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Omar Marmoush - dirty

Nctenhypenfan this is for you

You sit on the couch in the living room watching TV while waiting for your boyfriend to come home after a game he played yesterday in which his team won 7:2. He even scored a goal.
You smile as you think about the game you watched yesterday on TV, being proud of your boyfriend. You can wait for him to come home.
You hear the garage door open, and after a few minutes, the front door. Your boyfriend enters and takes his cap off.
„Hey, darling." He greets you and puts his cap and jacket onto the coat rack.
You stand up from the couch and run to the entrance and pull Omar into a tight hug.
He hugs you back and kisses the top of your head. „You watched the game yesterday, right?" he asks you, and you nod. „Yes, I watched it, and I'm so proud of you! Congratulations to the victory and your goal; I knew you'd do it," you say happily. He chuckles amused with a smile.
„You're so cute," he says and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer into his body while he places a soft, short kiss on your lips.
He notices that you're only wearing a wide sweater and some short black sweatpants. He smirks and puts his hands on your waist. „Just wearing your comfortable and cosy clothes while you waited for me, huh?"
"Wait till you see what's under these clothes." You say with a grin.
You can see how his smirk grows wider at the thought of that. He grabs your waist tighter and lifts you up. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips while he slowly begins to walk towards the bedroom.
Without stopping, he sits down on the bed, holding you in his lap and leaning over to pull your sweater off. Now you're only wearing a simple, black, slightly transparent bra. Still hovering over you, he begins to leave kisses on your neck and collarbone. You gasp and giggle as he kisses your neck with light pecks. He pulls your body closer to him to kiss your chest now. You can feel his hands moving lower until they're resting on the waistband of your sweatpants.
Without a warning, he quickly sits you down on the bed and gets on top of you. Before attacking your neck with kisses, he whispers into your ear. „You know, there's something I wanna try out with you..."
You give him a suspicious glance. „What are you planning?" you ask while running your hand through his hair with a smirk.
He moves his head down to your torso and places kisses on it until he arrives where the waistband of your sweatpants is. He begins to pull them down, taking your pants with them at the same time. Now you're only wearing your bra. He sits back up, pulls his shirt quickly over his head, and also takes his pants and boxershorts off. Now both are almost completely naked. He looks down at you with a smirk. „Are you ready?"
"Mhm," you say and nod while biting down on your lip.
He smiles. You can see his growing excitement; he's more than ready already. He leans down, kissing you while his hands find their way to your back to unclip your bra.
He pulls it off of you and throws it onto the floor somewhere in the room without breaking the kiss. His hands start to caress your bare chest.
He pulls away from the kiss for a moment to whisper to you. "I'm going to tie you up now." You eyes widen a little.
„Um, what?" you question. He moves again until he finds something on your nightstand and puts it right in front of your face so you recognise it. In front of you is a pair of fuzzy, black handcuffs.
„Oh-" you simply say as realisation hits you, your heart starting to beat faster.
You had never done something like this, so you're a little nervous. He places a quick kiss on your lips. „You trust me, right?" he asks.
You nod. "Just promise me you will be careful." You say
He smiles. „Of course. I won't tie it too tight, and we can take it off anytime if you really don't like it." With that said, he reaches for your wrists. „Hands above head," he orders softly.
You put your hands above your head.
"Please tell me that you have the key.". „Of course I do," he answers with a reassuring smile. He takes your wrists in his hands and begins handcuffing them.
With one loop through the headboard so both of your wrists are tied and secure on the headboard so you can't move your wrists.
He kisses your lips before continuing.
He looks you in the eyes. „Comfy? Is the position okay?" he asks.
You nod before you look at a pillow.
Omar gets the hint and puts the pillow under your hip.
He places a small kiss on your forehead.
„That's better now, right?" He begins to move down your body, kissing your chest and stomach on his way, until he arrives at your hip.
He hooks your legs with his arms and pulls them so your thighs are resting on his shoulders, making you more vulnerable and accessible. Your eyes widen as this isn't the usual position you're used to. He places kisses on your inner thighs with his hands caressing and squeezing your legs. „Ready, darling?" He looks up at you, his eyes showing how excited he is. You nod and let him proceed. The sight of you being so vulnerable and helpless with your legs on his shoulders only makes him more eager. He looks up at you again. „Don't be afraid to be loud," he says with a smirk. With that said, he bends down and begins with soft kisses on your clitoral. You let out a sharp moan. He smiles at your reaction to his action and repeats it, getting a similar reaction from you again. He continues to kiss your neck while your moans and gasps fill up the room. The feeling of being tied up and vulnerable makes the sensation so much more intense. He continues with kisses and licks on your clitoral area, starting to tease you with it.
