Hi, I was wondering if you could do a fae smut, y/n is with her boyfriend and she's like super needy for him and they go wild??? Thx in advance
Fairy Blood
You woke up feeling hot. Like you were feeling that your insides were on fire. You knew exactly what was happening. You were experiencing a short of “in-heat” situation. For fairies, which is what you were, it only happened when they felt so elated and comfortable with their partners.
Some fairies never find their soulmates. You were fortunate enough to have met your mate a year ago. He knew that you were fae, and that you kept your fae form hidden from most people. This was, however, your first time experiencing a heat cycle, for lack of a better term, with him, though. You weren’t sure why now, but whatever the case, it was happening.
You turned to the right, not finding your boyfriend. Your eyebrows came together, as a sweet sensation started in your core. Gingerly, you brought your fingers to graze over your crotch. You moaned, finding your core to be extra sensitive this morning. Carefully, you got out of bed.
Your boyfriend was in the kitchen. He was cooking something; you couldn’t see what, but to be honest, you didn’t care either. You walked into the kitchen. Instantly, his head snaped up, and he looked over at you.
“Something is different about you,” he said.
You whined, putting your hands around his arm. “Babe!” you whined.
He chuckled. “What’s wrong?”
“Babe,” you repeated, pulling on his arm, away from the food he’d been cooking.
“Wait! The stove is on,” he said, turning the knobs and turning the stove off.
“I don’t care!” you said, your whine lasting longer.
He laughed, as you pulled him until your back was at the counter. Putting your hands on the counter, you jumped up, sitting on the counter. Your legs moved around his waist, pulling him closer to you.
“Please,” you whimpered, your hands pressed onto his chest. “Please, please.”
“Hmmm,” he hummed, his hands moving around your waist. “Is my pixie feeling needy?”
“Yes,” you answered, gasping as the zipper pressed into your core. “Please, please.”
Your bottom lip disappeared between your teeth, your ankles hooking onto his back, and pulled him closer. He smiled, leaning into your neck, his lips hoovering over your neck. He flexed his hips, causing the zipper of his jeans to rub into your core.
“Babe!” you gasped, your head falling back.
“You like that, baby,” he asked, his hands pulling you closer to his pelvis, as he flexed into your core. “You like me teasing you?”
“Please!” you gasped out.
He lifted your nightgown, his hands caressing up your thighs. His lips touched your neck, making you hum. Then he kissed your shoulder, as his hands moved your night gown up your torso. Your tongue came out to lick your lips, as your boyfriend took off your nightgown.
Your nipples were erect, waiting for him to take them into his mouth. Your boyfriend noticed. He smiled, looking up at you. His bottom lip disappeared in between his teeth, as his fingers came up. his fingers flicked your right nipple, the sensation traveling right down your spine and into your core.
“You’re so sensitive today, love,” he said, his head coming down to take your nipple in his mouth, his tongue playing around it.
You moaned, you fingers tangling in his hair. The fingers of his right hand moved down your hip, over your thigh, and pressed right into the gusset of your panties. His knuckles pressed into your clit, and you whimpered at how powerful the pleasant sensation was. His teeth nibbled on your pert, little nipple, and your fingers tightened in his hair a little.
“Do you think I can make you cum?” he asked.
“Oh, probably,” you answered.
He moved to your right nipple, suckling it right away. His fingers moved into the hem of your panties, pressing into your clit. You cried out, electric pleasure rippling through your body. His fingers were covered in your slick, ad your body reacted to every little movement of his hand.
Pleasure coursed through your body as he rubbed your hard, little nub with the pads of his fingers. His mouth left your breast, kissing a trail down your stomach. Anticipation mixed with pleasure, and your whimpered.
Then he was between your legs. Your knees were placed on his shoulders, his right hand moved the gusset of your panties. His left hand moved over your thighs. He buried his nose in your core, and inhaled your sent. His nose pressed against your clit, causing you to gasp. The fingers of his left hand separated your folds, and his tongue licked up your slit and flicked your nub.
