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i. strap-ons - patricia 'kitten’ braden
ii. hate sex - jackson rippner
iii. roleplay - robert fischer
iiiv. collaring - paul sunday
v. praise/degradation - burt fabelman
vi. sex toys - agent donald buchanan
vii. overstimulation - jonathan crane
viii. virginity - eli sunday
ix. dry humping - neil lewis
x. bondage - jay (okja)
xi. fear play - jonathan crane
xii. semi-public - neil lewis
xiii. high sex - vw guy (taking woodstock)
xiv. sex tape - edward 'riddler’ nashton
xv. impact play - thomas shelby
xvi. body worship - louis ives
xvii. cum play - joby taylor
xviii. wax play - jackson rippner
xix. daddy - burt fabelman
xx. lingerie - patricia 'kitten’ braden
xxi. free use - calvin weir-fields
xxii. voyeurism - edward 'riddler’ nashton
xxiii. panties - seth (looper)
xxiv. mutual masturbation - jim (the delinquent season)
xxv. dacryphilia - eli sunday
xxvi. thigh riding - percy dolarhyde
xxvii. cockwarming - thomas shelby
xxviii. somnophilia - jonathan crane
xxix. breathplay - jackson rippner
xxx. humiliation - raymond leon
xxxi. phone sex - klitz

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On her knees, Kitten tightens the harness around your hips and thighs. Content with her work, she motions for you to help her up.

“Tight enough, love?”

You move around, testing the limits.

“Perfect as ever, doll. You wanna get ready for me?”

She bites her lip and gets on her hands and knees on the duvet, her yellow slip just barely revealing the curve of her behind. The way she contorted her body for you, even when she was submissive, showed just how in control she was of the situation.

You get on the bed as well and begin to caress her body. Kitten’s figure always astounded you, the way her sharp angles contrast with the softness of her flesh. You roughly grab her ass, and she leans into your touch. Her knees open further, and she turns her head to face you.

“No teasing, pretty please… I’m ready.”

The desperation in her voice was palpable, and you chuckled, “Anything for you, my Kitten.”

You move her slip up, revealing evidence of her already preparing herself before you arrived. Her entrance glistened in the dim lighting, and you couldn’t resist the allure of it.

“Dirty girl.”

She whimpers gently, and you continue to feel her up, trying to elicit all the noises you could. You grab the lube from the spot next to you and begin to lube up your strap-on, spreading her open as you do.

Her impatience is evident by the movements she was making, trying to entice you into fucking her sooner. You gently slap her cheek, but that only encourages her.

“Come on, please, darling (Y/N)! Haven’t I been good enough?”

You line up at her entrance, teasing, “Patience is a virtue, dear Kitten.”

She mewls as you enter her slowly, making sure not to overwhelm her. This doesn’t seem to be a worry of hers, as she starts grinding back against you almost immediately. Grabbing her hips still, albeit harshly, Kitten relaxes into the feeling.

You scratch down her back and start to move. She relishes in the mix of pain and pleasure, and a moan erupts from her throat.

“That feel good, angel?”

She nods rapidly, “Yes, yes… I missed your cock so badly!”

You groan, moving in and out even faster. Her back arches into it, the eroticism of it all was almost too much to handle. You love making her feel good, especially in this position where you can grab her hair.

Doing so, Kitten whines, trying to meet your every thrust. As your fingers tighten around her blonde locks, you pull her up enough to kiss at her neck.

Your desperate thrusts into her were short and hard, and she wouldn’t have it any other way, especially not with you nipping at her most sensitive spots.

“Don’t stop, please… you’re filling me up so good!”

You see her length bobbing against her stomach with each thrust, and you start to lick up her neck, “Touch yourself for me, pretty thing. Wanna see you.”

Kitten is quick to obey, as always, and begins to fist herself.

“Pretty baby, so good for me. You like feeling me deep inside, yeah?”

She nods, and you push her back down to the bedspread, her moans muffled by the fabric.

You fuck into her without abandon, and Kitten turns her face to breathe, “I’m so close, so close, lovely, sweet (Y/N)... can I?”

Beginning to deepen and slow your thrusts, you feign confusion, “Can you what, doll? Use your words like the big girl I know you are.”

She cries loudly at your teasing words, “Please, can I come? I need it, I need it while you’re inside!”

You hum, seeming as if you’re actually considering denying her.

“Come for me, pretty girl.”

You fuck into her harshly, reaching down to meet her hand pleasuring herself. The delicate touch you only just introduced caused her to shudder violently, and you felt her release all over your fingers. Her pants and shrill moans were a chorus you never got tired of.

Continuing to thrust, Kitten babbles nonsense until she reaches behind to grab you. Stilling, you catch your breath.

“Good girl, always love fucking you like this…”

She turns to face you from her position, smiling tiredly, “Love it when you fill me up, wish you could do it forever.”

You smile widely, kissing the small of her back as you exit her warmth, “Insatiable little minx, you are.”

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Slinking away from the group of guys you were halfheartedly flirting with, you head to the bathroom. Who cares that much about the stock market? Before you can even think about closing the door, Jackson’s hand snakes around your waist, pulling you harshly towards his chest.

“Did you really think you could pull that shit and get away with it?”

You bite back a subconscious moan, “Pull what? I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine.”

“That’s what that was, huh?” his grip tightens, and you hear his breath quicken, “It wasn’t you just being a slut, begging to be fucked by strangers?”

Jackson lets go of you, only to slam the door and push you against it.

“This is my goddamn job, (Y/N),” the smell of his cologne permeates your senses, increasing your arousal. “You don’t get to have the same excuse. I own you.”

Your lust-filled eyes look up at him, and he begins to realize your true intentions.

“Oh, I see how it is. You wanted me to get all pissed, so you could get put in your place, yeah?”

His hand roughly pulls down your dress– revealing your chest to him and causing you to whimper.

“I hate seeing you with other women… I know it’s your job, but I fucking hate– ah!”

Jackson roughly fondles your breasts, enough to hurt, “Don’t try and explain yourself, you know what you got yourself into.”

Keeping one hand on your chest, he reaches the other to pull down your panties– quickly realizing you’re not wearing any. He rolls his eyes, tutting as he spreads your lips open.

You let him explore your body, taking what you both know is rightfully his.

“So wet, did those guys do this to you? Did they talk about passing you around?”

Shaking your head vehemently, you cry out, “No, no! You did this… it’s for you.”

“Hard to believe you when I saw the way you flirted with them,” his index finger enters your warmth, and you whine.

As quickly as he entered the first finger, he added two more, causing your whines to grow exponentially.

“You’re gonna take it, (Y/N), I know you need it,” his breath is hot against your ear. The constant stimulation was making you feel weak in the knees, but his hand kept you up.

“Please, please, Jackson!” You don’t even know what you’re pleading for, but he does.

He moves his hand from your breast to grab your jaw, “You’re gonna be good and quiet for me, unless you want those guys to hear?”

Jackson’s hand forces your head to nod, even if you tried your best to shake it the other way.

“You really are a whore, aren’t you?”

Trying to deny it, you open your mouth, but he shoves his fingers inside. Groaning around them, you obediently suck, despite his not asking. His fingers filling you up in two ways was making you tremble in delight, and you felt close.

He notices you clenching, and he chuckles, “Close already, (Y/N)? So desperate… I don’t think you deserve it.”

Jackson’s fingers muffle your cry of protest, but his fingering speeds up, making it that much harder for you. You begin to feel his hard-on through his slacks rubbing against you.

“Gonna make you come in this random fucking bathroom, like a real slut would, yeah?”

You moan, his fingers were unrelenting in both your mouth and your warmth. His dark eyes watched your expression, he wanted to see you fall apart, unable to resist your release.

“Dumb whore can’t even talk, can she?” You shudder violently, and he smiles.

“That’s right, come all over my fingers, you can’t even fight it…”

He groans as he feels you tighten around his fingers, spasming all the while. You subconsciously bite down on his other fingers, causing him to groan even louder. As you calm down, he pulls away, watching your heavily breathing body still against the door.

“Meet me at the car,” Jackson exits the bathroom, pushing you aside. You exhale shakily, smiling. You were really in for it.

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“You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you, Mr. Fischer?”

He looks up at you from his kneeling position on the floor, eyes nervous and flitting everywhere, “Yes, ma’am… I’ve been bad.”

Smirking, you circle him. You’re donned in a very cheap Halloween costume that was labeled “Tantalizing Teacher,” something that caught Robert’s eye while browsing the web. Admittedly, you were intrigued by it too, knowing his tendency to… submit, and he immediately put it in his cart. You paired it with the sluttiest red heels you could find, towering over him easily.

Tilting his chin up with your ruler, you pout, “Am I supposed to pity you?”

“No, no, not at all.”

“Then what do I do with bad boys like you, hm? Do I just let them off easy?”

The edge of the ruler traces his jawline, threatening to slap him at any given moment, “I think you punish them, ma’am.”

“Finally, a good answer from you. Why aren’t you this receptive in class, Mr. Fischer? We could’ve avoided all this… unless you wanted it?”

A sweat droplet forms on his forehead as you move the ruler to rest on his quivering bottom lip, “I just want you, Miss, that’s all.”

You roll your eyes, huffing, “Take your slacks off and get on the bed, ass up. Now.”

Robert scrambles upwards, unbuckling his belt with no precision whatsoever. The desperation was evident as he was left only in his boxers, a wet spot forming on the fabric. He crawls onto the bed, never making eye contact with you for fear of breaking any boundaries of the scene.

He followed your directions to a T, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip at the humiliating position he was in. His ass was practically shaking with anticipation, eager for whatever you would give him.

“Desperate to be punished, aren’t you? Pathetic, really.”

You hear Robert try to bite back a whimper, and you don’t hesitate to smack him with the ruler. His noises fail to cease, and you know what you have to do. You slide your damp panties down your legs, “Turn around.”

Hesitantly, Robert turns, struggling to stay somewhat in his aforementioned position. You pick up your knickers and shove them between his freshly bitten lips.

“Now, if you manage to make any noise with that in your mouth, you’re not cumming for a week.”

The fear in his eyes is obvious, but he obeys your command, nodding. Robert gets back into position, albeit more nervously. You smile at the control you have over this otherwise powerful man– you’ve seen the way a simple hand gesture could give him the world, but not in this room.

You trace the seams of his boxers with the ruler, giving him a false sense of security. When you snap it back on him, he jerks forward, but makes no sound, “Good boy.”

Robert’s shoulders shudder at your praise, he was so easy to please in this particular headspace. You move his boxers down his quivering thighs, watching as his hole flutters eagerly. How bold was his body to assume you’d grace him with a toy tonight when this was his punishment?

With his underwear now out of the way, you spread his cheeks harshly, and spit dead-center. Robert lurches forward involuntarily, but you don’t reprimand him for it. He had bigger things to worry about controlling as you licked a stripe up his entrance. You heard a muffled groan from him and laughed as you continued to touch him in ways you’d never done before.

You grip tightly at his leaking hardness, beginning to inch your tongue slowly into him. Robert trembles slightly in your hand, and you grin as you lick inside. Beginning to pump him harshly, but slowly, his back arches into your touch. It was so painful, but so good.

He shakes as you touch him in such filthy ways, but he can’t deny the fact that this was the hardest he had ever been in his life. Every time your hand moves up and down, the flick of your wrist makes him feel closer and closer. This doesn’t go unnoticed by you as your tongue goes even deeper inside of Robert, his tightness doing nothing to stop you.

“Gonna come for me, big boy?” He hesitates before nodding vehemently, deciding not to risk making noise. “Better clean it up after, hm?”

Robert continues to nod as you increase your pace and kiss around his hole. He can’t handle the gentle yet dominant persona you suddenly took on, and he thrusts pathetically into your touch. His moans break through the thin barrier of your panties, desperate and submissive.

You grin as his hot release spills all over your fingers and the duvet, his hole clenching around nothing as you leave a biting kiss on his reddened cheek. Robert collapses onto the bed face-first with a groan, continuously shaking into his orgasm.

His sorry little movements had you kissing all over his cheeks down to the crook of his knees, “You did so good, Robert, so fucking good for me…”

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“You look heavenly like that, (Y/N),” Paul looks down at you kneeling, your eyes focused only on him.

Smiling shyly, you watch as he pulls something from his coat pocket.

“I have a gift for you, I think you’ll like it.”

His hands unclasping reveal a delicate collar made of tooled leather. It was a typical brown, with floral detailing all around it.

“Oh, sir…” You reach out to take it from his hands, but he pulls back.

“Let me put it on you, lean your head down for me.”

