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for kinktober: hungary femdom w/ malesub dacryphilia? your choice for the sub ;)
(specifically this dynamic because i don't want to make any beautiful women cry)
Oh nice, thanks anon! :D This request amused me specifically because it's sort of a meme to ppl around me that Romania keeps crying (which he doesn't even really do, at least these days) so that's an easy choice!
And yes, today is October 1st and dacryphilia is a prompt for the fifth; I'm doing a little cheating :P I really like the other prompts for October 5 too but not for this ship (or in combination with dacryphilia), while today's ones are perfect to combine! So this one arrives a bit early and also uses masturbation and orgasm control. Hope you like it!
I'm not going to be making a post here every day this month, just sometimes, so follow the AO3 series if you do want to get updates, heh.
Four years after an ill-advised tryst, Erzsebet runs into Dragos BÄlan again, and he's as infuriating as ever. Well, she knows exactly what to do about that.
âOh, fuck no,â she said, the door not even closed behind her. At the same time, across the room, Dragos fucking BÄlan shot up from his seat and started to glare.
âYou,â he said, hoarse voice nearly a growl.
âHowâthey did this on fucking purpose, BÄlan.â
Four years, sheâd managed to avoid even really seeing Dragos despite still working for the same company. And now⊠Fuck the universe. There was no way she was going to be able to get another room, not with Braginsky in charge.
Well, at least they didnât have to work together.
âFine, whatever.â She flung her bag towards the bed Dragosâs stuff wasnât on and muttered, âFour nights.â What was four nights after four years?
âI hope you donât snore so much these days,â Dragos told her, mouth twitching with annoyance when she glared. He was wearing a black sweatshirt printed with little white bats as if he were a fucking child rather than a grown man on a stupid âwork retreatâ.
âI hope youâve learned to put your teeth away,â she shot back, but that just made his eyes flash dangerously.
She didnât actually see much of Dragos over the next days; he was gone when she got back to the hotel room their asshole boss had assigned them, and she didnât hear him return, but he was there when she woke, sleeping soundly. (Although he was doing the thing sheâd assumed was due to having a hangover last time, where he looked very much like a vampire in their coffin with his hands crossed over his chest.) (Well, maybe he had a hangover again, she wouldnât know.)
Her dreams seemed determined to prove him right, filling her mind with memories of that ill-advised night four years ago, of Dragosâs teeth on her skin, the sweat beading on his forehead and the wild light in his eyes so that they seemed nearly red.
She got a drink, but only one, and kept an eye on Dragos, just as he seemed to keep looking at her. It was a stupid idea, she knew that. Itâd been a stupid idea four years ago. They didnât get along and she couldnât imagine they ever would, but the sexual chemistry⊠Just remembering it made tingles leap down her spine.
And really, no harm had come of it, had it? It wasnât like they even worked together.
âMy words?â She leaned close to him as she worked his fly open with one hand, close enough to feel his hot breath on her face. He smelled nice. âYouâre gonna come only when I say you can, BÄlan. Youâre gonna be begging to, like a fucking slut.â
âOh.â He breathed rapidly. And then, clearly not horny enough yet, âI think I could go to HR with that, you know.â
âYou shouldnât be wearing anything,â she told him, making sure to keep her voice steady, which was hard with the way he was scrambling to remove his clothes before sheâd even finished speaking. That was⊠Fuck, that was nice. That was more than nice.
She watched him struggle out of his stupid pants, laughing at the tattoo on his lower back (which was, predictably, a bat) and not taking off any of her own clothes.
âGood,â she said again, and grasped his hard cock.
âFuck,â he said through gritted teeth, and gasped when she squeezed. âHere, you canââ
Again, she pushed her nails into his pale skin, and those eyes sprang open, more tears welling up.
âYou,â she started, and used both hands to wipe the tears away. Simultaneously, she wanted to pull him close and push him down, make him weep with frustration. Dragosâs lips curled into a sardonic smile, even through the tears he now seemingly couldnât, or wouldnât, stop, and that was⊠God, the feeling of power that gave her, still warring with that protective instinct, was making heat curl in her body.
âLook at you,â she said, her tone holding the middle between disparaging and almost fond.
âFreak,â Dragos grit out, but he just groaned when she grasped his cock again, her hand now wet. âShit!â
âStop repeating me, BÄlan, you heard me,â she snapped. A wave of satisfaction heated her body when that immediately made him reach for his dickâthough that wasnât half as satisfying as the indignant tears.
âIâm not even undressed, you maniac,â she said, almost wonderingly to her own ears. Dragos made another wet noise, face scrunching up.
âYouâre thinking that could be your dick, BÄlan?â She grasped his chin once more when he moaned, his body twitching. ââCause it wonât be. The only person whoâll be touching you, is you. You donât fucking deserve me, Dragos, and you do not get to come.â
âNo! So donât.â Crouching, she wrapped both hands tightly around Dragosâs thin wrist to direct him, which made him clench his teeth and sob again. When she scratched his thigh, he breathed a curse through gasps.
âNo, youâre not.â Looking up at his teary eyes, she used her fingers to press his thumb down just beneath the head of his cock. His breath caught, then quickened, chest heaving with it.
âHow many times do you think you can do that, hm?â she whispered. Unable to resist, she moved her lips from his ear, idly noting his single earring, which had the shape of some strange symbol. She pressed them to his sharp cheekbone, wetting them with his tears. Dragos turned his head so their mouths slid together.
It wasnât a kiss at all, even though he licked her lips, which made her inhale sharply and press her fingers against herself through her clothes.
âMaybe this time,â she said, and watched with bated breath as he started stroking himself again, his whole body obviously coiled tight as a spring, skin mottled a frustrated red and his breath coming in sobs against her face.
It was an amazing feeling, and she wasnât surprised that Dragos stopped without prompting this time.
âYou fucking slut,â she whispered. âAbsoluteâlook at you. Youâre a mess.â
He grit his teeth as she wiped his cheeks. It caught in her chest.
But he went easily when she pushed him down, because she was dying to see him and his big watery eyes between her legs. She hitched up her skirt and tugged her underwear aside as he twisted. The angle was a bit awkward but also perfect because she could still see all of him as he took a shuddering breath and flicked his tongue out against her.
In response, he just ducked down and started licking her clit, down into her folds, with renewed vigor. His stroking of himself was jerky, and every once in a while, he stopped. And all the while, she could feel his tears soaking into her ripped tights, her underwear, feel them clinging to her skin until she couldnât tell what was her arousal and what was his desperation.
It was glorious. She reveled in it. Didnât even care that Dragosâs mouth was clumsy, not when he looked up at her with those pleading eyes as she stroked his hair again. That was⊠She pressed him down a bit, gasping, feeling his whole body jerk. Her legs had started to tremble, the heat starting to coil.
Dragos was panting in sobs against her cunt when she finally let herself tip over the edge. She cursed, breath shuddering, and Dragosâs dark eyes were wider than ever, his tongue wriggling against her as she came. Her hips bucked underneath him. She looked back at him. Grinned.
And then, still with his mouth on her and tears streaming into her short pubic hair, he jerked his straining cock once, twice, before he came undone.
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