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keravnous · 1 year

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wanna go where the girls are young and dumb? ; christoph waltz x fem!reader (smut, 18+)

being c. waltz's sugarbaby - the playlist

Your mother dragged you along to southern France for the summertime. Thus, you are forced to spend your spring break with your stepdad.

warnings: stepdad!christoph, lowkey sugardaddy!christoph, age gap (the reader is in her early 20s, christoph is in his 50s), finally putting my native language to good use, daddy kink, light choking, power play, riding/reverse cowgirl, fingering, pet names, name calling, unprotected sex, slight cumplay and breeding, multiple orgasms, viagra (unrealistic effects), controlling/possessive!christoph, bratty!reader, christoph's a little dark in this so heed the warning, he really just wants to wreck you he's been waiting long enough

translations: Liebes - love; Na, sieh mal einer an wer uns heute noch mit ihrer Anwesenheit beehrt - Well, someone's seen fit to grace us with their presence; Oh, das machen wir aber nicht - Oh, we won't do that, won't we

word count: 11,4k

choosing a gif for this was really just playing what's my favourite waltz era

the title is from the song young & dumb by cigarettes after sex

thank you v for not giving up on me <3

"Na, sieh mal einer an, wer uns heute noch mit ihrer Anwesenheit beehrt. Where have you been?", your stepdad's voice is hard enough to cut steel and you freeze dead in your tracks, white heels dangling from your hand. Well, fuck - so much for sneaking back in quietly.

The huge wooden doors to the living room are opened - and you can see Christoph sitting on the sofa facing the lobby, in the shadows of the room, dimly lit by candles. Your feet are pressing against the polished marble, warm skin on cool stone. It's still hot outside, only a small breeze ruffling the leaves of the trees and rolling in through the opened windows, toying gently with the hem of your nearly see-through, white linen dress.

This place could easily be heaven on earth - the old, 18th century countryside bastide with its lush citrus and olive trees, near a cliff at the water and a sleepy, small town nearby - weren't it for the devil himself.

Your vision zeroes in on him - your mother's boyfriend and soon to be husband - and you try your best to glare into the dim abyss of the barely lit living room.

"Why do you care?", you spit, ready to storm upstairs. You just want some peaceful silence, not whatever the fuck he's on about.

And, like he can sense what you are about to do, like he sees the way your calf-muscles twitch, he says softly: "Don't you dare moving an inch, Liebes." His velvety voice drips with acid honey; a threat in candy-wrappers. A frost descends with his voice, making you shiver.

"I am not -"

"Where have you been?", Christoph asks again, voice menacingly calm. He sounds like he knows.

Like he knows, that you have been out to get laid.

You had met a pretty, young man and shared a few flirtatious looks with him at the farmer's market just yesterday. Your French was sufficient to get the necessities across and thus, he was quick to grasp that you wanted to fuck. Sneaking out of the house around 10 you rode your bike to his place, only to find out that what he had to offer in looks - long, dark, and curly hair and eyes like the ocean - he lacked in experience. He had been clumsy and after he tried to finger you for what seemed to be an eternity of aimless thrusting and unpassionate rubbing, you had told him to fuck off and drove back home. You just want to go upstairs, get yourself off, shower and go to sleep.

But you can't just say that, can you? And thus, you blink, unnerved, hissing: "You are not my fucking father."

You wish you could see his face, see his reaction, but it is hidden by flickering shadows. You decide that tonight's not the night to be the pawn in one of his strange games. Thus, you suck in a deep breath, before eventually sighing: "I am going upstairs. Good night."

"Ah ah ah", he scolds and you can see him taking a drag of his cigarette, the tip of it gleaming before he is exhaling smoke that curls into the air, the thick mist illuminated by the flickering glow of the candles, "Is that a way to speak to the man who keeps you in college?"

"I am not having this conversation right now."

"But I will", he raises his eyebrows and you feel glued to the spot, helpless.

Something prevents you from just leaving. You do not know what it is, but you recall a few encounters in which he had a similar effect on you - where he intimidated you into submission. Another shiver crawls up your spine at the thought.

"Step inside here for a moment, please", and as you don't move, his voice turns cold - like you are in real fucking trouble, "I won't be asking you again."

Making a great show out of your reluctant-ness, you groan, rolling your eyes, before you unwillingly drop your shoes onto the marble. Entering the living room, you sigh audibly, throwing your head back a little in exasperation, coming to a halt only a few steps into the room.

Christoph seems bored by your behaviour, deliberately stomps his cigarette out in the antique ashtray before crossing his arms. He's wearing linen, too - in a fruitless attempt to combat the heat - the first few buttons of his shirt opened. You can see the greying chest hair peeking through from where you are standing, dusted on his skin like silver threads.

You are annoyed - annoyed by the pretty young Frenchman who turned out to be an absolute disastrous disappointment, annoyed by being stuck here in the middle of nowhere, annoyed by the heat, annoyed by Christoph looking at you the way he does, annoyed by the way his strict gaze has your stomach tingling.

Annoyed by how pretty he looks in the golden candle light.

The thought hits you like a chair to the head and you sway a little, hands gripping the edges of the armchair in front of you. You swallow, trying to fight the thought. The light toys with his features, has his eyes gleaming and the grey hair on his temples looking like fluid silver.

You can feel his gaze roaming your body, burning and heavy, as his eyes wander up and down - taking in both, your curves, and your underwear visible through the white linen.

"Come closer."

You do not want to. You want to hide behind the chair, safe from the confusing mind games he likes to play.

But you don't. Instead, like a puppet on his strings, you take two steps forward and into the room, standing there uselessly. Disarmed, your only weapon left is your tongue.

"What the fuck do you want?", it comes out rude, brash. Christoph chuckles, unimpressed. For a second, you two just stare each other - a silent battle of authority and obstreperousness.

"Closer", is all he says, with the steadiness of a victory.

"I don't have time for this", your voice breaks, irritated and a little unsteady around the edges. Christoph looks at you, unfazed but something small changes. It's in his eyes, something that grows stern and unrelenting. If your little display of brattiness a few minutes earlier was a joke to him, your behaviour now was an insult.

And thus, a little intimidated by him, you comply, carefully taking a few steps forward until only a couple long strides part the two of you.

It does not seem to satisfy him.

"Closer."

You furrow your brows and close the gap, mere inches between your and his knee. He looks up at you, eyes cold.

"That's it. Sit", you blink dumbly as Christoph pats his thigh, his tone light in an odd, uncanny contrast to the way he looks at you.

Alright, no. Absolutely not.

You aren't sure if he's joking. It must be a sick joke. Maybe he finds it funny: his adult stepdaughter sitting on his lap. You do not move.

You are certain, he will break any second - for Christ's sake, he's an actor - he's just joking. He will break. His lips will curl up any second now --

Looking at his serious face, stern gaze boring deep deep into your soul, you grow certain that he is indeed serious. Very serious.

You gulp. "I am not doing this. This is so fucking inappropriate."

"And I am not discussing this. Sit."

God knows, Christoph isn't - never was - very patient. And you can feel it, too; he oozes with it, the way his gaze grows cold as ice and you nearly stumble over your own feet as your body gives in. He is fucking intimidating, especially when the façade of the European gentleman crumbles, drops, like it does right now - leaves you wondering, what he is capable of. And you do not want to find out. Thus, your brain barely has enough time to fight it or to reason with you, you step closer and sink down on his lap. You legs dangle over his left knee while you avoid his gaze.

Let's get this fucking over with then.

"There you go, that wasn't so hard, now, was it?"

"N-no", you shake your head, feeling the heat of his body radiating through both of your linen clothes. It should feel odd, and maybe it does just a little, sitting on your fucking stepfather's lap like this, but -- it also doesn't feel that bad. It is strangely comforting, with his rich, warm scent now wrapping you in. You have always liked his perfume - a subtle wooden scent, of vetiver and a subtle splash of mint. Sublime, sophisticated.

One of his slender, large hands wraps around your hips, holds you in place, the other gently takes your hand, fingers brushing over yours.

"I -- where's my mother?", you hold onto it like a lifeline.

"Asleep." And there it goes - the lifeline slips out of your hands and you drown in the dark, deep sea that is his presence, all light out of reach as you sink deeper, nothing else remaining but him. Still, you can't help but notice that his voice sounds cold, distant, and you wonder why.

You recall something your mother had told you just days before the flight to southern France. Her voice echoes in your skull as you remember sitting in her spacious living room, picking out a few dresses for her to wear on vacation. "He's not even touching me anymore, honey, I don't know -" - "Ew, Mom! I don't wanna know, my god!"

You wonder, if their little paradise is already crumbling, turning ugly around the edges, and a part of you wishes for it to be true. You want him gone. But there's also a small voice in the back of your head that panics at the thought. You like your life like this - you can't deny the fact that he keeps you afloat financially, that whatever you want or need - you don't even have to ask for it, he just buys it. Like it's nothing. It's comfortable and easy and you would most likely miss it.

No - you are certain you would. Life's never been that easy for you.

It's fucked up, really. You still remember meeting him, and in the beginning, you got along just fine. Blimey, even.

Getting to know him started off well. Your mother had met him at the theatre while he had been working there and despite her being shy around him, he quickly convinced her to Just try it. The first time you had met Christoph in person was at a dinner at your mother's place during Christmas break and he had been so charming, so soft and well-spoken that he had made you feel right at ease, even though you were sitting across someone so familiar with the limelight and the high society of Hollywood.

It had been nice. You found out that he was recently divorced, with children around your age. You told him about college and your future goals. It had been homely and down to earth, just nice.

And thus, you didn't think much of it as last year's spring break rolled around, returning to your childhood and now their part time-shared Los Angeles home, as he was knocking on the door of your old teenage bedroom. "It's just a little something I got you - a special gift for my new stepdaughter, perhaps? The sale's lady said it would be - quite fitting - for a young woman your age." And Christoph had been so so charming that you didn't think much of it, as you unwrapped the large box.

Inside had been a set of lingerie, made of fine, white lace with frills. The soft fabric had felt and looked expensive and you had gasped - the set so pretty that for a short while, you had forgotten how inappropriate it was for him to gift you such things.

As you finally, after returning to your dorm and showing the gift to your roommate ("Girl, that's just creepy."), came to realize just how wrong it was, a sleek beige box awaited you on your bed one night in the dorm as you returned from your classes. Inside had been a Chanel dress, all pale-pink, flowers and bows ("Shit, that one's kind of pretty").

Christoph had kept sending you gifts: jewellery, dresses, lingerie. You dutifully called every single time and thanked him and he usually only chuckled, stating that it was nothing. You know you should have told your mother. It felt off and you knew that it was, too.

But you just didn't.

Unbeknownst to you, he was testing the waters. Every time you'd see him from then on, he would put you through agonizingly long inquiries about what you did on campus, who you were seeing. He would make it painfully obvious that he was checking your credit card billings and whenever there was something out of the ordinary, he would bring it up casually in the following conversation.

You remember going out with some guy from your lecture, meeting at a place you had never been at before. The date had gone horrible and to not lead him on, you had paid for yourself - even though he insisted otherwise. Christoph had enjoyed seeing you squirm, bathed in your shame and uneasiness, as he asked you if the drinks were as horrible as he believed them to be.

That's when the tables kind of turned. You figured that he was just a rich and controlling asshole that had barged into your life, had belittled you and had ruined your fucking peace. Maybe he was an award-winning actor but to you, that didn't matter.

You were fucking glad, that he kept the relationship to you mother out of the public eye. You didn't even want to imagine the media attention. You didn't even want to imagine what he had to say about you - "My stepdaughter? Oh, she's just whoring about, that unthankful little girl, don't you worry about her."

His mellow voice rips you out of your memory. "So, what are we doing about you breaking my rules tonight?"

You nearly burst out a laugh - you are in your twenties; you are allowed to do whatever the fuck you want. His made up, bullshit rules do not apply to you - quite frankly, up until now, they did not even fucking exist to you. He never told you there were any in the first place.

Not that you would have cared, anyways.

"You have no authority over me", you say, but doesn't come out half as cool as you wanted it to. Christoph's lips curls into a smile, gaze wandering over your face. His fingers brush over yours and then he leans in, voice low:

"We both know, that is not what this is about."

Something in your stomach tingles and you want to rip it out with both hands. "What-", you whisper, seriously confused.

"I have seen what little - well, shall we call them movies, darling? - you watch when you're alone", he purrs and then smiles, all dimples and small lines around his eyes, flashes his white teeth at you. A shiver runs down your spine.

You blink dumbly. What? Jesus Christ, please no - oh no. Oh shit.

Mortification burns high on your cheeks; your skin grows warm and red with it. You immediately know what he's talking about and his invasion of your privacy has your head swimming.

"You checked my fucking browser history?", you blurt out.

"Checked", he huffs, seemingly amused, "If you leave your phone laying around unlocked--" Christoph shrugs, gestures helplessly as if he's trying to justify eating ownerless chocolates.

You can feel your gut sinking. "Y-you--", you can't help but wonder how much he's seen, what exactly he's seen. You can't help your mind from wandering there - wandering to what he thought, if he liked what he saw. Stop it, fucking stop it.

"I--?", Christoph smiles smugly, raising an eyebrow.

You wonder if he saw the countless videos of older men fucking younger women, making them beg and cry, teaching them manners. You remember one porn you have watched plenty of times - the one of a greying man tossing a young woman around, ripping her underwear apart, slapping her face and tits and railing her until she was crying, gripping her hair and spitting in her face.

You remember how deep you had plunged your fingers into your tight cunt, squeezing around them at the thought of an eloquent and handsome older man railing you until you couldn't walk, having his way with you for his pleasure, and his alone. Every single time you watched that one porn you came hard, harder than the time before, draining your sheets with your squirt until it ran down your legs. As fucked up as it is, just the memory of it has your pussy aching right in this moment, wetness pooling between your legs.

Shame crawls up your spine at the thought that he knows - that he has seen the frequency of it popping up in your browsing history. Maybe he had even clicked on it, watched it a little, indulged in your secret little fantasy. The thought has your cheeks burning red with humiliation, but there's also something else, something primal clawing at your insides, making your lower stomach tingle.

