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pixiiipie · 12 days

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edging zayne inspired by my mini thirst!

includes: sub zayne + dom reader | edging (giving) | fingering (giving) | handjob (giving) | porn with plot!

another victory for zayne after a very long loss streak from you. you swore he was doing this on purpose. everything goes so well for you just before he reduces all your cats to 1 and replaces them with his. that typical for him! acting like it was just intentional and not even flaunting his win. if he didn’t want it maybe he should have just given it to you.

“i hope this luck doesn’t run out for your surgeries tomorrow” you say dryly looking up from your cards to his expressionless face. “you assume this is just plain luck? how very childish” there was that monotone voice he uses to casually drop an insult. you knew he couldn’t help it. it was so nice that he finally had some free time but he occasionally finds it difficult to switch out of work mode.

just then, as you were trying to fight off a barrage of attacks in your head against him, an idea came to light. you couldn’t hide your smile and zayne probably saw this as he studied your change in emotion. “hey dr zayne. how about a reward for your many… many victories against me?” you say but he wasn’t too convinced. “this is a trick.” he says holding eye contact, his face never changing.

“i promise no trick! you really deserve this especially after these past few long days. i’m grateful to spend time with you.” zayne isn’t convinced and directs his attention elsewhere wanting to end this boring conversation. “well we’ve been here for a little while let’s go home. if you want your reward, come over to mine.” you say collecting your things together slowly to give him time to think. of course, he doesn’t need too much time to think over things that’s the amazing skill of dr zayne.

as you come to the street where one way will go to yours and the other to his, as most of your walk has been, you quietly turn to go to your home and like a lost puppy, zayne follows. it seems that whatever front he puts up, he can’t resist temptation. you smile to yourself and experimentally take his hand. he doesn’t pull away. instead he just rubs his thumb over your the back of your hand. your warm hand in his freezing hand. you lift them and give his a small kiss to his knuckles trying to settle him and promise that he’ll enjoy this reward. (if you’ve seen the keira knightly pride and prejudice, think about that scene towards the end with mr darcy <3)

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finally home and on your bed you softly kiss him to warm him up slowly removing his clothes as you did so. most of your advances have been to get him used to such sweet affection and to encourage him to be vulnerable with you. “so how are you intending to ‘reward me’?” zayne asks same monotone voice but becoming breathless, half lidded eyes looking up at you. this feels very mean now as you take in his heavy breaths and red ears but you can’t back down now. reminding yourself of your plan, you answer him by holding out two fingers and gently pressing them against his lips.

it took zayne a little while before he understood what you wanted him to do (this was partially because you had never made him do this or because his head was becoming hazy. you’d never guess he was weak to kisses). “you should really wash your hands before something like this.” he says trying to act aloof but his breathing failing him. this brought all your annoyance back and without protesting, you went to go stand up before a firm hand grabbed your wrist. “it was only a joke. i apologise.” zayne says, slightly embarrassed. to try and make it up to you it seems, he kept ahold of your wrist and moved your hand to his mouth, taking in two of your fingers.

at first it was clear that he had no idea what to do. he knew the fingers were not usually an endogenous zone so was unsure of how you’d feel good by him doing this. as he continued, it soon clicked. his breathing slowed and his eyes fluttered shut. it was so cute watching zayne discover things about himself. “you’re doing so well.” you say, addicted to watching him. you needed to get on with the main event though. a small tap on his cheek helped him to come out of his daze slightly and he released your fingers. “did that feel good?” you ask, wanting to hear about his findings. “mmm yes… i liked that.” he said breathlessly. maybe he’ll give you a more detailed response later when his head is in better shape.

giving him a forehead kiss as a half apology you coated your fingers and a little on his hole with lube before getting an embarrassed confirmation nod from zayne. starting with one, you pushed a finger in and watched him let out a small gasp. a little while after, you added another and his body stuttered. you loved to watch him. he’s not quite comfortable with what you do with him with you watching so he’s always trying to hide his face and his noises.

holding the back of his head, you go to kiss him while your other hand finds his prostate. zayne’s kisses were never incredible but now with his thoughts being consumed by pleasure, they was even worse. you could tell he was trying to be good but they just turned out sloppy. you drank in his moans when he suddenly broke away from the kiss and hid his head into your shoulder.

“i found your favourite spot. doesn’t it feel so good dr zayne?” you say, trying to embarrass him further. all he could do was whimper in response, cringing at how sensitive his body was. with this new angle, you continue to abuse his prostate and start kissing at his neck. he couldn’t help but twitch at everything you were doing. you knew him too well. he knew human anatomy but you knew his body.

it didn’t take long for everything to become too much. you have such a cute boy! he never has time for himself so he’s always so sensitive to your touch. “c-careful mgh-! ‘m close…!” zayne whined holding onto your arm as a reflex and hiding into you. just as he did this though, you pulled your fingers out and waited for him to come out of his trance.

“i knew it.” he said with a shaky voice. “but did i say ‘a reward’ or ‘your reward’?” you remind him, stroking his hair with your clean hand. “both.” he reminds back trying to claim control over the situation. he was infuriating when he proved you wrong and clearly enjoyed doing so. “no matter. my point is, this reward isn’t necessarily for you. it’s my reward for being so patient with all of those games you’ve snatched away from me. now it’s your turn to be patient.” your words stung him.

“now how many times have you won? should we only count today? or since we begun playing?” zayne wouldn’t call himself a desperate man. he would calmly think his way out of situations instead of begging pathetically. however, he couldn’t quite think in the same way he could before… “please… please just today.” he pleaded, knowing that ‘neither’ wasn’t an option and you’d probably leave him like that to get off by himself.

you felt awful taking away the trust you built up today but… he looked absolutely delicious. this was probably the only time you’ll truly hear him beg and really mean it. he looked like a mess.

