A/N: that's a fucking wet dream this fic. Like...i wish i could do that so bad ahaha, anyway. My inner whore sings that kinktober, hope you will enjoy it as much as i did while writing it.
Yes the gif i used..it's an excuse, because it always makes me feel things hehe.
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TW: anal (pegging, male receiving), mention of oral (r receiving), praise kink, dom!reader (no name calling though), Chris is called a pretty boy and he wikes it. Two idiots in love, bff in love.
not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own
âSo, youâve done it, multiples timeâ, he asks you with pink cheeks.
âYes I did, Chris. Why?â
Well, the why isâŠhe wants you to peg him.
Youâre his best friend fromâŠhe canât even remember, he just knows he can trust you andâŠfuck heâs not gonna lie, he always wanted to have youâŠmore than just friend.
âI want to try.â
You laugh, not mocking, genuinely because you never thought the conversation was leading to this particular aspect of your sex life. Especially with your best friend, whom you had a big crush on for the past years.
âYou want me to peg you?â
He nods and looks at you up down. âYeah, IâveâŠbeen thinking about it from some time now. Would you like to do it? You can say no, but I trust you with my lifeâŠâ
âAnd your ass apparentlyâ, you joke and you both laugh.
Three weeks later, Chris is stopping by your place. You are a bitâŠeager to be honest. You said yes, because youâve dream of fucking Americaâs ass for some time now and even more since he asked you. You already have the strap on, under your sweats. He told you; he wanted you to have the complete control. He was submitting to you.
âHeyâ he greets you with his deep voice.
âHey, handsome. How was your trip?â you ask, but the look he gives make you understandâŠthat heâs not here for small talk. And you understand it even more, when the door closed, and he slams you on the wall and kisses you hard.
âFuck, I want to do that for yearsâ, he groans. You can only gasp, when he massages your butt and kisses your neck. âFuck, you smell and feel amazing Y/Nâ. You hold onto him, when he carries you to your room, when he realises you have the stap already, he bucks his hips against you. âYouâre gonna fuck me, Y/Nâ. You can only nod and tugs on his hair.
He lays you on the bed and looks at you. âCan I take off your clothes?â
âYes, you can Chris.â He does it slowly, gently, kissing every bit of skin that appears. Then he sees the strap and he moans.
âOh my god, you look beautiful with it.â You smile and blush a little. Always feeling butterflies in your stomach when Chris is complimenting you. You sit and tug on his pants.
âYour turn. Get naked, ass up, Iâm gonna prep you.â He takes less ceremony to strip. He slides his pants down with his boxers and his cock bounces freely. His big fat and hard cock that makes you salivate since he sends you the nude pic by mistakes.
âWas it really a mistake, Chris?â you ask him. He chuckles.
âNot really, was a drunk decision mainlyâŠâ. You sit up and kisses him. Fuck youâre already addicted to him. And so does he, he holds you tight and deepens the kiss, panting when he needs air. âFuck, Iâve been jerking off on the thought of you fucking my ass for weeks now.â You smirk and stroke his chest.
âDid you play with your tight hole, like I told you?â, he blushes at your question, but nods to affirm he did it. âGood, now, lay back and I will take care of you, knees to your chest so I can see you little back hole, Chrisâ, you purr in his ear.
He lays back and holds his legs to his chest, exposing his ass. You rub his legs and puts your strap beside his cock. âLook at that, almost the same size. Fuck after I fuck you ass, you will have to fuck my pussy.â You both gasp at your revelation. You look at him, scared that he would say no.
âYour wishes are my commands, maâam.â You kiss him and rubs your strap on his cock, making him moan. Then you grab the lube and puts some on your fingers to go tease him down there, he arches his back.
âSo pretty, Chris, my pretty boyâ. He blushes, getting flustered by your words. You smile and stroke his cheek, making him blush harder. âNobody ever called you pretty boy?â. He shakes his head.
âOnly my momâŠâ You kiss him tenderly, your finger pushes in his tight hole, making him squirm.
âDo you like when I call you my pretty boy?â, you purr against his temple. He nods and breathlessly say yes.
From then, you focus on his reaction when you start to thrust two fingers inside him, he looks straight into your eyes, the blue of them making you shiver from lust. The pupils are blown wide, and he rocks his hips in time with your fingers. âReady for a third one pretty boy?â
âYeessss, please, fuck me!â
âSo politeâ, you smile and add more lube to let your third fingers inside. He groans and looks at you, then at your strap and he holds it tight, stroking it. âOh, my pretty boy is eager.â Heâs flustered again, not able to get use to the nickname and the tone of your voiceâŠwhy did he wait so long? âTwo idiots in love maybe, Chrisâ, you reply, making him realises he said it out loud.
âI want your cock, now, please. Iâm ready, I promise.â You nod and puts more lube on the strap and on his hole, before settling the fake cock at his entrance and you push in, slowly, looking at his face for discomfort. You find any, only relief and lust, he holds your hands that are on his legs, and he moans, a beautiful one, the one you make when a good cock enters your pussy.
âFuck, look at you pretty boy, taking my cock so well⊠my good pretty boyâ That praise makes him moan louder and he rocks his hips. A signal, you take, and you start to thrust in and out. He moans louder, bringing you down on him for a kiss, making you bottom out, when you feel your thighs against his ass, you moan in the kiss.
âYes, fuck me, wrecked me, please!â chants Chris. He grabs your waist and gives you the pace he wants, you smile and do like he wishes, taking hold of his cock, your fingers not touching when they hold it. Your jerk him off on time with your hips and Chrisâs eyes roll back, his mouth hangs open and a silence moan leave it.
âIâM GONNA CUMâ, he screams after a while, you go harder, rolling your hips and you find his prostate, his cock jumping in your hand and his back arching hard. âRight hereâ, he pants. He wraps his hand around yours and helps you jerk him.
âSuch a pretty boy, come on, cum all over you, make a big mess for me.â He moans, heaves, pants and then, he lets go. Cumming all over his chest, big fat rope painting his tummy and chest hair, some landing on his chin. You fuck him through his orgasm, and you feel your wetness pooling down your legsâŠyouâve never been so turned on while pegging someone.
He taps your arm gently, and you pull out slowly, massaging his legs and helping him stretch them, you lay beside him, and you hug him, licking the sperm on his chin and kissing him after, making him groan and holds the back of your head. You both open your eyes and smile at each other. âNot letting you go, I want this with you, and more. I want you to be my girlfriend Y/N.â You kiss him again.
âI want that too, Chris, so much.â He smiles and bites your lip.
âYour turn, young lady, let me taste that pussy.â You kneel on the bed to take the strap off, and when itâs done, he hoists you on his face. âSit on my face, canât feel my legs right nowâ You giggle, and moan when his tongue licks your wetness.
summary: after a few months of dating, you finally decide to open yourself up to Chris about your taboo sexual desires.
word count: 6.5k (got a little carried away)
warnings: !!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!! self doubt, insecurities, SMUT, dom/sub dynamics, sub!chris, dom!reader, oral (m receiving), goddess kink, mommy kink, unprotected sex, edging, overstimulation, sensory deprivation, temperature play, alcohol consumption, dirty talk, use of cock ring, use of restraints, consensual slapping, slight dumbification, choking, dacryphilia, cream pie, cockwarming, fluff (at the end), rpf
notes: alright so uploading this fic was a mess, but after a bunch of trial and error we did it besties. also, THIS is the lingerie set that i tried to describe, just imagine it crotch less. btw i stand by it that cevans has a mommy kink you cannot change my mind.
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You looked over at Chrisâs slumbering form. Head rested against the down feather pillow, lips slightly parted allowing the tiniest of snores to escape from it.
These past 8 months together with Chris have been magical. He was everything you needed and vice versa. Yes, there were contentions between the two of you that still needed to be worked out, but you decided to cross that bridge when you two got to it.
One thing that wasnât a complication between the two of you was your sex life.
Chris was able to bring out sounds from your lips that you never knew were possible. The way heâd know exactly how to pull orgasms one right after the other from you.
He utilized every part of his being to pleasure you. From the rough pads of his fingers, his warm and wet tongue, to even the tight muscles of his defined quads that he made you grind down against. If part of him could bring you bliss, he took advantage of it.
Though you loved how much the man took control every time youâd get lost in the sheets, part of you wanted something different. You wanted to be able to fully take charge and be in control of Chris.
Itâs not like you never took command of sex with him before. Youâd get the rare chance of pinning his arms down to the sides of his face, interlocking your hands before riding him. But it only lasted a few moments before he flipped you over and pounded into you, a sort of reminder of whoâs in charge.
Intercourse in your previous relationships went about the same. Them mainly being the dominant one while you stayed pliant and willing to their every demand. Though there were only two who let you manage the activities for the affair. Let you do anything to them, with their consent of course.
The first time you experienced it was on your twenty-first birthday. A man you had been occasionally sleeping with decided to surprise you for your special day. When you walked into his home that evening, you werenât expecting to be greeted with a plethora of BDSM supplies. At first it scared you, you had used some of the items in front of you before, but the others looked like torture devices. But after talking it through with you, going through the rules you decided to take a shot at it. And once you did, for the first time in your life you realized what true power was. The ability to take a strong-willed man and turn him into a stupid, sputtering mess had sent a carnal desire to your soul.
