#Women's Underwear Online

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Shape and Support with High Compression Leggings

Comfortable, sculpting, and confidence-boosting—High Compression Leggings from Secret Slimwear are more than just another pair of leggings. They’re designed for women who want a flattering silhouette and everyday ease without sacrificing support. Whether you're wearing them to the gym, lounging at home, or layering under an outfit, these leggings deliver versatile shaping with a sleek finish.

In today’s fashion world, slimming wear has become a staple. These leggings offer a seamless blend of body shaping apparel and casual style—built for real life and real movement. The supportive compression helps smooth your shape, offering a sculpted look while remaining breathable and comfortable for extended wear.

What Makes These Leggings Stand Out?

• High-rise design for tummy coverage and core support • Compression fabric that smooths without feeling restrictive • Versatile enough for fitness or daily wear • Enhances curves without any padding or inserts • Great match with your favorite shapewear or under long tops

These leggings are a perfect extension to your collection of shapewear for women. If you love tummy control shapewear, you'll appreciate how these leggings provide gentle control throughout the day, helping you feel confident whether you're on the go or staying in.

Explore them here: High Compression Leggings

All-Day Wearability, Sculpted Support

Unlike traditional compression garments, these leggings are soft, stretchable, and move with your body. They're ideal for women who want waist slimming wear without layers or heavy shaping garments. The high waistband helps avoid rolling and provides extra support for the midsection, working well under tunics, sweaters, or even a fitted tee.

They also complement other Secret Slimwear body shapers, giving you full-body contouring without bulk. If you're already a fan of body contouring garments or women’s shaping underwear, these leggings are the next step in your daily wardrobe.

Check out more sculpting essentials at Secret Slimwear

Whether worn as activewear or styled with layers for errands or a night out, these leggings are functional, flattering, and easy to style. They let you embrace your shape and enhance your natural confidence—one pair of leggings at a time.

Why Secret Slimwear?

Secret Slimwear brings together fashion and functionality with thoughtfully designed pieces that support you from the inside out. Whether you're looking for targeted tummy control shapewear or everyday slimming clothing, this brand delivers on comfort and style.

From foundational essentials to statement shapewear, it’s easy to buy Secret Slimwear online and find what works best for your body and lifestyle.

Conclusion

The High Waist Compression Leggings are perfect for anyone who wants everyday shaping without the discomfort of heavy garments. From sculpted support to all-day wearability, they’re a stylish solution for women who want more from their leggings.

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The reasons to purchase kids’ singlets online.

The inner vest is a garment that is for the upper portion of your body. The one with the sleeves is referred to as an undershirt and the one with the sleeves is simply the vest. Even the variety has increased so much that the debate around the topic of kids’ singlets online has reached new levels. Wearing an inner vest has to be part of wearing your daily attire

It reduces the transparency of the upper vest

The main reason that the singlets do this is that it reduces the transparency of the upper vest. This prevents the skin to be seen from the shirt that you happen to wear.

Absorbs sweat

If you are residing in hot and humid conditions then singlets are an absolute necessity. It is known to absorb the sweat from your body and it prevents it from sweeping into your T-shirt or upper portion of the body. Kids sweat a lot and it prevents fending off sweat from their body at any juncture.

A smooth experience is provided

An inner vest applies cover over the bulges and provides love handles for the body providing a degree of smoothness. This ensures that the shape of the body is well-groomed.

Comfort along with protection

Singlets

and undershirts, it is known to provide a degree of protection that prevents unnecessary nabbing and friction in the upper portion of the body. It prevents itchiness and any form of irritation that tends to arise in the upper portion of the body. This can be in the form of laces or it could turn out in any upper portion of the body.

When you are purchasing kids’ singlets it is the choice of the fabric that works out to be the most important. They should be thin and needs to be stretched properly and it has to be said that cotton is the most popular fabric that is used for innerwear. The choice of the size has to be popular and you need to choose one properly. The size tends to differ from one store to another store.

[idontmindifuforgetme]

at this point we have seen the iof post videos of themselves doing a thumbs up while dropping airstrikes, collecting canes of physically disabled palestinians they slaughtered and posing with them before posting them online, collecting underwear of palestinian women they've murdered, posting videos of palestinian girls they're sexually assaulting and forcing to live in cages, posing with dolls of palestinian children they've murdered, and today's newest addition is posting a video of starved palestinians running towards food--and then shooting them before they could get to it.

if hamas had done any of that, we would not hear the end of it for months. but because it's the iof doing it, it flies under the radar of mainstream media.

[knottyofficial]

Knotty - Online undergarment retailer

Knotty began as an online underwear company and continues to change the game for women’s intimate apparel. It has seen massive growth since 2017, and its success stems from a culture and brand which chooses to embrace the unique features of women—in every race, shape, and size. Knotty emphasizes individual beauty and style, and each year the company donates over 10,000 pairs of underwear to help meet shelter needs that are often overlooked in donation drives.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

For the calvin klein photoshoot, Jace can be a model and dating famous reader with a Sabrina Carpenter vibe/humor and he didn't tell her about the campaign because he's shy and insecure sometimes and she boosts his confidence

This was longer, but I didn't like the second half so I turned it into a blurb

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Waking up to sexy pictures of your boyfriend all over Instagram was not on your bingo card this year. At first, you thought it was a manip made by his fans — some were really good at editing —, but when you saw the photoshoot on Jace's personal account you realized they were real.

And damn he looked hot! 

Calvin Klein were known for their underwear campaigns. Jacob Elordi, Jeremy Allen White, Aaron Taylor-Johnson, and more, have done it...and made women's — and men’s — jaws drop when they dropped. You would be a liar if you said you didn’t watch Jeremy Allen White’s #mycalvins campaign video fifty times. 

You may have a thing for curly hair and imperfect noses.

You took your time scrolling through the pictures as you laid in bed, staring disrespectfully. You never thought Jace would work with Calvin Klein. What happened to the shy boy you met at fashion week seven months ago? There were underwear pictures. 

You’ll have to pick one and make it your next phone lockscreen. 

Under the post, fans were blowing up the comment section with hot-faced emojis. It didn't bother you. They were just stating facts.

You decided to add your own, knowing it would make his cheeks burn when he’ll get the notification. 

@yourusername: You make me want to try some freaky positions🤭

It wasn’t long before a response came. Tame, but still suggestive.

@jacevelaryon: On my way 🏃🏻‍♂️💨 

The short interaction was going to cause chaos online.

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[thealexchen]

On sapphic rep in "Lost Records: Bloom and Rage"

Online, I constantly see Lost Records and games like it getting dunked on for daring to represent anybody other than the cishet white man majority. People were clowning on the original LiS and calling it "SJW garbage" back in 2015, but between our recent global political climate and the rise of violent hate crimes against marginalized populations, it's not as easy nowadays to handwave them off as baseless complaints.

That's why it's still a big deal that we have Dontnod out here self-publishing a game about four unambiguously queer women who meet and spend an unforgettable summer together. A game that they want to turn into a new franchise, and they start with the supposedly "harder to market" demographics instead of playing it safe and diversifying after a successful first entry. It's a big deal that DN intentionally centered these four girls and their relationships with each other, away from school and judgmental eyes-- aka, away from the culture of '90s Midwestern homphobia, as much as possible. Their little paradise in the secluded, impossibly beautiful Michigan woods and talks of running away are clearly evoking common queer tropes of secrecy and escape, but the difference is they are so damn happy when they are alone together.

The romances are adorable, but it's obvious how much having genuine friends means to all of them, but Swann and Kat especially. This is a game that truly celebrates female friendship and subverts the cliched cattiness, gossip, and petty drama. If you choose to have Swann admit she's afraid of being unlovable, Kat will simply respond, "We love you." Their platonic bonds don't invalidate their possible romantic feelings, but provide a solid foundation of love and companionship for it instead. Their queerness feels believable because male characters are simply irrelevant to their personal lives. Even in BtS, with two women staff writers, Eliot was still shoehorned in as a Warren clone (except even creepier??) to convince Chloe that Rachel was manipulative.

In Lost Records, these girls are written like any other ordinary teenagers, not eye candy for the implicit male gamer gaze. When they ran down to the lake, I was actually worried we'd get some needless fanservice of the girls stripping to swim in their underwear like in LiS1 episode 3, but nope, there's a cut and the narrative just implies they went swimming offscreen in their swimsuits. They complain and chat openly about their periods, they make gross jokes, they giggle about "mating squirrels," they have acne and insecurities, they get excited about each other's ideas, they're ride or die-- because they're teenage girls.

I have to shout out the two women on DN Montreal's writing team-- Desiree Cifre and Nina Freeman, because I was so excited when I found out that women helped write this game. In short, DN deserves their flowers! Please support this game!

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international women's day

john "soap" mactavish

tags: smut/pwp, pussy worship, sloppy eating out/fingering, praise kink, hair pulling, johnny is a feminist, explicit femme reader

johnny loved your pussy, there was something about it that just drew him in. not to say that he didn't love all of you, that he did as well. he loved every inch of you. the smell of your hair, the brightness of your smile, how your spoke, your hobbies and interests. it all pulled the sweet john mactavish right in.

but your pussy was simply the cherry on top. it was the type of pussy that your worshiped, adored, made animal sacrifices to in the hope of rain. it was holy. and johnny couldn't get enough.

international women's day came around on a saturday and while you would have been content with seeing all the silly posts online while you and johnny went about your weekend routine. you woke up to the feeling of strong hands across your thighs.

you whimpered as your eyes slowly opened and you felt the shiver of a lack of blankets on you. but you were being warmed by something else. someone else. you yawned and reached for the figure on top of you. with a tug at his mohawk, you said, "johnny, what time is it?"

