Warnings: nsfw, mdni, porn/no plot, sub!Dazai, dom!reader, established relationship, bondage, swearing, pet names, edging, orgasm denial/ruined, vibrator, oral (m!recieving), hand job, begging, nipple play, slight choking, dazai cries, humiliation, mean reader, sorry if I'm forgetting anything.
Word count: 10,099
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"Mmhf!"
"Aw, what was that? Come again, my love."
He whimpered louder when your delicately manicured nails pinched his nipple, twisting them to the point where he couldn't figure out pleasure from pain. The hitachi was pressed against his clothed crotch, not moving once in that agonizingly slow setting that was enough to have him squirming, but never pushing over the edge.
He laid there helplessly. Hands tied behind his back, the rope was attached to the one that wrapped around his thighs, leaving him spread open for you and your mean hands with no form of escape. The first couple of buttons of his shirt were open, exposing smooth milky skin and pink nipples that were slowly turning red and swollen because you just refused to let up, enjoying how much he shuddered even with the gentlest caress.
"You wanted this, didn't you?" You moved the vibrator to the clothed tip, and his legs jerked, a muffled cry bouncing off the walls.
He's lost track of time now. Minutes or hours, he doesn't know anymore. He can't think. The blindfold made him all the more sensetive, and the gag made his brain foggy. All he can do is whine and take it.
He knew exactly what he was doing, and so did you. He was a womanizer, you knew that much. It's how he went by, how his clever brain always came on top because he knew ways, many ways, to get what he wanted. You already accepted it. But if he was going to flirt with the cafe lady for no fucking reason other than to piss you off, then he must've also thought about what would come after he's actually pissed you off.
"Fucking whore," you twisted his nipple between your fingers, and his back made the most beautiful arch, pretty muffled noises never stopping.
You could see little wet spot on the blindfold, right on the corner of his eyes. You would feel bad if he wasn't moaning like porn star, back arching to chase your hand as his trembling thighs spread more. He was grinding against the vibrator, he was fucking enjoying this.
You leaned down, taking one flushed nipple in your mouth as you bit down on it, while your hand still fondled with the other one, increasing the vibrations on his crotch just a tad bit.
"Mfh!" He jolted, thrashing around against the soft mattress of the bed. Your hand moved to hold him down by his hip as your mouth abused his nipple, sucking so hard he was certain something would come out.
His thighs trembled around your hand, whines growing as he jerked and trembled with each lick of your hot tongue. So much for the gag if it wasn't enough to shut him up. You pulled back, pulling the gag away as well. He panted before loud moans erupted from his chest as he threw his head back.
"Mnn b-baby...fuck!" His voices died down in a weak whimper, spit glistening his lips in the prettiest gloss.
"You never shut up, do you?" Your hand found his neck, firmly gripping it that was just enough to make his breath hitch a little.
"Please..." He managed to choke out.
"Aw, is it too much?" You cooed, now moving the vibrator up and down his clothed dick as your thumb caressed his bottom lip.
He let out a small cry, nodding. His tongue darted out to lick the pad of your thumb, his dick felt like it was on fire with the constant stimulation and no release. He desperately squirmed for something more, and his cheeks turned and even brighter shade of red then they already were when he heard your mocking chuckle.
"Should've thought about that before you decided to be a smartass, hm?"
You pulled the vibrator away entirely, leaving him panting and aching for more. He tensed up a little when you started unzipping his pants. Your warm fingers brushed against his abdomen, contrasting almost borderline uncomfortable with the cold metal of the zip, making him shiver.
"For someone so sensitive, you sure have the nerve knowing it'll have consequences." You spoke, warm breath ghosting over his twitching nipple.
"Y-you just give the most adorable reactions..." He mumbled, that infuriating cocky smirk now forming on his face once again. Like he was in any position to do so. Like he wasn't tied up and completely at your mercy right now.
You glared up at him, and for a moment there was silence. His heart was hammering against his chest, both anticipation and panic rising at your sudden withdrawal.
"Bella- ah!"
He practically screamed when your hot, sticky mouth wrapped around his entire length. He had no time to react. He was a moaning, blabbering mess as you roughly sucked him off, head moving up and down so fast like you hated him. The suction as your cheeks hollowed out sucked the soul out of him.
"Shitshitshit!" He tired to squirm away. It was overwhelming, but you held him in place.
You arms wrapped around his thighs that trembled violently, threating to close. But the ropes held them apart, shaking miserably around your head. You didn't know what he was blabbering around, but it was something along the lines of "please!" and cries from the overwhelming sensation on his poor neglected cock.
Drool dripped down the corner of his mouth, and the wet spots on the blindfold grew. His back arched and you could feel him tense up. His noises grew desperate, hips bucking up to fuck into your mouth to the best of his attempt and the worst of his self control. He was so close, right on the edge. And for a moment he thought you'd push him over, let him have it because you continued for half a second longer.
But to his demise, the moment that sweet moan escaped him, one that always came with release, you pulled back, leaving his cock twitching and aching, whines and cries echoing in the room.
"Shh," you gulped down the pre-cum that was profusely leaking form the angry red tip, hands gently cradling his balls. "Do you want the neighbours to know what a slut you are?"
You leaned down, silencing his cries with a harsh kiss, tongue traveling into his mouth. He shuddered when he tasted himself on you, mixed with your unique sweet taste that had his mouth go numb.
"You're so mean..." He mumbled when you pulled back slightly, smirking against his lips.
"Coming from the devil himself, it sounds like a compliment."
And if he wasn't so horny, wasn't so fucking painfully desperate down there, he'd chuckle as well. Yet, his dick was still stiff, twitching as it was once again exposed to the cool air. The cold breeze was enough to make him twitch, letting out small whimpers that quickly turned into a hiss once you're warm hand wrapped around his length.
"Oh..." He mewled, head thrown back as his hips bucked into your hand. "Mnn, p-please..."
Your lips traveled down to bite and suck at his neck, leaving marks that would for sure show even through the bandages. He could feel your smirk against his skin, it was humiliating. The slow up and downs of your hand on his hard cock, so gentle and delicate, had him trembling underneath you. His moans would grow more desperate whenever your thumb traced the slit, wet and slippery as the tip flushed an even deeper shade of red.
Your hand was covered in pre-cum, no friction between you and him at all. But you never picked up the maddeningly slow pace. Always keeping it nice and slow, patience was a virtue after all, right? Your other hand fondled his puffy nipple once again, warm breath tickling his ear, and you could feel him shiver after each gentle caress, each stroke, each puff of air making him go insane.
It didn't take him long to reach the edge again for the nth time. Though he has no hopes, he's grown greedy, addicted to your mean game, addicted to that feeling right when he's about to tip over. The sweet release has always been right there, his thighs trembled just thinking about it, unfiltered wanton moans coming from his sweet, spit stained lips.
"'M so- fuh- close..." He whimpered. "Please baby..." He let out a small cry, voice so unlike him, so small and desperate that had you all sticky and soaking.
"It's okay." You placed a kiss right under his ear. "Go on." Your hand stopped, still curved around his cock.
He whined, hips shaking as he thrusted upward into your hand desperately, chasing that tight coil in his stomach that was so ready to break. With a couple more messy and uncoordinated thrusts, his moans grew breathy, thighs struggled against the restraints as they tensed up, and just as he tipped over, you pulled your hand away with that cruel smirk.
"Nonono-" his voice died out in a choked cry, trembling as his orgasam hit him hard after being on edge for so long. But the sensation quickly faded away. He only felt his toes go numb, tremors running through his body from an orgasm he couldn't even feel. Only a small string of cum leaked from his still hard cock, and he cried as he humped the air in search for your hand to find some sort of relief.
He could hear you laugh menacingly, your hand moving to remove the blindfold, revealing pretty brown eyes and long lashes shining with tears that now ran down the side of his face.
"What wrong?" You tsked, tilting your head with that same mocking smirk he always gave you. "You came, didn't you?" Your thumb wiped the tears away, but more quickly followed as he whimpered, his lower half still trembling. "Isn't that what you wanted?"
He pouted, actually pouted, hips moving closer to slowly grind his painfully hard length against your thigh, a drunk red flush across his cheeks.
"Why'd you stop?" He whined.
Your smirk grew. "I said you could come, I didn't say it would feel nice."
His voice grew into small high pitched pants, spreading pre-cum over your thighs, messing up the shorts he bought because they made your ass look good.
"Haven't you had enough?" He grumbled.
"Enough?" You hands moved, one grabbed the wand again, and the other reached down to play with his balls.
A shiver ran through him, still sensitive from the orgasm, but still wanting more. His eyes slightly widened when you placed the vibrator on the tip of his dick again, not turning it on, but just a dooming presence. He gulped, the silicon becoming slick with his arousal as his nervous eyes met your absolutely amused ones.
"We're just getting started."
Click!
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Authors note:-
I'm ovulating hehe
To all the artists who make tied up dazai fanarts, i love you so much <3
Also I'm sorry if this was a bit rushed I'm so sleep deprived.
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Warnings: nsfw, mdni, porn/no plot, sub!Dazai, dom!reader, established relationship, bondage, swearing, pet names, edging, orgasm denial/ruined, vibrator, oral (m!recieving), hand job, begging, nipple play, slight choking, dazai cries, humiliation, mean reader, sorry if I'm forgetting anything.
Word count: 10,099
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"Mmhf!"
"Aw, what was that? Come again, my love."
He whimpered louder when your delicately manicured nails pinched his nipple, twisting them to the point where he couldn't figure out pleasure from pain. The hitachi was pressed against his clothed crotch, not moving once in that agonizingly slow setting that was enough to have him squirming, but never pushing over the edge.
He laid there helplessly. Hands tied behind his back, the rope was attached to the one that wrapped around his thighs, leaving him spread open for you and your mean hands with no form of escape. The first couple of buttons of his shirt were open, exposing smooth milky skin and pink nipples that were slowly turning red and swollen because you just refused to let up, enjoying how much he shuddered even with the gentlest caress.
"You wanted this, didn't you?" You moved the vibrator to the clothed tip, and his legs jerked, a muffled cry bouncing off the walls.
He's lost track of time now. Minutes or hours, he doesn't know anymore. He can't think. The blindfold made him all the more sensetive, and the gag made his brain foggy. All he can do is whine and take it.
He knew exactly what he was doing, and so did you. He was a womanizer, you knew that much. It's how he went by, how his clever brain always came on top because he knew ways, many ways, to get what he wanted. You already accepted it. But if he was going to flirt with the cafe lady for no fucking reason other than to piss you off, then he must've also thought about what would come after he's actually pissed you off.
"Fucking whore," you twisted his nipple between your fingers, and his back made the most beautiful arch, pretty muffled noises never stopping.
You could see little wet spot on the blindfold, right on the corner of his eyes. You would feel bad if he wasn't moaning like porn star, back arching to chase your hand as his trembling thighs spread more. He was grinding against the vibrator, he was fucking enjoying this.
You leaned down, taking one flushed nipple in your mouth as you bit down on it, while your hand still fondled with the other one, increasing the vibrations on his crotch just a tad bit.
"Mfh!" He jolted, thrashing around against the soft mattress of the bed. Your hand moved to hold him down by his hip as your mouth abused his nipple, sucking so hard he was certain something would come out.
His thighs trembled around your hand, whines growing as he jerked and trembled with each lick of your hot tongue. So much for the gag if it wasn't enough to shut him up. You pulled back, pulling the gag away as well. He panted before loud moans erupted from his chest as he threw his head back.
"Mnn b-baby...fuck!" His voices died down in a weak whimper, spit glistening his lips in the prettiest gloss.
"You never shut up, do you?" Your hand found his neck, firmly gripping it that was just enough to make his breath hitch a little.
"Please..." He managed to choke out.
"Aw, is it too much?" You cooed, now moving the vibrator up and down his clothed dick as your thumb caressed his bottom lip.
He let out a small cry, nodding. His tongue darted out to lick the pad of your thumb, his dick felt like it was on fire with the constant stimulation and no release. He desperately squirmed for something more, and his cheeks turned and even brighter shade of red then they already were when he heard your mocking chuckle.
"Should've thought about that before you decided to be a smartass, hm?"
You pulled the vibrator away entirely, leaving him panting and aching for more. He tensed up a little when you started unzipping his pants. Your warm fingers brushed against his abdomen, contrasting almost borderline uncomfortable with the cold metal of the zip, making him shiver.
"For someone so sensitive, you sure have the nerve knowing it'll have consequences." You spoke, warm breath ghosting over his twitching nipple.
"Y-you just give the most adorable reactions..." He mumbled, that infuriating cocky smirk now forming on his face once again. Like he was in any position to do so. Like he wasn't tied up and completely at your mercy right now.
You glared up at him, and for a moment there was silence. His heart was hammering against his chest, both anticipation and panic rising at your sudden withdrawal.
"Bella- ah!"
He practically screamed when your hot, sticky mouth wrapped around his entire length. He had no time to react. He was a moaning, blabbering mess as you roughly sucked him off, head moving up and down so fast like you hated him. The suction as your cheeks hollowed out sucked the soul out of him.
"Shitshitshit!" He tired to squirm away. It was overwhelming, but you held him in place.
You arms wrapped around his thighs that trembled violently, threating to close. But the ropes held them apart, shaking miserably around your head. You didn't know what he was blabbering around, but it was something along the lines of "please!" and cries from the overwhelming sensation on his poor neglected cock.
Drool dripped down the corner of his mouth, and the wet spots on the blindfold grew. His back arched and you could feel him tense up. His noises grew desperate, hips bucking up to fuck into your mouth to the best of his attempt and the worst of his self control. He was so close, right on the edge. And for a moment he thought you'd push him over, let him have it because you continued for half a second longer.
But to his demise, the moment that sweet moan escaped him, one that always came with release, you pulled back, leaving his cock twitching and aching, whines and cries echoing in the room.
"Shh," you gulped down the pre-cum that was profusely leaking form the angry red tip, hands gently cradling his balls. "Do you want the neighbours to know what a slut you are?"
You leaned down, silencing his cries with a harsh kiss, tongue traveling into his mouth. He shuddered when he tasted himself on you, mixed with your unique sweet taste that had his mouth go numb.
"You're so mean..." He mumbled when you pulled back slightly, smirking against his lips.
"Coming from the devil himself, it sounds like a compliment."
And if he wasn't so horny, wasn't so fucking painfully desperate down there, he'd chuckle as well. Yet, his dick was still stiff, twitching as it was once again exposed to the cool air. The cold breeze was enough to make him twitch, letting out small whimpers that quickly turned into a hiss once you're warm hand wrapped around his length.