Obeying, you feel his rough hands wrap the collar around your neck. It was snug, but not tight enough that you couldn’t breathe. As he buckled it, you felt a strange sense of happiness envelop you.

“Thank you so much,” you looked up at him, and his eyes were only on your neck, “I… really don’t deserve this, sir.”

“The exact opposite, my love,” Paul shakes his head, smiling, “You deserve everything, and I’m going to give it to you. I promise you that.”

His hand reaches yours so you can stand up with him, and you do so. Paul’s tall frame still loomed over you, but it was comforting. You lay your hands on his shoulders and lean up to kiss him gently on his chapped lips.

Kissing you softly, you felt his passion being held back. You lick his lips with your tongue, teasing. His mouth falls open, and you quickly take advantage by sucking his tongue. Paul’s gentle moans are like music to your ears, and you smile into the kiss.

You feel his hands move to the back of your head, pulling slightly at your hair, causing a sharp moan to erupt from your throat.

“Such pretty noises you make for me, (Y/N),” Paul smiles innocently, as he always does. “Get on your hands and knees on the bed.”

Trying to hide your grin, you saunter to the very familiar position. Glancing down, you notice his slacks looking a little bit tighter than normal. You felt like teasing him for that, but you knew it would just end up in a very disproportionate punishment. Waiting for him to guide your next actions, you look at him with an impatient gaze.

Paul unbuttons his slacks while watching you stare him down, and he can’t hide the blush creeping onto his cheeks. As confident as he came across in public and in private, he was just one kiss away from all that dominance crumbling. You liked to make him feel like he was in control, especially with this newfound collar.

Revealing his length, you bite your lip, halting all the dominant thoughts you were having. You needed him to take you right then. Paul kisses your forehead, before making his way behind you on the duvet.

His hot breath was suddenly up against your ear, and you shivered, “Ready for me?”

“Always, sir.”

You immediately feel his tip up against your clit, evoking a whimper from you. You can sense him grinning with a pure sense of glee as he continues to tease. Before you can grind back on him, Paul enters you swiftly.

“Oh, (Y/N)...” his voice was already fucked out, “So warm and wet for me.”

Whining as he fully enters you, his hardness hits the deepest part of you from this angle. Giving you practically zero time to adjust, Paul begins to thrust in and out at his leisure. You already feel your knees and elbows wanting to give out, but you don't want to be spanked, not yet.

“Good girl, such a good girl for me,” he emphasizes his praise by pulling you up by your collar, momentarily choking you.

“Yes, yes!”

The feeling of being choked like that was addicting, albeit painful. He continues to hold you up by the collar, and you feel it digging into your soft skin. Everything felt like it was on fire, and you loved it.

“My good girl loves her new collar, doesn’t she?”

Nodding ecstatically, you whine, “Yes, sir, I love it so much, please!”

You feel Paul laughing to himself as he continues to thrust into you, hitting your cervix hard and fast. He wasn’t going to last much longer, and neither were you.

“Gonna fill you up, make you feel so good,” You knew he was mostly talking to himself, but you still moaned at his dirty words. “My precious girl.”

“Please, I’m so close, sir, I need you!”

Desperation and the tight hold on your collar had your voice cracking, and you felt his thrusts stutter.

“Come for me, (Y/N), be good for me while I come inside you.”

Paul’s other hand moves down to quickly rub at your clit, and you felt that familiar knot come undone embarrassingly quickly, but you had no time to feel shame with him fucking you in earnest. Your whines and cries of his name could be heard from miles around, but there were much more important things at hand to worry about.

“Yes, yes, yes!” He thrusts a final time deep inside of you, choking you the hardest he has the whole time, “Make you mine, all mine…”

Paul lets you go suddenly, and you fall onto the bed as you feel his release spill inside of you. The sounds of panting and whimpering fill the room, coming equally from both of you. He slowly exits you, not without some discomfort.

“Thank you, Paul, for your gift,” you move onto your back, sweaty and smiling, “I think I really like it.”

“Anything for you, anything at all, my love.”

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"Get on your knees for me, sweetheart.”

You move to kneel in front of Burt, his legs spread in his office’s chair. Looking up at him with pleading eyes, he smiles.

“Do what you do best, and help me blow off some steam, yeah?”

Nodding, you start to unbuckle his brown slacks. His hardness was straining painfully against them, and he let out a sigh of relief once you revealed it to the cool air. Wasting no time, you kiss the tip gently.

“That’s right, such a pretty whore…”

The expletive falling from his parted lips was unfamiliar, but it caused that well-known warmth to grow between your legs. You whimper at this, and he cocks his head at you, a slight blush dusting across his cheeks.

“You… like that, (Y/N)? Being my good little whore?”

Licking up the side of his length, you grin widely, “I really do, Burt.”

Burt tentatively bites his lip before moving his hand to grip your hair, “Prove it then.”

You quickly move to suck on his tip, before dipping your head as far as it could go, just to show him how much of a good whore you could be. Bobbing up and down, you felt his grip pull you back off.

“No need to rush, doll. Take your time, like you always do. Such an eager slut, hm?”

Embarrassment threatens to take over you, but you quickly shake it away, giving him an innocent smile, “Of course, I just got so excited…”

Burt pouts his lips, feigning pity, “Poor girl, don’t let your enthusiasm go to waste. Back to it.”

He pushes you back onto his length, and you moan around it. Laying your tongue flat underneath it, and using your hands to reach what you couldn’t, you begin to properly suck him off. You knew just how to make him feel good, and that makes you feel good too, evidenced by the growing wetness in your panties.

Noticing your shifting thighs, he smiles through bated breath, “Good little slut, getting off on making me feel good…”

You nod to the best of your ability, still doing your best to pleasure him. He had such a long day at work, it was only fair of him to use your mouth to relax, right? Burt moans loudly as you suck him particularly hard, and you feel that go straight to your core. You love making him feel good in any way possible, he deserves it.

Reaching down to relieve some of your discomfort, he tuts, “Move your panties so I can see you touch yourself properly, (Y/N).”

Still sucking to the best of your ability, you open your legs wider and pull aside your panties, showing him just how drenched you were.

“Fuck, look at that…” Burt thrusts into your mouth suddenly as he sees your desire evident, “You’re so good for me.”

You separate your lips from his cock, a string of spit still connecting them, “Anything for you, baby. Wanna make you feel nice and good.”

He moans loudly at your words, and you can tell he’s close by the way he subconsciously thrusts into your hand. Not wanting to waste any possible drop, you move back to suck at his tip. You taste the beginnings of his orgasm and are desperate for more. Your fingers tease at your entrance.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this, (Y/N)... gonna come.”

As much as you wanted to continue the dirty talk, you were much more adamant about getting him off. Diving down further, you speed up your movements. Burt’s hips thrust into your mouth, and you begin to finger yourself with the same rhythm. You relax your jaw to the best of your ability as he bucks up, using your mouth like a toy.

“Dirty slut, letting me… use her mouth like this, God! Make you take it, swallow it all, better show me you swallowing, fuck–!”

You look up at him with tear-filled eyes, your lips feeling as though they would split from his girth. Burt watches your expression through his own pained one as he continues to fuck your mouth. Glancing down, he sees your fingers moving in and out of you at the same pace he set, and he practically melted.

With a final, stuttering thrust, practically slamming the back of your throat, you feel his release coat your mouth. You gather as much as you can without gagging on the sudden taste as he pulls out slowly from your mouth.

“Show me, show me, baby,” Burt pants from up above you, tilting your chin up towards him.

He spreads your lips apart, and you reveal his seed stagnant on your tongue, waiting for his command to swallow. You glance down at his twitching length, a dribble of come still at the tip. Without thinking, you dart to lick it properly clean. His choked moan sounded like heaven.

“Swallow it, please, baby.”

Smiling, you swallow with an audible gulp, much to his pleasure. Your breath was ragged, and so was his.

“My pretty little girl, treating me so well.”

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“Come on, just a little bit more for me, yeah?”

You moan incoherently as Donald fits the entirety of the 8-inch toy inside of you, biting his lip as he does so. He loved watching you like this, maybe even more than fucking you himself. There was something voyeuristic about it, something dirty he just couldn’t resist.

He groans as you grind yourself back onto the length, your eyes lidded as you watch his own arousal make itself known.

“You can take more, can’t you, baby?”

“I don’t… I don’t know, fuck, Don!”

Donald’s view was beautiful: your arched back, hands grasping the covers for any semblance of control, the way you open yourself up, just for him. Unbeknownst to you at this point, he’s slipped one of his calloused hands into his pants, palming himself as he thrusts the silicone into you.

“God, you’re perfect, aren’t you? Perfect little hole, so sexy…”

You moan desperately as he fucks into you deeply, the feeling of being used was almost overwhelming. Hearing the familiar sounds of him pleasuring himself, you turn your head to watch him.

“Let me, please, Don– I need you.”

Donald grins widely at your words but shakes his head, unrelenting in any of his actions, “Gonna make you cream all over this fake cock first. That’s why you bought it anyway, right?”

“No, no,” your head falls back onto the bed, the thrusts speeding up, “Just miss you when you’re on missions… need something to fill me up– ah!”

He hums from behind you, and you can tell his hand is fisting his length even harder, “That’s so fucking sexy, Jesus, (Y/N). Your fingers aren’t enough, you need something big like me?”

You nod shakily, feeling the tip of the toy hitting your cervix, “I do, I really do.”

Donald breathes heavily as he watches how your bark arches even further into his assisted touch, and you smile knowing how easily you can make him break just by existing. The filthy noises created by your separate but joined pleasures echoed throughout the bedroom, but you were far from aware of it.

His incessant strokes against your cervix begin to make you whine, you know you’ll feel the bruising for at least a couple of days after. Your body felt hot all over, the sweat causing all of you to glow in the dim lighting– like an angel if you asked Donald.

“So beautiful, gonna make me come,” his voice is dripping with want, “Don’t wanna come before you do, baby girl, please…”

You mewl at his words, hips swaying ever so slightly as you tighten around the toy, “Please, don’t stop, Don, fuck!”

“Never gonna stop, not ‘til you make a fucking mess.”

Donald’s ministrations never falter, and you feel that familiar knot inside of you threaten to unfurl at any given moment. Your ecstasy increases in volume, noise complaints completely out of the question, “Gonna fucking come, please, please!”

Your orgasm crashes over you quickly and suddenly, you can barely get your words out in time. His hands move faster, keeping rhythm with each other as he watches your body tremble and undulate as you let go. The groans and whines of the two of you create a chorus, and he quickly releases all over his hand, some hitting the back of your thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, (Y/N),” Donald chants your name like a mantra as he comes down slowly.

He watches your wetness drip down your body, meeting his own, and shuts his eyes tightly from the sheer erotic nature of the entire situation before him.

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“Come on, you can’t be tired already, (Y/N),” Jonathan’s words were distant as he held a small, barely buzzing vibrator against your clit, “You’ve only orgasmed 3 times if you’ve counted truthfully.”

You know he didn’t really expect you to respond in your condition, but you still tried with a broken whine.

For the past hour, Dr. Jonathan Crane has been teasing and playing with you, all while you’re strapped to your shared bed by the arms and legs. He loved seeing you like this, pliant and supine, as he always told you. A toy, a plaything he would experiment with various items and techniques on. You loved every second of it, even if it ended up in your being sore for a week straight.

He always took great care in helping you heal though, using the best methods available to heal your bruises or cuts. Jonathan wasn’t a cruel man, at least not to you. Hopelessly sadistic, yes; evil, no.

You clench weakly around the plug in your hole while he moves the overused toy away from your clit. Jonathan returns with a much longer vibrator, one that reaches the most delicious part inside of you. You bite your lip weakly as he prods it against your entrance– he hadn’t entered you once the entire evening, so this was a very welcome sensation. Your eyes, lidded, gaze at him as he analyzes each and every reaction you so lovingly gave him.

Jonathan’s expression was unreadable as he turned the toy to its lowest setting, even as your back arched instantaneously. The feeling of relief you felt as he entered you with the rather long vibrator was indescribable– it just felt right. The tremors it was creating within you, even at its lowest, were delicious and you couldn’t help but beg for more.

“Jonny, please…”

Even those two words were barely understood by him, but he got the message loud and clear, “There’s my good girl.”

He turns it up, per your vague request, and your eyes shut tightly at the sensations it was creating. You mewl at the pleasure as he thrusts it shallowly within you, not yet reaching the area it was built to.

“You look perfect like this, (Y/N),” Jonathan hums, cocking his head as the toy hits a particularly pleasurable spot inside of you. “All fucked out of your mind.”