"time for breakfast." he chuckled lowly before he leaned to kiss your stomach. your soft, warm skin under his lips made him excited. you felt so warm. fresh from sleep, laid out under him. it was perfect.

and while he would have loved to have his cock between your softer thighs. right now, he had to pay tribute to his woman.

"johnny, fuck." you moaned, still sleepy as he got your pajama pants down your thighs, along with an old pair of cotton underwear. before they got too far down your legs, johnny pressed his nose up against the crotch of them and inhaled.

smelled just as he liked it and he licked his lips in anticipation. he felt the thrum of excitement run through him as he eyed your cunt. he liked it hairy, said a man who liked a waxed cunt was less of a man. as he spreas your thighs and kissed your pussy lips, he proved that he was all the man you needed.

he groaned and rubbed his cock up against the bed under him, "she smells good, hen. like the summer sun and all the pretty fuckin' flowers." his voice was low, accent hung heavier as he continued to kiss as your slit.

you held onto the covers for a moment as you woke up. you moaned and felt your back arch a little. johnny ate you out often, but every time it still made you hold on for dear life. talented tongue on the scotsman.

"hen." he said, "don't be scared, give my hair a tug."

you exhaled a swear as you reached for his short dark hair as he started to tease your clit up against his tongue and lips. there was something about it that left you feeling incredibly excited. he was near panting against your pussy as he only got it more soaked.

one hand on your plush thigh, the other between them as he pumped his fingers inside of your hole. his attention split across your pussy. he wanted to have you squirming.

only the best for you. after all, it was your day. he teased up against your clit. his movements were efficient and it made you see stars. it wasn't a shock that johnny was the first (and only) man to ever make you cum. no one else compared to the smart-mouth mactavish. he was everything to you, especially when you held onto his hair.

"please, fuck, johnny."

he chuckled between your thighs, "love how you say my name. sounds perfect on your tongue. just like how your cunt feels good on mine." he then licked across your clit and felt you tense up, "a beautiful woman. a smart woman. fuckin' perfect."

you tensed up a little more and clutched onto his hair a little tighter. your head still felt hazy as he orally pleasured you,it wasn't hard to get lost in the feeling. johnny had that way of him. you were everything to him, you knew that from the moment you met. even now, after all these years together, he still loved you as deeply as the moment he said those words.

he groaned against your cunt and continued to finger you, "look at you, all laid out for me." he licked his lips, tasting your wetness, "happy international women's day baby." he said cheekily.

you rolled your eyes playfully, "shut up." before you dropped your head back into the pillows.

"you don't mean that, hen."

he continued to kiss at your pussy some more. the pleasure grew in you. one hand in his hair and the other in the covers, you rolled your hips up against him. it only spurred him on more. his pace moved quickly, his laps against you got messier. it felt amazing in your body.

pleasure mounted in your core. you held on tighter as you panted heavily between heavier moans. you swore under your breath as he continued to orally pleasure you.

"mmm, baby." he cooed, "feel like a dream around me. you taste like heaven and fuck, hen, i love you." he kissed your clit before he dragged his tongue across it. you only moaned louder.

"johnny, that goddamn tongue on you." you held onto him tightly, you yanked on his hair and he rubbed himself up against the bed further.

he was getting needy for you, he needed you more than anything. with his face buried between your thighs. your own pleasure was nearing its climax and he held onto you tighter with one large hand. he felt your thighs squish his head as you reached your peak.

"johnny!" you whined as you came against his tongue and fingers. a slew of curses left your lips as you tensed up. the feeling rushed through your body. it felt amazing and left you out of breath.

when he pulled away from your cunt and looked up at you. his the pupils of his eyes fully blown out like a mad-man. he licked the slick across his lips and grinned at you.

"oh, hen. oh, baby." he said, "can i have some? anything, just need you. i know it's your day, but let me feel up that fuckin' amazing body and let me have every inch of ya today. what to say? celebrate the special day letting me worship you."

you were panting and could only smile lovingly at your lover. you said as you dropped your head back into the pillows, "well then, johnny, show me how you treat a woman on a date like today."

johnny beamed and got on top of you, "of course, of course." <3

a/n: happy (late) international women's day - yay women

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NEED more boxer!todo smut maybe one where reader is jealous of the fan girls ???

yes yes yes yes yes yes yessssss!!!!

you loved your boyfriend more than anything. he was caring, respectful, loyal, and most of all, he wasn't afraid to express his love for you. whether it be in an interview or literally in a middle of a match todo always made sure to let people know he belonged to you. though this was true, there always seemed to be those sex-crazed fans that saw your man as nothing but a piece of meat. eyeing him at every angle, just waiting to pounce on him when you're either not around or not looking. todo always told you not to worry about these women, but how could you when he'd do barely anything to keep them in check?

you were accompanying todo at yet another meet and greet, fixing up his locs into a much better bun than whatever he threw it in earlier as your beefy boyfriend sat uncomfortably in his seat. "wanna go the fuck home" he mumbled as he boredly watched the hundreds of girls scream their heads off at the entrance. your hand moved towards the back of his neck, plucking him lightly before lecturing him. "watch your mouth, these people are dying t'meet you and this how you repay them?" todo sucked his teeth in front of you, earning him another pluck on the other side of his neck as you moved in front of him, blocking his view of the entrance as you stood between him and the table. "ow! cmon mama, we both know that we rather be in the bed right now" the smirk on his lips already let you know what he was implying as he outstretched a wide hand on the plump of your ass, squeezing the fatty flesh as he peeked past you towards the door.

you quickly slapped his hand away, giving him a warning look as you began to move towards where the rest of his team and security were standing. "behave" you mouthed before both of your attention was brought to the swarm of screaming women moving towards the table. todo internally rolled his eyes at the sight in front of him. in his eyes he didn't understand why these women acted like this, never really paying attention to how he looked when he fought. you, on the other hand, understood completely. from his tight jawline to the sight of his sweaty, glistening body. you knew your man was fine, but that didn't mean you enjoyed when these women would act like this.

"oh my goshhhhh a.t please sign this!!!" the first girl yelled, practically shoving a picture of him in his face. he internally sighed at her behavior, his hand moving towards the picture before quickly signing his initials on it and giving it back to her. "there you go. loved that fight by the way, think i handled my business well. whatchu think about it?" the girl stood in embarrassment as she looked around the room, not having a clue in the world about what fight he was talking about since she probably got the picture from a random site online. todo turned towards you, a small smirk creeping on his lips as the girl quickly walked away. you couldn't help but laugh as you instantly thought back to the fight he was talking about. it happened to be the same fight you gave hime a little something in his dressing room before he went out.

the next group of woman to come up were much calmer, all wearing white t shirt with todo's face in the middle of a heart. of course they tied the backs of them, making their breasts nearly burst through the fabric as their one size too small miniskirts sat right over the bottom of their asses, they probably weren't even wearing underwear. "hi aoiii" the women said in unison, their high pitched voices making your eyes roll as the three of them leaned over the table. this time todo didn't seem as bored, his lip twitching into a smirk as he read the words on each of their shirts. the girl on his left wearing one that said "aoi", the middle one wearing one that said "is our", and the girl on the right wearing one that had a big pink "daddy" right under his picture. the sight of them made you cringe as you quietly scoffed in disgust.

"well this is new" he said with a chuckle, making the girls giggle as well. their breasts bouncing in their tight shirts as they basically eye fucked your boyfriend right in front of you. "we're such big fans todo, really!" the girl on the left said as she batted her long lashes at him. "yea we've been t'nearly every match!" "n'when we couldn't get tickets we'd watch you on tv!" the other two followed, leaning closer towards him on the table as he kept that dumb smirk on his face. "well i appreciate that ladies, i could tell y'all are big fans" you were getting irritated now. your nails digging into your palms as you watched the girl in the middle hand him a gift box with a bright pink bow on it, small smirks on their faces as they waited for him to open it. "want me t'open it now or later?" each of the girls quickly replied. "now!" a fit of giggles following as they watched the man slowly undo the bow.

as todo removed the lid he nearly choked on his tongue. inside the box sat three pairs of panties, each a different color which also happened to match the colors of the words on each of their shirts. the girl on the left's being baby blue, the girl in the middle's being black, and the girl on the right's being pink. his eyes widened before he slowly put the lid back on, picking up the sharpie and looking at the three woman. "w-what y'all want signed?" he said, clearing is throat after he spoke in which the girls replied almost immediately by pointing to the small line in the top right corner of the big heart in the middle of each of their shirts. of course this was also where their left breasts were located, making todo's heart nearly stop beating in his chest.

you were fuming now, feeling as if steam was being released from your ears as you watched this man, YOUR man, smile from ear to ear as he signed his name on each of their shirts. you couldn't watch the scene any longer, turning on your heals and walking towards the exit to wait for him in the car. todo didn't even notice until he heard the exit door slam onto the wall when you opened it, your back turned to him as you angrily walked away. "s'cuse me for a minute" he mumbled, getting up from his seat to follow you outside. the girls giggly attitudes were quickly replaced with sadness as they watched todo walk away as if all the things they just did meant nothing.

you were nearly at his car now, the keys already in your purse since he gave them to you when it was time for the event to start. "mama...baby where you goin?" you ignored him, continuing your search for his keys so you can just go. todo didn't give up though, walking up behind you before lightly pulling your arm around so you can face him. "what's the issue?" was he dumb? did he really not see the problem in what just went on? anger began to cloud your brain, making all your movements rougher and full of attitude as you snatched your arm from his hold and waved your hands in his face as you spoke.