His lips enclosed around your clit, and he started suckle. White hot jolts of pleasure shot through your body. Your moans were so loud now, your body trembling. Your hips moved against his mouth, as his tongue pressed into your sensitive nub. Your knees lifted slightly, a knot of pleasure tightening in your gut.
“Oh my…yes, yes, yes…please…I’m so…” you stammered.
The flat part of his tongue pressed into your nub, his hands locking together on your stomach, and he moved his head from side to side. The friction of his lips on your clit was overwhelming, and you cried out in pleasure. Your hips moved slightly, adding to your pleasure, and your climax hit you.
Your release was instant and hard. Your hips jerked, your body trembling. Your fae spirit came out when you climaxed, the first time you’d ever lost control of it. Your skin changed to a pink hue, your hair a bright purple, and your essence engulfed you and your boyfriend. He inhaled your essence, and his eyes darkened. He moaned, eyes closing, and he was instantly hard, rock-hard.
His eyes opened. They were unfocused. He stood up, looking right at you. He put two fingers in his mouth, soaking them with his saliva, and then he pushed them into your entrance. You gasped, moving against him hand.
“Oh yes, oh please,” you begged, as he pumped his fingers in and out. “I want to cum! I want to cum so bad!”
Your boyfriend gripped your hips and turned you onto your stomach. He lifted your hips up so you were on your knees, before he pushed his fingers not your cunt. He pumped his fingers fast, curling them inside your, pressing right into your spot.
You screamed, the feeling of your climax feeling different than the last one. This seemed intense, stronger, pleasure jolting you onto your forearms. Your eyes closed, your screaming getting louder and louder.
“You wanna cum, baby girl?” your boyfriend asked, his voice different with lust. “You wanna cum?”
“Yes!” you shouted.
He started pumping his fingers faster, harder. The tension in your gut tightened making you vocalize louder, longer. The fingers of his free hand slapped your clit in time with his pumping fingers. The intensity of your climax was surprising, and very intense.
“FUCK!” you screamed.
Your body tensed as your climax hit you hard. A steady stream of moisture shot out of your core. You whimpered, your body trembling, your mind fogging up. His mouth returned to your core, suckling on your oversensitive nub.
You sobbed, trying to move away from his mouth. His hands gripped your waist, and pulled you back towards his mouth. He suckled on your core for a few seconds, making you cry out. Then his mouth disappeared, you herd his jeans being undone, and then his hard member was pressed against your entrance.
His member was rock-hard, solid, and so much bigger than you remembered. He pushed into your slick, slippery cunt, and it was his turn to whimper. He pushed his hips into your backside. His arms moved around your waist, his forehead touching your back.
That lasted a second, before he disappeared from your back. He pulled out of you and pushed back in. he started slow, and in a few seconds, he was pounding into you. His fingers gripped your waist, before moving down to rub against your clit.
Your body tensed, as you moaned his name over and over. He bucked into you, pressing into your spot. Stimulation from within, as well as on your nub, had you seeing stars. Screaming his name, your third climax came, making your body shake.
Your passage convulsed around his pumping member. Your legs trembled, threatening to give out on you. Your boyfriend grunted, his thrusts turning sloppy for a second, before returning to a stead rhythm. Your overly sensitive passage trembled, feeling overstimulated.
Your boyfriend pulled out, turned you onto your back again. You looked at him, his eyes dark, pumping his weeping member. His member was angry, veiny, and painful. One hand pushed at your knees, before he pushed his member into your entrance. Your back arched off the counter, as you felt him grip your waist.
“Oh god! I can’t! I can’t cum anymore!” you shouted.
Your hands moved to grip his hands, and he grabbed your arms. The hold of your arms afforded him the ability to use you as leverage. He moved faster, harder, leaving you helpless to the pleasure coursing through your body.
He grunted, his thrusts turning sloppy again, his face contorting in pleasure. He let go of one of your hands, and rubbed your clit fast, making you climax a fourth time, suddenly. You screamed, your whole body convulsing this time, before you felt hot jets of cum into your cervix.
