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happy birthday to my favorite person <3 credit to vesselofanidiotgod, vgs, and quarkier on yt for the last two clips, as well as @/aft13rglow on tiktok for the audio!!
kinktober masterlist!
here it finally is every1! it’s spooky horny time, and here i present the prompt/masterlist for my first ever kinktober. i’ve drafted up prompts for all 31 days, but if u do any of these, feel free to do whatever ones u like!
i personally will attempt to do all 31 (most being drabbles or headcanons) i’ll be linking them/adding who is was written with as the days go on
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week one;
1. scent kink, rob
2. nipple play, hook
3. phone sex, seb
4. restraints, simon
5. cock sleeves, father anthony
week two;
6. double penetration, hook
7. manhandling, rob
8. shower/bath sex, astarion
9. spanking, father anthony
10. ghost sex
11. size kink, simon
12. temperature play, mark
week three;
13. face sitting, nikolai
14. thigh riding, nikolai
15. collaring
16. mating press, rob
17. cucking
18. facetime/videos, rob
19. cum lube/creampie
week four;
20. high sex/shotgunning
21. rimming
22. impact play, charlie
23. handjob, rob
24. public sex, luke
25. oral fixation, astarion
26. choking, quinten
week five;
27. against a wall/window, hook
28. pegging
29. toys
30. morning sex
31. aftercare
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(When he has rizz)
I mean, I don't judge her for being with Fritz...but really, she lost a good respectful man. I would have chosen Ernst from the start. *And you know he's romantic in bed...probably after reading all those books*
hey this is for No Reason at all definitely but i think we gotta discuss .. idk any of the boys dealing w u being absolutely insatiable will Not get off his cock for anything even though he’s rly sensitive and losing brain cells by the second trying to bargain for a break
sighs. you hate me. i tried my best to think of smth for all of them, but if someone isn’t here it’s bc i just couldn’t OAJAAOAK.
rob: he has very good stamina, so if he’s begging for a break you’ve had to be going for hours now. truthfully he’ll probably just force you onto your back and off his cock and eat you out until he’s ready to go again. but he’ll definitely let you keep using him until he starts chafing and then he really has to stop and sate you some way else (probably with a dildo) (maybe you guys have one that’s a silicone copy of his)
simon: my little baby💔he loves going for hours like rob, but if it gets to be too much he’ll put on the cock sleeve he has and fuck u that way. he can’t feel much thru it and it protects him for getting too sensitive and is a well needed break. i think he’d be too embarrassed to even ask for a break—thinks it makes him look weak and will fully just lay there and let you keep going until he’s sobbing cuz it hurts. if he’s in a more dom headspace tho he’ll just punt you off like rob and make you hump his thigh.
seb: seb is honestly the type to fuck you into ur sore and chafed so this is a mutual kind of situation🫶🏻you’ve probably been going for awhile and u can feel ur cunt getting swollen and starting to hurt, but u don’t wanna stop. seb doesn’t even wanna push u away until he physically can’t handle it anymore and then he’ll just gently lift u off him and tell u to take a break nd u two can just cuddle for a bit (his dick looks like it got stung by a bee now)
luke: will probably just knock u off tbh OAJAOA he’s like “alright enough” ….i don’t think abt dom luke enough actually. ok…woaw…anyway. he’s just like “stop it that hurts” and huffs abt it. but if u start to cry he’ll crawl between ur legs and pleasure u that way.
ernst: poor thing doesn’t even know how to form words. it hurts so much and he’s so sensitive but it still feels so good :/ he’s so sweet he’ll just let you use him until he’s sobbing.
father anthony: he’s so sweet and nervous…he loves making love to you (he insists on calling it that) and he’s so used to slow and passionate that when you start getting a little rowdy it startles him. he doesn’t even know how to communicate that his dick hurts…he’s just stammering “sweetheart—love—erm i…i think i need a break…” while flushed at how needy ur being.
