Slowly, Deimos walked out of the bathroom and into his bedroom again. Mira was sitting on his mattress patiently, a bottle of lube, condoms and his small little chest containing all his sex toys beside her. His heart sped up when he realized she was just wearing grey Calvin Klein’s, leaning on one arm as she sat patiently on his bed. Her eyes clicked from her thighs to him in an instant, eyes widening in surprise when he stood a foot away from her. He felt his face burn and blood boil after seeing the sheer hunger in her eyes.

Mira and Deimos have only slept with each other three times this past month. Yes, those nights were long and amorous, but this was still very new to him. And only in those three times of deep make out sessions and mind-blowing fingering (Mira’s accord), Deimos has worn lingerie twice. He wasn’t used to showing this…side to him. The side that fantasized about being fucked deep and hard in lingerie. The side that fantasized about being spanked in silk panties. The side that wanted to be eaten out in thigh highs.

Deimos wore a soft pink baby doll, translucent and silky with bows and velvet strings. He wore a matching garter that fit snug at his hips and on the garter belt in the middle right on top of his bellybutton was a silk pink bow. The pink straps also had cute little bows on the ends of them that held up his white thigh highs that were sheer and silky. This is what he wanted to look like to Mira. Cute, feminine. Soft, silky, smooth. He loved the way the babydoll was so freeing and soft against his nipples. He loved how the garter looked on his thighs. He loved the smoothness of the thigh highs down his legs. He loved how Mira’s expression changed the instant he walked out the door. Nonchalant, unnerved. Then, god, absolutely livid. Hungry.

She made him want to bend over and let her spank him all night long. She made his mind melt with just that animalistic stare. She made him weak in the knees with her kisses and roughness and energy.

“God,” Mira blurted out. Her smile was wide. She made him blush like a stupid idiot when she smiled so beautifully. She made him feel loved and accepted and excited for nights like these in lingerie. She loved this side of him.

Deimos bent down and kissed her. “Do…I look ok?” He asked softly. His cheeks were warm, he knew that. Mira ran her eyes down his figure again and stole one of his hands that were on her hips. Slowly, she slipped his fingers underneath her underwear and to her pussy. His head spun as he felt her wet, velvety warmth. She was dripping wet and it brought shivers down his spine. She loved this.

Quickly, their lips met again and Deimos pinned her to the bed. Mira smiled, disoriented and overwhelmed with Deimos’ sudden brashness in soft lingerie.

“You’re so fucking…” Mira trailed off, her eyes searching through Deimos’. “Incredible.”

Deimos smiled and nuzzled their noses together. For a moment, they just pressed their foreheads against each other and sighed softly. Deimos could feel Mira’s heartbeat against her warm skin, quick and strong. He smelled her and she smelled like his body wash.

Then, slowly Mira opened her eyes and slid her hands up his thighs to his hips, rubbing his hips softly. She started to move and swiftly wrapped her leg around him to flip him over onto his back with a soft thud. She smiled into their next kiss, Deimos basically kissing her teeth as she giggled softly.

God fucking dammit, she was precious.

Eventually, they melted back into the pace they had earlier and Mira’s experience brought Deimos weak. She knew how to make him go insane. Her roughness was exciting as she yanked Deimos’ hands up and pinned them to the bed, leaving him open to her punishing lips on his skin. His legs twitched when her tongue licked down his figure to his nipples. Shamelessly, she licked and sucked at his nipples through the sheen babydoll, her hot saliva dripping through the soft fabric. Mira loved his nipples to the point it was disorienting. His cock throbbed as she teased them, his panties getting tighter and tighter more and more.

As he bit his lips to stifle his moans, Mira dipped lower and lower, licking and sucking and dirtying his babydoll as she went. When she kissed his stomach, he twitched and brushed his hard erection against her, Mira lovingly giving back by rubbing her breasts against his cock. She kissed and sucked at his stomach and her hand slid to his panties. He groaned out, feeling her fingers through the fabric of the lace panties. He gasped when Mira slipped her hands into his underwear and found his puckering pink hole. Mira’s fingers were hot.

