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how every time you touched me my brain went all fuzzy around the edges. not a single thought in that pretty little mind.

“what were you saying, bunny?” you teased gently, i blinked down, your hand splaying across my thigh, intentional.

“um,” i hummed, a soft furrow between my brows exposing just how much you affected me. “i-“ i started again, and you raised a brow, hand inching higher, the other tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

pretty green eyes flicking up to meet yours, unfocused, glazed over. head tilted like your face held the answers if i looked long enough. so lovely.

i shrugged, once, the gentle rise and fall of my shoulders before they relaxed.

“you’re always thinking so much, but you get so..” you hummed, thumb tracing my bottom lip, they parted, and it slipped inside. “mindless when i’m around” you teased. and my lips closed around the digit, instinctively, tongue swirling around it a few times. my eyes fluttered closed, dark lashes laying on my cheeks. soft, suckling noises were the only sound between us as you watched the way my head bobbed gently. a steady rhythm, and you pressed another finger inside.

i hummed, i liked it when you made all the thoughts stop. felt nice. calm.

so i kept working, i could feel your eyes on me, dark. intense. and suddenly, your free hand was gripping the hair at the back of my head..curling around the nape of my neck, pressing my face forward and i gagged on your fingers in the back of my throat.

i blinked open, watery eyes meeting yours..that cocky smirk on your lips. but i kept going, head bobbing back and forth, guided by your hand in my soft curls. my teeth barely grazing your knuckles as you pressed them as far back as they could go.

the tears spilled over, coating my cheeks in silvery tracks and made my lashes clump together. drool coating my lips and making them shine, dripping down in thin traces down to the swell of my breasts. such a pretty thing.

“keep going bunny, you can take it. can’t you?” you teased and i nodded,

“god you’re such a brainless little pet when i’m around, you’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” and with unfocused wet eyes, cherry red cheeks and spit coated lips..i nodded. my mouth still wrapped around your fingers as i suckled between gags and quiet sobs.

"Did you really just start grinding faster? Are you getting off to being called pathetic? Oh my god you are... such a sweet and pathetic mutt getting off to --"

the frustration building. that whine starting low in your throat. your fingers moving faster like speed is going to fix what technique can’t. feeling yourself get wetter and still not getting any closer. your pussy so ready and your fingers just not enough.

until you stop pretending. until you pull your hand out and just look at me. wet fingers and all. the face you make. part defeated. part desperate. part already knowing exactly what you need.

“i can’t.” so small. “i can’t get there. i need you.”

sliding my hand inside your boxers before you’ve finished saying it. two fingers finding your clit immediately. the right pressure. the right circles. feeling you gasp and press into my hand within seconds. feeling how wet you are. how long you’ve been trying.

"mine." muttered against my skin. another bite. "all mine."

him on top of me, full weight pressing me into the mattress, hips already grinding slowly against mine. the friction making both of us groan.

"only me." he pulls back just enough to look at me, eyes dark, jaw tight. "you understand that? only i get to touch you like this."

"yes—" breathless. hips rolling up to meet his.

"say it." another bite, lower this time, right at my collarbone. "say it properly."

"only you." gripping his shoulders. "nobody else makes me feel like this."

that seems to satisfy something in him because he groans low and grinds harder, the movement getting more desperate, more needy despite him being the one in control.

he's possessive but he's also so soft underneath it, whining quietly against my ear every time i tug at his hair, every time i tell him how good he feels.

"need you so bad." he admits, voice cracking slightly. embarrassed by his own desperation but unable to stop. "i’ve been thinking about this all day."

"yeah?" stroking his back, feeling him shiver. "show me."

he does. grinding faster, biting another mark into my shoulder, hands gripping my hips so tight i know i'll be feeling it tomorrow. he likes that. likes knowing he'll leave proof everywhere.

"everyone's gonna see these." breathing hard against my neck. "gonna know exactly who you belong to."

"only you'd think of that."

"because it's true." another bite. softer this time, almost reverent. "you're mine. all mine. nobody else gets this. nobody else gets to make you feel good like i do."

he grinds down hard one more time, burying his face in my neck, completely undone by his own possessiveness, by how much he needs me, by how good it feels to finally let it show.

"all mine," he whispers again, like he needs to keep saying it to believe it.

his hand slides between us, fingers slipping into my pants without hesitation, like he's been thinking about doing this since the second he pinned me down.

"fuck—" he groans the moment he touches me, feeling how wet i already am. "already so wet for me."

two fingers pressing inside slowly, watching my face the whole time. the way i take them so easily has him groaning again, forehead dropping to my shoulder.

"you always take it so good." voice rough. "every single time."

he starts moving them slow, curling them just right, learning exactly what makes me gasp. another bite lands on my neck, distracted, like he can't help marking me while his fingers work inside me.

"can't get enough of you." he admits, breathless. "the way you feel. fuck."

his thumb finds my clit, rubbing slow circles while his fingers keep moving, the combination making my hips buck up against his hand.

"there you go." watching me fall apart under him. "that's it."

he speeds up, fingers curling deeper, thumb moving faster, completely focused on me now, like making me cum is the only thing that matters in the world.

"need to feel you cum on my fingers." he says it like a confession, like he's embarrassed by how badly he wants it but can't stop himself from saying it anyway. "need it so bad."

i grip his shoulders, hips moving to meet his hand, getting close fast from how worked up i already was.

"that's it, just like that—" he encourages, voice low and desperate. "you’re being such a good girl for me."

the praise tips me over and i come apart around his fingers, gripping him tight, gasping his name.

he doesn't stop until i'm done, working me through every moment of it, watching my face the whole time like he's memorizing it.

when i finally still, he pulls his fingers out slow, bringing them straight to his mouth, sucking them clean without breaking eye contact.

"fuck," he groans around his own fingers, eyes practically rolling back. "you taste so good."

he kisses me right after, deep and hungry, like he needs me to taste it too.

you like being called daddy? maybe we can try sir too, or master, or god. you think it’s hot when i ride your dick while you play video games? well you know you can have me like this all the time if you really want love, hm? anywhere, anytime. yes honey, even when i’m super high and you just can’t wait. oh? you wanna take a walk through the woods and eat me out against a tree? let’s dig a little deeper, try chasing me first. let the adrenaline rush of catching and pinning me overcome you, i know you’ve always loved feeling powerful and in control. and don’t feel bad that it turns you on when i struggle!

now every time they turn me into a crying, brainless mess in ways i never even taught them, i remember (almost laughably) that i used to be the one in control. i made them like this. i encouraged them to be insatiable, polluted their mind with more and more depravity, and then taught them that the only true solution is fucking me.

open up that cautious butch’s mind, they are surprisingly moldable and i promise you won’t regret it :)