SteveHarrington X Reader Kinkmas Day 1-Marking

Steve Harrington x Reader Kinkmas Day 1-Marking

TW: Breeding, Marking, Hickey’s, Making out. (That should be it but let me know if I missed any! Also, this it a couple hours late but here it is! Enjoy Day 1 of Kinkmas!)

Word Count:911

Now listen here, Steve Harrington is a pretty simple guy. It doesn't take much to please him.

However, this man has a little problem when it comes to Jealousy. 

Flashback 

“Steve Harrington if you don’t get back here right now!” I yelled, fast walking after Steve as he walked out of the room.

“I'm going to the kitchen!” He yells back. 

I roll my eyes, turning the corner and leaning against the counter. 

“What are you even so mad about?” I ask, folding my arms. 

He closes the fridge and sets the orange juice on the counter. Tilting his head up and letting out a sigh. 

“I just, I don’t like you hanging around Tommy. And yes, I know he is my friend but he is a total asshole!” He said, turning around to face me. 

“Steve….” I whisper, “What are you talking about? Why are you bringing up Tommy?” I ask, walking towards him until I am standing right in front of him. 

He sighs, “after we hung out with the group yesterday. And You went to the restroom. I kinda overheard him talking about you- Don't ask what he said..I’m not gonna tell you, but it was very…filthy” He said. 

I snorted, “You’re mad at me because when we ALL hung out together last night, Tommy said some things about me” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No I- I’m not mad at you, I'm just mad. He knows you're mine! Why would he say anything like that at all?!” He says as his voice raises a little bit. 

I move my hands to his arms, rubbing them up and down until they settle on his neck, “Steve, If you think, that anyone besides you, gets to have me. Then you must be the dumbest man in the world” I said, Pulling him down for a kiss. 

He kissed back, Putting more force into, slowly pushing me back into the counter. 

His hands move down my hips, picking me up and setting me on the counter. 

I break the kiss to pull up his shirt, throwing it on the floor. Going back in for his lips. 

My hands move to his belt, unbuckling it as fast as I can.

He breaks the kiss, moving down my neck, biting and sucking, surely leaving marks that I'll have to cover later. 

His hands grab the top of my tank top, pulling it down so my boobs fall out. Wearing no bra tonight seemed like a good choice. 

He moves down my chest, sucking marks on my left boob then moving on to the nipple. Sucking like his life depended on it. 

I leaned my head back, letting out a loud moan. 

“Oh God! Steve, baby please. I need you” I said, pulling his mouth off my nipple and back onto mine. 

“Steve..I need your cock....Please” I begged against his lips, rubbing my thighs together, or at least trying to with him standing in between them.

“Alright fine baby, maybe I should put a baby into you. Then no one else can say anything about you.” He said, rubbing his cock between my folds. 

“God yes! Put a baby into me Steve! I want your babies.” I said, Moaning loudly as he slipped his cock in. 

“Mmm, Imma fill you up all nice.” He said, thrusting slowly in me.

My hands move to his back, pulling him closer to me. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his lips down on mine. 

I moan in his mouth as his thrusts speed up. Feeling a little flutter in my stomach. 

“Oh Steve! Im gonna cum, I'm gonna cu-ahhhh” I said, cumming all over his cock. 

“Almost there baby, I'm almost there” he said, pulling my head back to kiss me. 

His thrust starts to get sloppy, and I know he's close. 

“Come on baby, come in me. Give your babies!” I said, encouraging him. 

“Ahh, oh my god.” He said cumming in me. 

Taking a moment to breathe, he rests his head on mine. 

“Damn babe, I know you’re possessive but just, damn” I said breathlessly. 

He laughs, “You didn’t think I was done with you did you?” He asks, picking me up off the counter and heading to the bedroom. 

He tosses me on the bed, crawling on top of me, “Oh baby, we’re just getting started” He said, kissing me again.

