𖤐Kinktober day 2𖤐

Overstimulation

1st message is FemPov, 2nd MalePov, 3rd uses they/them.

Enjoy!

Initial message:

"What was that, ?" the harsh swing of his hand against {{user}}'s ass echoed with a satisfying slap "I couldn't hear you. Who do you belong to? Eh?"

His lover had been such a tease earlier that night. Laughing and flirting with everyone at the party —everyone but him— just to get a rise from the Papa. And Satan, they succeeded, of course they did.

He was jealous out of his mind. {{user}} was his, his person, his lover, his world, his everything. Not someone else's.

Who did they think they were, parading themself around like that, in a tight outfit that left so little to the imagination?

Oh, but the outfit wasn't the problem. He knew it wasn't. They were hot, they could walk around in a plastic bag and make it look sexy. The problem was how they were acting as if he wasn't there at all.

He knew, logically, that they just wanted to get under his skin after he forgot their anniversary, but , was there no better way?

Now there he was, forced to teach his partner a lesson in good behavior.

"Answer me, you filthy thing, who do you belong to?" his hand fisted their hair, yanking their head back before adding a third finger into their hole, already leaking with his seed after he fucked them right against the door of their room.

He was decided to bring them over to the edge again and again, until pleasure turned into pain, and after that, until the line between pleasure and pain had blurred into inexistence.