#Premature Ejaculation How Many Minutes

[rememberwren]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Easy peasy premature ejaculation squeezy. Hypersexual!Simon/fem!reader, handjobs, premature ejaculation.

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Ghost works his boxers back up his thick thighs and disappears into the en-suite bathroom in just them and his t-shirt. You definitely don’t check him out as he leaves. When he comes back, he has wiped his abs clean and holds an extra one in his hands. He has trouble meeting your eyes, but when he does, he gives a little self-deprecating smile that looks more like a wince. 

He’s still hard. 

“Is it always like this?” you ask. 

“Pretty much,” he says, sitting heavily on the bed. The bed frame is solid and sturdy, supporting him nicely. You shift, tucking your heels underneath you, feeling your underwear cling to the sticky wetness of your cunt. You do your best to ignore it. “It’s worse with someone here.” 

“How many times do you usually…you know.” You make a hand gesture. 

He purses his lips at your crudeness. “A day? Or in a session?”

God. He has sessions? “Both?”

“Two or three times a session. Two or three sessions a day, depending on how busy I am with work,” he says, coming to lay flat on the bed. He throws his arm over his eyes again. He shrugs a massive shoulder. “If it’s less than twice a day, I can’t really focus on anything else. It’s all my body wants and all I can think about.”

You frown. “That sounds terrible.” 

His hackles rise. “We don’t need to talk about it. That’s not what you’re here for.” 

“Right. Are you ready? Again?” 

“As I’ll ever fucking be,” he mutters, shucking his boxers down again and letting them rest around his knees. He’s definitely grown harder during your conversation together. His hands are shaking, so he clenches them into fists and rests them on his abs, taking a handful of deep, cleansing breaths. “Just—go on. Do as I said and stop when I say.” 

“Close your eyes while I lick my hand.”

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, but he shuts his eyes. You make sure to really slick your palm, spitting into it quietly—but he flinches at the sound as if it was a gunshot. 

Reaching out, you create a gentle, loose fist above his cock and slowly bring it down, enveloping the velvety head in your slick fist. His entire body goes tight, muscles clenching all over, teeth clicking as his jaw clamps shut. He is burning warm in your palm, smooth and soft as you drag your hand down his length to the base, letting the dark blond curls of his pubes tickle the meaty portion of your palm. He shudders violently, mouth falling open in a silent sound, eyes flickering rapidly beneath his lids. You realize now that you’re watching his face more than you’re watching his cock, but it is currently the more interesting of the two. 

Cock slicked by your saliva, the journey back up is a smooth slide. As soon as the crown of his cock enters the loose grip of your fist, Ghost flinches violently and barks out: “Stop!” 

One. 

You withdraw right away. His cock drools, precum oozing from the tip and dripping down the flushed length. He groans, grinding his palms against his eyes, and you have to swallow your own curse. This is the most arousing thing that’s ever happened to you—that you’ve ever been a part of, that is. 

Ghost takes nearly two full minutes to calm down properly, his chest going from full-on heaves to shaky rise-and-falls. He lets out a lengthy breath and moves his palms away from his eyes, casting you a dazed, exhausted look. He nods and shuts his eyes. 

You do the same thing all over again. He makes it through two full, slow strokes before he is telling you to stop again. Two. Despite his orders, his heels dig into the bed. His body chases your touch, pelvis lifting from the soft sheets, straining to follow your hand. He digs his fingers into his hair and pulls, knuckles white, using the pain to ground himself. 

“Again,” he croaks.  

You don’t have to slick your hand anymore; he is leaking, cock frequently giving eager twitches and jerks, like it is trying to tempt you to touch it. This time, you only manage to drag your fist halfway down the length of his cock before he is sucking in a breath and warning you off of him—and you make a mistake. Instead of letting go, you lift your hand off, inadvertently giving his sensitive head another pass through the slick passage of your fist. Ghost makes a guttural noise, reaches down to grip the base of his cock again, a touch that looks brutal with its ferocity. Three. 

“Don’t speak,” he begs at a whisper, eyes closed. “Don’t say a fucking thing, don’t even move, just—just—“

You sit in still silence, watching him struggle to hold off, wondering whether you really even want him to. You wouldn’t sabotage him (not intentionally, at least), but watching him cum earlier had awoken something twisted inside you. A part of you wanted to push his boundaries, to help him desensitize himself, to help him achieve his goal of normalcy. The other part of you wanted to ruin him. Did he realize that you were fighting a battle of your own, now? 

“That was way too fucking close,” he sighs, letting go of his cock. His eyes turn on you, dark and narrowed and nearly angry. “You’re supposed to stop when I say so.”

“It was an accident,” you say. “I’ll be more careful.” 

He grumbles something underneath his breath that you can’t quite catch, but looks resolved to his fate. He gives a stern nod, and this time he watches. You feel his eyes as tangible as any touch, stroking along the hills and valleys of your knuckles. You’re trembling a little as you bring your hand down around him. You’ve barely touched him when he makes a choked sound and bats your hand out of the way, body rising up onto one elbow as he grips at the base of his cock with his other hand—except it’s too late. You can tell by the look on his face, that pleasurable doom, that miserable capitulation. 

You meet eyes with each other, half a second’s worth of acknowledgement before he shuts his own, tucking his chin to his chest to avoid your gaze. You wait for him to let go, to ruin it again, but he doesn’t: with dextrous, devastating familiarity, he grips his cock and strokes it feverishly, the wet sounds barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat and frantic breaths as he finally spills over. It’s less explosive than his previous orgasm but appears no less devastating to him. Cum dribbles over his scarred knuckles, dripping down his angular wrist. He is near-silent, holding his breath, withholding his pleasured sounds from you. 

At length he drops back down to the mattress from his elbow, panting and red-faced, resting his dirty hand against his belly. 

“Fuck,” he sighs to the ceiling. 

“You lasted a lot longer that time,” you offer cheerfully. 

The look he gives you is the one the phrase ‘if looks could kill’ was modeled after—you’re pretty sure. He reaches for the towel and offers it to you first. You wipe your palm and hand it back so that he can clean himself. He goes to pull up his boxers again, but you stop him. 

“You said you usually go three times in a session. We should try one more time, shouldn’t we?” 

[pedroshotwifey]

Do you think you could write a nervous Joel fic... like he's older and a single dad and hasn't dated in a REALLY REALLY long time...but he's still really sweet, maybe he has to stop and eat reader cos he's about to cum too soon or something 🤷‍♀️😭

Hey, babe!! So I hope this is what you were hoping for! It's super tender and I did end up listening to Hozier for a good portion of it, so do with that information what you will 😅

Also, I kind of did something a bit different and wrote it more from Joel's perspective, but it's still in 2nd person (pronouns = you)! Pls lmk how you feel about it ❤

Pairing: Older Joel Miller x afab!reader

Tags/warnings: Age gap (not specified), piv sex, oral sex (f), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, established relationship, (almost) premature ejaculation, accidental love confessions 🤭, self deprecating Joel™, big dick Joel™, kissing, stuff I'm probably forgetting

W/C: 1.9k

Summary: Your and Joel's first time together turns into so much more.

What Matters

“Are you sure, baby?” 

Joel watches as your eyes flick up to him, only kindness and patience in them. Even as you smile warmly and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him to you, he still has a sense of cautiousness in his movements. You’ve probably lost track of how many times he’s asked you if you’re sure. 

“Yes, Joel, I’m sure,” you laugh breathily. 

You’re both lying in his bed, completely bare. There’s a soft summer breeze coming in through the window and rustling the sheer curtains. The sun’s going down, but just barely, causing a perfect golden hue to coat the room. He can’t help but think that you look even more gorgeous than usual in this lighting.

Joel tries to ignore the nervousness in his stomach as he softly kisses your jaw and nuzzles up to you. He’s not stupid, he knows that you know he’s just trying to waste time, but you let him. You’re so fucking sweet like that. Always making him feel so wanted and appreciated. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be with you in this way, but that he’s worried he won’t be perfect for you. He wants to be able to show you affection in the same way that you show him. 

But what if he can’t?

You’re younger, after all, and he’s not been with a woman in so long. Maybe not since Sarah’s mom. If that’s the case, it’s been about fifteen, sixteen years. Point in case, you’re probably used to boys who can last longer and can make you come every time. What if he can’t? What if it’s been so long now, that he only lasts a couple of minutes? 

It terrifies him, the prospect that you may be disappointed in his performance. What if you decide to leave him because he’s not enough to get you off? No, he realizes, you would never do that. You’re so good, so thoughtful and generous and patient. You’d wait for him, help him get back to the point where he used to be. 

But that’s not what he wants. He wants to be good for you now. 

“Joel?” 

His name falling from your lips has his head raising back up. You look into his eyes with a desperation that he simply can’t ignore. 

“Please,” you whisper before planting a feather-light kiss to his lips. He nods slowly before he can think about it. 

“Alright, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” 

And he does, he knows it. He just hopes he can do it right. 

You’re already prepped. He spent probably half an hour fingering you to orgasm even though you had begged for the real thing each time you fell apart on his hand. It’s another thing he was worried about—being so big. Joel’s not a super cocky man by any means, but he is aware of his…attributes. 

He watches you carefully as he grasps his cock and guides it to your slippery entrance. Your eyes flutter shut as he pushes in, giving you about an inch each time he thrusts. His jaw goes slack once he’s about halfway in. You’re so fucking warm and wet and inviting. He keeps going, trying to keep his breathy whines at bay. He’s again reminded of just how long it’s been since he’s felt something other than the palm of his hand around himself. 

“Shit, baby,” he breathes as he bottoms out. He closes his eyes in concentration and lets his head hang next to yours. He already feels like he might blow his load at any second. You bring a hand up to cup his head and thread his curls through your fingers, holding him close. His breathing is heavy when he lifts himself back up to look into your eyes. 

His heart seems to skip a beat when he sees the adoration you’re looking at him with. It kills him every time. And no matter how many times you tell him that he deserves all your affection, he knows he’ll still find a lingering doubt in the back of his mind. There’s a reason the two of you have only been “together” for about four months even though you’ve been shamelessly flirting for about a year. 

It was just too good to be true. For such a sweet, gentle thing like you to want a rough old man like him. He was never the one to initiate anything, but he knows you’ve been aware that he had his sore eyes set on you since you met. How could he not? He’s never met anyone so kind and considerate. It was impossible to deny you of him any longer when it was one of the only things you’ve ever wanted for yourself. 

“You okay?” Your honeyed voice reaches his ears—or his good ear, rather—and he smiles at you. 

“‘Course, baby. Jus’ gotta give me a second, alright?” He can feel his cheeks getting a bit rosy at the confession. “It’s been a minute.” 

You nod, still no hesitation or any sign of regret. God, what did he do to deserve you? 

Once he collects himself, he pulls out just barely, and a groan tumbles from his mouth to mingle with your soft moan. He’s already starting to sweat from the effort of not coming too soon as he starts to push into you at a slow but rhythmic pace. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and tuck your head into his chest as you whimper with his thrusts. 

“You feel so good,” you whine. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, so d’ you. “Like goddamn heaven.” And you do; overwhelmingly so.

He cradles your head and lowers the two of you even more to deepen his thrusts. He knows he’s found your spot when your breath catches and you start to tighten around him every time he pumps his hips. Unfortunately, this makes it a lot harder for him to keep his composure. 

“H-honey, I have to pull out,” he grits out. He’s so embarrassed, it hasn’t even been five minutes. He won’t last long enough for you to come before him.

But you just nod into him, even though you must be devastated by the loss of your orgasm. “It’s okay, Joel,” you breathily assure him. 

He pulls out and squeezes the base of his cock, out of breath. He doesn’t meet your gaze as he starts to apologize.

“I’m sorry, baby, I—” 

“Joel,” You stop him by carefully grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you. “It’s okay.” You nod, waiting for him to do the same before you continue. “Take as much time as you need. I love you no matter what. This does not determine—” 

You both realize what you said at the same time. Joel’s eyes widen and his chest feels like it caved into itself. Your lips stay still, parted in the middle of your sentence. Joel doesn’t realize tears have gathered in his eyes until his vision starts to blur and a smile spreads across his face. 

You love him. You said it. And he believes you. 

“I love you too, baby,” he whispers and lets his forehead rest against yours. “So damn much.” Fuck his age and whoever might see a problem with you being together. He wants this, and you want this, and that’s all that matters. 

Then you’re both laughing shakily, pressing kisses to each other’s lips. He only stops to start trailing them down your body instead, watching you writhe as his mustache tickles your bare skin. 

“Joel, p-please,” you beg quietly. Joel just huffs a small laugh through his nose as he lays himself between your legs, ignoring his protesting knees as he admires the entirety of you laying out just for him. You look fucking beautiful covered in a thin sheen of sweat atop his sheets, needy and panting all for him. 

He doesn’t waste too much time before putting his mouth on your sweet pussy, his tongue dragging up your slit to flick at your clit. Joel moans at your taste, sending vibrations racing toward your swollen bud. Your hips buck as your hands fly to grasp at his hair, tugging lightly and making his eyes roll back. 

He feasts on you like his life depends on it, worshiping you with all he has. He takes turns in running his tongue up you, fucking you with it the best he can, and suckling on your clit. He looks like a damn mess as he does so, his eyes not leaving your cunt unless he’s watching your face contort with pleasure. When you make eye contact with him, he knows he must look fucked out and desperate just based on the way you groan and lay your head back. 

It doesn’t take much for you to get to the edge, and it takes even less for him to push you over. You let out sharp, whiny sounds as he sucks on your clit and slips a couple of fingers inside of you to grip on to. Your entire body goes tense, and Joel has to resist the urge to smirk against you as you shake with the force of your orgasm. 

By the time you’re coming down, he’s back over you and slipping his tongue inside your mouth to share your taste. You moan into the kiss and pull him closer as he once again glides his tip into your cunt. Just as he had hoped, the distraction calmed him down enough to hopefully give him some more time. 

You both melt into each other as he bottoms out, the tip of his swollen cock hitting your cervix and making your thighs squeeze his torso. He starts at a faster pace than last time, too deep in his lust-filled haze to even try to slow down now. 

You pull away from his mouth to start leaving love bites on his neck, making his cock twitch inside of you with each pinch. He can feel you smile against his skin, and knows that you’ve found his secret. He does like a little pain with his pleasure. You keep going, sucking and biting marks before licking soothingly over them and moving to the next spot. You taste him like you’re addicted, like you could never possibly get enough.

It still doesn’t take him as long as he would like to before he starts to feel his balls drawing up and his thighs start to shake. His head goes foggy as he tries to hold on for you, but it’s too fucking much. He can’t hold it off when you feel so good around him. It’s like torture to stave off his orgasm when he’s thrusting into your soft heat. 

“Where d’ you want me, honey?” Joel asks you, his voice strained. 

“Inside,” you whisper against his neck without a second thought.

And it throws him over. He groans your name as his body stutters and his balls empty, coating your walls with his milky spend. It seems to go on forever. Each time he thinks he’s almost done, there’s another spurt and another wave of pleasure that tugs him deeper into euphoria. 

When it does end, he lets himself half-collapse on top of you. You embrace him with welcoming arms and the two of you catch your breath together in the now dark bedroom. He only pulls out once sleep threatens to take the both of you. A shower, snack, and a glass of water later, you both snuggle up together and fall asleep with content smiles and full hearts. 

*****

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[namazunomegami]

Mélange

Pairing: Okkotsu Yuta x gn!reader

Synopsis: Sometimes humans are not above animals. Sometimes they burn to fulfill the same basic needs and not strive for more in the moment. A full belly, safety, procreation. What happens when all three of them need to be satisfied? Tinged with spice. Under the influence of an unknown substance.

CW: aphrodisiac, dubcon, slight somnophilia, feral and animalistic Yuta, he has cannibalistic thoughts, licking, lovebites, scratching, biting, slight pain, handjob, premature ejaculation, fingering, Reader can feel Yuta’s ring during fingering, slight dacryphilia if you squint, implied multiple rounds, porn with feelings, good old unprotected sex + creampie, both Reader and Yuta are ultra possessive in their own toxic way <33

WC: 3.6k

Credits: my dearest @notveryrussian for proofreading this mess and doing a bit of rework on the tenses <33 the cannibalcore pics are from pinterest

Song rec: needles and pins by deftones and gibson girl by ethel cain both give a nice vibe to the fic as we slowly transition from Yuta's POV to Reader's POV

A/N: Can't believe I'm posting my first one shot here 🥹 After so many unsuccessful attempts to wrap up multichaptered fics, at least, this one messy smut got finished. My first ever finished fic 🥹 And the first to get completed in a relatively short time. Yes, a week is a short time for me. And happy holidays to y’all, this is gonna be the last fic in this year so expect only shitposts from me from now on lmao.

Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated <33

Minors do not interact or else I'm gonna go apeshit, also a seperate warning for heavy dark content as usual. If there's anything mentioned in the tags that you're not comfortable with, this is not your fic.

Many sorcerers envy the title of special grade. Yuta thinks these people deserve a separate Naraka in Hell. They don’t realize the immense responsibility, they can’t fathom the challenges, the danger of the missions. The threat those curses pose. They only care about the power he carries.

During today’s mission, Yuta realized he’s not entirely an unstoppable force. Even someone like him is weak to certain fighting styles, he can’t counter everything with his wide range of copied techniques. This curse’s grade was well deserved. Whenever the katana slashed deep into it’s skin, a strange kind of gas was emitted from the wounds. Though he eventually exorcised the curse, he did breathe in the weird, sweet-smelling substance. The scent was hard to resist, it felt like the perfect mixture of all his favorite smells, inviting and comforting. However, he trusted his body to withstand the temptation, reinforced to near perfection with cursed energy and the usage of reversed cursed technique.