His eyes cleared suddenly, as he looked down at you. Your face was red, sweaty, catching your breath. His member softened, and he pulled out of your abused passage. You sobbed at the sensation of his shaft moving out of you.
“You’re pink,” he said, as he helped you sit up. “You’re gorgeous, pixie.”
“I’m exhausted,” you answered, leaning into him, feeling limp.
“Yeah,” he said, stepping out of his pants.
He picked you up, taking your panties completely off, and carrying you back to bed. You turned to curl into your boyfriend, who held you tight.
“What the fuck happened to me?” he asked, kissing the top of your head.
“My essence,” you answered groggily. “Sorry. Most of the time I can control it, but every now and then, especially when I’m in my cycle, I can’t.”
“Is that why you’re pink?” he asked, as you looked up at him.
“Yes,” you answered, nodding. “This is my fae form. I usually hide it to fit in.”
“Don’t hide it from me,” he said, kissing your forehead. “I love your fae form.”
You smiled, nodded, and rested your head on his chest. Together you dozed off for a much needed nap.
Hi. It’s been a while I know, but I’ve had a tragedy in my family. my mother was diagnosed with cancer, and i had to drop everything except my classes to take care of her. Last month she passed away, and I’ve been trying to heal and grieve all at the same time. To those of your who have requested stories, I’m sorry for the wait, and I will be as quick as i can. Thanks for the continued patience and support. Writing for you guys will keep me in the long run, I’m sure.
Okay can I request a jack Kline smut? He’s a character from supernatural. Like a Dom! Jack X reader? Not anything too rough though. Just like dirty talk, hair pulling, or something like that
Ok, so I haven’t kept up with this season of Supernatural, so my story might not be cannon. I can’t watch it yet, because it’s the last season, and my heart isn’t ready for it. I hope this is ok, and that you like it.
Jack Kline looked up at you, as you talked to Sam and Dean, and while Castiel was trying to get his attention. You were laughing at something that Sam said, and he was surprised to find how much he enjoyed the sound of your laughter, even if he did hate that it was directed at someone besides him. He turned to Castiel, who was looking at him curiously.
“I feel funny,” Jack said, turning his head to the side. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before.”
“What’s funny?” Castiel asked, his brow furrowing.
“You know Y/N?” Jack asked, his eyes moving towards you fleetingly, before he turned back to Castiel. The angel nodded, and Jack sighed. “I want to…” He smirked, before looking up into Castiel’s eyes. “I want to sleep with Y/N.”
“Jack now isn’t the time,” Castiel said, rather exasperated.
“No the time for what?” Dean’s eyes moved from Jack to Castiel’s.
“Sex,” Jack said, his mouth grinning sideways.
“Oh, I disagree,” Dean said, leaning his hip against the desk, and crossing his arms across his chest. He had his own roguish grin on his face, looking from Jack to you, where Jack was looking. “There is ALWAYS time for sex.” Dean’s eyebrows raised repeatedly, a knowing look on his face. “Go get that girl.”
“Dean, don’t encourage this—”
Jack tuned him out though, as he walked over to you. You looked up at him, just as he came to a stop, next to you. He held out his hand for you, and you furrowed your brow. He smiled at you, nodding towards his hand, and you took it slowly. That grin turned sideways, and he pulled you towards his room.
“Yeah!” Dean shouted, before he turned to Sam and Castiel. “We should leave them alone. I don’t’ want to hear him having sex.”
Jack laughed, as he closed the bedroom door. He pushed you into the door, following his instincts now. His arms moved around your waist, as he started to kiss your lips. You didn’t know much about Jack, except that he was always giving you heated looks, and little smirks. It looked to you, like he was finally going to act on his feelings.
“Jack,” you whispered, your hands pushing his chest slightly. “Jack, what are you doing?”
“This is called kissing,” he said, sounding sarcastic. You didn’t know he knew how to be sarcastic. “Because I’m going to fuck you into the bed.” Your eyes widened. You didn’t think he knew how to swear that way either. “I’m going to bend you over the side of the bed there,” he said, his eyes moving towards the bed, as his lips touched your neck, “lick pussy, your ass,” his lips moved up your neck, over your jaw, his fingers gliding up your back, under your t-shirt, “slip my fingers into your pussy and make you cum all over them.”
