A/N: "It's Miss Jackson, if ya nasty." Settle in, this bitch is 6,000 words.
Plot: You couldn't be more happy for Katya collabing with Trixie and her makeup line to release 'Red Scare', but of course, the day of the promo shoot couldn't come without complications -- complications from your own body when your "friend" comes to visit.
Contains: PERIOD SEX. Slightly dominant Brian/Katya. Breeding kink.
If that's not what you're into: SKIP THIS.
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As of today, you couldn't have been more proud of Brian. In the last few years with his recovery, he just seemed to soar to new heights everytime you turned around. There was much excitement lately, between he and Trixie releasing a book, and now working with Trixie for his own lipstick with her makeup line -- you were definitely one proud girlfriend.
But all of that happiness had to come with something to dull the mood. You had wanted so desperately to go to the promo shoot to support him, but between the new social distancing way of life mid-Covid, and the God awful cramps you were experiencing from it being the first day of your cycle, you had to stay at home, instead of being the one place you wanted to be.
Of course, it's not like you weren't there in spirit. Whenever Brian got a few free moments, he sent you a barrage of pictures and videos. Each one was fucking hotter than the last, and that only served to make you completely sexually frustrated. You had two main moods when it was that time of the month: hungry and horny. If you weren't thinking about sex, then you were thinking about food. Sometimes, it just combined into sex and food at the same time. It was ridiculous, really.
~
You were sitting down on the couch, curled up next to the arm of it, just trying to keep your mind occupied with various Netflix shows until it was time for Brian to come back home. You shifted uncomfortably where you sat, a sharp pain shooting through your lower stomach. You sighed, sliding yourself over the cushions to lay yourself down.
Your phone vibrated in your hand, and it made you feel slightly more comfortable when you saw that it was Brian. You brought up the text messages that had a few photo attachments, and you could feel the excitement in your gut as it was mixed with the pain. You read over the text:
'Almost done! Here's a few more photos for your viewing pleasure, mom.. Don't cum too hard. 😘💋'
Just looking at these photos sent the biggest jolt of arousal through you, that part wasn't new, obviously. Every sensation was amped up times 10 because of your raging horomones. Your thighs involuntarily squeezed together as you scrolled through the images, your teeth scraping over your bottom lip as you sucked it into your mouth. A small, frustrated whine escaped through your teeth as you shook your head at the screen, texting him back:
'Why do you have to be so goddamn hot all the time? Give it a rest. I'm literally dying right now. 🥵🥵💦'
'Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.. Hate me because I'm a whore 👅👅'
'My favourite whore 🖤'
'I'll probably be home in another hour. How are you feeling?'
You couldn't help but smile like a giddy fucking school girl as you read the last message. As busy as he currently was, and as much as he should have been focusing on just himself -- he still found the time to check up on you, even though he didn't really need to. But you weren't about to complain about it, you'd be a fool it you did. Who wouldn't want a significant other that doted and fussed over them?
'I'm fine, baby. Just wish I could have come to support you in person.'
'You support me every day by even being in a relationship with me. I think we're even, detka.'
'I guess you're right.. You are such a terrible boyfriend/girlfriend, and so hard to live with.. Always being so loving, and dicking me down every night on top of that. Disgusting.. 😌'
'You aren't wrong with the disgusting part. You do dick me down on occasion yourself 🙌 I wish you could've been here, though.'
'I know. Just get home soon. I'm trying to binge eat and cuddle.'
'You had me at binge eat. Leaving Trixie's soon. Love you, you stupid skank 🖤'
'Love you too, You Russian wannabe fuck. 🖤'
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Obviously, you made no mention to him that all you really wanted him to do when he got back home was throw you down and fuck you on the nearest surface he could find, but that really didn't seem like an option right now with your current state. You weren't oblivious that period sex was a thing, you'd had it at other times with different partners in life, but none of them ever seemed to enjoy it, or they just straight up thought it was disgusting.
And since you were the first woman Brian had been in a real relationship with, you were seriously terrified that he'd find the thought of having sex with you while you were bleeding everywhere repulsive.
~
Just as Brian had said, he ended up coming home within the next hour. He was a welcome sight, but also surprising, since he was still halfway in drag. It was almost hilarious in a way. From the top of his head, down to his neck -- it was all woman. But the rest of him was dressed in his regular boy clothes, which usually just consisted of black skinny jeans, black sneakers, and his favorite KTZ hoodie.
"Mother, I am home," he announced himself loudly in the iconic Maureen voice.
