A/N: I wanna improve my spicy game, so now you get bombarded with suggestive stuff and nsfw. I'm sorry. If you don't wanna read it you can block my tag: #wammyspice
WARNINGS: 18+ | MDNI | NSFW | Suggestive | Wammy guys are mid to late twenties
L:
Lots of heavy breathing and muffled moans on your neck
The sounds become needier as he is about to come
Asks if you're okay, if you're feeling good, etc.
Mello:
Groans and raspy sounds
He purrs them right into your ear or against your pulse line
Sexy af
Dirty talks a lot
Loves praise-degradation
Matt:
Shameless moaning
He is enjoying himself and it shows
Lots of praises from his pretty mouth
Beyond Birthday:
This man has two settings: completely quiet except for groaning and occasional growls when it feels too good
And actively degrading, mocking, lowkey even laughing at how pathetic he's making you act.
Either way, his voice trembles. Can't hide how affected he is too
𓆩⟡𓆪 I just needed to write something for this yandere man. Please, indulge.
Summary: You’re a hard worker despite having a shitty job, shitty place and shitty customers, and this often leads you to be a bit too focused on your duties…
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“Aisle 1, aisle 1…”
You repeated these words under your breath. Your eyes keen to find where to put some food- more like snacks down in its rightful spot.
It was supposed to be Lanes job, but lucky you. You get to do his job for him as all he does is sit in the back, not at all helping with all the shit this whole building has been through. It’s like Lane doesn’t even care from the job but you do.
You like making your money to buy yourself things. You like having to do something plotted down for you to not get bored in an instant. You don’t like working per say, but it gives you something to do rather than rotting in bed all day and imagine what your life could be if your were just like those successful kids in those drama movies.
A deep sigh leaves your lips. Now it’s not the time to think of what love could be by the ifs and coulds. Some other you in a different universe is living that life. A sacrifice to make the other you better… Not that doesn’t hurt your own feelings, motivation and mental stability…
You tighten your grip on the snack bag you’re holding: some form of new toxic food to dip with caramel. It’s not something you’re not too fond of, but the older people definitely like it. Especially the little “spicy” snacks but all they do is make your mouth feel warm.
Despite that, you couldn’t help but be spooked when you feel a tap on your left shoulder. A small yelp leaving you as the snack flys away from your hands. Your heart beating in your chest as you can feel the hairs on your neck tingle as if you have some sort of spider sense, but atlas. You were- well… the snack you were holding was countered by a quick, gloved hand. Not a sound coming out besides the crinkle of the bag that’s being handed back to you by this… by this very tall biker.
“T-thanks…”
It’s the only word you could muster in the moment, still spooked by the full dark riding gear of this stranger that didn’t let your package of snacks go to waste to the dirty tiled floor that Lane was supposed to clean up. Ugh. Lane.
The biker gives you a simple, quiet nod that almost seems… shy to you. The visor of his pitch black helmet reflecting off the worn lights in this trashy store, and not to be too embarrassing? You ask if he needed anything since he did just tap your shoulder…
“…” The black helmet tilts to his right as if he is a confused, dangerous puppy. Looking down at you. The visor reflecting your blurry self back at you. “…Noodles.”
“…Noodles?”
You’re a bit… speechless at this mans’ soft, muffled answer. It wasn’t anything you were expecting. Not to mention he just said “noodles” as if that explains everything, but it honestly takes you a minute of staring before you remember the “noodles” where you were stocking the snack.
“Ah, right, sorry.” You apologize quickly and move out of the way. His helmet following your movements. Embarrassment rising within yourself for staring and being in the way of such a person. Even your eyes don’t want to make contact with anything around you but the tiled ground. You just wished more so you could go below and put yourself 6ft under.
“…You’re okay.”
“I- What? Y-yes, I’m okay…” You’re a little put off guard by him. Not many will ask if another is okay. Especially when he just spooked you. If anything? Most will be laughing it off as a joke. “Are you?”
Your eyes finally take a peak up to him again. Following his movement when he moves slowly to grab some ramen. Af if he didn’t want to spook you further. His helmet slightly turned to keep you within his sight before nodding slightly. “…I am.”