“Jack,” you whimpered, heat pooling in your center at his words.
“Then I’m going to slam my cock into your pussy until you cum all over it.” His hands pulled your t-shirt off, leaving you in your bra. “I’m going to slip my thumb into your ass, and keep moving my cock in and out of your pussy until you cum again and again, and one more time for good measure.”
You pressed your knees together, feeling slick down in your core suddenly. His teeth nibbled your bottom lip, as his clever fingers worked the back clasp of your bra. It fell from your body, and his eyes moved from yours, down to your perky breasts. His hands came up, cupping the weight of your breasts, his thumbs running over your pert nipples. You moaned softly, your bottom lip disappearing in between your teeth.
“You have such perky little breasts, Y/N,” he said, running his tongue over his lips. “Your nipples are so hard. You’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you? You’re getting turned on by what I told you, aren’t you, naughty girl?”
“Hmmm, yes,” you answered, as his lips kissed the swell of your breasts. His lips closed around your right nipple, as his fingers ghosted down your back, and into your jeans to squeeze the globes of your ass. “Jack.”
Your fingers touched his stomach, under his shirt, and you pulled it off of him. He detached himself from your breast long enough to take his shirt off. When he came back to your chest, he took your other nipple into his mouth. Your fingers found their way into his hair, and your head fell back, moaning loudly, as your heat became even wetter.
Jack moved his hands down to his jeans, and he undid them. They pooled at his feet, leaving him in his underwear. Then his hands moved to your jeans, and he undid them. However, he hooked is fingers into the hem of your pants, as well as your panties. He pulled them both down, helping you step out of them.
“Look at you, so wet and ready for me, aren’t you?” He laughed, as he turned your back to face him, and he pushed you towards the bed. He bent you over the side off the bed, and you turned to look at him, eyes wide. “I told you I was going to do this, didn’t I?” he said, as his hand smacked your ass.
You yelped, as your ass jiggled, and he smiled. His fingers gripped your ass cheeks, and he squeezed them. He pulled them apart, watching the pretty pink flesh of your pussy opening to him. He hummed in pleasure, as his member started to harden. He licked his forefinger, and pressed it against your ass.
“Look at your pretty little pussy, Y/N,” he said, his lips so close to your lips. “I can’t wait to taste your tight little cunt.”
His tongue touched your core, and you yelped again. He chuckled, as he lapped at your pussy, ending with a flick of your clit. You moaned, falling down onto your elbows. Your face buried on the bed mattress, as he licked up your pussy again. Then his finger was pressing into your entrance, pushing past the muscles of your cunt. Your back arched, as you gasped, moaned, and whimpered. He pushed his finger into you slowly, as his lips caught your clit.
“Jack!” you yelped, as his finger curled into you. He touched your spot, causing your legs to tremble, but he stopped moving his fingers and sucking on your clit. “Jack, please!” you begged, so close to your climax.
“Please what, Y/N?” he asked, grinning against your pussy lips.
“Make me cum!” you shouted.
Like he was waiting for you to say something, his fingers pumped in and out of you, hitting your spot every time, moving fast and hard. You screamed, the pleasure of the friction of his fingers in your passage being too much. Your legs began to shake, and a tightness in your gut started. His name came off of your lips repeatedly, like a mantra. Finally, with one more pump of his fingers, your walls clenched around them, and your legs gave out on you. Your stomach landed on the bed, your legs splayed out, shaking with your orgasm.
“Oooh, your little cunt is milking my fingers, baby,” he said, as his hand slapped your clit.
You yelped, your orgasm making your clit sensitive. “Jack!” you begged.
You felt Jack’s hands on hour hips, pulling you up onto the bed, your knees on the bed, your ass facing him. He pulled you up onto your hands, as he dropped his boxers. He moved up behind your, aligning himself to your cunt. The head of his cock was red, and angry, and so ready to be buried deep in your passage. He pushed into your, slowly, and you groaned out his name. His hand grabbed a fist full of your hair, and he pulled your head back, arching your back down, and he slammed the rest of his cock into you.