You pulled yourself up on the couch as you watched him slink through the house with his drag bag in his hand. There was a wide grin on his face as he made his way over towards you.
"What happened? Did Trixie decide she actually hates you, and sent you off before you could take your face off?" You giggled as he dropped his bag in front of the couch before letting himself plop down beside you on the cushion.
The jarring of his weight on the cushions sent another jolting cramp through your lower abdomen, making you wince and tense up at the feeling of it.
"No, I told her, 'Fuck off, you'll never be Dolly Parton'.. And she started crying hysterically. She said something about putting a toaster in her bathtub, and then, she kicked me out," he hissed with a laugh, his perfect teeth peeking through the red lipstick as he leaned himself in to kiss you on the cheek.
You rolled your eyes at him. "You realize she is more insane than you now, right? Had you actually said that to her, I wouldn't be surprised. The Suicide Hotline would have a field day."
"More or less." He shrugged with a smirk. "No, actually, since you couldn't come today, I figured I'd just bring the drag to you."
"Really now?" You said, a lot more interested now as you sat up even further to see what he meant.
He just smiled at you coyly before he stood up. He looked down at you as he reached up to the zipper of the hoodie, slowly zipping it down to reveal that he still had on that form fitting corset and marching bra, thought he had removed his breast plate. He threw the jacket down to you and you caught it, wrapping your arms around it to nuzzle into it. It smelled like cigarette smoke and his perfume. You leaned forward to get a better view of him all geished up. He wasn't even done getting his pants off to reveal his extra padded hips that gave him killer curves, and you were already in so much goddamn awe of how fucking good he had really looked for this particular shoot.
"Jesus Christ, baby," you whined as he finally kicked the pants off, pressing his hands into his hips.
"Da?" He said cheekily in the Russian accent, already knowing how damn good he looked. He gave a little spin to give you the full 360 view of the outfit, and your eyes landed straight on his ass. "You like?"
Oh, you more than liked. All you wanted to do in that moment was fucking pounce on him, have hold you down, and you wanted him to just just fucking breed you in the most primal of ways while he whispered the nastiest things into your ear. Goddamn this time of the month, and goddamn your obvious kink of having him cum inside you.
"You look fucking incredible, baby," you tried to sound enthused, but also a little nonchalant about it.
He tilted his head at you, his painted eyes narrowing in the slightest of ways. Brian wasn't dumb by any means. In fact, he was one of the smartest people you'd ever really known, so it wasn't a surprise that he picked up on your demeanor rather quickly. He took in a small breath before lowering himself back down to the couch, kicking off his sneakers before crossing his stocking clad legs over the other before leaning over into you.
"So, can I have a real kiss?" He said in a pouty tone.
You knew making out with him would only set your insides on fire even more. You already felt so sensitive in your core. You were aching, you were bleeding, and you were already so fucking wet for him. But God, you knew you literally couldn't deny him a kiss. Hell, you literally couldn't.
You nodded your head at him, laying his hoodie to the side to let him scoot himself closer into you. You weren't expecting him to throw his own leg over yours, but he did as he grabbed you by the back of the neck, pulling your face to his as he crashed his lips into yours, kissing you firmly. Your lips moved together beautifully, a small sigh of pleasure soon escaping your mouth into his as he slipped his tongue inside to massage yours.
Any type of physical touch between the two of you always managed to get heated within a matter of minutes, and this time it was no different -- worse even. Just him slipping his tongue into your mouth, and letting his free hand roam up to rest on your thigh made you moan. You shifted your hips, humming as your pants brushed against your sex, making you throb.
"Mmm.. You have to stop," you breathed, reaching up to press your palm against his chest.
He pulled back immediately, but looking quite confused as his eyes studied your facial expressions.
"What's wrong?" He asked, blinking at you.
A small whine left your mouth as you let your head fall back to the couch cushions. "You know what, B.. I'm cramping. I'm angry. I'm hungry, and I'm so fucking horny right now.. You look gorgeous, and that's definitely a problem for me." You complained, pulling your head back up to look at him with a frustrated expression.
"Hungry and horny can both be taken care of, Brenda. If you need something from me, just say the word." His sultry eyes widened, insinuating the obvious.
"I'm on my period, Brian." You said it as if he didn't already know what you meant, when he clearly did. It was really just your insecurity speaking for you.
"Do you really not realize who you're dating? You really think that some blood is going to disgust me?" He chuckled, giving you a look as if what you said was the craziest thing he's heard before. "I don't understand why you get so distant when I try to touch you when you're on the rag."
