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wh0lemilk0vich · 11 months

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transfemme stevie purposefully gaining weight to give herself a more “feminine” curvy figure and good bf eddie helping her a lil too much

Ok but I love this so much. I don't typically write active gaining or encouragement, but I'm very on board with this.

Like I totally see Stevie annoyed that she's still so flat chested and maybe a little scrawnier than in the show and like the titty Skittles are doing their job but it's just not enough. So she's just harumphing.

And maybe my bisexual simp king Eddie is an admirer/feeder/encourager but it's not like his whole personality, and he loves Stevie, he just also likes bigger people and knows the space, but like doesn't bring it up because he doesn't want another thing to be judged for.

And like one time he's Stevie staring disappointedly in the mirror and he comes up behind her, hugging her and having a conversation with her in the mirror to comfort her like.

"Awe what's the matter, princess?"

"it's not fair, I still look like a boy... Or like a stick figure in a dress"

"Hey, careful! That's my girlfriend you're talking about."

"I'm serious. I wish I was curvy, soft, bouncy. I wanna fill out these clothes."

"Well I think you're beautiful," kisses her on the cheek, "and as much I love your little a-cups, I gotta say, I could very much get behind the idea of keeping my babygirl well fed. I've always been a sucker for a big girl." He tacks on, blushing, his hand absently rubbing Stevie's flat, almost concave tummy.

Stevie whipping her head to look at him and not his reflection, surprised and excited to be learning something new about him. "Ok, hello stranger! Why didn't I know this!?"

"Like I needed another thing to get shit for. I'm not ashamed or anything, it just didn't come up all the time. I mean there was a bit where I was hooking up with Chrissy Cunningham before she lost a bunch of weight and joined the cheerleading team, but she was keeping me a secret. Not the other way around."

Stevie just smiling and putting her hand on top of his while he keeps rubbing her tummy. "Huh, duly noted. So will you? Help keep me 'well fed'?"

"You came to the right perv. I know my way around a kitchen. Used to be a line cook, you know that? You're in good hands, baby, I'll have you filling this wardrobe out faster than you can say 'butterfly lounge.'"

It's a little hard for her at first, eating with this kind of purpose, but Eddie is a wizard in the kitchen. Everything tastes so good and it's weirdly thrilling and intimate when he feeds her occasionally, praising her, rubbing her belly, worshipping her body. That's what she wants, to feel curvy and soft and beautiful.

She can see the weight settling, low in her belly, padding her hips, dipping into widening thighs, her ass getting full and round and peachy, her tits filling out her bras looking pert and perky with cute puffy nipples.

Eddie can't get enough of her. He's always got a hand on her, possessive and proud. It's clear when he's standing so close against her how much he loves it, how much he loves her.

And it just continues until one day when they're about to go out, Stevie bends down to pick something up, and the side seams of her dress pop and her hips and sides of her belly are pushing through like over-proved dough, and she looks bashful, but not upset.

"I guess we got a little overzealous, huh?" She says.

And immediately Eddie's on her tearing the dress away just animalistically grabbing at all of her, feeling how plush she is, how much she jiggles and wobbles and bounces it's hypnotizing. He scoops her up and carries her to the bed to ravage her. His mouth is just an unrelenting torrent of praise and disbelief at how beautiful she is, how soft, and curvy and plump she is, how lucky he is. And he sucks her tits, strokes her, kisses and nibbles and nuzzles her belly, sucks her cock, sinks his teeth into her thighs, worships and eats her ass, begs her to smother him with it it's so round and downy soft. He fucks her hard and fast in so many positions: bounces her in his lap with her jugs in his face, hugs around her middle while taking her doggystyle, bruising her hips, watching her take him in missionary. But he slows down and gets sensual too. He just cannot get enough of her.

And as they're panting and cuddling in the afterglow she's like. "Well I really worked up an appetite."

And Eddie kisses her so hungry and deep holding the back of her head. "Can't have my baby girl going hungry," smiling and caressing the overhanging swell of her belly, and hops up to go get her something to eat, while she relaxes.