"This is none of your business", your voice is small and quiet, your eyes avoiding his drilling gaze.

"Oh, but what if it is?", Christoph's eyes gleam mischievously.

"Excuse me?", you blurt out, heart racing in your chest.

"Mh well", he weighs his head from one side to the other a little, as if he's carefully considering a thought, "You know, if you wanted what you saw in those little movies you could've just asked me?"

He says it so nonchalantly, as if he's talking about buying some milk. You blink, completely speechless.

"Do you want to know why? Why you could've just asked me?", and you nod, head swimming a little, "Because I do not want some dirt-poor, hicktown-boy touching what is mine."

Your breath hitches, and he shrugs. "There's no need for you to compensate your fantasies elsewhere any longer, Liebes, hm?", his voice is soft, dark and deep, like soft silk wrapping you in, "I can give you exactly what you crave."

It feels like your brain has just blown a fuse, blinking at him dumbly. His lips tilt up, one of his hands brushing over your knee. "You just have to say it, darling. Just say the word", and you feel like drowning in the grey sky of his eyes, loins tingling, "I can make you feel good, better than the young men can."

You swallow, excitement bubbling up in your stomach, hitching your breath. It's not like you haven't thought about it, about him - the memory buried deep, deep in the darkest corner of your brain.

You should say no. This is not okay, it will hurt your mother. It's not right. It is inappropriate, at best.

But you are also so fucking horny still, your whole body aching for a touch and the way he looks at you - your fucking stepdad who's a full-blown, silvery 30 years older than you - has tingles spreading through your limbs, fire spreading in your loins. Fuck it.

"Y-yes", you whisper instead of doing the right thing - the spirit willing but the flesh weak -,"Yes, please."

And then, he leans in.

Christoph's kiss is soft and firm, and goosebumps roll over your skin at the thought that it doesn't feel foreign or odd, like if it isn't the first time, he kissed you. It feels a lot like coming home, returning to a familiar touch - it's the way he grabs your waist, mostly, like he just knows how to touch you.

His hand brushes over the small of your back, tips gently stroking your warm skin through your dress, before snaking around your waist and pulling you closer - just as his tongue brushes over your lower lip. The other crawls up your leg, grabs the flesh of your thigh, gropes you and feels you up.

You part your lips obediently, letting Christoph's tongue slip past, brushing over yours. He tastes like cigarettes and liquor and you inhale deeply through your nose - his scent wafting around you, rich, and deep, and sophisticated.

One of your hands comes up, cups his cheek, and pulls him closer. You have never been kissed like this before, never with so much verve, so much lust. He kisses like only a man his age does, like he has tasted a hundred women, but decided you tasted best.

The hand on your leg sneaks higher, and you spread your legs needily, allowing it to slip past and between your thighs. Christoph wastes no time, his index-finger pressing against your pussy, gently rubbing it along your panty-clad folds. You are wet already; the fabric damp and you can feel your loins going up in flames as he rubs you through the thin lace.

Christoph eventually breaks the kiss, has you panting against his mouth, his lips curl up in a smug smile. His fingers dance of your cunt, gently circling your clit through your lace string. "Those boys never treat you right, do they?", he is right, he always is, has you gasping quietly, rocking your hips against his digits, "Only I get to touch you, from now on. Do you understand?"

And you nod, mind already a little hazy, nothing more important than the pulling in your stomach and the wetness between your legs. "Yes", you sigh, leaning into his touch.

"Yes --? You will address me properly", his other hand grabs your chin, "That's certainly not hard to do, now, is it?"

You swallow, your cheeks turning red once more as he digs deep into your fantasies. "Yes, Daddy", you say quietly, the word heavy on your tongue, fresh arousal flooding your cunt.

Christoph hums, visibly satisfied, thumb caressing your jaw and a soft gaze wandering over your face, takes you in, before it grows cold again, as he pulls his hands away.

"Let Daddy see what's his, then", and you follow his stern command.

Hooking your legs over his thighs you practically present yourself to him, the soft velvet cushions pressing against your calves as your back sinks against his chest - the soft material of your dress pooling between your spread legs. Christoph's hands roam over your body - from your hips up up up, brush over your stomach and then cup your tits through your flowy linen dress. His grip is firm and he squeezes them a little, making them spill out of your bra.

You gasp, looking down at his hands and watching the way they fondle your tits, pulling the hem of your dress down and hooks the fabric underneath your breasts. Being so lewdly exposed to him, reduced to being a pretty object to admire and to fondle with, has your head swimming, sparks shooting down your thighs.

"I'll show you off, hm, my pretty little girl? What do you think?", he whispers, one of his slender, large hands cupping your left tit and twisting your nipple between his fingers, "Taking you with me everywhere, let everyone see just how beautiful you are." You gasp, nodding frantically at the thought of being his pretty and expensive little arm-candy - all dolled up and looking pretty for him on the red carpet, adorned in shining jewellery and flowing dresses.

"Let's take this off, shall we?", Christoph tugs at the linen dress and helps you out of it, tosses it to the ground carelessly. You can feel his gaze roaming over your body as he looks over your shoulder, feel heat creeping up your cheeks as you suddenly realize that you wearing one of the lingerie sets, he had gifted you a couple of weeks ago.

A low growl leaves his throat, has the hairs on your arms standing up. "Have you been wearing this for him?", he sing-songs catatonically, his index finger hooks underneath the strap of your string, lets it snap back against your skin.

You have, but it makes you feel stupid now. Childish. Like you have done something laughable. Shame bubbles in your stomach and you feel the urgent need to explain yourself to him: "Y-yes, but--"

"Sh, be quiet", Christoph says softly, his hands casually making quick work of your bra, unclasping it, pulling the strings down your arms, and tossing it into the darkness of the room, "It's fine. You didn't know any better, did you, Liebes?"

"N-no, I didn't", you squeal, the cool air brushing over your hardened nipples, making you shiver while his hands run down your body.

"And do you think, it's fair that he gets to see you all dolled-up like this? In something I have bought you?"

Your teeth catch your lower lip as you shake your head. "Right", his thumb brushes over the strap of your lace string, "And why is that?"

You swallow. You know what Christoph wants to hear and you might just be very willing to give it to him. "Because I belong to you", you say quietly, your stomach fluttering after the words left your mouth.

"That's right", his thumb toys with the lace trimming of the string, "You always have, haven't you?"

You blink. "Huh?"

"Don't be stupid, now."

"I -- I don't-", and he tsks at your aimless stuttering.

"My pretty little airhead", Christoph coos, "Why do you think I bagged your mother?", and suddenly - it clicks. Like a heavy lock falling shut.

You remember the first day of rehearsal at the theatre. It had been his first day there and you had driven your mother, who was responsible for the stage designs, to work since she still had a broken thumb from working on the furniture and was pumped up on painkillers. Saying your goodbyes, you had been seeing him standing a few feet away, smiling at the two of you. You had paid it no mind - especially later, since he ended up going out with your mother. But he hadn't been smiling over the situation, he had been smiling at you. You. Not your mom.

The realization hits you like a freight train, leaves you breathless. "I always get what I want."

"Oh", you make dumbly, mouth agape a little, while his fingers dance over your panty-clad pussy.

"You are just a dumb little baby, aren't you?", for a split second his hand leaves you, only to come down rather hard, as he gives your cunt a firm slap, "I think, I might have to fuck some sense into you."

You squeal, a sharp gasp escaping your lips but you can't help it, as you feel fresh wetness pooling between your legs, rocking your hips against the palm of his hand. "Yeah, I thought so", he sounds rather pleased, lips brushing over the shell of your ear, "Nothing more on your dumb little brain than getting off, hm?"

"Y-yes", you croak, flinching as he strikes your aching cunt another time, moaning sweetly, "Daddy - fuck - p-please!"

"I know just how you feel", his other hand grabs your tit roughly, gropes you, pinching your nipple, "You made Daddy jack off to you so often, princess. Can't wait to see if you're really that tight."

And with that, he unceremoniously pulls your string to the side and you sigh, as your plush and hot skin gets exposed to the cool air.

One of his fingers immediately brushes over your slick folds, and you can hear him hum, a low sound that ignites your lust, has you gasping softly.

"Mh, so wet already, aren't you?", you are, you can hear it. You can hear your juices squelching as his finger runs up and down your cunt, circling your hole and giving your clit the slightest bit of stimulation. Your whole body tingles with it, and you look down, watch him exploring your wet pussy. And maybe, just maybe, you have thought about this, too - with your vibrator pressed snugly against your clit and fingers plunged deep in your cunt - maybe, the thought of him had been flashing through your mind, made you cum at least once.

Christoph's lips brush over your neck, goosebumps spreading over your skin, his free hand wrapping around one of yours. "C'mere, let me show you how wet you are for your Daddy, princess."

And you moan quietly, as he guides your hand between your legs, runs your fingers through your folds. You are incredibly wet, wetter than you have ever been and you gasp at the sensation as his hand guides your fingers through your slick. It's thick and watery and warm and your mouth falls agape at just how much there is of it. It drips down your cojoined fingers, that glide along your folds easily, runs over the palm of Christoph's hand and over his wrist.

"I have never seen a cunt wetter than yours", he whispers and you mewl, gaze dropping down between your legs, watching him guiding your fingers over your pussy. The grip on your fingers is firm and his movements come to a halt, as your digits brush right over your clit. Your breath audibly hatches and you mewl, the slightest bit of stimulation already having you begging for more.

Christoph grins against your warm skin, teeth brushing over the soft flesh. He knows that you had had sex before - he has seen the messages you sent to your roommate about the boys from class, about the one with the pretty blonde hair - but he can't help but notice how you turn into puddy in his hands, like you have never been touched before. Like a fucking virgin. It makes his blood boil, dick straining against his trousers, wanting to see you come apart under the touch of his hands. He wants to see you go insane on his cock, until there is nothing else left but him - all your flings from college washed from your mind - a clean slate for him to claim, ruin.

"Are you always that needy? I don't even want to think about how poorly he must've touched you", Christoph mumbles against your neck, tongue darting out, licking a wet stripe over your warm skin before moving his fingers along with yours, rubbing slow and wide circles over your clit, "I bet it was downright pathetic."

Your hips buck and you gasp, eyelids fluttering. "Oh god, yes", you breathe, feeling your own wetness beneath your fingertips, and the lust sparking in your loins like a wildfire, "Yes, it was."

The way Christoph touches you is just so so different from what you experienced earlier - his slender fingers move yours skilfully, rubbing your clit like he just knows how you like it, like he's done it a hundred times before. You sink back against him, and he gently removes your hand from your cunt, places it onto your thigh instead - lips brushing and sucking on the back of your neck. "Let me show you how good I can make you feel, darling", he hums, "Let me show you how a real man can make you feel."

And with that, he unceremoniously pulls the lace of your string apart, riiips it cleanly in two, lets the fabric fall to the floor, before spreading your legs further. His fingers dance over your cunt, gliding through your slick, before two of them dive back in on your clit. Rubbing wide, slow circles he has you gasping within seconds, watching his digits working you with your mouth agape - your hole clenches around nothing, hips bucking.

"Does that feel good, princess?", he sounds so so smug, like he knows that it does. You can feel your loins catching fire, slowly rolling your hips against his fingers.

"Y-yes, fuck yes", you huff, moaning quietly.

Christoph's finger delves deeper and circles your hole, has it fluttering under his touch, before he carefully pushes it in. You gasp, and he chuckles, feels the way your walls clench around him.

"You're so tight, princess", he pushes his finger in completely, curls it a little and you moan as it brushes over the spot that usually has you seeing stars - before he starts to move it slowly, agonizingly even, rubs your walls and feels you squeezing him.

Christoph can't wait to fuck you, to get his dick wet, feels himself growing even harder in his slacks at the thought. He has been thinking about it for so long, that touching you makes him a little dizzy, and it needs a whole lot of willpower not to throw you off his lap and push you into the cushions, ass up, pounding into you until you're a drooling, crying mess.

He really wants - needs - to take it slow, get a taste of every single second, make it last as long as he possibly can. He will make you beg for it, drunk with it; drunk with the way he is going to fuck you until you see stars, until there is nothing left on your mind but him and his dick pounding into you, his hands on your body. He had already made you dependant on him financially, and now, finally, he will own your body and its countless pleasures, too.

Christoph smiles to himself, all crinkled crow's feet, and white teeth, as you roll your hips against his finger, desperately adding some more friction. He loves giving it to you: pulls his finger out of you, only to push two back in, stretching your hole out a little. You are so fucking tight around his digits; he can feel the ring of muscles clutching and straining against his fingers. "No one's ever fucked you real good, Liebes, I can tell."

He shoves his fingers deeply into your cunt, gives you a short moment to assess to the feeling, before moving them slowly, fucking your slick in and out of you. First, your hips tremble and then you squirt, moaning deeply, wetness splashing against the palm of Christoph's hand. Gasping, you watch his other hand crawling between your legs, his index-finger slowly circling your clit.

Pleasure shoots through your body and you moan, goosebumps spreading over your body, your heartbeat rattling with lust. "Fuck", you gasp, head lolling back onto his shoulder.

With his lips ghosting over your strained neck, Christoph gently speeds up, harvests the desperate whines and gasps falling from your lips as he pushes his fingers in and out of you.

You feel like you do not even have to tell him what you want, what you like - it is like he hasn't only dug deep into your browser history, but also your brain - like he just knows which switch to flip, how to touch you and how to rile you up with a deadly precision. It also feels oddly familiar - his touch, his smell, your body pressing against his with lust and a thin layer of sweat - like he has known your body for years, like he had fingered and touched you a hundred times before.

And thus, you do not even have to vocalize it, that you need more, need it harder - he just knows, reads you like an opened book or a fucking road sign. Christoph starts to fuck you quickly, his fingers pushing your cream in and out of you, pussy gushing around his digits. Your hand flies to his wrist, clutches it tightly, as you moan and sigh, desperate of any sort of leverage.

The way he fingers you feels so fucking good and you wish it would never end, but you can already feel your muscles clenching and then his other hand starts to rub your clit hard, two slender fingers circling it quickly and you gasp, mewl.