"nigga are you dumb, stupid, or a complete fuckin idiot cause there's no way in hell you don't understand what the problem is" todo's face hardened at your disrespectful attitude, his jaw clenching as he stared down at you with serious eyes. "who the fuck you talkin to like that y/n? don't make me embarrass you out here." you scoffed, his words not putting a single drop of fear in your heart as you pushed your finger into his chest. "you already did that when you was in there signing tiddies and smiling all in bitches faces you hoe ass nigga. m'not finna go back n fourth wit you when i know i could have a new nigga in my bed by tonight so you can go back in there wit your little girlfriends and leave me the fuck alo-" before you knew it your view quickly changed from aoi's face to the upside down view of his lower back as he threw you over his shoulder.

"nigga put me down ion care if you a pro boxer i will fuck you up out here!"

"yeah yeah whatever you say, jus keep that same energy when we get in there."

'in where?' you thought. nevertheless, you continued slapping your hands on his back, trying to free yourself from his strong hands. before you knew it the two of you were back inside, the attention of almost every person in there on you and todo as he continued his journey to the bathroom, not paying them any mind. he became irritated with your small fists hitting his back, using his much larger hands to his advantage as he left a light tap on your ass, "cut it out ma, you only makin it worse for yourself." the three women still stood in their spots in front of his table, looks of jealousy on each of their faces as they watched you. your current state made you embarrassed as you looked at the group of girls the best you could as you hung over your boyfriend's shoulder. todo payed all of them no mind, silently walking into the bathroom and locking the door before putting you down.

as soon as he released you, you made quick work of giving him a piece of your mind as you fixed your dress in the mirror. "stupid ass nigga, now you standing there all mad at me cause i told you the truth. im not trippin over you aoi you can go be wit them bitches right now and i wouldn't bat an eye." you dug yourself into an even deeper hole as you continued to fix yourself up in the mirror, not paying the man any mind as he walked up behind you. he was close, leaving no room between your ass and his print as he dropped his lips towards your ear. "you done?" the sound of his voice made arousal rush to your core, but you feigned indifference. why was he so calm? on other days when you would get like this your boyfriend would usually entertain it, feeding into your attitudes by arguing with you, today felt different.

your gazed moved towards his in the mirror. you were going to speak, but the look in his eyes told you that maybe it was better if you didn't. the look he carried was one you've never seen up close like this before. this was the same look he had before getting in the ring with that one mouthy opponent. the same opponent that ended up getting sent flying to the other side of the ring in just the first round. so you settled for a slow nod instead, an apology already on the tip of your tongue as you felt his wide hand outstretch on your the middle of your back. "bend over f'me then" he left you no more room for arguments as he already had you bending over the sink with his hand, his eyes never leaving yours as he used his other hand to lift up your dress. "why you mad at me baby?" you opened your mouth to speak, but was cut off by the sound of his deep, menacing voice, "and before you answer that lemme remind you that ian flirt with those girls, didn't let em touch me, didn't even ask f'their names. just been polite and signed my name on their shirts so why you mad at daddy, baby?"

as you thought back to the events that happened you realized how wrong you were, you fucked up. you were so blinded by jealousy that you didn't notice how respectful your man was still being to you during the entire situation. tears began to well in your eyes, your bottom lip already trembling as an apology sat ready on your tongue. "sh sh sh, m'not hearin none of that right now. tell me why you upset" your tears escaped you as you spoke, your breathing already picking up speed as you tried to get through a single sentence without sobbing. "cause i was j-jealous" todo nodded his head at your truthfulness, freeing himself from his black jeans before lining himself up with your entrance. "and what did papa said t'do when you start feelin that way princess?"

your tears fell more frequently now, your voice quieting down almost to a whisper as you shyly told him the words he wanted to here. "said t-to talk t'you about it to avoid stuff l-like this" he nodded again, tightly gripping your hips as he slowly sunk into you. the moan you let out was sinful, the thin walls of the bathroom doing probably nothing to keep everyone outside from hearing the two of you. "auughh d-da-" "sh sh shh, you was able to remember everything you was supposed t'do, but still managed not t'do it. y'know what that means right?" you slowly nodded your head, earning you a hard slap on your ass. the stinging pain of his rough palm caused more tears to fall as your legs buckled under you. "y-yes, m-means i'm in tr-trouble"

todo hummed in delight at your compliance, one of his hands snaking up your back and into your hair as he gripped your hip firmly with his other. "m'glad you know, take what i give you and if i see you tryna run imma just go deeper, y'hear me?" you didn't even get the chance to reply before you felt every inch of his dick begin to move in and out of you at a slow pace. the sound of his hips and your ass already filling the room as you released whiney moans into the air. "m'so sorry p-papa, i didn't m-mean t'make you madddd" you whined, your hands clenching in a tight fist to keep you from pushing at his abdomen. todo ignored you, quickening his pace and strengthening his trhrusts to the point where the sink acquired a slight shake.

you knew that you wouldn't be able to last long if he kept fucking you like this, your back arched to perfection as he pulled you up slightly so you can watch him in the mirror. he quickly released your hip, moving his hand towards your chin as he made you look yourself in the eyes. "what's my name mama? say it real loud so all those girls could hear." his deep voice traveled right between your legs, your arousal only growing as he felt your essence begin to spread all over his thighs. your eyes lost their focus, nothing but your release on your mind as you began to fuck yourself back onto his dick. todo couldn't help a devilish smirk from growing on his features, your fucked out expression almost making him ease up on you, but almost wasn't enough...

the next thing you knew todo's thrusts doubled in power, his hand gripping your hair tighter as he left three hard slaps to your ass. "y'hear me pretty? say my name." he knew you could barely think right now let alone speak, but todo had a habit of pushing you past your limits. your pouty lips parted, smeared lipgloss making them shine as you forced out the name he's been dying to hear. "daddy, f-fuckkk s'daddy!" your words were followed by a plethora of moans and whines, your release on the tip of your tongue as you felt his dick kiss parts of you that could never be reached by someone else. todo just smiled, lust dancing in his eyes as he stared you down in the mirror. "s'right mama, it don't matter if a girl put it on a t shirt or on her fucking forehead. daddy only got one girl n it's you"

tears began to fall down your cheeks, your pleasure only growing as you listened to your boyfriend reassure you. at the sound of his voice your walls began to tighten, signaling to him you were about to cum. todo moved his hand towards your stomach, pushing your back to his chest as he kissed up and down your neck. "you gonna cum? gon make a mess on your dick?" you quickly nodded your head at his question, tear stained cheeks shining in the dim light of the bathroom as you moved yourself back harder onto him. "w-wan you t'fill me up daddy" todo felt himself twitch at sight of you, your low eyes and glossy lips making it hard for him to keep his orgasm at bay as he quickened the speed of his thrusts. "ill give you want you want princess don't worry, give you whatever you want as long as you listen. you gon listen to daddy now?"

you replied almost instantly with a drawn out "yessss!" making todo's heart skip a beat as he quickly connected the two of your lips. the two of you made out sloppily, not worrying at all about the noise as your release trickled out of you onto his dick. your vision began to whiten as your legs buckled from underneath you. of course aoi caught you, continuing his ministrations until he was filling you up with his thick load. as both of your breathing began to slow you slipped out of todo's arms and turned around to face him. "m'sorry for gettin jealous baby, i just don't like seein you around so many women." you shied away from his gaze, making him put a strong hand under your jaw so you can look at him as he spoke. "i know mama and i forgive you, now can we just forget this whole stupid meet n greet shit so i can go home and fuck you properly. i hate these things just as much as you do."

the two of you laughed, getting each other dressed before quietly exiting the bathroom. you were surprised to see that all of the women had left, their hopes of pulling the pro boxer being killed by the sound of the two of you fucking like animals in the bathroom.

"looks like they already forgot it"

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[ccwpidsblog]

untitled — a.artlet

content warning: incel!armin artlet, male masterbation, slightt mommy kink, panty thief!minie, slut shaming, lmk if i missed anything i lit suck at tagging

cwpids notes: if this looks familiar it's from my old Wattpad account, this was originally a shiggy fanfiction but im not into mha anymore and wattpad deleted that book SAURRR just enjoy 😁🏹

armin artlet hated you with a passion. you came into his house and bothered him with your dumb staring and weak attempts to seduce him. his discord server and online friend knew everything about women like you. you'd try to take everything from him knowing his family was wealthy. that's exactly why you bothered him just like every other woman that approached him did. they didn't see armin they saw his money. he hated your stupid face when you batted your more than likely fake lashes at him and smiled at him with your fake smile, he hated the way your smell lingers when you leave a room, he hated the outfits you wore it was like you were begging for attention, he hated everything that has to do with you

his shirt was in between his teeth, left hand rubbing the soft cotton of your panties onto his cock,, his right was gripped onto the wall steadying himself. "fuck, y/n..." armin bit down onto his shirt harder, throwing his head back closing his eyes.

he was hot and bothered often, masterbating was something he did daily; he even had his fair share of toys. but this was his first time ever taking someone's underwear. he just couldn't help himself. sneaking into the guest bedroom while you were busy decorating the house for some shitty party his sister was throwing. he'd took the first pair he saw from the hamper. he felt gross not in the way he usually did while he stroked one out but in the best way. this didn't mean he did not hate you anymore; it was more of a lust thing he told himself.

he just lusted you.

