#lacettes

[lacettes]

✩‧₊˚ ' use your words, baby. '

jayce talis x fem!reader - dom!jayce, slight degradation + praise, overstimulation, dacryphilia n size kink if u squint, teasing, vaginal sex,, wrap it b4 u tap it or wtv guys, creampie, sweet and filthy >v<

!! nsfw under the cut, mdni ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

'you gotta say it, sweetheart.'

his voice was low. warm. thick with amusement and heat as it wrapped around you like a slow drag of honey, sticky and sweet.

you were already under him, already trembling, already leaking around his cock where it was buried so deep inside you - but still, it wasn’t enough for him.

'you wanna cum, don't you?'

he murmured, hips rolling into you so slowly it almost hurt.

'feel how wet you are. how tight. fuck - she’s clenching like she’s beggin’ already, and you’re gonna pretend you don’t know what to say?'

your fingers clawed weakly at his back, your thighs shaking where they were hooked over his arms. he had you folded in half, completely pinned, like it was nothing - like he wasn’t six foot something and built like a dream. he was holding you there effortlessly, body carefully curled over yours, lips brushing your cheek as you tried to breathe.

you wanted to say it.

you wanted to beg.

but your throat was tight, the words caught behind your teeth like they were too sinful to speak aloud.

'i- i can't,' you whimpered, face burning as you turned your head away, eyes glossy. jayce stilled for a moment, deep inside you, and then laughed softly. 'yeah, you can, you just dont wanna.'

he pulled back a little - just enough to make you feel the stretch, the way your walls fluttered trying to pull him back in - and then he slammed back in, hard and slow and deep. you cried out, your whole body jolting as your back arched off the bed.

'oh, what was that?' he teased, voice rough. 'was that a sound, baby? thought u were too shy to make those.'

you couldn’t even answer. not with the way he was hitting that spot inside you, over and over, unrelenting and devastatingly slow.

'look at me.' you shook your head. 'c- cant- 's too much -!'

'don't care. look at me, pretty.' his hand caught your jaw, gentle but firm, tilting your face toward him until your watery eyes met his. 'there she is. that's it, my good girl.'

you whimpered, blinking up at him like you didn’t know if you were about to sob or scream.

'feel what you're doing to me?' he asked, voice low and hot against your mouth. 'christ- milking me, baby. you want me to fill you up that bad, mm? want me to fuck you stupid?'

a sob left your throat.

'cmon, use your words,' he murmured, slowing down again; grinding deep inside you, dragging it out, making your whole body tremble. 'say you want me to cum inside. say it, beautiful.'

you tried. really, you did.

but all that came out was a broken little 'please,'

he chuckled, dark and fond, and kissed your cheek, your temple, your lips. 'my poor baby,' he cooed, 'too shy to talk, but not too shy to take this cock, hm?'

you moaned helplessly, and he started fucking into you harder - faster now, but still controlled, every thrust a slow burn that built the pressure until your toes curled and your fingers dug into his shoulders.

'bet you could cum just from this,' he said, grinning as you clenched around him. 'just from how deep i am. fuck, you’re takin’ me so good, sweetheart - so tight f'me.'

your breath hitched. your hands reached up to grip at his biceps like you were drowning. 'j- jayce !'

'mm? finally gonna say what you need?'

you blinked up at him, lips trembling, and whispered:

'need you to cum inside… p-please, need it,' and god, the way he groaned when you said it - like it knocked the breath out of him.

'fuck, there's my girl.' he growled. 'see? wasn't so hard.'

his pace stuttered. rougher now, more desperate, like your words broke something in him. your back arched again, clinging to him like your life depended on it.

'gonna cum with me, yeah?' he panted, slamming into you, fucking you so deep it made your vision blur. 'gonna cream all over me while i fill this sweet little pussy up? that what you want?'

