LEY ♡

she/her - im rude and entitled - 20

[prettyley]

about me:

call me Ley; 20, she/her, bi, trilingual, femme, law grad, capricorn; i love iraqi tea

about my blog:

I write for me. You don’t have to consume my content and you don’t have to enjoy it. I write to explore my kinks and new fantasies; I write typically long posts to indulge in my delusions

Don’t stress me out on my own blog

On this blog the content you’ll find:

- soft dom

- fantasy indulgence

- the occasional taboo nsft

- breeding kinks

- jealous/possessive kinks

- degradation

- wlw nsft

and more

my rules:

Mdni! I write 18+ if it isn’t obvious.

Feel free to reblog, like, let me know what you enjoyed about the content I write, I appreciate applause and feedback!

I’m don’t take requests, I don’t think I will but I’m happy to receive asks.

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[prettyley]

“We’re in public.”

“I know,” you reply, drawing circles on the table cloth, a bit worried your nail might get caught on a thread but it hasn’t become an issue yet. Your eyes linger to him, watch him grab his wallet. You give him a knowing smile, “All I said was: I can’t wait for you to fuck me when we get home.”

He smiles knowingly too, one side of his lips stretching higher and you can almost see his teeth. He hasn’t looked at you yet, but he makes eye contact with the waiter to signal that the bill is ready to be processed, slipping his card between the leather book. “Yeah? ‘Can’t wait’?”

You let the waiter collect the tab, then wait to be alone before you begin to trace your nail on the skin of your lover’s hand, “Mhm.. fuck me raw.. use my mouth..”

His chest feels hot and he almost swallows to compose himself. He raises his fingers slightly to dance along with yours that are now playing with the sleeve of his shirt.

Every time he says he’s used to your antics, he never seems to be.

He looks at your nails, admiring the colour you let him pick. His eyes wander to glance at you, keeping his hand occupied with the small touches he leaves on you. “Is that what my pretty girl wants?” He asks rhetorically. “Filled? No rubber? Need me to fuck you?”

You become shy suddenly. Avoiding eye contact and thankfully the waiter comes to provide your lover with the receipt, allowing you some time to collect your thoughts. A brief ‘thank you’ is exchanged between the two men before the waiter indirectly dismisses himself.

Your lover admires your features quietly, a smile on his face at what was your confidence and now bashfulness. Each trait has its moments. “Cmon, let’s get you home so I can give my girl what she wants.”

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Need him to fuck your holes while you’re half asleep? “Look at me, slut. Keep your eyes open, look at how fucking sloppy your cunt gets every time I-“ he thrusts particularly hard, your pussy squelching when his hips meet yours. He loves the gasp and moan that leaves your lips, it just makes him want to ruin you more. “Fucking whore, swallowing my cock like that?”

He’s got such a grip on your neck, you feel light headed. There’s drool and tears covering your face, whatever make up you had on basically faded. He wants your eyes on him, he wants you to see how rough he fucks you and how wet he gets you. He’ll slap your face or tits every time you close your eyes to melt into the pleasure. He pinches your clit to hear your cry, stopping his thrusts in your sore, aching pussy completely when your eyes close just to jolt them open when you realise what you’ve done wrong.

He just laughs,“You want me to let you cum but don’t even follow basic direction.” He strikes your face without warning, small but satisfied smile makes its way onto his lips when he sees tears pool on your waterline again. “Silly girl.”

He made you feel so good, hitting your cervix till you see stars. His cum mixed with your own made its way down your ass and spread along your thighs so long ago. He forced you on your feet to fuck you against the door, your hands behind your back, you swear your legs were trembling and struggling to hold you up. He whispers, “Your eyes stay open and I fuck you till you don’t have a single thought behind them.”

All you can do is nod immediately.

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“Daddy, please,” you were pushing at his shoulders, not using nearly enough force to push him off. But how could you? Your sore, abused hole pulsing around his cock while he allowed your orgasm to subside. Your fourth orgasm for the night. You’re not even sure how long the two of you had been engaging in this, how long he’s been fucking you for, disregarding your stamina because he knows you’ll let him keep going as long as he wants, even with small protests leaving your lips. “Daddy, please. I’m so fucked out..”

The smallest of smiles creeps his face, his already near the base of your neck as he peppers open-mouthed kisses closer and closer to your ear. “I don’t care,” he whispers. “Brainless sluts get fucked.”

You feel his cock twitch when you let out a moan. He smiles into your neck when you begin to feel him rocking his hips again.

“You’re my brainless slut, yeah?” He says, as his arousal builds up again and your nails begin to dig into his shoulders, heat rising to your face.

“Yeah,” you breathe. God, your legs wrap around his torso again, your body having a mind of its own even with how exhausted it is.