"ah, faster..." he demanded of himself, his hands obeying his orders. the pace gradually picked up, using the same hand that gripped your panties tightly wrapping around his cock, while the other slowly smoothed up the skin of his stomach, feeling himself in ways he wished you could . armins hips bucked upwards into his hand, his quiet moans now turning into grunts of rapture with every thrust.

he imagined you on your knees in front of him allowing him to thrust himself into your mouth. begging for him to touch you in ways no one could "gonna cum, gonna fucking cum...ohh my god, more."

armin whined as he tightened his fist around his fat length, vigorously jerking himself off. his eyes flutter open to look down at how red and swollen his mushroom tip was, and how your panties were covered in his pre-cum, roughly biting down on his chapped bottom lip as he kept fucking into your panties, veins protruding with his grip tightening even further. "so tight, so tight."

"oh fuck, fuck mommy!" he cried out, voice breaking into a sob when his orgasm gushed out of him in hot spurts. placing his forehead on the cool tile he breathed heavily gaining his composure again. washing his hands and cleaning himself off his stuffed spoiled into his pocket. opening the door he came face to face with you.

his stomach twisted into knots as he stared down at you. your face scrunched and eyes watery like your were on the verge of crying, the braids you originally had in a bun were now down your back, it was your outfit that ticked him off. all these people here and you're walking around in a skimpy bathing suit. he didn't want to be mean or make you cry but it couldn't help himself.

"prancing around like an attention whore. not surprised since it's you."

[azizzs-prim]

I feel like Simon would use Riley as a way to lure poor unsuspecting women into his apartment. (+18/TW cnc)

Perhaps even one he had been actively stalking from his workplace - maps and schedules lining his office, detailed with every step she took.

Reminders on his phone for appointments he had managed to find when helping lurking her regain a missing document he had deleted while she went to the restroom.

Even managed to sneak a couple pairs of panties from her dirty laundry when she was naive enough to leave her window unlocked - Even turned one of her frames face down and left the window cracked as he slipped back out into the night.

A small part of him hoped she would become curious about the unsettling amount of missing vestures and cosmetics. Fantasized sometimes about her finding him in her bathroom in the middle of the night - rubbing himself with a pair of her missing underwear.

But he could never defile her like that - expose someone so innocent to something so crude and vile.

So, instead, he arrived at the café she visited every morning to order her tall matcha latté with a rag drenched in chloroform neatly folded in his back pocket just for her and waited... and waited... and waited... until the little bell rung and her form swiftly moved inside.

Late.

That would be fine... it would all be fine. They'd make up for that lost time later.

And just as she grabbed the drink on the counter she had pre-ordered online, he pushed himself up and shoved his burly form into her's.

Her sharp gasp made his heart palpitate and hand snap out to wrap around her waist.

The dazed, confused glint in her eyes slowly morphed into recognition upon seeing him, the corners of her mouth curling into that beautiful smile he saw in his mind every time he pistoned his hips against a folded pillow.

"Si...," she breathed gently in relief, pushing herself back up on wobbly legs as she reached for some napkins. Dabbing gently at the green that stained her new off-white blouse.

This was her. This was his prize. After his suffering for so long, here is the retribution finally given to him.

"Here, doll, lemme help," he kept his voice low and gentle, feigning as much guilt as he could muster, as his massive hands gingerly took the napkins from hers and continued her previous ministrations,"You a'right? 'm sorry about that..."

"Yeah.. yeah, I'm okay, I was supposed to go meet someone, but I guess I'll have to tell them I'm gonna be late."

His movements stuttered at her frustrated admission, a darkness blanketing his eyes as he hummed. It taking every ounce of control within himself not to shove the anesthetic cloth into her nose right then and there.

"Really? How unfortunate," he gritted out, placating a look of guilt and sympathy as his grip turned almost violent around the napkin - knuckles white and hand shaking.

He forced himself to pull away before she really noticed, too lost in her own self-pitying world.

"'ow about this, doll," he began, forcing his voice gentler even as the corner of his mouth twitched beneath his mask, "Come back to my place. I live righ' around the corner. Could get this fixed up for ya in no time."

"Oh-, w-well, I don't-"

He swiftly slid an arm around her back, hand splayed over the satin fabric as his thumb pressed against her lumbar. Coaxing her to turn towards the exit.

"Don' wanna be late, do ya? It'll be fast. Promise."

"Si-, you really don't have to, this isn't necessary-"

"Nonsense," he purred, leading her stumbling, hesitant form towards the door, "I don't bite, doll.

"Could even introduce ya the lil shepherd you've been beggin' to meet."

He watched as her refusal twitched into unsure reluctance. Her steps becoming slightly more intensional and shoulders dropping away from her ears.

"Atta girl."

well, ain't that somethin...

[trans-fairy-goddess]

There are sooooo many cis lesbian and trans masc chasers out there. I appreciate all the compliments but,,, I see you eyeing me in public… I see you undressing me with your eyes. I read all of your messages and comments online too… Some of you even have the audacity to misgender me or clock me in public. Whether you’re nice or mean, good or bad, I know what you’re doing. So many pretty little perverts. Sexy… little… pervs…

Let’s be real. I know you want me. I know you crave me. Once I get my hands on you? Ohhhh darling, you’re mine. I would love to rip off your shirt and grab your chest. I would pull your pants off and place my bitchbreaker between your legs, just to tease you. You’re not here for pleasure, doll; you’re here to please me. Touch me without my permission, or try to resist me, and I’ll slap the taste outta your mouth.

I’d rip a hole in your underwear and stuff you with girldick. You’re nothing but a fleshlight for trans women. A pin cushion for our pleasure. That hole between your legs was meant for gock, and you were meant to be bred.

The only thing I better hear outta your mouth is “thank you mistress” or “I’m your fucktoy” while I knock you up. Otherwise, I will not hesitate to punch you in your stomach, making you feel winded then forcing my girldick down your throat. Look at me wrong in public again, or flirt with me again, and next time I’ll be getting my transfem friends to help. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you? What a sick dirty perv. You’re nothing but a breeding slave for transfemmes. Submit. Worship us.

[hazelfoureyes]

The Transitive Property of Love

a sneak peek snippet

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I don’t think I’ve ever posted this…

Intersex Luci x Omega Reader x Alpha Alastor

<Warning/Promises: Reader is they/them and possesses a pussy, Face fucking, mild choking, tongue fucking, cum swallowing kind of, Alastor is a dick but you like dick so it’s chill, pretty pussy on Luci, Non-Sex repulsed Ace Alastor>

Background: Reader fell to hell to the immediate notice of Lucifer. Despite his original sex (angels are intersex a la @/lululamb) , Luci believes it’s his fated mate…. Even though he is already consciously paired with Alastor. Alastor resents reader for being the supposed destined partner to his lover, who he can’t properly bond with since Lucifer is not an omega, alpha, or beta.

In this sneak peek….

Lucifer wants alone time with you, and for the first time Alastor allows you into their bed for the evening. Unfortunately he can’t quell his competitive attitude towards you when it comes to all things Lucifer…

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“It’s been awhile, since anyone’s offered,” his thumb pulled your bottom lip down slightly as he ran it over your mouth, “Alastor tends to focus on my…,” Lucifer took back his hand and fidgeted with his collar.

“Sublime cunt.” Alastor startled you both, rising from the shadows of their shared canopied bed. He looked from Lucifer to you, questioning why you were in their room. “Get lost on your way to your chambers, little one?”

Before you could reply, Lucifer’s hand reached out and his fingers intertwined with yours.

“I asked them here,” His other hand came up, index finger sliding up Alastor’s lapel, “I was feeling needy after drinking with Husker. You don’t have to watch us. It’s not their heat.”

Alastor hummed, already shrugging out of his jacket. “This is my bed too. I happen to want to lie down now.” He brought his microphone to your chin, making your neck crane up and meet his stare, “Unless that’s a problem.” He twirled the staff away with a staticky laugh, “Just joking! I don’t care if it’s a problem.”

After pulling off his bow tie and kicking off his shoes, he settled onto the center of the bed. Lucifer had taken the time to kiss your nose and cheeks, nuzzling into your neck to inhale your scent. “If you’ve changed your mind, we could go back to your bed.” Strong hands gripped your hips and yanked you into his body, “Or we could call it a night.” He said it but the way his body rolled against yours was a wordless plea to stay.

It was hard to think straight when his skin was on yours, and you wondered if that was what he was hoping. Looking past him, Alastor was staring at you blankly. But when you met his gaze a smug smirk spread across his face. 

“I’ll stay.”

Lucifer went to snap away his clothes and you stopped him, asking him to keep on his underwear. He wasn’t sure how you’d do this with clothes on but he was a little too tipsy to argue the point.

He rested his bare back against Alastor’s still fully clothed chest, watching you look down at the bed. It felt odd. This wasn’t a nest like you’d made, and it smelled like Lucifer, but the overwhelming sense it was Alastor’s gave you pause.

In the shade of the bright red canopy, the deer demon’s smirk shined. “Have a change of heart?”

That was the closest to an invitation you’d get. It felt undignified to crawl on your hands and knees, but the bed was too big to do anything else.

Luci’s legs parted as you advanced, and you had to swallow back the gathering saliva. The outline of his growing erection brought back memories of last time. How good it felt to have him buried in you. It was suddenly offensive to you that you’d not sucked his cock yet. The urge to get on your knees and apologize seemed so fitting you immediately got onto your elbows and extended your head to his crotch in a low bow.