“I- yeah, good, good…” Damn, he must of scared you a bit that you didn’t know how to speak good anymore! Why were you stuttering so much?! All he did was spook you… unless…
You look away with a blush, not will to stare at this tall hunk for a moment longer. Nervously stepping away; taking the snack with you. “I’m gonna just… do my job now. Have many noodles as you want.”
Really? Have many noodles as you want?! You shake your head. Oh, how you need to work on yourself!
“W-wait.” The tall biker try’s to get your attention again but you’re already gone. Swiftly away behind the register, trying to hide but still be composed… It was… cute to him.
Though, he didn’t mean to scare you. Usually, you were more aware… Hmmm. Perhaps he shall watch you a while longer, just in case.
A/N: Part 2 of this fic. LORD I CAN'T WRITE SMUT EVEN THOUGH I'VE WRITTEN DIRTY STUFF BUT OMG NEVER TO THIS POINT. Sorry in advance if its bad...
"So, wanna watch a movie?" you turn your head to BB, he nods his head up and down in response. "Cool! What kind of movie do you want to watch? I'm up for anything." Awkward silence fills the air for a bit until he finally speaks up, "I don't care either, you can pick." With that, you end up picking a horror movie that recently came out. Throughout the movie, you would get scared and hide your face in BB's buff arms. Every single time, BB would tense up and flex his arm muscles. You start to take notice of this pattern, "BB? U okay? Ur pretty tense," you massage his arms, liking the way it feels under your hands. He nods his head vigorously, you can tell he's blushing under the helmet. You put your hands in his, in hopes it can calm him down. You feel him squeeze your hand, but not in a way that it's painful. Y'all continue to hold hands until the movie is over. You check the time and its quite late; not only that, but the rain has turned into a storm, with it lasting till the morning "BB, I think you should stay at my place for the night, it's too dangerous for you to ride back to your place".
"I'll be fine. I've rode in this weather before," he gets up from the couch, but you tug on his arm. "NO! You are staying. I don't want you to get hurt. Please." You pout a bit in hopes that'll persuade him to stay. To which it is, and he sits back down. Happy, you hug him tight, "Yay! Can I say something?" BB turns to look at you, tilting his head to the right slightly, curious as to what you want to say as your tone got a bit quiet and serious. "I like you...I know we just met, but ever since you started visiting me at work and taking me back home on your bike, protecting me from creeps, my life started to get a bit better." You slowly reach out your hands towards his helmet visor, and lift it up. You see his eyes for the first time, deep set eyes that are just so sexy, and a high bridge nose. You kiss the bridge of his nose and then his temple. BB just sits there shocked, but then suddenly he pushes you down onto the couch. "You shouldn't have done that," he murmurs into your ear, his voice suddenly raspy and strained. Eyes widen, as you realized the predicament you are now in, "What? Why? Did I take it too far? I'm sorry." He places his lower half between your legs and his upper half laying on your chest. You suddenly feel his boner poking at you. Now your not stupid or that innocent, to know what may happen next. So you whisper to BB, "You have my consent, but be gentle. I'm a virgin." BB isn't stupid either, and knows what you want, so with his strength he flips you over onto your stomach and lifts up your hips. You leave your hips up in the air and BB scrunches up your night gown. "Don't look back," he takes off his helmet. But quickly after he takes off the hoodie you gave him and uses it as a blindfold for your eyes, so you won't be able to look at his face. Your other senses heighten since you can no longer see. You can hear BB taking off his briefs and throwing them onto the couch somewhere. "Let me know if it hurts," he whispers into your ear. You nod your head in response. You feel his tip probe at your entrance, you can feel how wet you've become and how thick his tip is. He slowly pushes it in, you feel the stretch and let out a small painful whimper, and then suddenly he does one big thrust, "fuck you feel so good," he groans out. You let out hiss, but BB holds still for awhile, letting you adjust to his grith and length.
(A/N: If your in the BBD discord, you can reference the dick pick I sent in the NSFW channel a couple weeks back. To me that is what BB's dick look like.)