“Shit, fuck!” you yelped, loving the burn of his thick cock in your tight pussy. “Fuck, fuck, Jack, please!”
He pulled your hair harder, as he moved down to your ear. “Don’t swear like that baby,” he ordered, as he flexed his hips right into your spot.
“Sh…oh my god, Jack, yes, please, just like that!” you begged, as he pulled out, and slammed back in, flexing his hips against yours.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he said, grunting as your passage tightened around him, feeling very overstimulated. “Your tight little pussy is taking me in so well.” His thumb came down to your ass, and he spanked you, making your ass jiggle. “I love watching your ass. Look at it jiggle,” he said, smacking your ass again. You moaned, his hand still pulling your hair. “You like this, don’t’ you my little slut.”
“Yeeees,” you moaned, as he slammed into you again and again. You felt your walls tremble around him, and you knew you were so close to your second orgasm. “Jack, please, please make me cum, please. I’m so close.”
“You’re my good little girl,” he said, slamming into you, at just the right angle.
Your body tensed, and you moaned loud as your second orgasm hit you hard. Jack gritted his teeth, keeping still inside you, as you clenched around his hard cock. It took everything in him not to spurt his cum into you at that time. You whimpered, and once your passage stopped clenching around him, he started moving inside you again.
His thrusts this time were sloppy, and when he pulled your hair, it was because his muscles were tensing. He was so close to his own climax, and he wanted you to be ready with your next one too. He took his two fingers, and pushed them into your ass, pumping them in and out, in time with his thrusts. His free hand came down, and rubbed your sensitive clit in circles.
“Jack, Jack!” you whimpered, the sensation sending soft, pins and needles into your core. You were sure you couldn’t cum again. “Jack!”
He thrust harder, faster, his hips stuttering into yours. Sweat slicked his body, and yours as well. The harder he pushed, the more slick he became. He pulled you up, by pulling your hair gently. Then he took your arms, and put your back to his chest, one hand around your throat, squeezing slightly. His hips thrust incredibly fast, and you were sure you were going to pass out from the pleasure.
“One more time,” Jack pleaded. “Cum for me one more time.”
You were just waiting for him to tell you to cum, and as soon as he did, you exploded around him. This time he pushed into your pussy once, pulled out, and turned you around to face him. Your mouth opened, and Jack emptied himself into your mouth with a grunt for each ejaculation. Your body was trembling, and you could feel your pussy pulsing with your orgasm. When he was done, he let you go, and you fell back on the bed, exhausted.
“Are you ok?” he asked, lying next to you.
“Can we do this again,” you asked, turning to put your head on his chest.
“Most definitely.” He looked down at you, and smiled. “But next time, you’re cumming four times before I finish, do you understand?”
“Yes,” you answered, anticipating the next coupling.
Kinda interested to see if I’d get any responses for this! I’ll answer when I get back from my trip on Monday. Also unrelated but more art and commissions will be posted soon!
“Avoid our places. Sleep in other spaces.
But nothing changes. It should be simple.
I’m replacing you with other people.”
Other People by Amber Liu (2019)
psa: i love mark tuan. he is a beautiful, beautiful man that deserves the world and his smile is honestly sunshine and i love the way his smiles always reach his eyes and when he gets excited, you can almost see the energy pulsing through him like he’s almost vibrating. i love the sound of his voice; it’s deep and comforting, and he does such wonderful things with it, whether he’s showing his talent for rap or capturing your heart when he sings (just right member switch vers. will always be memorable for me because i remember my heart fluttering just hearing him sing). i love how passionately he devotes himself to his craft, and how he seems to get better and better with every performance and comeback. i love his songs; his musical colors are so interesting to listen to, and i sincerely wish that we’ll get to see more of his work integrated into group projects; i know he’s got some gems in his pocket to show us. i wish jyp stopped making him say corny shit. i love his versatility; he can be the stern eldest of the group congratulating jaebeom on his growth as a leader, but he can also play with the youngest members and fit right in; he can set his chin on jaebeom’s shoulder like he owns a piece of real estate there and he just seems to belong, wherever he goes. i love that he’s so indulgent and loving toward his fans; he clearly thinks of us as friends, and he chastises us; he humors our oddities; it’s a tit-for-tat competition for who can be more loving toward the other. no mark stan feels unloved, and that is so so admirable. if i hadn’t already sworn my soul to im jaebeom, mark tuan might’ve been my bias. but i love him anyways.
