the dream never ends

scary, silently brooding type of men who people gossip and speculate to be a total beast in bed. bonus points if he has muscles or just broad in physique, he looks like the ‘dom daddy’ type to the swooning people looking at him. the speculations only grows worse if they see you two walking together and you’re shorter than him, even by a single centimeter. he must treat you so roughly in bed, how does one even keep up with his monstrous stamina?

oh yes, how indeed..

“u-uuunngcc… sh-soowryy” whining in your ears, the so called ‘dom daddy’ was close to sobbing as his knees shook under his weight, strong arms wrapped deathly tight around your shoulders as he sniffles into your shirt like a pathetic mutt.

“m-missed yoouu.. guufck♡︎ pl-pleashe… lemme..” full on out sobbing now, your beefy boyfriend bucks his hips into your hand again, his earlier cum coating your palms that ended up squelching in a filthy manner as his legs shook. it was just one round, a few little tugs at his half hard cock and rubbing him over his pants and he had ended up cumming like an inexperienced teen. it was embarrassing, it should be embarrassing, but right now, your boyfriend was more happy being a cute needy little thing with you.

“let you what?” your hand tightens around the sensitive tip of his cock, making him blabber about how cruel you were unintelligibly. he couldn’t even bring his head up from where he had hidden them into your neck, shaky hands pawing at the material of your shirt to ground his melting brain. squeezing his cock head a bit tighter, you place your thumb over his weeping slit, feeling his cock twitch in your grasp, “let you what, my pretty boy?”

your boyfriend whines loudly at that, hearing that nickname that makes him melt like a puddy in your hands within seconds. he was a pretty boy, your pretty boy and you loved him. you loved your pretty boy. yours. only yours. he was always your pretty boy.

“let meengc..” trailing off, he found himself growing uncharacteristically shy as he swallows a moan. he had asked plenty of dirty requests from you before. sucking your strap under your table, getting fucked in an alley, even slipping up and calling you master during one of your anniversary sex nights.

“l-let me… cum.. on your hands..” he manages to whisper his requests after struggling to say it aloud, refusing to look you in the face in fear of cumming the moment he saw that hungry look in your eyes. feeling your thumb swipe harshly over his slit, he remembers his manners, adding in a squeaky, “p-please!” afterwards.

“good boy. my pretty boy is a good boy who knows his manners, ain’t that right?” you coo, unable to help yourself as you hear the shaky tone of his voice. look at him, a man bigger than you, who probably has some criminal record lying somewhere and yet he couldn’t even being himself to look you in the face to properly beg for attention, shaking and whining like some dog in heat.

“unnh—! uh-hhuuhh…” his hair tickles your neck as he nods, teeth nibbling on your collarbone as your hand starts to move again, squeezing at the tip and rolling your palm over his base to get his legs kicking.

“g-good… ‘m a good boyyy.. y-your! y-yours… your good boy, your prettyyynng..! ah! aanggh♡︎!!” blabbering against your skin, his legs occasionally kick under his weight as his back arches, pushing his heaving chest flush against yours. you could smell his sweat this close, but you didn’t care when he was crying so cutely in your ears.

rubbing the spot under his tip, occasionally smoothing your palm over his slit, it doesn’t take long for your sensitive boyfriend to be cumming on your hands just like he asked. digging his nails tightly into your shoulders over your shirt, his knees buckled under him as he sobbed your name. your hand was soiled in his cum now, and your shirt was stained as he cried into your stomach to ride out his high.

patting his soft hair, you feel how he preens under your touch like some needy cat, pushing his head into your palm. as much as you would like to fist his locks, he was just so cute today, you couldn’t bring yourself to act mean to him. at least, not now. instead, you push his head away from yours stomach just a bit, pushing your cum stained hand in front of his gasping mouth.

he didn’t needed to be told twice. opening his mouth bigger, taking your fingers into his mouth and sucking at them. lapping at your palms, looking up at you through tears stained lashes as he bobs his head against your fingers. such a pretty boyfriend. not a ‘dom daddy’ type at all.