BB lets out another groan, as he can feel your walls throb and clench around his size. After a couple minutes you whimper out, "I'm ready," and with that BB starts to thrust slowly, but hard, his hands gripping your hips to the point it leaves marks, he starts to speed up his thrusts and with that so do your moans. He looks down where your bodies meet and notices the ring of cum at the base of his dick. This makes him pull your hips up even more, making himself reach even deeper into you. All you can do is moan, your face hot. BB leaves kisses on your back, and that's when you realize he took off his helmet, but due to be blinded you can't see his face. Suddenly, you feel a tight coil forming in your stomach and you tighten ever more around BB, eliciting even more groans and curses from him, "fuck, tight asf for me." He starts to rub your clit, which only make you moan even louder, suddenly you snap, your body shakes and your squirt all over his crotch. As you do, you suddenly feel his thrust become more sporadic, his heavy balls smacking against your clit, and you feel his dick twitch inside. Your so focused on the intense pleasure you didn't even realize that he wasn't wearing a condom. BB does one big hard final thrust before cumming inside you. He pulls out and you feel something slide of you, his cum. His cum drips out of your hole and onto the couch. And to be rather frank, you didn't mind getting creampied from him. He continues to keep you blindfolded, and puts you onto his lap, you feel his dick soften under your butt, and his hands starts to roam your body, groping your chest, and leaving hickeys on your neck. Your body still shakes after what just happened. You intertwine your hands with his as he continues to paw at your chest. You suddenly feel him get hard again. And lets just say, you guys kept going until the storm was over.
After many rounds and creampies, BB does have the courtesy to get a wet towel to clean up the mess between your legs. He puts his helmet back up and his briefs. He takes off the makeshift blindfold he made with the hoodie you gave him. You finally get to look at BB again and kiss his chest, "Thank you for being such a wonderful experience." BB pulls you into a tight hug, "You were so good, amazing. Made just for me." Fast forward after washing up separately, you guys finally eat breakfast. While eating breakfast, BB asks you out on a date to which you say yes. The End!
A/N: I hope y'all like it. Idk if I made BB too OOC. Also, please ignore any grammatical or spelling errors. I finished this in one go lolol
It was rotten outside. Inside, the world was reduced to a small room with an unmade bed and clothes scattered across the floor. The two of them shared a long night of encounters. His innately accelerated breathing made you balance the fantasy of the moment with the cruel reality: he would never lower his guard with anyone. Not even with you, even though the struggle in bed had extended for quite some time. Even though he had told you he loved you in your ear. His entangled limbs gave you a feeling of false security, even with his loaded gun resting on the bedside table, ready for whenever he chose to use it. His soft caress on your skin and his wet lips on your neck made you tilt your head back to savor the pleasant sensation he wanted to show you.
You used to hear cries outside the small space where you lived your life. You used to hear him laugh when he left.
Later, he would return. He would sink into you and let out small, contained sighs. Sometimes, when he was angry, he would break the bed frame and loudly mock that you were much more resilient than everything he had broken.
In the end, while dreaming, he would speak in a low voice, against his will, saying that he despised you for making him bear that weight in his chest that tied him to you.
-Mello, Beyond Birthday, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Sanzu, Hanma, Masky, Dazai
Hmmm how about the death by Snu Snu prompt with the Male S/O wearing I want my GF to sit on me with Tamamo no Mae, Nero and BB of course in BB'S it say Kouhai I stead of Girlfriend lol
She’ll act like a blushing bride at first.
All bashful.
All embarrassed.
All shaky.
At first.
Once she gets you alone however?
She is going to throw herself at you.
Be sure you didn’t wear anything nice because if you did she’s going to rip it right off of you in an instant alongside her own clothes.
You had gotten her all hot and bothered.
You were going to take care of that now.
You woke up a beast in her, it was time for you to put it back to sleep.
She is not phased in the slightest.
If anything she’s flattered.
You are more important to her than the rest of the rabble after all.
Not to mention… she did have a preference in her thrones.
Yes, her thrones were extravagant, the very definition of comfort.
But, her favorite one?
Was one only you could provide.
One that could worship her completely.
One that she could hear its reactions to her.
One that could tell her exactly what made her heart flutter.
And that shirt? It told her exactly when that favorite throne of hers was available.
Upon seeing the shirt, she will get a dangerous glint in her eyes.
Know that for the next twenty four hours, this little devil will be putting you through hell.
She’ll tease you with every spare moment she has with you.
Your self control will be chipped away at constantly.
However, if you reach the end of the twenty four hours intact?
She’ll be the one to break.
Though, not before saying something along the lines of “A poor, innocent, maidenly Kouhai being corrupted by her degenerate Senpai? What a truly cruel fate!”
𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗧! overstimulation + squirt training, "so thoughtless, its adorable." ꒰ sebastian michaelis x bimbo!reader ꒱: fingering, orgasm control, older english writing ꒰ sorta kinda ꒱, mention of a womb tattoo, dub-con? ꒰ 2.6k+ ꒱
"𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘥𝘰𝘮, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦." the words of a father oftenstick with his daughters, regardless if he's a goodparent or not. you should've listened, learned yourlesson. but no, you were just a stupid little girlcaught in a tradegy. a little girl who had returnedfrom a "buisness trip" with your father, only to bemet with england's new serial killer! who had takenbyour family as victims.
"non mihi ignoscat dominus, sed praesidium peto. ad inferni profunditatem vocat anima mea, 《 me tibioffero 》. serva me. serva me. serva me." random words to you, an offer of a contract to another.
you were ignorant to speak words you know nothing of out of desperation. you were even more idiotic tolook upon the...man? shrouded in darkness. idiotic tobeg and plead to person decorated in leather heelswith a face you could not see. idiotic to agree to thewords coming from its predatory grin. idiotic to not only offer your soul, but your body to it.
but the warmth that thing gave you, felt good. the warmth of that darkness sucked you in, covering you in a cloud of corruption you'd gladly accept anything to keep your mind off of it. to keep your idiot brain from thinking about something hard. something tragic.
its palm met your bellybutton, with a whimper fromyou, the glimpse of its grin signaling to you it's enjoyment in the situation. it must find you pathetic, humans are by nature pathetic. it's be no surprisethat a being from hell, an entitiy that feasts on the souls of the mortals upon earth, would find that pathetic nature amusing.
your vision went blurry, and pain struck your abdomen. a foggy memory followed from there and suddenly, here you are now with a demon, going by the name 'sebastian michaelis,' working for you as your loyal butler.
"my lady, the rooster calls! up now." you hear hisposh and professional voice speak. the shwing! of the curtain holders sliding against the rods fills your ears. the bright sunlight following soon after.
the groan that left your lips must have been amusing to the demon, for you heard a chuckle leave his lips. "must you laugh at my misery?"
the feeling of his silk gloves against your bare skin makes you jolt. the cold feeling es of his gloves foreign on your previously covered thigh. the tips of his fingers lightly glide up your skin, beginning to hover when your nightgown covers you. "you have business to attend to, my lady. your morning bath has already been prepared," his voice has a hint ofamusement in it.
a familiar grin finds his face when you swing your legs over the edge of the bed, reluctantly leaving the satin sheets with a glare.
you moan in satisfaction from the warmth of the water, sinking in the basin carefully, letting the waterswallow your body. "my, look at that! there arepleaures to wakening in the morning," sebastian's tone remains professional while adding a sarcastic undertone to it. however, the sarcasm in his words isn't reflected by his actions.
his teeth catch the tips of his gloves, pulling the bothof them off in a smooth motion. he kneels next to the washbasin while rolling up his sleeves.
with the warmth "sebastian" should not have, his hands carefully glide over your skin, the soap imbued sponge being rubbed into your skin. "what exactly, on today's cumbersome schedule?" you question softly, eyes closed as his hands glide inbetween your legs, gently washing your inner thighs.
"well, that "cumbersome" schedule is of importance today, my lady." a smile of amusement is present on his face when he explains, another groan of loathing leaving your lips.
stepping from the bath, he surrounds you with a warm towel. as delicate as ever, he helps you dry off, patting your skin as if it was as fragile as glass. his eyes tend to linger over your skin, a certain glint of hunger (you miss) in them. it seems he doesn't acton whatever desires may be festering as he simply grabs your chemise and slips it over your head.
while discussing the day with him, you absentmindedly lift your arms and turn around as the corset comes in to view. you slightly whimper when he tugs on the strings. "must this meeting be mandatory for me? there's no need for me, i am only a trophy of my father's," the words that leave your mouth begin to sound whiny to his ears. "now, my lady, im sure he's only cautious after that incident," sebastian responds, his voice getting farther as he bends down.
with a tap to your calve you lift your foot, knowing he's slipping on the garter belt suspender. you bend forward, resting your arms on the counter befor eyou when you feel his hands touch your feet delicately. the silk of the stockings on your skin feels familiar, although the process seems a bit slow.