It is a baby. A young, inexperienced baby that might throw up on your shirt and cause you to lose sleep at night but you love it all the same and will patiently feed it and tuck it into bed at night with a kiss no matter what happens.
You do not call a baby stupid or awful because they are new to the world and do not have the ability or knowledge to function on their own. Instead, you nurture and teach them so they grow up smart and strong and capable.
Such it is with a first draft. A first draft is not bad because it needs care and attention. Don’t insult it because it is newly written down with ideas that are not yet fully formed. In fact, that is the reason why it is AMAZING. It’s a DRAFT! The FIRST one for the story! LOOK at it! It exists! It is ALIVE! And it is YOURS, this story you made.
So be proud of your first draft baby and, most importantly, be proud of yourself.
Y/N orders a bondage kit, unknown to her boyfriend, and it arrives in the mail the day he gets back from a business trip. An hour prior to his return, she gets them and decides she'll test them out beforehand. She wasn't sure what surprises the kit had until she saw entryway restraints. With the bondage set firmly over the door, she climbed into the straps and then realized she was stuck. Make it a passionate, filthy smut by all means. Y/N can be interpreted in second person. Bf name your choice
A small, discreet, brown, cardboard box was waiting for you, outside of your apartment. The only giveaway as to what might be in the box was on the shipping label with your address, and the company name. In boring black letters against a white background, the words Willy Wonka’s Kink Factory were at the top, with your name and address at the bottom.
Today was your day off, and the reason it was your day off was because tonight, your boyfriend was coming home from an out of town business meeting, and you had wanted to prepare a sweet, romantic, if somewhat risqué homecoming. With the arrival of the box, however, you were wondering if your night might take a naughtier turn.
You had ordered several things from that website, with the intent of easing your boyfriend into dominating you. One of your little secrets was that you loved bondage, and being restrained. As a result, you had ordered several restraints from Willy Wonka: silk ropes, spreading bars, shackles, silk ropes, handcuffs, and, once your boyfriend was into the idea of dominating you, an entryway restraint kit.
You felt your heart beating faster in your chest, as you picked up the box. Several things clattered inside the box, and your smile grew. You hoped the handcuffs had come in, so that you could ask your boyfriend to handcuff you to the bed. Gripping the box to your chest, you turned and walked back into the house.
Carefully, you opened the box, and received a shock. Not restraints. The box contained the entryway restraint kit. You could feel yourself start getting wet at the though of him overstimulating you, and you helpless to stop him. You moaned softly, as your fingers glided over the straps.
Taking the kit up to the bedroom, you took out the whole kit. You saw the two straps that went in the doorway, the two long straps that united in the seat, two straps for the knees, and two straps for the hands.
You put the straps with the bars for the door in place on the bathroom door, and then you attached the seat of the restraints. Your bottom lip disappeared in between your teeth, and you smiled. Next, you attached the arm straps and the knee straps.
Once the whole thing was assembled, your hand disappeared into your sweatpants, and you allowed your fingers to graze your hard clit, and you moaned. Your entrance was soaking, dripping, and you were so fucking needy right then. You wanted your boyfriend home, because you wanted him to look at that kit, and just fuck you into oblivion.
You lied back on the bed, and lowering your sweats and panties, and your knees fell apart. your fingers found your hard, little nub, and you rubbed it in small circles, as you stared at the restraints. You moaned, your head falling back, before your fingers pushed into your entrance. You flexed your hips into your fingers, and you pumped your fingers into your passage.