#misha speaks #chubby!transfem!steve harrington #chaser!eddie munson #chubby kink #steddie #weight gain

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sugarmaplewings-fics · 3 years

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Insecure Thicc!Reader

Pairings: BNHA Boys x reader

Warnings: Some spicy bits, but not too crazy, a little crude, kinda implied fem! in some bits, but you can just skip over those points if ya want

Characters: Bakugou, Kirishima, Dabi

Author’s Note:

Hello! This is the first time I’ve written for Dabi so I hope his turned out ok! As a thicc girl myself, I kinda poured my heart out a bit for this request. I hope you enjoy these little headcanons (I kinda went crazy oop—)!

If you’re feeling insecure, remember that you’re beautiful, no matter what other people say! I’m still on my own journey of self-love, but I hope that this can bring a bit of comfort to anyone who is anywhere on that road.

I know that it says Mirio, but I don't write for him so I contacted the requester and they swapped him out for Dabi.

I love you guys! Hope you like it!

-Sugar

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

Bakugou:

My mans Bakugou

He can appreciate some nice booty

I'm just going to jump straight to cuddling here because that's what I feel like doing

In public, Bakugou isn't all that affectionate

I am by no means saying he wouldn't gladly flaunt your relationship and yell about how wonderful and attractive his s/o is, but for the most part he likes to keep it between you two

But during down time, when there's nothing to do and all evening to do it, he wants you in his lap

SNUGGLING

He a stronk boi, you're sitting on his lap whether you like it or not

You are his human teddy bear, and you're going to have a hard time getting him to let you go

He wants to touch you all over and let his hands sink into your soft, plush body

Cheeks? Perfect for kissing and squeezing between his fingers

Your chest? He likes to hold you in his hands and test the weight of your boobs. They're so nice and soft and squeezable

Tummy? Bakugou's all over giving you soft, slow kisses over your skin, sucking a little into his mouth and between his teeth to nibble on

Thighs? He's touching on them constantly. If ever he's feeling possessive over you, his hands are going to fly to your legs and give them a solid squeeze to remind you you're his

Butt? Like I said, he loves it. He likes smacking it at every opportunity. Watching the resulting jiggle is the most satisfying and enticing thing to him

He likes to hold you at night, either his hands firmly clasping those lower cheeks or simply having it pressed into him. As much as he can get, he'll take

…

Now, if he ever catches you saying something bad about yourself, you're done for

You say it when you're home alone together? He's going to prove to you how beautiful and valuable you are through any methods he can think of

Lecture consisting mostly of him yelling about how much he loves you? Check

Tackling you in an aggressive hug and pinning you to the bed only to point out and gently kiss everything you dislike about yourself, telling you how much he loves it? Check

There's another thing I could mention he'd do, but my mom might read this, so I don't want to get into it, buuutt you can fill it in yourself 👀—

Say something bad out in public? He's going to give you a death glare and pull you aside as soon as he can to tell you to stop

If someone makes a nasty comment about you, they got a big storm comin

Let's just say that, after an extensive apology from the person, you probably won't see them again for weeks

Bakugou knows how to get to people

…

Katsuki doesn't care about what you look like, as long as you're happy and healthy

He values how you carry yourself and how you treat him. Something as superfluous as appearance isn’t on his mind when choosing and loving a partner

He's a good person to vent to as well. It may not seem like he’s listening sometimes, but he his. His insight is truly outstanding. There's something about him where, when he wants to, he always knows the right thing to say

13/10 loves you just the way you are and knows you're beautiful. Would not hesitate bitch to throw hands to anyone who says otherwise

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Kirishima:

Idk if this is me just self projecting onto him or whatever, but high key I think Kirishima could have a thing for thicc people

Nothing against our skinny queens and kings! He'd love you either way

But like, I can 100% see it

So he honestly gets kinda offended when he realizes you're insecure about your body

He understands why you feel this way—he's not blind to the fact that you're a little bigger than some other people

What really gets him is why you put so much pressure on yourself to look a certain way. To him, you're the most beautiful wonderful person in his world. Why would you be so negative towards yourself?

He knows how it feels to be insecure, especially with appearance

If you want to change yourself, he's 100% supportive. Mans is literally the most perfect gym buddy and would love to be by your side on your journey of self improvement

If you're not interested in changing your appearance, whether it be simply just for now or even never, guess what? He's 100% supportive!