Flashback over

That leads me to right now. We have a breakfast date with the group in 20 minutes, and getting in the shower without looking in the mirror first left me this little surprise. 

My neck and chest, covered in hickies that's gonna take some time to cover up.

“Damn it Harrington. You better call them and tell them some lie on why we’re gonna be late!” I told him. Looking at him through the mirror.

He leans against the door frame, smirking. 

“I could tell them a lie, or we can just blow it off and I can give you more of those.” He said, walking over and putting his arms around my waist. 

“Nope. No. Nuh uh.” I said moving away and back into the bathroom. 

“We are not doing this!” I yelled. 

He just laughed and walked out the room. 

“I'll be waiting in the living room babe! Try not to take too long!” he teased. 

I rolled my eyes, Ignoring him, wondering how long it's gonna take me to cover these up.

Kinkmas Day 7-Hermione Granger(Stockings)

TW: Stockings, slight choking, eating out, fingering. (That's it I believe but if I missed any, lemme know! Also sorry this is super late, I've been last but I hope you enjoy!)

Word Count:564

Sitting next to Mione at Slughorn's dinner is proving to be not as boring as I thought. My hand is on her thigh and hers is on mine. 

Listening to Slughorn’s talking is making me sleepy. My eyes slowly begin to close before I felt a squeeze on my thigh, 

I sat up abruptly and looked at Hermione. She continues to sip her drink but I stare at her with a questioning look. 

I turn back to my food only to see everyone looking at me. My cheeks turned red and I looked down.

“You know, Thank you for dinner Professor but Y/n isn’t feeling too well so I am going to take her back  to our dorm.” She said quickly, grabbing my arm and pulling me from my seat. 

I say a quick thank you and follow after her. 

“What was that Mione?!” I ask her, confused. 

She drags me in the dorm and closes the door, using her want to lock the door. 

She pushes me on the bed and lifts my dress up. 

Running her hands up my thighs, she hooks her hands around my stockings, pulling them down. 

“Hermione. What are you-ggg” I start to say before she shoves my stocking in my mouth.

“You keep those there darling, I wanna eat you in peace.” She says before leaning forward and giving my pussy a quick kiss. 

My eyes roll back and my back arches off the bed and she begins to suck. Swirling her tongue over my clit. 

My hands go to her hair and pull slightly. She pushed her head in more, shaking it side to side slightly, her nose nudging my clit every so often. 

I move up, slightly choking on the stockings. I take them out of my mouth and throw them on the floor next to us to be dealt with later. 

“O-Oh Merlin!” I mutter. I feel her chuckle against me before I feel a finger prod my hole. 

“Mione!” I said, as she put her middle finger in me, slowly thrusting as she continued to suck. I feel my orgasm build quickly. My legs start to shake and next thing I know, My legs clamp around her head and I'm cumming all over her face. 

Pulling her finger out, she grabs my legs, pulling them apart and continues to lick my pussy, letting me come down from what just happened. 

When she sits up, she uses the back of her hand to wipe her mouth and she smiles. 

“Thanks for that lovely. I really needed it after seeing you in that dress all night and not being able to do anything.” She said leaning over me. 

I get up onto my elbows, still breathing heavily and smile sleepily.

“You’re welcome baby. But that turn of events made me tired so can we please sleep?’ I ask her and she gets up and heads to my dresser. 

“Yes, let's change into our pajamas and then we can go to sleep” She said walking back over with my Pj’s in her hand. 

We quickly change and then get under the covers. I lean my head on her chest as she runs her fingers through my hair. 

“I love you my sweet girl.” She mutters quietly. I hmm back, too tired to speak, but she knows I heard and she knows I love her back. 

Wildest Dreams: Part 3

The phone had nearly slipped from his hand when he had been pushed against the shelf by Steve, the two fit men hiding away in the back of the library, seeking out any of the darker rows of books stacked neatly.