Nodding mindlessly, you try your best to angle your hips so it can that familiar spot again and again, and he allows you to do so. His movements were calculated, compiled from months of studying your body and its various reactions to his touch– he knew how to make you fall apart and was, thus, addicted to it.

The toy rubs against that part inside of you, and Jonathan moves it to practically bruise your soft walls. You thrash against the restraints, something you’ve done enough in the past hour to redden your ankles and wrists– you were close again.

“Jon– fuck– ‘m close, please, God!”

He laughs at your high-pitched plea and it only makes you whine further into the pleasure, “I haven’t even changed the setting, dear. Are you really that sensitive now?”

As if on command, he ups the vibrations by one, and you feel your mind go white as your entire body spasms– as much as it can, with the restraints. The orgasm overtook you like no other, it was beyond painful but you couldn’t help but moan the loudest you had that night.

Your eyes were shut the whole time, but you knew Jonathan’s eyes were nowhere else but on you. As you ride out the final sparks of your release, he slowly moves the vibrator out of you, and onto your clit. You choke on a gasp at the stimulation– it was searing hot, on the cusp of being too much. The noises you made were unintelligible, even you didn’t know what you were saying, but it was mostly a flurry of curses.

Jonathan cooed at you as he lowered the setting back down to a base level, “Come on, you can do it for me again, can’t you? Don’t you want to be a good girl?”

There was really no choice in the matter, you were already orgasming again by the end of his sentence. Your release was the biggest yet– it wettened not only the bedspread beneath your thighs but the front of Jonathan’s shirt. You were beyond inebriated from the pleasure, only sobering when he removed both the vibrator and the plug in your ass– slowly, so as to not cause any more harm, but you still whined beyond belief.

Your eyes squint open, gazing upon the heavily breathing man before you. His eyes glinted with something you hadn’t seen outside of his place of work: a very specific kind of sadistic pleasure, only dampened by some sense of satisfaction.

“My perfect little one,” Jonathan moves to crawl on top of you, unzipping his pants quickly, “You’re gonna be good for me, right?”

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“Oh, look at that…”

Eli smiles with faux innocence as he gazes upon your sleeping form, donned in a thin nightgown for the hot summer nights. He had been late coming home, he could tell you tried your best to stay up for him– you weren’t even under the sheets, much less using a pillow. Curled up like a puppy, he thought.

The two of you had been married for only a week now, but churchly duties come first before any such… husbandly ones. Eli was saving that very duty for you tonight but of course, there was always a barrage of holy questions when he’d rather do anything else.

He rids himself of his shoes and unbuttons his shirt before kneeling next to your resting face, “Let me see your beautiful eyes, (Y/N).”

You stir, only waking as he squeezes your arm slightly. Eli grins as you squint sleepily at him and your smile grows, “Good morning…”

“Not quite, my love,” he gets up onto the bed, hovering over you. “I just wanted to see my pretty wife.”

Eli traces your cheek with a cold finger, and you shiver as you almost fully wake up, “I wanted to stay up for you, I wanted… tonight to be the night.”

His eyes widen, but his expression quickly turns to one of pure warmth, “I… have to admit, that was my true intention for waking you.”

You grin and pull him down by the collar to kiss him sweetly. He laughs into the embrace, but his hands begin to wander to caress your arms– rather roughly. It isn’t unwelcome in the slightest, you felt just as eager to ‘consummate your holy matrimony–’ that was Eli’s way of skirting around the subject, using the more flowery language to describe it. You would prefer ‘making love’ or, when in the proper mood, ‘fuck,’ but he’d have none of that as a man of God.

“I need you,” his hot breath tickles your ear as he makes his way to kiss gently at your neck, “Desperately, my love. May I?”

“Please, Eli.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice as he unceremoniously crawls off of you to rid himself of the rest of his clothing– he needs to be one with you, no manmade barriers would come between your embrace. You follow quickly, only needing to pull your white nightgown over your head and toss it onto the floor.

This wasn’t the first time he had seen your bare self, but this time, Eli practically jumped you once he saw your breasts, “Beautiful, so beautiful.”

You look down at his hardness grinding against you as he explores your body, and mewl at the idea of it being inside of you, “Please… get on with it, I can’t wait.”

“Just let me do this first, love.”

Eli leans down to lick at your breasts, nipping ever so lightly on their curves. You mewl at the time he takes with each of them, memorizing every aspect of them, lest he forget. His other hand kneads the other as he bites gently around your nipple– it feels amazing. Eli’s length continues to rock against your thigh, and you try your best to maneuver it closer to your own arousal.

His tongue flits over your hardened nipples one last time before he moves up to kiss your lips again, “Are you… ready?”

You nod rather quickly, the promise of pleasure after all these years of pining clouding whatever shame you could have possibly felt at this moment. The nervousness inside of you dulls when you see Eli smile as he kneels before your entrance– you feel loved and desired. You could see his hands shaking slightly when he positioned himself in front of you, the tip of his length so close, yet so far.

“I’m ready, Eli.”

He nods, trying to rid himself of any fears he may be holding onto. He pushes inside you, the wetness of your arousal only doing so much to lessen the stretch. You watch as his entirety fits inside of you– it is hypnotic as much as it is painful. A moan erupts from your throat as he’s sheathed to the hilt, Eli’s breathing ragged as ever.

“You’re so…” His eyes are shut tightly, “Warm, and tight, my love.”

Your hips move on their own, desperate to feel more of him. He begins to move slowly, in and out, little moans escaping his throat with even the most minor of movements. You spread your legs even further, wrapping them around his body– that’s when Eli’s eyes finally open to gaze upon the woman he married. His thrusts increase in pace as you meet his gaze, your blown-out bedroom eyes meeting his practically crazed ones.

“Oh, God,” Eli cries out as you clench down, “I don’t, oh– I don’t know if I’ll last.”

A part of you didn’t want him to. “It’s okay, it’s okay…”

Your gentle voice elicits a pathetic moan to crack out from his throat, and his head lolls back as he chases his promised pleasure. You move your hand down to rub at your unattended clit, wanting to see him fall apart– all because of you. Who could resist such a delectable power play?

Eli stutters in his movements, his expression looking almost pained– he was close, and you wanted him inside.

“Come on, come inside of me, love…”

His eyes shut yet again as he lets out a rather high-pitched moan as he releases inside of you– the warmth of it only encouraging you to get off quicker. You feel your peak approaching as you watch his chest, glistening with sweat, rise and fall rapidly. Eli watches with nothing but love in his eyes as you whimper into your orgasm.

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It’s closing time at Gumshoe Video– the doors are locked, lights are dimmed, and you’ve just finished organizing the entire experimental section alphabetically. Your eyes wander as you stretch your aching arms to the sofa where Neil has sitting for the last half hour watching some shit horror movie– leaving you to close up. He’s lucky that you’re his girlfriend, otherwise, you would’ve smacked him upside the head. Well, you still could.

You approach him from behind, capitalizing on his attention being solely on the cheesy gore, and cover his eyes.

“Hmm, I wonder who that could be,” Neil isn’t surprised in the slightest by your antics. “Is it my cardboard cutout of Marlene Dietrich that’s come to life to finally kiss me back?”

“Ew, back?!” You yank your hands away from his eyes as he chuckles. “So that’s why there’s lipstick all over it, I guess.”

“Jesus, where’d I even get lipstick, babe?” He doesn’t deny him kissing the cutout.

“I know about your secret stash,” you walk around the sofa, and hop onto his lap suddenly, “You have many a dirty secret, don’t you, Neil?”

He smiles cockily as he runs his hands up your sides, and hums, “That’s up to you to find out, isn’t it?”

You roll your eyes and kiss him sweetly on the lips, your hands resting on his shoulders. He laughs into the kiss, and his hands continue to wander all over your body. Neil dips his hands under your shirt, feeling the cool skin of your stomach, causing you to shiver. You grind down subconsciously onto his lap, and he groans when he goes to take a breath.

He rolled his hips up to meet yours, the thick denim only dampening whatever pleasure he could be getting– but for you, it felt heavenly. You moan suddenly as the fabric rubs against your covered clit– digging your nails into his shoulders.

“Fuck, I want you, (Y/N)...” Neil mouths against your neck as you rock against him.

“I…” You crane your neck so he can kiss even more of it, “I want it like this.”

A loud moan escapes Neil’s throat as your words reach his ears– the idea of this has always aroused him to an embarrassing level. You giggle at how easy he is and continue to move against his growing hardness. His hands reach to your chest as he nips at your neck– you feel him everywhere and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Your breath grows ragged as you continue to hump against him, “Oh, it feels so good, Neil…”

“God, I know, fuck,” his head lolls back, eyes shut tight, “Don’t fucking stop.”

His hands come to grip your hips, not controlling your movements but simply going along with them. Neil is fully hard at this point, straining against the denim as you move relentlessly– the pleasure seeming palpable at this point. All you wanted was to chase your pleasure at this point, the harsh fabric almost painful against your arousal.

He couldn’t care less if you used him like this, it was beyond hot in his eyes– a sexy girl falling apart on top of you, and you don’t even have to put in any work? A lazy man’s dream, perfect for Neil.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, causing him to groan desperately– needing more of your touch. You grin wildly at this, the speed at which you move increasing exponentially. His eyes crack open to your barely bitten-back moans, signaling your closeness.

“Come on, (Y/N), make yourself come like this,” Neil’s own nails, despite their dullness, dig into your hips perfectly as you tighten your own grip. “I know you can, please…”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Your hips stutter against his lap, your neediness evident by the wet spot he begins to feel bleed onto his skin. He bites his lip as he watches you throw your head back, unashamed of the noises that could be heard by any passerby. Neil loved watching you like this– why would Lucien ever suggest stocking pornos when he’s got you?

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“You look so beautiful like this, (Y/N).”

Jay ties the final knot on the rope, tightening it to your shared liking. You gaze into the mirror behind him, seeing how the rope zigzags across your chest and abdomen all the way to your thighs– you would’ve appreciated the artistry of his work more if you weren’t preoccupied with the delicious feeling of it digging into your skin. The idea of the marks being left on your body for days to come was simply too erotic to ignore.

He had floated the idea of bondage to you fairly early on in the relationship, as you had both been very open about your sexual interests, no matter how taboo they could come across. Your thighs would squeeze anytime he would show you examples of various types, especially the art of shibari. The moment you whispered into his ear that you wanted him to do that to you, he practically threw you onto the bed– rope in tow.

You were truly restrained: the gorgeous zigzag pattern Jay had done to your chest looped around to restrain your arms at the back, and your thighs had been tied to your ankles– there was no maneuvering possible.

“How does it feel, love?” He traces his fingers over the various knots he had done.

“Weird… but comforting,” you test the rope, seeing how much you can actually move– it wasn’t a lot.

Jay grins, his excitement evident as his tracing makes its way down to your mound, “So damn pretty.”

You shiver as he spreads you open, the cool air hitting your arousal. His index finger enters you slowly, just to collect your wetness from inside. You moan gently, legs spreading wider, inviting him in further. Jay pulls his finger out to taste, humming all the while. He shuffles down the bed until he is face to face with your warmth. As his tongue flattens against you, a whimper escapes your throat– you so desperately want to rake your fingers through his hair, like you always do.

Instead, he’s able to take his time with you, savoring the tastes and each quiver of your thighs. His hands grip the rope around your legs, tugging to have it dig even further into your flesh– the balance of pain and pleasure from his actions is almost too much.

Jay begins to suck at your clit gently, humming into you– the slight vibrations increased by the inability to properly grind against his mouth. As soon as you fall into the rhythm of it, he moves away from your arousal– leaning back on his ankles to unzip his pants.

You meet his gaze as he leans on top of you, his hardness already leaking from the tip just seeing you like this– like a present for him to unwrap if he so chooses.

“Beg for it.”

Those three simple words have your brain flooding with endorphins almost instantly, “Please, Jay… I need you– badly.”

He rolls his eyes with a smile on his face, “Come on, we both know you can do better than that.”

You try to lean up to kiss him, but his hand pushes you back down to the duvet, “God, please, Jay. I need… I need your cock, please.”

He hums, taking the time to roughly fondle your tied-up breasts as he ‘thinks,’ “Your wish is my command, love.”

Placing a kiss on your forehead, he moves back to kneel at your entrance, length in his hand. Jay guides it inside, slowly– but as impatient as you are, your hips still try to meet him in the middle. His rough hands quickly grip where your thighs are tied up, holding you back from moving.

“Be still and good for me, or I’m not fucking you.”