I've seen this everywhere, and if you're also a regular in this niche of fanfic, I'm sure you have too, but Kiri is the biggest hype man

New outfit? He's all over telling you how good you look. Flaunt it, babes!

New makeup look? Amazing! Beautiful!

Did something different with your hair? Yesyesyesyesyes

And he's completely genuine in his praise as well. It's not manly to be fake about your thoughts and beliefs, and he knows for a fact that you're beautiful, just the way you are. Confidence goes perfectly with any look!

…

When it comes to cuddling, he's all over you

He'll respect it if you're uncomfortable being touched in some places, but what he wants most is to be as handsy with you as possible

He just wants to run his hands over every surface of your body. Nothing suggestive about it (unless you're in the mood! 😉), he just wants to feel you

Boob pillow? That's all his. It's like there's one magnet in your chest and another in the side of his head. They're just so soft and plush and squishy?? To die for! Even if your chest is comparatively small, he's still on you. You can't stop him

When his head isn't planted on your chest, it's settled on your belly. He likes the warmth against his cheek and finds every aspect of it cute

Rolls? Adorable! Stretch marks? Beautiful! Hair? Pretty!

11/10 you're getting tummy kithes and little teasing tickles every night you spend together

He loves your thighs. Being a little grabby with them is totally his thing

Yet another place to leave kisses. Maybe even love bites too `O.O`

Great place for him to take little naps. Literally I cannot stress enough how comfortable he finds you, immersed in your scent, cheek comfortably resting on the tops of your legs, your fingers carding through his soft red hair. You are literally Heaven on Earth to him

Insecure about your arms? He loves them. They lead to you, and give him the best cuddles and hugs ever in the whole wide world. He'll kiss them all the way up and down until you admit they're not so bad

That goes for everything though. If he catches you talking bad about yourself or your body, he will tackle you and start kissing you all over until you admit how beautiful you are

KISSES ON YOUR CHEEKS. CHUBBY CHEEKS ARE VERY ADORABLE AND COMPLETELY FREE KISSING REAL ESTATE

He won't hesitate to carry you around or let you sit on his lap. He's a hero (or even just training to be a hero). He's super strong and manly, and besides, what else are those muscles for? Punching bad guys? Nah, he's more interested in holding his favorite person in the world (oop, that's you!)

Doesn't matter how heavy you are (I'm also talking to all yee who are 200lbs+. I see you. He's got you), he can pick you up. Carrying around his s/o is 100% mandatory and you can't say no (well, I mean, you can but like, only if you truly mean it)

Any days you feel down on yourself, he can be a little more serious

He's a great listener and will hear every word you have to say without interrupting, even though a part of him wants to interject any time you may try to call yourself ugly or unattractive

Once you've vented everything out, he'll pull you into his arms and let you settle on his lap. Then he'll give you the hype/pep talk you need

Anything you don't like about yourself, he'll go on a whole rant about how much he loves it. It's not a flaw, it's just a part of who you are. And because it's a part of you, Kirishima is going to love it, no matter how much resentment you may feel towards it

He's a big hugger, so he wants to have you as close to him as he can. It helps him feel like he's making you feel better

…

Heaven forbid someone tries to give you trouble for how you look

He won't react as explosively as Bakugou, but they still better be praying

Kirishima's going to give them a good long talk about treating others with respect and being manly. He's not leaving until they apologize

All in all, Kirishima will forever love you for who you are. He doesn't care about your body shape or size. As long as you're healthy and happy and being your best self, he's going to be all for you

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Dabi:

So this guy is not having ya insecure BS

He doesn't see any problem with the way you look

He really grows to like your body even more than he expected over the course of the relationship

He likes how much more of you he has to grab and kiss and smack (affectionately)

He's pretty open with PDA

He likes grabbing your ass where everyone can see and giving you a nice squeeze just to let you and everyone else know you're his

He's into making out with you behind the bar, just waiting for someone to walk in on you

Dabi isn't big on being soft in public, but behind closed doors, you'd find him giving softer kisses and lighter touches

Initially isn't big on cuddling but opens up to it more as he finds how soft and huggable you are

You can bet you're sitting on his lap whenever you can, whether it's alone together in your room or even during a meeting; this man has no shame (not that he should be)