Thatâs why when you moved out of your apartment and bought your first house five years ago, you invested in creating a âRed Roomâ of your own nestled in the basement. The entrance was hidden behind a mirror, only accessible by a keypad with a five digit passcode. It was basically just a replica from the Fifty Shades of Grey movie. From whips and riding crops to paddles and floggers to much more. It was your own little slice of heaven, whenever the stress of your job got too much.
With previous partners, you shared the pleasures of this room with. But there were only a few from your last that you trusted enough to let them take full control over you, allowing them to have full access to the goodies that laid around.
But with the two submissives that you were graced with, youâd transform into your hidden dominatrix, controlling their every move, making them follow your every order. Your favorite part was hearing them beg. Whether it was to hear them beg for forgiveness or to give them permission to cum, you drank up their pleas til your heart's content.
You never brought it up with your boyfriend though. Trust wasnât an issue when it came to the man, the only thing holding you back was how he might react to it all. You never thought heâd make fun of your desires, he made it clear early on in the relationship that he would never make you feel bad about any of your sexual inclinations. You just didnât think heâd be into it, especially when youâd get into full character.
While you were wrestling with your own doubts, you didnât realize that Chris had woken up and was watching you. He could tell something was rattling your mind by the way you nibbled on your bottom lip, a nervous tick of yours. a nervous tick of yours. âWhatâs going on in that big brain of yours, princess?â He questioned, immediately snapping you from your musing.
You opened your mouth to dismiss his concerns, but deciding that this was the best moment, you started forward. Looking deep into his eyes, âDo you trust me Christopher? Like completely?â
He immediately rose from his back, leaning against his right arm for support to give you his full attention. âOf course I do baby, where is this coming from?â
Playing with a loose string coming from your pillow case, you looked up at him. âNothing, it's just⊠I want you to first and foremost know that I love our sex life. You are very skilled in everything you do and I couldnât ask for a better partner. I was just wondering if we could try something new later this evening.â
A smirk instantly found his face. âWoke up and immediately started thinking of my cock, huh? I see someoneâs already hooked,â he states, humor evident in his voice.
You push the man on his back to go straddle him and playfully slap his chest, causing a deep chuckle to leave his mouth.
âYou are so irritating, you know that Evans.â Though you werenât offended by his comment, part of you started to suddenly have self-doubts.
He could sense something was plaguing you, so he sat up, pulling you close to him and started rubbing your back.
âIâm sorry,â he states remorsefully, âWe can try whatever it is you want to do. I trust you with my life.â
A giant grin from ear to ear graced your face. You went and held him in your arms, your face buried in the crook of his neck. His natural musk easily calming your nerves.
âWell weâre both busy today, you with ASP interviews and me with grading coursework. But meet me back here tonight, okay?â
âOkay princess, can I get just a hint of what it is though?â he questioned, curiosity getting the better of him.
âNo,â you begin, âBut I will say make sure to eat. Not a full meal, just something to hold you over, youâre gonna need the energy. Trust me.â
A sudden growl erupted from Chrisâs chest, and you were suddenly flipped over on your back with him hovering over you like you were his prey. He kissed you softly on your lips, âYour wish is my command.â
Getting lost in his taste, you begin to think about what you have planned and how much his last statement was going to be a testimony of the evening youâd share together.
After getting ready for the day, Chris pecked you on the lips, left your place and headed back to his Sudbury home to finish his tasks required of him that afternoon.
The two of you were completely restless, but forcompletely different reasons.
You were restless due to being nervous that the entire evening might scare him. Heâd take one look into your sex room, hear what'd you'd ask of him and run for the hills. Though the two of you had used toys and restraints in the bedroom, they were exclusively used on you, never the other way around.
Chris was restless due to excitement flooding his veins. You two had a very adventurous sex life. Partaking in complex positions as well as trying out various role play characters. But the way you were looking at him this morning had him itching for his work day to end so he can head back to you.
What new escapade could you have in mind that would make you question his trust in you? How sinful could it have been for you to keep it from him for so long? His mind was riddled with these questions all through the day, making the hairs on his neck stand up in anticipation.
Chris was responding to the last of his emails for the day when he got a ping on his phone. Picking up the device, a smile came across his face when he saw the text message from you.
(Y/N): Be here by 9. I'll be waiting for you⊠x
He could feel blood starting to rush south. Endless possibilities flooded his mind about what was going to transpire when he got to you.
Wanting to make himself more presentable, he hopped in the shower to freshen up. Once he stepped out and went and got dressed, Chris applied a few spritz of your favorite cologne of his. He knew once he got near you, notes of lavender, mint and vanilla would fill your senses, which he knew always drove you wild.
Since Scott was staying with him, he let his younger brother know that he was heading out and to make sure to walk Dodger when he got the chance. Grabbing his keys and saying goodbye to the pup, he got in his car and raced over to you.
After a twenty-five minute drive, he finally made it back to your house. Using the key you'd given a few weeks prior, he entered your home in search of you.
âIâm in the kitchen,â you state once you hear your front door open and close. You stood in the kitchen, a glass of bourbon on the rocks in your hand.
Once Chris entered the kitchen and laid eyes on you, he stopped in his tracks. Nothing could've prepared him for the sight in front of him.
Deciding that since you were going to be taking charge tonight you decided to look the part. You wore a sheer, black, and crotch less catsuit that hugged your figure, leaving nothing to the imagination. Adorning your body, you paired the suit with a full body leather harness that included thigh garters and was accessorized with gold buckles and chains, adding to the allure. The straps of the harness were designed to mold around your breast, accentuating the fullness of them. Finishing off the outfit with a pair of black red bottoms and painting your lips a vibrant cherry red, you knew the sight of yourself would make any man stop and stare in awe.
Chris felt like he could cum on the spot by your appearance alone. His cock was stiff and starting to become painful with how it was straining against his jeans.
Before he could utter some semblance of a sentence, you sauntered over to him, making sure to sway your hips just the right amount to entice him even more.
âBefore we begin, I just want to make one thing perfectly clear.â You slowly circle around him, watching his chest dramatically rise and fall at your words. âI know you're used to holding the reins, but tonight Iâm in charge. The only name you're allowed to address me as is Goddess. Do I make myself clear?â
You weren't even touching him and yet your words alone made him whimper. Swallowing harshly, he looks at you, the blue in his eyes practically nonexistent due to lust expanding his pupils.
Raising your eyebrow, you waited for a response. Once you heard a meek, âYes Goddessâ from your boyfriend, you smiled.
âGood boy, now follow me.â
Chris softly gasped at the praise you sent his way. Part of him was confused that such a statement could make him become harder than he already was, but he also wanted to hear you utter those words some more.
Turning around, you made your way to the stairs with Chris in tow. He admired the way the globes of your ass jiggled with every step, how your hips sashayed back and forth, locking him in a trance. He was so hypnotized that he didn't realize that he made it downstairs until you swirled around to face him.
You brought him towards your hidden door mirror where you saw he had a questioning look on his face. Grabbing his hand and directing his attention to the hidden keypad along the side of the frame, you ordered him to type in the secret code. â6-4-2-0-9â
After typing in the digits, he was met with an unlocking sound and the framed mirror separating itself from the wall.
It was at that moment that Chris knew what was awaiting him. He always knew how kinky you were, but he never suspected you were that kinky.
You pulled open the door and walked into your self made Red Room. Looking back at Chris entering, you watched his eyes light up with childlike wonder.
âIâll let you take a look around before we begin,â you state, taking a seat and watching the brunette explore the area.
To say Chris was speechless would be a lie. Though he wasn't able to utter a single word, his mind was going a mile a minute.
The first thing he noticed when entering the room was the smell. You had lit a few candles that were a personal favorite of his causing the scent of salted caramel and vanilla to waft around him. The same candles that stimulated his senses when he first met you.
He tried to take in everything in the room. Going over to a rack in the far left corner, he ran his finger across an array of toys and accessories. He felt the various leather torture devices across his finger tips.
Next to the accessory rack was the bed. A king sized bed covered in maroon silk sheets. The bed posts had restraint handles installed into them. What instantly made his cock throb was when he looked above the mattress and saw a mirror, reflecting his flustered face back at him.
Moving across the space he went to the far right that held up a St. Andrews style cross, the shackles that were attached were unlocked and looked ready for use.
Next to that was a leather bondage horse. Chris started to envision the ways he'd use you on it. Your handcuffed wrists and ankles tied to the respected handles while he rutted deep into your body like you were just a sex doll, that was his and his alone to play with had him leaking precum through his boxers and staining his jeans.
Now what truly had him aroused beyond belief was the suspension board in the back right corner. It hung from the ceiling, the perfect height for him to tie you up against and swing you back and forth on his dick.
When he turned back to you, he saw you nursing your glass of liquor. Surrounding you against the back wall were various coils of shibari rope, ranging in colors and varying in thickness.
Being at a loss for words, Chris stepped in front of you and looked at you like he was staring at your soul. It dawned on you that he was ready to begin and was waiting for instructions.