There was no problem until he finished reporting back to the higher ups and was on the way home. Maybe it was just the fatigue, the late summer heat, the humidity of the night but something made him feel weird. Almost sick. A thin veil of sweat glistened on his skin, his cheeks, ears and upper body were flushed. His chest was heaving, a burning, aching sensation tormented him between his legs, throbbing with a synced rhythm to his heartbeat. All his thoughts narrowed down to one single, inherently primal thing. A need. A hunger.

Shame and confusion swelled inside his chest. How can he lose his composure? How can he want it so badly? If he wasn’t so wired for monogamy, he would have fucked anyone who moved. And with every passing minute the feeling was getting worse. Descending slowly to the brink of madness. Hell, he was close to wheezing and growling like a rabid dog. He already had no patience to find the right key to the door. He could break that shit, he definitely could. He had no idea why, but he could stop himself from doing that. Maybe the insane price to get it fixed.

But the comfort of his home isn’t helping him. He can’t calm down, he can’t unwind. On the contrary, everything intensifies the strange urge in him to act territorial. But it’s only natural when he grew up feeling like he didn’t have anything he could call his own, whether it’s a material possession or a person. Every comprehensible thought vanished from his head. Leaving only the instincts. The need to claim. He immediately goes to the bedroom, not even bothering to have a quick shower or a light meal.

He gazes at your sleeping form, unknowing and peaceful. Innocent and vulnerable like a newborn lamb and he’s… he wouldn’t compare himself to a wolf, he’s a more vicious predator than that, all starved and keen on capturing its prey. Your limbs are thrown in every direction on the mattress, a thin, silk blanket barely concealing your body, but you’re hugging a some of it to your chest. Like you’re missing him, finding solace in the way the material is touching you. The windows are wide open, hoping that the night air can cool you down.

Yuta caught himself almost drooling at the sight. He can’t stop himself, he can’t fight the shameless thoughts plaguing him. The need, the want is stronger than what he deems right in the moment. His steps are quiet, that part of the floor that normally creaks is now completely silent. He looms over you, like a sinful, ungodly spirit, your very own kanashibari that’s bound to you. His weight is pressing down on the mattress ever so slightly, caging your form between his arms. He breathes in the smell of your freshly showered skin. A mixture of heady vanilla, milk and honey. He mindlessly licks a stripe up your thigh, wanting to taste you, to bite you, to tear out a big chunk of your flesh with his teeth to satisfy this torturous hunger he feels for you. More than anything he wants to devour you. Completely. Have you all for himself. The thought alone makes his dick so hard it’s outright painful.

He ascends towards your hips, leaving soft yet wet kisses that make you twitch in your sleep. Yuta swears that he’s more sensitive to all stimuli, his senses are working at their maximum capacity. He’s able to feel every morsel, every particle of you. The soft peach fuzz, the bumps, the ridges of your stretch marks, their pearl-like glistening texture flowing on the surface of your skin like a river. The material of your shorts, loose and thin, he can feel the seams on the band of your underwear through the fabric. Where the bones bend, where flesh folds. Your smell. Not just from the shower gel and the laundry detergent but your natural scent, so strong he believes it’s some kind of weird pheromone that’s driving him wild. To the point he almost considers nudging his nose between your legs, just like dogs do when they smell blood there.

Maybe it’s not entirely wrong to claim you this way. He can spare you from this more primal side of him, you won’t get to see it and despise him for it. It’s enough if he deals with the shame alone, self-deprecation is his ultimate talent afterall. But that can wait until after he finished soothing this excruciating itch. Because now the last remnant of his resolve goes out the window.

He pulls up your shirt all the way up to your chest. His shirt to be exact. It makes his heart flutter, a piece of him enveloping you, makes the boundaries between your sense of selves blend and blur. The thought of you using his stuff as your own feels so right, so promising.

He practically glues his face to the expanse of your stomach. The flesh is so soft between his teeth, feels so good to bite on it, so easy to suck on it until the skin turns a deep purple.

And maybe… maybe he can lower his crotch onto your knees. Just a little. Just for a little friction…

You stir, opening your eyes slowly, tiredness and confusion are still heavy on your expression. And then you feel teeth nipping at your stomach, fingers digging into the dips of your hips firmly, some wetness here and there along your leg.

Your first response is fear.

You start to squirm and fuss, kicking your legs up in the air, not even thinking about who’s doing this to you until Yuta grips your shoulders and pushes you back into the sheets, keeping you still by the weight of his own body, shushing you. You can feel his nails penetrating the skin, branding the crescent Moon itself into your flesh.

“It’s me, don’t panic.”

You’d recognize this voice anywhere, but you blinked a few times just to clear your vision. The striking white of his coat is easy to spot, even in the dimly lit darkness of the room.

“Yuta…?”

Your voice is an ode, a blessing. Even when it’s hoarse and faint after waking up. He bends down and kisses your temple, nuzzling into your hairline, breathing in your scent. His body feels oddly warm, almost overly so, radiating through you. Through your spine, to the very center of your being and that’s when you notice that you’re a little bit… hot and bothered. What has he done to you while you were asleep?

“I’m so sorry…” he whispers an apology. But his voice is just… it’s like his mind is not entirely here. Something is hurting him and he’s trying to conceal it. Barely. You can hear his voice is hitched from the deep breath he takes, in a futile affort to calm himself. “Have you been sleeping for long?”

He asks you for the sake of it, there’s no genuine interest behind it. Even if you were sleeping for hours, it wouldn’t stop him. He couldn’t stop. He genuinely feels like he’ll die if he can’t get it out of his system. He snuggles his face into the crook of your neck, listening to the rhythm of life coursing through your veins. The thought of puncturing your jugular with his teeth is so irresistible. He must do it… It’ll drive him insane if he won’t.

“N-not really.” your answer is weak, all your strength is used to move your arm freely, trying to locate your phone on the bedside table. The light coming from the screen almost blinds you as you’re checking the time. “I went to bed about… half an hour ago.”

He dips his fingers right into the hollow dips between your ribs, he kneads the skin in a way that has his nails slightly scratching you. And then you realize that you’re almost entirely topless.

He traps your earlobe with his teeth, sucking on the soft tissue.

“Y-Yuta…” your voice is more reprimanding that you want it to be. But your patience is starting to run thin. You want to know what the fuck is wrong with him, he never did anything like this before. Even if he’s horny as hell he would ask for your permission because that’s the way he is.

Instead of giving you an answer he bites your neck. Hard. It hurts, it makes you yelp. Shit, that’s gonna leave a mark. And he growls, just like a wild animal.

You squirm, you jolt, trying to get away from the source of your pain with a prolonged hiss. Only one hand of his is enough to stop you from fussing while the other fondles your chest. Your nipple is caught between his fingers, he twists it slightly. You can’t see it getting red, hard and swollen. His moves are awkward and tactless, but somehow they help with soothing the sharp pain in your neck. Your tensed body eases up a little.

He kicks the inner side of your knee with his own, creating a little space in between them, then forces your legs apart with one smooth movement. As he tries to settle right under your core, you feel him brushing the apex of your thigh.

He’s so painfully hard.

You’re sure he can read the instinctual reactions of your body. The rush of adrenaline, your pulse, how your heart is almost breaking your ribs with every beat. You’re getting more and more aware of your surroundings because you have no idea what will happen to you. He pins your wrists down on the bed. He doesn’t want you to escape.

What has gotten into him? Where’s your shy and gentle man, your sweet little angel? The one who needs so much guidance, who gets so awkward about his lack of experience compared to you. The one you need to encourage to talk about what he likes since you won’t judge him for it. Well, angels shouldn’t be benevolent and sweet, right? They’re the soldiers of god after all. And the depth of his psyche is still very much a mystery to you…

“I don’t want to hurt you… I just need you.”

He has no control over his own thoughts, everything on his mind gets blabbered out. Not just that he needs you, but that he wants to fuck you (he rarely uses that word so you’re even more baffled), that he wants to eat you up, bite for bite, digest you so nobody else can have you.

It sounds devoted yet utterly terrifying.

“You’re-“

He’s scary. Well, you knew this prior to crawling into his life. What people thought about him, one rumor more unhinged than the other and you have no idea how much truth there was to them. Everyone has some sort of admiration, respect for him or repulsion of him. You just tend to forget sometimes, how malicious his cursed energy feels, how his eyes never reflect the light, looking outright dead. But it’s all so contradictory to his personality… you know that you’re dear to him, he’s willing to risk everything for his friends, he’s so starved for connection, to carve himself a place within people’s hearts. You blamed the whole phenomenon on Rika. And you took pride in yourself, for taming a monster.

“I feel so…” he suspires, trying his best to contain himself. “… weird.”

And he’s a kind monster indeed, even now, controlling his impulses as he humps your thigh like a feral dog.

“I don’t know if I’m able to hold back, so I need to know….”

His voice is desperate, almost a plea. He’s afraid of himself too. With the last bit of his sanity, he wants to make sure that it’s alright for you, whatever he has in store for you.

You don’t protest.

His lips crash into yours in a violent, hungry kiss. Your teeth clang together, he shoves his entire tongue in your mouth. He grabs the hem of your shorts, peeling off anything that covers you below the waist. You hear the fabric tear. It’s the same with his own clothes too, in a few blinks of your eyes he’s already stark naked.

He takes your hand, pulls it towards him, you can feel him in your palm. So hot, hard and swollen to the touch. He closes your fingers around him and his hips start moving back and forth, fucking himself into your grip. You smear the precum along his length with your fingertips, squeezing lightly when you feel the base. It has him moaning, breathily, more vocal than he usually is. He’s so sensitive, his pace quickens and his voice is thinner, almost like a whimper.

And he groans. Unexpectedly. It bursts deep from his throat. You feel his cum pooling in your palm. Though you may be surprised, you don’t make a big deal about it. You search for tissues on the bedside table to clean your hand like nothing happened.

“Feelin’ okay?”

Your voice is calming, tender, it warms his heart but the mere sight of his cum on your hand makes the blood rush to his dick again.

You sit up to caress his face. You open your mouth to question him, but he won’t let you start your aftercare routine.

“It’s… not enough.”

He grabs your thigh, hooking your leg over his shoulder, giving him better access to your naked core. Your back falls onto the mattress again.

“I’ll take care of you.”

It’s a promise, you’re sure of it.

His fingertips sink into your folds, relief ripples through him when he finds them already wet. He goes all out on you, his thumb circles your clit and two fingers dip in at your entrance, waiting to loosen you up so they can be pushed inside. His nails gently caress your inner thigh, it’s a tickling sensation, goosebumps dot your skin, a sigh dies on your lips. Treating it as a sign, his fingers start stretching your walls. They curl and curl inside you to the point of the cold band of his ring touching your folds, your essence soiling the stainless metal. The symbol of the haunting spirit of his first love. Childish love that it is, unserious, all just a game. The promises… the word forever holds no weight. Or maybe it does but they have no idea how hard it is to maintain those vows.

Can you ever compare to Rika in his eyes? Have the same effect over him? You don’t dare to talk about it just yet. No, the nature of your relationship is not the same. Childhood love is not like adult love, you just want some reassurance. You want to feel important.

And your reassurance is soaking that wretched finger with your juices. Make that wretched ring yours. He spreads his fingers inside you, scissoring you apart, eagerly working to prepare you. You’re holding onto the sheets and the pillows desperately, your body feels so volatile you might as well float away.

When he pulls out you feel hollow, incomplete. But he won’t keep you waiting long. The head of his cock feels like salvation. Scorching hot and wet with the mixed arousal. And he completes you with one smooth thrust. You’re whole, fulfilled, a merged existence worth suffering over. He’s throbbing deep within your walls, pulsating through your nerves. You can’t tell if the noise coming out of him is a moan, a whine, or a growl, you only know that it’s bordering on bestial. Filled with need, an ache, coupled with something beyond your comprehension.

He drills into you, there’s so much strength and resilience in him, it almost makes you scared. But something else also swells inside your chest. An unknown kind of excitement, a thrill, it makes you feverish, wired. The dissonance between his absolutely feral state and the fact that he’d never hurt you. Or maybe he would, in a way that you’d like it. Nobody could bite through your throat with such force that your windpipe breaks, only him, him and no one else.

He holds you at the back of your pelvic bone, lifts you up in an utterly perfect angle. You mewl him that it feels so good, so perfect, so raw. You love this feeling so much. You get completely lost and immersed in it.

“…it?”

His voice is faint yet his broken self-worth shines through it. Poor soul… You didn’t pay attention to his most important desire. He’s a parasite living off of your kind words, but nothing can make him as blissful as knowing you love him, despite everything he despises about himself. And you’ll feed him. Prove it to him that he matters more than the things he does to you.

“Oh Yuta, my sweet…” the rest of the sentence gets stuck in your throat as you open your arms and he crashes into your embrace like a lost, lonely puppy. You hug him tightly, brushing through his locks with a free hand. The sweat makes the strands stick together. “Of course I love you, don’t be silly.”

He might as well have been a puppy in his previous life. And now your words eased his guilt about his temporary condition. He gained your forgiveness.

What he does next is much more instinctual. He folds you in half, where your knees bend, is pressed right against his traps, your heels graze the middle of his back. Now his thrusts have weight, uncovering spots that even you had no idea that existed inside of you. Tears of joy prickle in your eyes, calling upon whatever deity’s name you can think of, off the top of your head. You can swear his pace increases at the sight. It’s so intense a broken cry erupts from your throat.

He thrusts right into a sweet spot, which has you melting and trembling. Please is the only word your lips can form. At this point, you couldn’t care less about the lewd sounds of your skin slapping together or the squelching noises that make the whole act sloppy, shameless and primal, you only want to reach  your peak, and you’re not far from it as you’re clenching around him with a rhythm that you have no control over.

It crashes, it ruptures, sudden, sharp and hot like an electric spark. A scream empties your lungs, but Yuta muffles it with sealing his mouth onto yours. You feel yourself getting filled as you’re convulsing around his length.

After he fucks you through your orgasm you feel yourself shaking, your whole body is limp, numb, drifting slowly to sleep. You’re both soaked in sweat, your bodies stick together but there’s a need to bond further in each other’s embrace. You plant a kiss between his locks, praising him, telling him you love him. Satisfaction clouds your mind, like a soft, pillowy pink mist.

However, his cock is still not soft.

“I have no idea what has gotten into you.” you tell him, marveling, as you’re still catching on your breath. “I like it though, but you owe me an explanation.”

He handles you gently, like you’re some precious thing, made from glass, fragile. Your body is like a ragdoll’s, he has you lying on your stomach, lazily, flatly, you might as well fuse together with the mattress. Calloused fingers are drawing nonfigurative shapes on your shoulder blades.

“I’ll tell you right after we finish.”

Your blood runs cold for a moment.

“Again? Yuta, for the love of god I’m exhausted.” you whine.

He apologetically kisses your spine.

“Just this one, okay? Please? I’ll do all the work, I’ll make it quick. You only need to relax, you can sleep even.”

You want to tell him that sounds a little bit creepy, but you don’t have the strength to talk. He kisses the two shallow dimples right above your tailbone. His gaze lingers on your folds, admiring how red and swollen you are.

“If you manage to make me cum again, you deserve a fucking award.” you comment, face nuzzled into the pillow, your voice is obviously snarky.

You can feel teeth sinking into the flesh of your asscheek. The mark that is burning on your neck found it’s pair. He presses down your overly sensitive clit with his thumb, balancing the pain out with pleasure. But it gets overstimulated so easily, you feel the need to bite the pillow.

You brace yourself with a deep breath through your nose. You’re going to pay him back next time, you promise yourself that you’ll make a begging, crying mess out of him, and the thought makes you chuckle.

[aangelicest]

Part 2 of my Big!Bro Suguru ramble where he peer pressures his little sister to smoke with him and get her high except this time they actually do stuff because I still cannot get the image out of my head weeks later <3

Content Warnings: Inc♡st, Dr♡g usage, Dubc♡n (they're both high), Little Sister! Reader, Pet names (baby, princess), fingering, premature ejaculation, creampies, no protection, baby trapping (?), filming

MDNI + Anti's please block and move on♡

Big!Bro Suguru who coo's in your ear as he bullies his thick fingers into your dripping cunt; "You're such a good girl when you're all needy like this. So cute... you have no idea how beautiful you look, baby."

Big!Bro Suguru who chuckles when you whine that it's too much, that he keeps hitting that one spot that overstimulates you too much and he can't help but curl his fingers more, whistling at the squelching sounds that echo through the living room.

Big!Bro Suguru who watches you cum on his fingers but doesn't stop, no, he needed to watch you fall apart more. "Mnn... but it feels so good doesn't it? To feel big brother touch you like this?"