When you open up to him about your insecurities, he'll be a little upset

He sees nothing wrong with you at all, so why is your body something to be upset over? If anything, he's more attracted to you like this

He has a bit of a hard time finding himself attractive due to his burns (he's so wrong tho), so in that sense, he can somewhat understand

Decides to make a bit of a pact with you to stop being so insecure about yourselves and making a big deal out of appearances

You both love each other for who you are, and that's what's important

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

Taglist: @a-happy-otter @basicaegyo @iiminibattlehero @katsugay @nabo39 @pyrofanatic @sendhelpimstupid @sokkasangel @xoxopam4

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peachyteabuck · 4 years

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i’m a money symbol

summary: when ransom finds out he’s been cut from the will, there’s a different reason he flies into a murderous rage

pairing: ransom drysdale x reader

words: 1655

trigger warnings: degradation, findom/sub dynamics, sex work,

notes: thank you to @helahades for talking to me about this concept when i was still debating writing it. ur an enabler but i love u very much

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Ransom stares at you with eyes that rival that of pleading puppies - large and watery and a deep, deep blue. His clean-shaved face, tear-stained and reddened from the sobs that still riddle his body, is equally as pathetic.

“I-I promise I-I can pay you s-”

You cut him off with the raise of a single sculpted eyebrow, looking down at him as he falls to his knees - body folded and hands clasped together like a fervent believer praying for forgiveness after committing some heinous sin, or a servant begging their superior to let them keep their lowly position. Either analogy seems fitting given the circumstances, given his lack of inheritance and the slowly declining numbers in his bank account.

“One thing,” you hiss, lifting one of your expensive Louboutin heels so that it presses into the base of his neck, forcing his body into an even more unnatural position. He groans just a little at the pain - ass (and much more of him, probably) still sore from last night’s session. You ignore him. “I ask for one thing. It’s not hard. In fact, it was the one thing you could do quite well. Any now, what, you have none?”

Ransom gulps, nearly out of breath. “I-I have money it’s just that I-, I’m cut off right now I sw-”

The pointed heel presses further, his legs spreading underneath him to make room as his nose nearly touches the recently cleaned red oak flooring.

“Shut the fuck up,” you hiss, practically spitting as you glare down at him. “Only good little boys who pay me to earn the right to speak to me are allowed to blubber like children.”

He whimpers as the sharp pain from your expensive shoe merges with the clumsy position of his limbs to settle in his blood – his whole body screaming like a banshee as his cock strains in his years-old designer skinny jeans.

“The worst part is,” you sigh, watching his muscles strain just as heat settles in your stomach. Slowly, but surely, it moves to your core. “I was looking forward to seeing you again. Can you imagine such a thing? Me, looking forward to seeing one of you stupid little pay pigs…”

A dry laugh fills the air that sense another wave of arousal through his nervous system, his muscles and brain screaming at him to get up and walk the Hell out of there while his cock pleads with him to stay in place.

“Now get naked,” you sigh, swishing the sweet cocktail in one of the glasses monogrammed with your initials you had gotten as a gift (again, not from Ransom) last year. “I know of a way you can be of use to me.”

Immediately he strips, your gaze heated and targeted as he peels that damned sweater he refuses to replace from his toned body. He sucks in a sharp breath as the air – cool despite the roaring fire – hits his bare skin, goosebumps erupting all over as he shivers under your heated gaze.

It’s amusing, to say the least, to watch his clothes hit the floor, kicked aside as if they were something worse than trash despite their designer tags. Money means nothing to Ransom Drysdale-Thrombey if it’s not being spent on you.

Without preamble, you kick him with a single heeled foot so that he’s knocked to his knees, hands strained at his sides as he desperately attempts to obey the rules that accompany punishments. As his eyes screw shut in pain, you take the few seconds to grab the worst thing you keep in the drawer of the small table next to your plush, deep purple velvet armchair. It’s the thing Ransom hates the most in this world – even more than his family or their stupid maid or being broke or even disappointing you.

Just as his eyes open, you lean down to lock his cock in the pink plastic cage with a wince-inducing click, depositing the key in the space between your chest and the baby pink fabric of your bralette. It’s simple, mostly sheer with embroidered flowers spanning over the length of each breast while barely concealing your hardened nipples. The matching panties show off your tummy and thighs – cutting you in just the right places so that you look even more heavenly than usual.

