With Mitch Pls??

😳 with Mitch pls??

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😳 : A confessing headcanon

Confessing his love for you, let alone any grandeur of emotion, was difficult for Mitch. His heart had already been broken - the fragments creating wounds that years of self-discovery eventually began to heal. That you began to heal. Mitch always appeared to only show stoicism or anger, but his roots delved much further down, and you were the lucky chosen to see who Mitch Rapp truly was. He had you perched on the edge of his bed as boot-cladded feet paced the room. Fingers dragged anxiously through his long hair and all that Mitch could muster was incoherent mumbles to encourage himself. It was your soft, gentle smile and calming voice that coaxed him to finally stop, his body facing you. Mitch's hands were wringing nervously as he took a deep breath. "Last time I felt this way about someone, my world ended." You tried not to show too much sympathy, not needed him to think you were taking pity on the poor man. Instead, you stood and stepped forward, clasping his hands between yours and squeezing them with only little pressure. "Just tell me how you feel." Mitch inhaled. His eyes closed as he counted down from ten in his mind, gathering himself. He finally smiled as he looked at you, confessing the emotion that made his body warm. "I love you."

Dylan O'Brien NSFW Alphabet

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Warnings: Drinking, Swearing, References to fist fights, Smut* (Bondage, choking, over-stimulation, aftercare, public sex, biting, spanking, masturbation and mutual masturbation, oral sex)

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A is for: Aftercare- what they're like after sex

Soft. So fucking soft. No one has ever taken care of you like he does, in life or in love. Once everything is done, breath is even once more and the sweat is dried on your bodies, he is softer than the pillow that holds your head up. He just wants to take care of you, touch you. If you're in bed together, your head is more than likely resting on his chest as he run his fingertips over your scalp or kisses the top of your head. He likes to run his palms over your body, soothing any irritated skin if it was a particularly rough session. He also just really, really likes touching you.

B is for: Body part - their/ your favourite body part

Yes, he is very much an ass man. He likes how you back it up into him when you dance at a bar, or even when you're just hanging out with friends and you're kind of needy for his attention. And yeah, he likes taking a full handful when he's got you from behind. But he also really loves your shoulders. No, really. It's not even a sexual thing, he just thinks they're pretty and he knows that you can be self conscious about them so that makes him love them more. He likes to just kiss along your shoulder when you're pressed against him in bed, or in the shower. Or just give a little love bite when he walks by you to make you smile, and because you're his.

For you? Those hands of his are definitely Godly. And you have a habit of telling him so. Obviously when he's got them deep inside of you, curled just right, it's another level of existence. And you swear you've seen the other side, a handful of times. Godly. Again, though, it's not just sexual. It's the way he holds your face when he kisses you, or traces your skin post - sex. Or even just holds your hand, his fingers laced between yours. It's comforting. Those hands are a comfort in a way that cannot be explained.

C is for: Cum - anything to do with cum

He likes cumming inside of you, because of the intimacy of it all. He's not entirely sure where he stands on fatherhood, but he's not opposed to being your baby's daddy either. He doesn't do it every time, though. Other places of preference are those thighs and your back (and he has on more than one occasion licked your back after cumming on it)

D is for: Dirty secret - a dirty secret of theirs

He wants to have sex in public, really bad. There's something about having his girl absolutely wrecked for him, unable to keep quiet, with other people around (they can be strangers, he doesn't care) that makes him so fucking hot. It could be the bathroom of a bar you guys frequent, the back of his car, in the changing room of some upscale store. Anywhere that would force him to pocket your underwear, press you to a wall and pretend like he wanted you to be quiet. But he didn't. The louder the better, it was a tremendous boost for his ego. It's not even about getting caught, he could handle that. He's a pretty smooth talker. It's just the high of fucking in public and having people hear him satisfy his woman without a shadow of a doubt and then go back to his night while he holds you upright and steady.

E is for: Experience (how experienced they are? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's got some experience - "been around the block" a few times, as some would say. But what makes him so good is that he just wants to know, wants to learn your body. You get the feeling that even if he had never been with anyone before (yeah, right. have you seen that man?) he would be absolutely dedicated to finding out what makes you tick, what makes you feel good. It's a high all of its own for him to watch you fall apart.