Big!Bro Suguru who keeps pumping his fingers in you while he takes a drag with his free hand, blowing the smoke in your face just to watch you gasp and cough. Every whimper goes straight to his cock

Big!Bro Suguru who wont stop whispering in your ear- "You gonna cum f'me again? Hm princess? Gonna cum on my fingers like a good girl?" and he'll laugh at your pathetic whimpers- so cute. Too cute. He wants to ruin you so bad

Big!Bro Suguru who finally removes his fingers just to press them past your lips, forcing you to taste yourself and lick his fingers clean

Big!Bro Suguru who can't even wait to take his pants off completely, just yanking his sweatpants down, pressing your smaller body against the cushion of the couch with feral need and lust

Big!Bro Suguru who nearly folds you in half, pushing your thighs up till your knees press against your chest and he rubs his thick cock between your puffy folds, watching the way his tip nearly catches on your hole and practically drooling at the sight

Big!Bro Suguru who just laughs when you whimper something about condoms. Was he listening? No. All he could think about was plugging up your cute little cunt and making you scream his name. "S'okay baby, it doesn't matter, can't get pregnant if you're all drugged up 'nyways." he lies to you, just to watch you naively trust him and relax

Big!Bro Suguru who takes one last drag of his blunt before pressing it against your lips, making you take a hit as he slowly sinks into your wet heat, groaning at the way you squeeze and clench around him and he wasn't even halfway in yet

Big!Bro Suguru whose mind is so fucked up from the drugs that he ends up cumming the minute he bottoms out, letting out a shaky groan on top of you- but it doesn't stop him. He nearly pulls out completely to watch the way his cum spills before he snaps his hips forward again just to hear the way you cry out his name

Big!Bro Suguru who loses track of how many times you've came, his senses going numb with the amount of times his balls smack your ass and his hips pressing against yours

Big!Bro Suguru who leaves you stuffed full of his cum, tears streaming down your face from the intensity- would've gotten him hard all over again if he wasn't completely empty and exhausted

"Smile f'me baby, yeeaahh thats it." Big!Bro Suguru would purr, snapping a photo of you dazed and confused, on the verge of passing out before he leans down to press a soft kiss on his tear stained cheeks, cooing about how fun it'll be next time

[maislovebot]

Top 10 bsd characters oral scenarios: Atsushi Nakajima

I can’t believe I’m actually done with this series:’) Idk what I’m gonna do now. Maybe I’ll open up requests?

Similar to the Sigma chapter, this was written before any of the other oral scenarios, so it’s not nearly as good as the others. I did put it through some serious proofreading though, so hopefully it reaches your standards!

Contains: afab reader, gender neutral prns, pwp, overstim (I just realized literally every chapter has overstim omg), premature ejaculation, reader calls him ‘dear’ and ‘atsu’, Atsu calls reader ‘beautiful’, dry humping, implied shower sex, implied dacryphilia, atsu is so sweet, kinda pussy-drunk atsu but not nearly as bad as Ango and Sigma were in their chapters

You gasped and ground your hand into the sheets below you, Atsushi clearly having no intention of stopping any time soon. He’d normally make you cum two or three times before he’d even considered touching himself, which is a nice sentiment, but you had already cum quite a few times and Atsushi still showed no signs of letting up. He was clearly distracted by the taste of your juices and the wet, sloppy sounds coming from your spent cunt. How many times have you come? Was it four? Maybe even five? You weren’t sure anymore.

“Haah—Atsushi—please..!”

Atsushi had his tongue on your clit while his hands held your hips down, keeping you from moving out of place, leaving you with just enough room to buck your hips into his mouth more, feeling overstimulated but unable to pull your hips away. It felt so overbearing, but at the same time, it felt so good. You had yet to find something you could accurately compare it to, the pleasure Atsushi could bring you with his mouth alone was unmatched.

Your rather unclear directions were met with a hum and a small whimper from Atsushi as you dragged your fingers through his hair, your thighs clamping around his head tightly, eyes half lidded. You pushed his bangs back, showing off his face sufficiently better than before. When you opened your eyes that were previously clamped shut, you saw a look of determination in Atsushi’s eyes, and it made you whine and desperately clench around nothing. He could feel your gaze lingering on his, and he looked into your eyes and saw your teary eyes and how your jaw was hanging open slightly. The loud sounds you let out whenever his tongue lingered on your clit for just a little too long making him throb against the mattress. He kept the same pace with his tongue, but he did begin to apply more pressure to your clit, making you yelp out yet again.

You tried to arch your back, but your efforts were fruitless as Atsushi held you in place with his hands on your hips, and his fingers grinding into your hip bone with just enough pressure to keep you down, but not enough to bruise.

Atsushi didn’t want you to bruise, he wanted to drive you to orgasm again and again, he wanted to have you practically crying by the end of it all. He wanted to feel that addicting feeling of you wrapping your thighs around his head as you tremble with pleasure, with your forehead forming beads of sweat from his movements. He was determined to hear those precious moans and whines, maybe you’d mix the two here and there and cry a little. Considering how well he knew your body, it wasn’t difficult to get to that point. You swear he knows your body better than he knows his own.

Your thighs shook around his head just like he wanted, and you whined even louder than before, trying to get a single word of warning out for what was to come.

“At-Atsushi—close—” you forced out, your brain running one hundred miles a minute. Time slowed, but he didn’t. You were in desperate need of a break, so your brain started processing everything slower, which did not match well with the way he kept going at the same, pitifully fast speed. He kept going, patiently waiting for you to reach your high. With that, you came. You moaned loudly as Atsushi kissed your clit lightly, before continuing his work, but at a slower pace to help ease you through your orgasm. You tried to arch your back yet again, but you still couldn’t. Atsushi noticed this, and removed his hands from your hips.

You breathed heavily, and slowly loosened your thighs tight grip around his head, tilting your head back.

You kept laying down to catch your breath, and Atsushi pulled away from your thighs, the bottom half of his face covered in your slick, wiping it off with his hand and licking a small amount of it off of his hand, wiping the rest on the sheet.

You turned your head away from him, clearly embarrassed. Atsushi noticed you turned your head away and he tilted his head curiously before seeing your face heat up.

“You licked it off your own hand.” You said, noticing his curiosity, trying to explain your actions.

He laughed and rested his head between your thighs again.

“Are you up for more?” He questioned. While he did love when your eyes filled with tears, he couldn’t help but worry he may have gone too far.

You were. Of course you were. As overwhelming as his overstimulation was, it also felt so, so good. He had a way with his tongue, and it never failed to make you feel all warm inside.

You nodded, and he shoved his face between your thighs yet again, grinning like a giddy little kid. Atsushi kissed your right inner thigh, before slowly tracing down to your knee, giving a feather light kiss to the top of it.

Atsushi didn’t hold your hips this time around, instead allowing you free reign to do as you pleased. You, of course, noticed this and wanted to take advantage of it, but once he had brought his tongue back to your clit, you were caught off guard because he was adding something extra.

His fingers.

His ring and middle fingers.

You felt him tease at your entrance while still licking your clit shamelessly. The way he teased you with his fingers didn’t even seem like he was trying to tease you. He just seemed reluctant if anything, making you curious.

He pulled away gently, and asked you something, confirming your suspicions.

“Are you fine with me using my fingers too?”

You giggled, “yes, Atsu. That’s fine. In fact, I’d love that.”

Atsushi nodded and slowly pushed his fingers inside of you, adoring the way you clenched around him. The two fingers he used were comfortable, and it was nice; it was a slight stretch, but nothing you couldn’t handle. You especially adored the way he curled his fingers upward to press against your g-spot. He decided to switch up his movements with his tongue as well, and he began to suck on your clit. You gasped loudly, and ground your cunt into his face almost instantly.

Atsushi got a look of worry from the loud gasp you let out. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a little painful, but it was in the best way possible. It hurt from the overstimulation, but Atsushi had no way of knowing that, and it was evident by the way he quickly brought his head up and pulled himself up and over to linger over your face, looking worried.

“Did I hurt you?”

You took a moment to process his worry, confused until all the gears turned in your head. You smiled and brought your hands up to his hair, gently pulling him down. You brought his nose to your lips, and you lightly kissed the tip of it, making him redden.

“No, you didn’t, dear. I was just surprised by how sudden it was,” you kissed his lips, “and how good it felt.”

You kissed him again and again all over his face, and every time your kisses made his arms tremble a little more until he gently fell to the side of you.

“Now, are you okay?” You turned your head to face him, smiling at how red the tips of his ears were.

“Mhm, you’re just very..sweet.” You giggled at his wording and turned over to face him again, kissing all over his face. You could feel your orgasm quickly melting away, and once you turned to face him you shamelessly began to grind against him. He groaned into your mouth from the way you grinded against his clothed cock. His groans quickly turned into whines, and he began to rock against you as well. He was made to meet you, he was sure of it. He’d be at a loss if he’d never met you, you meant the world to him.

He wanted to prove it.

He kissed you deeper, bringing his right arm to the back of your head, turning his body to linger over you again. He kept his left balanced in order to hold himself up so as to not crush you. Your back was lifted from the bed with the way he lifted your head up, so you curled into the kiss, bringing your hands up to grab the sides of his face.

You and Atsushi stayed there like that until you began running out of air. Atsushi pulled away from you and panted slightly, removing his hand from behind your head allowing you to gently fall backwards onto the bed again. He brought his arm to the side of your head to play the same role as his left arm, keeping him from falling over.

You two laid like that for a few seconds, looking into each other's eyes.

Atsushi liked your eyes. They were pretty, and they told him so much about you with so little words actually being said. He loved how no matter what he thought he did wrong, or how low he felt, your eyes always showed him unconditional love. He also thought that they looked fantastic when they were half lidded under him, or above him, or at any angle, if he was being honest. He couldn’t for the life of him pick a favorite.

Atsushi suddenly remembered what he was doing, and flinched.

“Oh—sorry, you’re probably waiting. I got distracted.”

He looked at you as he slid back down to your thighs, and saw you smile. “It’s fine. I got distracted, too. Your eyes are really pretty, you know.” Watching your smile turn into a smirk made him tremble a little.

Atsushi slid himself down and smiled, then he left another kiss on your clit.

Atsushi continued what he was doing earlier, and sucked on your clit while putting two of his fingers inside of you, when he did he could feel your walls clench around his fingers and he shuddered.

Oh god, I need to feel that around me. Atsushi thought, letting the thought bounce around in his head before he ground himself into the sheets, making what was routine licking become just a little bit more messy. That’s okay. You fucking loved it.

You were letting out small moans until Atsushi curled his fingers up just slightly, making you cry out.

Atsushi didn’t allow this to go unnoticed, and he kept bending more and more slowly, until he began scissoring his fingers inside you as well, causing a choked cry to leave your lungs, and for your thighs to tremble again.

Atsushi didn’t let up, continuing this routine, not too fast but not too slow, either.

His tongue sucking on your clit like he was starved, and his fingers bending and scissoring you. Atsushi appeared much more desperate than the last time he went down on you only a few minutes ago, because he couldn’t stop himself from grinding his hips into the bed, and whimpering slightly, sending vibrations up your spine.

All the emotions became too much for him, him feeling genuinely loved for one of the first times ever, the love coming from you, even though you guys had sex before, it was remarkable every time. It made him emotional, and it embarrassed him a little. He couldn’t help himself from tearing up as he played with your clit like there was no tomorrow. There could be no tomorrow for all he cared about at this point. He was always desperately looking for a valid reason for him to stay alive, and that reason was right in front of him. Trembling and crying, almost cumming around his fingers.

You wanted to tell him that you were close, but you couldn’t even get your mind to think straight for anymore than a few seconds. All you could manage out was a pathetic “c-close..” before Atsushi had quickly switched places with his tongue and fingers.

He brought his tongue down to your hole with your warning, and thrusted his tongue desperately, putting his thumb over your clit and rubbing small circles relentlessly.

He was getting carried away, and he subconsciously knew it. He was going to end up making you actually cry if he kept this up, instead of just crying out small semblances of a sentence. But he couldn’t stop. Him fucking you with his tongue made you cry out his name, and he ground into the bed.

“Atsushi!” You cried out his name, maybe just a little too loudly. He quickly grabbed your hips and pulled you even closer to his face than before, making it so you couldn’t go anywhere.

“Aaa..At..”

As he kept going, you wanted to cry out his name but you began to lose the strength to do so, your thighs unable to hold themselves up anymore. Your thighs weakly fell limp next to his head, your arms not grinning the sheets as tightly anymore either.

After a certain point you couldn’t even say his name anymore. He made his tongue faster and watched your whole tense up as you came hard. On his face.

He didn’t stop there. He licked up your cum, and in the process, kept licking your clit. That certainly brought a spike of life back to you, as you jumped.

“Atsushi.. ‘s too much! Please, I can’t handle it!”

His eyes widened and he abruptly stopped, letting go of your hips. You sighed, thoroughly overstimulated.

“I’m sorry. I took it way too far.”

He moved his face into the crook of your neck, and he breathed on you.

“No, you didn’t. I-I’ve never felt that good before.” You comforted him, and ran your fingers through his hair.

“You’re crying!” He said while moving his head away from your neck just to get another look at your fucked out face.

You smirked, looking at his teary eyes.

“Who says that’s a bad thing?” He became aware of his flushed cheeks and watery eyes, whining when you wiped his tears with your thumbs. “You clearly don't think it is.”

He flushed, and he brought his hands up to wipe your tears away too.

“You have a point..” he trailed off before leaning into your neck again.

You assumed you guys would be staying like that for a few minutes, but Atsushi kept shifting uncomfortably.

“Are you okay?” You asked, still out of breath from what had happened just minutes ago.

“Uhm.. I..”

You were confused before you glanced down and realized what had happened.

Ah.

“Did you really—”

“—yeah.” He replied cutting you off.

He had come, almost completely untouched. The only ‘stimulation’ he was really getting was from grinding against the bed towards the end of your little session.

You smiled, finding his embarrassment cute. You scratched his scalp gently, gently pushing him off of you and tried to stand, only for your legs to give out under you, your legs trembling as you fell back onto the bed. Atsushi grabbed your shoulders lightly to make your landing less impactful, even if you were only falling onto the bed.

“Guess you really did fuck me good. And you only used your tongue.”

Atsushi flushed again, and turned away from you. Making you lift your hand to his chin, turning his head back to you.

“I’d hate for you to have to sit in wet boxers all night. How about we go and take a bath? We can keep going at it in there.”

Atsushi nodded, and got even more red while helping you up, grabbing your shoulders to keep you standing before just picking you up completely. Him picking you up relieved all pressure you originally had and you buried yourself in his neck almost immediately, legs wrapped around his waist.

He smiled, and placed you on the counter before running the bath water.

‘ God, they’re beautiful. ’

Wc - 2.6k

Sorry I’m ovulating

[neverchecking]

Materializes into your inbox

Calamity hcs, you say? 👀

On the topic of him being a virgin, yes, absolutely 1 million percent. He's a blushing virgin that's prone to premature ejaculation.

He's just way too anxious and inexperienced and pent up, he can't help but come all over your hands practically the second you touch him. God forbid you go straight to fucking, because you're getting creamed immediately. Especially if you're his guide, because that's just all kinds of sexual tension you're relieving.

He'd need to take a break, but he's absolutely between your legs with his mouth and hands the whole time. He may not be able to last long himself, but he's still going to make you cum as many times as you want. He wants, no, needs to show you that he can please you just as well as any of the other Links, even if he needs a bit of...practice.

I think he'd also have an especially short refractory period. He may have just cum, but a few minutes fingering you and licking his cum off you, and he's already hard and leaking again.

He's probably also the type to get hard if you just...touch him gently. Like caressing his cheeks, stroking his hair, maybe telling him how sweet and obedient he is compared to his twins, and he's got a raging boner. He can't help it.

Or if you give him a chaste kiss, maybe just a little bit of tongue. You might as well have given him a strip tease because he's stiff in his pants, ready to fuck or be fucked. It wouldn't take much to make him cum, either. Just sit on his lap and grind on him for a minute or two, and he's creaming his pants with a pathetic whimper.

FAIRY COMING IN CLUTCH-

He for sure ejaculates prematurely the first time your hand even grazes his crotch.

He's under a lot of stress, constantly, and has had no time for rendezvous' of any kind. He doesn't even touch himself. His schedule consists of wake up, suit up, breakfast, then he's following the princess, maybe lunch, following the Princess, training, dinner, following the princes, standing guard to her room until he's relieved of duty and then off to bed. No time for anything in between.

When he meets you, and you're showing clear signs you're into him? He's panicking just a bit. He has no idea what to do, what sex even entails, nevertheless how to please you in a way he knows you'll please him. If you take the lead, he's both incredibly thankful, but also so stressed. He just wants the earth below him to swallow him hole when he paints your hand a pretty white the second your fingers wrap around him. If you go straight to fucking? It's just the tip and you're getting your own personal pie. And he's ready to cry because holy fuck he just ruined everything but your still looking at him with that same sweet look on your face and-

Controversial, but any and all of the triplets are kings at cunnilingus. Including Cal. It's just a natural talent. And it's exactly how he makes it up to you. Fingering takes some fine-tuning and gentle instruction, but his tongue. LORDY LORDY- Mans has some talent. And if his technique needs some work, he loves practicing with you.

His refractory period is insanely short. Like, he just came? He's hard all over again even if overstimulation make shim wanna cry. Even if he is crying while you ride him, he's begging you to not stop because it just feels so good. And he leaks. Pre-cum everywhere. He can't help it! He just get so excited. And while it gets better the more experience he gets, it's never quite gone.

You don't even have to touch Cal. You know the tiktok trend like "Stop looking at me with those eyes." "What eyes?". That's Cal and his lover. They just have to look at him with that look. But he'll never turn away soft hair strokes or touches on his cheeks. And if you praise him? Telling him how much calmer her is? How much better he listens when compared to them? He's leaking a spot into the front of his pants, whimpering and keening like a horny dog.

He can't even control himself. Frenching this man, even just the bit, has him either grinding against you, holding you as close as possible, or he's practically humping the air begging for friction.

Cal being an inexperienced virgin, cumming in his pants and crying in overstimulation >>>> Literally anything.

[regretsofalifeandlovelost]

Male circumcision questions answered.

I get asked all the time about why I arrived at my love of circumcised penis'. You could read the entire back catalog of blog posts and see. However, I wanted to draw it out into a specific post.

I grew up in a family where circumcision was normal, that was the first type of penis that I saw, and that was normal for me. It was not until I did my nursing degree that I started being exposed to uncircumcised men. I wasn't sexually active until I was in my early 20's, so I had no direct experience sexually.

I was so self-conscious that I never self-satisfied myself, i.e., I never even masturbated. My boyfriends were both circumcised; I loved the look, and sucking them off was something that I loved to do. They never really stimulated me sexually; it was a case of me being the starfish and they fucking me until they came. I enjoyed that they could cum, but I didn't particularly enjoy sex. It wasn't uncomfortable or painful, I just felt so embarrassed about my body that I couldn't get into it.

