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not to be a pillow princess but I’m desperate for a dom to chase my orgasms, like, fuck me nice and slow until you find just the right spot then abuse it, the sweet gentle “cum for me baby~” and “just one more, you can do that for me can’t you?” getting praised for making such a wet mess on them gosh I’m… fine…..

I need to absolutely ravage boy pussy through a pair of fishnets or I'll die

They stuff my holes for the road trip. A plug in my ass, a vibrator against my cock, a dildo in my cunt. They have a carefully curated playlist made for the long drive, three hours of us on the road. I'm already wet, hard, horny as hell. Their wandering hand reaching over from the steering wheel to palm my cock makes me rock on the dildo. "needy boy," they coo, "I'll turn on your toys." They open the app and all three toys begin to vibrate, I clench and moan, "aw fuck, thank you, thank you, fuck." I pant as the patterns change in perfect synchronisation, faster and slower, intensity rising and falling in harmony. I watch them with bewilderment, their hands are firmly on the steering wheel and I frown with confusion. "made this playlist specially for you," they grin, as one of my favourite songs comes on with fast loud guitars that cause the toys to vibrate and rotate inside me with intensity that has me clutching the door handle and writhing in my seat. I cum with a yell before the song ends, my sensitive little cock throbbing as the vibration continues, "I think you'll be a puddle by the time we get there."

I always wonder how regular people think about tickling. I see it in my everyday life and I’m just like. Do you like that in a normal way? How long do you think about it after it’s over? You don’t YEARN for more???

Oof

afternoon snack

pairing: dbfMiguel!fem!reader nsfw

cw: smut, oral (f receiving), age gap, no p in v, squirting, fingering, cunnilingus, lingerie, maybe more idk

a.n. : I wrote this over a period of like 3 days so its a little weird. hopefully you enjoy this tho, constructive criticism and interaction would be appreciated!!

"Alright, Miguel is coming over to take care of you while I'm gone, alright? I have a day trip at my job, so I'll be gone until tomorrow afternoon. I love you!" Your dad hollers at you while he's exiting your penthouse suite.

"But dad-" you protested. You were 19, almost 20 and you did not need a babysitter. You were secretly happy your dad made Miguel come over though. He was a nice guy, and he was hot. You hadn't told your friends about him because they would definitely start asking you interesting questions about you and him.

Around an hour into being home alone, Miguel unlocks the door and enters your suite. "I don't know if your dad told you this, but I'll be taking care of you here while your dad's out,"

"Yeah, he told me," you responded. Part of you desperately wanted Miguel, but the other part knew that you couldn't possibly fuck your dad's best friend. Miguel was making a coffee for himself.

"Do you want some?"

You sat down on the kitchen counter next to Miguel. "Sure!" You didn't actually want the coffee, you just wanted to have a conversation with him.

Miguel couldn't help but take a peek down your loose shirt. You made sure to wear loose clothing, with a matching set. Fuck, just that sight turned him on. He could feel his dick pressing into his tan trousers, and he excused himself to go to the washroom, quickly telling you how to fill the cups and turn off the machine, as if you didnt already know.

He rushed to lock the washroom door, and took his dick out of his trousers. "Mmh, fuck..." Miguel groaned. He couldn't get the image of your tits practically busting out of that lacey bra out of his head. Just imagining fucking those soft tits was enough to get him off.

He let out soft moans as he rubbed his thumb on his pink tip. He stroked his long cock a few more times, still thinking of giving you the best tittyfuck of your life. He repeatedly moaned out your name, and he could only hope you couldn't hear him. Miguel comes undone, shooting his ropes at the shower floor. He turns on the shower, and positions the head to spray away his cum.

You notice the sound of the shower turning on, but think nothing of it. He comes out of the washroom, his coffee and you were waiting for him on the kitchen counter. Miguel checked his phone, noticing it was around lunchtime. "Is there anything specific you want for lunch? I could make something or we could order something,"

"I don't know, you choose," you respond. You discreetly widen the space the space between your legs, and pretend to not notice how he stares between them.

"Okay," he says as he glances at that spot, looks away, and looks back. He can't help but think about what could happen next, him teasing and licking your cunt and- no. Miguel should not be thinking about his best friends' daughter like that. But with the way you were looking up at him, with those beautiful, innocent eyes... Fuck. Miguel was in deep.

And so were you. You could feel your core getting wetter and wetter, you just wanted him to fuck you already.

"I was thinking I could just cut fruit and eat it, unless you're actually wanting something more," he commented.

You definitely wanted something more, that's for sure, but you just replied, "Yeah, that sounds good. I had brunch before you came,"

"Okay, sounds good," Miguel started washing and cutting up the fruit.

You stared at him as he methodically prepared it, taking note of how deft he was with with his fingers. He plated the fruit nicely, then placed the dish next to you as you two ate the fruit.

