe slowly. eyes still struggling to stay open from sleep. "missed you" thick girth resting heavily between your thighs. shivering at the sheer size. a large hand sliding up and down the curve of your waist. nuzzling his face into the back of your neck. "...missed you too jake" and you push your ass back on him. closing your eyes as his cock prods at your slick lips. so big. and heavy in a way that makes you lightheaded.
he grunts, shifting even closer. and you just lay there as his hand loops under your thigh and hooks it over his hip. turning you to lay on your back while he remains on his side. and now, you actually feel his cock head nudging impatiently between your folds. the position helps a few inches of him slide in much easier. its painfully pleasurable. "yeah thats my girl" jake groans, hand slithering down to spread your cunt while quarter his length slides in and out filthily. dreadlocks hovering above you. your mouth opening to release punched out little moans.
and the na'vi visibly melts. "so cute" jake whispers, your head resting on his bicep. fingers flying down to wrap tightly around his wrist when he circles your clit. "feels good, doesn't it?" slowing down to fuck you nice and hard. jerking your body up with each thrust. dropping his head down to your shoulder. "perfect" his hand slides up, rubbing your slick over your hardened nubs. you think you've reached heaven.
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I don't think y'all understand how much of a blessing fanfic writers are to people like me who NEED extra content regarding our fav characters before we finally move our hyper fixation elsewhere.
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Even underrated characters have fanfic writers atp and I'm HERE FOR IT.
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Oh and did I mention they do this for FREE!????
The day they start charging us for reading fanfics im going to have to take loans and go knee throat-deep in debt .
So to all the fanfic writers who feel under appreciated and question themselves, PLEASEEEEE KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU!!! Whoever you are whatever you do, your fanfics are the reason I'm not depressed. And I'm sure even if I don't belong to the fandom you write for there is atleast one person who thinks the same!
love island bkg a week in being coupled with him and you both are obsessed with each other. always so touchy feely, lingering hands on your ass in the kitchen, back hugs when he’s brushing his teeth and your hand drifting across his chest. being stuck together 24/7 makes everything feel so much more intense. sure you would have dated him on the outside but living together so soon has you always feeling like the L word is on the tip of your tongue.
anyway, bakugou wouldn’t describe himself as a particularly horny person. he’d say he gets horny the regular amount but today has really been testing his limits and you haven’t caught on. your dress tonight has been gorgeous, a lovely green that makes your ass fat and you wore this body glitter that made you look edible. you’ve probably shared way too many kisses on the daybeds and now he’s stuck in his shared bed with you waiting for the lights to finally turn off.
when the room finally settles into pitch black, your arm stretches over his upper chest in a sleepy hug.
bakugou grunts.
“what’s wrong?” you whisper and he can smell the mint from your toothpaste. your smooth leg stretches over his waist.
“so fuckin’ tired of sharin’ a room with ten people.” bakugou whispering makes his voice deeper, darker. you look up at him, making out the shape of his features as your eyes adjust. you squish closer to him and a thick bicep circles around your back.
“hm? what do you mean?”
you lock eyes with him in the darkness and you immediately know what he means.
“i don’t like the idea of gettin’ you off with an audience.”
your heart rattles against your chest and you don’t mean to adjust your body again but you do, hips in the position to hump his side but you don’t.
“why would you bring it up if you won’t do it?” you whisper whine, inching you face towards his.
so far you’ve only made out a lot and groped each other a lot. you definitely wouldn’t mind the feeling of his fingers or possibly more… knowing exactly how he’d fuck.
bakugou exhales from the pit of his chest, careful not to bring attention to you too. he shifts over so hes facing you directly to crush his face to yours. it’s a make out that goes straight to your clit and has you imagining being touched all over. his tongue is warm against yours and you don’t have it in you to care about the noise.
his hand finds your ass, sneaking right between your legs but pausing. you lift your leg over his hip, giving him all the access he needs.
“wanna touch you so fuckin’ bad,” he moans into your mouth and it takes everything inside of you not to moan loudly. moan like you would in the privacy of your bedroom with a boy your insanely attracted to.
“do it,” you sigh desperately, no longer caring that you’re about to have sex with other people in a room. you’re on love island, that’s what happens. “do it katsuki.”
bakugou’s eyes widen before lazing. you have him so fucked up. the first time he touches you and you have to stay quiet. he needs to find a way to get into that hideaway.
“okay, baby,” he says before slotting his mouth over yours and sliding two fingers pass your asscheeks and right into the warmth between your legs. it’s a delight for him to just feel you so intimately and it definitely has him straightening like a pole at you going limp on his face.
“fuck,” you mumble, deciding to rest your head on his shoulder and hug him tightly. your leg locks around his waist, your fingers raking through the hair on his nape. you bite your lip hard when he presses against your stomach.
“sorry,” he grunts but you shake your head.
“i want you,”
“you’re killin’ me.”
there’s hot heavy breaths between you both, a thin layer of sweat forming on bakugou’s forehead.
as slow as he can without creating much noise, he flexes his fingers in and out of you. a rhythm that is as blissful as it is torturous.
a whine escapes you. definitely loud enough for the two beds beside you to hear if they’re not asleep already.
“quiet, baby,” he mumbles but he can’t help but say more, “you’re so beautiful, all of you.”
you hitch your leg higher on his waist, ready to grind into the palm of his hand.
“make me come,” you whisper into his neck, your body burning from unadulterated desire pumping through you.
bakugou takes that as a mission he must complete, he needs to see you, feel you fall apart on his fingers.
bakugou thrusts his fingers in and out, curling them to brush the tips against your walls. he measures how you’re feeling from how your breathing switches, the halts and pitch changes. then your thigh tensing on his hip and your fingers twitching at his shoulder.
“katsuki,” you breathe softly.
“i know, baby.”
as silent as you can, you orgasm on his fingers. your whole body shakes, pleasure ripping through you like rough waves crashing against rocks. your breath increases in pitch and you don’t realise you’re biting down on bakugou’s shoulders as you clench to keep him inside.
“oh. ohhh,”’
“cmon, you good?”
bakugou slowly slides out of you and you tilt your head to look at him. you’re stunning with your sleepy eyes and shiny face from your night moisturiser. a kiss on your cheek, then your lips.
“we’re gonna get the hideaway. i’ll ask the producers if i need to,” you whisper, exhaustion about to knock you out.
you wake up to a bright light and a pillow being thrown in your face from your friend across from you.
“what? what was that for!?”
“we heard you last night. more katsuki more!”
you fight your embarrassment back, “like you haven’t done worse!”
bakugou doesn’t care, hugging your body with closed eyes as you socialise with everyone in the morning.
based on ep 12, black y/n, cussing, kitty kat eating, dirty talk, pet names, kissing, ass slapping lol… repeated words? i’m not a good writer so pls spare me, this turned out a lot longer than intended, NOT PROOFREAD!
you stand next to olandria and huda in a cropped blue flannel with extremely short jean shorts, a furry top and furry boots. you cheer and clap as your couple, nic, goes up. he blows a kiss towards you while he grabs the fake axe.
