Blaise Zabini, everyone.

EVERY SINGLE SLYTHERIN TO THE “SLYTHERIN SUGAR DADDY ” DRACO MALFOY

(just hold out your hand and he’ll hand you no less than 50 galleons, spread the word, spread the love, spread the money )

PANSY TO HERMIONE EVERY SINGLE FREAKING DAY

Daisy claiming the title of “Slytherin Flirt” and making all the witches and wizards fall in love with her.

….except fred weasley.

DRACO TRYING TO MAKE A TIKTOK AND PANSY STRAIGHT UP DESTROYING HIS EGO

FLINTWOOD OPENLY FLIRTING IN FRONT OF THE HOUSE HEADS AND MADAM HOOCH @ THE SLYTHERIN VS. GRYFFINDOR PRE-GAME BRIEFING AND GIVING THEIR TEAMMATES A HUGE HEART ATTACK

BARNEY AND THE BOYS GOING AT IT @ THE SLYTHERIN YEAR-END PARTY

(only 4th years and above from all houses can come)

THAT ONE TIME BARNEY SUBMITTED AN ESSAY DURING A SLYTHERIN PARTY AT THE THREE BROOMSTICKS.

JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE SLYTHERIN COMMON ROOM

-feat. Pansy and Theo Nott’s chaotic relationship (this was why most of the slytherins were confused but not shocked upon receiving the Wedding Invitation a few years post-war), Barney being the mom who always records everything on his phone and Marcus Flint just wishing Snape doesn’t burst into their common room because of all the noise.

BARNEY BEING THETOP TIERROLE MODEL FOR ALL SLYTHERINS

PANSY CALLING HERMIONE OUT FOR SULKING OVER RON AND LAVANDER

-also definitely not her being salty

THAT ONE TIME RON HAD TO LOOK AFTER CROOKSHANKS AT HOME

JUST GINNY DOING HER THING

and Arthur Weasley in the background trying to imitate her.

“GET THE TIMING RIGHT YOU STUPID FUCKS”

-Ginny to her older brothers’ pathetic attempts to do dance challenges

(but the boys really do the dances as a joke, so they intentionally do it sloppily.)

WHAT REALLY HAPPENED (Chamber of Secrets Edition)

RON AND HARRY CREATING A TIKTOK AND JAMMING BY THE WHOMPING WILLOW BEFORE SNAPE AND DUMBLEDORE FOUND THEM

day 348 of pansy getting flat out rejected by hermione because pansy does not know how to flirt like a normal human without sounding sarcastic

feat. Blaise judging her clown ass

Slytherins once their petition for friday to be a wash day has been approved by Bumblebore

and no they didn’t do it to wash their robes.

ron, wide awake @ 3 am, 10 years after the war: “i’m just genuinely confused why harry did not see barty crouch jr. posing as alastor moody in the marauder’s map. like does polyjuice potion have some sort of effect that cannot be identified by the map? if so, then the real alastor moody in that chest in mad eye moody’s office was not shown in the map? so the chest has some sort of concealment charm or something? if that’s true, then i rest my case, maybe i’m just thinking too much into this. what about you, ‘mione?”

hermione: “go back to sleep, ronald.”

; optional male lead smut |  ☁️

The moment he slips beneath the covers to settle between your thighs is when you can’t help but to giggle. The two of you were supposed to be sleeping nearly an hour ago, but kisses turn into touches that turn into him getting frisky before bed. Now as his lips smooth the goosebumps along your inner thigh, you can’t find it in yourself to complain. 

You exhale his name breathlessly, already lost in the way his lips feel as he brushes over the thin cotton of your panties. He has disappeared beneath the covers but his mouth tells you exactly where he is and what he plans to do to you. 

“Hm?” The seemingly innocent response vibrates against your slit as he presses a kiss between your thighs. The sensation warms your body to its core. A wave of heat rushes from between your legs to reach your fingers and toes. Of course you could never deny him the pleasures of tasting you, as well as the own bliss he offers in return, of course. 

With fingers tucking into the waistband, he tugs the flimsy cotton down your hips, your thighs, until you’re kicking them off to somewhere else, leaving you bare beneath the sheets. You hear his groan at the sight of an awaiting slit needing his mouth. Your legs fall open to give him a better view of your bare pussy, assuming he can even see what he’s doing in the already dim lighting seeping beneath the covers. 

His mouth pressing to your bare slit tells you, of course, he knows what to do and what you want. Your head falls back against the pillow, eyes closing for a moment to focus solely on the way his tongue drags across your skin. A lick over your slit sends shivers down your spine that is quickly replaced with heat spiraling from between your thighs to reach every limb. He repeats the motion with a groan, dipping his tongue into your pussy for a moment before dragging a slow lick to your clit. 

You coo the syllables of his name, gathering up the strength to reach him, though those pesky covers are still in the way blocking your view of him eating your pussy. Quickly, you push them back, coming face to face with a grinning man between your thighs. He looks up at you the same moment he presses an open-mouthed kiss to your flesh. It’s slow and erotic, watching him taste you while keeping eye contact. Watching him eat your pussy while knowing he loves every second of it, as do you. “Don’t stop,” you whimper in a breathless release, hands reaching to entangle fingers in his hair. 

It’s all the motivation he needs, reaching with one hand to slip two fingers over your slit. He parts your folds, pressing his tongue to your throbbing, aching clit to finally give you some sense of relief. He teases and toys with the swollen bud, earning every whimper, every moan, every slow and breathless release of his name he loves to hear so much. The sight is just as erotic to him, watching your head fall back and your eyes screw shut, feeling your fingers tighten their grip on his hair. 

“Tastes so good, baby,” he groans between your trembling thighs, lost in the moment and in the taste of you. “So wet,” he mutters again, easing his tongue down to your cunt to gather up the juices spilling out for him, before returning to your clit once more. He circles your flesh with desire before massaging your clit with the flat of his tongue. He draws out deeper cries of his name as he tastes you, licking your pussy just the way you need to stumble closer to the edge.

“Fuck,” you can’t help but moan, rolling your hips against his face, feeling the heat swell and the tension coil. Sounds of the mess he’s created between your thighs fill the room, mixing with the whimpers and moans falling from your lips. All you can do is shut your eyes with your chest heaving, feeling so, so close to the peak of release thanks to his mouth on your body. “Gonna… gonna come,” you gasp in a final warning, heat surging through your body, pleasure swelling to every inch. 

He holds you close, keeping hands on your thighs as you tighten around him. He rides out the bliss right along with you, licking your flesh, swallowing every drop of honey that spills out. You grind yourself against his tongue, wanting every single ounce of sweet release until you can take no more. It all becomes too sensitive so suddenly, and quickly you push his mouth away in a breathless giggle. 

He eases the tension as you come down by pressing kisses to your inner thigh. His hands soothe circles into your skin until you’re no longer shaking. You’ll have to remember to pay him back the next time he’s trying to sleep and you’re the one feeling frisky. 

; optional male lead smut |  ☁️

He’s not as cold as you were expecting. He’s rather charming, and polite, and if you were in any other situation, you would probably swoon at his handsome features. You’re in no position to be a helpless romantic, however, having only met him just once before it was decided you would move into his castle and begin your life with him.

It was always destined to be like this. Prince takes over the kingdom. Prince needs an heir, so Prince finds someone he can marry quickly and quietly without causing tension between factions, or another war. You were the safe bet, having been the princess on the small island his fleet could sail to and needed help as far as resources for your people went. He took over your island, promising your people would be in good hands, and you were sent on the long trip to the next continent to be with him. 

You expected him to have his way with you the first night you arrived. After all, he is in need of an heir and it’s truly your only value to him. He didn’t, however, only settling you in your private sleeping quarters so you could get accustomed to his castle, and to your new life. He kept his distance for weeks, only being polite enough to greet you during breakfast and make small talk. Though he was always polite, there was something intimating about him that kept your eyes down and kept you from only answering when you were spoken to. Maybe it’s the power he held, knowing his authority over a kingdom five times the size of your island. All that responsibility couldn’t come without being strong-willed and knowing what he wanted.

Two months pass, however, and he doesn’t make a move, or even an effort to get to know you. At times you feel like a burden to him. Some nights you even go without seeing him at all. Loneliness takes hold, and soon you find yourself getting the courage to explore the castle, and soon the castle’s grounds. You get to know the keepers of the grounds. They become fond of you in an instant. Even times they help you sneak out when you’re not supposed to, and do things that could land you in hot waters.