âSo before we begin, do you have any hard limits?â you questioned.
âI don't know what that is (Y/N)?â
An irritated sigh left your lips, not at his lack of knowledge but for not following the first rule you delivered to him.
âI'm going to let the first one slide,â you begin still seated where you were, âbut anytime I ask you a question, I expect you to end your response with my appropriate title. Otherwise a punishment, a slap across the face will be delivered to you. Do I make myself clear?â
âYes Goddess.â
âGood boy, I knew you'd catch on quick.â The quick praise had him breathless yet again. âNow a hard limit is something that you absolutely donât want done to you or be involved in. So, can you think of any?â
âNo Goddess.â
âAlright, if something does come up you immediately let me know, okay baby?â Chris nodded along to your question. âAnd weâll also follow the color system: green means keep going, yellow means slow down or softer, and red is full stop. Got it?â
âOf course Goddess.â
You instantly smiled up at the man from your chair. âGood, are you ready to begin?â
Chris stood in front of you, teetering back and forth on the balls of his feet.
âTake off your sweater,â you ordered him.
He quickly peeled off the fabric covering his torso. You admired his lean body and all the tattoos that decorated his figure. He tried to start unbuckling his belt but you raised your leg and stopped him with the outer sole of your heel, pressing it onto his bulge.
âPatience. I wanna look at you some more.â
Chris started to get anxious under your heated gaze. He never felt so vulnerable before in his life, but there was a tiny part hidden deep inside that was getting a thrill out of it. The idea of being under your control, answering every single one of your commands, had him whimpering at the thought.
When you finally had enough of admiring his broad chest, you commanded him to remove his shoes and socks, his belt, then lastly his jeans, leaving him just in a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs. You could make out the outline of his hard cock that was currently testing the elasticity of his drawers.
Curling your index finger to beckon him closer, he stepped in front, only inches away from your face. You dipped the digit into the front of his briefs slowly dragging the item down his thighs until it fell to a pool at his feet. His cock, red and hungry, sprung out and slapped up against his torso, the sound making your mouth water. Dribbles of precum leaked out from his slit and got caught by the wisps of body hair on his stomach.
âTouch yourself, nice and slow for me baby.â Your sultry tone was enough motivation for him to start tugging at his length.
He jerked himself off, one hand gliding up his length, collecting precum to lubricate his shaft. The other hand fondling his balls, the spheres rolling in between his digits. Chris was in pure ecstasy. His breath coming out in pants, a blush crept up his neck and tinted his cheeks. His lips red and swollen from biting down on them, trying to contain the copious amounts of desire seeping out of him. He looked ethereal. Like a living breathing statue carved out of marble that was delivered to you from Ancient Greece. The image of him in pure bliss had been burned into your memory.
Chris was close, you could both tell. Standing up, you quickly go and grab at his wrists, bringing a halt to his actions just as he was about to erupt. An audible groan came out of him like a petulant child. A look of annoyance started to preview his features but one look at your intimidating demeanor had him remembering who was in charge, so he fought back the frustrations brewing in him and looked at you, waiting for your next command.
At this point in the evening, you were genuinely surprised with how well he was handling the sudden submissive role thrust upon him. You realized he was ready for the next part of your planned sexcapades.
âGet on the bed, lay on your back and extend your arms and legs out.â
He made haste towards the mattress, lying on his back and staring at his reflection in the overhead mirror. Chris looked like a sight out of an erotic film. Sweat had already begun to shine across his skin. A blush had spread up his neck and flooded his cheeks. A few wisps of hair stuck to his forehead. He looked absolutely fucked out and it was only the beginning of the night.
The feel of your soft touch against his wrists brought him out of his observational thoughts. Looking over he saw you attach a metal cuff to his wrist, tightly securing it. You made your way and secured his other wrist, as well as his ankles in the same manner.
Taking a step back to look at your masterpiece, you admired the intimate position you had Chris in and softly smiled to yourself.
âWell aren't you a sight for sore eyes.â The sultriness in your voice dropped off your tongue like venom.
Chris didn't know what to do but nod along to your remark.
Without another word you made your way to the dresser situated on your left. Opening up the top drawer, you pulled out a silk black blindfold and waved it out for him. You couldn't miss the way his eyes slightly bulged out at the piece of cloth.
Sauntering over to him, you looked into his eyes for any sign of trepidation. âRed, yellow or green for the blindfold?â
âGreen, Goddess,â he panted out.
With the securing of the blindfold, Chris was plunged into darkness. Two out of his five senses were being restricted, but that only made his others heightened. Though he could not see where you were, he could still make out your location by the click of your heels against the floor.
You went back over to where you were previously seated and picked up the glass of bourbon you were sipping on before. Making your way back to the tied up man, you climbed up on the bed and straddled him. The opening of your catsuit that revealed your dripping cunt made contact with the underside of his shaft. An elicit moan left him once again at the sudden stimulation.
Lifting the cup, you opened up your mouth but didn't swallow the liquor, letting it pool in your mouth. You tapped Chrisâ lips, a gesture for him to open up. When he complied, you bent down and spilled the cooled alcohol into his mouth, desperate for some form of relief for the heat spread across his body.
âThank you Goddess,â he moaned out, causing you to smile.
You stuck your fingers into the glass and retrieved an ice cube and popped it into your mouth, letting it partially stick out of your lips and lowered yourself till you were centimeters with his neck.
The second the ice connected with his skin he hissed in satisfaction. Feeding off of his response, you trailed the cube down his body, leaving a trail of water in your path. You circled the ice around his chest, teasing his nipples and causing them to stiffen up. With the ice cube still in your mouth, you attached your tongue to the soft muscle and sucked. Chris couldn't control the wanton moans leaving himself. âOh fuck, f-fuck please donât stop Goddess.â
The combination of the coldness of the ice and warmth of your mouth had him in a daze. It was only heightened due to the sensory deprivation he was experiencing.
You continued with your ministrations until you were out of ice and the man beneath you was out of breath.
Climbing off the man, you set the glass down and made your back to the drawer. Reaching in, you grasped onto the silicone cock ring. You were unsure of using it at first but with one look at his cock and seeing how it was starting to turn purple due to lack of release, you knew it was needed.
You went to lift your boyfriend's blindfold and produced the toy for him.
âI don't think you've ever used one of these before,â you began, still twirling the contraption around, âso it's up to you. Cock ring. Red, yellow, or green.â
Chris sat there for a moment, pondering his choices. It's true, he'd never used on in his past sexual encounters, but with how much pleasure you have already brought him in the short amount of time that passed, he knew that whatever you had planned would most likely benefit him. âGreen. You can use it, Goddess.â
With his permission, you went ahead and placed the ring around the base of penis and tugged his balls through, using his precum as a lube for easy application.
Checking the band, you made sure it wasn't painful for the man. You went to remove your heels before lying on the bed to his left and started to stroke him off. You went with languid movements, slowly fondling him.
Chris was tugging at the restraints, the metal digging into his skin leaving red marks in its wake. Groans left him like a curated symphony.
You shifted to where you were straddling his left leg, he could feel your warmth against his shin. Grasping the base of his cock you placed it in your mouth, tastebuds bursting at the flavor of his precum on your tongue.
Chris didnât need to see what wonders you were performing on him, he could feel the warmth of your tongue and the bob of your head.
The velvety feel of his cock in your mouth was like heaven. You alternated between sucking on his tip to lapping up his balls. Your hands stayed busy by jacking off what couldnât fit in your mouth.
The vein on the underside of his shaft was beginning to throb. Even though the cock ring was in place for the past five minutes, he had been painfully hard ever since he walked into your house. He was on the precipice of an orgasm, his cum making its way past the circular device, threatening to come out.
Noticing his release about to make way, you pulled your hands and mouth away, delaying him once again.
Chris was becoming delirious with desire. The one thing he wanted the most, you werenât giving to him.
Groaning, he pleaded out to you, âPlease, Goddess. Please just let me cum. I need to cum!â The last part comes out louder than he intended, making you chuckle.
âNot yet sweetheart. Youâll cum when I decide to let you.â
His manhood twitched and danced against his stomach. He was a mess, but he wasnât exactly where you needed him to be. So you decided to continue to edge him.
Crawling back on top, you hovered over his cock and proceeded to grind on top of it, making it slick with your essence. You couldnât help but moan at the sensation of his head coming in contact with your clit. âOh fuck baby, you make me feel so good,â you panted out. Being so busy with driving him up the walls you werenât paying any attention to your own stimulus.
You continued to buck your hips in a steady motion, chasing your high. His pulsating dorsal vein aiding you in your conquest. Chris could feel you getting yourself off and heard your shrieks of desire when you came. His manhood was covered in your juices. The fact that you were on top of your restrained boyfriend, while you used him as if he were just a warm sex toy for you to play with was what brought you over the edge.
In the deep recesses of his mind, Chris thought about the situation that was unfolding. He always was the one calling the shots, bending women at his will. But at this moment, he just felt used. He felt like property. And he was actually liking it. Yes, part of you was treating him like just a living breathing dildo, but you were also taking care of him. Making sure he was safe and comfortable. In this moment, he didnât think there was a time he was more in love with you until now.
