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CW: cock warming, squirting, PiV sex, Ronin has bottom surgery here, orgasm denial, clit pinching, mildly dubious consent, d/s dynamics, mild humiliation,

Pronouns and genital terms used:

Ronin- he/him, cock, cunt, entrance

Reader- they/them, clit, pussy, cunt, entrance

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'What'cha workin' on?' Ronin calls out to you from where he's leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom, like he doesn't already know what you're working on- it's the same thing you were working on last night when you called him over thinking you couldn't focus because you missed him so much. Twenty four hours, a couple rounds of sex, and an entire night spent giggling and cuddling later and you still can't focus. You're beginning to think that missing Ronin wasn't the issue and that maybe you're just bad at this- that your first book being written so quickly was a fluke and you're never going to get this edited and sent to your publisher.

You sigh and push your laptop away from you, flopping back onto the bed with a pout, 'same thing as yesterday, same thing as this morning: it's supposed to be the first draft of my next book but I can't focus, I keep getting distracted by stuff.'

'Want me to help?' Ronin meanders slowly into the room, a wolfish look on his face as he appraises you where you're lying on the bed.

You ignore his suggestive look in favour of continuing to complain, 'how could you help? It's not like you can write it for me.'

You're whining but the new draft of your book is due in three days. You just can't seem to pay attention for long enough to finish editing this chapter and you need to finish it today or your whole schedule will be thrown off and then you'll be late.

'Could sit with ya', help keep ya' focused. Tell you off when you get distracted, dicipline you if needed,' Ronin crawls onto the bed, shuffling up beside you and settling in against your back, sliding his arms around your stomach and nuzzling his nose into your neck. If you didn't know any better you'd think he was being sweet.

You snort and push his face back away from you a little, 'I know what's on your mind and it's not keeping me on track. Go jack off if you need to, you horndog.'

'What, you don't want my help?' Ronin's voice is pitched low, playfully offended but it still comes off more seductive than not. It certainly doesn't help his case that he can't seem to stop kissing your neck while he says this.

'Not when your "help" is only going to further distract me. I gotta get this done, I'm trying to focus, Ronin, c'mon, stop.' You swat at him again, pressing your sweaty fingers against his cheek and pushing, trying to get him to leave your neck alone. He knows what it does to you and you'd bet anything that he's purposely trying to weaponise it against you, the bastard.

'I'll be whatever you need, baby. Don't you trust me? Lemme help, yeah? I'll keep you on track, I promise. What've you got to get done?' Ronin stops nuzzling you, letting go of your waist and showing you his hands, shuffling back to sit against the headboard of your bed a couple of feet behind you just to show how much he means it.

'I just need to finish editing this chapter and then I'm done for the day and we can fuck like bunnies all you want,' you tell him distractedly, gaze laser focused on your laptop screen as you close out a very interesting but completely unrelated tab concerning what type of bread you would be- how you got there from a news article on what a steady rate of violent crime does to a city, you have no idea.

'So crass, don't'cha know you're supposed to buy a guy flowers first?'

You roll your eyes and ignore Ronin's comment, clicking on your writing tab and scrolling back up your draft to try find where you left off. You spend a couple minutes editing while Ronin sits behind you, just watching you work. At some point he crawls forwards to lie next to you with his head resting on your thigh. You reach down and pet his hair distractedly, attention focused on a particularly tricky paragraph that was giving you issues when you wrote it and is now sitting there mocking you because you can't figure out how on Earth to fix it.

'This one about me too?' Ronin asks, words coming out muffled from where his face is pressing into your leg.

'My last book was not about you-'

Ronin snorts, 'you just happened to write a crime thriller with a morally grey protagonist that cleaned out uptown's scum through an extravagent murder spree with my exact personality?'

'Yes. Though I wouldn't categorise you as "morally grey",' you say sniffly.

'So it was about me.'

'No, I just said I wouldn't categorise you as morally grey.'

Neither would I, darlin', but the public seems to disagree. D'you hear that some of them are painting me as a kind of guardian angel? I oughtta start only killing morally upstandin' folk just to make a point. You'd think they'd get it by now, with the whole Devil's Butcher moniker and all; I'm not a messenger of God, I am the rot that seeps his unholy creation.

