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“I just love the way you sound…” Julien’s voice barely broke above a whisper as her hand came crashing down against your already bruised backside. 

“T-ten.” You moaned, although it came out more like a cry. Julien was ‘punishing’ you for something you had said in public, but you both knew this was more of a reward. You loved when she was rough, leaving marks, biting, and your personal favorite~ spanking. It made you drip arousal at the mere thought, so she was happy to oblige. Your slick was pooling on the couch cushion as you laid across her lap. 

“Such a good fucking slut, aren’t we?” Julien growled, rubbing the irritated skin, purposefully swiping the tips of her fingers through your sopping folds along the way. You moaned, arching your hips further into her hand. She chuckled, bringing her fingers to her mouth, sucking your essence off of the tips. 

“Please, Jules, fuck me. I need you.” Your whines were music to her ears, she would never turn you down, no matter how hard she pretended to try. She feigned contemplation before slipping two digits into your entrance. Your breath hitched as your eyes screwed shut, focusing on the feeling of her skilled fingers inside your cunt. She curled them inside of you, setting a brutal pace as she thrusted them in and out of your wet pussy.

Love, A

“Arch your back for me?” He murmured, curling his fingers upwards inside your drooling cunt. Bucky had been working your pussy for hours, wanting to numb your mind into full submission. You had already come a handful of times, surprised your body still had any arousal left in it to keep going.

“B-Buck, I can’t…. I-I.. too much.” Your hoarse voice begged him to let up, just for a while to recuperate. The super soldier chuckled, shoving two fingers in your mouth; “Suck.”

Your mouth fell open, allowing the two digits in, he pressed them against your tongue as you lazily sucked on them. He smiled, watching his girl follow directions so well. You could feel another orgasm start to pool in your stomach, your legs beginning to shake once again. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and brought them down to your swollen clit. He pressed against the button, slowly circling it as the fingers inside of you picked up the pace. You gasped, your head shooting up to watch him, only to find a smug grin and his icy blue eyes already staring back at you.

“C’mon pretty girl, just one more? Hmm? Then I can stuff you full with my cock, yeah? Does that sound good?” Bucky bargained, knowing your mind was too hazy to form any sort of coherent sentence. You dumbly nodded, feeling your release building up, his hands worked faster to bring you close, turning your whimpers back up to loud moans.  “Cum f’me, doll. I need it, please.” Bucky’s soft plea was enough to push you over the edge, you cried out, feeling your arousal drip all over his metal fingers, coating him in your essence. You felt him press a soft kiss to your knee, silently thanking you for gracing him with just one more orgasm.

Love, A

It was the sharp chirping that pulled the android’s thoughts out of the briefing he was getting down at the station. It was a notification from you, a picture message with a small caption underneath.

I need you to come home and fuck a baby into me, Connor.

You were wearing next to nothing in the photo, some blue lingerie that matched the blue light of his LED. The unprompted message was quick to send a soft tinge of blue across his cheeks, he knew that you knew there was no possibility of him being able to get you pregnant, but it was one of your biggest fantasies. You wanted him to fuck you so full of him that you would grow swollen with his child. The thought of everyone knowing you were his by carrying his child was something that drove you wild, and in turn, made him just as horny.

You have no idea how badly I want to knock you up, doll.

He shot a message back, hoping to keep you somewhat at bay until the end of the shift when he could properly pay you some attention. You weren’t normally super restless and needy, but it was your ovulation week and Connor was looking downright delectable. He tried his best to keep up with your heightened libido during your ovulation week, but this week you were especially insatiable. 

You have one hour to come home, or I’m going to take care of the problem myself.

That one message instantly made him get up and walk right out of the precinct, with Lieutenant Anderson’s shouting falling on deaf ears.

Love, A

“Do you know what you do to me?” She murmurs, pressing kisses down your stomach. You moan, bucking your hips up into her. She chuckles wryly, pressing your hips back down, effectively pinning you against the bed. 

“You make me so fucking wet by doing nothing at all. You don’t even realize how badly I need you, all the time. Every time you glance my way, every lingering brush of your hand against mine- I can’t help it. You just consume my mind, and all I can think of is the next time I get to watch you unfold from my touch.” 