“which boy is actually pining for someone else?” he reads off. ace hums loudly. nic looks at ace, “target acquired.” he says and shoots ace with the machine. he walks over to the axe to grind station and lays down.
you raise your brows softly meanwhile ace looks at you with an evil grin, “my boy nic, he’s been seeming to be a little excited with… you know, iris coming into the villa. so i think iris would be great, wouldn’t it?”
you laugh softly and nic looks at you, “sorry, baby!” he shouts. you wave him off as iris walks over. you shake your head, watching they do the challenge.
“it wasn’t a pleasant sight but it’s a challenge! i did have to grind on jeremiah so…” you say with a laugh at the confessional.
“okay! would you like to pick a beaver from my basket?” paige asks nic. he looks towards the guys, “i need yalls help.”
“number three, my lord!” taylor says.
“two! two, my lord!” ace says.
nic picks up number two and turns the name tag around, “y/n! come here, beautiful!” he says with a big smile. he walks over and picks you up. you scream and go into the cabin with him.
he shuts the door and puts you down, “hey,” he smirks. you smile softly as he grabs your ass and pulls you closer. his lips connect to yours, slapping your ass softly. he grunts into the kiss while you wrap your arms around his neck.
his tongue enters yours, “all mine,” he growls. you bite his bottom lip when you pull away. nic shakes his head, “come ‘ere,” he mutters. he pulls you back into a very steamy kiss. you hear mainly ace and chelley shouting in the back.
“it sounds nasty in there!” ace shouts. nic pulls away and fixes your hair, “i got you, baby… ready?” he asks. you nod, squealing as he throws you over his shoulder.
you two walk out and everybody shouts, “oh my God!” “oh shit!” “nic gettin some tonight!”
nic flexes and slaps your ass hard after, your feet kick. you roll your eyes and giggle shyly, covering your face. nic daps all the guys up, like a couple of teenagers.
later that night, the tension of the challenge died down and the islanders were all calmed down. you sit with olandria and huda when nic walks over. he smiles at you all, “i’m just gonna…” he grabs your hand softly and lifts you onto your feet.
“steal this girl for a quick chat. don’t miss her too much,” he says to huda and olandria. you wave bye as his arm slithers around your shoulders.
“you look good,” he kisses your temple. you smile, “stop..” you wore a two piece blue and white stripped outfit with white heels and your hair fell onto your shoulders.
you two walk into speakeasy. low red lighting. velvet seats. fake bottles. music plays softly in the speakers. you nod your head, “wow… you know, this place feels a lot warmer when i’m here with you.”
nic furrows his brows and sits next to you, “who else have you’ve been in here with?” he asks gently and twirls your hair. you smile, “chelley.”
he groans, “noo! chelley’s stealing my girl,” he says. you smile sweeter, “be quiet… hey nurse, check my temp. i’m getting a little warmer,” you tease.
nic rests his hand on your waist, pulling you closer. “yeah?” you nod and stare up at him, “lock the door…” you whisper. nic hops up and locks the door, dimming the lights a bit. he sits back down, “i need you.”
“work for it.”
nic holds onto your thighs as your legs are thrown over his shoulders. he stares up at you, your skirt rode up to your waist. he sucks on your bud. hungry.
your head is thrown up, low shallow breaths coming out. nic licks from your hole up to your clit, “you taste so fuckin sweet…” he growls. you tremble as your legs close on his head. he continues to stare at you and spreads your legs apart, “cmon.”
he moans into you, tongue moving in lazy circles around your clit before flattening out and flicking it softly. he lets go of your thighs and drags his hands up to your top. he rubs your nipples through your shirt.
you twitch, “nic!” you say, a little too loud. you cover your mouth quickly. it was overwhelming— wet, hot, messy. his tongue slides down to fuck your hole, then back up, teasing and devouring you.
“been thinkin’ about this since you walked into this villa.”
you finally look back down at him, your fingers claw into the couch, “mm.. nic— oh my gosh… baby!” you squeal softly.
he nods, “that’s right,” he mutters while coming up and rubbing your clit with his thumb. “say my name when you cum on my tongue,” he says before going back down and eating you.
you cum hard, you blacked out for a second. thighs trembling, hips lifting off of the couch as he held you down and kept licking you through it. slow and steady until you were whimpering and twitching.
he finally comes back up, lips wet and face smug. “we have to do this again.”
you sit back up, “i hate you,” with a shy smile.
♡ girls reaction
the next morning, you were sitting at the vanity. fluffing your hair and putting on setting powder. at least, trying to keep your face neutral.
chelley turns to you, “bitch! don’t even try to act all innocent. after you came back from the little chat last night, you were glistening!”
you squeal and cover your face, “stop!”
olandria twists in her chair, her lipliner almost falling out of her hand, “you came back from speakeasy with your legs wobbly!”
you scream and slap the table, “shut up!” you laugh. huda hums, “i heard yall! me and jeremiah were just trying to pass by and we hear moans and whimpering!”
“oh my goodness!” amaya squeals.
“okay.. did he eat it or was he.. folding you?” chelley asks. you smile, “bitch… he was… devouring.”
hannah and iris shout loudly as nic walks in. olandria shushes all of the girls as he walks over, “morning, morning. how are we all?” he asks.
huda smirks, “we good.”
you smile at him while he puts your plate of food down, “here you go, baby,” he says. he kisses you, “hurry up! i wanna see you in that bikini!”
summary: on the rare occasion that sukuna takes his nephew out to the park, he notices another kid with blush pink hair— a baby to be exact. he tries not to stare too much, but it’s hard not to, it’s a rare hair color. it’s not until the baby’s mother takes her out of the swing set and back into her stroller when he realizes why you ghosted him almost 2 years ago.
genre/warnings: hidden child trope, ex-fwb to co-parents to lovers, angst (toxic relationships, fighting), fluff, smut, mood board
notes: im very excited to announce this upcoming one-shot as a part of @indiewritesxoxo friday night flicks event! the release date is still tba and im limiting the tag list to 50, but i’ll definitely be giving updates throughout the writing process ❤️
husband!nanami preemptively budgeting for your unborn baby
on the morning after your second positive test, your husband’s standing hunched over the kitchen table—he’d left bed quietly, with the soft deliberation he applied to most things in life. in front of him sits a mug of untouched coffee gone tepid. a yellow legal pad: column after column of figures in tidy script, annotated with 0.5 uni ball pen.
you hover in the doorway a moment, admiring his profile: barefoot in his slacks, hair slightly mussed. he doesn’t hear you until you shift your weight, floorboard creaking underfoot.
“seven weeks,” you say, by way of greeting.
“approximately,” his gaze drops back to the paper. “which, optimistically, gives us about seven months to account for the first year’s expenses.”