"D-daddy", you shriek, walls clutching around his fingers rapidly as you feel your orgasm approaching quicker than any time before, "I-- I'm gonna-"

"Go ahead", he sounds amused, and the humiliation that floods you at his tone has your orgasm rolling over you, coming loose around his fingers on his command.

Shudders roll over your body as you cum, pathetic whimpers leaving your mouth while Christoph fucks you through your climax, fingers circling your clit and making you squirt against his digits. You are slowly coming back down to earth, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, before you moan, throwing your head back while you rock down on his long fingers, riding out your orgasm. Your juices squelch around his fingers as he rubs them along your walls, your squirt wet the sofa's cushions beneath. You can feel your slick running down your legs, and you gasp.

"There you go", Christoph coos, lips brushing over your exposed shoulder, his other hand still on your throat, thumb brushing over your jaw, "Doesn't that just feel wonderful, angel?"

You nod, a breathless Yes, Daddy escaping your lips - and you are just so turned on, fire in your loins and fresh wetness pooling between your legs, that you can't help it. You continue to roll your hips onto his fingers despite the last remains of your orgasm still rolling over you, gently and slowly rocking down, meeting the equally gentle thrusts of his fingers. Your cunt squelches as you squirt against the palm of his hand.

Christoph whistles lowly, pulls his fingers out of you - leaving you a whimpering mess - takes a good, long look at them in the dim, golden candle light. They glisten with your juices and he considers shoving them into your mouth for a moment, but the way you roll your hips onto him with your ass rubbing over his bulge, is fucking distracting, has him stalling.

"Oh fuck", you gasp, your head falling back on his shoulder, "Oh god, please, 'stoph, please please -"

"Oho", he chuckles smugly, "Still needy, little girl?"

You are. Your cunt aches, like you haven't just cum and made a mess out of the sofa beneath, but you feel so so empty. You need more. You need -

"N-need your cock, please! Daddy, please--", you roll your hips on his crotch, feeling his hard dick pressing against the soft linen, hot and heavy. He feels big against your wet and aching cunt, leaving stains on his expensive slacks, and you can't fucking wait to feel it inside of you.

Christoph grabs your hips hard, stalling your movement and pressing your slick pussy against his bulge. You can feel his hard cock twitching while you stain and wet the fabric and you moan, needily, while his tongue and lips graze over your shoulder, lapping at the soft skin.

And then, he suddenly buries his teeth in your shoulder - gentle but still hard enough to leave a mark - makes you gasp and sob, before he is licking over the bruised and red skin. Christoph's lips move up up up, over your neck, sucking and kissing. His tongue dances over the shell of your ear, his voice nothing but a deep rumble: "I can't wait to fuck you, darling. Been thinking about it a lot, I just can't get enough of you."

Your breath hitches, and you look over your shoulder, your gaze meeting his unrelenting one. "Please", you say quietly, his grey eyes boring into you, "Do it."

And then Christoph leans in, locks his lips with yours once more, licking into your mouth, while one of his hands wanders down, opens the fly of his pants. He is getting impatient now and you are, too, one of your hands joining his and pulling the hem of his boxers down. He is panting into your mouth, against your lips and your hand wraps around his cock, all hot and hard, gives it a few experimental strokes.

You wonder if he will fuck you like he kisses you; like he is going to swallow you whole, like he is never going to let you go again, with the way his nose digs into your cheek and his hands hold you close while his tongue explores your mouth in between open-mouthed kisses full of panting and groaning, leaving your lips plump and plush. You want him to fuck you like that - until there is nothing left but him.

His dick is bigger than you thought, long and just the right girth and you have trouble closing your hand around it fully. The way you stroke him, despite the angle being a little clumsy with your body in the way, has Christoph groaning into your mouth, licking your tongue, and gripping your waist, his other hand dipping back between your legs.

Your pussy is soaked, and he spreads your slick over the hot, plush skin - so responsive from your previous orgasm, that you gasp and moan against his lips, and he catches your lower lip, gently bites, and nibbles at it. Your hand massages his dick, your thumb occasionally flicking over its tip, smearing the drops of precum pooling beneath your digits. Eventually, Christoph is parting from you, cheeks blushed a little and pupils blown wide, swats your hands away. His voice is deep and dark, nothing but a low and soft whisper, that has the hairs on your body standing up as he addresses you again: "You fucking slut."

And that, that has you moaning. You never thought you'd hear such things from him, but the way his eyes grow dark and his voice rumbles in his chest you are certain, that something primal has kicked in his inner doors and makes itself comfortable. "First, you dress up like a whore for a hicktown-boy and now, all I have to do is to give you a cock and you're gone so quickly you won't even let go of it, eh?"

"It's jus'so big, Daddy, feels so good", you slur, already a little gone, trying to get your hands onto him once more. He tuts at you, shakes his head a little. "You'll get it back, sunshine, don't you worry."

Christoph grabs his dick with one hand - the other arm wraps around your frame and adjusts you in his lap, your naked, shivering body resting against his expensive linen - and presses it against your seeping hot cunt. The feeling alone makes your loins tingle, has you spreading your legs further.

You gasp, needy for him to finally fuck you, finally shove his cock into you. "Please, Daddy--", you whine, rolling your hips against his dick, wetting it with your juices.

"Been teasing me for so long", he sounds unnerved while thinking about it, his cock twitches against your hot cunt, "Did that get you off?"

"N-no", you mewl honestly, because you didn't, you did not know what you were doing to him. You feel guilty, wanting to make it right - to finally be good for him.

"Bet it did", he hums, not listening to you, "I will have to teach you some manners, one day."

Shivers tingle on your arms, run down your body and you nod, the promise of a punishment lingering in the air, your hole clenching around nothing at the mere thought of it. You need him - now. Need him to stuff your cunt, fuck you until you are a drooling mess, not a single thought remaining. "Daddy, please, just-"

"You know, I have kids your age", Christoph is slowly rubbing his cock along your cunt, the tip of it nudging against your clit, making you shiver and whimper. The complete and utter filth that leaves his mouth has you squirming on his lap, his tone - smug and calculating - makes him sound nearly proud that he's bagging someone as young and pretty like you. You can feel some fresh wetness spreading between your folds, warm and sticky, as he rubs his precum through them, eventually presses the thick tip against your waiting hole.

Christoph knows that you usually only let someone fuck you with a condom on, he has seen your contraception laying around in your room but he will make sure that tonight's a little different - he'll claim you, pump you full of his cum and make you remember the way it will mingle with your own juices.

Expecting you to protest as he finally pushes in without one on, he is genuinely surprised as you don't; instead, your hole flutters open, invites him in deeply, accompanied by the sweetest, softest, high-pitched moan he may have ever heard. The second your hot walls close around his dick, squeezing him tightly with your hole stretching around his thick cock, his face comes loose.

You can hear Christoph exhale deeply, a pleased and satisfied sound, his eyes falling shut and face growing soft as he relishes in the feeling of your throbbing, wet cunt. His dick isn't only bigger than you thought, it fucking feels like it, too. The thick head presses snugly against your cervix, while your hole stretches around its base, walls pressed against it, feeling his cock throb.

"Ah, that's it", he sighs quietly, hands gently rubbing your hips.

"'S good?", you slur, already a little out of it but wanting to be good for him, good for your Daddy.

"Better than I have ever dared to dream, darling", one of his hands brushes over your thigh, caresses the warm skin.

You sigh with the praise, hole clenching around the thick base of his cock while it stretches you out. "Y'feel so good, Daddy", you mumble, looking down to where his dick vanishes inside of you, has your cunt spread on it.

"That's my polite little girl", Christoph's hand brushes over your stomach, up up up and cups your right tit, gives it a firm squeeze.

"Why don't you start moving, sunshine? Make sure it will keep feeling good for me, hm?", he suggests, silky voice dripping with honey, and he lets go of a ragged breath as you do. Rolling your hips experimentally once, feeling his cock moving inside of you, and you quiver. It gently prods against your cervix with every moment, making you mewl and gasp.

Starting off slowly, you raise your hips and then move them back down carefully, feeling Christoph's cock stretching you out, rubbing along your walls. His hands brush over your thighs, your waist. "There you go, darling", he croons, lips brushing over your shoulders, "Keep going, make me feel good."

And you really want to - thus, you grow braver, lifting your hips and sinking back down quicker, rolling them on his cock. He groans, throaty and deep, hands digging into your thighs. You start to ride his dick, fucking yourself back onto him quickly, hands darting out to his knees, desperate for any sort of leverage as you lift your hips and sink back down.

Moaning, you throw your head back as your body sacks forward a little, back arched and Christoph gives your exposed ass a firm slap, before his hand snakes around your body, closes in around your throat. "Upright, girl", he scolds, has you gasping and straightening back up immediately. The hand does not vanish, instead, it adds pressure to your delicate neck, pressing your windpipe shut. Your hips stutter and your eyes widen, right before pleasure shoots through your body, hot waves of lust making you squirt against his cock. Your thighs clench, knees darting together. "Keep them open for me, baby girl", he huffs, his free hand darting between your thighs, grabbing your left and forcefully spreading your legs in the process.

Christoph's hand lets go of your throat, now laying gently against your soft skin instead and thus, keeping your upright on his lap, back arched. "Oh", you gasp, so fucking turned on, you might combust on the spot, "Oh, fuck -- Daddy!"

The hand on your thigh gropes you lightly, thumb brushing over your skin gently. You move up and down on his cock, cunt throbbing and walls squeezing him occasionally, while the tip of his dick prods against your cervix. The way Christoph's cock splits you open, rubs along your walls is delicious, has you gasping and whining.

"Mhm, don't you just look pretty, bouncing on your Daddy's cock like that?", the hand around your throat clutches once more and you moan, high pitched and whiny, hips bucking.

The lack of oxygen has your walls clenching around his dick as you rock down on it, hands desperately grabbing the linen of his slacks. The stretch in your back is deliciously painful, the hand on your throat adding to it.

Feeling your orgasm approaching slowly, you speed up a little more, the sounds of your slick skin hitting his cock filling your room, mingling with his groans and your whines. "There you go, sunshine", Christoph's praise is sweet and soft as you speed up a little more, rolling your hips up and down up and down, hands clutching the linen of his slacks, while you fuck yourself back onto his dick. You can feel your heart pounding in your throat, you can taste your arousal on the tip of your tongue, hear your blood singing with it.

With your cunt squeezing him, practically milking his cock as you rock down it, Christoph can't help but wanting more. The hand on your thigh sneaks between your legs, and he feels you shivering in his lap as his index-finger brushes against your clit. Your gasps are sweet and turn into dirty, wanton moans quickly as he starts to circle your clit with it and Jesus fucking Christ - he wishes he could hear it every day, when he wakes up, when he goes to bed, wishes he could just do nothing all day, only play with you, and make you cum over and over and over again. The way you roll your hips and fuck yourself onto his dick becomes more erratic, desperate and a little clumsy and his lips curl up - he just knows you're close.

"That's a good girl", Christoph coos, voice rough and deep, "Cum on my cock. Be a good girl and cum for me."

Adding pressure to your windpipe once more, he presses the hand around your throat down hard. Your hips buck wildly at the sudden lack of oxygen, lust shooting through your veins, while his finger rubs over your clit fast, in rhythm with the thrusts of your hips. You can feel your walls clenching heavily around his dick and then you cum, your orgasm hitting you with such force, that all you can do is gasp loudly. Any sound and thought is wiped from your body as your cunt squeezes his cock, pussy clenching and legs trembling, hips stuttering as you squirt and squirt, your cream gushing against his dick.

Christoph continues to fuck you through it, moaning quietly while you milk his cock, one arm wrapping around your waist and keeping you in place, the other slooowly letting go of your throat. You suck in desperate breaths, your senses slowly returning and you moan, high-pitched and sweetly, as you feel his dick pulsating inside of you.

"Yeah, just like that, sunshine", he groans, while he fucks you through your orgasm, cock twitching inside of you and shooting hot ropes of cum into your hole, painting your walls white, "Such a good girl, taking it all."

Humming with his praise, you spread your legs wide over his lap, letting his dick in a little deeper, welcoming his cum home. His free hand roams your inner thigh, gropes you gently, while he huffs and groans into your ear - the low sound making you shiver. You relish in the feeling of his warm body beneath you, feeling pumped full by his cum and his hands all over you, while your body grows a little sore, your pussy becoming plush and plump.

His dick is still buried inside of you, hard and hot and heavy. You feel so so full, with his cock preventing his cum from leaking out, only a few drops run out of your hole lazily, drip down his balls and onto the sofa. His cock doesn't seem to go noticeably flaccid, having you gasp and moan with the sensation, relishing in the feeling of him filling you up to the brim. You want to ask why he's still hard, but the question becomes obsolete as your gaze flickers to the coffee table. There's a blister of pills there, one cavity empty. The pills are blue.

Christoph's thumb rubs along your chin, catches on your lower lip. "Surprised, angel?", and you nod, only a dumb Uh-huh leaving your throat and he snickers at the sound, pushes his thumb into your mouth. Immediately, like you are fucking programmed to, you start sucking on it, pussy clenching around his hardening cock.

"Oh, my pretty baby, fucked your brains out already? And I am not even done yet", he sounds genuinely amused while his other hand brushes over your inner thigh and your skin and the nerves below are so so responsive to his touch, has you squirming in his lap and on his cock, mewling. It makes him groan, a low sound, vibrating deep in his throat.

"I have been waiting so long for this", he husks, "I didn't want for it to end too quickly, hm?"

You can feel him growing back to full size inside of you, within mere minutes. It feels nice, nice being so full and you are so far gone in that thickly sweet daze that you don't even think once, as you roll your hips lazily - once, twice - while his hands roam over your body, your lower belly, your waist, groping your tits.

Christoph touches you with a righteousness, like you belong to him, like he owns you. Like there's no one else but you.

But you know that's not true. You know that upstairs your mother is fast asleep, and that on her nightstand lays an expensive engagement ring with a huge-ass diamond. If you weren't so fucked out of your mind, you'd care and you'd wonder if this is a one-time thing.

As if he can read your thoughts, he says: "Don't you worry your pretty little head, princess. I won't marry her anymore - it's only you darling, always been."

