#seven minutes in heaven.😈

[g1rlr0b1n]

Seven Minutes In Heaven

Commissioned artwork from the super awesome and amazing @pechaghtlecha!!! I loved the last one so much I got another!!! 💖😈💖

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and like last time, this goes with a fic I wrote!!! (this is an older one that I did for last year's super sons week) 👉Seven Minutes In Heaven by G1rlR0b1n👈

[dirtysvthoughts]

𝓟 𝓡 𝓘 𝓥 𝓐 𝓣 𝓔 𝓓 𝓐 𝓝 𝓒 𝓔 𝓡 - CHAPTER TWO

pairing: model! minghao x stripper! reader

word count: 1.5k

general tags/warnings: smut, pwp, female! reader, hao’s sorta kinda a regular customer, soft dom! minghao, steamy/intense makeout session, super/mullet minghao inspired, partial nudity, vip room sex, slight use of pet names (doll, masterpiece, baby), aaand i think that’s it

playlist songs: adorn - miguel, mushroom chocolate - quin & 6lack, anime girls - melli

notes: thank y’all for the love on pd so far! i’m getting notifs nonstop and that makes me really happy :’) hope you enjoy this week’s chapter!

taglist: @im-gemmy , @enhacolor, @hooniewnderland , @svtup , @kawaiikels @weeevrse @diorsfxck @kyexvly @woozarts @ifuckcheol (let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist)

you apply the finishing touches to your makeup, admiring how you looked in your silver sequined two-piece set and matching seven inch heels. to your surprise, you could already hear the loud atmosphere from the dressing room - and it wasn’t even 11 o’clock yet.

“it’s gonna be a good night,” you think to yourself, smiling to yourself at the thought of you covered in hundred dollar bills.

before you head out, you scroll through your phone one last time, looking at your social media feeds. double tapping on a friend’s post, you see a notification appear at the top of your screen.

minghao: hey, are you working tonight? i’m back in town for a show, but i need to relax and see you 😩

you bite down on your lip, your eyes rereading the message and your brain taking in every word. minghao is a famous model, somewhere in the world he was always in a show, walking the runway for all of the luxury brands. his handsome looks and his insanely gorgeous figure made him the it-boy every designer and photographer dreamed of.

you first met minghao at the club a few months ago, when he came for a magazine shoot and his friends decided to take him out. the second you laid eyes on each other as you were walking around the main floor, he took you by the hand and soon you were dancing for him in front of everyone. it didn’t take long to convince minghao about getting a room, your body clenching around nothing as you think about how big and hard he was in those jeans when you started to grind on him, thanking the heavens that your outfit made it possible to feel everything.

😈: hao! yeah, i’m gonna be working tonight. pay for a room as soon as you get here and i’ll be waiting 😏

minghao: i’ll try and get there within the hour. see you soon babe ❤️

you quickly toss your phone to the side when you hear your name being called, realizing that you would just have to kill some time before you got your main event.

——

as soon as they get through the doors (an hour later like he said), minghao walks in with his entourage, his dress shirt buttons deliciously exposing some of his toned chest, and his black distressed jeans accenting his legs. met with some screams, he greets his crowd as his people make sure he’s given enough space.

the music has switched a bit, and more sultry, intimate tunes fill the building. your hips rotating in rhythm as mushroom chocolate’s chorus comes on, playing with the straps of your top as you flirt with the customer in front of you.

so immersed in your own world, you don’t even realize that minghao has finally spotted you and approaches your space, sitting down a few inches away from your audience. your eyes for a split second reveal your shock and surprise, and minghao can’t help the smirk that crawls on his face.

“did you think i wouldn’t show up? i’m hurt, my pretty little doll. you know i’m a man of my word.” you stop dancing and walk towards him, gingerly sitting his lap, both your legs on opposite sides of his.

“mmm, trust me, i know you are, you know it’s just been a minute since i’ve seen you hao.. you look different,” you trail off, eyes wandering all over his body. did his muscles get bigger or something?

“good different or bad different?” he asks.

but before you can respond, someone clears their throat. the person sitting across from you and minghao stares in disbelief. right… you still had someone to “take care” of. you sigh, kind of wishing that you had gone straight to a room so your time with minghao would’ve been interruption-free.