Like now, for instance, where you’re just outside the castle’s grounds, venturing off into the orchard. You had decided when you woke up, you would attempt a peace offering for your new king. Maybe if he wasn’t going to make the first move to get to know you better, you could try your luck. 

An apple pie could do the trick, you think, reaching to pluck the most delicious looking, bright red apple you could find in the orchard. Then another, and another until you create a pile of apples in the swoop of your dress you’re holding up. Excitedly, you turn to head back to the castle when you have enough. You’re positive the chef won’t mind you in the kitchen if it’s for the king. You’ve learned a thing or two just tagging along by his side as he cooks.  

However, you’re frozen in place at the sight of one of one of the castle’s guards standing at the edge of the orchard. If a lot of the help has become friendly with you over time, there are still a few that you just haven’t warmed up to yet.

“What are you doing, princess?” The guard, who you can’t remember their name in the moment due to being surprised, marches toward you. His brow is furrowed and his shiny, metal armor clinks with every step as he nears. “Trying to run away finally?”

Your eyes widen at the accusation. “What… no I was just-”

“Come along, then,” is all he says, gripping you sternly by the arm. The apples fall to the dirt as he drags you out of the orchard, ignoring all your pleas and protests. Of course you weren’t running away. That would surely get you executed to go back on a treaty. You aren’t as dumb as this guard thinks you are.

But he is a lot stronger than you, forcefully pulling you toward the castle. You tug your arm and try to release yourself from his grip, but it’s no use, and soon you’re face to face with the King in a room you’ve never visited before. There are other guards around him, everyone leaned over a table with aged and dirty maps spread out all around. 

He raises his eyes to look at you, then down to look at the grip the guard has on your arm. He frowns.

“What’s this all about?” The King steps around the guards closest to him, making his way around the table to step in front of you. The shyness overwhelms you once again in his presence. He has a way of making you feel small, yet flushed. As if he’s looking deep inside of you with every glance. 

“The princess was attempting to run away!” The guard exclaims, and he raises a brow. You open your mouth to protest, but the second his eyes meet your own, you close your lips. “I stopped her.”

He takes a few seconds to think, then waves his hand in the air. “Men…” is all he says, but the guards in the room understand their presence isn’t needed in the moment. They each take their leave, and the guard holding your arm tight finally releases you. Now, he and you are alone, and the room feels suddenly so much smaller. 

He sighs, leaning against the table behind him, but not before taking your hands gently in his own. The gesture surprises you. It’s the first time he’s made an effort to even touch you since the two of you were married. His thumbs run carefully along your flesh. The action sends warmth surging through your body. 

“Am I really that terrible that you’re trying to run away from me?” His tone is half joking, half sorrow. As if he realizes he’s been so distant toward you. 

“N-No,” you mumble, shaking your head. Then you take a deep breath, wanting so badly not to be intimidated by him. “I just wanted to bake you something. I wanted fresh fruit.” Your voice is low, but you manage to get the words out without stuttering. It’s a start.

He grins. Your heart skips a beat from his smile. “Well, that does sound delicious, doesn’t it?” He pushes away from the table, dropping your hands. Suddenly you miss the warmth of his touch, as if it’s kept you alive forever. “How about we go pick some apples together?”

Your eyes light up. It’s the most surprising thing that’s happened to you in a while. Happily, you agree, and together the two of you make a trip to the orchard. He makes small-talk, telling you he’s sorry for the guard, and it won’t happen again. You’re just happy he’s putting in the effort to carry on a conversation. He tells you he’s only been busy, and realizes he hasn’t paid you nearly enough attention. You can’t help but to blush at that, watching him grab apples from the tree as if it’s nothing, carrying a big pile in his arms for you. 

You end up baking him the most delicious pie he’s ever had, according to him. The sight of him happily eating your dessert fills you with joy. You finally feel as if the two of you have taken a full step forward in getting to know one another and becoming closer. 

But soon, he is busy with being a new King again. You know you shouldn’t complain considering he has people to look after, threats to defend the kingdom from, and deals to be made. You understand the life of a King already due to growing up royalty, but there are still times when you’re lonely, or bored, or both. 

When you’re bored, you find yourself wandering off to the stables. You’ve always loved animals, and you can’t help yourself when you spot the lonesome brush and a horse that needs grooming. After picking up the brush from a wooden stool close by, you reach out your hand at the mare with the reins of her bridle tied to a pole in the stables. 

She takes a sniff of your hand then lowers her head, allowing you to run your palm along her nose and between her eyes. She huffs from happiness as you step to the side to begin to brush the silky, black coat along her neck. As you do so, she reaches around with her mouth, sniffing your dress before capturing a piece between her lips.

“Hey!” Giggling, you push the horse’s mouth away to continue brushing her. Though the peace of bonding with an animal doesn’t last for long, hearing a gruff voice just outside the stable’s doors.

“I don’t think this is a place for a princess.” The guard from before finds you once again. You would swear he had some sort of tracker on you, maybe a human spy. Maybe he’s been stalking you as part of an evil plan to get rid of you.

You shake your head from the absurd thought. “Good thing I’m a Queen, then.” He won’t catch you by surprise this time. You’re prepared for him, knowing he wishes to get you in trouble with the King for whatever reason. Maybe he just likes chaos. 

“You should be in the castle,” he informs you, striding close with his armor clinking. The sound absolutely aggravates you at this point. “Away from harm. Where The King can know you’re safe.”

“I don’t think The King minds if I brush a horse.” You ignore the temptation of rolling your eyes. You have to be a proper queen, of course, and you wonder if that title gives you the authority to get rid of the annoying guard. In the moment, you’re hoping so. 

“Why don’t we go ask him?” With that, he grabs you once again. His fingers wrap tight around your wrist, making you cry out for him to release you. He doesn’t listen, however, disobeying the orders of his queen in favor of earning a good deed done with The King. You aren’t sure why this guard has it out for you, but you know you won’t take it lying down.

“Let me go!” you fight him, tugging on your arm, pushing him away with your free hand. He ignores all your attempts, however, growing bold as he drags you up to the castle and through the main halls, finding The King in his study. The two of you come bursting in, with you crying to be released and the guard mumbling just to you about being quiet. 

“What’s the meaning of this?” The King stands abruptly from his chair, folding the papers he was looking over in half. “Let her go!” 

The guard drops your arm immediately. “She was out in the stables, sir.” The guard lifts his chin and straightens his back, chest buffed. “It’s not safe for a princess-”

“A queen,” you interrupt, glaring at him from the side. You can’t miss your king’s amused expression only for a split-second. 

He looks over the two of you. No doubt he takes in your messy hair and flustered face from being dragged around once again. Your clothes look disheveled, and you have the meanest expression you can possibly muster up in the moment. The guard looks smug, like he should receive some extra coin for bringing in a criminal. 

“Please, leave us…” hewaves his hand and the guard is disappearing through the doors once again. A few seconds pass. He sighs. You don’t say a word. Your heart races, wondering if he’s mad at you. “Up to trouble again, huh?” He smirks. He’s not upset.

“I… got lonely. And bored…”

His face twists from amusement to sorrow with just a few words. His eyes lower, shoulders falling. “I’m sorry, my Queen. I’ve been neglecting you since you arrived.”

His words have your feet carrying you to him. You can’t stop yourself. “I understand you’re busy. You have a kingdom to look after.” You stop right before him, lowering your head. 

“It’s no excuse.” When he reaches for you, cupping your cheek in his hand, it takes you completely by surprise. “I know these arrangements are not easy. Moving here, being my Queen… has left you feeling unwanted. For that, I am truly sorry.” 

As he speaks, you look into his eyes to see the sincerity, the longing to be better. His mistakes the past few months since you’ve arrived show in the expression on his face. He feels guilty. 

“I’m grateful for you to take me as your Queen.” As he takes your hands in his own once again, you can’t help but to smile. “I want to be a good Queen to you. I want to make you happy.”

“As do I with you, my Queen.” He takes your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss over your flesh to warm your soul. He’s so gentle with you. You can’t even imagine him being angry, yelling or fighting, or being in battle. When it comes to you, there’s a softness to him that you’re realizing for the first time. Not only is he polite, and handsome, but he’s kind, and careful, and wants to be better for you. “Please know I want the best for you. No longer will you feel lonely, I promise.”

The King keeps his promise as much as he can in the coming weeks. Between his duties, he takes time out to get to know you, talk with you, enjoy his meals with you. You open yourself to him, letting him know every stupid little detail about your life before arriving to be with him. You love his laugh when you tell a joke. He loves the way you lean into him to let him know you’re listening.