charlie: he’ll let you go for a long time before pushing you off. he’s not gonna complain abt it, but if it starts to hurt he’ll force u off and just pleasure u another way, teasing u abt how needy ur being and asking whats gotten into u.
mark: he likes when it hurts so i don’t think he’s going to make you stop. but if it really gets to be too much he’s just going to tell you to get off.
nikolai: i feel like he doesn’t get over sensitive honestly? i mean he’s dead technically i don’t think u can rlly hurt his dick much. so he’s GREAT to use in that way and he doesn’t mind at all. he strikes me as someone who doesn’t even need to get off rlly, he just likes watching u.
ur turn♥️
chasin’ waterfalls
prompt: shower sex
words: 2k
tags// fem!reader x ernst
The island was beautiful, Ernst would give it that. He missed home deeply, but his family had made a beautiful life here, and he couldn’t complain about being a part of it.
He just wished there was an easier way to bathe here. He missed his bath at home and the warm water that he heated up every night. The waterfall that he frequented was beautiful, but nothing could compare to his bath.
Still, he’d grown used to bathing in the lake or wherever else he could find to dip his toes in. And it was nice to get away from his parents for a little while.
He could hear the waterfall roaring as he approached it, already shrugging his vest off and not bothering to look near the body of water, it was only when he noticed a familiar white dress draped against a rock did he notice that someone else was there.
Namely you, naked and bare for him to see under the spray, your hair wet down your back, soft breasts and the curve of your ass out.
His face warmed to the temperature of lava, his cock hardening inside of his loose fitting pants. He squeaked loudly and slapped his hand over his eyes, ducking down behind a tree in embarrassment.
“Ernst?” he heard you call out immediately and he knew that he’d been spotted. Damnit.
“I’m sorry!” he bellowed immediately. “I-I didn’t know anyone else was here!”
“I—it’s fine,” you said. You sounded a little flustered as well. “Just uhm—go to the other side of the lake.”
“What?” he asked incredulously, slowly moving his hand off of his face. “But—you’re—-“
“I said it’s fine!” you insisted. “Just—don’t look. You know, if you’d prefer.”
Right. If he’d prefer. His cock ached and he forced himself to open his eyes, looking up and down your body on instinct. He couldn’t bathe with an erection right in front of you!
“I can just wait until you’re finished, it’s not a problem really,” he murmured, closing his eyes again.
“I don’t mind,” you repeated and your insistence puzzled him. Did you want him to bathe with you? The thought made him get hot flashes.
“If you’re sure,” he said finally. His hands were shaking by his sides and he desperately hoped that you couldn’t tell.
He flushed again when he opened his eyes, getting another sight of your naked body, and turned away from you. It took him a few seconds before he gathered up the courage to pull his pants down, cock curling upwards towards his tummy. He was leaking from the tip already and he had to bite down the soft whine that threatened to spill out of his mouth.
Ernst dove into the water when you were turned around, sinking down to his hips in an attempt to hide his arousal from you. Normally, he’d go underneath the waterfall as you were now, but if he was anywhere close to your naked body he would end up humiliating himself for good. So he dunked his head underneath the spring to soak his hair, scrubbing his fingers into his scalp to clear it of the debris.
He squeezed at the plant in front of him, collecting the liquid it released in the palm of his hand before rubbing it together in a lather and applying it to his hair, all the while his cock ached painfully underneath the water.
His gaze flickered to you despite his best attempts to avoid it, looking every inch of your body up and down, focusing in on the way your breasts bounced as you washed your hair.
He felt stupid like this, sitting on his butt under the water and trying to wash his hair at the same time, but as his cock gave another sharp twitch, he knew he couldn’t move from this exact spot.
You looked over at him suddenly, catching him in the act of staring, and Ernst turned away like a scolded child.
“You’re looking,” you said, squeezing the water from your hair.
Ernst wanted to melt into the water below, never to be seen again. This was humiliating. “I-I was just—you’re naked!” he bellowed. “What am I supposed to do?”