'yesyesyes -!' you sobbed, tears slipping down your cheeks. 'need it so bad- wan' be full,'

'you're gonna be full, baby,' he promised, voice ragged as he bottomed out and stayed there. 'gonna fill you up so good. you'll be dripping for hours.'

you came with a cry, whole body locking up as your orgasm crashed over you like a wave. jayce wasn’t far behind, groaning deep in his chest as he pressed you down, hips grinding into yours as he emptied inside you, cock twitching as he spilled everything into your soft, wet heat.

you were both shaking when it was over - your legs still wrapped around him, your breath hitching in little sobs as he brushed your hair back and kissed your cheeks, your tears.

'mm.. there she is.' he murmured. 'my angel. you did so good.' you nuzzled into him, body limp and trembling, too spent to speak.

'still shy after all of this, huh?' he teased softly. 'that’s okay. i’ll keep gettin’ those pretty words out of you. one way or another.'

‧₊˚ should i write ab college professor!jayce or college professor!viktor next? need more ideas >< - cooking up another simon fic thou, soon ♡

[lacettes]

✩‧₊˚ ' beneath the mask '

simon “ghost” riley x f!reader — smut, readers first time seeing simons face, vaginal sex, hand-holding, body worship, soft dom!simon (is it obvious i love soft doms?), protective simon ♡

!! nsfw under the cut, mdni ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

you’ve kissed every part of him but his mouth.

cheekbones, jaw, the bridge of his nose through fabric. your lips know the shape of his mask better than your own skin, memorized from the nights you curl into his chest and let him hold you through the dark. it’s a line you’ve never crossed — never even tried. not because you’re afraid, but because he is.

simon keeps the mask on. always.

and you’ve never asked why. you only nod when he presses his forehead to yours, gloved hand cupping your cheek like he’s terrified you’ll disappear if he lets go.

but tonight, you’re spread across his lap, bare thighs on denim, arms looped around his broad shoulders. you’re both half-dressed — your shirt is off, and his is pushed up enough that your belly brushes his stomach with every shift of your hips. his hands are shaking. not out of lust, but something deeper. he’s holding you like you’re something fragile. something precious.

he pulls away slightly, thumbs brushing the swell of your hips, and says your name like a prayer.

'can i show you?'

your breath catches.

you don’t even ask what he means. you just nod, soft and slow, and bring your hands up to cradle his jaw — his real jaw. the rough stubble scratches your palms. his chest rises and falls, uneven and shaky. then, with hesitant fingers, simon peels off the mask.

and god.

he’s beautiful.

not in the polished, perfect way that magazines would call handsome. no, simon’s beauty is raw. scarred. there’s a split along his lower lip, faded and white. his nose is crooked — clearly broken once, maybe more. his cheekbones are sharp, jawline tense, a little bruise shadowing the underside of his chin.

but his eyes.

they're the softest thing you've ever seen.

'jesus,' you whisper, awe heavy in your voice. 'you're... you're perfect.'

his jaw twitches, like he doesn’t believe you.

so you lean in and kiss him. slowly. reverently. your lips press to the corner of his mouth first, then his top lip, then finally — finally — you kiss him fully. he groans, low and pained like he’s breaking open. like it hurts to be loved this gently.

his hands roam your back as your mouths move together, and when you shift in his lap, you feel it— he’s already hard. he’s been hard since you undressed, probably, but he hadn’t made a move. not until now.

'touch me,' you whisper, grabbing his hand and guiding it down between your legs. 'please.'

he groans again, like it takes everything in him not to ruin you right then.

instead, he cups you. thumb brushing where you’re soaked through your panties, slow and reverent. his fingers are warm, careful, moving with a gentleness that makes your chest ache. and when you start to whimper, hips rocking into his palm, he pulls you closer — chest to chest, heart to heart.

'you're so good, love,' he murmurs, forehead pressed to yours. 'so fuckin' good f'me.'

your hand slides down, shakily unzipping his jeans, pulling him out with fingers that tremble around the weight of him. simon shudders, a curse slipping through his parted lips as you stroke him — bare, finally, and so painfully sensitive.

you line him up, and he pauses — hand on your hip, brows furrowed.

'you sure?'

you nod, eyes wide.

'words, baby.'