"Oh..." He mewled, head thrown back as his hips bucked into your hand. "Mnn, p-please..."
Your lips traveled down to bite and suck at his neck, leaving marks that would for sure show even through the bandages. He could feel your smirk against his skin, it was humiliating. The slow up and downs of your hand on his hard cock, so gentle and delicate, had him trembling underneath you. His moans would grow more desperate whenever your thumb traced the slit, wet and slippery as the tip flushed an even deeper shade of red.
Your hand was covered in pre-cum, no friction between you and him at all. But you never picked up the maddeningly slow pace. Always keeping it nice and slow, patience was a virtue after all, right? Your other hand fondled his puffy nipple once again, warm breath tickling his ear, and you could feel him shiver after each gentle caress, each stroke, each puff of air making him go insane.
It didn't take him long to reach the edge again for the nth time. Though he has no hopes, he's grown greedy, addicted to your mean game, addicted to that feeling right when he's about to tip over. The sweet release has always been right there, his thighs trembled just thinking about it, unfiltered wanton moans coming from his sweet, spit stained lips.
"'M so- fuh- close..." He whimpered. "Please baby..." He let out a small cry, voice so unlike him, so small and desperate that had you all sticky and soaking.
"It's okay." You placed a kiss right under his ear. "Go on." Your hand stopped, still curved around his cock.
He whined, hips shaking as he thrusted upward into your hand desperately, chasing that tight coil in his stomach that was so ready to break. With a couple more messy and uncoordinated thrusts, his moans grew breathy, thighs struggled against the restraints as they tensed up, and just as he tipped over, you pulled your hand away with that cruel smirk.
"Nonono-" his voice died out in a choked cry, trembling as his orgasam hit him hard after being on edge for so long. But the sensation quickly faded away. He only felt his toes go numb, tremors running through his body from an orgasm he couldn't even feel. Only a small string of cum leaked from his still hard cock, and he cried as he humped the air in search for your hand to find some sort of relief.
He could hear you laugh menacingly, your hand moving to remove the blindfold, revealing pretty brown eyes and long lashes shining with tears that now ran down the side of his face.
"What wrong?" You tsked, tilting your head with that same mocking smirk he always gave you. "You came, didn't you?" Your thumb wiped the tears away, but more quickly followed as he whimpered, his lower half still trembling. "Isn't that what you wanted?"
He pouted, actually pouted, hips moving closer to slowly grind his painfully hard length against your thigh, a drunk red flush across his cheeks.
"Why'd you stop?" He whined.
Your smirk grew. "I said you could come, I didn't say it would feel nice."
His voice grew into small high pitched pants, spreading pre-cum over your thighs, messing up the shorts he bought because they made your ass look good.
"Haven't you had enough?" He grumbled.
"Enough?" You hands moved, one grabbed the wand again, and the other reached down to play with his balls.
A shiver ran through him, still sensitive from the orgasm, but still wanting more. His eyes slightly widened when you placed the vibrator on the tip of his dick again, not turning it on, but just a dooming presence. He gulped, the silicon becoming slick with his arousal as his nervous eyes met your absolutely amused ones.
"We're just getting started."
Click!
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Authors note:-
I'm ovulating hehe
To all the artists who make tied up dazai fanarts, i love you so much <3
Also I'm sorry if this was a bit rushed I'm so sleep deprived.
Warnings: nsfw, mdni, porn/no plot, sub!Dazai, dom!reader, established relationship, bondage, swearing, pet names, edging, orgasm denial/ruined, vibrator, oral (m!recieving), hand job, begging, nipple play, slight choking, dazai cries, humiliation, mean reader, sorry if I'm forgetting anything.
Word count: 10,099
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"Mmhf!"
"Aw, what was that? Come again, my love."
He whimpered louder when your delicately manicured nails pinched his nipple, twisting them to the point where he couldn't figure out pleasure from pain. The hitachi was pressed against his clothed crotch, not moving once in that agonizingly slow setting that was enough to have him squirming, but never pushing over the edge.
He laid there helplessly. Hands tied behind his back, the rope was attached to the one that wrapped around his thighs, leaving him spread open for you and your mean hands with no form of escape. The first couple of buttons of his shirt were open, exposing smooth milky skin and pink nipples that were slowly turning red and swollen because you just refused to let up, enjoying how much he shuddered even with the gentlest caress.
"You wanted this, didn't you?" You moved the vibrator to the clothed tip, and his legs jerked, a muffled cry bouncing off the walls.
He's lost track of time now. Minutes or hours, he doesn't know anymore. He can't think. The blindfold made him all the more sensetive, and the gag made his brain foggy. All he can do is whine and take it.
He knew exactly what he was doing, and so did you. He was a womanizer, you knew that much. It's how he went by, how his clever brain always came on top because he knew ways, many ways, to get what he wanted. You already accepted it. But if he was going to flirt with the cafe lady for no fucking reason other than to piss you off, then he must've also thought about what would come after he's actually pissed you off.
"Fucking whore," you twisted his nipple between your fingers, and his back made the most beautiful arch, pretty muffled noises never stopping.
You could see little wet spot on the blindfold, right on the corner of his eyes. You would feel bad if he wasn't moaning like porn star, back arching to chase your hand as his trembling thighs spread more. He was grinding against the vibrator, he was fucking enjoying this.
You leaned down, taking one flushed nipple in your mouth as you bit down on it, while your hand still fondled with the other one, increasing the vibrations on his crotch just a tad bit.
"Mfh!" He jolted, thrashing around against the soft mattress of the bed. Your hand moved to hold him down by his hip as your mouth abused his nipple, sucking so hard he was certain something would come out.
His thighs trembled around your hand, whines growing as he jerked and trembled with each lick of your hot tongue. So much for the gag if it wasn't enough to shut him up. You pulled back, pulling the gag away as well. He panted before loud moans erupted from his chest as he threw his head back.
"Mnn b-baby...fuck!" His voices died down in a weak whimper, spit glistening his lips in the prettiest gloss.
"You never shut up, do you?" Your hand found his neck, firmly gripping it that was just enough to make his breath hitch a little.
"Please..." He managed to choke out.
"Aw, is it too much?" You cooed, now moving the vibrator up and down his clothed dick as your thumb caressed his bottom lip.
He let out a small cry, nodding. His tongue darted out to lick the pad of your thumb, his dick felt like it was on fire with the constant stimulation and no release. He desperately squirmed for something more, and his cheeks turned and even brighter shade of red then they already were when he heard your mocking chuckle.
"Should've thought about that before you decided to be a smartass, hm?"
You pulled the vibrator away entirely, leaving him panting and aching for more. He tensed up a little when you started unzipping his pants. Your warm fingers brushed against his abdomen, contrasting almost borderline uncomfortable with the cold metal of the zip, making him shiver.
"For someone so sensitive, you sure have the nerve knowing it'll have consequences." You spoke, warm breath ghosting over his twitching nipple.
"Y-you just give the most adorable reactions..." He mumbled, that infuriating cocky smirk now forming on his face once again. Like he was in any position to do so. Like he wasn't tied up and completely at your mercy right now.
You glared up at him, and for a moment there was silence. His heart was hammering against his chest, both anticipation and panic rising at your sudden withdrawal.
"Bella- ah!"
He practically screamed when your hot, sticky mouth wrapped around his entire length. He had no time to react. He was a moaning, blabbering mess as you roughly sucked him off, head moving up and down so fast like you hated him. The suction as your cheeks hollowed out sucked the soul out of him.
"Shitshitshit!" He tired to squirm away. It was overwhelming, but you held him in place.
You arms wrapped around his thighs that trembled violently, threating to close. But the ropes held them apart, shaking miserably around your head. You didn't know what he was blabbering around, but it was something along the lines of "please!" and cries from the overwhelming sensation on his poor neglected cock.
Drool dripped down the corner of his mouth, and the wet spots on the blindfold grew. His back arched and you could feel him tense up. His noises grew desperate, hips bucking up to fuck into your mouth to the best of his attempt and the worst of his self control. He was so close, right on the edge. And for a moment he thought you'd push him over, let him have it because you continued for half a second longer.
But to his demise, the moment that sweet moan escaped him, one that always came with release, you pulled back, leaving his cock twitching and aching, whines and cries echoing in the room.
"Shh," you gulped down the pre-cum that was profusely leaking form the angry red tip, hands gently cradling his balls. "Do you want the neighbours to know what a slut you are?"
You leaned down, silencing his cries with a harsh kiss, tongue traveling into his mouth. He shuddered when he tasted himself on you, mixed with your unique sweet taste that had his mouth go numb.
"You're so mean..." He mumbled when you pulled back slightly, smirking against his lips.
"Coming from the devil himself, it sounds like a compliment."
And if he wasn't so horny, wasn't so fucking painfully desperate down there, he'd chuckle as well. Yet, his dick was still stiff, twitching as it was once again exposed to the cool air. The cold breeze was enough to make him twitch, letting out small whimpers that quickly turned into a hiss once you're warm hand wrapped around his length.
"Oh..." He mewled, head thrown back as his hips bucked into your hand. "Mnn, p-please..."
Your lips traveled down to bite and suck at his neck, leaving marks that would for sure show even through the bandages. He could feel your smirk against his skin, it was humiliating. The slow up and downs of your hand on his hard cock, so gentle and delicate, had him trembling underneath you. His moans would grow more desperate whenever your thumb traced the slit, wet and slippery as the tip flushed an even deeper shade of red.
Your hand was covered in pre-cum, no friction between you and him at all. But you never picked up the maddeningly slow pace. Always keeping it nice and slow, patience was a virtue after all, right? Your other hand fondled his puffy nipple once again, warm breath tickling his ear, and you could feel him shiver after each gentle caress, each stroke, each puff of air making him go insane.
It didn't take him long to reach the edge again for the nth time. Though he has no hopes, he's grown greedy, addicted to your mean game, addicted to that feeling right when he's about to tip over. The sweet release has always been right there, his thighs trembled just thinking about it, unfiltered wanton moans coming from his sweet, spit stained lips.
"'M so- fuh- close..." He whimpered. "Please baby..." He let out a small cry, voice so unlike him, so small and desperate that had you all sticky and soaking.
"It's okay." You placed a kiss right under his ear. "Go on." Your hand stopped, still curved around his cock.
He whined, hips shaking as he thrusted upward into your hand desperately, chasing that tight coil in his stomach that was so ready to break. With a couple more messy and uncoordinated thrusts, his moans grew breathy, thighs struggled against the restraints as they tensed up, and just as he tipped over, you pulled your hand away with that cruel smirk.
"Nonono-" his voice died out in a choked cry, trembling as his orgasam hit him hard after being on edge for so long. But the sensation quickly faded away. He only felt his toes go numb, tremors running through his body from an orgasm he couldn't even feel. Only a small string of cum leaked from his still hard cock, and he cried as he humped the air in search for your hand to find some sort of relief.
He could hear you laugh menacingly, your hand moving to remove the blindfold, revealing pretty brown eyes and long lashes shining with tears that now ran down the side of his face.
"What wrong?" You tsked, tilting your head with that same mocking smirk he always gave you. "You came, didn't you?" Your thumb wiped the tears away, but more quickly followed as he whimpered, his lower half still trembling. "Isn't that what you wanted?"
He pouted, actually pouted, hips moving closer to slowly grind his painfully hard length against your thigh, a drunk red flush across his cheeks.
"Why'd you stop?" He whined.
Your smirk grew. "I said you could come, I didn't say it would feel nice."
His voice grew into small high pitched pants, spreading pre-cum over your thighs, messing up the shorts he bought because they made your ass look good.
"Haven't you had enough?" He grumbled.
"Enough?" You hands moved, one grabbed the wand again, and the other reached down to play with his balls.
A shiver ran through him, still sensitive from the orgasm, but still wanting more. His eyes slightly widened when you placed the vibrator on the tip of his dick again, not turning it on, but just a dooming presence. He gulped, the silicon becoming slick with his arousal as his nervous eyes met your absolutely amused ones.
"We're just getting started."
Click!
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Authors note:-
I'm ovulating hehe
To all the artists who make tied up dazai fanarts, i love you so much <3
Also I'm sorry if this was a bit rushed I'm so sleep deprived.
Wednesday, you were scheduled to test the new line of guns along with scopes sent over from Fontaine. Tasked with ensuring the new firearms work properly, you head to the shooting range where several other knights are on standby.
A crate is soon dropped off near you, and after receiving instructions on how to handle them, you get to work. It takes some time to get used to the weight of it in your hand, but you soon get the hang of it, shooting dummy balloons one after the other.
As you pick up a new gun and focus your aim, you notice… pink? You try to adjust your eyes, rubbing them, and even use a handkerchief on the glass of the scope, but it doesn’t go away.
Just as you’re about to lift your head to find the problem, you watch the pink bubble pop with a loud noise.
“You look good handling that gun.” Lohen peeks down the front sight of your rifle.
“Lo—Vice Captain?!” you gasp in surprise before glaring at him.
Lohen doesn’t flinch and just lets out a hearty laugh, making his amusement known not just to you, but to the other knights at the shooting range, much to your frustration.
“Don’t look at me like that, knight.” Lohen smirks. The title of ‘knight’ weighs heavy on your mind, you know he would’ve called you by your nickname if you weren’t working right now.
“You’re kinda hot when you’re mad, y’know?” It leaves his lips as a whisper meant only for you. Apparently, flirting is more acceptable than calling you an affectionate nickname, but whatever. You roll your eyes at him.
“Come meet me at my quarters tonight.” The hand on your shoulder slips away as Lohen does, humming as he approaches another set of knights, no doubt to also terrify them.
You barely register his words before shaking them off, deciding to focus on your work, hoping the hours pass by faster.
After a shower and dinner, you find your way to Lohen’s front door, unlocking it with the spare key he gave you when your relationship got more serious.
“Boo!”
Two hands land on either side of your shoulders. You jump, and irritation follows soon after your surprise.
“Lohen!”
He laughs, a little less loudly and less performatively than before. There’s that distinct heat and hunger in his voice. Lohen watches you rub at your shoulder where he startled you.
“Still mad?”
“Maybe.”
“Good.” His smile softens but that glint of excitement doesn’t leave his eyes. “I like seeing you like this.”
You roll your eyes. “You just like getting on my nerves.”
“That too,” he lets out a huff of a laugh.
Silence befalls you two, comfortable rather than awkward. Lohen seems to want something, just picking out the words in his mind to ensure he doesn’t scare you off. You have always told him he can just say what was on his mind and that you will accept him either way. And he would always shake his head, a small smile covering a hint of uncertainty.
