#CW sex

[miyaz6ki]

──── see me, see me not

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ synopsis. in which kinich takes his headwear off, and puts it on you (in a different way)

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ pairings. kinich x gn!afab!reader,!!NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!!

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ director's notice. i have a feeling he would not gonna lie :pray:

"p- please.. kin- t'fast.." is all you could whimper out as kinich swallowed at the sight of your pretty body being used- slamming himself into your red, puffy hole from behind. each heavenly thrust only making you throw your head back in everlasting pleasure

both your breathy moans filled the space you both stayed in- kinich who just groans your name, the red bow-like marks made from his nails as he left a breathy gasp, almost like catching his breath still. his stares at how well your entrance took him drove him frantic.

"oh f-fffuck.." is all you could hear, kinich's headwear comfortably over your eyes— the beads of sweat on both your forehead's scent only brimming the room. feeling a pair of two fingers come to your mouth- "suck." a raspy voice emits from behind you.

kinich who overhears mualani stepping into the lobby outside the small room he unconveniently chose. "kinich! where are you?!" is heard visibly throughout the halls as he holds your hips close, pushing you up against the wall from your previous position of simply bending over and taking his cock :o

"quiet, baby." is all you hear, kinich who still won't take the blindfold off of your eyes, yet he just oh-so accidently grinds his cock against your g-spot. his fingers in your mouth, as you bite down on them a little as he tries to keep your volume to a minimum while still giving you as much pleasure as possible.

your heart raced as mualani reached for the knob of the door before someone from outside called her for help, making her leave effectively. kinich who loved the adrenaline of almost being caught, only letting the moans escape your glossy lips as he finally released his fingers from your mouth— "ahh— shit sweetheart, that's right.. ssshitt..." he groaned from behind.

the way you start to clench around him with his merciless thrust keeping its pace, oh he's gonna cum in you. whining as you feel him changing the position again, this time to his favorite- missionary.

wherein he secures your thighs around his waist, his strength keeping you up on the wall, you can hear each little squelch, every little plop. "yeeaahh.. that's right, pretty." hearing your wails of pleasure, leaning down to mark you around your collarbone as he kept up the violent strikes, watching the way you fumble your hands anywhere you could, not being able to see what he was doing, you're so pretty, he wished you could see that for yourself.

"uhuh? ffuck.. yeah you gonna come baby?" his teasing tone into the shell of your ear, feeling his warm breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine, your hips quavered at his actions, you were already starting to see stars.

the way he hit you so raw, you feel as if you'll be snapped in half soon, his tight grip on your waist, and securing your legs to attach his torso, if he doesn't slow down you might just crack! the insane amount of stamina you gain after working as a hunter for so long definitely is a ton. drilling his cock into you, feeling every inch inside of you, every vein come in and out.

he huffs "shit you feel.. s' good pretty.. so fffuckin' good.." —you can smell every detail on him, the floral smell he always has on that he promises isn't on purpose, mixed with the moist, and musky scent of your swear (& his).

kinich, with a long groan, "just one more, baby.. just one moreee.." who's been saying that for the past 3 hours, but who can blame him when he just can't get enough of you. cumming inside you for about the fifth time already! who wouldn't cum with the way you clench down onto his cock with your velvety entrance, or the way you'd scratch at his back (after finally finding where he was), claw marks that looks of a beast. who wouldn't cum, seeing how much your entrance was talking to him, luring him in, so wet and ready for him, you were practically made for him, and his cock.

how many times has he emptied himself into you? can't count. how many times have you come on his dick alone? can't count either. how many hours has it been? stop asking me questions!

watching the way your back arched as you moaned out his name, the way you legs shivered, the intense heavenly feeling of getting to cum with you was more passionate than anything he's done in the past. he hadn't even realized the way your juices squirted everywhere!

"huh.. that's the first time i've seen you do that."

...

"wanna do that again?"

kinich weapon alert !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (i have no resin sighh)

[lingrimmart]

[enaloi]

old timeskip comic

[druizard]

"The pleasures of mortal love are much sweeter than I remember... Though perhaps that's simply because it's with you."

Hiding the lewdest one under the cut~

This scene hits so much differently if you're both naked

[bitepilled]

What do you think happens when Yaga loses in-game?

