#kumometeor

Grace prefers not using bondages, just simply tells you to put your hands above your head, but if you struggle too much he would wrap his tie around your wrists and ties them up to the head of the bed.

Fingers, his fingertips are calloused. Touching your folds slightly to hear your small purring sound, you know he loves kissing you while fingering, swallowing every little moan from you. When he notices you slightly arch your back, he knows that he finds your sensitive spot again. He would do anything that could bring you to the peak and heaven, thumb pressing right against your clit and rubs precisely. “Such a good girl sweetheart, so adorable and pretty… feels good?” You want to push his wrist, want to make him stop and let you breathe a little, but all you hear is his whisper. “Keep your hands steady baby, we have our rules, don’t we?”

You gasp, feeling the tide in your body is turning bigger and thicker as Grace keeps stimulating your pussy. “Please, please Ry, wanna c-come…!” You pant, trying to twist your body. “You wanna come?” “Yes, yes yes please Ry…” He feels your inner is squeezing, the way your body shivers is so beautiful, yet he could let it break prettier, by slowing down the pace and let you hold it, and that is what he’s doing right now. “I know, I know it’s a bit much for you, but you can do it, you’re my sweet little girl, hm?” Grace fondles your lower belly gently, watching your body shaking like you’re gonna collapse. You struggle hard, wishing he could press your spots again, of course, you wish he doesn’t stop.

“Not yet, not yet, focus on me, look at me babygirl,” he kisses your cheek to grab your attention, “just a little longer, alright? Hold it f’me, you’re doing so well.” He says softly while starting to speed up his fingers a little, you feel those waves rushing in your body once more, a sharp scream is led out from your throat, and sooner it becomes tears rolling down. “Gonna come? Are you gonna come f’me sweetheart?” You can’t help but yelling his name, “words, c’mon, say it and you’ll get your treat,” “Y-yes, g-gonna come, come… please…”

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I just use he/him to call these characters for convenience!

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He will cup your face while fucking you, swallowing your whimpers and moans.

You can feel how big his hand is, the texture, the pressure and grip.

He also want you to repeat what they’ve said. Normally they’re just gonna check if you’ve listened and remembered. “Lock your doors, don’t go out, check the time, call me if there’s anything you want to get before I come back, alright? Okay, say it back to me.”

But imagine during sex, you’re too fucked out to answer his questions like “Tell me who does this little pussy belong to” or “Say my name when I’m fucking you like this, who am I, hm?” But then he realizes you couldn’t pay attention to him, already drowning in the pleasure. So he cups your face and teach you the answer, and let you repeat. If you do great he might allow you to cum once as a reward.

It sounds like he’s some kind of “forcing” you to focus on what he’s doing to you. Let you watch yourself if there’s a mirror, because you wanna turn your head away at first. “Look,” he cups, “the view’s pretty isn’t it? Taking me so well, such a good girl.”

Dean’s the kind of man who acts differently when he’s pissed. Most of the time he cares about you so much, always and you feel like you’re in heaven (in a good way). Even if you ask him if he can treat you roughly tonight, he’ll give you that Dean Winchester smirk and nod, “fine sweetheart, can’t wait to hear you beg f’me,” you still can feel the gentle inside that rawness, those soft kisses on your forehead and those love words never hurt.

Things would change when he’s angry, or jealous, or maybe he just feels like he’s been spoiling you way too much lately, you start to talk boldly, flirting with some guys he doesn’t know. So he throws you to bed, using a belt to wrap around your wrists. He’ll force you to cum by doing a fast foreplay, sucking your pussy while fingering you with one hand, and the other one rubbing your tits. “Say my name before you cum sweetheart,” he loves your sobbing voice, because that means you’re breaking for him, “louder, mhm, good girl, cum f’me.”

He’s gonna say a lot of shitty stuff when he thrusts without any mercy. “Still wanna flirt with the guy in the restaurant huh, what now hmm? Cat got your tongue? I bet he’s still a fuckin virgin, couldn’t even find a woman’s g-spot.” with that classic smile on his face, “eyes on me baby, ain’t gonna pass out that quick, little pussy’s still sucking me hard.”

He absolutely knows what he’s doing, the angle that he thrusts to hit your sweet spot, the way he let you admit that you’re his, the thoughts of fucking you until you break so beautifully and completely for him, until there’s nothing left in that tiny dumb brain of yours but his name and his cock.

He flips you around to start again in doggy. You try your best to move away from him, escape from that terrifying pleasure. He finds you adorable, like a little pet. So he grabs your ankle and drags you back. Your body rubs against the sheets and the covers, “going somewhere? I haven’t done with this pretty pussy,” you feel your waist being pushed down, “but don’t worry, I’ll let her drink my cum at the end.” You whimper at him, begging him to slow down. “Aww that’s so sweet, but not this time, sorry for that babygirl.” Yet you could clearly hear the smile in his words.

But still, he just wants to teach you a lesson, when your mind and body surrender completely, giving up all resistance and submitting to him fully, and you instinctively whisper that you’re his, he knows he’s about to cum. He cups your already dazed, hazy face in his hands, whispering over and over that he loves you, always. After everything, he’ll unbuckle the belt and rub your wrists gently, kiss the corner of your mouth, then carry you to get you cleaned up.

Been thinking ab you humping on Ben’s boots while he sits on the couch, like he would look down at you say “come on doll rub that wet little pussy on Daddy’s boot, gimme your best shot.” Patting your head like you’re his needy kitten in heat. “Uh-uh, hold it f’me, babygirl.” He would be so proud if you make his boots soaked and grind your waist, pressing yourself against the surface. “Harder, find your clit sweetheart,” he’ll say, “yeah that’s right, feels good isn’t it.” Finally, he would let you cum or piss on his boots, then pick you up and throw you on the bed to fuck you properly.

Or!

Grace gives me the feeling that he’s the kind of man who would teach you science and biology while fingering you, circling your clit and says “Pollen is the male gametophyte of plants, carrying haploid genetic material and producing the male gametes involved in fertilization, so you see…” and then he realizes you’re not listening to him because he makes you feel so good, so he stops and lowers his head a bit. “You listening?” You bite your lips and nod slightly, grinding your waist a bit to show the urge. He pats your head, “then what did I say? Repeat it f’me.” You widen your eyes and try to keep your tones steady:

“P-pollen…”

“Mhm, and?”

“And um- gene…?”

He frowns, tapping your clit and folds playfully, “wrong answer kitten, and that’s one orgasm for not paying fully attention f’me, but gonna make you understand it first. Basically it’s…” He starts teaching and pressing again.