“did you know,” he murmurs, “the average cost of a child’s first year is nearly two million yen? that doesn’t include school fees. or medical insurance. or college tuition.”
you step closer, skimming the columns. food, childcare, emergency savings, medical contingencies. even a line labeled ‘adjusted parental leave income.’
“this one here,” he says, tapping his pen against a neat cell, “is a preliminary projection for an international preschool program. in the event we don’t stay in tokyo. though it’s still early.”
you blink. “ken. our child is the size of a blueberry.”
“irrelevant at this stage. what matters is equity of access.”
you fold yourself into the space between his chair and the table, arms looped around his neck, cheek pressed against his temple. his pen halts midstroke.
“i’m not worried,” he adds finally. “i just want to plan ahead. i don’t want you—or them—to ever need anything.”
you kiss the top of his head. “you’re gonna be a great dad.”
he hums, then under his breath, “do you think two air purifiers would be too much?”
the first time your husband got serious mad at you was him cathing you carrying heavy things
kento’s at the grocery store, picking up ingredients for dinner—he’s been insistent on cooking lately, fussing over your nutrition like it’s his mission, you’re supposed to be resting, per his strict orders, but the nursery’s half finished, and the clutter’s driving you nuts.
a box of baby clothes sits by the door heavy with donations from friends, and you figure you can handle it, just one box, up the stairs, no big deal, you’re pregnant, not helpless.
you’re halfway up arms straining, the box wobbling, when the front door opens. “i’m back.” nanami calls but it cuts off sharp when he sees you, the grocery bags hit the floor with a thud and he’s at the stairs in two strides, his face a mask of disbelief.
“what the hell are you doing?” he snaps, his voice low, edged with something you’ve never heard.
you freeze, the box slipping, and he’s there, taking it from you, his hands firm but careful, setting it down with a heavy thump. “kento—” you start but he cuts you off, his voice rising, still controlled but trembling with restraint. “are you trying to hurt yourself?” he says, his words sharp, each one a blade.
“or the baby? because that’s what you’re doing, carrying this—this—up the damn stairs when i told you to rest.” he gestures at the box, his jaw clenched, his hands flexing like he’s holding back from shaking you or the world.
“im fine.” you say, defensive, stepping back, your hand on the railing. “It’s just a box, kento, im not fragile.” your voice is steady, but your heart’s racing, startled by his intensity, the way he’s looking at you like you’ve betrayed him.
“not fragile?” he repeats, his voice dropping. “you’re six months pregnant, and you’re hauling heavy shit like it’s nothing. do you have any idea what could happen? a fall? strain? you think im out here buying groceries for fun while you risk—” he stops, exhaling hard, running a hand through his hair, his composure cracking.
“you’re not fine. you’re reckless.” the word stings, and you bristle, your own anger flaring. “reckless?” you say, your voice rising. “im trying to help, kento. i can’t just sit around doing nothing while you treat me like im made of glass. im pregnant, not useless.”
his eyes narrow, and he steps closer, his presence towering, not threatening but overwhelming. “im not treating you like glass.” he says, his voice low, tight. “im trying to keep you safe, you and our kid. you think i want to come home and find you hurt? or worse?” his voice cracks on the last word, and you see it—the fear behind the anger, the way his hands tremble, the way he’s holding himself together.
you soften, your anger faltering, but you’re still stubborn, crossing your arms. “i didn’t think it was a big deal..” you say, quieter, looking away, your hand resting on your belly.
“i just… i wanted to do something.” nanami exhales, long and shaky, his shoulders sagging, and he steps closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. “its a big deal to me.” he says, his hand hovering near your arm, hesitant, like he’s not sure you’ll let him touch you.
“don’t do that to me again. please.” his forehead presses to yours, his breath warm, unsteady, and you feel the weight of his fear, his love, in that simple touch.
content warning ⟡ smut, porn with plot, established relationship, DILF!Erwin, brat taming, age gap (reader is in her late 20s and Erwin is in his late 30s), dirty talk/slight verbal degradation, bondage, orgasm denial, size difference, cum play, oral (f & m receiving), overstimulation, toys (for reader and Erwin), pet names, Erwin talks you through it, unprotected sex (always wrap it before you tap it)
word count ⟡ 8k
characters ⟡ Erwin Smith x fem!reader [Attack on Titan modern AU]
author's note ⟡ a fic gift for an equally 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓷𝓪𝓼𝓽𝔂 friend who has been patiently waiting for me to finish Ramadan first. @piggyfrl, thanks for waiting THIS LONG bro. crossposted from Discord.
taglist ⟡ @pixelcafe-network
divider ⟡ pink and black by anitalenia, MDNI by me
You roused from sleep to Erwin's weight dipping on the edge of the bed, already fully dressed in his work attire as he bent down to shower your face with feather-light kisses. You smiled, arms slinging around his broad shoulders to pull him back to bed, and knowing how things would turn out like always, it took everything in Erwin to halt you.
"As much as I want to stay here with you, I have to go, sweetheart." Reminding you with a soft touch to your arms, you reluctantly loosened your grip and fully opened your eyes to meet his ocean-like ones. It was a sight that you will never get tired of, how he always had this unspoken love in his gaze alone. The morning sun outlined his refined features and the cashmere fabric of Erwin's suit. By the looks of it, you knew Erwin would spend the rest of the day busier than usual.
You placed your bets on meeting important clients, maybe attending a party sometime after work, leaving you alone in bed again.
You wouldn't lie to yourself, you had missed those days when you could just walk into Erwin's office, locking the wooden door behind you to give him much-needed attention and care. Or when Erwin gifted you some delicate lingerie just to indulge in late-night video calls, hooded blue eyes looking at the screen as you made yourself feel good with his commands through the phone.
"This early? We haven't even eaten our breakfast yet..." your voice was still laced with sleep as you unconsciously squeezed him in your arms. "You've been busy for what, months now. We're spending less and less time together,"
As if emphasizing your point, Erwin's phone dinged in his pocket. A flood of emails and reminders went off for the newly-promoted COO to take care of. Erwin smiled apologetically, his fingers threading through your hair to at least calm you down, and it worked like a charm every time... but this time, it didn't go as smoothly.
"I'll make it up to you," Erwin's hand trailed down to your back, sealing the promise with a kiss in the crook of your neck. His stubble was a telltale sign he hasn't been taking care of himself for a while as it lightly grazed over your skin. You held him close to you, a frown made its way to your lips.
"Just let me take care of everything, and I'll be all for you. Alright, darling?"
With a reluctant sigh, Erwin sets you down back to the bed, placing a kiss on your forehead before getting up and leaving you alone in his— now also your condominium. You took in the fancy, yet comfortable surroundings once again, rolling out of the king-sized bed with a groan before you started your routine.
The rest of the day was uneventful for you.