• Full (Explicit) — Bluesky | ImgBB

[cynicalrosebud]

Kinktober Day 8

Warnings: Sexual themes; Breeding; Gay Sex; Author is a monsterfucker

Prompt: Oviposition + Breeding

Pairing: Beast!John Price x Male!Reader

The rest of Kinktober

The cave was dim, the air thick and warm as he lay beneath the weight of Price, his monstrous form looming over him. The creature's body, a twisted amalgamation of beast and man, pressed against his small mate, the heat between them almost unbearable. His eyes glowed faintly in the dark, focused solely on his mate, filled with an intensity that made his skin tingle.

"You’re going to take everything I give you," Price’s voice was rough, a deep rumble that reverberated through the space between them. His claws gently traced along his mate's skin, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. There was no escaping it—he had agreed to this, to the strange, primal need that thrummed in the air.

Price’s body shifted, pressing his mate down further into the earth, the creature’s hot breath against his neck making him shiver. His body was already slick with sweat, heart racing as he felt the weight of what was about to happen. Price’s movements were deliberate, each one carefully calculated to ensure that his mate had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide from what was coming.

"You want this, don’t you?" Price growled, his clawed hand gripping the smaller thigh, pulling him closer. His monstrous frame loomed large, casting a shadow over his mate as he nodded, unable to form words. His body trembled in anticipation, nerves alive with a mix of fear and excitement.

Price’s massive form shifted slightly, the sensation of his hot breath against his neck making him gasp. The creature’s instincts were in full control now, the primal need to fill him overwhelming any human restraint Price might have once had. His claws dug into the earth beside his mate as he prepared, his monstrous form taut with anticipation.

The cock that pressed against his hole was no less monstrous than the creature it was attached to. Dark in colour, it hung far in front of his body, resting along his tiny mate’s back. Two thick knots bulged from both halfway down, to right above his heavy balls. Price’s mate could see the movement of eggs shifting along the thick girth, forcing a shiver out of him.

His mate’s breath hitched as he felt the first wave of burning inside him, Price’s monstrous body pressing closer as the process began. It was slow, deliberate, as if the creature wanted him to feel every bit of it. Price’s hand slid down to his mate’s stomach, resting on the bulge possessively as his voice rumbled in the dim cave.

"You're mine," Price growled softly, his voice dark and heavy. "I’m going to fill you, and you’re going to take it all. My beautiful mate."

The smaller body tensed, overwhelmed by the sensation, but he couldn’t stop it—the heat, the pressure, the way Price’s body seemed to claim him with every movement. His mind was a blur, every nerve on fire as he was filled, his senses overloaded. It was primal, raw, and utterly consuming.

He needed more.

The pressure inside him grew, the weight of what was happening making his head spin as Price’s claws dug into his skin almost painfully, grounding him through the overwhelming sensations. There was no escape from the intensity, no way out of the primal need that seemed to take over both of them. His mate could feel the heat spreading through him, the sensation building until it was almost unbearable.

He could feel the first egg drop into the canal, slowly moving down to push against his already straining rim.

"You’re taking it so well," Price rumbled, his monstrous body still pressing against his mate as he continued, his voice low and full of satisfaction. "You’re going to carry this for me. All of it."

The first egg finally pushed back his rim, followed quickly by its siblings in a steady flow into his hole. His mate’s entire body trembled, overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled completely, the pressure inside him growing until it was almost too much to handle. His breaths came in short gasps, his vision blurring as the warmth spread through him, a deep ache settling in his core.

His stomach began to fill, stretching and becoming almost uncomfortably heavy at a rapid pace. Price’s hand remained firm on his stomach, possessive and controlling as the process continued, the weight of what was happening grounding his little mate in the moment. There was no turning back now—no stopping the primal need that had overtaken them both. “Gonna look so fucking beautiful, full of my young.”

The last egg finally pushed firmly into place among the others, a loud groan of appreciation leaving Price.

"Good boy," Price growled softly, his voice full of approval as he finished, the heat inside his mate finally easing as the intensity began to subside. His body was trembling, completely spent, but Price’s hand remained on him, protective and firm.

"You did well," Price murmured, his voice still rough but filled with a strange sort of tenderness as he leaned down, his monstrous form still towering over his mate. "You’re mine now. All mine."

[dreamsteddie]

A while ago now, before I even had this blog and was writing in as anonamous, I had submitted this fic idea thing for Slick Sunday and I wish I could find it so I could reblog it today for March Mating Madness because it was about Steve getting bitched and I'm still thinking about it.

The basic presmise was that after going through the bitching process Steve's dick doesn't resead and shrink like it's supposed to and he's super self consious about his body because of it. He meets John and Argyle who run a very taseful Queer skin mag and ask him to be one of their models.

