Kink Alphabet Series: Begging/Body Worship

She thinks he doesn’t notice.

The way she shivers when he scratches her scalp, how she holds her breath when he lightly runs his nail down the inside of her wrist. How her pupils go wide when he grabs her by the back of the neck, digging stinging crescents into her soft skin.

Oh, he *notices*. And he plans on giving her what she wants.

He’s kissing her now, deep and slow and wet, fingers tangled in her hair as he pulls her head back. Crowds her against the headboard, takes as much as he gives. He grasps her bottom lip with his teeth as he draws away and she whimpers at the drag, the *burn*, rolling her hips into his.

“I’ve noticed,” he starts, trailing his lips across her cheek to the shell of her ear, voice dark and gritty, “The way you stare at my hands. How you… react when I get my nails on you.”

To emphasize his point, he drags his nails down the back of her head and neck, watches as she gasps and trembles, clutching at his shoulders like she needs an anchor.

“You love it, don’t you?” he whispers, nipping at her lobe, grinding his cock on her hip, “I can tell that you do. Sounding so *sweet* for me when I hurt you like this.”

He pulls back a little to kiss her again and she responds like she’s been waiting for it, open-mouthed and a little desperate, running her hands all over his body.

“I *do*,” she says, panting into his mouth, pressing into him until there’s no space in between, like she’s trying to melt into him, “*God*, I do. Love it when you use me, when you scratch me up. Want you to fuck me up until I can’t stand it, until I’ll feel it for *days*-“

Growling, he grasps her biceps, claws down her arms so hard that he leaves red lines and she *whines*, throwing her head back like she can’t help it.

“*That’s it*, let me hear you,” he hisses, mouthing at her neck, “Could listen to you all day, sweetheart.”

He drags a hand across her collarbones, brings it even lower to palm at her breast and his breath hitches at the way she arches into his fingers, at how she seems to come alive from his touch. He rolls a nipple under his thumb and she moans, breathy and soft, so he does it again, drunk off her body, her voice, her skin, everything, *everything*, her whole being catching his blood on *fire*-

“Lie down, babygirl,” he says, voice dark and unyielding, watching as she shudders from head to toe, “Want you on your back.”

She begins to slide down the headboard and he follows her, until she’s flat on the bed and his chest rests on her stomach, her legs bracketing his body. But, he doesn’t stop his journey, keeps going lower with his tongue on her skin, his nails right behind and scratching marks into the wet trails he leaves behind.

“*Oh*,” she keens, squirming underneath him, choking on air when he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of her stomach, “Crazy- driving me *crazy*- *God*.”

He stops when he reaches her mound, jacks her legs up and wide by the knees to see her and when he *does*, when he sees her cunt open and glistening and so wet she’s dripping down her thighs, he groans deep in his throat.

“Look at you- *fuck*. So fucking *wet*,” he snarls, takes both his thumbs to spread her lips wide, leaning in to take a deep breath of her scent and she can’t help the way she whines and trembles, hips rising up to get to his face, “You smell so *good*, too. *Shit*- this all for me, babygirl? You this wet for me?”

“*Yes*- all for you, baby, all yours,” she nearly wails, writhing under his hands, desperate for friction, for *anything*, “*Need* you- need you so *bad*. *Please*. *Pleasepleasepleaseplease*-“

When he finally gets his mouth on her she all but *sobs*, tossing her head back, pushing a hand into his hair and locking her ankles behind his back. He holds her down as he devours her pussy, watching her as he works his tongue and lips, digging finger-shaped bruises into the back of her thighs.

“Taste so good,” he slurs against her clit, rubbing his nose and chin all over her lips, shakily grinding against the mattress, “Could be down here forever. *God*- you fucking taste like heaven, baby. Can’t get enough of you- can *never* get enough of you.”

He briefly pulls back to suck on his pointer and middle fingers, lapping at her hood as he presses them to her hole and he moans at how *eagerly* she swallows him in, at how tight and warm and *soft* she is around his fingers. He twists his wrist, curls his fingers as he pushes upwards and *oh*, the noise she makes when he does that. *Fuck*, if he could somehow bottle up that sound and keep it forever, god knows he would.

“*Yes*- like that, like that,” she gasps, mewling when he latches on to her clit with his mouth, steadily fucking her with his fingers, “So good, so fucking *good*- fuck. *Fuck*. *Don’t stop*.”

And he doesn’t stop, eating her out like he’s *starving* for it, all tongue and lips and suction until she’s shoving his head down with both hands, digging her heels in his shoulders. She’s basically riding his face and he lets her, hand under her ass to help her grind against him.

