#kune thoughts

[sayprettypleasemydear]

I want to tie him up, put a pillow between his legs,

and tell him to show me how needy he really is.

Make him hump it like it’s me,

pathetic little thrusts and whimpers and drool on the sheets.

Then leave him there.

Hard. Leaking. Denied.

[sayprettypleasemydear]

God, I love watching big strong men turn pathetic.

All that muscle, all that gym time, all that flexing like it means something.

And the second I tell you to sit down, shut up, and hump a pillow like a good boy?

You’re already whining.

You’re already leaking.

You’re already looking at me like I’m the only thing holding your dumb little brain together.

You think being strong makes you less pathetic?

It makes it funnier.

You’re built like a tank and still fold like paper when I tease you.

So go ahead. Flex for me. Show me how tough you are.

And then moan like a bitch when I ruin you with one hand.

[sayprettypleasemydear]

Just want to tie him down and stroke his cock slow and lazy while he thrashes like a needy little freak.

Let him cry, let him beg, let him hump the air like a dog.

He thought he was getting off tonight? That’s cute.

I’m not done ruining him yet.

[sayprettypleasemydear]

Edging him slow, soft, careful.

Just enough to keep him breathing heavy and whispering my name.

His face turned the prettiest shade of red.

And every time I paused, he looked like his whole world stopped.

That’s exactly how I want him.

[sayprettypleasemydear]

I want to tie you up so tight you can’t even wiggle.

Just spread out and helpless like the pathetic little mess you are.

Then I’ll sit right between your legs and barely touch you.

Brush my fingers over your thighs, maybe ghost them over your cock,

just enough to make you flinch and whimper.

But I won’t actually give you what you want.

Oh no.

I’ll watch you beg.

I’ll enjoy how desperate you get.

And when you think I’m finally going to stroke you?

I’ll stop. Smile. And tell you,

"Yeah, no. Not yet."

[sayprettypleasemydear]

I like pretty boys best when they cry.

Not the dramatic kind.

The slow, soft, overwhelmed kind.

Tease them for long enough and they go all quiet, breath hitching, voice shaking just this useless little mess waiting for permission.

So beautiful. So breakable. So mine.

[sayprettypleasemydear]

Men who cry are so pretty.

All flushed cheeks and glassy eyes, lips trembling while their voice breaks mid-sentence.

Like baby, why are you apologizing?

You look divine like this.

[sayprettypleasemydear]

Men act hard until you make them too overstimulated to even remember their own name.

Then they’re nothing but a trembling mess, desperate for your approval.

All that “strong guy” talk disappears when you’re the one pulling the strings.