And you sigh, his sweet talk wrapping you in as he pushes his hips upwards once, buries himself deep into your cunt, hits your cervix. You look over your shoulder, and your gazes meet.

One of his hands comes up, rests on your cheek while he starts to fuck you slowly, softly pants with the way his dick slips in and out of you. "Oh, my sweet baby", Christoph coos while you are hissing quietly as his cock brushes over your overstimulated walls, spreads your tight and aching hole, your hand clutching his wrist.

"Daddy, i-it's too much", you mewl and he pouts at you playfully, shakes his head.

"No, it isn't, is it? You can take it", his thumb caresses your cheek, gives you a sweet peck on the lips, "Be a good girl and take it. You can give me one more."

But you physically can't, and neither does your pussy, walls tightening around him, pushing against his hard dick. "Oh, das machen wir aber nicht, hm?", Christoph scolds, his other hand diving back between your spread legs, two fingers gently circling your clit. You hum, body immediately relaxing, and within a few moments the dull pain of him assaulting your used hole vanishes in thin air, sharp gasps escaping your parted lips, your juices running down your cunt.

"There we are. I knew you could take it", his grin is nothing but devilish, peppers your cheek with soft kisses, "I'm so proud of you, sunshine, hm? Taking it so much better than your mom. I knew you'd be the one."

Stretching your already used cunt further, he nestles back in fully, sighs deeply. "Like you were made for me, angel."

"Yes", you sigh sweetly, because you sure feel like it. Gently, careful even, Christoph continues to circle your clit, pinching and rubbing it. Your body slowly, slowly sinks away from you, growing light and all that is left is the feeling of his hands touching you, his cock buried deep inside of you. Every nerve-ending tingles with it, your brain only focussed on him and the way he feels, the way he smells, the way he sounds. The only thing left is him.

Your body goes limp, arms dangling at your sides as Christoph grabs your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and thrusts you onto his cock - once, twice. Deep thrusts, that make your blood sing.

"O-oh, oh Daddy", you gasp, eyes rolling back. Your body practically goes up in hot, burning flames of lust, sparks tingling in your thighs and your chest and you want him to run his hands all over you and feel you up, but you also don't want him to stop manhandling you like he does - all his pent up energy coming lose, practically giving you taste of how long and cruel his wait had been. If you weren't so fucked out of your mind, everything a little hazy already, you would touch yourself, but you just can't - all you can do is spread your legs wider, mouth agape while you pant and moan, relishing in the delicious feeling of his dick fucking you into oblivion.

Your jaw goes slack with it, head lolling back onto his shoulder as he uses you, hammers you down on his dick like a fleshlight. Christoph's grip on your waist and hips is hard enough to leave bruises and tomorrow morning you will be able to see them, an angry red, count the ways he marked you as his.

The thought of you being nothing more to Christoph than his pretty little cocksleeve - young and attractive - that he can take anywhere and fuck whenever he pleases, makes your head swim. You think about him dragging you along to some award-show, showing you off on the carpet and then bending you over the sink in one of the bathrooms because another actor looked at you for a second too long, fucking you until you can't really walk anymore - only to later sit in the award ceremony and feeling his cum leaking out of you. You think of him taking you out for dinner to a fancy restaurant - maybe even with some of his Hollywood-friends - playing with your pussy at the dinner table, whispering sweet nothings in your ear - just because he can, because who would even dare to stop him? You think about visiting him on set, waiting for him in his hotel room - adorned in the jewellery he has gifted you, nothing on but a revealing set of lingerie - waiting for him to take his stress out on you.

It makes you fucking wet, squirt gushing from your cunt, that runs down your folds and that he pumps back into your wanton hole. "Jesus, fuck", you whine, starting to roll your hips with the way he thrusts you down on his dick, feeling him deep deep inside of your pussy, thick head brushing over and hitting your cervix. Hearing him moan with it nearly makes you lose your mind.

You cry out - overstimulated, but so so horny - with his cum squelching out of you with every single thrust, mingling with your juices and dripping, squirting onto the sofa. There are pleas falling from your lips as you yell out with lust and Christoph's quick to clasp one hand around your mouth, your cries and deep moans muffled by the palm of his hand. Your eyelids flutter as you fuck yourself back against his thrusts, his cock hitting your cervix and pain and lust ignite your body, making you want to curl up and just take take take what he gives you.

You feel like you are on fire, your whole body responding to his touch and his thrusts, every single nerve in your body on high alert, as you feel your orgasm coming closer.

Looking down, you can see how he is still thrusting your body down on his dick and you watch, panting. Seeing just how he is using you, like you are nothing but a delicate toy --

It's what tips you over.

A high-pitched scream escapes your mouth as you cum, muffled by his hand pressing against your mouth - before he pulls away, allows you to suck in a few deep breaths through your opened mouth.

Your body practically convulses on his cock, shakes rattling your frame as your third orgasm rolls over you, creaming and squirting against his dick, making a pretty mess of his linen slacks and the sofa beneath. You have left quite a few nasty stains tonight, and your cheeks will turn red in a few days, when your mother spots them and Christoph lies to her face.

Your cunt squeezes his dick and you can feel it twitch heavily inside of you, once, twice, and then he cums too, shoots hot ropes of cum inside of your pussy once more. You feel so fucking full, like you are about to burst, as you roll your hips against his, cunt gushing around his cock.

"Oh fuck", you moan sweetly, sacking back against him. You can hear him pant, one hand on your waist coming lose and resting gently on your stomach, rubbing loose circles over your warm skin.

"What a good girl, huh", he whispers, coarse and exhausted. His words barely reach you through the thick cloud, everything turns white and a soft numbness embraces you, makes you feel featherlight, like you are flying. Christoph's arms wrap you in gently, pulling your naked form close to his, the soft linen crinkling and pressing against your naked back.

You stay like this for a while, with his large and soft hands caressing your skin - rubbing your stomach and gently stroking your thigh - until your breath becomes deeper again, your limbs start to feel heavier, more connected to your body once more. "Oh God", you sigh, feeling his cock still plugging your hole up. It grows flaccid slowly, a few drops of his cum already leaking out of you.

Christoph's lips dance along your shoulder, your neck, kissing and pressing down onto the warm skin. His hands grip your hips tightly. "Ready?", and he sounds so so playful, like he is really enjoying this - taking some depraved satisfaction from it - and you can't help but nod, readying for him to pull out.

He lifts your hips, watches how his dick slips out of your hole easily, hears you hiss with it, and then it trickles down. Thick drops, streaks of white cum flush from your used cunt, and he's quick to swipe his fingers along your folds - spreads your pussy and his cum, collects it with his fingers.

They enter your vision and without thinking, like you're still far gone - despite the fact that you aren't - he shoves them between your obediently opened, waiting lips. You close them around his fingers, while the remains of his cum drip out of you still, and start to clean them up, sucking on them, tongue swirling around his digits.

"That's a good girl", his praise has your blood singing, and you whine in protest as Christoph pulls his fingers from your mouth, "So, tell me - where do you go the next time you want a good fuck?"

"To you, Daddy", you say softly, earning you a warm chuckle and a pat on the thigh.

***

Your legs are still wobbly as you make your way downstairs in the morning and out onto the terrace. Your mother and Christoph are sitting in the sun, a light breeze rolling around the terrace, making the seam of the table cloth sway gently.

Your mother is silently eating her breakfast while Christoph rustles with his French newspaper. He appears to be interested in the Feuilleton but you notice how his gaze flickers to you as soon as you're approaching the table, remains glued to your figure, small lines forming around his eyes.

"Oh, honey!", your mother gets up, happy that you are awake, and gives you a featherlight kiss on the cheek, "Oh god, you look horrible, darling! Did you sleep unwell?"

Christoph snorts, but your mother ignores it - holds you at arm length, iron grip around your arms as she assesses your timid frame.

"Yeah, 's just the heat", you mutter, freeing yourself from her death grip and sit down, flinching a little. You're so fucking sore, legs still heavy and hole aching, pussy begging for another touch through the slight pain. Christoph deliberately puts down the newspaper, a smug smile toying at the corners of his lips. It grows rather surprised than complacent as he takes you in fully.

You are wearing one of the dresses he had bought you. You also draped a silk scarf around your shoulders, hiding the viciously glowing bitemark he gave you. His face is expressionless as he looks at you, his cold stare boring into you. For a moment you think, he might rat you out - tell your mother that you snuck out last night.

But he doesn't. Instead, he wordlessly pours you a glass of freshly pressed orange juice, hands it over to you. Your fingers brush over his, goosebumps spreading over your skin at the thought that just a couple of hours, they had been in you, fucking you to hell and back.

You can still feel them inside of you, growing wet at the thought, squirming a little in your chair. If it weren't for your mom sitting right next to you, you'd get up and beg him to fuck you. Your pussy aches at the imagery that your brain conjures up; tits bouncing, one leg hooked over his shoulder, the expensive dress pooling around your waist, glasses on the table clinking with each thrust.

Your mother - oblivious to what is happening in front of her - brabbles on about her plans for the day, while Christoph's gaze is chained to yours.

It feels like his eyes are undressing you, a shadow dances over his greyish eyes, turning them into a darkened sky. Your hand grips the glass tightly, thighs rubbing together. You really wish you could just --

"Careful", he says quietly, pointing at your hand clutching your glass so hard your knuckles start to turn white, and you let go of it, like you just burned yourself. The glass nearly topples over on the white table cloth, the juice trickles down the insides of it lazily, silent testimony to an accident prevented. He's right - it might've burst.

Thank you for taking care of me, Daddy. You want to get up and thank him properly, unzip his pants and --

"Don't you think, that'd be nice, honey?", your mother chimes, still busy with her avocado, and pulls you out of your daydream - you on your knees with Christoph rubbing his cock and balls across your face and making you look like a cheap whore, before he slips it between your plush, waiting lips with their red lipstick smudged - you barely manage not to moan aloud, quickly turning your head her way.

"Huh?", you blink dumbly.

"Honey", she scoffs, "I said - Do you wanna go to the beach today?"

You rather wouldn't. Especially not with your mother around, gushing about the man who fucked you senseless last night. You would rather spend the day with him alone.

Thus, your gaze flickers back to Christoph quicker than you can think about it, quicker than you can stop yourself from doing it. He gives you the slightest nod, that goes completely unnoticed by your mother and rearranges his reading glasses.

Thank you for thinking for me, Daddy.

"Sure, why not?", you can hear yourself say. Christoph rustles with his newspaper and somewhere, in the trees, a bird chimes.

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Mile High Club - Rafe Cameron One Shot

+18 Minor DNI

Older!Rafe x SugarBaby!Reader

⭐️ republished ⭐️ <- my first drop 😭

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 warnings: SMUT, Sex on a PJ, lots of pet names, lovey Rafe, takes out his phone and records that sh!t, unprotected p in v, what’s a plot

📖 Rafe takes you on the his Private Jet

✨ You take a little breath as his fingers glide along your clothed slit. Rafe ghost circles on top of the delicate material. “And this fuckin’ pussy, baby.” You feel him smile against your lips as he touches your wetness. “I can’t get enough.” ✨

Reader’s POV:

“Get over here,” he growls playfully, reaching for you and tugging you over. You giggle delightedly as you climb on, taking a seat on his lap. Rafe’s hands impatiently wrap around your waist. The next moment, his lips are on yours, kissing you deeply, tongues rolling slow.

“I love you, baby.” He hums, kissing you one last time before throwing his head back. “We’re alone. Isn’t it fucking nice?”

“So nice,” you whisper, lips greeting his skin, kissing him softly as you work up to his ear. Rafe’s strong hands skim lower, circling your ass before squeezing it. “So, Rafey…”

“Mmm… Y/N.”

“How private is this jet?”

He lets out an unholy chuckle, seizing your hips, drawing your body flush with his. “Very, very private, Y/N. What do you have in mind?”

You walk over to your weekend bag, grabbing a few things. “Hold onto these?” You walk over to him slowly, resting the cuffs in his hands. “Do you want to use these now or-”

“Is that even a question,” he cuts you off, a sinful smirk licked on his perfect lips as he pulls one side open with ease. His eyes flick to yours, making your heart skip a beat—icy blue, brimming with lust.

Rafe rises from his seat, body clashing with yours, hands working into your hair. His kiss is deep, tongue slipping through your lips again as he uses his grip to draw you even closer.

“I’m so addicted to you, Y/N…” His hand brushes your thigh, toiling higher, disappearing under your dress. You feel yourself start to throb. “Your voice; this fuckin’ body…” he groans.

You take a little breath as his fingers glide along your clothed slit. Rafe ghost circles on top of the delicate material. “And this fuckin’ pussy, baby.” You feel him smile against your lips as he touches your wetness. “I can’t get enough.”

“Fuck,” you whimper against his plush lips. Rafe bites down, giving yours a soft tug.

“Are you gonna let me fuck you anyway I want?” He groans.

“Any way you want – I’m all yours, Rafe.”

“I can’t wait to please you all weekend, Y/N… I want you to feel me next week.”

“Use me.”

He chuckles, darkly. “Hurry up, baby.”

You pluck out a pair of blood-red stockings, rolling them on, red lace trim, clutching your thighs. Eyeing yourself in the mirror, you take one last glimpse at your body, adorned in a mess of rouge lace and straps.

Shit. He’s going to lose his mind. Heels? He’d love that. You step into the black glossy pumps, feeling your excitement bubble over.

Roaming into the cabin, the lights are drawn low again, soft music plays, setting the perfect ambiance. Rafe turns, his gape greeting yours, sprawled back in the chair. “Holy fuck,” he mumbles, eyes rolling back, hastily moving to his feet.

He studies your body as he strolls toward you—nothing on his muscular frame but a pair of white boxer briefs. You study him as well, his hair drawn back, showing off his chiseled jaw. He wets his pouty bottom lip, eyes meeting yours again.

“I love you… Y/N. So fucking much.”

“I love you too, Rafe.”

His rough hands take a grip on your hips, pulling you nearer. He rests his forehead against yours, breathing softly with you. “I have never wanted anything as much as I want you.”

“I feel the same way,” you whisper, warmly.