You ignore Ronin's grandstanding in favour of pulling up the search engine and typing in 'disturbing synonyms -ai' in hopes that changing the wording will make the paragraph flow better. You click through several words in an online thesaurus before seeing the word 'discomposing' pop up, so of course you follow the link to find out the definition because you're a writer- learning new words is always good and somehow you wind up fourteen wikipedia pages deep on an article about "morphological gaps".

You hear Ronin snicker from where his face is pressed against your leg and you look down to see him barely holding in a laugh, lips curling into his mouth and eyebrows raised in amusement.

'What?' You snap, annoyed at being interrupted again.

'Was jokin' before but it seems to me like you really do need my help in keepin' you focused. What do…' he pauses as he squints at the screen, ''deverbal nouns' have to do with your newest murder-mystery?'

You balk, wanting to fire back but no words sit on your tongue because 'deverbal nouns' have nothing to do with your book, or at least very little; unfortunately understanding the concept doesn't actually help with you write the damn thing. It doesn't help your case that the only reason you stopped on this page is that it has no more interesting clickable links: it's undeniable, you've gotten distracted again.

'Let me help, darlin. I'm sure I can think of some way to keep you incentivised,' Ronin kneads at you. His face is the picture of innocence but his eyes promise far more trouble than it's worth.

You roll your eyes at him, fully intending to ignore him and go back to working on your book when you feel him shifting on the bed besides you. You make the fatal mistake of assuming he's finally gotten bored and is leaving to find something more entertaining as Ronin sits up but instead he just moves behind you before his arms are wrapping around your waist and pulling you squarely into his lap.

'Ronin!' You shout, alarmed, grappling with your laptop as it slides off your lap, squirming as he settles you down on his legs and gets comfortable, arms wrapping loosely around your waist, hands settled lightly on your stomach.

'Now I can see what you're doing, all the better to keep an eye on you with,' he says, sounding so satisfied with himself that you're sure there's got to be more to it.

You don't know what his game is yet but you're certain that it's not 'keeping you on track' like he says. …But you are comfortable …and it is reassuring to have him wrapped around you like a blanket so instead of fighting with him you sigh, pull your laptop into your lap from where it's lying a few feet away on the bed, and settle back against him comfortably.

It takes all of five minutes for Ronin's intentions to become clear: his hands start wandering around your waist, sliding under your shirt and smoothing over the soft skin on your tummy, rubbing back and forth with one of them slipping lower and lower with each pass until he's got one hand tucked against your ribcage, holding you tightly against him, and the other slipped into your pyjama bottoms and cupping your cunt comfortably.

'Ronin,' you say, warning clear in your voice, but despite yourself- or maybe to spite yourself- your traitorous pussy starts to wet under his hand, like he's pavlov'd you into getting turned on simply because he's touching you.

'Jus' ignore me darlin', focus on your work. 'M just getting comfortable.'

'Comfortable does not include your hand on my pussy,' you tell him.

'Mmm, does to me. Love this part of you, it's so soft, so squishy. My favourite fidget toy.'

'I am not a toy,' you protest.

'News to me. Fun to play with though.'

You roll your eyes but seeing as Ronin's not showing any indication of moving his hand any time soon you decide to ignore it and let him find his amusement in holding you like this. At least this way his hands are fixed in one place instead of actively distracting you by wandering all over your body.

Ronin hums, choosing to steal your focus in a different way, brushing his mouth along your exposed shoulder- you're wearing one of his shirts, having picked it up off the floor and thrown it on without looking when you got out of the shower this morning. It's too big on him, so the collar is loose on you and he is very much taking advantage of that, pressing wet kisses on the exposed skin there and it is distracting. Distracting enough that you can feel your heart beat flutter through your cunt in response.

'Ronin, what are you-' You reach up over your shoulder to put your hand on his face, meaning to turn around and put a stop to his shenanigans but he catches your wrist with the hand that isn't currently on your pussy and puts your fingers back on the keyboard.

'Eyes on the prize, baby. Gotta get your draft done so we can fuck like bunnies when you're finished like you said.'

The audacity. You can't believe he's telling you to work while he's insisting on touching you like this but you roll your eyes and go back to trying to wrangle the paragraph you're editing into submission. …Which, of course, is when the hand in your pants starts petting you, light touches brushing over your clit, smooth and slow in loose, teasing, barely there circles. Your clit twitches to life under the attention like a dog that hasn't seen its owner in months, nevermind the fact you and Ronin had sex just this morning.

'I swear to God, Ronin, stop touching my clit, I'm trying to work,' you halfheartedly grumble at him.