“so today was… three wins to you. you’re such a clever boy.” you mocked him. he couldn’t quite accept your praise but at this point, he craved anything you’d give him. “you’ve been so good so far. i’m going to edge you two more times okay? remember, no cumming until i say you can.” zayne nodded preparing himself. you press a kiss to his cheek (you didn’t want to push him too hard) and again, slipped your fingers into his hole.

as he was already stretched out, you added another to increase the ‘torture’ for him. as soon as you did, he let out a choked moan and rested his arm over his eyes. catching this, you moved it away where he instead held onto you. “i want to see my pretty boy fall apart.” you whisper into his ear before nibbling at his lobe. the noises he made were heavenly. he tried not to whine but when one slipped from his lips you tried not to forget that you were punishing him. with every brush against his prostate, his hips jerked upwards, begging for friction. cute

it didn’t take long for him to get close again as he was already so pent up. zayne considered not telling you and tricking you into letting him cum but he didn’t want to test your patience today. “s-stop…” he breathed trying to keep his voice low. just as last time, you removed your fingers and waiting for him to come back down from his (almost) high. “that’s my good boy just one more now.” zayne didn’t say anything. he just focused on bringing his breathing down to a good speed. he must have sensed that you were staring at him, worried he hates you. he took your hand and brought it to caress his cheek- occasionally nuzzling into it and pressing kisses into your palm. he’s so cute when he’s vulnerable. nothing to hide now so he may as well be affectionate.

he nodded to let you know he was good to carry on and you two shared a quick kiss as your hand snaked back down. however, instead of his hole, you begun to work on his dick. this took zayne off guard and he immediately started warning you “n-no not there i- it’s—!” he babbled but a little too embarrassed to admit how it felt. enjoying how little control he had over his body at this moment, you abandoned sitting next to him in order to use both your hands. one stroking him, the other fingering him but as soon as you felt his prostate “hng-!! st-stop! closecloseclose!” he warned and you listened. you quickly pressed a kiss to his inner thigh which made his body jolt.

“you’ve done it! you were so good im not surprised the calculated dr zayne managed to keep his cool.” you say taking in the image of zayne with his head to the side and chest heaving. his face was flushed and eyebrows knitted together. “i’d love to see you play like this. maybe we should try a few rounds with a vibrator and see if you can still beat me then…” zayne was barely processing anything you were saying.

you moved back up next to him and kissed his sweaty forehead. “are you ready for your real reward my love?” you ask. zayne simply looked over at you with an expression that only read ‘yeah right. i don’t like your definition of ‘rewards’.’

“i promise.” you say softly, “where do you want me to touch you?” you decide to be a little sweeter to him as this time, it really is his reward.

“both” he whispers. cute.

unfortunately, it didn’t take long for him to cum after being edged but you enjoyed how he looked while it lasted. the pure bliss on his face knowing that this time, he could cum. watching him get close, you started to slow down to tease him and he tried to give you a glare but he just looked like a kicked puppy instead. “sorry” you say with a smile “you’re just so beautiful, zayne.” your compliment as well as the use of his name (not dr zayne as you had used to tease him. just zayne. your zayne.) pushed him over the edge. “go ahead, my love. please do.” you encourage incase he was waiting for your permission.

finally he came and painted his stomach and your hand with a loud breath. he felt so faint but happy too. when he came down from his high and didn’t feel so dizzy, he weakly called your name. you quickly wiped your hands as best as you could with a nearby cloth and lay next to him. zayne moved his head onto your chest and used your heartbeat to ground him. you lazily stroked his hair and whispered praises to him. “your heart… is fast.” he managed to say still not quite all there. “it’s always like that with you.” you say pressing a kiss to his temple and that response seemed to satisfy him.

“slowing down was cruel.” he later said, his usual expression returning to his face though it did not have its usual effect when he was wrapped around you. “i’m sorry but you have really cute reactions.” his eyebrows furrowed at being called ‘cute’ but only briefly. “i’ll buy you a really nice desert.” you say trying to bargain with him.

“you know the way to my heart isn’t through my stomach.” he says blandly. after a moment, he continues “just… a kiss will do.” and you happily oblige.

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chryssikyu · 22 days

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Mate.... I got Zaynes within my first 10....

#sub zayne #love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace zayne #love and deepspace rafayel #zayne love and deepspace #zayne #xavier #love and deepspace mc #bottom zayne #zayne x reader #zayne fluff

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stinkarinka · 18 days

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Sorry for not posting for so long! I have a number of ideas for JJK characters and I'm thinking of writing a short story for a certain Blue lock character (haven't decided who yet, but probably Kunigami since he's my fav)

Also, the last option will probably be a crack-fic though I'll still put just as much effort into it as I would in any other post

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samijey · 21 days

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Jey Uso back at it again with the Sami brainrot [x]

#wwe #wweedit #sami zayn #jey uso #samijey #jeysami #stuff i made #thx again for sharing anon!#take him shopping? mans thinks hes living in a pretty woman AU someone knock him upside the head #funniest thing about this is that if they'd ask him who he wants to work with the answer would've ALSO been sami lol #i wish i couldve made these look better but #vids with hardcoded subs 🤮🤮#and whoever made them doesnt even know how to spell dawg i feel ill

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rose-tinted-kalopsia · 2 months

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Kekekeke…first Brainrot of the night…

(How do we feel abt tying Zaynie’s hands to the bedpost and just pleasuring him over and over again with praise cause poor manz works too hard)

-💫

ooohh!!!! this is a take that i am so SO down for... i feel that zayne is usually so take-charge and dominant in most hcs, and i myself see him as very much a giver type—always focusing on making you feel good first, or straight-up you to chase his own pleasure <3 but you are So Right!!!! he works too hard sometimes, and he needs to relax, too!! :( he needs to be pampered, too!! :( and if you have to tie him up so he accepts it and lets you take control for once—which will in fact probably be the case—then so be it !!

also as a bonus bc you mentioned it..... he totally has a praise kink, he's just less obvious about it because he's usually busy praising you 🤷

#also the fact is that you'd be the only one he would ever be like this around...#the few sprinkles of occasional sub!zayne moments ?!?!?!?!!!!!#it's a side just for you to see!!!!!!!#(but he definitely gets back at you for it later...)#*ੈ♡. 💫 jar #*ੈ♡. rose jar #ʚɞ*.ﾟ. lnds #❀˖°. roxiecanon #love and deepspace smut #love & deepspace smut #zayne smut

