#MagnusMartinsson/Reader

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TH HBC Kinktober 25

October 25th - Thigh Riding - Magnus Martinsson

@the-th-horniest-book-club​

an: you’re in for a double treat today cause I had this one half way done on the 25th, but for several reasons I couldn’t finish and post it. And I really wanted to, so... here you go.

Magnus/Reader - sort of a follow-up to October, 18th drabble

Rocking back and forth, the stimulation had made you wet enough to glide with ease over his muscled thigh. Magnus pulled on the restraints on his wrists, dying to touch you, he even tried to search for your lips. You grabbed his curls roughly and pulled him away from you.

“I told you what would happen if you came before I got home,” you said breathily.

Magnus groaned loudly. “So this is payback?���

“Yes.”

“I thought it was just-” he made a grunting sound. “-not having sex for a week.”

“Where would be the fun in that?” You slowed down your movements and kissed up his neck. “You got off by yourself, now I’ll do the same.” you added, and pulled his earlobe with your teeth.

You scooted up closer to his groin, making sure your thigh rubbed his cock each time. Holding on to his shoulders for leverage, you increased your speed. Magnus, in his despair, bucked his hips up. The muscles on his thigh tensed, making the friction all the more delicious.

Your mouth dropped open and your breathing picked up. Magnus was shamelessly humping your thigh by now, or trying to.

“Fuck!” you whimpered.

You dropped your forehead to his shoulder and your nails sank on his back. His muscles twitched against your sensitive pussy, pushing over the edge. You juices ran down his groin.

After a few seconds of catching your breath, you looked at Magnus. His face was red and there was a plea in his eyes. His hard cock rested against your thigh, smearing his precum on your skin. You smiled widely, and reached behind him to set his hands free.

Magnus wrapped his arms around your waist, rubbing his cock on you.

“Please?” he said, nuzzling your neck.

“No,” you said. “One week, that’s your punishment.”

He huffed frustrated. “That’s not nice.”

“We already established that I am not nice.”

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TH HBC Kinktober 18

October 18th - Phone Sex/Sexting - Magnus

@the-th-horniest-book-club​​

MagnusMartinsson/Reader. He’s home alone and bored.

This is your fault.

The text read. It wouldn’t have meant much if it wasn’t for the picture. A dick pic. His dick, to be more specific. You’d recognize it anywhere. You felt your cheeks warm up and you gulped hard.

- You asshole, I’m in a meeting!!! - Was your reply.

And I miss you.

- It’s your day off, not mine.

Magnus sent yet another pic, this time he was fisting his cock. Its head was bright red with a tiny pearl of precum on the tip.

You hid the phone under the table while your co-workers looked expectantly at you. You cleared your throat and carried on talking where your partner left off. You had put the phone on silent mode for the meeting, but it still vibrated against your thigh. You ignored it for several minutes, until the meeting was wrapping up.

You should have stayed here with me. Fake sick or something. I’m having to take care of things by myself.

Another picture of his cock almost at full hardness covered the screen.

Okay, ignore me. I’ll be over here thinking of all the things I’d like to do to you.

A picture of his tongue stuck in between two of his fingers accompanied the text. It sent a shiver down your spine and a wave of heat pooled in your groin. You put the phone back on your thigh and waited for the meeting to be over. At last, everyone was dismissed and you all but ran to the bathroom.

You opened the chat to see a short video of Magnus stroking his cock slowly, his low moans could be heard in the background.

- You are in so much trouble.

Am I going to be punished? 😏😉

You pressed your lips, and thighs, together.

- Wanna know what I’m going to do when I get home?

Please?

- I’m gonna wrap my lips around that tip and suck until your eyes are able to see the inside of your skull.

You locked yourself in a stall and dropped your underwear, sending him a pic of your wet pussy, one of your fingers on your clit.

- Then I’m gonna sit this pussy on your face and use those ridiculous curls on your head to steer you as you eat it. And you better eat it good, cause otherwise your cock ain’t getting anywhere near it.

You waited for a moment. Magnus had read the text, but he wasn’t typing and hadn’t replied yet. Biting back a snicker, you typed again.

- Now stop touching yourself. If you come before I do, we’re not having sex in a week.

Silence. You stared at your phone for a whole minute before you saw Magnus was typing.

That is not nice.

You sent him a selfie, licking your slick off your fingers and winking at the screen.

- Who ever said I was nice?

[shiningloki]

Chills, this gave me chills!! Thigh riding has slowly crept up my kink list and this was absolutely perfect!! Amazing work!!

TH HBC Kinktober 25

October 25th - Thigh Riding - Magnus Martinsson

@the-th-horniest-book-club​​​

an: you’re in for a double treat today cause I had this one half way done on the 25th, but for several reasons I couldn’t finish and post it. And I really wanted to, so… here you go.

Magnus/Reader - sort of a follow-up to October, 18th drabble

Rocking back and forth, the stimulation had made you wet enough to glide with ease over his muscled thigh. Magnus pulled on the restraints on his wrists, dying to touch you, he even tried to search for your lips. You grabbed his curls roughly and pulled him away from you.

“I told you what would happen if you came before I got home,” you said breathily.

Magnus groaned loudly. “So this is payback?”

“Yes.”

“I thought it was just-” he made a grunting sound. “-not having sex for a week.”

“Where would be the fun in that?” You slowed down your movements and kissed up his neck. “You got off by yourself, now I’ll do the same.” you added, and pulled his earlobe with your teeth.

You scooted up closer to his groin, making sure your thigh rubbed his cock each time. Holding on to his shoulders for leverage, you increased your speed. Magnus, in his despair, bucked his hips up. The muscles on his thigh tensed, making the friction all the more delicious.

Your mouth dropped open and your breathing picked up. Magnus was shamelessly humping your thigh by now, or trying to.

“Fuck!” you whimpered.

You dropped your forehead to his shoulder and your nails sank on his back. His muscles twitched against your sensitive pussy, pushing over the edge. You juices ran down his groin.

After a few seconds of catching your breath, you looked at Magnus. His face was red and there was a plea in his eyes. His hard cock rested against your thigh, smearing his precum on your skin. You smiled widely, and reached behind him to set his hands free.

Magnus wrapped his arms around your waist, rubbing his cock on you.

“Please?” he said, nuzzling your neck.

“No,” you said. “One week, that’s your punishment.”

He huffed frustrated. “That’s not nice.”

“We already established that I am not nice.”