“No, no, come back!” He groaned as he pulled you back into his lap.
You laugh at how ridiculously needy he’s been since he started with the wine, “I’m just going to get another drink. I’ll be right back”
“Make someone else go,” he said, placing a kiss to your shoulder.
You turn in his arms to get a better look at your needy boy. Usually, you wouldn’t be so obviously together in these settings but you and Duncan had cultivated a tight group of friends who knew better than to say anything. It was a safe space to be young and free and in love. You both had to admit, it was nice not to always be holed up in your houses.
When you moved to put your arm around his shoulders, he took the opportunity to lean his head against your chest as his arms pulled you in closer.
“Why are you like this?” You joke as you card your fingers through his hair.
He sighs in contentment, soberingly honest in his response, “You’re so warm and soft. I want you near me always.”
He had to be delicate about how he went about telling her. He knew she had all these thoughts in her head but she wasn’t one to share them to just anyone and not so quickly either. When she opened up to him, he felt like he was in on a secret
You call Duncan your ‘little donut’ as a reminder of accidentally spilling your Dunkin coffee on him and calling him the donut when you met, he thinks it’s adorable and loves it because it’s an inside joke no one else knows (and likes when you bring him donuts and cheap coffee which he oddly enjoys)
Bonus:
Everyone else around him is too hoity toity to have ever heard of Dunkin coffee and keeps wondering why the fuck you call him donut. Is it sexual? Do either of you have some kind of donut fetish?
anonymous asked for some dirty duncan headcanons and i delivered, enjoy!
Duncan is incredibly domaniate. He loves being in control. Ordering you around in the bedroom: “take your clothes off”, “get on yours knees”, “open your mouth for me, baby” he loves it, he loves even more that you listen, your eyes filled with desire and want, happy to please, happy to obey.
But that doesn’t mean he’s not giving to you. No he loves giving you what you want. He may make you beg for it a little, his lips and tongue teasing you until you’re begging him to give you what you need.
He loves begging, like a lot.
He likes to believe he has quiet the talent for oral. And he will let you know how good he thinks he is. But he would much rather show you.
He loves having you spread out on the bed for him, his face between your legs, your hands gripping his hair as his mouth sucks, licks, and kisses at your cunt. And he doesn’t stop until you’re coming on his tongue, even then he sometimes doesn’t stop until you’re squirming and begging him to.
And he will take you anywhere. At a fancy restaurant? He won’t hesitate to take you into one of the bathroom stalls and fuck you. Always making sure to hit all your spots to tempt you to moan loudly, wanting everyone in the restaurant to hear you. “Let them hear how good I fuck you, baby.”
He’s a big dirty talker. He loves the reactions he gets from you when he praises you for how well you’re taking his cock, and when you tell him to go faster, harder, he asks you to beg for it “tell me, show me, how bad you want me to fuck you harder, show me how much of a slut you are for my cock.”
Some days he doesn’t want to have sex, but to just get you off. He loves getting you off, maybe even more than he loves getting himself off.
He loves when you ride his face, your hands in his hair as you grind down on his tongue, his hands gripping your hips.
He just really loves giving oral.
He’s really into having sex in taboo places. His uncles desk? Hell yeah. Fucking you in the next room while you guys are attending a party? He loves it.
When it comes to you giving him oral, he loves watching. Loves the way you look on your knees before him. Loves the way your eyes look brimming with tears from taking all of him.
He loves encouraging you as you suck him off, “god, your mouth feels amazing baby”, “you’re taking it so well, such a good girl”.
He likes being rough with you, but not too rough. He knows your limits.
He loves gripping his hands around your wrists and putting them above your head ordering you to not move them, his lips and tongue teasing your skin as he makes his way down to your cunt.
He’s not opposed to using rope, or handcuffs, he loves watching you beg to touch him.
But he loves it most when you’re digging your nails into his back, or pulling his hair.
He may have a slight hair pulling kink. Each time your fingers pull on his locks loud moans always falling from his lips.
He loves when you wear short dresses or skirts. He loves when other guys look at you, wishing they could have you. It gives him a satisfying smirk because he knows they could never stand a chance against him. He has you in every way. You’re his. To kiss, to touch, to fuck, to love.
He also really loves when you wear short dresses so he can run his fingers up your inner thigh under the table, or in the car, or anywhere in public. His fingers not stopping until they’ve reached your undies, his index finger massaging you through them, before he moves past them. Smirking as he watches you try not to lose it.
He likes being called daddy, at times. But he loves when you call him sir even more.
And just because he loves being in control, and loves being rough, doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to be soft.
Sure it’s a rarity when he’s slow and soft. But when he is it’s even more amazing than when he’s not. His hands and tongue worship your body, making sure his mouth has touched every part of your skin. On nights like this you two always do it in missionary. He loves watching your mouth hang open when you moan. The way your legs wrap around his waist allowing him to go deeper. His face always finds the crook of your neck, his deep moans, praises, and I love you’s vibrating against your skin.
Even though he’s big on being in control, he does really love when you take the reigns. He loves when you’re the one who initiates sex, pulling him into some bathroom, or pushing him down on the bed.
He loves when you ride him. He lets you take full control. His hands gripping your hips or finding their way to your breasts. He loves watching your cunt bounce on his dick, his hands sometimes finding its way in your hair, gripping it and pulling your face down to his in a rough, deep kiss.
😭😭😭😭 ugh his head in your lap, stroking his hair as he lets out every thought that comes into his mind. He questions every part of his childhood, who he is now.
“But can I ask you something?” You wait a beat and continue when he’s silent, “Did she always love you? Did she always protect you?”
“Yes,” he said as you massaged his scalp.
“Maybe she went about this the wrong way but I think you know she’s still your mom,” He stayed quiet and the only response you got was the feeling of him slightly nodding against you thigh as he agreed, “Don’t shut her out,”
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