My third partner was friends with benefits; he was so adventurous that he forced me to get into cowgirl and was teaching me about my body. I still never climaxed, but it was an important learning experience. I had the first indication of sexual enjoyment feeling his glands rubbing me internally. I met my long-term partner, the father of my two kids while enjoying the FWB. Our relationship was rocky; he appeared to want me to be more confident in my body, but I couldn't really get to that with his premature ejaculation problems. Sex would last a maximum of 2 minutes. The intimacy of our relationship never really hit any goals. Almost 20 years of that relationship until we went to a sex club, see original posts.

During my nursing degree, I worked in pediatrics and was involved in circumcising many infants. I, however, chose to specialise in aged care. It was during that time I was exposed to men who had not been circumcised and had developed chronic problems. This was particularly so when the patients had dementia. They would require so much additional care. With assistants, I would retract their foreskins after they had incontinence problems. They would regularly get infections. Many of these men would get circumcised while in care to reduce the burdens. As I moved from the palliative end of aged care into more assisted living nursing, I saw that phimosis and other foreskin ailments were so familiar. To put this into perspective, this was the age group that fought in WW2. Circumcision was probably done to around 80% of the men I cared for. The more mobile men who had problems and got circumcised universally said it was a life changer. They were always positive about it. The men who still had their life partners always talked of great feedback from their partners.

Circumcision was the done thing in our family; my partner was circumcised, and it was my personal preference that any boys we had would be circumcised. When we had a boy, we got him circumcised; others in our mother's group looked down on me and judged. I was happy with our decision. This became more apparent when, by the time most of the boys were 5-10 years old, three of the six had to be circumcised. Their mothers came to me wishing they had done it at birth because it was less traumatic.

As my long-term relationship started to fall apart, it was then that I really understood the benefits of circumcision. My first vaginal orgasm was with a tightly circumcised dick. He was circumcised as an adult, and wow. To this day, all sex is measured by how phenomenal that guy and dick were. Over the coming years, I slept with tens of men, and I only once had an uncircumcised man that has been able to make me cum vaginally. Even with really hung men who could scratch the spot, they have all ejaculated before I have even remotely gotten there. Some foreskins have been so long that they completely cover the glans even when erect. There's no enjoyment when the penis stimulates the foreskin and not the vagina.

I've now been with a man who I circumcised myself for a few months, and he absolutely loves it. Says that he would never want to go back which further builds the idea that circumcision IS best.

A few years ago, I had only slept with 5 men; now, I have slept with 80, and of those, most are shit, and I couldn't get a woman to climax if they prayed 20 times a day. The ones that could be all but one circumcised. It looks better and feels better for women. However, with any opinion, it is worth noting. A caring, circumcised lover is better than an uncaring, circumcised lover. Any good sex needs a build-up. All of my girlfriends with circumcised partners that don't climax talk about them just "stuffing it in".. guys that will never work. Foreplay is the secret, when the girl is wet she's going to be loving the glans. One aspect that I struggle with when dealing with uncircumcised penis' isn't the hygiene, that can be fixed. The arrogance of the guys who think it's okay to cum so quickly and leave women languishing. While I am sure there are circumcised men who do the same, it seems that in my experience, there's a very strong bias towards selfish lovers who are uncircumcised.

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"Heya, Kid" | Part Two - Stranded

"Heya, Kid" Masterlist

Summary: Austin remains protective of you during your last day on set and when a winter storm threatens to ruin his Thanksgiving, you think of a way to express your gratitude.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, Insults, Threats of Violence, Tense Situations, Discussion of Death and Gore, Cats, Mature/Explicit Themes [Indecent Exposure, Dirty Talk, Discussion of Wet Dreams, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Penetrative Sex, Premature Ejaculation, Oral - F receiving, Cum Play (if you squint)} - +18 Only

Author's Note: In editing this I realized the cat feeding schedule might confuse people?! My cat eats many small meals around the clock, so it's not a mistake, just my weirdness projected into this story.

Word Count: 7288

Your alarm startled you awake early the next morning, and you sat up sharply, taking a moment to regain your bearings. Odd…your cat was not sleeping on the end of the bed as she usually was…You sighed deeply and slid out from under the warmth of your blankets to get ready in the washroom. You stumbled to a stop in the doorway to the living room as your eyes fell on Austin and your cat happily sleeping away on the couch.

“Traitor…” You whispered fondly and received a dramatic feline yawn in reply.

Laying your hand on his shoulder, you spoke his name softly.

“Austin…It’s time to get up…”

His hand shot out to grab your wrist, as he had in the car that first night, only this time you had to press your lips together to smother your yelp at the pain of it. His eyes, which had only opened a crack, shot wide and he pulled his hand back as quickly as if you had burned him. The cat leapt from the couch, trotting over to her bowl expectantly awaiting breakfast.

“Shit, sorry. Ugh...” he groaned a little as he sat up, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. “How long was I asleep?” He asked, rubbing the fabric of the blanket between his fingers.

“All night” You smiled softly. “Do you want the bathroom first or second?”

“You go ahead, I’m still pulling myself back together here…” A jaw-cracking yawn seized him suddenly and you tried not to laugh.

“Ok but I’m turning on the light, so you don’t fall back asleep.” You closed your own eyes as you flicked it on, blinking them to adjust, before continuing to the bathroom.

You finished your morning routine within ten minutes, stepping back into the living room and sighing as his eyes were closed, his head leaning on the back of the couch.

“I’m awake!” He quickly said, springing to his feet and you laughed brightly.

“If you say so…” You made some hummus toast and hot beverages, sitting at the island to eat while listening to the morning radio show on your favourite station.

Austin joined you, devouring the food sleepily.

“I’ll just get dressed and we’ll drive over.” You nodded and you two were on your way shortly thereafter.

“Parking spot 354 is assigned to my room number, you can park underground for free.” He smiled, more awake now as the grey, pale light of early dawn flowed over the city.

“Thanks, Austin.” You smiled in return and wound your way down beneath the building to park in his space.

You took the elevator to the main floor as he selected the floor his room was on.

“See you in a bit.” He smiled softly as you headed out to go through your extensive post-explosion makeup for that day.

It was both fascinating and gruesome, the way they marred your skin with debris and gore before giving you the grey/green pallor of death.

“Freaky!” One of your scene mates squealed and you laughed a little.

They had been a bit cold at first that morning, and you could not blame them considering your behaviour yesterday. Unprovoked, one of the wardrobe techs had started telling a story about a very angry, and still in costume, Connor in the hotel bar the evening before, both warning the four of you of his impending hangover and making it very clear that you had not spent much time in his room at all. It had helped dispel their coolness towards you, for which you were deeply grateful.

The set you walked into upstairs was dressed with debris, but the rest of the effects would be added in post, since they could not destroy a real hotel room. The assistant director helped place the four of you about the room, bodies akimbo as though you had been thrown by the blast. You were pleased to see that Connor’s character was placed a bit further from you, flat on his back on the bed, having been somewhat shielded by the bodies of the women crawling all over him when the bomb went off.

You shuddered a little at the memory of that but otherwise remained still as final approval was given by the director. You could hear conversation happening between a number of voices behind you, including Austin’s, as they blocked his movement through the debris for a rather complex scene from the strains of their discussion that reached your ears. You saw a collection of shoes come to rest in your eyeline and heard Austin’s sharp intake of breath.

“Fuck, make-up did a good job, though.” He crouched down and frowned as he looked you over.

“’Tis but a scratch.” You mimicked a line from Monty Python’s Holy Grail and grinned as Austin cracked up. It was nice to make the others laugh as well, but he had looked so concerned at your state, it was especially lovely to see him relax.

Connor’s voice drifted into the room from the hallway, making you tense and Austin’s head snap in the direction of it. He stood to his full height and subtly shifted to block you from view behind his lanky legs as he continued his conversation with the director. Your heart throbbed a little as he stayed anchored to that spot, turning to speak to the others as they moved about the room, but never leaving his protective position. It was a good thing he was no longer facing you otherwise he would see the intense adoration you felt for him all over your face.

You were quite relieved to overhear that Connor would only be there for a few hours; the majority of the shots would be done with his stunt double. Each take had Austin moving back to the door, hurrying in to cry out for the foot soldiers to call for ambulances, as though the explosion had just happened. All the while looking quite pleased with the effectiveness of his weapon. There was a monologue he delivered to the corpse of the despicable mob boss played by Connor before he finished with a moment of remorse over your crumpled body.

And there he would remain, standing over you until the very last moment of the reset, until the assistant director shouted for ‘places!’. No one questioned it, but he was terribly effective at shielding you. As the crew broke for lunch you looked up as he held your robe out to you. You stood and slid it on carefully, turning to thank him. You blinked as he was frowning again. Clenching his jaw and gritting his teeth again.

“What’s wrong?” You asked quickly.

“I don’t suppose they put any bruising on your back?” He asked softly and you shook your head quickly before the memory of Connor slamming you back into the wall flashed before your eyes.

“Oh…” You frowned as well.

“I’ll get your sister to take a look at it.” He nodded and headed out carefully, not wanting to attract any more attention as everyone started to make their way to the lunchroom.

Your sister was waiting in the hall and took your arm, leading you down to her hotel room where she helped you get a good look at the marks on your back.

“You’d have grounds to…” She muttered and you sighed, shaking your head.

“Austin stopped anything truly unspeakable from happening…Not that I like the idea of him doing this to someone else…it’s just a very thin case…”

“I’ll get makeup to leak something, how about that?” She tilted her head and grinned broadly as you nodded your acquiescence. “You know, I’ve never seen him so angry as he was this morning. Ranting about tearing Connor limb from limb while also railing that it would ruin his career. So, we’ll let rumours take care it.”

There was a knock on the door before you could reply and your sister opened it to reveal Austin carrying three lunches. It was a nice, quiet meal. Well, aside from the two of them constantly mocking your deceased visage.

“Look, I’ll be alive again in a few hours, ok?!” You laughed softly and spent the rest of the break relaxing away from the bustle of the rest of the crew, pondering your sister’s comments about Austin’s rage.

After lunch, they lined up the close-ups for Connor and Austin and realized that the four of you were not needed so they excused you to wait in the sitting room of the suite on chairs that were covered with plastic to prevent any of the gore on your bodies transferring to the furniture. You had honestly never been in the position of counting down the minutes on set before, but as the end of the day approached, you grew increasingly relieved.

Make-up came and did some more touch-ups on you all before you were called back into the room. You were about to cross the threshold when Connor was suddenly blocking your way, making you stumble to a stop as your blood ran cold.

“Move it, tease.” He snarled and raised his hand to shove you out of the way until Austin’s tanned, elegant fingers wrapped around his wrist from behind.

“Just give her a moment, pretty sure she wants nothing more to do with you.” He ground out lowly and you turned, pressing back against the wall to allow him to pass.

While you were unable to see Austin’s face, you could see his muscled forearm exposed by the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt. Could see the way those muscles were bunched, the veins bulged. The way Austin’s grip on Connor was so tight it drove the blood from his fingertips, turning them white. Your wrist ached sympathetically, but you felt no pity for Connor himself.

Only once you were out of the way did Austin release his hand. Connor made a big show of yanking his hand free as soon as he felt the grip loosen, before storming off down the hall. You looked to Austin nervously, but he simply smiled and waived the four of you into the room, followed by Connor’s stunt double. There were whispers and murmurs but the assistant director commanded order once more and the director was able to capture all the footage they wanted of the scene.

There were ‘good job’s and farewells as the four of you were escorted off set and scrubbed clean before sliding back into your own clothing. Once you had your phone back, you texted your sister, asking her to thank Austin for you again. Your phone buzzed as you walked home, and you blinked as the number was unknown. You pulled it up hesitantly but smiled softly to see it was Austin.

– Hey, it’s Austin. Got your number from your sister, she swears you won’t mind, but if you do it’s her fault. I’m glad you were able to finish the role without too much bullshit from Connor. Let me know if you need anything else, ok? –

Swiping your key fob, you headed into your building and up to your apartment. As you opened the door, you raised your eyebrows as the cat was not immediately there to greet you on arrival. Unusual. You peered around the corner into the living room and clapped your hand over your mouth to smother your laugh. She was curled up tightly in a ball on the blanket that undoubtedly still smelled of Austin. You took a photo as quickly and quietly as possible before calling her name.

She gave you a sweet little trilling sound in greeting, trotting over to rub against your legs as you sent the photo to Austin.

– She really likes you. –

– I should come see her again – He replied.

– We would both like that. – You chewed on your lip as you sent that, hoping it was not too forward.

– So would I –

His reply made you smile with a sigh of relief.

It was nice to get back to your normal life the next day, waking up at your usual time and following a regular routine. Arriving home with fresh groceries you were startled to find Austin in the lobby, just about to buzz your phone.

“Hey, I uh…” He smiled at you sheepishly as he rubbed at the back of his neck. “Checking in for cat adoration duty?”

Laughter bubbled up from your chest as you unlocked the door, holding it open for him. While you had not expected him to show up quite so soon, you were admittedly delighted.

“She’ll be thrilled to see you.”

Indeed, she was, meowing loudly and throwing herself down on the hardwood to expose her belly to him eagerly. Sidling past him as he knelt to indulge her, you stepped into the kitchen, setting the bags on the counter to unpack the groceries. The radio was playing in the background, something you left on to ‘keep the cat company.’ But the discussion of a potential winter storm next week caught your attention.

Austin came to stand beside you, cradling the cat in his arms as she enthusiastically rubbed her cheeks against his jawline. Envy of a cat was a new experience for you, but acutely felt.

“Damn…” He murmured and you looked up to him curiously. “Supposed to fly home for Thanksgiving after filming on Wednesday…if that forecast is accurate...”

You frowned softly and pulled up your weather app on your phone, making a bit of a face.

“80% chance six days out…But it could always change.” You tacked on, trying to be reassuring.

Your efforts were rewarded with a smile before he looked over your groceries.

“Can we cook?” He asked hopefully and you happily agreed.

Forty-five minutes later, you sat down together at the island counter to enjoy the fruits of your labour.

“Can we finish that movie? I’m off tomorrow.” He looked at you with adorably pleading eyes and you laughed warmly, bowing your head shyly to focus on breathing like a functional adult.

“Of course we can. You don’t have to keep asking permission, either.” You collected the dishes and loaded the dishwasher, settling in to finish the movie.

Well, you tried. Austin made it about forty-two minutes before he was once again passed out. You crept into your room, putting on fresh pillowcases before you woke him gently, hand on his shoulder.

This time, he did not grasp your wrist. No. He sighed your name, blanking your mind out completely before you processed the fact that he was blinking up at you defenselessly.

“You get the bed tonight…” You said gently to his groggy, bewildered face.

Using his fatigued state to your advantage, you took his hands and tugged him to his feet, walking backwards as you led him into your room. You tucked him into your bed with your cat, setting up some pillows and blankets to sleep on the couch yourself. You did not have the most comfortable sleep, but it was Friday today, as well as your work-from-home day.

Your cat made a brief appearance for breakfast, but immediately returned to bed with Austin as you settled in to work at your desk in the living room. You grew somewhat concerned as noon approached and neither of them had emerged from the bedroom. Peering into the room through the cracked door you had to smother your giggle with your hand.

Austin was curled up on his side with your cat nestled against his chest. She was laying on her back, one paw stretched towards the heavens, purring loudly. There was that envy again. You managed to sneak a photo before knocking on the door gently.

There was a sharp inhale of breath and some flailing before he sat up, once again groggy and bewildered.

“Holy fuck what time is it?” He mumbled, squinting into the daylight.

You pressed your lips together to smother your chuckle and cleared your throat.

“Almost lunch. Any requests?”

He shook his head, scrubbing his hands over his face, trying to wake himself up fully.

“I’ll think of something then. You’re welcome to shower or whatever. I’m, obviously, working from home today so…” You realized you were rambling, so you trailed off with a smile before heading to the kitchen to throw something brunch-like together.

He shuffled by to the washroom before emerging, eyes brighter and looking rested for the first time since he had arrived. You offered him a plate of food and took your break with him on the couch, eating happily. He left you to the rest of your workday, walking back to the hotel. You found yourself gazing off several times that afternoon with a soft grin on your face. No, you were decidedly not over your crush on this man at all.

As the days passed, the forecast for the winter storm became more severe and more likely. By Monday, all the flights out of the city were fully booked, if not over booked. The only reason you knew this was because you and Austin had begun a regular text correspondence. The director had reworked the schedule to the very limit, freeing him up for a departure around noon on Wednesday, but it was all for naught. Even if he drove south to Washington state or west to Calgary it was no good. There was not a flight to be found.

He seemed quite upset about missing the important family holiday, and you tried to distract him with cat pictures and videos as you stewed on an idea that had popped into your head. Tuesday morning you swung by the hotel to surprise your sister with some Starbucks and a brief walk along the waterfront before work.

“It all seems so peaceful and warm now…” She muttered and shook her head. “The calm before the storm!” She finished dramatically and you laughed brightly.

“Well…it’s kind of why I’m here…About how many stranded Americans do you think are here?”

She eyed you thoughtfully, footsteps halting as she made a mental tally.

“I’d say twenty? Twenty that can’t just drive home to Seattle…why?” She tilted her head suspiciously.

“You know how huge mom and dad’s house is and…well I have some holidays to use up before year end. I was thinking of throwing together a very ad hoc Thanksgiving-esque experience? Don’t look at me like that, why are you staring?!” You pointed at the stunned facial expression that bloomed on her face.

“I just…wow, that’s an awesome idea!”

You relaxed slightly at her exclamation.

“Would you…be open to inviting the people? I’ll get turkey, potatoes, and pre-made pies. We just need people to bring sides and stuff to stay over because…well it’s going to be impossible to travel for a few days.”