Since it was your exam week, the clicking sound of the keyboard and mouse filled the home office, and the soft hums of the city below you helped you focus on your papers. After consuming your second cup of coffee, a small smile played on your lips when you remembered how displeased Erwin looked whenever your nose was buried between the papers.
Erwin doesn't, and will never understand your insistence to keep your job and finish your master's degree despite living a very comfortable life with him. As much as Erwin finds your persistence and intelligence incredibly hot, Erwin actually wouldn't mind if he did the bulk of the work.
He's the breadwinner after all, and he made sure your life with him consisted of great things... and great things only, even in bed. Erwin made sure you'd be thoroughly satisfied and tremble under him.
Outside of the bedroom, Erwin was always gentle with you, and he'd always have your back whenever the two of you are out and about, or that one time you attended his office's gathering. The sidelong glances at your obvious age difference didn't go unnoticed by Erwin, and he proudly introduced you as his fiancée, your left hand was always held up by his larger palm to show off the custom-made diamond ring. Since your engagement, a switch flipped inside him and Erwin would always address you as his wife. My wife this, my wife that... truly a gentleman.
However, when you're alone...
"You really don't have to do this anymore, you know? I make more than enough to support us," Erwin would say, sometimes toyed with your hair while doing so. Some other times, he'd just throw you over his shoulder to have his way with you on the bed, or maybe the kitchen island. By the window, balcony, who knows? A man can only choose.
If it's one of those days where Erwin was impatient, or pent up after a long day in the office, Erwin would bend you over and leave you naked on the sleek wooden desk of his as he fucked his stress away into you, not even bothering to undress himself. Your breathless chides would always met by his nonchalant shrug and a small smirk that landed you in his bed the first time.
"You'll ruin your shirt one of these days, Erwin," quirking his eyebrow at you without looking up from his splatter of cum on your stomach and tits, his hands were still busy touching you everywhere before he finally said something.
"I can always ask my tailor to sew another pair. Now..." he bent down until he was at eye level with you, holding his weight with his elbow as his fingers traveled to your sensitive clit, a soft sigh leaving Erwin's lips at how warm and wet you still were after he pounded into you, reveling in your small twitches,
"If you can still talk, then I haven't done a good job in fucking that smart mouth of yours."
Starting from the first time the two of you had sex, of how gentle Erwin was to you, he held you like he was afraid to break you with his strength. As your relationship progressed and the two of you became more confident in expressing your needs, Erwin was more than happy to fulfill every single one, even going as far as setting up a room just for the two of you to play in.
"Right here, Erwin? Are you doing this on purpose?"
Just right next to his home office. And when you inquired him whether he was setting it up there, out of all places in the condo, Erwin's sturdy hand palmed your ass, hard enough for you to let out a small whine and not question him further.
"Maybe. Maybe not."
The answer was yes. And that evening, it was safe to say you and Erwin had 'christened' that room. Warm lights dancing on his skin, his usually styled hair was sticking to his forehead after fucking you in a punishing pace. Erwin looked down on your panting form, his hands massaging your stiff thighs after being held open by the leather cuffs around your ankles.
"Sorry, love. I got a bit carried away," Bending down to kiss your forehead moments after you swallowed his cum, the rest was still sticking on your collarbones and tits. Erwin smeared his cum futher down to your nipples, his palms pressed to your skin as he trailed down to your inner thighs, his eyes fixed on your juices mixed with his cum that was leaking out of your engorged pussy.
"Besides, I need to be sure if these cuffs are doing its job,"
You snorted at Erwin's flimsy excuse. Contrasting to your earlier fun time, Erwin handled you tenderly, making sure you were clean, comfortable and well-fed before the two of you headed to bed, with him being the big spoon as always.
You knew how far Erwin could go to lose control, but if you were asked, this side of Erwin is so fucking hot that you secretly want to see and experience it more. Years of working in a national-scale engineering company, Erwin has his own ways to relieve the stress from the high-pressure job, and it always involves you.
Some nights, Erwin would set the mood just like the one you'd see in honeymoon posters - rose petals, dim lights as he waited for you to try on the new lingerie he had custom-made for you, and lush aftercare that would sidetrack to another steamy session in the bathroom. Erwin's touch was tender... loving as his large hands wandered over your sudsy skin, muttering praises as he buried his nose in your wet hair.
On other nights, it was a hasty touch - clothes strewn around the marble floor, disarrayed furniture, and how Erwin would bend you over on any surface no matter how exhausted you were, or maybe just push you against the wall, his chest was pressed against your back as he hooked your leg around his forearm to fuck you deeper, better.
Erwin just couldn't help himself, and neither could you.
On special nights, the playroom would be put into good use. It started when you were on vacation for your first anniversary. You looked over at him with desire and uncertainty as he sorted the toys he had just bought. Erwin didn't even bother to use a discreet packaging, proudly carrying it around the city and to the resort the two of you were staying in.
Your mind wandered to the evening at the resort. Erwin had been a little too... excited to try out new toys with you. With a lube in his hand, he inserted a vibrating dildo inside you before what was supposed to be a romantic dinner - Erwin had enjoyed your low moans, the pleading look in your eyes as he controlled the intensity with the discreet, small remote in the pocket of his suit.
"What is it, sweetheart? You seem... restless," Erwin chuckled amused, betraying the strain in his dress pants. His cock was painfully hard by just imagining how wet and ready you would be after he had made you worked up.
"M... fine..." you gasped. After what seemed like forever in the restaurant, you couldn't take it anymore and lost all control, taking all your frustration on Erwin by the time you stepped into the bedroom. It was always a sight to behold for him, to see you ride his cock while his hands were behind his head, and occasionally push his hips up into you just to see your face twist in pleasure.
"I hate you. I hate you so much," you spat, propping yourself on his chest as you rolled your hips against his, your ass slapping against his thighs. Erwin smiled, and without warning, he spread your legs apart with his legs, gripping your hips firmly to stop you from moving. He suddenly thrust himself up into you, setting a brutal pace that left you panting.
"Yeah? Do you still hate me, now, sweetheart?" Erwin cooed, slapping your ass as his other hand traveled to the back of your head, pulling your head down to make you see his cock disappearing into your drenching pussy, your juices glistened on his thighs.
"That's too bad, because she said otherwise," you were transfixed by the sight of him spreading you apart, how your lower abdomen dipped and arched to the shape of his cock is a sight that neither you or Erwin will get tired of. It has always turned him on how big he is compared to you, how easily he can manhandle you and made sure you know your place in bed.
One thing that Erwin loves to do - he loves, loves to keep himself inside you for when he cums, the creamy ring around his base made his cock twitch inside you as he savored the warmth of your plush walls and milked his cock dry. He made sure nothing spilled out, and if it did, Erwin fingers it back inside you to your next orgasm.
"Fuck," abruptly stopping your heated thoughts, you ran a hand through your face, thighs squeezing together as you force yourself to focus on the task at hand.