Her words sounded more and more like hymns, and before you met Lucy, you had never experienced the type of love and devotion you felt just by the mere words. You didn’t think you were worthy of such a luxury, so she made sure to sugarcoat every movement she made towards you. Her poetic words made you come undone, and she was well aware of that. She barely had to touch you to get you dripping wet. 

“P-please Luce, I-I need to feel your mouth on me.” Your begging was met with a ruby-painted smile and a wink. Her hands were quick to pry your thighs apart, presenting her with your glistening center. Your breath hitched at the feeling of the air on your cunt, but she wasn’t quick to ease your tension. “I know, baby. That cold air on your cunt must feel so good, huh? I can’t imagine how dazed that pretty little head of yours is. I know the power my words have over you. Your pussy responds to my words like an unlocked door. I bet you can’t wait until my tongue is dragging through your folds, to fill you up so deliciously. And for the record, you do taste absolutely delicious. I can’t help myself when my mouth is attached to you, I long for the sweet cream you give me when that precious cunt of yours reaches your peak. It’s the best thing i’ve every tasted, I can never ever get enough.”

Love, A

“Careful, someone might think you actually want me.” His goading tone was nails on a chalkboard for you. Your brother’s best friend, Spencer 'I'm better than everyone because I'm mildly famous’ Charnas, knew exactly how to press your buttons. He was staying with your brother in your shared apartment for the last week as his house had a gas leak and needed some renovations. Your brother, the bleeding heart that he is, volunteered to let him ride the couch until the repairs were all finished. He didn’t consult you, and when you came home from your shift, there he was- drinking your wine on your couch in your bathrobe.

“You’re so infuriating.” You gruffed, yanking the glass from his hand before downing it yourself and flopping down on the chair across from him. You had just found out the guy you were going out with tonight, a different friend of your brothers, had cancelled as he was more interested in getting back together with his ex. You weren’t that upset about it, but you were bummed because that meant another night without getting laid. You were going through a bit of a dry spell, and were hoping this might lead to some almost decent action. Instead, you had to go home alone, annoyed, and worst of all- horny.

“And you’re so turned on.” He quipped back, making you whip your head towards his, eyes squinting into daggers. “I know that you were supposed to see Jake tonight and he stood you up, and your brother tells me you haven’t had a date in forever; not to mention I can see that hint of red lace peeking out from under your skirt. It’s pathetic, really.” Well isn’t dick for brains quite the detective. You rolled your eyes, crossing your legs over one another before flipping him off.

“You think you’re such hot shit don’t you? You’re such a fucking ass and all you do is drive me up a wall.” You grumbled, kicking yourself out of your heels. Before you could react, you were pulled out of your chair and pushed up against the wall behind you. 

“First of all- I am hot shit, thank you, babe. Second, the only thing I want to do is drive you against the wall.” He growled, his face so close to yours, you could feel his hot breath against your lips. You could feel the heat rush to your cheeks and your pussy at the close proximity. He smirked, looking at you like some caged animal. You tried to push him away, but he refused to budge.

“C’mon, the way I see it, you get to blow off some steam with the most eligible bachelor in the vicinity, and I get something to hold over your perfect brother’s head forever. It’s a win-win.” He bargained, watching the imaginary wheels turn in your head as you mulled it over.

“Yeah? What about the fact that I hate you and you hate me? Hmm? Doesn’t that throw a wrench in your game plan?” You rebutted back, not even remotely trying to hide the fact that you were all sorts of hot right now. He chuckled, leaning in further to drag his nose along the side of your face until it stopped at the crest of your ear.

“Don’t see why that has to change anything, doll. You and I are two hot people, who both need to let off some steam and have the place all to themselves for the next hour. What’s the worst that’ll happen?” He squashed your concerns while managing to slide a hand up your inner thigh, pushing your skirt up around your waist, fully exposing your panties to the open air. You let out a small gasp, trying to squeeze your thighs together around his large hand.

