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THE THIRD ONEEEEEE

I would give my life for some scarabee bootlicking + aftercare 🥺🥺

You can have a little brat taming too. As a treat.

Enjoy, angel

More conglomerate things, yay! If you haven’t heard of the Conglomerate, a mafia!Beej AU with 5 iterations of him, click here!

Warning: NSFW, boot riding/licking, moderate degradation/humiliation

The smell of expensive cigars and Zhuk’s custom made cigarettes danced through the air, wafting up to your nose as you silently made your way to the smoking room. As you grew closer to the door, you could hear their laughter grow louder, the five of them clearly engaged in one old tale or another by the fire. Without you. Again.

It wasn’t their fault, really, it wasn’t. They were busy men- managing their respective empires took a great deal of energy, even for demons, and so they needed the off time to relax and enjoy each other’s company without the stress of running a mafia weighing on their backs. But of course, there was you, waiting patiently each day for them to return to the estate after dealing with whatever business they needed to, and they go off and hole up in the smoking room without even once asking you to join them. You expected it to sting, but really, it just made you annoyed. You never once questioned their love for you, not even for a moment, so their obvious disregard for your needs was more of a nuisance than anything. So, tonight, you decided it would be different. They wanted to ignore you? Well, you’d give them something to ignore.

You smirked softly as you rapped on the smoking room door, and when you heard Zhuk beckon you inside, you opened the door and let it swing open. You watched as each of their jaws quickly dropped at the sight of you, clad in a body hugging black dress with a high slit, revealing your legs clad in black gladiator heels with thin straps traveling up your leg to just above your knees. Bee knew this dress well- the back was open, save for a sparkling gold serpent travelling up your spine secured with thin black straps to the sides of the dress. Paired with soft ringlet curls and the brightest red lipstick you owned, you were an absolute knockout, and you all knew it. You fought back a snicker at the sight of them, eyes wide and drool nearly escaping from the corners of their mouths as their gazes trailed over your body, taking in your exposed leg, your perfectly round breasts, and your lips as they stretched into a soft smirk.

“Well...cherie, don’t you look mighty pretty,” Bee finally said, his voice as strained as the fabric at the front of his pants. “Why don’t you come in and join us, hmm?”

You didn’t answer, didn’t even give him the satisfaction of looking him in the eye. Instead, you strode to the chemise in the corner of the room, your usual spot, and laid yourself down, your dress sliding back to reveal even more of your leg to Bajo’s clear delight, if the radiant grin on his face was any indication. Still, you largely kept your eyes off of them, choosing to gaze into the roaring fire or down at your fingernails rather than pay them any mind.

“Kotenok? Are you feeling alright?” Zhuk asked, his voice heavy with concern at your ignoring them. It nearly made you feel bad enough to shoot him a reassuring look, but you took a deep breath and held your ground, maintaining your silence. The tension in the room grew, and you couldn’t help yourself from darting your eyes to look at them just for a split second. While Bajo looked confused and Zhuk and Cia looked concerned, Bee and Gio were clearly angry, both of their hands gripping the heads of their canes in a tight, unrelenting grip. Goodness, those two really could be hotheaded.

“Did you not hear him, petite fille?” Bee asked warningly, his anger clearly simmering inside of him. “He asked if you were alright.”

His clipped tone did manage to spike fear in the pit of your stomach, so you finally decided to meet his gaze, staring back at him with a defiant grin.

“Oh, I’m sorry. You want my attention now?” you asked mockingly, examining your fingernails with contempt. “Seems like you should’ve come to me when you got home. Shame, really. Well, I’ll be off!”

You quickly rose from the chemise, straightening out your dress as Bee sat frozen in his chair, the corner of his eye twitching as the rage threatened to boil over inside of him from your sheer insolence. He rose from his armchair incredibly slowly, holding his cane firmly in front of him as he stared you down, his face morphing into a stoic frown.