Miguel slowly started shifting his hand closer and closer towards your thigh as he ate with his other hand. You, noticing this, started drawing shapes on his hand, then placing his hand on your thigh, to "draw better". Miguel slowly starts to squeeze and massage your thigh, inching upwards, until his fingers are right outside your clothed pussy. You pretend to adjust yourself, trying to ease the ache that was rippling through your cunt.

"What are you doing?" Miguel questioned. He knew exactly what was going on, he just wanted you to say it.

"Oh, uhm this counter is a little hard, you know? I'm just trying to get more comfortable," You didnt realize that he could see right through you.

Miguel nodded, and then begins to draw circles on your upper thigh. Grinding your thighs together was the only way to satiate the growing desire building up inside you, but the moment you started moving, Miguel looked you dead in the eye, "I know what you're trying to do, princessa,"

Stiffening, you play dumb. "Huh?"

"Don't make me say it, love. You want me, dont you?"

"Yes," you breath out, finally admitting out loud how much you wanted him.

Miguel hooks his fingers around the waistband of your shorts, before pausing, and asking, "Can I please eat you out?"

"Mhm," You liked that he asked before hand, you've had too many close calls with creepy men in your college.

Miguel swiftly takes off your shorts and groans when he sees the wet patch on your panties. He grins, slightly amused. "You always this wet for guys my age?"

"Only when they're hot, attractive dilfs," you laugh out, quickly realizing your mistake.

He laughs a bit too, "It's cute you think I'm attractive, querido," Miguel swiftly pulls off your underwear, and swirls his thumb on your clit.

"Mmh, fuck Mig," you groan out, gripping his hair. Usually, Miguel would care if his hair was being messed with, but in this moment? He only cared about making you moan his name. Miguel switches his thumb for his tongue, licking and sucking at your clit. He licks up the gathering wetness at my entrance before licking your walls, dragging his tongue through you. He ate you out with such finesse, graceful and calculated with his movements; he was intent on making you cum.

"Aah- Miguel, fuck...!" Your head thrown back, eyes rolled back into your skull. While Miguel was tongue-fucking you, he began sliding his thumb back and forth along your clit, adding to the growing tension in your stomach. Every once and a while, he'd slide his tongue out of you and nip at your thighs, before continuing to eat you out, nails digging into your thighs, moaning into your cunt. Your desperate sounds only made him more turned on, and he went at it so passionately.

You couldn't help but come undone, squeezing your thighs around his head, cum leaking into Miguel's tongue, him lapping it up like a half starved dog. He finally looks up at you and smiles. "You did great, carinõ,"

"Thanks," Smiling weakly up at him, legs quivering. You gasped as Miguel pushed two fingers inside you. "c'mon, you can take one more, can't you love?"

Your response was shaky, but you managed to say, "Yes, Miguel,"

His long fingers thrusted in and out of your cunt, curling and uncurling until he found that spot that made you whimper. He consistently hit that spot, drawing out more sounds from you, and for a bit the only sounds in the suite were heavy breathing and squelching sounds. Miguel rubs his thumb onto your clit again, slowly easing a third finger into your tight sex. You clench against the new finger, but Miguel whispers, "just relax around me, m'kay? I'm gonna try and make you squirt, is that okay querido?"

"Mmh..oh fuck mig- mmhmm," you manage to slip out, pressing your hips onto his fingers. He finds your sweet spot, moving his fingers in a come.

"You're doing so good for me, just remember to relax, okay?" Miguel murmurs out. You try your best to relax your muscles, taking deep breaths as his fingers push you further towards the edge. "That's it, atta girl.. keep breathing,"

You feel tension starting to build up in your stomach again, your legs tensing a bit. Miguel sensed this, and he brought his other hand up to your tit, rubbing your nipple through your lacy lingerie.

The knot in your stomach finally came undone, and you squirted everywhere, on Miguel's shirt, on the counter, and it dripped down onto the kitchen floor. Miguel caught some in his mouth, and he dragged his tongue up your torso, up your neck. Your lips met with his, your squirt still in this mouth, making you taste yourself. He broke the kiss, "Do you like how you taste, princessa?"

"Mhm," you hummed into his lips.

"You did so good, querido," he said, breaking the kiss. "Do you want me to draw a bath?"

"No, I should help you clean up," "Princessa, you deserve to rest. I'll clean and you can go relax," he smiled at you, and went to prepare the bath water, along with a few bath bombs and bubble mixture on the side. Miguel made sure to leave a towel on the washroom counter.

He called you to the bathroom, and you took off your shirt and bra to relax in the water. Miguel gave you a peck on the lips before going back to the kitchen to clean up the squirt still on the floor and counter.