“I get the master bedroom then!” She grinned and took your arm as you shook your head, laughing ruefully as you walked back towards the hotel.

You parted ways there, heading into the office to request the rest of the week off. Your boss was hesitant but eventually agreed. With the storm on the horizon, it was doubtful that much work would be getting done anyway. At the end of the day, you headed to the grocery store and stocked up on turkey, potatoes, and pie for twenty, taking it over to your parents’ house. You spent the night at home before packing up your cat and moving her into the carriage house in their backyard. They had renovated it into a one-bedroom guest suite with kitchenette shortly after Austin had come into your lives.

Small and secluded, she would be comfortable with you there no matter how raucous the main house became. You made up beds and found air mattresses and sleeping bags. Let it never be said your mother was unprepared for anything. The turkey went into the oven around noon before you moved to set up the tables. You extended both the dining and kitchen tables as long as possible, lining them up to stretch into the living room as one long table.

You were in the middle of battling with a remarkably long tablecloth when you heard your sister call out from the front hall.

“Help has arrived!!” She cried, hustling into the kitchen with several bags of dinner rolls. Austin was hot on her heels with a few salads.

“Here let me help with that.” He smiled to you warmly and set down his armload before grabbing the end of the tablecloth to help you drape it across the two tables. “This is incredible, thank you so much for making this happen.” His eyes met yours, glowing with earnest warmth.

You looked down quickly, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gratitude, smoothing your hair nervously.

“My pleasure…really…” You swallowed nervously and looked over to your sister as she spoke.

“So, we’ve got twenty-five including you and I.” She began digging out serving platters from the top levels of the cupboards. “Does mom still have that ridiculous turkey centerpiece?”

You giggled and nodded, knowing exactly which one she meant.

“She sure does, it’s in the holiday cupboard upstairs.” She quickly headed up to locate it while you and Austin worked at setting out chairs. “Looks like four of us will have to eat at the island…but we should all fit.”

“Thank you.” He repeated again softly and pulled you into a tight hug, bodies flush against one another. “If I can’t be with my real family at least I get to be with you two.”

Swallowing roughly, you slid your arms around his slender waist, squeezing him in return.

“I definitely owe you, I’m very happy to do it.” You murmured against his chest shyly.

“Found it!” You heard your sister’s triumphant cry as she stampeded down the stairs and the pair of you pulled apart quickly, looking busy when she carried in the cartoonish, ceramic turkey and plonked it down in the centre of the table. “Now, it’s Thanksgiving.” She declared, sending you all into a fit of laughter.

Working together, you peeled and quartered potatoes, getting several pots boiling just as the snow started to fall. Thankfully, Austin was there to help with mashing them all, switching out with you or your sister when your arms started to burn. Guests began arriving around five o’clock, just as the turkey came to temperature.

“Austin, could I bother you to help me pull this beast out of the oven? It’s thirty pounds and I barely got it in there.”

His eyes widened in awe before he excitedly pulled on oven mitts and lifted the damn thing by himself, setting it on the counter to rest before it would be carved. The sides that arrived were a mishmash of whatever could be found at the grocery store as the storm began to ramp up outside. Some brilliant soul had brought enough eggs to feed an army – breakfast for tomorrow.

 All flights were canceled, as predicted, but the stranded Americans had a feast of a meal crammed around the tables. You had meant to sit at the counter, but someone had declared that you, Austin, and your sister were not allowed to work anymore, and your trio was seated on the backside of the table, unable to get up even if you wanted to.

Food was demolished, conversation flowed, and the storm outside raged on. You found yourself taking a pause, leaning back in your chair and just soaking it all in.

“Best Thanksgiving of my life.” Austin whispered against your ear, sending the thrill of a shiver through you.

“Me too…” You glanced at him shyly as you nodded in agreement.

Four pies disappeared before the crowd finally declared they were sated, and they broke off into smaller groups. Some went to watch A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving in the family room downstairs, while others went out to the hot tub, and a dedicated group stayed to wash dishes and clean up. You decided to leave the table set up as-is for breakfast in the morning before your sister went off to watch the movie as well. Austin looked to you curiously.

“What are you thinking?” He tilted his head, and you bit your lip in thought.

“Hot tub?” You asked hesitantly.

“Oh, I didn’t bring a suit...damnit…”

“Well, my dad has some… you could borrow one? If you are ok with that, I know it might be a bit weird but,”

“Yes, perfect.” He cut you off and seized your hand. He pulled you upstairs to dig through your father’s closet, producing a few options.

He took the plain, black swim trunks and nodded. You grabbed some towels and a pair of tuques.

“Where are you sleeping tonight?” He asked as you headed back down the hall.

“I’ve set myself up with the cat in the carriage house. There’s a sofa bed out there too if you haven’t claimed anywhere yet?”

“That’s perfect, I was wondering if she was here.” He grabbed his bag and slid on his shoes, running out through the snow with you to the carriage house.

You left him snuggling the cat as you headed into the bedroom to pull on your swimsuit and one of the tuques to keep you warm despite the driving snow.

“Am I ok to come out?” You asked through the door and waited as you heard a bit of struggle.

“Uh, yup!” He finally declared and you stepped out, mouth suddenly, violently dry at the vision of him in the slightly-too-large trunks barely clinging to his hips. The definition of his Adonis belt was enough to fell any person.

You tore your eyes from his physique and only then noticed his own were busily tracing the lines of your swimsuit, making heat rush through you.

“Here.” You abruptly held the tuque out to him, and he looked it over skeptically.

“I don’t think I can go out there wearing a Vancouver Canucks beanie…” He crinkled his nose.

“It’s a tuque and yes you can, or you’ll get cold.” You grinned a little, drunk on good food and excellent company, and stepped forward, pulling it onto his head firmly.

He playfully tried to thrash away, making you both unsteady on your feet. His warm palms quickly cupped your elbows, long fingers stretching up your biceps as he steadied you. The feel of his skin on yours made goosebumps race up your arms and pulled your nipples to stiff peaks against the lycra of your swimsuit.

“Thanks.” He smirked, hat partially pulled down over one eye and you laughed breathlessly.

He was so very close and smelled incredible…like whiskey and pumpkin pie and sandalwood. Your eyes were threatening to flutter shut, but thankfully your cat let out a mournful meow by her food dish.

“Oh, my goodness, yes darling it’s well past dinner, please forgive me.” You quickly went about feeding her before turning back to Austin. “Ready, sorry.”

“No apologies necessary.” He grinned, having been watching the two of you fondly. He pulled open the door and led you out through the now ankle-deep snow to join the others in the hot tub.

It was a tight squeeze, but you managed to slide into the warm water, Austin pressed fully against your side. Chatting and laughing for nearly an hour, eventually the rest of the group drifted inside to bed, leaving you and Austin as the last brave souls outside. Both your tuques were now plastered white with the thickly falling snow, and despite the excess of room, neither of you had made a move to put an inch of space between your bodies.

You leaned your head back to catch some snow on your tongue, brimming with satisfaction at how well your plan had gone.

“You know why I started calling you kid?” Austin said suddenly into the muffled silence of the night.

There was a quality to his voice, one that you had never heard before, that made it deeper and somewhat rougher. You turned to look at him curiously, surprisingly no longer angry to hear that term on his lips. You raised your eyebrows in silent prompting to continue.

“To remind myself that you were off limits…because I was so damned attracted to you, but it was definitely not legal…” You watched his lips form the words, a sort of ringing in your ears as it felt as though your heart briefly stopped.

“Wh…what?” You breathed shakily.

“I liked you from the moment I saw you, your parents’ pool is not that great…” He chuckled and looked down reflectively. “You’ve always been such a lovely person and now you’re an incredible woman…I could barely process it when I saw you in the foyer, so I just kept saying ‘kid.’” He sighed and leaned forward to rest his elbows his knees, looking back at you over his shoulder as his fingers ran along his jaw contemplatively. “And…well I just wanted you to know that I am still so very sorry that my own internal oddness hurt you so much…”

You had completely lost the ability to speak, to control your tongue, to form words. So, you reached out a hand, setting it on his cheek gently. You let out a soft noise of awe mixed with desperation as he pressed into your touch. His eyes snapped to yours and his tongue dragged along his generous lips before he began to turn toward you, to lean in. You surged forward to meet him, lips colliding with his in an explosion of thirteen years of pent-up attraction.

He lifted his hands from the water to cup your cheeks, scattering droplets across your heated skin. Your lips dragged along his, pressed against his, awakening a delicious buzz in the million nerve endings there. You tried to swallow back your mewl of delight, but you felt him smirk into the kiss and knew he had most assuredly heard it. Seeking anchorage, your hands gripped the sinewy muscle of his flanks under the water, thumbs sweeping up and down the ridge of his obliques. It was your turn to smirk as you felt, more than heard, his hum of delight. Tilting his head, he began to place open-mouthed kisses against your lips, sucking at your lower lip until your mouth parted for him.

As his tongue glided along yours, your grip on his sides tightened, fingers digging into his skin as you shifted closer. One of his hands dropped to your lower back, closing all distance between your torsos as he pressed tightly into you. The other shifted to grip the sides of your chin, controlling and guiding the angle of your head so his tongue could better reach every corner of your mouth. As your lungs began to ache, begging for air, you pulled back a fraction from his demanding kiss, panting heavily as your arms wound fully around him, hands pressing into his back. You looked up at him through your lashes in wonderment, not entirely convinced this was reality.

He kissed your nose gently, eyes reflecting a similar emotion.

“We should get you out of the water, prune fingers.” He grinned and you laughed brightly at the unexpected comment.

“Come on then…” You murmured thickly, voice roughened by arousal, and unwound yourself from his body.

Your arms felt instantly and mournfully empty, but you were not given much time to reflect on it as he slid to his feet. Those oversized trunks were yanked down by the swirl of the water around his hips, and you were treated to sight of his semi-hard, lengthy cock before he quickly yanked the fabric back up.

“Shit” He muttered, a rosy, pink blush blooming across his cheeks.

You were on your feet in a matter of moments, grabbing his hand and pulling him from the hot tub. You barely remembered to throw the cover back on it before shoving your feet into your shoes and shuffling through the deepening snow, the cold flakes sparking against your sweltering skin. His fingers laced through yours, following closely behind as you headed straight into the bedroom of the carriage house, turning to shut the door so the cat did not mistakenly think she was invited.

Glancing around the room, he spotted the ensuite and tugged you in there, releasing his grip on the trunks and letting them slide to tile floor with a wet splat. Reaching up to tug off his damp tuque covered in rapidly melting snow, you tossed it into the sink before sliding your fingers into his hair and pulling his lips down to yours once again.

Eagerly resuming his thorough tasting of your mouth, his own hands removed your tuque as well before they fell to cup your butt, pulling you close against him as he pushed you back against the vanity. Feeling his length sandwiched between your bodies, you rolled your hips forward to rub the fabric of your swimsuit along him teasingly. He shuddered against you, moaning slightly as his hands trailed up your sides to cup your breasts, drawing a reciprocal moan from you as they engulfed your sensitive flesh hotly. He manipulated the fabric of your swimsuit to drag the lining along your tender nubs, making you tremble against him as your fingers wove tighter into his sandy blonde hair.

Wanting him even closer, you backed up to sit on the counter, parting your legs to pull his hips flush to yours. Breaking your kiss, the pair of you groaned eagerly before he hungrily kissed along your jaw to attack the column of your throat. His hands busied themselves with the straps of your bathing suit and you dropped your arms to assist him in stripping you to your waist so that he might seal his mouth around the first nipple he could reach.

Arching and bucking against him, you clung to his shoulders as your head fell back with a soft cry of his name. Somehow, he managed to surge even closer to you at that sound and you gasped it again.

“Austin!” You bucked against him needily as he circled and tugged your other nipple with his fingers.

He groaned raggedly and started working your swimsuit the rest of the way off. You lifted your hips to help before your suit joined his on the floor with a wet splat of its own. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he hoisted you with a firm grim on your butt and carried you over to the bed. Gasping in surprise, you gripped his shoulders to try and hold yourself up, to assist him. He chuckled and shook his head before laying you down, standing between your legs at the foot of the bed to gaze down at you deliriously.

“Fuck, you’re even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.” He ground out, tongue painting his kiss-swollen lips with a fresh coat of glossy saliva.

You bit your lip savagely, eyes staring up at him, frozen at the intensity of his statement. He smiled fondly and leaned down over you to kiss you warmly, whispering against your lips.

“God, I wish I had a condom…but I’m gonna make you feel so good anyway. Can I? Please?”

Looking up into his deep blue eyes you huffed a little in frustration. You had been hoping for this for over a decade and you were not going to let anything hold you back.

“I want you.” You stated boldly. “All of you. I am on birth control, and I want that gorgeous cock inside me.” You gulped a little as you had definitely said that aloud, your impetuousness shining through, but all your cards were now on the table.

He slammed the heel of his palm between his eyebrows, abdominal muscles tensing and flexing as precum began to leak from the tip of his length.

“You are countless wet dreams come to life.” His voice had a hint of a whine to it as he took slow, deep breaths.

You clenched around nothing at the flood of mental images that statement provided. Feeling slightly guilty, you stayed very, very still until he seemed to regain control of his body. He crawled over you, hand sliding to the middle of your back to guide you to shuffle with him up to the pillows before he caught your lips in a searing kiss. Hand cupping between your thighs, his elegant fingers traced along your heated folds before parting them to coat his fingertips with your arousal, circling your entrance. Panting eagerly against his lips, you gripped at his biceps, nails biting slightly at his skin. His warm breath caressed your face as he chuckled at the way you squirmed for him before he shifted to nibble at your lower lip.

When, at last, his fingers began to circle your clitoris, your nails dug into his skin almost painfully. He pulled back to look over your face, watching the way your eyes clenched shut and your lips parted to form soft curses.

“Oh, my pretty girl, do you need me as much as I need you?”

“Uh huh!” You whimpered and grazed your teeth along his jaw needily.

He pressed his lips to yours, briefly, hotly, before they trailed down your throat once more. As his forefinger began to sink into you, he sucked the tender flesh just below the hinge of your jaw between his lips. The combined sensations had you arching off the bed eagerly, scratching at his biceps as you cried out raggedly. A deep hum of approval reverberated against your throat as his middle finger joined his forefinger, thrusting into, and massaging, your walls rhythmically as his thumb took over the stimulation of your clitoris. Hooking his fingers forward, he searched until he felt that spongey spot deep inside you.

You gasped sharply and gripped his forearm bruisingly to keep him right there.

“Ohfuckyes…. please Austin…” You panted, chest heaving as he obliged, massaging insistently, making your eyes roll back in your head.

As you writhed beneath him, the soft flesh of your thigh brushed against the weeping tip of his cock. You had just enough mental capacity to focus on repeating that motion, wanting to give him just a taste of the pleasure he was giving you. His lips fell back from the throbbing spot on your throat with a shuddering gasp, and you were quite certain he had marked you. He ran his the flat of his tongue up the side of your neck, tasting your pulse as your heart crashed against your ribs. Your body was arching tighter and tighter, muscles tensing to rigidity until your orgasm pulled you under, drowning you in ecstasy, the tension ebbing from you as you gasped for breath.

“I’m going to make you do that again…” He groaned needily and caught your lips in a kiss without finesse. A kiss of pure desperation that had your hand reaching between your bodies to seek his length. Wrapping your fingers around his cock, your stroked along him, making his breath stutter against your lips and his hips buck towards your hand.

“I’m…you gotta…if you want me inside you, do it now…” He gritted out, brows knitted together in the effort of restraint. “Want you so bad I can barely hold on…”

You moaned softly at the impact of his words before shifting and lifting your hips, guiding him into your still quivering heat. He buried his face in the crook of your shoulder, groaning in agony at how well you two fit together. Once he was seated inside you completely, you wrapped your legs around his hips, rocking up against him, trying to encourage him to move.

“Oh fuck…” He hissed and rocked against you in return before sliding his hips back, only to push back into you eagerly.

He shifted back a little, fingers gripping at the headboard, settling onto his knees to thrust in earnest, skin slapping against skin as his near-black eyes bore down into yours with a mind-melting intensity. Your jaw hung open as he held you captive with that gaze, cock dragging along your walls, every vein providing a delicious friction that had the tension in your muscles quickly building again.

It felt so right and justified every fantasy you had ever had. He moaned your name, and you clenched around him involuntarily, sending him into a faster pace as he spat a string of curses, clenching his eyes shut. His hips stuttered, losing their rhythm, before his eyes shot wide.

“Fuckfuckfuck…” He yelped before slamming his hips to yours, filling you with his hot, and obviously unexpected, release.

You chewed on your lip savagely as you drank in the vision of his climax, a feeling of pride blooming beneath your breastbone at driving him to an orgasm like that. He barely gave himself enough time to catch his breath before he was sliding down your body, lips latching onto your clitoris, fingers plunging into your cum-filled heat. Your head thrashed to the side as he did not allow you to lose an inch of ground, easily finding your g-spot once more and silently demanding you climax again with his determined fingers.

Wrenching at the duvet cover, you ground against his mouth before succumbing to his adamant ministrations. A painful howl ripped from your throat as you climaxed for him again, sinking into the bedding bonelessly. He stretched out alongside you, body glistening with sweat, as he gasped for breath from the combined effort of his orgasm and yours.

Fluttering your eyes open, you reached out an arm that felt shockingly heavier than normal and cupped his cheek.

“Austin…” You sighed reverently and he dragged himself forward to kiss you sweetly. So sweetly it made your heart ache.

“When…we…can walk…we need a shower…” He grinned lopsidedly and you laughed breathlessly. The room definitely smelt of chlorine and sex.

“In…case it wasn’t…abundantly obvious…. I’ve been so very attracted to you…since we met…as well.” You panted and pressed a warm kiss to his brow.