“Come here, kitten. Now,” he commanded quietly, which somehow managed to be scarier than if he’d actually screamed at you. Still, you attempted to stand firm, looking him dead in the eye as you sauntered away from him and towards the still open door. Before you could even attempt to cross the threshold, however, you were stopped by a large hand plunging itself painfully in your hair, gripping tightly at your now mussed curls and pulling a tiny yelp from your lips. His other hand was instantly around your throat, gripping so tightly that the edges of your vision started to go fuzzy as you gasped a strained breath.

“I wasn’t askin’,” he growled, dragging you over to his chair and forcing you onto your knees. He let go of your hair, but his other hand stayed wrapped firmly around your throat, his cool rings digging sharply into your skin as he stared down at you, his hair burning a hot, deep red. “What’s the matter, kitten? Come now, you wanted our attention, and now, you’ve got it. Mon Dieu, never in my life have I had a breather treat me, treat us, with such disrespect. You best remember your place in this estate, cher. Or are you going to need me to teach you a lesson?”

You clawed uselessly at his hand, icy dread filling your stomach at the thought of what that could mean. You looked up at him pleadingly, shaking your head and mouthing a silent “No.” Nevertheless, he grinned wickedly, tightening his grip around your throat and reveling in the choked off gasp it pulled from your lips.

“Wrong answer.”

His hand was gone, but the pressure remained, and when you looked down, you saw a shadowy limb had replaced it, maintaining an almost too firm grip as he reclined in his chair, smirking down at you victoriously as your wrists were quickly grabbed and held behind your back. His smirk only grew as he dragged the toe of his boot over your exposed thigh, tracing little circles into your skin before trailing under your dress to press firmly against your pussy. You grunted, struggling against the grip his shadows had on you, but the more you struggled, the more hands he conjured to hold you in place, until you had no choice but to surrender to him as he began to slowly circle his boot over your clit, sending shameful sparks of pleasure up your spine as the other four dons watched, overwhelmingly enjoying the sight of you being put into your place. You glared up at Bee defiantly, your eyes burning with silent vitriol and welling up with spiteful tears, but it only made him stimulate your harder, grinning evilly as you whimpered against your will from the humiliating pleasure assaulting your body. The tears finally spilled over as you whimpered, trying your hardest not to grind down against his unrelenting touch.

“Doesn’t she look pretty with a boot between her legs, boys?” he asked, the tips of his hair practically growing as his anger over your defiance only grew. “Go on, tell her. She deserves to hear it, she did get all dolled up for us, after all.”

“Oh she does, Scarabee,” Gio jeered, his grin practically bloodthirsty as he leaned forward in his chair to watch you suffer. “She never looks as pretty as when she’s on her knees, getting what she deserves.”

“Indeed, mi amigo,” Bajo said, his voice strained as he watched the muscles in your thigh tremble. You blushed shamefully under their gazes, your head finally hanging to avoid looking them in the eye as you sniffled, your tears starting to drip to the floor and onto the cuff of Bee’s pant leg. “Think you’d let me sink my teeth into her?”

“I’m afraid not, Escarabajo, she’d enjoy that too much. Let the little brat get herself off,” he spat, stilling the movement of his boot between your legs but keeping the toe pressed firmly against your clit. “Now, where were we, boys?”

The five of them quickly descended back into conversation as you whimpered, grinding down instinctually against his boot. You felt it each time one of them looked over at you, their eyes practically devouring you as you circled your hips, your cheeks burning with shame as the pleasure began to flow through you again. Christ, it felt so good, the leather dragging deliciously against your clit as you ground down harder against it, whimpering pitifully as your slick began to soak through your panties and dampen the toe of his boot. They all attempted to maintain casual conversation, but every once in a while, it would go silent, all five pairs of eyes locked on where Bee’s boot disappeared under your dress and your gasps and moans the only sounds reverberating through the room. It continued like this for several minutes, and your skin burned under their gazes, hot shame pooling in your belly as you ground down faster. You hated this, you hated the way they all leered at you, clearly enjoying the sight of you forced onto your knees to take your punishment, you hated the way the toe of his boot felt heavenly against your clit, but most of all, you hated how much you fucking loved it all. Your mascara practically melted off of your lashes from the hot tears pouring down your cheeks, trailing the inky blackness over your skin. As your whimpers grew higher and higher in pitch, you were teetering on the edge of oblivion, but just when you were about to tumble over, the boot was pulled out from between your legs, your whimpers elongating into a long groan of protest. The hand around your throat finally let go and you took a thankful gasp of air, but it quickly tangled itself in your hair and pushed your face towards the floor, holding you at eye level with Bee’s boot, the dark leather glistening with your slick.