"Well, most men-" before you could even get started, he cut you off as he lifted his hand to grasp the sides of your cheeks to look at him.
"Do I look like a man to you right now?" He said, scrunching his eyebrows at you.
"No.. no, you don't," you breathed, swallowing hard.
He lowered his hand from your face, letting out a sigh. "Do you want me to stop?"
You didn't even have to think about that question, of course you didn't want him to stop. "I never want you to stop.. I'm just nervous about it. What if you don't like it, or what if I don't? I mean, I know how particular you are about your male partners and their hygiene."
"Then we can stop," he said matter-of-factly. "Besides, there's a difference between blood and me shoving my face in someone's ass."
You chewed your lip for a moment as you looked up at him. His gaze was so sweet and sincere, and you didn't want him to stop.. Fuck.. You really didn't want him to stop. You let out a breath, knowing he wouldn't make a move until you answered him. So, you took it a step further, reaching out to grab him by the back of the neck this time as you yanked him into another hard kiss. Everything felt like it was on fire, right down to the tingling in your toes as the two of you shared another wild kiss; tongues darting back and forth into each other's mouth.
You moaned out into his mouth again as his hands went up to cup your breasts. They also felt tender and sensitive, and the sensation on every part of your body had become so enchanced that it was almost painful. Brian let his leg fall from yours to grab it with his hands instead, pulling you forward a little bit so that you were closer to him with your legs spread. This is when you could feel the nervousness setting in.
"We can't.. Not here. The couch," you murmed against his lips as he trailed his mouth down to your jaw, biting your skin. A louder moan sounding from your throat this time.
"We're not, baby," he reassured, bringing his face back up to yours, cupping your cheek with his hand. "Just relax for me, okay?"
You couldn't help but smile back at him, and even with your nervousness, he never failed to soothe you in some sort of way. You pressed your lips up into his again. His eyes scanned over your face before he dropped his head down to devour your neck, with his hands still pawing at your body, until they reached your pants.
He unbuttoned them hastily, tugging down on the zipper before his cool hand slipped inside. Feeling just a little more comfortable due to your overwhelming arousal, you spread your legs open further, letting him slip his body between them easily now.
He pressed his fingers against your clothed core. Another shock went through your body, and it definitely wasn't cramps this time. You grinded your hips against him, whimpering softly at the feeling of his fingers already. This was going to be intense.
"You want my fingers, kukla?" He purred into your ear, pressing his fingers harder into your clothed slit.
You gasped, feeling your walls already wanting to convulse at the slightest touch from him. "Fuck yes.. Katya."
He bit down into the side of your neck, finally sliding his hand into your panties. You breathed out, another feeling of nervousness creeping up on you, but it was quickly extinguished as he pressed his fingertips to your bare clit. Another gasp. You were so sensitive, and your clit was already so swollen, that, if you hadn't known any better, you would've assumed the two of you had fucked 5 times by this point. Even Brian took notice of this as he scoffed surprisingly. This was definitely a new thing for him as much as it was you.
"God, detka.. Takoy opukhshiy," he purred lustfully, starting to draw slow circles around your clit. "I can see why you're so horny for me."
"I want you so fucking bad, Kat," you mewled, your back already arching while one of your hands shot up to wrap around his neck, the other going down to wrap your fingers around his wrist.
"I'm gonna cum so fast." You said it as if even you were in disbelief.
"Good. Wonder how many more times I can make you cum before I do?" he asked amusingly, dipping his head down to bite your breast through your shirt.
He kept a rhythmic pace with his fingers, rubbing around your clit in the way that you had asked. It was driving you insane just how good he could make you feel at any point in time. Brian had the ability to make you cum quick even in regular life, but with the state of your body now, it was goddamn mindblowing, and you could already feel your first orgasm welling up in your abdomen.
"F-fuck," you choked out, you were right there on the edge. His fingers added the slightest pressure to your sensitive bundle of nerves. "Don't stop.. I'm cumming.."
Your arms got tighter around him as your hips began to roll against his fingers. Stuttering whines left your throat as you continued grinding your clit against his fingers. Your head fell back and your breath quickened with just how intense that small release was for you.
You humped against his fingers like some bitch in heat, and the more you kept it up, it only prolonged the sensation of your release. Your walls convulsed and gripped around nothing -- except the tampon inside of you. You felt another small orgasm welling up in your stomach, sending a tingling sensation straight to your clit as you breathed out raggedly.
