Love to See You Squirm // Kise Ryōta x Fem!Reader
MDNI 18+ knb kinktober entry!
A/N: first kinktober entry ever ahhh!! <333
Context: Learning that you like to be tied up might have been the best thing that ever happened to you.
Warnings: Hard dom!Kise x Rope bunny! reader, bonding, pussy eating, fingering, nipple play, reader has a praise kink, use of "slut" and "whore" (affectionately)
You are, without any reasonable doubt, the most precious thing on Earth. Ryōta would die on that hill – everything from the soft purr of his name coming out of your plump lips to the plush of your body drives him crazy. How can he not be a mad man when you exist? A beautiful doll in the hold of his slender fingers, so obediently nodding at his every word, his favourite toy, undoubtedly.
He could shiver at the sight of the golden rope digging in your flesh, holding your legs spread for him, the sweet whimpering sounds coming out of your lips drawing a soft chuckle out of him.
“Doll, use your words. You know I love that pretty voice of yours.” He smiles with so much kindness, almost as if he’s not the one who’s tied you like that, a smile of pure pleasure plastered on his lips at the sight of his work of art.
“Touch me, Ryo!” you whine desperately.
It’s almost painful to sit there, splayed open, your leaking cunt on display for his golden eyes and begging for attention in a complete state of depravity. And you want to reach for him, pull him on top of you just for the solace of feeling his skin against yours – but you can’t. And you’re to blame, entirely.
It was on a random night with your boyfriend that you came to learn of something that you didn’t know about yourself. It started fairly innocent; when he had your hands tied in your back with his expensive tie – the silk soft against your skin at first till he tugged on it harder to bound you. You were immobilized, squirming under his grip while he had his way, sweet coos in your ear. “Ah, ah... be good and take it.” “Here you go, such an obedient slut...” And boy, you never came so hard in your life. It was then that it became evident that you liked to be tied up and when that knowledge came upon Ryōta’s mind, it wasn’t long till he learned how to bond you.
He’s always been a fast learner, anyway. It’s not much of a surprise that he knows how to tie you in the best quality rope, cutting the circulation where it should, splaying you wide open for his own enjoyment, restraining your moves so you squirm desperately under his ministration.
“Shit babe, look at you...” his voice is soft against your skin, a teasing finger tracing your quivering lips. “You’re really losing your mind here, aren’t you?”
He chuckles, fingers trailing down your throat, your clavicles, and finding the rope tied between your breasts – pushing them out, making them awfully sensitive. Your skin is on fire, even more when he reaches your hardened nipples. What a curious thing, he ponders, flicking over your swollen buds as if your body is an experiment and he is the scientist. He touches, teases and observes.
Ah, what a sweet sound you make when he pinches your nipple. It’s even cute, the way you squirm, but fail to move as you truly wish. It’s more like a failed attempt at pushing your chest into his malicious hands, than anything else.
Pathetic, that you are at every tug on your sensitive buds, the high-pitched expression of your desperation being the kind of entertainment he can’t get enough of.
And the minute his hand reaches lower, closer to your aching cunt, all you can do is beg.
“Ryō, please! Need to feel you...”
“Yeah? My pussy has been quite neglected, hasn’t it?” he coos, giving you a mere surface touch. But it is well enough for him to understand the extent of your need.
He’s surprised himself at the sight of his slick-covered digits – he’s barely touched you, and you’re already dripping. That fact itself makes him elated, coming to kiss you urgently. You’re surprised – it’s not like him to indulge in a kiss like that. But you aren’t one to complain, not when you can finally feel him. His soft tongue against yours, ecstasy peppered on your taste buds. You whine – you can’t touch him, but you want to. You want to run your fingers in his soft blond locks, pulling him closer so he can engulf you entirely. You can cry when he pulls away, the lost of contact making your soul ache. He’s right here, yet you miss him so much.
“Shit... look how easily I can slide in!” he laughs, happy at how you take his finger so suddenly.
He’s not one to give you a warning, anyways. You don’t know whether to cry from how good it feels to finally feel him in your cunt, or from that unsufferable need for more. More, more, more!
You feel insane, like a beast in heat. All you can do is twist and writhe, your hands tied in your back holding the sheets for dear life as he continues to push his fingers in and out of your sweet cave.