After a succession of lazy and adoring kisses, you both felt strong enough to make it to the ensuite and cleaned each other up tenderly. You pressed apologetic kisses to the scratches you’d left on his arms, but he just eyed them proudly. Drying off and tidying the bed, you then slid on your pajamas, and he opened the door to grab his bag from the living room. You both laughed as the cat streaked into the room, obviously put out at her exclusion.

“Sorry darling let’s get you fed again” You kissed her fuzzy head as you picked her up and carried her to the kitchenette.

Once everyone was fed and dressed, the three of you curled up in the cozy bed as the snow continued to fall outside, sleeping deeply and peacefully. As soon as you heard the first few seconds of your alarm the next morning, you flung yourself at your phone to turn it off. Austin looked up at you blearily.

“Sorry I forgot to turn it off.” You set your phone down and slid out of bed to feed the cat, opening the door to take stock of the yard as she dug in. You did not notice Austin waiting for you in the doorway to the bedroom, leaning against the doorframe sleepily.

You gasped as the snow was mid-calf in depth, a record amount for this time of year.

“Shit we really should have brought a shovel with us…” You muttered to yourself and blinked as Austin grabbed your hand, pulling you back towards the bed.

“Guess we’ll just have to wait until someone rescues us.” He grinned broadly and tumbled into the bed with you.

"Heya, Kid" Masterlist

Post-Script: I just wanted to clarify that this was written over the course of the past two weeks. I read the delicious Smutty Sunday by @mrsniallhoran505 this morning and saw that they have also written about premature ejaculation. It's such a hot theme that I was excited to see another author wrote it. Definitely give it a read if this awakened something in you!

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Hellfire and Honeysuckle, Chapter Nine

Synopsis: A new girl has moved to Hawkins after the events of the hospital attack, with her own story and her own secrets. She's passionate about many things - her education, baking, friendship, kindness - and ready to finally make friends after a lifetime of running from place to place.

Warnings: descriptions of disability and comorbidity, disabled infantilization (and confrontation over it), unexpected nudity, voyeurism if you squint.

Rating: Guess what ya'll? The smut has arrived! Rated R for smut. oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), groping/fondling, nipple play, and premature ejaculation.

Author’s Note: I'm in a ten month dry spell so I was worried about my smut writing but my beautiful proofreader @queenlydias approved it and Winter never lies to me so I'll take it. Credit to @writerwannabetree and @thisishellfire for giving me the courage and support to start this series. I'm not sure how much longer it will go on, but I already know how it's going to end. Hang on tight, yall.

Honey

He’s here. She could smell him from the moment he came in the room, felt his warmth as he slipped under the blanket with her. Some part of her brain registered his hand tangling in her hair, his fingers brushing her scalp, but she couldn’t move. Her limbs were heavy with sleep, her eyes burned at even the thought of opening. She made a tiny noise in her throat that came out as a sigh, just to let him know she felt his presence, before she felt herself drifting away again. 

He was asleep when she finally opened her eyes, one hand still tangled in her hair and the other around her waist, holding her to his chest. Honey wiggled, enough to put a few inches between them so she could lean back and look up at his sleeping face. The dark stubble along his upper lip and across his jaw, the sprinkle of light freckles over his cheeks and nose, the long lashes brushing his cheeks, the messy curls fluffed around his head. She didn’t need to study his face - not really. She had it memorized from all their moments together, from closing her eyes at night and thinking of him, from watching his face for a smile every morning. But there was something different about staring at his face now. She’d been in and out of sleep all morning, wondering if the confessions of the night before had been drug-fueled fantasies, but here he was. He was warm, and strong, and wrapped around her. 

She wiggled again, pulling herself up just a little bit, enough to press her lips to his chin. One, twice, three times. Tiny pecks, lasting just long enough to feel the bristle of his stubble. As she leaned in for a fourth peck, she felt the hand tangled in her hair tighten, and only barely had time to take a breath before she felt his lips pressed against hers, pushing her down into the mattress. The kiss was sweet but passionate, and she took a moment to catch her breath after.

“Mornin’.” She finally gasped out, looking up at him. His hand was still wrapped in her hair, the other trailing up and down her side, taking care to keep pressure off the injured hip. He was smiling, a different type of smile than she’d seen before.

“It’s afternoon now, baby. 2pm, actually.” He held up his watch. 2:08pm, exactly. She sighed. She hated how much she slept on pain medication. “How are you feeling?” He asked, bringing her out of her regretful thoughts with a gentle squeeze on her upper thigh.

“Pain’s not so bad right now. Still there, but less than it’s been. I’m hungry and I need to pee, though.” She answered, doing a little potty-dance as best she could while still pressed into the mattress, as though to emphasize her point.

“Why don’t I go make you a pb&j while you go to the bathroom?” He asked, the fingers in her hair massaging her scalp. She nodded, and slowly he released her, slipping off the bed and helping her into her wheelchair.

Ten minutes later, they sat next to each other in the dining room that he’d somehow missed the entire time he’d been in and out of the house. She’d convinced him to make a sandwich for himself too, and though he wasn’t really hungry, he’d agreed to placate her.

“I’ll have to leave soon, to go back to the trailer and pack a bag.” He informed her, watching her raise an eyebrow.

“Pack a bag? Are you goin’ somewhere?” She asked around a mouthful of bread.

“No, but Pamela asked me to stay with you tonight while she’s at work, help take care of you. I need a change of clothes and a toothbrush, at least.” He answered, taking a much smaller bite of his sandwich.

“Pamela? Since when are you on a first-name basis with my Mama?” She asked, a giggle tumbling out.

“We talked a little bit this morning when I got here. Mostly just her making sure I had pure intentions with you.” He answered with a well-meaning smirk. “Although, she said something that I… Well, I didn’t understand what she meant. And I was afraid to ask. You don’t have to tell me either, but I’m curious.”

She swallowed her bite, shrugging. “Go ahead and ask, I’ll see if I’m comfortable explainin’.” She answered, taking another bite. He probably wanted to know more about her disability - she didn’t mind talking about it. She wanted people to understand her, not pity her.

“She said you’d never have to worry about getting pregnant. Are you on birth control or something?” He asked.

“Oh.” The air in the room changed. Honey put down her sandwich, leaning back in her chair and raking a shaky hand through the hair that had escaped her braids while she slept. “Yeah. So E-D-S- that’s Ehler’s Danlos, the disorder I have - it’s a multi-system disorder. It affects different systems in the body, some worse than others dependin’ on what subset you have. I have the misfortune of havin’ a lot of comorbidities from it. There’s the hypermobile joints, the easy bruisin’, the thin, stretchy, sensitive skin - All of which are more outwardly noticeable.”

He nodded, putting his own sandwich down and turning his body to face hers, giving her his full attention as he tried to digest the information. 

“But it affects other systems too. My nervous system, my respiratory, my digestion, and my reproductive system have all been confirmed to have been affected. There’s also a chance it can affect my brain and heart, but there’s no sign of that yet.”

He nodded again, sliding a hand on her knee and rubbing as she spoke. She spoke like she was rattling off medical texts. “How has it affected those systems?” He asked, his thumb tracing the curve of her knee.

“Well, my nervous system is probably the least affected. I get bad migraines and I have some nerve damage along my spine from disk degeneration, so my hands shake sometimes and I don’t have great fine motor control - some, just not a lot -, but that’s not that bad in comparison. Digestive-wise, I just have a really sensitive stomach. I have to be careful what I eat and how much, and I end up with stomach aches and food poisonin’ symptoms way more often than I care to admit. At least once a week, honestly.” 

He was still nodding along, though he glanced at her nearly-finished sandwich when she mentioned her stomach problems. “Is that why you bring a packed lunch and refuse school food?” He asked, and she nodded. 

“Yeah. That and I’m a little picky. Where was I?” She shook her head a little, trying to clear it.

“Your respiratory system and reproductive.” He answered, still rubbing circles over her knee. His tongue darted out to lick his lips.

“Right. Respiratory - um, I have asthma, so I keep a rescue inhaler in my backpack and I have a nebulizer in my room. I’m also really prone to respiratory infections. I’ve had four bouts of bronchitis in the last six years, and the last one turned into pneumonia. I was almost intubated with that one.” She shivered a little, eyes sad. “It was really scary.” She admitted.

He reached up, pulling one of her hands down to lace their fingers in her lap. “I bet it was. Uncle Wayne had pneumonia when I was 12 and I was scared for him. What about your reproductive system?”

“My reproductive system seems to have been hit the worst. I was confirmed infertile when I was 13, had an ovarian torsion when I was 15.” He looked confused, so she elaborated before he could ask what that meant. “It’s where the ovary twists around its own stalk. That wasn’t caused by the EDS, just an unfortunate coincidence. But I told Mama that since I was infertile anyway, I didn’t want to risk it happenin’ again because it hurt a lot. It took a lot of convincin’, but I got both her and the doctor to agree to removin’ both ovaries. I still have my uterus, but it’s just there. I don’t have ovaries. I can’t get pregnant, ever.” She finished, watching his face.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He stated plainly. She shrugged. Most people had that reaction when she said she was infertile, honestly. 

“It doesn’t bother me. I have enough health problems. A pregnancy would probably kill me. Also, I don’t want to pass my genes on anyway.” She took another bite.

“Can you still…you know? Have sex and..stuff?” His question was soft.

“I mean, I haven’t tried. But yeah, I can. I just…haven’t. I still do things myself and it turns out just fine, and the doctor said I’d be able to have a normal sexual life, I just can’t have kids.” She finished her sandwich, wiping her hands off on her sweatpants. “What about you?”

“Me? I mean, I think I can have kids-” He started, but she cut him off with a giggle.

“No, Eddie. I mean, have you had sex?” 

“Oh. Uh, no, actually. I’ve fooled around with a couple of girls, mostly when I was a junior, but I haven’t…gone all the way with anyone.” He was pulling one of his curls in front of his face, suddenly shy.

She smiled. “That’s good to know.” She picked up her plate, putting it in her lap and wheeling herself out of the dining room to put her plate in the sink just as her mother emerged from her bedroom, bags under her eyes. 

“Hey Honey, Eddie.” Pamela mumbled, reaching into the cabinet above the counter to start herself some coffee. “I’ll be headin’ out in an hour. Eddie, do you need to go grab yourself some things from your house?”

Eddie nodded. “Yes, mam. I can be back in about an hour.” He placed his own plate in the sink on top of Honey’s, brushing past her wheelchair and placing a hand on her shoulder. 

“Okay then, she’ll be here when you get back.” Pamela answered, still blinking sleep out of her eyes as she mixed up her coffee, yawning.

Eddie smiled at the two women in the kitchen as he grabbed his jacket to go, and they smiled back. Once he was out the door, Pamela turned to Honey. “He seems nice.”

“He is nice, Mama. I wish you hadn’t talked to him without me knowin’, though.” Honey said, wheeling backwards a few inches so she didn’t have to crane her neck as much to see her mother.

“I’m sorry baby girl, I just wanted to have a chance to get to know him and make sure he wasn’t…I don’t know. Like your father, I guess. I wanted to make sure he was an honest man, even when you weren’t lookin’.”

“I know, Mama. But I’m not a baby. I know I have limitations, but I don’t like being treated like a child who doesn’t know any better just because I’m disabled. It’s infantilizin’ and uncomfortable. I wish you would have just asked me first.” Honey replied, leaning back in her wheelchair a little.

Mama gave a short nod of her head. “I don’t mean to make you feel that way, Honeysuckle. I’m sorry. I know you’re not a baby, but I just worry about you.” She squatted down, bringing herself a little closer to Honey’s height in the wheelchair. “You’re an amazin’ young woman, you’re smart and strong and so, so kind, and I love that about you. I don’t ever want you to feel like your limitations can stop you. I just want to make sure you have the support that you need, from me, from your friends, and from your partners. Okay?”

Honey nodded, and Mama patted her cheek and stood up, picking up her coffee and taking a sip. “You’re goin’ to work earlier than usual. Another double?” Honey asked.

Mama nodded. “More like a shift and a half. Mary-Anna’s son is comin’ in from college today and she wants to meet him at the house and get him settled. I’m takin’ the second half of her shift, then working my usual 12 hours.”

“Is there anythin’ you want me to do around the house while you’re workin’ tonight? Laundry, cleanin’, dishes?” Honey replied, following her mother into the living room. 

“No, Honey. I want you to rest and heal. You know you’ve got to give your hip time to settle or it’s just gonna keep hurtin’.” Mama answered, putting her coffee down on the living room table to stretch.

“Can I go back to school on Monday?” Honey blurted out, then rushed on before her mother could answer. “It’s only a half day, I could have Eddie drive me in and drive me home, and we’d be off the rest of the week after that. Just one day, so I can pick up my missed assignments and see my friends? Please, Mama?” Honey put her hands together as though praying, bringing them up towards her mother.

“Honey, we’ve been over this.” Mama sat on the couch, facing Honey. “I know you miss school and your friends, but I don’t feel comfortable sendin’ you back just yet. You can go back after Thanksgiving.”

“But Mama, I’m already almost a week behind in my classes. It’s just one day. I promise, I’ll be careful, I’ll stay in my chair, I’ll ask others for help -”

“No, Honey.” Mama interrupted. “I’m sorry, but no. You can ask Eddie to get your missed schoolwork, or I can go pick it up Monday mornin’. But you’re not goin’ back to school until after Thanksgiving. If you want, you can have your friends over after school on Monday. But no, no school.”

Honey pouted, hands falling back into her lap. “But-”

“No.” Mama answered, voice stern. “I know you think I’m bein’ mean, but you have to let yourself heal.”

Honey sighed. She knew Mama was right. She’d have to talk to Eddie and see if they could bring the Party together at her house again after school on Monday. Maybe play for a few hours, or just hang out. She just knew she missed all of them. She’d been way too deep in her drug haze yesterday to really appreciate having them around. 

“I’m gonna go take a shower, okay?” Mama stood, kissing the top of Honey’s head, taking her coffee into her room. Honey listened, hearing the shower in Mama’s bathroom turn on, before she wheeled herself back to her bedroom. She sat there for a few minutes, contemplating what to do. She wanted to distract herself from the dull ache in her hip, and her immediate thought was to sleep again. But no, she’d slept enough. She felt well enough to go without the medicine, which meant her mind was clear. She spent so long sitting there, debating on what to do, that she was still there when she heard her mother’s shower turn off. A bath. That’s what she needed. Wash the last of the drug haze off, clean herself up, and then maybe she’d work on some required reading for school until Eddie got back. Mind made up, she wheeled herself into the bathroom.

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Eddie

The quick trip home felt cold without Honey - although that might have been because it was 30 degrees outside. Once home, Eddie threw items into his duffel bag almost without looking - something to sleep in, something to wear tomorrow, a toothbrush, a hairbrush, his D&D notebook - just in case he needed something to do. He scribbled out a note for Wayne, leaving it on the kitchen counter for him, before he headed back out to the van and took off back to Honey’s house. Between driving home, packing his bag, writing his note, stopping for gas, and driving back to her house, the whole trip couldn’t have taken more than an hour; but when he pulled up, Pamela’s car was gone. 

Grabbing his bag, he headed inside, finding the door unlocked. He kicked his shoes off, closing the door softly to avoid waking Honey if she had gone back to sleep. He was just outside her room when he heard her humming from inside, a different song than usual. He didn’t know this one - it wasn’t a popular song, clearly. It was slow, sweet, and low. Maybe a hymn? But she wasn’t religious, why would she be humming a hymn? He shrugged it off, feeling a wicked grin settle on his face. Should he jump through her door and shout ‘BOO’? No, probably not. But would it be funny for half a second, knowing he could grovel for her forgiveness the rest of the night? Absolutely. Silently, he set his duffel bag down, turning the knob on her door gently so it wouldn’t make noise. With a deep breath, he swung the door open, throwing himself into her room.

“BOO - Oh my god!” Quickly, he slapped his hand over his eyes as she shrieked, pulling her towel up to cover her nude body, water droplets flying from her hair. “I’m sorry Honey! I didn’t realize you were - oh my god, I’m so sorry. Jesus, oh my god.” He muttered, eyes squeezed shut behind his hand as he felt himself blush. 

“Damn it Eddie!” She half-shouted back. “I’m tryin’ to get dressed!” She didn’t sound angry, more surprised than anything.

He turned his back to her, staring at the blank wall. “Should I step out or…?” He wasn’t really sure what to do. He didn’t mind stepping out, but he didn’t want to accidentally see any more of her in the process.

“Just…just don’t look. Give me a minute. I’ll let you know when I’m decent.” Her voice was a little softer, and he could hear her rustling through her dresser drawers.

Eddie bit his lip, keeping his eyes trained on a speck of dirt on her otherwise clean wallpaper. He took a breath, willing himself to think about anything but the brief glimpse of her body that he’d seen. Of course, trying not to think of it just meant that he couldn’t stop thinking about it. The drops of water coming from her hair, dripping down to her pink nipples - hard from the cold, and begging to be touched. The soft, squishy roundness of her hips and stomach, the little tuft of strawberry-blonde curls between her legs, the thick thighs he wanted to grab and kiss. He bit back a groan, closing his eyes and reminding himself to try and breathe as his pants became uncomfortably tight.

“Okay, I’m dressed.” She said it so quietly that he almost didn’t hear her. He turned. She was leaning against the dresser, holding herself up to keep pressure off her hip, a deep red blush covering her face and bleeding down into her chest.

“I’m so sorry Honey, I didn’t mean to-” He started, then stopped himself. He did mean to jump in and give her a little scare, he just didn’t realize she’d be naked. “I mean, I just wanted to surprise you, I didn’t realize you were…” He trailed off, blushing, as he pulled a curl in front of his face again. 