“Clean it up,” he commanded, taking a slow sip of brandy from his glass as he stared down at you. You hesitated, still panting from the near orgasm and first true gulp of air you’d had in several minutes, so the hand in your hair tugged harshly, pulling a pained cry from your lips. “I don’t have all night, cher. Clean. It. Up.”

Taking a deep breath, you steadied yourself and lowered your lips to the boot, licking a long, slow stripe over the leather. You made quick work of it, your entire body trembling with humiliation and desire as you tasted yourself smeared over his boot and imagined just what you looked like dragging your tongue across it, cleaning up the mess you made from the lesson you had to learn. When it was finally clean, you pressed a single apologetic kiss to the toe before sitting back up, waiting on your knees for Bee to acknowledge you.

“That’s a good girl,” he finally said, dispelling the shadow hands and letting his own card through your sweat-dampened hair. Trembling still, with inky tears still dripping down your face, you leaned into his touch, comforted by his sudden gentleness as your crying finally overtook you, a broken sob hiccuping from your lips. He leaned down and mercifully scooped you from the floor and up into his lap, hushing your crying and rocking you gently in his arms. “Come now, cher, ain’t no reason to cry. You took your punishment like the good little kitten I know you are. So, why don’t you tell us what that little stunt was about, hmm?” The rest of them watched quietly, concern evident in their eyes now that your punishment had concluded.

“I-It’s just,” you whimpered, leaning heavily into his chest as he rocked you. “You’ve all been so busy lately. You’re out of the estate all day, and when you come back, you hole up in here and don’t even ask me to join you. I know you all love me, but...you haven’t been very attentive to me lately. I was annoyed, and angry, and I just wanted to get back at you.”

Bee sighed heavily, nodding silently to himself.

“You’re right, ma cher. We haven’t been takin’ care of you the way we should, have we?” he asked, his shoulders drooping as if weighed down by the guilt that suddenly wracked him. You nodded in agreement, looking around at the rest of them to see similar guilt reflected in all of their eyes as they recalled the past few weeks, realizing how little of their time was spent with you. “I hope you’ll forgive us for behaving so poorly towards you, darl’, and trust us, it will not happen again. But I hope that next time, if we ever do anything to upset you, you’ll talk to us first instead of actin’ up. Is that understood?”

With a soft sniffle, you nodded, reaching up to wipe away the black tear tracks from your cheeks. You shot him a tiny smile and he immediately relaxed, not being able to help himself from giving you a little grin of his own.

“Atta girl. Now, why don’t you go wait in my bedroom, and tonight, we’ll make sure you feel extra taken care of, hmm?”

You perked up at that, your eyes alight with excitement as you quickly removed yourself from his lap. The other four watched on in amusement as you made your way to the door, your heels clicking along the floor as you went.

“Oh, and darl’?”

You turned back, your cheeks flushing at the sight of all five of their matching grins, their eyes hooded and smoldering with mischief as they took you in one last time.

“Keep the dress on.”

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love-beetlejuice-universe · 1 year

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That was amazing

Shitty Valentines 2023: ISWM Edition

Have a safe and happy Valentines everyone! Watch for the wormhole on your way out!

#markiplier #iswm #in space with markiplier #iswm mark

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love-beetlejuice-universe · 1 year

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Brothers

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love-beetlejuice-universe · 1 year

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The beetlejuice x reader fics u r looking for belong to @beetlebitchywitch. Her wtiting is fantastic!

Thank you so much! I’ve been looking forever!

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love-beetlejuice-universe · 1 year

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Need help finding some fanfics I read a while back.

1. Y/N x BJ - the reader found a black box in bj’s wardrobe or something and it was a strap on. Then Bj got pegged.

2. Y/n x Mafia!BJ - I don’t think it was like the conglomerate. y/n’s partner traded y/n to bj so that he could live. I think it was called like ‘changing hands’ but I can’t find it.