He steps closer, burying his face in your collarbone, inhaling your scent. A scarred hand moving a strand of hair away from your face.
“Been thinking about you all day,” he murmurs. “Watching you with that rifle didn’t help.”
His eyes twinkle at the sight of his gun in his holster, hand snaking down to pull it out. You can barely see what’s happening due to his muted teal hair clouding your vision. He pulls away from your chest, but stays close enough to feel your warmth. A cold, metal feeling lands in the palm of your hands; calloused ones raising it up to your field of vision. It’s Lohen’s gun.
“Show me?” he looks at you as if pleading, the burgundy tint in his eyes glowing.
“Don’t be afraid, Bunny.” He flips the gun over, showing you the cylinders are empty and the safety is on. He pushes the gun back to your palms before you engulf the handle with your fingers.
With a click, the barrel of the gun is pressed against his forehead. Lohen flinches slightly before smiling. You take a few steps forward and he takes a few steps back, following your rhythm. The back of his knees hit the bed, and with a small push on his chest, he falls down on the, sitting up right.
You drag the cold barrel of his gun on his face, contrasting the heat building up between you. It rubs against his lips, and as you nudge at him, Lohen obediently opens his mouth, allowing the metal to enter the hot, wet cave of his mouth.
Lohen leans into it, bobbing his head as wet saliva runs down his chin and his teeth clank against the metal. He is so eager, acting as if his life is on the line if he doesn’t please you.
“You’ll gladly take anything I give you, huh?”
He nods, his head moving closer to the gun until you can see a slight outline of it in his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, slightly constricting against the black leather choker around his neck.
“Filthy… Disgusting…” you whisper under your breath, rubbing the tip of the gun on his tongue. Lohen swallows as if he wants to devour your words and make it a part of his being.
His head becomes dizzy, struggling to breathe as he chokes on the gun. You take it out slowly, allowing him to catch his breath. The glow from the lantern illuminates his swollen, cherry colored lips glistening with the gloss of his spit. Dear Archons, he looks so good with hair disheveled, panting to catch his breath, chest heaving, and fuck—
You toss the gun somewhere on the bed, causing the mattress to dip. Another weight adds onto the bed as you plant your knees on either side of Lohen’s lap, your lips catching his in a hungry kiss. Your tongue swipes across the drool that was left on his bottom lip before sinking your teeth. Lohen moans into your mouth, savoring your taste and the metallic flavor of either the blood or the metal— he doesn’t know anymore nor does he care.
Hands press against his toned stomach, feeling him through the thin white fabric. Your fingers fumbling the button of his dress shirt, forcing the garment open.
Lohen’s scarred hand tangles in your hair, pulling you harder into the kiss. His other hand anchoring himself on the bed due to the sheer force of your movement.
You trail kisses down his neck, his jaw, and when you land on his neck, you bite down hard. Lohen lets out a shaky breath neighboring a groan. His hand lands on your hips, massaging as if to encourage you further.
“Use me…” he breathes heavily in your ear. “Use me however you please.”
a/n: I'll get to writing full smut one day LOL, that day is just not today :P
Wednesday, you were scheduled to test the new line of guns along with scopes sent over from Fontaine. Tasked with ensuring the new firearms work properly, you head to the shooting range where several other knights are on standby.
A crate is soon dropped off near you, and after receiving instructions on how to handle them, you get to work. It takes some time to get used to the weight of it in your hand, but you soon get the hang of it, shooting dummy balloons one after the other.
As you pick up a new gun and focus your aim, you notice… pink? You try to adjust your eyes, rubbing them, and even use a handkerchief on the glass of the scope, but it doesn’t go away.
Just as you’re about to lift your head to find the problem, you watch the pink bubble pop with a loud noise.
“You look good handling that gun.” Lohen peeks down the front sight of your rifle.
“Lo—Vice Captain?!” you gasp in surprise before glaring at him.
Lohen doesn’t flinch and just lets out a hearty laugh, making his amusement known not just to you, but to the other knights at the shooting range, much to your frustration.
“Don’t look at me like that, knight.” Lohen smirks. The title of ‘knight’ weighs heavy on your mind, you know he would’ve called you by your nickname if you weren’t working right now.
“You’re kinda hot when you’re mad, y’know?” It leaves his lips as a whisper meant only for you. Apparently, flirting is more acceptable than calling you an affectionate nickname, but whatever. You roll your eyes at him.
“Come meet me at my quarters tonight.” The hand on your shoulder slips away as Lohen does, humming as he approaches another set of knights, no doubt to also terrify them.
You barely register his words before shaking them off, deciding to focus on your work, hoping the hours pass by faster.
After a shower and dinner, you find your way to Lohen’s front door, unlocking it with the spare key he gave you when your relationship got more serious.
“Boo!”
Two hands land on either side of your shoulders. You jump, and irritation follows soon after your surprise.
“Lohen!”
He laughs, a little less loudly and less performatively than before. There’s that distinct heat and hunger in his voice. Lohen watches you rub at your shoulder where he startled you.
“Still mad?”
“Maybe.”
“Good.” His smile softens but that glint of excitement doesn’t leave his eyes. “I like seeing you like this.”
You roll your eyes. “You just like getting on my nerves.”
“That too,” he lets out a huff of a laugh.
Silence befalls you two, comfortable rather than awkward. Lohen seems to want something, just picking out the words in his mind to ensure he doesn’t scare you off. You have always told him he can just say what was on his mind and that you will accept him either way. And he would always shake his head, a small smile covering a hint of uncertainty.
He steps closer, burying his face in your collarbone, inhaling your scent. A scarred hand moving a strand of hair away from your face.
“Been thinking about you all day,” he murmurs. “Watching you with that rifle didn’t help.”
His eyes twinkle at the sight of his gun in his holster, hand snaking down to pull it out. You can barely see what’s happening due to his muted teal hair clouding your vision. He pulls away from your chest, but stays close enough to feel your warmth. A cold, metal feeling lands in the palm of your hands; calloused ones raising it up to your field of vision. It’s Lohen’s gun.
“Show me?” he looks at you as if pleading, the burgundy tint in his eyes glowing.
“Don’t be afraid, Bunny.” He flips the gun over, showing you the cylinders are empty and the safety is on. He pushes the gun back to your palms before you engulf the handle with your fingers.
With a click, the barrel of the gun is pressed against his forehead. Lohen flinches slightly before smiling. You take a few steps forward and he takes a few steps back, following your rhythm. The back of his knees hit the bed, and with a small push on his chest, he falls down on the, sitting up right.
You drag the cold barrel of his gun on his face, contrasting the heat building up between you. It rubs against his lips, and as you nudge at him, Lohen obediently opens his mouth, allowing the metal to enter the hot, wet cave of his mouth.
Lohen leans into it, bobbing his head as wet saliva runs down his chin and his teeth clank against the metal. He is so eager, acting as if his life is on the line if he doesn’t please you.
“You’ll gladly take anything I give you, huh?”
He nods, his head moving closer to the gun until you can see a slight outline of it in his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, slightly constricting against the black leather choker around his neck.
“Filthy… Disgusting…” you whisper under your breath, rubbing the tip of the gun on his tongue. Lohen swallows as if he wants to devour your words and make it a part of his being.
His head becomes dizzy, struggling to breathe as he chokes on the gun. You take it out slowly, allowing him to catch his breath. The glow from the lantern illuminates his swollen, cherry colored lips glistening with the gloss of his spit. Dear Archons, he looks so good with hair disheveled, panting to catch his breath, chest heaving, and fuck—
You toss the gun somewhere on the bed, causing the mattress to dip. Another weight adds onto the bed as you plant your knees on either side of Lohen’s lap, your lips catching his in a hungry kiss. Your tongue swipes across the drool that was left on his bottom lip before sinking your teeth. Lohen moans into your mouth, savoring your taste and the metallic flavor of either the blood or the metal— he doesn’t know anymore nor does he care.
Hands press against his toned stomach, feeling him through the thin white fabric. Your fingers fumbling the button of his dress shirt, forcing the garment open.
Lohen’s scarred hand tangles in your hair, pulling you harder into the kiss. His other hand anchoring himself on the bed due to the sheer force of your movement.
You trail kisses down his neck, his jaw, and when you land on his neck, you bite down hard. Lohen lets out a shaky breath neighboring a groan. His hand lands on your hips, massaging as if to encourage you further.
“Use me…” he breathes heavily in your ear. “Use me however you please.”
a/n: I'll get to writing full smut one day LOL, that day is just not today :P
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Wednesday, you were scheduled to test the new line of guns along with scopes sent over from Fontaine. Tasked with ensuring the new firearms work properly, you head to the shooting range where several other knights are on standby.
A crate is soon dropped off near you, and after receiving instructions on how to handle them, you get to work. It takes some time to get used to the weight of it in your hand, but you soon get the hang of it, shooting dummy balloons one after the other.
As you pick up a new gun and focus your aim, you notice… pink? You try to adjust your eyes, rubbing them, and even use a handkerchief on the glass of the scope, but it doesn’t go away.
Just as you’re about to lift your head to find the problem, you watch the pink bubble pop with a loud noise.
“You look good handling that gun.” Lohen peeks down the front sight of your rifle.
“Lo—Vice Captain?!” you gasp in surprise before glaring at him.
Lohen doesn’t flinch and just lets out a hearty laugh, making his amusement known not just to you, but to the other knights at the shooting range, much to your frustration.
“Don’t look at me like that, knight.” Lohen smirks. The title of ‘knight’ weighs heavy on your mind, you know he would’ve called you by your nickname if you weren’t working right now.
“You’re kinda hot when you’re mad, y’know?” It leaves his lips as a whisper meant only for you. Apparently, flirting is more acceptable than calling you an affectionate nickname, but whatever. You roll your eyes at him.
“Come meet me at my quarters tonight.” The hand on your shoulder slips away as Lohen does, humming as he approaches another set of knights, no doubt to also terrify them.
You barely register his words before shaking them off, deciding to focus on your work, hoping the hours pass by faster.
After a shower and dinner, you find your way to Lohen’s front door, unlocking it with the spare key he gave you when your relationship got more serious.
“Boo!”
Two hands land on either side of your shoulders. You jump, and irritation follows soon after your surprise.
“Lohen!”
He laughs, a little less loudly and less performatively than before. There’s that distinct heat and hunger in his voice. Lohen watches you rub at your shoulder where he startled you.
“Still mad?”
“Maybe.”
“Good.” His smile softens but that glint of excitement doesn’t leave his eyes. “I like seeing you like this.”
You roll your eyes. “You just like getting on my nerves.”
“That too,” he lets out a huff of a laugh.
Silence befalls you two, comfortable rather than awkward. Lohen seems to want something, just picking out the words in his mind to ensure he doesn’t scare you off. You have always told him he can just say what was on his mind and that you will accept him either way. And he would always shake his head, a small smile covering a hint of uncertainty.
He steps closer, burying his face in your collarbone, inhaling your scent. A scarred hand moving a strand of hair away from your face.
“Been thinking about you all day,” he murmurs. “Watching you with that rifle didn’t help.”
His eyes twinkle at the sight of his gun in his holster, hand snaking down to pull it out. You can barely see what’s happening due to his muted teal hair clouding your vision. He pulls away from your chest, but stays close enough to feel your warmth. A cold, metal feeling lands in the palm of your hands; calloused ones raising it up to your field of vision. It’s Lohen’s gun.
“Show me?” he looks at you as if pleading, the burgundy tint in his eyes glowing.
“Don’t be afraid, Bunny.” He flips the gun over, showing you the cylinders are empty and the safety is on. He pushes the gun back to your palms before you engulf the handle with your fingers.
With a click, the barrel of the gun is pressed against his forehead. Lohen flinches slightly before smiling. You take a few steps forward and he takes a few steps back, following your rhythm. The back of his knees hit the bed, and with a small push on his chest, he falls down on the, sitting up right.
You drag the cold barrel of his gun on his face, contrasting the heat building up between you. It rubs against his lips, and as you nudge at him, Lohen obediently opens his mouth, allowing the metal to enter the hot, wet cave of his mouth.
Lohen leans into it, bobbing his head as wet saliva runs down his chin and his teeth clank against the metal. He is so eager, acting as if his life is on the line if he doesn’t please you.
“You’ll gladly take anything I give you, huh?”
He nods, his head moving closer to the gun until you can see a slight outline of it in his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, slightly constricting against the black leather choker around his neck.
“Filthy… Disgusting…” you whisper under your breath, rubbing the tip of the gun on his tongue. Lohen swallows as if he wants to devour your words and make it a part of his being.
His head becomes dizzy, struggling to breathe as he chokes on the gun. You take it out slowly, allowing him to catch his breath. The glow from the lantern illuminates his swollen, cherry colored lips glistening with the gloss of his spit. Dear Archons, he looks so good with hair disheveled, panting to catch his breath, chest heaving, and fuck—
You toss the gun somewhere on the bed, causing the mattress to dip. Another weight adds onto the bed as you plant your knees on either side of Lohen’s lap, your lips catching his in a hungry kiss. Your tongue swipes across the drool that was left on his bottom lip before sinking your teeth. Lohen moans into your mouth, savoring your taste and the metallic flavor of either the blood or the metal— he doesn’t know anymore nor does he care.
Hands press against his toned stomach, feeling him through the thin white fabric. Your fingers fumbling the button of his dress shirt, forcing the garment open.
Lohen’s scarred hand tangles in your hair, pulling you harder into the kiss. His other hand anchoring himself on the bed due to the sheer force of your movement.
You trail kisses down his neck, his jaw, and when you land on his neck, you bite down hard. Lohen lets out a shaky breath neighboring a groan. His hand lands on your hips, massaging as if to encourage you further.
“Use me…” he breathes heavily in your ear. “Use me however you please.”
a/n: I'll get to writing full smut one day LOL, that day is just not today :P
Wednesday, you were scheduled to test the new line of guns along with scopes sent over from Fontaine. Tasked with ensuring the new firearms work properly, you head to the shooting range where several other knights are on standby.
A crate is soon dropped off near you, and after receiving instructions on how to handle them, you get to work. It takes some time to get used to the weight of it in your hand, but you soon get the hang of it, shooting dummy balloons one after the other.
As you pick up a new gun and focus your aim, you notice… pink? You try to adjust your eyes, rubbing them, and even use a handkerchief on the glass of the scope, but it doesn’t go away.
Just as you’re about to lift your head to find the problem, you watch the pink bubble pop with a loud noise.
“You look good handling that gun.” Lohen peeks down the front sight of your rifle.