You dropped the bath bombs into the water, looking at how at the glitter and colours swirled in the water. Finishing up your bath, you grabbed the towel. You dried yourself off and went to your room to put on some clothes.

Upon coming out of your room, Miguel is just finishing off cleaning, the smell of sex noticeably absent. Miguel looked up at you,"I'm just going to take a nap, you can join if you want,"

ler miguel perhaps?? 😳

you didn't specify a lee so you are now the lee

Armpit tickle teases? I'll be good and let you tword I promise 🥺

No escape now, my dear. Gonna be a good girl? Best to behave now, or you'll stay stuck in these straps, look at your defenceless armpits, are you ticklish there? Why are you squirming? Fine, I'll make you squirm more then, I'm gonna stroke slowly your sensitive armpits as much as I want, u can't get your arms out of the straps, you poor thing, oh well, don't cause a mess on the bed 😏

Lmao if this ain't me🫠

Tickle therapy 🤤😮‍💨🥵

Everyone go tell @spiffytickler he really didn’t have to be so dang relentless 😤🥺😩~

Tickle Fantasy: Party Favor

You invite me to an important business dinner, a celebration of....some big thing you did. I don't have a head for business, but I know you did something important. My one job for tonight is to be pretty eye candy in the low cut, strapless dress you got me.

Of course, you also give me the biggest, most glittery diamond necklace to complete the look. You wanted me to look expensive.

When we walk in, it's cocktail hour. Everyone there seems to know you as eyes are immediately on you when we enter. Lots of wandering eyes end up on me, but so many rich business men and women greet you by name.

You decide it's time to mingle. You tell me to clasp my hands behind my back. I oblige, my chest sticking out a little to show off my....diamond necklace.

What I don't expect is you to pull my dress down, fully exposing my breasts! My brain can't even catch up to what's happening as I look down at two rosy nipples fully on display to your business associates! I can only stare dumbly. Before I can even think to move to cover myself, you firmly hold my wrists behind my back, effortlessly with one hand.

I can't help but wiggle, trying to free my wrists to no avail, but all that manages to do is make my big diamond necklace catch the light, and eyes are drawn to the glimmering object.....and then down to my exposed breasts.

Oddly, no one seems offended. No one confronts you, or rushes to kick us out for such a lewd display. The conversation hasn't even lulled. Of course, more eyes are on us, but the way these powerful, formal guests just casually gaze at me like I'm a toy on display makes me shiver. Like it's expected. Like I'm the background entertainment.

You start to mingle casually as if nothing in the world has changed. You keep me firmly at your side and while many well-dressed business men and women engage you in some pretty serious conversation about...whatever, no one looks me in the eye, though I can feel their gazes elsewhere on me.

One man concludes a quick report to you, and then slowly extends his fingers towards me.

"May I?"

He directs the question to you. Not me.

You nod your head, and graciously gesture to me as if offering the last quiche on an appetizer tray.

The man, one of your business partners, begins tracing the tops of my breasts. I let out a breath, not expecting the teasing. As if simply being exposed wasn't humiliating enough! I let out a small giggle when he traces a finger over my under boob, then he pauses at my giggle. His other hand joins in to tease me in that sensitive spot.

To my further humiliation, a middle aged, but intense looking business woman in a sharply tailored pantsuit strikes up a conversation with you. Seeing your toy is here to be shared, she begins to casually scratch a manicured nail over my nipple while still talking business with you. I try to keep my giggles quiet so I don't interrupt, but I gasp when she tugs hard on my nipple. Without missing a beat of her serious conversation with you, she begins to tickle both nipples as if in punishment for my daring to make a noise. I titter lightly, but I seriously can't handle the tickling, made so much more intense given the public nature of the event. I can't hide. I can't cover myself. I can't fight back. I can only be a ticklish, nude status symbol of yours available for anyone who wants a piece.

This continues all night. You finally release my wrists, but give me a severe look when I move my arms. I must stay like this, properly presenting my naked breasts to everyone. The teases don't stop either, and at one point I'm practically backed into a corner by no less than four guests each staking their own territory on my breasts and seeming to compete for who can give the cruelest tickles. They don't care my giggles have become unsightly howls of laughter as the teasing, no, the torture, becomes so intense. All I can do is take it like a good little tickle slut! When you bring me over to a seated woman, my breasts are at perfect eye level for her and she cups one of my breasts and begins licking! I can hardly stand her ticklish tongue and I whimper, but she simply grips me tighter as she samples me. She even tries the other breast, as if comparing different glasses of champagne and her saliva cools on my skin when she finally pulls away, licking her lips and admiring the red lipstick she's left on my nipples and side boob. All the while I keep my hands behind me, obedient and on display.

As humiliating as it is, I can at least take pride in being the perfect tickle toy. ❤️

I want to tickle someone while they hump a pillow, and have them be unable to stop grinding because they're squirming too much from the tickling