“Fu-uck,” he moans when he realizes what’s happened, what you’ve done to him. It’s almost cute in how pathetic it is, the sound he makes and the precum that gathers at the tip and how his stomach tightens with each breath. It’s cute how pathetic he is – how his face scrunches up and he bites his lips until they’re beautiful and plump. Ransom Drysdale-Thrombey may be a chauvinist asshole with an ego bigger than his trust fund (or, what he trust fund used to be), but damn can he be so pretty it hurts.

“Down,” is all you say, giving him a small hmm as he falls to all fours. His eyes remain focused on the ground as you haven’t given him permission to keep anything else in his eyeline. He doesn’t need to be told to keep his back straight, body barely flinching as you sit back down and plant your feet in the center of his spine, your authentic red bottoms a beautiful contrast to his milky skin.

“You like my shoes, baby?” you ask, rolling them back in forth against the ridges of his spine. “You got them for me when you had money—you weren’t as useless then…”

Ransom’s back is parallel to the plush white throw you’d placed on the ground for him, his palms, knees, and the front of his feet warming the fur as you rest your own feet in the center of his spine. He can’t see you as he faces your fireplace, doesn’t have the pleasure of watching you as you talk with other clients - other men with millions, maybe even billions more than him not only in their bank accounts, but in their futures. Your long acrylic nails, ones it pains him to think he didn’t pay for, taptaptap against your phone screen as messages are typed. Judging by the click he hears every so often (in combination with your shifting in your seat) Ransom assumes you’re also taking photos – but whether they’re of you to send to customers or of him to use as blackmail, he may never know.

It's painful in a plethora of ways – but the playboy can’t tell if the pit in his chest, the aching of his cock, or the sharp pain in his back hurts worse. None of these things improve with time, either, the hours marked by glasses of champagned downed and Venmo transfers made.

The only thing that makes it better is the familiar sound of your phone being locked and placed in the side table screen-down before your feet are planted back on the floor with two sharp clacks. Sounds that would normally make Ransom’s cock jump if not for the plastic that was locked around him.

“Get in position, you useless slut,” you hiss, your hand flying to this throat so you could squeeze a warning against his skin. “You’re going to pleasure me until I say you can stop.”

Ransom gulps, his eyes wide with fear and pupils blown from lust. He gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing in a way that reminds you of when he deepthroats one of your many, many straps, and bows his head in submission. “Y-yes Mistress,” he moans deep, his eyes fluttering shut as the sheer memory of your dripping cunt floods his mind. It’s been so long – too long – since he’s been with you, been inside you; and he’s desperate as you push your panties to the side to reveal your soaked lips.

Ransom waits for your nod of approval before he launches himself forward, placing wet kisses wherever he can reach. You’re sensitive already, little gasps falling past your lips when he takes your clit between his teeth and sucks.

You don’t do a lot of sex work that involves service clients – it’s exhausting, to say the least, requires a lot of set up and take down and the like. For a long while you did no contact work, but it was a few clients – Ransom included – that convinced you to break into it.

And, fuck does he make all the work worth it. His fingers slide into you with confidence and expertise, finding that special spot inside of you with ease, groaning into your dripping cunt each time you cry out his name.

“Jesus, baby boy,” you cry out between guttural moans. “You’re so fucking good for your Mistress aren’t you?”

He nods, flatting his tongue as his face moves up and down and that-

That is what breaks you.

You come on his face as your thighs nearly choke him – his hands digging into the insides of your thighs. Ransom himself can’t tell if he’s trying to pull him apart – desperate for air as his whole body goes cold from lack of oxygen – or if his arms holding them in place so he has the honor to die while experiencing pure euphoria. As your pussy pulses on his tongue Ransom wonders if he’s already passed over, if Heaven is the space between your legs and why he’s been allowed there despite his many, many sins.

It doesn’t take long before his movements slow for a moment, causing you to groan in frustration before grabbing his previously-impeccably styled hair.

“Did I tell you to stop, slut?”

He gives you a small whine before shaking his head, eyes large and jaw soaked.

You smile at his obedience. “Then get down there and eat me out until I’m crying.”