“Have you never seen another naked body before?” you asked, and you didn’t really know why you were pretending like you didn’t understand the taboo of what you two were doing right now. If you had been back home, you would’ve never even allowed him to step into the water with you. But no one from home was here to see you now and Ernst was cute.
“Not a girl!” he huffed. What did you think he got up to on this island? “I’ve been here since I was fifteen—there’s not exactly a community of women to go around.”
His face burned at the admission. When he’d decided that he wanted to take a bath, he hadn’t expected his virginity to end up being the topic of conversation.
You weren’t sure where your sudden bravery was coming from. Maybe it was the fact that Ernst was so nervous all the time, it made you feel powerful. You slid off the rock you’d be standing on and into the water, gliding over to Ernst slowly.
“You can look at me if you want,” you murmured. “Touch me—I don’t mind. If you just want to…learn.”
Ernst felt his ears start ringing. He wasn’t sure if he heard you right. “Huh?”
“Oh my goodness,” you muttered under your breath, crossing your arms. “I’m hitting on you, Ernst.”
He looked bewildered. “You are? Why?”
“You’re cute,” you said honestly, stepping closer to him. “You can say no if you want to, but—I don’t mind if you want to touch me.”
Ernst’s eyes flickered down to your chest. Your nipples were hard and inviting, almost begging to be touched. He’d never seen, much less held a breast in his hand, but he wanted to. Very badly.
“Y-You’re sure?” he whispered.
You nodded, grasping his wrist with his hand so that you could bring it up to your chest, placing it directly over your breast. “I’m sure.”
He’d never been this hard in his life. A soft gasp escaped him when you put his hand on your tit, his fingers squeezing on instinct. It was softer than he imagined, and much, much smaller than the palm of his hand.
He could feel your nipple grazing across his skin and he wanted his mouth on you all at once. His eyes flickered up to yours, looking unsure at what exactly he was allowed to do, but you read his thoughts well.
“Do whatever you want. I’ll stop you if I don’t like it.”
Whatever he wanted?
His cheeks hadn’t stopped flushing, accentuating the puffiness of his face as he hesitantly leaned forward, taking your other nipple into his mouth. He moaned around it, flicking his tongue across the stiff peek as his other hand continued to squeeze your other breast.
You let out a shaky sigh. His mouth was hot against your skin, lavishing your nipple like it was his only purpose in life. Your hands came up to tangle in his hair, tugging at the long strands playfully, and Ernst mewled in return, his grip tightening on your breast.
Ernst mewled, his eyes wide and soft as he looked up at you, lips stretched wide over your breast.
You pulled him off of you all at once and brought him up to your lips, attaching your mouths together in a fierce and desperate kiss. Your hands slid across the solid planes of his chest, squeezing and admiring the firm muscle you could feel underneath, recalling all the times you’d seen him helping his dad with lifting heavy pieces of wood.
“Ernst,” you panted, breaking your mouths apart, “do you wanna fuck me?”
He gasped shakily, trembling. His erection was brushing against your belly from this angle, painfully hard and leaking onto your skin. Each touch was like a bolt of electricity up his spine.
“Yes,” he breathed. “I’ve never—“
“I’ll teach you,” you mumble, dragging him over to the rock that rested a little beyond the waterfall, laying flat on your back and pulling him over top of you. The spray of the water splashed lightly across both of you, sending little droplets dripping down his chest. “Okay?”
Ernst was trembling. He could hardly hold up his own weight from the nerves, but he trusted you completely. “O-Okay,” he swallowed. “What do I do?”
Your hand found his erection, wrapping around it with no warning and making him gasp, a broken mewl falling from his throat. “O-Oh.”
You stroked him gently from root to tip. “Can you grab your cock?” you whispered. “I want you to put it in me.”
Ernst gave a shaky nod and took his cock in his hand, still trembling as he tried to align himself with your hole. He could hardly get the thing inside of you without fumbling, tip slipping and nudging right against your clit.
You moaned softly at the gentle stimulation. “Oh—sweetheart,” you sighed, taking a hold of his wrist so you could guide him to where he needed to be. “Now push in.”