Your mouth fell open, and you imagined yourself hanging in the restraints, your boyfriend pounding into you, his hands on the doorframe. Your passage clenched on your fingers, causing you to moan. Before you made yourself climax, though, you stopped.
You pulled your fingers out of yourself, and you walked over to the restraints, and tested your weight on the seat. Biting your lip, you took off your top, and bra, and put one foot through one strap. You hauled yourself up by the arm restraints, and put your other foot through the strap, and you sat down on the seat. You put your arms through the armholes, and tested your reach with them.
You had almost no give to the restraints, and the leg restraints had you wide open. You felt so deliciously exposed. You gripped the arm restraints, and tried to pull yourself out of the leg straps, but you couldn’t. Every time that you lifted her legs, the straps would come up too, and you were having a hard time pulling your arms through the arm straps too. Your eyes widened, as you realized that you were stuck in this thing. The front door opened, and slammed shut, and your eyes widened even more.
“Y/N!” your boyfriend, Charles called through the house.
“Shit!” you whispered, pulling on the restraints. “Shit, shit, shit!”
“Y/N!” he called, sounding closer. His heavy footsteps landed outside the room, and you kicked your legs. “Y/N, babe, are you in there?”
“Don’t come in here!” you shouted.
“What?” he asked, sounding amused.
The door opened, and his eyes landed on you in the bathroom door. His eyes widened, as they traveled from your full breasts down to your wide-open pussy, dripping onto the floor. He took in a ragged breath, as he made his way to you.
Your breathing quickened, as he stood in between your open legs, his hands resting lightly on your knees. “What do we have here?” he whispered, his breath wafting in your face. “I didn’t know you were into this, my love.”
His hands travelled up your knees, in a feather light touch, sending shivers up your body. Your eyes widened, his fingertips making their way, slowly, to your core. Your nerve endings tingled, and his lips touched your neck. You moaned ever so softly.
His fingers ghosted over your swollen clit, and you jolted in your harness. Your boyfriend clicked his tongue against his teeth in a disappointed sound. You locked eyes with him, and he gave you a rather sadistic grin.
“Have you been playing with yourself, little girl?” he asked, his tone low and dark. You moaned loudly, nodding your head. “Now, you have to be punished, you know that right?” You whimpered, and you nodded.
Charles turned to your side of the bed, and walked right to your nightstand. Your eyes widened, when you saw that he was going for your sex toys drawer. You didn’t think he knew about those. He pulled out a wand, and turned back to face you.
“Don’t you look just so damn delicious hanging there, legs wide open for me,” he said, walking over to you. “I wonder how long you can last.”
With that Charles turned on the wand to the highest setting, and you held your breath. This was going to be amazing. He grabbed one of the straps from your knee, and he pressed the wand right into your dripping core. Your head fell back as jolts of pleasure shot right through your core and up your spine. You cried out, as all your muscles tensed. You wanted to grab him, but the restraints didn’t let you.
“Charles!” you cried out, your body shaking.
There was no warning. One second the knot in your gut appeared, the next second it snapped, and your whole body convulsed. For two seconds, he moved the wand away from you, before he put it back onto your sensitive clit. Sharp little pins and needles sensation shot through your core, and you gasped, as your body kept right on shaking.
“I love the way your body shakes, love,” he said, his voice deep, and husky. “You look so fucking hot, hanging there, not able to move.” You whimpered, squirming as he pressed the wand harder into your clit. “Look at you, so fucking strung out. Are you going to cum again, baby girl?”
“Oh god, yes!” you shouted, head falling back.
Your body straightened out in the harness, and your world exploded behind your eyes. Your body convulsed, as your arms pulled n the harness. Your world turned white, and you screamed. Without taking his clothes off, Charles pulled down his zipper, and pulled out his rock-hard, angry, thick, red cock.
As the cold air in the room licked the head of his cock, Charles hissed in pleasure, and before he moved in between your knees. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down along your entrance, and you moaned. Once perfectly lubricated, he pushed himself past the resistance of your entrance. The head of his thick cock breached your body, stretching your entrance. Taking it incredibly slowly, he pushed himself into you, allowing you to feel every inch of his hard member.