'i want you,' you whisper. 'i need you, si.'

he sinks in slowly, carefully, until he’s fully seated inside you. your head falls forward, lips brushing his bare neck as your body stretches around him. he holds you like he’s scared you’ll break, one hand gripping yours — tightly, like a lifeline — and the other buried in your hair.

you move together like you’ve done this a thousand times. slow, deep thrusts. you cry out, overwhelmed with sensation, and simon coos softly against your cheek.

'there you go. takin’ me so well. look at you.'

his lips find your jaw, then your mouth, then your cheek again, kissing every inch of skin like it’s sacred. his voice is breathless, sweet, breaking.

you’re so full. it knocks the breath out of you.

simon’s cock is thick, warm, dragging against all your softest, most sensitive parts. your thighs tremble around his hips as he stays still, buried deep inside, letting you adjust. his hand finds yours again, fingers laced together tight, and he kisses your temple like it might keep him from falling apart.

'fuck, you feel good,' he murmurs, voice rasping. 's'like you were made f'me.'

your lips part, a little whimper slipping free as you shift your hips — just barely — and the stretch burns so good it nearly makes you cry. his cock twitches inside you, and he grits his teeth, trying to hold back.

'easy, pretty.' he whispers. 'squeezin' me so tight.'

he starts to move, slow and deep, each thrust dragging every inch of him across your walls. your head falls back and he groans at the sight— your mouth open, eyes fluttering, body clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

'thats it,' he croons. 'let me take care of ye.'

his thumb finds your clit and circles soft, teasing strokes over it, matching the rhythm of his hips. your whole body jolts, and he swallows your gasp with a kiss.

'there she is,' he coos.

your nails dig into his shoulder blades. your pussy flutters around him, slick and hot, and simon’s composure starts to crack. his hips stutter just a bit, breath hitching as he buries his face in your neck.

he thrusts harder. deeper. the sound of skin meeting skin fills the room, mixed with your soft moans and his breathy curses. his name leaving your lips like a chant, worshipful and ragged.

'mm, look at ye,' he growls. 'makin' a mess on my cock. gonna cum, hm?'

you nod, frantic. your thighs lock tighter around him. his thumb speeds up, pushing you right to the edge, and his other hand grips your ass, angling your hips just right —

'go on then.' he urges, voice rough. 'cum on my cock. show me how good i make u feel, yeah?'

and you do. hard.

your whole body trembles, thighs quaking as you break apart around him. your pussy clenches down so tight it pulls a guttural groan from simon, and he thrusts twice more before stilling — buried deep, twitching inside you as he spills, warm and thick, panting into your neck.

his whole body sags against yours.

'jesus christ,' he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple. 'you're gonna be the death of me.

you hum softly, brain fuzzy, clinging to him like he’s home. 'mm, i love u..'

he smiles, shifting just enough to look at you, brushing the damp hair from your forehead, and his voice drops low — tender.

'again?'

you blink.

'..now?'

he chuckles. 'i’ve got a lot of makin’ up to do, sweetheart. haven’t even had a proper taste of you yet.'

[lacettes]

✩‧₊ ' first time? '

simon “ghost” riley x shy!f!reader — oral (reader giving), inexperienced reader, softdom!simon, filthy praise, age gap if u squint, slow and sensual, gentle coaxing and guiding

⋆˚࿔ first fic, b kind ! please lmk what to fix; how to improve

!! nsfw under the cut, mdni ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

'you sure, sweetheart?'

his voice was so soft. like velvet over gravel, thick with something dark and low in his throat. like he already knew your answer.

you nodded, eyes flickering up to him from where you sat on your knees between his spread thighs.

'wanna make u feel good,' you whispered.

he exhaled slow, leaning back on the edge of the bed, legs wide open for you. 'already do, luvie. just by lookin’ at me like that.'

your cheeks were warm, flushed, your hands shaky. he was already half-hard, thick and heavy between his legs, and god he was big.

'don't have to,' he said again, voice quieter now. 'don't want u doin' anything yer not ready for.'

