My OCs Topping HP Characters

Mattheo and Cassie had a long standing history of, well, lots of things. They were both guilty of crimes against the others, and they both apologized when the time came. Because at the end of the day, there wasn't a soul on the planet who could challenge either one the way the other could.

Which led to the current situation at hand.

"You expressed interest in it, Mattheo," Cassie said with a roll her eyes. "I'm merely helping you explore it."

"You just want the power trip," Mattheo shot back, and Cassie couldn't help the smile on her lips that confirmed it. "I'm on top, that's just how it is."

Cassie laughed, and she pushed Mattheo back onto his bed. "Is it?" she asked, climbing on top of him. "Because if memory serves me correctly, it's not just how it is. You and I both know the other's limits, and we know when to stop. You've trusted me with worse."

Mattheo eyed the items to the side of his head. They were ropes, meant to detain him while Cassie, or any other partner, had their way with him. He loved the control, the power rush, but sometimes he wanted a struggle. Cassie was good for that- beyond good- but he wanted higher stakes. He just wanted to try it. Just once in his life, to say he lived.

"Fine." Cassie smiled, a smile that was a thousand watts bright. "Don't go overboard."

She leaned down, and their lips met in something far softer than they'd ever admit for the other. Slow, sensual, and Cassie kissed him in all the ways he liked. When she drew back, he was breathless. "Do I ever go overboard?" she asked rhetorically.

So that was how it got to the point it was at. With Mattheo tied to the bed, his hands above his head, a blindfold over his eyes, and completely naked. Cassie did all of the checks for his physical and emotional well being periodically, going between everything multiple times until she was sure, completely positive, that he was fine and more than okay with what was happening.

He couldn't see her. But that only made it all better. She sat on top of him, still wearing that blasted skirt with her underwear on. Everything on, by what he could tell, as her lips slowly claimed his. Nothing was rushed or sudden. She kept her heat pressed against him, her hands trailing his arms and chest, and her mouth over his. Mattheo groaned, his body feeling too much and not enough all at once.

One her hands slowly trailed up his chest and around his neck. Mattheo gasped, and she took the opportunity to pressed her tongue into his mouth. Gently, taking her time, as if she had more than enough of it. Her hand squeezed for a short period of time before releasing, and Mattheo couldn't help the buck of his hips when she did.

"Fuck, Cass," he groaned into her mouth.

"Getting there," she teased, and her mouth moved to the side of his lips, then down to his jaw. She nipped playfully at his earlobe, and he couldn't help the laugh that bubbled in his chest. It quickly turned into another moan when she squeezed his throat again. Her hand moved over a bit to lay kisses down his neck, and he sighed pleasantly when Cass began to suck hickies here and there. Soft bruises that he would smile at when he saw them later.

Her body weight shifted to the side, and he heard a rustle of fabric. Her shirt had to be gone, because he still felt her skirt. Fuck how he wanted to grab her breasts and make her keen when he had his mouth on her nipples. She always made such pretty noises.

Mattheo focused on her hand as one ran down his chest, going lower to his abdomen, and past that to his thighs. His cock jumped when she neared it, and her other hand wrapped around his throat again. "Let me hear you," she commanded in his ear, breath hot. Her hand wrapped around him, and Mattheo moaned, loud. "That's what I wanna hear. Keep going, baby."

Baby. It almost made him think there was more to their relationship than sex sometimes. He hated that name.

But he was willing to let it slide as she stroked length, squeezing around the head. "Ohhh," he groaned, pushing his hips up into that lowly soft feeling. Her other hand squeezed, and he moaned again. She didn't go too fast, or too slow, just maintaining a perfect pace that he liked. Until it wasn't enough. "Faster, Cass."

"Faster?" She did just that, and the sounds that left him were downright embarrassing. A thought for later. "You sound so pretty, Matty. So fucking pretty with my hand around your throat and your cock."

"Fuck," he whispered, so close to that high. "Harder, Cass. Please, Cassie, plea-"

Her hand left him. Mattheo groaned at the loss, and he moaned when the grip on his neck tightened and held. A solid five seconds, and then she let go. Mattheo gulped in air, and he could feel just how powerful she felt.