Ronin hums thoughtfully behind you, fingers sliding lower and pressing against your hole, slowly rubbing over where you're still loose from him fucking you earlier. You shift, squirming slightly as you try focus on the words on the page in front of you but it's difficult as your pussy clenches at the feeling of him rubbing your entrance, trying to suck his fingers inside even as you protest, even as your clit twitches repeatedly against Ronin's palm, silently begging for him to return to playing with it even though you just told him not to.

You sigh heavily, going to push your laptop away from you so that you can pay attention to your boyfriend because now you're turned on and you're not going to get any work done like this anyway.

'Ah-ah-ah, work baby. You've got to get this chapter finished or your whole schedule will be thrown off and your publisher is going to be on your ass.' Ronin mocks you, using nearly the exact words you said to him when you told him you couldn't fuck because you had work to do.

You twist round to face him, looking over your shoulder, 'Ronin, you cannot expect me to work like this, I can barely focus with you-'

'I said work.' His hand pauses where it's petting the entrance to your cunt and his tone leaves no room for arguement. Ronin's using the voice normally reserved for bedroom activities where you've asked him to take control and make you feel small and his eyes are drawn up and dark, no lightness or amusement playing in them so you swallow and turn back to your keyboard without another word of protest.

Immediately his hand goes back to petting you, spreading your wetness up through your folds and over your clit before he secures it between two fingers lightly, rubbing them back and forth in a way that makes your hips squirm and your breath hitch at the sensation. You have no idea how you're going to work like this.

Work. Work. Right. Okay. You can do this, you can focus. You give yourself a mini pep talk and ignore the arousal pooling in your gut in favour of highlighting the paragraph you're working on a bright yellow then hitting the 'enter' bar a couple of times below it; if you can't improve this paragraph then you're just going to have to rewrite it completely.

You start rereading the paragraph to get the gist of what it says while trying and failing to ignore Ronin touching you. You can't stop squirming in his arms, hips rolling gently in time with each press of his fingers even as you try to ignore it and stay still. You start and stop typing several times while trying to focus beyond the sensation of him touching your clit. Each time your fingers pause on the keyboard Ronin pauses his movements too, fingers going lax on your clit so that you have a chance to breath, collect yourself, and start typing again.

It's …difficult to type with Ronin touching you: your fingers are trembling on the keyboard, moving sluggishly, tingling and slow to respond; your breath is starting to come fast and heavy, chest heaving as you pant; and you keep mis-typing, having to erase almost as much as you write- both because your fingers aren't cooperating and because your eyes keep trying to slide shut. When Ronin presses his lips to the side of your temple, you break, whining out low and pleading, 'Ronin, I can't work if you keep touching me.'

'Aw, poor baby, my finger's too hot for your blood?'

You nod, looking back at him, putting on your best 'pity me' face, pushing your laptop away from you and preparing to turn around and situate yourself in his lap properly but Ronin steadies you with a hand on your hip.

'I know what you need, don't you worry darlin',' his fingers slide down your cunt, pressing two of them against your hole, rubbing over it before sliding them in in one smooth motion. You gasp at the sudden fullness, hips twitching, humping forwards into his grp as you try to get more of the feeling.

Ronin presses his lips to your temple again while dragging his fingers lazily in and out of your pussy as he murmurs, 'your cunt's been talkin' to me, listen to it, 's beggin' f'me to fill it. You want that baby? You want my cock?' His breath is hot on your face and you turn into it, making his lips slide wetly over your forehead.

'Yes, let's- c'mon, we can-' you try turn your body towards him again and you feel as much as hear him laugh quietly, breath puffing out against your face as he stops you, again.

'Patience, baby. Gotta get myself ready first, gimme a sec.' He pulls his fingers out of your pussy and you have to stop yourself from whining in disappointment as you clench down on nothing.

Ronin hums thoughtfully, patting the side of your ass gently in encouragement for you to get up. You slip off his lap and wriggle forwards, sliding your pyjama bottoms down your legs and off. You can feel Ronin shift behind you as he shimmies his jeans down over his hips. You roll over onto your knees to face him and the sight that greets you is so hot that something in your tummy pulls tight in anticipation as your clit twiches, hard and heavy with need and demanding attention.

Ronin's leaning back against the headboard, one hand on his cock pulling languidly as the other cups his balls, rolling them in his hand and squeezing as he watches you with heavily lidded eyes.