Gripping his cock on top and rising on your knees, you position his member so that you could slowly sink down on him. Even though itâs been months since you started dating, you still couldnât get used to the burn that came from him entering you. It was a delicious sensation that formed a sense of carnal want in you. The slick of your cum aided you when going down. When you were finally seated, you felt him press against your g-spot.
âOh fuck!â You both moaned out in relief.
Shifting yourself in a more comfortable position, you proceeded to grind down on the man. Rocking your hips back and forth, feeling yourself tightening around him. You kept on bucking yourself on him, maintaining a steady rhythm. His groans of desire fueled your motions while you chased your own release.
With the aid of the blindfold, all he could focus on was the feel of you. He could feel your cunt squeezing him, desperate for him to not escape your heat. Chris knew you were close, and with that tightness of your pussy it was helping him reach his own peak, that he was desperate to achieve.
He could feel and hear you cum around him. Your wanton moan rang in his ear while your cunt squirted out your juices, soaking him. Chris was near release, his cum bypassing the restrictive band and making its way to the tip of his cock when, yet again, you remove yourself from him.
Being edged for the third time, Chris had moved past flustered and became frustrated. He grasped onto the links of the chains on his wrists and pulled, desperate to get out of his confines.
â(Y/N), get me the fuck out of things or youâre going to regret it!â
Chris wasnât prepared for your next actions due to his eyesight being restricted, but he felt the sting on his left cheek.
âStupid fucking baby. Canât even listen to simple directions. What did I order you to address me as?â You lowered yourself down to his face, your breath spread across his face while you waited for his response.
He calmed himself down, utilizing a breathing technique of his, before responding. âIâm sorry Goddess. I just really need to cum.â
You chuckled at his response, âOh you donât need to do anything,â you dragged your hand up his chest until your hand met his neck, squeezing the sides. Not hard enough to fully choke him, just enough to grab his attention.
âYouâre stupid self needs to understand this,â you whispered in his ear, âI am in charge, youâll cum when I allow it. You understand me?â
Chris nodded along to your statement, âYes, Iâm sorry Goddess. Wonât happen again.â
Smiling down at the man, you brushed away his sweat matted hair on his forehead where you placed a soft kiss.
You thought about the next words you wanted to say, but were feeling unsure. You didnât think Chris would be into it, but viewing it from a psychological standpoint it seemed like the right choice.
âItâs okay baby,â you muttered, âJust sit back and let mommy take care of you.â
The sudden gasp and the way his face got even more red made you smile.
Chris was battling his thoughts on how to feel about the new title you crowned yourself with. He obviously wasnât thinking about it from a familial aspect, but more of a nurturing one.
You were always there for him, always looking out for his best interests even in this moment.
He felt safe around you at all times, and all he wanted to do was to keep making you proud. So it was a somewhat shock to the both of you by the sentence that left his lips.
âPlease mommy. Just make me feel good. Iâll do anything.â
Chris was met with silence. Part of him thought that it was because of what he uttered, the other was due to the fact that he didnât address you as âGoddessâ.
He was about to correct himself when he felt your lips connect with his. This kiss was full of passion, it was as if time stood still and it was just you two in the moment, savoring each otherâs taste.
When you pulled away, you went to retrieve his cock once more, positioning it for re-entry.
âIf you continue to behave for me,â you stated while descending down his dick, âAnd be a good boy for me, Iâll let you cum, okay?â
Chris didnât even hesitate once he heard those angelic words. âYes mommy, please Iâll be such a good boy for you.â
You shifted yourself to where you were raised on your feet. Placing your hands on the expanse of his slick chest and utilizing your knees, you proceeded to bounce on the man underneath you.
Sounds of your delirious moans and sweaty bodies slapping together filled the room. You bounced on the man like there was no tomorrow, both chasing a high you were so desperate to achieve.
Reaching over, you lifted the silk off of Chrisâ eyes. Light flooded his senses and he was met with the glorious sight of you riding him. Your face contoured with pleasure, your tits bouncing behind the material of your sheer catsuit, and the view of his dick being swallowed by your warmth. He was in a daze.
You continued to ride him while you reached behind you to press the safety release button on the restraints holding his ankles in place. With his ankles now free he didnât hesitate to raise his knees and plant his feet on the mattress. With the new found freedom, Chris proceeded to buck into you.
The force of his hips jolted you forward, though you were able to catch yourself with your palms on either side of his face.
âI thought you agreed to be a good boy for Mommy. Were you lying to me?â
Your comment had the man halting his actions. All that flooded his mind was pleasing you, doing a good job and making you proud of him. So he regained his composure and looked up at you, and thatâs when you saw tears in his eyes threatening to fall. He was so desperate for a release that his emotions were going haywire.
A sick part of you got even wetter seeing his teary eyed face. The blue in his eyes seemed to pop, his lash line turning a slight red, as was his nose which somewhat reminded you of Rudolph. His lips, red and swollen, started to quiver.
âIâm sorry mommy.â He was pleading to you, his sniffles filled the air. âIâll do anything, please just let me cum.â
You were starting to feel bad for him so you decided to finally let him have his fun. Unlatching the bands on his wrists and freeing him, you were waiting for his sudden attack but it never came. Looking down you were met with the look of a man that was utterly wrapped around your finger. With his cock still planted inside of you, you knew how needy he was for you.
You lowered yourself down once more and spoke the words heâs been wanting to hear all evening. âSince you were such a good boy for me, how about you take charge and fuck me how you want.â
Chris barely even let you finish the sentence before rising up and pushing you on your back, burying his cock deep inside of you.
He proceeded to fuck with zero sense of restraint. Animalistic grunts left him while he pummeled inside of you. Though you were being fucked to an inch of your life, you were still in charge. You knew if you wanted to, all you would have to say was âstopâ and he would, but you were so by hungry to cum yourself that you ignored the need to torture him some more.
âWhat a good boy you are for me,â you breathed out between moans.
Chris continued to rut into you, all that left him was chants of âIâm a good boyâ over and over again. He could feel himself tipping over the edge.
âMommyâs so proud of you, I love you so much.â
That one sentence was all it took for him to spill into you. The release of pressure that was lifted off of him and the sweetness of your voice cause him to pass out on top of you. Though he was unconscious, his balls proceeded to pump up his essence into your channel. The feel of his cum shooting into you, coating your walls, had you cumming around him.
You could tell how much of a toll his body had gone through due to your activities so you stroked his back as he drifted off to slumber. Before he was fully asleep, you maneuvered yourself so that you tugged his shaft out from you and removed the cock ring. Since he was still hard, you pushed him back inside of you, missing his warmth.
The two of you layed there, him in your arms while you caressed him, you both experiencing the pleasures of pure bliss.
It was about thirty minutes when Chris woke up from his orgasm-induced slumber. He was still in a daze but he recognized where he was when he felt your warm fingertips dance along his back while you hummed a tune.
Raising his head, he looked up at you with a dopey smile. âHi there,â his voice sounded hoarse due to the strain it was put under.
âHey there sleepy head.â
He stared into your eyes for a moment, just savoring your beauty.
âDo you want to take a bath?â You asked the man, watching as he nodded along to your question.
Chris removed himself from you while you carefully sat up, watching as his cum dropped out from you.
After making your way to the attached bathroom and running a bubble bath, the two of you sunk into the water. Your back rested against the tub while he sat against your front.
Chris felt you rub along his body, scrubbing the soapy water across his arms and chest, finally resting your hands on his shoulders. You began to rub the taut muscles, hoping to grant him some reprieve from the strain that they were put though just moments before.
Silence hung over you two, though it was comforting. Just two lovers enjoying the others embrace.
You could tell he was pondering what to say about the events that occurred so you decided to ease his state of mind.
âWe can talk about it in the morning if youâd like,â you stated, easing his worries, "just sit back and relax." And with that he simply melted into your touch.
This morning you were a jittery mess, unsure of acting out on your desires to the man you loved. But after this evening, you realized that you had nothing to worry about. Chris thought the world of you, and you him.
As you laid there, the water warming you two up, you thought about how lucky you were. You were able to find a man who loved every part of you, even the part that you had hidden. He made you feel safe and content, allowing you to be your true self. Realizing then that there was no one else youâd rather be spending this moment with, than with him.
A/N: had my sex playlist, specifically untitled by d'angelo, on repeat when writing this.
& with everything i went through when posting this i really hope this doesn't flop
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The drive home was endless. The three of you had decided to go out to see a movie, have a bit of a date night. It was lovely and going really well, you sat between Seb and Chris, their arms splayed over your thighs. Their fingers loosely intertwined as their palms and thumbs rubbed along the insides of either of your thighs.
You were paying attention to the movie, watching the events unfold on the screen before you. The three of you had sat near the back, not wanting eyes boring into your skulls if someone saw the three of you holding hands, but overall the theater was pretty empty.
You had your focus on the movie, a hand wrapped lazily around each of the arms on your thighs, no attention being paid to the men on either side of you.
However, Chris and Sebastian were very focused on you and one another. Thumbs stroking along your thigh, they looked over at each other, smirks evident in the dark as they looked to one another longingly.