"Ride my fingers as long as you want, devushka," Brian growled into your ear, talking you through the next upcoming orgasm. "Cum for me again."
"Yeah.. Yeah, right there," you cried out, gripping onto his wrist to hold his hand where it was. He moved his fingers in a slow manner against you. "Oh, fuck." Your head finally fell back to the couch, heaving a breath at the feeling of cumming back-to-back.
Whatever reservations you had about not liking it just absolutely went out the fucking window right then and there. And with his fingers feeling that good and getting you off so quick right then, now you were curious to know just how good his cock would feel when it was buried deep inside of you.
Brian let out a small chuckle as he kissed your lips again. "For someone so nervous.. You seemed like you really enjoyed that."
You nodded feverishly at him, your face was all red and flustered as you looked up at him, and your arousal was even more intense at this point.
"I've never cum that quick before," you whined, reaching down between your bodies to rub over his tuck, feeling his hard cock straining against the pantyhose. "Get this off, please. I need you to fuck me right now."
Brian smiled, his lips crashing into yours again, mumbling between the hot kisses. "Thought you were nervous?"
"Fuck that," you protested, lifting yourself up to a sitting position again.
He laughed and pulled himself up above you, taking his hand out of your shorts to look down at his fingers, and barely seeing any traces of blood there, to which, he turned his hand up to you.
"This is it?" He looked up at you confused. "The way you were talking, I expected the elevator scene from The Shining, Brenda."
You nudged him with your leg. "Shut up. You're so nasty." You smiled at him anyway, though.
"Glad you finally noticed. You realize who I am, right?" He said pointedly, rolling his eyes playfully at you.
"I do have a tampon in, you dork." You laughed, kissing him, yet again.
He pressed his lips back into yours, cupping the side of your face with one of his hands as the kiss quickly became heated again, it's something that never failed to send the both of you into the throw os passion. You continuously rubbed your hand over the bulge in his pantyhose, digging your fingers into the delicate fabric of it, pulling at it, and feeling him only continue to get harder for you.
"Brian," you muttered desperately into this kiss, bracing your foot against the ground as you reluctantly pulled yourself away.
"Bathroom. Now." He growled hungrily into the kiss.
You nodded, finally releasing his lips as you pulled yourself up, heading off into the bathroom with him following in suit behind you. When you made it into the bathroom, you leaned yourself against the counter, staring up at him as he began to quickly de-drag.
He unhooked his bra, dropping it to the counter before he loosened up he laces on the back of his corset, taking it off to set it on top of the bra. Your eyes scanned over his muscular body and tattoos, making your teeth sink painfully into your lip at how goddamn hot he was at all times.
He turned towards the shower, opening up the door to turn the water on. He let the water warm up as he turned back to the mirror, removing his lashes and then rest of his makeup with some wipes he already had on the counter. The two of you shared wanton glances at one another during that time, before you pulled yourself back up off the counter.
"I've got to.. Uhm," you said, gesturing to yourself.
"Don't worry, I won't stand over you and watch, baby," he mused, cutting his eyes over to you.
"Ha. Ha." you mocked, walking off to take care of the tampon situation.
Brian continued to do his own thing, removing most of his makeup before he worked on peeling off the panties and the several pairs of pantyhose he had on. Once he had it all off, he leaned himself back against the counter as you made your way back over to him. The two of you were quick to embrace again, but he didn't waste any time in pulling your shirt over your head, or unbuttoning your pants.
You helped him slide your pants down your legs, kicking them off the rest of the way as he intertwined his fingers in your hair. He pulled you over to the shower, but instead of opening it, he pushed you up against the cool glass door instead. By now, you couldn't tell if the heat you felt was from the warm shower, or the growing warm sensation you felt in your stomach and core -- but obviously, it was a mixture of both.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you in the neediest of ways as you stared up at him. He looked down at you with a sultry expression, and even adoration. His cheeks flared, and it only further emphasized his strong jawline. There was leftover smudges of black eyeliner that the makeup wipes hadn't gotten rid of on his bottom lash line, and it made his icy blue eyes stand out against the contrast of black even more. You pushed yourself up, kissing him roughly as you bit down into his lip, a wanton moan leaving you as your hands wandered down his back, pressing your fingertips into the muscle beneath his skin.
He finally pulled you forward, holding you so that he could open up the shower door. He pushed you in, but still keeping a firm grip on you so that you didn't go flying to the floor and break your ass in the process. Once inside, he pressed you gently, face first, into the cool shower wall. He brought his hands up to rest on your shoulders as the two of you just let the hot water run over you, getting used to the temperature.