F is for: Favourite Position

Honestly...Dylan just likes to fuck. As long as he has you, and access to the things he needs and really wants - he's good. But for the sake of answering your question...reverse cowgirl. He likes to watch your ass bounce against his abs, likes that he can just reach forward and your plump backside is right there for him. Okay, so he likes this position so much he may have put a mirror at the end of the bed so he could watch your face, watch you touch yourself as you ride him. He would just rest his head on his hands and watch you in that mirror until he felt like grabbing a handful of that ass, then sit up with his chest to your back and help you bring it home.

G is for: Goofy (are they more serious/humorous?)

He likes to make you smile, let you know that it's okay to have fun and let you loose. In fact, he prefers that you not take it so seriously. So his silliness translates to the bedroom as well. If one of you stumbles or falls mid -act, it's not a big deal. He smiles and flips you over, or picks you back up, and keeps going. It's just sex, honey.

H is for: Hair (groomed or not, does the carpet match the drapes…)

When he wasn't dating anyone seriously he didn't really care, he still doesn't. But he cares what you like, and what you're comfortable with. But you happen to like the hair between his pecs, and the trail of hair from his navel below his belt. So, he trims it down just to clean it up and so it doesn't bother you too much when you're down there. It also really makes him smile when you run your fingertips through the patch of hair between his pecs in the morning, or how you pretend like you hate it when you rubs his scruff your neck - you're such a bad liar.

I is for: Intimacy (what are they like in the moment?)

Despite being a little silly, he's also incredibly intimate. He loves to pin your hands over your head, press his forehead to yours and take it slow so you can feel his love, his sincerity. He likes to kiss down your neck, along your shoulders and whisper all the things he loves about you - ranging from how you squeeze his cock when he's buried inside of you to how soft your skin is, your beaming smile, your sweet eyes. Honey, he's fucking smitten with you.

J is for: Jack Off (masturbation head canon)

When he first met you, and before you two were dating and actually sleeping together he could not keep his hands off himself. Genuinely, he felt like he was 16 years old and it was fucking frustrating. He had to talk to himself out of putting his hands in his pants, go take a cold shower and calm down.

Then you two finally got together he didn't need his hands anymore, only when he was away from you. And even then it was kind of lazy, just enough to get him off until he's home with you. But he really likes the idea of mutual masturbation, side by side or across the room. You watching him, and him watching you as you talk each other through it. That's where his mind is at this point in his life.

& K is for: Kinks (one or more kinks)

Hair pulling (you pull his, he pulls yours. It's great)

Over-stimulation (not something he frequents, but he likes to play around)

Light bondage (handcuffs, and rope often make an appearance) He's been working on his knots when he has some down time, it's oddly calming for him. And if you're down, he'd like to give Shibari a go one day..

Choking! He thinks you're the prettiest girl in the world with his fingers around your neck (he loves you even more when you stick that tongue out and try to lick his fingers.)

Biting! Hickeys! Baby wants to claim you.

Spanking. He loves to smack that ass, in bed and out of it. He likes to dole out a smack or two when he walks by when you're bent over tidying up in the kitchen just as much as when you're on all fours in bed for him.

L is for: Location (favourite place to do it)

He's got two personal favourites other than "old faithful" (the bed). He likes the couch for purposes of you riding him. You get nice and close sitting there on his lap, either chest to chest or your back to his chest. Or he honestly, really likes to fuck on the floor. There's something about getting you on your back on the floor of the kitchen, or the living room, spreading those thighs and putting in the work. Maybe it's all the room around you two, knowing that he can just roll one way or the other and you'll be fine. But he is known for taking you down in the kitchen because, "your butt looks good in those jeans."

M is for: Motivation (what turns them on the most)

Perhaps it's cliche of him to say it, but it's you. It's always been you. The sounds you make for him, the way you breathe his name, the way your body curls into his when you kisses you. It all just gets him going. But he really does like it when you stand on your toes to get close to his height when he's kissing you, and breathe his name into his mouth. No lingerie, no set of handcuffs or coil of rope could turn him on the way that does. He's lost count of how many times you've said his name, all breathy like that, and he's just sat you on the nearest surface and fucked you senseless. It does something to him, igniting him to his core.