You nod, and he fully sits himself inside of you. You expect him to thrust in and out of his own accord, but instead, he uses the rope to maneuver your hips and legs in such a way that you have no choice but to fuck yourself on him, in a way– like a toy. Your moans grow as he uses you like this, and so do his.

“God, you’re a good little fucktoy, aren’t you, baby?” He groans, moving on his hands to rub at your clit. “Just letting me use you like this…”

“Yes, fuck– Jay!”

You whine especially loud when he pinches your clit, the pain searing hot.

“Toys don’t fucking talk.”

His movements increase in speed as he now begins to thrust properly into you, gripping your hips for purchase. Jay chases his own pleasure but still rubs your clit as you cannot– he wasn’t entirely selfish. You can tell how much he loves this from the way his hair sticks to his forehead, and how his mouth is slightly agape– causing his moans to be loud and clear.

“Gonna come inside,” you mewl as you feel your own release coming on as well. “God, (Y/N), you’re so damn tight!”

You thrash against the restraints, your tender skin only becoming more so. He thrusts inside of you hard, and deep, and you hear that familiar cracked whine emanate from his throat– he came. Jay doesn’t stop using you, however, and overstimulates himself just to make you orgasm.

“Come for me, please, baby…”

His perfect rhythm circling your clit has that knot inside of you unfurl at rapid speed, especially knowing how desperate he is for you to come. You release with a cry, your body unable to do exactly what it wants in order to come like it usually does– but this simply adds a whole new layer of pleasure to the ordeal.

The two of you catch your breath, heaving and sweating against each other as he exits your body with a sigh.

“You did so damn good, (Y/N).”

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Jonathan tightens the restraints on his legs as he lays on the examination table, leaving his arms free. It was past the busy hours at Arkham Asylum, a time when he would do some of his most fulfilling work. He had just finished tweaking his various experimental versions of his tried and true fear toxin, but he needed to be sure it was exactly as he wanted it.

He never had any qualms about testing these serums on himself– no, that wouldn’t be fair to his many less-than-willing participants if he didn’t sample the wares every now and then. That’s how Jonathan rationalized it in his head, at least.

His breath catches in his throat as he takes the syringe from the medical instrument cart, the green liquid he was oh so familiar with causing him to suddenly hesitate– Jonathan had never taken it in such a concentrated form, only using the gas on himself. However, this was something he wanted– no, needed to do, right?

Taking the syringe in his hand, forefingers on the plunger, he rids the needle of its protective cap. He sighs as he injects the serum into his median cubital vein, Jonathan had no need for a tourniquet– he wasn’t a fussy child getting his chickenpox jab. He feels the cool liquid enter his vascular system, effects only taking seconds to make themselves known.

He flings the syringe across the room, the glass shattering against the wall as the darkness inherent to nightfall creates shapes of his traumatic past. He laughs, shutting his eyes, allowing himself to feel that irresistible feeling of true terror. There was a flurry of chemicals entering and exiting his system: adrenaline, cortisol, oxytocin, serotonin… not to mention his own concoction causing all of these to mingle beautifully.

“Oh, God…”

Jonathan’s eyes opened slowly to the shapes creeping even closer to him, and he couldn’t help but feel his slacks tightening– the real reason he so desperately bid his time until the late hours at Arkham. His body is covered in goosebumps as the shadows gather at his restraints, causing him to thrash subconsciously– he only gets harder.

His hips thrust against nothing as hallucinations fill his mind as well as his sight, even coming close to auditory. Whispers of things long hidden tickle at his ears, making his hair stand on end. Jonathan leans into the unreal touch, desperate for more of these unique sensations. He reaches down to haphazardly unzip and unbutton his pants, releasing his arousal to the sterile air of the examination room.

He hisses when his fingers wrap roughly around it, the voices seeming to laugh at his taboo reaction– it only spurs him on. Jonathan sets a rough pace for himself, he didn’t want it sweet or gentle– he didn’t deserve that. He was a sick son of a bitch, getting off where he’d tortured so many people. He fucking loved it.

The lack of lubrication as he jacked himself off was painful, but it was just how he was going to do it. His eyes glaze over as bits of pre-cum lessen the harshness, making it more bearable– maybe he could last? The thought goes out the window as he sees indescribable hallucinations wrapping themselves around his legs as well as his abdomen, tendrils of pure dark digging into his skin.

They make him want to spread his legs further, as opposed to closing them shut like a normal person. He was far from that. Jonathan moans loudly as his fingers swipe over his reddened tip, the sensitivity making his back arch. He squeezes his eyes shut as his fist tightens around himself, he’s oh so close.

Jonathan’s eyes focus on a specific visual hallucination creeping into his peripheral, its glowing eyes piercing into the depths of his psyche. He watches its hand make its way to wrap around his throat, cutting off his oxygen flow– despite it not being real.

That was enough to send him flying over the edge– his movements became sloppy and uncalculated as ropes of his desire landed all over the restraints, as well as his slacks. The creature of his mind’s creation did not relent, only softening its grip enough to let him catch a tiny breath now and then. Jonathan continued to milk himself for all he’s got– not planning on stopping until the toxin was fully flushed from his system.

How long would that be– maybe an hour or so?

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“Got the snacks ready?” Neil pulls into the parking space, trailers still playing on the gigantic drive-in screen.

You nod, grinning widely, “Yup, we got some Sno-Caps, Twizzlers, Milk Duds… and Raisinets!”

His face contorted to one of disgust, “Jesus, you actually like Raisinets? I thought that was just for like, old people, or whatever.”

“Man, come on, they’re really good!” You pout, and push one against his tightly closed lips, “Just try one, for me?”

Shaking his head quickly, Neil leans as far away as he can from you, still being in the seat next to you. He speaks through his closed lips to the best of his ability, “Get that shit away from me, heathen!”

You manage to sneak it in while he calls you a heathen, and he spits it out at your face, hitting your cheek, “Ew, ew, ew! Neil, you just fucking spat on me!”

He cocks an eyebrow, smirking, “You’ve had things a lot worse than that on your face, (Y/N).”

Rolling your eyes, you begin to retort, but the screen begins to dim, “This movie better be good, tickets were way too expensive for a dingy ass drive-in like this…”

Neil jokingly flicks your forehead, “Shush! Don’t insult this place of honor.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you kiss him on the cheek quickly, “Pass me the popcorn.”

The two of you snapped up the opportunity to watch the 1930s horror film Condemned To Live in a genuine restored drive-in theater. Restored was a strong word, the parking lot was full of barely trimmed weeds, and the quality of the food trucks surrounding it was subpar. The screen was falling apart, the whole shebang.

You prayed the movie would be the saving grace of your evening, but it turns out it was the cherry on top. It was dreary at best, suicide-inducing at its worst.

Neil looked as if he was enjoying it, but you mustered up something he might enjoy more. You sneak your hand onto his thigh, gently tracing shapes into it. He didn’t seem to notice your fingers moving their way up, or maybe he was playing along.

Biting your lip, you ghost your hand over Neil’s somewhat tightening jeans, and his hand stops you, “What do you think you’re playing at, babe?”

Smiling rather innocently, you whisper, “Oh, nothing in particular. Movie’s just a bit… dry, is all.”

“Well, I find it to be rather exciting, so you better keep quiet.”

He didn’t tell you to stop, so you take that as a good sign. Beginning to unbutton and unzip his slacks, you hear his breath catch. Your hand slips into his checkered briefs– how cartoonish– and you feel just how hard Neil is.

Teasing him for it would be so easy, but you don’t wanna interrupt his enjoyment of the movie. Leaning your head down, you kiss his tip gently. Neil’s thighs shuffle in the sudden discomfort of his car’s seat, but he doesn’t stop you or urge you on.

You bob your head down suddenly, take as much of his length into your mouth as you can, and your hand reaches what you can’t. His hand quickly comes down to hold your head, practically petting your hair.

“God, your mouth…”

“Keep watching the movie, big boy. Thought you liked it?”

Neil groans as you move up and down his length again, and you smile at the noise. He was so easy, and you ate it up. Your other hand that wasn’t gripping his dick like it was a lifeline moves down to cup him, and his hips thrust up.

You choke, but laugh at his desperation, “Easy, now.”

His eyes roll, but his impatience fades when you lean down to suck at his balls especially hard. Your tongue passed over them incessantly, and his little moans were almost loud enough to alert anyone else in the drive-in.

“Stay quiet for me, come on.”

Neil pulls your head back up by the hair, motioning you to suck him off again, “Please, (Y/N).”

You oblige, but not without giving him a quick squint. You want him to come in your mouth as soon as possible, the movie’s dialogue was making you feel murderous. Working hard, you flatten your tongue and suck at his tip, feeling his hips twitching at every tiny ministration.

“So close, come on, come on, please!”

It took everything not to mock Neil for being so eager, but you were a bit preoccupied with him beginning to fuck your mouth. Relaxing your jaw, and letting him use your mouth like a toy, he quickly stutters into your mouth, releasing down your throat.

In any other situation, you would’ve spat it out, but this time, you decided to show him you swallowing. Neil’s eyes widen, even in his lethargic state, and his mouth falls open in a whine, “God, you’re sexy, (Y/N).”

You kiss him harshly, the taste of his release still on your tongue. Unexpectedly, he starts to suck on your tongue, and you smile widely into the kiss.

“Did you even like the movie, Neil?”

“Fuck, no,” he bites at your bottom lip, “Was hoping you’d find a way to make it enjoyable, and you delivered.”

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You lay on the cushions lining the interior of the VW bus, the plush fabric like a cocoon as you wait for the effects of the tab to kick in. You had only met these two individuals about ten minutes ago– stumbling by their open doors on your way to the next bonfire.

“Take a ride to here and now, little lamb.”

His words were like honey, and how could you resist those permanent bedroom eyes?

“Let’s listen to some of our own sounds, dove.”

Her voice was like a birdsong, her presence creating warmth in every touch she gave you. The faint crackling of the radio eased you in, the psychedelic tunes creating the perfect environment for the predicament you’re currently in. The two hippies were lying on either side of you, feeling their own sense of bliss you were inexperienced in.

“You sure that was acid?” you pause, eyes darting around, “I didn't really taste any…”

The man leans closer to you, laying his head on your shoulder, “Just takes a while, let it happen.”

As soon as he draws soothing shapes on your stomach, it seems like the entire bus lights up with beautiful colors– the art painted on the ceiling looks impossibly vibrant. The hitch in your breath due to this is caught by both of your newfound friends, and the girl joins you as well, petting your hair.

“How does it feel?” She whispers in your ear, the hot air causing goosebumps to rise on your neck.

“Beautiful,” you sigh leaning into their embrace, “It’s so beautiful, I don’t… I don’t know what to do.”

The man hums gently, moving his hand down your stomach, tracing your pants’ waistband, “We can help, we’ll make you feel even more beautiful.”

“Let us take care of you, make you feel good,” she pulls your hair away from your face and leaves a soft kiss on your cheek.

Your entire body feels so deliciously warm, your mouth slightly agape– an invitation for the man to kiss you on the lips as his warm fingers dance upon your still-clothed arousal. You moan into the kiss, and you feel the woman whispering sweet things– you can’t understand a word as he finally dips his hand into your underwear. The feeling was indescribable, and your eyes shot open from the pure ecstasy already being experienced.

“It feels so nice, doesn’t it, dove?” She licks the shell of your ear sweetly.

He separates from the kiss to look into your eyes deeply, both of you succumbing to the high of it all. You nod in response to her question, but lose yourself in his gaze, “I feel… hot.”

“Let’s help with that,” the woman takes her own top off– she’s without a bra, of course– and begins to take your top off as well. The man pulls your pants down slowly, the two of you savoring each sensation that was so intensified by the acid. He takes off his shirt, and before you know it, all of you are as naked as the days you were born– it felt right, somehow.

You didn’t feel uncomfortable in the slightest, not when both of them looked at you with the same childlike wonder they seemed to feel for everything. In this moment, you were the planet these two moons were drawn to, and it felt amazing.

The man caresses your thighs as he moves down your body, coming to kneel in between your legs– while the woman continues to stay next to you, her chest in your face as she runs her hands through your hair hypnotically. You look up at her, your eyes seeming to communicate all the desire that ran through your head– and she nods. Smiling, you move to lick at her breasts, circling around her nipples gently. She mewls into your touch, continuing to rake her fingers through your hair.

“You’re so good, dove… don’t stop.” That was the last thing you wanted to do at this moment.