For the first time, you feel like you belong here with him. The guards stay away at his orders (and a certain guard getting an absolute earful), as long as you promise not to venture too far off. He is still concerned with your safety, after all, but doesn’t want you to feel trapped. You spend the time he is busy by roaming the halls, picking more fruits, and even starting your own garden. 

You couldn’t be more happy. Well, other than the fact that you’re still sleeping alone. At first, the thought of being intimate with him intimidated you, knowing he only wanted an heir and nothing more. Now, you begin to yearn for his touch. Thoughts of your children play in your mind, wondering whose features they will take. Maybe they will have his laugh and smile, and your sense of determination, and a bit of stubbornness.

While the images fill your heart with joy, you also begin to long for your King. You want to be close to him. You want to sleep in the same bed, and feel him hold you. You want to wake up with the sun shining on his face, and you have made up your mind that’s exactly what you will get.

He is too polite for his own good, you realize. Always the gentlemen, of course he wouldn’t make the first move. He doesn’t want you to feel forced into being with him. His royal status forced him to make a decision over getting married and having an heir, but now that he has you, you’ve come to realize he is just as careful with your relationship as he is with you. 

You find him one night looking over books by the fireplace. He’s settled on a bear skin rug, his fur robes and leather shirt lay beside him. As if he got too hot lost in the words of the books. You smile as you stand in the doorway of the study, listening to the crackling log burning bright, studying the outline of his figure, noticing the scars on his back from sword fights and war. Suddenly, you want to kiss each and every one of them until they disappear. If they never vanish, you wouldn’t mind kissing him forever. 

“My King…” You earn his attention with a quiet voice, not wanting to startle him as you step near. He pulls his eyes away from the torn pages to look up at you with a smile.

“My Queen.” He snaps the book shut before patting the spot on the rug next to him. “What brings you to me this evening?” His tone is playful, making you all the more relaxed in the moment as you settle next to him.

“Longing for your company is all,” you tell him honestly. The words bring a smile to his beautiful face. The warm glow of the fire illuminates all the perfect parts of him. His skin shines between the shadows of the flames. He’s so unbelievably gorgeous to you in the moment you can hardly breathe. How can such a human exist? “I was thinking…”

“As you often do,” he teases. You can’t help but to giggle.

“I’ve been here for months now,” you begin, voice growing quieter by the second the crackling fire nearly engulfs each syllable. He has your undivided attention regardless. “I want to be a good Queen to you. I want to make you happy, and I feel like we’ve made such progress, don’t you think?”

“Of course,” he responds without a second thought. 

“But… we haven’t even kissed yet.” The heat swarms your cheeks as the words come out. You almost can’t believe you said such a thing to him, but you know it needs to be spoken. “We’ve barely even touched. We don’t sleep in the same bed, and I just wonder if we-”

The words are caught off by him leaning close, gripping your waist with two strong hands to pull your body to him. A gasp fills the room, suddenly so close to him, his face, his lips… you can barely think straight.

“It’s a kiss my Queen is longing for?” He has a cheeky tone as he asks. It’s so hard to be intimidated by him as of late when he can relax your body and ease every ounce of worry at once. He loves to play and joke and tease. You bite your lip and nod. His smile lights up the room. “Then it’s a kiss my Queen shall get.” 

Your heart threatens to leap out of your chest as he draws near. Within seconds, you feel the softness and warmth of his lips taking yours. He leans against you, body to body, as he kisses you tenderly, letting the world around you drown out until it’s just him and you. There’s passion as he deepens the kiss, and you could drown in his beautiful lips forever. He holds your body close, tenderly, gently, nibbling on your bottom lip until they’re parting for him. Effortlessly he tastes your tongue on his own, and you can’t stop yourself from whimpering against his mouth. Heat bursts from between your legs so suddenly it’s almost overwhelming. 

He only pulls away from your lips to carry his kisses down to your neck. Your head falls back in an instant, giving him access to any part of your body his lips want to press. Moans fill the air, body coming alive from finally getting to feel him so close. 

You call for him by name for the first time, hearing him groan against your flesh because he loves the way it sounds coming from you. When your voice trembles. When your tone is so desperately needy in the moment. 

“What is it, sweetheart?” he pulls away, hands still roaming your sides as if he’s waiting for permission. “What does my Queen want?”

“I want you,” you tell him, unashamed and without hesitation. This time, you’re the one to pull him close, wrapping a hand around his neck so his lips fall against your own. Whimpering into the kiss, your fingers disappear between the strands of his hair, back falling to the rug, his body resting between your legs. His hands wander from your sides to your chest, caressing your breasts over your flimsy, lace negligee you adorn. It’s so thin you feel the heat of his palm soak through to your skin, feeling warmth engulf your entire body. 

He wastes no more time giving you what you need. His roaming hands begin to tug on the lace of your nightgown. Effortlessly it falls from your shoulders until you’re shimmying out of the needless thing, leaving you bare for him against the rug. He takes in a sharp breath as he stares over your body. Flickers of flame dance over your soft skin. You’re completely vulnerable to him, but you know he wants to take care of you. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he says as if it’s the first time seeing you. In a way, it is, but his tone suggests it’s like unearthing a lost and forbidden treasure, amazed at your beauty in the moment as you lay beneath him. He can’t help himself, he needs you just as much. “I want to make my Queen feel good.”

The words come out in a groan seconds before he dips his head to your body. Tasting every inch of you. Kissing. Licking. Becoming so full of you in the moment as his lips and tongue trail over your flesh. Your mind grows numb when he tends to your breasts, taking his time to kiss in the valley between before flicking his tongue over a nipple and taking it into his mouth. Your back arches from the rug, so hot and desperate and needy. You want him to kiss everywhere all at once yet you love how he takes his time to cherish you. 

His mouth lowers down to your stomach, past your belly button to press kisses against your mound. The sensation sends a chill through your body, so eager to feel his mouth between your thighs.

“I want to eat your pretty pussy, sweetheart.” He practically groans the words between kisses. All you can do is release a heavy sigh as your thighs fall open for him. He takes in the sight of you so ready and waiting for him. Chest heaving in anticipation. Eyes fluttering. Thighs open and it’s all for him. “Does my Queen want that? Does she want to come on my tongue as I eat her pussy?”

The sinful words shake you to your core. Your body trembles from just the thought. All you can do is whimper a simple ‘yes’. The King smirks, lowering his mouth to your body once again to press his tongue to your folds. The moment he licks your pussy for the first time, a gasp spills from your lips, hands falling to entangle fingers in his hair. He massages your slit between gentle kisses against your flesh. He takes his time, licking softly before leaving an open-mouthed kiss over your clit. The sensation fills your body with heat, already so on edge from having him taste you for the first time. 

“Tastes so good, sweetheart,” he mumbles between your thighs. “So wet for me.” He licks from your entrance to your clit, sending a shiver down your spine before the warmth swells again. Juices drip from your walls onto his tongue, allowing him to lick every drop over and over.

You cry out his name. The fingers between the strands of his hair begin to tighten. He groans at the sudden sharp pain, but he loves it, making it known as he nearly growls between your legs. His tongue tends to your folds in a way you’ve never felt, becoming breathless in the moment as the pleasure begins to swell. You become a stuttering, whimpering mess beneath him, but from the way he groans against your flesh, you’re sure he loves it. 

“Tell me how it feels, sweetheart,” he commands in a deep, stern tone, full of lust as he aligns two of his fingers to your entrance before easing them inside your soaked heat. “Tell me how it feels when I eat my Queen’s pussy.” His mouth falls to your body once again, licking and sucking and tasting you as he pumps his fingers deep inside of you.

“God,” you cry out, head falling back, eyes screwing shut. “It feels so good… please… don’t stop.” The words barely escape your lips between moans. Your voice becomes hoarse, strained and so weak from his pleasure. You feel the tension tightening, the heat swelling, the peak nearing so close you can almost taste it.

The expanse of bliss comes tumbling down around you, engulfing you in red hot warmth as the electricity of his pleasure surges through your body. You come against his tongue, juices spilling onto his flesh, thighs tightening around his head. He never slows his tongue, riding out the bliss right along with you, licking up every drop of release you give him. Your walls squeeze the two fingers inside of you, feeling so overwhelmed with lust and pleasure your mind grows hazy.