You gasp. „Omar," you moan his name.
Wanting more.
He stops to look up at you. You see his smirk. He's enjoying this. „You're so impatient," he teases you. You let out a whiny-like moan in response.
He laughs softly and continues to tease you with slow licks on your clitoral area, wanting to make you desperate. You can't do anything but lay in bed.
You wrap your legs around his neck.
His smirk only grows wider as he looks up at you. „So needy." He says while stopping to tease you. You gasp when you feel him stopping.
He looks up at you while holding onto your legs. „You ready now?" he teases you. You nod and look at him desperately with pleading eyes. He chuckles slightly at your response, finding it cute. He decides to finally let you have what you're begging for. I'll just tell you one thing. Don't you dare to hold back any moan."
„You hear me?" He asks in a more commanding tone, and you nod. He can see that you're getting really excited.
You watch him as he bends down again to finally give you what you were eagerly waiting for.
He inserts two fingers into you.
"Fuck," you moan, wanting to grab his hair, which doesn't work now because of the handcuffs.
He chuckles as he watches you trying to move your hands and not being able to
He continues to move his fingers in and out of you, adding a third one
You're now a moaning mess, and you try to move your hands again, but again you can't. You let your head sink into the bed, moaning. You're so sensitive now.
"Look at me," you hear him say, and you look up at him. It's hard to focus as you're losing yourself in pleasure at this point.
Your moans fill the air as you keep your eyes on his eyes, just like he told you.
He can definitely tell how needy you are for him right now.
He moves his fingers faster, in and out, while he watches you letting yourself go.
„Oh god..." you moan out. You can feel him smiling at that.
He starts to curl his fingers while moving them. You notice how the sensation is more intense now.
You let out a sharp moan. He's hitting all the right spots now.
You try to move your hands as you feel that you are about to come, but you can't because of the handcuffs. You let out a frustrated whine when you realise you can't move your hands and get a better grip on him. He laughs. Don't try to fight it. Just let it happen," he says to you, watching your face while he moves his fingers faster now. You whine again as the sensation is overwhelming. You try to form a proper sentence, but the moans are interrupting you. He looks at your face, seeing how you're about to lose it soon. "Come on, don't hold back. I know you're about to," he encourages you, as he can see that you're getting weaker minute by minute. Your eyes are shut, and all you can focus on is the feeling, your moan filling the room, and your hands trying to move again. He smiles. "That's it." He says encouraging you to finally let yourself go completely. Your whine is getting louder as you feel it's about to happen soon.
„Go on. Just let it happen." He whispers to you, seeing you close to the edge.
"Fuck," you moan as you come and try to move your hands to grab onto something.
He smiles as he watches you finally lose it completely and lets all the pleasure overtake you. You keep moaning loudly, and your body is shaking. Your hands are trying to grab onto something so you can hold onto it, but they keep getting pulled back.
Slowly you manage to calm down, your body calming down, and your breathing becoming normal again. You hear him chuckle and the bed moving as he sits up.
You open your eyes again and look over to him, feeling drained and exhausted.
He smiles down at you while his hands gently begin to rub your legs. „How are you feeling, darling?" he asks, his voice much softer now after this intense experience. He continues to rub your legs carefully as if they're delicate and sensitive right now.
"Okay," you say, but wanting more. You want his dick.
He chuckles a bit, and he sees the hint in your eyes. „I'm guessing you still want more then?" he says
You nod
He starts to crawl up again, getting above you again. He leans down and whispers in your ear. You can hear the smirk in his voice. „Then I'm going to give you more," he says and starts to kiss your neck, collarbone, and chest.
He looks at the pillow and sees that it's still under your hip, so he brings his tip to your entrance.
He looks into your eyes as he gets into position. He waits for a second.
„Ready?" he asks in a soft voice. You nod, "Please."
He smiles and begins to push into you slowly, making sure you're comfortable.
You let out a gasp as you feel him inside you, but that quickly turns into a moan.
Hearing your moan makes him get faster and deeper because he knows you're feeling good.
He puts his hands onto your legs that are still resting on his shoulders, holding them tightly.
He continues to pump in and out while watching your face and listening to your
moans
„You're so sensitive right now." He says slightly amused, watching you being so responsive.