A deep inhale, and your head was empty. How could a smell send sparks to your core so efficiently?

Something you’d never done, but felt the need to do now, bubbled up in the silence of your mind. Hands set on his soft, pale thighs, you bit onto the waistband of his pink boxer briefs and pulled.

You almost heard what Lucifer whined, but a pop of static in the air hissed and concealed what you were confident was praise. He lifted his hips and let you slide them off, his leg coming up to hasten things along. 

He’d have thanked God if he had thought anyone was listening to his prayers anymore. Alastor’s heart thumping against his spine, your breath tickling at his inner thighs as you returned to his now naked lap; Heaven didn’t stand a chance at comparison.

A flicker of doubt in his heart came over him as to if he’d truly been punished when he had been cast down, but was snuffed out by your hands moving toward him. 

In life you’d not spent much time with your face so close to a quim. When you got on your belly between his legs, you paused. Every part of him was so pretty. No matter the discoloration of his limbs, his cock rested half hard and porcelain above the softest pink lips. You could begin to understand why Alastor seemed to lavish this part of Lucifer the most. 

Your fingers lifted his member and as you lowered your mouth, you moved past your hand. Your tongue barely touched his blushing folds before your head was pushed back by a single red tipped claw.

“No.” Alastor enunciated both letters harshly, “Getting greedy, aren’t we? Stick to what you know.”

“Alastor…”, Luci looked back at the radio demon, a pained gleam to his eyes, “Did you stay to interfere? I can go to their room still.”

Shifting, his hand came from under Lucifer’s back and two fingers pressed into his pussy without warning. Lucifer’s eyes rolled back, mouth open in an extended gasp.

“Suck.” Alastor commanded you.

The urge to argue was strong but not nearly as much as the scent rolling off of Lucifer’s lap.

As blood flowed to his sex, the fragrant musk of blossoms and dry earth rolled off of him. You had to wonder if he took it from heaven or the garden. Tongue blanketing your lower teeth, you did as you were told and took Lucifer into your mouth.

Lucifer jumped, your mouth hotter and wetter than he had mentally prepared for. Feeling himself engulfed in you made his thoughts sputter out to silence, consciousness going still as the most basic parts of him were satisfied. 

Watching your head bob slowly, working more and more of Luci into your mouth, Alastor began thrusting his fingers up and into the now twitching cunt he was dug into.

“Ah— Yes!” Luci’s legs floundered, excited energy bouncing down his muscles. “Your mouth feels,” he clenched his teeth, Alastor’s jealous fingers quickening, “divine.”

The praise shot down to your clit, thighs rubbing together in a bid for friction. With a deep breath you tried to relax your throat and fit the rest of him down. Your nails dug into his thighs as he hit the back of your throat and bent slightly. You couldn’t breath, but his fingers grabbing your hair as he loudly cried out made breathing seem inessential. You’d sustain yourself on his pleasure. What was a second death now, anyway?

His hips bucked up and you had to back away, tears blurring your vision. Glancing down, you watched the dim light of the fireplace dancing off Alastor’s glistening knuckles. 

“You’re doing so good,” Luci sighed into the crook of his arm when you returned to bobbing your head on what could fit in, cheeks hollowed and flush against his shaft.

He didn’t regret watching, Alastor thought, because even the sounds you elicited from Lucifer were his to hear. 

But fuck, the sounds Lucifer was making. Not just from his mouth, but the sound of Lucifer’s slick cunt receiving his fingers. The mix of disgusting yet intriguing gagging noises you made when his cockhead rammed into your throat.

“Omega.”

Your body froze at the sound of Alastor’s voice, Lucifer’s head between your lips.

“On your back.”

The tiniest part of you said to stay still. An overwhelming portion needed to know why he wanted you on your back. And an unspoken majority simply couldn’t defy the tone of Alastor’s voice as he called you by the impersonal moniker.

On your back, still wearing your matching pajamas Lucifer gifted you, you waited with runaway breaths.

A small panic set in, what if he was going to fuck Luci while you just lied there like a plank across the mattress?

It burned away in a wildfire of embarrassment, why did you lie down horizontally?

“Dear, I want you on your hands and knees. Pretty little pecker dangling above their face.” Alastor’s fingers pulled out and came to his tongue, “You’ve stoked an appetite in me.”

Lucifer clamored over you, giddy smile trying to reach you as he shook his hips over your head. You lifted a little to see him, smiling back as his tail whipped side to side. The only way you could really tell was because the spade tip oscillated from the left to the right of his hips. 

“Do I need to tell you how to do everything?” Alastor’s tone was less sweet for you.

Your neck craned back, Alastor’s mouth coming to Lucifer’s pussy. Unfurling his tongue, he swiped from clit to asshole with one slow drag.

When Lucifer’s back arched, his swollen cock brushed against your nose.

Oh.

Much better than you’d imagined. It wasn’t a humiliation task. It was a team project.

Your tongue stuck out and caught his cock head, helping guide him into your mouth. Before the base taste of his precum hit the back of your tongue, he was moaning like when you’d walked in on him riding Alastor.

Not that this was much different. His hips bounced back onto Alastor’s face and then thrust down into your mouth. It was harder now, his cock hitting your tongue bluntly. You got up on your elbows and straightened your neck.

When Alastor’s tongue entered Lucifer’s sopping entrance, he reacted by humping down into your throat. But instead of hitting a deadend, he slipped past your tonsils and straight forward until his clit was rubbing against your nose.

Breathing was impossible again, so the moan you made shook your chest and traveled to Lucifer’s still buried shaft.

He pulled out enough so that you could breathe through your nose. A few more shallow thrusts as Alastor fucked him with his tongue before he was rutting into your face again.

His hips lowered, knees sliding out wider, and Alastor followed until he was on his stomach, elbows between Lucifer’s calves.

The fallen angel’s knees pressed into your forearms as his face came to rest on your lower thighs.

“Please!” Lucifer was begging no one for nothing. Or both of you for everything. 

Without needing to converse, you and Alastor understood it was the latter. He took control of Lucifer’s hips and set a pace you could match your breath too. The tip of your nose hitting Luci’s clit again and again every time he bottomed out onto your face. 

Alastor kept his tongue working the now dripping hole above your forehead. When your eyes rolled so far up your vision nearly went black you could see Alastor’s adam’s apple undulating with the movement of his slick and unnaturally long muscle.

“Please don’t stop!” Lucifer cried, tears staining your pajama pants, “T-too much. So goo- nngh -ood!” His mouth was stuck open as he panted like a dog into your legs.

Even though you only needed to maintain your uncomfortable position to let him fuck your face, you still felt the ‘don’t stop’ applied to you. Despite your upper arms and shoulders now violently shaking from muscle fatigue, you zeroed in on the sensations of his shaft gliding past your lips.

A mix of Alastor’s saliva and Lucifer’s juices leaked down and began lubricating his puffy bud’s swipes over your nose. You could feel your mate’s body twitching above you. Your own saliva flooded your cheeks at the intimate scenting of his wet pussy.

His foot kicked down into the bed, a silent scream you and Alastor couldn’t see tearing past dry lips. 

“I’m cumming!” He broke lose of Alastor’s hold and focused his finish on your throat. The other man’s mouth struggled to keep up. He abandoned the task entirely and instead caged Lucifer beneath his body, one hand still on his hip as the other came to hold Lucifer against his chest. 

“What a generous king you are.” He cooed into Luci’s hair, too quietly for you to hear over the rushing of your blood in your ears. Your hips were pressing into the bed, the motion of your panties sliding over your swollen clit giving you the tiniest relief.

“Cumming! I—! Fuck!” He went stiff, and you took a deep breath in just before his knees slid all the way out with the angle of his down thrusts until he was resting his full weight onto your face.

You couldn’t swallow, his cock too big to let your tendons move around him. Instead, he mercifully shot his load so deep into your throat that it slid down with gravity and force. Despite how his pulsing member twitched, you tried reflexively to swallow the intrusion. The sensation made Lucifer convulse above you. 

It was Alastor who lifted Lucifer’s hips, pulling him out of your throat enough you could move away and catch your breath.

A muffled, “Sorry! I’m so sorry!” 

Blinking away tears, you whined at how much your jaw ached. Lucifer was fully withdrawn from you now and when you could closed your mouth the muscles were tight and the motion painful.

Alastor pulled the man up by a soft hand to his throat. They looked down at you from their position behind your head. Luci was pink cheeked and entirely blissed out, a weak smile to you as his hand numbly reached out for yours. Alastor’s grin had melted into an almost genuine smile. He was impressed, as much as he’d never tell you, with your devotion to your shared lover’s pleasure. 

“You can sleep here. Just for the night.” 

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[roosterforme]

The Younger Kind Part 34 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley convinces you to order a new bed by using an interesting tactic. And when you realize you were Bradley's first for something, you're already excited to find out if you can be his first again. Because he was yours, and with one simple word, Noah had you wrapped around his tiny fingers even more.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, spanking, smut, and age gap (18+)

Length: 5500 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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After work on Friday, Bradley picked Noah up on his way home. Casey tried to talk his ear off when he arrived at the daycare center. She seemed pleased that Bradley was alone today, and she pulled the clipboard away from him with a smirk when he tried to take it from her to sign it. 

"I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner with me tonight? Or another night?" she asked, and Bradley just stared at her. "Us and Noah, of course."

She was probably the same age as you. Maybe he'd been giving Casey some sort of hope when he'd wrapped his arms around you yesterday. But even if he were single, he wouldn't go for someone who worked where Noah went to school. "I have a girlfriend, Casey. You've met her several times. She's on my approved list of people who are allowed to take Noah home."