“Yeah?” He spits, positioning himself to hover over, “Wanna try that again?

You nod, “Yes, daddy.”

“Good,” he brings a hand down to your stomach, pushing, and when he hears you gasp he can’t help but smile, “I decide when I’m done using these holes.”

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Ovulating so I obviously need him to slap my clit with his dick and tell me he doesn’t care how much I beg or how bad I need him inside me, he’ll fuck me when I’m so so sorry for teasing him all day and have been blaming it on ovulating.

And obviously I’m so sorry because I need him to fuck me like he’s trying to get me pregnant

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Fuck I love when he just grabs my waist and starts fucking himself with my body. I love it when he does it out of nowhere, just reclaims the control he made me think I had, only having that dominance because he let me. So silly to think I could overpower him. My quiet breaths turned into whines that can’t help escaping my lips, the pain from the way he grips my waist just to treat me like a fucktoy, he slams my pussy down on his dick, he loves the way my eyes gloss from how overwhelmed he makes me. “Good girl,” he grins, smacking my cheek, leaving a burning sensation but loving the shriek that leaves my lips, “Good, fucking, girl.”

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He’s so sweet to me I wanna give him head so bad, lick and suck the tip and tease him until he gets frustrated, threatens to push my head down, but he doesn’t need to when I look up at him to lick his dick from the base to the top and watch him let out a breathy chuckle and call me a good girl

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Need him to fuck your holes while you’re half asleep? “Look at me, slut. Keep your eyes open, look at how fucking sloppy your cunt gets every time I-“ he thrusts particularly hard, your pussy squelching when his hips meet yours. He loves the gasp and moan that leaves your lips, it just makes him want to ruin you more. “Fucking whore, swallowing my cock like that?”

He’s got such a grip on your neck, you feel light headed. There’s drool and tears covering your face, whatever make up you had on basically faded. He wants your eyes on him, he wants you to see how rough he fucks you and how wet he gets you. He’ll slap your face or tits every time you close your eyes to melt into the pleasure. He pinches your clit to hear your cry, stopping his thrusts in your sore, aching pussy completely when your eyes close just to jolt them open when you realise what you’ve done wrong.

He just laughs,“You want me to let you cum but don’t even follow basic direction.” He strikes your face without warning, small but satisfied smile makes its way onto his lips when he sees tears pool on your waterline again. “Silly girl.”

He made you feel so good, hitting your cervix till you see stars. His cum mixed with your own made its way down your ass and spread along your thighs so long ago. He forced you on your feet to fuck you against the door, your hands behind your back, you swear your legs were trembling and struggling to hold you up. He whispers, “Your eyes stay open and I fuck you till you don’t have a single thought behind them.”

All you can do is nod immediately.

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Need him to wrap a strong arm around my neck while he’s balls deep from the back, can feel wetness sloppy against my thighs. Loud noises leaving my lips with every thrust and his grunts against my ear now that he has me in a headlock. Grabbing his arm with both hands, accidentally scratching; holding onto dear life with my back on his chest, clenching my pussy around him as he leaves open mouth kisses on my neck.

“Fuck. You like it, slut?” He taunts.

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I love teasing.

Sending naughty pics to the point u gotta be careful opening my texts in public.

Running my nails on the back of ur neck, letting it scrape along ur new hair cut, telling you how pretty you look, and how much prettier you’d look on top of me.

Sending you texts from across the room about how bad I want ur fingers inside me. A villainous smile on my lips as you reach to check your phone as you’re answering your friend’s question. Shooting me a warning look immediately.

Leaving kisses on your neck at random times, licking the homemade dip off your finger tips, picking at your belt buckle, pressing my chest against yours when I hug you so you feel my tits.

Light giggles after making crude comments that you least expect. Im not wearing anything under this. I need you. I wanna touch you. I wanna to show you how good you look, baby. Whispering them in your ear to raise goosebumps, watching your eyes look for the nearest exit to get us alone.

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There’s nothing in this world I love more than quiet boys.

He doesn’t talk much, he greets the receptionist at the gym counter, talks to his gym friends about what muscle group he’s going to target today before ignoring everyone. Sipping his energy drink and looking of into the distance, dissociating as he thinks about how pretty you looked with your legs over his shoulder, whimpering his name with every long, deep thrust he gave you. Telling you how beautiful you look taking him whole, grinning when you can’t thank him for the compliment because of his big hand making its way around your throat.

[prettyley]

Hello I'm Sorry if this offends you, I'd like you to be my sugar baby, just letting you know my intentions Incase you will be interested…we could talk terms and weekly allowance later...just basically paying for your time ....no sexual relationship.. 1000bucks weekly allowance.. Send DM if interested.

You should be sorry, wtf

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“I fucking missed you”

“y-you did?”