Then the rush of the high begins to evaporate, leaving you trembling around him, too sensitive for his mouth. Gently, you push him away as he removes his tongue and fingers from you. You’re breathless, chest heaving, eyes loosely closed. The only thing that can be heard is the crackling fire and your attempts to catch the breath in your lungs. 

He crawls over your body, pressing his kisses to your cheek, your temple, your forehead, letting you know he’s still right there with you. Taking care of you. Loving you.

Suddenly you want more of him. Not even just the pleasure. You want to feel him closer. You want to feel him inside of you. You want the two of  you to become one, and you want him to find his own release, his own bliss. 

“My King,” you whisper. He chuckles softly, kissing your lips once until you can carry on. “Make love to me.”

Staring into his eyes, you see the warmth and love that he’s been keeping at bay. The small grin on his lips shows relief just as much as it shows how the words move him. He settles between your legs after pushing his leather pants down to his thighs. His lips fall to your own once again. He takes his time. He wants to cherish this feeling.

Your arms wrap around him, pulling him close, melting into the kiss, loving your King more and more as the seconds pass. In a moment, he’s easing his length into you, filling you up, claiming you as his own. You whimper his name for the hundredth time, but he doesn’t get tired of hearing it. His cock thrusts into you so deep you’re nearly seeing stars, but you don’t tear your eyes away from him. Instead, you press your forehead to his, loving to be wrapped around him while so full of him. 

“Make love to me, my King,” you repeat, beginning to move your hips against him, moaning when his cock hits just the right spot. “Fuck me, please.”

He groans at the request. How could he ever deny his Queen? Part of him wishes he didn’t spend all this time ignoring you, but he intends to make up for it now. His hips begin to move against you, thrusting his cock deeper inside of you, pushing up to hit the spot that makes your toes curl. Soon he falls into a rhythm of making love to you, of fucking you, just like you wanted. His pace increases, falling into the moment and letting it take hold of him. Falling in love with being wrapped up in your warmth and hearing your whimpers and moans of pleasure. 

“You feel so good,” he groans, deep strokes of his cock inside your pussy letting you know he means the words. “So fucking good and all mine.” His head dips to your neck, kissing, licking, sucking your flesh as he fucks you. Your legs wrap around his waist, allowing him to thrust deeper, harder, the both of you falling into a bliss you’ve never experienced.

Your bodies become one. Groans and moans mix with the crackling fire beside you. The room becomes so small, only the two of you needed and nothing else. He makes love to you just like you asked, and you can’t help but to whisper the three little words to him as the both of you reach a new kind of bliss. You tell him you love him, over and over as he comes inside of you. Both of your bodies tremble with need. Both of you fill the loneliness that has kept you apart. Both of you are in love, and now the two of you realize as much as you begin to come down from the pleasure.

He holds you close in the aftermath. And though he didn’t realize it, he was fulfilling another request of yours by sleeping next to you until the sun shines on both of your bodies in the morning. 

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Mornings with him where you lie in bed past the sound of your alarms going off, when neither of you have to work nor have any responsibilities at all, are the best. His arms wrap around your waist with his bare chest against your back, all before his hands begin to roam, brushing his fingertips over your hips. His face remains buried in your neck to feel his breath against your skin, and the smell of your shampoo fills his nose, causing him to release a wonderful sigh of satisfaction.

“What?” You giggle, wondering what is with the exaggerated noise so suddenly, sounding just like a cartoon character.

“I love this.” He presses his lips to your neck, not bothering to open his eyes. “I love you.” You can’t help but to smile, now turning your body to your side so you can face him.

“I love you, too.” You raise your head to lean forward, pecking his lips in a split second of affection before pulling away.

“Oh?” He raises a brow. “Prove it.” His tone is challenging in the sweetest, kindest, most him way possible, and you bite your lip at his words before positioning yourself to your knees.

“How do you want me to prove it?” Giggling, you throw one leg over his body to steady yourself while you straddle him, causing him to quickly realize you are not wearing any panties in the moment. “Like this?” You lean down to kiss his lips just as you roll your hips against him, feeling him already becoming aroused through his thin boxer-briefs.

“Yeah,” he says, licking his lips with a quick swipe of his tongue, “just like that.” You grin at his approval, before reaching to pull the large t-shirt from your body you wore to bed the night before, exposing your bare flesh to him and earning a delightful, yet quiet growl in return.

You push with your knees to raise your body enough to tug on the band of his boxers and pull them down, allowing his nearly completely erect member to be on display. While biting your lip, you position yourself over him, feeling the head press against your center as you steady yourself before sliding down his length in such a slow, careful motion.

“God…” He groans in a deep, desperate growl, eyes rolling and his head tilting back just enough to allow you to lower your mouth to his jaw, peppering kisses all around. You tighten your walls around him, just to tease as you hear him hiss from the sensation. Raising your hips from his body, you roll back down onto him a second later, feeling him fill you up and loving the way your bodies become one.

Soon you are riding him, slowly, passionately, with your forehead pressed against his and your eyes closed, taking your time because you know you have nothing else to do but love him. Your fingers find his, interlocking with one another with the backs of his hands pressed into the mattress next to his head. Soft groans pass his lips and you are getting pure pleasure from the noises he makes, knowing you are the reason for them.

“I love you,” he whispers, tightening his fingers around yours just a little more, nearing the edge of release after a while. You release a breathy laugh before telling him the same, now not being able to help yourself from increasing the speed of your hips. Rolling them. Dropping them down and pulling back up. 

It feels too good, and becomes too much. You grip his hands harder and call out his name as you ride him faster. His lips part as he groans, and you open your eyes in time to see his face twisting in pleasure from your motions.

And seeing him and how good you are making him feel is enough to send you over the edge. You whine and moan his name, feeling the surges of pure heat and bliss through your body as you come, with him just right behind you. He gasps as you try your best to keep going even though the sensation is overwhelming, and together you reach your peak, holding one another and loving each other like no one else can.

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You’re breathless the moment he sinks his cock into you, body bent over his desk as your breasts push the CEO’s paperwork over the glossy wooden surface. Your hands even more so as you struggle to hold on to something, anything to keep your mind focused on not being too loud in case his nosy secretary is listening in. Not like it’s abnormal for you to show up at your husband’s office in the middle of the day, craving his affection for a little afternoon delight. 

It certainly gives him a break from the boring work, meetings, and filling out forms, which he makes clear he desperately needs as he pushes your sundress higher over your hips just so he can grab a palmful of your ass. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groans into the air, head falling back and you wish you could see his lust-filled expression as he begins to work his cock in and out of your dripping cunt. Wish you could see him biting his lip to keep quiet. To see his sleeves rolled up, strong arms with veins protruding to hold you against the desk, keeping you in place as he slowly, and deeply, begins burying himself inside of you. “You feel so fucking good.” The words are strained as if he’s holding back in fear of losing control, or at least giving away the boss is fucking his wife to all of the employees just outside the door. 

“Harder,” you cry out in a hushed command, his name following soon after. The warmth bubbles between your legs with every thrust of his cock inside you. It becomes difficult to keep quiet, wanting to moan to the heavens and tell him how incredible he feels fucking you like this. 

The fact that anyone could hear just by walking a bit too close to the office door makes it all the more thrilling. You know it’s not locked. Anyone could walk in, but it makes it even hotter. And you’re already beyond worked up just from feeling so full of him, a tight grip on your hips keeping you in place as he buries himself inside your cunt over and over.

“So fucking wet,” he groans out, not caring about the noises either of you make. As if anyone would cross the boss like that or question his actions. No, you have nothing to worry about being married to such a powerful man, getting to fuck at your leisure whenever the mood strikes. “So fucking good, sweetheart.”

His praises send a rush of heat through your body. You know you won’t last long, yet you’re so eager to come around his drenched cock. A hand reaches between your legs. Fingers find your clit. It’s enough to send you barrelling toward the edge. Papers spill over the desk as you drip over his cock. A few pens scattered over the floor, but neither of you care about the mess you’re making. 

“I’m… I’m coming,” you cry out, louder than usual as the tightness in the pit of your stomach takes hold. Pleasure spirals out of control between your thighs, warmth rushing through your body as your knees quiver. His name bounces off the walls from your desperate lips, loving the feel of his thick cock inside you as your pussy spasms around him.

It’s all he can do to hold out. His head falls back, curses fill the air. Feeling your walls gripping his cock sends him over the edge, getting lost in spilling himself inside your soaked pussy. His hips quicken in pace for a moment before the bliss takes over, hot cum filling you until neither of you can take anymore. 