Steve doesn't think anyone is going to be into that but says what the hell and does a shoot with the. He becomes their most popular model and continues working with them for a while. It builds his confidence and makes him feel more at home in his body.

Eddie is obsessed with Steve, who never shows his face in the pictures, and buys multiple copies of all the issues he's in. They meet on accident at the gocery store and start dating but when they go to have sex for the first time, Eddie immedietly freaks out because he knows that body and feels like a total creep. He leaves and Steve thinks he got freaked out by his body the way he always worried alphas would.

They make up and it's all good but this idea haunts me. If I was an artist I would be drawing all of Steve's photos in a zine format.

@stmarchmm

[vampiricbisexuality]

is sex even supposed to be fun it just sounds painful and annoying

i think murdering each other with matching knives sounds much better

[entity9silvergen]

The McElroys: Abnimals is a kids friendly show!

Also the McElroys: We’re going to have a guy with a shockplay kink in this episode

[xiaq]

Hi, I have a bit of a personal question, so if you don’t want to answer this, I completely understand!! no hard feelings at all! long story short, I’m demisexual, and I just entered my first real relationship. My girlfriend lights me up inside in a way I’ve never experienced before, but being demi I have no sexual or romantic experience and I’m a little stressed about First Times. Do you have any tips on how to relax? Or at least how to be comfortable with that unfamiliar territory? Your little tidbits about your relationship with B really opened my eyes to my own situation, so I thought I’d maybe see if you had any tips for me. Thanks in advance!!

First: Congratulations! That's super exciting!

Second:

Talk 👏 to 👏 her👏 (!!!)

My partner and I talked A LOT before even the slightest hanky-ing of panky-ing occurred. (In fact, our first conversation about it consisted of me telling him I likely would not enjoy sex and wasn't willing to submit myself to things I did not enjoy anymore and him being like, "ok, no sex, then." Which gave me the time and inclination to feel things out further.) So, when I got to a place where I was like, "ok, conceptually, I do actually like the idea of physical intimacy with you, I'm just not sure I'll enjoy it in practice," we kept talking! I told him things I thought he should know about the past experiences I'd had that might color things we did. I told him about how anxious I was because this mattered in a way that was new and scary (because I was in real actual love and, as you might imagine, not handling it well). I let him ask questions and we made a plan to try things slowly in a low-stress, no-expectations kind of way. It was super valuable A. in making me feel like we were approaching an unfamiliar territory together rather than me entering it by myself and B. it apparently eased a lot of my partner's concern that he'd do something to hurt or scare me when he knew what was off-limits, what was ok, and what we'd need to figure out.

I'll be real with you. Our "first time" sucked. I was a nervous wreck. He called things only shortly after they'd started and was like, nope, time to cuddle and watch a movie instead. And the fact that we'd talked about this probably happening, and him confirming the initial promises he'd made that he wouldn't push me, and he wouldn't get mad if nothing sexual actually happened--that made me a lot less nervous during the next attempt. And each time was an improvement until things were, you know, better than I ever could have imagined. Fireworks. Rainbows. The whole 9 yards. It just took a lot of talking to get there.

Also, people seem to think that talking about sex-- test results, dislikes, preferences––is somehow not sexy. But I found it to be the opposite. 1. I love planning things. So knowing what "the plan" is ahead of time is very nice. 2. Talking about an action before trying it out can be... titillating. Let's say.

Anyway. Communicate! If she's as awesome as she sounds, she'll be honored and pleased to tackle the situation with you rather than being a part of the thing that's giving you anxiety.

[angelbarelywritesslashers]

♡ scenarios | dating billy

♡ fandoms; The Boys

♡ characters; Billy Butcher

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; explicit sexual content

♡ notes; he’s the bane of my existence + love of my life tbh

reader isss implied to be working with Billy and in my mind a supe but i made it ambiguous since i didn’t write a meeting section :v but i love the idea of Billy falling for a supe so much

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

I. Kisses/ PDA

> he doesn’t like PDA…or at least that’s what he claims

> Frenchie and Marv give him shit- and Hughie is so supportive it makes him angrier than the others giving him shit

> but tbh they’re all happy to see him happy, and he knows that somewhere under that thick skull off his

> so when you give him a kiss or hold his hand or hug him in the base he grumbles, but he never pushes you away or actually complains

> and sometimes he’ll haphazardly pull you against him without saying a word, cheeks a bit pink as he mumbles something into your hair

> usually a ‘good job’ if it fits the occasion, otherwise a comment about how his coworkers are idiots