“I can’t wait to please you, Y/N… With my hands, with my mouth, with my cock. Any way I can, as much as I can.”

“Don’t make me wait.” Rafe’s lips crash into yours, claiming your mouth, hungry and breathless. He nips at your lip again, harder, pulling out a breathy moan, making him echo the same.

He picks you up effortlessly, bringing you into his arms, bodies melding as one. You grind your hips into him, feeling the warmth of his skin against your crotchless panties, your essence transferring to his warm skin. Your kiss gets rougher, demanding more; Rafe matches your passion without hesitation.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he mutters. “I wanna hear you scream my name.”

“Mmm… What if they hear,” you whisper, tongue skimming along his bottom lip.

“Let ‘em.”

Fuck, Rafe.

He sets you down, keeping you close, not wanting to lose contact. “Turn around,” he grunts. You climb onto the chair, cool leather against the heat of your bare skin, hands pressed against the back.

“Did you wear these so I could fuck ’em off, angel?” He snickers as he takes a grip on the spikes of your heels. You bite your lip and nod as your eyes lock with his. “Mmm… That’s my girl.”

He pinches the elastic of his boxers, working them off his body; cock stiff, smacking roughly against his tanned skin. Rafe’s focus shifts, watching his own hands as they work up the back of your calves to your thighs.

Rafe snaps the red lace against your skin, chuckling wickedly. He brushes your hair to the side, kissing you softly on the shoulder, hands working back down again. “Fuck me,” Rafe mutters as he sails two thick fingers along your soaked pussy making you moan. “So damn wet.”

You feel a loss of his touch, Rafe’s eyes are still on you as he steps closer. You look over your shoulder, offering him your wrists, resting them on the small of your back. He gives you a devilish smirk. “Mmm… Good fucking girl.” Rafe locks the metal. “Too tight?”

“Just right.”

“Beautiful.” His fingers trail your spine as he works his way to his knees, pressing a soft kiss against your bound hands.

He snatches your hips, drawing you nearer, adding a sway to your spine, giving him better access. Rafe praises you softly, the warmth of his words, hot against your arousal, sends chills across your body.

His tongue meets your sensitive flesh, gliding gently through your silk. You let out a needy whimper, resting your head against the back of the chair as you concentrate on his touch.

Fuck. He knows what he’s doing.

His tongue swirls around your entrance, teasing you for a moment before pushing deep. An airy cry slips your lips. “Rafe… Fuck, baby. That feels so good,” you groan.

Rafe’s lips lock on your sensitive bud, sucking and flicking his tongue. Your thighs start to quiver—your heart, is racing a little faster.

His hand trails up your legs. Mmm… Those fingers. You feel your body physically aching for them deep inside you, pussy throbbing in anticipation.

His hands pull back. You look about, pathetically; your breath quickly robbed as he plunges his cock into you roughly, body doubling over on the seat, making you cry out. Rafe tightens his grip on your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he drills into you again.

“Y/N… Mmm. So fucking wet,” he moans huskily, increasing his tempo, skin clapping skin as he bottoms you out completely. You feel his hand dive forward, working between your thighs.

“Oh my god,” you squeal as he runs quick circles on top.

Rafe slows his pace, rolling his hips skillfully, the smacking of your thighs is replaced with the sounds of his dick working in and out of your drenched pussy. He grabs the chain, pulling you back, working himself in at a different angle, the curve of his cock kissing your sweet spot.

“Yes, baby. Right there,” you groan.

“Y/N… You look so fucking good; so damn beautiful, baby. Can I take a picture? Please-”

“Take a video.” You look back at him sinfully.

“Fuckkk,” he mumbles as he continues to take you from behind. Rafe reaches over, grabs his phone, turning on the flash.

“I can’t wait to watch this every night we’re apart, Y/N… Look at you, princess. Look at this fuckin’ ass.” Rafe snaps his hips a little harder, making your curves bounce with each roll as he yanks the chain a little more.

You feel your pleasure start to build, your walls closing in around him. “Can you cum for me, baby girl,” he growls.

You answer with his name, releasing from your lips, pussy rippling around his cock. A burst of ecstasy courses through your veins. He doesn’t stop, keeping pace, working you through your orgasm; toes, curling, heels tumbling to the floor. He lets out a devilish chuckle.

“Rafe… Holy fuck,” you pant, drawing a shivering inhale as you feel the aftershocks of your orgasm. Rafe’s hips grind slowly, gliding effortlessly through your release. He lowers his phone, getting a better view. A smirk spreads on his lips as he gets the perfect shot; his long cock, pulling in and out, glistening with your wetness; capturing every noise.

Rafe shuts off the camera, tossing it to the little side table. You take over, grinding and throwing your ass back. “Goddamn,” he rasps, slapping your cheek.

“My turn.”

“Your turn, Y/N?”

“Mmm… Mhmm, baby.”

“Shit… How did I get so lucky?” He soughs as he opens the binds.

You look up at him through your lashes, taking the cuffs hooked on his finger. “Let me take care of you, Rafey.”

“I love you… Have I said that already?” His hands wrap around the back of your neck, pressing your mouth against his. Your mind is hazy, blissed out from your climax.

I can’t wait to make him feel the same.

“Sit,” you demand.

Rafe relaxes into the chair, leg pitched out, blue eyes luring you closer. “Hands behind your head.” He smiles lustfully, complying with your demands. His muscular arms flex as his fingers lock. You walk toward him slowly, climbing onto his lap again, reaching for his wrist.

He’s still eager to please, tongue grazing your nipple, capturing you between his rosy lips, sucking roughly. You grab his other wrist as he works to the other side.

Fuck, this man is heaven.

You stare down at him, bound and in your control. His dick is achingly stiff; cum, gathered on his tip.

Reaching over, you grab his phone, clicking record again, propping it against a champagne bottle. “Y/N… Jesus Christ,” he groans, biting back a moan as you slip to your knees.

Rafe’s lips part in anticipation as you near his cock, quickly licking a line up his shaft, eyes boring into his hooded gaze. You swirl your tongue around his velvety head.

Taking him to the back of your throat, you gag on his length, making his abs flex. The metal clinks as the cuffs tighten. Mmm… You like that? You do it again and again. “Y/N, fuck!” Rafe bellows. You moan onto his cock, hearing his lucid pleasure.

“Mmm… Suck it, baby. Just like that,” he pleads, tossing his head back. You drop your hands, gripping his thighs, feeling his muscles stiffen under your grasp. “You make me feel so good. Fuck me, Y/N. Please.”

You climb onto his lap again, clutching his dick in your fist, aligning yourself with his head, swirling as you meet his stare. “Use. Me,” he grunts. “I don’t wanna stop ’til you cum again,” Rafe whispers the words breathlessly against your lips as you sit down, sinking lower and lower on his cock, feeling the delicious stretch.

A soft whimper leaves your lips—a smile felt against your kiss. He knows you’re close. So fucking close.

Wrapping your hands around the back of his neck, you ride slowly. His addled gaze drinking in every angle, drunk on pleasure, wasted on the feeling. You slam a needy kiss against his mouth, incoherent words falling from your lips onto his.

“I’m almost there,” You gasp as you take hold of the chain between his wrists, tugging at it as you start to bounce.

“Y/N. Mmm… Shit.” His eyes slam shut, mouth falling open, head thrown back against the seat as he floods you with his seed.

“I’m gonna cum, Rafe,” you cry. He raises his hips, lifting you up, ramming into your cunt as your pleasure runs its peak. You hit your precipice, bliss surging through your system yet again.

Your body relaxes around him. Rafe crashes back down onto the seat, eyes lowering, watching as his climax slips from your pussy onto his swollen cock.

“Holy shit,” he huffs, releasing a satisfied breath. You reach for the cuffs, unhooking them listening as they fall to the floor. Rafe wraps his body in yours, sanctuary found in his arms as he holds you tight. You look into his eyes, a wide grin spreads on his lips. “I fuckin’ love you, baby.”

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chloeillustrates16 · 10 months

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NSFW Sugar Daddy!König x Civilian Sugarbaby!Reader

Summary: König being a sugar daddy was no one's business at KorTac; that's why when you came to tap him out, they were shocked to see how eager König was to go home.

Warnings: Swearing, bad German to English translation (sorry), p in v, face riding, Spanking, dirty talk in both English and German, rough sex, fingering, Aftercare, fluff, dom!König, Sub!Fem!Reader

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You were nervous to see König again, but also excited. You got dressed in his favorite outfit; which was expensive looking, yes. Honestly, you didn't care. The stares that you got all the time were nothing new to you.

You and the other family members of KorTac were waiting to go out and greet family members. You and Horangi's girlfriend were talking, "So, you and König, huh? Last I heard from Horangi, he said that König didn't have a girlfriend." You smile nervously,

"Well, König is very secretive about his personal life."

"Makes sense, the hood and all," before Horangi's girlfriend could say more. You smile spotting König his back to you. You ran up to him, glad that you didn't wear heals. You tap him on the shoulder, the moment he turned around, his blue eyes lit up with excitement as he wrapped you up in a big bear hug.

"Kleines Mädchen," König whispered under his breath.

"I missed you too," he grip got a little tighter as he glanced around. Everyone else was too busy.

"Lass uns hier verschwinden, ich will die Muschi schmecken, die ich so sehr vermisst habe," shivers ran down your spine as you led him to the car that he bought you. "Get in the passanger seat."

I nod, getting in the passenger side of the car after handing him the keys. The moment they were on the road, König spoke. "Did you touch yourself while I was gone?"

"No, Daddy." He raised an eyebrow at that, he didn't believe that for a second. You knew that too.

"If you're lying, I'll spank you."

"I know, I'm not." You argue, his hand squeezed your thigh,

"Spread your legs," he ordered. You swallow thickly as you did, his fingers sliding up your thigh and into your panties. A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers played with the bud of nerves of your pussy.

"Hmmm, you weren't lying. I'm proud of you, Baby."

"Daddy," you gasp, your hand covering your mouth.

"Here's what's going to happen, I'll play with you all the way home. Do. Not. Cum. is that understood?" All you could do was nod through your moans.

Throughout the drive home was agonizing. The bumps in the road were making it hard for you to keep a grip on orgasm. His fingers were penetrating your pussy so much that you almost begged for him to let you cum.

The moment that he pulled into the driveway, you felt relief as the grip on your orgasm was slowly slipping; however, his fingers pulled away making you whimper.

"You have 10 seconds to get that door open, or I'm fucking you outside." A thrill of excitement shot through your spine as you grab the keys from him. You sprinted, mentally counting to 10; König was slowly reaching you, when you got the door open, he sprinted inside. Slamming the door shut and throwing your body against the wall.

His hands pulled at your dress, causing the black fabric in his hands to tear in half along with your bra and panties. Your shoes came off with ease since they were flipflops. His head was in between your thighs, his tongue licking thick stripes across your abused cunt.

"Daddy!" You shriek, your head fall back against the wall beside the door. His thumb played with your clit as his tongue spread your folds. His voice was muffled as groans escaped his throat,

"Ah, Das ist es; mein Gott, du bist so nass!" Somehow, the more he spoke in his native tongue, the more wet you got. Your toes curled as he kept his rough licks inside your cunt. "Come on, cum baby, I know you can." Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as your orgasm hit. It was so heavy it made König moan; the bulge in his pants barely being hold by the zipper and button.

Pulling away, he licked his lips before wiping his face off with his hand. "Very gut, now; go to the bedroom and lay down. I'm not done with you yet."

You stumble, your legs shaking so much that you could barely walk. König realized this and helped you towards the bedroom. "Was I too rough?"

"No, just shaky." He hummed, kissing your neck leaving a small mark. He laid you down on the bed, his lips attacking your nipples first, his mouth sucking harshly on one and his fingers pinching and pulling the other. As if you couldn't get enough, your eyes roll back again; König knew every single one of your buttons and he knew how to drive you mad.

Once he was done teasing your nipples; his kisses led up to your lips. After two pulled away for air, you pulled off his hood; you were met with that handsome face you've missed for months. "Hallo, Meine, Liebe."

"Hey," König pulled off his shirt; you could feel yourself drool at the sight of his body.

"You want to touch me, don't you?" he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Please."

"You have to earn it; get on your knees." You did what you were told, getting on your knees in front of König; he had pulled his pants down, leaving him in his boxers.

You waited, he nodded letting you pull his boxers down; his massive cock was freed; to this day, you didn't understand how it didn't rip anything even soft. The red tip poked against your cheek. You took him in your hand, slowly rubbing him.

"Ah, that's it." König moaned, "Be a gut girl, put my cock in your mouth." His dick barely fit in your mouth; you gaged as his hand on your head shoved you down more. "Scheiße!"

Tears well up in the corners of your eyes as he fucked your mouth. Your grip on the sheets tightened as your throat finally relaxed letting him fuck into your throats.

"You have such pretty lips," he moaned, his head falling back on the pillows. "Ah! Do you want to come in your mouth or on your pretty face?"

"Face," you managed to say through gags. König nodded letting you pull him out of the warm walls and stroked his cock. His seed hit your face; he chuckled, grabbing a towel and wiping your face off.

"You were so gut, you ready for my cock inside that pussy of yours?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Go lay on the bed."

König watched as you laid on your back, your legs spread; your drenched pussy begging for him to take you. König watched for a moment, seeing your pussy clench on nothing. He crawled on the bed, his tip lined up with your enterence and without warning slammed into you.

"Daddy!" you scream loudly.

"Shh, it's alright. Just relax." After you got used to his girth, he started to thrust into you. "Ugh! you're so tight."

Your legs wrap around his waist, your arms wrapped around his neck. "You're so big," he chuckled lowly under his breath as he continued to fuck you relentlessly. You lean over, kissing him; König's tongue slipped into your mouth, you could barely fight him as his tongue explored your mouth.

Your mind went in and out of consciousness, as he fucked you. He held you close as he pulled you up into his lap; you road him, your arms wrapped under his arms.

"Cum for me, cum." he whined as his hips bucked up to meet yours. Tears were already rolling down your tears as your back arched. König moaned as his face buried in your chest as you came around him. His eyes squeezed shut as he thrusted for his own release.