“give me a sec, hao,” you say crawling off his lap, missing the contact and approaching the other customer. “i’m sorry, but it looks like i have to cut this short,” you say feigning a fake disappointment. “but, if you decide to wait for me, i can guarantee it’ll be worth the wait,” you say taking the cash on the floor, bending over in front of the two, teasing them. obviously you don’t notice, but minghao bites his lip at the sight, hoping that he would get to see that again in the next few minutes.

when you’re done, you take him by the hand and the lead the way up the stairs to the vip rooms. you stop at the first empty one you see, brushing the curtains away as he lets go of your hand to face you.

“you never answered my question, y’know,” he says staring directly into your eyes. you stare back at him a little confused, already forgetting what he had said earlier.

he laughs, “wow, you forgot already? what’s going on doll?”

“nothing,” you say chuckling back at him, “i just, have a lot on my mind now.. and it’s mostly you..”

“oh? care to tell me more?” he says, putting his hand on your waist, bringing you closer to him.

“i guess to answer your question, it’s a good different… you’re always hot, but tonight, hao? you’re fucking irresistible,” you swipe your tongue across your lips, biting down on your skin.

“really now?” he smiles, his lips inches away from yours. but before you can say anything else, his mouth crashes on your soft, pillowy lips, trying to take in as much as he could of you.

you put your arms around his neck, trying to bring him in closer as you match his energy and enthusiasm. minghao’s hands begin to roam your body, especially your breasts. he couldn’t help but admire how temptingly delicious they looked in your bra piece. you moan into his touch at every little trace and brush, craving for more.

“mm, minghao!” you whimper when he get adventurous and delicately touches your crotch, and you clench yet again around nothing. you continue to moan out his name in bliss and neediness, but after a minute, an idea pops in your head.

“m-minghao, you wanna take this to the couch?” you say trying to snap him out of his daze for a second.

without another word, he sweeps you off your feet and carries you to the couch, your mouths still on each others. when he finally feels his legs against the edge of the furniture, he sits down, placing you on his lap.

not wanting to wait any longer, minghao takes off your bra, slowly revealing the top half of your body. he hisses at the sight, nearly groaning out at how the colorful lights in the room added to the glow that covered your body.

“you’re such a masterpiece,” he says as he once again guides his hands toward your body, this time paying extra attention to you chest.

while he was focused on that, you took to the opportunity to unbutton his jeans and pull his zipper down. he realizes where you wanted to go, and helps you get them, as well as his boxers off. once they both pool at his ankles, you smile when you can finally get to what you want after all the foreplay.

as you sink down on him, you both let out a loud moan feeling of being inside each other. “g-god, fuck,” you whisper into his ears clawing down his back, pressing into his chest. even though the music has long been forgotten to you, somehow your hips naturally grind to the rhythm. minghao notices and takes hold of your waist, guiding them in the right places. “god, you feel so good, baby,” he groans.

slowly but surely, you begin to feel a good pressure build in your core, your whimpering getting more frantic. “ahhh shit, shit, minghao, m-minghao,” you begin to move faster wanting to release all over him. and when he hits the right spot in you, you can no longer hold back, and you nearly scream, coming all over the lower half of his body.

you try and catch your breath, not wanting to come down from your high, but remembering you still had a job to do. “fuck, i needa go back downstairs soon,” you say getting up to find your bra top.

“do you have to go back now?” he asks, pulling his boxers and pants back up.

“well, not right this second,” you respond fastening your straps. “did you wanna stay a little longer?” you smile sweetly.

“yeah,” he says leaning back on the couch, returning your sultry gaze. “haven’t seen you dance for me in awhile,” he plams himself over his pants, already getting worked up at the memory.

you walk towards the pole, your arm holding onto the pole. “then minghao, be prepared for a dance you’ll never ever want to forget,” you say hooking your legs to spin on the pole.

[nanamiscocksleeve]

Okay, I'll play 🥵

I'm blind folded.

Players are Suguru, Choso, Kento, Satoru, Hiromi, and Toji.

We're playing Just the Tip. Whoever the wheel lands on gets to choose what they do to me for seven minutes(Totes stealing the seven minutes in heaven idea).

Smaller half sized color wedges for each player mixed in on the wheel next to the regular name wedges for each player- if it lands on a color wedge an additional 7 minutes is added to the clock and that player gets to either 1) Choose another player to join the session, or 2) Spins the wheel again for a chance for additional time/player to be added.