3. Y/n x Mafia!Bj - I’m pretty this one was in the conglomerate. Bj was in a meeting or something and y/n got herself off against his boot infront of everyone.

If anyone knows where I can find these, it would really help. :)

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice smut #beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice the musical #the conglomerate #forgot the name #where are they #i need to find this

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love-beetlejuice-universe · 1 year

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#blue excorsist #blue exorcist fanart #nemu takara

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love-beetlejuice-universe · 1 year

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#junji ito #souichi tsujii #junji ito souichi #junji ito fanart #Souichi Tsujii fanart #Souichi fanart

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love-beetlejuice-universe · 1 year

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#mammon fanart #obey me #the great mammon #artwork #fanart

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love-beetlejuice-universe · 2 years

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Markiplier X Reader Smut

This is just smut without plot. MDNI 18+

He thrust in and out, one hand holding his cock while the other stroked my clit, and my arms wrapped around his neck for leverage.

I watched his face as he entered me, watching his eyes go wide as he lost himself in pleasure, and his face fall as he pulled out.

He thrust in again and pulled out, panting.

The first few thrusts were timid, but soon his rhythm increased.

He started slow, and then began to really pound into me, his balls slapping against my ass.

He filled me up so completely that I knew he couldn't be going all the way in.

I knew that I wouldn't last long, and my own pussy muscles were clenching down on my clit.

I felt myself swelling up, and he leaned in to kiss me while still fucking me.

I held his face in my hands, almost too happy to kiss him back, and I melted into his kiss.

He held my face in his hands and kept thrusting.

I wasn't going to last, but I didn't want to pull away.

Mark knew.

He didn't even have to say a word.

His thrusting slowed, only to increase in speed in short order.

This wasn't fucking this time.

He was building up to something - to something big.

His arms tightened around her, digging into the curve of her ass.

He pushed upward, forcing her breasts toward his mouth.

He squeezed them and then lowered his mouth to her breasts, sucking at her nipples, tugging on them with his teeth.

With a groan, he abruptly slowed his thrusting.

His whole body tensed.

His hips jerked.

He braced himself with his palms against the wall, his body quaking with barely restrained energy.

Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, curling her legs around his waist and h*ps to hold him inside her.

There was something about being closer to the pain, to his power, that was so right for her.

His body jerked once more as the savage pounding of his cock into her belly intensified.

He cried out her name, his arms hugging her tightly to his chest as his body shuddered against hers.

As his muscles clamped down, he thrust deeper, grinding his pubic bone into her.

As she came, he reached up with one hand and slapped the hand over her mouth, yelling, "Harder, take it."

Again and again he beat into her, forcing his way deeper and harder.

Beth felt like he was going to split her in two and she held on for dear life.

"God, that's the best.

That's it.

Harder, harder.

Harder, harder," she chanted, repeating his mantra as he pounded into her.

With each and every stroke, her body exploded in tremors of rapturous pleasure.

"No.

Don't stop," she cried.

"Oh god, no, not yet."

And then she shattered.

Y/n cried out his name, body wracked with tremors, and then he was there too, surging into her, throwing her against the wall and gripping her hips tightly.

She felt his dick twitch and he yelled out her name again as he came.

Then he collapsed on her and, still humping her slowly, he groaned with the effort.

He hung his head between her breasts, his breathing ragged.

It was a full ten minutes before either of them could move, but they were finally able to do so.

When they did, he rolled off her.

"That," he muttered, his face flushed and breathing hard, "was, without a doubt, the best f**king thing I've ever done."

"Uhhh.

Me too," she answered breathlessly.

He raised his head.

"Did you just say that you believe what happened today was something you've never experienced?"

"No.

I said I don't want to do that again."

His eyes went wide.

"Holy shit.

No way!

I mean...I can't even believe that's possible.

The world was right.

You were right."

"What do you mean?"

she asked.

"I've always thought of you as pure, honest-to-goodness female.

When you came to me today...and today only, I mean, I've never thought of you like that before."