Chris silently adjusted in his seat, sprawling his legs out wide as he casually grasped your hand, pulling it to his lap innocently. You think nothing of it and simply smile over at him, holding his hand.
Sebastian watched from beside you, hand now solely dedicated to running along the inside of your thigh. Chris slowly loosens his grip on your hand, bringing it over to a lump in his pants. Seb held back a laugh, biting his bottom lip, as you looked over at Chris, eyes widened as you looked to where your hand had been directed.
He looked at you pleadingly as your fingers found their way around his hard-on and massaged it softly, causing him to buck his hips upward and take a deep inhale. Your fingers danced along his constrained cock, rubbing mindless shapes on the bulge as he had been doing to your thigh.
Sebastian, watching the events unfolding from the side, began to stir around in his chair, gaining your attention. You turned your head to him, faking a pout as you noticed his smirk had faded and he looked at you with just as much desperation as Chris.
You placed your free hand on his bulge, giving it a firm squeeze before rubbing shapes along his as well, making him forget how to breathe and roll his eyes at you.
The boys were very different when it comes to sex and being teased. Chris enjoyed the thrill of a tease while Sebastian grew tired of it quickly, he'd rather ravage your cunt until you squired on his face than have you tease him for two minutes.
You looked back to the movie, but God knows you're not paying attention. You keep your hands on each of your bulges, fingers dancing along them and giving them an occasional squeeze. Chris looks across your body, looking at Sebastian who is losing his mind. He can see that Seb's losing his patience, and he can see that this is what you had planned all along.
Sebastian exhaled sharply, standing up and grabbing your hand. He pulls you down the aisle, you smiling back as you grab for Chris to follow. Sebastian takes you guys to the car, ready to not saying a word the entire ride home.
For nearly ten minutes, the ride is quiet, but your brain is filled with the things they were going to do to you and the things Sebastian would say. Squeezing your thighs together, you decided to up the ante, having a bit more fun. You moved to the middle of the backseat, both men in the front, as you spread your legs out, making yourself comfortable.
Sebastian, who was driving, notices you move, looking at you through the rearview window, you smiled sweetly, not letting him know anything that you were up to. Pulling your jeans off of your legs as quietly as possible, you began slowly trailing your fingers along your body.
You could tell that you were soaking wet, possibly dripping onto the seat of the car, but then your fingers found their way to your mound. Your hand covered your mound completely, fingers feeling just how wet you had gotten teasing your boyfriends in the theater and you moaned softly.
Part of you wanted to be quiet but part of you wanted the guys to hear you, and boy did they hear you. Chris whipped his head to the side, looking behind him at you, and Sebastian looked up into the rearview mirror. They both got a view of you, knuckle deep into your pussy with your panties pulled to the side.
Chris smirked, knowing exactly what game you were playing, and unbuckled his seatbelt, climbing his way into the backseat with you, muttering a, "Keep driving. Don't kill us, daddy."
You giggled, moving over so Chris could join you. He leaned his back against the door, yours against the opposite door, and pulled his cock out, still painfully hard from being teased in the theater.
You pulled your drenched panties off, adding them to yours and Chris' pants on the floorboard.
You continued rubbing circles on your clit, as Chris stroked his cock, both of you moaning as Sebastian struggled to sneak peeks from the mirror, his cock growing harder and harder with each moan.
You giggled at Chris as he bit his bottom lip, fist furiously bouncing on his cock as his other hand held his balls. Your fingers dipping into your wet folds, moaning as you held eye contact with Chris, imagining the feeling of being so full when they both slid their cocks in your tight cunt. The sheer idea of it, throwing you over the edge and releasing your orgasm.
Chris, close to his, reached out for you, wanting your assistance in coming. You jumped up quickly, getting to your knees before him as you licked and lapped at his balls. smacking his hand away to replace it with yours.
Groaning, he fisted your hair together, pulling your mouth to take all of him, his cum shooting down your throat.
"I don't care how many times you come in this car, when we get home, I'm making you both come until I say you've had enough," Sebastian said, glaring at you guys through the rearview mirror as he had been stopped at a stop sign.
You hummed a response, looking at Chris innocently before he brought his lips to yours, tongue not allowing a battle as he began to explore your mouth. He pulled away, looking you in the eyes as you both replied simultaneously, "yes, daddy."
Chris pulled you up by an arm, moving to sit in the middle of the back seat with you in his lap. Having you raised up for a moment allowed you to see Sebastian's predicament.
Sebastian shifted in his seat, while the both of you were enjoying one another in the back, he had to take his cock out, just to give it more room to breathe, the pants were far too tight.
Smirking, you reached a hand down, grabbing Sebastian's cock softly as you licked your lips. Chris, behind/under you, was stroking his cock again, getting glimpses of what you were doing from around the headrest of the seat.
"Love you, daddy," you whispered to Sebastian as you stroked his hard cock, leaving a kiss on his jaw as Chris pulled you back by your hips.
"Fuckin' brat," he muttered in response, glancing slightly at your sweet face before softening just slightly to continue, "love you too."
"Daddy's not done with us, so I need you to keep me warm for him," Chris said into your ear as he left a kiss on your shoulder. Slowly, Chris pulls you down to his cock, filling you completely. You both moan at the sensation, and by instinct, you lifted a little bit to bounce on his cock, only to receive a quick slap to your thigh. "Warm, darling. Warm it."
You nodded, staying still on Chris' cock, which you could feel growing harder within you, your juices dripping out of your sweet cunt onto his balls, as you reached in front of you. You reached as far as you could, leaning forward softly, which Chris allowed because he knew what you were doing, and grabbed Sebastian's dick once more.
He had his focus on the road, and lost in his thoughts of what to do to his bratty boyfriend and girlfriend when they got home, and didn't realize what you were doing, so he bucked his hips up at the sensation of your touch and hissed loudly, which made both you and Chris hum and bite your lips.
"You two are lucky we're home," Sebastian said through clenched teeth as he pulled into the garage and closed the garage door. He grabbed your arm, pulling you forward and sliding Chris' cock out of you, drawing a moan out of you and Chris. He kissed you hard, tongue shoving its way in your mouth, taking control and licking along every inch of your mouth before pushing you back.
"Go the fuck upstairs. Strip."
Biting your lip, you crawled out of the car, leaving your panties and jeans behind. You ran up the stairs, throwing your shirt and bra to the floor on your way, and sat at the edge of your shared bed.
Sebastian turned in the seat to look at Chris, who was already chewing on the inside of his lip.
You loved getting Sebastian worked up like this. You loved having him take charge of everything and making you come until you cried. Chris, on the other hand, was still new to being submissive. His previous relationships had always been with only 1 girl and he had been the more dominant one, but Sebastian has this power about him to get anyone he wants on their fucking knees for him.
"Chris, baby," he said softly, a hand going to Chris' face. Chris softened, feeling like, for some reason, he had escaped the wrath of Daddy. Seb smirked, leaving a soft slap on Chris' face. "Out."
Chris scrambled out of the car, also leaving his jeans behind, as he now stood in front of Sebastian. Seb smirked at him, glancing at his cock against his stomach.
He bent down, lightly grazing Chris' tip with his front teeth, leaving a euphoric feeling yet a slight sting. Chris groaned, he was always shocked at the things Sebastian could do to him that made his cock twitch, and you for that matter.
Sebastian stood back up straight, eye level with him before grabbing his jaw with a hand, pushing his chin down with his thumb to open his mouth, "open," he murmured quietly and smirked at his obedience before spitting in his mouth and patted the side of his cheek.
"You too, up the stairs. Strip."
Breathless and eager, Chris swallowed the spit graciously, practically running up to the bedroom where you had been waiting.
You were growing impatient, ever so softly, grinding your pussy into the corner of the bed you sat on for even the slightest bit of momentary relief when you saw Chris coming to the bedroom, Sebastian stalking close behind.
"You two are cockdrunk sluts, aren't you?" Seb asked as he looked down at you both, sitting side by side, completely naked, on the edge of the bed. "What should I do with you two?"
Subchris begging to suck/bite my nipples and reader just teasing him until he cries
omg okay i meant to answer this yesterday but fell asleep before i could and now i'm adding that he has a mommy!kink bc why tf not
he'd been on edge all night. you had his hands tied to the headboard, and you were grinding on his hard cock. you'd cum multiple times, but were refusing to let him come even once. every time he'd reach the edge, you'd pull away.
you ground down on him, and leant forward. this man loved your nipples and breasts, and yet you were refusing to allow him access. with each movement of your hips, your breasts were drawn close to his mouth, but no close enough for him to taste.
"m-mommy, please let me taste," he whined, tears pricking his blue eyes. "i'll be g-good i promise,"
you shook your head. "no, baby. only good little boys get to taste."
"i'll be good, please mommy, please."
your hand reached up to his bound hands and tugged on the rope binding them. his hands fell against the bed, and you moved forward. you reached behind you and gripped his hard cock that was covered with your juices.
"well, you've never broken a promise before," you said, and slid hi. inside of you as his hands gripped your sensitive nipples. you bounced on him, and bent down, his lips wrapping around your left nipple. his hips started snapping against yours, and you shook as his head hit your g spot.