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pixiiipie · 6 days

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Would love to see what happens when reader actually does make Zayne wear a vibrator when they play kitty cards. Maybe add some extra rules to the game, but not too unfair. It's only on when it's readers turn, but she takes an awfully long time to decide which cards to play.

hmm what would be better? turning it on during our turn or his? i love both so much!

during our turn, we can play for as long as we’d like and enjoy him squirming. he definitely won’t be paying attention to our action cards so you could easily throw whatever you’d like at him and there is a very low chance he’ll stop it. maybe keep it on a low setting where, when you start, it’s enough for him and all he can do is whine but as the game goes on it just makes him crave more! maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll get little breathless “please”s accompanied with the cutest expression. zayne tries very hard to not be too desperate but you’ve said how you love it and he can’t get that out of his head. he’s trying so hard not to hump his hand and pay attention to you.

or turn it on during his turn. once he plays a card he can’t undo it so he’ll end up making stupid mistakes and missing out on points. mess with the intensity and listen to his breathing change and how he has to keep himself upright on his arms and the table. he tries to keep his breathing steady but every breath is shaky and it’s very difficult not to whine. he tries to make his turn go on for as long as he can to enjoy the vibrations but as soon as you catch on, you turn it off. it’s easy to see the disappointment in his eyes though he tries his hardest not to show it. he’ll quickly finish his go after that. spend as long as you need on your turn here too! make him wait and tease him by being indecisive but just not too much. he can only take so much before he winds himself up and stops enjoying himself.

he’s not super vocal and especially since he knows if he tries to speak it’ll be embarrassing but his attempts at surprising his moans get worse and worse as time goes on. maybe ‘forget’ it’s your turn to have a drink. he’ll have to talk then. “mmmngh i-it’s your turn.” zayne cringes at how pathetic he sounds but you just replay it over an over. no need though. just pretend you didn’t hear him or didn’t understand what he said. he knows your game but will repeat himself as many times as you want him too. such a good boy.

is he allowed to cum when you win? that’s too easy. he won’t be playing well anyway. he can only cum when he wins since he’s so good at this game. he can barely concentrate though! all he wants is you he doesn’t care about the game but he has to be good and follow your orders. you (sometimes) follow his when he’s being your doctor, now you’re both not working, he must listen to you (something he finds very easy though he won’t admit it). if he does manage to win (you may need to throw a round if he’s struggling a little) please reward him with lots of praise! such a clever boy you have and he’s been so good not cumming i think we need to change that. he’ll babble ‘i love you’ and ‘thank you’ like a prayer and cling onto you when he does finish.

even sitting across from him makes you feel like you’re worlds apart. he loves it when you touch him- sexual or sweetly- so only being able to stare at you from across the table is painful (for both of you honestly. he looks utterly delicious you wish you could kiss him). make sure to praise him lots!! such a sweet boy he deserves it and he’s doing so well for you. maybe some degrading mixed in- he’s heard lots of praise in the workplace so switch it up a little. make sure to be careful though, he’s very vulnerable with you so you’ll just have to gage how far you can go. try call him a pretty slut though <3 he has something in his ass/on his cock yet he still wants more? greedy boy. he’ll do anything for your hands on him. he needs to feel your warmth all over him in any way.

“p-please… i just-haaah… n-need you hnng ple-ease.”

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whitemancumslut · 1 year

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WHEN BUSINESS IS DUE… (Z.M x H.S)

SUMMARY: In which Harry Styles is a wealthy CEO, Zayn Malik is a wealthy careless businessman, and Y/n is their princess.

CONTENT WARNING: MINORS DNI, drugs, sex, and… money.

an almost entirely smut series.

—ONE SHOTS—

GOOD, PRINCESS

Summary: Harry and Zayn take princess out to dinner. (4.0k)

Don’t Forget About Me

SUMMARY: In which Y/n feels her Daddy and Sir are working too much and will end up forgetting about her.

Patience Is.. and Always Will Be Key

SUMMARY: In which Y/n is needy and impatient.

SIR SCARES, DADDY COMFORTS

SUMMARY: Innocent Y/n accidentally causes a ruckus when trying to help her Sir Zayn. When things go wrong, Sir is outraged and takes his anger out on a Little Y/n.

SELF PLEASURE

SUMMARY: Daddy and Sir are working too much! No one to fulfill sweet Y/n’s needs but herself.

#harry styles #zayn malik #harry styles smut #harry styles x zayn #harry styles x little!reader #harry styles x sub!reader #dom harry styles #dom!harry x sub!reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles fan fic #harry styles series #harry styles blurb #ceo!harry

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celestialhrry · 2 years

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The Box (AU)

The one where Harry, CEO of the biggest company in town, is an avid member of The Box club in Soho, and he happens to get a private room with his favorite performer, Y/N.

WARNING: Contains unprotected sex, blowjob, face fucking, choking, spitting, slapping, hair pulling, semi-public sex, dirty talk, fingering, degradation, name calling such as slut, whore, and cumdump, LHH, dom!Harry, sub!Reader

Harry’s POV:

I watched as her perfect body floated across the stage, wearing the skimpiest lingerie I have ever seen, causing an immediate bulge to erupt in my boxers. She is so effortlessly good at what she does, keeping everyone on the edge of their seats, wanting more.

I know I can pull her for a private room, it’s just if she is willing to do it. So, I decide to shoot my shot tonight, and start with a bid of $15K. No one seems to top that. That’s what I figured would happen.

She gives me a look, her eyes full of lust and passion, as I give her that same look back, clicking my tongue on the roof of my mouth. She gets off the stage and steps toward me, going painfully slow, making me wait even longer to finally get my hands on her.

She finally reaches where I’m sat in the back of the club, sitting herself down on my lap with no warning, slowly starting to grind her hips against mine, causing me to buck my hips up and put a hand on her waist to stop her from starting something out here.