'You want a hand there handsome?' You quip teasingly, a warm feeling bubbling in your chest that he's finally comfortable enough to let you watch as he plays with the pump that allows him to inflate his cock so he can fuck you.

Ronin winks, hand squeezing his balls as his cock reaches full hardness, 'nah, just about got it covered. Turn around and come here,' he pats his lap, grinning at you lazily.

'Reverse cow-…person?' You were going for coy but end up sounding more confused as the name of the sex position sounds rather odd with the gender removed. You giggle at the ridiculousness of it all as Ronin rolls his eyes before beckoning you forwards with a finger and a lazy grin.

You crawl towards him, sliding up between his legs and settling there before running your hands over his shoulders. Ronin puts his hands on your hips and encourages you to turn with a, 'course, baby.' His hands slide on your hips as you turn around before he grabs the meat of your ass with an appreciative hiss.

You roll your hips back towards him and hear him bite out, 'what you do to me darlin'. Should be illegal,' before he's smacking your ass with an open palm. The sharp sting radiates out from where his hand landed, leaving a numb-ish tingling sensation behind that sends a shiver down your spine.

Ronin pulls your hips back towards him with one hand, guiding you down to sit on him. You breath out a moan as you feel his cock sliding between your pussy lips, pressing up against your hole, stretching your entrace as his cock slides in while you sink down on him. Ronin lets out a groan as he enters you and you can feel him pressing kisses over the shirt covering your back.

You moan low in your throat as you feel his cock fill you, stretching your pussy until you're full, pressing up against all the parts of your that feel good, his cockhead nestling up against your cervix. Your ass bumps his hips and you go to roll them, wanting to feel him grind deep in you but Ronin's hands settle on your hips firmly and hold you there. He presses himself up along your back, pulling you back to lean against him.

'Mmmm, 'Nin, you feel so good,' you breath out.

Ronin lets out a chuckle, breath ghosting over your ear as he gets comfortable. 'Good,' he says, 'maybe now you can focus, with your needy pussy all full and satisfied.

''Nin, what are you talking about?' You ask with confused amusement in your voice. You try to lift off him again, wanting to roll your hips and finally feel the friction of his cock pulling out of you, the fullness of him grinding up into you when you sink back home, but Ronin keeps his hands tightly on your hips, using his strength to hold you in place, completely unmoving, so all you manage is a useless full body jerk and a dissatisfied wiggle in place.

'Your work, baby, you've got so much writing to do. C'mon, you don't wanna to lose focus now, not when you're almost done.'

'What? Ronin, no. We're having sex, c'mon, fuck me.' You try lift off him again to no avail.

'What?' He mocks you, voice full of fake pity as he says, 'baby, baby, where did you get that idea? Did you fuckin' forget already? I'm helping you work, gotta keep you focused. Didn't you say you wanted t' stay on track?'

'Ronin, don't be silly, come on, fuck me,' your voice comes out whiny as you try to convince him but he's resolute, only tutting as you try to roll your hips against him, his grip firm on your waist. His hands leave your hips momentarily and for a split second you think you've won, that you've convinced him to stop this silly game and that he's finally going to fuck you as he shifts behind you.

Instead of that, Ronin leans over to reach something but you don't see what, you're too busy with your eyes fluttering shut because the movement jostles you in his lap. His cock slides within you, a sweet burning friction that presses against a gooey part of your pussy that makes you gasp and squirm where you're pinned open on him- but that's all the friction you get as he stops shifting abruptly when he sets your laptop back in your lap.

''Nin?' You question, feeling his hands settle on your waist. He pull you back slightly so that your back is pressed against his front, then his arms are sliding around your waist, taking your hands in his own and putting them back on the keyboard of your laptop and leaving them there as his arms curl around your waist while he settles in, head resting in the crook of your neck.

'Work, baby. Gotta focus.' Ronin's tone doesn't leave any room for discussion. You gulp, pussy squeezing down on his cock as your clit twitches at the gravelly sound of his voice. You know he doesn't miss the clench of your pussy on his cock as he laughs, breathless and a little mean at the feeling but still he nudges your head with his own, directing you to turn your attention back to your laptop.

You break eye contact with him, swivelling your head back towards your laptop and trying to refocus your attention back on your work but it's exceedingly difficult with how your pussy is rhythmically clenching, sucking at his cock and trying to pull him further within you although your ass is pressed flat to his hips to compensate for the fact his cock unmoving within you.