He whimpered and moved forward, cock slipping into you, a loud moan tearing from his throat. He’d never felt anything like it before. You were warm and tight around him, like a vice.
His head fell into the crook of your shoulder. “A-Ah.”
You gasped at the stretch of it. Despite his inexperience, Ernst was big, filling you deeper than anyone else ever had. “Fuck, Ernst—“
“Am I doing good?” he babbled and you giggled. He hadn’t even started to move yet.
“You gotta move first, sweetheart,” you reminded him.
“Oh, right,” he muttered. “Sorry.” He pulled out slowly, watching in awe as his cock moved out, before pushing back inside clumsily.
It wasn’t a perfect thrust, much too weak for you to feel anything, but the way he seemed to fall apart at the sensation alone was almost enough for you anyway.
“A little harder, love,” you whispered. “Use your knees for support.”
Ernst was panting. He settled on his knees between your legs and moved his hips, thrusting in harder this time and jostling your body forward, pulling a soft moan from you.
“Yeah, just like that—“
He whimpered and did it again and again until you could hear the slick sounds between your bodies over the waterfall. “It feels good,” he panted.
“Give me your hand,” you told him, waiting patiently for him to reach out to you. You moved his hand between your legs. “Press your thumb against my clit—right there.” You guided him to where the swollen nub was. “Use small circles, just like that—yes.”
He was looking in between your bodies in awe, thumb already soaked with your arousal. His belly felt weird, like some kind of coil was winding up inside of him. “I f-feel weird,” he whined.
“You’re close already?” you giggled. “You poor thing.” Your legs locked around his waist. “Just keep fucking me, sweetheart. Go until you can’t anymore.”
Ernst nodded slowly, eyes fluttering shut with a soft whine as his hips rocked faster. Moans spilled from his mouth with every thrust. His finger was still rubbing across your clit, sloppy but determined to make you feel good as well.
You watched as his eyebrows furrowed, his pace became unsteady, and then he gasped, cum spilling inside of you and filling you up.
He moaned wantonly. He’d never had an orgasm before. He could feel it in every nerve of his body, legs and arms trembling. His thumb never strayed from your clit throughout it all.
“Oh—oh—ah,” he gasped. “Woah—“
Watching him fall over the edge was enough to bring you closer. “Keep rubbing, sweetheart,” you panted, “I’m almost there.”
His thumb increased its pace, eyes looking from your face to between your legs, hand never once straying from its spot.
You came with a loud cry, cunt clenching around his over sensitive cock. He mewled, coaxing you through your orgasm with inexperienced hands.
“Fuck—“ you cursed, tilting your head back. “Ernst…”
“Was I good?” he asked quietly, biting his lip.
“Perfect.”
kinda just wanna know ur thoughts on any specific nasty pervert behaviors the boys have … my special one is tht charlie is a huuuge panty sniffer (simon too)
rob likes smells. i always think about how michelle had that sweat stain in between her boobs, but rob was still always looking and flirting with her. i think he’d just like when you stink a little. he’s always in the wilderness in the boiling sun, so he’s used to it and prefers it. he’ll ask to put his face in your armpit or between your legs on particularly hot days, after you finish working out and just smell you while humping the couch or the bed or your side. he also likes body hair, not even just pubic hair either(which he will play with like a stim toy), but all of it. when the hair under ur arms is starting to grow out you’ll find him just staring at it and wanting to touch it. if you’re someone who grows a happy trail, then he’d go feral for that. something about a little trail leading down to ur pussy/cock makes him feel dizzy.
simon likes touching you while you sleep. you two have an agreement about it, but it is constant. like you’ll often wake up to his hands groping your tits or his boner pressed against your butt, whining and huffing into your neck while he humps you. sometimes he just likes to stick his hands down your pants and play with your pubes or your vulva, loves to just touch and feel it and whines when he feels you starting to get wet, shoving his fingers in your cuz he just can’t help it and tries to memorize how you feel inside. he also likes breast milk im sorry😭like obviously there’s no way for him to get it from you (unless you really wanna go down that route, which ur free to) so he just mindlessly sucks on ur nipple and makes u pretend like ur feeding him. also yes he’s a huge panty sniffer and a pant thief. he has 10 in his pockets at all times like you can’t obviously fucking see that. he’s into cross dressing too, not only does he steal ur panties, but he wears them too. he’ll let you put lipstick on his pouty lips and then flush when you tell him how pretty he looks and smear it all over his mouth with yours.