Ransom smiles before moving his head back down, returning to his position below you.

God, you think. This really is the best job ever.

#ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale/reader #ransom drysdale fanfiction #lukis writes stuff #ransom drysdale

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juiceinpanties · 7 years

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Just Business

Olivia Gable is the CEO of a major corporation, and she doesn’t have time for romance. Her tastes are…unusual…and discretion is paramount. When her best friend (and sometimes lover) Tara Knowles suggests she use an escort service, Olivia is hesitant at first.

She changes her mind.

Story rating: NC17 Chapter rating: NC17/E/whatever rating that means PORN Pairing: Dom!Juice/sub!Olivia escort!au Go to Part: 1 | 2

Part 3/?

Olivia did her best not to squirm, but it was a struggle. Her knees ached from crawling across the hard wooden floor. She had no idea how long she’d been waiting, but it felt like forever, and every second that passed just made her want him more. She wanted to know what his body looked like under that sexy suit. What his hands felt like when he touched her. What noises he made when he came.

She bit her lip and concentrated on keeping her posture straight. He would be upset if he walked in to find her slumped.

Finally he appeared in the doorway. He had lost his jacket and loosened his tie, and he was in the process of rolling up his shirt sleeves. He grabbed one of the room’s chairs and dragged it in front of the bed before he sat.

“Scoot to the edge of the bed. Panties off, feet on the floor, knees spread.”

She nodded and hurried to do as ordered. As soon as she was in position he smiled. “Very pretty. Are you wet for me, little cat?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said. “Practically dripping.”

“Only practically?” He shook his head. “We’ll have to do something about that. Did you bring the toys I asked for?”

“Of course, Sir. They’re in the top drawer, behind you.”

He strolled to the dresser like he had all the time in the world, like she wasn’t trembling and aching for one little touch. He opened the drawer and pondered the selection: a small vibrator, several silk scarves, a bottle of lube, and a thick purple dildo. He grabbed that and waved it at her.

“One of yours?”

“I bought it special, Sir. I’ve never…” She lowered her head, blushing. “I’ve never used something that big before.”

“Hmm.” He stepped closer and stroked a finger down her cheek. Lifted her chin so that she was looking up at him with wide green eyes. “But you like the idea, don’t you? The idea of being stuffed full of this big thing?”

Her eyes darted from the dildo in his hand to his face, and at last she nodded. “I’m not sure I could take all of it.”

“Maybe we should save this for next time then. Would you prefer that?”

She swallowed and dug her nails into her thighs. “No, Sir. I think—I think I’d like to try it.” She flicked her gaze up at him and smiled. “For you.”

“Good girl,” he said, stroking her cheek again. “Stay here.” He left the room for a few moments and returned with one of the dining room chairs; it was armless, and not as plush as the ones already in the room. He set it just in front of her and laid a towel on the seat. On top of that he placed the purple dildo.

It looked even bigger when he wasn’t holding it, and her eyes widened as her heartbeat kicked up a few notches. He opened the bottle of lube and slicked up the plastic. She loved watching him stroke the realistic-looking toy up and down, especially the way he rubbed his palm over the head. He seemed to sense that, and gave it a few more rubs than it really needed before flashing her a teasing smile.

“Come here,” he said and crooked a finger at her.

She walked toward him and stopped, waiting for his next instruction. For a long time neither of them moved; all the air seemed to have left the room, and she thought maybe he was going to forget the whole game and just throw her down right there for a good, hard fuck.

Part of her hoped he would.

But he shook himself, like waking from a dream, and the moment passed. Instead he slid a hand around her waist and pulled her close. His head dipped, and a moment later she felt his lips against her collarbone, just above the pearls.

“Had to taste you, sweet thing,” he murmured. “See if you’re as good as you look.”

“Am I?” she said.

He kissed her again, and this time his tongue brushed her skin. “Better,” he said.

“Sir—”

“Shhh.” His hand skated down to cup her ass, then slid between her thighs. She couldn’t hold back a gasp when he slid a fingertip along her slit. “More than practically dripping now,” he said with a smirk.

She shivered. “Sir, I need—” She broke off with a soft moan as he circled her throbbing clit, his touch gentle and excruciating.

“What do you need, kitten?”