You blink purposefully, shaking your head to try and clear it, refocusing your vision on the keys in front of you. The paragraph you're editing- or rewriting is more like- glares at you from the page, taunting you with its imperfections but it's nothing compared to the absolute tease that is feeling Ronin's cock twitch inside you and not being able to do anything about it.

It takes a moment- or several- for you to forget the feeling of him sitting hot and heavy inside of you, putting pressure on all the parts of your cunt that feel good but eventually you do manage to focus. You conquer the paragraph, taking several lines from the one you'd already written, rearranging and then slotting them into the new one. As soon as you're done with it, almost like a prize for completely it, Ronin rolls his hips, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy only slightly, a subtle grind that has your breath stuttering, catching on a moan in your throat as you whimper.

You try roll your hips down into the motion, wanting to feel more but instantaneously Ronin's arms tighten around your waist, stopping you with a, 'shows not over darlin', c'mon, focus, baby,' as he taps the edge of the laptop with one hand. His voice is teasing, lilting and you don't understand how he can sound so collected with your ass pressed against his hips and your pussy stuffed full of his cock.

You growl in response, caught somewhere between annoyed and desperate for his touch, clicking through the next paragraph with aggression as you catch typos and replace verbs. To add insult to injury, Ronin's hand snakes down and presses over your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles against the hood of it, fingers only ever catching breifly over the exposed nub of nerves beneath even though you're so wet his hand has to be sticky with it.

Your fingers pause on the keyboard, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation as your pussy clenches hotly on his cock, rippling as the sensation burns through you. Ronin's fingers stop rubbing your clit, catching it between his thumb and forefinger as he pinches. You squeal, the sound bursting free of your throat as you writhe while a odd burst of combined pain and pleasure causes your eyes to dart open, looking around desperately for the cause even thought you already know.

'Ro-ronin,' you gasp wetly as his hand returns to its leisurely petting.

''M jus' keeping you on track, baby. Write.' His voice is coloured with amusement as his fingers circle your clit gently.

You shudder, pussy clenching and hips making aborted attempts to roll down even though there's nowhere to roll, you're fully seated on him, his cock is pressing up against your cervix and stretching you out fully so bearing down doesn't do anything other than grind him within you. Ronin chuckles lightly, lips pressed to your shoulder before his hands tighten his grip on you and stop you from moving entirely. A whine bursts free from your throat that sounds suspiciously close to a sob as the limited friction you were getting is cut off abruptly.

You place your tingling fingers back on the keyboard, trying to rush through the last few paragraphs as fast as you can, editing dialogue tags and the language the main character uses to try make it sound more natural. You hear Ronin stifle a snicker from behind you and you stop, fingers pausing as you snap, 'what?' your irriation at his teasing finally bubbling over into something tangible.

Ronin pinches your clit again, fingers squeezing harder and holding as you jerk uselessly in his grasp, hands coming up to scrabble weakly at his wrist before he finally lets go and an even more confusing burst of painful pleasure rushes into your clit as soon as he stops the constriction. Your hips jerk harshly, cunt clenching down on his cock as you tremble, stomach tightening then relaxing as the pleasure slowly fizzles out without him touching your clit.

You're left panting, chest heaving and thoughts dazed and disconnected as Ronin pets his hands lightly over your hips and makes soft cooing noises that are full of pity. 'Focus, baby. 'S not that hard,' he says lightly, like he didn't just pinch your clit so hard your vision briefly blurred at the edges and simultaneously denied you the orgasm that was so close.

'That's unfair, you laughed. What was so fucking funny?' You whine out, vowels stretched and distressed.

'Nah, 's nothin'. I'll tell you after, deal?' Ronin denies your answer the same way he denied your orgasm and it only riles your emotions up further.

'I hate you,' you pout, in a mood that he's not giving you an answer.

'That's not what your pussy's sayin'~' Ronin singsongs liltingly into your ear.

You shoot him a dirty look over your shoulder, unsure if he can even see it with how close his face is pressed to your neck, before putting your fingers back to the keyboard and muttering with venom in your voice, 'I'm gonna fucking kill you when I'm done, you asshole.'

Ronin shudders behind you, his hips suddenly bumping up, thrusting underneath you, once, twice, three times as he grunts before he manages to still them with a groan. His cock presses up against your cervix, grinding as his hips squirm weakly. You gasp, chest heaving as you try catch your breath, back arching as your hands scrabble against Ronin's legs and the blanket, attempting to ground yourself at the sudden stimulation.