“Lo—Vice Captain?!” you gasp in surprise before glaring at him.
Lohen doesn’t flinch and just lets out a hearty laugh, making his amusement known not just to you, but to the other knights at the shooting range, much to your frustration.
“Don’t look at me like that, knight.” Lohen smirks. The title of ‘knight’ weighs heavy on your mind, you know he would’ve called you by your nickname if you weren’t working right now.
“You’re kinda hot when you’re mad, y’know?” It leaves his lips as a whisper meant only for you. Apparently, flirting is more acceptable than calling you an affectionate nickname, but whatever. You roll your eyes at him.
“Come meet me at my quarters tonight.” The hand on your shoulder slips away as Lohen does, humming as he approaches another set of knights, no doubt to also terrify them.
You barely register his words before shaking them off, deciding to focus on your work, hoping the hours pass by faster.
After a shower and dinner, you find your way to Lohen’s front door, unlocking it with the spare key he gave you when your relationship got more serious.
“Boo!”
Two hands land on either side of your shoulders. You jump, and irritation follows soon after your surprise.
“Lohen!”
He laughs, a little less loudly and less performatively than before. There’s that distinct heat and hunger in his voice. Lohen watches you rub at your shoulder where he startled you.
“Still mad?”
“Maybe.”
“Good.” His smile softens but that glint of excitement doesn’t leave his eyes. “I like seeing you like this.”
You roll your eyes. “You just like getting on my nerves.”
“That too,” he lets out a huff of a laugh.
Silence befalls you two, comfortable rather than awkward. Lohen seems to want something, just picking out the words in his mind to ensure he doesn’t scare you off. You have always told him he can just say what was on his mind and that you will accept him either way. And he would always shake his head, a small smile covering a hint of uncertainty.
He steps closer, burying his face in your collarbone, inhaling your scent. A scarred hand moving a strand of hair away from your face.
“Been thinking about you all day,” he murmurs. “Watching you with that rifle didn’t help.”
His eyes twinkle at the sight of his gun in his holster, hand snaking down to pull it out. You can barely see what’s happening due to his muted teal hair clouding your vision. He pulls away from your chest, but stays close enough to feel your warmth. A cold, metal feeling lands in the palm of your hands; calloused ones raising it up to your field of vision. It’s Lohen’s gun.
“Show me?” he looks at you as if pleading, the burgundy tint in his eyes glowing.
“Don’t be afraid, Bunny.” He flips the gun over, showing you the cylinders are empty and the safety is on. He pushes the gun back to your palms before you engulf the handle with your fingers.
With a click, the barrel of the gun is pressed against his forehead. Lohen flinches slightly before smiling. You take a few steps forward and he takes a few steps back, following your rhythm. The back of his knees hit the bed, and with a small push on his chest, he falls down on the, sitting up right.
You drag the cold barrel of his gun on his face, contrasting the heat building up between you. It rubs against his lips, and as you nudge at him, Lohen obediently opens his mouth, allowing the metal to enter the hot, wet cave of his mouth.
Lohen leans into it, bobbing his head as wet saliva runs down his chin and his teeth clank against the metal. He is so eager, acting as if his life is on the line if he doesn’t please you.
“You’ll gladly take anything I give you, huh?”
He nods, his head moving closer to the gun until you can see a slight outline of it in his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, slightly constricting against the black leather choker around his neck.
“Filthy… Disgusting…” you whisper under your breath, rubbing the tip of the gun on his tongue. Lohen swallows as if he wants to devour your words and make it a part of his being.
His head becomes dizzy, struggling to breathe as he chokes on the gun. You take it out slowly, allowing him to catch his breath. The glow from the lantern illuminates his swollen, cherry colored lips glistening with the gloss of his spit. Dear Archons, he looks so good with hair disheveled, panting to catch his breath, chest heaving, and fuck—
You toss the gun somewhere on the bed, causing the mattress to dip. Another weight adds onto the bed as you plant your knees on either side of Lohen’s lap, your lips catching his in a hungry kiss. Your tongue swipes across the drool that was left on his bottom lip before sinking your teeth. Lohen moans into your mouth, savoring your taste and the metallic flavor of either the blood or the metal— he doesn’t know anymore nor does he care.
Hands press against his toned stomach, feeling him through the thin white fabric. Your fingers fumbling the button of his dress shirt, forcing the garment open.
Lohen’s scarred hand tangles in your hair, pulling you harder into the kiss. His other hand anchoring himself on the bed due to the sheer force of your movement.
You trail kisses down his neck, his jaw, and when you land on his neck, you bite down hard. Lohen lets out a shaky breath neighboring a groan. His hand lands on your hips, massaging as if to encourage you further.
“Use me…” he breathes heavily in your ear. “Use me however you please.”
a/n: I'll get to writing full smut one day LOL, that day is just not today :P
Wednesday, you were scheduled to test the new line of guns along with scopes sent over from Fontaine. Tasked with ensuring the new firearms work properly, you head to the shooting range where several other knights are on standby.
A crate is soon dropped off near you, and after receiving instructions on how to handle them, you get to work. It takes some time to get used to the weight of it in your hand, but you soon get the hang of it, shooting dummy balloons one after the other.
As you pick up a new gun and focus your aim, you notice… pink? You try to adjust your eyes, rubbing them, and even use a handkerchief on the glass of the scope, but it doesn’t go away.
Just as you’re about to lift your head to find the problem, you watch the pink bubble pop with a loud noise.
“You look good handling that gun.” Lohen peeks down the front sight of your rifle.
“Lo—Vice Captain?!” you gasp in surprise before glaring at him.
Lohen doesn’t flinch and just lets out a hearty laugh, making his amusement known not just to you, but to the other knights at the shooting range, much to your frustration.
“Don’t look at me like that, knight.” Lohen smirks. The title of ‘knight’ weighs heavy on your mind, you know he would’ve called you by your nickname if you weren’t working right now.
“You’re kinda hot when you’re mad, y’know?” It leaves his lips as a whisper meant only for you. Apparently, flirting is more acceptable than calling you an affectionate nickname, but whatever. You roll your eyes at him.
“Come meet me at my quarters tonight.” The hand on your shoulder slips away as Lohen does, humming as he approaches another set of knights, no doubt to also terrify them.
You barely register his words before shaking them off, deciding to focus on your work, hoping the hours pass by faster.
After a shower and dinner, you find your way to Lohen’s front door, unlocking it with the spare key he gave you when your relationship got more serious.
“Boo!”
Two hands land on either side of your shoulders. You jump, and irritation follows soon after your surprise.
“Lohen!”
He laughs, a little less loudly and less performatively than before. There’s that distinct heat and hunger in his voice. Lohen watches you rub at your shoulder where he startled you.
“Still mad?”
“Maybe.”
“Good.” His smile softens but that glint of excitement doesn’t leave his eyes. “I like seeing you like this.”
You roll your eyes. “You just like getting on my nerves.”
“That too,” he lets out a huff of a laugh.
Silence befalls you two, comfortable rather than awkward. Lohen seems to want something, just picking out the words in his mind to ensure he doesn’t scare you off. You have always told him he can just say what was on his mind and that you will accept him either way. And he would always shake his head, a small smile covering a hint of uncertainty.
He steps closer, burying his face in your collarbone, inhaling your scent. A scarred hand moving a strand of hair away from your face.
“Been thinking about you all day,” he murmurs. “Watching you with that rifle didn’t help.”
His eyes twinkle at the sight of his gun in his holster, hand snaking down to pull it out. You can barely see what’s happening due to his muted teal hair clouding your vision. He pulls away from your chest, but stays close enough to feel your warmth. A cold, metal feeling lands in the palm of your hands; calloused ones raising it up to your field of vision. It’s Lohen’s gun.
“Show me?” he looks at you as if pleading, the burgundy tint in his eyes glowing.
“Don’t be afraid, Bunny.” He flips the gun over, showing you the cylinders are empty and the safety is on. He pushes the gun back to your palms before you engulf the handle with your fingers.
With a click, the barrel of the gun is pressed against his forehead. Lohen flinches slightly before smiling. You take a few steps forward and he takes a few steps back, following your rhythm. The back of his knees hit the bed, and with a small push on his chest, he falls down on the, sitting up right.
You drag the cold barrel of his gun on his face, contrasting the heat building up between you. It rubs against his lips, and as you nudge at him, Lohen obediently opens his mouth, allowing the metal to enter the hot, wet cave of his mouth.
Lohen leans into it, bobbing his head as wet saliva runs down his chin and his teeth clank against the metal. He is so eager, acting as if his life is on the line if he doesn’t please you.
“You’ll gladly take anything I give you, huh?”
He nods, his head moving closer to the gun until you can see a slight outline of it in his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, slightly constricting against the black leather choker around his neck.
“Filthy… Disgusting…” you whisper under your breath, rubbing the tip of the gun on his tongue. Lohen swallows as if he wants to devour your words and make it a part of his being.
His head becomes dizzy, struggling to breathe as he chokes on the gun. You take it out slowly, allowing him to catch his breath. The glow from the lantern illuminates his swollen, cherry colored lips glistening with the gloss of his spit. Dear Archons, he looks so good with hair disheveled, panting to catch his breath, chest heaving, and fuck—
You toss the gun somewhere on the bed, causing the mattress to dip. Another weight adds onto the bed as you plant your knees on either side of Lohen’s lap, your lips catching his in a hungry kiss. Your tongue swipes across the drool that was left on his bottom lip before sinking your teeth. Lohen moans into your mouth, savoring your taste and the metallic flavor of either the blood or the metal— he doesn’t know anymore nor does he care.
Hands press against his toned stomach, feeling him through the thin white fabric. Your fingers fumbling the button of his dress shirt, forcing the garment open.
Lohen’s scarred hand tangles in your hair, pulling you harder into the kiss. His other hand anchoring himself on the bed due to the sheer force of your movement.
You trail kisses down his neck, his jaw, and when you land on his neck, you bite down hard. Lohen lets out a shaky breath neighboring a groan. His hand lands on your hips, massaging as if to encourage you further.
“Use me…” he breathes heavily in your ear. “Use me however you please.”
a/n: I'll get to writing full smut one day LOL, that day is just not today :P
He keeps fighting you for dominance every time you try to do anything intimate
Bondage? He’s going to struggle and wriggle like crazy
Orders? Of course he’s disobeying
A slap, a spank…? Hah, he’s taunting you and saying “it didn’t even hurt, hit me harder next time”
It’s a struggle, truly a struggle. Not once can you have a peaceful, soft play. He just had to run his mouth with no filter. But fuck— you liked that power play. All of it was worth it. The punishments, the toys, your sadistic side that gets to be fulfilled in the process of earning that moment where you get him all docile and submissive. And you knew— both of you knew— that he’s deliberately playing this losing game.
To watch his snarky remarks melt into the most pathetic whimpers, that fierce gaze producing glistening tears that roll down his cheeks. Or his mind and body slowly being conquered by you, turning into a lewd mess that couldn’t do anything but beg you for more. And the reward for every successful taming? Watching him all dazed and blushing uncharacteristically so, heaving because you were so rough he couldn’t breath. It was truly a wonderful sight.
“Such a dumb, stupid toy… always starting this meaningless fight. You just want to make me angry, don’t you?” You’d say, degrading him with insults that makes him snap back, yet also makes him shudder in ecstasy. He was so down bad.
“I don’t care ‘bout you getting angry, I just want a good time. And your normal self is way too boring—ahhNghh ♡” …and another slap, leaving behind a red imprint on his skin. No matter what he said, his face didn’t lie, and this bastard was smirking at you so annoyingly.
Guess this time, your objective will be to make him eat his own words and beg you for forgiveness ♥︎
He keeps fighting you for dominance every time you try to do anything intimate
Bondage? He’s going to struggle and wriggle like crazy
Orders? Of course he’s disobeying
A slap, a spank…? Hah, he’s taunting you and saying “it didn’t even hurt, hit me harder next time”
It’s a struggle, truly a struggle. Not once can you have a peaceful, soft play. He just had to run his mouth with no filter. But fuck— you liked that power play. All of it was worth it. The punishments, the toys, your sadistic side that gets to be fulfilled in the process of earning that moment where you get him all docile and submissive. And you knew— both of you knew— that he’s deliberately playing this losing game.
To watch his snarky remarks melt into the most pathetic whimpers, that fierce gaze producing glistening tears that roll down his cheeks. Or his mind and body slowly being conquered by you, turning into a lewd mess that couldn’t do anything but beg you for more. And the reward for every successful taming? Watching him all dazed and blushing uncharacteristically so, heaving because you were so rough he couldn’t breath. It was truly a wonderful sight.
“Such a dumb, stupid toy… always starting this meaningless fight. You just want to make me angry, don’t you?” You’d say, degrading him with insults that makes him snap back, yet also makes him shudder in ecstasy. He was so down bad.
“I don’t care ‘bout you getting angry, I just want a good time. And your normal self is way too boring—ahhNghh ♡” …and another slap, leaving behind a red imprint on his skin. No matter what he said, his face didn’t lie, and this bastard was smirking at you so annoyingly.
Guess this time, your objective will be to make him eat his own words and beg you for forgiveness ♥︎
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He keeps fighting you for dominance every time you try to do anything intimate
Bondage? He’s going to struggle and wriggle like crazy
Orders? Of course he’s disobeying
A slap, a spank…? Hah, he’s taunting you and saying “it didn’t even hurt, hit me harder next time”
It’s a struggle, truly a struggle. Not once can you have a peaceful, soft play. He just had to run his mouth with no filter. But fuck— you liked that power play. All of it was worth it. The punishments, the toys, your sadistic side that gets to be fulfilled in the process of earning that moment where you get him all docile and submissive. And you knew— both of you knew— that he’s deliberately playing this losing game.
To watch his snarky remarks melt into the most pathetic whimpers, that fierce gaze producing glistening tears that roll down his cheeks. Or his mind and body slowly being conquered by you, turning into a lewd mess that couldn’t do anything but beg you for more. And the reward for every successful taming? Watching him all dazed and blushing uncharacteristically so, heaving because you were so rough he couldn’t breath. It was truly a wonderful sight.
“Such a dumb, stupid toy… always starting this meaningless fight. You just want to make me angry, don’t you?” You’d say, degrading him with insults that makes him snap back, yet also makes him shudder in ecstasy. He was so down bad.
“I don’t care ‘bout you getting angry, I just want a good time. And your normal self is way too boring—ahhNghh ♡” …and another slap, leaving behind a red imprint on his skin. No matter what he said, his face didn’t lie, and this bastard was smirking at you so annoyingly.