"fuck, baby boy, so good for mommy."
"p-please can i cum mommy? need to so bad, promise i'll make you feel so so so so good,"
"cum, baby boy." you commanded, and he released deep inside of you.
chris sat at the bar with his forth beer in hand, your hand on his thigh as you looked over to where he stared. he took a sip of his beer, smacking his teeth and shaking his head. âi donât know, yn, should i try it?â
âtry what, chris?â you smile and look at him, chris nodding in the direction of a girl who kept glancing at him. âtry hitting on her?â
âyeah, why not? she seems niceâ you shrug and finish your drink, chris biting his lip and finishing his beer, standing up and stumbling a bit. you chuckle and he looked back at you, and you looked away as you ordered a new drink. chris headed over to the girl and you slyly watched, rolling your eyes and drawing your eyes to your cup as you watched chris hand over his phone.
chris came back over and sat back down next to you, showing his screen. âwow, nice oneâ you said monotone, taking a sip of your drink. chris looked at you with a confused smile, putting his phone in his pocket. âseriously, congratsâ
âwhat?â chris asked and you looked at him, shaking your head. âsheâs nice, i like her. if you talked to her youâd think the same. but.. i think sheâs got a secret side to herâ he said softly and leaned in, his tipsy eyes catching yours. âat first, she was nice. very sweet girl. then she started to make these comments. she may seem like lollipops and rainbows.. but i bet behind closed doors sheâs latex and whipsâ he bit his lip and you smile, laughing in his face.
âoh my god, did you just say that out loud?â you laughed and he backed away. âchris, that girl is vanilla. sheâs got no latex skill unless itâs a balloonâ
âoh yeah, how would you know?â he pushed your shoulder and you side eyed him, tilting your head to the side and downing your drink. you grabbed chrisâs shirt, pulling his face close to yours.
âweâre going to my place. iâll let you crash on my couchâ you smile, chris nodding slowly and following you like a lost puppy out the bar doors and to your car. he plopped himself in your passenger seat, looking over at you as you started the car, and he wondered what you had planned up your sleeve as you drove without once looking over at him.
you unlocked your front door and you and chris stepped inside, your cool ac house feeling so nice from the warm summer night. you looked back as chris and held out your hand, chris looking at your hand and then at you with a curious smirk playing on his lips. he slapped his hand into your palm, and you took him upstairs to your bedroom.
chris sat on the edge of your bed, watching as you opened your closet doors. you took a breath and spun on your heels, chuckling as you let out a breath. âiâve only showed about 3 people what iâm about to show you. and if you donât want to see it anymore, i understandâ
âwhat, youâre not a serial killer, are you?â chris joked and you pulled out your cardboard box, setting it next to chris. his eyes followed the box, his fingers pulling it up and widening his eyes as he saw the contents. chris took out the tassel whip, running it over his fingers. âyn.. this is..â his sentenced trailed off and your stomach churned as you waited for his response. âthis is so hotâ
you smirk, picking up your head. âyeah? do you.. wanna try them out? you can say noâ
âfuck yesâ you smiled and stood in between his legs, kissing him slowly. the whip fell on the bed next to chris as his large hands cupped your ass. he pulled you forward and you pulled away, shaking your head. âyou are mine, chrisâ you whisper, pulling his shirt up and picking up the whip. you run the leather tassel over his chest and on his back, smacking it onto his stomach softly. âget naked, chris. i want you laying on the bedâ he nodded and stood up, pulling off his jeans and boxers. you smacked the whip against his thighs, smirking as you heard a whimper.
chris listened and laid against the pillows, and you moved the box to your desk. you grabbed the vibrator taking off your shoes. âsafe word system is red, yellow and green. understand?â he nods and you hit his stomach with the tassels, chris jumping slightly. âwords, petâ
ây-yes ynâ you smile and turned on the vibrator, pressing it under his cock. chris gasped and trembled, closing his eyes and letting out a soft moan as the new pleasure. âyn, y-your mouthâ
âmy mouth, what about it? you want it on your cock, chris?â he nodded desperately, making you laugh in his face. âyou have to work for that, pet. how are you feeling?â
âgreenâ he moaned out, his cock twitching and his pre cum dripped down his shaft. you moved the vibrator down slowly, chris humming as the new wave of pleasure rushed through him, leaving a funny feeling at the pit of his stomach. âholy fuckâ you wrapped your hand around chrisâs cock and you pumped him slowly, the vibrator moving up and down at an awfully slow pace. âplease.. please fuck meâ
âyou sound pathetic, chris. do you think that girl from the bar could make you tremble like this? having you begging like i do?â your mouth kissed along the bottom of his stomach, chris moving his hips up.
âno, o-only you, holy fuckâ he trembled and you pulled the vibrator away, chris letting out a whine. he grabbed your hand and you looked at him, pulling it away and grabbing the handcuffs. you secure them behind his back and rolled him back over, sitting on his thighs after taking off your clothes.
your hands wrapped around his cock again, the pad of your index finger slowly rubbing around the tip. you smile and look at chris, his face flushed and lip trembling as he needed you. you grabbed the vibrator again, pressing it to your clit and shivering.
âplease, yn. can i at least taste you?â he asked quietly and you let out a small chuckle, leaving the vibrator against his cock as you straddled his face. âthank youâ he moaned before flicking his tongue against your clit. you let out a sigh, running your fingers through his already messy hair as you moved your hips. chris moaned against you, making you shiver.
chris's hands gripped the seats underneath him as he drank in every ounce of you. his tongue left no place untouched, and he whimpered as you gripped his hair. you pulled away and sat back on his thighs, his beard glistening with your juices.
"how bad do you want me, chris? how bad do you want your cock buried in me?" you smirk and he bit his lip softly, watching as you rubbed up and down his chest and stomach slowly.
"so bad, yn, please, i want you so bad. i want to fuck you so fucking bad, yn, please"
"spit" you held your hand to his mouth and he did, watching you closely as you stroked his cock. you held it as you sank down slowly, pulling your hips up and teasing his tip. chris uttered 'please' over and over and moaned as you sat down all the way. "fucking shit, chris" you whispered and pressed your hand against his chest, the other holding a vibrator against your clit, chris feeling it as well.
you moved your hips slowly, you and chris moaning as the pleasure washes over the both of you. you leaned forward and kissed chris slowly, chris thrusting his hips into you. you gasp softly as his thrusts hit your g-spot, holding his chin and biting his lip.
"you like my cock, yn?" he grunted and you nod, chris's tongue tickling the roof of your mouth as you opened it to moan. your hand moved to his throat, digging your nails slightly into his skin.
"you're the one handcuffed here, i don't know why you're talking to me like that" he tugged on the handcuffs and you smirked, pulling him out of you. you helped chris sit up and he knelt on the bed, and you bent over in front of him. you guided his cock into you again and you turned off the vibrator, throwing it on the rug. "be a good boy and fuck me hard, chris"
"could you take off the handcuffs? i promise i'll make you cum so hard you see stars" chris panted and you smiled, unlocking the cuffs and chris threw them to the side, gripping your hips and pounding his hips into yours.
the bed rocked against the wall you were sure the headboard was putting holes in the wall. your nails scraped up chris's thigh, chris flipping you over onto your back and throwing your legs over his shoulders.
"yes chris, fuck, right there, holy shit. such a good listener" he smiled and kissed you sloppily, the both of you moaning into each other's mouths. his fingers rubbed your clit fast, your eyes rolling as wave of pleasure rushed through your stomach. "make me cum, chris, make me cum all over your cock" you mumbled into his mouth, chris nodding and picking up the pace of his hips, repeatedly hitting you g-spot. "fuck" your back arched and you pressed your chest against his, trembling as you came around him, chris not stopping as he brought himself to an orgasm.
chris pulled out and you stroked his cock, chris whimpering and letting out a moan as his cum painted your stomach and breasts. you both sigh contently, chris kissed you and grabbed some tissues from the box on your nightstand, wiping you clean and throwing it away.
you and chris laid down against the pillows, chris grunting. he pulled the tassel whip out from under his butt, making the both of you laugh. chris threw it into the box and looked at you, brushing his thumb against your jaw. "so.. are we still friends?" you ask quietly and he laughs, nodding.
"more like friends with benefits, yn. where did you learn all of this shit?" he asked and you shrugged, scooting closer next to him. "well.. i would definitely like to learn more"
"maybe you can call that girl from the bar" you tease and he held your throat, making you look at him.
"i don't think she can make me feel as good like you just did, yln" you smirk and kiss him hungrily, chris pulling you on top of him again as your tongues pressed together, giggling into each other's mouths.
Sliding the thin fabric of your cable-knit stockings up your thigh, you relaxed into the chair and eased your foot inside your blood red stilettos. Your heart was racing a mile a minute in anticipation for something you had never tried before.
Muffled groans from the man tied to the chair by leather belts, arms held behind by rope on his wrists, he pulled your attention back to him. You slowly stood up, deliberately adjusting your bra as you walked up to him. Chris had a thin sheet of sweat covering his skin, his tousled hair sticking to his forehead haphazardly. His blazing blue eyes followed every move you made, trying to speak but unable to with the gag over his mouth.