Just the Tip for 30 seconds.

I then get 90 seconds to guess.

If I guess right I get to cum, if I fail player choice to make me cum or not.

For multi player mode I would only guess the first player the wheel landed on.

If I guessed right and they don't make me cum in the allotted time, they spin the wheel and get to be at another players mercy but I get to watch 😈

Hard Nos: No bodily waste, nothing that will cause permanent marking or damage or would be really painful. No degradation. No cum close to my eyes, that shit stings like a bitch and I would be pissed.

No DP in the same entrance (These Boys all be packing and no amount of willing suspension of disbelief makes me think that would be a good time)

Safe word allowed for safety sake.

Impact play and light hair tugging allowed,

Aftercare is a given and mini breaks every hour for hydration.

Hot, hot, hot 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

Ohhh, I forgot to add aftercare in mine. But yes. I'm kind of a princess when it comes to cum. Got it in my hair once and almost cried so keep it away from my face.

Love the answer! Thank you for playing.

[acrossthegentleground]

Seven minutes in heaven senior Bellamy /Freshman Lexa. Finn had suggested the game hoping to get virgin Lexa alone as he kept giving her drinks all night . But it was Bellamy who landed on her in the game and he loved beating Finn at things. He walks her to the closet and makes every minute count as he immediately gets to work knowing the party music drowns out everything from the party goers on the other side of the door. He would have all of her so Finn couldnt be the first. When its finally over she walks out and Finn/everyone sees the evidence dripping down her legs as Bellamy grinned behind her. Wells spins it next hoping it lands on her again

Added to the list 😈

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

A one shot with Sam and Danny would be amazing. Maybe where they have been best friends for years and they like realize their feelings for each other one night while they are out. Idk I’m bad at descriptions.

Hi anon 💗 Thank you for the first request!

I know you said one shot but I do actually have a miniseries called Seven Minutes in Heaven where Sam and Danny are best friends and they end up kissing in a closet at a party which causes some angst that ultimately resolves itself thanks to Josh.

(For those of you waiting for an update I actually started the last chapter and I hate it so I might start over…)

Also, if it’s Sam and Danny you want I do have some really fun stuff planned so stay tuned! 😈

[avatrice4l]

Beatrice was at a party with her friends and crush, playing truth or dare

it was Beatrice’s turn “ Bea truth or dare" her friends asks Bea "Hmmmm dare" the tall girl reply

“I dare you to play seven minutes in heaven with Ava!” they say “I mean a dares a dare” Bea say

but deep down Beatrice was super nervous to be with Ava alone

Bea and Ava, both stand up and walk Into an empty closet and the timer begins once the doors shut

"you seem a bit nervous Bea maybe I can help calm you down" Ava says with a devilish smirk

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Follow for more!!! ;)😈

[withahappyrefrain]

ABBY!

Would you rather do Seven Minutes in Heaven with TASM Peter or Bob Floyd?

I know, I'm wrong for this 😈

YES YOU ARE HOW COULD YOU

I love Peter but could I actually date a superhero? No.

So I'm going with Bob Floyd. But I'll always have a soft spot for Peter 😭

[lexa-griffins]

Could we get really angsty and sad in your seven minutes in heaven clexa? I want you to hurt these precious babies

😂😂 i am not feeling too angsty right now but i do have 2 asks for a real nice jealousy plot in college with Niylah that hopefully will satisfy that thirst for angst tomorrow or so 😈

[psychedelic-ink]

❝ before we begin, i want you breathe with me. match my inhale…and exhale…look me in the eyes. that’s it. just relax. ❞ for bruce wayne?

✨ seven minutes in heaven masterlist ✨

pairing: bruce wayne x fem!reader

prompt: ❝ before we begin, i want you breathe with me. match my inhale…and exhale…look me in the eyes. that’s it. just relax. ❞

warnings: readers wrists are tied together, creampie, mentions of aftercare, dom!bruce, sub!reader

+18 content under the cut | minors dni

You feel suffocated in the dark room only lit by a single candle. You can barely see his face, half of it covered by his hair. The only good thing is how soft the bed feel underneath you, the silk sheets giving you a sense of comfort. Your wrists are tied together and you weakly struggle to break out of them. But even if you did actually try to break free, you knew that your efforts would be futile.