“Fine, this time only. It doesn’t change anything between us though.” You finally conceded, turning your face to his, only for him to capture your mouth in a searing kiss. His hands moved to the back of your thighs, pulling them up around his waist one at a time so you were fully in his arms against the wall. His lips on yours did nothing to stop the wet patch forming on your panties, nor did the fact that you could feel his hard dick through the robe. He pulled back, letting you catch your breath, smirking at the very obvious look of ‘no wait I wasn’t done yet’ on your face.

He let your legs go back to the ground, drinking your figure in with his eyes. For how much of a prick he was, you couldn’t help but want him so badly. You moved to untie the robe, but he swatted your hand away. 

“Nope, I want to see what’s hiding behind door number 3.” He teased, gripping the lapels of your blouse before tearing it open, making the buttons clatter to the floor. You gasped, giving him a warning look as he ignored it. “Relax- I’ll buy you two more. Now let me enjoy this.” He murmured, lightly tracing his fingers across the intricate lace patterns of the bralette cupping your heaving chest. You tried to hold in your noises, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Unfortunately for you, he was keen to pick up on this, as he hooked his finger under the strap of your bralette before pulling it and letting it snap against your skin. You moaned, your legs almost giving out beneath you at the small gesture.

“See? You want this just as bad as I do. Let me take care of you.” He spoke softly, attaching his lips to your neck, as he groped your breasts through the thin material. You felt the goosebumps raise on your skin, your excitement only growing as he touched you. 

He left open-mouth kisses down your neck, as he moved towards your chest. He unclasped the bra behind you, and peeled it off, along with the poor excuse for your former blouse. He glanced up at you, eyes searching your own for something, before wrapping his lips around your aching nipple. You couldn’t help the loud gasp that escaped your mouth at the feeling of his warm tongue on your skin. He chuckled, nipping at the bud as he palmed your other tit. Your hands shot up to his hair, tugging at the roots to keep yourself somewhat grounded. 

Pulling off your nipple with a faint ‘pop’, his tongue dragged along your skin further until he reached the hemline of your panties. You tugged on his hair, silently pleading him to keep going. He smiled up at you, pressing a kiss to the exposed skin, before ripping the panties clean off your body, slipping them into his pocket as a keepsake. He licked his lips, looking back up at you for any sign of hesitation, before attaching his mouth to your dripping pussy. 

You let out such an embarrassingly loud cry, he smacked the meat of your thigh, scolding you in his own way. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he tongue flickered over your clit, nudging the bundle of nerves over and over. You could barely stay lucid enough to keep standing, feeling your knees slightly buckle. Sensing this, Spencer hooked one of your thighs over his shoulder to help ease the burden. 

“Spence, I need you, please. Just fuck me already.” You whined, eyes looking down at the man as he devoured your wet cunt. He winked, nodding slightly, as he moved your leg back down before standing up. His hand moved your jaw, gripping it as he pulled you into a sloppy kiss, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue. You moaned into his mouth, relishing the taste as he deepened the kiss further and pressing his full weight against you. You made out with him, losing any grip of reality that was left, he was just too fucking hot.

“Not so hateful anymore, are we?” He teased, not able to help himself to push one more button of yours. Before you could get another word in, he tugged on the rope keeping the robe intact. It fell to the floor, pooling around his feet. You mewled, the mere sight of his naked form and tattoos sprawled against his skin was enough to have you panting.

You reached your hand out, wrapping it around his hard cock, pulling him into you. You gave it a few pumps, familiarizing yourself with his size, anticipating how it might feel inside you. His hand moved down to your leg, pulling it up against his hip. He pushed your hand away, taking his own length in his hand, rubbing it against your folds. Once he felt it was lubricated enough, he slipped the tip into your entrance before pushing all the way up to the hilt. You moaned, your head falling back against the wall. 

“Eyes on me, I want to watch you fall apart.” He instructed, his hand wrapping around your throat, letting you know he was in total control. You shuddered, nodding at his words, feeling yourself clench around him. 

