Christoph(airy)

- alright, I hope I’m not gonna repeat anything I’ve written already in the first part, but if I do, forgive me pls hehe

- first of all, we can all agree that this man’s lips DEFINITELY KNOW how to make a human lose their mind, yeah? Even without us knowing what it tastes like, it’s DELICIOUS and it shows.

- first kiss with him? Would be ENGRAVED forever in your mind cause he’s soooooooooooooo soft with it.

- I mean, not only the kiss itself but the way he “prepared” you for it? Makes you just wanna swallow him whole cause he’s so precious about it.

- doesn’t rush anything, as always, and always respects your boundaries ofc

- so if he notices the slightest hesitation or uncertainty in your behavior/eyes? He’s gonna be so angelic abt it

- like, “I’m not gonna push you to do it, I just wanna know if you feel the same” and then there’s that part where you probably pull him in and kiss the life out of him.

- no but like it really depends on you and your experience with kisses/partners before and your confidence too

- cuz he’s gonna be the incredible mf he is (sorry abt that. i love his mom) and gonna calm you down if it’s your first time kissing a guy

- his hands would be all over you, in the softest ways, just to relax your nerves.

- he either intertwines your fingers together and cups your face with the other hand, or just holds your neck in a feather-like touch(??) like not too harsh, just gently having his palm on your pulse and his fingertips gently grazing the back of your neck, slowly moving into your hair…

- AHHHHHHHHHH! *internally screaming* sorry for that

- anyways that shit sends shivers down your spine cuz he’s so gentleeeeee have you seen him

- (he can be rough too😏 but not here not now!)

- would absofuckinglutely have that charming grin plastered on his face before your lips touch for the first time. Like in that peppero game? Yeah that shit blows my mind every time. F him.

- once he closes the gap between the two of you and your lips are touching? He is already going insane, and he has very bold intentions to do the same to you. And he very much fucking does without even trying.

- his head is tilted in the opposite direction of yours, lips brushing against yours and then finally taking them on a thrill adventure ;)

- so torturously slowwwwwwwww you’re losing every bit of self respect when he hums into your mouth, slowly moving his head as his hand that’s on your neck pulling you closer and deepening the kiss.

- if his other hand is leaving yours it’s only because he’s gonna slide it under your shirt, just a little bit only to hold your waist. He needs to feel your skin and he’s not as gentle as he was before anymore.

- his fingers gripping your skin slightly, just enough to engrave the feeling of your flesh into his memory and he pulls you even closer until there’s no space left between the two of you.

- his thumb is definitely being the last gentle touch he gives you as it caresses your flesh sooooo tenderlyyyyyyyy

- and then he pulls away, slowly. He opens his eyes as you do the same. Both of you are breathing messily, processing the last few moments.

- he presses his forehead against yours and wishes you’re gonna ignore the terrible blushing mess he’s become

- he can’t help but smile at you, the tips of your noses are touching and he’s going insane cuz he just claimed you with his lips. And it’s amazing. And he wants more. No, he NEEDS more.

- “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.” He’d say before crashing his lips on yours again, kissing you a bit hungrier now, yet it’s still as pure as the last one. And baby, he’s gonna make you moan into his mouth cause if he doesn’t? His ego might crash.

- so when you do moan in between kisses, gripping his shirt or whatever you like (in case he’s wearing anything at all) he pulls away just to tell you, “do that again, wanna fucking hear you.” And if you aren’t soaking at this point, you are the problem (sorry for that too).

- and of courseeeeeeee he doesn’t waste time and attacks with you them lips that are craving yours so badly, again.

- he lovesssss lovessss lovessssss making you breathless, panting and gasping for air

- it’s all about sweet torture basically.

- sometimes when he’s too overworked, too exhausted, in need of comfort, he doesn’t even bother saying anything after he barges into your place (/shared apt or whatever) and just looks for your lips. No words. No explanation. Just the taste of you.

- you wouldn’t even be able to ask “how was your day?” and he’s already devouring you like you’re a comforting Ben&Jerry’s can of ice cream after a breakup (minus the breakup, we’re all into a very healthy relationship here)

- he is a man of words but when he’s tired all he wants to do is love you with his lips and tongue; not necessarily sexually, just letting you know how much he wants and needs you close to him

- nibbles and gently bites on your bottom lip and then licks it and pulls away to ask if it’s okay and he isn’t hurting you

- fuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkk

- sorry, he’s so caring that my own thought of him are driving me crazy

- but he’s a little tease (🤬) too so don’t expect him to keep doing things you tell him you like for long

- “oh you like that, huh?” And then he stops and stares at you

- he’s gonna dodge your kisses now and tease the fuck outta you

- “nah-uh. You know what to do.”

- yeah, we all know.

- and he’s gonna go all the way in when you finally say “please”, but not before he’s praising you with something mind fucking like “good girl…” with a devilish smile and before you know it he’s kissing you again

- and you always end up on the couch cause he’s too exhausted to take it to the bedroom

- andddd if it leads to spoicy time, it’s always lazy and slow and loving cause he had a long day and just needs to relieve some stress (but he never gives you the feeling he’s only using you for stress relief tho)

- but honestly it depends on his day, if he’s angry then you can prepare yourself for body wrecking, rough, unforgettable session that’ll make you scream :)

- and the third possibility, which is just falling asleep flush against each other when his lips are attached to your forehead. Or neck if there’s enough space on the couch and you’re laying comfortably.