Dylan..

N is for: NO (something they wouldn’t do)

Bringing someone else into your bedroom is a Hell-Fucking-No for Dylan. He doesn't care who it is, they aren't stepping foot over the threshold of your bedroom. He's territorial, and refuses to share OR watch you with someone else. Watching you touch yourself? Sure. That's a show he'd watch all day. Watching you fuck someone else? He would seriously rather fucking die. The idea of it makes his heart ache and his skin crawl.

O is for: Oral (preference in giving/receiving)

Oh, please don't make him choose. Remember that mirror across the room we talked about before? He loves watching you suck his cock in the mirror across the room while you kneel on the bed, ass in the air. That's another one of the reasons he put that mirror over there - to watch you suck him off. He gets to see to curl of your toes, the clench of your thighs and the flutter of your lashes in a way he probably wouldn't without said mirror. So....

On the other hand, Dylan really loves to pin those thighs down and eat you like the meal you fucking are. He's messy, and greedy. Not afraid to pull your legs over his shoulders and rub his beard over your thighs, an absolutely delicious sting on your skin. He likes to hold your hands when he's got his face between your thighs, letting you squeeze his fingers as you arch your hips into his face. It's intimate and kind of hot.

But for the sake of choosing, and being difficult, he picks both. Let's just 69 all night, honey.

P is for: Pace (fast and rough/slow and sensual)

He likes both, honestly. And it depends on his mood/ the situation leading up to him getting between your legs. But he's becoming more and more fond of the slow and sensual kind of sex. He likes to take his time, touch your body from the soft hairs on the top of your head to the pretty paint on the tips of your toes. He realizes that taking it slow, pinning your hands above your head and getting as deep as he can is just as satisfying, just as rewarding - if not more so - than those rough, fast paced nights where he's got you face down, ass up. He likes those nights, too. Don't you dare get it twisted, honey.

Q is for: Quickies (how fond they are of quickies)

Does not hate them, and will not turn down the opportunity to have you pressed up against a wall and wrapped around him. Sometimes that's just the name of the game if he's away and you have limited together. 20 minutes alone will be the best you can get, so he's got you posted up in the nearest, most secluded room he can find. And sometimes, he's just really in the mood and cannot wait to be at home. So, that secluded room comes in handy. Again, he doesn't hate them.

R is for: Risk (do they like to experiment?)

He errs on the side of caution, mostly because he doesn't want to put you in a position that would make you uncomfortable. But if you ask him, he's more than likely to say yes. He just doesn't want you to do something because you think it's what he wants. He considers himself a pretty open guy, willing to try new things. To be honest the addition of rope into your bedroom routine was your idea and not his. And he became quite fond of it after he realized it wasn't actual rope that could hurt you, but soft satiny rope for just this purpose. And that's how he started working on his knots..

S is for: Stamina (how long do they last)

He's good for at least two rounds, depending on how rough or intense. But more than likely you're going around twice and that doesn't count him with his face between your thighs. When he drinks it's usually only once, but it's no less intense than it would be any other time. You're still at the finish line telling him, "You're an animal, O'Brien."

T is for: Toy (do they like them or own some?)

He doesn't own a lot of toys as far as like, vibrators and dildos. He's not opposed to them, exactly. He just doesn't really feel the need to have them around quite yet. He's got the cuffs, the rope and a cute little clit vibrator for you that fits right on the tip of his middle finger. And that's about all he's got in his arsenal, but he's not against growing the collection. In fact, there was a time you had drunkenly told him that you wanted to get him a cock-ring. And he forgot pretty well everything that wasn't you standing in front of him, half naked with those platform pumps on. He wasn't sure when it would happen, but he would let you put a ring on him if you wanted.....

U is for: Unfair (how much of a tease)

He's an asshole. That's how much of a tease he is. He loves to tease and touch, make you think you're going to get it and then leave you hanging. On more than one occasion he's had you perched on his lap, fingers between your legs with a lazy little flick of your clit while you begged for more after hours of (what you would consider) torture.

"You don't like it?" He would hum into your neck with a little rub of his scruffy chin against your skin, fingers alternating between that lazy flick and a figure eight.

"You know I do."