He continues to move while holding onto your legs, trying to get the right angle. He hits a certain spot that makes you let out a loud moan, which gets him going. He smirks, hearing your loud moan. He keeps on going at the pace he's going and with the angle that hits the right spot, making you let out loud moans.
You try to move your wrists again, wanting to grab onto something to hold onto. You still can't because of the handcuffs.
He watches you, noticing your hands and wrists moving, which reminds him that you're not in control over your hands with the handcuffs. It makes him feel even more dominant over you right now.
He lets himself go more and moves even deeper and faster, making you moan even more.
You feel your sensitive body getting weak again, and you can tell you're close to losing it again. "I'm close again," you moan and still try to move your hands.
He notices your sensitive body is trying to lose control again, and it's turning him on even more. He sees you trying to move your hands again and looks at you. He can imagine how you're wishing you could hold onto something.
He removes one of his hands from your legs and takes your hand and interlinks your fingers so you have some to hold on to.
You feel his hand on yours, holding it tightly. Your fingers interlock, and it makes you grip onto it tightly, wanting to hold onto something like this. He can see how desperate you are now.
He begins to go rougher and faster now, and his hand holding onto yours is so tight.
"Fuck," you moan and feel that you're about to come. He watches your face, seeing how you're about to lose it any second now.
He can tell how desperate you are now when you grip onto his hand tightly and let out moans.
He's going so fast and rough now that you're starting to shake slightly, and he can see that you're right on the edge of losing control.
„Come on, let go," he whispers in a low tone, encouraging you to be done and let yourself go again.
He can tell that you're right there when you suddenly squeeze onto his hand even more tightly.
Your whole body is shaking now, and your moans are getting louder as you finally come.
Once you've done it, he lets you rest, trying to calm down and relax. You can feel him getting weak as well, starting to breathe heavier. He moves faster again, feeling he is close to the edge.
He feels like he's nearing his limit now and is about to lose control as well. The way you're shaking and breathing heavily under him only turns him on more.
He continues to go at the same pace and speed that makes him the most excited and lets himself go more. He keeps his grip on your hand tight, wanting to hold onto something now.
"I'm close," he manages to say through heavy breathing.
"Let go," you say, still breathing heavily.
Your words only encourage him more, and it gives him the permission to finally let himself go after all this.
You hear him moan as he finally releases himself. He lets go of your hand to put his hands next to your head, and he tries to calm down and not let his body fall onto yours. He takes a few seconds to calm down and recover himself. He looks at you, seeing you also trying to calm down after all of this. He has a slight smirk on his face when he watches you like this.
You're both calming down now, your breathing returning to normal. He lets down your legs so he can lay down on top of you now, putting his face in the crook of your neck and his body weight onto you.
He's still breathing heavily as he nuzzles his head into your neck, just wanting to be close to you and feel your body heat.
You can feel his cum running out of you, and you try to move your hands, but then you get reminded that you can't by the handcuffs.
You feel him let out a soft laugh as you're reminded of the handcuffs again.
"Can you please remove them? They start to hurt," you say, and wince a little as you move your hands again. Because of all the pleasure you felt before, you didn't realise that they started to hurt. He pulls away from your neck, looking at your face. He notices your wincing a bit, and that makes him feel a bit guilty for handcuffing you like that for so long.
He gently kisses your forehead. „Yes, I'm so sorry." He apologises in a soft tone.
He reaches over to the nightstand to grab the key and uncuffs you.
Once the handcuff is off your wrists, he places kisses on your wrists and lightly rubs them, gently massaging them.
He notices how your wrists are red now from being locked up in the handcuffs for such a long time.
"I'm so sorry that I kept you in the handcuffs for so long. You can tell me more clearly if it gets too uncomfortable next time, okay?" He apologises and places another soft kiss on your forehead.
"Next time?" You ask joking
He chuckles and laughs softly. He knows you're joking, but he wants to tease you a bit anyway. „Are you saying you don't want there to be a next time?" He smirks at you.
"I do, but maybe not with handcuffs. I mean, don't get me wrong, it was good, but I need something to tell on, and I need to move my hands and arms." You say
He smiles, his smirk growing bigger. „So you liked it but don't like feeling tied up and vulnerable." He sums up what you're saying in one sentence.
"You make it sound like I'm an idiot."
You say and laugh a bit.