She turns herself around, landing her lips on mine in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, trailing down to my neck and leaving a mark right below my earlobe.

“Meet me in the room in 30 minutes. I expect to see you there. On time. Don’t be late, Styles.” She gives me a swift smirk before hoisting herself off of me in one swift motion and heads towards where the rooms are to do whatever it is she has to before our little evening of fun.

Oh it’s over for me.

I knock on the door of the private room, waiting a couple seconds for a response from her.

“Come in.”

I practically knock the door off of its hinges with the amount of force I put into opening it as soon as she made one sound.

My eyes widen when I see her, sitting in a throne-like chair, wearing a red laced set, her bra making her tits look even more full than they did on that stage.

I walk towards the chair, circling around it, restraining myself from touching her. “Well, what do we have here? A little slut, waiting to be man handled like the filthy girl she is.” I chuckle lowly, a smirk creeping onto my lips.

“Open your mouth.” I say in a growly tone when I land in front of her. She obeys almost immediately, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out, looking up at me with puppy eyes. I grab her jaw with my hand, a bit of force to my grip, spitting in her mouth before forcing it closed with my hand. “Keep it there for me, pretty girl, yeah?” She nods her head, obeying all of my commands. “Good girl.” I say before turning around to get myself situated.

I frantically undo my belt, throwing it to the side, not caring where it lands. I unzip my pants and undo the button impatiently, kicking them off my ankles, before turning back around and pulling my boxers off just enough to expose my cock.

She takes her bottom lip into her mouth once she sees my length, starting to smile. “You like what you see, angel?” I stare into her eyes. She nods her head and tries to touch me but I push her hand away.

“Ah, gotta see if you were a good girl for me. Open that pretty mouth if yours, need to see if you kept me there.” She obeys, opening her mouth, allowing me to see both of our saliva pool on her tongue.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for daddy, aren’t you?” I say, placing my lips on hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth, exploring her mouth, but not with too much force. She takes my tongue between her lips and gives it a gentle suck before continuing to kiss me.

Fuck. I’m so down bad.

She separates her lips from mine, trying to catch her breath. “Wanna make you feel good, daddy.” She looks up at me, taking my cock in her small hand and slowly starting to stroke it.

“Wanna give me a blowjob, pretty? Yeah? Want my cock in your pretty mouth?” She frantically nods her head, looking up at me with her puppy dog eyes.

I pick her up, taking her place in the chair before setting her gently down on her knees so that she’s eye level with my cock. She takes it in her hand, slowly stoking it up and down as she looks up at me, making eye contact.

She places a kiss to the pink tip, immediately causing me to throw my head back in pleasure. She places a few more pecks down my shaft before coming back up to take the tip in her mouth, gently sucking on it.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” I gather her hair into a ponytail with my fist and guide her mouth down my cock a bit further with each movement. She suddenly pulls off of me, and looks up at me with teary, red-rimmed eyes, a trail of spit dripping down her chin. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.

“Why’d you pull off, babylove? Was my cock too much for you?” I say in an enticing tone, almost sarcastically. “Want you to fuck my throat, daddy. Please. I’ll be good the rest of the night.” I smile deviously at her, so obedient and submissive. “Tap my leg 3 times if you need me to stop. Understood?” She nods her head head at me, letting me know that I can continue.

Without warning, I thrust my cock into her mouth, inching it slowly down her throat. She closes her eyes which causes a light slap to her cheek. “Look at me, baby. Eyes on me.”

She looks up at me as I thrust in and out of her pretty, little mouth, edging me closer and closer to cumming on the spot. But I can’t. She would think I was insane for cumming so fast, but she has no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.

I feel a few little taps on my leg, causing my movements to immediately stop as I pull out of her mouth, my mind immediately racing with thoughts. Did I do something wrong?

“What’s wrong, babylove? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Fuck, I’m so so sorry if I hurt you. I could never forgive myself for hurting you, my baby.” I say, holding her face, one hand on either side.

“Want your fingers, daddy.” She looks up at me with a devilish grin, a sigh of relief and anger coming out at the same time. Relief because I know she’s okay. Anger because she stopped pleasuring me just to tell me she wanted my fingers.

“Angel, you don’t tell me to stop unless I’m hurting you or making you uncomfortable. Stopping me because you want my fingers in your pretty little cunt is unacceptable. Now, since you’ve been such a good little slut for me all night, I’m letting this happen. This is your one and only warning.” I say the last sentence with a bit of sharpness in my voice.

I see a couch against the wall and without question, I pick Y/N up and place her on the couch so her back is against the soft cushion but her legs are lifted off of the couch. I taunt her legs open, placing wet kisses on her inner thighs, dangerously close to her cunt.

I pull her pretty panties to the side, her cunt dripping with her own arousal, all pretty and pink. All for me.

“Such a pretty pussy you’ve got, love. Cant wait to get my cock in there but we’ve gotta open you up a little first, huh? Such a tight little thing.” I say, slowly rubbing at her clit, seeing her face contort with pleasure, small whimpers escaping her lips.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” She says breathily, almost coming out as a whimper instead of clear words.

“Yeah? You like when I play with your pretty pussy, don’t you, baby?” She nods her head frantically at my words as I move up to place a kiss to her lips, our teeth clashing with the force one another is putting into the kiss.

I pull away from her lips and without warning, slide my index finger into her cunt, causing an immediate moan to escape both of our lips. “Shit, you’re so tight.” I say, thrusting my finger in and out, seeing her arousal glisten on my finger before adding another one.

“You want my cock in your pussy, pretty girl? Want daddy’s cock in that pretty little cunt, dripping all because of me? Beg for it.” I say in a tone that causes her eyes to immediately go dark, a smile creeping up her lips.

“Please, daddy. Please fuck me. Need to feel your cock in my pussy. Make me feel so good. Please.” She says, a slight hoarseness to her voice, making it that much hotter.

My tip teases her slit every so often, causing gasps and whimpers of pleasure to escape her perfect mouth. “Already whimpering and I haven’t even put my cock in you angel. Such a desperate little whore.”