Your body goes weak beneath him as he rests his hands on each side of your head. Quick breaths are the only thing either of you hear, panting until you can both finally regain your composure. As reality sets in, he can’t help but to chuckle as he takes in the mess over his desk. You’re a little worn out from the afternoon quickie, but you soon settle in his arms as he grabs hold of you to pull you close.

“Do you ever wonder if they can hear?” you ask him as he kisses your forehead, reality setting in also making you question whether the two of you ever have an audience or not. A wide smile spreads over his lips.

“I know they can,” he replies with a smirk. “You’re not exactly quiet when you come, sweetheart.”

Your jaw drops, a pout taking over your features which only makes him laugh more. 

“Don’t worry,” he says before giving you another quick kiss, “it wouldn’t be as much fun if they couldn’t.”

You have to admit, he’s right.

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In the middle of your nightly face routine, he always seems to make an appearance. Whether it’s to tell you how beautiful you look, kiss you on the back of your head, or even tease you by pulling you close and slipping a hand into your panties. He wastes no time expressing his neediness, feeling the thickness of his arousal pressing against you while his fingers roam between your thighs, slipping over your folds, dipping into the creamy nectar he’s earned.

You breathe his name as your eyes flutter to a close. He’s so good at causing you to melt into his embrace. All it takes is a few strokes of his fingers over your slit. Your body craves him, coming alive with desperate heat, feeling the pleasure begin to rise.

“So wet already for me, baby,” he says in a whisper against your ear, leaning down to hear the way you begin to whimper his name. How you rock your hips against his hand doesn’t go unnoticed, causing him to chuckle, though he takes his time working you up. “Your pussy feels so good like this, so wet and warm and ready for me.”

He continues to tease with his deliciously sinful words spoken between your heavy exhales and sighs. Your hand drops to his arm with a tight squeeze the moment he finds your clit, eyes opening just enough to see the outline of your bodies in the vanity mirror before you, the dim lighting of your bedroom casting a warm glow over your skin hot with pleasure.

“Does it feel good, baby?” he asks after circling your clit a few times, fingers dropping to your entrance just to feel the juices pooling there. He can’t help but to groan, feeling the slickness of your arousal against his skin, knowing he’s the reason you’re on the edge of bliss. “Do you like it when I fuck you with my fingers like this?”

With that, he pushes the digits inside of your heat, making your legs tremble as a gasp fills the room. Your fingernails dig into his arm, feeling his muscles tense as he holds you close with a strong grip. The feeling of him so close, pleasuring you, fucking you with his fingers, tempts you to open your eyes once more.

Again you take in the two of you in the reflection. A strong, veiny arm wrapped around your body. His hand disappeared inside of the expensive, lace panties he bought you however long ago. His head tilted over your shoulder, mouth dangerously close to your ear just to whisper those dirty words and sinful questions. 

You see the motions of his hand beneath the fabric as he brings his fingers back to your clit. Your legs tremble with weakness from the bliss filling every inch of you as he tends to the swollen nub. You can’t pull your eyes away from the two of you in the mirror.

“Answer me, baby,” he reminds you of his earlier question, making you realize you’ve lost track of time in his embrace. The pleasure begins to grow, heat building inside of your body as you squeeze your thighs around his hand. “Getting close? Going to come all over my fingers?”

“Yes,” is all you can manage, the word ripped off your tongue as you throw your head back. He pulls you even closer with his free arm, holding your body still, keeping you in place as the bliss begins to bubble over.

“Come for me, baby,” he encourages, continuing to play in the juices between your legs, “come all over my fingers, I want to feel it.”

You can’t help but to obey. The pleasure swells and overflows as you cry out his name. It’s all too much, growing dizzy yet feeling the vibrations of your orgasm flowing through your body. You writhe and tremble in his hold, and he doesn’t even think about letting you go until he starts to feel you go limp.

Carefully, he guides you to the bed on your shaking legs, helping you get comfortable enough to catch your breath. He places kisses on your forehead and you can’t help but to giggle tiredly in his arms after the pleasure he’s given you. 

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Your meal for the night looks a little nervous, but that’s to be expected. He fiddles with the sleeve of his jacket as he waits for you, every now and then running fingers through his hair or tapping his foot to the floor of the club while biting his lip. It’s his first time, you’re sure of it. First timers are always the most fun.

For a vampire, anyway, and getting to feed on willing humans every night that have a kink for the dark and mysterious makes life so, so much easier for you. For hundreds of years you’ve had to scour the streets in search of food. Shocking when the humans turned this lifestyle into a business, allowing clients with their fetishes for the strange and obscene to get their rocks off for a generous fee. 

It gives you a free meal and some cash in your pocket, so you can’t complain. Sometimes clients want a little extra, but you only offer such services to the ones you find cute.

He is pretty cute, you think as he tells you his name with a wavering voice. Strikingly handsome, if you were being completely honest, but you can’t let your excitement show too much. 

This human follows you to a room in the back of the busy club. The two of you slip between the humans and monsters getting close and acquainted as the music echoes through the corridors. The bass shakes you to your core, and maybe a little excitement as well. It’s been awhile since you’ve been with someone as gorgeous as him.

“Sit,” you instruct the moment you’ve slipped away behind a locked door. Faint sounds of conversations and music can still be heard, but it’s not enough to distract you from your goal. “First time, baby?” With a giggle, you settle next to him on the large, red velvet sofa in the far wall of the room. Around you are black walls decorated with gold ornaments, thick-framed pictures of different creatures in seductive poses, and an assortment of different flogging toys lined up in a row… if you need them. 

“Uh, y-yeah.” Nervously, he mumbles and rubs his palm along the back of his neck. “I’ve never… done anything like this before.”

“Aw,” you coo, leaning closer to brush strands of his soft, silky hair from his forehead. “I’ll take care of you, baby. Promise.”

He releases an anxious chuckle. His eyes fall to the ground. He lacks the confidence to even look you in the eyes.

Maybe he needs a different view, you think. The black, lace robe you adorn falls from your shoulders after tugging on the ribbon around your waist, exposing the blood red lingerie. Your breasts nearly overflow from the cup of your bra, and it’s the first thing he sets his eyes on. Then he follows the curve of your waist to the tiniest little pair of sheer panties, licking his lips and sucking in a sharp breath. 

“So… vampires are your thing?” You ask in a nonchalant tone, reaching for him to rub your palm along his chest. 

“Yes,” he replies in an exhale. “I, uh, don’t mean to… to offend you. As if you’re just an object to be used or anything, but I… I heard about this place from a friend.”

Oh, he’s simply the sweetest. You can’t help but to smirk. So innocent and cute. You resist the urge to tell him you’ll be the one using him as an object. He’s trying his best. 

“I’ve been… a little lonely, lately.” His voice lowers as his eyes fall to the floor. Poor thing. Probably just went through a bad breakup. Maybe there’s a person he needs to forget, and the two sharp points of a vampire’s fangs are just enough to do the job. 

“Well, we can fix that.” With that, you settle closer to him, leaning in so your voice fills his ear in an instant. “What do you like to do for fun?” As you ask, your hand rises to his chest again, brushing your fingers over the exposed skin on his throat. You can feel his blood pumping vigorously just beneath your flesh. You resist from groaning at just the thought of tasting him. You know he’s going to be absolutely delicious. 

“Well,” he begins, clearing his throat and shifting his weight from side to side while gulping.

He rambles a little about the things he loves. It’s an old tactic to get clients to open up. They relax more when talking about something familiar to them, so you listen with all your focus on him. His heart rate slows as he mentions music. A genuine giggle escapes your lips, enjoying his company more than you thought you would. 

“That sounds like a lot of fun,” you tell him honestly, knuckles running along the length of his neck before your fingertips graze the curve of his ear. Suddenly, he’s on edge once more the moment he’s done talking about himself. 

“What about you?” he asks, causing your brows to arch. “What do you do for fun?”

You’ve never had a client want to get to know you before. He really is a sweetheart, you realize. 

“Oh, you know… staying up until dawn, feeding on humans, taking naps in coffins…” A sly smirk crosses your lips as he hangs on to every word. “Typical vampire stuff.”

“Does it hurt?” he questions, lowering his eyes to the two sharp fangs in your mouth. “Getting bitten?”

“Only if you want it to,” you reply, smirk widening while running your fingers slowly through his hair. His body stiffens as he inhales a sharp breath.