'i want to,' you said, a little firmer, even if your voice still trembled. your fingers brushed his thigh — featherlight. 'i jus' don't.. know what to do.'

simon’s eyes darkened, his whole expression softening like butter. 'fuckin' hell,' he murmured. 'you tryin' to kill me, baby?'

you smiled nervously, eyes still fixed low. and then, so slowly it felt like holding your breath, you reached for his cock, curling your fingers gently around the base.

'fuck-' his hips twitched.

you looked up at him in alarm, but he just gave you a lopsided smile, eyes hooded, heavy with lust and something warmer.

'yer doin' perfect,' he said, brushing your hair behind your ear. 'yer just real soft, that's all. my fuckin' angel.' you lowered your head, pressed the shyest kiss to his tip. then another. then another.

simon groaned, low and rough. 'thats it, baby. nice 'n slow.'

your tongue peeked out, timid and unsure, licking a little stripe up his length. his hand came to rest on the back of your head — not pushing. just holding. grounding.

'atta girl,' he breathed. you moaned softly, lips parting as you took him in, just the tip at first, warm and slick on your tongue.

'fuck,' he hissed. 'so sweet, just like that.'

you sucked carefully, moving slow, too gentle. you didn’t even know what you were doing — your jaw trembled a little, your hands resting on his thighs like you were afraid to squeeze too hard.

your eyes started to water from the stretch, even with only half of him in your mouth. simon caught it immediately.

'hey, hey,' he soothed, thumb brushing the corner of your eye. 'doin' alright, baby?'

you nodded, cock still in your mouth, cheeks bulging slightly. your lips formed a tight ‘o’ around him.

he smiled again, fucking soft for such a big man. 'good girl. doin' so well f'me.'

you pulled back to catch your breath, a string of spit connecting your lips to his tip. you wiped it away quickly, embarrassed, but he stopped you.

'dont,' he murmured, dragging his thumb over your chin. 'looks fuckin' beautiful, baby.'

his praise made you squirm.

'jus'.. don’t know how to make it feel really good for you,' you said softly.

his thumb tugged your bottom lip gently. 'you already are. but if you want help, i’ll show you, yeah?'

you nodded. his hand curled in your hair again, this time guiding; just a little pressure, coaxing your head forward. 'open ur mouth, pretty.'

you did, letting him ease you back down on his cock slowly, slowly. his breath hitched, the grip on your hair tightening just a bit.

'hollow your cheeks, baby—yeah, like that. fuck. so fuckin’ pretty like this.'

you let him guide your head gently, letting your lips glide along his length. your eyes watered more. he kept encouraging, praising you through it.

'gonna make me cum if you keep lookin’ up at me like that,' he growled. 'such a shy little thing, but suckin’ me like you were made for it.'

you moaned around him and the vibrations made him swear under his breath. your pace was still messy, still slow, and you had to pull off every few strokes to breathe — eyes glassy, lips red and wet, and so fucking desperate to please.

'just like that, sweetheart. c’mon. make a mess. yer doin’ so good.'

you bobbed your head again, letting spit drip down your chin, your jaw starting to ache, but his words made it worth it. 'y’gonna let me cum in that pretty mouth?'

he asked, his voice tight. you nodded with a soft hum, sucking him deeper. his head fell back, hips bucking once, then twice.

'fuckfuck—there it is, take it, baby—fuck,'

he came with a groan, hips stuttering, hand tight in your hair, and you swallowed as much as you could, the rest dripping from the corner of your lips. you wiped your mouth, cheeks burning, eyes wide.

he looked down at you, breathless, completely wrecked. and then he pulled you up into his lap, holding you tight against his chest.

'never lettin' u go,' he muttered, kissing your hair. 'never. you nearly fuckin' killed me there.' you giggled, hiding your face in his neck.

[lacettes]

✩‧₊˚ ' pretty when you cry '

jayce talis x gn!reader | smut, overstimulation, dacryphilia, sub!jayce, dom!reader, pretty crier jayce, handjob, degradation/praise mix, messy messy messy !!