luke likes anal play. which isn’t a pervert behavior really, but i think he’d be so ashamed about it that it would be for him. he spends late nights under the covers with his fingers inside himself, trying to find the right angle to reach his prostate, accidentally locking up his arm and shoulder from reaching too far. also very much not everyone’s thing, but i think he’d be into holding his pee. going to practice with a full bladder and feeling it move around while he runs and plays, slowly getting worse and worse. also he’d totally wearing plugs during games and practice. he likes doing discrete things in public cuz he gets off on having his own little secret. AND cross dressing. loves little panties beneath his shorts during a game.
seb is probably like. a chronic humper, i’m sorry. it’s like he’s a puppy the way he’s constantly trying to stimulate himself. he’s always got a hand down his pants or groping himself over his pants, grinding against you or a pillow or the sheets. he’s always whining and whimpering as he does it, not even trying to get off, it’s just like a itch he can’t scratch, his cock hard and twitching all the time.
father anthony thinks all his sexual behaviors are perverted, so he’s not exactly out there on the spectrum, but edging. he’s not even supposed to masturbate because of his oath, but he just can’t…help it, so he figures if he just edges himself, the technically…it doesn’t count. and he can go for long periods of time too. i’m talking weeks where all he does he work himself up over and over again before stopping and going to bed. this unfortunately leads to him often making a mess in his pants when he doesn’t mean too. being so worked up makes him weak to the smallest touch. one time all he did was accidentally brush his cock against the edge of a desk and he came immediately, hips stuttering and moaning so loud he had to slap his hand over his mouth. but he honestly prefers it that way, cuz if he’s not cumming on purpose, then he’s not doing anything wrong or breaking any rules. also he likes to wear panties too, white cotton ones. he’ll eventually work himself up to lace and thongs, but to him, even white cotton is dirty.
charlie likes to watch you. he has cameras installed in the house that he watches 24/7 when he’s at work. it’s because he’s paranoid about your safety, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t get off on watching you like that. you can decide if you know about the cameras or not, whatever floats your boat, but either way one day he’ll catch you masturbating. he’s got his phone propped up on one of those things you stick to ur dash to hold it, driving his boss around, when you start slipping ur hand into ur panties. he almost crashes the car from how quickly he jerks the phone away from anyone else’s view, angling it just toward him as he watches out of the corner of his eye the whole drive.
nikolai is obsessed with leaving his scent on you or on your things. this could include one specific thing, but not everyone is into that so i won’t go into it, but he also cums on all ur things. your underwear, your tops, your bedsheets. he always does it when you aren’t home, sneaking into your room and getting himself over and over. you’ll come home to your bed and clothes being an absolute mess and have to scold him for it, immediately washing everything which only makes him grumpy because you’re ruining all his hard work, and it’s a never ending cycle.
hook is just a peeping tom. he’s never not trying to look thru ur windows and get a glance of you, watching you when you come out of the shower, when you work out, etc etc.
ernst is honestly a huge pervert, but i really don’t think he means to be😭it’s just that he’s so inexperienced that he’s terminally curious about everything. he steals ur underwear just to stare at them and smell them, he peeps on you bathing cuz he’s never seen another person naked before, he tries to get glances up ur skirt cuz he just wants to know what’s under there. if you were to ever call him out on it he’d look like a deer in headlights and start crying immediately from shame and embarrassment. honestly, he’s not even fully aware everything he’s doing is wrong. deep down he knows it has to be a secret, but he doesn’t entirely process how invasive and perverted he’s being.
