Give Me More Hcs Of Corruption Kink With Wesker Please

give me more Hcs of corruption kink with wesker please

of course <3 is this self indulgent because i would deadass act like this cause i’m both a people pleaser and a scared ass bitch who needs some reassurance in her life?? pfft.. nooo (yes)

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NSFW Below!

Wesker loves your innocence. It turns him on so damn much. He just loves how pure you are. It honesty drives him crazy. It’s something he promises to cherish and never change about you. He may want to taint that innocence, but he’ll always want it to stay. It’s the cutest thing about you. No matter how innocent you are or how you show your innocence, it’s always going to be his favorite part of you.

If you’re a virgin too? God, Wesker is holding back from absolutely pounding you into the bed. Tell him to be gentle? You’re lucky he has so much self control because hearing that only turns him on more. Don’t worry, he knows you’re inexperienced and will be gentle. You’ll get lots of praises and reassurance.

Another part of your innocence he loves is when you always ask questions or are oblivious to most sexual things. It really just solidifies the fact that you haven’t been touched by anybody else. Knowing that he’s going to be the one to taint your innocence, to teach you how to please him turns him on like no other. Also just.. finds it absolutely adorable when you look up at him and ask if you’re pleasing him right and if he feels good. You’re just so sweet and he loves it.

Even if you’re used to him he still can’t get enough of stretching you out. A mirror has been placed at a wall near the end of your bed just to he can spread your legs and watch as he pushes into you. It’s the cutest thing to see you rest your head on his shoulder and closed eyes and tensed brows. He knows he’s big, honey.. you can take it. He knows you can 🩷

He loves having you rely on him as well. It’s the cutest thing when you ask him for guidance when he wants you to do something new. It’s especially cute if you’re the one who wants to try something new, asking if he can help you. He just takes a certain pleasure in making sure you have a good time.

Cant get enough of the cute little noises you make. Whether it be your whimpers while you try and take him or your small moans when he thrusts into you, he loves each and every one of the sounds you make. Especially the whimpers. He has to put in extra effort to hold back, especially if you look up at him while you do it. You’re so irresistible to him and you don’t even know. It’s both frustrating at times but he can’t help but find it adorable that you’re so innocent and oblivious.

Breeds you for hours upon hours once he’s made sure you’re absolutely okay with him doing so and knowing how fast/hard he’ll go. He’s been holding back while teaching you and letting you get used to himself and he just.. really needs to let it all out. Gritting his teeth as he fucks you harder, holding your hips while he tells you how sweet and good you’ve been for him, panting at the thought of knowing he’ll forever taint that innocence, filling you up load after load knowing damn well nobody else has made you feel so good except him. You turn him on so much it’s unbelievable..

Even outside of the bedroom all Wesker wants is to protect you. You’re just the cutest thing and he’ll be damned if anything ever happens to you. Wesker’s never felt such affection. It’s honestly quite rare for him. Because of that, you’re special. More than you could ever know. Every day he feels like he got lucky knowing you’re in his life. You’ll have a good life with him.

Just Pretend [Love is Madness] (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)

18+ | soft and fuck nasty wombo combo wesker, he whimpers, biting, what if wesker was in love AND denial, p/rn without plot | Fic Directory

You bury your face in the sheets, fists scrambling for purchase in the soft silk.  The moan that leaves you is anything but dignified, though you’d passed that threshold long ago.  He’s had a long day, and you were all too happy to help him get it out of his system.

A hand twists in your hair while another takes a biting grip at your waist to steady you with each punishing thrust.  

So thick, so full… 

“Al…” You mewl, the nickname a sacred utterance only for special moments, whether carnal or tender.  You hear the way he shudders.  You feel the flex in his grip.  Wesker loves it and you know full well he does.  By the stutter of his hips turning to a wet grind, you know it drives him crazy to be called such a sweet, silly name.  To feel every one of your proclamations of love seep into something so… mundane.

You feel him collapse, chest pressing flat and hot against your back as he braces himself, breaths panting in your ear.  He’s not done– nowhere near it.  This is just how he gets away with the softer things.  He thinks you don’t know how much he fucking loves the full body contact.  That he shivers when the whole of you is pressed to him, when he feels completely joined with you.  

He peppers kisses from behind your ear down to the junction of your neck, each one wet and warm and full of unspoken adoration.  Each shallow grind into your heat makes him try and fail to bite back weak little moans until he becomes so fed up, so frustrated that he can’t keep his perfect composure, that he simply has to sink his teeth into your flesh.  At least he could lie and say it was just the taste of you that made him make such sweet little sounds.