“Good girl, baby. Your fucking pussy feels as good as it tastes too.” He praised you, a smirk creeping onto his face as he thrusted into you. Your own lips tugged into a smile, matching his own as he fucked you into the wall. The sensation was almost enough to make you howl, feeling your orgasm fastly approach. You knew he could feel you getting closer, his free hand reaching down to swipe through your folds before rubbing at the puffy bud. Your jaw fell slack, watching this man you detested so much play your body like a well-tuned instrument. 

“Spencer, I’m so fucking close, please.” You begged, your eyes focusing on his own, watching the lust pool in them. He groaned, moving faster as his hand kept in rhythm. He gripped your throat harder, feeling your arousal coat his cock and fingers, chasing after his orgasm. 

“Cum for me, angel. I need to feel you coat my fucking cock.” He grunted out, waiting for you to finish first before he dared let himself go. You moaned, feeling your release wash over you in waves. You couldn’t help but drag your nails down his back, pushing his own orgasm over the edge. He groaned, meeting your mouth in a kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he fucked his release into your pussy. You sighed into his mouth, feeling yourself floating on air as you finally got an orgasm you didn’t have to orchestrate yourself. Once Spencer came down from his own high, he pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours. 

“See? Not so bad, babe. Who knows? We may need to revisit this mediation at some point.”

Love, A

You were usually one who always kept their composure, always. However, your partner knew exactly how to drive you mad. The second Naomi wanted to test your limits and drive you wild at the same time, they knew that all they had to do was sink their teeth into you.

 Neither of you remembers how that little fact came to fruition but now Naomi likes to use it to their advantage. Were you needy and needed something to hold you over? Someone staring at you a bit too long out at the bars? Just to keep you on your toes and maybe keep you from going too far? Naomi knew how to quickly alleviate those scenarios. Not that you were complaining in the slightest, you knew it was their way of giving you a bit of affection or letting you know they were there. You loved every second of it. 

The moment their mouth left yours to trail down your neck you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You could feel the excitement rushing through you with each heated kiss. The only thing you loved even more was when there was a deep purple mark to compliment the feeling of their teeth on you. You could feel the heat pool in your stomach almost instantaneously, it was quite the rush.

Love, A

“Well if you would be quiet, I could actually enjoy myself.” You hissed, looking back at the brunette currently slamming into you from behind. 

“Easy, babe, just trying to talk you through it is all, you know I love feeling you clench around me when I fuck you.” Sam teased back, momentarily slowing down to pull out before slamming back into you. You could barely contain the moans threatening to escape your lips and blow your cover.

 Sneaking away to have a quick fuck in a linen closet wasn’t entirely ideal, but all of the bedrooms at this lake cabin were currently occupied by other horny people who all had the same idea. Sam’s brothers, and some of their friends and partners all rented this cabin to party for the end of summer, and you and Sam were somewhat ‘forbidden’ from seeing each other. Your best friend (when she wasn’t ignoring you for whoever she was dating at the time) and his older brother, Jake, were somewhat of an item, and she didn’t want you to steal her spotlight. Unfortunately for her, the moment she had introduced the two of you, it was a weak mission. 

“Sammy, baby, hurry up before anyone notices we’re missing.” You pleaded, pushing back into him as his hips joined yours. He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you up so your back was flush with his chest. His lips trailed up your neck before attaching themselves to your ear. His breath on your ear and his hands on your skin were almost enough to drive him over the edge. As if he could read your mind, the hand not holding you against him snaked down to rub tight circles on your clit, taking you by surprise as you let out a loud cry. 

“See? You like it when we’re sneaking around and when I touch you this way. You’re fucking perfect, this pussy is mine.” He growled, speeding up his thrusts and both of your orgasms were fastly approaching. Yours was first to hit, Sam making sure to clamp a hand over your mouth as you had an issue following your own advice about being quiet. Your legs almost gave out as your release crashed over you. Sam’s own orgasm followed suit, as he spilled deep inside of you, biting onto your neck to keep his own quiet. As much as you wanted to go for round 2, there was a knock outside the closet door.

“Sam? Is that you? Who’s in there with you?”