You had caught him unexpected; sneaking up on him with a blindfold while he had been watching a movie. He had been notoriously edging you on everytime he made love to you; this time you wanted him to experience the frustration he made you feel everytime.
Chris had hardly objected and had let you lead him around the house, towards the bedroom where you had all the necessary things on the bed. You had undressed him, not letting him touch you and told him to sit in the chair. When he had been securely tied and gagged, you had let the blindfold fall and had striped in front of him. The reaction from him had been instant; his cock had sprung to life with each clothing that you had discarded on the floor. But it didn't end there. Standing in the nude, you had turned your back to him and began the slow process of donning the lacy lingerie that you had picked for this particular occasion.
Standing in front of him and bending at your waist, you ran your finger along the side of his face. He visibly shivered, his cock twitching against his stomach as he pulled in a ragged breath from his nose.
"You know why you are tied, baby?"
He shook his head, eyebrows knitting together as he watched you descend down his body. Beads of sweat trickled down his temples as you left a hot kiss on the side of his neck. You kissed each one of his tattoos, particularly running your thumb on the one he had gotten for you; a crown with your name artistically placed under it, drawn on the skin just above where his heart was. As you kissed your way down his body, licking a trail over his abdomen, Chris strained against the binds. The veins in his arms bulged as he twisted them to free himself from the constraints.
"For everytime you made me beg to be fucked." You delicately grasped his thick, throbbing cock. With the tip of your thumb, you traced the vein on the underside of his dick. He drew in a sharp breath at the contact, trying to say something but only making it come out as a groan.
"For everytime you made me fall over the edge." You kissed the swollen head of his cock, precum already beading at the top like glistening white pearls. Looking at him from under your eyelashes, you licked it clean and watched as his eyes closed for a second. The muscles in his thighs tightened as you took a firm hold over his pulsating cock and ever so slightly opened your mouth to take him in.
You were instantly rewarded with a subdued grunt and another attempt at breaking free from the binds. You hummed along his length as you tried to take all of him in your mouth; Chris's eyes rolling back as he thrusted forward seeking the warmth of your cavern. With your hands running up and down his thick shaft in perfect sync with your mouth, you sucked his cock as saliva dribbled down his length. Reaching between his thighs, you gently fondled his balls and let go of his cock with a loud 'pop' as soon as he got greedy and started to thrust harder.
Ignoring his protests, you stood up and placed your hand at his neck. His eyes widened at the unexpected move as you had never been the one to be dominant. Your heart beat was echoing in your ears, adrenaline rushing through your veins with the intense thrill of this moment.
"You want to say something, baby?" You cooed, pressing down lightly on his jugular. He nodded his head, not breaking eye contact as you sat on his lap. Straddling his thighs, you made sure to move your hips and rub your pelvis against his. Crotchless lingerie made it so much more easier for your drenched pussy to rub against his cock, touching enough to coat him with your essence but leaving him wanting more.
"Gonna remove the gag now, sweetheart."
Carefully you reached behind his head and took the gag off from his mouth. Chris instantly took big gulps of air, his chest heaving as he breathed in.
"Fuck... Babe." He managed to say, before you brought your lips over his. You kissed him roughly, entering his mouth with your tongue. There was a battle of dominance before Chris obliged, letting you take control with the kiss. You sucked, licked and bit his lip until they were red and swollen.
"Just let me fuck you." He pleaded, trying to thrust his hip to meet yours. "Let me go, babe. I wanna touch you."
"No."
You replied firmly, lifting yourself up a little and reaching between your bodies to take his cock and guide it to your quivering entrance. One hand on his shoulder and the other sliding him in, you moaned as his girthy cock entered you. Chris groaned, watching as his cock slowly disappeared inside you. Once he was fully sheathed inside your velvety walls, you took a moment to adjust to his size.
"Babe," Chris rasped, his voice dropping an octave. "Let me-"
"No." You tried to reply firmly but it only came out as a whimper.
Your eyes widened as in the next moment, Chris let out an animalistic growl and pulled hard against the belts. The sound of metal ripping leather reverberated through the room as Chris broke the filmsy buckles and grabbed your ass in his hands. He stood up in one swift move, his cock heavy against your pussy, as he practically threw you on the bed.
"You like it rough, babe?" He sneered, taking a hold of your ankles and placing them over his shoulder. His arms had red marks of the leather digging into his skin, reddening more as the seconds ticked by. But Chris seemed hardly bothered as he brought his hand to spank your delicate pussy, sending a jolt of sudden excitement as his hand met your clit. "Such a tease."
Before the sudden turn of events could register in your mind, Chris was pumping at his cock a few times and without a warning entering your tight hole. A sweet, little, cry elicited from your lips as he thrusted in until he caressed the entrance to your womb. You would have loved to edge him on a little bit more, but you weren't complaining as he fucked you hard and fast.
You weren't even aware you had been so turned on. You panted, whimpered and let out wanton moans as Chris repeatedly hit your sweet spot effortlessly. He brought his finger over your clit, pressing it lightly and circling it. The room suddenly felt warm with only the sound of your heavy breaths mingling together and the filthy sound of skin slapping against skin.
You felt it at the pit of your stomach as the coil began to tighten. With every thrust, every rub against your swollen nub, he was pushing you towards the edge. You grasped the sheets in your hands as your breathing became shallow and every muscle in your body tightened.
"Come for me, baby." He panted, looking like he was just about at the tipping edge too.
With one final thrust you felt the coil snap, closing your eyes as a mixture of colours began to swirl in front of your eyes. You heard Chris curse loudly, as with a few shallow thrusts, he spilled his thick, warm seed inside you.
Letting go of your legs, Chris collapsed on top of you, careful enough to not crush you. It took a long couple of minutes for both of you to catch your breath as your heart beat drummed against you chest. It seemed liked eons had passed when Chris finally rolled from top of you and laid down on his side.
"What was all that about?" He smoothed out a lacy frill on your bra, waiting for your answer.
"I wanted to try something new." You answered innocently, placing your hand over his. "Was it too much?"
"No, no. It was amazing. So hot." He took your hand up to his lips and kissed it gently. "I loved it."
"The belts broke though! How did you even break free from the rope on your wrists?"
"My dear wifey, you never tie a bind in an easy figure-eight knot." He chuckled when you realized your debacle, groaning at your mistake.
"So much for trying." You mumbled under your breath and tried to sit up, only to be stopped by a hand over your belly. With a rope in his hand, the one you had kept aside since you had decided you wouldn't need it, Chris smirked at you mischievously.
"Maybe I can teach you." You heard him say before he had pulled you down on the bed again.
What would chris be like with a more dominant woman???
Tbh Chris strikes me as the type to dislike being a brat to a more dominant partner, he just has that energy about him that tells me heâd be the kind of sub that would eagerly and willingly do whatever you asked and needed of him and when itâs play time and youâre driving him crazy, edging him to the point of tears, heâll still try his very best to listen to your commands and wait for your instruction and permission bc all he wants is to be praised and told heâs your good boy and be rewarded for his good behavior đ
This is literally my 3rd time attempting to type this because tumblr was acting stupid!
Ps Iâve never truly written something like this so idk if this sucked or not.
Mistress rubbing her clit with a vibrator allowing Henry to catch her wetness on his tongue.
As Chris sat int the corner jealous and upset watching the two with a pump around his cock torturing him as punishment for falsely bragging to a friendâs sub early this morning as she made breakfast. And then acted like a bitchy bratty baby that was being grabby and touchy with her although the afternoon despite many noâs and warnings she gave him.
After making herself cum she orders Henry to lay down so she can fuck her pussy on his cock. She edges him before soon gushing on his cock.
âIâm going to fuck my asshole on your cock, do you understand me?â She asked wanting to feel him stretch and fill her second hole. Henry gulped and nodding calmly not wanting to show that he was eager for her ass to swallow him.
âGood!â She says leaning over to get the lube from the nightstand drawer. She moaned feeling the cool substance coat her tight asshole. She spread the liquid around her hole before working her coated fingers in her ass to loosen herself up a bit.
âI know how much you love fucking my ass so if you thrust up your getting slapped.â She warmed him sinking down on him biting her lip as she did so.
âIâm fucking you. Youâre not fucking me!â She added bouncing up and down. Letting moans past her lip and she work Henryâs cock into her tight asshole.
âFinger my pussy! Three fingers.â She orders clenched her ass everytime her hips moved up. Henry let out a hiss. His stomach tightening feeling his orgasm approaching fast.
He loved his Mistressâs pussy and would do literally do anything just to get a single sniff of it but the feeling of him being engulfed into her ass did something to him.
âYou donât cum until I do!â She tells him warning him not to cum.
âFuck! I love double penetration,â she moaned feeling her climax nearing.
âFuck my pussy harder.â
Henry pumped his fingers into his Mistressâs pussy harder feeling her clenched and tight around.
She gushed on his fingers still fucking herself on his cock and fingers.
âClean my mess from your fingers and cum!â She orders not showing any signs of slowing down on fucking her ass.