The bed dips under Bruce's weight, the dark makeup still smeared around his brown eyes. He looks like he's in pain, and you want to ask him... you want to console him. But you hold your tongue. He needs this more. He needs you. This is the only times where you see Bruce let go of his stern facade. You let out a shaky breath when you feel the tip of his cock rubbing between your wet folds. Your body tenses as you avert your gaze. Your thighs begin to tremble.

"Before we begin, I want you to breathe with me. Match my inhale...and exhale...look me in the eyes. That's it. Just relax."

You breathing begins to match his, he inhales in an exaggerated manner, not stopping until you match him completely. When you do, your muscles relax and Bruce pushes his cock in.

Your body arches and you struggle with the binds around your wrists once again. You want to touch him. He fills you inch by inch, the thickness of his length stretching you incredibly well. Eyes rolling back, your moan out his name. Bruce growls as he pulls back, only leaving the tip inside of you, then he slams his hips right back, making your upper body lunge forward and choke on air.

The pacing Bruce sets is fast yet gentle, he observes your every breath and pays attention to every little noise you make. He decorates your face with soft kisses and whispers your name as he rocks his hips. His cock going deeper with every thrust. You can feel only him, your cunt squeezing and fluttering around him as heat begins to pool between your legs.

"Bruce," you choke out and he presses his lips against your own. Silencing you. When he breaks away, you gasp. "I want to touch you-- Please,"

Before you can even comprehend, he unties you and your arms wrap around him like clockwork. You feel every muscle, every scar on his back with the tip of your fingers. He groans, his cock throbbing uncontrollably inside of you as you pull him closer.

You cum a moment after he does, the feeling of Bruce filing you up sending you over the edge. Your toes curl as your nails dig into his back, adding new marks to his skin. He moans, burying his face into your damp neck as your cunt squeezes around him. You gush around his length, staining the sheets as the mixture of his cum and yours oozes out when he pulls out. You're breathless and so is he, but that doesn't stop him from grabbing a towel and clean you up.

Before you know it he's nuzzling the back of your neck and wrapping his muscular arms around you.

"I love you," he mutters.

"I love you too."

[bugsweirdworld]

Hello! It’s me again! I just got a bit of an interesting mini role play idea hehe... what about a Seven Minutes In Heaven or a Truth or Dare scenario? And the the Human is super shy and self conscious but got dragged into it by the boys anyway? “Um... so, what did you say we were playing again Red...?” I fidgeted nervously, face a bit flushed. Thanks in advance and no rush of course! Have a great night/day! ^-^

Sorry I took so long to reply, I kinda forgot this existed ngl...

Also, I love this idea, gunna be so fun 😂😈

Sitting down next to you in the circle of skeles, Red chuckled and leaned back on his hands.

“S’called Seven Minutes n’Heaven...”

He raised a brow bone questioningly as he smirked slightly.

“Ya asked the same thing a few minutes ago, ya nervous Sweetheart? Ya ain’t gotta be, we’ll take good care a’ya, heheh.”

Other eyelights from around the circle flickered to the two of you as Red spoke, their faces showing varying levels of mischievousness and slight concern.

Sure, they may have pressured you into playing a little, but if it really made you uncomfortable, well, they didn’t wanna cross any lines...

[itsleese]

bruh part two of seven minutes in heaven made me SWEAT 💦💦 💦 so fucking good oh my god. Bakugo's right tho- Shouto does seem like he's getting more attention. That can change next time tho lolol~ anyway holy shit it was so well done. 1000/10

maybe katsu needs to be a bit more dominating then, hah?