- in general, he always finds his lips on some part of you.

- like when you cook and he comes back from work or just takes a break from working on music. He comes to you and wraps his arms around you, and it’s always soooooo warm in his embrace that you’re struggling with hiding your blushing cheeks

- then his hands move to your waist or your hips while his face buries itself in your neck, taking in your scent, he’s addicted to you

- “Missed you…” even if he’s only been busy on his laptop for a few hours now, even if he was gone just for a little while. And you LOVE his clinginess, cause it’s him loving you in the gentlest way possible.

- and he softly groans as his nose grazing against your jaw, his lips finding a spot behind your ear and kissing it, leaving a sound when he removes them from your skin just for a second and then he finds another spot, lower, over your pulse.

- and that spot right there? Is his favorite. Why? Cause he fucking loves to hear how your pulse changes whenever he does that shit.

- his lips linger on your vessels, pressed against it and then his wraps them around a small spot and sucks on it, not enough to leave a bruise tho. Cause soon enough it turns to an almost a make out session with your neck and you have to turn the stove off…

- you let out soft moans, even though cooking is long forgotten now, neither of your moves nor turn around to face each other. His front still presses against your back, his hands holding you by the waist, pulling you in so you feel him growing hard, his mouth leaving a trail over sweet, ethereal kisses along your neck.

- without you even noticing, cause you’re too busy losing your damn mind over the feeling of his lips against your skin, he’s slowly sliding down the straps of your tank top (very specific but let’s say you always wear those at home), just to kiss all the way down to you shoulders

- And gosh he loves kissing your shoulders and watch you shivering

- like at first he just tests out one small kiss on the crook of your neck where it connects with your shoulder and when your head falls backwards, he knows it’s a sign for him to give you more of those…

- plus the feeling of his fingertips slowly taking off the other strap while he’s busy kissing the opposite shoulder is ahgaskshebejemskneneisns ok????

- “fuck, im addicted to those moans… feels good yeah?”

- “let me hear you…”

- “mmm… your skin is so addictive, baby.” While groaning against your skin. Maddening.

- girl, he is WHIPPED. And does it so slow and delicately.

- loves it when you do your makeup but girl, he’s gonna pout and manipulate you in a very sweet way if you put on a lipgloss or non kiss-proof lipstick.

- gonna shower you with compliments and there’s always gonna be a ‘but’ if you do that

- like, “You look so fucking good, babe…” while drooling over you and pulling you closer by your hips and then noticing the shimmer on your lips. “Did you put on a gloss again?!” In a frustrated voice… “how am I supposed to kiss you now?” It’s as if he can’t live without your lips on his.

- but is he gonna tell you to take it off? Absolutely not. Cause what does he have lips for if not to wipe it off of you and teach you a lesson so you won’t do it again cuz your man is starving??

- “I’m gonna buy you every shade of liquid lipstick.” is gonna be his apology for ruining your current lipstick.

- KISSING AT STOP SIGNS (TRAFFIC/RED LIGHTS whatever you call it)

- like soooo randomly he just grabs your chin and pecks your lips or if you two are waiting at the drive through he just does that jahahsoeheueks thing guys do and wraps his hand around your neck and kisses you.

- read that again and imagine that.

- let it sink in. Yep.

- doesn’t kiss you that much in public like where it’s crowded UNLESS he has to claim you.

- like the classic example of going out with friends or to an event and someone flirts with you but you’re acting too nice and the other person doesn’t get it that you’re unavailable

- Chris would just be so pissed inside but he’s confident enough to just walk behind you and place a quick kiss on your neck in front of that person

- or maybe like wrap his arm around your waist as he pulls you closer to him and says something like “Babe, let grab a drink”. Emphasis on BABE.

- and again, claims that he isn’t possessive (mars in Sagittarius) but Venus in Scorpio says otherwise. you’re his and he’s not sharing. And you have to be loyal cuz he definitely is. And if he chose you, you’re a damn lucky one.

- THO…

- if you decide to tease him and flirt with that person in return just to get Chris jealous…

- you’re in trouble my dear.

- either sleeping alone and talking to the walls in your bedroom tonight

- or he’s gonna tease you until you swear to never do it again.

- he’d pull you into some private space and press his forehead against yours.

- “the fuck you think you’re doing, hm?” His voice is low, almost intimidating but nowhere near violent or toxic…

- “thought you could just flirt with that asshole and get away with it? Huh?” He’d pin you against the wall, taking your breath away with how arousing he is. You know he’s just teasing, but he’s not playing when it’s his own heart you’re using just to get a reaction.

- and both of you know that you’re not using it in a bad way, you just really like seeing how much he cares. But still, don’t test his patience.

- his thumb softly caressing your neck as the rest of his fingers pressing against the nape of your neck.

- “hm? Not so giggly now, are you? You like testing me, little one?” And then his lips find yours, just for a second. Barely a second. And you crave more of him.

- he’ll look down at you, intimidating, dangerous almost. Still having his hot breath against yours. His crotch pressed against you. It’s so hard to breathe cause all you want is his pink plump lips on yours again but he’s gonna push you away.

