He'd never deprive you of what you want, especially with how desperate you've become withering beneath him.
So, really..? What're you waiting for. Go ahead and ask.
pairing: Emre x gn!Reader - short NSFW Imagine
NSFW Tags: established relationship, penetrative Sex, pronebone, Reader is left non-decriptive, lightest condescending but in an affectionate way
⊹₊✎ ⋆A/N: Hi!! So, decided to put my a/n's here rather at the End now, prob makes more sense.
Saw this Post by @artems-secret-sideblog and inspo had struck me. Also sry if ur sideblog isnt so secret anymore haha/j
Fuck.. your Mind's going numb.
Your trapped. With the large Pillow you've been holding onto for dear Life and Emre keeping your Bodies flush together, deliberate rhythmic motion penetrating you further than you could've anticipated. His steady breath contrasting your hitched groans into the Pillow, it didn't seem like he'd pick up the pace anytime soon.
One Hand mindlessly groping your Chest as his other softly traced patterns onto your Side from having his Arm slinged around you, Emre was quietly studying your body language. Kissing your Nap when you'd burry your face deeper into your Pillow, meek groans barely heared. Your back would've arched further into his Torse, had you two not already been so close.
"nefes al..", he'd softly murmured into your Skin "Breathe..", as he planted another wet kiss on your burning Skin.
Emerging your Head really was a good suggestion. Your breath hitched when you had in actuality wanted to say his Name. God.. you really can't take it anymore.
"What" exactly it was that you couldn't take anymore? That horrible, agonizing rhythm he was thrusting you with. All slow and loving. You can't stand it.
'Course one could argue that you guys were having casual, sweet and domestic Love; but no. You love him and you love this, but right now especially did you need him to Fuck you like he means it. Dammit, this is getting too much for you.
Trying to meet your Gaze as you had turned your Head to meet his, your intention on speaking to him continued to get abrupted. Couldn't make up your Mind on needing to tell him to pick up the pace or succumbing to how your arousal responded to his Cock buried deep, deep in you.
As he with the softest touch his Fingers could muster, moved the strands of Hair from your Face, he'd shortly halt his thrusts:, "..? hm.."
It almost hurt how turned on you are and in a horried slurred speech you had tried your best to communicate with him on that. You tell him how rude he was for teasing you, bullying you.
And maybe you'd feel embarrassed with how needy you were sounding right now, but that's a problem for when your sober from your Arousal.
"Oh.. my love", in a low and deep tone Emre grinned, smiling down at you in amusment. "Why, i would never think about teasing you."
"What kind of Bastard am I for making you all.. tensed up", he glides his Hand from your Chest, to your Torso on where your stomach shuddered from the touch, all the way down-
You jerked. There it is, what you've been looking for, what you've been needing.
With his Fingers, pinching what you had least expected. Light friction from what you feel pleasure the most.
Releasing your deathgrip from the Pillow, your hand quickly followed his own all the way down to your Sex. Your hand ontop of his own, you were holding onto it by some spur-of-the-moment logic as to pace yourself by some means.
You sighed, having pushed the Pillow away from you as to give yourself more Space on resting your Forehead on the Mattress. Your Body tensed, compulsed. Shame having long left you as you needily asked him:, "..more? ha, my Love"
He breathlessly laughed into your Ear; low deep and whispered: "I had thought as much."
"You want more ?, huh. Your thinking for the both of us."