!! nsfw under the cut, mdni ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

'mm, you can take it, baby,' you murmur, breath warm against his cheek. 'you'll take it, c'mon. look at you — already shaking, and i’ve barely touched you.'

jayce doesn’t speak. he can’t.

his chest heaves, muscles straining under sweat-slick skin, golden brown flushed a deep red that climbs from his throat to his ears. he’s so fucking pretty like this — bare and trembling, thick thighs parted wide, cock twitching in your grip as you slowly, cruelly pump him for the third time.

you've lost count of how many times hes come.

your hand is soaked with him — slick and sticky and sweet, precum dripping from the flushed head, glistening down your knuckles. it’s obscene. sinful.

and he’s crying.

real tears, clinging to his lashes, trailing down those sculpted cheekbones. fat, glimmering drops that make your stomach twist and your thighs clench.

'please—' he chokes out, voice rough and high. 'i can’t— i don’t—'

'can't what, jayce?' you coo. 'can’t handle a little handjob? such a big man, falling apart because someone’s jerking you off. pathetic.'

his hips jerk into your fist. he whimpers. it’s humiliating.

and god, he loves it.

'not— not pathetic,' he tries, lips wobbling.

'then why are you crying?' you lean in, lick the tears from his jaw, slow and wet. he gasps like it burns.

'you're so dramatic, jayce.' you whisper, your voice like honey. 'always trying to hold it in. pouty mouth, glossy eyes, like you’re above this. but you’re not, are you?'

your thumb swirls around the leaking tip. his whole body twitches.

you’re mine. just a pretty little mess for me.

he sobs.

and it’s beautiful.

his mouth is parted, lower lip trembling, eyes blown and wet as your hand moves faster, twisting just right, wrist working in slow, firm pumps that leave his brain blank. his thighs tremble beneath your knees. he’s whining now — sharp, helpless little noises punched out with each stroke.

'don't stop,' he begs suddenly. 'don’t— fuck, please— don’t stop, please, i need it, i need—'

he doesn’t even make sense anymore.

and you don’t stop. you can’t. not when he looks like this — tears slipping down flushed cheeks, body trembling, his perfect, well-spoken self reduced to nothing more than need.

'gonna come again,' he gasps. 'gonna— oh my god—'

he throws his head back, a wail tearing from his throat as he spills over your hand — again — thick and hot, painting your fingers, your wrist, his stomach, so much of him it drips between your knuckles.

he sobs through it, body convulsing, tears falling faster now. ruined.

and you just smile.

'good boy.' you whisper. 'so fucking pretty when you cry.'

[lacettes]

hi !! first, i'd like too say that your theme is adorable !!

second, can i request some soft dom male reader reassuring and praising shy/insecure!viktor when fucking him? i need it ^^

omg hii angel ♡ !!! you're the sweetest ever for saying that, thank you sm?? and aaAAA your request?? chefs kiss !! soft dom reader and insecure viktor?? you know exactly what you’re doing ><

✩‧₊˚ ' in the quiet, i'll show you '

male!reader x shy!insecure!viktor - soft!dom!reader, lotslotslots !! of reassurance, body worship, praise, implied first time if u squint, gentle sex, fingering (viktor receiving)

!! nsfw under the cut, mdni ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

he doesn’t want the lights on.

doesn’t say it outright, but you feel it when his hand hovers near the lamp on the nightstand and then hesitates. when he looks at you like he’s been caught.

'you don't have to hide from me,' you say softly.

he still doesn’t turn it on.

he won’t meet your eyes either. just sits there, legs pulled up, arms wrapped around his knees like he’s trying to disappear.

you sit beside him on the bed. wait.

after a moment, viktor speaks, voice low. brittle.

'i don’t look like… them. the people you could have.'

your heart cracks a little.

'don't want them,' you murmur, brushing his messy curls back from his face. 'i want you.'

he finally glances at you. eyes glassy, cheeks flushed.

'you don't have to be brave for me,' you whisper, tipping his chin up. 'you just have to let me show you.'

you take your time.

pull his shirt off slowly. press kisses to every inch of skin you uncover. you feel the way he trembles under your touch, the way his breath catches when your lips find the scar at his ribs.