- you only manage to tug at his shirt and stare at his lips, and back to his eyes. Repeating that over and over again.

- “Please…” your voice is desperate, even if you’re not that type. Even if you can be feisty and tough, all that attitude is gone once he gets you like this.

- “Look at you, so fucking needy.” He’s bullying you in return, he’s gonna tease and teach you this so you’ll never do that again.

- “Please I just like it when you…”

- “Jealous? Hm, is that what you like?” His lips are so close to yours. The slightest touch is being made by him, the sweetness of his lips is almost felt but he pulls away again.

- “I won’t do it again, baby please.” You’d say, just to break this. But no. He knows you will do it again unless he’ll take it as far as you can take it.

- “Needy little thing…” he’d say with a grin, devilish, evil, teasing.

- “Please, Chris…” something in him would snap once your mouth pronounces his name. No matter how many great songs and sounds he makes, his name coming out from your lips is his favorite music.

- “please what, babygirl?” He knows what you want, and he’s doing that again. This time he’s taking your bottom lip between his teeth and dragging it out until it’s released with a slight bubble sound.

- and you can try all the different things that drive him crazy. Like bring your hand to his crotch and palm his through his trousers or pull him even closer to you by the hooks of his belt.

- he’d try his best not to turn you around and take you right then and there but his lips will always find their way back on yours.

- he’d kiss you so passionately, as if saying “I hate how much I love you” but you’d be the kind of couple that would arouse each other even at moments like this. Especially in moments like this.

- these are the only moments he’d use some of his power over you, not too rough to hurt you but to show you that his heart isn’t your toy. He both loves and hates when you try to make him jealous. He’d rather just make sweet, deep, emotional love to you than grip your hair, what he’d do now and pull your head back to explore your mouth better.

- he’d involve his tongue rather quickly, licking past your lips to get permission to invade your mouth and when you open it and moan into the kiss, he finds your tongue and they collide together in a lustful, claiming pace.

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-“But <insert daughter’s name> said she wants a little brother…” of course he’d manipulate you to it, in a very precious way as this one, even if your daughter didn’t really mention anything…

- He’d get all clingy till you give in, even if it takes months to convince you…

- and if you get pregnant with another baby girl? He’ll try again. It’ll only give him more excuses to breed you until it takes. Giving up? Not his style.

- will shower you with kisses as he holds you close when he comes, flush against each other. Literally repeating soft, ‘I love you’s while breathing heavily against your neck. He struggles with pulling out of you cause this proximity? That’s his paradise.

- and when you’re finally pregnant, round and beautiful with his second or third baby (or fourth if all the previous ones turned out to be daddy’s little versions with pigtails), told you, he’s gonna try until it he makes it. And that drive he has in his eyes every time he comes up to ask for another baby? Turns you on to the point you’re the one asking for it now.

- But seriously, let’s say he’s gonna have two girls and a boy (just like in that show yes yes I know, no originality I’m sorry)

- Will be the besttttttttttttt father eveerrrrrr

- legit he already is the most caring and sweet person ever so just picture him with his own kids? Knowing they’re the outcome of your love? That you two made them? The peak of his pride.

- a very involved dad.

- would probably blame himself for missing out on something with the kids but most of the time he’s with them cause he thinks it’s VERY important that they have him in his life, even for the smallest things.

- whether it’s picking them up from preschool/school and then attending every end of school year’s party/graduation, or just hanging out and spending quality time together.

- no matter how busy his schedule is, we all know that he will make time to be with the people he loves (Crying in Channie’s room)

- so yeah, would definitely be there and be his kids’ best friend.

- was literally built to take care of people, cause look at him doing all this kind of stuff when he doesn’t have to but he fights for it (and being annoyingly humble about it too)

- so yeah, “I have seven kids, I don’t need any more” is his motto until he met you. And of course it took a little while till you moved in together and blah blah got married or whatever… he just came to the point of being ready for something your share forever except for love for each other.

- So, softest dad ever yet strict enough to set boundaries.

- will let his daughters put on some makeup on his face and do his hair while he’s holding their baby brother in his arms and rocking him to sleep

- like have yall seen the way he’s holding berry or plushies the size of a baby??????????? Devastating.

- absolutely gonna help with their homework and stuff, and even teach them things from a very young age

- strict when someone does the slightest thing that might be unsafe and alwaysss the one to save the day

- a protector (we all know that, nothing new)

- teaches the kids how to read and write so they can already be educated enough before first grade

- your kids KNOW daddy will get mad if they play in his studio cause all that equipment? Expensive shit.

- but it doesn’t mean he won’t show them how he makes music and uses all his cool stuff he’s passionate about. They just know that no touching is allowed.

- like can you see him pull one of them on his lap and let them make some beats with him? You’d just stand in the doorway and be so grateful to witness that.

- loves building cute stuff for his kids so they can play with it, like a big doll house just their size, but will soon regret it cause they keep pulling him to play with them

- and you just stand there and enjoy seeing him “struggle” with all that princess life and a crying baby boy, but he’s so thankful for it

- I feel like whenever your eyes lock when the kids are around, your eyes exchange emotions and conversations without saying a word

- just the genuine feeling of “we made it.”