“Ooooooh,” you breathed, hitching your knees as close to his waist as the harness allowed. “You feel so good, Charlie,” you breathed.
His eyes were glued to the spot where your body was sucking him in. “You are just sucking me into your body,” he said, his head falling back. “You’re body just fits me like a fucking glove.”
“Charlie,” you breathed, as he pulled out, just as slowly as he went in, and pushed himself back into your body.
You groaned, your face contorting with pleasure, while Charles bottomed out inside you. You felt so goddamn full. His thumb found your little clit, and rubbed it hard. Your already stretched passage clenched around your boyfriend’s hard cock, and you moaned. His head fell back, his mouth open in a silent moan, as his hips stuttered right into yours. His hands gripped the straps of the harness, and he used the leverage to move harder, and faster into your body.
You let out a guttural moan, as Charles’s cock rubbed against your sensitive passage, and you were helpless, hanging there in the harness. His hands left the harness to caress up your body, and he lovingly caressed your body. He slammed into you, as his hands moved up your sides to cup your breasts.
You felt your gut tightening, and you gasped, as your eyes fluttered shut. Your passage trembled, and Charlies pinched your nipples. Then you tightened around him, climaxing hard. You yelped, as your body convulsed. His hard member twitched inside you, and then his hot cum shit inside you. He grunted with each ejaculation, and you felt his hot cum coating your cervix. You moaned, your body twitching in pleasure.
“Holy fucking shit,” he said, as he continued to move against you.
His hands quickly removed his button down, before he pulled out of you. He removed his clothes, before he turned to look at you. With a grin, he held the harness straps in place, while you pulled your legs out of them. Your legs were shaking, and when you tried to stand up, you stumbled into Charles’s arms.
“Where did this thing come from?” he asked, as he hoisted you up into his arms. He lied you down, kissing you softly. “I think it’s my new favorite sex toy.”
“I didn’t know you would be into it. I had planned on starting you off with handcuffs, on me of course.”
“Hmmm,” he said, as he moved in between your knees. “You are such a wonderful girlfriend,” he said, kissing your neck, and down your chest. His hands moved down your sides, caressing you, as he continued to kiss you sweetly. “I’m so in love with you,” he sucked on your neck, your collarbone, your breasts. “You’re so amazing.”
He rubbed his member against your clit, and you moaned. “Charlie, I can’t,” you whispered. “Please don’t make me cum anymore. I can’t.”
He pushed into your entrance, and your back arched off the bed. His hands gripped the bend of your knee, and he pushed your knees up to your chest. He was gentle as he pushed into you, but he also moved fast. It was like he was desperate to cum, even though he’d just come a few minutes ago. Your moans increased in volume the more he moved into your passage.
“Come on, baby,” he whispered, as his lips moved onto your lips. His arms moved around you, and he moved against you, his pelvis rubbing against your clit. “Come on, baby, cum for me, baby, cum hard for me.”
Your knees moved to either side of him, hitching on his waist, as they started shaking. You were so close to cumming one more time. Your hands gripped his arms, your nails running down his back. His hands moved around your body, which trembled. Then you climaxed. Your body started shaking with pleasure, as your passage clamped down on his hard member.
Then moisture ran right out of your body, as you screamed. You had never, NEVER squirted before, but now his stomach and thighs were drenched with your juices, which shot out of you with every clench of your passage around him. He hissed in pleasure, and slammed his hips into yours, and he shot his hot load into you one more time. He grunted, and put his forehead to yours, his eyes closing tight. He chuckled, and nuzzled your neck, before he pulled out.
“This is an amazing homecoming,” he whispered, absolutely exhausted. He lied back on the bed, pulling you closer to his side.
“Welcome home,” you answered, a very contented sigh. “Thanks for rescuing me from that harness.”
He chuckled. “I will always rescue you,” he answered, before he started to drift off to sleep.
You put your head on his chest, and fell right to sleep too. You couldn’t wait for the rest of your package to get here.
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