Strap Sucking But Im A Hopeless Romantic:

strap sucking but I’m a hopeless romantic:

I’m feeling lazy tonight.

It’s raining hard outside, spattering the windows so loudly that I almost can’t hear you hum that little tune from our bed. Except I can. And it still makes me smile despite the fact it’s absolutely going to get stuck in my head tomorrow. It’s from an ad or something that was on during our rainy day movie night earlier.

We didn’t really focus on the movie, but I didn’t complain. I’m not complaining now, because I still have the strap on under my shorts and it’s still wet from you and I. I can feel how your eyes are burning into my back. I smile at that. You’ve never been very subtle in letting me know you want me, have you, babe? But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I shift in my chair and set down my book, stretching out from the desk with a sigh as I turn to face you.

You’re staring.

Another night, I might’ve kept you staring.

Tonight though, I want more than your gaze. So, I let my knees fall open and I can’t help but chuckle at how your eyes snap immediately to the lithe bulge in my shorts. I sigh and slide a hand down to where you’re so deftly staring. It takes one heated moment of eye contact before you’re on your knees in front of me with your hands in my waistband. My mind tunes out the rain outside in favour of watching you pull the strap free. You’re gentle with it, like always, like it really is part of my body. It’s times like this I wish it was, but it’s just as enthralling this way too.

You press your lips to the tip. A little peck. Saying hello again. Then you’re opening your mouth and taking me almost halfway. A shudder of pure bliss runs through me and I sag a little in the chair. You start to move in earnest and it’s me who gets squirmy about it. I’m grateful for your hands on my thighs. Falling off the chair while you’re sucking my strap is not something I want to repeat. Unless it makes us both laugh again.

Our room quickly becomes slick sounds of your mouth working—your tongue too—and I know if my eyes were open I’d see how your cheeks hollow a little when your lips hit the base. You pull back to start again and now I meet your eyes and smile. It’s a symphony of senses, and I’m basking in it all. You’ll take your time, there’s no rush.

I’m in good hands, all here for you to use for however long you like. <3

Im just saying what I want baby<3 that sounds so interesting can u tell me more abt it kj? also ofc I'd do a good job, wanna hear u stutter as I suck u off baby<33

Mhmm I can indeed 🤭 I’m currently gearing up to fight Rennala (it’s my first time playing through the game proper so I’m ✨scared✨ I’ve heard she’s a tough enough boss). I’ve got a few thousand more runes to farm and a few more smithing stones to find and then I can upgrade enough to fight her!

Keep that good job up and I know you’ll have me stuttering in no time babe <3 I might even moan for you, who knows? 😌

doing god’s work 🫡

enough is enough 😤 I need to eat a girl out while she wears my jersey and I need to do it NOW‼️

I'm like if a chivalrous knight kissed a fair maiden's hand and said "my lady, I fight for you" and then walked off and immediately tripped over his own armor and fell on the ground

when lazy kissing gets intense with that deep breath and hip pull

i could NOT get in a sword fight with a pretty girl i would fold immediately