> now undercover, it’s a different story

> everyone is a potential threat then- and even worse, everyone is potentially going to bother you

> if he even gets a whiff of someone looking you over he’s got an arm around your waist and a hand not so subtly on his holster

> if you want to get any actual surveillance done you have to shoo him away so he doesn’t scare anyone off

> and even then he’s checking in way more often than he needs to

> it’s hard to get mad at, because it’s sweet in his stubborn, assholeish way

> and if you don’t care about surveillance it’s easy to get him riled by playing into it

> and then he’ll kiss you hard right in front of whatever chucklefuck was eying you

> “hope he’s enjoying the bleedin’ view”

> he’s a big cuddler when you’re alone- another thing he’d never admit

> but he loves when you snuggle up with your head on his chest, listening to his heart and nearly dozing while he goes through files

> or when you’re exhausted on the van ride home and make sure no one is paying attention as you hold with his hand in the front seat, rubbing his probably bloodied knuckles and pressing soft kisses them

> he likes your little late night rendezvous the best, though

> you’re both bad at sleeping, so most nights in the base he’ll find you in the kitchen near midnight brewing chai

> you’ll be sitting on the counter in one of his shirts and smile brightly despite the bags under your eyes

> and then when he comes over and puts a hand on either side of you, you trap him in your legs

> the kisses are sometimes heated, sometimes chaste

> but either way you enjoy the tea, and spend the rest of the restless night together

II. Sharing a bed

> when you’re all living in hiding, space is tight under the pawnshop

> you’ve both got shitty little twin beds, and he’s always complaining about space

> but the nights are getting cold and the heater barely works, so you hatch your evil scheme

> evil scheme might get giving it too much credit. like way too much

> all you plan on is asking to snuggle and never leaving his bed

> but he’s taking forever to get whatever he’s doing done, and you’re tired

> no biggie, you’ll just crawl in and wait for him so you can ask

> the next thing you know it’s two a.m. and he’s nudging you

> “oi. who said you could be in here?”

> you whine and give him the biggest pout, eyes all hazy from sleep

> and not wearing all that much either

> he sighs but you can hear the smile in his voice “c’mon then love.”

> before you can scooch over he’s pulling you on top of him completely, making you feel tiny on his broad chest

> he tried not to seem too delighted when you’re there again the next night

III. Let’s get kinky

> listen. i swear i don’t think every character has a daddy kink. just all the ones i’m super attached to

> but he canonically referred to himself as daddy and that’s not leaving my brain anytime soon. so.

> he refers to you as so many sweet nicknames- and he likes to pair them with a healthy mix of degradation and praise

> “you’re a filthy fuckin’ whore aren’t yah sweetheart?”

> his default is rough. he’s a frustrated man, and he’s been pent up for a while now

> but you can take it. probably.

> he likes choking. and spanking, he loves when you’re a brat and he can bend you over his knee

> mostly because then he can finger fuck you right then and there when he’s done and make you a complete mess

> if you wear makeup he thinks it’s twice as nice with your lipstick smudged and mascara running down your cheeks

> and you look prettiest to him on your knees, already a bit teary and sucking on his fingers until you’ve earned the real thing

> he wants to breed you so bad it makes him look stupid. (tbh not literally, even if it is possible, but god the dirty talk is so good that it doesn’t matter)

> his favorite position is reverse cowgirl- he loves seeing you whine and slowly ease yourself onto him

> and to me- he’s an ass man lmao, he loves watching it as you bounce on his cock

[ifwebefriends]

What really appeals Stolitz to me as an aspec person is that the sex is not like the end goal, it’s not what we’re looking forward to or anticipating. We’ve long gone over that bridge and now we’re waiting for the emotional climax of their relationship where they learn to communicate healthily and it becomes less about the sex

[qininqinin]

[Color x F!Reader, blowjob, future deep throating…]

note: the freakiness was strong in this one (and it's short because it's the first time I write a blowjob scene)…

Color's large hand was heavy on your head, his fingers trembling against it - he seemed uncertain, hesitant to pull your hair away or push your face closer to his pelvis.

“Good girl, good girl.” He murmurs between moans, finally deciding to pull your hair.

That little green light dilated inside his eye socket, finally forming a heart, pulsing as your lips slide around Color's member, remaining with the tip of it in your mouth - and Color does nothing but let out a drawn-out moan, tilting his head back as he feels his cock tremble as your tongue leaves a lick with what's left inside your mouth.

