“do you really think you can take all of me?” with V. Obviously.
Obviously ♡
18+ MDNI
You close your eyes, curling your hands around the edge of the counter in Perpetua's dressing room as his gloved hands reach down to spread your thighs.
"I want you," You whisper, burying your face into his dark curls as he leans down to suckle on the delicate skin of your neck. "Please."
"I don't know, angel..." You can feel his lips curl into a smirk as he breathes into your skin, sending a prickle of heat down your spine. "Do you really think you can take all of me?"
You reach up to grab his face as he lifts his head, smoothing out the porcelain skin with the pads of your thumbs as his mismatched eyes find yours.
"Let me try." You plead, lifting your hips into his as you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck.
"What if I hurt you, hm?" Perpetua sucks on his teeth as your mound grinds against the growing bulge in his pants. "Papa's supposed to take care of his good little devotees."
"I don't care." You pout, leaning on his chest as loose strands of shadowy curls fall to tickle your flushed cheeks.
"Aren't you brave..." Perpetua breathes as he drags his lips along the angle of your jaw, a mocking chuckle escaping them as you writhe beneath him with each teasing kiss he plants on your warm skin. "Okay, angel. As you wish."
You can feel electrified blood rushing to your core as he slips his long, pale fingers beneath the hem of your clothes, helping you to peel each layer from your frame until you're laid bare beneath him.
"Pretty little thing." Perpetua utters under his breath as he studies you before a wicked smile stretches his perfect lips. "Has eyes far bigger than her pretty little holes, though, I'd say..."
You can't look him in his contrasting eyes as your face flushes in embarrassment and lust, your gaze lowering to his chest as you giggle and make a fumbling attempt to unbutton his black silk shirt with your unsteady hands.
"Don't forget to breathe, sweetheart." Perpetua chuckles, his knuckle grazing your cheek as he watches you closely.
"I think I'm breathing too much, actually." You pant, pulling at the silver buckle of his belt as you undo it.
"You're about to pass out, and you haven't even seen me." Perpetua teases. "That's a new record."
"Shut up!" You can't hold back laughter as Perpetua raises his eyebrows at you, taking the tips of his leather gloves between his teeth and pulling before discarding them on the floor.
"Make me, angel." He growls, running his hands along your thighs and grabbing to pull you flush to his body as you slip your fingers beneath his waistband.
You slowly tug at the fabric, a restrained moan escaping your lips as his cock springs free, thick and pulsating as his tip almost grazes his belly button.
"Fuck, Papa..." You whisper, instinctively reaching down to curl your fingers around his gargantuan length and caress the smooth, pink skin of his head with your thumb as he throbs in your hand.
"I tried to warn you, angel." Perpetua breathes, leaning into you as you stroke him. "Do you still think you can take your Papa?"
"Yes, oh, fuck..." You breathe, clenching around nothing as you watch clear drops of precum bead on his perfect tip. "I need you, Papa. I don't care if it hurts."
Perpetua sighs, one corner of his mouth lifting into a weak smile as he reaches down to gather the wetness pooling at your entrance on his thumb and tease your swollen, aching clit.
"Mmm," You hum, grinding your hips into him as he rubs in slow circles, coaxing heat out from your core to your trembling thighs.
"I think you're ready for me, angel." Perpetua sighs, bringing his wet thumb up to his lips to suckle on before relaxing his weight on top of you to pin you to the counter with his hips. "You tell me if it hurts too much, okay?"
You nod as he peppers affectionate kisses all over your face, your shaking legs encircling his waist as he nestles the tip of his cock between your dripping folds.
You dig your nails into his shoulders as he slowly pushes inside you, the thick, swollen head of his cock stretching and tearing your entrance with a piercing sting.
"Fuck, ow-" You hiss, leaning into his firm chest as he cradles your body close to his.
"You're doing so well, sweetheart." Perpetua whispers, inhaling sharply when his praise causes you to tighten around him.
"D-don't stop." You moan, chasing the feeling of being filled to the brim as an aching hunger for him builds in your core.
"I won't, angel." He coos as he slowly sinks into you, reaching up to hold your head when you tilt it back against the wall in ecstasy as your body opens and stretches to accommodate him.
"So good, Papa..." You mumble incoherently as Perpetua chuckles, his breaths ragged as his thighs clench against yours.
"Good girl." He breathes. "You're taking your Papa so well. Just a little more, okay?"
You nod, pressing your lips to his chest and savouring the hint of salt coating his skin as it becomes coated in sweat. "Yes, Papa."
You both whimper when he bottoms out inside you, his cock twitching and throbbing in the tight grasp of your body as he rolls his hips into you, finding and filling each and every crevice.
"Fuck, angel." Perpetua growls. "So good for me."
He slowly draws his hips back, leaving a desperate, dull ache behind in his absence as you long to feel him deep inside you again.
"Please." You whine, clutching and clawing at his arms as a dark chuckle escapes his lips.
"So needy..." He mocks, taking a handful of your hips as he lowers you onto his length once again.
"Papa!" You cry out as his thick cock grinds each and every sweet spot inside you, the sharp twinges of pain drowned out by the overwhelming waves of sweet pleasure washing over your body.
Perpetua holds you firmly in place as he moves his hips in a steady, deliberate rhythm so you can't squirm out of a single inch of him as he pounds into you.
"Look at you taking all of your Papa...I'm so proud of you," He coos, shaking his head he gazes at you in awe. "Are you alright, angel?"
"I-I've never been better, Papa."
This is so so good