😈😈😈

[psychedelic-ink]

ohh finally got home to spam your inbox :))

congratulations lovely!! you deserve every bit of it and much more💋💋

😈- 7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN: sende me a character and a prompt from this list (+18 only)

❝  did i say you could speed up?  fuck me slowly like a good [chosen term] or i’ll make you stop completely.  ❞

with matt? ehehehe

the prompt list is amazing btw

✨join the celebration ✨

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader

prompt: ❝did i say you could speed up?  fuck me slowly like a good [chosen term] or i’ll make you stop completely.❞

warnings: choking, bdsm dynamics, reader's on top, dom!matt, sub!reader, the use of good girl

+18 content under the cut | minors dni

"That's it just like that," Matt's chest rumbled as he spoke, his voice deep and gravely. "Enjoy that cock you've been waiting for,"

His large hands squeezed your hips, guiding the sloppy roll of your hips. His dark hair stuck to his forehead, Matt swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as a bead of sweat rolled down his temple. His eyes fluttered closed, dark eyelashes kissing the underside of his eyes. A shaky whisper of his name left your parted lips. The way his cock stretched you wide made your eyes roll back. He felt so good, so good that you couldn’t contain yourself. The curve of his cock reached your deepest parts, your moans grew louder. Your fingers sprawled against his broad chest, nails raking his pale skin as the rock of your hips became faster.

Suddenly, a growl ripped from his throat. The mere noise sent a shiver up your spine, your legs trembling.

“Did I say you could speed up?” his blunt nails dug into your skin. “Fuck me slowly like a good girl or I’ll make you stop completly. Understand?”

You swallowed.

“Y-Yes,” your voice sounded meek laced with desperation.

With his command you slow down your movements, your thighs shaking as you grind your hips. The shaft of his cock rubbing slowly against the fluttering walls of your cunt. Small whines fell from your lips. Tears began to stung the corner of your eyes. Matt was completely unaware or he just didn’t care, he was completely blissed out, his head thrown back and plump lips spread wide as he groaned. When his cock was buried deep inside, your aching cunt squeezed around him. He whispered your name.

But it just wasn’t enough.

“Matt,” you whispered. “Matty– Please…Can– Can I go faster?”

“I thought I made myself completely clear,” he tutted, slightly raising his hips as if to bury more of himself into you, if possible. “If you’re adamant on not being a good girl, we can always stop–”

“No no!” you cut him off, worry filling your chest. “I’ll…I’ll go slow– Promise.”

A small tugged at the corner of his lips.

“That’s my good girl.”

[psychedelic-ink]

Congratulations again!

😈- with Stephen Strange (surprise surprise)

9)  for sender to slowly massage over receiver’s body to relax their muscles and sooth the receiver after dominating them. 

✨join the celebration ✨

pairing: stephen strange x fem!reader

prompt: for sender to slowly massage over receiver’s body to relax their muscles and sooth the receiver after dominating them.

+18 content under the cut | minors dni

Shadows danced across the walls as the flame of the cinnamon scented candle flickered. You could do nothing else but stare at the dark shapes dancing, your body sore and muscles throbbing. Stephen had disappeared into the living room, saying he was going to bring you water. It had been five minutes since he left.

The multiple orgasms had taken a toll on your body, your cunt still twitching uncontrollably as you tried to put together your scattered mind. Despite not wanting more, your body still ached for him. For his touch, for his warmth.

"Sorry I kept you long,"

Your heart immediately fluttered at the voice. A smile spread across your damp lips, it was the only thing you could do since even the mere act of turning your head seemed impossible at the given moment. The bed dipped under his weight, the rich scent of...something reached your nose. It smelled fresh.

"Do you want water?" he asked.

You shook your head, "No, but what's that smell?"

"Rosehip oil," the clatter of glass bottles reached your ear. "I was a bit rough on you tonight... so I thought I would massage you,"

"Aw that's sweet, Strange." you teased, smirking. "Sometimes I forget you're actually such a softie."

He chuckled, "Well, don't get used to it."

Stephen helped you turn over on to your stomach and started to pour a generous amount of the rosehip oil. It felt nice against your warm skin. His fingers expertly started to rub it into you skin and you couldn't help but moan at the way they kneed your sore muscles. His thumbs pressed on each side of your spine, he slid them up.

"God," you groaned, your body melting into the touch. "Since when were you so good at this?"

"I'm generally good with my fingers," he cooed, placing a quick kiss on your nape. "I thought you already knew that."

[psychedelic-ink]

Hail Wordsmith🌹 - I did warn you I'd come back for more, didn't I? But this time instead of pining and angst, I'm looking for something to do with the pleasures of the flesh. With Stephen Strange, ofc; the only Doctor, Hero, and subject of fantasies for me.

😈- 7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN: send me a character and a prompt from this list (+18 only)

24)  for the sub to sit on the dom’s lap with their cock/strap inside them,  meant to be completely still until they are given permission to move. For Dom Stephen x Sub Female Reader.