“Do you want to take off the panties or keep them on?” Mira whispered into his ear when she swirled her fingers around his entrance. His toes curled at the overwhelming sensation. God, he wanted her to fuck him. He wanted to be held and rammed into. He wanted to be fucked into the mattress.

He wanted so much more.

“T-Take them off b-but leave the babydoll,” he whimpered out. Mira obliged ever so eagerly, unbuckling his garter belt and slipping off his panties. She threw them across the room and went back to kissing Deimos as he widened his legs further for Mira to explore. She squeezed lube onto her fingers before she began fingering him slowly. His thighs quivered as she softened him up, gentle and slow with kisses planted all over his body. Pangs of pleasure bubbled in him and he reacted a little bit too loudly when Mira rubbed his sweet little spot. She smirked at him and explored deeper inside of him that left him twitching and moaning louder than he wanted to. His toes curled up when she started to quicken her pace and stretch him a little bit wider.

“Feeling good?” Mira purred. She loomed above him, dark eyes trained on him as he twitched and shivered to her fingers.

“F-Fuck me,” he groaned, throwing his head back.

She hummed and stretched his throbbing hole particularly wide. He gasped when a third finger was added. “You’re still fucking tight,” she growled.

Mira swearing was turning into a kink he couldn’t live without. He bit his lip and let her continue her torturously slow pace finger-fucking him. She ended up lacing her hand into one of his as she licked and bit at his nipples through the babydoll, all while fucking him deep and slow in the ass with her fingers. It was truly a scene out of Deimos’ fantasies. It seemed too unreal to be true.

“M-Mira,” Deimos gasped out. His mind was swirling and his thighs felt like jelly.

“Yeah?” She said softly, lifting her lips up from his swollen and sensitive nipples.

“P-Please,” he whimpered and widened his legs for her. “P-Please fuck me harder.”

She smiled and kissed him. “You’re going to regret that.”

God fucking damn, no he didn’t.

In a matter of seconds, he was clinging onto the sheets with his back arched up and mouth wide open. He had no control of his body as he moaned out and shook to Mira’s punishing fingers. She fucked him hard. Deimos should have expected it, she craved this. She loved this.

The noises her fingers made as she fucked him hard and deep with lube dripping down his ass was erotic. The pleasure of his prostate being hammered relentlessly by such fingers was euphoric. Mira kissed him hard and deep as she fucked him, humming softly. It stretched him and touched him in ways he’s never felt before and left him grinding against her fingers hungrily.

“G-God.” Deimos’ eyes rolled back and arched his back high. “M-Mira p-please- t-the v-v-vibrator, fucking f-fuck me.”

“Are you sure?” She teased, pushing deeper into Deimos and spreading him wide. He gasped and whined.

“O-Of fucking course I am,” he growled.

Mira smiled and kissed him softly. “Ok,” she murmured. God with one little kiss he was down. “Tell me if it hurts at all.” She was liberal with the amount of lube she squeezed onto the black toy, clear lube dripping down onto Mira’s hands like some sort of porno. Deimos relaxed into the pillow while Mira peppered kisses onto his thigh, trying to ease him even further as she pushed the large toy into him. He groaned a little, feeling the stretch, but overall embracing it as it teased his sweet little spot.

Mira got between his legs as if she was truly fucking him, one hand pushing the toy deep inside of him and the other on his hip while she stared at his face intently. He wondered what he looked like to her. A boy in a babydoll dripping with desire. A boy in thigh highs eagerly taking in a thick vibrator. A boy that wanted a woman to fuck him deeply.

Deimos couldn’t stifle his moans anymore as Mira resumed her rough, punishing pace, the vibrations gradually increasing. She had this infatuated grin the whole time she fucked him, her other hand slipping under his left leg to bring it up over her shoulder. Her lips sucked and nibbled on the sheer thigh highs, her saliva hot as she slid her tongue up and down his thighs. Deimos gasped, legs shaking. Holy shit she loved thigh highs that way. Her eyebrows furrowed and stared hard at him, her lips and tongue still teasing his inner thighs. It was erotic watching her bite and pull at the fabric, her saliva staining his lingerie and skin.

