smutbook

uh yeah

jumping right into it, this is one of my commissions and I do NOT want this to get popular lmao

He begins to attack your clavicle with a onslaught of tongue and teeth, nipping and nibbling as he goes along. Your eyelashes flutter as your body relaxes underneath his careful ministrations, and you cannot help but give in to the sweet persuasion on his fingertips as they glide across your flesh. Hands and fingers slowly but surely rub up and down your arms as you are leaned back into the pile of laundry, where you relax as he hooks his hands underneath your knees and wraps your legs around his waist.

"If I fuck you." He murmurs breathlessly while staring down at you with soft, bedroom eyes. "I want you to keep my shirt on. That way whenever I look at it, I'll remember our time together."

A raspy breath forces its way out of your lungs as you stare up into his eyes, twinkling with lust as he admires your delicate face before firmly cupping your chin in the palm of his hand. His fingers lightly flex against your flesh as he coos, chuckling softly at the way you look up at him with an utterly captivated expression all across your face. Eyes glisten, pupils dilate, and lips part with a soft whine as he leans in close, until his breath is just barely tickling your lips.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He purrs while gently stroking the curve of your jaw with his thumb. "I'll do you right... make your legs shake... I'm good for it."

"Yes." You breathily respond, helplessly squeezing your thighs around his slender hips.

He arches a brow and slowly curls his lips into a smile. "Beg for it..."

"Please? I want it... I want it badly, please?" You beg shamelessly, whimpering as he hums approvingly before nodding his head and leaning down to capture your lips in a red-hot kiss. The heat of his passion sizzles on your tongue as he kisses you, groaning into your mouth with unrestrained lust. He keeps a hand on your thigh, squeezing and massaging the malleable flesh underneath his palm.

"Good." He purrs before reaching his arms over his head and tugging his shirt off over his back. The shirt because a warm beige blur as it is tossed aside to reveal lines of lean, hard muscle lining his chest and abdomen, covered in soft patches of dark hair that lead down to his pelvis. He moans approvingly as your hands seek out the warmth of his skin, dragging across the hard ridges of his abs as you trace their outlines. As you occupy yourself by rubbing his chest, he reaches underneath your (his) shirt and hooks his index finger into the waistband of your underwear, gently tugging it downwards, over your hips and down the swell of your thighs. Your naked pelvis is revealed to him, and his greedy eyes eagerly zip all across the newly exposed flesh as he hungrily licks his lips.

"Are you ready to do this?" He asks while flicking his eyes up to meet yours. "Are you ready for me to fuck you? There's no going back after this."

"I swear to god if you don't just fuck me already, I have never wanted something inside of me so bad—"

"Alright, alright." He responds with breathy laughter. "Alright, mama. Spread your legs for me."

Obediently, you spread your legs and reveal your pussy to him, much to his delight. He groans at the sight of your wet pussy lips glistening in the dim golden light of your bedroom, and reaches a curious finger down between your legs to experimentally prod the wet pearl pulsating before him, practically begging to be stimulated. A soft gasp is forced from your lips the moment he presses the soft pads of his fingers against your clit, humming appreciatively at the way your body responds by arching your back and leaning into his touch.