“Oh god!” 

You know that’ll drive him wild too.  For in his mind, he is the god to whom you cry out.  

And how right he is…

His hands snake up your waist to grab at your chest, pulling you against him even firmer.  Your hand flies back to thread in his hair, tugging softly at his ruffled locks.  The force of his bite leaves you and is replaced with his tongue laving hot across his mark.  He gives two sharp rocks of his hips before rising off of you, pulling you into a kneeling position– back tight to his chest the way he likes it.  With an arm around your waist once more, he lets loose.  The bed creaks and moans beneath the force of his motions, and you’re fully convinced it’s going to give out one day.  Its song of protest is drowned by your symphony of passion, of skin on skin and desperate noises coming from you both. 

He bites down on you again to hide his sounds, but it’s to no avail.  Nothing can quite disguise the sound of Wesker whining and whimpering as he gives three sharp thrusts and a stuttering fourth before you feel him spilling within you– and oh how he sings for you.  That edge to his voice quakes with every tight moan he can’t suppress and your name finds its way between each heavy breath.  His arms pull tighter than ever around you as if letting go would make him fade into nothing.

But he doesn’t stop.  He never stops– never stops grinding or managing the occasional shallow rut.  The slide of his cock gets wetter with every bit of come that seeps out around it.  You’re on cloud nine, dangerously close to falling over the edge yourself when the hand at your waist finally drops to finish you off.

“Let–” he gasps softly, “let go, now.” 

The sound of him still stumbling over his breaths coupled with the perfect touch does you in immediately. It makes you arch and writhe against his unyielding grip as each wave of raw pleasure beats down on the shores of your mind and body.  Wesker holds you through it, eyes focused on the rise and fall of your chest, the way you quiver and pulse around his cock clouds his mind with the same intense need that got you to this very moment.

He’s not done.  Not even close.  The feeling of your walls milking him drives him further into a madness he knows, deep down, he’s never going to escape.

And why would he ever want to?

You said you wanted some domestic moments so here you go~

Wesker cooking for you. He's memorized your tastes, your icks, your favourite foods, etc. And he likes to make most things from scratch. You like when you come home and you can join him in the kitchen, watching him work. Imagine him teaching you your favourite recipes of his - Wesker hovering around your shoulder as you work, teasing you when you make small mistakes, perhaps you getting flour all over eachother (it's a cliché for a reason, flour gets everywhere) and the likes.

Eventually, home starts smelling like the meals he makes you.

bio-terrorist by day, gourmet cook by night.

god the flour bit is ALWAYS so cute, too. just imagine booping his nose with a little bit of flour on your fingertip. maybe he doesn't realize it was there and walks around like that for a minute before your giggles alert him to what you'd done (if it were me, it's flour handprints on his ass in a heartbeat lmAOO) this would be one of those moments where he's perhaps a little stiff at first but ends up reciprocating the absurdity a bit later when he bites back his inhibitions enough to loosen up.

how precious would it be if he had a partner who was awful at cooking and subsisted off of like, box mac and cheese or something? at first he scowls at your dietary choices and demands you do better for yourself. he might even scoff when you insist that a frozen microwave meal is the best you can do (it's not, you're just being chaotic). later, you wake up from a nap to the faint sound of sizzling and a delicious aroma wafting through your home. and, because i'm an absolute sucker for this, when you go out to investigate, wesker doesn't even bother explaining himself, he just holds up a spoonful of whatever he made for you to try. bonus points if he lifts the lid from a boiling pot and his sunglasses fog up

also

gentle (18+)

hello! i was kind of stumbling through this so im worried it might not be good! like always, criticism is welcome ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚

cw; dubcon due to non-verbal consent, re1 wesker, marriage/long term relationship implied, domestic fluff, tooth-rotting fluff not gonna lie, afab reader, soft dom wesker, clitoral stimulation, he's obsessed with you, praise (reader receiving), temperature difference cus he's a human icicle, creampie (x1), a bit of a breeding kink, very lovey and soft wesker

petnames (reader received); dearest, my dove, darling, dearheart, little dove, good girl, sweet thing, greedy girl

albert's gentle with you because he still has his humanity intact. sure, he's not completely sane either, but he doesn't want to drive you away. without uroboros or even the prototype virus, he's strong, and intimidating. his military training has hardened him, and he's tired of being stern and strict at both jobs.

to initiate, he'll typically come to you while you're both winding down for the night. maybe you're patting your face dry after washing it and he comes in the bathroom to hold you from behind. you set the towel aside and acknowledge his presence with a simple "hello, my love," and a small smile. your hands come up to

"hi, dearest," he murmurs, his hand coasting along your abdomen and up to settle on your sternum, pressing you back against his chest so you're flush.