You can't seem to get behind one, maybe three courses that are to be submitted by tomorrow, and after staring at the blinking line between blocks of texts on your screen, you finally move away from your screen, doing everything else but your papers. Phone calls, groceries, tending to Erwin's indoor plants, loosely doing your other routines on the side... and to hell with it.
As you finished stocking the fridge, you looked over to your and Erwin's 'other' room. You didn't need to pluck petals to know what your mind has been telling you to do. Without much thought, you locked the main door, swiftly making your way to the playroom to indulge in your fantasies.
Your sex life was never dull with Erwin. It's more than enough to replace your smutty books that he'd sometimes take a peek at when you're flustered to read it around him, he'd always find it cute when you playfully smacked his arm away and clutched the book to your chest.
"You know I can do it so much better than your imagination," emphasizing his words with his touch under your shirt, needless to say you put your book away, throwing your arm over your eyes as Erwin pleases you. He has always found it adorable how you can be bashful one minute, and the next your tits bounced right in front of his face as you fucked yourself dumb on his cock, his tongue swirling and sucking your nipples.
His sweet, bashful fiancée, who is now shamelessly taking a few pictures and a full-length video of yourself in the designated playroom.
A perfect setup in front of the bed. Legs spread apart as you sat on your knees, slowly sinking the dildo into your slick heat, with a sparkly butt plug inserted into your puckered hole. As if it weren't enough, you spread your lips apart to play with your sensitive clit, just like Erwin would always do to get you ready for his cock.
Erwin had the front-row view of every inch of your body - how beautiful your tits were as they bounced on the toy, your lust-glazed eyes looking at yourself on the screen.
"Ah, fuck, Erwin- I'm cumming," you collapsed on the bed, ass up in the air as you fuck yourself harder with the glistening rubber dildo, the butt plug on perfect display as you squirted all over your inner thighs, carefully pulling the dildo out to show off your used holes to Erwin.
The room was quiet except for the sounds of you cleaning yourself up after you tapped the small square on the phone, stopping the video right after you blew Erwin a kiss through the screen, and you smiled to yourself. A short and sweet gift for his stress relief and yours, too. It's been a while since the two of you get to sleep naked, after all.
Damn it, has it really been that long? No wonder you have been cranky and on edge all these time. It wasn't the papers, or the endless emails from your team, but you just need to be fucked with other things than that. You need Erwin.
You were still warm and cozy after your quick session in the other room, lounging on the sofa as the early afternoon sun cast a warm, golden light that poured in through large windows. A satisfied hum rumbled in your throat as you ticked off the to-do list on your notepad in the tranquility of the condo.
You tapped your finger on your screen and roughly outlining Erwin's schedule that you knew by heart — he'd usually be deep in his quiet reflection after hosting the company's guests, and lunch meeting with his team, and surely needed something to relieve the stress that he had to face daily, from making day-to-day decisions to long-term vision of the company.
And as his fiancée, you'd gladly take the stress off of him.
Video sent. Two blue ticks in a span of seconds.
Erwin had opened it.
One minute stretched to ten minutes... then fourty-five.
The neutral-painted walls of the condo seemed to close in around you as you waited for Erwin's reply. Your heart leaped as the three-dotted bubble made its way to your screen - Erwin was typing.
Tossing your phone aside, you smiled to yourself after sending a couple of provocative texts. Your plan of sending a risqué video in the middle of his packed day seemed to make Erwin's resolve crumble.
"Sweetheart."
You could almost hear his strained voice, where lust had taken over him before he fucks the living out of you, filling your holes with his cum before he held you down to cum all over your thighs.
You had spent the rest of the day by yourself, your heart racing in anticipation of what would happen once Erwin stepped into the condo. Your back was facing him, still preoccupied with meal preps for the following week, as you heard the beep and the rolling sound of the main door opening.
Erwin gave you enough time to turn off the stove, but not enough to react as he threw you over his broad shoulders, firm hand smacking your ass. He grunted at the sound of your pathetic mewl, surely leaving his handprint on your skin.
"Just what the hell do you think you were doing?" Erwin's voice was filled with lust and frustration, and rougher than usual. He strides across the condo to the playroom that you had used earlier, ready to have his way with you, and you were more than ready to satisfy his needs.
"I don't know what you were talking about," you feigned innocence, which only drove Erwin into madness. Kicking the door shut behind him, he backed you up against the wall, his lips moving roughly against yours, his hands shredding your clothes open. A soft groan left his lips as soon as his hands made contact with your bare skin under your shirt.
"Sending me videos like that. I don't remember having a dirty little slut as my fiancée."
Your pussy clenched around nothing as Erwin rolled your nipples between his fingers until it peaked and was sensitive to the slightest touch. Pushing you harder against the wall, he nudged your legs apart, replacing his hand with his mouth to suckle and bite at the pert nipple to play with your aching clit through your panties. You gripped his biceps through his button-up shirt, needy and whining as Erwin traced a long stripe from your clit to your entrance.
"I don't know... Maybe I just need to be disciplined." You said with a hint of challenge. His intense blue eyes bore into yours, a stern expression on his chiseled face as he took note of your quivering tone.
"Enough of your mouthy antics. Or I'll shut you up with other things than my cock. Is that what you want, sweetheart?" Erwin growled, his deep voice made you shiver despite your weak defiance. "You've been begging for discipline, and now you're going to get it."
You squirmed against the wall, letting out a breathless laugh as your eyes sparkled with mischief even as a hint of fear crept in. Erwin pulled your panties aside, his index and ring finger opening up your folds as his middle finger languidly teasing your hole.
"Fuck- Erwin-" you mewled, fingers tangled in his blond hair before he stopped you from grinding against his hand.
"Language, sweetheart." Erwin pulled your nipple between his teeth. You yelped, but not for long as he circled the tip of his tongue to soothe the sting, his mouth closing around the sensitive flesh and suckled on it. His command was met by your quick nod as you rubbed your pussy against his fingers. Unhappy with your reaction, Erwin stopped his actions altogether and brought you to the center of the room.
He lowered you to be on your knees, his stern gaze telling you to stay still as Erwin rummaged through the closet behind you. Moments later, your legs were spread apart by a spreader, complete with the padlock to open your dripping pussy up to him as you sat on your knees, your wrists bound by a handcuff behind you.
His fingers glistened with lube to prod your hole open, preparing you well for the cold metal of the butt plug. Teasingly glided over your ass cheeks before he inserted the sparkly plug inside you, Erwin held you steady as you twitched, your hole stretching around the butt plug very well.
"Open." Erwin cradled your jaw. Satisfied by your compliance, you opened your mouth as he wrapped the straps of the ball gag around your head, securing the hard ball between your lips.
Still fully clothed in his work attire, Erwin sat on the plush couch cushions, elbows resting on his knees as his piercing blue eyes locked onto your face. Your knees shook on the marble flooring before him, your legs spread wide apart as Erwin gripped the thick silicone dildo in his hand. Bending down to meet your eye level, Erwin started to circle the tip around your wet entrance.