Love, A

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“You look absolutely delectable, good enough to eat even.” Katie’s soft murmurs along your skin were enough to make your cheeks heat up. She was always very affectionate with you, your prime love language was words of affirmation, and boy oh boy did she deliver, much like the divine massage she was giving you. The soft candlelight lit the room up as did it accentuate her heavenly form, and the scent of the candles made the rest of the world melt away. Her hair cascading over her shoulders looked like angel wings, and her warm skin looked soft and inviting. 

“Me? You should see how you look, Katie, closest thing to an angel on earth.” You retorted back to her, gently caressing her cheek. She placed a soft kiss on each of your palms, hiding her own blush.  Her mouth moved back to its original spot, leaving a trail upon your shoulderblades. Her hands moved to knead at the soft flesh of your lower back, making small moans fall from your lips.

“You make the prettiest noises when I touch you, darling. I don’t know how long I'll be able to keep myself from ruining this massage.” She half-joked, placing another kiss along your skin. You hummed, quite liking the idea of this gorgeous woman holding back from making a mess of you.

“Well, you do such a good job of getting those knots out, but I do have an area where I need some extra attention.” You goaded her, peeking over your shoulder at her. Her eyebrow cocked at that as a grin tugged at the corner of her lips.

“By all means, please tell me where I can put my expertise.” She said in a sultry tone, fully playing into the facade. Her hands stilled at your lower back, waiting for further instruction from you. 

“Mmmm lower,” Her hands moved at your command, now over the cleft of your ass; “lower, baby” her hands now at the tops of your thighs, just under the globes; “mmm squeeze right there, and maybe pull outwards.” Her hands followed instruction to a tee, spreading your flesh apart to reveal your already dripping center. 

“What’s this, honey? You can barely contain yourself, dirty girl.” Her faux concern would be almost, almost believable if you couldn’t hear the smile in her words. You hummed again, arching your back a bit more, giving her an even better view. What you didn’t expect however, was for her to fully lick a stripe through your folds instantly. You gasped, feeling the goosebumps spread like wildfire. 

“You taste as good as you look, princess. I might need to really indulge myself.” She whispered, before lowering her head back down to your pussy. Her mouth went to work, flicking her tongue over your swollen bud and dipping the tip of it into your entrance. You let out a low moan, eyes screwing shut at the sensation. Her hands kept busy, pushing your thighs slightly apart further, and lifting your hips to give her a better angle before going back to gripping the flesh in her warm hands. 

“Oh fuck, you’re so fucking good at this, angel.” You praised, resting your heading on your folded arms. She chuckled into your skin, brushing her nose against your clit. You gasped, shuddering slightly. Her tongue dragged up your slit again before she fully sheathed her tongue into your welcoming cunt. You moaned loudly, rapidly losing your composure as the knot in your stomach began to tighten. 

“Right fucking there, that feels sooo good.” You mewled, your release flowing even more. Her mouth was quick to catch it all, between wet, open-mouthed kisses to soft bites along the meat of your thighs as she cleaned up your essence. Katie moved back towards your pussy and really devoured you. Your noises sped up, stringing into one long tune. She knew your mind was starting to melt, like a puddle at this point. She knew just how to touch you, knowing your own body better than you did. 

“Baby, i’m so fucking close, please keep going.” You begged, feeling her mouth part your vulva and lap at your middle. She hummed, gripping one of your thighs before smacking the flesh of your ass. You cried out, so close to your release, wanting to let go so badly but wanting to hold off to prolong your pleasure. 

“I can feel you trying to hold it in, doll. Just let go for me, I want to taste every bit of honey this sweet cunt has to offer. You taste so good already, I can only imagine how good you taste when you finish.” Katie bargained, smacking your ass again before suckling onto your clit, flicking over it again and again while slipping a digit into your hole. 

You shuddered, mewling out as your orgasm washed over you. Your whole body was on fire, feeling the dull throb of your release radiate over your whole body. Your breaths were shaky as were your legs, a full body massage with a crescendo at the finish line. 