"you're gorgeous," he says between kisses down your neck, his voice a little lower. despite his cold hands, he never fails to make you feel warm in your gut, the subtle purr of arousal making your blood flow south. you're blushing something fierce, making eye contact with him through the mirror. he does tower over you some. you can feel his erection against the small of your back, your own arousal heightening. the hand on his sternum moves to cup your breast, thumbing over your nipple so he can watch how your breathing changes, how your heart beats faster and your face flushes red.

he's so in love with you it almost hurts. he loves the way you press your ass back against him, grinding as an attempt to soothe the ache in your cunt. the ache that only he could ever cause, no less, in the few years you've been together. his other hand finds its way into your underwear, fingers cold but deft as he dips them between your wettened folds to gather the sticky fluid and circle your pulsing clit. you become putty in his arms, your hands practically useless at your sides. your knees turn to jelly, little whines of satisfaction leaving you.

"so, so gorgeous." he croons, the hand cupping your breast simply kneading as he rubs your clit with two cold fingers. he's a sucker for praising you, truthfully, and he loves the way you become red in the face. your face is hot, his dull blue eyes boring holes in your own. it's as though the eye contact makes him more excited, even if the look in his eyes is bone-chilling. his breath is warm against your neck, words of praise and love leaving his pale lips. he presses down a bit more firmly on your clit, his fingers moving quicker to bring you closer to your release. your moans grow louder, your legs threatening to crumble beneath you.

when you do cum, he talks you through it. your hands scramble to grab the edge of the bathroom countertop, your knees buckling under you from the force of your orgasm. your vision is starry at the peak

"i'm here, my dove. lean on me, darling. that's it. you did so well for me, didn't you? yes, you did. my wonderful girl." he murmurs, retracting his hand from your underwear as he peppers kisses to your cheek as you recover. he licks his fingers clean of your cum and strokes your hair with his clean hand, waiting for you to be able to stand again. when you're steady again you tap his arm and he lets you go.

he washes his hands and starts his own nightly routine. you perch yourself on the bathroom countertop and watch him, your head and heart muddled with love and a bit of residual pleasure. every now and then his eyes wander over to you, the subtlest of smiles tugging at the corners of his mouth. you'll run a hand through his hair as he rubs his moisturizer in (he takes care of his skin you can't tell me otherwise), your nails gently scratching the base of his head.

"your hair is getting long." you murmur, playing with the whispy ends.

"too long, dear?" suddenly, he's a bit self-conscious. what if his hair is too long and you decide you hate it? maybe you'll decide that one day, you don't like him anymore. maybe you already have? nervous and trying to hide it, his gaze returns to his own face.

"no, not too long. you could definitely pull off longer hair if you wanted to give it a try." you let your hand drop into your lap and he nods, feeling conflicted and honestly very silly. regardless, he leans over and pecks your lips. his timidity is rare, exceedingly so for a man like him, and it only ever pops up around you. like you're the only one who can get in his head, make him squirm. he may not admit it, but you are.

"good to know. thank you, darling." he takes your hand and helps you off of the bathroom counter, that same hand slipping to the small of your back as the two of you walk to bed. you have other plans.

you make that apparent when you sit at the edge of your king-sized mattress, black sheets crinkling slightly, and look up at him. it's clear that you want something. he raises an eyebrow at you.

"what's this, dear?" he cups your jaw with one hand and strokes your hair with the other. icy eyes roam your own for an answer, but to no avail.

"you didn't get yours earlier." you push his hands away and for a moment he looks offended. his expression falters when you grab his hips and kiss his lower abdomen, just above the waistband of his boxers. he sputters, taking a step back when you reach for his boxers, his hands raising in what seems like defense..

"darling, that's not necessary." he insists, but the way you're looking at him makes his blood roar in his ears, his heart thump faster in his chest. you grab his hands instead and pull him close again. you move back on the bed and pull him with you, gentle like you're guiding him.

hesitant, he crawls on top of you.

