This one’s for all the ladies out there who’ve had a rough day or week. Best paired with a glass of wine 😉

You’re a storm cloud when you climb onto me.. all thunderous sighs and restless limbs. Your aubergine hair is mussed from your commute, and the hem of my stolen T-shirt rides up your thighs as you slump against my chest. I don’t mention the way you huff when my fingers graze your hip, or how you bury your face in my collarbone like you’re trying to disappear. You’re allowed to be tired. You’re allowed to be hungry. You’re allowed to be anything but apologetic for it.

“You’re crushing me, kitten,” I murmur, though your weight is barely a whisper. You’re all lean lines and sharp edges tonight, a feral kitten pretending she’s a wolf. Your scoff vibrates against my sternum.

“You’re crushing me,” you mutter mockingly and muffled into my chest. “You’re built like a fucking boulder daddy.”

I laugh low, deliberate… and let my palm skate up your spine. You tense, then melt, then tense again. Brat logic: deny the relief you crave until I pry it from your clenched teeth. My thumb finds the knot beneath your shoulder blade, pressing until your breath hitches. “There we go,” I croon. “Let me take this from you.”

You squirm, but I hold you firm. My other hand weaves through your hair, blunt nails scraping your scalp the way I know turns your brain to static. “Stop—mmph—being nice,” you grumble, but your hips shift, cotton shorts dragging against my sweatpants.

“Never.” I nuzzle your temple, breathing in the salt-sweet chaos of your exhaustion. “My perfect girl worked so hard today, didn’t she? Carried the whole world on those shoulders.”

You stiffen. Praise always cuts through the brattiness faster than any command. “Shut up,” you mumble, but your fingers curl into my shirt.

“Make me.” I taunt with a chuckle. Knowing how you react when I throw your own catch phrase back at you…

However today… you’re so tired, so worn… I know you want to marinate in your bad mood and decompress while hating on everything… but the sound of my heart beating in your ear as you lay on my chest is too soothing… so you just hufffff but your thighs part instinctively, knees sinking deeper into the couch cushions on either side of my hips. My cock stirs beneath you, thickening against the heat of your pelvis. You pretend not to notice.

I let you.

For now.

My hand slips beneath your shirt, calluses catching on the silk of your lower back. You arch just a fraction before forcing yourself still. “Still fighting me?” I murmur. “You know how this ends.”

“Do I?” You lift your chin, all false defiance. The fading sunlight paints your caramel skin in gold, your eyes glinting like mischief given form.

I cup your jaw, thumb brushing the pout of your lower lip. “You’ll melt so beautifully. You always do.”

You open your mouth to retort, but I steal the words with a kiss. Slow. Devouring. The kind that unravels you stitch by stitch. Your moan is a vibration against my tongue, your hips grinding down before you catch yourself.

“Ah-ah.” I break the kiss, grinning at your dazed expression. “You don’t get to rush this.”

“Fuck you,” you breathe, but your voice wavers.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I drag my nose along your throat, inhaling the pulse fluttering beneath your skin. “But tonight’s not about taking. It’s about giving.” My hand slides lower, fingertips dipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. “About reminding you how good it feels to let go.”

You tremble. “I don’t need”

“You do.” My palm presses flat to your lower back, pinning you to me. “And I want to give it to you. Let me, sweetheart. Let me show you.”

You bite your lip, conflict warring in your gaze. Pride versus hunger. Control versus…

Trust.

Your nod is barely perceptible.

“Words, kitten.”

“...Please.”

The sound unravels me. I kiss you again, deeper this time, as my fingers slip past your shorts and tracing along your ass… my long arm extending its reach down between your legs Ang curling up to find your center. You’re already slick, your clit swollen and pleading under my touch. You gasp into my mouth, hips jerking, but I keep the pressure feather-light.

“Look at you,” I murmur against your lips. “So eager for me. So good.”

“Fuck—” Your nails dig into my shoulders as I circle your clit, lazy and relentless. “I’m not…nngh…I’m not eager”

“Aren’t you?” I nip your jaw, grinning when you whimper. “Your body begs better than your mouth lies.” I curl two fingers inside you, relishing the way your walls flutter. “So tight. So hungry. How long have you been aching for this?”

You shake your head, sweat-damp aubergine curls clinging to your forehead.

“Tell me.”

“S-Since…” You choke as I crook my fingers. “Since you—oh god—since you texted me at lunch that you were thinking about me and hoping my day was good… nggngg … and nothing was good and you were just being sweet to me”

“Mm. Thinking about my hands on you all afternoon?” I pump my fingers slowly, each drag punctuated by your broken moans. “My mouth? My cock?”

“Yes”

“And yet you came home snarling.” I tut, scissoring my fingers to stretch you. “Tsk. Should I punish you for hiding?”