She flashes a smile at me, seeming a bit flustered as her cheeks turn pink. “Please? Can I please ride your cock?” She whimpers, causing a low groan to escape from my parted lips.

I immediately help her up and place myself down in the chair before helping her on top of me and making sure she’s comfortable. I glide the tip of my cock along her slit, causing moans and whimpers to escape her lips, making me realize how desperate she is.

“Please fuck me, Harry. Please.”

“Is that what you want, baby? My cock inside your tight, little pussy? Yeah?”

She nods her head profusely. That won’t cut it for me.

“Words, baby. Use your words.”

“Yes, daddy. Please fuck me.”

I guide my cock slowly into her tight pussy, causing loud moans of pleasure to escape her mouth, her nails digging into my chest, surely leaving a mark.

“Fuck, angel. You feel so good around me. So, so good. Just move whenever you’re ready, baby.”

She slowly starts to move up and down, gaining speed with each thrust. I throw my head back in pleasure, raspy groans and moans escaping my lips.

She moves her head out of my neck and places her lips on mine, starting a heated kiss, tongues immediately finding their way to each other. She pulls away and gives me a smug smile, biting her lip, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

“Shit, you’re so good, H. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Let go, angel.”

She immediately goes limp, her legs shaking, having quite the orgasm. What a beautiful fucking sight that is.

Just when she thought we were done, I bend her over on the chair, her knees on the ground, and thrust my cock straight into her pussy.

“Fuck! Holy shit! That feels so good.”

“Yeah? You like that, baby? Does it hit your spot?”

“Fuck, yes it does. Feel you in my tummy, daddy.”

“That’s what I like to hear, babylove.”

I notice her legs start trembling again, me getting close to my high as well.

“Fuck, daddy. Please cum inside me. I want it all.”

“Shit. I’m gonna cum angel. You’re so good. So good.”

I feel my cock start to twitch inside of her, before I let go and cum right inside her pretty, little pussy.

“Daddy’s little cumdump, aren’t you?”

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dogwittaablog · 2 months

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nolan pulling up to a 1D concert with kale clague, tkaspick and another friend and being posted on a fan update account. rent free.

I really don't think some of us till this day can properly comprehend that crossover... not even going to lie... a bit chapped that he got to see them and I NEVER did... like what the fuck, he lived out every 14 year old fan-girls dream.

To top it even that photo of him/them that was uploaded to twitter lowkey blew up too like??? Nolpat proves to me that he was always destined for greatness.

*I need to know whose girlfriends or sisters convinced them to all show up... I just know that those idiots were actually having the time of their lives*

#plot twist is they actually just bought the tickets for fun... and were not accompanied by any women #universal pretty boy experience only lived out by nolpats himself #he did look hot though #but wtffffff #they were all getting down to that shit no doubt #need to run a poll on who do you think was his favourite member #he gives me zayn or niall vibes idk why #nolan patrick #nolpat #march 24 subs

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daaydreamy · 2 years

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dom y/n, sub!h, and sub!z being punished

collars

summary: collars & leashes!

warnings: coarse language, use of collars and leashes

pairings: harry styles x fem!reader x zayn malik

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Y/N thinks this is the filthiest thing she had ever seen in her life.

At her feet, both Zayn and Harry were kneeling in front of her, patiently waiting for her to do something. Their hands were obediently behind their backs, not daring to touch themselves unless she told them too. They were completely at her mercy, willing to do anything she wanted ever since she put those black collars around their necks and attached a leash to them.

“Why are you being punished?” She asked Harry softly, tilting his chin up so he would be looking up at her.

“Was being bad.” He said, quietly, and too quietly for Y/N’s liking. She tugged at the leash, making him gulp.

“Was being bad.” He said louder, heat rising to his cheeks.

“Is that right?” She smiled, tilting Zayn’s chin up as well so they were both looking at her.

Y/N wanted to make them cry.

Zayn thinks he’s gonna pass out soon from how painfully hard he is. He had been hard the entire time, ever since she pushed him down onto his knees, and his cock was straining against the fabric of his pants. He had to hold back the urge to touch himself, using all of his self-control to.

“Do I not treat you two well enough? You’re always acting like such brats, acting like little whores.”

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grindset · 10 months

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my fyp in shambles

#a pic of zayn malik a post ab some gay cartoon a post ab sonic the hedgehog 5000000 billion sub!reader fics

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jayssuz · 1 year

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Hey people!

I don’t know how this works.. it’s my first time posting on here but im hoping I can learn a little to post a few one shots/blurbs.

I feel like I need to introduce myself? Hi Im Jay, Im a mother of two cats and I really like Harry Styles (along with many other people but we won’t get into it) Im hoping to post fan-fiction on here (specifically Harry Styles but also a lot more people, ex: One Direction, 5 Seconds of Summer, Spencer Reid, Marvel and whoever my little heart desires and catches feelings for)

Im always open for suggestions and for a conversation<3

I don’t know what more to say so I guess I’ll end it here?

#harry styles #niall horan #louis tomlinson #zayn malik #liam payne #one direction #michael clifford #calum hood #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #5 second of summer #sub harry styles #dom harry styles #marvel

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pixiiipie · 12 days

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do you think that zayne could make an ice dildo using his evol? to use on him of course he’s even cuter when he’s embarrassed

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atsuwumus · 4 months

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ᥫ᭡ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐒 . . .

๋࣭⭑ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : mature content, minors dni 18+ only. sub! deepspace men, slight hair pulling, begging, bondage, teasing, blind folding. um... did I forget something??? xavier's is a little nasty eheh (≖ᴗ≖ ✿)

๋࣭⭑ 𝐌𝐀𝐈 𝐌𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 : teehee ... (��﹏๑//) something no one asked for but I couldn't shake this from my brain. will be writing a dom version for this idea as well!! erm... not proofread so if you find a mistake no you don't

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 : "You know the rules. No touching."