what do u think the guys like being called/callin you 👀
mark griffin bait i need him
mark brain worms go brrrrrrrrrrrrrr me too
mark: my go to is that he calls you “little pet” “pet” “my pet” “my muse”, as for what he likes to be called i think he just likes hearing you say his name, otherwise pet names are probably neither here nor there to him. he might use the occasional babe or baby/like being called that but,,,if ur mad at him u call him marcus, which he absolutely hates.
simon: mama/daddy, sweetheart, love, obv, and he likes to be called baby, sweetheart, honey, etc, any incredibly cliche mushy pet names. and bunny ofc but he’ll never admit that. u always call him simon while everyone else calls him walker, but u might call him walker if ur mad at him.
rob: princess/my prince, baby, sweetheart—likes to be called daddy and papa primarily, but also enjoys being called babe
seb: he calls u babe most often and that’s what he likes to be called too. probably uses most of the cliche ones like baby and sweetheart, but he prefers a really strong babe.
luke: same with seb he likes babe or baby, might call u princess depending on whether or not ur the dom in the relationship.
ernst: he mostly just calls you ur name. i don’t think he rlly gets adventurous with pet names, mostly bc he’s awkward, but he likes to be called all the sweet names.
et: babe is his most common one. i think he likes when u just call him et or derrick.
charlie: princess/prince, love, sweetheart, baby, same as rob. as far as receiving tho he likes when u say his name all whiny and sweet. also likes being called daddy but.
nikolai: little bat, (depending on if ur turned or not) little vampire, vampling, my fledgling, darling. he likes it when u call him nikki.
anthony: little lamb, my dove, dove, sweetheart, my darling, darling. u usually just call him anthony or maybe tony occasionally.
hook: he uses darling, babe, baby, he also likes when u call him james. probably wants u to call him daddy but he’s rlly cringy abt it and ur like james, no.
another old one i had sitting in a google doc.
cw// taking a little island boys virginity. reader has a vagina and breasts but no pronouns are used. creampie.
Ernst’s face flushed a million shades of red as he was pushed back onto the mossy floor of the island. You crawled over him with a warm smile, one that was the picture of innocence, but the glint in your eyes revealed something more sinful lurking beneath their depths.
You straddled his waist, bunching your dress up around your thighs so that the thin barrier of your underwear was pressed against the cloth covering his crotch. He could feel all of the blood in his body rushing south and his head spun with the sudden assault of arousal.
“Y/N—“ he said your name in between frantic breaths. A moment ago you’d been discussing the stars, with Ernst relaying all the information he knew about various constitutions to you from his books, but in the next you’d given him a look, one he’d never been on the receiving end of, and pushed him down.
“May I kiss you, Ernst?” you asked, much too polite for a person that had just thrown yourself at him. You were leaning over him now, with your faces inches apart, and he could smell the sweet mint on your breath from dinner.
His mouth quivered as he looked at you. A mixture of excitement and anxiety coarsed its way through his veins at the very thought. He’d never been kissed before.
“U-Um. Yes—you can.” His voice was shaky as he spoke, coming out in frantic pants that would’ve been embarrassing if he hadn’t been so aroused.
You beamed at him before leaning forward and pressing your lips to his. They were softer than he imagined they would be, and your hair smelled like the flowers next to the lake across from the house.
He tried to control himself. He wanted, very desperately, to wrap his arms around your waist and push your body into his, to speed up your gentle kisses into something more desperate and dirty. His mouth twitched with the need to open beneath yours and slide his tongue along the soft surface of your gums.
Ernst clenched his fists at his sides with a ragged moan. His cock was beginning to ache inside his pants, more than he’d ever experienced in the privacy of his own bed, and the feeling of your warm hands on his bare chest was making him feel woozy.
As if reading his mind, your mouth opened against his and your small tongue licked across the seam of his lips, coaxing them open so you could lick into his mouth.
He was panting into your mouth now. The feeling of your tongue sliding against his was enough to make his hips buck, brushing the swell of his erection against your covered cunt, and you moaned softly in response.