Katie slowed her movements before stopping completely. Her mouth trailed feather-light kisses up your spine before she maneuvered herself in front of you, taking your face in her hands to angle you up to her. Capturing your lips into a sweet kiss, allowing you to taste your own release as her tongue brushed against yours. 

“See? Sweet as ever, my favorite dessert.”

Love, A

“I’ve been thinking about this all day…” Her soft voice trailing from her lips in a small growl. Her eyes raked over your exposed figure, drinking you in. 

It was her birthday and she had all but had a moment to sit and relax; brunch with Lucy and Julien, in the studio working out some new songs, and running a few miscellaneous errands. She knew you had work during the day so it would be just the two of you for the evening, and that was all that the both of you were waiting for. So, your little present to her, you had slipped into something lacy and much too explicit for public wear, and handcuffed yourself to the bed. 

“Well, why don’t you come and unwrap your gift, Pheebs, I think there’s even a bow on it too.” You teased, uncrossing your legs to show the shiny red bow neatly placed on your mound. Her laugh came tumbling out, as did your own, her eyes scrunched shut as she shrugged off her sweater and kicked out of her vans. 

“Wow, what a nice treat to come home to. Thank you, baby.” She murmured, hanging her head low to trail kisses up your leg, caressing the skin in her wake. You sighed, cherishing the feeling of her lips on your burning flesh.

 She took her time, pressing her mouth to every inch of skin on you. She gripped your thighs, tugging them apart to expose your center to her. The contrast of the cold air striking your burning heat at the middle of your legs made you shiver, goosebumps raking their way up your limbs. 

She pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, plucking the bow from your skin and throwing it behind her. Her eyes flickered up to yours, calculating her next move, watching the lust grow in yours. She smiled before licking a feather light stripe up through your folds. You whined, throwing your head back. Phoebe’s chuckle rang through your ears, pulling you back to reality. 

“What’s the matter, babe? I’m just enjoying unwrapping my birthday present. “ She teased, lightly dragging her nose across your clit. Not enough to relieve any pressure, but enough to make you feel it. Your breath quickened, your hips bucking up towards her face, however she was quick to pull back, teasing you further. Your jaw dropped, eyes narrowing at hers, watching the mischief spark in them. 

Much to her need and your own surprise, she flattened her tongue and spread your folds in a heavy swoop. You moaned loudly, feeling the heat pooling in your stomach start to boil. Her tongue swiped through your folds repeatedly, pushing your thighs further apart. Your chest heaved as your eyes rolled back into your head, relishing the euphoric sensation she was granting you. 

“Close already, doll? We’ve just begun.” Her murmur against your skin was enough to drive you over the edge. Your orgasm came crashing down, making you moan and whimper, your legs shaking as she coaxed you through it. Her eyes locked on yours as your breathing began to regulate again. Her lips pulled into a toothy smile, glossy from your arousal, as she took the back of her hand to wipe her mouth. 

“Happy birthday to me.”

Love, A

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“My sweet pet, Mommy needs you to work a little bit harder if you want to taste my sweet release.” the dark haired woman cooed above you as you had your face currently buried in her folds. You had spent most of the afternoon in between the sheets with your lover, not in the mood to face the world. 

Agatha was never one to stay in bed all day, always had to be doing something- so if you had the opportunity to keep her in the warm bed, you weren’t about to waste it. You had lost track of how many rounds you were on, purely pussy-drunk on her essence. 

Her back was pressed to the headboard, and her hands were buried in your hair, tugging at the locks near the roots. The gesture was fruitful in both ways; it gave her something to ground herself to, and the tugging egged you on further. The stimulation just added to both your own pleasure as well as the motivation you had to make your lover scream. She knew how much you liked it, and she was more than happy to comply.

Your lips, swollen and glossy with spit, wrapped around her aching bud, suckling on it with such fervor. Her moans were pouring past her lips in waves, signalling how close she was growing. You knew her body just as well as your own, observing the way her chest heaved and how flushed her cheeks grew. You wanted her to really scream, loving the noises she made, so you slipped a single digit past her entrance. Her sticky, sweet hole welcomed the finger with ease, swallowing it up to the knuckle. 