“O-oh *god*,” she chokes out, moans climbing higher and higher as she fucks his face, her body so tight that she’s shaking, “M’so close. *So so close*. Gonna- *Fuck*- gonna come. Gonna- Please. *Please*. Don’t stop, don’t stop,
*dontstopdontstopdontstop*-“

He curls his fingers again and just like that she’s coming with his name on her lips, jerking up so hard she‘s half curled over his head, her whole body spasming in ecstasy. He keeps his tongue flat and loose to let her ride out her pleasure, slowing down his fingers to gently rock inside of her.

He stops when she finally lets go of his hair, sliding her legs from his shoulders as she falls back to the bed with a sigh. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, harshly panting against her thigh and *oh*, his dick’s so hard it fucking *hurts*.

He climbs up her body until his elbows rest on each side of her head, until he’s looking down at her face and *god*, he thinks he’s never seen something so beautiful. She’s breathtaking with her hair splayed around her, her mouth swollen and bitten-red, her pupils so wide that there’s only a sliver of brown left and he can’t help the way he dips down to kiss her, the way he needs to feel her touch.

“Not done with you yet, darlin’,” he whispers, loving the way she shivers when he cups her throat, “Gonna make you *scream*. Gonna have the *neighbors* know just who’s fucking you so good.”

He sits up and grips at her arms, dragging her along with him until his back rests against the headboard and she’s sitting on his lap. He rolls his hips and groans at the hot slide of his dick against her slick cunt, at how she whines and trembles with each grind on her aching clit.

“Go ahead,” he growls, roughly jerking his legs up to get her on her knees, fingers digging into her hips, “Fuck yourself on my cock.”

And she obediently reaches for him, lining up his dick to her hole before she sinks down, both of them groaning at the smooth drag of his cock as she takes him in, at how her pussy quivers when she bottoms out. She takes a moment to brace herself on his shoulders, hands nearly slipping with sweat but she lifts herself up, circles her hips as she slams down home.

“Look at you- *Fuck*,“ he hisses, breathless and eyes wide, in rapture as he watches her bounce on his dick, “So *pretty*- *god*- taking-taking my cock so *well*. Being so good for me, baby. Being so *good* for me when you’re like this- *oh god*.”

“Feel so good, baby,” she slurs, head thrown back, body gyrating and thighs shaking, “*Oh*- *so so* good. Love your *cock*- love the way you make me *feel*- *shit, god yes*-“

He roughly digs his nails into her upper back, slowly *drags* them all the way down to her ass and she *keens*, clenching around his cock like she can’t help it.

“*More*,” she babbles, running her hands all over his chest like she can’t stop touching him, “*Please give me more*. I want it- *fuck*. *I want it*- give it to me, give it to me *hard*-“

Surging forward, he grabs at both of her wrists and pulls them until her back is bowed, bracing his heels into the mattress until he’s absolutely *pounding* into her, until the new angle has her *wailing*.

“You like that?” he spits, teeth bared in a snarl as he fucks into her, blinking the sweat from his eyes, “*Fuck*- you like it when I fuck your slutty little hole like this? When I- *god*- when I *fuck* you the way that you *deserve*?”

”*Yes*, *yesyesyesyes*-“ she sobs, can only shake and moan and *take it*, “I think- *oh, oh*- I think I’m gonna come. *Oh, god*- I’m gonna come. *Need*, I *need*- please-“

“I got you, *I got you*,” he reassures, letting go of one of her wrists to get his hand between them; it only takes a few strokes of his fingers on her clit and she’s coming, pussy clamping down on his dick, crying out as she trembles.

“*Fuck*,” he groans and holds it, keeping her hips up and fucking out a few stuttering thrusts before he’s coming too, burying his cock deep inside her as he gasps out her name.

They stay like that for a while, slowly grinding against each other until the pleasure turns too sharp, until the hypersensitivity becomes too much and he has to gently pull out. He slides down to lay on his back and he takes her with him, resting her head on his chest.

“Hi,” she says, turning to look at him with a blissful smile on her face.

“Hi,” he replies, his own grin stretching his cheeks.

She giggles, reaching a hand up to run her fingers through his hair and he hums at the sensation, bowing his head to push more into her hold.

“I don’t think I can feel my legs,” she says, a slightly contemplative tone in her voice and he huffs out an amused breath.

“I can’t either,” he says, letting out such an exaggerated sigh that it has her pressing her lips together to hold back a laugh, “Guess we’re gonna have to lay in bed *all night*. *Such* a shame. Really.”

She nods her head in mock-seriousness and he pulls her in even closer with a chuckle, petting her back.

“Stuck in bed with you,” she says wistfully, her sparkling eyes the only thing giving her away, “*Such* a tragedy.”

“Fate worse than *death*.”

“My delicate heart.”

“My delicate *soul*.”

“You even have one of those?”

“I don’t know; when was the last time you ate?”

She outright cackles at that, slapping at his chest and he goes in for a kiss, swallowing her laughter with his tongue.

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