He also just really likes to tease in the way that - oh, you think he looks sexy in those grey sweatpants? Alright, honey. Let me wear just those around the house. Nice and low on my hips.

Tease.

V is for: Volume (how loud they are)

He's fairly loud, lots of pants and groans as he works you two through it. He likes dirty talk, too. He likes to look at your face and watch your eyes get wide when he tells you how good your pussy feels around him. He noticed pretty early on in your sexual relationship that the louder he is, the louder you are. So he makes it a point to be loud because he wants to hear from you, wants to know that he's doing well for you. He wants to hear your moans, whimpers and whines.

W is for: Wild Card (random headcanon)

He's incredibly territorial. Like, will not hesitate to put a guy on his back if he looks at you the wrong way. What's Dylan's is Dylan's and he will make it known, he doesn't care who might be watching over his shoulder. He's gotten a lot better over the last year or so that you've been together, not so many almost brawls. He gets that snarl in his upper lip, twitch in his brow and his hand is on the back of your neck to remind you, and informing those around you, where you belong. Those are the nights he usually cuffs your hands behind your back, your chest pressed to the mattress, ass in the air while he doles out spank after spank asking you, "who do you belong to?"

And it's a question that demands an answer every single time.

X is for: X-Ray (what’s going on down below)

He's above average at almost 8 inches (very proud of it, thank you very much) and he knows exactly how to use it. He knows how to swivel his hips so he hits that spot and make your toes curl. And he's thick, like...take your breath away thick. You're not sure you'll ever get used to him and that first thrust, but that's just fine with you.

Y is for: Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He is a ball of energy, especially these days. And he seemingly has the sex drive to match it. He always had a high sex drive - just a particular look, or the raise of an eyebrow and he was good to go. You weren't sure if it was because he turned 30 or what, but lately he was insatiable. It's difficult to keep up with him, but damnit - you'll try.

Z is for: Zzz (do they fall asleep after it)

He doesn't fall asleep right after, no. Honestly more often than not it's like an energizer for him. He's the King of early morning sex, it just puts him in the right frame of mind for the day. And at night once you're calmed down and one with the mattress, he usually climbs out of bed, goes hunting for a snack and watches MLB highlights. His two favourite things - you and baseball. Doesn't get much better than that, honey.

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WAITING GAME | VOID!STILES (18+)

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DAY 2: SQUIRTING

WARNINGS:

Sex Toys, Bondage, Overstimulation, Edging, Spit Play, Begging, Mocking and Squirting.

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

SLIGHT BLOODPLAY, DACRYPHILIA, DOM/SUB RELATIONSHIP.

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you lay cuffed to the metal headboard. legs bound to the poles at the bottom of the bed. worn and panting. you could feel his presence watching you just like your been doing so for hours now. the cuffs clanged as your limbs jumped in overstimulation. you still hadn’t cum yet and your nub was way too sensitive to take much more.

your knuckles had turned white and nail marks pushed into your palms as you felt his fingers push underneath yours, pulling your fingers up and guiding them to clench around the bars. a groan and a gasp could be heard around the room as your eyes darted to the hot sensation of his tongue lock-in up the blood in your palm as he groaned at the taste.

his footsteps eerily low as he moved down your body once again as his wet fingers trailed across your spread thighs. the room was dark anyway, not much to see even without the blindfold he’d slipped over your eyes as soon as you walked into his apartment. you couldn’t hear anything else for a few minutes, not even his breathing, only yours and your heart pounding in your chest from gasping for air.

tears stained upon your flushed cheeks, saliva from where he’d licked them up too. your forehead covered in a light sweat, you wondered if he’d left the room for a moment, giving you a break, maybe even fetching you the water that you’d begged for which he only spat in your mouth at your request. but soon the faint sound of buzzing from that dreadful toy he’d found started up again.

fresh tears lined your eye and your mouth opened only to squeak out a timid beg. “please…” you breathed into hot air. a rough hand held your thigh down again as a dip in the bed became present beneath you as he perched between your legs. a mocking snicker and a repeat or “please” was his only reply as he hummed an old song again.

he dragged the vibrator up from your knee circling it and teasing you again, hearing your whines of pleasure and cries of painful torture. he wanted you soaked. he wanted a puddle beneath you. he didn’t want your cum. he wanted you to squirt. the thing you felt most embarrassed to do. your hole clenched around nothing and you screamed as he finally pressed the tip of the toy against your clit hard.

it was overwhelming already pushing you towards the edge you’d been hoping for the last hour or so. his fingers ghosted of your dripping hole.