He pressed his lips down into your shoulder, grazing his teeth over your soft flesh as his hands travelled down further, his fingertips rubbing over every inch of skin along the way. He used his foot to shove one of yours to the side, making you spread your legs or him as you brought your own hand up to brace yourself against the shower wall.
You lowered your other hand down between the two of you, wrapping it around the base of his cock, giving it a squeeze. Brian hummed a sigh of approval against your damp skin, lowering his own hand to the front of you, pushing his fingers between your folds before you could protest. You shut your eyes tightly, a small chill of embarrassment going through your body as you already knew that this shower session was gonna end up looking like a crime scene before long. But again, any discrepancies that you had, soon faded at the feeling of his fingers darting past your clit to delve straight inside your pussy.
You gasped softly, leaning yourself back, melting into his body. You laid your head against his chest, and your hand started to stroke along his cock. Brian grunted, pushing himself closer into your body as he pumped his middle and ring finger into and out of you, the extra lubrication providing such ease for him the fuck you with his fingers.
"Tell me what you want me to do, baby," he whispered into your ear.
You tried to speak, but all you could do was press your hand hard into the wall, your other hand wavering with it's strokes against his cock. All you could focus on was how good his fingers felt inside of you, and just how goddamn bad you were aching for him.
"Fuck me." You managed to growl out the words through gritted teeth. You released his cock, your hand shooting up to wrap around the back of his neck as you pulled him in closer.
"Fuck me, please.." you trailed off, turning your head to look at him so desperately, pressing your face up into his cheek as the hot water flowed over both of your now. "Fucking breed me, baby. I need it so bad."
He purred, his eyes widening a little at your request, but a seductive smirk soon followed in it's place as he quickly spun you around to face him. He pressed you back against the wall, reaching down to hoist ones of your legs up to wrap around his waist.
"We've establish that you are, in fact, a cum slut, devushka," he chuckled, hovering his lips over yours, his free hand guiding his cock to your entrance.
"For you? Duh," you cooed against his mouth. "I love it when you treat me like one."
Without warning, he slid himself inside you. Most of the time, the stretch that his length provided was enough to get a gasp out of you, and that always amused Brian, but this time was different. It wasn't a gasp, but a full on moan. He slid inside of you so easily and perfectly. Your blood and wetness providing the extra lubrication needed, and the extra sensitivity you felt made his cock feel that much better. It obviously had an effect on him as well when a moan left his lips at nearly the same time.
"Jesus," he breathed, bracing his hand against the shower wall as he slowly rocked his hips against yours. "Fuck.. That feels good."
You wrapped your arms around his neck, hooking your leg tighter around his waist as you pulled him into you. The more his hips began to plunge inside of you, you could feel the blood leaking out of you, and that was made more obvious by the trail of crimson that was diluted by the water as it began flowing down the shower drain. It probably would have been a turn off to many, but soon enough, it became even more arousing to know that Brian was fucking you up against this shower wall while you were in such a delicate state at this time of the month.
"Harder, baby. I want to feel all of you," you moaned, pressing your hands to the side of his neck now, your nails digging in.
He brought his hand down to your neck, pressing your head back into the shower. The wet tendrils of your hair stuck against the wall as he drove his hips harder into you, the head of his cock bumping against your cervix, and a louder moan escaped him when you purposefully squeezed his cock with your walls. He released your neck as he brought that hand down to grab your thigh, hoisting you off of your feet completely now, followed by each thrust of his hips smacking your ass back into the wall. You felt like a ragdoll now, and it was driving you wild.
It didn't take long for you to feel another climax building up. You reached between your bodies, your fingers finding that overly sensitive bundle of nerves as you rubbed rapid circles into it. The blood that was coating both of your groins getting washed away just as quickly by the continued flow of the water.
Your chest heaved as a string of constant whines and moans sounded from your throat and parted lips. You looked up at Brian with such a desperate, needy gaze that you always did when he took control like this. His eyes were narrowed at you and taking over every inch of you, and his teeth were gritted as he was completely in a world of pleasure all his own. He seemed to be enjoying this little experiment just as much as you were. His head ducked down, sinking his teeth roughly into your breast, making you yelp at the feeling of his teeth dragging over your soft skin.
"B-Brian.. Fuck.. You're gonna make me cum, b-baby," you choked out, with your breathing was getting more and more labored.
The muscles in his arms completely tensed as he kept holding you up, making his tattooed skin look even more delicious than it already did. The stroking of his hips never even wavering as he fucked you mercilessly into the shower wall. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, just wanting him to cum so deeply inside of you.