As you’re preoccupied with pleasuring this angelic woman before you, the man kisses your mound– taking in your scent. You sigh happily as he laps at your clit sweetly, the feeling was electric. He spreads you open with his fingers as he continues to lick, and teases at your entrance– all of your moans are muffled by her soft skin you continue to nip at.

“Taste so good, baby.”

He smiles at your dazed expression as he enters you with two fingers, curling softly inside. You separate only momentarily to choke out a moan, much to the delight of the both of them.

“You make such pretty noises for us,” the woman leans down, her face in front of yours, “Our own little festival right here…”

Her delicate fingers trace circles around your chest, leaving goosebumps in her wake. She kisses you deeply, moaning just as much as you do when he speeds up his movements– it’s as if the pleasure was shared by everyone in the van. Your eyes, despite their being shut, see spirals of color as you realize the knot long inside of you is unfurling rapidly.

“Gonna come,” you whimper into her mouth, glancing down at the man sucking at your clit with an intensity like no other. “Please, oh, God–!”

Neither of them stops their respective ministrations, and she whispers sweet nothings into your ear hotly as you orgasm with a whine like no other. You felt like you were entangled in pure warmth– you could swear sparks were flying off of you as your body spasmed.

His fingers exit you slowly so as to not overstimulate you too much, and he leans his body over yours. The woman kisses your forehead and kisses the man atop you. You watched them with pure wonder in your eyes– they had to be angels of some sort with those auras about them. He looks down at you with an expression of pure adoration, his nose brushing against your own.

“May I have your blessing, little lamb?”

You look up at him, eyes still somewhat glazed over, “Blessing for what?”

He chuckles softly, moving to whisper in your ear, “To make love to you.”

Your gasp reaches both of them, and they continue to smile as you nod vehemently, “Please.”

He runs his hands up your sides, motioning for you to sit up with him. You do so in what seems like slow motion, or maybe like moving in jello. The woman’s arms come from behind you to caress your chest as you watch him pat his crossed legs– his arousal very much evident. She helps you make your way to him, and sink slowly onto his length.

Your eyes roll back as you are filled to the hilt, the warmth of their bodies pressed against you on either side was almost too much. He looks up at you and moans as you involuntarily squeeze around him. The woman continues to rake her hands all over your torso– you feel her breasts pressing against your back. The position was beyond intimate– you were sandwiched between two lovers who decided to take you in as their own. You begin to slowly grind against him, your breath ragged.

“It feels– oh!” You cry out as the sensations overwhelm you, “Oh, it’s too much!”

The woman shushes you sweetly, laying her head on your shoulder, “Just breathe, just breathe…”

You whimper still but continue trying to chase that pleasure. He sighs deeply as you clench around him– you’re entranced by how his eyes flutter in reaction.

“Don’t be afraid,” he leans his forehead against your own, his sandalwood scent permeating your senses. “Let yourself feel it all.”

This spurs you on even more, and you begin to properly ride him. You felt their hands all over you, encouraging you to give in to the sensations. He leans over your shoulder to meet his partner in a kiss, and that causes you to moan even louder. You lean onto his shoulder for purchase as you continuously sink down onto him, eager for more. You bite at the soft skin lightly, causing his back to arch into your touch.

The two of them separate, and just as quickly go to kiss and touch all over your body again.

“I’m close,” you whisper into his shoulder, “I’m so close, fuck!”

Your body is impossibly warm at this point as the woman scratches down your chest softly, enough to make you tingle. The man begins to meet your movements, and you cry out yet again.

“So good, baby,” his Adam’s apple bobs as he lets out a groan.

The couple’s hands both hold your hips, guiding you in every thrust. You can’t help but smile as your release shakes your entire body, his hardness inside of you twitching. Your riding doesn’t stop until your legs give out from underneath you, and you’re only slightly aware of his release inside of you.

You feel yourself being lifted off of his length slowly, and being laid on the soft blankets & pillows strewn across the interior of the van. Their hands stroke your hair and your stomach as you feel your heartbeat slowing– the pleasure in your core still reeling.

“Did so good for us, dove,” she whispers as she kisses your head.

He lays next to you, as does she, and puts his head atop your bare chest, “Our little lamb…”

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You lay splayed against Edward’s bed– face down, ass up– with him relentlessly thrusting into you.

“Yeah, you fucking like that, don’t you? Feel you all tight around my cock, look at that…”

He wasn’t talking to you persay, he was narrating for all the viewers at home. Edward had a semi-large following in Gotham due to… reasons you couldn’t exactly divulge to your friends. Donned in his green outfit, saran wrap and all, he was currently livestreaming to a steadily growing 250 of his followers his view. He was always the exhibitionist, but he mostly wanted to prove just how powerful he was.

He grabs you by the hair, showing his followers your blindfolded and duct-taped face– all for anonymity, of course, no other reason. Your muffled moans echoed throughout his apartment, and Edward laughed almost maniacally.

“You guys hear that at home? Such a fucking slut I have right here… getting off on all this.”

He forces your head to nod, not like you disagreed anyway. Keeping your head up, he moves the camera away to show as much of the scene as he can: your positioning, his outfit, and his foggy glasses. Your eyes roll back as Edward shoves your head back down into the sheets, the dominance he exudes in this persona is overpowering.

“Oh, baby, guess what? My followers love you,” he practically giggles, his thrusts speeding up. “Well, your cute little pussy, but isn’t that all you are for me anyways?”

You mewl at his words and how his hips stutter when he says them. Edward was beyond close, and you knew he was gonna come on you somewhere– he had to make a spectacle for his adoring fans, didn’t he?

“Knew you’d like that, God, fuck– keep squeezing on me like that, come all over my dick…”

He has you wrapped around his finger, and you feel that familiar unfurling as he commands you to. The duct tape comes partially undone from your mouth, allowing you to breathe freely.

“Fuck, Riddler!”

Edward shudders with a cracked moan as you utter his persona’s name when you come– it was like a dream come true. He quickly pulls out of you and jacks off quickly against your back.

“Gonna come all over you, make you mine–!”

You feel the ropes of his arousal hitting your back suddenly as he moans rather pathetically, the phone’s camera pointed at it the entire time. Edward breathes heavily as the last of his orgasm lands on you, the sight horribly erotic.

He pans the camera toward his masked face, glasses still fogged up, “Thank you all for watching, see you soon!”

Edward’s oddly cheery send-off has you giggling despite the duct tape barrier. You feel his hands begin to caress your behind– the Riddler no longer upfront.

“You okay, baby? Did I go too hard, or–”

Shaking your head, you rip off the duct tape harshly, trying not to wince, “It was… absolutely perfect, Eddie. Thank you.”

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“Lay down for me, sweetheart.”

Thomas undoes the topmost buttons of his shirt, cigarette hanging rather daintily from his lips as he watches you lay your bare self on your shared bed. You lay on your stomach, of course, as he’s holding that very familiar paddle of his. You crane your head to watch his movements, waiting for another command.

“You’re a very good girl, you know that,” he leans over you, the cherry of his cigarette glowing in the darkness, “But sometimes even good girls need their… discipline, eh?”

Nodding, you shuffle your hips in anticipation of your aforementioned discipline, “Of course, sir.”

Thomas smiles at your eagerness, he loved seeing you so perfectly masochistic– a match made in heaven with his insatiable sadistic tendencies. He puts out his cigarette in the ornate ashtray of your nightstand, all while tracing the back of your thighs with the wooden paddle. You tremble in anticipation, he was never the type to warn you before striking.

Abruptly pulling you from your very much related thoughts, Thomas brought the wooden tool down to where your thigh met your bottom– eliciting a loud yelp from you. He hums as he caresses the area with his non-dominant hand.

Landing another strike against your other thigh, your back arches into it slightly, but enough for him to notice– and chastise you.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, doll?”

Thomas laughs deeply, not giving you time to answer as the paddle lands again, and again on your ass. You can’t hold back your moans, but he doesn’t seem to mind as you whimper pathetically against the sheets. You hear his labored breathing from above you but don’t dare to look for fear of more of his discipline.

“My good little girl,” Thomas places the paddle beside your hips, “Always do so well when I ask you to…”

You nod, mostly to yourself, as he kneels to face your neglected arousal. He spreads your legs open further, and you whine as he licks a stripe, collecting as much of your wetness as he can.

“Taste fucking amazing, God.”

He didn’t take his time for your sake, Thomas knew you needed release after that. You mewl as he enters you with his tongue, his hands grabbing at your already aching behind. Grinding against his touch, his chin rubbing against your clit– you felt terribly close.

“Sir, I’m, oh–!”

Thomas replaces his tongue swiftly with two of his thick fingers, chuckling at your cut-off sentence, “I know you’re close, love, don’t worry. I’ll take care of ya.”

He leans back in to lick at your clit– gently, despite the way he was so roughly fucking into you. You shake as his fingers curl inside of you, the angle making it feel so much more deep than you’re used to. Thomas begins to suck at your clit harshly, the painful pleasure of it causing you to fall apart at his whim.

You ride out your orgasm on his face– he was grateful enough to not ruin your orgasm due to your desperation. Your little whimpers and cries are like music to his ears as he continues to lick at you, even after removing his fingers from your still-tight entrance.

“So fucking good, my (Y/N)...”

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Louis stands before you, donned in that red polka-dotted slip she bought just for tonight. She looks down at her feet, swaying slightly as she avoids making any eye contact with you, “What do you think?”

You walk up to her, and raise Louis’ head up by the chin, “You look absolutely beautiful, my love. This color suits you so well…”

She bites her lip, smiling as you run your hands up and down her sides, “Do you really think so? It’s a bit short…”

“Never too short, not for me,” you grin as you sneak your hands underneath the thin fabric, tracing shapes on her chest. Louis giggles quietly, trying to stifle a moan as you start to mouth against her covered breast.

“Such a pretty girl for me, so perfect…”

Your tongue darts out, the fabric only doing so much to dull the sensations you were giving her– she was always partial to touch like this. You place a kiss upon it before you guide her back to the bed, laying Louis down. The fabric bunches up and reveals the matching panties, and you bite your lip.

“My God, Louis,” you crawl over to her, kneeling before her open legs, “You pulled out all the stops, didn’t you?”

She nods sweetly as you knead at her thighs, “Just for you, (Y/N). I remembered how much you liked stuff like this…”

“Doll, I can’t help but like it when you look so damn good in it,” you ghost your fingers over her hardening arousal, straining against the tiny piece of fabric. Louis’ hips buck up, desperate for your attention.

“Gonna make you feel so fucking good, Louis, baby…”

She mewls when you wetly kiss her covered tip before peeling the panties off of her legs, “Please, fuck–!”

You quickly suck on her tip as soon as it bobs up against her stomach– your shared eagerness was almost palpable. Louis chokes out a moan as your hand explores the rest of her length, tightening at all the right moments. You look up at her with innocent eyes as she rakes her fingers through your hair, smiling down at you with a ragged breath.

“Taste amazing, God,” you catch your breath, jacking her off slowly as you slip your tongue over her slit incessantly. “Want you in my mouth all the time, baby.”

Her eyebrows furrow as you speak, the little whimpers escaping her throat only increasing in volume, “Fuck, don’t stop, (Y/N), please!”

You smile widely before fitting even more of her into your mouth, gagging ever so slightly as you reach the hilt– your nose brushing against her. Your hand reaches under to tease at her entrance, her back arching into the delicate touch. Quickly wettening it with your spit, you slip it inside with relative ease as you return to deepthroating her eagerly.

“Oh– oh my God, fuck!”

Louis brings a hand to cover her mouth as you finger her slowly, opening her up to this new sense of pleasure. You try your best to maintain eye contact with her as you curl your finger inside, even as her eyes roll back with a whine. She was beyond close.

“Don’t stop, oh my God…!”

You keep at the pace you’ve set and begin to insert one more finger, wanting to see how much she can take. She whines again, stuttering in her movements as she almost immediately releases into your mouth– catching you off-guard. You swallow her arousal as you slowly remove your fingers from her, not wanting to overstimulate Louis too much.

She watches as you swallow and whimpers at the intimate gesture– her eyes beckon you to come up on the bed with her.

“Did so good for me, Louis, baby,” you crawl onto the bed beside her, stroking her hair once you lay down. “I love you so much.”

“I love you more than words can say, (Y/N).”

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“Fuck… look at the mess you made, baby.”

Joby unashamedly sticks his fingers into your already-used hole to collect his release as it slowly drips out of you. A cry escapes your throat as the oversensitivity he himself caused shoots jolts of electricity all through your body.

“God, Joby!”

He chuckles as he continues to finger you, the wet noises filling the already stuffy room.