They were trailing after your scent like little lovesick puppies, so driven to find every place you had liked to be or had frequented they had nearly caused one of the student librarians to topple the cart of books she was pushing around, and in doing so had earned the scorn of the head librarian.

Steve and Bucky had been told by one of their newest freshman players that you always tried to study at the same table in the library.

It was a table closer to the back than the front and had been placed near two windows that were adjacent to each other which provided natural light and warmth from the sun when it was at its peak, and the glow of the sunset when it was dusk.

The table itself was not overly sought after by most people who had come to study here, the table was closer to the back and had been quite the walk to the front desk, and the windows had let in too much light for someone who was hungover trying to do a crash course study session before classes.

For you, however, it was perfect.

“If we get kicked out, I’m kicking your ass.”

“Did you say kick or kiss?” Bucky grinned solicitously and jerked his head forward to peck Steve on the lips, startling the blonde and bringing him back to a defaulted position physically and mentally.

There was a moment of conjecture where Steve had blinked and blushed, pink dusting his cheeks and the bridge of his nose as he snapped his jaw closed and cleared his throat. His hands had loosened against Bucky’s shirt, and he had even begun smoothing down the soft cotton when both of the alphas had stilled.

“It’s-“ Bucky had inhaled deeply, his eyes closing momentarily when your scent had become the densest and most powerful, the soft mix of florals and sweetness made both of their mouths water.

It was the addictiveness of your scent and the powerful twist of their hindbrains that had automatically become attuned to you even after all the years that had passed between you three.

“Fuck,” Steve rest his forehead against Bucky’s shoulder and whined, the headiness of your scent was both exhilarating and debauching.

There was no end to how delirious you had made them, to how strong and innate their need to be around you and feel you were. You may not have felt the jarring surge of wanting and needing, and you may not have been aware of how potent and vivacious the connection still was between you three but they did.

Steve and Bucky knew, they felt it. Maybe you had closed yourself off to it, maybe you had denied yourself and your hindbrain, or perhaps you had shoved it so far down into yourself that you refuse to acknowledge it at all. But they knew, and they felt it.

“Are you kidding me?” You stood at the end of the aisle, a stack of books already in your arms that were threatening to topple over.

You had appeared comfortable wearing an oversized campus hoodie that was drenched in your scent, and a pair of dark leggings that were tucked into a pair of cheap dark suede boots. You had pulled your hair out of your face and secured it with a single black headband that was held into place with a few bobby pins and had completed your comfortable and cozy appearance with a pair of headphones that were draped through the front of your hoodie, almost as if they were strings.

“Hey,” Steve had huffed and let Bucky go, his cheeks still heated and pink from the blush that afflicted him, “how’s it going?”

“Hey, beanie!” Bucky’s chipper attitude had come as he squirmed out of Steve’s grip to lean against the bookshelf, one hand resting above his head on the shelf and the other on his hip. “Omega bean-“

“Do not call me that.” You furrowed your brows and pursed your lips, your eyes darting between Steve and Bucky. “You didn’t have sex here, did you?”

“Not yet-“ Bucky chortled and then grunted when Steve smacked his chest with force, shooting his boyfriend and best friend a dirty look.

“We were hoping to talk to you.” Steve had drawn in a soft breath, attempting a subtle gulp of your scent as he craved and needed to let it fill your lungs.

“Talk to me?” You cautiously entered the aisle, taking a wide berth around them before you ultimately sidestepped the two alphas. “What could you possibly want to talk to me about?”

They watched as you scoured the section you were in for a certain book, your scent reeling as the lingering awkwardness and silence had grown headier. You had pursed your lips and shifted your weight from foot to foot, the stack of books in your arms getting heavier than expected, and with it, you had groaned and shifted them to your other arm.

“Do you want…help?”

“What?” You turned to look at them, a clear divide between how you felt and how you were projecting your feelings.

“Your books look heavy, do you want help?”