The sound was more beautiful than that of the morning chirps of the birds.
Your hands moved to cup his neck and cheek, allowing your body to press against him completely. He could feel your breasts pushing against his chest now, as well as your thighs tightening around his hips.
Your body was warm and the feeling of your body weight atop him had his toes curling in the dirt.
Ernst was acutely aware of all the little noises he kept making into the kiss, soft little moans, almost like hiccups at times, that made him sound pathetic to his own ears.
Your body rolled against his then, dragging your cunt against him in one agonizing motion that made his body thrum with barely contained arousal. The feeling was so good he swore he saw stars.
Something was building in his gut, a blinding hot pleasure that boiled deep in his belly and made his hips rock incessantly against yours.
“Y/N,” he moaned as he forced your lips apart. You looked confused at the sudden interruption, but when you saw the flushed apples of his cheeks and the heaving rise and fall of his chest, a look of amusement graced your features.
Suddenly, you began to rock your hips faster and his cock slipped in between your covered lips. From there, he could feel how soaked you were, the heat radiating from between your legs, and he moaned loudly, voice cracking a bit.
“Y/N, I think—“ his brows knitted together and his mouth dropped open. An indescribable wave of pleasure washed over him, his mind whiting out and his ears ringing as his hips jerked through his release. His cum squirted into the crotch of his pants, soaking your underwear in the process
A wave of embarrassment washed over him. “I’m sorry,” he apologized in a rush, blush extending down to his chest now. “I didn’t mean to—“
“Ernst,” you laughed softly, cupping his flushed cheeks in your hands, “it’s quite alright. I was trying to make you finish.”
Ernst blinked. “You were?”
“Yes!” you exclaimed with a soft laugh. “For someone so intelligent, you’re not very good at this, are you?”
“I—I’m sorry.” He looked away bashfully. “I’ve never done this before.”
You kissed him softly. “Would you like for me to show you?”
“Show…show me what exactly?”
You grabbed his hand with a coy smile and slid it between your legs, letting him feel the damp material of your underwear and the heat radiating off of your cunt, and despite just cumming, Ernst felt his cock stir in response.
“Show you how to feel good,” you purred. With his hand still tucked between your legs, you reached for the strap of your dress and pulled them down your arms before pushing the bodice down, exposing the pale skin of your breasts.
Your nipples were pretty and hard, the soft swells of them more beautiful than anything he’d seen up until that point. He was hard within an instant and aching between his legs.
Ernst nodded rapidly, his eyes flickering between your exposed breasts and your face. You seemed to enjoy how much he was entranced by your body and grabbed both of his wrists, moving his hands up so he could cup your breasts in them.
Your nipples were hard against his palms and your skin was soft enough to make his brain melt. He was unbelievably aroused already.
His hands tentatively squeezed at them before readjusting, taking your rosy nipples in between his forefinger and thumb, pinching at the erect buds gently.
You moaned softly at that and pushed your chest forward. Your hand drifted behind his head to pull his ponytail loose, brunette locks falling around his face in crinkled waves. You tangled her hand in them carefully and began to maneuver his face down, bringing his lips closer to your breasts.
Ernst panted. His lips were centimeters away from them and he wanted so badly to lick and suck at them.
“Open,” you instructed him sweetly and Ernst complied, plump lips falling open so that you could push his head forward.
He closed his lips around a nipple with a moan, using his hand to grip your breast in his hands. He was aware of how desperate he must have looked to you, suckling with devpraved moans, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
His cock was throbbing from where it was confined inside his cum soaked pants, and it might’ve been disgusting if he wasn’t so delirious with need.
You ground against him slowly, careful to toe that dangerous line just enough to keep him riled up without pushing him over the edge.
“Ernst,” you gasped, “yes.”
Ernst’s free hand squeezed at your waist, almost too hard, but thankfully, you didn’t seem to mind.
You used the grip you had on his hair to pull him back. His eyes were glazed over, face wet with spit, as he panted into the night air. You kissed him messily, all teeth and tongue, before you pushed him back into the dirt.