Your eyes fly open. “No! I just, ah!, I was grumpyyy”

“I know. I was just teasing.. I’d never punish my kitten for having a rough day” I press a tender kiss to your furrowed brow. “So you’re still my good girl.”

You come undone.

Not the climax.. not yet… but the fight. Your mood shatters like glass as your forehead drops to mine, tears prickling your lashes. “Please,” you whimper, raw and ragged. “Please, I need”

“Shh.” I swallow your plea with a kiss, thumb circling your clit faster. “I’ve got you. Let it happen.”

You bite my lip hard but I don’t react.. your fracture comes in increments. A tremor in your thighs, a hitch in your breath, a silent scream against my lips. Your orgasm crests like a wave, pulling you under, and I ride it with you, murmuring praise into your skin.

“That’s it. God, you’re breathtaking. Give me another.”

“I c-can’t”

“You can.” I add a third finger, stretching you to the brink. “You will. For me.”

You whimper, oversensitive and shaking, but your hips grind down greedily. “Too muchhhh”

“It’s never too much for you.” I nip your earlobe, voice dropping to a growl. “Come again. Now.”

You shatter louder this time, back arching as your scream echoes off the walls. Your thighs clamp around my hand, wetness coating my wrist, but I don’t relent. Can’t. Not when you’re this radiant, this intoxicating, this alive in my arms.

“One more,” I demand, middle finger punishing your clit. “Give me one more.”

You’re incoherent now, babbling half-formed pleas as your body bows like a drawn arrow. When the third climax hits, it’s apocalyptic. Your nails draw blood from my shoulders, your thighs trembling like a spooked foal’s. You collapse against me, boneless and gasping, face buried in my neck.

I hold you through the aftershocks, lips pressed to your hair. “Look at you,” I whisper. “My perfect girl. My everything.”

A smile grows on your content face… still sprawled across me, your hips start to roll in tiny, restless circles even after I’ve wrung three trembling orgasms from you. Greedy little thing. But I don’t say it… not yet. I let my fingertips trail down your spine, savoring the way you shiver, the way your breath hitches when I murmur, “Still not done, are you? Such a perfect mess for me.”

You tilt your head back, bratty defiance glittering in your eyes even as your body betrays you. “Maybeeeee. Maybe I’m just warming up,” you tease, but your voice cracks when I shift beneath you, my cock. thick, relentless and pressing against your thigh. You feel it, don’t you? The way it throbs, the way every vein pulses like it’s mapping my heartbeat onto your skin. Your heartbeat. The one thrumming against my chest where your ear rests.

I don’t let you squirm away. My palm settles at the base of your back, not pressing, just… claiming. “You want to warm something up, darling?” I say, low and honeyed, as I guide your hips higher, my other hand sliding between your legs. You’re soaked, swollen, aching, and when my thumb brushes your clit, you whimper… a sound I drink like wine. “Then warm this.”

I sink into you slowly, so slowly, letting you feel every inch stretch and split you open. Your nails dig into my forearm, but you don’t look away. You never do. Stubborn. Perfect. The stretch burns, I know it does. Your breath comes in sharp, fractured gasp before I cradle your jaw, forcing your gaze to mine. “Look at you,” I breathe, pride bleeding into every word. “Taking me so deep.”

You melt. Just a little more. Just enough.

Your walls flutter around me, desperate and clenching, but I don’t move. Not yet. I kiss you instead. soft, lingering, devouring again as your body adjusts. Your lips part under mine, and I swallow your moans, your sighs, the way you whisper “yours” like a prayer. When I finally rock upward, you cry out, your face crumbling into raw, trembling need.

“There you are,” I murmur against your mouth, my hands anchoring your hips as I fill you again, again, your thighs shaking. “My good girl. My perfect, eager girl.”

Your orgasm comes silently this time.. no screams, no thrashing.. just a quiet, shattered yelp as your nails scrape down my chest. I hold you through it, a palm on each butt cheek, my cock buried so deep I feel your pulse around me. When I finally spill into you, it’s with your name on my lips, praise tangled in every groan.

Later, when you’re boneless and half-asleep in my arms,m and my cock still inside of you.. I trace the curve of your ear and whisper, *“Just remember. You may be my brat. You may push my buttons… but I will always be here for you. You don’t need to have hard days alone. You don’t need to shoulder that by yourself anymore.”

A sweating heaving beautiful mess.. You nuzzle against my collarbone. A tear escaping the corner of your eye and falling to my chest at the wholeness you are feeling.

“Don’t think I’m going to go easy on you just because you’re getting all soft on me.”

But your fingers lace tighter with mine as you reach up to give me a peck on the chin.

“Love you softie”

“Love you too kitten”

The last words we say as we surrender to sleep in each other’s arms.