“You were made to take my fingers, aren’t you?”
You nod, unable to deny what is certainly a truth. The way your walls cling to his digits, inviting them in so warmly is a testament of his words.
“Such a good slut f’me...” He mutters, leaving a kiss on your thigh, right next to where the rope digs in your flesh. You buck your hips forward, a silent demand for his mouth on you.
His golden eyes glimmer between your legs, almost as if he’s read your mind. Maybe he did, what would you know? At this point, you don’t care much about things that made sense. That unquenchable thirst for Ryōta is in itself proof of your insanity. Can one be so much in need for a man? And he reads right through you. Something about the sight of you like that – that thin layer of sweat on your skin from all your squirming, the scent of your drench pussy so close to his face, the red tint in your skin contrasting with the gold of the rope. Your eyes are pleading, but you know he won’t indulge you unless you speak up. But it’s hard! Oh, so hard to utter any word in the state you’re in.
“Ask for it” you hear his voice from above you, the loss of his touch making you feel empty.
He’s so pretty, hovering your body like that; yet, so intimidating you can’t help to surrender. You are so defenceless, anyway. All of your thoughts busy with him – his fingers, his lips, his tongue. Oh, do you crave him, so bad.
“Can you eat me up, please?” you ask in a meek voice.
It’s cute, frankly. He softly laughs, a gentle hand cradling your face like he’s handling crystal. Your doe eyes scan his face in search of his intention, praying with all your soul that he’ll fold.
“Ah, pretty... you’re so good, aren’t you?” He sighs, settling back between your legs. He hums, the sweet perfume of your nectar sending him on a cloud. “All polite and cute. Look at this, how can I not feast on that pussy, hm?”
His words are punctuated to a teasing flick of his tongue on your swollen clitoris, the simple action making you shiver. You’re so sensitive that you could cry, and nothing could make the handsome blond happier. And when he finally gives your leaking folds a languid lick, you could pass out on the spot. The song of your moans vibrates in your bedroom while your boyfriend makes out with your cunt. His tongue moves graciously, dancing on the sensitive surface of your core – a sharp contrast with the not-so-gracious way you squirm at his actions. He chuckles, soothing voice resonating against your seeping hole.
“Shh... be good. You want me to continue, right? Can’t keep me away from that sweet pussy...”
He hums, your delectable nectar dripping on his tongue. He can do this all the day, frankly. Hell, if you weren’t restrained, you might have found yourself having to physically pull him away from his well-earned place between your thighs. But you can’t; all you can do is let out lewd sounds – proof of your pleasure.
“Taste so fucking good... shit.”
He sighs dramatically, the shadow of a groan hiding at the back of his throat. Eating you out like that, seeing you wide open for him, the sight of your gorgeous cunt... all of it making him painfully hard. He curses himself when he realises that he’s been unconsciously grinding against the bed sheets, not wanting to let you know that despite his seemingly calm, he is probably just as desperate as you. The need to fill your pussy with his hard cock intoxicates him, and he channels his frustrations with all the flicks and licks of his wet tongue against your heat.
You shudder, your orgasm pending. It builds in the depth of your stomach, muscles of your pelvis contracting while you cry for some release. It doesn’t help when he dips his tongue in your hole, walls clenching around the wet muscles like they were trying to keep it captive.
“Gonna come, hm? That’s a good whore, make a mess on my face.”
You barely get to process his crude paroles that you find yourself under the assault of your orgasm. You move, shake desperately, in a pathetic attempt to control your bonded body. Your moans become whines, and whines become cries when you finally snap.
“Ryōta!” you cry, unable to even recognise your own voice at the moment.
Your juices coating the rope that wraps in your inner thighs, and your tears of pleasure mixing with your sweat – fuck, how he wishes to eat you whole, let the salt on your skin linger on his tongue eternally. He holds your thighs, restraining you squirms as you navigate through your high, covering his face in your honey. He laps at all that you give him – a blessing really, if you ask him.
“You did so good, so good...” he whispers in your ear, peppering your neck with soft kisses.
He’s so delicate, so loving, and you just can’t understand why. And yet, he doesn’t question a thing.
Without any reasonable doubt, Ryōta Kise believes that you are the most precious thing to ever exist.
