KINKTOBER 01
synopsis: OVERSTIMULATION 😛😛👅
a/n: weote this the second the clock hit 12 so it’s lazily written and not proof read. slightly mean and ooc but do we care? no
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“I can’t” you cried. After archons knows how many rounds you were staring to feel like you could take it anymore, however kinich knew you and you haven’t heard your safe word, you could still take it.
he leaned down and kissed your forehead, holding your face in one hand
"You can, you're just not trying hard enough. You won't complain, you won't tell me no…you'll do whatever I say, right?"
he said softly, almost gently, yet the tone was still authoritative. he knew you didn't have a choice, but he wanted to hear you say it. he wanted to hear you submit to him like he was expecting you to.
you slightly nodded, you could take one more round right? right..?
he smirked down at you
"You really thought I was done with you?“
his voice was deep and commanding as he pushed inside, earning a loud whine from you
he chuckled as your whimpers and moans again, feeling your body tense up under him. he was completely addicted…all he could think and focus on was you…how you felt, how you tasted, how you sounded…everything about you was perfect.
"You take me so well…so- good.."
at this point you were so fucked out you could barely think straight, he let out a dark chuckle, his fingers brushing against your cheek to wipe away the drool. he leaned down and kissed you harshly, almost painfully. his nails dug into your thighs.
"You're such a pathetic mess for me right now…”
your eyes rolled back in your head, pleasure mixing with pain as he kept thrusting in you. he groaned, feeling you tighten around him. his thrusts became erratic and messy, his hands gripping onto you for dear life.
"That's it..cum for me."
his voice was barely above a whisper as he lost himself completely in the pleasure of taking you apart piece by piece.
you whimper. “Too much..s-stop-“ yet you still didn’t use your safe word, deep down you still wanted more.
he chuckled darkly. His hand moved down to your clit again, rubbing it quickly, earning a cry from you
"You don’t get to tell me when to stop, I still haven’t come yet..”
his other hand grabbed your jaw tightly.
"I make the decisions here."
you let a pornagraphic moan and he smirked, his fingers rubbing your clit faster and rougher. hus other hand squeezed around your jaw a little harder.
"You'll take what I give you..and you’ll fucking like it."
his words were cruel, but the way he looked at you was filled with adoration…like he couldn't get enough of how wrecked and ruined you were for him. you came for the eleventeenth time that night, he stared at your body covered in bite marks and hickeys.
“Think you can handle one more?”
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