She moved again, stepping off the bed for a moment before rejoining him. He smelled her before she said a word. "C'mon, Matty. Eat it."

He couldn't use his hands, much as he wanted to. It was something Mattheo could do all day, eat someone out. Make them cum over and over again. He had devoted a day to just that with Cassie once, and the way her hair stuck to her face as she climaxed time and time again was something he would never again forget. All he had to work with now, however, was his tongue. And that would be more than enough.

He licked a broad strip up the length of her slit. His tongue slipped past the fold and onto her, swirling her clit into his mouth. She moaned, a sound so fucking beautiful, and rocked her hips against his tongue. Drool pooled in his mouth as he ate, alternating between her clit and lapping at her hole, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He kept going, kept eating, until Mattheo was told by Cassie to stop or she came, whichever came second.

Her climax was just about to hit her when she gasped. "Wait." He kept moving, and only stopped when she removed herself, panting heavily. Her body draped over his again, wearing that fucking skirt, and now her slit ran along his length. "Good job, Matty. Good job."

"Always for you, Cassie," he replied, just as breathless. She licked around his mouth and kissed him, and Mattheo groaned as the taste of her entered him once again. When she pulled back, grabbing his dick, he wanted something terribly enough to ask for it. "Cass, untie me. Untie me, please."

At the sound of his urgency, she stopped what she was doing and undid the ropes at his arms. When her hands reached for the blindfold, he pushed them away. "No, no. Keep this. I just want to feel you."

Cassie laughed. "Alright, alright. Now back to it?"

"Back to it."

Cassie grasped him again, and Mattheo felt the tip of himself inside of her before she all but slammed herself down. His back arched, and he gripped her waist tightly as he groaned. "Fuck, Cass! Feel so good, baby. So fucking good," he praised, his hands roaming around her front. "Ride me, baby, c'mon."

Her body moved, and she fucked herself on him. Mattheo kept as still as he could, whispering praises between his moans and groans. Without sight, the sensation of her pussy around him was better than ever before. Tighter, wetter, utterly delightful. And the sounds of her was heavenly, moaning breathily and whimpering when she brushed past the right spots.

"So good, Mattheo," she moaned, leaning over him for a kiss. Her hips didn't stop bouncing. "So fucking big, Matty, hit all the right spots."

His hands reached for her breasts, and he groped them, leaning up to put them in his mouth. Cassie moaned, going faster, her breath hitching. His lips traveled up to her collarbone, placing deep, dark hickies he knew wouldn't go away for days.

"Gonna cum," he murmured into her skin. "Gonna- fuck, Cassie. Cassie, Cassie, Cass-"

She slipped off of him, stepping away entirely, and Mattheo fell back with a disappointed groan. "Cassie, what the he- oooooohhhh."

Her mouth was on him now. Mattheo felt her head go down, once, twice, thrice, and his hands dove into her hair as he spilled into her mouth with groans. She swallowed up a bit of it and spat the rest into a napkin before returning to him.

"Now to take this- mmnn. What are you doing?"

His fingers were in her pussy now. "Your turn," he grunted, pressing his thumb against her clit. Cassie leaned over him, pushing pack against his fingers. "That's it. Had your power trip, now here's your reward. So fucking wet, baby. Tell me how close you are."

"C-close." A breathy whisper, just at his ear. Mattheo reached out and laid kisses on her neck and shoulder, pressing down into her with his fingers. "Matty," she whimpered in warning.

Then her body was spasming around his fingers. Her breathy pants turned into moans, all that he could and would ever want to hear for the rest of his life.

She fell limp against him, and Mattheo used his other hand to remove the blindfold. She was still wearing that fucking skirt, but he didn't mind too much as he sucked his fingers into his mouth, wiping them clean of her.

Mattheo wrapped his arm around her, bringing her up so he could feel her breath against his neck. He was bone tired, and he knew she was too. "Cassie," he whispered against her forehead, "that was amazing."

She chuckled. "Oh, we're doing it again."

He smiled at her and pressed his lips to her forehead. "Get some sleep, Cassie."

"You too, baby."