Please and thank you, once again!😚

PS Do feel free to let it go on for 7x7 Minutes in Heaven--or more🔥

✨ seven minutes in heaven masterlist ✨

pairing: stephen strange x fem!reader

prompt: for the sub to sit on the dom’s lap with their cock/strap inside them,  meant to be completely still until they are given permission to move.

warnings: bd.sm undertones, dom!stephen , sub!reader, mild dirty talking, cockwarming kinda?

+18 content under the cut | minors dni

"You're twitching again,"

You only groan at Stephen's warning. He pays you no attention as he turns the page of his book. A knot forms in your throat as you look at him, trying to piece your mind together as to why this is happening.

The back of his head was laid against the headboard as he sat on the bed, you were straddling him, his cock buried deep into your dripping cunt. You had expected some good old fashioned sex but instead he had told you not to move until told otherwise and reached towards his book. It was absolute torture.

The aforementioned twitching was due to your thighs. You couldn't help it. Your body didn't know how else to react with Stephen inside of you. Desperately you wanted to move, jump up and down his cock until he was cumming white ribbons inside of you-- but you couldn't. Biting your bottom lip, tears begin to glimmer in your eyes, a soft sniffle coming from your nose.

He finally looks up from his book, his eyebrow raised and the right corner of his lip curled up.

"Are you crying?" he teases, closing his book. "Do you want to get fucked that badly?"

You whimper while you nod. He keens as he leans closer, his soft lips grazing the underside of your chin. A shudder climbs up your spine and you gently roll your hips. Stephen clicks his tongue and pulls back.

"Bad girls don't get rewards," he tuts, opening his book and continuing to read from where he left off. A lone tear slid down the apple of your cheek. "Behave and you'll get what you want,"

After that you don't dare to breathe, waiting patiently until Stephen decides you're his good girl.

It is torture of the highest degree.

[psychedelic-ink]

😈- 7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN: sende me a character and a prompt from this list (+18 only)

again with this one skxmeldkxf

❝  you can cry,  but you’re not allowed to make a sound.  understood?  ❞

peter 🥺?

✨join the celebration ✨

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

prompt: ❝  you can cry,  but you’re not allowed to make a sound.  understood?  ❞

warnings: mild dacryphilia, doing it in an empty alley, dom!peter, sub!reader, he's a bit of a mean dom, you can read this as any peter but i used tom for the banner <33

+18 content under the cut | minors dni

Tears stained your cheeks. Peter had you pressed up against the outer wall of one of the many buildings in New York. Your palms felt the rough surface as you leaned against it. Peter's clothed cock rubbed between your ass cheeks and you couldn't help but moan, your legs already trembling.

"You can cry," Peter breathed out, his breath ghosting over your damp skin. "But you're not allowed to make a sound. Understood?"

You shudder at the sound of his voice, another whimper escaping your lips as you try to contain the noise. His chest was flushed against your back, you could feel the muscles from the outline of his suit. Another whimper escaped you. Upon hearing the barely audible noise Peter pressed further against the small of your back. You winced at the strain. Still, the fact that you knew he was holding his strength back made your cunt slicker.

"What did I just say?" he growled. "You better listen or I'm going to fuck your thighs and leave you a soaking mess--"

"O-Okay, I won't make any noise, promise,"

Your breath hitched, the wait for his cock was unbearable. You heard a zipper and it was quickly followed by the blunt tip of his cock against your entrance. He pushed in, groaning as your pretty cunt squeezed his cock. He hadn’t even bottomed out yet, but he could feel the way you were drooling over his cock. Peter buried the rest of his length into your pussy with one swift thrust. Your whole upper body jolted as you pressed the side of your cheek to the wall. You bit your bottom lip furiously as you tried to keep quiet.

Without skipping a beat, Peter pulled his hips back and thrust forward. His speed was relentless. Your body quivered, spasmed, strings of slick stretching out each time he pulled away from your messy cunt. Then you felt his lips against your nape, placing soft kisses in contrary to how hard he was fucking you. Tear slid freely down your cheeks, a know forming in your throat at how good it felt.

"That's it, you're listening to me so well," he whispered, lips moving against your neck. "I promise to treat you so well after this."