You were so tight around him that he started to see stars as he thrusted, "Baby." he whimpered against your boobs. Your fingers messaged his shaved scalp. He groaned as his seed coated your walls white.

"Awe, fuck." König laid you down on the bed as you two gasped for air.

"Holy shit," you laugh as he chuckled, kissing your neck leaving another mark.

"Rough enough for you, Meine Liebling?" You nodded as you turned on your belly. He chuckled, leaning over as peppering your shoulders with loving kisses. "I'll be right back," he walked out of the bedroom after a moment; a warm towel wiped across your soaked cunt. You moan in happiness as he cleaned you off with the warm towel. König lifted you up and took you to the bathroom so you could pee.

Meanwhile, König changed the sheets. After you used the bathroom, you stumble into the bedroom. Before you could say anything, König threw you over his shoulder, playfully slapping your ass. "Ah!" you laugh as your knees bent.

"Lay down, I'll get you something comfortable," König laid you back down on the bed, kissing your lips before turning towards his dresser where in one he had a few of your things.

He helped you into your panties as he kissed your shins, then into a pair of black yoga pants that made your ass look good. König's lips went from your shins to the valley of your breasts before he pulled a cropped sweatshirt over your head. Then he kissed your lips. "Comfortable?"

"Very," you mumble against his bare shoulder, littering it with kisses. König handed you a water bottle before grabbing a pair of sweats and boxers to put on. You snuck up behind him, your arms wrapped around his waist from behind. Your hands pressed against his abs.

"Mmm, baby~" He turned around, "I'd doubt that you'd want me to rip up those cute yoga pants you love so much."

"Not really," he chuckled giving another kiss before having you lay down.

"I've missed you while on deployment, next time; I'm making sure that I won't stay for so long."

"As long as you come back well and safe, that's all I care about."

"Ich liebe dich," he whispered against your lips.

"I love you too, König."

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I didn't know exactly how to end this, so fluff! This is the first time I've ever written a COD x reader fanfic; I really hope you liked it. I know it's been a while since I've posted anything on Tumblr other than reposts; this is because school and how busy I've been with classes as well as writers block which I'd been suffering with since my last story post.

#x reader #fanfic #reader insert #fanfiction #cod mw2 #call of duty #konig mw2 #konig cod #konig call of duty #konig x reader #konig smut #smut #fluff #aftercare #overstim

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applesooyoung · 1 year

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NSFW! SUB!SKZ headcanons (ooooh she bacc and alive (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧)

Genre: Spicy A/N: Applied fem! reader Warnings: Adult and suggestive stuff not gonna list them all cuz we'll take the whole day when I list all bc this is N A S T Y

Now playing: Baby I - Ariana Grande

Bangchan - Don't even get me started you guys- - I hope it's already clear that subby Chan is my fave - This baby boy DEF loves quality time and words of affirmations - He's just the best baby boy hands down - Choke him, spank him, tie him, chain him, blindfold him YOU WOULDN'T HEAR ANY WHINES HE'S OK UNTIL HE PLEASES YOU AND I AM NOT OK - and as a person with size kink, him being canonically smaller than me just makes wanna- - though i feel like he has a few bratty streaks but that only happens once in a blue moon - He likes to go vanilla and half kinky but leaning on the vanilla side more ykwim?? - Like he loves borderline bdsm shit but he gets more turned on w/ vanilla shit idk idk but i hope you peeps get my point - YO ALSO IMAGINE PEGGING HIM IN THE MUSIC STUDIO WHILE HE'S MAKING ONE OF THEIR SONGS - Just loves soft yet passionate sex - oh and his moans too? - He has a mommy kink and I'm right so you may shut up - A mommy's boy omg - IM STOPPING HERE I MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO STOP MYSELF, YOUR HONOR (plstellmeifyouwantmetomakeapt2idgladlydoso)

Lee Know - sugar and spice and everything nice™ - bratty ≥ sassy - lowkey himbo and trophy bf vibes im sorry - he just reminds me of kento in todome no seppun and it's not funny - my fave manwhore </3 - it's power bottom or nothing - the type to force your hips down in his cock type of guy - demanding 10000 - He's cocky at first but ISTG this mf becomes the most submissive piece of schitt's creek when you fuck this little guy - oh don't get me going with the aftercare - he's just so vulnerable at this point that his once asshole facade fades to that an innocent little kitten - He still might have remnants of the a-hole attitude but he's probably ruined by you so there is a chance that he won't - ngl i kinda feel he a switch- but sub!lee know supremacy

Changbin - hard bot :j - The whiniest award goes to.......... SEO CHANGBIN!! - did i mention his pretty whimpers too?? - LOVES it when you hold his hands while doing it - Sugarbaby changbin ; v ; - maybe it's just he loves plushies and I could just see his s/o buying and spoiling him with a fuck ton of plushies -oof what if he fucks those plushies while your gone wtf - that's kinda cute not gonna lie - also i feel like he loves any type of love language as long as you love him, that's enough for him - OH YEAH UM - Phone sex with changbin- - Subby Gamer changbin while you dom him in a discord call - interesting, eh? - ok i just realized that sounded a bit weird but it's kinda cute if you put it in an ok way yk?? - imagine his baritone-ish voice moaning for you ;[ - looks intimidating at first - BUT TRUST ME, HE'S A BABY - a big, submissive, and cuddly one

Hyunjin - sassy ≥ bratty - pillow princess/passenger princess material tho- - REAALLY whiny too not that it's annoying but rather cute - often mistyped as a power bottom... He is - loves praises - he's a people pleaser so we're not really surprised - "Am I a good kitty, y/n" um yes you are, you sassy mf- - DEF loves dressing up for you - IT'S BECAUSE HE'S AWARE OF HOW HE LOOKS LIKE WHEN YOU FUCK HIM OR IF YOU LIKE WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE OR NOT - it's cute ngl gijrothtlrjbdoijth also imagine sugar baby!Hyunjin? - I'm looking respectfully like- - imagine buying things for him because he's been a good boy these past weeks and he's (surprisingly) not been pissing the shit out of you - like buying him accessories and jewelry and treating him like your very own pretty little princess - lipsticks, new dresses, necklaces etc... he loves those - He really loves it when you gift him stuff, he feels loved and appreciated - spoiled little baby omg - I lowkey think masochist!Hyunjin is a thing too so- - Loves punishments (shockers)

Jisung - ngl I kinda feel like he's a wild card (? ?) - but I feel like he's the literal borderline of bratty and good boy - he's really touchy when horny... cute - also, really needy imo - like think of him being horny and he'd definitely and most likely would hump your pillow bcs it has your scent and he couldn't help it - speaking of humping I'm thinking petplay Han -weird ik but not like the extreme bdsm with those whipping and brat taming stuff that needs cages, bowls, collars, leashes, and stuff... right? - hahahahahahahah right, guys? - r i g h t ? */slowly descends into insanity - All jokes aside, I could actually imagine Jisung being like that tho especially since I already put it out there - he's literally the middle of everything... he's neither kinky nor vanilla, good or bratty, top or bottom. That's why I said he's kind of a wild card - weird thought but I feel like he's the type to cum like fast FAST - he's just maybe sensitive on those parts and shit but u get my point - like you could just jerk him for a while and he'll cum under 5 minutes and it's not funny - he loves it when you're protective but in a good way like how you always take care of him and love him always - he also loves when you spend time with him + doing stuff together even if it's silly like who eats the most chips wins $100 and the loser washes the dishes for a week. - he just loves being close and intimate with you

Felix - ok ok ok omg - ok so first of all, he loves his cuddles - you're working? cuddles, sleeping? cuddles, driving? cuddles, cooking? cuddles. - So I hope you get the clue already, yes, he's clingy and touchy - He's so fucking cute omg - burying his face in your chest or the crook of your neck sexual or nonsexual aspects honestly, he loves it - he's so fragile and soft pls protecc him > ﹏ < - spewing out random words of affection is his favorite hobby - he wants you to ruin him </3 - HE SQUEAKS WHEN HE MOANS - I know y'all are suckers for his deep voice but Felix with a higher-pitched voice >>> - He'll melt when you put your hands on his hips while you fuck him, do it, I dare you - whimpers and everything - a kinky baby tho- he likes being tied up - he kins with changbin and I love it - loves degradation - he gets soooo turned on when you stand as his parental figure of like just being the person that takes care of him - Thigh riding >>>

Seungmin - Step aside ladies and gentlemen, the goodest of the boys is coming thru~ - his favorite petname is pup or puppy and that's canon - He's so cute that everything and I mean EVERYTHING you do turns him the fuck on no shit on that - but be careful, he doesn't really enjoy degradation that much, he's vvv sensitive so please take care of your baby seungmin - but instead, give him words of affirmation. This builds his confidence - he cries when you go rough with him, you're being a meanie >:[ - he's your personal fuck toy but again, please be careful. He's so fragile - but I can actually see him taking care of you instead during aftercare - "I hope I did well for you today, Mommy" hufduighdfiughig hold me back, hold me back- - size kink, def size kink. He loves it when you wear your heels - he likes his look simple, just a plain pair of white thigh highs and that's it! He looks so fucking gorgeous and it's not funny - leashing him while he rides your cock is just- - and also when you hold his hands during missionary? Take my money and go. I'm a slut for that and I'm proud of it - but besides those soft things about him... - I believe he has a breeding kink - those puppy eyes when you fuck him in front of a mirror as you hit it from behind- ugh - overall, seungmin is a cute and soft little babyy

I.N - a BEAM of sunshine!! - so bright, so cute, so eager, so.... fuckable - He's such a good boy too and it hurts - although he sometimes kinda brats you but please he's 3% brat and 97% angel descended from the heavens above - idk if it's just me but it's always the maknaes that radiate the most golden retriever energy? Maybe bcs they're so young but nonetheless, I'm living for it - he always greets you with smile and always hugs you awe ;[ - LOVES IT when you mark him up - It doesn't matter where his neck? go, his thighs? go, his arms? go, his jaw? go! go ahead - + the moans and whimpers he'd make while you mark him up is straight up the epitome of immaculate - he has a heck of a stamina - i mean what do we expect from a goldret energy he radiates - loves your regular quickies - can actually handle a lengthy amount of handjobs, he's so good at keeping edged and overstimulated - buff baby boi - clip on fox ears >>>> - doesn't really like dress ups but on special occasions like your birthday, he'd wear his pretty lingerie set you bought him as a gift. - and ofc we know what happens next ;]]]]]]]]

#applesooyoung #stray kids smut #skz #sub!skz #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #jisung #felix #seungmin #i.n #jeongin #stray kids

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inkedreverie · 11 months

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ransom drysdale x sugarbaby! reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content. minors DNI!!! unprotected sex, dirty talk, p in v sex, oral sex (male receiving), (please let me know if I missed any)

summary: Your relationship with Ransom has always been strictly physical, with no strings attached. However, during a charity gala one night, Ransom unexpectedly realizes he has deeper feelings for you.

𝐀/𝐍: Ransom is always so fun to write. I hope you enjoy reading this J! Thank you for requesting this! <3

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Fucking gorgeous.

Ransom couldn’t help but stare at her. He had invited her to accompany him at one of the many charity galas. Chatter and clinking glasses filled the opulent room but, all he could do was stare at Y/N, his sugar baby.

For the most part, he behaved, smiled, and shook hands with the other socialites. But she was the only one that mattered. His eyes raked over her body, noticing how the dress he had bought tonight accentuated her curves, the way a few strands of her hair framed her face.

Ransom tightened the grip that he had around her waist, his fingers splayed across the curve of her ass as he leaned his head down. A devilish smirk curled at the corners of his mouth, his warm breath running down her neck before he spoke.

“You look fucking gorgeous tonight.” Ransom’s voice was deep and smooth, like melted butter with a seductive quality. She shivered from the heat of his touch and how much she longed for more. It was taking everything in him to stop himself from throwing her on this table right now.

His eyes traced every inch of her body. The dress he had bought tonight accentuated her curves perfectly, especially the cut of it that stopped midway up her thigh.

“Thank you,” Y/N breathed, biting back a sigh when he ran his hands over the thin fabric of her dress, gripping onto the material tightly, as if testing to see how much force it would take before tearing through easily. His knuckles went white around the champagne glass when her hips involuntarily pressed against him, almost desperately.

“My God...I have the prettiest little princess there is,” he mused in an appreciative tone, dragging his lips down the side of her face.

She felt herself growing wet at the husky sound of his voice. With half-lidded eyes, she watched as he took the empty glass and placed it on one of the trays that floated by before picking up another full one, then turned to face her once again.

“You really know how to get me going, don’t you?” Ransom murmured under his breath. “I swear to God if we didn’t have such an important public appearance, I’d fuck you into oblivion right here and now...”

Ransom drank deeply from his glass, savoring the tartness and dryness that flooded over his tongue. He paused momentarily to put it on the tray as a waiter passed them. His hands trailed along her bare shoulder blade, fingertips lightly stroking up the nape of her neck until they tangled themselves within her locks. “Your hair smells divine. All natural beauty, just how I like it.”

He pressed a kiss against the exposed skin between where her ear lobe met her jaw, inhaling deeply through his nostrils. He held himself there for a second, letting her scent wash over him and fill his nose while making sure no one else could hear.

Then he tilted his head back slightly so that when he spoke next, his warm breath danced across the shell of her ear. “But baby girl? It won’t stay perfect if we do what I have planned.”

A chill ran through her body at these words. The hairs stood straight as goosebumps arose on the back of her neck and arms. He kept on talking though, ignoring how affected she seemed, saying something about how beautiful her makeup looked tonight too but...

Well...it’s hard to pay attention when her head is full of filthy thoughts of Ransom and how much she wishes he would just press his fingers into every inch of her. “What if I said that I want to ditch this party and go home now?” Ransom whispered, pulling her out of her fantasy.

“We can’t,” Y/N panted softly, trying not to seem too desperate. “Everyone’s watching us. They’ll think we’re leaving early.” She glanced up towards their surroundings, only to find several eyes focused intently on the pair.

People stared at them with curiosity and wonderment; some even gave nods of approval, while others seemed disgusted. She realized belatedly that it didn’t matter. “I’m not ready to go yet,” she quickly added, grabbing another champagne flute from another tray. She wanted to tease him, just a little bit.