"Come on, sweetheart," Erwin coaxed, his voice thick with lust, "show me how much you want this."
With a sultry moan, you began thrusting the toy into your dripping wet pussy, your hips rocking in time with the rhythmic claps of Erwin's fingers against the shaft. Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, lost in the pleasure. Erwin stiffened, his hand stilling on the base of the dildo to wait for you to open your eyes.
"Good girl. Keep your eyes open while you fuck yourself for me."
Opening your hazy eyes to meet his, you began to grind against the dildo, still being held by Erwin as he watched you, a small groan ripped in his throat from how wet you were just by the squelching sound of your pussy against the rubber.
But Erwin is a patient man, he could watch you squirm all night and beg him to fuck you and make you cum while his cock strained against his pants, demanding your attention.
Despite the restraint on your wrists and ankles, you fucked yourself with the dildo as if it were Erwin's deft fingers or his girthy cock that was inside of you, sometimes both. Erwin's breaths quickened, the outline of his bulge was prominent at the sight of the ball gag around your lips, muffling your whines and moans. He marveled at how taut your muscles were, a telltale sign that you were close to cumming. Erwin knows your body all too well, and he'll use it to his advantage.
Just when you felt it approaching, every nerve sparking with fire while you were too far gone to feel the sudden emptiness in you. Erwin pulled the dildo out of your dripping cunt, your thighs shaking from holding yourself up by your knees.
“What is it, sweetheart? You wanna cum?" Erwin held the silicone dildo, coated with your juices and the creamy ring faintly forming around the base. The lengths that Erwin would go through for your pleasure are applaudable, but you can’t cum yet. Not until he said so, or at least, until you were begging enough for him to give you what you want, and fuck you until you forget about anything else but him.
You nodded quickly, breathing harshly through your nose as your walls clenched around nothing, already missing the protruding toy. Erwin leaned in closer to you, his lips were just a breath away from yours if it wasn't restrained by the ball gag.
“Are you fucked dumb from the toy already? I haven't even touched you yet, sweetheart. Might as well make you a cum dumpster instead of fucking you properly.”
Your jaw strained from the ball gag that he had pulled off of you a while ago, now hanging loosely around your neck as the drool dripped on your chin. Erwin kneeled in front of you, coaxing you to open your mouth again to suck on the silicone dildo.
You whined around the silicone dildo, coated in your juice as you gripped the cuff tightly behind you, trying your best to hold off your cum. You can't speak, your mouth stuffed with the toy, but Erwin can tell by your stifled whines that you’re begging him to fuck you with whatever he pleases, be it toys, his fingers, or anything to get you off. You deserve it after all, for getting yourself in this position and playing dumb after sending that lewd video of yours.
Delirious moans escaped your throat as you tasted your juices around the dildo, looking up at Erwin through your lashes to proudly show your obedience. You could've sworn Erwin smiled at the sight of your hollow cheeks around the dildo, and how he wanted to just unbuckle his belt and fuck your throat, but he held off, wanting you to learn your lesson first.
"Look at you," Erwin sneered as he pushed the dildo to the back of your throat. "Wanna gag on my cock, darling? Seems like you enjoy this toy much more than you enjoy me,”
Gagging around the rubber, Erwin pulled the dildo out and carried you to the bed that you had just squirted on that afternoon, swiftly switching your position to lie on your back, your head hanging just by the edge of the bed. You couldn't move much, still clutching the cuff behind you as Erwin held your legs open with the spreader bar around your ankles.
Erwin didn't leave you waiting for too long - he stood in front of your face, pressing his clothed bulge against your waiting mouth as he busied himself with another toy to use on you, this time he settled on your vibrator. Erwin gathered the leaking juices on your inner thighs and set the vibrator to the lowest setting, just enough to leave you twitching and bucking up your hips against the toy.
"Now, now. Be patient. Do you wanna be my good girl or not?"
Erwin commanded, his other hand holding you down by your hip. He gently pushed his clothed bulge against your lips as he pressed the toy against your clit, just enough to send jolts through your body, your pussy throbbed and clenched around nothing again. But not for long before he slid his middle and ring finger inside you, slowly. The greediness as your gummy walls clenched around his fingers didn't go unnoticed by him, his cock twitching in his dress pants by the sensation alone.
Erwin started to fuck you with his fingers, still holding you down by your hip as you breathed around his clothed bulge. You clutched the cuffs tightly behind you, holding off the need to cum as the wet sounds became louder that it drowned the buzz of the vibrator. Your slick juices leaked onto his palm, down to the plush mattress under you.
"Please," you tilted your head slightly, "I need to cum... please..."
Erwin's hand stilled, and he pulled the vibrator away from your aching clit. Just when you were about to protest, he slid his index finger in to join the other two fingers.
"Yeah? You wanna cum now?" He released your hip, his fingers still buried inside you as he brushed your hair out of your face. Your stomach clenched, but he didn't give you a yes or no. Erwin started to fuck you with his fingers again, curling it as his other hand now pressing the vibrating toy against your weeping pussy. His words were drowned out by the embarrassingly loud slick sounds,
"Let me have my fun first, alright, darling."
Erwin smiled at your strangled cry as his long fingers reached the sweet spots inside you. He was knuckles deep inside you, yet he didn't want to push you farther, not yet. He pulled his hand back to swiftly unbuckle his belt, finally letting his painfully hard cock spring free from the constraint, the waistline of his smooth dress pants were down around his knees. The tip of his cock was red and leaking with his precum, you wondered how long he has been holding himself back from just fucking you senseless.
Erwin looked down at you, your head still hanging by the edge of the bed, your mouth was open to take his cock.
"Use your words, sweetheart. You know I always love verbal answers," Erwin smeared the precum from his slit with his thumb, his other hand was still busy finger fucking you.
"I want your cock, please," you leaned your head over, lips brushing against his balls to take him in. Erwin stiffened at your reaction, hasty hand left the vibrator to give his cock a few strokes, lubricating it with your juices to give himself a temporary relief.
"Just fuck me, please. Please, Erwin," your lips were glistening with your juices from the dildo, helpless to the cuff binding your wrists behind you.
"Not yet, sweetheart."
He left this shirt unbuttoned, giving you a perfect display of his ripped body, glistening with a thin layer of sweat, down to his happy trail. The sight of his hard cock made your pussy clench around his fingers, eagerly opening your mouth to him.
His hand guides the underside of his girthy cock to your mouth, lightly slapping it on your mouth. You wordlessly rolled your tongue out, licking his shaft as he continued his slow pace on your pussy.
A guttural moan scraped Erwin's throat as he guided his cock into your mouth. He stood up by the edge of the bed, slowly pushing his hips into your mouth to feed you with his cock. He felt your velvety walls clench around his fingers, and moments away before you cum, Erwin plopped his fingers out of you and removed the toy again.