With a sigh she set the clipboard down in front of him. "I didn't know it was serious."

"It's serious," he promised as he scribbled down his name on the correct line. And then without another word, she went to retrieve Noah for him. It was unbelievable. Suddenly, because of you, Bradley was appealing to younger women. And you were obviously appealing to everyone, including Beau Simpson. Every time Bradley saw him at work, he smirked at the admiral. That man wanted you that night at the bar, but you were Bradley's. He could get hard for you just thinking about it. 

"Daddy!" shouted Noah as he ran across the small lobby. 

"Hey, Bub." Bradley scooped him up and got a kiss.

"Where's Princess? I like it when you pick me up together."

Bradley shifted his gaze to Casey as he said, "Let's go home and get her."

"Do you think she made ants on logs for me?" Noah asked as Bradley carried him outside.

Bradley kissed his son and said, "I think there's a good possibility."

Before he started the engine, he texted you and let you know that Noah was asking for you and for his favorite treat. Your response left him aching to get home as quickly as possible.

My Princess: Of course I made him some ants. I know what you boys like. Dinner is nearly ready, too. Can't wait to see you Daddy.

When he finally rushed in the front door in his flight suit with Noah in his arms, you were there in the living room, ready to greet both of them.

"Princess!" Noah gushed, climbing from Bradley's arms to yours. "I made you a painting of a dinosaur in a crown."

You kissed his cheek and said, "I absolutely need to see it right now."

So Bradley pulled it out of the backpack with a smile on his face, even though you'd completely ditched him in favor of kissing Noah. Because he loved the way you interacted with his son. 

You gasped when he held it up and said, "Noah! It's perfect! Let's hang it on the refrigerator." It actually just looked like some green and purple blobs, but you took it from Bradley's hand anyway as you whispered, "Hi, Daddy."

"Hey, Baby." Bradley had a lot of things in mind for you, but none of them were really appropriate at this moment, so he just gave you a soft kiss and followed you to the kitchen.

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After Noah was in bed, you changed into one of Bradley's soft shirts and a cute pair of your underwear. You finally felt like your things were organized neatly in his house and his bedroom. Your house... your bedroom. Just thinking about it made you smile. But the bed needed to go. You'd spent a good portion of your day looking for a new one online, but everything seemed so expensive.

"Why do you look upset?" Bradley asked when he walked in, fresh out of the shower. He removed the towel from his waist and used it to dry his hair. Even when he wasn't hard, he looked huge, and you bit your lip in need. 

"I'm not upset," you insisted, closing the distance to him. "Just annoyed at the price of a new bed."

Bradley ran his index finger along your lip. "You have your pretty purple princess credit card. Use it. I agree, we should have a new bed."

You kissed his finger before you said, "The one I like is over a thousand dollars."

"Princess. You know by now that I'm not going to get mad if you spend money. Thank you for giving me a heads up about the price of the bed," he said, voice deep and raspy. "It sounds fine to me."

When you tucked your face against his warm chest, you whispered, "Thank you, Daddy."

One of his big hands trailed down your back until he was cupping your butt and playing with your lace thong. He slid his index finger inside the elastic, and your nipples got hard as he ran his finger slowly up and down your rear end until you clenched around nothing. "I have an idea," he whispered, kissing the top of your head. "Maybe it would be easier for you to use the credit card if you got a punishment of sorts when you did."

"A punishment?" you asked, looking up at him puzzled with your chin resting on his chest. 

"A fun one," he said with a nod, squeezing your butt. "I could spank you."

You tilted your head back and gaped up at him as he continued to work his palm along your flesh. You'd never done that before, which wasn't surprising, because you'd never been with an older man before. And that always seemed like the kind of thing a boy your own age would turn into a silly foray into a kink that you thought you might actually enjoy with the right person. "Spank me?"

Bradley's cock was a little hard now as his fingers worked down and down until he was teasing both of your holes. "Only if you want to. Might motivate you to use the credit card," he whispered with a smirk as your eyes fluttered closed. 

You moaned for him, long and needy, and when he took a few steps backward toward the edge of the bed, you followed him. When he sat down with his legs splayed, his cock looked gorgeous. Just shy of fully erect. Long, pink and pretty. 

"What if I don't like it?" you asked softly, taking a step closer to him. 

"Then I'll stop."

"And what if I do like it?" you asked, running your fingers along his thigh.

Bradley pulled your shirt up a few inches and kissed your belly. "Then Daddy will spank you when you use your princess card."

You moaned again and squeezed your thighs tight. "That sounds hot." And next thing you knew, he had you tossed across his lap with your butt up in the air. You could feel the tip of his cock rubbing along your belly as you scrambled to grab the bedding with one hand and his calf with the other. You looked up at him over your shoulder, and before you could say anything at all, he pushed your shirt up and rubbed his hand along your back, butt and thighs. And then he landed a solid slap that left your skin tingling, and you were already prepared to beg him for more. 

He spanked you again, right on the round of your butt, and you gasped, "Fuck. Bradley!"

He soothed your skin with his rough palm. "Do you want me to stop, Princess?"

"No!" you nearly shouted, wiggling yourself up in the air for more. And he delivered, spanking you three more times in rapid succession. "I love it," you gasped, wiggling a little more against his thigh. 

"I can see that," Bradley crooned. "That's because you're young and sweet, and you've never been bad like this before. You never had a Daddy who wanted you to use his credit card before."

His hand landed with another stinging smack, and you jerked against him, panting as you stared at the bedroom floor, waiting for more. Your thong was pulled taut, the fabric tight along your clit, and each movement brought pressure exactly where you wanted it. "Please?" you whined, and you listened to Bradley chuckle as you rubbed your pussy on his thigh.

"Wow. You really want this." He ran his fingers along the length of the strip of fabric between your cheeks, teasing your holes through the lace. You couldn't stop grinding on him. His coarse leg hairs and his muscular body kept you anchored as he spanked you so hard, you clenched. 

Then you were treated to another round of being soothed while Bradley told you to keep quiet. And the next time his hand met your right butt cheek, you jerked yourself against his thigh and whispered, "I'm gonna cum."

"Really?" Bradley asked. "Should I let you?" He was back to soothing you and running his fingers across your holes. 

"Daddy," you begged. "I'll order the bed tonight. I promise."

Bradley tucked his fingers inside your thong and teased you as he muttered, "This is going to work out even better than I thought." Then he used both hands on your hips to press you down harder on his lap, and you wiggled until you were moaning and clenching harder and harder. 

"Yes," you gasped, and as you reached the peak of your orgasm, he spanked you so many times in a row, your eyes filled with tears of satisfaction. "Daddy," you whimpered, looking up at his smile and his handsome face. 

"You're such a good girl for me," he praised, and slowly you managed to stand between his thighs on shaky legs. You kissed his lips softly as his big hands gently cupped your throbbing rear end. "I love you. Now order a new bed."

"I will," you promised, running your fingers along his erection. "After I take care of this." Bradley watched you with eyes wide, as you sank to your knees in front of him. You knew how much he loved your mouth on him like this, and you wanted to make him feel as good as he made you feel. His cock was throbbing in your hands as you kissed the angry, red tip and looked up at him. "After I take care of you."

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Your mouth on his cock was always a treat for Bradley, but you still had tears in your eyes which made you look even more beautiful to him as he reached for your paper crown and set it on your head. You kissed and nuzzled his cock with your face before pressing soft kisses along his balls. He wasn't going to last long after the spanking when you were as good as you were. But he was feeling smug; you got off rubbing on him while he spanked your perfect ass. 

He was planning on rewarding you by eating your pussy all night. He wasn't expecting to be the one who got head, but he'd never complain about this. Not when your perfect lips were wrapping around his cock like you were right at home. 

"You're so fucking good," he groaned, head tipping back as you took him deep. He took a few deep breaths as you got him really worked up. You were bobbing and moaning, and he watched you take him as his hands found your face. 

When you popped him free to take a deep breath, a pretty strand of your saliva dripped down onto the shirt you were wearing. "Feel good, Daddy?"

He huffed out a laugh. "Baby, you're the best." He stroked your cheek as you sucked on his tip and kept your pretty eyes on his. The crown was crooked on your head now, and he was just a mess for you. "Let me paint your lips up?" he asked, grinning as he thought about the lipgloss you liked to wear. Tonight he wanted you to wear him. 

You sucked him expertly until he was panting, and then you jerked him off onto your lips and face as you giggled. "You gonna help me get cleaned up?" you asked softly as Bradley looked at you completely mesmerized. He reached to swipe his long fingers through his cum, but then he paused as he remembered the polaroid camera sitting on the dresser.

"Don't move," he whispered, kissing your forehead as he stood. When he returned and got the camera ready, he kissed the top of your head and whispered your name. "Baby, if you think I wasn't wild about the photos you sent away with me, I can assure you that I was. Will you let me have more?"

"Yes," you whined, licking at your lips as Bradley took a picture of you before setting it aside. And he'd fight a hundred more Carls who tried to take such a pretty photo away from him in the future. 

"Let's clean you up, Princess," he murmured, kneeling in front of you and swiping his fingers through his mess. You licked his fingers clean over and over again, and Bradley pressed his lips to yours tasting himself. Then he put your crown back on the bedpost where it belonged, accidentally bumping your butt as he hung it up.

"Oww," you whined as he helped you to your feet. "I'm sore."

"I know," he whispered, collapsing onto the bed and coaxing you on top of him. He ran his palm gently along your ass as you curled up with your cheek on his chest. "God, you're perfect."