“Look so gorgeous like this, all filled with my cum,” Joby bites his lip, and you swear you see his half-hard dick twitch. “You think this’ll get you pregnant?”

You moan as you nod quickly, the idea of it arousing you even further. He grins as he scissors his fingers inside you, your walls can only do so much as they tighten around him. You look up at him through bleary eyes, and you whimper at his expression. Joby looked as if he was just as wrecked as you, mouth slightly agape as the noises of your wetness only increased.

“Please, I need more,” your head tilts back with a sigh, “Joby, please…”

He hums, pouting, “Two fingers aren’t enough, you need another? Just beg for my dick again at this point, come on.”

Your back arches into his touch and his words as he fills you up with another finger, and you are that much closer to release again. Your hips rock against his digits, curled just right against your most sensitive spot inside.

“Please, please, fuck…”

“You gonna come again, baby?” Joby’s voice was just as desperate as your own as you watched him quickly fist his hardness.

Nodding, you continue to grind yourself back on his fingers as he curls them even more, “Oh, Joby, fuck, I’m gonna– oh!”

Before you even realized it, your release crashed over you like a tidal wave. He kept his fingers inside, letting you clench down on them as he chased his own orgasm.

“So fucking pretty like this, God,” Joby moans hoarsely as his eyes shut tightly, “Wanna fill you up over and over–!”

Ropes of his arousal land on your outspread thighs and lower stomach as he finishes with a cry. Still clenched tight on his digits, you wince when he slowly pulls them out, only to push them back in with the new release now collected.

“This’ll definitely get you knocked up, right?”

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The sudden heat hitting your navel causes your back to arch almost instantly, causing Jackson to chuckle quietly.

“Oh, is it too much, sweetheart?”

From behind the blindfold, you could only imagine the expression of faux pity he must have all over his face. You shake your head as if he wanted an answer. The feeling of the wax dripping and rapidly drying on the curve of your lower stomach had you eager for more.

Jackson wasn’t one to let up on something that had tickled both your masochistic tendencies and his sadistic ones, so he continued to tilt that rose-scented candle over your torso. The little droplets landing upon your skin in quick succession had you let out a long whine, much to his delight. You hear his breath speed up as your hips rock against nothing as the wax dries.

“Such a whore for this, I love it…”

You couldn’t help but smile at the comment, but your mouth was soon left agape when the trail of droplets reached right below your breasts. The addicting sensation of it had you trembling, eager for more.

A sharp pain shoots through you as drips land almost on your hardened nipple, causing you to moan especially loudly. Jackson only takes this as encouragement, as the next few droplets of wax land directly upon it, your moan cracking halfway into a scream.

The pain of it cools quickly into a delicious dull pain, and you hear him shuffling closer to you on the bed. You don’t ask what he’s doing, as it becomes quite obvious as his clothed leg comes to rest in between your thighs. You mewl as your bare arousal rubs against the rough fabric of his pants, and he can feel your wetness bleeding through it down to his skin.

“You look so pathetic right now, (Y/N),” Jackson hums, impatiently removing the blindfold from your bleary eyes. “Humping my leg like a bitch in heat… you wanna come that bad, huh?”

“Please,” you look up at Jackson with an expression that can only be described as pure desperation, “Please let me come.”

Maybe it was the way you rocked your hips against him, or maybe the way you whimpered as the wax finally reached your other breast, but he decided to quit his teasing early into the game.

“Make yourself come on my leg, or you’re not coming at all.”

That was a direction you could easily follow in a moment like this.

You angle your hips upwards, allowing yourself to rut against his leg perfectly. Jackson’s hand reaches to wrap itself in your hair, pulling just enough to give you that deeper masochistic edge that you need. Your moans kept rising in speed and volume, and if you were in any state to pay attention, you would’ve noticed how darkened with lust his expression was at this.

“Gonna come, fuck, fuck–!”

Jackson pushed his thigh even further into your arousal, and that was enough to send you over the edge– wettening his pants even further. Crying out, your hips continue to grind against him, and he allows you to ride out your orgasm just as you’d like. You barely notice the lack of warm sensations as he returns the candle to the nightstand. He leans to down to capture your lips in an almost equally burning kiss, distracting you from the pain of him removing the wax from your delicate skin.

“Did so good, baby,” he moans into your mouth, obviously aroused by the entire ordeal. “You think you’re ready for my cock now?”

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You watch impatiently on hands and knees as Burt readies himself behind you, having opted to try out an idea he had floated by you earlier that week: having sex in front of a mirror. He was rather excited about it, and you couldn’t help but be as well– you knew how much he liked this position from his ever-explicit moans, but what if you could see his face?

He groans as he teases at your entrance, wettening his hardness with your arousal, “You look absolutely gorgeous like this, sweetheart.”

You look at him with the most innocent eyes you could muster, “Thank you, Daddy.”

Burt tuts, slowly entering you, “If only you knew how easily you get me riled up by saying that…”

You definitely knew, why else would you say it?

Your eyes flutter shut as he seats himself fully inside, stretching you perfectly. It didn’t matter how many times the two of you ‘made love,’ as he so often called it, you would never get used to just how thick he was.

“God, you’re so big,” you breathe out, locking lidded eyes with Burt through the reflection. “You fill me up so good, Daddy.”

He somehow pushes deeper against your cervix, causing you to moan louder than you expected, “I know I do, baby. It’s like you were made for me, right?”

Nodding, you resist rocking back against him for fear of him stopping, but you don’t have to relent for long as Burt finally begins to thrust. His hands grip tightly at your hips, and you so desperately want him to move them back onto his length like you were a toy.

Continuing to stretch you open, his eyes fall on the way your breasts bounce in this position– he can’t resist reaching under to grip one. Mewling at the touch of his rough hand, Burt speeds up his thrusts.

“Look at how pretty you look, honey,” he squeezes particularly hard to emphasize his words, “Taking me so well like the good girl you are.”

Biting your lip, you nod again, “Thank you so much…”

“Always so good at using her manners for Daddy, too.”

Burt moves his hand to grip your hair, pulling you back gently to look properly at the reflection. From this angle at which your back arches, you feel his length bumping right against your cervix in a way you’d never felt before. He lifts you up fully so you’re flush against his chest as he fucks up into you, not once leaving your warmth.

He kisses your neck, whispering, while still looking at you in the mirror, “Touch yourself for me, baby. Let Daddy watch you make yourself feel good, okay?”

One of your hands wraps behind Burt’s back for purchase while the other begins to circle your already sensitive clit. With a moan, you throw your head back against his chest, overwhelmed with the pleasure of it all.

“Daddy, it feels too good… please!”

“Keep your eyes on me in the mirror,” he groans, out of breath, “Be the good girl I know you are, come on, baby.”

You follow his directions to meet his gaze, and your ministrations only increase in speed. Burt’s thrusts were deep and hard, the two of you were close. It was like a race to see who could come first, but no one wanted to win– the desire of wanting to see the other finish first was far too great.

His mouth falls open with a moan as you squeeze around him, your release just on the edge, “Come for me, I know you can do it. Let me see you do it, please…”

“Daddy, oh my God, Daddy–!

Your body trembles in his embrace as you orgasm, the only thing holding you up is him inside you and his arm wrapping around your waist. Burt curses under his breath as his thrusts become even more desperate as he watches you fall apart– it was beyond perfect.

His eyes stayed on your body, watching you shake and convulse as he continued to chase his own orgasm, “Perfect little doll, God, look at you…”

Burt stutters in his movements before finally spilling all he’s got inside of you, holding you tightly against his chest. You feel it heaving, up and down, as he comes down from his high.

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“God, sweetheart, look at you…”

You rise from the bed as you watch Kitten walk out of the bathroom, having donned her so-called ‘birthday surprise’ for you: a white babydoll with an empire waist, her natural silhouette shining through the translucent chiffon fabric. She paired the elegant garment with white nylons that came to rest perfectly mid-thigh, as well as a matching white thong that left very little to the imagination.

All in all, Kitten looked heavenly.

“Do you like it, sweetheart?” She spins on her heel, turning back to you with a coy smile dancing upon her red-stained lips. “You’ve always said I looked… what was it, angelic, when I wear white?”

You walk towards her, biting your lip slightly, “We both know how much of an angel you really are, though.”

Kitten hums as you begin to trace her barely-covered chest with your light touch, “I can be whatever you want me to be tonight, darling.”

“Then how about you lay on the bed for me,” you mouth at her jawline, causing her to shiver, “And let me ride you ‘til I’m content, yeah?”

With a quick nod, she makes her way to the bed, but not before you sneak a grab at her behind. Kitten only glances back at you with an accusatory squint– it wasn’t like she was going to cause a stink during your special birthday gift, now would she?

Kitten looks as you stalk towards her, crawling on the bed as you shed your undergarments. You watch as her chest heaves with each of your meticulous movements– she is just as eager as you. She spreads her legs slightly as you approach, and you bite your lip as her panties grow even more tight by the second.

Without a word, you pull them down Kitten’s long legs, and her hardness bobs up against her stomach. She continues to watch you through now-lidded eyes as you begin to straddle her– but not yet indulging in what you both knew was to come. You angle yourself back, and spread your lips open to grind against her length, evoking a sharp gasp from her throat.

“Oh, (Y/N), baby… don’t be such a tease, please!”

You pout, “Isn’t this your gift to me, sweetheart? I don’t think you’re in any place to tell me how to go about it claiming it, right?”

Kitten’s head falls back with a whimper as you circle her head around your entrance, but still not yet sinking down. You shudder as you coat her in your wetness, knowing you weren’t long to succumb to the pleasure of it all.

You suddenly press her inside of you in one swift movement, catching the both of you off-guard. Squeezing your eyes shut in a mix of pleasure and pain, you start to move your hips, “Kitten, fuck, you’re deep…”

She smiles as her hands come to rest at your waist, her nails scratching gently, “You feel so good, darling, taking me so well like always.”

You begin to ride her in earnest, lifting off her and moving back down– setting a pace she could barely keep up with. Moans spill from your lips as well as Kitten’s as she stretches you out perfectly. She looked divine with her blonde curls splayed against the pillow and her hands roaming where the two of your bodies continued to meet.

Her moans reached that familiar pitch– she was close.

“You gonna come for me, angel?” You leaned closer, causing her to whine even further as she met your gaze. “Gonna fill me up?”

“Please, honey, please!”

“Then fuck me like you need it, Kitten.”

She grips your hips tighter than ever, with one arm wrapping behind you to keep you against her chest as she starts to fuck up into you with a fervor like you’d never seen. Your eyes roll back as she hits that part inside of you again and again until you feel dizzy with pleasure. You hadn't even noticed that she had already come inside of you almost instantly with the way her rhythm never faltered– she kept fucking you until you fell apart in her arms.

“Come for me, sweet (Y/N), let me make you feel good.”

You bite down on the soft flesh of her shoulder as you feel that knot deep inside unfurl at her words, and she practically mewls at the perfect blend of overstimulation you were giving her. Kitten continues to hold you down as her hips stutter inside of you again– she came again.

The two of you catch your breath as you slowly ease off of her, the ache between your legs almost too much. You watch as her release spills from your entrance and shudder at the pure erotic nature of it all.

Kitten makes an attempt to fix her unkempt appearance, grinning at you widely, “Now, how about I clean that up for you, yeah?”

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You hum a nondescript tune as you dust the bookshelves for what seems like the twentieth time this month– how could dust and muck accumulate so fast? As you reach for a particularly high shelf, you feel a hand sneak its way between your thighs, causing you to gasp.

There was no need for you to turn around, you knew it was your boyfriend Calvin’s hand that was quickly making its way to rub at your clothed entrance. He had a tendency to take what he wanted when he wanted it, and you didn’t exactly object to such a tantalizing quirk of his.

He seemed to revel in the feeling of your nylon stockings and your lack of panties– why even wear them when he was so keen on doing things like this day in and day out?

“It seems pretty dusty up there, doesn’t it?” Calvin hums as he circles your clit through the thin fabric, acting as if nothing was amiss. “You’re such a good girlfriend, cleaning this up for me.”

You shudder as he speeds up his movements, trying your best not to moan. He presses himself against your back, and you feel his hardness– breaking that tentative hold you had on your noises. His fingers move with a newfound urgency, matching the rhythm of your breaths as they grow heavier and more desperate.

“That’s it,” Calvin whispers into your ear, his voice low and dripping with desire. “Just let me take care of everything for you.”