Guess this time, your objective will be to make him eat his own words and beg you for forgiveness ♥︎
He keeps fighting you for dominance every time you try to do anything intimate
Bondage? He’s going to struggle and wriggle like crazy
Orders? Of course he’s disobeying
A slap, a spank…? Hah, he’s taunting you and saying “it didn’t even hurt, hit me harder next time”
It’s a struggle, truly a struggle. Not once can you have a peaceful, soft play. He just had to run his mouth with no filter. But fuck— you liked that power play. All of it was worth it. The punishments, the toys, your sadistic side that gets to be fulfilled in the process of earning that moment where you get him all docile and submissive. And you knew— both of you knew— that he’s deliberately playing this losing game.
To watch his snarky remarks melt into the most pathetic whimpers, that fierce gaze producing glistening tears that roll down his cheeks. Or his mind and body slowly being conquered by you, turning into a lewd mess that couldn’t do anything but beg you for more. And the reward for every successful taming? Watching him all dazed and blushing uncharacteristically so, heaving because you were so rough he couldn’t breath. It was truly a wonderful sight.
“Such a dumb, stupid toy… always starting this meaningless fight. You just want to make me angry, don’t you?” You’d say, degrading him with insults that makes him snap back, yet also makes him shudder in ecstasy. He was so down bad.
“I don’t care ‘bout you getting angry, I just want a good time. And your normal self is way too boring—ahhNghh ♡” …and another slap, leaving behind a red imprint on his skin. No matter what he said, his face didn’t lie, and this bastard was smirking at you so annoyingly.
Guess this time, your objective will be to make him eat his own words and beg you for forgiveness ♥︎
Warnings: reader has a cock, blow job (receiving), choking, deep throating, hair pulling, cum play (eating/on the face), teasing, degradation, dacryphilia, finger fucking, oral fixation, he’s a perv that loves you too much, mouth inspection
Him sucking you off under the table~ lots of oral fixation and cum play~
Word count: 4.1k
Sometimes, your boyfriend was worse than an animal in heat, and today was one of those days.
You were sitting at a desk, already preoccupied and busy when he decided he wanted it. Right now.
But instead of asking for sex like any normal person would, or by giving subtle hints, he decided it’d be a good idea to climb under the table and shove his face between your legs. His eyes stared right up at you with this fake-innocent look you were far too familiar with. “What are you scheming now.” You pushed your chair back a little and clicked your tongue at the sight, but still decided to give him the benefit of the doubt— big mistake there.
“Ohh I’m not. You just look kind of stressed out~” he leaned his cheek against your inner thigh, his hands coming up to rest on your legs, “I thought I’d help you… blow off some steam?” Truth be told, you knew from this point onwards you wont be able to finish whatever you were doing, yet you still resisted for the fun of it, “not right now, I’m busy. Get out from under there.”
“Booo, that’s no fun.” A pout formed on his face, and he opened his mouth wide, tilting his head back slightly to give you a better view. His hand reached up to point towards his tongue, as if that move was anywhere near necessary, “I can use my mouth~ I know you like it when I do.” The grin that followed was one of pure cheekiness and smug, self-confidence. And before you had the chance to voice your arguments, he smushed his face into your crotch.
His jaw was wide as he mouthed at your cock through your clothes, obviously not giving a damn about a right place or right time. “You— fuck…!” You couldn’t help the sharp hiss that slipped through, your fist slamming onto the table above him. “Hmmm〜♡” he hummed, eyes sparkling with mischief as he enjoyed himself. Like a worshipper at an altar, he lapped and sucked at you until he felt you hardening under his lips, then smirked all satisfied. That fuck-ass smirk, you were going to wipe it off his face at some point.
“Still gonna object?” He mumbled straight into your groin, making you shudder with goosebumps, the spots he’s been licking at were all soaked through with drool. “Not like you’ll stop even if I do.” A bead of precum seeped to the surface, and he moaned at the taste like some kind of cheap hooker. He couldn’t help himself, he just really adored your musk. “Mhmm~! Ahh… it’s been so long ♥︎♡ I missed the taste of you.” You clicked your tongue at the display, scoffing, “you just got a taste recently, the hell you on about?”
With his familiar sulking face, he snapped back at you, “that’s a long time for me.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling your scent as if drunk on it. A faint blush dusted his face and ears as he chuckled in satisfaction. “Are you some kind of incubus or what?” He didn’t answer that one, for he was too focused on freeing your cock from the cage that was your trousers. His hands twitched upwards for a split second, before a better idea crossed his mind. Why use his hands when he could just—
“…of course you had to be extra like that.” You stared down at him, both speechless and kind of impressed, watching him use his teeth to unzip your pants. It was a struggle to not use his hands, of course, but he knew something about it gets you all hot and bothered. He nuzzled into your crotch to open up your clothes some more, sticking by this self-imposed ‘no hands’ challenge.
Once he saw all the pre you were leaking through your underwear, he licked his lips in anticipation, “someone’s more eager than they’d like to admit.” You let out a breathy laugh, one hand coming up to tangle in his hair, your hold firm but not yet painful, “don’t think I haven’t noticed you are also hard.” Your foot pointed to his erection, to which he shrugged.
“I’m honest about my desires. If I want it—” his hands gripped your thighs a little tighter, his teeth pulling down the last layer of restraint that was hiding you from him. It was just enough for your arousal to spring out, right into his face. He took it even further though by holding it with one palm, and rubbing his cheeks against it, like a cat nuzzling up to something to mark their territory, “—I get it.”
The feeling of his soft cheeks actively rubbing against your sex was weirdly exciting. You knew he was a slut, but even then you’ve never seen him debase himself this much. “Is that all you’ll do? Snuggling against my cock? Fucking hell, it’s not a plushie.” After hearing your annoyed groan, he pressed a kiss to the tip, “you just can’t wait to see me use my mouth huh?”
He tilted his head to the side, his tongue darting out to lick along the ridge of your head. It seems he’s paying special attention to your tip, while one of his hands wrapped around your shaft and fisted it lazily. These kitten licks at your most sensitive area was nothing but his way of teasing, and you were close to just slamming his head down your cock. “If you’re going to start shit like this, finish it properly.” You both knew he could do so much better than this, do so much more stimulating things. After all, he knew your likes and preferences like he studied it.
“I started it? So it’s my fault that you’re like this?” The tip of his tongue flicked over your slit a few times, catching any precum that leaked from you, making your grip in his hair tighten by a fraction. “Fuck— who else but you, huh??” He grinned deviously, eyes half-lidded as he looked up at you, “I blame your self control.”
His taunt, paired with the erotic view of him whoring himself out on your cock—pleasuring you—was giving you mixed emotions. On one hand you wanted to punch him for how obnoxious he was, yet as soon as you’d see the needy, raw desire in his eyes, your anger just vaporizes.
With a low sigh, you began combing your fingers through his hair, a gesture a comforting one that made him purr, “if you don’t start sucking on it like you mean it soon, I’m going to give you reasons to blame my self control.” He jerked, as if a switch’d been turned, his voice a teasing melody that couldn’t hide his excitement, “is that a threat?” “For you? I think it’s more like a reward.” Touché, he couldn’t argue against that. So instead, he repositioned himself, his mouth hovering right over your cock, “then I better get to work ♡”
Next thing you know, he swallowed your tip inside his mouth, his cheeks puffing out a little from the stretch. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle though, he was used to taking way more than just that. For now, he was still fine with only the tip, his tongue flattening out against the underside as he sucked greedily. It was so warm and wet inside his oral cavity, you could barely help yourself. His actions only grew bolder at your obvious enjoyment, your length twitching inside him from time to time.
He made sure not to use his teeth as he slowly descended, his lips stretched tight around your girth. He slowed down a lot compared to the rushed beginning, mainly because his throat refused to work with him today. “Mmmhh…! Ah— hnNghh…” He mumbled, the struggle clear in his voice, saliva trailed down his chin all sloppily. You guessed he was cursing under his breath, but you couldn’t exactly understand him when he’s stuffed full with your dick. Nonetheless, the vibrations send a nice little shiver down your spine, and your hips bucked up unintended.
The sudden movement made him rip his eyes wide open, and he immediately pulled off, choking a little, “urghh…! *Kofff, koooff* damn you…” you didn’t stop him and allowed him to catch his breath, not without a snarky remark though, “too big for ya? Or is your throat uncooperative after yesterday?” He shot you a slight glare, which only prompted you to tease him more, “what, you screamed and cried so much, how could I forget? My ears are probably still bleeding because of it.”
Oh now you’ve done it, he was so gonna get back at you for that. Without a single word, he drove back in, this time he arrived at where he was before way faster. His grip on your legs tightened, his chest heaving as he tried to regulate his breathing before taking you deeper. At this point his jaw was starting to get sore, he really needed to up his game.
“Still tryna deep throat it all?” You chuckled, cupping his face to hold him there, thumbs rubbing circles into the sides of his head, massaging his temporalis muscle to help ease the strain. The soft caressed were a drastic contrast to the hot heat resting in his gullet, creating a dizzying sensation that unraveled him piece by piece.
His eyes watered as he made a rash decision of trying to just shove the rest of it in, which had him groaning and trembling around you, “mhmfffhh…!!” Tears glistened in his lower eyelid, so close to rolling down his flushed cheeks. “Is my poor baby gonna cry?” He shot you a fierce glare at that infantilizing tone, then deliberately used his teeth to scratch you lightly.
“Ah— fuck!” You exclaimed, gripping his roots for purchase. His scalp stung under your grip, and he whined out as a result. What he did didn’t necessarily hurt, it was just uncomfortable and kind of surprised you, “that’s it, no more playing nice.” You snapped, and shoved his head down until his nose was crushed against your pelvis, forcing him to take all of you in one impossibly deep descent. He immediately gagged at the feeling of your tip hitting his palate, stretching his throat and making itself home inside him.
“Mhmmmff?! HnngHh—!!” He cried out, squeezing his eyes shut as he desperately tried to learn how to breathe again, his throat refusing to take it and choking repeatedly. The tears from before finally spilled down that pretty face, mixing with the drool dripping from his chin. His fingers dug into your skin, nails breaking flesh and leaving behind bright marks. The boy also ‘hit’ you a few times in mock anger. Much like the frown he was showing you, there wasn’t any heat behind it, just him acting out like always.
You kept holding him down, unmoving. But that also meant he wasn’t allowed to move either, forcing him to accommodate you while basking in the sensation of it. “If you need a break, tap my thighs three times. Otherwise, I’m gonna keep going.” Then, you tugged the hair that’s been sticking to his temple back and asked, “did you hear me?”
He nodded weakly, still coughing and hiccuping, though not trying to pull back. Why would he, anyways? This was the best part of it all, he just adored it when you’d snap and use him like some toy. Not that he’d ever say it out loud. Even so he did appreciate how you always made sure to set a safe word.
His throat convulsed whenever he tried to gulp down the saliva and precum that was pooling in his mouth, the tightening sensation making you gasp in response. You gritted your teeth, trying hard to restrain yourself until he was ready. It was getting increasingly difficult, he just looked so damn cute impaled on you.
“Deep breaths, in and out. I don’t have all day. Or were you planning on cockwarming me?” You groaned when he still couldn’t get used to the stretch after a hot minute, then slapped the side of his head gently, “c’mon now. Are you even trying?” He was! He was trying! Why don’t you try deep throating something that was big enough for him to feel in his lungs? “MfffHhh… ngHhh..!!” He tried to bite back at you. At least his muffled complains were quite entertaining.
“Pfff, I can’t understand you anyway.” You laughed to yourself, then slowly began rolling your hips into his mouth. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” As if he’d believe that. You both knew he didn’t want it gentle. By now, he has adapted to the stretch, his throat widening visibly to make it fit. Just the thought was enough to rile you up, and seeing it physically was even more lewd. “…hmmm…uh-uhmNggHh~♡” He soon started bobbing his head up and down, in rhythm to your thrusts.
Whenever his nose met with your pelvis, and your cock hit another deep spot in his throat, he’d whimper so deliciously. His eyes squinted into this petulant pout, permanently glaring at you. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll cum soon.” You hummed, that expression was indeed pretty adorable and tempting, then you suggested, “shall we take it up a notch?” Before he could process what you meant by that, your other hand also tangled in his hair. With both hands now holding his scalp like some kind of makeshift leash, he didn’t need to guess what this was about.
You stopped with the lazy rolls and began fucking his face in earnest, pulling back until just the tip was in before shoving it all back down. “HnNghh—!! Ah-urghhmmm, g-guuuhh ♡♥︎♡” His eyes rolled back at the rough treatment, a series of whimpers escaping as his brain short circulated.
He was filled with you, everywhere, in the best way possible. His nose buried in your crotch, taking in your scent, his tongue tasting your fluids, his eyes and ears focused on your expressions and words, while his throat took your brutal thrusts. All of his senses were overwhelmed with nothing but you. It was to be expected that his body would protest against this perverted, nasty act, even if he was loving every single second of it. His throat kept fluttering around you, though it did only made you go harder.
The way his heart hammered in his chest was almost painful, like a never ending parade of drums. He could feel his air being punched out of him with every deep pound, everything in his larynx was burning like hell. By now, he was weeping freely, brows furrowed as he took what you gave with single-minded focus. His tongue trying it’s best to be proactive, to do something— yet your pace was so fast, he could barely react to it other than offering his body up to the one that will surely break him.
“You look so needy like this. So fucking sloppy.” You could barely hide your excitement as you used his tight mouth like some personal fleshlight, your vulgar words sending shivers straight to his groin, “like the taste of my cock? Like it when I fuck that pretty face of yours?” He couldn’t really answer verbally— of course he couldn’t, not with you filling him up to his nostrils, so all he did was nod meekly while moaning into your shaft.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Even now, with him unable to do anything but take it, you were provoking him on purpose. He couldn’t even think of a good comeback right now, because his mind was so overwhelmed. It felt like he was drowning, his vision darkening at the edges as your voice rang in his ears. His own neglected cock was painfully hard, dripping and soiling the floor below. At this rate, all this sensory overload was going to make him cum untouched. Yet there wasn’t a single place where he’d rather be than right here between your legs, sucking you off like the slut he was for you ♥︎
And soon enough, his efforts bore fruit. You were close, damn close to spilling it all over his tongue. A sharp gasp echoed from above while your arousal twitched insistently against the back of his throat. “Ugh— haha… good job, I’m close. Keep that mouth spread a little longer, yes? Or tap my thighs if you don’t want me to cum inside.” You warned him, and he just moaned louder. “Mhmmm〜 hmm… nGhhuuu—uGhhmmfff ♥︎♡” He could tell you were on the edge even before you told him so, since otherwise your thrusts wouldn’t have turned so messy.