"are you sure?" he asks, eyes roaming over you in your cute your hands cup his cheeks, your gaze warm as it roams his face. his cheeks are tinted pink, one of his hands runs over your stomach and along your waist. he hooks his thumb under your silk sleep shirt and slowly pulls it up past your chest. he glances up at you, then at your tits as he cups them. he tweaks one nipple as he ducks his head down to lap and suckle at the other.

your whines, spilling from you so easily, are his favorite noise to draw from you. a dull throb in your clit draws your attention, the familiar ache in your pussy returning with a vengeance and you attempt to clench your thighs together in hopes to mute it. you'd like to hurry, but albert hates being rushed. you know that more than anyone, that he'll take his time with you like you were a painting and absorb every detail.

you tug on his hair, adamant and desperate to get him inside of you to soothe the ache that's only worsening the longer you're without something to fill you. he pulls back upon your request

"al, darling, please." he kisses you in the gentle way he always does, the hand on your waist cupping your cheek. when he breaks away, he looks conflicted. he does want to make you happy- that's all he ever wants to do for you- but he's tempted to drag this out for as long as possible.

"alright, dear. in a moment, just be patient. i know you can." he pecks your lips again, quick and sweet and undeniably hungry. his cock is painfully hard in the thin confines of his boxers, aching to be inside you the way you need him to be.

"lift your hips, little dove." he's met with obedience and he works your pajama bottoms off, a hungry smile on his lips the moment he sees the wet spot on the gusset of your panties. his cock twitches at the sight, aches to feel those walls clench and flutter around him. he slides your panties down to your ankles, then pulls his boxers off. he hooks your legs around his waist, pulling you flush with him

"honey," you whine softly as he leans down to kiss you, simultaneously teasing your slickened cunt with the tip of his cock, a soft grunt escaping him. slowly, he presses the tip in your tight, warm entrance. you whine against his lips as he moans against yours, your weeping pussy sucking him in so nicely.

"so perfect. your cunt was made for me." he murmurs when he breaks the kiss, fully hilted inside you. with how big he is, his cock kisses the tip of your cervix and stretches you out thoroughly. you flutter around him at the praise, even more when he starts thrusting with a gentle desperation only you draw out of him. your head spins, feeling so full and yet craving more at the same time.

the heat on your cheeks matches his own. he's always been such a blushy mess when it comes to missionary, but can you blame him? the expression you make with your eyes half-lidded, lips parted in pleasure, your brows furrowed. his hands find your waist, his cold fingers gripping you tight. the velvet walls of your cunt do things to his head, makes all reasoning go out the window as he pumps his cock into you faster and faster, sacrificing all need to be gentle. though surprised at this, you love it. a similar fog fills your head and your hands move to his back, your nails digging into his skin hard when he wraps an arm around your waist, angling your hips differently.

"that's it, take it all like the good girl you are." he croons, his eyes locked on your face as he angles his hips to brush his cock against that spongy spot amongst velvet walls. you visbly light up with pleasure when he does, your nails breaking the skin of his back by mistake. you know he's only going slow to drag this out, but with the way he's bullying your cunt, you don't know how long you're going to last. each thrust fogs your mind more until you're a moaning, whimpering mess for him. you tighten around him, trying to take more despite him being balls deep already.

"such a greedy girl, my sweet thing… you're going to cum, aren't you?" you nod meekly, biting your bottom lip harder when he thumbs your clit, nearly drawing blood.

"words, dearest. use your words for me." he slows his thumb down to gentle strokes, his cold skin against yours making you hypervigilant of his touch.

"m'gonna cum- i-is that okay? can i?" you struggle to get your words out, interrupted by small gasps of your own as he pistons his cock into the spongy bundle of nerves within you.

he's smiling to himself, enjoying how eager and sweet you are, despite the circumstances. he's close himself, only disguising it until you get yours.

"go on, sweet girl, cum for me." he circles your clit faster once more, causing you to fall apart at the seams. your orgasm is intense, your hips spasming in the desperate chase for more of the white-hot ecstasy running through your blood. you feel hot at your peak, a cry of his name leaving your irritated and puffy lips, before you relax with the comedown. being the good lover he is, he coaxes you through it with soft words and gentle touches.

"that's it, pretty girl. my perfect girl. i love you."