Something vibrates from deep within Zayne's chest and it sounds far too close to a moan than anything else. This is torture, he thinks, watching through a heavy lidded gaze as you ever so slowly shed another layer of clothing. You've been subjecting him to this teasing abuse for almost half an hour now, swaying your hips to the low beat coming from his stereo, prancing around him in nothing but a pair of panties and lingerie he was just itching to rip off.

"You're quite the vixen tonight, aren't you?" he murmurs, the timbre of his voice sending ice curling through your veins, a low and pleasant sound that only beckons you closer to him until you're right in his trap. "It's enchanting. If I were any smarter I would say that you're trying to get my heart racing."

Zayne's hands are icy when he plants them on your hips, firm and demanding, pulling you down right to where he wants you. He's aching, cock straining hard against his suit pants, throbbing when you finally press down against him, your cunt quivering when you feel the familiar outline of him. A hoarse groan escapes his lips as he tilts his head back, relishing in the feeling of finally feeling you again, but his pleasure is momentarily when you push up to your toes, hovering over his lap.

He blinks your beautiful figure back into focus, opening and closing his mouth several times as he searches for something to say. You had laid the rules out for him long before this little game began and he had just broken the number one rule - no touching. He watches with a lump in his throat as you step back, light little steps all the way back to the bed, spreading yourself out among the dark satin sheets.

"Oh, Zayne.." you sigh, your voice a mixture of a dreamy sigh and something a little more sensually sinister. "I don't envy your position. Guess now you'll just have to be a good boy and stay put while I play."

His hands tighten into fists as he watches you through low lashes, how your hands skim up and down your skin that he ached to touch. Perhaps this is his punishment for making you beg for it. Time for a taste of his own medicine.

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 : The satin winds around his wrists in intricate lines, binding his wrists together and leaving him vulnerable in the palm of your hands. You never thought your boyfriend would agree to this, but it was surprisingly easy to get him to fall right into his trap, luring him closer and closer with the promise of pleasure.

And the sight of him wrapped up like this was one that you were determined to tuck into the cracks and corners of your mind, to remember forever.

You've made yourself comfortable on his lap, his bound hands behind your back, essentially keeping you locked in his embrace. Every now and then you can feel the gentle brush of his thumbs as they brush over your back, seeking bare skin, warmth, how you shiver with every grind over his cock. He wasn't one that ever minded messes and he wasn't about to start now, especially not with the way you were dripping over him, your folds parting a little bit each time the leaking flushed tip of his cock met your cunt.

Your forehead is pressed tightly to his, light strands of hair, slick with sweat, tickling your own but you can't find it in yourself to complain, not when it feels this good, to be pressed chest to chest. Rafayel fights to keep his eyes open, to keep his focus on your face and not the way you're making him drip. Puffs of hot air hit your face and if you focus hard enough you can hear the whines woven between them, feel how he ruts his hips up every now and then, seeking more.

"Tell me how it good it feels," you whisper, your glossy lips dragging across the heated skin of his cheek, feeling how his breath trembles and shakes. "Tell me how much you like being tied up for me."

Rafayel's spit-soaked lips part, the syllables shaking on the tip of his tongue when you press down harder against his aching cock, whimpering a weak, "I-I do-"

"Yeah?"

"Ngh- Yes. Yes, fuck, I do. I do, baby, I do so much." A high-pitched whine sneaks past his lips. "Just, please, fuck me."

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 : For a man who's calm, collected and never shaken by anything in battle, Xavier's breathing is shaky. His hands seek you out with desperate touches, stumbling over the sheets, fumbling with the crevices and dips of your hips until he finds your hand.

"I..." he licks his lips, pauses, and exhales a long breath. "I quite like this."

You nudge your cheek into his other awaiting hand as you bend down a little, a small smirk spreading across your face when you notice how red his cheeks have gotten. How you wished he could see how pretty he looked like this - blindfolded, on his knees in front of you, desperate to please.

You coo softly, watching as Xavier perks up when he feels the familiar warmth of your body spilling across his own when you shift closer. It's almost comical, how eager he seems, like a puppy wanting to please its master. You let your thumb run over the silk draped across his eyes, obscuring his vision, ensuring he wouldn't be able to see between the cracks before murmuring, "You're such a good boy, aren't you?"

A hum vibrates in the back of his throat and he nods, perhaps a little too eagerly. But you're not satisfied with just that, threading your fingers between the strands of light hair. Xavier makes the mistake of nudging into your touch before you tug at the strands, drawing a strained moan from his lips, the high pitched sound soon dissolving into a pathetic moan.

You glance down at his boxers, raising one of your brows at the dark stain that decorates the material, huffing out a stale chuckle. "Oh, you poor thing," faux sympathy laces your words as you speak. "Don't tell me you came from his a little bit of tugging and teasing?"

Xavier's cheeks are red, his neck flushing an even deeper color and he attempts to duck his head, yet the grip on his hair you currently have prevents him from doing so. Shamefully he rocks his hips up, seeking friction but being met with nothing. You tut before gripping the strands once more and Xavier has no choice but to follow your touch, up, up and up until his nose brushes against the inside of your thigh.

A long whine escapes him as he presses his nose against the dampness of your panties, inhaling deeply as his hands fly south to press against his boxers, squeezing his cock.

"Please," he whispers, his words muffled between your thighs. "Please let me make you feel good, please. Just one taste, I swear I'll be so good to you."

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distantdarlings · 2 months

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ACROSS YOUR SKIN // t. nott

RATING: R / 2.6K WORDS

Theo Nott x Fem Reader Insert

+ SUMMARY - *Requested - based on this* During a Quidditch practice, you accidentally harm Theo and you both learn something new about him.

+ WARNINGS - SMUT! Sub!Theo, Dom!reader, Oral sex (male giving, fem receiving), consensual hitting, heavy kissing, language, Quidditch injury, fem reader (lmk if I missed something) (not proofread)

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

Sweat - ZAYN

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The entirety of this practice had shot by like a knife through air. You could feel the air slicing across your body, penetrating your Quidditch uniform.