She swallowed and looked away, at his erection, which was still inside her.

"I like sex," she blurted out.

"I like a good, hot, hard shag now and then, but...I don't think I like hurting."

Yup, there she went again.

It was like an epic fail to not make any kind of joke.

He kissed the top of her head.

"I guess we were both wrong, huh?

I didn't really know you before today."

"I'm okay," she said.

He thought for a moment.

"Right now, we're both okay.

I've wanted this from the second I saw you that night, but you've wanted a lot more from me."

She nodded, trying to pull herself together.

"I think...I think we've both gotten what we wanted today."

"I think we've just made a couple of miscalculations," he said with a crooked grin.

She pulled him down for a kiss.

"No more.

You can start by taking this thing out of me."

#markiplier #markiplier x reader #Markiplier smut #boy x girl

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love-beetlejuice-universe · 2 years

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Bratty sub shigaraki that needs to be put in his place mmmmmmmmmmm

Oh god, this means I’m gonna get sub Shigaraki asks today huh-? I’m fine with it but how many am I gonna get-

I hate how this turned out but I’m not a big smut writer anyway since I get a lot of fluff asks, so I can’t really expect much lol

Minors DNI (Nsfw under the cut)

Shigaraki x GN! Reader

Basically just jerking him off tbh

“Awww, someone got cocky, didn’t you Tomu?” You asked, but you didn’t really expect him to answer anyway.

You had him on his stomach with you sitting on his back. Usually training with him was a little more exciting, but it seems like he was just out of it today.

“Get off of me, you’re fucking suffocating me.” He snapped.

“Rude much?”

“Shut up and let me out.”

You flipped him onto his back, now sitting on his chest, your shorts not doing a very good job at covering your thighs. He couldn’t help the faint blush that appeared on his face, though he hoped you didn’t notice.

“Someone’s got an attitude today, huh? Say please and I’ll help you with that.” You joked, still on top of him, “just tell me that I’m better and I’ll get off of you.”

In truth, he didn’t really want you to get off of him. At least not when he could see your legs spread, even if it was just to pin him down. He couldn’t help his wandering mind.

“Hey, perv, maybe pop a boner somewhere else.” You said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He just wanted to disappear.

“Then get the fuck off of me! The fuck do you expect when you’re like this, slut.” He spat out.

He opened his mouth to say something else, but you had already shoved a few fingers in, just to shut him up.

“Eh, maybe, but you can’t even get a slut like me to fuck you apparently. Not like this at least.” You chuckled, grabbing his tongue with the fingers that were in his mouth.

You quickly removed your fingers and replaced them with your lips instead, shoving your tongue into his mouth before he could process what you were doing.

Well, all he knew now was that you were kissing him.

He didn’t know what to do. He just laid there, tongue limp while you desperately tried to get every taste of him that you could. There was a string of saliva connecting you when you pulled away.

“Slut. You’re so desperate for cock aren’t you?” He said, “if that’s what you want, try Dabi, I’ve got standards at least.”

“Then how’d this happen, huh Shig?” You asked, reaching behind you and trailing a finger along the bulge in his pants. “It’s only us here. Would you care to explain?”

He stayed silent, desperately trying to hold back a loud whine as you started palming his cock through his jeans. The fabric of his boxers would be stained by now, and it did very little to stop the growing wet spot on his jeans. The denim was practically rubbing him raw through his boxers.

“I could use you like a slut would, but like you said, you have standards. You wouldn’t dare be enticed by a slut like me, huh Shig?” You said, ending it with a smirk. “Even I’ve got standards. So give me one reason I should give you what you want…”

You pulled your hand away, ignoring the liquid on them. You sat there with that devilish smirk he loves hates. The room fell silent, and the air seemed to grow heavier by the second, almost as if it was trying to suffocate him.

He opened his mouth to talk, but again, your mouth covered his. He tried to be in control, but every time he moved, your legs clamped down harder around his torso. Your hands threatened to break his arms with every attempt to push you off, each failed attempt only resulting in a tighter grip. He was sure he’d have bruises, each one would serve a reminder that he barely had any control over you

It wasn’t his ideal situation, but he could make it work.