- (and recklessly might as well not use protection later that night as well…)

- yeah so he’s the type of partner to also tell you that you should rest and he’ll do it (whatever it is to do) for you. Will get you weak in the knees Every. Damn. Time.

- your daughter would come up to him and ask innocently, “daddy, why is mommy sleeping all day?” (Cause you’re suddenly exhausted from everything around… housework, work if you do that too, another possible pregnancy)

- but he always got your back and is the most considerate partner ever. He’d be like, “mommy should get some rest cause she works hard,” (that’s something I wish more men would say instead of complain about their wives. But hey! If you know a man like that, you’re blessed.)

- but at the end of the day, when you go to sleep together and joke about all of the precious stuff your kids say and do, exchanging information about those mini variation of you two, you understand why you’ve falling for him in the first place.

- has so much love and appreciation for you for being his, and being so strong to give birth and take care of them, and he’ll make sure you feel appropriated every second of your life with him

- will caress the side of your face as he watches you fall asleep and tell you how proud he is of you

- remember “I’m proud of you, always will be.”?! That exactly.

- also, “I’m so lucky to have you” and, “I will never get used to you being mine” that would even be said after 56 kids and 120 years together.

- so whipped for you fr.

- he loves deeply and he’ll give you all the love he never showed anyone else before you cause he’s been so discreet about his feelings and it all peels off when you let him give you that.

- he’d love when you jokingly make a scene about you calling him ‘daddy’ first

- “You can still call me that, you know. It’s just a different context when you say it…” aaaaaand he pulls you closer and guess what happens next?

(Not another kid you’re already pregnant with the fourth hehe)

- if you guys get into a fight (cuz normal people do that usually), he will NEVER do it in front of the kids. He’d give you the silent treatment or make you with you later when they’re asleep but his babies? Will never hear one bad word about you, no matter how pissed he is. He just knows he loves you and it’s just a matter of time till you guys figure things out.

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-Starting from sweet words, to sweet kisses to sweet orgasms he’d rip from you over and over again with that mouth.

- we all have seen how precise his words are when he speaks about things/people he loves. That’s gonna make you fall in love every time he only parts his lips to say anything.

- could melt you with his sweet praises like an ice cream on a hot summer day in Australia.

- even unintentional ones like, “Need help with that, little one?”

- or when you come home from work/school/whatever business, and you need comfort, babe he’s gonna sweet talk you so softly you’ll be throwing chairs in the air and pulling out every single hair from your head.

- uses nicknames like: love, little one (these two confirmed), babygirl (also confirmed), baby, sweets, sweet thing, little thing, pretty thing, thing thing thing… and honestly? You’re already on your knees giving him a tutorial on how to tie your hair up. From his words only.

- of course his other side (the evil tease that does the complete opposite of making you wanna keep him in your arms and rather in some other parts of your body ;)) will call you names like “dirty/filthy/greedy little thing, princess…)

- I don’t see him using degrading names unless you tell him you have this kink (“I’ll fulfill all your fantasies” was a promise so he gonna keep it)

- but yeah, I see him as a very soft Dom, so most of the time he just praises you on how good you’re being for him, how good you’re taking him, how pretty you look when you come for him, etc…

- (Really depends on the situation and the mood between you too cuz if you start misbehaving and testing him, he ain’t gonna keep fucking around about it. He either lets you be and gives you the silent treatment, or teaching you a lesson, and that’s where degradation MIGHT take place. But only very rarely.)

- anyways, mouth. Right.

- have you seen his lips? I bet you did. Have you seen anything else besides them? I doubt it. Don’t ask the color of anything I’m busy staring at the most beautiful pair of lips ever.

- just as I said about the hands, the same goes here with his his pink, plump, slightly chapped (you’re gonna take care of it anyways), kissable lips.

- FOREHEAD KISSES. Just take your time and imagine him randomly coming up to you and places a gentle, comforting kiss on your forehead, or the top of your head if you’re busy and he doesn’t wanna interrupt you but has to have some sort of connection, even if it’s just for a second.

- and of course you wouldn’t be able to resist him and just keep doing your business after he “innocently” leaves a kiss on your forehead. But that’s just up to you what to do next.

- kisses your lips with such delicacy that you never get enough of it.

- would take him two seconds and one brush of his lips against your own to turn it into a hot makeout session that lasts as long as you two can last without breathing.

- DEFINITELY MOANS INTO YOUR MOUTH. UH.

- but if he’s all soft and cuddly? It’s over for you. Cause no matter how hot the kisses get when you two are needy, nothing compares to those chaste, gentle, mfing addictive-sweet-soft kisses.

- first he’d be a blushing mess cause the tip of his nose brushing against yours, and then he’s probably taking your hands and intertwining your fingers together before he lays you down on the bed or like gently pushes you against something. Like, a wall, a kitchen counter, a couch…

- and it’s all so pure and makes you feel so so so in loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Fuck. (Him).

- so when his lips touch your own, your breath hitches cause it’s an ethereal feeling. He literally takes your breath away, and then cups your face with one hand as the other still intertwined with yours…

- or he just holds your neck and caresses your jaw with his thumb ever so slightly as if he’s trying to not hurt you with his touch.