He laughs with you, realising what it sounds like. „No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound like that at all. I just mean that you're liking the rough part of it; just don't like feeling weak and submissive." he clarifies
"Yeah, that sounds better. I don't mind if you take control sometimes, but you know me, I also want to do something." You say. He grins. „I know. You're definitely not the type to just lay back and wait for someone to do the work for you," he chuckles and playfully pokes your side.
You let out a slight scream as he pokes your side because your ticklish there.
He laughs as you yell, realising that he touched a ticklish spot.
„Sorry about that; I shouldn't have forgotten that you're ticklish in that spot." He chuckles again, seeing your reaction.
You laugh at his and your reaction. "And you could have given me your hand earlier and not let me wait to grab onto something." You say, reminding him that you mostly need something to hold on to.
He laughs a bit at your statement and realises that he missed an opportunity to just give you his hand earlier so you wouldn't have to struggle so much. You're right, I should have thought of that and just given you my hand and kept it that way. I'm sorry, I was just so caught up in the moment," he says, his apology half-humorous.
"Hey, don't laugh at me! You know that I need something to hold on."
He laughs again, finding your reaction funny but not in a bad way. He knows that you always have to have something to hold onto during sex, but he likes teasing you about it sometimes.
"I know, I'm sorry. You know I don't mind giving you something to hold onto, and I know you need it. I'm just messing with you." He says in an amused tone
„But next time I'll remember to just give you my hand instead of waiting for you to beg for it," he adds, jokingly.
"Hey, that's not funny. How would you feel when I would push your hands away as soon as you touched me?" You let him know he needs to touch you. He laughs again, hearing your comment. He knows that he needs physical touch and wouldn't like you pushing his hands away, so he understands your feelings and your point.
„Okay, okay, I understand. I know I won't like it when you push my hands away when I'm trying to touch you, but that's not going to happen." he says with a smirk.
"Wait till next time." You say
He laughs, amused by your statement and your challenging attitude.
„Are you seriously going to push my hands away when I try to touch you next time?" He asks in a playful tone, raising his eyebrows.
"Maybe," you say, knowing damn well that's exactly what you're doing next time.
His eyes widen slightly after your answer, surprised by how certain you sound that you're going to push his hands away next time. „You wouldn't even let me touch you at all next time?" he asks in a slightly shocked tone, realising just how desperate he would feel if you refused to let him touch you at all.
"No, not even for one second." You say
His eyes widen even more after you clarify that you wouldn't let him touch you one bit next time. He's slightly shocked by how serious you sound and how certain you are with this.
„Are you kidding?" He asks, his voice still in that slightly shocked tone.
"I'm serious, and if you still try it too often, I will stop, and then you can see yourself how you're going to solve your problem." You tell him and begin to put on a fresh pair of underwear.
He watches you as you put on your underwear. He feels a bit worried now and feels the need to convince you not to do that to him. „Please don't do that. I really wouldn't like it if you didn't let me touch you at all.
Please don't," he says in a vulnerable tone that sounds like a desperate plea.
"Too late," you say before throwing a new pair of boxers to him.
He sighs as you throw a new pair of boxers to him. He takes them and puts them on.
He looks at you, seeing that you're not joking and are serious about what you just said. He's still feeling worried.
„But please, don't... I won't even last 5 minutes if you don't let me touch you.
Don't do this to me." He pleads, his voice sounding weak again.
"It's not my problem," you say as you get back in bed and cuddle with him.
He sighs again as you say it's not your problem, feeling helpless that he can't do anything now to convince you. He cuddles you back, holding you close to him and putting his face into your neck, nuzzling it. He lets out a soft groan, feeling desperate, vulnerable, and needy for physical touch right now.
And he really always needs physical touch. Even when he's asleep, he needs to hold onto you somehow.
Now that you won't let him touch you next time, it makes him feel extremely desperate.
All he wants right now is to be close to you so he can get some physical touch.
He feels like he's already craving the intimacy and craving feeling your skin, even if you're just cuddling.
It hurts him how desperately he needs it right now, and it hurts him even more that he won't be able to relieve himself with physical touches next time.
"Expect..." you say.
He looks up at you curiously, his eyes full of anticipation, hoping that you're going to say that next time isn't going to be like this after all. „Expect what?" he asks, his tone sounding like he's praying that you're going to say something good.
"If you buy me new books, I'll let you touch me, and I will forget about what you did today." You say
His eyes widen after you say this, and that makes him perk up immediately. It sounds too good to be true to him.