Ronin pants hotly against your neck, showing the first signs that any of this is affecting him as much as it's affecting you. 'You promise, darlin'? Don't dangle Hell in front of a man's face and then snatch it away without any care now.'

''Nin, please, can we just-'

'You're the one who wanted to play this game, darlin'. There's only one way for you to get out of it.'

'…What if I described how I would kill you?' Your voice comes out meek, a little wobbly as you're unsure how the suggestion will go over.

Ronin hisses, breath firing out from between his teeth as he groans, forehead braced on your back as you feel his cock twitch hard within you. Then, without warning he unhinges his jaw and his teeth clamp down on your shoulder, hard. You try to shriek but your voice is caught in your throat, so instead you mouth soundlessly as pain radiates out from your shoulder and your pussy clenches in a confusing tremble.

He catches your clit between his thumb and forefinger yet again and squeezes. You squeal, voice finally leaping free as you wriggle in place to try and run from the sensation but Ronin's got you pinned in place with his arm, his teeth, and his fingers. He doesn't let up either pressure, not until you've got hot tears welling up and streaking down your face as you frantically spit out, 'okay! Okay! I'll work! I'll work!' voice garbled and whiny while your hands smack his legs in a desperate attempt to tap out.

You shudder and moan as the blood rushes back into your clit and your shoulder goes numb with tingly pain as his teeth release it. Your clit pulses so hard you're worried you're going to cum, desperately trying not to despite how much you want because you don't think you'd like whatever punishment Ronin will think up for you if you did, but it just clenches tight, contracting in time with the throbbing of your cunt as you try to slow your breathing and relax.

It works, barely. Your pussy pulses, leaking out slick around Ronin's cock like that will get him to move, but that's all the happens before the pleasure receeds as you whimper and whine.

You're not any less worked up though, whole body tingling, breath coming harsh and fast, clit throbbing insistently as Ronin lowers his hand to pet over it lightly, which is not ideal for finishing your writing.

Each time you get close to tipping over the edge, which is frequently, Ronin stops touching you, tutting and pressing silent kisses to the side of your face, following the wet traces of where your tears have spilt over the edge of your lashline and dribbled down your face with his tongue. You sob in frustration, hips trying to hump but not able to move in his tight grip, clit twitching uselessly without anything to grind against. The only saving grace is that the fullness of Ronin's cock splitting you open gives your pussy something to clench on.

You wipe your face and put your trembling hands back on the keyboard, ignoring how achingly full your cunt is, how insistently wanting your clit is as it twitches every other second even though it's not being touched. You fire through the paragraph as fast as humanly possible while still trying to do a decent job- not because you care about it anymore, no, at this point you hate it, at this point it's your enemy, but because you have a niggling worry at the back of your mind that Ronin might make you redo it if you half ass it and you don't think you can take much more of this.

'Finished!' You shout, practically chucking the laptop off of you and towards the end of the bed as soon as you've saved the document.

Ronin huffs out a laugh against your ear, warm breath puffing over your face as he teasingly drawls, 'not gonna let me check your work, huh?'

You pause, drawing in a trembling breath as you worry that Ronin actually might make you collect your laptop and stay still until he checks your work but before the worry can run too far he laughs again, nuzzling your cheek.

'Don't look so worried, doll. 'S if I could wait another fuckin' second.' Ronin leans back on the bed slowly, arms wrapping tight around your middle to keep you close to him without tipping off to the side as he goes. You have a second to marvel at the raw display of strength he's showing as he slowly lies down before you're laid entirely flat on top of him. You feel unsettled, unsecure in the position but his arms stay so tightly wrapped around you that you couldn't move an inch even if you wanted to, much less slip off accidentally.

Your hips tilt up due to the angle, that fat of your ass putting distance between your hips, drawing Ronin's cock out of you and pulling a whimper from your chest at the loss as your weight rests against his chest. Your disappointment is short lived when he tucks his head forwards to reach your neck, kissing your shoulder softly as his hips start to piston beneath you.

Ronin grunts out his breath, hips laying flat against the bed so that his cock pulls out with only the head left in and then tilting up harshly to push it back in in long, hard thrusts that punch the breath from your chest. Your mind spins, head empty except for how good it feels to be fucked after being denied for so long as the angle of his cock drives against something gooey and hot at the front of your cunt. There's a mild worry niggling at the back of your mind that it kind of feels like you have to pee but you ignore the feeling in favour of chasing the orgasm that's been denied to you too many times to count.