Henry sucked his coated fingers into his mouth and moaned as he came in her. Filling her ass with his cum.
âGive me one more and you can go get cleaned up and relax alright baby! And Iâm going to need your fingers back in my pussy okay! They made my pussy feel so good as I fucked my ass on your cock.â She praised sweetly.
Henry twitched at hearing his mistress praise him. He happily slid his fingers back into her pussy and began fingering her again as she began fucking his cock again.
âThatâs right baby finger my pussy.â Mistress cooed moving her hands from Henryâs chest to his thighs leaning back to slide Henryâs dick in and out of her ass in a slightly different position.
A mixture of humming and moaning passes through her lips and she continued to enjoy Henry in her ass.
âHey eyes on us! You take your eyes of me fucking my ass on Henryâs cock again and youâll sleep on the floor tonight completely naked! No blankets no pillows!â She scowls Chris after catching him focus on something else.
Chris mutters something under his breath forcing himself to watch Henryâs dick disappear in mistressâs ass before reappearing in with his veins prominent.
âYou want to be mouth! Donât make me upset Chris Iâm so close to reaching my third orgasm tonight and I donât need you ruining it!â She warned ducking herself hard onto Henryâs dick chasing the feeling that faultered for a second.
âCome on Henryâs fuck me a little faster Iâm almost there and I want you to cum again in my ass. I want you to fill up my tight hole.â
She continued to encourage him before her words switch to praises as her orgasm washed over her and his second load of cum filled her ass.
âYou made me feel so good baby! If you continue to be good tonight I might suck you off before bed!â She coos rolling her hips softybefore coming to a stop.
âWhat do you say? I allowed you to cum twice in my ass and even allowed you to taste me.â
âThank you, mistress.â Henry breathed out.
âYour welcome!â She smiled pressing a kiss against Henryâs lips.
âNow go get cleaned up while I continue to punish Chris alright.â She said removing his cock from her ass.
âYes Mistress.â Henry said getting up and leaving the room.
Mistress turned towards Chris who looked up at her with a bratty expression.
âLay flat on your backâ she orders going to her rack of toys. She picked out a bright red riding crop before turning back to Chris who did as he was told.
âGood! Now since you want to be mouthy you have the joy of using that mouth of yours to clean your mistress up. Henry made quite the mess!â She snickers lightly smacking Chrisâs lip with the riding crop.
Mistress got on her knees both on either side of his face. Her ass covered his face her pussy right at his lips.
âBegin!â She ordered as she lmreached out to remove the pump from his cock. It was swollen and the tip was an angry red.
âIf you werenât so bratty I wouldâve smooth you with my mouth but brats donât get to feel their Mistressâs lips wrap around their cocks now do they?â She questioned raising the riding crop up and harshly bringing it down on Chrisâs sensitive cock. His body jerked at the impact.
âShit that feels good! Donât for get my ass! Thatâs where he made his mess!â She reminded him bringing the riding crop down on his cock again. He jerked harsher this time, taking a second to bite his lip to sniffle his cries of pain.
âYou had the nerve to say you dominated me! Made me beg your your cock when you know damn well youâd kiss the ground I walk on just to get a nose full of my pussy!â Mistress scowled striking the riding crop down on his cock after everything sentence. Each hit harder than the next!
âLook where youâre at! Laying under me cleaning my pussy and ass with your tongue like the good submissive man you are for me. Youâre lapping up Henryâs cum from my ass because I ordered you to because I dominate you! Youâre my dumb little fuck toy or clean up tool when youâre bratty! The only time you fuck me is when I reward you for being a good little submissive. Do you understand?â She degraded him striking the crop down on his tip a couple of times.
Chris squirmed taking his punishment as his tongue swipes at her oozing asshole.
âFuck keeping doing that! Thatâs right swallow Henryâs cum like a good boy because I told you toâ she said in mocking way.
She continued to mock him telling him to clean up Henryâs cream pie from her aching hole.
âAnd then you want to talk back to me- stick out your tongue.â She demanded.
Chris stuck out his tongue after swallowing a mixture of Henryâs cum and his mistressâs wetness.
âAfter Iâm down fucking my self on your face I want you to go call up your friend and tell him how you got punished for telling lies!â Mistress orders pushing Chrisâs tongue into her ass. It didnât reach deep like Henryâs cock but it felt good poking in and out of her used hole.
âLetâs make sure you clean up every bit of Henry from my ass!â She hummed pushing her asshole more open! She moaned feeling the Henryâs first load slip out of her on to Chrisâs tongue and lips.
âSwallow that!â
Mistress gave Chris a second to follow orders.
âDid you swallow?â She questions raising the riding crop to strike down on his cock again.
âYes Mistress.â Chris whimpered out.
âAre you done being bratty?â
âYes Mistress!â He cried out when she strikes his cock again.
âAre you sorry?â
âYes Mistress.â
Mistress smiled shifting so she could rub her clit against his nose.
âGood! But for the remainder of your punishment for being a little bitchy brat and talking back earlier your going to wear my wetness on your face for the rest of the night! No clothes so youâre cock will be on display for my enjoyment of knowing youâre humiliated! And youâll sit on the floor face between my thighs at dinner where youâll be feed like the bitchy little brat you acted like today! So once Iâve cummed on your pretty little face I want you to go get your leash and collar before coming back to me so you can make that call!â
âYes Mistress.â Chris said hoping she was done striking his cock.
As Mistress rolled her hips over his face he choked back a moan feeling himself harden now that she was using him for pleasure and not for clean up.
âThatâs right get hard cause you wonât get a release. You like it when I used you like this. Youâre getting hard from me humping your face! You love your mistressâs pussy! Tell your mistressâs pussy how much you love it as it gush all over your face!â
A smothered âI love youâ was heard from under Mistress. The vibrations was just what she need to get her forth orgasm.
âGood boy!â She moaned getting off his face.
Chrisâs face was covered in his mistressâs slimy wetness.
âGo get your leash and collar! And if you even dare to touch your face I wonât hesitate to give your cock a couple more strikes!â Mistress ordered before going to get cleaned up.
30 minutes later mistress re-entered the play room to see Chris patiently waiting with his collar and lesh on his face still covered in her release untouched.
âIâm glad to see my good boy behave again. She said walking towards him to grab the leash. Chris looked up at her with soft needy eyes noticing how her the curves of her body was draped in the loose satin fabric of her short pretty yellow nighty.
âIf you were being my sweet needy baby I wouldâve fucked you hard but you were being a bitchy brat so youâll get nothing from me until youâre back in my good graces.â She tugged at the leash leading him out of the play room and into the kitchen where Henry took the liberty of setting the table and placing the slow cooked roast and potatoes she prepared this morning on the table. He avoid looking at Chris because he knew that at one glance he would get this cocky teasing smile plastered on his face and he did not want to get any punishment for it.
âThank you Henry.â Mistress smiled sweetly at Henry taking her seat.
Chris took his position under the table between mistressâs thighs that was spread showing her pussy shamelessly. âGreat everything is going just how I expect them! Now letâs make that call Chris.â She chirped happily reaching for her phone she told Henry to place on the table. She dialed up her friend who was also a mistress, made a little chit chat before asking to let her sub on the phone so Chris can speak to them.
Once on the phone Chris told his friends the truth and told them what his pushiment was for saying such a thing.
âTell them how your on your knees naked between my thighs like the good sub you are.â Mistress quickly reminded him in a snarky tone.
âAnd now Iâm on my knees naked between my Mistressâs thighs under the table because Iâm not allowed to seat at the table for being a bitchy brat.â
âThatâs right! Now hang up so we can eat dinner!â
âIâve got to go now.â
âGood.â Mistress smiled down at him.
âHenry can you be kind to make me a plate with enough food for me and Chris.â
Henry nodded loving the fact that he was in his Mistressâs good graces.
He sat her plate in front of her and made his! She waited for him so they could eat together.
Mistress took a couple of bites savoring the tasty meal before yanking Chrisâs lesh and getting a fork full for him to consume.
âI kinda like you looking like this! Face covered with my wetness! You on your leash naked and needy on your knees like looking like a filthy puppy! I might let you actually eat my pussy while I suck Henryâs cock before bed.â Mistress said watch Chris chew.
âMaybe I should cut you a break and allow you to hump my leg since you look so sorry!â
âPlease.â Chris perked up hoping to get a release tonight.
âI did tell you, you werenât getting off tonight but you look so cute needy. Go ahead and hump my leg but donât cum! You donât deserve it.â She said eating another fork full of food.
Pathetically he position himself to rubbing his cock against his Mistressâs leg trying to find more comfortable position so he would hit the table above him.
He whimpered feeling the pleasurable sensation of grinding against the leg of his Mistress but loosing the sensation when he had to shift slightly. He wanted to hug his Mistressâs midsection to get more fiction but knew he wasnât allowed.
âHere eat!â
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Maybe you can tell if Mistress allowed Chris to eat her pussy while she sucked henry off before bedđ§đŒââïž
first of all, when they'd get rid of character limits on asks ???
second of all:
^ that's me, in hell, after reading this. Just...chefs kiss
