Smuts (ft. Female Artists I Wanna Make Babies With 🥺💦)

Fuck Me Like You Hate Me (Lesy)

"When you'd get all rough during out make outs," I say and she chuckles with a knowing look, "You like that?" I nod, "Yes." I hesitate, "But I'd also like it if you were the same way during sex."

She pauses for a bit, setting the brush down on our dresser. "You don't like how we do it now?"

"No, it's just that," I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "Those times when you'd bite my lip and pin me to the bed are my favorites. Though, you'd still make love to me so softly, like I'm the most fragile thing ever."

"So, you want me to be rough with you?" She asks with a somewhat amused expression on her face while approaching me.

"Yes... and more," I say, looking up at her.

She looks at me curiously then caresses my face, though, it felt more dominant than sweet by the look in her eyes. She smooths her thumb over my bottom lip while she glances down at my mouth then back to my eyes.

"So, what exactly else do you want from me?"

"I want you to fuck me like you hate me," I say bluntly.

Her eyes widen at my words, lip getting trapped between her teeth. "Yeah?" I nod, "I want you to degrade me."

She hums, "I'm not sure if I can do that."

"Leigh, I'm giving you an opportunity to do whatever you want, however you want. I know, deep down, you want to make me your bitch," I say knowingly.

She smirks a little, slowly tangling her fingers in my hair then tugs hard. The sudden action causes me to gasp and a wave to reach between my thighs.

She leans into my ear, her voice dropping to the sexiest octave, "Maybe I do. Or maybe, I don't." Her tone teasing. I bite my lip, looking up at her, "Please, do."

She unravels her hand in my hair, then backs away from me. "Stand up," she rasps and I follow her simple instruction. She takes another step back, leaning up against the wall now. "Off," with a bite of my lip, I peel the pesky fabrics off of my body at a slow pace, giving her a show.

I notice how her eyes slightly widen when I stand upright, waiting for a certain reaction. She lets out a breath and hooks her fingers in the front of my bottoms before pulling me into her forcefully.

The action causes my breath to hitch. "You knew this was gonna happen, didn't you?" I give her a seductive smile, "More like hoped. You like it?" Her eyes go to my cleavage then back to my eyes.

Her hands find themselves on my hips, one soon trailing up my back to the clasp of my bra. Though, she doesn't unhook it, just plays with it. "I do, but I'll love it if it were on the floor," she says.

The tone in her voice causes me to let out a soft moan. She leans in and captures my lips in a soft kiss that soon turned heated. My hand snuck under her shirt, fingers traces patterns on her taut stomach.

I feel the muscles flex under my fingers, her kisses getting harder and more feverish. She then takes hold of my bottom lip between her teeth and tugged on the swollen flesh, earning an aroused sigh from me.

I'm so turned on that I'm so close to pushing her on the bed and riding her face.

She lets go then glances to her right before looking back at me. "Stand in front of the mirror," she pants a bit. "I got something for you." I hesitantly pull away, making a show of biting my finger while I walked to the mirror.

I know that drives her crazy.

I stand in front of our vanity, turning to face her with lust swirling in my eyes. "What're you gonna do to me?" She raises an eyebrow, pushing herself off of the wall. "Close your eyes," she says. I don't listen, wanting to see how she'd react.