“Not to be rude, but what do you want?” You brushed their attempt to help off, denying them with a stark question.

You held their gazes until you couldn’t anymore, and had to look away. You had pressed your fingertips against the spine of a random book, almost as if you were going to pull it out but changed your mind. Rather than grab it you had mouthed the title with the flutter of your lips and the bashful bat of your eyelashes.

Both of which had made Steve and Bucky weak in the knees, it had rattled them to their core. The simple few actions had stirred innate desire that bubbled under their skin to afflict them with an intense need to feel you.

“It’s been a while.” Steve had looked at Bucky as if to beg him to help while the three of you took over this space. “Thought maybe we could talk.”

“What could you ever want to talk about? Football? Cheerleading? Barnes abnormally large head?”

“My head is not large,” Bucky gasped dramatically, resting a hand on his chest, “unless you’re talking about the other head.”

“Bucky!” Steve scolded him, reaching out to pinch his arm with a sharp hiss.

“I didn’t know the definition of microscopic now meant huge.” You dug at Bucky, firing a comment at him that had produced a playful laugh equivalent to water rolling off a duck’s back.

He was no more bothered by your comment than he was unamused.

“Omega Bean, I swear-“

“You two!” The librarian stepped around the corner and smacked her hand against the front of the shelf, drawing their attention away from you. She stood at the end of the row with a sour look on her face and a sneer tugged at her lips.

“I thought I told you to leave.” She raised an eyebrow, looking upon you with indignation.

“I’m not with them.” You denied knowing them, stepping away with a flourish of your bag, smacking it against Bucky’s side.

“Good conversation. Wish it was shorter.”

You think you have peace to work on your latest assignment, you think you can enjoy your spiced chai latte without interruption. You have hope that you can hash out the last few noted details that you wanted to add to your paper before you had gone back to your dorm to type it up.

It was all part of your process of studying and doing research, you would write down points and facts, referencing where you could find it if you had to go back, and then you would return to your dorm to put it all together.

Usually, you would remain unnoticed and unbothered, especially as new as you were to the university. Your hopes were dashed when you return to your favourite study desk after seeking out an additional book and found someone hanging around your desk.

“Hey girl!” She appeared to the left, the cheerleader that was hanging off Steve.

She stood to the left of your desk with a friendly smile on her face that matched her equally bright eyes and her tight ringlets pulled out of her face and secured with a silk pastel pink scrunchie that had only let a few loose pieces out of the hold.

The last time you saw her when she was hanging off of Steve, she was wearing a tight cheerleading skirt and matching crop top with pompoms. She had been sandwiched between Steve and Bucky, while Steve had his arm around her waist.

You were as remiss now as you were then, struck with a direct bolt of envy and jealousy that had sunk deep in your veins and boiled under your flesh. You had bit down on the inside of your cheek as she stood by you and the desk, waiting for you to say something.

You were damn jealous. You shouldn’t be jealous, but you were.

“Can I sit here?” Instead of the pompoms and skirt, she’s wearing a pair of tight black leggings that were branded with the cheer team’s name down the side of her right thigh, and the symbol of the school set below the writing.

Keeping with her change from her cheerleading uniform, she had worn a royal purple hoodie with the name scrawled across the front. “If you wouldn’t mind?”

“It’s fine.” Your reply is quiet and you watched her as she pulled out the chair from under the desk and sat down, scooting herself back toward the desk with a sprawling charm.

“Listen, about what you saw at the welcoming party-“ She cleared her throat and began the explanation you didn’t think you wanted, and you had reacted with a strengthened offence, preemptively cutting her off.

“I don’t care.” You spoke over her and bowed your head, furiously scrawling at the notepad in front of you. “I don’t care that they fuck around-“

Her laugh had made you take pause and you lifted your head to stare her down with pursed lips. There was a lingering question in your eyes and the halt that you had taken was only another catalyst to make her grin.