And right now? You were fucking him like you were chasing your own high, like he was just a hole to use and ruin, drinking up his gasps and sobs with no regards to his comfort. Naturally he could have stopped you with a simple tap, yet why the heck should he? He was loving this! He wanted to feel your hot seed filling him from the inside, trailing down his gullet and making his eyes water even more. This was the sweetest reward he could ever ask for, so won’t you please cum already?
Your pace came to a sudden stop as you slammed your hips up into his face one last time, holding him still while your climax washed over you. The sounds and curses that slipped from your lips were like music to his ears. The hot spill of your cum was both pain and ecstasy, mixed into a terrifying cocktail that fucked up his senses. You were cumming so much, he’s been forced to swallow while it kept coming— and even then it soon spilled from the edges of his lips, dripping down his chin.
What a waste… he wanted to swallow it all...! Which is why his shaky hands left your thighs and formed a flat bowl beneath where you two were connected, a desperate try at catching all the astray drops of seed. The gulping action kept making his throat tighten around you, as if trying to milk you dry. And it was working way too well.
You panted heavily before pulling his head off of your cock, a little worried that he’ll actually suffocate otherwise since he was holding his breath. But you weren’t done yet and ended up painting his face with the rest of your load, leaving behind this glossy fluid that stuck to him like glue. Some of the stripes got onto his chest and clothes, some were clinging to his hair… you didn’t account for this when you made that move.
As you pushed him off, he immediately gagged while his lungs screamed for air, eyes squeezed shut as he felt that sticky, thick fluid coat his cheeks and eyelids. His face was burning at this point, which was why your cum felt cold when it hit him. A full body shudder coursed through him as he gasped and heaved, trembling uncontrollably. “Ah— ahhHngh…! Ah… *kofff kooofff—* hnngh-hic” he was still shuddering in the aftermath, having also climaxed from the sheer intensity of what just transpired~
You kept holding his head by his hair, your grip loosening only after you finished painting your masterpiece. He looked debauched— more than just perverted. He was an absolute wreck, ruined to the point of no return. And by the looks of it? He relished in the fact that it was you who broke him.
As if him tasting and swallowing your cum wasnt filthy enough, now you’ve gone and defiled his face as well… Was ‘self control’ ever in the room in the first place?! And what’s with that dreamy, sheepish look on his face? His eyes were all glazed over while he stared up at you blankly, his mouth still gaped open, displaying how much you’ve filled him while cum dripped down in rivulets. “You alright there? Did anything get in your eyes? Does your throat hurt?” You sighed, wearing a faint smile while scrubbing the ropes of cum near his eyes away with your thumb.
He closed his mouth and gulped loudly, a clump travelled down his gullet before he parted his lips again, sticking his tongue out to show the empty inside. “My throat’s fine, and my eyes were closed,” he answered, though his voice showed obvious signs of use. It sounded all rough now, evidence of the damage you’ve caused.
“You didn’t have to drink it.” You said, while rubbing your own fluids between your fingers. The consistency was a little gross, you wouldn’t personally eat it. “I had to, you were cumming right down my throat.” He snarled, but then began licking the residual sperm from his hands. “…do you even see what you are doing right now? Are you that addicted to my taste?” With a heavy, speechless sigh, you tilted his head up to face you, and wiped the rest of the white liquid off his face, “besides, isn’t there a much bigger problem here than your hands?”
He huffed slightly, mumbling a small ‘whatever’ as he let you take care of him, secretly enjoying this moment with a low rumble in his chest. Once you were done moving the most of the sperm from his skin onto your digits, you placed your thumb on his bottom lip, a silent signal for him to open his mouth again. And he did, grabbing your wrist with both hands, before licking your fingers clean like a starved, wanton thing.
“You are such a slut.” You chuckled playfully, and he bit your thumb in retaliation, “hmm~ only for you ♡” As a result, you pressed down onto the middle of his tongue to force his jaw to widen, snorting, “haven’t you learned from the first time? Or are you doing this on purpose?” He met your gaze head on and just smirked all smugly, arching his back from where he was kneeling. His legs were cramping a little, but he just ignored it.
You toyed with his mouth a some more, acting as if you were ‘inspecting’ whether he actually swallowed it all. Moving his head from side to side, glancing into his oral cavity while also accidentally shoving your fingers a little too deep, triggering his gag reflex. When he heard your laughter, he pulled a frustrated and somewhat flustered grimace. “Well, since you did such a good job blowing me, I’ll let you off easy this time,” you decided. It might have been your imagination, but you thought you saw a flash of disappointment in his eyes.
After pulling your fingers out again, you wiped them with a tissue, before doing the same for him. He looked kind of empty while receiving aftercare. It made you wonder if he was cooking up some strange plans again. Which, as you’d soon find out, was indeed the case.
He took one glance at your crotch and drove back in, licking a long stripe with his tongue flat against the underside of your still half hard cock, declaring all smugly, “since we are cleaning up right now, shall I do it for you?” You were in disbelief, frozen still for a second before saying, “…haaaah. Really, is my dick all that’s on your mind?”
“Yesshhhhh ♡♥︎ you could keep me down here all day if you want~ and i’ll drink it all up ♥︎♡♥︎” he said without missing a beat, already kissing the tip with a newfound enthusiasm. This was him trying to catch every drop he’s missed, retuning the favor of you wiping his face. He was being extra sloppy too by using a lot of spit, and it took no time until you were back at full length. It send involuntary shivers up your core, and you clasped a hand over your mouth to shut yourself up. It’s almost as if he wanted you to cum again.
“Haha… fuck no you don’t.” Suddenly, you pushed your chair back, grabbed his wrist and pulled him out from beneath the table. You weren’t going to let him act however he wanted forever, there’s a limit, and he crossed it way too many times. “The next load’s gonna be in here.” Your hand cupped his ass, groping it roughly, making him gasp in surprise. “Now bend over.”
Warnings: reader has a cock, blow job (receiving), choking, deep throating, hair pulling, cum play (eating/on the face), teasing, degradation, dacryphilia, finger fucking, oral fixation, he’s a perv that loves you too much, mouth inspection
Him sucking you off under the table~ lots of oral fixation and cum play~
Word count: 4.1k
Sometimes, your boyfriend was worse than an animal in heat, and today was one of those days.
You were sitting at a desk, already preoccupied and busy when he decided he wanted it. Right now.
But instead of asking for sex like any normal person would, or by giving subtle hints, he decided it’d be a good idea to climb under the table and shove his face between your legs. His eyes stared right up at you with this fake-innocent look you were far too familiar with. “What are you scheming now.” You pushed your chair back a little and clicked your tongue at the sight, but still decided to give him the benefit of the doubt— big mistake there.
“Ohh I’m not. You just look kind of stressed out~” he leaned his cheek against your inner thigh, his hands coming up to rest on your legs, “I thought I’d help you… blow off some steam?” Truth be told, you knew from this point onwards you wont be able to finish whatever you were doing, yet you still resisted for the fun of it, “not right now, I’m busy. Get out from under there.”
“Booo, that’s no fun.” A pout formed on his face, and he opened his mouth wide, tilting his head back slightly to give you a better view. His hand reached up to point towards his tongue, as if that move was anywhere near necessary, “I can use my mouth~ I know you like it when I do.” The grin that followed was one of pure cheekiness and smug, self-confidence. And before you had the chance to voice your arguments, he smushed his face into your crotch.
His jaw was wide as he mouthed at your cock through your clothes, obviously not giving a damn about a right place or right time. “You— fuck…!” You couldn’t help the sharp hiss that slipped through, your fist slamming onto the table above him. “Hmmm〜♡” he hummed, eyes sparkling with mischief as he enjoyed himself. Like a worshipper at an altar, he lapped and sucked at you until he felt you hardening under his lips, then smirked all satisfied. That fuck-ass smirk, you were going to wipe it off his face at some point.
“Still gonna object?” He mumbled straight into your groin, making you shudder with goosebumps, the spots he’s been licking at were all soaked through with drool. “Not like you’ll stop even if I do.” A bead of precum seeped to the surface, and he moaned at the taste like some kind of cheap hooker. He couldn’t help himself, he just really adored your musk. “Mhmm~! Ahh… it’s been so long ♥︎♡ I missed the taste of you.” You clicked your tongue at the display, scoffing, “you just got a taste recently, the hell you on about?”
With his familiar sulking face, he snapped back at you, “that’s a long time for me.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling your scent as if drunk on it. A faint blush dusted his face and ears as he chuckled in satisfaction. “Are you some kind of incubus or what?” He didn’t answer that one, for he was too focused on freeing your cock from the cage that was your trousers. His hands twitched upwards for a split second, before a better idea crossed his mind. Why use his hands when he could just—
“…of course you had to be extra like that.” You stared down at him, both speechless and kind of impressed, watching him use his teeth to unzip your pants. It was a struggle to not use his hands, of course, but he knew something about it gets you all hot and bothered. He nuzzled into your crotch to open up your clothes some more, sticking by this self-imposed ‘no hands’ challenge.
Once he saw all the pre you were leaking through your underwear, he licked his lips in anticipation, “someone’s more eager than they’d like to admit.” You let out a breathy laugh, one hand coming up to tangle in his hair, your hold firm but not yet painful, “don’t think I haven’t noticed you are also hard.” Your foot pointed to his erection, to which he shrugged.
“I’m honest about my desires. If I want it—” his hands gripped your thighs a little tighter, his teeth pulling down the last layer of restraint that was hiding you from him. It was just enough for your arousal to spring out, right into his face. He took it even further though by holding it with one palm, and rubbing his cheeks against it, like a cat nuzzling up to something to mark their territory, “—I get it.”
The feeling of his soft cheeks actively rubbing against your sex was weirdly exciting. You knew he was a slut, but even then you’ve never seen him debase himself this much. “Is that all you’ll do? Snuggling against my cock? Fucking hell, it’s not a plushie.” After hearing your annoyed groan, he pressed a kiss to the tip, “you just can’t wait to see me use my mouth huh?”
He tilted his head to the side, his tongue darting out to lick along the ridge of your head. It seems he’s paying special attention to your tip, while one of his hands wrapped around your shaft and fisted it lazily. These kitten licks at your most sensitive area was nothing but his way of teasing, and you were close to just slamming his head down your cock. “If you’re going to start shit like this, finish it properly.” You both knew he could do so much better than this, do so much more stimulating things. After all, he knew your likes and preferences like he studied it.
“I started it? So it’s my fault that you’re like this?” The tip of his tongue flicked over your slit a few times, catching any precum that leaked from you, making your grip in his hair tighten by a fraction. “Fuck— who else but you, huh??” He grinned deviously, eyes half-lidded as he looked up at you, “I blame your self control.”
His taunt, paired with the erotic view of him whoring himself out on your cock—pleasuring you—was giving you mixed emotions. On one hand you wanted to punch him for how obnoxious he was, yet as soon as you’d see the needy, raw desire in his eyes, your anger just vaporizes.
With a low sigh, you began combing your fingers through his hair, a gesture a comforting one that made him purr, “if you don’t start sucking on it like you mean it soon, I’m going to give you reasons to blame my self control.” He jerked, as if a switch’d been turned, his voice a teasing melody that couldn’t hide his excitement, “is that a threat?” “For you? I think it’s more like a reward.” Touché, he couldn’t argue against that. So instead, he repositioned himself, his mouth hovering right over your cock, “then I better get to work ♡”
Next thing you know, he swallowed your tip inside his mouth, his cheeks puffing out a little from the stretch. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle though, he was used to taking way more than just that. For now, he was still fine with only the tip, his tongue flattening out against the underside as he sucked greedily. It was so warm and wet inside his oral cavity, you could barely help yourself. His actions only grew bolder at your obvious enjoyment, your length twitching inside him from time to time.
He made sure not to use his teeth as he slowly descended, his lips stretched tight around your girth. He slowed down a lot compared to the rushed beginning, mainly because his throat refused to work with him today. “Mmmhh…! Ah— hnNghh…” He mumbled, the struggle clear in his voice, saliva trailed down his chin all sloppily. You guessed he was cursing under his breath, but you couldn’t exactly understand him when he’s stuffed full with your dick. Nonetheless, the vibrations send a nice little shiver down your spine, and your hips bucked up unintended.
The sudden movement made him rip his eyes wide open, and he immediately pulled off, choking a little, “urghh…! *Kofff, koooff* damn you…” you didn’t stop him and allowed him to catch his breath, not without a snarky remark though, “too big for ya? Or is your throat uncooperative after yesterday?” He shot you a slight glare, which only prompted you to tease him more, “what, you screamed and cried so much, how could I forget? My ears are probably still bleeding because of it.”
Oh now you’ve done it, he was so gonna get back at you for that. Without a single word, he drove back in, this time he arrived at where he was before way faster. His grip on your legs tightened, his chest heaving as he tried to regulate his breathing before taking you deeper. At this point his jaw was starting to get sore, he really needed to up his game.
“Still tryna deep throat it all?” You chuckled, cupping his face to hold him there, thumbs rubbing circles into the sides of his head, massaging his temporalis muscle to help ease the strain. The soft caressed were a drastic contrast to the hot heat resting in his gullet, creating a dizzying sensation that unraveled him piece by piece.
His eyes watered as he made a rash decision of trying to just shove the rest of it in, which had him groaning and trembling around you, “mhmfffhh…!!” Tears glistened in his lower eyelid, so close to rolling down his flushed cheeks. “Is my poor baby gonna cry?” He shot you a fierce glare at that infantilizing tone, then deliberately used his teeth to scratch you lightly.
“Ah— fuck!” You exclaimed, gripping his roots for purchase. His scalp stung under your grip, and he whined out as a result. What he did didn’t necessarily hurt, it was just uncomfortable and kind of surprised you, “that’s it, no more playing nice.” You snapped, and shoved his head down until his nose was crushed against your pelvis, forcing him to take all of you in one impossibly deep descent. He immediately gagged at the feeling of your tip hitting his palate, stretching his throat and making itself home inside him.
“Mhmmmff?! HnngHh—!!” He cried out, squeezing his eyes shut as he desperately tried to learn how to breathe again, his throat refusing to take it and choking repeatedly. The tears from before finally spilled down that pretty face, mixing with the drool dripping from his chin. His fingers dug into your skin, nails breaking flesh and leaving behind bright marks. The boy also ‘hit’ you a few times in mock anger. Much like the frown he was showing you, there wasn’t any heat behind it, just him acting out like always.