- but yeah anyways, makes you lose your mind over the sweetest kisses ever.

- A sucker for taking your bottom lip between his teeth and dragging it oh so gently, so careful with it.

- ugh, NECK KISSES too. Such a weakness. Goes for both of you cause well, idk if there’s anyone out there who doesn’t like neck kisses but HIS? Are addictive. Nothing less than that. Will practically have you begging for him to press his majestic lips to your neck every. Time. You. Look. At. Them. No cuz, they’re so inviting wtf.

- loves tugging at your hair so he can pull your head back just slightly enough to expose your delicious neck (he’s a wolf and that’s his favorite meal ok?)

- There’s not one spot he’d leave unkissed.

- the amount of pressure he puts on your neck depends on the mood. And that’s basically his way of telling you either, “I’m horny” or “I’m too tired but never for this”.

- and if he’s horny, he’d start by using some teeth as well, nibbling and tugging at your flesh just slightly, not enough to hurt you, but enough to signal you that he WANTS you now. His tongue swipes over the area he bites on to make sure he’s not hurting you. But generally, when he’s needy, his kisses are more open mouthed, wet and full of sounds.

- he grunts and groans and moans and saying your name and how delicious and pretty you are whenever he leaves a trail of wet, yet loving kisses.

- and they ARE loving, do not think he’s only beasty when he needs you. He makes sure you feel his love through his actions since he hates getting flustered in front of you.

- he’s just a little hungry wolf who loves your neck, and collar bones.

- which brings us to this…

- hickeys.

- you cannot convince me he doesn’t LOVEEE having you all covered up in red. Again, not beasty, just enough and consensual.

- loves loves loves when you moan his name as he makes another hickey on your neck. You can tell just how much he’s willing to sell his soul just to have you all covered up in his art by his grin.

- would be so proud of himself at the end, if there is an end to this cause you always let him mark you all over again and he’d gladly skip his genshin hours just to love you right with his mouth.

- also hickeys on your breasts. Makes him hard so much faster when you let him do that, while he’s massaging the other one and then does the same in the same spot. (He can’t stand asymmetrical/uneven things such as marks only on one of your breasts and not ruin the other as well :))

- he’s also addicted to the feeling of your fingers in his hair, tugging and pulling whenever he does his business with different body parts of yours <3

- going lower from your breasts, his lips NEVER leave your skin. Like, that man is addicted and he’s not letting go.

- so just imagine what happens when you’re finally pregnant with his baby, how softly he’d kiss all over your rounded belly. Gosh. Heavy sigh. I need that.

- no matter your size, your skin condition, your whatever insecurities you have with your body, he’s here to make you feel perfect. And he’s gonna work his mouth until you admit it yourself.

- whispers praises about how pretty and perfect your skin feels under his lips, and would basically kiss all your insecurities away.

- and he might be one to kiss your ankles when he’s folding you in half and takes you like he claims you over and over again, but that’s controversial. Hehe.

- anyways, moving lower to the best part.

- absolutely and definitely obsessed with inner thighs. Look at him.

- he’d be drunk on the soft flesh of your inner thighs like he’d never be on soju or any other motivation drink.

- HES A SUCKER FOR HICKEYS THERE TOO.

- like you can tug at his hair all you want but you’re already a writhing mess once he’s got his teeth around small parts of your flesh and he sucks on it like he’d go mad if he doesn’t mark you even more.

- “so pretty and mine, yeah?”

- “all mine to mark, all mine to love.”

- fuck off cause if he says he’s not possessive he’s LYING.

- slowly making his way all the way up to your heat, teasingly as always.

- “can i?” Is what he’s gonna ask before fucking your brains out with his mouth.

- gets rid of your panties in the speed of light cause the man is HUNGRY. He wants his meal and you can’t let him skip any meals right? Gotta take care of him.

- now listen to me when I say he does the next thing like his life depends on it. Like his own pleasure and pride depend on it. And it does, in some way.

- loves how you squirm and get all shy but he keeps your thighs open before he dives in.

- starting off with little licks around your already extremely sensitive clit. You’re tugging at his hair or smtg, idk, going insane probably cause baby, he’s a pro.

- (cmon, he didn’t record himself gulping that bloody protein drink in one shot + the sound for innocent purposes. Nobody gives a fuck about the PROTEIN DRINK CHRIS. And he knows it damn well.)

- ok! So, we have him teasing you, and when that part is over, you see stars. The moon, mars, Jupiter, they’re all in front of your eyes that are rolling back wonderfully now that you pull even harder at his hair (careful with that tho)

- safe to say it turns him on even more when you do that, as long as you don’t leave him bald after this round…

- he moans against your folds. His tongue hot and wet and dragging up your sticky folds like it’s his mission and someone told him he can’t do it right. So he gives his all.

- “that’s right, baby. Feels good, yeah?”

- HIS VOICE IS MUFFLED CAUSE HES BUSY EATING.

- slurping and collecting all that wetness you make for him, only for him. He’s drinks you like that protein drink hahahaha no. Even better than that.

- EYE CONTACT all the way. Doesn’t break it even for a second. Remember? He needs to study you, and even after a while together when you know each other well, he’d still keep staring into your soul while taking it out of you.