Your whines vibrated around his veiny shaft. Erwin's abs tightened as he held himself up by pressing his knees to the side of the bed. He held your hip down again, waiting for your twitching to stop before pushing his three fingers back in again, this time the vibrator glided over your stomach and up to your tits, circling around your pebbled nipples.
Breathing harshly through your nose, you squirmed under him, the restraints on your wrists and ankles were both arousing and frustrating you as Erwin continued to play with you like this. You didn't know how long it has been going on — everytime Erwin noticed you were about to cum, he denied you of that pleasure, of the need to just unravel before him.
It has been too long since the two of you were intimate, yet Erwin is still patient and persistent enough to reduce you to a quivering, cumming mess under him, denying you of your orgasm that was supposed happen a few times already.
Your body felt heavy from the searing heat inside you, a trail of goosebumps following wherever the vibrator goes. Erwin bent down, pressing kisses on your thighs before pulling away again, his hips thrusting to your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks, pathetically chasing your orgasm while pleasing him.
And fuck, nothing gets him off more than to see you like this, the satisfaction Erwin felt to shut your smart mouth with his cock or just by his fingers buried inside you. Your quick wit has always been one of the things Erwin loves most about you, especially when you pulled up an attitude on him, and he had to show you how you're going to be handled.
You lifted your hips, fucking yourself on his hand, the heel of his palm bumped against your clit as you stuffed your mouth full with his cock, drooling to his balls. Your hands itched behind you, wanting to feel his cock around your hands, how heavenly it felt when Erwin bucked his hips and fucked your fists until his cum spilled everywhere on your body.
But tonight, it's all about you and how Erwin would teach you a lesson.
"Mm, please," you pulled away from Erwin's fat cock, fresh air flared in your lungs as you held your hips up against the restraints around your ankles.
"Please what? Use your words, sweetheart,"
"I need to cum, Erwin. Please," you cried out, thighs twitching from the light smacks of his coated fingers on your clit. Erwin had pulled his fingers out of you, the pad of his fingers gliding over your body to smear your juices around your nipples. Your neglected cunt clenched around nothing, becoming a panting mess under him as his fingers toyed with your tits, leaving a ticklish sensation around your nipples.
Erwin swallowed hard, his throat bobbing just by looking at the pornographic sight of your bound body, how the brush of his fingers made you twitch and arch your back.
Erwin bent down, holding the back of your head to keep it steady on the edge of the bed to fuck your throat again, moaning at the imprint of his tip in your throat. He released the spreader, holding your legs up to get a perfect view of your puckered hole, still stuffed with the butt plug. Sitting on his knees on the edge of the bed, he shifted you to lay flat on your back, your wrists were still tied securely behind you as he dipped his fingers into your heat again, a roguish smile tugged at his lips as your hips bucked against the scissoring motion of his fingers.
Erwin switched positions to kneel beside you on the bed and turned your head to him, poking your lips open with the tip of his cock. You happily obliged, tongue out as he feeds his cock into the heat of your mouth again.
"You love it when you get your holes filled, don't you, sweetheart?" Erwin lets out a breathless laugh as your whimpers vibrate around his shaft, sending shivers up his spine. Erwin knew you love being talked down like this, as much as you love his praises and encouragement.
"Such a filthy girl that I proposed to."
His lips parted in short gasps, shallowly thrusting into your mouth before letting out a lengthy groan, hips twitching from spilling the torrent of his cum into your throat. Tears of pleasure were blurring your vision as he dragged his cock out of your mouth with a filthy pop, your lips and chin glistening with his cum.
You were too dazed to register what was happening when Erwin pushed you to lean against the headboard. Quickly tying the leather cuffs around the post, his sturdy hands bending the underside of your knees as he lowered his face between your thighs, his ragged breath fanning your slick cunt.
"Don't cum until I say so. Do you hear me?"
Without waiting for your response, Erwin leaned in, his tongue lying flat against your slit, closing his mouth around your pussy to devour you. He moaned deeply into your pussy, his head tilting slightly to press the bridge of his nose against your aching clit.
A high-pitched cry escaped your parted lips, it was impossible for you to hold your cum back after being relentlessly teased. His thumb pressed the butt plug, pushing it deeper inside you as he makes out with your pussy, your juices dripping down his chin as he alternated between licking and sucking, his tongue moving in and out of your entrance to lap your juices.
“Please, Erwin- I’m gonna cum. Please,” you warned him, still sensible enough to not stain his unbuttoned shirt, however by the way Erwin’s mouth was still latching between your legs, it was the last thing on his mind.
"Go ahead. Cum in my mouth, sweetheart."
Surprised by his permission, your body finally lets loose after holding back for a good while. Erwin held your legs open, his hands wrapped around your ankles as he devoured your pussy, the vibration of his hums between your slick folds reducing you to a quivering mess under him. His tongue delving in and out of you faster as your pussy clenched, releasing the tension from your body and cum on his face.
He groaned in approval and pressed his lips on your clit before pulling away, giving your pussy a few light smacks with his index and middle fingers and brought his cum-slicked hand to the tip of his painfully hard cock, all the way down to the base, your juices glistened on his chin and dripped to his throat.
"What's with the face, sweetheart?" You pouted at your bound hands, only to be met by his rough grip on your tits, his other hand pulling the butt plug away from you.
"Could you at least please take these off?" whipping your head to meet his smoldering gaze, Erwin clicked his tongue, positioning you however he liked as he sets the cock ring within arms reach. The space beside you were a sight to behold - the cum-stained bedsheets were set like a display along with your toys.
Erwin's stamina is unmatchable in bed, and it'd take you to cum a few times before he finished, and you already know by now when he plans to use his cock ring, you're in for a long night and bed cramps in the morning. But you wouldn't want it any other way, it has been a while since you got down and filthy.
"And why should I do that?"
Erwin spreads your thighs open, his erect cock resting on your inner thigh as his hands wandered everywhere on your body, caressing, pinching, teasing you until you squirm under him, the clinking sound of the leather cuffs around the bed post filled the heated air between you.
"You haven't even apologized for what you did today," a wet slap landed on your clit, your thighs twitched and threatened to close, yet Erwin kept your legs open with his body. His blond hair sticking to his forehead, he hastily threw his shirt away to give you a perfect view of the sweat coating his muscles.
"I have to call off a meeting to take care of the mess you made. You're lucky the head of the team wasn't there,"
You moaned, the image of him jerking off to your explicit video and photos was enough to work you up again. You had caught him in the act a few times, and the sight was so fucking hot you could've just jumped on him to fuck yourself on his cock.
Ah, so that's why Erwin left you on read for one hour.
In his sleek office, his wooden door was shut and locked to indulge in the debauchery of his fiancée. Keeping it at a low volume, Erwin lounged on the chaise, his belt clinked against itself, dress pants hung around his knees as Erwin fucked his fist.