His voice was low and husky, rougher than she’d heard it before, and coupled with what his fingers were doing, it made her ache. She leaned into his touch, her forehead dropping to rest against his shoulder, and she gripped his arm tight enough to leave half-moon impressions from her crimson nails.

“I know what you need,” he said. He kissed her temple. “You need something inside this sweet pussy. Something fat and hard. Don’t you?”

“Uh huh,” she said with a drugged nod. “I do! Please, Sir!”

“You want to fuck that big cock, little kitten?”

“Your big cock, Sir!”

He laughed and pulled his hand away. She let out a pained moan that earned her a little smack on the ass. “Behave, or you don’t get any at all. Now tell me which cock you want.”

She whimpered, but managed to nod toward the chair. “That one, Sir.”

“Mmhmm.” He led her to the chair and positioned her over it, one leg on either side of the seat. “That’s what I thought. Dirty girl like you just can’t get enough.”

She dipped her head in acknowledgment, and when she glanced up again he was unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled his tie over his head and stripped off the shirt. Next he stepped out of his shoes and unbuckled his belt.

Her legs trembled from the awkward position, but she just watched as he carefully and methodically stripped down to his black boxer briefs. He gathered his clothes and placed them neatly on the valet stand nearby, looping the tie and belt over the shirt’s shoulders. He folded the trousers perfectly at the crease and hung them straight. His shoes went underneath, his socks folded on top.

He strode back to the bed, the tight underwear emphasizing his thick thighs and molding itself to his erection. He smirked at the expression on her face; she was surprised she wasn’t drooling.

“Take off your bra. I want to see those gorgeous tits bounce as you fuck that huge cock.”

She unfastened it, wobbling a little but not losing her balance, and let the lace fall to the floor. Now she wore only the garter and stockings, her tall shoes, and of course the pearls.

“Good girl,” he said with a pleased grin. “Pinch your nipples for me. Like that, good. Harder, baby. Twist.”

A flush gathered on her cheeks and chest and the coals burning in her lower belly stoked higher and hotter. He nodded encouragement, watching avidly as she twisted and tugged on her swollen nipples. “So pretty,” he said. “They look sweet like fat little cherries. Maybe if you’re a very good girl I’ll suck on them for you.” At her expression he laughed. “Later.”

Settling onto the end of the bed, he gestured for her to continue. “Go slow, kitten. Nice and slow. No need to rush.”

She didn’t take her eyes off of him as she gripped the toy with one hand and slowly lowered herself onto it. The thick head eased its way in, and she swallowed a gasp. She could feel herself stretching around it, almost to the point of pain, but fuck it was so good and she wanted more.

He raised a hand. “Up,” he said.

She whimpered in protest, earning herself a displeased frown, and lifted her hips so that the head slid out with a pop.

“Nice and tight around that big thing.” He grinned and tugged his shorts down to free his cock.

Her eyes widened; suddenly she could barely remember how badly she’d wanted the toy inside her, because he was gorgeous: thick—though thankfully not as thick as the dildo—and rock hard, with a drop of pre-come decorating the tip like a little jewel. She licked her lips. “Sir—”

“Not yet, kitty cat. You fuck that toy first; then we’ll see about letting you have a taste of me.” He flicked his fingers. “Again. Take more of it this time.”

She couldn’t hold back her gasp: the head slid in more easily than before, and with it an inch or two of shaft. She rocked a little, moaning softly, and he waved again.

“Up.”

“Sir!” she whined.

“Do you want to stop?”

“No, Sir! Please, Sir!”

“Then up.”

She did as he said, raising her hips until it slid out, just like before. She felt empty, bereft, and she watched him slowly stroke his cock with big, pleading eyes.

“More,” he finally rasped. “As much of it as you can. Go slow, baby; don’t hurt yourself.”

Biting hard on her lip, Olivia slowly, slowly eased down onto the thick dildo. It did hurt, a little, but in the best way. She thought she could feel every vein and ripple in the realistically textured silicone, and with a long moan she lowered herself all the way down.

“What a good girl,” he said. “How does that feel?”

“Fuck—Sir, it’s—oh God!” She couldn’t speak, could barely think, could only feel.