[psychedelic-ink]

😈- 7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN: send me a character and a prompt from this list (+18 only)

“come here. sit in my lap and tell me what you want,  [chosen term for sub]” with michael kinsella😖

✨ seven minutes in heaven masterlist ✨

pairing: michael kinsella x fem!reader

prompt: ❝ come here. sit in my lap and tell me what you want,  [chosen term for sub]❞

warnings: dirty talking, the use of slut & whore, dom!micheal, sub!reader, lots of clothed grinding, fingering

a/n: anon i dont know who you are but thank you, getting this request made me so so unbelievably happy

+18 content under the cut | minors dni

You nervously stare at Michael from the threshold of the study. He was typing away something, what it was you had no idea nor did you had the urge to ask. You were supposed to be a sleep, the cold air going through your nightgown and making you shiver. Taking a step inside, you flinch at the way the wood creaks under your bare feet.

Michael straightens up and turns to you with ease thanks to the revolving chair. He raises his eyebrows.

"What are you doing up so late?" he asks. "Did I wake you?"

You shake your head, walking and standing an inch away from him as he looks up at you with concern.

"Couldn't sleep," you mutter, averting your gaze. "Missed you,"

A small smile tugs at the corner of Michael's lips, if you didn't know him the way that you did, you might've missed it. You know that he wants to act as if you not being able to sleep without him doesn't make him happy, but it does. That wasn't all. You had an itch that was begging to be scratched. The heat between your legs made you toss and turn in bed with frustration, you needed him to put that fire out.

He seems to understand this by the way your pupils dilate, the way you bite your bottom lip as you stare into his eyes longingly. Michael's hand comes down to his lap.

"Come here. Sit in my lap and tell me what you want, pet."

Your mouth salivates upon hearing the name he gave you months ago. A shiver climbs up your spine and your lips part with a gasp of air. You do as he asks, straddling his lap as he wraps his muscular arms around your waist. When he gazes upon you all you can do is stare at his lips.

"Tell me what you want," he repeats.

"I--" you swallow, your tongue suddenly feeling two times too big in your mouth. "I want...I want to...have sex,"

A pout forms on your lips when he chuckles.

"That's quite frank of you to say," he teases, leaning closer. His breath ghosts over your face. "What makes you think I have the time to fuck a dirty whore like yourself?"

Your legs tremble at the way his voice goes down an octave, your loins begins to burn with anticipation and a whine escapes your lips. Then, much like a tidal wave, a sudden rush of pleasure washes over you when Micheal grinds his hips up against your core. Your hands claw his chest and you moan, his smile widens, grinding up into your clothed cunt once more.

"Fuck," he groans, hands on your hips. "I bet I can get you to cum like this-- My sweet, eager, perfect slut--"

"Yes," you breathe out. "Please Michael,"

He tuts, "Poor thing..."

His hands guide you as you begin to roll your hips, you can feel the prominent bulge under his sweatpants. It makes your thighs tremble. The way his fingers squeeze your ass, the way he groans into your neck as your grind your dripping cunt makes your mind go numb. Your panties now completely see through. Your insides clenching, you moan out his name, wet lips parting as you bury your face into his neck.

"That's it, you're going to feel so good after this-- Come on, cum for me,"

Michael starts to thumb your clit, his fingers rubbing between your clothed folds and humming as he feels how wet your truly were. The movement of your hips becomes sloppy, uneven, uncalculated. Your breathing ragged as he mercilessly plays with your engorged clit. Saliva dribbles down the corner of your lips as you chant his name over and over again, begging him to push you over the edge-- And he does.

Your toes curl and your back arches, Micheal doesn't stop playing with you as your cunt gushes with slick. A raspy groan rips from your throat as the overwhelming bliss of pleasure hits you like a truck. You can't help but start to bounce up and down on his lap, as if his cock was inside of you, and when you did the way his thumb grazes against your clit sends jolts of electricity up your spine. Everything about him feels so good. It makes you crave more. You need him.

"Now that's a good pet," he purrs, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses all over your neck. "But you're not satisfied are you? Not yet anyway,"

"N-No," you moan, hips still grinding against him. " 'Need more,"

"I know you do," his lips touches the side of your chin, nibbling your sensitive skin. "And don't worry, I'm not going to stop until you pass out-- That way you'll have to sleep."