“I love lingerie on you,” she whispered as she kissed up behind his knees and to his calves. He flinched, surprised he was sensitive there. It made heat pool to his gut and made his erection even more painfully pleasurable. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Deimos gasped and smiled at her, throwing his other leg over her shoulder. She smiled and leaned forward, the male feeling his leg muscles stretch as her face came close to kissing yet so painfully far away. She breathed and he felt it wash over his face. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to cum to just the sight of her.

“I-I just love you,” he stuttered out after realizing Mira was awaiting an answer. She smiled and dipped her head down to his chest to kiss and bite. She took her sweet time deliberately licking the soft lingerie and his skin, his cock throbbing particularly hard when she licked at his nipples. However, he wasn’t ready when she finished teasing his navel to kiss and lick at his cock that was covered by his long babydoll. The sensation was euphoric, feeling the sheen material and Mira’s hot tongue against him. His thighs immediately closed around her head and his hips jutted into Mira’s lips. She looked up, wide brown eyes curious and cautious.

“S-Sorry,” he whimpered out. “S-Sensitive.”

“You want me to continue?” She asked. Deimos paused and through his clouded mind realized that the girl of his dreams was between his legs going down on him It seemed…insane. He opened his legs and let them fall upon her shoulders again.

“P-Please,” he gasped. His cock bobbed and twitched when Mira kissed his red tip and licked down his shaft, all covered with his babydoll. It was like he was shielded, but at the same naked to all the heat she exuded. It was erotic. It was something he never thought would be so excruciatingly sexy. His twitching cock, covered in soft pink translucent material, soft yet rough, like organdy, dripping wet with Mira’s punishing lips and tongue. And throughout all of this was the increasingly painful ache of a vibrator turning his insides to mush. He was being stimulated in the front and the back, the pleasure doubling and overwhelming his senses. If Mira set the pace just a little bit faster, he’d fucking lose it.

The toy bruised his prostate as Mira fucked him particularly hard and left Deimos screaming out. He gasped and threw his head back, Mira immediately taking advantage of that to bite and suck hard red marks on his neck. His legs burned to the sudden position change and an odd noise of disappointment came out as he felt the lack of heat at his groin. He whined and gyrated to the vibrator, further teasing his prostate.

“P-Put it up all the way,” he whimpered. He was getting addicted to this feeling.

This time, Mira didn’t ask if he was sure and immediately vamped up the settings tenfold. What used to be this dull throbbing sensation became almost unbearable as the toy vibrated hard on his sweet spot, his whole body reacting violently to the sensation. Mira was eager and pinned him hard on the bed, loving how fucking wrecked he was. Just to drive him insane, she rubbed his cock covered with his babydoll, her hand hot against him. He moaned out and shook violently as he was fucked harder and harder by the vibrating toy, gasping in utter delight and agony as he was inching closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.

Deimos was fucking livid when she suddenly stopped and pulled out. He groaned in pain and latched onto Mira’s arm hard.

“Fuck me,” he growled. Mira smiled.

“Get on your knees,” she hissed with a cynical smile. Deimos mind swirled and he eagerly rolled over and hoisted his ass up to her as if he was a treat. For Mira, he would gladly let her treat him like one. He just wanted her, he just wanted this pleasure he’s hungered for years.

Instead of the vibrator teasing his hole again, Mira’s hot tongue licked up his balls, taint to his hole. Deimos immediately gasped to her, surprised by such a daring move. He twisted to look over at her and met her hungry stare back. It was a stare he thought he’d only see when she was painting or drawing. It was a stare that held so much weight and emotion behind it. Her eyes were a storm. They were dark and hot and devious. In that moment, Deimos fucking knew Mira absolutely desired him. It was different from loving him.

She wanted to fucking devour him.