"I've never been spanked before," you whispered, and Bradley smiled against the top of your head. 

"I've never spanked anyone before."

You looked up at him immediately. "You haven't?" you asked in awe. "I thought you and Meredith..."

But he just shook his head. "Who would I have done that with? I've never had a girlfriend who called me her Daddy before. You make me want to do everything with you."

He watched you preen as you propped yourself up on his chest. "Everything?"

"Everything."

You kissed his pecs as he handed your phone to you. "Am I ordering a new bed right now?" you asked with a little giggle. 

"Yes," he grunted. "Put it on your princess card."

You held up your phone so he could see the bed and mattress you picked out. King sized. Four poster. But he liked it even better than the one he had now. He nodded and watched you purchase it. You tossed the phone aside and whispered, "Just wait. I'll earn myself another spanking in no time."

Bradley kissed you and said, "I know you will. Now let's talk about Big Bear Lake."

"Big Bear Lake?" you asked with a yawn as Bradley continued to soothe your rear end with his hands. 

"Yeah," he rasped. "When can you take a few days off of work so I can spoil you and Noah with a little trip to the mountains? Penny, Mav and Amelia want to go. We'd have some built-in babysitters."

"Mmm," you hummed, a smile on your lips as you snuggled against him again. "Let me talk to Dr. Kelly." Then Bradley let you fall asleep in his arms.

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When you woke up on Saturday morning, your butt was still sore, but you were smiling against Bradley's chest. "Morning, Princess," he murmured in your ear. "How you feeling?" He rubbed his hand down your back and gently cupped you.

"So good," you groaned. Truly, you had enjoyed every minute of last night. Plus you were getting a new bed in this room. And Bradley had never spanked anyone else. And you'd slept so well. You straddled his waist, ready to show him just how good you were feeling. "Daddy."

But then you heard Noah jump out of his bed and open his door, and you knew he'd be in your bedroom in a matter of seconds. Bradley sighed as you scrambled under the covers with him, brushing his cock which was already getting hard for you. "I mean, I love my son, but..." he said with a laugh.

"Don't you dare!" you replied with a scandalized giggle. "He's an angel."

"Daddy? Princess?" Noah asked as he pushed the door open. "I'm hungry." He was so sweet, standing there rubbing his eyes as he looked at both of you. 

"Head on into the kitchen, Bub," Bradley told him. "We'll make you something yummy."

Once Noah was gone again, Bradley rolled out of bed, and you wanted to reach for him as he pulled some underwear on. Then he set his gray sweatpants down next to you and said, "Take your time."

You stretched and tried to sit up, but your butt hurt so much. So you just pulled on the sweatpants and stopped in the bathroom on your way to the kitchen. When you looked in the mirror, you were smiling nonstop. And when you went to see what the boys were up to, you smelled coffee brewing and saw your favorite creamer on the counter. Bradley was standing in front of the open refrigerator, shaking his head. 

"What do you want to eat?" he was asking Noah. 

"Pancakes!" he replied from his seat at the table.

He grunted. "How about something I know how to make," he grumbled. "Let's give Princess a morning off."

"I can make pancakes," you insisted, and he turned to look at you over his shoulder with a smile. You kissed Noah on the head and asked, "You want butter and syrup? Some strawberries, too?"

"Yes, Mommy," he replied, looking up at you with questioning eyes. Your heart stopped. It must have. You were having a hard time breathing normally as you looked down into his brown eyes and then up into Bradley's. "Mommy?" Noah asked, quieter this time, and you didn't know how to respond. 

"Noah." His name felt so precious on your lips as tears came to your eyes. You weren't sure if this is what Bradley wanted. But you wanted it. You could tell you were on the verge of crying as you stroked Noah's hair with your fingers. 

When one tear streaked down your cheek, you asked Bradley, "Is that okay?"

He was right there with his hands at your waist and his lips next to your ear. "It's okay with me, Mommy."

You kissed your boyfriend hard on the lips before swiping at your cheeks and reaching for Noah. "Come here," you said, picking him up even though he was getting heavy and nuzzling your face to his neck. You kissed him and said, "Let's go find the strawberries in the refrigerator." 

When you pulled out the carton of berries, you let Noah hold them. He looked delighted as you kept kissing his cheek over and over again while Bradley got your coffee ready for you. And he was all smiles just like his son as you held back your tears. You loved both of them so much, and you didn't want to put Noah down. So you just stood in the middle of the kitchen with him in your arms while Bradley took the strawberries and washed them for you. 

Then you whispered to the child in your arms, "I love you, sweet Noah."

"I love you, too," he said with a smile. "But I'm hungry." 

"Right," you said with a laugh. "I'll make your pancakes." 

Bradley had been hanging back for a minute, giving you a moment with Noah, but now his arms were wrapped around you both. He kissed your temple before saying, "Come help me with the strawberries so Mommy can cook breakfast."

Your ears were ringing with the word Mommy. They both kept saying it. You didn't think you would ever stop smiling. You took a sip from Bradley's Getting high is part of my job mug, and you swore you had never tasted anything so delicious in your life. You made pancakes, and they turned out beautifully. You even made some for Noah roughly in the shape of suns and stars, and he looked delighted when you set them down in front of him. Then you cut them into smaller bites and added syrup and some of the strawberries Bradley had managed to cut up. 

"Thanks, Mommy," Noah said as he shoved a forkful into his mouth. Bradley was reaching for a few pancakes from the stack as he smiled at you, but you took the fork from his hand and settled onto his lap even though it hurt your butt.

You cupped his face in your hands and kissed him softly. "Thank you, Daddy," you whispered, combing your fingers through his hair. "I love him."

"I know you do," he replied, pulling you closer. "He's wanted to call you his Mommy for a while. I'm just happy you're okay with it."

You laughed and watched Noah eating a strawberry covered in syrup. "I'm more than okay with it."

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For the rest of the day, you and Noah were inseparable. You colored together and did some puzzles, and Noah sat on your lap while he ate lunch. And your smile was infectious. Bradley thought about engagement rings and your birth control for most of the day even though he knew he shouldn't. But how was he supposed to help himself when you were playing tic-tac-toe and eating ants on logs with his son? How was he supposed to put it off any longer when he saw how happy you were?

He texted Mav a few times, making sure he could secure that lake house for a long weekend. And when you convinced Noah to take an afternoon nap, Bradley had you in his arms in the quiet house. He scooped you up as you giggled. 

"Think I should mark you down as Noah's Mommy at the daycare center?" he asked, dropping you onto the bed and climbing on top of you. He made quick work of the gray sweatpants and your thong.

You moaned and said, "Casey would be so pissed off," as Bradley pulled his underwear down and stroked himself a few times. 

"Imagine how annoyed she'll be when I get a ring on your finger," he growled.

You gasped as he pushed his cock inside you, and Bradley devoured your lips with his. You gaped up at him as he pushed your thighs wide and looped his arms around your legs. "Daddy," you whine softly, just spurring him on. He wanted to be gentle, because he knew you were still sore. But he felt feral inside. He wanted to mark you as his own. 

It didn't last long, and as soon as he filled your pussy up with his cum, Bradley pulled you against his side for an afternoon nap in the now silent house. He dozed with you and ran his hand along your back, enjoying the soft sound of your even breaths. He had promised Nat that he would make an appearance at the Hard Deck tonight after missing out on so many weeks. When everyone was awake, he would check to see if Amelia could come over and watch Noah for a few hours. 

But when you woke up and went right back to playing and snuggling with Noah who kept calling you Mommy, he shouldn't have been surprised at all that you didn't want to go out. As soon as he mentioned the bar, you looked up at him from the craft project taking place on the living room floor like he was very simple. 

"What would I want to go out tonight? Noah and I are busy. Besides, if I go and that Beau Simpson guy is there and touches me again, he's getting slapped."

Bradley knelt down and kissed you with a grin. "That's Mav's boss. You know that, right?" 

"I don't care who he is," you huffed, gluing construction paper together. 

"We'll stay in," Bradley whispered, but you were already shaking your head.

"Go out with Nat. I'll stay here with this sweet boy."

Bradley studied you as you looked at him. Your hand was rubbing Noah's back as he used some safety scissors to turn orange paper into a confetti mess that Bradley would be all too happy to clean up later. Because he could tell you were finally feeling like you belonged here without any stipulations or an expiration date. "You want me to go out for a bit?" he asked softly. "So you can have a night with Noah all to yourself?"

You nodded with a smile and said, "It'll be just like when you had the dating app. You'll go out for a few hours and rush back home pretending you're not completely smitten with me and just dying to have a flirtatious conversation on the couch."

Bradley groaned softly and kissed your lips. "I wasn't hiding it very well, was I?"

"No," you whispered. "But neither was I."

"I love you. I'll ask Nat to pick me up for a few hours so you and Noah can play together."

And the two of you were still playing in the living room when Nat arrived to pick him up. You'd turned the couch cushions into a little tunnel and a fort, and you were laying in it together watching Mickey Mouse on TV and eating popcorn. Bradley had to laugh, because he may as well have gone out for the entire afternoon since neither of you noticed him cleaning up the rest of the house as you laughed. 

"Hey, Natasha!" you said, offering her some popcorn.

Nat took a few kernels and asked, "You're not coming out with us?" as she ruffled Noah's hair. 

"No," you replied easily. "I'm going to stay in tonight with the little guy. You got the big one."

Nat groaned as Bradley grabbed his house key. "He used to be fun to go out with. Now he just talks about you all night and mopes when you're not there."