"sebastian?" his ears might have been focused on you; however, his eyes, they were trained on the spot in between your plush thighs.
the position at which you positioned yourself gave him a few of those pretty plump lips. you were always so...inviting and eager to help. surely you wouldn't mind allowing him to fulfill a desire of his. one of his hands slides up the curve of your back, pushing your chest and stomach further against the counter.
you feel that hand slowly trail back down, slidingunderneath the chemise you were wearing to rest onyour ass. his thumbs glide lightly against your foldsbefore spreading your ass, giving him a better viewfrom on the floor.
while you couldn't see his face, you were well aware he licked his lips. after all, it had been a moment since you allowed the "bedding privileges" you agreed on when the contract was first made. therefore, you relaxed, letting him touch and observeyour "virgin cunt" all he wished to. although, the ideaof being watched so closely, looked at as an toy caused a familiar feeling a warmth to trail down toyour abdomen. "s-sebastian," you mumble, wanting to say something.
"sh, sh. give me a moment," he shushes you smiling at the jolt you make when his breath touches your skin. his soft lips pressing gently against your lower ones.
the tips of his fingers move to the slower part of your folds, spreading them to see your little squeezing around nothing. "such debauchery, you've barely been touched." his words get sent straight to your pussy as you start to relax further into his touch. "you said i had a-a meeting today..."
his touches are slight, nothing too rough as his fingertips brush between your folds. "well, my lady-" it's calm until he shoves in index finger to the knuckle in your cunt. the yelp of surprise from your lips makes him smile, your body tensing. "its in two hours, we have time."
at his words your body relaxes. it always makes him smile at how quickly you could switch to being downrght stupid.
such a strong woman completing her job until sebastian utters words of her freedom and suddenly she's no longer a woman fighting for power, she's a harlot giving up her power.
his finger slides along your walls, your body relaxing against the counter. with every languid moment, it became easier to slide in and out, with evey movement your slick covered his fingers. it was adorable how wet you became from such a small action, it only made him want to play with you more. "i wish to have some..fun, my lady. may i?" i wish to see what else i can plant in that pliable mind of yours.
it was a stupid question really. the both of you knew the answer. the familar purple glow of the contract mark came from beneath your navel, a heated feeling begins to fester in your abdomen, thighs pressing together.
"yes!" your response was immediate, the slight crack in your voice amused him. the pleasurable feeling from his finger leaves you along with a whine. you feel him snatch the garter belt suspender down, the tight feeling from the corset loosening as he tugs onthe strings. the peices fall to the floor, his hands on your hips turning you around.
his eyes glow red, pupils like a serpant as he looks up at you. you feel the softness of his wide hands ruband up and down the back of your thighs. "i haven't made you squirt, have i, my lady?" he mumbles against the skin of your inner thigh.
one of his hands pushes up your chemise, a familiar glint of hunger in his eyes when sees the contract mark.
he knows how you feel as the purple circle glows. he knows your insides are throbbing with need and his presence is drowning you with feelings of desire. every thought you had starts to evaporate in the sea of his aura. it was if he was a drug to you, a drug that beckoned the mortal desires an unmarried should not have for her butler. but the drug was sweet, it made your knees weak and your clit throb, it madeyour pussy wet and needy for anything to be slipped in it.
"n-no?" you weren't sure if he was actually asking for answer, but you answered with another question actually, you weren't sure what he meant. what was he going do to you?
"an answer wasn't needed, my dear mistress," he words are soft, his breath lightly hitting your skin. sebastian begins standing up, lifting the fabric from your body as he does. and without a word you lift your arms and let him, the curves and softness of your skin now unfiltered to his eyes.
his hands rub and squeeze your curves, your breasts, your ass. "such a beautiful body, it'd be a shame not to use it." his hands grab the back of your thighs, just under the meat of your ass to lift you up and carry you to the bedroom.
the texture of satin spreads up your back as he sets you down. "i believe your ready for my fingers. you are as wet as a harlot."
the only response he gets is a whine that turns into a moan when two of his lithe fingers slip into your cunt. they curl against the gooey ribbed spot, sending a wave of pleasure through your thighs andup to your chest. the tight coil in your stomach snapped and you release on his fingers.
it was embarrassing how quickly you came. simply from the touch of his fingers, although sebastian knew better. whether or not that pretty head of yours thought about it, his touch was actually a drug toyou.
when that contract was made, your body was his and he could choose whether to rile you up or not. his saliva, his touch, his presence was a literal drug as he consumed you. the throbbing contract mark over your womb increased the feeling. "sebastian." his name left your lips as a whine.
he didn't stop his movements, continuing to stroke your walls with care, his lips trailing up the inside ofyour thigh. his teeth graze your skin and his touch is like fire.
as if reminding you that you would burn in hell. that your decision years prior would come back to haunt you through the "man" fucking you with his fingers.