Another of those knowing smirks. He leaned forward a little, squeezing his cock as he did, and nodded. “Fuck it, kitten. You know you want to. Don’t you?”

She gave a hungry, drunken nod and rocked her hips. It was so big; she needed time to adjust to it; but after a few moments she gripped the front edge of the seat and lifted a little to drop back down. “Fuck!” she cried.

“Just like that. My sweet, horny little kitty. Fuck that fat toy. Feels so fucking good, baby girl,” he crooned.

Soon she had a rhythm going, fast and sloppy. The dildo wasn’t too long, just thick, and she could feel every fat inch of it, filling and stretching and rubbing against her throbbing clit. “Sir!” she moaned. “Sir, it’s so good!”

“Slow down, dirty girl. Not time to come yet.”

She whimpered, but did as he said, moving slow and easy on the toy. It still bumped her clit, an agonizing tease. Her thighs were trembling and her tummy felt tight; she was so incredibly close, but she didn’t want to disobey.

He pushed himself off the bed, kicking his shorts away, and sauntered closer. His cock bobbed inches from her nose, and she looked up at him with a plea in her bright eyes.

“Is this what you want?” he said. He touched his finger to the tip, to collect some pre-come, and offered it to her. She licked it away with an eager little whine.

“Uh huh. One cock isn’t enough for my greedy kitty. You need two, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “Please?”

Tangling one hand in her hair, he used his thumb to wipe away the tears that leaked down her cheeks. She hadn’t realized she’d been crying, but she wasn’t surprised: she was nearly overwhelmed by sensation, by need, by him, and she only wanted more.

“Say it again,” he said.

“Please, Sir? May I suck your cock for you, Sir?”

He groaned, surprising them both, but covered the momentary loss of control with another smirk. “Of course you can, baby.” He tipped her head back a little and her tongue darted out to flick the tip of his cock.

“No teasing,” he said. “You take this cock like you took that other one. Understand me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And no hands allowed, unless you need to signal me to stop. Then just pinch my thigh.”

“Yes, Sir. All green. Please?”

“Open your pretty mouth for me.”

She did, eagerly, and he rested his cock against her bottom lip for a moment. They watched each other, green eyes against warm brown, and with a smile he eased himself in.

She took him with a hungry moan, and he pushed deeper. Her hips moved against the dildo as she sucked him; he guided her head with the hand buried in her coppery hair. Soon he was fucking her mouth in the same rhythm she was fucking the toy, and as he pushed even deeper she felt tears on her cheeks again.

“Green?” he breathed.

She managed a nod, moaning around him, and he didn’t let up.

“Don’t you dare come, dirty little girl,” he said. “That toy doesn’t get to make you come. Only I do. Understand?”

Another nod, desperate and wanton, and she squeezed the edge of the chair so that the wood dug into her palms. She had never needed an orgasm so badly in her life, but the instinct to obey was stronger: she was good, she was good, she wouldn’t come.

She was His.

Suddenly he pulled out of her mouth, jerking her head back by the hair, and grasped his cock in his free hand. Two or three rough strokes and he was coming, spurting all over her neck and chest, hot come dripping down her tits and onto her thighs. She moaned, nearly losing it, but somehow she managed to hold back her orgasm.

“Fuck!” he panted. “Fuck, that—Christ, baby. Holy shit.” The muscles in his thighs and stomach jumped and danced, and she couldn’t resist licking a drop off sweat off the arm that held her.

She looked up at him, her swollen lips curved in a knowing smile. “Did I please you, Sir?”

He bent and kissed her for the first time, hot and hard and possessive, but softening before he pulled away. Gentle. Sweet. Her hands came up to squeeze his shoulders. Stroke his chest. He nipped at her lip and stood up, smiling the big, eye-crinkling grin that had so captivated her in his photos.

“Don’t move, sweetheart,” he said before he disappeared into the bathroom. She heard water running, and a few moments later he was back. He helped her stand on shaking legs and carefully cleaned his come off her chest with a warm cloth.

“Let’s lie down for a few minutes,” he said, his tone sweet and easy. “You can catch your breath and get ready for round two. How does that sound?”

He used a clean corner of the towel to wipe her face, and she nodded. “Perfect, Sir. I want more.”

“Of course you do.” He kissed her again. “Dirty girl.”

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