“I’m going to ride you, Ernst,” you told him as you pulled your dress over your head, leaving you only in your cotton underwear, before pulling those down your legs too.
Ernst marveled at the sparse hair between your legs with a wanton expression. “I—okay. Yes.”
You pushed the thin white shirt he was wearing off his shoulders and to the side before sliding down his legs. The crotch of his underwear was damp from his cum, and Ernst flushed at the lude sight of it, but you simply jerked his pants down his legs.
His cock sprung free and settled against his toned stomach with a soft smack. The uncut tip was wet with his pre, smearing it along his skin in a sticky white trail.
“Y/N,” he called as you made your way back up his legs and straddled his thighs. “Have you ever…done this before?”
“Yes,” you replied, lifting your body so that your cunt hovered over his erection. “Once.”
You took his cock into your hand then and Ernst let out an unintentional whine. His gut twisted with humiliation.
“I—I might not last very long,” he managed to wheeze out between strokes.
You nodded. “It’s okay. This is about you.”
Ernst opened his mouth to respond, to insist that you didn’t need to focus solely on him, that he would do whatever he needed to bring you pleasure, but you sank down around him before he could, and he couldn’t help the embarrassingly loud moan that spilled from his lips as a result.
You were wet and tight around him, hot with the kind of warmth that sunk into every pore of his body and left his mind numb.
“Y/N,” he whined. His hips bucked against yours, causing you to shift slightly around him, and the sensation was so overwhelming that his eyes rolled back.
You seemed thrilled with his reaction and leaned forward, resting your hands on either side of his head so you could tower over him. Your breasts hung over his face teasingly, your nipples inches away from his cheeks.
“Good, Ernst?” you asked with a swivel of your hips and he moaned in agreement.
His mind was overwhelmed with pleasure as you bounced atop him, the explicit sounds of their skin smacking together echoing through the trees.
“H-Hah—You…oh, oh.”
“I’m so full, Ernst. I can feel the way you’re throbbing inside me, it’s so…mmh…you feel so good,” you panted in between bounces and the praise went directly to his cock.
Ernst often wondered what this would feel like during the late nights when he managed to sneak away to fuck his own hand. Spit was never slick enough, but he would imagine that it was something warmer and wetter as he chased his end.
Now, he could say with confidence that his hand hadn’t come anywhere close to this.
You would squeeze around him when his cock would push against a particularly sensitive spot inside you, and it would be accompanied by a wanton moan from your throat.
“Y/N, God,” he broke off with a whine and bucked his hips uselessly. He wanted desperately to aid you in your thrusts, to move with you, but he was weak to the feeling of you around him, and every move of his hips was off balance and shaky.
“Are you close, Ernst?”
Ernst nodded. He could feel that familiar edge approaching rapidly, his balls tightening between his legs, and any other time he might’ve been embarrassed about how quickly he was going to finish, but God did he feel too good to care right now.
His hands grabbed fistfuls of dirt beneath him as you bounced roughly atop him. “Good. Let yourself feel it, don’t hold back.”
Ernest panted into the warm island air. “Y/N—“
“Let go,” you whispered. Your hips moved faster and the smacking noises were so loud he briefly worried that his family may overhear. “Let go, let go. Come on, it’s okay.”
And then you punched one of his nipples, sending a spark of pleasure so sharp through his body that he jerked, cumming inside you with a broken moan.
You shoved your hand between your legs to touch yourself, where he couldn’t see, but he could feel you clenching around him in response, milking his cock dry through his orgasm.
A few seconds later, you came with a whine, and let your body slump against his.
“You’re very adorable, you know,” you giggled and Ernst blushed. “I like it.”
“You don’t suppose they heard any of that?” he asked sheepishly.
“Probably not, we’re quite far into the woods,” you reassured him, snuggling your nose into the crook of his neck. “I spotted a small lake a few paces ahead. I’d like to clean off before we head back.”
Ernst breathed in the scent of the flowers in your hair and smiled. “Yes, alright.”