“Seems like you do.” She leaned forward and tapped her fingers against the back of your hand, her nails lightly pecking your flesh. “For what it’s worth, I’ve got a boyfriend and an alpha of my own. The other girls on the team…Steve and Bucky are protective of them.”

Silence had come between you, the obvious disconnect between her being interested in Steve and Bucky as alphas, and her description of them like brothers to the girls on the team seemed glaring.

And yet, you had seen from their instas that they had willingly and wantonly occasionally brought a thrift into their relationship. Were you supposed to ignore that for the sake of a triad that wasn’t even real?

“They’re like big brothers who hate how other boys look at us like we’re stupid and bubbly.” She rolled her eyes and tucked her hand under her chin, sighing heavily. “I’m studying engineering but all anyone sees is a perky little cheerleader-“

“I’m sorry.” You apologize to her, stumbling over your discerning thoughts about her, every speculation and judgement felt derogatory now. “I didn’t-“

“Hey, it’s okay.” She laughed under her breath and shrugged her shoulder, casting off the various doubts and speculations with a wave of her hand. “If I saw my boys hanging around other omegas without context-“

“They’re not….they’re not mine-“ You cut her off again, intending on setting the record straight immediately. You needed her to know that they weren’t yours, they had never really been yours. Everything that happened between you was a thing of the past.

“Are you sure?” She questioned you with a tug of her lips before they formed a half-smirk. “They’re pretty smitten about you.”

“What? No, they’re not.” You denied the claim with derision, dropping your pen onto your notepad with a subtle and muffled thud. “I don’t-“

“God, yeah! You’re all they can talk about since they saw you. Omega bean, that’s so cute! And you are cute! Look at you!” She’s so gleeful and bright, confident in everything she is and you’re struck again with envy.

It eats at your core and you find yourself furiously turning pages in your textbook for an excuse to keep your hands busy.

“Thank you?” You finally mumbled, raising your head just as she had started to push her chair back and stand, one hip cocked.

“Anyway, I gotta run to class but…” She had leaned forward and pushed a folded piece of paper your way, grinning before she stepped back.

“You seem like a really fun person and I know you’re new on campus so if you ever want to hang out, you have my number. Contrary to what some of the boys believe, we don’t sit around gossiping and doing nails. We do however play boozy Mario party and Mario Kart. The next game is Saturday night if you’re interested. My name is Rhys, by the way.”

“Umm…thanks…” you slid the paper toward you and studied the number but by the time you raised your head, she was gone.

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25 Days of Kinkmas! Ahh

I would like to say that any underage character I write smut for is aged up to 18. There are some characters that are on this list that in the movies/show, are underage, so when I write for them, they will be 18.  

Should I? Am I? Yes, Yes I am. 😩🤭

Day 1: Steve Harrington(Marking)

Day 2: Billy Hargrove(Spanking)

Day 3: Eddie Munson(Dry Humping)

Day 4: Jim Hopper(Boots)

Day 5: Robin Buckley(Public/Semi-Public)

Day 6: Nancy Wheeler(Thigh Riding)

Day 7: Hermione Granger(Stockings)

Day 8: Harry Potter(Praise Kink)

Day 9: Pansy Parkinson(Body Worships)

Day 10: Draco Malfoy(Voice Kink)

Day 11: Ron Weasley(Edging)

Day 12: Sirius Black(Voyeurism)

Kinktober Day 2-Peter Parker(Biting/Scratching)

Sorry it's late but im lazy, hope you enjoy.

TW: Unprotected sex, biting and "scratching"

Words: 533

May fell asleep a while ago but Peter just wanted to be extra safe before doing what he wanted to do. 

He looked over to his aunt one more time to triple check she was asleep before moving his hand, that was originally around his girlfriends hips, down a bit further. 

Her head was on his arm, watching the movie when she felt his hand go into her pj shorts and rub her slit. 