He bends you over slightly, your hands grasping at the shelving as his fingers move away from where you need him most. Before you can turn around, Calvin’s touch comes back tenfold as he quickly rips open your delicate stockings. You gasp quietly as he does so, the act so perverted in nature– but not unwelcome in the slightest. You also knew better than to question what he was doing.

“Look at that,” Calvin traces your folds with a single finger, collecting your arousal, “Always so wet for me– you’re perfect. Bet you were thinking of me taking you like this the whole time, right? Just couldn’t wait for me to be done writing…”

He spreads you open further with a grab at your ass, and you can’t help but arch your back in response, “Please, Cal–!”

It turned him on like nothing else to see you as desperate as he was for this, “Beg for it.”

“Please, I need you so badly,” you whisper, embarrassed at your growing want.

Calvin hums as he starts to unzip his slacks, “You can do better than that, baby, come on.”

“Need you to make me yours, use me, just… anything. Please.”

“That’s more like it,” he chuckles softly at your words as his tip teases at your entrance. “Not so hard, was it? We both know how badly you need this.”

He enters you slowly, groaning at the feeling of you wrapped around him. You whine as he settles all the way inside of you, gripping the shelf like it was your only tether.

“Such a good girl, letting me use you like this, fuck,” he grips your hips tightly for emphasis, “All mine, right?”

“Yes, yes!”

Calvin begins to move quickly, setting the pace as a brutal one. His mouth hangs open in a perpetual moan as he feels every part of you, “Mine, mine…”

Each powerful thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making it difficult for you to form any coherent thoughts.

"You like that, don't you?" He asks between heavy breaths, his voice hoarse with desire. “Like it when I fuck you like a slut– whenever I want, however I want?”

Nodding, trying to think straight, you gasp out, “Love it so much, please, Cal…”

“Please what?” Calvin pulls you back towards him by your hair, the grip making you see stars. “Use your words.”

“Please use me, please, fuck!” You were practically drunk with lust at this point, and so was he.

“That’s right, beg for it,” he lets go of your hair to fuck you harder, moving your hips back onto his length like you were a toy. “Such a perfect girl, God…”

You moan at his praise as he uses you as you begged for, the angle at which he was fucking you allowed you to feel every inch of pleasure he was giving you perfectly. You reach down to rub at your now exposed clit, which he, thankfully, took no issue with you doing.

“Yes, keep touching yourself like that, baby,” Calvin whimpers. “Gonna fill you up, make you all mine–!”

His thrusts speed up before stilling almost entirely as he releases inside of you– a feeling you would never tire of. Just as quickly as he stopped, he started up again with a hot whisper against your ear, “Come for me, come all over my dick, (Y/N)– you need it so bad, don’t you?”

Calvin moves his fingers down to replace yours, his rhythm relentless as he continued to fuck you throughout it. You shake as your own release finally comes, accompanied by a whine that’s like music to his ears.

“Such a good fucking girlfriend, Jesus…”

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Edward’s breath catches at the sight of your bare shoulders– watching from beyond the crack of the locker room’s door. You had just finished your weekly visit to your office building’s gym– a place Edward didn’t even know existed until he decided he wanted to ‘accompany’ you on your way out of work.

You tended to be alone in your late-night excursions here, and that’s what you preferred– time to decompress after getting chewed out by your shared dimwit boss. You and Edward had adjoining desks on the same level at KTMJ, working the numbers of Gotham. The two of you had never actually exchanged words, but you always remembered his coffee order when it was your turn to pick it up– that was more than enough to get him hooked.

His eyes would always dart over your desk, taking in all of the knick-knacks and post-its that cluttered the space– Edward would smile to himself at how easy it was to figure out what you’re like, all while you were none the wiser. All your little intricacies were on full display for him, and, well, you were never the most careful about locking your computer when you left your station. There’s a plethora of secrets that would, more often than not, be considered not safe for work in that drive of yours.

All this to say: Edward felt a certain sense of possessiveness over you, and that baseline primal urge was not something he could resist. That’s how he finds himself ogling at your form, hidden by the darkness of the hallway outside the changing rooms. He hasn’t unzipped his slacks just yet, no– you hadn’t even taken off your sports bra yet.

You weren’t as unobservant as Edward pegged you to be– you were more than aware of his borderline obsession with you. Every time you left your desk to go to the bathroom, you purposefully left your computer available for his perusing– leaving your rather unsavory browser history uncleared. Maybe you didn’t actually browse porn at work, but you liked to leave little breadcrumbs for him– you knew that he couldn’t help but imagine you in such predicaments that you’d search.

Edward needed just a bit of a push in the right direction, so you made sure he knew where you were headed after work so often.

You knew he was watching your every move, so you decided to give him as much of a show as you could. Agonizingly slow, you peel your bra off your damp body. Edward couldn’t see your breasts from this angle yet, but he still had to stifle a moan at your delicate movements.

He bit his lip as you bent over– the way your leggings fit your curves perfectly was almost too much. Edward felt his cock twitch at the immediate thought he had of grabbing your hips, pulling you back onto his hardness over and over– grinding against your clothed behind until he came all over the taut fabric.

You pulled the leggings down slowly, and he quietly whined as he saw your panties. At this point, Edward knew he was close without even having to touch himself.

Acting as if you didn’t hear the pathetic noise from just beyond the cracked door, you stand up straight and turn to face the floor-length mirror before you. Edward swiftly pulled out his cock from the confines of his now too-tight work pants as soon as he finally saw your bare breasts on display. He watches through lidded eyes as you trace the curves of your body, idly wondering if you checked yourself out like this often– did you touch yourself in front of a mirror as well?

Seating yourself on the bench, your closed legs still hide your arousal– if you showed him, would he notice how wet you were from all of this? How badly you wanted him to take you right then, lack of pleasantries exchanged aside?

You could see that familiar glint of his glasses in the dark, and you knew you had him wrapped around your finger. He stares at your perfect thighs, just waiting for the moment when you’d tear them open– he knows it’s greedy, but he needs to see all of you. You can hear that obvious, yet quiet, sound of Edward pleasuring himself, and you hold back a smirk as you open your legs.

He whimpers, stuttering in his ministrations, as he sees what he believes to be a patch of wetness on your grey panties– were you wet? How fucking lucky did he get? Edward’s mouth hangs open as his wrist feels as though it may cramp from just how fast he’s going. Peering down at himself for a moment, he sees that familiar bead of precum and makes no hesitation to spread it over his reddened tip– only making him closer to that depraved orgasm he so needed.

Edward watches as you move your hands down your legs, seeming like you may be about to pull your work pants back on– he couldn’t waste this opportunity so lovingly presented to him. The sounds increase, both from his movements and his voice, and you betray yourself– you catch that glint in the dark through the reflection.

It was only for a split second, and Edward knew there was definitely no way you could see him, but despite it all– he spilled all over his hand, as well as the tiled floor. His breath, harsh and ragged, would’ve made his presence more than obvious to you, had you not known already– Edward wasn’t as covert as he’d like to think.

As he hears your shuffling in the locker room, he zips himself back up and quickly grabs a crumpled tissue from his jacket pocket– wiping the evidence from his hands. Glancing down, he sees the rest of it on the floor but ultimately decides to just wipe it away with his shoes. Edward leans against the wall, chest still heaving with every breath.

“Oh, hey, Edward!” You stepped out of the locker room, your sudden presence causing him to stand up straight. “I didn’t know you went to the office gym!”

He stutters, wiping his sweaty palms on his jacket, “I, well… yes? I do now, yes…”

You smile politely, the satisfaction of seeing him so frazzled was more than enough, “That’s great, I thought I was the only one using it!”

“Mhm…” Edward looked as if he’d seen a ghost, but he couldn’t deny the tightness slowly returning in his slacks, “It’s, uh… extremely underutilized, yes.”

“You must’ve had a good workout, huh? You’re all sweaty!” You begin to walk past him, swinging your work bag over your shoulder. “Sucks that they don’t provide us with showers too, right?”

He continues to try and stutter out a response as you make your way to the stairwell, but all he can muster out is a pathetic ‘yup,’ long after you have left.

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Seth watches your sleeping form from his spot on the fire escape, the night giving him enough cover to not alert anyone of his presence. He knew this was fucked up, and if you woke up, it would ruin whatever chance he had at a relationship with you– but he could not care less right now. Seeing that peek of your cotton panties earlier when you bent down to help him fix his bike… Seth almost snapped right there.

He swore to himself that he’d settle for just thinking of that moment again and again– but he knew he had to get his hands on them sooner or later. Seth, utilizing his TK abilities, smoothly unlocked the latch on the other side of your window, and stepped in quietly– he’d brag to Joe later about how it can be used for a lot more than just making quarters hover. He was already half-hard at this entire situation, despite that logical part of his brain trying to convince him how depraved this all was.

The soles of his dress shoes made no sound on the carpet of your apartment floor, lucky him. This wasn’t the first time he’s been in your apartment, he knew you kept your laundry basket in the bathroom. Seth slowly makes his way to the ajar door, the tile making it slightly harder to keep quiet. He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as his eyes fall upon the hamper– eyes immediately finding that elusive piece of fabric.

It wasn’t anything special or erotic– that wasn’t the point. It was something you wore in your day-to-day, and for reasons Seth doesn’t understand, that turns him on more than anything else. His shaky fingers grasp the cotton, the feeling of it wasn’t anything special either. He swears it still feels warm from your body heat, but logically, he knows that can’t be true. It had been hours since you had fallen asleep– Seth made sure of that.

Peeking his head out from the bathroom, he makes sure you haven’t stirred in your slumber before he quietly unzips his jeans. He smirks to himself as he pulls out his now fully hard length, he obviously had no more qualms about the panties if he was gonna do this in your own apartment while you were fast asleep. Seth wraps the fabric around himself, and he lets out a shaky breath at the touch. Shutting his eyes, thoughts of you bending over flood his mind– he barely has time to control his whimpers. He elects to clamp his other hand over his mouth as he starts pumping slowly, continuing to imagine your curves.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he whispers into his palm, eyebrows furrowed as his wrist flicks just right, “So fucking tight, yeah…”

Seth’s head lolls back as he starts fucking into his hand, he can feel how his precum is beginning to dampen the delicate fabric. He pictures you against the bathroom counter, hands braced as he fucks into you just like this– maybe with your panties still on, just tucked to the side. God, how he’d love to make you fuck yourself back on him, watching your desperate expressions in the mirror– as if he wouldn’t be the one falling apart.

The sudden and jarring thought of you knowing how desperate he was has him stuttering in his rhythm. Would you degrade him, or praise him for being so pathetic? Either way, Seth had to bite down on the flesh of his hand to shut himself up. Would you call him a pervert if you saw him like this, fucking into your dirty panties and panting like a dog? It catches him off-guard just how much the idea of that gets him going.

“Please, fuck,” Seth mumbles, looking at himself in the mirror– hair a sweaty mess and mouth agape behind his hand. “Wanna come, please, (Y/N)...”

He thinks of your perfect voice in his ears, calling him pathetic for all of this– would you even let him orgasm? In this moment, he prays you would. Seth’s hand meets his erratic thrusts rapidly until he’s spilling into his hand– and more importantly, your panties. It’s both a blessing and a curse that every drop landed in the fabric and not on the cold tile below.

As if on auto-pilot, Seth stuffs the now even dirtier panties into his pocket, zips himself up, and barely even glances at your still-sleeping form before heading onto the fire escape again. He silently locks the window behind him and hops off the rickety ladder. There’s only one thought on Seth’s mind, and that is: how the fuck is he going to look at you tomorrow?

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Jim let out a shaky breath as you spread your legs for him– your bare arousal on full display for him.

“Fuck, no panties? Are you trying to kill me, sweetheart?”

You shrug your shoulders, hitching your skirt up even higher for him to see just how wet you already are, “Well, you’ve been teasing me all week Jim… can’t I have a little fun, too?”

Jim and you had been having this illicit affair for only a few weeks now, but you were getting antsy– what’s the point of being a homewrecker if you aren’t getting any? He had always shied away from the topic, opting only for ‘emotional cheating,’ as Google had described it one late night. To him, going ‘all the way’ would mean he’s really cheating on his wife, and he just wasn’t ready to commit to being the shit husband he already is– typical.

That didn’t stop either of you from alluding to such acts, however– it seemed like leaving him half-mast after every excursion was your specialty. Describing the things he’d do to you in any other circumstance definitely felt great at the moment, but again, you needed more.

He bites his lip, weighing his options as his mind clouds with thoughts of taking you right there– on the duvet his wife picked out. You snake a hand down to your wetness, spreading yourself even further. As you glance at his pants growing tighter, you hope he gets the memo.