"wait, why aren't you--ngh!" the speed of his fingers increase, his other warm palm sliding gently over your navel as if to "soothe" the intense pleasure yourreceiving from the strokes of his fingers. a sigh leaves his lips at your words. i know that brain of yours isn't entirely functional, but your ears have been perfectly fine up until now," he insults you, a hint of condescension in his voice.
despite how rude his words were you could only whimper, taking his insult like the good girl you are.you speak, voice quiet and soft, "i didn't...hear."
his eyes catch the shy movement of yours, the corner of his lips twitching as he sees just how cloudy your eyes look. "i suppose i should tell you if im knuckles deep in this pretty little snatch, hm?"
sebastian is so cruel. you suppose its in his demonic nature, but a familiar ignorance made you think he wouldn't be. and you were wrong as words leave his lips. his fingers pump in and out of your cunt, the squelching noises of them sliding in and out fillingyour ears. you knew you were stupid for thinking otherwise when he laughs at you while explaining he won't stop. he'll "train" your pussy to squirt for him. no matter how many orgasms he has to ring out of you.
"so thoughtless, its adorable." you hear his words you hear what he says when he pulls the nth orgasm from you. however, you can't seem to process it. has it been just minutes, or hours? a light sheen of sweat covers your body, the sheets are damp beneath you, your slick coating your inner thighs and his hand.
his hands, god fuck, they don't get tired! they continue curling and pressing as you twitch, your pussy forever sucking him in with wants of more.
your eyes are dull, blankly staring at whatever object across the room, a cloud of pleaure fogging your mind. "i could do anything i wanted to you, and you wouldn't have the mind to even process it," he chuckles, leaning forward to hover over you. his free hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.
"mortals are so fragile. but so delectable when they break."
his lips smash against yours, his serpentine-like tongue sliding between your parted lips. his mouth drinks your moans, despite being aware the entire manor knows what their master is engaging in. its eems some visits will have to be made.
"n'more!" regardless, your sloppy pussy calls him in. "nooo." regardless, you lean into his touch and archyour back."'s 'nough!" regardless, you moan to your heart's content, you greedily swallow whatever taste, whatever touch of him you can get.
"greedy," he growls into your mouth, his fangs nipping at your bottom lip when he pulls away. a choked and disappointed whine leaves your lips at the loss.
the pathetic whimper turning into a sort of scream. his free palm presses down your navel, the fingers occupied by your cunt hook against the gooey ribbed spot inside of you. and he won.
you scream, hips convulsing and legs snapping shut around his hands. your mouth in a perfect 'O' and back arched as a different feeling overcomes you. like a bunch of pressure dropping in your stomach you squirt, wetting his clothing and the sheets. a string of whimpers and incoherent words leaves your lips.
tears stream down the sides of your face you reach another climax. he hears your gasps of air, as if the pleasure stopped your brains ability to tell you to breathe.
"my lady," his voice is smoother, calmer than the tone he had before. one of his hands breaks free from the confines of your thighs rubbing up and down the valley of your breasts. "breathe, its alright."
his gentle shushes and coos grant you the ability to breathe again, gasping for air. "good girl." your eyes focus on him after the praise, finally able to understand what just happened. his hand and sleeve is soaked, your thighs glistening from the clear liquid, and all the while that familar hungry grin remains on his face.
"i'll do the honours of cancelling the meeting."
꒰ n: it was good in the beginning, at least ithink so. and it got worse lmao. i think its kinda cringy...but! i finally did i day! that's a plus. i hate this one sm😭 also, rough latin translation: the lord may not forgive me, but i ask for protection. my soulcalls to the depths of hell, "i offer myself to you." save me. save me. save me. ꒱