He cocked an eyebrow at that. “Oh, yeah?” His expression softened into amusement as he noticed her flustered reaction. “What do you mean by ‘you’re not ready’?”

She opened her mouth, then hesitated as his gaze traveled lower before looking directly into his eyes, giving him her best innocent look. “Just that... I feel like dancing is all...” Her voice trailed off, allowing him to read into whatever innuendo he may find.

He chuckled darkly and shook his head. “Baby girl, there isn’t any real dancing at these types of events. They play old records, waltz music, classical shit. That’s not fun.” A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips; he leaned forward so close that his nose grazed against hers. He whispered against her mouth, “Tell me exactly what you want, Y/N.”

Y/N looked at him questioningly but then answered slowly, “I...want something else...” She took a slow sip of her wine, licking her lips and feeling self-conscious suddenly. Ransom took the empty glass from her hand and replaced it with his own. She saw the look on his face before finishing the remainder in one gulp. He swallowed and asked, “And what would you like? My cock down your throat or my fingers inside your pussy?”

“I mean, I would, but I wouldn’t want to ruin my dress,” she teased, giving him a coy smile. “Although those do sound like good alternatives.”

Ransom chuckled. “Are you telling me that I don’t look sexy in a suit? You hurt my feelings, Y/N,” he drawled sarcastically. But she caught the way his eyes lit up mischievously. She could see that he was already getting turned on at the thought of taking her somewhere and fucking her senseless in front of everyone. “Fine. Then let’s find a secluded area outside, hm?” He reached out his arm to escort her away, but she hesitated, stopping him from grabbing her wrist.

“But Ransom...it’s cold tonight.” She bit her lip anxiously, still glancing around them. There were numerous people watching curiously; several women and men gave Y/N dirty looks. She wished that they weren’t there to judge her, but rather fantasize about what she wanted to be doing right now.

Ransom snorted, “Honey, the first time you and I fucked was behind a gas station during rush hour traffic and you didn’t have a single complaint. If you don’t mind freezing your ass off, then neither do I!”

Her eyes widened and she could feel her cheeks heat up before grabbing his hand and pulling him behind one of the pillars in the building. “Shut up. I don’t want everyone to know that,” Y/N muttered, smacking him on his chest lightly.

“It’s okay. It was pretty hot knowing that anyone could’ve seen us,” He shrugged. Then he leaned forward and grabbed her hips possessively, digging his fingers into the soft flesh and bone. “How about we take the limo back to my place and forget about the party? I’m sure there will be other parties.”

She bit her bottom lip to keep herself from grinning like an idiot, shaking her head. “No. We’re staying here until the event is over,” she declared stubbornly.

He stared at her incredulously for a moment, wondering how serious she was before asking, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

She pursed her lips. “I’m not. It’s been years since I’ve gone to a black-tie gala and I want to enjoy it.” With that, she walked past him and sat back at their table, crossing her legs and ignoring the urge to glance back at Ransom to see if he followed.

Luckily, he did. His heavy steps came closer behind her; he leaned down, placing his large hands over her shoulders, squeezing lightly as his mouth brushed against her ear. She felt shivers run down her spine. His breath was hot, burning against her skin, heating her blood up to boiling point. He inhaled deeply before speaking, his voice low and rough. “You wanna be fucked like a cheap whore tonight? Like the first night that I found you.”

She nearly moaned at the memories his words invoked; the way her nails raked across his back as he relentlessly pounded into her tightness; his grunts, her screams; how her entire body trembled beneath him and the aftershocks that rocked through every fiber of her being. But most importantly, how utterly ruined she became afterward—her limbs trembling with pleasure and pain—and how Ransom carried her limp form in his arms, whispering promises of devotion and love until the exhaustion of it all lulled her into darkness. “I remember,” she breathed.

“Then fuck off with the bullshit,” Ransom growled. “You can pretend to be this innocent little princess all you want, but I know you want to get fucked. And honestly, Y/N, the sooner we get home, the longer we’ll be able to enjoy ourselves. After all, baby girl, if memory serves me correctly, you need at least twenty minutes to recover between sessions.”

Her eyes furrowed as she turned around. “That’s not true. Take that back,” she whispered angrily.

He raised an eyebrow and laughed, “Prove me wrong, then. Tell me how many times we fucked last time. Two rounds? One?” When she looked down sheepishly, he knew the answer. “Then tonight, let’s make it three!” He grinned proudly, flashing his teeth. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. He licked his lips slowly, gazing down at the cleavage of her breasts as they strained against her tight dress.

“Think about it. The soft, silky sheets that rub against our naked bodies...the taste of you coating every inch of my mouth.” He leaned closer, pressing his nose against her neck, nuzzling her skin, breathing her in deeply. “The sweet sounds you made as I took you repeatedly. Do you remember what that felt like?”

She whimpered softly as he pressed his lips against the base of her throat. She closed her eyes and inhaled sharply as she recalled how wonderfully delicious his touch felt. “Fine,” she sighed, “let’s go,” she decided as she took his arm to help her up. He stood still, staring at her skeptically. She cocked an eyebrow at him. “What? Aren’t you happy that you won?”

“Not until we’re at home and I have my dick shoved down your throat,” he growled, placing his hand on the small of her back, guiding her forward towards the exit. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that you put on those cute little lace panties underneath the dress,” he whispered.

Her eyes widened briefly before shooting a glare in his direction. “Stop checking me out.”

He chuckled. “Why? Does it turn you on knowing how many ways I can imagine bending you over and fucking you in front of every man in here? It definitely makes me hard as hell seeing you squirm like that.”

They moved through the throng of people, who smiled and waved politely, pretending they couldn’t overhear their conversation. A few of the women giggled behind cupped hands at Y/N’s embarrassed expression. She glared at Ransom as he smirked smugly at her.

When they finally broke free from the crowd of guests and stepped into the cool night air outside, she pushed him roughly up against the wall and pressed her lips hard against his. He immediately responded, moving his arms around her waist and pulling her closer, gripping tightly so she wouldn’t break away.

Her fingers tangled into his short brown hair and tugged slightly, causing him to growl possessively as he devoured her. His hands roamed up and down her body, grasping wherever they pleased as he kissed her thoroughly, deeply. Their mouths fit together perfectly, each tasting and exploring every crevice of the other.

Eventually, they parted for air. She licked her swollen lips hungrily, then met his gaze again. His expression darkened considerably. He seemed ready to eat her alive; she wouldn’t deny that she wanted it. “Come on, let’s go home,” he urges, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the side of the street, opening the door to their ride home. He guided her inside the dark leather interior of his car.

“I hope you’re ready,” he whispers, his voice gravelly with lust. He tugs on her hand until she moves towards his lap. She straddles him, the seat sinking as she presses her knees against both sides. His breath hitches when his clothed erection comes in contact with her pussy. She leans forward, licking at the base of his neck, nibbling along the column of his throat.

A shiver goes through his body. He groans softly and thrusts upward, grinding his bulge against her slick center. His head falls back to rest against the chair as he takes her mouth in another heated kiss, savoring the taste of her lips. “Mmmm...you smell incredible tonight,” he murmurs into her ear. “Like fresh rain mixed with mint,” his voice grows husky when she pushes his jacket off. “Baby girl, fuck, you’ve been teasing me all night.”

“Well, yeah, it’s fun to tease you...” Y/N gives him a wicked grin as her hands slide beneath his shirt and drag the pads of her fingers over his chest, tracing the outline of his pecs, abs... down the line that separates them, and finally resting on his navel. His muscles tense under her touch, contracting slightly when she dips a fingertip into his belly button. Her fingertips move back upward, trailing a path from there toward his sternum.

His breath becomes ragged as he pulls her dress straps down, baring her breasts for him to devour. Her nipples are hard, begging to be suckled upon and played with. Ransom wraps his lips around one, rolling and sucking harshly, alternating between nibbles and long sucks as he teases her other breast with his fingers.

She moans loudly, her back arching forward towards his mouth, causing his hands to fall onto her hips so that she can ride him. “You really love how I taste, huh?” she gasps, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. His tongue swirls around her nipple as he responds with a grunt. He pinches her clit through her underwear, making her shiver. He pulls away from her breast, bringing her face back to level him with a hungry stare. “No, I love the way you taste. Let’s see if you’re ready,” he growls, his lips meeting hers roughly and biting down until she opens her mouth willingly.

Their tongues dance together passionately, tasting each other’s mouths hungrily as they grind against one another. She kisses him harder, wrapping her arms tighter around his shoulders, wanting to be consumed completely. He breaks apart from her lips and presses his mouth against her ear. “Spread your thighs for me, baby,” he breathes against her ear, his teeth grazing lightly across the shell before nipping playfully at the lobe, earning a whimper from her. “I want to feel you wet.”

He reaches between them and hooks his finger under the waistband of her underwear, pulling the fabric aside and letting two digits sink deep inside of her. He moans appreciatively, pushing further in until the tips are brushing against her cervix. He scissors the digits as he pumps his hand slowly, drawing them in and out of her dripping slit.

Her moans echo throughout the interior of the vehicle while she tries desperately to meet him stroke for stroke. His palm presses flat against her stomach, holding her in place so that he can continue fucking her with his fingers. “So wet...so warm, baby girl...I think you’re ready.”

He removes his hand and brings his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean, swallowing every last drop of her essence. He hums appreciatively at her flavor and wipes the rest of the juices off with his thumb, running it over the length of her slit before circling it around her swollen nub.

“Do you want me to fuck you now, baby?” he asks, looking deep into her half-lidded eyes. She nods breathlessly, unable to respond verbally due to the state of overwhelming ecstasy he’d brought her to. “Are you prepared for me?” His question goes unanswered when he pulls his pants open and withdraws his thick cock. It stands tall and proud, throbbing heavily in front of her gaze as he strokes its length leisurely.

She gazes at him intently, admiring the thickness of it as well as the pre-cum that seeps from the tip. She slides down to her knees in front of him and slowly opens her mouth wide. He smiles slightly as she takes his head between her lips, swirling her tongue around it. She sucks gently while her hands stroke his shaft.

He groans deeply. “Good girl,” he coos encouragingly. “Take it all in, baby girl.” He grips a fistful of her hair and guides her further down his cock until he feels his tip press against the back of her throat.

“There you go,” he whispers. “Take it all in.” Her gag reflex kicks in, but she doesn’t stop taking him deeper and deeper. His fingers clench tighter around her hair, tugging at the roots painfully. She whines quietly and continues to swallow, forcing herself to keep moving up and down the length of him.

The car suddenly rocks violently from side to side as it hits a bump in the road, causing her to lose balance. She releases him momentarily before returning to her task with renewed enthusiasm, bobbing her head and taking him all the way down to the base. He groans loudly and throws his head back, panting heavily and gripping her hair tightly in his fists. “Oh, fuck yes... That’s it, baby... Just like that,” he pants, his hips bucking wildly. “Don’t stop, don’t ever stop,” he commands hoarsely.

She hums in agreement and works him faster, bringing him closer and closer to release. His hands release their grip on her locks, sliding down the sides of her skull to cup her cheeks lovingly as she continues to worship his dick. She slides a hand between her thighs and begins rubbing her swollen clit furiously. Her hips jerk forward involuntarily, causing her to gasp loudly. He chuckles softly, leaning forward to plant a series of kisses along the top of her scalp.

Her fingers massage his balls lightly, causing his spine to arch up instinctively. His eyelids flutter shut as he cries out in pleasure. She continues pumping her hand rapidly up and down, drawing loud moans from deep within his chest. His voice breaks and cracks with each cry of rapture he utters, his body trembling uncontrollably beneath her skilled touch.

Suddenly, his pelvis bucks upwards once more, and she feels him erupt inside her throat, filling her with thick ribbons of hot seed. His orgasm leaves him breathless; his chest rises and falls heavily, his fingers stroking her jawline lovingly while his other hand rests atop her head. Her own climax follows seconds later. She moans loudly into his pulsing cock, spilling onto her palms and fingers.

“Holy shit...” He sighs after several moments pass, leaning forward to capture her lips between his own. She responds eagerly, sucking on his lower lip as his tongue darts past hers and enters her mouth, dancing against her teeth. He growls in appreciation and nibbles playfully upon her swollen flesh. She giggles and breaks off from his kiss to gasp for oxygen.

“Damn, Ransom, what did you do to me?”

“You were asking for it. If that’s how you want to play things, I’ll be sure to fuck you senseless tonight, baby girl. Just like I promised.”

She shudders and stares up at him with adoration. His handsome features burn into her mind. His chiseled cheekbones frame his intense blue eyes like glass, which shimmer beautifully as they focus on her with desire. She sees a slight twinkle in them, reflecting off of the moonlight shining through the window, giving him a glow that makes him seem ethereal.

The car suddenly stops abruptly outside Ransom’s mansion. The driver clears his throat before speaking. “We’re home, Mr. Drysdale,” he announces.

They break away from one another, but her gaze stays locked on his face as she lifts herself off the floor and sits back in her original position, adjusting her dress. “Thanks,” he replies curtly, without looking up from her. Ransom flashes her a mirk before grabbing her hand and leading her out of the car.

She stumbles after him excitedly. They enter the building, both their bodies on fire for each other, anticipating the fun they’ll have tonight.

As soon as they step through the door, Ransom whips her around to face him, gripping the base of her neck and pushing her hard against the wall. She yelps but finds herself enjoying his aggressiveness, feeling heat pool between her legs as he looms over her, caging her between his muscular arms. His mouth is inches away from hers, so close she can feel his breath on her skin. The tip of his nose nudges the side of her head as his lips brush lightly against her ear.

He inhales sharply, drinking her scent in deeply and making her whimper helplessly as his tongue trails along the edge of her jaw, stopping just above the hollow of her throat where her pulse pounds rapidly.

She whimpers helplessly as his mouth claims her sensitive skin, his sharp teeth nibbling on it, marking his ownership of her body. She groans softly and closes her eyes. “Ransom...please...”

He ignores her plea and moves his attention downwards, kissing a trail along the curve of her shoulder. “Shhh...Relax, baby girl. Don’t fight me, I promise I’ll give you what you need.” He peppers her neck and throat with tiny bites, sending shivers of arousal throughout her being. “Now, do you want me to fuck you here or in the bedroom?”