You kept holding him down, unmoving. But that also meant he wasn’t allowed to move either, forcing him to accommodate you while basking in the sensation of it. “If you need a break, tap my thighs three times. Otherwise, I’m gonna keep going.” Then, you tugged the hair that’s been sticking to his temple back and asked, “did you hear me?”
He nodded weakly, still coughing and hiccuping, though not trying to pull back. Why would he, anyways? This was the best part of it all, he just adored it when you’d snap and use him like some toy. Not that he’d ever say it out loud. Even so he did appreciate how you always made sure to set a safe word.
His throat convulsed whenever he tried to gulp down the saliva and precum that was pooling in his mouth, the tightening sensation making you gasp in response. You gritted your teeth, trying hard to restrain yourself until he was ready. It was getting increasingly difficult, he just looked so damn cute impaled on you.
“Deep breaths, in and out. I don’t have all day. Or were you planning on cockwarming me?” You groaned when he still couldn’t get used to the stretch after a hot minute, then slapped the side of his head gently, “c’mon now. Are you even trying?” He was! He was trying! Why don’t you try deep throating something that was big enough for him to feel in his lungs? “MfffHhh… ngHhh..!!” He tried to bite back at you. At least his muffled complains were quite entertaining.
“Pfff, I can’t understand you anyway.” You laughed to yourself, then slowly began rolling your hips into his mouth. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” As if he’d believe that. You both knew he didn’t want it gentle. By now, he has adapted to the stretch, his throat widening visibly to make it fit. Just the thought was enough to rile you up, and seeing it physically was even more lewd. “…hmmm…uh-uhmNggHh~♡” He soon started bobbing his head up and down, in rhythm to your thrusts.
Whenever his nose met with your pelvis, and your cock hit another deep spot in his throat, he’d whimper so deliciously. His eyes squinted into this petulant pout, permanently glaring at you. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll cum soon.” You hummed, that expression was indeed pretty adorable and tempting, then you suggested, “shall we take it up a notch?” Before he could process what you meant by that, your other hand also tangled in his hair. With both hands now holding his scalp like some kind of makeshift leash, he didn’t need to guess what this was about.
You stopped with the lazy rolls and began fucking his face in earnest, pulling back until just the tip was in before shoving it all back down. “HnNghh—!! Ah-urghhmmm, g-guuuhh ♡♥︎♡” His eyes rolled back at the rough treatment, a series of whimpers escaping as his brain short circulated.
He was filled with you, everywhere, in the best way possible. His nose buried in your crotch, taking in your scent, his tongue tasting your fluids, his eyes and ears focused on your expressions and words, while his throat took your brutal thrusts. All of his senses were overwhelmed with nothing but you. It was to be expected that his body would protest against this perverted, nasty act, even if he was loving every single second of it. His throat kept fluttering around you, though it did only made you go harder.
The way his heart hammered in his chest was almost painful, like a never ending parade of drums. He could feel his air being punched out of him with every deep pound, everything in his larynx was burning like hell. By now, he was weeping freely, brows furrowed as he took what you gave with single-minded focus. His tongue trying it’s best to be proactive, to do something— yet your pace was so fast, he could barely react to it other than offering his body up to the one that will surely break him.
“You look so needy like this. So fucking sloppy.” You could barely hide your excitement as you used his tight mouth like some personal fleshlight, your vulgar words sending shivers straight to his groin, “like the taste of my cock? Like it when I fuck that pretty face of yours?” He couldn’t really answer verbally— of course he couldn’t, not with you filling him up to his nostrils, so all he did was nod meekly while moaning into your shaft.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Even now, with him unable to do anything but take it, you were provoking him on purpose. He couldn’t even think of a good comeback right now, because his mind was so overwhelmed. It felt like he was drowning, his vision darkening at the edges as your voice rang in his ears. His own neglected cock was painfully hard, dripping and soiling the floor below. At this rate, all this sensory overload was going to make him cum untouched. Yet there wasn’t a single place where he’d rather be than right here between your legs, sucking you off like the slut he was for you ♥︎
And soon enough, his efforts bore fruit. You were close, damn close to spilling it all over his tongue. A sharp gasp echoed from above while your arousal twitched insistently against the back of his throat. “Ugh— haha… good job, I’m close. Keep that mouth spread a little longer, yes? Or tap my thighs if you don’t want me to cum inside.” You warned him, and he just moaned louder. “Mhmmm〜 hmm… nGhhuuu—uGhhmmfff ♥︎♡” He could tell you were on the edge even before you told him so, since otherwise your thrusts wouldn’t have turned so messy.
And right now? You were fucking him like you were chasing your own high, like he was just a hole to use and ruin, drinking up his gasps and sobs with no regards to his comfort. Naturally he could have stopped you with a simple tap, yet why the heck should he? He was loving this! He wanted to feel your hot seed filling him from the inside, trailing down his gullet and making his eyes water even more. This was the sweetest reward he could ever ask for, so won’t you please cum already?
Your pace came to a sudden stop as you slammed your hips up into his face one last time, holding him still while your climax washed over you. The sounds and curses that slipped from your lips were like music to his ears. The hot spill of your cum was both pain and ecstasy, mixed into a terrifying cocktail that fucked up his senses. You were cumming so much, he’s been forced to swallow while it kept coming— and even then it soon spilled from the edges of his lips, dripping down his chin.
What a waste… he wanted to swallow it all...! Which is why his shaky hands left your thighs and formed a flat bowl beneath where you two were connected, a desperate try at catching all the astray drops of seed. The gulping action kept making his throat tighten around you, as if trying to milk you dry. And it was working way too well.
You panted heavily before pulling his head off of your cock, a little worried that he’ll actually suffocate otherwise since he was holding his breath. But you weren’t done yet and ended up painting his face with the rest of your load, leaving behind this glossy fluid that stuck to him like glue. Some of the stripes got onto his chest and clothes, some were clinging to his hair… you didn’t account for this when you made that move.
As you pushed him off, he immediately gagged while his lungs screamed for air, eyes squeezed shut as he felt that sticky, thick fluid coat his cheeks and eyelids. His face was burning at this point, which was why your cum felt cold when it hit him. A full body shudder coursed through him as he gasped and heaved, trembling uncontrollably. “Ah— ahhHngh…! Ah… *kofff kooofff—* hnngh-hic” he was still shuddering in the aftermath, having also climaxed from the sheer intensity of what just transpired~
You kept holding his head by his hair, your grip loosening only after you finished painting your masterpiece. He looked debauched— more than just perverted. He was an absolute wreck, ruined to the point of no return. And by the looks of it? He relished in the fact that it was you who broke him.
As if him tasting and swallowing your cum wasnt filthy enough, now you’ve gone and defiled his face as well… Was ‘self control’ ever in the room in the first place?! And what’s with that dreamy, sheepish look on his face? His eyes were all glazed over while he stared up at you blankly, his mouth still gaped open, displaying how much you’ve filled him while cum dripped down in rivulets. “You alright there? Did anything get in your eyes? Does your throat hurt?” You sighed, wearing a faint smile while scrubbing the ropes of cum near his eyes away with your thumb.
He closed his mouth and gulped loudly, a clump travelled down his gullet before he parted his lips again, sticking his tongue out to show the empty inside. “My throat’s fine, and my eyes were closed,” he answered, though his voice showed obvious signs of use. It sounded all rough now, evidence of the damage you’ve caused.
“You didn’t have to drink it.” You said, while rubbing your own fluids between your fingers. The consistency was a little gross, you wouldn’t personally eat it. “I had to, you were cumming right down my throat.” He snarled, but then began licking the residual sperm from his hands. “…do you even see what you are doing right now? Are you that addicted to my taste?” With a heavy, speechless sigh, you tilted his head up to face you, and wiped the rest of the white liquid off his face, “besides, isn’t there a much bigger problem here than your hands?”
He huffed slightly, mumbling a small ‘whatever’ as he let you take care of him, secretly enjoying this moment with a low rumble in his chest. Once you were done moving the most of the sperm from his skin onto your digits, you placed your thumb on his bottom lip, a silent signal for him to open his mouth again. And he did, grabbing your wrist with both hands, before licking your fingers clean like a starved, wanton thing.
“You are such a slut.” You chuckled playfully, and he bit your thumb in retaliation, “hmm~ only for you ♡” As a result, you pressed down onto the middle of his tongue to force his jaw to widen, snorting, “haven’t you learned from the first time? Or are you doing this on purpose?” He met your gaze head on and just smirked all smugly, arching his back from where he was kneeling. His legs were cramping a little, but he just ignored it.
You toyed with his mouth a some more, acting as if you were ‘inspecting’ whether he actually swallowed it all. Moving his head from side to side, glancing into his oral cavity while also accidentally shoving your fingers a little too deep, triggering his gag reflex. When he heard your laughter, he pulled a frustrated and somewhat flustered grimace. “Well, since you did such a good job blowing me, I’ll let you off easy this time,” you decided. It might have been your imagination, but you thought you saw a flash of disappointment in his eyes.
After pulling your fingers out again, you wiped them with a tissue, before doing the same for him. He looked kind of empty while receiving aftercare. It made you wonder if he was cooking up some strange plans again. Which, as you’d soon find out, was indeed the case.
He took one glance at your crotch and drove back in, licking a long stripe with his tongue flat against the underside of your still half hard cock, declaring all smugly, “since we are cleaning up right now, shall I do it for you?” You were in disbelief, frozen still for a second before saying, “…haaaah. Really, is my dick all that’s on your mind?”
“Yesshhhhh ♡♥︎ you could keep me down here all day if you want~ and i’ll drink it all up ♥︎♡♥︎” he said without missing a beat, already kissing the tip with a newfound enthusiasm. This was him trying to catch every drop he’s missed, retuning the favor of you wiping his face. He was being extra sloppy too by using a lot of spit, and it took no time until you were back at full length. It send involuntary shivers up your core, and you clasped a hand over your mouth to shut yourself up. It’s almost as if he wanted you to cum again.
“Haha… fuck no you don’t.” Suddenly, you pushed your chair back, grabbed his wrist and pulled him out from beneath the table. You weren’t going to let him act however he wanted forever, there’s a limit, and he crossed it way too many times. “The next load’s gonna be in here.” Your hand cupped his ass, groping it roughly, making him gasp in surprise. “Now bend over.”
in which cove is an open book, and you have always known what he likes. fortunately for you, you're also well aware of what you want.
♡ nsfw, no au, gn + afab or amab reader
♡ sub / service top cove + gentle dom bottom reader
♡ pre-established relationship, oral sex (reader receiving), mostly vanilla save for cove's anklet fixation bleeding into brief foot worship(?)
you are many, many things - but you aren't stupid.
perhaps it was because you saw a bit of yourself in the way your neighbor and closest friend acted around you, but you've known cove has had a crush on you for quite a while. of course, you'd never want to pressure him into anything without a bit of delicacy, and so you resigned to wait for him to tell you instead at the ripe age of 13.
it's been about seven years since then. he still hasn't told you. even after you moved in together, got pets together, started sharing a bed - he has not told you.
and you are many, many things - but you aren't completely patient, either.
as fun as all the sneaky glances and playful banter that this cat-and-mouse game has granted you are, you're not about to pretend that this is all you want. and you've known cove long enough to know when he wants something too - especially when it's something he feels like he can't have.
so thus begins your grand plan to let him know that you're something - someone - that he is very allowed to have.
from leaving your nicest underwear in plainest view in the wash during his laundry days to spending your mornings in practically nothing when you're on breakfast duty, every hint you hurl at him couldn't be more glaringly obvious. you're sure he knows that you're up to something - after all, it's not like he's stupid either although you're working on changing that.
but, stubborn as ever, he still refuses to make a move.
and with how impatient you can be, you're getting sick of playing the long game with him. therefore, you've decided that you won't play at all - you'll just have to set up the stage for him to reap the rewards himself.
so here you find yourself, curled up in your shared bed - he really has gotten better at that - with...
...a vibrator pressed against your clit.
...your fingers wrapped around your cock.
short breaths punch out from your lungs as you shiver, feeling another lightning-bolt shock of pleasure lap against your nerves. shifting your legs to spread open further draws a high whimper out of you as your head turns, face pressed into cove's pillow as you steadily work yourself to climax.
"ohh f- fuck, cove-" you whine, teeth aching to dig into more than just his pillowcase. the little lace number you'd done yourself up in today clings to your sweat-damp skin, and your chest heaves against the thin straps with every curl of pleasure that digs into your core. "c'mon, fuck, fffuck- yyeah, mhm, mhm mhm-"
magma flows through your blood as you arch up and cry out, a rambled covecovecove spilling from parted lips as you cum. you collapse against the sheets, flushed and fucked out, riding out your orgasm in soft squelches of sweat and cum against trembling fingers.
your timing couldn't have been more perfect. footsteps are padding up the stairs, and the door creaks open with a high shriek that easily snaps you out of your reverie.
and there cove holden stands, face cherry-red and grip on the doorknob white-knuckled. you feign a drowsy blink, sitting up and letting the blanket fall from your shoulders.
cove swallows, hard. "uh- hey. so you, you're busy, and- and i walked in at a really bad time, and so i'm just gonna go soyoucanpretendyouneversawm-"
"cove," you interrupt, voice a breathless sigh as you put on your best pleading face. "please."
a crinkle of your brow, a whine in your tone. "fuck me."
an unintelligible sound leaves him, followed by a tiny, "...okay."
there's little that could delight you more than watching his eyes finally, finally pour over your body as if he'd been holding back, drinking in all of you without so much as a detail spared. his steps as he wobbles towards you are unsteady in gait, not so much as a breath leaving him as he reaches out to you.
"did-" he starts, running his tongue over dry lips before he continues. "did you want me to, um-?"
"yes," you groan, partially out of relief that he finally got the hint and partially out of the need to have this man on you. "please, cove. you've- we've been at this long enough. i don't wanna wait anymore."
as you speak, your feet push off the blanket still draped over your legs. under the dim light of your bedroom, the thin band of silver secured around your ankle glints playfully.
and he notices. he doesn't say anything, but you know he saw it because the shudder that convulses through him is a delicious sight. without a word, he pushes the rest of the blanket aside and lifts the back of your calf with one hand, the other keeping him balanced on the bed as he gazes at the anklet with no little amount of pure want.