“It’s fine, it’s passed.” She mumbled, looking anywhere but at him. 

He walked over, placing his hands on her dresser and leaning over her so that she was caged in by his body and his arms. He grew bold. “If it’s any consolation, Honey…I think your body is beautiful. You’re not embarrassed by it, right?” He asked, bringing one hand up to raise her chin, forcing her to look at him.

She shook her head. “No, I like my body.” She mumbled, eyes trailing over his freckles.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, pressing a little closer. She nodded, and he leaned in, sliding one arm around her shoulders and the other around her waist. From the gasp she let out, he knew she could feel how hard he was as he pressed himself into her. He pulled back, lips still pressed together, and spoke against her mouth. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, I promise. But I really, really want to touch you, if that’s okay.” He whispered, eyes closed, reveling in her softness. “I won’t do anything until you say yes.” He added.

She stayed quiet for a few seconds, thinking. “I’m not ready to go all the way,” She finally said, pausing for a shaky breath. “But I wouldn’t mind…foolin’ around a little. It’s just…my first time, you know? I don’t really know what to - or how to -” She’d started to sputter a little now, clearly embarrassed by her inexperience.

“Hey, hey, Honey, it’s okay.” He pulled his face away from hers to make eye contact. “I don’t have a lot of experience either, remember? We’ll just do what feels right, and if you want me to stop, I will. Okay?” He brought the hand around her shoulders up, pushing her partially-dry curls out of her face. “I’ve wanted to touch you since the first time I met you. I can wait longer if you need me to. We can stop right here if you want, go watch a movie, or cuddle for a while. Or we can do a little more. I don’t mind.”

She was looking up at him with those big, wet, gray eyes, searching his face, chewing the corner of her lower lip. “I want to keep goin’.” She finally stated, sliding her hands up his chest and wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’ve thought about you like that for a long time.” She admitted.

“Like what?” He asked, leaning down to kiss her cheek, trailing his lips down to her neck as he slipped both arms around her waist now. 

“I mean I’ve thought about you while I’ve…taken care of myself.” She muttered against his hair.

He groaned against her neck, arms tightening, as he lifted her up to turn her around and deposit her on her bed. She squealed, then giggled as he came to rest over her body again. “You can’t just say something like that and not expect me to want you.” He whispered, capturing her lips again. Remembering her injured hip, he moved carefully, slowly pushing his hips between her legs, allowing her to open her legs at her own pace so that he could press against her. “Tell me if I hurt you, okay?” He muttered as he pulled his mouth away for a minute. She nodded against him, and he moved back in again. 

When they finally separated for air, he was harder than he could ever remember being. He traced the strap of her tank top with his fingers, waiting for her to stop him. When she didn’t, he let his hands wander down to the hem. “Can I take it off?” He asked, fingers gripping the edge, feeling the heat of her skin just underneath. 

“Yes.” She lifted herself, just a little bit, and he pulled the tank top over her head, his eyes instantly going to her breasts. 

“Jesus Christ.” He breathed, bringing his face down to kiss the slope of one. “I knew you were beautiful, but shit. You’re amazing.” He kissed closer to her nipple, hearing her take a sharp breath to calm herself. “Breathtaking.” He added, one kiss closer. “Perfect.” And he took her nipple into his mouth, flicking over it with his tongue as he brought his hand up, pinching her other nipple gently.

All at once, as though a switch flipped, her nervousness and shyness had gone. She whimpered, lifting her back to press her breasts against his mouth and fingers, her own hands coming to tangle in his hair and hold him to her. He grinned against her skin, eyes closed, and sucked her nipple harder into his mouth, bringing his teeth together for a gentle nibble. “Eddie.” She whined, one hand releasing his hair to grip his shoulder.

He pulled his head back, still rolling her other nipple between his fingers. “Yes, princess?” He asked, grinning. Her eyes were half closed, a pink flush across her cheeks. God, she was really beautiful. “What do you need, baby?” He asked, bumping her nose with his, trailing his lips against hers. 

“I don’t know.” She admitted, gasping. “But…more. Just more.” She lifted her hips, pressing herself against him, squirming under him. 

He groaned again, his head dropping to litter kisses across her collarbone as he pressed himself against her, stilling her hips against the mattress. “I want to give you more.” He whispered against her skin, standing and stripping his shirt off. He watched her eyes rake over his chest and tattoos as his fingers slipped down, down, down, to the waistband of her sweatpants. He hooked his fingers in, catching her panties at the same time, and raised his eyes to hers in a silent question. She swallowed, nodded, and lifted her hips.

In one swift motion, her sweatpants and panties were puddled on the bedroom floor, and she was naked in front of him again - this time, by choice. He trailed his lips along her calf, over her knee, to her thighs, pressing little kisses into her soft skin, being careful not to jostle her injured hip. He lifted her good leg, hooking her knee over his shoulder, and latched his lips to the doughy flesh of her thigh, marveling at the smell of her. “Tell me if you want to stop.” He reminded her, placing kisses closer and closer to where he wanted to be. She never stopped him, and after a few seconds, he found himself pressing his tongue against her opening, finally tasting her.

He wasn’t even surprised to realize she tasted almost sweet, but he was happy with the discovery. He pressed further, bringing his tongue up to circle her clit before wrapping his lips around the nub and sucking it, hard. She gasped, pulling her hips back. “Too much.” She whined. “Softer.”

He looked up at her, watching her through half lidded eyes. Her head was tilted back, her hands gripping the blanket - that same blanket he’d given her -, her breathing quick. He moved in again, sucking her clit back into his mouth, softer. This time, it was right. Her tense thighs relaxed, opening a little more, and she let out a moan. 

“Do that again.” He demanded, sucking again, this time adding a flick with his tongue. She followed his order, moaning again, and he dug his fingers into her thigh, pushing it back to open her even more for him. He pulled his lips off of her, licking them. “Can I give you more, baby?” He asked, the fingers of his other hand ghosting over her wet pussy lips. 

She opened her eyes to look at him, still gripping the blanket like she’d fly away. “Yes, please.” She whispered. He dropped his head against her thigh, grinning. Even in this state, she was polite. Pleases and thank you’s. He couldn’t get over her. 

Slowly, always giving her time to change her mind, he let his fingers trace up and down her opening, waiting until she was squirming before he finally pushed one in. She gasped, halting her movements. Slowly, he started to move his finger, gently pressing upwards into that spongy spot he’d found inside his first girlfriend three years before. He knew when he found the spot in Honey, because her eyes shot open and she pulled herself up, propping herself up on her elbows to watch him. He grinned, adding another finger, listening to her whimpers become moans again. 

He could feel her tightening around him, could see the blush in her face spreading to her chest and shoulders. She was getting close to her first orgasm with someone other than herself, and he was watching in awe, waiting for that moment where she’d fall over the precipice. Desperate to see her fall apart, he pressed his fingers up harder, rubbing that spongy spot, and brought his mouth down to her clit again.

That was all it took. One gentle suck, combined with the pressure of his fingers, and she came undone. Her head fell back, eyes closed, thighs squeezing around him, hips bucking up to meet him, her moans getting louder and louder until finally, she stilled and let herself drop back onto the mattress. He felt the coil inside his own stomach suddenly explode, with no warning, coating the inside of his boxers with his own release. He moaned against her clit, both shocked and satisfied.

When her insides stopped fluttering around his fingers, he slowly withdrew them, hearing her whine at the loss. He chuckled, bringing his fingers to his mouth to suck the taste of her off of them, before leaning down to kiss her again. She raised her head weakly, meeting his lips. 

“What about you?” She whispered, hands already sliding down his bare stomach and towards his pants. He grabbed her wrist, stopping her. 

“Baby, I…I came in my pants already. It doesn’t usually happen, it’s just been awhile since…” He was suddenly shy again, burying his face into her neck. “I’ll go clean myself up in a second.” He added. 

She giggled, her fingers tangling in his hair. “It’s okay.” She whispered, kissing his forehead. “I’m definitely going to give you more chances to keep doing that.”

Now it was his turn to whine. She was going to be the death of him.

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Understanding What Premature Ejaculation Is

Premature ejaculation is a common, yet often misunderstood, issue faced by many men around the globe. It can lead to frustration, anxiety, and even relationship problems. In this post, we delve into the hidden truth behind premature ejaculation, breaking down what it is, its causes, its impact on relationships, misconceptions, and effective treatment strategies.

Understanding What Premature Ejaculation Is Premature ejaculation is defined as an instance where a man reaches orgasm and ejaculates too quickly during sexual activity, often within a minute of penetration or sometimes even before. This condition is not limited to intercourse alone but can also occur during other forms of sexual activity, including masturbation. It’s perfectly normal to occasionally experience this; however, if it is a frequent occurrence, it may indicate a medical issue that requires professional attention.

The Main Causes of Premature Ejaculation Premature ejaculation’s origins remain an ongoing study, with psychological and biological elements usually interplaying. Mental aspects such as past sexual encounters, trauma, depression, and heightened anxiety can all play a part. From a biological perspective, hormone imbalances, genetic predispositions, and irregular reflex activity within the ejaculatory system could contribute. In many cases, it’s a blend of these factors that lead to the issue.

How Premature Ejaculation Affects Relationships Premature ejaculation can put significant strain on intimate relationships. Feelings of disappointment, frustration, and even embarrassment can arise, potentially leading to lower levels of sexual satisfaction. This, in turn, may influence the overall dynamics of a relationship, and in severe cases, could lead to complete avoidance of sexual activity. It’s crucial for individuals dealing with this issue to have open, non-judgmental conversations with their partners about these challenges, to alleviate tension and seek solutions together.

The Common Misconceptions About Premature Ejaculation There exist numerous myths surrounding premature ejaculation, which often lead to further anxiety and stress. One widespread fallacy is that it signals lack of sexual experience or self-control, which is far from the truth. Premature ejaculation is a medical condition, unrelated to an individual’s sexual prowess or restraint. Another prevailing misconception is that it is always a cause for alarm. In reality, infrequent instances of premature ejaculation are quite normal and generally don’t necessitate medical intervention.

Effective Treatment Strategies for Premature Ejaculation Several strategies can prove useful in managing premature ejaculation. One of these includes behavioral techniques like the “start-stop” and “squeeze” methods that can assist in prolonging ejaculation. Certain medications, including some types of antidepressants and topical anesthetics, can also aid in delaying ejaculation. For those where premature ejaculation is causing significant stress or issues within a relationship, seeking therapy or counseling could prove beneficial. Every individual is different, and what may work for one may not work for another, thus exploring different treatment options may be necessary.

The Role of Communication in Addressing Premature Ejaculation Open dialogue is key when dealing with premature ejaculation. It is essential to create a space where you and your partner can discuss the issue candidly. This can alleviate stress, improve mutual understanding, and pave the way for joint problem-solving. Besides, having these discussions can enhance your sexual connection and intimacy. Additionally, speaking to a healthcare professional about your experience and concerns can be invaluable. They can provide insights into the condition, suggest appropriate treatment methods, and offer reassurance. Remember, communication isn’t a sign of weakness; it’s a powerful tool in addressing and overcoming premature ejaculation.

Seeking Professional Help for Premature Ejaculation When the distress caused by premature ejaculation begins to weigh heavily on your emotional well-being or relationships, it’s essential to reach out for professional assistance. A competent healthcare provider can pinpoint the root of your condition and tailor a comprehensive treatment strategy to your specific situation. This could encompass medication, therapy sessions, or implementing behavioral techniques. Never feel ashamed to ask for help, as treatment can dramatically enhance not only your overall life quality but also the state of your personal relationships. Remember, everyone deserves to lead a satisfying and fulfilling sexual life.

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The Role Of Tadalista Super Active In Overcoming Premature Ejaculation: Dual Benefits For Sexual Health

Premature ejaculation (PE) is a common sexual health issue affecting many men around the world. Characterized by the inability to delay ejaculation during sexual activity, PE can lead to reduced sexual satisfaction and strain on relationships.

Fortunately, advances in medical treatments offer hope for those seeking solutions. One such treatment is Tadalista Super Active, a medication designed not only to address erectile dysfunction (ED) but also to provide significant benefits for managing premature ejaculation.

In this article, we’ll explore how Tadalista Super Active works, its dual benefits, and how it can help improve overall sexual health.

Understanding Premature Ejaculation

Premature ejaculation is a condition where a man ejaculates sooner than desired during sexual activity, often within a minute of penetration. This can result in frustration, embarrassment, and dissatisfaction for both partners.

Various factors contribute to PE, including psychological stress, anxiety, and hormonal imbalances. The condition impacts sexual performance and emotional well-being, making it crucial to find effective treatment options.

Introduction to Tadalista Super Active

Tadalista Super Active is a specialized form of tadalafil, a well-known medication used to treat erectile dysfunction. Unlike standard tadalafil products, Tadalista Super Active is formulated to offer rapid onset and longer-lasting effects.

The active ingredient, tadalafil, works by increasing blood flow to the penis, helping achieve and maintain an erection. However, Tadalista Super Active has a unique formulation that also targets the mechanisms involved in premature ejaculation, making it a dual-purpose medication.

Dual Benefits of Tadalista Super Active

Addressing Premature Ejaculation

One of the standout features of Tadalista Super Active is its ability to help delay ejaculation. The medication’s effects on the PDE5 enzyme not only support erectile function but also contribute to prolonging the duration before ejaculation.

By improving blood flow and enhancing stamina, Tadalista Super Active can help men maintain better control over their ejaculation. Clinical studies and user testimonials suggest that many men experience a significant increase in the time to ejaculation, leading to more satisfying sexual encounters.

Enhancing Erectile Function

In addition to addressing premature ejaculation, Tadalista Super Active improves erectile function. The enhanced blood flow facilitated by the medication ensures that erections are stronger and more sustainable.

This dual-action approach helps men tackle both ED and PE simultaneously, offering comprehensive support for sexual health. The combined benefits of improved erection quality and better control over ejaculation boost confidence and overall sexual satisfaction, creating a more fulfilling intimate experience.

How to Use Tadalista Super Active Effectively

To maximize the benefits of Tadalafil Tadalista Super Active, it is essential to follow the recommended dosage and usage guidelines. Typically, the medication is taken in a 20 mg dose, about 30 to 60 minutes before sexual activity.

This allows the medication to reach optimal levels in the bloodstream and start working effectively. For best results, avoid consuming alcohol or fatty meals before taking the medication, as these can impact its effectiveness.

Always consult with a healthcare provider to determine the appropriate dosage and ensure that Tadalista Super Active is suitable for your specific condition.

Comparing Tadalista Super Active with Other Treatments

When comparing Tadalista Super Active to other treatments for PE and ED, it stands out due to its dual benefits. While many medications focus solely on addressing erectile dysfunction, Tadalista Super Active provides a dual-action approach that tackles both ED and PE.

Alternatives such as selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors (SSRIs) are primarily used for managing PE but do not address erectile issues. Conversely, Tadalista Super Active offers a comprehensive solution, making it a preferred choice for many men seeking to enhance their sexual health.

Lifestyle Tips for Improving Sexual Health

In addition to using Tadalista Super Active, adopting a healthy lifestyle can further improve sexual health. Engaging in regular exercise, managing stress, and maintaining open communication with your partner are essential for overall well-being.

Stress and anxiety can exacerbate both PE and ED, so incorporating relaxation techniques and fostering a supportive relationship can complement the benefits of the medication.

Conclusion

Tadalista Super Active is a groundbreaking medication that addresses both premature ejaculation and erectile dysfunction. By improving blood flow and extending control over ejaculation, it offers dual benefits that can significantly enhance sexual satisfaction and overall quality of life.

If you’re struggling with PE or ED, consider exploring Tadalista Super Active as a potential solution. Consult with a healthcare provider to determine if this medication is right for you, and take the first step towards a more fulfilling and confident sexual experience.

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World Best-1 Senior Sexologist Doctor in Patna, Bihar | Dr. Sunil Dubey

Know the exact reason why you don’t improve your Premature Ejaculation:-

Mostly people ask - what is premature ejaculation?

Ejaculation in men occurs shortly before or during the initial phase of intercourse. The average time for this ejaculation in men is less than or equal to one minute.

Understand the facts of Premature Ejaculation:-

First of all, people should understand that this is not a sexual problem, but it is a psychological disorder. Actually, it is related to the sexual life of the person, especially in terms of time, so it is considered a sexual and psychological disorder in men.

World famous Ayurvedacharya Dr. Sunil Dubey says that there are many physical and psychological reasons that can lead a person to premature ejaculation. This can happen when a man becomes too excited or his penile is too sensitive. This can also happen when a person is nervous or uncomfortable with his new partner.

He says that mainly, psychological factors include like performance anxiety, lower level of confidence, sexual guilt, or too much excited. Mainly, human psychology disorder plays a big role to this premature ejaculation in men.

How to avoid this premature ejaculation:

Dr. Sunil Dubey, the best clinical sexologist in Patna, Bihar says that mostly people ask how he can stop this quick ejaculation in his sexual activity. Some people ask why they can only last 30 seconds in bed. Even some women want to know the better and accurate solution of this problem during the treatment of their husbands.

This gold medalist sexologist doctor says that any sexual problem can be cured if the patient follows his doctor and medicine properly. In case of sexual problem, first of all people should know about the real cause of their problem only then they should start their treatment which will be better forever.

He has researched premature ejaculation in his sexology medical science profession. Since he practices at Dubey Clinic, he did his research on theoretical and practical basis. He found that there are mainly four stages of premature ejaculation that affect a man at different times.

A patient suffering from premature ejaculation goes to a sexologist doctor and starts his treatment but there is no improvement in his problem, why?

Here, people should be aware about choosing their clinical sexologist doctor in case of their sexual treatment. The one who is an expert in Ayurveda and sexology medical science and has a great experience in this profession is the right one for their treatment.