“You’re okay?” He pants, biting his false lips as you murmur, forcing your throat to vibrate against his member. “Good girl.” Color praises again, releasing your hair just to stroke them with gentle pats.

“You can take more, can’t you?” A bit of saliva drips down his chin as you nod, taking more of his cock in eager mouthfuls, “I knew I could count on you, my favorite girl.”

And all you could hear were his louder gasps, interrupted only by moans as you took more and more of his fat cock with your lips - feeling the tip poke your throat, a bit of precum running down your tongue.

The best dessert was Color's cock afterall, sweet as his high pitch moans~

[sugarrushsato]

2 doctors having sex etc etc

(Full version on my nsfw twt :3)

[windslar]

[cynicalrosebud]

Kinktober Day 24

Warnings: Sexual Themes, BDSM, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation/Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Bratting/Taming

Prompt: Brat Taming + Squirting

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Price

The rest of Kinktober

Notes: A little treat for myself on my birthday

The dim light of the room cast a warm glow over (Y/n) as she sat on the edge of the bed, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. She knew she was being a brat, and relished every moment of it. The anticipation hung thick in the air, electrifying her senses.

“Come on, Price,” she teased, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a playful flick. “What’s taking you so long? I thought you were supposed to be the big, tough Captain.”

Price stepped into the room, his expression a mix of amusement and annoyance. “You think you can keep pushing me, love?” he asked, crossing his arms over his broad chest, the fabric of his shirt straining against his muscles.

(Y/n) shrugged, her confidence unwavering. “Maybe I just want to see how far I can go before you finally snap.”

With a low growl, Price closed the distance between them, the heat radiating off him making her pulse quicken. “You’re playing a dangerous game, (Y/n).”

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” she replied, biting her lip as he stepped closer, the tension between them thickening.

In a swift motion, Price grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer, the weight of his presence making her heart race. “You think you can tease me without consequences?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

She looked up at him, a defiant glimmer in her eyes. “Maybe I just want you to show me what happens when I push your buttons.”

With that, Price’s grip tightened, and he pushed her down onto the bed, hovering over her with an intensity that made her breath hitch. “Alright then, let’s see how well you can handle it.”

He wasted no time, his hands exploring her body with skillful precision, igniting a fire within her. (Y/n) squirmed beneath him, teasingly grinding her hips against him, desperate for more contact, for more of him.

“Stop moving,” he commanded, a playful edge in his tone that only fueled her desire. “You need to learn who’s in charge.”

But she couldn’t help herself. The way he was touching her made her feel alive, and the urge to push him just a little further bubbled up inside her. “Make me,” she challenged, her voice sultry and dripping with defiance.

Price’s eyes darkened with desire. “Oh, I will.”

With a swift motion, his hand slipped down to her core, fingers expertly working her. The sensation overwhelmed her senses, and she gasped, arching her back into him. “See? There’s no need to be a brat when you can just be good for me,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. “Good girls get rewards.”

But (Y/n) was determined to resist, holding on to her defiance. She teased him with her body, rolling her hips against his fingers, pushing him further.

“Keep it up, and you won’t last long,” he warned, though she could hear the hint of challenge in his tone.

With a wicked smile, (Y/n) rolled her hips again, and Price responded by ramping up his efforts, his fingers working faster, teasing her to the brink. “You’re pushing it,” he growled, a mix of frustration and desire swirling in his gaze.

“Maybe I want you to,” she gasped, her body betraying her with each surge of pleasure that coursed through her.

“Then you’d better be ready for the consequences,” he warned, his voice thick with anticipation. He pulled her closer, his lips crashing against hers in a heated kiss, swallowing her moans as the world around them faded away.

The combination of pleasure and pressure mounted within her, and she felt herself teetering on the edge. “Price, I—”

“Let it go, (Y/n),” he commanded, his voice low and intense, leaving no room for argument. With a final thrust of his fingers, she shattered, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she squirted, her body responding instinctively to his every command.

“Good girl,” Price praised, his voice a mix of satisfaction and desire. He watched with a triumphant grin as she writhed beneath him, caught between the bliss of her release and the remnants of her bratty defiance. “Just needed to cum all that brattiness out, eh?”

But he wasn’t done yet. Price pulled back slightly, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued to work his fingers inside her, coaxing her toward another peak.

“Did you think I’d let you off that easily?” he teased, quickening his pace, his fingers curling and pressing against her sensitive spots.

Another wave of pleasure built within her, intense and overwhelming. “Price, I can’t—” she gasped, but he silenced her with another deep kiss, their tongues dancing together as he pushed her to the edge once more.