“I don’t want it to…”

There’s a jolt of pure, hot need between your legs at his response. “Then, let me make it feel good, baby.”

Suddenly, you’re on your knees before him. He remains tense as he sits before you, but quickly relaxes beneath your touch when your hands run along the length of his strong thighs. You can hear him gulp once more. His heart is racing. Blood pumping. Skin flushed, and all of it makes you want him more. He’s so nervous, so on edge, yet you can see how badly he wants you, not only to fuck him, but to feed from him as well.

You have no problem doing both. “Now, I can tell you’re nervous.” You begin to unfasten his belt buckle before tugging on the button to his jeans. “So I’m going to go slow, and I’m going to explain everything I’m going to do to you, okay?”

All he can do is nod, jaw slacked, eyes full of fiery anticipation. He licks his lips before pushing his jeans down to his feet after kicking off his sneakers. Then he rids himself of his t-shirt, leaving himself in only his black boxer-briefs. Your eyes scan over his flesh, taking in every muscle, every curve until you feel your own mouth watering. 

His hair is ruffled and his lips are glistening as he stares down at you. He never takes his sights off your movements, watching as you reach for the waistband of his boxers and pull them down just enough to free his awaiting length. Your fangs softly sink into your bottom lip at the sight, thick and hard and ready for your mouth.

“I’m going to suck you off,” you tell him, watching his chest rise and fall in rapid motion, “and don’t worry about the fangs. I’m incredibly gentle.” 

With that, you lean in to lick the tip of his length you’re gripping at the base with one hand. His entire body tenses all over again, sucking air between his teeth and not exhaling until you’re slipping the tip past your lips. A few pumps of your fist drives him wild while you tend to the swollen mushroom head, tongue swirling around before taking him farther inside your mouth. 

A deep groan builds in his chest. A few curses follow. He becomes putty in your hands as you expertly suck him off, being mindful of the sharp fangs in your mouth, but he has forgotten all about them. His chest rises and falls in time with your motions, groans and whimpers becoming all the more evident of the pleasure filling his body. 

Then you pull away just as quickly as you began. His eyes pop open as his head rises from the back of the cushioned sofa. 

“Wh-what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, baby,” you coo, leaning back to wipe your mouth, smearing the red lipstick a little over your cheek. “But I don’t want you finishing before the real fun has started.”

Slowly, you climb his body to your feet, mouth hovering just above his until your lips press into his own. You take him in a fiery, passionate kiss to earn a groan vibrating your flesh. His skin is flushed hot and burning with desire as your tongues intertwine a second before you pull away, teeth tugging at his bottom lip to leave him dying for more. 

Hearing his heart pounding in his chest urges you to begin peeling your clothes off, piece by flimsy piece, until your lingerie is on the floor and you’re bare before him. He drinks in the sight of you, hungry vampire before him, looking bloodthirsty as you lick your lips while your fangs appear sharp as ever. His sights lower down your body, burning the image of your naked frame crawling over his own to settle on his lap. 

“Gonna fuck you now, baby,” you groan, reaching between the two of you to grip him in your fist once again. “And I’m going to taste your blood while I do it.”

You hear no protest. He only licks his lips, groans, and tosses his head back to lure you in. You take his invitation happily and hungrily, grinding your body against him while your lips fall to his neck. A few strokes of your hand prep him once again, his length hard and needy and desperate for you to sink down onto him.

Without a word, you do just that, aligning the tip until your entrance engulfs him. Another deep, unsteady groan fills the room as he becomes buried inside your walls, coating his flesh in your arousal. 

“Oh… oh my God,” he whimpers, eyes screwing shut, hands rising to grab hold of you. “Please…” Desperately, he pushes his hips into you, causing you to moan his name and throw your head back. A few rolls of your hips do the both of you good as his hands begin to roam your body. Fingertips ghost over your ribs until he reaches your chest. His thumbs brush over your nipples as you ride him, grinding your body against his own and getting lost in the pleasure.

Though his blood pumps harder, quicker, drawing you into his neck once more. Your pace quickens as you kiss his flesh, listening to him groan, concentrating on the beating of his heart pumping the blood you’re dying to taste. 

“Fuck,” you cry out, bliss filling your body, struggling between the pleasure riding him gives you and the need to feed on him. “I’m… I’m going to bite you… when I… come…” Your mind grows fuzzy, trying to get the words out but he’s hitting so deep inside of you as you roll your hips. Your body trembles as ecstasy takes hold.

He wraps an arm around your back, pulling you in, groaning in your ear, pumping his hips between your shaking thighs. Neither of you will last much longer. He’s high on the experience and you’re getting off to him submitting himself to you so desperately it drives you wild. He wants it just as much as you do. The thought brings you that much closer to the edge.

And just when you feel the bliss bubbling, the tension coiling, and finally the wave of pleasure coursing through your body, you open your mouth wide to pierce his flushed flesh with the sharp points of your fangs. Red hot blood spills onto your tongue just as your release of pleasure coats his flesh, wetter and wetter the more you suck from him.

He tenses and trembles until he’s spilling inside of you, his hot release filling you up just as his blood does the same. Sucking at his neck, you hungrily take enough of his blood to satisfy you completely, only pulling away when you assume he begins to grow weak while coming back down from the high. 

It only takes a few seconds to bounce back from the bliss of feeding, having more energy than before thanks to his blood. However, you’re not done with your client just yet. You take the time to help him clean up, tend to his wounds by healing the openings in his neck with your own blood. You promise him there will be no scars, though he will be fatigued the following day.

He hums softly, still on cloud nine after being fucked and fed on. You don’t blame him, however, knowing a vampire’s fangs can bring their own pleasure with a sense of relaxation in the after effects. And though it pains you to see him go due to him being the most fun you have had with a client in a long time, you’re hopeful to see the sweet, tasty human soon.

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He is always such a tease. Drawing out your pleasure, not giving you what you want or giving in until you are begging, “Please,” with a desperate, breathless voice. 

With his deep, raspy chuckle resonating in your whole body, he lies positioned between your legs, mouth and tongue just inches from where you need him the most. You would have told him to fuck off by then if he wasn’t so absolutely sinful with that tongue of his. Just thinking about it has you dripping against your sheets as you lie naked and impatient beneath him.

You are tempted to take the strands of his hair between your fingers to guide him where he needs to go, but with the way his dark eyes stare up at you from between your thighs, you know his reward will be well worth the wait of his teasing.

You exhale his name, closing your eyes and tilting your head back just in time to feel his hands against your outer thighs, slipping up and down your skin, muscles tightening beneath his palm. 

“Yes, baby?” he answers, playfulness in his tone and you are seconds from getting yourself off if he keeps it up.

“Please,” you beg, voice more breathless than you wanted, showing your need for his mouth to be on you. “Please. I’m so fucking worked up. I just need this.”

“I can tell,” he states, running a finger up your slit from your entrance to coat the tip in your arousal, sending your thighs twitching around his hand from the contact. “I swear I could probably make you come in less than five minutes.”

“Let’s find out,” you whine even more, causing him to chuckle once again as he repeats the motion of caressing up and down your slit, but never daring to touch your clit. You can feel the swollen bud throbbing with desire, with need, with the fact that you are so fucking turned on one touch alone could probably make you come. 

“Patience, baby.”

“I’ve been patient.” You wiggle against the bed. “I just need you. I need to get off.”

“Oh?” he asks, and you can tell in his tone his eyes are wide and his brows are raised. You, on the other hand, still have your eyelids shut, head back, fingers clutching the sheets to refrain from pulling on his hair and burying his head between your thighs yourself, even though you are sure he wouldn’t protest to the act of finally tasting you. “What do you need me to do?”

His finger circles your entrance, making it hard to focus on your words as you speak. “I need your mouth on me.”

“My mouth?” He is good at playing innocent. “What do you want my mouth to do?”

You groan. “…”

“C’mon, baby. Say it and you’ll get what you want.”

“I want you to,” you begin, and pause, feeling your whole body flush, “to make me come with your mouth.”

“And how do you want me to do that?” he asks, then begins placing sweet, soft kisses against your inner thighs as he awaits your answer.

“W-with your tongue.” He knows getting you so worked up will be a reward to him as well. Your head is already spinning with the simplest of touches, of kisses, of strokes with his finger up and down your slit once more until he ever so slowly pushes the digit inside, causing your thighs to threaten to tighten around him.

“What do you want me to do with my tongue, baby?”