'so fuckin' perfect,' you murmur against his skin.

he lets out a shaky breath. his fingers curl in the sheets.

'don't-' he swallows. 'don't lie.'

'baby, look at me.' you tilt his face up again, gentle. he hesitates, then obeys. his lashes are wet. 'do i look like i'm lying, viktor?'

he doesn’t answer. just stares at you like he’s afraid he might break.

you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. then his throat. then lower.

'gonna take care of you,' you whisper, hands on his thighs. 'just relax.'

he’s already half-hard. nervous. shy. twitching under your mouth when you kiss the soft skin of his stomach.

'let me prep you, yeah?' you murmur, fingers trailing down.

his hips jerk. 'i- okay. yeah.'

you lube your fingers. slow. careful. and when you ease the first one in, you don’t miss the way his whole body tenses.

'breathe, baby,' you whisper, kissing his hip. 'you're doing so well.'

he nods, jaw tight, eyes shut like he’s afraid he’ll cry.

you curl the finger slowly. feel him clench, then loosen.

'f- feels strange,' he mumbles. 'but- ngh.. not bad.'

'it'll feel better soon,' you promise. 'just let me get you ready.'

you work him open with so much patience it nearly hurts. each finger coaxed in carefully, each breath drawn out of him in soft, whimpering gasps. his thighs start to shake when you brush his prostate the first time.

he moans. loud. unguarded.

you do it again. again.

he’s sobbing your name before long, cock flushed and leaking against his stomach, body writhing beneath your mouth.

'that's it, baby.' you whisper, kissing the inside of his thigh. 'you're so fuckin' perfect.'

his hands claw at the sheets. you add just a little more pressure, rub slow circles against that spot, and his whole body jerks.

'i'm-' his voice cracks. 'i'm gonna- fuck..!'

'yeah,' you whisper. 'cum f'me, pretty. show me how good it feels.'

he falls apart with a choked sob, thighs trembling around your shoulders, hole clenching tight around your fingers as he spills across his stomach.

you don’t stop touching him.

not until the spasms pass. not until he’s whimpering and flushed and too spent to move.

then you kiss your way back up his chest. soft. reverent.

'still with me, pretty?' you murmur, brushing his hair back.

he nods, dazed. overwhelmed. completely ruined already - and you haven’t even fucked him yet.

you settle between his legs, cock hard against his thigh, and he looks up at you with big, wet eyes.

'you sure about this?' you ask, kissing his temple.

he nods again. whispers,

'yeah.. want you.'

you keep kissing him.

temple, cheek, mouth. slow, languid presses of lips that make him sigh into you, shaky and loose-limbed. he’s flushed all the way to his chest, fingers twitching at your back like he doesn’t know where to hold, like he can’t believe you’re still here.

'you already made a mess for me,' you murmur, dragging your knuckles gently down his sternum. 'so pretty when you cum.'

he hides his face, breath hitching. you feel the heat of his blush on your neck.

'don't- don't say that,'

'why not?' you ask, hand curling gently under his chin to tilt him back toward you. his eyes flutter, lashes still damp. 'you don't like knowing how much i want you?'

'i- i do, i just.. it's embarrassing.' he whispers.

you smile, all soft teeth and breath.

'baby,' you murmur, brushing your nose against his, 'you just came on my fingers from a little prep. you think i don’t want to ruin you?'

he lets out the quietest little sound at that - almost a whimper, almost a laugh. half-hiding under your touch, all flushed and pliant. but his legs part for you, just a little. his eyes flicker down.

you reach for the lube again. 'just keep your eyes on me, yeah?' your voice lowers, rich with warmth. 'want you to feel everything.'

you slick your cock slow, let him watch. let him hear the sound of it, let him see the way your eyes drink him in - spread open, thighs trembling, stretched and ready, still flushed from the high you gave him.

'we can stop at any time,' you remind him gently. 'just say the word.'

he nods, breath stuttering. 'want you. please.'

you line up, tip pressing soft against the rim. even that makes his breath catch, hands tightening in the sheets. you stay there for a moment, just pressing, not pushing.