He took his middle finger and slowly pushed his finger inside her, causing her to bite her lip to keep in the sound she so desperately wanted to make. 

After a couple seconds, he pulled his finger out, causing her to whine. 

He tutted in her ear, pulling down his sweats just enough to release his cock and then slowly lowering her pj shorts. 

He slowly rubbed his cock up and down her slit a few times before inserting himself inside. 

She turned her head towards his arm and bit down to stop the loud moan she wanted to release. 

He started pumping, going faster and faster until she was biting his arm, which may have caused him to bleed a little bit.  

She was gripping his arm so tight, she left nail imprints on them. 

He looked down at her, his breathing starting to become short. 

“I'm about to cum baby but I need you to cum first. Can you do that love? Huh?” Peter whispered in her ear.

She nodded and closed her eyes as soon as she felt his finger rubbing her clit. 

“Oh my gosh Pete, Im cumming petey oh my godddd” She whispered to him, running her nails up his arm before forcing it over her mouth to help stop the big moan she let out as she came. 

He continued rubbing her slowly helling her come down but also helping him cum as well. 

And a couple minutes later, he pulled out before cumming all over her back. 

He moaned in her ear as he came and she sighed as she felt his warm release. 

The sigh almost sounded relieved, as if she’s been waiting for this to happen. 

He took a deep breath before pressing a kiss to her lips.

They quickly pulled away when they heard shuffling next to them and they both looked over to see may turning over to face them. 

They both held their breath, but once she did a little snore, they both released a breath. 

They looked at eachother and giggled before she quickly pulled her shorts up and stood up, on shaky legs. 

Peter raised an eyebrow as if to ask what she's doing. 

And she just pointed to the end of the movie credits and whispered she was gonna go to the bathroom to change her shirt. 

He just nodded and stood up too. 

He looked at may again before, walking over to her, covering her with the blanket by her feet, and turned off the tv. 

Then he went to his room, to find his girl already laying there, waiting for him. 

He smiled and closed his door, walking towards the bed and joining her. 

Both immediately falling into a long ass sleep.

Kinkmas day 8-Harry Potter(Praise Kink)

(I apologies for how late this is but I do hope you enjoy. I didn’t really have an idea on what to do, I just started writing and got a bit carried away.)

TW: SMUT!! Praise Kink, Rubbing, marking. Pet names(Good girl, Lovely, darling)

Word Count: 1151

Sitting in the great hall, going over my potions homework. Harry walks over with Ron and sits down next to me. 

“What do you have there Lovely?” He asks, snatching my paper from under my hands. 

“Harry give it back! I'm going over my positions homework.” I said, trying to snatch it back. 

He kept moving it out of my reach, looking at it. “This ones wrong, change it to Pepperup potion not Polyjuice.” He said, handing it back to me and grabbing a piece of bread from the basket in front of him. 

I use my wand to erase it and then rewrite Pepperup instead of Polyjuice. I nudge him to look over it once more. 

He nods and gives my forehead a quick kiss, “Good girl” He says, turning to Ron to talk about the next quidditch match on Friday. 

I freeze hearing him call me that, my cheeks turn pink and I look away from them, hiding my face in my hands.

 I feel a hand on my back, “You alright lovely?” He asks.

I just nod and grab my stuff. 

“Yes, the bell is going to ring though so I’m gonna head to my next lesson. See you lads at lunch.” I tell them, leaning down to quickly kiss Harry’s cheek. 

He smiles and gives me a small wave as I walk away. I wave back and leave the great hall. I walk into the girls bathroom and go into a stall, leaning against the wall and sliding down. 

Why did I pause when Harry called me Good Girl?! Oh Gosh! Did I like it?

I shake my head and take a few deep breaths and stand back up. I exit the stall and go to the sink to wash my hands. 

Drying my hands, I shake my head once more, and settle on a decision. 

I definitely DO NOT like it when he calls me Good Girl, I was just shocked. 