"Yeah, you like that, baby?" He growled, bringing his head up bite roughly into your lip, pulling it back with his teeth before letting it snap back against your mouth. "Cum for me.. You know you want to."
You nodded feverishly at his words, a cry leaving you as your nails dug into his back, while your other hand continued working on your clit. Your hips began to roll against his as your orgasm was nearing the edge. Your walls quickly convulsed around him as you started to cum for him.
You dragged your nails up his back, grabbing the back of his head as you pulled him into your neck, feeling his tongue press into your wet skin. "Ah, I'm fucking cumming.." you gasped, your breath getting completely erratic as you turned your eyes down to him. "Cum with me, Brian, please.. Breed this pussy, baby. It's yours. It's all fucking yours.. FUCK." You all but screamed it as you felt your release completely soak his cock and thighs, your hips bucking roughly against him, with your eyes rolling back.
That's what really sent him over the edge as he pressed you against the wall, both of his hands securing themselves under the swell of your ass as he rammed his cock violently into you now. He pressed his forehead into yours, having you completely cornered.
"Da, Eto vse moye. I'll breed you anytime I fucking want.. You know who you belong to, detka," he spat in a low tone, biting into your skin with another moan.
It never ceased to kill you anytime you were able to bring out this roughness in his actions and his words. You yanked his head up to yours, crashing your lips into his again, feeling the throbbing of his cock inside of you as he just completely fucking exploded, and you could feel the warmth as he blew one of the biggest loads inside of you that you'd ever felt.
"(Y/N), baby, right there," he moaned out, his hips shuddering between yours. "I'm cumming."
You brought one of your legs down to brace against the floor so neither of you fell over as he kept grinding into you to ride his orgasm out. You brought one of your hands away from your clit, hanging it out to the water to wash away the blood before bringing both hands up to cup the sides of his face. He looked totally exhausted now.
"Yeah, that's it.. Cum in me, Brian.." you purred encouragingly, looking up at him through your lashes. "Your cock feels so goddamn good inside my pussy."
He slammed his hips into you once before he let his head go limp into your hands, breathing rapidly. You lowered your other foot down, letting his cock slip out of you as you pulled him into you. He brought his hands up to brace against his wall as he let his head fall to your shoulder, leaving a small trail of tired kisses over your collarbone. You hummed out, forcing yourself to keep standing up as you held his waist tightly. You were more than satisfied at that moment, and you were glad it was Brian that could give you that relief you needed.
"And what exactly were you worried about again?" He mumbled in an exasperated tone against your shoulder before pulling his head up to look down at you.
"Something about a period, or something? God.. I don't even fucking care anymore." You took a breath in, cocking a mischievously eyebrow at him. "It's hard to care when you fuck me like that."
"You didn't need to be nervous about it to begin with," he said sweetly, pecking you on the lips. "And for the record.. I'd like to do it again.. We can always buy rubber sheets, mother," he croaked in his Maureen tone.
You rolled your eyes, smacking his chest lightly. "You are horrible," you laughed, chewing the side of your lip as you watched his eyes. "That was amazing, though.. Jesus.. It felt so good."
It was amazing, that was the only way to describe it, and it seemed as if a new kink had been unlocked for the both of you with this little adventure. It's oddly funny how you can find yourself being into things you never thought that you would, until you were with the right person.
"Yeah, I know.. You almost turned me into a premature ejaculator, like, 3 fucking times in the middle of it," he scoffed, his eyes widened a little as he nodded in agreeance.
You shrugged, chuckling a little, "Well, even if you had, something about that would have been hot too.. I'd take it as a compliment."
"You're so weird." He smirked, pulling you off the wall and into his chest.
"We're both weird. You did just perform a blood sacrifice with my pussy, yeah?" you mused, rolling your eyes at him.
"Still wasn't anything like The Shining," he reiterated, waving his hand as he mocked annoyance.
"Maybe next time," you said with a coy expression.
"Oh, so there will be a next time?" He pursed his lips at you, obviously very proud that he had changed your mind about it.
"I mean, if you want to?" You said, knowing you couldn't even debate him on this.
"Definitely," he said simply, his eyes never straying from yours.
You hooked your hands around his shoulders, giving him a longing stare. "I love you, dickhead."
He bent down, brushing your hair behind yours ears. "I love you, too, you bloody bitch."
You giggled, shaking your head at him before pecking his cheek. "Can we go eat now?"