The darkened clouds overhead danced along the horizon, concealing the golden sun from the pitch. Your eyes scattered across the field in an attempt to locate the Seeker.

In a flash of green and black, a robed bolt of lightning shot across the pitch, heading downward toward the smallest glint of gold. The Snitch.

You shot your head up, and just as you did, a Bludger sped around the edge of the arena, heading straight for him. You clenched your jaw and angled your broom toward the speeding bullet.

“Blaise!” you shouted over the whoosh of the brooms around you. The boy’s dark eyes found yours quickly.

“Head that off!”

Despite Blaise’s position on the team, he caught sight of the flying Bludger and raced off toward it once he realized you wouldn’t catch it in time.

Today's game was a sort of scrimmage for the Slytherin team to practice. Your team often did this instead of running drills like the Gryffindors. Your teammates found they were better if they practiced the way they played—and you’d have to agree. The game got your heart racing, not stupid drills.

Just as Blaise reached the Bludger, he caught the edge of the heavy object with the tail-end of his broom, using its vortex of built-up speed to send the small ball hurtling toward you.

You gripped your bat, and just before it collided with your arm, you swung wildly. The force of the Bludger hitting your bat sounded like thunder.

You watched as it slung off in the direction of the opposite team’s Quaffle.

You admitted that in the heat of the game, you didn’t consider that the opposite team wasn’t really that; it was your team pretending to be another.

“Watch it! Sorry!” you shouted.

Theodore Nott was in a spiral towards the ground, chasing after the Quaffle Berkshire missed, when the Bludger clipped the end of his broom.

His broom stuttered at the impact and sent him circuiting in the opposite direction. With a deepened yelp, he was thrown violently through the air.

“Theo!” you shouted. You gripped the handle of your broom and pushed it toward the ground. Your hair whipped wildly around you as you rocketed toward the boy who now lay collapsed against the damp sand.

Just before you reached the ground, you pulled up and lept off of the wood, running to gain your balance on the uneven ground. You sped toward the motionless boy, trying to keep your footing.

“Theo!”

The game above you had ceased, and other teammates began to drop behind you, trying to reach the two of you.

You dropped down to your knees beside him and laid your body across his. Your gloved hands gripped his shoulders and shook him roughly, trying to stir some consciousness, but there was nothing.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, fretting endlessly. You pressed your cold hands to his face in an attempt to shock him awake. Nothing.

“Fuck, Theo! Wake up, wake up, wake up!”

You were shaking him and shaking him and—

“THEO!” You brought your hand down across his face swiftly, skin meeting skin in a fiery clap.

Theo’s eyes shot open with a small gasp. A deep sigh of relief pushed from your lungs, and you leaned your forehead against his in a moment of weakness.

Your skin pressed against his, the beads of sweat intermingling like a crown of frost. Your gloved fingertips were gently against his cheeks. Both of your lips were parted, breaths heavy and relieved.

“I wonder if you’d ever do that to me again, bella,” his raspy voice purred against your ear.

“Ugh!” You wrenched yourself away from him, relief turning to annoyance. Of course, he’d take this moment to say something sexual.

“Alright, that’s practice! Everybody get washed up—I’ll get Nott to the infirmary.”

With that, a few of your teammates helped Theo toward the pitch’s exit, and the rest of you headed back for a cold shower.

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It was a Friday evening which meant that all of your roommates were out for the evening—flitting about Hogsmeade, studying in the library, or whatever. You’d been invited out, but you were unbelievably sore from this afternoon’s practice. Be it because you’d pushed your body as hard as it could go during the actual practice or because you’d practically dove off your broom to get to Theo, you didn’t know. Either way, you were taking an early night.

You were, anyway, until you heard a knock at your door.

At first, you’d just assumed it was one of your roommates checking in for the night, but you were sure you hadn’t locked the door.

You rolled over and faced the thick wooden door, waiting for another knock, just in case you’d imagined it. You didn’t want to get up if you didn’t have to—especially after you’d already gotten so comfortable.

Another knock came to the door, this time a bit quicker and rougher.

You suppressed a sigh and yanked your covers back, headed toward the door at the end of the room. Whoever it was had better have a decent excuse for interrupting your rest. Every step you took felt like a dagger shooting up your legs and back.

The minute your fingers wrapped around the door handle and pulled it back, a tall figure pushed past you and into the room.

“Hey, what—” you began to protest before a voice interrupted yours. It was the same rasping, deep voice from earlier on the Quidditch pitch—one you knew all too well.

“Please, bella, let me stay,” he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t get you out of my head.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. This was Theo. The two of you had been on the same Quidditch team since you were eleven, you knew everything there was to know about each other. Except how badly he apparently wanted you, it seemed.

“Theo, I—”

“Please,” he spoke, eyes wide and wanting. “I won’t tell anyone, I swear. Just let me have you—just this once.”

“We can’t do this…we’re in the same house, on the same team, we’d just fuck everything up!” you tried to reason with him. There were a thousand reasons why nothing romantic should ever happen between you and Theo and zero reasons why they should, yet…the way he stared at you with such desire imprinted in his oceanic eyes had your knees weak.

“Please, I will do anything to have you,” he said. His voice cracked beneath the weight of his desire, the volume little more than a pathetic whisper.

And just as you were about to turn him away for the final time, he sank down to his knees just before you. His hands reached out for you, asking wordlessly to touch you. When you didn’t pull away, his shaking fingers made contact with your bare legs.

One arm curled around one leg, and the other pushed between your thighs. With begging strength, he pulled himself to you, pressing his shuddering, parted lips gently against your flesh. The feeling of his hot breath against your skin sent chills across your body.

Your eyes fluttered for a fleeting second as you imagined the possibilities—ones of you tangled within the sheets and devouring every inch of his body.

“Please,” he practically whined the word, his breath hot and panting against you. His hands clutched your legs endlessly, his lips across your skin, your fingers curling in his hair. You didn’t really recall doing that. Fuck.

“Okay, Teddy,” you whispered. His head shot up quickly, and his eyes searched yours. He looked in disbelief as if he hardly believed you’d ever say yes.