- stops when you look away, same thing when he fingers you. Cause, eh, just a little sucker for that connection when he’s breaking you. Thats just his way to say he loves you, through the eyes.

- he savors every inch of you and flicks his tongue in all the right places that make your tones get even higher (what would you expect from a musician after all?)

- in moments like this, you thank the heavens for making him a people’s pleaser. And he’s not gonna do anything other than that. He’s here to please every cell of your body and release very oxytocin molecule in your brain until your thighs are closing around his head and you beg him to stop :)

- that’s just his pride. His smile afterwards says it all.

- his smile, and the way he’s catching his breath cause he just ate you out like you’re his favorite breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert altogether.

- would let your legs shake and watch him lick his lips after finishing his delicious 3 star Michelin meal

- “fuck, baby… I’d do that all day if you let me.”

- “fuck, you did so well for me, my sweet girl.”

- “look at you dripping and shaking for me. you came so hard, didn’t you?” While caressing your face in a comforting way. “Yeah, you did. Such a good fucking girl. Fuck… all mine.”

- knows you have a thing for his veiny, shrexy hands (cmon, who doesn’t?!) and he’s gonna torture you with that fact.

- will DEFINITELY use, “you’re so wet for me and I haven’t even touched you yet…” with a smirk on his face. Yes. That. Would make you wanna beg him for more cause he absolutely knows how to play with your little horny mind.

- first, his fingers will gently graze over your (useless) soaked panties, he loves to hear your sweet moans and ‘please’ when you buck your hips forward, trying to get some more friction. But he’s evil enough to stop once you do that. You can’t take that control from him.

- speaking of, he LOVES and LIVES to control you. Not in a toxic, manipulative way, but rather in a way to study every little expression and take notes on what you love more and enjoy better (and not only in bed); and he’d love to control you, your mind, your moans, your orgasms. He loves that you’re his, even if he claims he’s not the possessive type (his Venus is in Scorpio for fuck’s sake).

- anyways, he presses the pads of his fingers just slightly over your clothed clit, circling it painfully slowly, fishing some more of your pretty moans that he loves listening to so much (would probably even record them once— with consent, ofc. And keep the files in his very private folders so he can listen to them when he’s away on tour <3)

- would tug at your panties just to tease (that’s all he lives for anyway), and when you finally beg him enough, like he wants to have you and satisfied with that part, he either pushes the fabric aside or discards it ever so so so slowly from you, all while leaving soft, gentle kisses on your lower belly and the way down to your thighs.

- you don’t even have to bother spreading yourself open for him cause this bastard will do it for you.

- his hands gentle, yet firm on your thighs, his face buried in your neck as he kisses you, soft and gentle, the contrast between that and the way both your bodies are being set on fire with need and hunger is playing with your mind, and his own of course.

- “Always so wet and ready for me, hm?” He lets out in between hot, wet, open mouthed kisses over your neck. His hands still on your thighs, moving higher to grab your hips so you’ll stop moving.

- will have you whining over the fact that he’s fully clothed (the irony) and you’re all exposed for him like he wants you.

- “you’re being so good f’me, yeah? So patient… your princess parts are just waiting to be touched, hm? You want my fingers that bad, baby?”

- oh man, he’s gonna have you in a chokehold with his words, as I’ve said; mind games. He loves that.

- “how can I say no when you beg so pretty for me?” And that’d be the last moment of innocence left in you, if there was any of that before…

- he reaches for your inner thighs, slowly spreading them open. And he keeps talking you through it, loves watching you practically dripping only from his words. And his voice. And that accent oh gosh.

- as if you weren’t a squirming, writhing mess already, he’d drag his middle finger all the way through your folds, not too slow, not fast either, just collect your wetness and watching you fall apart in seconds. Would definitely have you begging for more, but he’s in no rush. He takes his time with you, always. Unless you misbehave and he has to remind you some things you might’ve forgotten.

- “Look at you, little one (I’m sorry for this, he did mention this nickname recently tho) one little touch, and you can barely breathe already… how are you gonna take my fingers?” He’s a menace, a fcking tease. He knows you can take him, let alone his fingers.

- if it’s your first time, he’d be so much more gentle though and much less evil like he’d be after seeing how good you take him. He’s all about patience and process and respecting boundaries (which makes him so much hotter than he already is. [even tho everyone should be that, but unfortunately…])

- another sweet drag of his finger, yet this time he focuses on the clit a little longer, pressing the right amount of pressure to study your reactions and works by what he sees gets the best of moans from you.

- and then, two fingers. Middle and ring. Delicate, veiny, not too long but perfectly made for you. First circling around the clit (definitely the type of guy who can find that, cmon), earning some consent to go further. Every single time.

- again, if it’s your first time, he’d be extra careful, extra gentle, extra caring, asking for consent before he makes the tiniest move or touch.

But if you’ve been together for a while now, or just experienced (not necessarily with him), he’d still ask for consent, just not in the same way he’d do in the first-time case.

- he just has to have your reassurance, to know that you’re okay with going further, no matter how much begging or a moaning mess you already are. He’s all about not pushing too far unless you ask for it. And that’s what makes it all way better than anything or anyone you’ve ever known.