Twisting his wrist from the leaking tip to his base, he squeezed and loosened his grip around his shaft, imagining it was your pussy that was closing around him, his blue eyes glazed over with need at the erotic sight.
"Yes... that's it, sweetheart. Cum for me, come on,"
Speaking to your videos as if you could hear him, he picked up the pace, jerking himself off faster as you neared your climax. His lips parted in a quiet groan as his cum spurted to the ridges of his abs, down to his happy trail, the tissues did little to no job on keeping it clean.
Erwin has never been this restless before. He didn't bother to be subtle about his tension around his subordinates, the traffic only worsen his already thinning impatience. Now that Erwin has you helplessly spread under him, he wouldn't let you get away easily.
"Please... I'm sorry..." blurred with the hazy tears of pleasure and exhaustion, you brought yourself closer to him, your clit bumped against the tip of his cock. Erwin held your hip down, fingers digging into your skin as he rubbed the underside of his cock against your drenched pussy, the friction making you lose what's left of your sanity.
"You can do better than that, sweetheart," his other hand snaked around to roughly knead your ass. He bent down, gently nipping the sensitive bud of your nipple as he rubbed his cock against you, his blue eyes were hanging heavy with lust.
"I'm sorry..."
You tried again, your voice break as he flicked his tongue around your nipple, purposefully wanting you to lose your mind as your whines filled his ears. Erwin repeated this motion, his middle finger pressed against your hole where the butt plug had stretched you open earlier.
"What was that? I can't hear you, sweetheart," you were already falling apart from the teasing and taunting tone. Your walls fluttered around nothing, desperate for his attention still. This time, Erwin kneeled on the bed, still keeping your legs open with his body as his eyes bore into yours.
"Apologize, and maybe I will let you cum on my cock."
"Sorry. I'm sorry... please..." you pleaded, chest heaving as his hand glided over your body, raising goosebumps in its wake. You didn't know how long he had been denying you like this, and only worsened by the familiar buzz on your clit again, still wet with your juice.
He sets the lowest setting, wanting to keep you on the edge but not enough for you to cum all over his cock. He was taking his time - building momentum as his other hand caressed your waist, feeling the light vibration on the tip of his cock as he sets the toy on your poor clit.
As much as the man loves punishing you and made sure you learn your lesson, you know Erwin was also trying to make up for the times lost - he has been distracted with his job and entertaining the important guests, knowing he had neglected the most important thing in his life - you.
Erwin had also missed this - how you laid under him like a feast, covering your skin with the brush of his lips and hands, how the two of you could just get lost in each other. Which is why he took his time with you tonight, doing you however he pleases until you were too worn out to walk.
Your hips spasmed against the vibrator, still slick and wet from your previous orgasm, desperately wanting Erwin to slide his cock into you already. You pleaded with your eyes, fingers aching from how tight you've been gripping the leather cuffs.
"Please, Erwin... just fuck me already. Please."
And that was the breaking point for him. Erwin finally couldn't take it anymore and stuffed you with his thick cock, all wrapped up with the cock ring that you hadn't noticed he had put on.
“Ah- fuck, please, Erwin!”
You yelped, eyes rolled back as he sheathed inside you, groaning from your desperate attempt to fuck him as the leather cuffs left bruises and marks around your wrists.
"Please what?" Erwin rasped, his abs tightened as he looked at his bulge forming on your lower stomach. Unable to resist the temptation, Erwin pressed his palm against your stomach, humming at how your walls tightened around him,
"I'm already inside you, aren't I, sweetheart? What more do you want?" Erwin leaned down to be eye level with you, his cock twitched inside you as his tip brushed against your cervix.
“Fuck into me, please,”
You begged so sweetly for him, and he’s done with the game. Firmly gripping your hips, Erwin began to pound into you in a punishing pace, his thighs slapping your ass as your juices leaked from your used cunt.
“Yeah? This is what you want?” Thrust.
“Hear how wet you are.” Another hard thrust. "Such a naughty girl."
Your whines mingled with his grunts as he pounded you, his hands holding the underside of your knees to keep you open for him, his blue eyes fixed on how easily he slides in and out of your pussy. Your face contorted in pleasure and slight discomfort, still not used to how big Erwin is, even after years of being intimate.
Erwin smacked your ass, his other hand massaged your tits as your walls fluttered around him. His moans were stifled in the crook of your neck as Erwin groaned in relief, coating your insides with his cum. He pulled out to see your juices mixed with his cum dripping out of your hole, and jerked himself off to cum all over your stomach.
He huffed, breathless praises were muffled against your tits as he stroked himself again, reveling in your twitches as you cum. Just when you thought Erwin was done with you, he pulled you by your hips and fucked you again.
"Still not done, sweetheart," Erwin licked and sucked at your nipple, your sweet moans were held back as he brought his cum soaked han to your mouth, demanding you to lap it as he relentlessly rutting his hips into you, the creaking bed and the clinks of the cuffs were drowned out by how wet you are for him.
"Fuck- gonna cum again," you warned weakly. Erwin looked up at you, his breath fanning on your sweat-slick tits.
"Cum for me, sweetheart. I'm not gonna stop," He encouraged, his arm wrapped around your waist to angle your hips in the right way as he fucked himself deeper into you. He had fucked you enough times to know when you're about to cum, his pace stuttering as you cum on his cock again, your juices coating his shaft and leaked out to your inner thighs.
Erwin shallowly thrusted into you and cums for the second time, already approaching his third as he fucked his cum back into you. He rolled your nipples between his fingers, gently pulling on them to make you arch towards him, the new angle hitting your sweet spots just right, making your eyes roll back.
“Look at me when you cum, sweetheart,” Erwin commanded. You forced yourself to hold his gaze, and your lips hung open to catch your breath, already reduced to a cumming mess under him.
"Good girl..."
Smiling at your obedience, Erwin crashed his lips to yours, moaning into your mouth as he cums again, keeping himself buried inside you as you clenched and creamed around his cock. After the haze lifted, Erwin slowly pulled out of you, massaging your sore thighs before getting out of bed, leaving you to catch your break after the fleeting orgasms.
Moments later, Erwin returned to untie your wrists, and cleaning off the mess the two of you had made. You couldn't be more grateful for Erwin's committed gentleness, contrasting with the dominant side of him earlier. He brushed the hair out of your forehead, the heat still emanating from his body and yours, cleaning the playroom was the last thing in his mind.
He lifted you off the silk sheets, this time carrying you to the chaise lounge in the living room, the city lights twinkling from your line of sight. Any apartment buildings that are on the same level as yours would be able to see what was going on inside the condo, yet Erwin didn't mind, you already know he's doing this on purpose. He lowered you on the cushions, his body covering yours as he pecked your lips, still tasted of his cum.
"I hope you're still good to go. We're not sleeping tonight, sweetheart."
You raised your eyebrows in surprise and excitement, bracing yourself to please your fiancé just like he wants it.
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