“Fuck, darling, you have quite the talent for this. I’m so fucking close.” Her strained voice had a bit of a growl in the back of it, likely from the focus she was trying to keep on your mouth. Her hands tightened in your hair, tugging sharply, causing you to mewl against her burning hot skin.

 You slipped another finger into her, curling them upwards as you worked her cunt. You could feel her legs start to shake and her hands pulled harder on your scalp. You moaned into her louder, moving your hand faster. 

Her moans were loud and shaky, as her release crashed into her. You hummed against her, slowing your fingers down just the tiniest bit, helping her ride out her orgasm. Her thighs clamped around your head, fully enveloping your head against her. You licked her center languidly, allowing her to take her time. After a few moments she dropped her legs and removed her hands from your hair. 

“Well, well. You are just something else, doll. That was incredible.” She praised you as her breathing started to regulate back to normal.

Love, A

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“I’m not going to last long if you tighten up like that, angel.” Crowley’s soft grumble made you squeeze his cock tighter just to get a reaction out of him. He chuckled, running his hand up your back and threading itself through your hair, tugging you back to get a good look at your face.

“Darling, how am I supposed to get any work done if you won’t sit still? hmm?” The demon tsked you, looking into your hazy eyes, watching the sly smile creep across your face. His own smile tugged at his lips, as if he was trying to pretend to protest giving into your own satisfaction. You leaned in and pecked at his lips, but you weren’t getting away that easily. He pushed your head forward to meet his lips harder this time, moving his other hand down to your ass, holding you still on his lap. His tongue slipped into your mouth, making you moan, savoring the taste of him. He hummed into your own, enjoying the affection.

“Now, if you sit here and behave, you will get such a reward f’being a good girl.” He bargained with you, breaking the kiss, watching a strand of spit connect both of your mouths, gleaming in the soft glow of the sunlight. You huffed, pushing your bottom lip out in a glossy pout, but nodding anyways. Crowley chuckled again, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling you back to his body. 

You loved the soft intimacy of impaling yourself on his dick, just to be close to him while he did his tasks. He would never admit it, but he loved it more than anything. He loved feeling your pussy squeeze his cock so well, feeling your juices drip down his shaft in droves. He knew how restless you got, squirming around once the stillness began to drive your arousal up the wall. He liked seeing you all needy for him, wanting to make you an absolute wet mess before caving in to give you what you both want. 

He kept working on the chore in front of him, some favor for Aziraphale, who was wrapped up in cataloguing the bookshop. He was getting ready to call it a day and fuck you against the table, when he felt the deep rumble of your chest and soft snores escape your lips. He smiled to himself, knowing how at ease you felt like this, before pressing another kiss to your hair. You stirred a bit, before nuzzling deeper into his neck, completely unbothered. 

Trying his best to not wake you, he slipped his hand down towards your clit, rubbing slow circles along the swollen bud. You whined, waking a bit, before sinking your teeth into the flesh of his neck. He hissed, relishing the sting of your teeth on his flesh. His other hand moved back to your ass, harshly gripping the skin. You whined a bit, bucking your hips into his own. He groaned, moving his hand faster, before sharply thrusting into you.

“Alright, angel, enough fucking about. I wanna feel you soak me.” He instructed, moving his hips faster, holding you to him as he fucked up into you. Your moans grew louder and your arousal was dripping down onto him. He grinned, teeth baring themselves, before lifting you up in one fell swoop and setting you down on the table in front of you. He leaned you back onto the cold wood, before driving himself into you at a cruel pace. You screamed, loving the feeling of his hips slamming into you.

“Fuck, Crowley, you feel so fucking good. I need you to fill me up.” You mewled, eyes rolling back into your skull. He grunted, moving his fingers faster, coaxing your orgasm to a fast approach. You moaned louder, your mouth falling open as he worked those devilish fingers so expertly.

“Come for me, angel, now.” He growled, moving his other hand up to grip your jaw, forcing you to look him in his yellow eyes. You cried out, feeling your release wash over you, his own release following suit as he bucked his spill into you, his hips shuddering and thrusts growing sloppy as he came down.

Love, A

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