It's my girl's birthday, yall!! Lovely Rhythm, Happy Birthday!! I hope you ate having a peaceful, love filled birthday. I wanted to give you a gift, so i wrote a small little drabble off a conversation we had about a certain someone's hands and arms the other day. I hope you enjoy it. ❤️❤️
I'll do this like I'd do a story, so, here we go.
Warnings: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost to other sites. This story contains mature themes, so reader discretion is advised. Unprotected sex [piv], creampie, choking, explicit language
Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.
Hands. One next to her head, gripping at the pillow. The other wrapped around her neck, squeezing tightly while the man attached to it plowed her into oblivion. “Happy birthday, my love.” He grunted into her ear before nipping at the flesh of it. This was honestly the best birthday present she could have asked for. Well- this wasn't her gift, but the whole night of events led right to this moment.
They hired a personal chef to teach them how to make her favorite dish, fanciful. Then he parked his jeep by the water and had dessert in the boot, with the twinkling night stars as the backdrop. A few sips of wine and gentle caresses later, she was pinned under his muscular body, his member buried deep within her. “So deep.. Chris..” It was almost too deep, mind numbing, the tip of his member kept kissing her cervix. Her legs were shaking as well as her lips, toes curled almost painfully. Her purple painted nails were embedded into his forearms, but he was so high off her that he could barely feel it.
“Fuck.. I love this pussy so much baby. Love… you.” His sweat slick forehead pressed against hers as his pace slowed. He shifted a little, changing the angle. Moving his hand from the pillow, he rubbed his thumb over her lipstick stained lips, then dipped it in her mouth to get it wet. His thumb moved between her legs to rub her clit in quick circles as he started back trusting at a painfully slow pace. “Think you can do it, baby? Think you can cum for me again?” He sounded desperate, winded. Her walls tightened at the question, causing more of her already dripping arousal to squelch out of her cunt. “Fuck.. baby.. you're already so.. tight. Don't make me cum first.” He urged, squeezing her neck to get his point across.
She just couldn’t help it. He always felt so good, but there was just something about birthday sex that just made him feel even better. Her eyes were rolled back as she tried her best to stay in the moment and not cum so quickly because of a change of pace and angle. “Let it go, baby. Cum for me… please.” Him pleading like that absolutely broke her. His knit together brows, his slightly swollen pouty lips, that absolutely desperate look in his eyes. She let go, body stiffening, mouth falling agape, eyes rolled all the way back so much he could only see the whites. Her thick thighs closed around him in a death grip. He couldn't escape. Not that he would want that anyway. He was madly in love with the woman beneath him.
He loved seeing his baby cum that hard. He couldn't just let the moment pass, no, he had to pass through her, extend her orgasm so this would be a night she would never forget. He squeezed her neck a little more and started slamming into her. The jeep rocked so hard the shocks could be heard creaking. She let out a scream, hand clawing at the one around neck. “S’ too m… much… fuck.” Her body convulsed harder than it ever had, so much that she started mentally and physically slipping away. But he couldn't let that happen. He let her neck go hooking both his arms under her shoulders to keep her in place. She scrabbled at his back, nails dragging across the expanse of it.
“P.. please Chris…” He knew what she was begging for, and truthfully he was too tired and too close to the edge not to oblige his beautiful girl. With a few harsh thrusts, he released inside of her, fucking it deeper until he had nothing left to give. A mixture of his seed and her arousal dripped down onto the black and white picnic blanket under them. He collapsed on top of her. His weight was unsurprisingly comforting. Everything about him was comforting. He took a few beats to catch his breath then peppered kisses all over her face. “Happy birthday, baby.” He giggled, reaching his hand up to caress her cheek. This was truly the best birthday ever.
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genuinely don't know what i did to deserve such a treat. this is so good and i feel so blessed.
thank you, my dear ki💜💜💜💜 this means the world to me. i love it.