- he doesn’t ask for consent with his words, his eyes talk enough. As his fingers remain between your wet folds, and you’re nodding in agreement, practically begging for him to continue, he leans in and kisses you on the lips, whispering all kind of sweet nothings while his other hand still gripping your hip tightly.

- “Always so good f’me…”

“Always being such a good girl…”

- and oh, his fingers sliding lower with no problems, digits pressing against your entrance.

- “tell me how much you want this, love”

- you could’ve just kicked him in the face if you could from how much he’s pissing you off with all that teasing, but deep inside you know you enjoy it as much as he does.

- he doesn’t even have to tell you “say please” anymore cause you’re, well, fighting his tight grip on your hip and try to move them to finally take his fingers in.

- Oh, he would love to see you try, and try and try, until he just circles around the entrance and slowly pushes his two digits inside.

- this freaky man LOVES watching how his fingers disappear in you. How you’re clenching around them and wrap them so warmly. So welcoming.

- but at this point? You’re already a mess.

- and baby, if you’re looking away, or shutting your eyes close, he’s gonna stop.

“Eyes on me, love. I wanna see how you fall apart on my fingers.”

- “Is that what you wanted?” He twists his arm so his wrist is facing upwards, his fingers working you slowly, stroking your inner walls, sucking them in. Oh, man. He loves the sounds your body makes whenever he’s knuckles deep inside. That makes his pants go tighter with every passing second.

- don’t get him wrong, he loves teasing you. But the pain he himself is feeling when he has to be that patient and listen to all of your pretty moans and whimpers, when he stays untouched, growing harder, is driving him insane.

- Will use his other hand to massage your breast, also using his mouth to suck on the other one (he feels bad if he neglects anything in this world). And his own groans? Insane. He’d make all these noises against your flesh, nibbling gently, sucking around your nipples, creating some hickeys (he’s a sucker for red marks he paints your body with. Also likes taking pics of you later on and make himself proud for his art.) but yeah, he groans as if he’s the one getting pleasure. The room fills up with both of your mixed moans and grunts, and the lewd sounds of his palm hitting your womanhood again and again.

- he knows your body so well that he can almost predict when you’re about to come (a genius for real, as if you’re not clenching around his now drenched fingers)

- “Gonna come f’me, pretty girl?”

- he curls his fingers, doing all the sweet things that can ever be done to your body.

- will have you holding back your moans and biting your lip

- “Don’t hold back, baby. Let me hear how good you feel.”

- “Look at you, taking my fingers like a good little girl, moaning for me. Come on, baby, make me proud and come on my fingers. Come on… you can do it.”

- “That’s right, babygirl. Oh, you’re clenching around them so well. You close, love? You gonna come nice and pretty on my fingers? Do I make you feel good, love?”

- Does he ever shut up? Probably not. But that’s one of the best things ever cause it makes your orgasm 8 times better.

- and when you come, thighs trembling, hips bucking forward, legs shaking, toes curling, heavily breathing, moaning, groaning, whimpering, gripping anything around you (better be his shoulders and make sure you dig your nails into his back and scratch it- don’t ask questions ;)) he doesn’t stop, even then. Until you beg him to stop or until it’s too much. He loves you so much he doesn’t wanna hurt you. But pushing you over the edge after you already came? That, he loves.

- keeps your thighs open for him as he groans, watching how you fall apart and let go all over his pretty fingers. His pace is so much slower as he helps you ride out your aftershocks.

- “Gosh, look at you. so pretty when you come…”

- “Can you take one more for me, love? Just one more,”

- if you say yes, you make him the happiest man alive. But if you refuse, he’ll understand and pull out his fingers of you.

- When he finally (unfortunately) pulls them out. It’s slow. your head spinning, ears blocked, sight nearly blurred out from all this intensity (he didn’t come to play).

- you finally gasp for air before you try and fix your breath, and fail cause before you know it, you witness him licking his fingers clean from your essence.

- and baby, when he does that? HE MOANS. Sucks off his fingers clean and it doesn’t stop there.

- He’d lean in and kiss you, smile into the kiss as you moan into his mouth, tasting yourself on his plump, cherry lips (Of course he’d ask you if it’s too much in the first place, but if you two are experienced and have matching interests in bed, he’d do it straight away.)

- when he pulls away from your lips reluctantly, there’s a wet sound when your lips separate. He presses his forehead against yours, looking deeply in your eyes.

"Satisfied, huh?" I put the bottle down on the night stand, looking at his almost naked figure lying on my bed, arms behind his head, legs crossed. I feel his eyes burning me with his hot gaze. As if that's not tempting enough, he rolls his tongue along the wall inside his cheek, deciding to play with my mind and unholy thoughts a little more.

-"Very much, honestly. But you know you could make me way more satisfied..." he's stripping me with his eyes, finishing the sentence as his fingers tug at the hem of my night gown, slowly making their way between my thighs.

"Your friend says hi by the way," | say, trying to ignore his hot actions, his fingers stop right below where my dress ends and he grips my thigh, not too harsh but firm enough. "He looked like he knows what we are doing up here." I continue, swallow hard when the tip of his fingers gently caress my inner thigh again.

-"We don't have to keep quiet then, do we?" He smirks at me, he does that again. Those eye dimples, this stupid beautiful smile of his, his hand on my thigh; as if the last two rounds weren't enough to break me, he's now messing with my emotions too.