"can- can i?" he asks, voice suddenly hoarse. you nod, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, but if cove notices then he doesn't mention it as he presses a kiss to the side of your leg, just shy of the jewelry as his lips quiver against your skin.
then his hand finds its way under your foot, pushing your leg back against you just so as he kisses the top of your feet almost reverently. the sight of it sends a shiver through you,
your pussy clenching around nothing as you whine.
your cock throbbing as your fingers curl into the sheets.
watching him at your feet, at your mercy, is almost enough to make you cum on the spot. thankfully, you're able to show a bit of restraint as you remember how to breathe again.
"cove," you murmur, and he blinks up almost lazily at you from where his gaze was once fixed on your jewelry.
"mm?"
"quit making me wait." your voice hardens into something just a little firmer, a slight indicator that you're done playing these games, and you watch him gulp as he nods stiffly.
"okay," he replies, a dry rasp. "can i- um. can i taste you-?"
there we go, your mind practically cries as you nod eagerly, parting your legs in invitation. cove's gaze fixes on your cunt / cock, and you watch as his eyes blow wide. there's the slightest tick in his cheek; his jaw clenching, then unclenching as he draws in an unsteady breath.
"okay," he repeats. "okay."
his head dips low, eyes suddenly fixing on you like a red dot, and his breath ghosts against your inner thighs as he whispers, "are you sure-?"
"cove, for god's sake," you mutter as one hand goes to wind through his hair in a startling show of confidence, "if your mouth isn't on me in the next five seconds, i'm going to fucking ruin you."
cove shivers at that.
"oh- okay, yup, got it, no more talking," he rambles as his hands migrate to lift under your thighs, providing the perfect position for him to eat you out / suck you off. for a moment, he sits there, eyes unmoving from your aching sex, and you begin to wonder if he really isn't going to do anything again after all.
then the flat of his tongue presses against you, dead center, and you choke back a loud moan as your fingers go rigid, fisting into his hair with little of the restraint you used to be so good at.
"ohhhh, fuck- yeah, yeah-" you cry, a guttural sound that leaves him whimpering between your thighs. "more, cove, more, jus' like that-"
cove's tongue wastes no time in diving between your puffy folds, fucking into your soaking cunt with no abandon. loud, unbidden moans vibrate against your clit as his nose presses against it, your juices spilling into his eager mouth without so much as a warning.
cove's mouth, warm and wet and so needy, wraps around the tip of your cock and sinks down onto you, tongue laving over your length as his throat tightens around you. obscene slurping noises fill the somewhat-silence as his nose bumps against your navel.
it takes everything in you not to cum right then and there, one hand tugging at his hair as you grind your sex into his willing mouth. his moans send pulses of need tightening in your stomach, eyes fluttering back as you lose sight of him in favor of the blinding white that bursts in spots behind your eyelids.
"cove, cove, covecovecove-" you sob, fucking into his mouth as your moans break off into high whimpers. "fffffuck, fuck- 'm gonna cum, 'm g'nna- fuck, fuckfuck-"
"mmf- plea'e-" cove mumbles, muffled and hot against your cunt / cock. "cum f'r me, plea- f'ck, please-"
you nod in a frenzy, letting the pleasure consume all your senses as you wail out a loud moan, your orgasm ramming into you like a freight train.
you can't help it - your pussy flutters around his tongue as you squirt down his throat.
your cock slams down his throat without warning as your cum shoots down his mouth.
cove's loud whine is muffled by the press of your sex into his mouth, effectively shutting him up and leaving the room to be filled by your sounds. your hips twitch as you slowly come down from your climax, still canting up into his mouth even as your grip on his hair loosens.
his tongue runs over your cunt / cock as he cleans you up, quiet hums vibrating against you as he slowly pulls back. a hoarse gasp leaves him once he fully tugs himself away from you, brow beading with sweat as he gazes up at you.
"that- was that- did i do...good?" he pants softly, tongue running over his lips. all you can do is nod, feeling the delicious warmth beginning to ebb in favor of reality seeping in.
slowly, you begin to sit up. cove's quick to guide you up, hand splayed against the small of your back as he frets over you. despite the way your heart flutters at the gesture, your mind is focused on something else.
"did you want me to...?" you trail off, eyes glancing down to his pants. cove's face blooms in a pretty flush as he shakes his head.
"i, um- i already..." he mumbles, looking away from your face as the tips of his ears burn. recognition slowly sets in as your eyes widen, and you can't help but laugh as you pull him into you by the shoulders.
"you are so cute," you giggle breathlessly, tucking your face into his shoulder. you feel him relax as his head slumps against you, chest heaving against yours.
"does this, um," he starts, lashes fluttering against your skin as his exhale brushes against the lace on your shoulder. "does this- did this mean anything to...i- i just mean that- did you want to-"
"yes, cove," you murmur, voice buoyed by the sudden warmth that's filled your ribs. "if you'd want to, then i'd like to be more than this. with you."
cove lets out a sound between a sob and a laugh as his arms wrap around you, palms flat against you as he pulls you in close. dampness finds your skin, and you don't have to look at him to know he's crying. your arms wrap around him, cheek pressed against the side of his neck as you beam and murmur to him that you two should probably get cleaned up.
so the saying goes, patience is a virtue; so is ambition.
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Thoma’s fingers shake as he continues writing on his notepad. This is his job, he has to get used to this at some point.
He observes, then he writes.
This is Thoma’s first time being directly assigned to someone. After all his hard work, he’s finally been promoted and is considered capable enough to handle humans.
His first mission is already a freebie, since his goal only concerns a single human, unlike the others who were known professionals who take more than he can even imagine.
The cupid follows you, continuing to take note of the things you do. He’s been doing this for a week now, his notepad filled with random information about you. He knows of your likes and dislikes, your hobbies, your measurements, your schedule…
Of course, it’s just because of his job. He doesn’t…see you in that way.
At this point, the time he’s taking to have you fall in love with someone else is already exceeding the average. He tells himself that it’s just to be careful, that he didn’t want to mess up his first day on the job. However, he can’t hide it from himself that he’s getting cold feet.
If it was Kazuha, he would have helped by whispering verses of love that could increase their human’s possibility of their confession being accepted.
On the other hand, his senior Ayato, would indirectly signal to their human by suggesting what clothes to wear, heightening their confidence about themselves.
Lastly, Miko would be the type to slip something in their human’s drink that would make them feel and look more seductive.
None of those suited Thoma. He’s not great with words to begin with, always seeming to overthink what it is that he says. He’s also not well-versed in the type of clothing that humans wear, so he can’t help in that area.
He sighs. While he could use gadgets that would make this mission easier, that didn’t seem fair or natural.
It doesn’t even look like you need his help anyways. You seem to be doing fine on your own. The only problem was, he doesn’t know who would be the perfect match for you.
Unfortunately, time is running out. He needs to fill up your love meter at the end of the day.
He decides based on what he knows. Your coworker looks the closest to you. All he needs to do is to shoot you with an arrow, and make sure that they’re the first person you see right after, giving you that little boost to profess the hidden love you have within your heart. Then, his objective is reached.
Thoma waits, aiming the arrow while you get out of your car. He sees you fix your hair, bending slightly so you can look into the mirror of your car. He takes a deep breath, swallowing all the anxiety away.
After parking your car, he readies his bow. He knows that your coworker will pass by this area at this time since there’s a meeting that’s scheduled for them today.
“Alright,” He whispers to himself, letting go of the arrow as soon as you exit your vehicle.
The arrow flies straight, hitting your chest directly. You stand there quietly, a weird feeling bursting from your chest. It’s a normal side-effect, so he doesn’t worry.
As he predicted, the coworker exits the building and notices you. They’re only a few feet away.
He counts the seconds left until your eyes meet…your body staying still as they walk towards you.
Everything was going to plan.
Was.
A car enters the parking lot, beeping for you to get away.
Oh no. This cannot be happening.
Your mind is still stunned, needing a few more seconds to recover.
His jaw drops in worry. No way the first human he gets assigned to dies because of an external factor.
He panics. He can’t let you die, but Thoma can’t be seen by humans either!
It’s one or the other. Either way, he’s screwed.
He’ll for sure get suspended for this.
Thoma goes quickly, grabbing your body in his hands and flying away from the situation. He made sure your coworker didn’t see anything, though disappearing out of nowhere is still suspicious.
He bites the bottom of his lips, his tiny wings fluttering in worry…
“Uhm, excuse me?”
Thoma looks down to see you conscious, still trapped in his arms.
He abruptly lets go, unsure of what to say as you stare at him. His wings shy away, this is the first time he’s been seen by a human. Thoma gazes down at the floor, waiting for you to say anything.
“Are you alright?” You question.
“I—Yeah! I-I’m fine!”
The guide to becoming a cupid never said anything about this!
“You know, you’re really pretty.” You blurt out.
Thoma laughs awkwardly, heat starting to show in his cheeks.
“Thank you…”
A compliment. A human is complimenting him. God, you’re complimenting him.
“Do you always wear that?” You ask, eyeing him from top to bottom.
Thoma nods at your question, starting to get embarrassed by what he’s wearing. It’s a lot different and more showy than what humans usually wear.
“You’re not going to introduce yourself?”
Thoma blinks.
Is he supposed to?
“I’m Thoma…I’m a cupid.”
He waits for you to react aggressively. You didn’t.
Instead, you tug the white fabric of his clothes and you look up at him to ask permission.
“S-Sorry. Is there a problem?” Thoma asks, letting you control his body.
You shook your head. Your hands hover over his body, framing it before touching skin against skin. He gasps a short and tense breath.
He stares into your eyes and decides that can’t do it anymore. He squeaks, accidentally letting go of his prized notepad, landing between your feet.
“Oh, you dropped this…huh.” Thoma looks anxious as you keep reading its contents.
“Cupid, you’ve been stalking me?”
You’re not mad, not at all. After all, how could you when a handsome fellow swoops in to save you? Granted, he was the one who put you in danger—
Still, the stressed angel in front of you doesn’t look like he means any harm. Especially not with the notes written on the papers…
Come on, cute doodles of you? Your favorite ice cream flavor?
“You were setting me up?” You conclude.
He nods.
“Thoma, you do know that coworker is married, right?”
The cupid blinks at you, wondering if he heard wrong.
“There’s a ring on his finger. Did you not see?”
He thinks, and then he realizes. You’re right.
He bows his head apologizing profusely.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m glad that at least ended with me meeting you.” You reassure.
“No, no. It isn’t supposed to be like this…” He sighs in disappointment.
“At this point, your love meter won’t be filled!” He exclaims.
You stand still, a soft giggle slipping out of you that turns into a loud laugh.
“I’m sorry. A what?” That name was obnoxious.
“I didn’t name it!” He argues. The more Thoma spends more of his time with you, the more he feels his chest aches.
“Right, right. So, how exactly do you fill it up?”
…
Thoma can’t see a single thing, red cloth covering his eyes.
His hands are tied behind his back. It’s silent, he can’t even hear your breathing to calm him down.
He understands that’s the point, to make him feel more sensitive, he’s…written about these in his notes.
That you’re that kind of lover who enjoys these kinds of things.
“I wonder, how much is it that you know about me?”
A lot, Thoma wants to answer. Though he shuts his mouth, knowing he’ll get into trouble if he says anything out of turn.
“Are you a pervert, Thoma?”
He shakes his head.
You hum disappointedly. “You’re not being honest. Should I read what this note says?”
His body tenses up. “W-What note?”
“Spying on me while I pleasure myself. Don’t you think that’s perverted?”
He’s glad he can’t see your face, he knows you’re shaming him and he won’t be able to take it to see you eyeing him like that.
Your hand slowly caresses his thigh, nothing extreme yet but he knows how this’ll end up.
“Pretty wings.”
A slight pinch of his wings sends the cupid whining, his whole body trembling. “D-Don’t…”
“Do all cupids act this slutty or is it just you?”
“My wings are sensitive…” He says, as if you can’t tell that already.
“Such soft feathers.”
He’s never been touched there intimately. His body reacts almost as if he was under some sort of love spell. Thoma’s body moves as you brush your fingers carefully. You were being gentle, yet somehow that annoys the cupid, he’s not that delicate.
He muffles the sounds emerging from his throat by pressing his face on the pillow. He doesn’t like hearing himself sound so whorish…for the lack of a better term. He writhes on the bed, laying on his stomach while he lets you have your way with him. His ass beautifully bouncing with each nudge.
His cock grinds on the soft cushion, the friction immensely satisfying him, a whimper spewing out. After a while his hips start moving on their own, the teasing of his wings getting to his mind.
“Are you that desperate, angel?”
“It feels good…” He says, moving away from the pillow. He can’t see it but he’s well aware of how he’s drooling on it.
“Alright, I’ll let you.”
He lets out a grateful hum, his wings fluttering as he positions himself. He then squirms as bright light greets him, your fingers taking off the blindfold. Thoma’s taken by surprise, seeing your smile and lifting his body up with ease.
The ties on his wrists make it difficult to resist. Not that he wants to, anyways.
You position him to face you, his hands still behind his back.
“Do it then, since you’re so desperate to get yourself off.”
His mouth gapes, not sure how to reply.
“I-In front of you?” He can’t even look you straight in the eye even when just having a normal conversation and you want him to…do that when he’s positioned like this?
“Must I remind you what your notes say again?” You tease.
“N-No! It’s okay. I’ll do it.” Thoma states.
He grits his teeth, his face burning while he starts moving his lower half.
He’s shaking but it’s more due to the fact that you’re staring at him while he moves his body as if he’s performing for you. He wishes he could put the blindfold back, to at least relieve himself of the humiliation and pretend that you aren’t there.
He can’t cover his mouth or his eyes, forced to sink in the shame.
Thoma’s not good at this, his movements are sloppy, and each tingle he feels has him needing to stop and take a breath before he could continue even further.
You’re not saying anything, just looking at him with boredom in your eyes. He worries. Did he do something wrong? Is he taking longer than you expected?
And just like that, he crumbles.
“P-Please look at me.” He begins to quicken himself, allowing his mouth to let out whatever lewd sounds it wants.
He looks at you, eyes half-lidded from how he knows that each thrust on the bed succumbs him even deeper and closer to his climax.
His pleas eventually mix with moaning. His voice gets louder as he chants your name, as if he’s fucking you when in reality all he’s doing is humping the bed pathetically.
Shit.
With a sultry whine, Thoma’s drenched in white.
White that matches his skin, his wings, his tears.
He trembles looking at you for some sort of approval. He excitedly awaits your response, seeing you come towards him.
“Great job.” The cupid expects a pat on the head with those words, though what comes after was more surprising.
A soft kiss planted on his lips, perfectly soothing away all his worries. The cupid’s heart feeling as if he’s the one struck with the arrow.