He's still processing this, wondering if he heard right and wondering if you're serious about making a deal like this.
„Are you—are you serious? If I buy you new books, you won't deny me all physical touch next time." He repeats, his eyes sparkling in anticipation.
You nod.
He bites his lip and grins after you nod. It's an extremely tempting offer for him to not let you deny him physical touch next time. He's desperate to touch you all the time, especially now when he's already craving it so much. „Deal," he says after a moment of thinking and not doubting for a second that he has to agree to this deal.
"Where is your laptop?" He asked, wanting to buy you the books now.
"It's on my desk," you say, laughing a little at his reaction.
He laughs too, glad that you agreed to make this deal with him. He suddenly gets up and runs over to your desk.
He grabs his laptop, turns it on, and starts searching for sites with books.
His fingers are moving rapidly across the keyboard, clearly in a hurry.
After a while, he's managed to find a good online store with many different books.
He places the laptop on his lap and has already gathered a whole list of books that he wants to buy you.
„Now tell me, which ones do you want?" He asks, looking at you excitedly. "I'll already buy them in the basket." You say and lean against him as he sits down onto the bed again.
He looks at you once he's sitting down again, noticing that you're getting closer and leaning against him.
He wraps his arm around you, holding you close to him, and pulls you over on the bed to sit next to him so you can see the screen together.
After a few seconds of scrolling down and placing more books into the basket, he looks at you again, raising an eyebrow.
"Are you sure you want so many of them? I didn't realise you wanted so many books." He chuckles, amused.
"Sorry, I'll take some out of the basket." You say not wanting to sound like you just want his money.
He laughs when you immediately start apologizing. He finds it funny and cute that you feel bad for wanting too many books, as if he would complain and tell you to take some out. „No, don't take any out! I'm teasing you!
I want you to be fully satisfied with all of your books; don't worry." He chuckles, amused.
He kisses your cheek softly and grins as he sees your embarrassed reaction. It also makes him realise that you actually care about whether you're asking for too much or not. It makes him feel so much for you that you're actually considerate and feel sorry if you're asking for too much.
He finds it so cute when you feel guilty to ask for something. You're such a selfless and considerate person.
He places more books in the basket and scrolls down even further, looking for more. His arm is still wrapped around you, holding you close to him and giving him physical comfort.
"No stop, they won't even fit in my bookshelf." You say and look over at your already full bookshelf. He laughs and stops when you tell him to. He laughs because he's amused by your concerns that it won't fit on the bookshelf.
He looks over at the bookshelf too, realising that it's true; the bookshelf probably won't hold many more books if he puts any more in.
„Maybe you have to find a place to put another bookshelf." He jokes, looking back at you.
"No, you're not buying me a new bookshelf; that's too much."
He laughs a little at your reaction, thinking it's funny how you're starting to feel bad again because you think he's doing too much and would actually buy you a bookshelf too on top of all the books.
He finds it so cute and amusing at the same time that you care so much about asking for too much and don't want him to go overboard for you. Then he smirks playfully, pretending to be offended by your statement.
„What do you mean too much? I can afford it, you know." He smirks, raising an eyebrow.
"I know you can, but I feel bad if you spend so much money on me." You say
He laughs softly at your statement, loving how considerate you are and how you worry about him spending too much money on you.
You shouldn't feel bad because I have a lot of money and I'm more than happy to spend it on you. So stop feeling bad; you're not asking for too much." He smiles at you warmly, comforting you.
He put even more in the basket before he bought them.
He fills the basket with even more books before he finally decides that it's enough books. He looks over at you one more time, feeling excited that he can finally buy it for you. „This is definitely enough, right?
Because this is definitely a lot of books," he smirks, raising his eyebrows. He already knows the answer anyway.
You put your hand over your mouth as you see how many books are in the basket.
He laughs after he sees your shock. He knows that you're surprised and shocked now, feeling like that's a lot of books.
He can't help but tease you a bit more.
„You thought that I was joking when I said that I want you to be fully satisfied.
Looks like I wasn't kidding." He smirks, amused.
He also buys you a new bookshelf.
"Thank you." You say and pull him into a tight hug.
He smiles as you hug him tightly. It's an adorable gesture to him that you hug him like that after he bought you something, knowing that you're genuinely thankful for the gift and not expecting or demanding it. He kisses the top of your head softly, enjoying the close physical contact and the warm feeling he gets from that.
He whispers quietly while hugging you, the tone of his voice full of affection, „You're welcome, princess."

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