“your pussy’s crying out for me, baby. you want my fingers?”

he teased. you couldn’t speak, babbling out nonsense as your head nodded fast. your mind dizzy as he slipped them in. his fingers worked fast, curling upwards as your vision blacked and your body shook. a soundless scream forced its way out of your lungs and his grin grew proud and he turned the toy off pulling out his fingers to rub them on your clit slowly, helping you through your orgasm.

he knew you were okay, you might’ve blacked out for a minute or so, but he could still feel your heart pulsing in your chest. you’d be okay once he’d cleaned you up and gave you some of the water he’d gotten whilst you waited. but you’d finally done it. you squirted and the smug smirk on his face when you’d woken up caused you to smile just a little.

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ROUGH DAY | SAM TAYLOR (18+)

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DAY 7: ROUGH SEX

WARNINGS:

Rough Sex, Spanking, Praise and Hair Pulling.

work was rough that morning. building and shifting wood had worn out your husband as he practically limped through the hallway. he leaned against the door as he unlocked the front dirt to your newly built house, where you sat on the couch in the living room. you had been waiting all day for him to finish, working on a saturday wasn’t ideal for you both, but you needed the money somehow.

you stared at the door as you watched it swing open, sam's large frame filling up the arch as he strode through, standing above you. “hey, honey. how was-”

“bedroom. now.”

his voice struck loud and clear, demanding. you flushed as your body heated up, staring him up and down. you stood up as you stared each other down.

“did you not hear me the first time, sweetheart?” he glared. “bedroom. now!”

you leaped up the stairs heading into your shared room, perching yourself on the edge of the bed. he hummed, following behind you. his stomps bellowing on the croaky stairs. he purred, as he entered the room. taking off his signature red coat, draping it over his work chair, sweat covered undershirt following and his pants tripped of as he threw them aside.

you stared at his muscles as they glimmered in the sunset shining into the room. he looked down at you, running his rough digits across your cheek and jawline tenderly. his other hand came down pulling you up under the back of your leg as he flipped you over. forcing you flat on your stomach and lifting your ass in the air. he tugged your dress up over your hips and pulling your panties down letting them fall to your knees.

“hard day at work?” you stammered, but he could hear the sarcasm in your voice and the smirk that graced your lips, trying to keep the tension lighthearted. he shushed you, running his right palm over the lining over your spine his hands grabbing at your hips pulling you closer as his thumbs dug into your back.

“be a good girl for me.”

his hand lifted from your skin, smacking down on your ass, forcing a yelp from your lips. he smiled at your reaction as you bit your bottom lip, gasping at the pleasure. he massaged the flesh for a moment, soothing the tainted skin before slapping at it again. soon you felt the familiar feeling of his cock rubbing against you through his boxers as he ground onto your bare cunt.

he slowly peeled the garment off, pooling at his feet. before taking his cock in his hand and dragging it against your dripping pussy. “please, sam.” you begged. he leant forward, his cock teasing your hole before he reached out and pulled you up by your hair. he wasted no time, ignoring your cry of pleasure before shoving his cock deep inside of you.

you cried out at the sudden pleasure. his hips slapping against you as he plunged himself deeper and deeper, his thrusts growing rougher. you moaned loudly and he leaned forward over you, feeling the veins in his length glide through your walks. his hand rested beside your head. using his other hand to smooth down over your stomach feeling his bulge inside you before rubbing at your throbbing clit.

fucking you harder into the mattress, the headboard bagging against the wall and the weak wood groaning. he grunted and moaned, whispering filthy things under his breath. it didn’t take you long for your orgasm to creep up on you. he groaned your name out into your ear, as you came, sam still fucking you through your orgasm.

“oh fuck.”

he growled his grasp on your skin becoming looser, as he began to fall apart. he cried out as he came, feeling his cum fill you up. you gasped as you felt him tighten up. taking a moment for him you both to relax and let go. he dropped beside you, catching his breath. once again his affectionate nature shining through as he pulled you under his arm, closing his eyes.