*Later after classes in the common room*

I sat with the trio in the common room going over Trelawney's homework. 

“Ok ok, who got B for question 4?” I ask. 

“I got C” Said Mione as Ron and Harry agreed with her. 

“Hmm, damn okay. I guess I'll change it.” I laughed and changed it to C. 

Harry Leaned over the couch to where I sat on the floor and double checked it. Once he did a quick lookover, he nodded and patted my head. 

“Nice job Darling.” He said, leaning back and looked over at Ron’s. 

I pause mid stroke and take a shaky breath. Shit! I do like it! Oh god. I start to feel this feeling in my stomach and I know what it is. 

My eyes widen and I accidentally grab Harry's leg. He looks at me and sees my expression. 

Leaning over he quietly asks, “You alright Darling?”

I Just nod and blush and look down at my hands. 

“You sure?” He asks, double checking. 

I nod again and give him my best smile. 

I grab my stuff and stand up, “I’m actually not really feeling good guys so I'm gonna head up to bed. I'll see you tomorrow.” I said, putting my bag over my shoulders and giving Harry a quick kiss on his hair. 

I smile at everyone and make my way up the stairs to my dorm. 

*Harry’s POV*

She’s been acting weird since snacking earlier. I wonder if she's ok. Going to get back to work, I spot she’s left her quill. I bend over to grab it. 

“Hey guys, Y/n left her quill. I'm gonna go give it to her real quick.” I said to them standing up. 

All I get is a nod and a quiet okay before I make my way up the stairs to her dorm. 

Before I am able to knock, I hear a groan from inside, my eyes widen thinking she's in pain so I knock. A couple seconds go by before nothing happens and so I knock one more time. 

She still doesn’t answer so I just walk in. And what I see is something I didn’t expect. 

Y/n, is laying there, with her hand down her panties and a hand up her shirt. 

Smirking and leaning against the door frame I think, this must be why she wasn’t ‘feeling good’ earlier. 

“Oh Harry.” She mutters but I hear it and smirk more. 

Waiting a couple more minutes, I decided to make myself known. 

“Thinking of me Lovely?” I ask. 

Her eyes open wide and she sits up so fast, she feels dizzy, putting her hand up to hold her head for a second before looking at me with wide eyes. She looks like a deer in headlights. 

“I-I was just” She stutters, speechless. 

“Was just thinking of me? This was why you were weird all day huh. Thinking of me, doing things to you.” I tease her, slowly walking towards her. 

She doesn’t say anything, just stares at me. I raise my eyebrows. 

I lightly grip her jaw, “Isn’t it darling?” I ask a bit more sternly. 

She nods, “Yes sir” She whispers. 

“Mmm good girl.” I say and she arches her back a bit. The smirk that's still on my face widens a bit as I realize why she's this way in the first place. 

She must have noticed I noticed because she blushes and tries to look away but my hand is still gripping her jaw. 

“No need to be shy. I think it's cute that all it takes for you to get like this is to be called a good girl. My good girl.” I said. 

She whimpers and rubs her legs together. I look down and see a little wet spot on her panties. 

Letting go of her jaw, I sit next to her on the bed. Her eyes follow my hand as I grab her leg and put it over mine, opening her up for me. 

I move my hand slightly over her panties, and start to rub over her clit. She moans and I know she's already close from before I got there. 

I lean towards her next and start to press kisses on her neck, sucking on a spot I know she likes. 

My fingers start to rub faster. Her hips start to buck and then a second later she lets go. 

She grabs my thigh, pulling at my pants. Her eyes are closed and she looks blissful. 

I finally stop and just place a couple kisses on her neck to help to relax and calm down. 

She can finally breathe normally again and tunes to look at me. Giving me a look. 

I smirk, about to open my mouth but she interrupts me. 

“No! We are not gonna talk about it.” She said, crossing her arms. 

I laugh and pull her towards me, kissing her slightly chapped lips.