Dr. Sunil Dubey treats an average of thirty sexual patients at Dubey Clinic every day, out of which more than 10 suffer from premature ejaculation. He found that they are suffering from premature ejaculation sexual problem at different stages. He treats this type of sexual patient with a special care where he finds out his actual psychological, behavioral, and sexual thoughts for this sexual problem. After that, he provides them his treatment and medication.

In his sexologist profession, he has successfully treated more than 4.56 lakh sexual patients where more than 1.50 lakh sexual patients were affected with premature ejaculation. His sexual counseling and behavioral therapies are unmatched because he provides his treatment in accordance with his experience and specialty. Dr. Sunil Dubey says that people who have performance anxiety, stress and erection problems are easily susceptible to premature ejaculation.

People have several misconceptions about timing of sexual activity:

Most people ask about their time and think that if they last longer in bed they will be stronger and more capable. Dr. Sunil Dubey says that it completely depends on many factors and may vary from time to time. Sexual activity matters for intercourse where it takes an average of five to ten minutes. For a man, he gets orgasm after ejaculation. For a woman, she is completely different from a man. She needs emotion, affection, caress and care after that she gets her orgasm.

How to know if a person is suffering from premature ejaculation:-

People can usually figure out if they have premature ejaculation by knowing the symptoms. First, premature ejaculation starts from the first time they have sexual intercourse. Second, it occurs in more than 80-90% of every time they have sexual activity. Third, it may change slightly with increasing age.

Is Premature Ejaculation a permanent sexual problem?

Premature Ejaculation is not a permanent sexual problem but it is just like a nature of ejaculation where a man has to heal his problem. Natural methods and treatments can help to overcome this problem.

Best Ayurveda and Sexology Medical Science Dubey Clinic for Sexual Treatment in Patna, Bihar

If you want to get rid of any of your sexual problems, Dubey Clinic is a certified and quality-proven Ayurveda and Sexology medical science clinic that provides complete treatment for male and female sexual patients. Dr. Sunil Dubey is one of the best sexologist doctors in Bihar, India who practices in this clinic located in Langar Toli, Chauraha and Patna-04. He is a gold medalist and Bharat Gaurav award winner whose contribution to the treatment of sexual patients is incomparable.

He is the most successful Ayurvedic medical researcher and expert in sexology medical science in the world. He provides sexual therapy not only in India but also abroad such as USA, London, Dubai, Gulf countries and other countries. People respect him and follow his guidelines to improve their sexual problems for all the time being.

If you want to consult Dr. Sunil Dubey, make an appointment at Dubey Clinic. Appointments are available over the phone every day from 8 am to 8 pm. More than forty people visit Dubey Clinic every day to get their sexual problems cured. Don't waste your time, especially if you live in Patna, Bihar. This is the right destination for all the sexual patients who want to get rid of their problems from root.

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Premature Ejaculation 5 Helpful Tips

Premature Ejaculation 5 Helpful Tricks for Your Love Life

Which man doesn't know it? You're just getting into the swing of things, but you couldn't stop yourself... You've already heated things up during foreplay, and now that you're about to get started and want to pounce on each other like animals, you realize after not even 30 seconds that you might come too quickly again. But why again? You consciously focused on your partner this time, approached the whole thing very gently. Anyone affected by premature ejaculation knows this feeling. Premature ejaculation is a very unpleasant experience for every man. Experiencing premature ejaculation once can make you lose your sexual desire and confidence once and for all. Most men are afraid of finding themselves in a similar situation again.

Premature Ejaculation Home Remedies The reasons for premature ejaculation are barely researched. So far, there are only speculations: Some experts imagine that biological factors such as an oversensitive penis or changes in the interaction of hormones and nerves are the cause. Some of them lie in psychological factors such as relationship problems or insecurities. Biological and psychological factors can also be responsible together and influence each other. Some men have been dealing with premature ejaculation since the beginning of their sexual lives. For others, they only occur later in life; then they are referred to as "acquired" premature ejaculations.   About 4% of the men worldwirde experience regular premature ejaculation during sex. Premature ejaculation is a well-known and widespread problem for many men. Men affected by this problem often feel very ashamed in front of their partner and just as often feel unmanly. This also results in these men putting a tremendous amount of pressure on themselves and, in not uncommon cases, even completely losing interest in sex.   But   The good news: Coming too early during sex is not a fate you have to live with. However, you should first come to terms with the fact that something is not going as you imagine it. Then causes need to be found, and in the next step, you can start working on your sexual stamina. Sounds complicated? It's not! We'll show you how to better control your ejaculation.   When do you actually speak of "coming too early"? When is coming early actually "too early"? How long should it take between the first penetration into your partner and ejaculation, so that it is not understood as premature ejaculation? According to the definition in medicine, a man has "come too early" if he has ejaculated within a period of about one minute after penetrating his partner. However, this definition does not take into account several factors. - How long did foreplay last? - How aroused was he before penetration? - How long have the two known each other?   Ultimately, one can only speak of a problem or a "sexual disorder" if:   - It is a recurring "problem." - The man or even the relationship suffers from it.   But before we get to our premature ejaculation home remedies, here's a very important tip for preventing premature ejaculation. Talk to each other! It doesn't mean that there's something wrong with you just because you come "too early." Work together and "train" and experiment :-) And in the meantime, there are still some ways you can bring your partner to orgasm in one way or another. It's very important to have fun with it.

Premature Ejaculation Home Remedies Trick Number 1 — Pelvic Floor Training Pelvic floor training is not only a great way for women to increase the quality and intensity of their orgasms. It can also be a great home remedy for men to delay premature ejaculation. Through this training, you gain more control over the tension and relaxation as well as your sensations during sex.   Premature Ejaculation Home Remedies Trick Number 2 — Use Your Hips Too Instead of just going through the "in-out" motion during sex, "work" with your pelvis. Circle your pelvis and try something new, you and your partner will surely feel new sensations that you both enjoy. While you "work" with your hips, keep the rest of your body still. This way, you can control your heart rate and won't get aroused as quickly.   Premature Ejaculation Home Remedies Trick Number 3 — Use Numbing Condoms Perhaps try condoms that have a slight numbing effect on your member. There are some good reviews for these condoms. One example would be these condoms from Billy Boy.   Premature Ejaculation Home Remedies Trick Number 4 — The Start-Stop Method In the so-called "start-stop method," the penis is stimulated during sex until you are on the verge of ejaculation. You probably know this point as the "point of no return." With this method, the act is stopped just before reaching this point, and you wait until your arousal subsides. In the meantime, you can also continue to arouse your partner with your hands or tongue. This method can also be used during masturbation to delay ejaculation. With this method, the man can perceive his arousal better over time and thus better control his ejaculation.   Premature Ejaculation Home Remedies Trick Number 5 — Deep and Conscious Breathing Through conscious belly breathing, you can relax yourself and your muscles. A clear advantage is that through deep breathing, you can experience the moment much better, which means you can perceive your body much better and better gauge the point of no return. This will help you with methods such as the start-stop method or other methods such as the squeeze method.

How to Stop Premature Ejaculation If you're wondering how to stop premature ejaculation, there are several techniques and approaches you can try. From pelvic floor exercises to behavioral techniques like the start-stop method, there are methods that can help you gain better control over your ejaculation timing. It's essential to explore these options and find what works best for you and your partner.   Pelvic Floor Exercises (Kegels): Strengthening your pelvic floor muscles can help improve your ejaculatory control. Kegel exercises involve contracting and relaxing the muscles that support your pelvic organs. To perform Kegels, identify your pelvic floor muscles by stopping the flow of urine midstream. Once you've located these muscles, contract them for a few seconds, then release. Aim to do several sets of Kegels daily, gradually increasing the duration of each contraction.   Behavioral Techniques: Start-Stop Method: During sexual activity, practice the start-stop method by stimulating your penis until you're about to ejaculate, then pause or stop altogether until the urge subsides. Resume sexual activity and repeat as needed. This technique can help you identify your arousal levels and delay ejaculation.   Squeeze Technique: Similar to the start-stop method, the squeeze technique involves stimulating your penis until you're close to ejaculation, then having your partner gently squeeze the base of your penis for several seconds. This helps reduce arousal and delay ejaculation.   Edging: Edging involves intentionally bringing yourself to the brink of orgasm repeatedly without ejaculating. By practicing edging during masturbation or sexual activity, you can learn to recognize and control your arousal levels, ultimately improving ejaculatory control.   Behavioral Therapy: Cognitive-behavioral therapy (CBT) or sex therapy can help address psychological factors contributing to premature ejaculation, such as performance anxiety or relationship issues. A therapist can provide coping strategies, relaxation techniques, and communication skills to enhance sexual satisfaction and confidence.   Medications: In some cases, medications such as selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors (SSRIs) or topical anesthetics may be prescribed to delay ejaculation. SSRIs, typically used to treat depression and anxiety, have been found to have a side effect of delaying ejaculation. Topical anesthetics, applied to the penis, can reduce sensitivity and prolong sexual activity.   Lifestyle Changes: Making certain lifestyle adjustments can also help manage premature ejaculation. These may include reducing stress, practicing relaxation techniques such as mindfulness or deep breathing exercises, maintaining a healthy diet and exercise routine, and avoiding excessive alcohol or drug use.   Communication with Your Partner: Open communication with your partner is key to overcoming premature ejaculation. Discussing your concerns, preferences, and desires can reduce performance pressure and improve intimacy. Experimenting with different sexual activities, positions, and techniques together can also enhance your sexual experiences. What Causes Premature Ejaculation Understanding what causes premature ejaculation is crucial for finding effective solutions. While the exact causes can vary from person to person, factors such as psychological issues, relationship problems, and biological factors like hypersensitivity or hormonal imbalances can contribute to premature ejaculation. By identifying and addressing these underlying causes, you can better manage and overcome premature ejaculation.

  Psychological Factors: Stress, anxiety, depression, and performance pressure can all play significant roles in premature ejaculation. For example, performance anxiety related to fears of inadequacy or past negative sexual experiences may contribute to ejaculatory issues. Additionally, psychological conditions such as obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) or post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) can impact sexual function. Relationship Issues: Poor communication, unresolved conflicts, lack of emotional intimacy, or sexual dissatisfaction within a relationship can lead to premature ejaculation. Addressing relationship dynamics, improving communication skills, and seeking couples therapy may help alleviate these issues. Biological Factors: Various biological factors can contribute to premature ejaculation, including: Hypersensitivity: Some men may have an overly sensitive penis, leading to heightened arousal and quicker ejaculation. Hormonal Imbalances: Imbalances in hormone levels, particularly serotonin, dopamine, and testosterone, can affect ejaculatory control. Neurological Factors: Conditions affecting the nervous system, such as multiple sclerosis (MS) or nerve damage from injury or surgery, may disrupt signals between the brain and genitalia, leading to premature ejaculation. Genetic Predisposition: There may be a genetic component to premature ejaculation, with certain individuals predisposed to ejaculatory issues. Medical Conditions: Certain medical conditions, such as prostate problems, thyroid disorders, or urinary tract infections, can contribute to premature ejaculation. Treating underlying medical issues may help improve ejaculatory function. Lifestyle Factors: Lifestyle choices such as excessive alcohol consumption, smoking, drug use, or poor dietary habits may impact sexual function and contribute to premature ejaculation. Adopting a healthier lifestyle through regular exercise, balanced nutrition, and stress management techniques can support overall sexual health. How to Cure Premature Ejaculation While there's no one-size-fits-all cure for premature ejaculation, there are various treatments and strategies that can help you manage and reduce its impact on your sex life. From therapy and counseling to medications and lifestyle changes, there are options available depending on the severity of your condition. It's essential to consult with a healthcare professional to determine the most suitable treatment plan for you.   Home Remedy for Premature Ejaculation In addition to medical treatments, there are also natural home remedies that may help alleviate premature ejaculation symptoms. Techniques such as deep breathing exercises, pelvic floor exercises, and herbal supplements have been reported to have positive effects for some individuals. However, it's essential to approach these remedies with caution and consult with a healthcare provider before trying them.   Do you have any other home remedies that can help to not come too early? Feel free to write them in the comments.   Read the full article

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An overview of premature ejaculation

Sexual problems can have an effect on a man's life to the extent that they can ruin his sex life completely. Of these problems, premature ejaculation is one of the most find out more here commonly experienced sexual problem. Read further to learn about its symptoms, causes and treatment.

Sexual health is a major concern for men, especially when it comes to making them feel self conscious about their sexuality. Many of the sexual problems are such that can leave a man embarrassed in front of their partner. And as the problems continue, a man can slowly start being distant from his partner and even avoid situations that can lead to sexual encounter. Sexual problems in men can also be a reason for breakups and divorces in extreme cases. This is mostly because men are hesitant in sharing their problems with their partner, or seek medical assistance. But this is again because sexual problems, in earlier times, were considered a taboo. Some of these sexual problems include erectile dysfunction, premature ejaculation problems and problems related to libido.

What is premature ejaculation?

Premature ejaculation is one of those major sexual problems that can hinder a man's sex life. As a you can experience early ejaculation, or reach climax earlier than either you or your partner desire. As such there is no specific time which can be said as being too early for ejaculation, but in general a man normally may take from around 8 to 15 vaginal thrusts to 30 minutes. Men who are suffering from premature ejaculation usually have ejaculation within just a minute or two of vaginal penetration. The neurotransmitter serotonin is said to play a major role in bringing about ejaculation. So when the serotonin level droops in your brain, it brings about the premature ejaculation symptom. This is the reason why Priligy, which belongs to the SSRI (Selective Serotonin Re-uptake Inhibitors), has proven to be very effective.

What are the causes of premature ejaculation?

Sexual excitement is the prey of a notion, that the control and modulation that one brings about are a part of learned behaviour. If a man has learned or gathered the facts incorrectly or inadequately, then he might end up with suffering from  Physical factors such as neurological conditions can also be responsible for bringing about premature ejaculation. Infection of the prostate gland or urethritis can also be the causes of premature ejaculation. With the increase in substance abuse, those men who are suffering from withdrawal symptoms are likely to suffer from premature ejaculation. Psychological factors such as anxiety, stress, guilt, depression and lack of confidence can also cause premature ejaculation.

How can Priligy help in the treatment of premature ejaculation?

Dapoxetine is the only prescription medication that is available for the treatment of premature ejaculation. Dapoxetine is the active ingredient present in the pill, which improves the serotonin level in your brain, in order to control your ejaculations. Men who have been taking this pill have benefited to a great extent and some have also been able to gain control over their ejaculation. This pill is available in the dosage strengths of 30 mg and 60 mg, which can be safely taken by those who are 18 years or older. But Priligy should be avoided by men who are above the age of 64 years. You are required to take one pill at least one to three hours prior to getting engaged in a sexual act.

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Wi/ll seems like one of those guys who'd cum really quickly and get embarrassed over it while Van/ny seems like someone who'd purposefully try and see how many times she can make him cum within an hour

On a (maybe?) related note, what was their first time like?

Those are correct assessments of both of them. Wi/ll can cum in 5 minutes or less, and he has prematurely ejaculated a few times as well. Those few times haunt him. And Va/nny LOVES milking him. Current record is 7 times in one hour. She's determined to get it to 10.

As for their first time, I actually tried writing a fic of it a long while ago. Just didn't pan out. But the idea was that they'd been getting more and more intimate while at work and during one of those times Va/nny suggests having sex because, at that point, why not? Of course, it takes some convincing for Wi/ll but he eventually agrees. He fucks her on his desk and ends up cumming in less than 5 minutes and is so incredibly embarrassed and apologetic but Va/nny doesn't mind at all. Tells him she thinks it's cute and he just gets even more flustered. They go for a couple more rounds and on the last one, Va/nny makes him cum inside her, thus starting the trend of fucking raw and creampie-ing her.

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Are you a sexual patient suffering from premature ejaculation sexual disorder? Generally, there are many physical and psychological factors that can lead a man to premature ejaculation. This can happen when a man is very excited or his private parts are very sensitive. If a man is uncomfortable with a new partner, premature ejaculation may also occur.

Dr. Sunil Dubey is the best sexologist doctor in Patna says that psychological factors also include performance anxiety. This may be due to discomfort in living with a new partner. Lacks of self-confidence, guilt, over-excitation or excitement are other reasons that lead a man towards premature ejaculation.

Most of the people or sexual patients come to Dubey Clinic and ask the following questions to our Gold Medalist Sexologist Dr. Sunil Dubey-

Why do I only last 30 seconds in bed?

Is 3 minutes ejaculation is normal?

How can I stop my quick ejaculation?

How do I increase my timing in bed?

Our world famous senior sexologist Dr. Sunil Dubey answers the above complete question in a simple way. He says that if a man wants to overcome his premature ejaculation then he has to follow some natural rules in his daily life.

Taking a deep breath to briefly shut down the ejaculating relax having sexual activity with your partner.

The most common cause of premature ejaculation is performance anxiety, stress, and erection problems.

A female should support her partner in bed and encourage each other. A male partner needs to try to utilize behavioral therapy. Pay attention to each other.

The sexual satisfaction can vary from person to person but here it is important for couple how both get satisfied in this sexual activity.

Consult Ayurveda Healthcare Specialist or Sexologist Doctor

Dubey Clinic is a certified Ayurveda and Sexology medical science clinic in Patna that provides treatment and medicine for all types of sexual male and female patients. This clinic provides completely naturopathy, Ayurveda therapy and herbal treatment to sexual patients. This clinic also facilitates serious relationship issues between couples which always affect the psychology causing low libido in them.

If you are a sexual patient and want to get permanent solution to your sexual dysfunction then you should contact Dubey Clinic. This clinic provides treatment and pharmaceutical privileges all over India. Genuine needy sexual patients can contact this clinic over phone and take an appointment. This service is available daily from 08:00 AM to 08:00 PM.

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