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😤jealousy with mitch pleaseeee!

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😤 : A jealousy headcanon

Mitch Rapp didn't have a lot to his name, so when he suspected that something dear to him had become the focus of another... the man grew green with the utmost envy. Not that he had the right to call you his anyway - officialities becoming an unclear subject. You were more of one that he immensely admired, a sight for sore eyes as they softened immediately within your presence.

You worked at his favourite Cafe, a place where he simply goes to get his daily red eye brew, and to breathe. Mitch was wary when you first tried to strike up conversation, and when he would often ignore your kind words, you just smiled but never retreated. It had been two years since he finally answered back, and the man in all of his gruff glory couldn't last a day without hearing your soothing voice.

To say that Mitch fell into shock would be an understatement - the eight a.m timeslot he favoured most of all had been compromised when another man was leaning across your counter, prompting giggles and grins to elicit from between your glossy pink lips. Mitch was the usual culprit to cause those beautiful sounds; eventually breaking out of his comfort zone to begin tender flirting banter and longing touches with you.

But now there was another. And he hated it.

Jealousy was worn quite well on Mitch Rapp, seen in the way he made a fool of himself just to gain your attention and sympathy. Mitch had tripped himself before he landed harshly on the wooden floorboards, the sound alerting you almost instantly. It was only mere seconds before you had rushed to his side, arms securing around his body, asking if he was okay.

"I'd be better if you went out to dinner with me."

You blushed at his statement, nodding profusely. The green gremlin that jealousy was mostly known for had crept into Mitch's eyes and he glanced over your shoulder, shining a winning wink at the other man.

Mitch Rapp was the jealous type. But now, he also had the girl.

FEEL IT | DYLAN O’BRIEN (18+)

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DAY 9: EDGING

WARNINGS:

Edging, Degradation and Marking.

your back arched from the bed continuously as dylan laid between your legs. his cold, rough hands smoothed up the skin of your stomach, as your body shivered with pleasure. right now, he was kneeled between both your thighs, your eyes were blindfolded with the black tie form his fitted suit. the bed creaked again as he kneeled closer to you, feeling his soft breath on your face as he gave your lips a tender peck.

you could feels the tips of his padded fingers, slowly glide up, just underneath the band of your bra. he looked up at your face as you breathed unsteadily already worn out from his edging, your throat raspy and tight as you lay in anticipation. he pulled each cup down over your nipples, he grasped at them gently, smiling at the soft sigh you elicited.

he pulled the garment over your shoulders and down your arms, trailing his fingers over your hands as he threw it to the floor. he pulled back giving you another tender kiss, his lips were stuck to the skin of your neck as he sucked at your flesh lightly. you were surprised by how much time he took for everything, giving you all his attention, after your begging.

his lips softly crashed onto yours as he nipped at your bottom lip. you sucked on his, making him groan, giving you deeper access to his mouth. he swiped his tongue along the side of yours, and just as you were about to deepen the kiss further, he pulled away teasingly, leaning down and kissing your jaw once again. his hands gripped onto your thighs keeping them spread for him as they shook, leaving small hand shaped bruises onto your skin.

you could feel his presence move back between your thighs again as your breath hitched. his fingers trailing up, teasing over the place you really needed him. his thumb rubbing circles around your clit but never really touching it. your needy whines started up again as he lapped up the sounds you made. you felt dazed ready to cum form just his teasing.

your slick was spread all across your skin, splattered across your this and all over his hands as he constantly denied you pleasure. suddenly, the stretch of his fingers filled you as you clenched around him, your body begging for release. your moans hitched up, his thumb rubbing down on your clit pushing you closer to the edge.

you couldn’t speak, trying your best to squeak out, begging him to cum. a muttered ‘please’ you could utter but his fingers never slowed and his thumb only pushed down harder and rubbed faster. your back began to arch up of the bed again, your slick pumping out as your orgasm grew, at its peak. but it left pleasure stopped as soon as you were about to cum, his fingers halted, pulled form you once again.

you were being punished and that’s what you get for ‘being a brat.’

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