You bite down on your bottom lip, realizing he is going to make you explain every dirty and delightful detail. “I want you to taste me.” You gulp, already feeling too hot and embarrassed, but by his groan that fills the room as he pulls his finger from within you only to slip it back in just as slow, you know he is loving every second of it.

“I-I… fuck.” He eases another finger inside of you, causing your words to stutter and your mind to go blank.

“Say it, baby. What do you want me to do with my tongue?”

“I want you,” you moan, unknowingly beginning to push your hips towards him, “to… lick… me.”  Another moan fills the air as he gently pumps his fingers in and out, hearing the sloppy sounds of your arousal mix with his groans from feeling your wetness. 

“Where?” His voice deepens as he asks, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Between my thighs - please.” He isn’t playing fair at this point. Both of you are well aware, but he makes it obvious he doesn’t care and you make it obvious you need him desperately as you blurt out what he wants to hear. “Against my clit. I want you to taste me and make me come. I want it so fucking bad, so please.”

You don’t have time to feel the flood of warmth and embarrassment before he is giving you what you have been begging for, finally burying his face between your thighs, finally licking up your slit with his tongue, and finally pleasuring your clit as your back arches off the bed and you whimper his name in response. 

“Fucking Christ.” He wastes no more time as you cry out, feeling his tongue draw circles around and around before flicking up and down at a rapid pace. Your thighs tighten around his head. Your hands clench the sheets tighter. Your whole body shakes beneath him and it only encourages him to move his tongue faster. His fingers continue working in and out of you, drawing out whimper and moan and cry after cry as he curls them to press against your most sensitive spot. 

“Please,“ you beg, “don’t stop.” And he won’t, not until you are trembling and moaning and coming undone before him to spill out over his mouth. Not until curses mix with whimpers that mix with his name flooding the air. Not until you are taking hold of his hair between your fingers and not until your body tenses and your muscles tighten and you can’t even give him any warning before you are reaching your end. 

By the time the first wave of pleasure surges through you, your hips are bucking against his face. By the time the warmth spreads through your whole body, you have gone too weak to hold onto his hair, muscles relaxing, and moans falling quiet until you slack against the bed. He finally slows his tongue halfway through you reaching your peak, and by the time you go limp with your eyes shut, trying to catch your breath, he pulls away completely to clean himself as he chuckles. 

A few moments pass before you feel his arm drape around your stomach to pull you against his body. You grin to yourself, knowing that even though he is such an unbelievable tease, the reward is definitely always worth the wait.

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You can’t help but to stare at the way the sweat beads over his skin. Gorgeous flesh beneath drops of his hard work racing down his neck distract you from the book in your lap. Not like you could pay much attention to anything else as he cleans your parents’ pool. You’ve read the same sentence five times now. The same page for at least fifteen minutes. The same motions of his muscles, veiny arms netting the leaves without a care. Earbuds in, his favorite song playing that he sometimes mouths the words to.

God, what a work of art. It’s not the sun sparkling against your skin making you so hot in the moment. Maybe not even the sight of him at all, but definitely all the thoughts racing through your mind about him, about you, about the two of you together. 

You’re a mess over him, and you quickly shake your head to rid yourself of the images. You know it’s rude to be ogling the pool boy. He’s only trying to work and make enough to pay bills. You attempt a polite smile as he looks your way for a moment, only to be met with a wide, gorgeous grin that makes your heart flutter. 

Ugh, hot and cute, you think. Mix that with his big, kind heart and it’s a dangerous combo. 

Maybe you’ve held his eyes in your own gaze for a moment too long, because it only takes a second for him to make his way toward you. As your heart races, you sit up in your lounge chair, setting your book to the side, grabbing your lemonade and the extra you’ve prepared him just as he is close enough in range.

“Thirsty?” you ask, raising the ice cold glass toward him, and he happily accepts. 

“Always,” he teases, taking the drink from you in his hand and gulping for a few seconds without hesitation. You watch his head fall back, his throat extended and exposed as he swallows the lemonade. He pulls away, licks his lips, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. “Tastes good.”

It seems as if his words, the deep tone, the hidden meaning insinuated, as well as the smirk afterwards makes your heart drop to your pussy. Heat rushes over you in an instant. Your pulse fills your ears for a second until you can only feel the desperate thumping between your legs. 

“I’m glad,” you muster the confidence to reply in just as much of a cheeky manner. It’s nothing new to flirt with him. In fact, you would assume he enjoys it. He always makes it his mission to chat for a few moments no matter how busy he is, how hot it is, or how many customers he still has to reach by the end of the afternoon. When you’re not around, he even makes a point to ask your parents about you, giving them the excuse that he loves to talk about the books you’re reading, or the music he’s listening to. 

If you didn’t know any better, you would believe he is digging you as much as you’re digging him. Yet, you know he wants to remain professional, so it never goes further than flirtatious remarks, and subtle glances to check one another out. 

You’re certainly giving him just as much of a show in your swimsuit. The cut is low over your breasts, thin, sparkly material barely there that you notice his eyes drop to every now and then. It makes your body even hotter. You can just picture his mouth on you now. His lips pressed to your flesh, kissing your breasts, a tongue flicking out to tease a hardened nipple. Licking, sucking, maybe even biting. God, you would let him do it all. 

“Are you okay?” 

The question pulls you from the vivid daydream just before you begin soaking your swimsuit between your legs. You blink a few times, staring up at him grinning down at you. He’s finished his lemonade, making it obvious as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and then playfully rubs his bare, toned belly as if he is full and satisfied. 

“Uh, huh?” you question, causing him to chuckle with his nose scrunched just enough to make you melt. 

“I asked if you were getting in the pool, or just going to sit there looking beautiful for me.”

For me. The words play again and again in your mind. If it were any other man, you would be running for the hills. But sweet, kind, cute, incredibly hot pool boy only makes you melt further. Your heart drums in your chest. All you can do is look down at your lap and grin, biting your lip to keep from giving away just how much his words get to you. 

“Well…” You think for a moment, knowing he is opening the door to take your flirty relationship to the next level. He’s putting the option in your hands now, making it clear how he feels about you, that he’s into you, and now it’s up to you on what you wish to do next. “Only if you join me…”

When you look up at him, he’s grinning from ear to ear. “Won’t your parents mind? I don’t want to get fired.”

“Please, my parents adore you. My mom goes on and on about the cute and nice pool boy. Plus, they’re gone for the weekend.”

Upon hearing the last remark, his tone shifts. “In that case,” is all he says, extending that beautiful, strong, veiny arm to help you up from your seat. Happily, you accept, gently slipping your palm into his own to feel the hard-working man’s calloused hand. 

He leads you to the pool, continuing to keep your hand in his own as you step slowly down the concrete steps into the water. He follows behind, already in his swim trunks thanks to never knowing when he will need to jump in the water to collect large debris, or maybe unclog a drain. The water is cool and refreshing on your sun-warmed skin, relaxing just enough as you turn back to him.

There’s a grin on his lips as he wades through the pool, raising his soaked hands up to his face to rub the sweat from his flesh before carding his fingers through his hair.

Cute, wet, playful and in the pool with you is not how you expected to start your weekend, but you can’t find a thing to complain about. 

“Feels nice, huh?” he asks, the two of you dancing around one another as you swim about in between the shallow and deep ends. 

“Of course,” you reply, “even better for you, I’m sure. It’s so hot and you’ve been out here for a while.” 

“It’s not too bad,” he admits with a smile. “It’s relaxing work, if I’m being honest. It’s easier when I get to spend time with someone so pretty.”

Once again, he says things only he could get away with. It makes your heart flutter. Warmth spirals from between your legs all over again. He doesn’t give you much time to react before he’s making his way through the water toward you. Face to face, he stares down into your eyes, hesitation in his expression for a split-second before he reaches for you. His hand on your hip, suddenly but softly, pulls you closer to him. You allow him to do as he wishes, making it clear from your smile his careful, gentle motions make you feel safe in his embrace. He takes his time, giving you ample opportunity to turn him away, in which you’re confident he would understand and respect your boundaries.

But you’ve been waiting for this moment, fantasizing about being this close to him from the day you first saw him carrying two big jugs of chlorine like it was nothing. You move closer to him, your grin matching his own. A small giggle escapes your lips. You aren’t sure why. He makes you feel so calm when he’s around. Naturally he relaxes you, and it only takes a few more seconds for your lips to meet his flesh.