“But you do everything I say.” You removed one of your hands from his curls to trace the knuckles down the length of his cheek.

“Yes, bella,” he sighed, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your hands on his skin.

His breath caught in his throat as your next words hit his ears. His eyes glanced up at you only for a moment before he was slipping his trembling fingers beneath the fabric of your night shorts.

His touch felt like fire along your flesh, melting and scarring everything it touched. Your head tilted back slowly as he worked the clothing down your legs, his movements slow and methodical.

Just as soon as they were on, your shorts pooled on the floor around your ankles, and Theo pressed his nose to your core, eliciting an electric response from you.

Your fingers tightened in his curls as the tip of his nose bumped against you. It was clear from his slowed breathing and caressing lips that he wanted to touch you badly. But still, he listened.

When giving instructions, you had told him to pull your bottoms down and to place himself just before you but not to touch you yet. You wanted him to beg even more. You loved how pathetic he sounded.

“Baby,” he whispered against your skin, hot breath flowing down your legs. His pale eyes stared up at you with desperation leaking around the edges. His eyebrows furrowed deeply, begging you to allow him to touch you. His fingers practically vibrated along the edge of your skin, every other shudder forcing him to come into contact with you.

“What do you say, Teddy?” you breathed, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Please…,” he whispered, his fingers curling tightly into the fabric of your nightshirt. “How many times shall I say it? I’ll say it a thousand times if I have to.”

“Just once more, then you can touch.”

“Please, my love.” His voice was soft and cracking. The words he chose made your head spin, making you wonder what kind of feelings he was truly harboring for you. Were they purely sexual or perhaps something more? You weren’t sure. It was a question for another day.

“Touch me, Teddy.”

With a shuddering exhale, he pressed his mouth to the core of your body in a hot, languorous motion. At the feeling, your fingers returned to their station in his hair, pulsating against his scalp. Your head rolled back against your shoulders. Your throat strained against the flesh of your neck, sending sparks of sound down through your chest at every moan that exited your lips.

He destroyed you sweetly from the outside in, feasting on you like fruit in the summer. His desperation to touch you, to taste you, to fuck you was pulsing through him like a bullet. Your legs began to shake beneath the feeling of his lips on yours.

When he realized your knees had begun to shake, he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pushed you up and over onto your bed.

As your back hit the length of your mattress, a soft gasp left you as you realized his lips had never left you. He had never pulled away from you despite the motion. He had never pulled away, and your end was rapidly approaching.

“Close,” you whispered to the air. At the word, Theo’s hands clutched around your hips tightly, pulling you even closer to his mean mouth. A yelp escaped your lips at the sudden intensity of his tongue. Nothing could have ever prepared you for the feeling of the boy beneath you.

His eyes refused to leave you. They resembled that of a predator in the wild feasting on his prey, with no regret of what he was consuming. He could have eaten you whole right now, and you would not have felt any less pleasure.

Your fingers wrapped into the duvet beneath you, pressure increasing with each second. The breaths entering and exiting you increased heavily as your body skated closer and closer to the edge.

A small groan from Theo’s mouth sent shockwaves up the length of your body. The fuzzy feeling pooled in your head at the base of your skull and neck. You weren’t going to last much longer.

You glanced down to warn Theo that he would have to move away when you registered what the boy beneath you was doing. His eyes, now peacefully shut, refused to falter despite his body's motion.

His hips rolled roughly into the edge of your mattress, pushing pleasure through the rest of his body. His eyebrows began to knit into a rough line just as you began to tip over the edge of your mind. Your head rolled back against your pillow, Theo’s mouth showing no mercy despite the pleasure he was now giving himself.

You could barely stand to hold onto the comforters above you anymore; the only thing you could bear to grip was Theo’s honeyed curls, and with each tug to the delicate strand, he’d release another moan against you.

In a second, you fell over the edge, cascading into an overwhelming high that rose your body away from the bed. No matter how far into it you were, Theo refused to slow down and moved you through the whole moment, never relinquishing his mouth’s movements.

You finished with a cracking groan and shuddering legs. The weight of Theo’s hands against your thighs barely kept them from rising off the bed.

He chuckled evilly, a mixture of slick and spit running down his chin and neck. His lips were swollen and reddened, begging to taste your mouth.

He began to crawl up the bed towards you, but you stopped him with a foot placed delicately on his chest. You shook your head weakly and angled your head towards the obvious problem that had blossomed beneath his trousers. A lazy smirk spread across his lips.

“Finish,” you demanded, your eyes heavy and lidded, your lips parted and panting. The sweat from your exertion bled down your neck and between your breasts.

“Please, bella, let me touch you—”

“No, you’ve touched me enough,” you whispered. “Finish yourself in front of me.”

He swallowed thickly, the motion of his throat sending a shiver across your arms. He was the perfect specimen of a man, you could hardly stand it.

And when his hands dropped to separate the button and zipper of his pants, you could have come again. His hands slid across his slick stomach and pressed against himself.

His eyes screwed shut, and a slight hiss left his lips at the sensation. There was something so empowering about watching him do anything you told him to. It felt absolutely perfect, and you never wanted to stop.

His free hand rose to his face and slid the remaining sheen from his mouth across himself, the scent of you mixed with the consistency had him very quickly rolling his hips into his fist. He groaned against the feeling, bracing himself on the mattress just above you.

His eyes could barely hold yours, yet every time they fluttered shut, you laid a light slap to his cheek.

“Keep your eyes on me, Teddy,” you whispered. The skin on his face was becoming redder by the moment, but every time your hand came into contact with his cheek, he seemed to get closer to his climax. You never would have pegged Theo as someone who wanted to be hit by his partner, but it seemed to be working wonders for him. He was pathetic and begging for more after two or three hits. It felt perfect.

“That’s it, Teddy, that’s it, baby,” you whispered against his swollen lips. “Take it.”

And within a few moments, he was groaning and releasing himself against his hands, and you were pulling his lips to yours by his hair and devouring him just as he’d done to you.

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