His mind goes blank every time your chest is against his. He could feel his cock ache for attention, but with your current position, he couldn’t even get a little bit of friction.

If he was just a little bit faster, he could’ve been the one on top, and you would’ve been under him, unable to resist him.

He can’t help his wondering eyes when you pull back after what seemed like forever. You’re right in front of his face, giving him a front row seat for him to see everything you had to offer. Almost everything actually.

You pulled him up by his shirt, making sure he was eye level with you, but you didn’t let him sit up. If he did, he could throw you off of him, and your little game would come to an end. It was just so fun to watch him try to resist, you couldn’t stop now!

“Say you’ll be my good boy, and I’ll let you undress me.” You said, voice low yet quiet.

You waited, but nothing was said after that.

“Eh, that’s fine. Have a nice day Tomura!” You giggled, letting go of his shirt. His head and back hit the ground as you got off of him.

You were leaving..?

You can’t! He didn’t get to finish yet!

“Wait-“ he said, making you stop in your tracks, “I-… I’ll be a good boy if you stay…” he whispered. It was barely audible at all, but you heard it just fine.

His sad, desperate eyes seemed to glow even more with every step you took towards him. Each sway of your hips, whether it was intentional or not, only served to excite him further, already eager to see what you’d do to him.

Instead though, you stopped halfway, just barely out of his reach. Each failed attempt to grab your hand or the bottom of your shirt only made you step back further. You only stopped once your back was against the wall, which he quickly took advantage of. To his surprise though, he was quickly turned and pinned to it instead of you.

“It’s not the best, but I can make it work.” You said, voice low against his ear as you slipped a hand under his shirt.

He tensed up, slightly pushing down against your hand. It didn’t feel bad, it was just new to him. He started to speak, only to be silenced by your hand over his mouth. He could feel your eyes on him as you lifted his shirt up higher, just to see what you were working with.

He was definitely as thin as he looked, but it didn’t really matter. He’d get better over time if he had the proper care.

Your hand dipped under the waistband of his pants, just barely brushing over his weeping tip as he let out a soft, muffled groan. His breath was hot against your hand with every shaky exhale. Every time you moved, he’d tense up immediately.

He stayed quiet, letting you look him over before you started to fiddle with the zipper on his jeans. At this point, it was wet to the touch, and his boxers were probably stained by now.

“A-are you sure about this? About me..?” He asked, his voice cracking every other word. It was hard to believe such a pretty thing like you would even think about touching him so intimately.

You didn’t answer to his disappointment, but it quickly disappeared the second he felt your hand brush against his bare cock.

You were willingly touching him!

If this was a dream, don’t ever wake him up.

Your hand was already coated with his precum, just from a quick, simple touch. It almost made you laugh.

“Last chance to back out baby boy. Just remember, I won’t exactly be gentle with you.” You said with that tone he loved so much. He quickly opened his mouth to speak, but opted for just shaking his head instead.

You pulled your hand away from his mouth, your breath hot against his neck as you slowly wrapped your fingers around his shaft. Simple, featherlight kisses had his head spinning. To him, it seemed more unbelievable than the thought of you jerking him off.

Your pace was tantalizingly slow, he almost started crying. Every time he tried to speak, you’d speed up just enough for a small whimper to be let out instead.

“Just- fuck, just a little faster, please! That’s all I’m asking for! I’ll repay the favor if you go just a bit faster!” He whined, thrusting his hips ever so slightly up into your hand for even the smallest increase in friction.

One quick kiss to his lips, and your motions sped up. His head was thrown back, and his eyes were shut tight. Sure, if it was his hand, he could’ve gone much faster. But there was just something about you touching him that made it better. Maybe he was just tired of the feeling of his own rough skin.

He bit his lip hard in an attempt to suppress some of the noise he made. Small drops of blood seeped out and mixed with the drool that slipped past his lips, each little drop was quickly swept up by you.

Just as he was about to finish, you pulled your hand back. Precum seeped from the tip, but not his full load. The loss of your warmth alone almost made him cry.

“Maybe next time, don’t insult me, and maybe I’ll let you finish.”

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