“Please,” she whispers breathlessly. “In the bedroom,” she answered obediently. She was already too wet, too eager, her walls contracting and throbbing as her body yearned to feel his thick girth fill her, stretching her beyond her limits.

Ransom nods, keeping his mouth planted firmly against her skin, whispering soothing words into her ear, luring her mind to submission. “You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He murmured.

“Y-yes.”

His voice sends goosebumps rippling across her skin, prickling her nipples hard under the thin fabric of her dress, which causes her nipples to stiffen and protrude outward as her heart races wildly beneath her chest. His fingers find their way between her thighs and graze the outline of her panty-covered folds, making her mewl pitifully at his ministrations.

“Look at me.” She opens her eyes wide, staring directly into his mesmerizing gaze. He holds her stare for several seconds, leaving her breathless. Then he leans forward, pressing his lips tenderly against hers, causing her body to melt beneath his touch. “My baby girl,” he says possessively, before pulling away.

Without another word, he tugs on her arm and walks up the grand staircase, leading her to his bedroom, their fingers interlocked.

Upon entering the room, she kicks off her heels and places them near the entrance of the large master suite. Once she enters the threshold, Ransom spins her around swiftly, pinning her wrists above her head, using his superior height to tower over her and trap her underneath him. His mouth descends upon hers brutally, stealing her breath away as he devours her sweet lips hungrily.

A small gasp escapes from her lips when his tongue slithers past the barrier of her teeth, swirling around hers skillfully. Her limbs begin to shake uncontrollably; she can feel her juices start flowing out of her pussy at an alarmingly fast rate, dampening the satin material of her panties. He groans lustfully into her mouth, allowing himself to explore every crevice of her mouth with his skilled muscle. His fingers twist into her hair and yank at it roughly, holding her still, dominating her.

The moment her knees tremble beneath her, his grip loosens. He backed away slightly so that he could stare into her eyes again. Y/N blinked dizzily, gasping for air, her chest rising and falling as her heart beat frantically within her ribcage. She looks at him curiously, wondering why he pulled back. His mouth moves against hers briefly, catching her lower lip between his teeth, nibbling it lovingly.

Before she even has time to react, he grasps her hips and lifts her up effortlessly. “Wrap your arms around my neck,” he commands huskily, gazing at her intently while awaiting her compliance. Y/N complies without hesitation, gripping his shoulders tightly and locking her hands together behind the nape of his neck, clinging to him for dear life. He carries her over to his king-sized mattress and lays her down on top of the soft sheets.

She watches intently as he begins unbuttoning her dress, exposing her naked torso to his hungry eyes, revealing her perfectly round breasts with hard nipples, ripe for sucking. “You look like a goddess, baby. Like some kind of sex angel,” he rasps, his voice low and deep, thick with lust. As the rest of her garment falls away, he peels her drenched panties aside, revealing her glistening mound. He pauses briefly, taking in the view, admiring her beauty.

His hand drops to his side, his eyes widening as they travel over her form, causing her breath to quicken once more. “Are you gonna stare all night or do something about it?” she teases, looking up at him. His eyebrow quirks at her playful tone, making him grin widely.

A shudder wracks through her body when his fingertips ghost across the top of her belly button, tracing its contour before trailing upwards and dipping into the valley between her breasts. His index finger circles one areola, teasing it, bringing it to a hardened peak. She bites back a moan and arches her back, thrusting herself against his digit, causing her hips to buck involuntarily.

“What’s wrong, baby? Getting impatient?” he chuckles. His fingers glide up her waist and begin massaging the underside of her breasts, fondling her gently while caressing her body lovingly.

“You know I enjoy playing with you, but you’re acting like this is our first time, and we’ve done much, much worse than just fingering your sweet little pussy...” His voice is thick and sensual. A sharp pang of longing shoots through her chest at his words, causing her to gasp silently.

“Oh please,” she whined breathlessly, shifting her weight under him.

His gaze never breaks away from hers as he continues touching her. He palms one breast firmly, squeezing and kneading it, causing her to throw her head back against the pillows. “Keep your eyes open, beautiful,” he warns sternly. Her vision returns to normal almost instantly, focusing solely on his handsome features, unable to tear her gaze off him.

Ransom pulled his hand away and behind, unbuttoning his shirt, then sliding down his trousers, pulling his briefs with it so that he stood at full erection.

“Beautiful,” he said. “Just like the night I saw you for the first time. You looked just as appetizing as you do now...” He trailed off as he bent down and licked her left nipple, biting the stiff flesh and making her arch her back in delight. His fingers continued their dance across her stomach, descending south to play with her sensitive clit.

A cry escaped from her lips as two digits slipped in between her slick folds, spreading apart her slippery labia and coating them with her juices. “It’s so tight. So hot and wet,” he marvels, rubbing the pads of his fingertips over her quivering slit.

His digits slide down to her entrance, and he pushes deep inside, hitting them instantly, curling them upwards to rub against her G-spot, drawing a strangled cry from her. His thumb rotates in slow, steady circles against her pearl as he pumps into her slowly, gradually increasing his speed.

Her hips began rocking against his hand in sync, matching his rhythm perfectly. “That’s it, baby girl,” he growled, grinning wickedly. “Show me how much you love this. Show daddy how badly you want him. Beg for it.”

“Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed, “Please! Please fuck me Ransom...Fuck me harder than anyone ever has!” she pleaded. He paused momentarily, and his face softened as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss on her lips. His breath tickled her skin as he breathed warm air against her skin.

“If you say so, baby girl, but remember, you asked for it.” His smirk reappeared when he plunged his cock in with a single swift motion, burying himself deep inside her with one quick thrust. A loud wail echoed throughout the bedroom as he filled her completely, stretching her to her limits as his thick length sunk into her. Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes as pain mixed with pleasure coursed through her entire being.

Ransom stayed there, unmoving for several seconds, watching her squirm and whimper underneath him. “Feeling okay, baby?” he asked, concerned.

“Yes,” she managed weakly.

He smirked once more before he began moving, driving his shaft into her relentlessly. His thrusts picked up speed as he hammered into her mercilessly. Her back arched off the bed as she writhed on top of the soft sheets, grasping tightly at his shoulders, raking her nails down his back. He hissed quietly as he fucked her hard, pounding her repeatedly until she screamed out her orgasm, thrashing wildly against his powerful movements.

When she came undone beneath him, her inner muscles clenched tightly around his cock, milking him dry. When he had finished emptying himself into her womb, he collapsed forward on top of her, resting his head between her breasts, listening to her heartbeat while panting heavily from the exertion.

Y/N giggled softly as he lay upon her, his cheek pressed against her breastbone, his breath ghosting across her nipple.

“You’re amazing, princess,” he muttered softly between shallow breaths. She smiled softly at his compliment as he gazed lovingly into her eyes. Her hands drifted upwards to comb her fingers through his damp hair, untangling the knots in his thick locks and letting the loose strands cascade around her face. She sighed happily as they lay there together, basking in post-orgasm bliss. “How’d I get so lucky, baby girl?” he murmured softly, tracing circles upon her abdomen.

“I’m the lucky one,” she replied sincerely. His lips brushed against her flesh, kissing each inch of her skin reverently. She giggled again as she felt her toes curl involuntarily at his touch. He laughed lightly in return, pressing one last kiss into her temple.

Then he rolled onto his side, laying alongside her, wrapping an arm securely around her waist, spooning her body with his, drawing her flush against him. He buried his nose into her messy tresses and inhaled deeply.

His free hand moved downward to cup her breast, massaging the fullness of her teat.

She moaned at the sensation, shivering slightly as his palm stroked along her hardened bud, eliciting another sigh from her. “Ransom,” she whispered timidly. His grip tightened on her chest, squeezing it roughly, forcing her nipples into pointy peaks. “Oww,” she gasped in surprise, wincing at the unexpected sting of pain. He chuckled lightly as he continued kneading her swollen mounds.

“Sorry, babe. I can’t help myself when you’re this beautiful.”

He spoke with such tenderness, sending chills down her spine. His warm breath tickled her ear, causing her cheeks to heat in embarrassment. She turned away bashfully, avoiding eye contact with him.

His smirk grows as rolls over on his side. “Why won’t you look at me, baby girl?” He brushes a stray lock out of her face, stroking her jawline with his calloused pad.

“I don’t know,” she replies softly.

“I’m not going anywhere. What’s bothering you?”

“Nothing,” she mutters nervously.

His eyebrows raise up a notch as his pupils dilate, his cerulean eyes boring into her own. “So you really don’t have anything to hide from me? No secrets you haven’t told your boyfriend yet?”

“What do you mean?” she squeaks, swallowing hard.

“Come on, princess, there’s no reason for you to be scared. Just tell me what’s bugging you. I promise I won’t judge.” His words soothe her somewhat, alleviating some of her fears.

Her body relaxes a bit as his fingers brush along her ribs, grazing the edges of her sensitive ribs. She sighs contentedly as he continues exploring her curves and contours, eliciting another gasp from her when he touches a particularly sensitive spot on her body.

“It’s nothing. I promise.” Her voice shakes with emotion.

“It’s alright, baby girl. You can trust me,” he coaxed.

She hesitated, her breath hitching in her throat when he lowered his head to plant feather-soft kisses on her exposed skin. Her pulse raced erratically as he traced circles on her flesh.

“Okay,” she finally whispered hesitantly, deciding she might as well confess, considering how intimate they were becoming with each other, especially after the earth-shattering fucking and the intimacy between them afterward. “I’ve been thinking about us lately. And...I’m worried you’ll get tired of me.”

“Tired of what? Being your lover?” He smiled teasingly, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. “Don’t worry, gorgeous. That won’t happen anytime soon.”

She smiled at his answer and shook her head vehemently. “That’s not what I meant,” she insisted earnestly.

His brows furrowed as he tilted his chin to look at her questioningly.

“Then what exactly did you mean, baby girl?”

Her cheeks reddened further as she averted her gaze. “Well...” Her eyes flickered downward towards the sheets draped over their bodies.

She paused for several seconds before continuing, searching desperately for the words to express her feelings. She inhaled sharply and opened her mouth to speak but faltered, closing it quickly and turning her head away from him. “I’m sorry, Ransom,” she murmured shamefacedly, tears forming at the corner of her eyes.

His heart sank when he witnessed her distress, his smile disappearing in an instant as he stared intently at her trembling figure. “No, baby, please don’t apologize for telling me things.” He cupped her cheek with his free hand, tilting her face so that her eyes met his once again.

“Go ahead and tell me everything. I want to know all about what’s troubling you.” She chewed on her bottom lip, hesitating one final moment before mustering the courage to speak. “Ransom, I care about you and-“

“But I love you,” he interrupted forcefully, his grip tightening around her upper arm possessively, pinning her in place beneath him.

Her breath hitched in shock at his declaration. His proclamation, followed by his embrace, sent shivers coursing throughout her body. “W-what?”

Her stammering response caused him to chuckle softly and shake his head, his expression growing serious as he stared intensely into her eyes. “I love you, Y/N, and there isn’t a single thing that could make me leave your side.”

His words washed over her, warming her soul and melting any lingering reservations she possessed regarding their relationship. He smiled affectionately when she didn’t respond immediately, taking hold of her right hand and guiding it to rest against his bare chest directly above his heart. “Can you feel that?”

She nodded slowly and swallowed hard as her fingertips pressed lightly against his skin. “You’ve always been more than just my sugar baby,” he said quietly, speaking tenderly against her temple. “Even though it was only supposed to be about the money. The sex. Not you.” Her brow creased as his admission sunk in, causing her to blink back tears.

She sniffled quietly and wiped away the moisture collecting on her lashes. “I’m sorry for saying that to you, baby girl,” he apologized, “but I needed to say it, to explain to you that it was never about the money and sex.”

He kissed her forehead and brought her body against his, wrapping strong arms around her frame protectively, enveloping her completely within his warmth.

“This was always real for me. It still is now, if you’d allow me to prove my loyalty to you, baby girl.” She sobbed, burying her face in the crook of his neck, clinging desperately to his muscular form.

He pulled away slightly, gazing deeply into her teary eyes. “Will you let me show you what this really means? How much it means? Let me prove to you that I want you forever,” he murmured urgently, brushing her hair from her face, wiping away her flowing tears, leaving wet streaks against her cheeks.

“Of course,” she whimpered weakly. “Yes! I want that too,” she begged, her voice thick with emotion.

His smile widened, filling with adoration as he cradled her head in both palms, framing her delicate features, cherishing the beauty of his queen. His gaze roamed across her entire body, drinking up her naked splendor, devouring every curve, crevasse, nook and cranny, committing each inch of her shape to memory.

“Y/N, you are perfection personified.” He dipped down, brushing his lips against hers, teasing the seam with light strokes. She trembled at the contact, goosebumps spreading over her flesh like wildfire as his warm breath ghosted across her skin, heating up the surrounding air.

She sighed contently, her eyelids fluttering close as his tongue slid effortlessly between her parted lips, massaging them, dancing passionately with hers.

She moaned sweetly when he suckled the tip gently before sucking harder, pulling away and lapping at her sweet, tangy flavor. “Your sweet little mouth tastes divine,” he breathed against her. He captured her bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling hungrily before letting go.

She shuddered, panting heavily from the sudden intensity of her arousal coursing through her veins. Her breathing intensified as her blood pumped through her, causing her to gasp and writhe uncontrollably against his torso, bucking against him wildly.

Her entire body vibrated with need as waves of ecstasy rippled through her core. “Ransom,” she whispered huskily, groaning loudly, arching upwards to grind against him while grasping fiercely onto his shoulders, digging sharp nails into his supple flesh.

As he gazed upon her beautiful face, he knew deep down in his heart that she was the one. She had shown him a side of himself that he hadn’t known existed, bringing forth a level of vulnerability and compassion he never thought he would experience in his lifetime.

She had unlocked his heart, broken through his defenses, and taught him the true meaning of love. With her by his side, he felt whole. Complete. And he vowed to spend every moment of their lives together proving to her how much he loved and cherished her.