"Sorry?" But you were laughing and looking at Bradley.

"Don't be sorry. I love to see a grown man turn pathetic," Nat replied, winking at you. "Come on, Rooster."

Bradley knelt and then crawled across the floor to kiss Noah. "Love you," he said. Then he leaned closer to you and kissed your cheek. "Love you too, Princess."

When he grunted as he stood, you laughed and said, "Don't drink too much, old man." And then they were gone and you snuggled with Noah.

"Mommy, will you make me ants?" he asked softly when the popcorn was gone. 

"At this rate, you might turn into an ant," you told him, tickling his sides as he laughed hysterically. His chubby little cheeks were pink, and he looked so happy. He was a tiny, overjoyed version of Bradley, and you loved him so much.

"An ant! Mommy, you're funny," he giggled, and you scooped him up and took him into the kitchen. Once you peeled and sliced the carrots, you let him use a spoon to glob the peanut butter on them, and subsequently also on the kitchen counter. He sprinkled on some raisins and took a bite. 

By the time you got him into a bath, he had peanut butter everywhere, and your face hurt from smiling. You and he had a rubber duck battle until your clothing was wet. And you read eight books to him before bed, including the ones that you picked out at the bookshop with Bradley. Noah was yawning and trying to keep his eyes open as he sat on your lap, and if this is what being his Mom was like, you never wanted it to stop.

"Love you, sweet Noah," you whispered, smothering him in kisses once he was in bed. You quietly organized the books on his shelf and watched him drift to sleep. You turned on his night light and eventually slipped out of his bedroom. Then you leaned against the wall in the hallway, feeling a little bit overwhelmed by everything. 

Then you giggled. Bradley mentioned a ring earlier. Noah felt like he was yours. Bradley felt like he'd never let you go. All of the sweet gestures and the afternoon sex left you tingling. When you went to turn on his favorite song so you could take a shower, you saw a message from Natasha on your phone. 

Fair warning... he's pretty drunk. I'll return him home in one piece, but then he's your problem.

You took a quick shower, still smiling, and then slipped into a pair of your underwear and one of Bradley's oversized tropical print shirts that fell to your mid thigh. You did up most of the buttons and grabbed some Skittles from the kitchen. You were about halfway through a documentary about a serial killer when you heard someone pull into the driveway. 

Your heart beat a little faster as you peeked out the window and watched Bradley being led up the sidewalk by his best friend. "Easy," Natasha said as if she was talking to a confused animal. 

"Just wanna see her," he replied, way too loud as she tried to quiet him down. 

"She lives with you now, Rooster. You see her all the time."

Bradley just stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and started to chuckle. "She fucking lives with me, Nat. It's wild, right? Like she lives here now."

"Yes, she does," Nat grunted, trying to push him the rest of the way up to the porch. But he wasn't budging, and you were laughing now. You decided to give her a break and open the front door.

"Hi," you said softly, and then Bradley was coming for you so fast, Natasha almost lost her footing. You were in his arms before you could say anything else. He smelled like cheap beer, and his eyes were soft as he looked at you. "Did you have fun, Daddy?"

"Mmm," he hummed, pushing you backwards into the house. "Love it when you call me that."

You giggled as you felt his mustache on your neck, and you waved to his best friend as she headed back to her SUV. Bradley kicked the door closed behind him as you whispered, "I think you missed me."

He had one big hand at the back of your neck and the other was up underneath the shirt, skimming along your still sore rear end, making you press yourself against him. "You're so pretty, Baby."

You felt warm all over as he patted your butt gently with a little smirk on his face. You gasped and clung to him, your arms looped around his neck, and then his lips found yours. He tasted like beer, and as you parted your lips for him, he backed you up against the TV stand. It was just like the first night he kissed you, and he was still as gentle as he always was, if not a tiny bit more demanding. 

"I love you," he grunted. "And you're wearing my shirt. Looks great on you."

"Tell me about your night, Daddy," you coaxed, running your fingers through his hair. 

But he just started rambling as he unbuttoned the shirt with clumsy fingers. "Gonna take you to that lake house. Already talked to Penny about it tonight." Then he abandoned the buttons and cupped your chin in one big palm. His eyes were hazy and fighting for focus as he kissed your forehead. His voice was deep and filled with something a little dangerous as he asked, "When you gonna let me fuck a baby into you?"

He was stroking your jaw with his long fingers, eyebrow raised, waiting for an answer as the TV stand pressed into the backs of your thighs. He was more than twelve years older than you, and he'd been hinting at this for a while. It had always sounded appealing, but now that the three of you were on the same page about Noah calling you Mommy, you wanted it even more. "We should talk about this when you're sober," you told him, playing with the hair at the back of his neck. 

"You know I'm gonna feel the same way tomorrow," he whispered, a soft smile touching his lips now. "I'm getting old, Princess. I want another baby. With you."

He was such a good father, so patient and loving with Noah. The idea of him holding a tiny baby- your tiny baby- was almost too much. You let your head tip back as you moaned, "You're not old, Daddy. You're a classic. Let's go to bed."

After he carried you to the bedroom and set you down in bed, he pushed you back against the pillows with his delicious body weight. "You're not wrong. I've been drinking. You don't owe me a real response tonight. But next time we talk about it, I want an answer from you."

You nodded as he eased his body away from yours, and you watched him strip out of his clothing and head to the bathroom. You were going to have to figure out a way to put your feelings into words. 

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Princess Mommy and her purple credit card. Fucking lucky bitch (affectionate). Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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𝐢: 𝐏𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐑.𝐂

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Rafe is finally ready to let you take control for a night, allowing himself complete and total vulnerability with you. It's not a responsibility you take lightly and you're determined to make sure he has a good time.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): language, college!au, use of a strap-on, praise and affirmations, oral (m), anal penetration, light overstimulation, this is actually quite soft tbh, a nice introduction! if I missed anything lmk!

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Rafe's dorm room was cosy with blankets and pillows on his double bed as the rain beat down outside. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, sweatpants around his ankles with you between his knees. Your actions were slow and deliberate; each bob of your head and stroke of your hand along his shaft has his head thrown back, eliciting delicious noises from him.

Tonight was going to be a big step in your relationship, so you were determined to have him relaxed and at ease before the main event. It was no secret between you that Rafe had been with both men and women and had been open about his past relationships and hookups. And now he'd asked you to do something you'd not tried before. He wanted you to peg him.

The talking process around this choice was fairly straightforward. You'd let him pick from an online retailer which strap-on he wanted, trusting his judgement that he'd be able to handle it before pressing buy now. So here you were, getting him good and ready for such a vulnerable and intimate act.

"Fuck -" he groaned, throaty and breathless. The subtle cues from his body warned you that he was close and now you could progress to part two of the plan. Slowly, you pulled away, still gently stroking him as you looked up at Rafe with his rosy cheeks and heavy breathing.

"Wanna get naked?" He nodded and shed his sweatshirt and t-shirt over his head. You pulled his sweatpants off all the way and climbed up onto the bed to join him. You were still wearing one of his athletic department t-shirts but with no underwear and the strap-on hanging between your legs. It was a decently sized 8.5 inches and a little wider than what you thought he'd go for, but you didn't question it.

"Deep breaths, remember?" Rafe nodded as he lay back, hooking his legs around your waist as you leaned over him to reach for the bottle of lube from the nightstand. Once you'd added a satisfactory amount you waited for Rafe to tell you it was okay to go ahead.

"I'm right here," you assured him, leaning in to share a soft, tender kiss as you pressed the tip of the toy against him. As you pushed forward, slowly, the noises that left Rafe were swallowed by a string of kisses.

"Breathe, baby..." you cooed in his ear, kissing along his jaw and cheek as your hips came flush to the backs of his thighs. Rafe drew in a shaky breath as you began slowly moving your hips, grinding into him with each push forward. The noises he made were heavenly. Breathy moans and whimpers that were music to your ears with each thrust.

"Feels s' good..."

"You're bein' such a good boy, takin' me so well," you praised, letting him reach between you to stroke himself in time with your thrusts. Foreheads pressed together, and your one hand threaded through his hair, tugging gently on the soft tresses.

"Shit, I'm - "

"I know, I know," you cooed, picking up your movements and allowing him to keep matching your thrusts into his hand. With a loud moan that turned into a whimper, Rafe came undone and his cum painted his stomach in hot, white spurts. Not quite ready to be done, you carried on, stuffing him full of the silicone toy despite his attempts to tell you he was too sensitive.

"Sound so pretty, baby... Just wanna make you feel good." A second wave of that first orgasm hit Rafe and had him begging for a reprieve with teary eyes and a white-knuckle grip on his bedsheets. That's when you decided to stop being mean and gradually slowed to a stop. When you pulled out, Rafe couldn't help but squirm at the loss of contact.

"I'll be back in just a minute," you assured him, climbing off his bed to put the strap in the bathroom, so you could clean it later and grab a warm washcloth to clean him up with. The sight of him on his bed, legs outstretched, cheeks flushed and rosy as he tried his hardest to stay awake. It made you melt more than a little.

"How d' you feel?" you asked softly, wiping away the streaks of cum off of his stomach and the remnants of lube from around his ass.

"Good... Tired," he admitted, almost shyly as you finished and handed his sweatpants and hoodie back to him, with a fresh pair of boxers.

"Wanna watch a movie?" He nodded, making room for you to lie next to him as you settle with your laptop open, loading Netflix. You were more than content in just your (his) t-shirt and underwear once the two of you got comfortable under the sheets.