I playfully hit his arm, whining his name. -"I'm joking, chill. I'm just saying, if they already know, why keep it low?" His veiny hand trails up my thigh, making me let out an accidental moan. He's used to the sound of it yet can never get tired of hearing it. -"Besides, I know you like a little risk, maybe getting overheard? Or knowing someone's watching... mmm?" He hums as if asking for my answer to approve.

"Oh hell look at you, can't go through a second without getting hard again. Looks like someone here likes risks more than I do..." I take the covers off his body, exposing the oh so delicate sight I haven't seen for the last 10 minutes I was downstairs.

-"if only my friends knew you're wearing damn nothing underneath THIS..." he starts to say but stops mid sentence, seems like the blood is rushing to his head faster and he gets a little furious about the thought of someone else being aware of you wearing nothing under that piece of clothing.

"What's wrong baby? Getting jealous?" I pout jokingly, babying him with my sweeter tone of voice, finally lifting my dress a little, straddling his lap.

"Calm down, they're all a little scared of you, let alone hit on me or ever touch your girl. Besides, I don't think any of them is as horny as you are, mister." I sit comfortably on his thigh, he lets out a little gasp, making me wonder whether it's the nickname or my actions that made him a little more lost in his head.

His hands automatically move up my body, from my thighs up to my hips and to my waist, he holds me there firmly, as if claiming it as his and I giggle. "I like that, write it down in your kinky journal, you dirty nerd." I joke, exposing the fact that I know he writes down the things I like he does, his eyes widen.

-"You little brat, how do you..?" I feel the heat getting worse, everywhere. His ears turning red, he's getting even harder it looks almost painful.

"Calm down, I'm not gonna mock you for it. It's kinda hot tho. Very hot honestly. I like hot nerds, especially when they're so needy and let me ride them." | bite my lip as I come closer to his face, whispering it in his ear and then placing a soft, mouthy kiss on his neck.

-"Such a F- BRAT."

"You love me."

-"Doesn't change the fact you're a brat!"

"You'd get bored if I wasn't."

His lips are centimeters away from mine, we're still in the same position as he lifts me by my hips a little, placing me right on top of him and I sink down smoothly, making both of us gasp loudly and he takes my lips with his for a hungry, delicate kiss.

His hands roaming around my entire already sweaty body, lifting my night gown up and tosses it on the floor. I pull away again for air but he pulls me back for a deeper kiss, moaning into each other's mouths.

"Goodness..." | moan out his name, along with some curse words as he starts to thrust upwards into me, making my body bounce and we both turn into a mess. -"You like that, huh? Like how I make you feel?" The room fills up with skin slapping sounds, moans and heavy pants, groans and curse words.

-"Use your words, you little brat..." his voice coming out in short gasps that I can never get enough of, his hand moving to my back as he cups my cheek and then spanks it once, sending an electric shock through my already sensitive body. "H/n! Please..." my thighs start to tremble as we both work our ways to the finish line.

Here it is again, his annoying satisfied grin when he knows l'm far gone, almost floating on cloud nine along with him.

-"Please what, kitten? Use your words." The urge to drain him completely just for him to shut up and stop teasing and messing with my head is strong but my legs are getting weaker with every movement.

"Please... please H/N I'm so so close H/N... soft screams escaping my lips, head thrown back as he grabs my chin and makes me look at him.

-"Eyes on me when you finish, kitten. Understood?" F HIM.

"So so close please.." I'm so desperate and he's almost satisfied enough from just hearing me being so needy for release. -"Gonna come? So pretty when you're like this... c'mon pretty thing, I got you. let go f'me." His words, his sharper thrusts, his hands playing with my nipples, kneading my breasts.

Uncontrollable strokes are being dragged along his soft skin as my fingers dig into his back, luckily not enough to make him bleed but the pain makes him make even better sounds as he gets closer himself.

-"I got you, I got you, come for me..." he hugs me tighter as we both ride out our highs, he does first as I follow right behind him.

Heavily panting, I collapse on his chest, finally leaving his body that I hold onto so tightly for the last who knows how many minutes?

"Oh my Gosh H/N I'm so sorry!" It finally hits me that I might've wounded his skin a little too harsh and I feel terrible with it.

-"Shut up you nerd, I'm gonna write it down too, it was amazing." He replies, making me confused.

"You can't be serious. Stop acting like a hero I could feel i was hurting you!" I hit his chest, his arm is back resting underneath his head, turning his face to me.

-"I'll let you recover and I'll mark you up next time so we'll get even, yeah?" He caresses my cheek with the back of his other hand.

"Let me recover huh? Think I can't handle another round right now?" I smirk at him, enjoying the way he's all gentle and loving.

-"Look who's trying to be a hero now." He chuckles, you know he's right, you're too worn out for a fourth round, though the thought alone is pretty tempting.

"Okay fine, but at least let me take care of the scratches on your back, let me see them at least. It felt so good yet so bad..." I turn him over, it really isn't that bad, just a few red lines.

-"See? Now can you calm down and let me hold you a little before my friends come up here and knock on our door?" He turns back around, facing me again.

"Only if you mark me later until we're even."