“Mhm, I missed my princess.”

As if you couldn’t melt more, with your face feeling hot it wasn’t like you could sink further into the mattress; your knees were already at your ears and your pussy was being stuffed all full and warm by the love of your life. Cum leaking out and dripping on the towel placed underneath you. Tears keep threatening to fall down your cheeks and it’s difficult to tell if it was how well your holes are being bullied or from the endearments.

“Miss my pussy, miss my princess,” as the thrusts are met with the sound of skin slapping and your thighs burn from how hard they’re being held open. “I think–“ is then met with a slap to your pussy, you shriek and cry and you’re only met with an entertained laugh and a thumb pressed on your clit, “–Yeah, that’s right she misses me too.”

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"How many?"

"What?"

"How many guys fucked my pussy?"

He was angry, surely it's not like he didn't talk to any girls so you were confused as to why he was so pissed. A little friends with benifits, you both have a little crush on each other, always flirting but never having enough courage to reveal the truth. He gets a little grumpy when someone tries to hit on you and you get a little mean when another girl plays with the back of his hair. Ok, sure, he's got his arm wrapped around you at parties and you hold his drink when he needs to get something from his car, and sure maybe you let him eat you out on the top of your kitchen counter until he makes you see stars and sure you've cried as he fucks to into you as you ride him like you don't have somewhere to be tomorrow. And, like, maybe he's finger fucked you to the point you have to beg him to stop, and he promises he will but the smirk on his face mixed the fake soothing of his voice tells you he's nowhere near done. He'll fuck you like he's in love with you, and you cream on his cock like a loving wife but you're both silly.

You two accidentally ghosted each other- ok well, you didn't text him back after he asked for his hoodie and he was just too stubborn to double text so-

What like two months passed?

Silly girl. Loyal to her silly situationship. A silly friends with benefits.

"None- no one, I-" you compose yourself, why on earth is he being so possessive, "you shouldn't even care, I'll let anyone I want fuck me."

He's calm. But it's just an act, he's fuming on the inside.

"You got it wrong, baby... This pussy," he smacks your cunt, automatically making your thighs clench around his hand, now allows him to cup your most sensitive parts. His palm rough on your clit and his fingers threatening the entrance of your hole. "This pussy belongs to me."

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hubby 💗: you need to behave

you giggle, kicking your feet and wiggling your toes as an amused smile plasters itself on your face.

God, did you love causing trouble. Watching the little grey dots and bubbles on your phone the anticipation just builds. A little brat you are.

hubby 💗: fuck..

hubby 💗: you know I’m at work.

Of course you knew he was at work, that’s why you sent him that video of your knees to your chest and your fingers pulling out of your self-abused pussy, revealing a stream of white cum making its way down to your asshole. Your pussy’s clenching around nothing, missing the feeling of being full already. Your moans dying down and turning into short breaths.

Of course you knew he was at work, that’s why you ended your gift with a soft “I miss you, daddy” your hole still gaping, desperately trying keep the cum in but only allowing it to fall onto your bedsheets quicker, creating a small puddle that’ll need to be cleaned.

It’s motivation, you tell him.

Hubby 💗: you’re in so much trouble when I get home

Your smile grows, and so does the anticipation.

Hubby 💗: I’m going to ruin you.

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“Shh, cmon baby, keep it down.”

It’s not on purpose. Yet when you keep jolting and bucking your hips up and your eyes keep threatening to roll back with every thrust of his cock that kisses your cervix. You’re looking at him with sad, teary eyes and he keeps telling you to stay quiet, any sound that escapes your lips that is above an airy moan or a whispered gasp is met with his hand tightening around your neck.

“Mm!”

“You want me to make you cum, princess? Need you to stay quiet for Daddy,” he leans down to place kisses on your cheek, bed moving with his thrusts as another quiet moan escapes your lips, “Your parents’ll kill me, baby.”

Corrupting their precious girl. Climbing in through her window to give her that good dick. Fucking you on your desk, over your work material. Fucking you against the wall of your bedroom door and against the window; your nipples cold against the glass as he has to coax you constantly to keep your voice down; wanting nothing more than to feel your pussy clench around his dick, fuck his cum deeper into you, make you feel so good the way you deserve; but also keep his head on his shoulders.

“I can’t,” you breathe out, feeling his nose on your neck as he leaves little kisses on your shoulder. Your body jolts as he bully’s his cock past your tight walls, “b-baby–“

He continues his feathery touches, but his grip around your throat tightens once again, “Can’t fuck this perfect pussy if you’re too loud, my love.” He speaks in whispers but his words echo through your head.

My love. You clench down on his cock, hips bucking at the endearment as a low groan passes his lips.

“Fuck… that’s my good girl.”