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

Fuck Me Like You Hate Me (Lesy)

Jesy

She's too gentle.

She holds me and loves on me as if I was made of glass. Don't get me wrong, I love that about her, but sometimes I wished she'd fuck me instead of making love to me.

In rare cases, she'd get a little rough. Like biting my lip or pinning me against the bed.

It'll be amazing if she'd pin me to anything but the bed. I just don't know how to tell her that. She's just too sweet to treat me sour.

I'm currently waiting for her to get home, planning to tell her. In case it goes well, I have on a brand new lingerie set for her in black and red. She's always said I look sexy in red, then would say I look sexier in nothing.

Little things like that is what I practically starve for; when she's looking me in the eyes while I straddle her. Her bottom lip trapped between her white teeth. A dangerous glint in her eyes as they rake over my half nude body.

They would linger on my chest; almost spilling out of my bra.

I hear the front door open, causing me to bite my lip nervously.

"Jes?" She calls out, the sound of her keys echoing through our shared home. "In the room," I answer her, laying back with my elbows propping me up. A few moments later, she comes in, setting her things down and stripping off her jacket.

"How was your day?" I ask her, watching her take her shirt off and release her hair from the confines of the band. "Long," she huffs out, tossing her shirt in the hamper.

"What happened?" My eyebrows furrowed. She starts collecting things for a shower then glances at me. "What always happens, really," she grabs her towel, running her hand through her curls.

I hum, understanding what she means.

I start thinking about what I wanted to talk to her about and my nerves rack through my body. "Um, Leigh, can I talk to you?" She nods, "Of course, but can it wait until after my shower?"

I chew on my bottom lip, nodding. She comes over and gives me a sweet kiss on my lips, smiling at me lovingly. Ugh, why is she so damn cute?

I return with a small smile. "I promise, I won't be too long, okay?" I nod again, "Yeah, okay."

She turns and heads to our in-suite bathroom, shutting the door behind her. I sigh out, feeling myself tremble a bit from how anxious I'm feeling at the moment.

Knowing Leigh, she'd probably give me what I want, but she might be hesitant and more nervous doing it than I am asking for it.

I lie all the way back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

My mind starts to go places that I dream of: degradingly submitting to Leigh.

I just want her to lose control. Fuck me like the animal she is inside.

I don't know how long I've been staring at the ceiling when I hear the shower turn off and the curtains draw back.

A few minutes go by before Leigh comes out dressed, towel drying her hair.

She puts her dirty clothes in the hamper and dries her hair more before hanging it up. I watch as she takes her brush and passes it through damp, dark curls.

"What is it you wanna talk about, babe?" She asks, turning towards me while she brushes. I sit up on my forearms like before, chewing on my bottom lip as I try to put everything into a short reply.

"Me and you," I say, earning furrowed brows from the younger woman. "Yeah?" I take a breath, having second thoughts about bringing this up, but my concerns were brief.