He kisses you, softly at first, testing the waters to make sure it’s what you want. When you don’t pull away, and when you actually lean into him, he takes it further. Both hands grip your hips with a delicate touch, his mouth pressing against your own until his tongue parts your lips. You invite him in as he deepens the kiss, tasting sticky, salty sweat on his skin and loving every second of it. 

Your body comes alive. A switch is triggered, heat rushing through you so suddenly all you can do is press yourself against him. And he lets you, pushing him all the way to the side of the pool until he can squat just enough within the water to where you can rest on his lap. It only takes a moment to feel his cock hard against your aching pussy. His kisses deepen just as you begin rolling your hips against him. Teeth nip at your bottom lip a second before he wraps an arm around your body, holding you close, making sure you’re grinding against his hardened length as you rock yourself back and forth.

You whimper, eyes closed, head falling to the side as his mouth begins to wander. You feel his cock against your slit, the hard, rounded tip pressing against your clit, driving you wild, urging you to fall into a pleasurable rhythm until it feels too damn good to stop.

“Keep going, baby,” he encourages you, as if he can read your mind, as if he knows exactly what it is you need. The pleasure swells and if your flimsy bathing suit wasn’t in the way, dying to feel his flesh against your own, you know you would have already come by now. “Ride my cock, just like that.”

His filthy words are spoken just to draw you closer to the edge. Oh how you would love to be anywhere else but the pool with him, no clothes, grinding against his cock, slippery juices coating his flesh. You know there will be time for that later. You need to come now, whimpering his name once again, quiet moans spilling between praises from his lips. He tells you to keep going, asking you how it feels, telling you you’re beautiful and sexy and he wants you so damn badly. 

Quickly, your movements become desperate, heat filling every inch of your body, knowing how close you’re getting. He can sense it from the way you grow quiet, concentrating on the feeling, as well as how your legs tremble and twitch around him. Your hands fall from clinging to his shoulders to touch your own body. Shaking fingers trail down the straps of your swimsuit, running along the curve of your breasts to find your nipples hardened and aching. 

Before you can think about it, you tug on the straps until your breasts bounce free from restraints.

“Fuck…” he mutters, pleasantly surprised at your beautiful tits popping out just for him, fingers digging into your flesh out of pure need to please you. As you grind against his cock, you push your chest forward, inviting him to do as he wishes once again.

And he doesn’t hesitate, head falling down to press his lips to your chest. You can feel yourself become more aroused, hotter, slicker between your thighs, grinding on his hard cock as he begins teasing your nipples. Just as you imagined, he runs his tongue around the erect, sensitive bud before taking it in his mouth, sucking lightly to cause a surge of pleasure to rush through your body.

It all happens too fast. The bliss overwhelms you in an instant. The tension snaps between your thighs in a sweet, euphoric release of red hot pleasure coursing through your body. You lean forward as you come, grabbing onto him and he holds you just as tight. Your hips rocking roughly against him begin to slow, body trembling as the waves of bliss take hold of every ounce of sanity. Whimpers of his name fill the air, causing him to groan in satisfaction from making you come, from making you feel so damn good.

Then it all comes floating down, softly, gently, feeling him kissing your temple, his palm soothing your back. You’re still unsteady so you don’t move, but you’re sure he would keep you there as long as you needed. He’s left you so breathless, all you can do is release a soft chuckle for a few seconds.

“Oh my God…” you finally say, and he laughs in return. “That was… so much better than just fantasizing about it.”

Now he’s laughing a little louder, the warmth of such a sweet voice filling your ears relaxing you even further. 

“I have to agree,” he admits, making it clear he’s thought about the two of you together just as much as you have. 

If that’s the case, you think, you can’t wait to show him what you have fantasized about doing to him in return. 

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He paints patterns on your skin with his lips, trailing down your body with need, but taking his time. His mouth presses to your spine. Each kiss is more delicate than the last, warming your body up as you lay on your stomach, soft sheets beneath you, coolness in the air that makes you shiver right along with his touch. 

You giggle his name. You can’t help it. Not with the way he tenderly kisses your body all the way down to your ass. You wiggle beneath him, sensitive from the ticklish nature of his soft and sweet kisses. He loves to watch you get worked up from his mouth alone, knowing he’s only just getting started.

Strong hands grip your sides as he hovers over you to raise your hips from the bed. He carries on while you allow him to do anything and everything he wants to your body, knowing his loving touches take care of you so, so well. 

“Spread your legs, baby.” His deep, needy voice sends a surge of warmth straight between your thighs. An ache settles in your core from him, feeling his lips back on your body once again for a moment between words. “Let me taste your pussy, sweetheart.” 

Another surge of pure heat makes you tremble from the dark desire in his voice. You follow the instructions with an eager whimper, raising your hips along with his help, parting your thighs, putting your dripping cunt on display for him so his tongue can lap up your juices.

He wastes no time doing as promised. His mouth presses your slit, over your entrance, stopping for a moment to taste your honey before diving lower. Your shiver upon the contact. Warmth spirals from your core to the rest of your body as he tastes you. He works his tongue over your clit, swallowing every drop of arousal that drips down to his mouth. He tastes your pussy from behind, earning moans and whimpers of his name, cries for more that beg him not to stop. 

His hands grip your hips tighter, getting lost in the moment and the way you taste. The way you drip on his tongue. How you shiver with every delicious circle around your swollen, aching bud. The cries you release and the way you beg him to come. He loves every second of it as he sucks on your clit.

“Please,” you cry out, hands twisting the sheets, ass rising in the air as you roll your hips against his mouth. “I’m so close,” you gasp, eyes screwing shut, concentrating on the pressure of his thick tongue over your pussy, imagining how it looks in your mind to see him buried between your thighs from behind. 

All he can do is groan against your flesh. He holds you tight, keeping you in place while licking your pussy, massaging your clit with the flat of his tongue until every cry from your mouth or tremble against his hands tells him you’re coming undone. A final gasp filling the room signals the pleasure overwhelming your body, growing weak before him as you ride out the bliss against his tongue.

But he doesn’t pull away, continuing to gather up every drop of slick and salty essence, overwhelming you further until you can take no more. Another gasp fills the room as you’ve grown too sensitive after coming down from the high. You’re shaking in his hands all over again, wiggling in his grasp, whimpering it’s too much until he finally pulls away from you.

With a satisfied, yet sleepy grin, you collapse to the sheets. It doesn’t take long to feel his body press against you from behind, gathering you up in his arms to pull you close to him. You melt into his chest just like you alway do, completely spent from the pleasure and blissfully on cloud nine. 

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Maybe you enjoy the breathless moans that fall from his lips more than you should. The way he whimpers his pleas and thrusts his hips into you from below sends a rush of adrenaline through your body. With your drenched slit grinding against his hardened cock, you have him right where you want him, on the edge, desperate for release, flushed with sweat beading against his forehead. 

Your back remains to him from the moment you started this teasing session, with a few glances over your shoulder to check on him, only to see his face twisted in pure bliss. He remains naked, spread on the bed and at your mercy. With urgency, he reaches for your body before his eager hands land on your hips, a simple ‘please’ falling from his lips because he wants to be deep inside of you in the moment. 

“Oh,” you say his name with a giggle, continuing to massage his cock with your dripping pussy, allowing your juices to coat his skin, feeling your swollen clit brush over his shaft. Soon his hands fall from your hips to grip your ass in an attempt to urge you further, but all you can do is chuckle at him. A breathless whimper fills the bedroom once again the moment he pushes his hips beneath you, needy for release while feeling the warmth of your body wrapped around him. 

“I can’t,” he groans, the words strained as they leave his tongue, “please, baby…” 

Heat floods your body from the tremble in the words. Cute and whiny with him being so needy in the moment. It fuels your ego as well as gives you confidence to keep teasing, because in the end you know he loves to be a submissive little puppy for you. He loves when you tease, loves when you have him on edge. 

“Are you going to come?” you ask in an innocent enough tone, feeling his body tense beneath you. His breaths quicken. He whines a little more, digging his fingers into your flesh. Your hips work faster as you grind your body against his length, feeling him twitch beneath you, noticing his balls tighten when he’s only a moment from pure pleasure. He’s right on the edge of release, and you know a little encouragement will do the trick for your needy puppy. “Come for me. I wanna feel you come.”

A strained groan fills in his chest, then he’s tense once again, all before he begins to release thick, white strands of cum against his stomach. He spills over with a whimper, hips bucking, cock stiff as ever. You continue your motions until he’s whining all over again, far too sensitive and completely milked thanks to the slick caress of your drenched slit against him.