“Let it go, (Y/n). I want to feel you come for me again,” he urged, his voice thick with need.

The pressure coiled tighter, and with a cry of his name, she shattered again, another orgasm ripping through her, stronger this time, leaving her breathless and trembling beneath him.

“Good girl,” Price praised again, a satisfied smirk on his face. “That’s it. Just let it all out.”

He continued to work her through it, his fingers relentless, coaxing yet another peak from her. (Y/n) couldn’t hold back anymore, the sensations overwhelming as she felt herself teetering again.

“Please, I— I can’t take anymore!” she cried, but his fingers only sped up, and with a final thrust, she succumbed once more, a wave of ecstasy crashing over her as she squirted again, her body arching against his hand.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice a low growl of satisfaction. “Such a good girl for me.”

As the waves of pleasure subsided, (Y/n) lay panting, a mix of satisfaction and mischief glinting in her eyes. Price leaned down, kissing her forehead gently. “Oh, princess, we are far from done tonight,” he whispered, a playful smile tugging at his lips, promising more delights to come.

As the waves of pleasure finally began to subside, (Y/n) lay breathless beneath Price, her body still tingling with the remnants of multiple orgasms. She felt utterly spent, yet exhilarated, her heart racing as she caught her breath.

But before she could fully recover, she felt Price’s grip tighten around her wrists, pinning them gently yet firmly to the bed. “Not so fast, love,” he murmured, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “You’re not done with me yet.”

“What do you mean?” she panted, a mix of confusion and anticipation swirling in her mind.

He didn’t answer her directly. Instead, he lowered himself to her body, his lips ghosting over her sensitive skin, trailing soft kisses down her stomach. (Y/n) squirmed beneath him, still hyper-aware of the sensations lingering from her previous releases.

“John, please—” she began, but before she could finish, he shifted lower, positioning himself between her thighs.

With a teasing smirk, he looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. “You made quite the mess, princess. I think it’s only fair that I clean you up.”

Before she could protest, he leaned in, his warm breath brushing against her soaked folds, sending another shiver of pleasure through her. With a slow, deliberate motion, he began to lick her clean, his tongue skillfully tracing every sensitive curve and contour.

(Y/n) gasped, the sensation sending fresh waves of heat coursing through her. “Oh, God, John!” she cried, her body instinctively squirming as she tried to escape the overwhelming sensations. “Please, I can’t take anymore!”

“Too bad,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction as he continued his ministrations, savoring her sweetness. “You’ve been a brat, and I’m going to make sure you remember who’s in charge.”

As he continued to lick her, holding her wrists down with one hand, the intensity of the situation began to build again. (Y/n) writhed beneath him, a mix of pleasure and frustration flooding her senses. “John! Daddy, please stop! I can’t—I can’t handle it!”

He paused for a moment, looking up at her with that playful smirk still on his lips. “Stop? But you taste so good, love. I want more.”

The duality of being held down, vulnerable yet completely under his control, was intoxicating. Each flick of his tongue brought her dangerously close to the edge again, her body responding involuntarily to his every touch.

“Just let go, (Y/n). Let me take care of you,” he coaxed, resuming his licking with renewed vigor, pressing his tongue deeper against her, coaxing fresh whimpers from her lips.

“John, please! I— I can’t—!” she gasped, her body betraying her with every plea. The sensations were overwhelming, and she felt the pressure building once more, teetering on the edge between pleasure and overstimulation.

But his grip on her wrists was unwavering, and he relished in her squirming beneath him. “You can handle it. Just a little longer,” he urged, the heat of his breath against her core sending her spiraling into a world of ecstasy.

“Please, Daddy! I can’t—” she begged, her voice a desperate whine as the world around her faded, leaving only the sensation of his tongue and the intoxicating feel of being utterly at his mercy.

With a final, precise flick, he drove her over the edge again, her body arching and trembling as she squirted for the third time. “That’s it, good girl,” he praised, his voice filled with approval as he continued to lick her clean, savoring every drop.

Finally, as the last waves of pleasure washed over her, he pulled back, licking his lips and flashing her a triumphant grin. “See? Not so bratty now, are you?”

(Y/n) lay there panting, both exhausted and exhilarated, a mix of satisfaction and lingering desire in her eyes. “You’re insufferable,” she breathed, unable to suppress the smile tugging at her lips.

Price leaned down, brushing a gentle kiss against her forehead, a playful glint in his eyes. “Oh, princess, this is just the beginning. We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”