Without any audible complaint, Jim unzips his jeans and palms himself through his boxers, “What are you doing to me, (Y/N), fuck…”

He watches as you circle your entrance with a delicate finger, your head lolling back slightly against the plush headboard. His mouth falls open as you enter yourself slowly like you were hypnotizing him.

“Don’t be shy, big boy,” you hum, looking at him with a gaze of pure, unadulterated lust. “Let me see what you’re packing too, hm?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jim smirks as he pulls his jeans and boxers down mid-thigh– his hardness bobbing back up against his navel.

Now it was your turn to bite your lip– you had been fantasizing about the day you’d finally be able to touch him. Seeing would just have to do for right now. He grasps himself at the base, hissing at the much-needed pressure he’s providing himself. You add another finger gently, but you really didn’t need to delay with how wet you already were– you were just addicted to teasing him.

“Look at how wet you are, baby,” Jim groaned as he started to pump himself slowly. “You always like this for me? Walking around all soaked?”

“Always,” you nod, subconsciously speeding up your fingers, “Haven’t gone a date without coming home with soaked panties… if I’m wearing them.”

“Good girl,” he sits up more from his spot across from you, the chair creaking with every minor movement. “How about you touch your clit for me too, yeah? Wouldn’t that feel so good?”

You melt at his praise and request, your other hand coming to tease your clit almost immediately, “How’s that, baby? Am I touching myself just right?”

He nods quickly, hips twitching upwards at your words, “Always so perfect for me, fuck… keep doing that.”

Jim ogles at your every movement, following your fingers with his mouth open– you’d never seen him so desperate. You felt yourself get even wetter at the realization of how much you aroused him, and he wasn’t even inside of you. You’re in no better position, your eyes glued to every swift up-and-down motion he was making with his tight fist. The beads of precum spilling onto his knuckles made you desperate to take him in your mouth– you’re doing that next time, even if it just means kneeling in front of him as he releases.

You put a third finger inside of you, mind running wild with images of Jim both above and below you, “Please…”

He chokes out a moan as you whisper that sweet word, “What’re you begging for, sweetheart? You wanna come?”

Not even really knowing why you said please, you nod nonetheless, “Don’t wanna come before you do, baby, fuck…”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he groans again, and he pumps himself even faster, “Anything for you, (Y/N), just keep fucking yourself full of your fingers just like that for me.”

You whimper as you speed up your ministrations as well, wanting so desperately to be full of him in any capacity, “Wish it was your cock, want you to fill me up instead.”

“Fuck, keep talking like that,” Jim’s eyebrows furrow as he watches you slowly coming undone.

“Need you inside,” you fuck yourself back on your fingers, your other hand starting to rub your clit even faster, “In my mouth, my pussy, fuck, anywhere, please…”

You feel yourself tumbling even closer to release, but hold off until he does first.

“(Y/N), Jesus,” Jim thrusts up into his fist, his legs shaking incessantly, “Such a good fucking girl for me, so good–!”

He lets out a whine as the ropes of his arousal land on his trembling thighs, as well as his still tightly wound hand. He wastes no time looking back towards you, needing to see you make a wreck of yourself for him.

“Come for me, (Y/N), please– make a mess, baby.”

You practically mewl as you let yourself go, burying your face in the pillows as you milk yourself for everything you’ve got. You ride out your orgasm on your fingers until you feel a familiar touch helping you remove them slowly.

“Perfect girl, you did so good…”

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“Oh, Mommy!”

Eli cries out as you clench around him, the warmth and pure wetness of your arousal becoming almost too much for him. You look up at him, smiling from your position in missionary– he insisted upon it for the first time you let him inside of you.

“You’re being such a good boy, aren’t you? Making Mommy feel so good…”

His hips stutter at your words, and Eli has to bite his lip to stop himself from releasing embarrassingly early. His thrusts are quick, but hard– he wanted, no, needed to make you come. You clench down on his length as he ruts up against your cervix, and the subconscious movement has quite the effect on him.

Eli chokes out a moan and leans over you with an almost pained expression written all over his face. Before you can coddle him and ask if he’s okay, tears begin to spill from his eyes as he starts to thrust again.

"Mommy, mommy, mommy– oh, God!”

Your face lights up in pure delight as you watch the pleasure envelop his entire being, “You’re doing so good, baby, you look so pretty like this…”

Eli cries out again, his face still scrunched up as his breath becomes even more ragged, “Wanna be so good for you, Mommy, oh!”

Reaching down to rub at your clit, you feel his tears pooling at your navel as he thrusts desperately into you. It felt so dirty getting off even faster because of his emotional outburst, but how could you help it when he looked so damn pathetic?

He watches as you pleasure yourself and bites his lip, sniffling, “Are… oh God, please, are you gonna come, Mommy?”

You nod quickly, “Gonna come all because of you, pretty boy, just you–!”

Eli speeds up at your blunt words, and your back arches as you abruptly feel yourself releasing. You watch through bleary eyes as a sickly sweet smile grows upon his face as you clench even harder around him.

“Come on, Eli, baby… fill Mommy up, you can do it.”

Your whispered encouragement has him whimper loudly as he quickly comes inside of you– as if all he needed was your command. He collapses onto your chest, face buried in the crook of your neck as he allows himself to fully sob.

“Thank you, thank you, (Y/N)…”

Excusing his minor slip-up in honorifics, you shush him and stroke his hair, “You did so good, baby, I’m so proud of you.”

You hold your tongue as he cries further, trying to ignore that arousal building up inside of you yet again.

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You grind your bare arousal especially hard down on this denim-clad thigh, a high-pitched moan leaving your throat.

“Fuck, yes, just like that, baby…” Percy grips your hips like he’s the one gaining pleasure from this.

His thigh muscles are tensed up, perfect for you to rut against, chasing your pleasure. He loved seeing you like this, all desperate and wanting so much so that you couldn’t wait for him to take his cock out.

Percy’s Adam’s apple bobs as he watches you hike your skirt up, showing him just how in need you are. You roll your head back slightly as you move back and forth, revealing your glistening chest, warmed by the desert heat. He groans as he grabs your corset-covered breast, eager to feel every part of you.

Your thighs begin to shake as the roughness of his jeans rubs deliciously against your clit. The wetness soaks through his pants, and he chuckles, “God, you’re getting my pants all dirty, girl. Better clean that up after, huh?”

“Ugh, you know you like it, you– ah!”

A pinch to your clit has you collapse onto his chest, the sensitivity was almost too much to bear. Your mouth falls open, one of your hands coming to scratch down his chest through his unbuttoned shirt. Percy practically whimpers at that and begins to rock his hips against you– trying to meet your movements, “Come on, get yourself off on me, (Y/N)... don’t stop now.”

You try to fill your gaze at him with resentment– but anyone could see the lust in your eyes from a mile away, even an idiot like Percy. You grip his vest like a vice as you grind down onto his thigh, your knee grazing against his bulge at the same time.

His calloused hands immediately come to grip at your hips, tight enough to leave bruises, “Make a mess on my leg, sweetheart, come on… sooner you do it, the faster I’ll make your face all messy too, huh?”

“You fuckin’ wish, Dolarhyde,” you whine out, the pleasure betraying your intended anger. “You’d be lucky if I even let you come in my hand.”

Percy's chuckles quickly turn into pathetic moans as you reach a hand down to grasp his hardness– punctuating your words. If you were gonna make a mess, he better do it too. His grip on you speeds your movements up, you have no more control over the pace. You knew you were close, Percy always kept you on edge regardless of the situation– but you needed to make him come in his pants.

As his hands maneuvered your body onto his own, you stuck your own hand into his jeans to palm even more so at his arousal– causing him to nearly buckle over onto you.

“You play dirty, don’t you, girl?” He chokes out, eyes full of a competitive fire you so often saw in them. “Just how I like it.”

Not gracing him with a response he’d only cut off by making you whimper, you hold your tongue and start pumping him in earnest. You could feel how messy he had already made his drawers without release– you’d rag on him for that later. You hold Percy’s intense gaze as you repeatedly meet the rough fabric, he knows it’ll only take a few more moments until you lose yourself.

Harshly and quickly, you bash your teeth against his in a kiss, catching the man off-guard– the two of you had never shared a seemingly tender act before. He whimpers into the embrace, tongue already sliding against yours with a fervor like no other. Percy rocks your hips back and forth as his thighs tremble with your repeated strokes.

The two of you release almost in tandem, lips already sore from the muffling of moans– not to mention Percy’s lack of skill when it came to not involving teeth in kissing. You feel him stutter in your fist, trying so desperately to get away from the overstimulation. He does the same with you, trapping your arousal bare against the denim– any slight movement would have you scream.

His breath is hot against your lips, and so is yours as you meet each other’s gaze again.

“So,” you mumble, throat dry, “Let’s call it a draw, yeah?”

Percy looks down at your lips, smirking, “How about best of three?”

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“What’re you getting all antsy for, love?”

You squirm on Thomas’ lap, the discomfort of only being allowed to sit on his length was far too much for your desperate mind, “Please, can’t I just move a little?”

Chuckling, he shakes his head, “You promised to sit still like a good girl, so that’s what you’re going to do.”

Letting out a huff, you lean your cheek on his shoulder as he continues to write in the ledger. You weren’t paying attention to whatever work he was getting done, you only wanted to wait it out until he either pitied you or got desperate himself.

You had approached him in your nightgown earlier, beckoning him to bed with your most alluring of looks– but Thomas was not the kind of man so easily strayed from his work, even by his own wife. You swore to him that you wouldn’t cause a distraction, so long as he let you keep his cock warm. It was becoming increasingly hard to keep that promise.

With a few movements you could chalk up to ‘getting comfortable,’ Thomas sighs deeply.

“Alright, is there a miscommunication or something, doll?”

Shaking your head, you stay leaning against his shoulder, “No, nothing of the sort– just trying to get comfortable, ‘s all…”

Thomas pulls you by your collar like a petulant child, and looks at you just the same, “Then stop fucking moving.”

Your eyes widened at his gruff tone, and it was hard to fight down the pleased grin that came so easily when he was so close to taming that bratty fire within you.

“I just wanted to make you feel good while you work,” his grip loosens on your collar, allowing you to lean closer to his chapped lips, “Nothing wrong with that, is there, sir?”

“Alright,” you think for a second he’s succumbed to your toying until his calloused fingers grip tightly onto your thighs. You yelp as Thomas pulls you flush against his hips, his length now fully seated inside of you. “If you want to play that game, we will– but we both know very well how you’ll end up, love.”

He doesn’t allow you the grace of responding before he’s lifting you up off of his length, only to bring you back down with a speed that dizzies you.

“Distracting me from my important work,” Thomas groans, his gaze held only where the two of your bodies repeatedly joined, “Fucking brat, needing her fill every damn minute…”

You feel yourself nodding in affirmation as he curses under his breath at you– this was exactly what you wanted. Starting to meet his thrusts, you whimper, “Fill me up so good, Tommy, please– ah!”

He keeps one hand on your hip as you continue to ride him, but the other immediately clamps onto your throat, “What happened to your manners? That’s not what you call me, and you know it.”

Not stopping in your grinds against his hips, your eyes roll back as he applies even more pressure, “Sir, sir!”

“That’s a good girl, there we go.”

Thomas doesn’t let go of your throat but allows you to breathe more freely as he thrusts up into you again. You smile as the hand that was holding your hip sneaks down to rub at your clit– his fingers so close to bringing you to your long-awaited peak.

“You think you deserve to come after this little stunt, love?”

Whining, your eyes clamp shut in frustration, “Please, fuck, I just missed your cock so bad, sir… been waiting all day!”

“Too bad,” he tuts, rolling your clit gently between his fingers, “You’ll take my seed and that’s all you’re getting tonight.”

You thought he would relent in his teasing, but it only speeds up as do his thrusts– Thomas wanted you holding back your release to hurt as much as possible. Your body convulses as it feels the stimulation quickly becoming too much to fight against. Nonetheless, you ride him until he tells you to stop.

“There’s my good girl, come on, fuck–!”

His chest heaves with every stuttering thrust as he releases inside of you, both of his hands coming to pull your face to his in a kiss. You melt in the loving touch, and forget to hold back the dams of your release– Thomas immediately knows by the way you clenched around his softening arousal. He separates the kiss, a single strand of saliva still connecting the two of you.

You look into his unreadable eyes as your own reflect back with pure regret, with a twinge of anticipatory masochistic pleasure.

“Don’t even think about moving ‘til I’m hard again,” he whispers harshly, hands moving back down to the base of your neck. “Then we’ll see about your punishment.”