"i love you too." you manage to say despite your hazy state, a weak smile on your pretty lips.

he wraps your legs around his waist as he cages you in with his arms on either side of your head, kissing you slowly so you're not overwhelmed. you're a mess of nothing but your own slick, his cock buried deep inside you. the lower half of his abdomen is drenched with your cum, dripping down his pelvis and thighs. your legs are unsteady and wobbly, shaking in their place.

"al," you break the kiss. the restraint he's showing is visible on his face, especially in the way he's furrowing his eyebrows, "keep going if you need to. i can take it, i promise." he nods, though worried about hurting you somehow. he likes this position much more- he's already close as is, and all he can think about is filling your womb with his kids.

he doesn't speak as he starts thrusting into you again, quick and precise yet surprisingly harsh movements into your overly sensitive cunt. and yet you're still so wet for him, your cunt weeping for more. you can hardly think, let alone tell him how good you feel.

he kisses you hard, his cum filling you up so nicely, you'll be thinking about it for days. he groans against your lips, licking into your mouth. the familiar taste of tobacco from his tongue, his seed inside you, the remnants of his colonge flooding your senses, all overwhelming you. your heart flutters. he breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours as he recovers.

"are you okay, dearheart?" he brings a hand up to fix your shirt and kisses the corners of your lips. tired, yet content, you nod softly and kiss him again. he hums quietly and cups your cheek, his mind still a touch fuzzy. the blush from his cheeks has yet to fade, and likely won't for another hour.

one hand on your waist squeezes you and he pulls back from the kiss to pull out of you, then get off the bed. he grabs you a fresh pair of underwear and pajama pants for himself. he steps into the pants while you sit up and take the underwear from him to put on.

"you know i love you, right?" you say as the two of you lie down, his strong hands pulling you flush against his chest with your back facing him.

"i know, dove. i love you just as much." he wraps an arm around your waist, getting comfortable as the big spoon. tired, he lets his eyes flutter shut. you pull the sheets up and over the two of you, hiking them up to your waist, then follow suit in closing your eyes,

In the 2nd pic, POV: You wake up and see Albert Wesker lying next to you

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The cake was on the table with the candles long burned and with a bottle of wine right next to it, which hadn't been opened yet. In the back of the room, there were moans coming right from the slightly opened door.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, legs resting over Wesker's shoulders, as he was busy giving your birthday present. You only managed to remove his shirt before he got right into the action.

His tongue was going relentlessly over your clit, giving that little bud intense sensations as he ran up and down over it. The soft touch made your legs tremble with every lick, and it made you tighten the grip on the poor sheets.

"Enjoying yourself, dove?" glowing red eyes were looking at you for a brief second, waiting for a response, but seeing you wish to remain silent, another lazy, long lick followed.

"Yes, very much, yes..." you said after gasping.

You took a deep breath when you felt two of his thick fingers slowly entering your warm hole. They quickly found your spot, and he began massaging it as his tongue picked up the pace. I

It was bliss. Your whole mind was dazed as it was quickly overcome by pleasure. His tongue and his fingers worked in perfect rhythm to bring you joy.

A third finger joined, and you started to feel full already, but that sensation would soon be replaced by the approaching climax. The familiar pressure began to be noticed, and it grew and grew until....his lips, his cheeks, and his chin were covered in your warm juices.

Wesker let out a satisfied moan as his tongue cleaned his coated fingers.

"You are simply delicious. I could devour you all day long."

"I-I wouldn't mind," you said as you tried to catch your breath.

"I think it's time to move on to your next present tho" he said, pulling out his shaft from his pants, and it was just as you expected: red, swollen, and leaking. "Shall we?" he asked, smirking.

From the cake, there were two or three slices missing. The bottle of wine was half empty, and the glasses were stained from the liquid that had previously filled them. One had lipstick marks at the edges. Not far away from the table, your moans could be heard as Leon was fucking you from behind while on the couch.

From his movements, you knew he was eager; you knew he wanted to move faster and give you that sweet, sweet birthday orgasm that you wanted so badly, but he was holding back, going at a regular pace. With every move of his hips, not only did he tickle that spot inside you, but he was also going deep, making sure to hit your cervix with his tip.

"God, you're amazing," he said as he spread your cheeks. His grip on your flesh was tight.

"L-Leon..." you said, panting.

He knew how much you loved being fucked like this. Every thrust of his hips would make you cry out his name.

"What do you want, sugar? Tell me."

"Move faster..." you managed to say.

He loved how that cunt would contract around his meat.