You shove a hand down to your clit, fingers fumbling and skidding wetly over it before you manage to steady your hand enough to draw tight circles over it using the pads of your fingers. Your pussy feels like it's melting around Ronin's cock and each time he thrusts into you little yelps leave the back of your throat unbidden. Your whole body feels loose and tingly, limbs jerking and trembling where they're trailing off of him as Ronin fucks up into you.

Your head lolls to the side on his shoulder, eyes squeezing shut as your vision fuzzes at the edges. Your clit is pulsing every other second and you can feel the beat of Ronin's heart through his cock. Your pussy squeezes in response and his cock twitches every time you clench down on him. Your breathing comes fast and hard as you play with your clit but your fingers are weak with want, you have trouble keeping them on course so you whine breathlessly, desperately, ''Nin, Nin, help me, please I need-'

'Know what'cha need baby. Known all along, c'mere, let me-' Ronin pants out, voice rough and deep. One arm tightens around your waist so hard that his hand is definitely going to leave bruises as the other slips down, down, down, batting your own semi-useless fingers out of the way as he slides his fingers over your wet pussy. He locates your clit quickly and catches it between two fingers, rubbing them together gently.

The tips of his fingers burn where they've caught your clit but it doesn't feel like enough, you moan weakly, breath escaping your mouth in hoarse pants as you try press your hips up into the sensation, wanting it harder or more or something. Ronin proves his words right as his fingers stop their rubbing and clamp down hard on your clit for the fourth time this evening and squeeze.

You squeal, the pain in your clit is sharp and bright but it's everything you need to tip you over the edge into your orgasm. The sound in your throat devolves into a hoarse moan that's more akin to a scream as your clit pulses tightly under his hand, as your cunt clentches down and grips his cock so tightly that Ronin's hips are forced to stop moving, unable to thrust in or out as he swears under his breath, a litany of 'fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuucckkkk,' that you don't hear over the sound of blood rushing loudly in your ears.

You feel Ronin's cock jerk deep within you, pulsing in a heavy rhythm and some distant part of your mind connects the sensation to the fact that Ronin is cumming in you. Pleasure radiates through your body, clenching in your stomach and shooting electricity up your spine, cascading through your cunt and leaving your limbs feeling tingly and weak as your clit convulses in a heavy pattern, throbbing with the rhythm of your release.

At the same time, you feel something hot and wet gush out of your cunt in a short bursts, pushing Ronin's cock out your pussy with the force of it. On it's heels a far slower, far thicker feeling that's entirely foreign to you seeps out of what can only be your urethra in a hot, slow throb that leaves you sobbing, scrabbling at Ronin's arms for something to ground yourself amidst the pleasure.

The feeling drops, dipping slowly into a fading smattering of clenches that get further and further apart as your limbs stop shaking and your breath comes laden heavy and fast in attempts to catch itself. The only thought rattling around your mind as it clears is: …did I just ejaculate? What the fuck was that? As you fixate on the feeling of something hot leaking out of you during the end of your orgasm.

Ronin's voice cuts smoothly through your reeling thoughts as he attempts to dryly say, 'feel good, darlin'?' but it comes out rather breathless, syllables extended and slurred slightly with how relaxed he is. His arms are limp, loosely curled around you rather than holding you to him now so you roll off, flopping to the side rather uselessly as all your limbs feel like jelly.

You nod in response to his question, rolling over in place and then wiggling into his outstretched arms, ignoring how sticky, hot, sweaty you both are in favour of being close to him. After lying there for a moment, positively floating from the endorphines, Ronin's laughter from earlier floats to your mind and you think to ask, 'what was so funny, earlier?'

Ronin snorts, tracing his fingers up the back of your arm as he says, 'nothin' much, Jus' I think our activities may have bled into your writing a little. You're gonna have to rewrite that whole crime scene investigation again, dialogue's a little… horny for a murder scene. Not that I'm complaining but your audience might not find killing and death as sexy as you wrote it.' Ronin giggles, high pitched and incredibly amused at your predicament

'…Fuckkkkk, my publisher is gonna kill me. Y'know what? Fuck it. I'll do it later, I can be a day late. I'm fucking wiped. You wanna get takeout for dinner?'

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