'you're so fuckin' tight,' you murmur, voice thick.

he whimpers.

you ease in slow.

inch by inch, careful as you can. your hands cradle his hips. his brow furrows, jaw clenched tight, legs twitching where they’re draped over your thighs.

'shh, i got you,' you whisper. 'just breathe. you're doing so well. so pretty.'

he gasps, thighs trembling. 'h- hurts,' he admits, voice high and cracking. 'but- don't stop.'

you still. kiss the corner of his mouth. 'just a second, sweetheart. lets get you used to it.'

you don’t move. not until you feel him unclench. not until his breath evens out and his body stops fighting it. not until he blinks up at you, flushed and wide-eyed, and nods.

'ready,' he whispers.

you start to move.

shallow at first. just enough to let him feel the drag, the push, the stretch. his head tips back on the pillow, mouth slack.

'feel- feel so full.' he stutters.

'you're taking me so well,' you murmur, watching his body. 'fuck, viktor. you don't even know what you do to me.'

your hands slide up his thighs. you hook one over your shoulder. it opens him wider - deeper. he gasps, sharp and keening, cock twitching where it rests against his belly.

'this okay?' you ask, still slow, still gentle.

he nods frantically. 'yes- yes, god- feels so good.'

his hands find your arms. hold tight. his eyes flutter open just long enough to meet yours before fluttering shut again, overwhelmed. he moans when you grind in deep, rocking your hips and nudging that spot that makes him shake all over.

you lean down. kiss the tears off his cheek. murmur against his ear. 'you’re takin’ all of me, baby. so deep inside. you feel that?'

he gasps. nods.

'you’re squeezin’ me so tight, fuck - made for me, weren’t you?'

he sobs.

not words. just wrecked little sounds, breathless and wet, hips arching up into every thrust like his body can’t help it. like he needs it.

'don't hide, baby,' you whisper when he tries to turn his face away again. 'wanna see how pretty you are when you cum.'

'i- i can't- 's too much-'

you stroke him. slow. tight.

his cock is already twitching in your hand, wet with cum, oversensitive. he shudders hard when your palm brushes the head.

'shh,' you murmur. 'you can take it, pretty. just a little more.'

he cries out when you hit his spot again. it’s like his body folds, like it melts under you, hips jerking up, cock spilling again between you.

you groan, watching him come apart again, whole body shuddering.

his hole clenches around you tight - too tight - and you can’t help it. you fuck him through it, chasing your own high, watching him sob under you, slick and trembling and begging without words.

'gonna fill you up,' you rasp. 'fuck you so full you won't be able to forget me.'

he moans, wrecked and overwhelmed.

you spill inside him with a low growl, cock buried deep, hips pressed flush against his ass. you stay like that - panting, shaking, heart pounding against his chest - until he blinks up at you.

his eyes are wet.

'still with me? you okay, baby?'

he nods. then breaks into the softest little smile. wrecked. flushed. perfect.

'you did so good for me,' you whisper, kissing him again. 'so brave.'

he clings to you. legs wrapped around your waist. arms shaking but tight.

'don't go,' he whispers.

you don’t.

you just kiss him again, and again, and again - until the tremors pass. until the mess between you starts to cool. until you’re both breathing slow and full and safe again.

'mine,' you murmur, half-asleep against his shoulder.

'yours,' he breathes.

[lacettes]

did u take inspiration by another blog?? seems similar to another one lol

hii anon! im not sure who this is about, but everything i make here is from my own head,, if theres ever a blog you think im too close to, feel free to lmk!!

i totally get where youre coming from though !! theres sooo many lovely creators out there, and its super easy for vibes or styles to overlap a little sometimes

i hope this clears some things up, im sorry for the misunderstanding 🫶

[lacettes]

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˚₊‧꒰ა lurali ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ - ' delicate hands, dirty thoughts '

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⋆.˚ requests and dms always open ; i write mostly to cope.. and because i'm obsessed.