He picked up the pace, and the sensation was too much to handle as you felt him going even deeper, even if you knew that wasn't possible. Tears rolled down your cheeks as he kept pumping himself inside you.

You felt it coming, but you never expected it to hit you with such strength. The orgasm was so intense that your whole body was starting to shake underneath Leon. You cried out his name one last time when you felt some thick, hot spurts of his cum begin to fill you up.

"Easy now, sugar..." he said as he gently rubbed your trembling back. "Come, lay down."

You managed to catch your breath and regain your composure while resting on his chest. His hand was caressing your back gently, his feather-like touch tickling your skin as he moved his fingers all over.

"That was amazing..." he said as he kissed your forehead.

"I know... best birthday gift ever."

"And it's not the only one."

You felt his hand go lower and lower until he reached your cunt. His cum was still oozing from the hole, smearing your thighs.

"You thought I'd leave you dirty like this?"

The ice cream cake was left untouched in the freezer. The candles were wrapped in the same way they were brought from the store. The wine was in the fridge, and the table was shaking underneath you.

Driven by his neediness, he had one arm wrapped tightly around your waist; the other was supporting himself on the table, and he repeatedly slammed himself inside you. His head was buried at the junction of your neck and jawline, his hot breath tickling your skin. Occasionally, he'd gently lick your skin, but that tongue was more focused on tickling your ear with words of admiration.

"Mi princesa, I missed you so much," he said, grunting as he gave you one hard thrust.

Your hands were wrapping around his neck, choosing to rely solely on him to support yourself.

"All I could think about was you. Your smile, your soft skin, how good I feel while I'm inside you..."

He resumed his adoration by giving your neck shy bites. He didn't want to leave marks.

"Luis..." you said, panting.

"What is it?" a gentle kiss on your neck.

"I think the tabble will break..."

"Let it; that won't stop me from finishing..."

His cock felt so good inside, so good that it kept rubbing that spot inside. Every friction would bring you closer and closer to heaven; every throb of his cock would send a shiver down your spine; and every droplet of precum would bring you joy. You tried pulling him closer, as if that were a possibility given how tight you were holding each other. Your senses were overwhelmed by his scent, by that spicy cologne that complements his natural one.

"Speaking of finishing..."

His moves became erratic, his breath irregular, and he raised his head so he could kiss you in those final moments. He needed all of you, your lips, your touch, your cunt, everything.

The passionate and sloppy kiss you shared was bliss; your hand was tugging his hair, and your teeth kept biting his bottom lip. You weren't so gentle like him, but he didn't mind, as this sudden burst of passion helped him finally reach his climax. He closed his eyes and allowed the sensation to overcome him entirely; the only sounds he could make were some weak whimpers. With a few more pumps, he painted your walls with his thick, warm cum.

The cake was on the table, untouched, still in the box. The bottle of wine is almost empty, and the room is filled with kissing and sucking sounds.

His tongue was twirling around your hard nipple, over and over again. You felt the vibrations of his moans on your skin and the bulge that was getting bigger as he rubbed himself between your legs. His other hand was preoccupied with the other breast, giving it a firm massage.

"Happy birthday, babe," he said in a low, sensual voice as he returned to suck your tit. The other one was resting in his big palm now as he began to pinch the nipple with his fingertips.

"J-Jack..." You loved what he was doing to you; you loved how his tongue would twist over and over again around your sensitive nipple, but your panties were so soaked...you needed him so badly, and you decided to show it by thrusting your hips against his erection.

"I'll get there, I promise, but let me taste you first." He rolled the nipple between his fingers now, giving you new sensations to cling to.

He grabbed the nipple with his teeth and pushed gently.

"Jack," you moaned his name, gasping in shock. It was too sudden.

He ignored you, tho and released it, moving to the other breast to give the same treatment. The one that he worked on was previously coated in his saliva, and it felt cold, but he quickly covered it with his hand and began to flick your nipple with his fingers.

"Oh God..." You pushed your chest forward when you felt his mouth once more, showing your tits to him. His tongue resumed the same corse, twisting around the nipple as well as going over it a few times.

"What you are doing to me..."

He hummed and kept igoring you, focusing on your chest and starting to tease you a bit by rolling his erection over your heated, soaked core.

"You bastard..." you grabbed both his hips to deem him to stay low so he can continue rubbing onto you.

You felt like a bitch in heat, but you didn't mind. All you wanted was to get him inside you.

He squeezed your breasts a little harder before standing up. A stupid smile appeared on your face when you saw him unzip.