#kinkfest

"could you open your eyes for me, darling?" kazuha asks, keeping you in his lap as you turn your head away, an attempt to hide in his shoulder.

when you don't respond, he chuckles. softly, but firmly, he grips your chin and turns your head toward the mirror. "open those eyes, darling."

slowly, you open your eyes bit by bit. you admired yourself in the body mirror.

kazuha's cock safely and comfortably nuzzled into your cunt, his index finger toying at your cunt as he occasionally applied pressure.

just enough to get a reaction.

"don't you think you look so beautiful?" he asks, kissing against your shoulder softly. he brings his finger from your clit and allows his hands to roam your body.

lightly gripping at anything he could, playing with your thighs, lightly pinching your nipples. he chuckles when he feels you clench around him with each pinch.

"sensitive?" he inquires.

you don't have to answer - he already knows that you are.

he notices you look away again, closing your eyes and mumbling something against his shoulder.

something about a plea for him to fuck you already - but why?

"you don't like when i take my time, darling?" he questions, hands roaming every inch they can before returning his finger to your clit. "lemme adore your body.."

he adjusts your face to the mirror again, slowly pointing at your reflection in the mirror. "look at yourself darling. you look so pretty, all whiney for me. so beautiful," he kisses your cheek, wiping a tear from one of your eyes. "don't cry, look." he says, "you're so beautiful, darling."

you whimper quietly, watching his hands over your body. his slender fingers explore each and every corner he possibly can.

"kazuha," you say meekly, "i love you."

he kisses your cheek sweetly. "i love you too, darling. love you a lightyear and more."

he tilts your head slightly to kiss you. finger returning to your bud, he kisses you softly and passionately, almost not to overwhelm you.

with the stimulation, your cunt clenches around his shaft. you felt an orgasm approach - just needed a little more stimulation. a little more friction.

lightly, you began to grind your hips onto his, noticing his hand moving from your chin to your waist, encouraging you. "kept you waiting too long, i see?" he sighs, fixing your positions as you two stood together, your back against his chest and an arm around your stomach to ensure you don't go anywhere. "that's fine, dear. i'll give you what you'd please now."

kazuha set a slow and steady pace, keeping you close to him as he thrusted up into you. finally feeling more friction, you moan lightly.

slowly, his pace was set from soft and slow to fast and deep, bending you over against the mirror as your hands left marks he would later wipe away.

"kazuha!" you moan loudly, voice barely overpowering the sound of his skin hitting yours paired with his string of curses and praises.

"c'mon, darling. cum on me, make a mess of me, will you?" he coaxed, stretching his arm to play with your needy nub once again. "show me how much this pussy loves me."

his thrusts got sloppier by the minute as your moans got more evident and louder.

"g'na cum!" you moan, throat feeling dry as you continue moaning and crying out.

"cum on me, darling." he kisses the back of your shoulder blades, his thrusts getting harder my the minute. he was growing close as well. "cum with me, k?"

Somehow he picks up on your energy although those slutty words haven’t been said. “Wait—are you saying…” his voice trails and he stiffens in the bed. “Bitch, quit playing. I could never do something like that to a woman.”

“Really though? Is that a hard no?” you whine with a bratty pout, desperate for him to indulge in your kink and just play it out. “What if she’s a ‘total piece of shit’ woman? A clown-ass hoe?”

“You’re not,” Jax laughs and shakes his head just at the thought. “You’re my perfect little girlfriend and I love you and respect you. Even if my dick just wrecked you.”

“If you love me then you’ll give me what I want.”

“Shut up, you kinky little cunt,” he grunts.

But you feel confident that pretty soon he’ll give in to your taunts. Jax Teller never shies away from any opportunity to own you in the bedroom—just the way you always let him—beg him to find new exciting ways to play his role of total dominance.

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“You sure about this, baby?”

He has to ask just to make sure you’re straight up sober and not too totally crazy.

All it took was a few minutes and a super epic blowjob to convince him that this kink is worth a try. To stir that signature sadistic fire, sparkle of desire, in his sharp sapphire eyes. Jax always gets to that place when you suck him dry. Worship his huge cock as you drown between his thick muscular thighs. Thirsty to swallow down your prize. 

And now he’s down to try out this whole stepping on you thing and you’re so psyched that every cell inside your slutty body detonates and dies.

Jax had just asked if you were sure. Blue gaze meets yours, where you’re still kneeling on the floor. He needs to know that pain and degradation bring you pleasure. Knows how much you love this kind of thing in general given that you’re his perfect little whore—but needs to know this kink specifically will please you to your core.

“Yes, sir,” you answer him enthusiastically. Orgasmically. 

You’d never had such filthy naughty kinks toward anybody, till Jax Teller brought your inner sub slut roaring out so suddenly. With any other man a kink like this would surely be mad awkward and would probably play out badly. But you don’t doubt Jax will pull it off just magically.

“Alright.” He smiles and softly pats your head, like you’re his filthy little pet, and swiftly stands up from the bed. Your pussy is about to burst. “Guess I should shower first—sit tight.”

You scowl and cross your arms over your naked tits. “Don’t be an idiot. You know I love it when you’re all sweaty and shit.”

Golden brows rise over wide eyes, like he has any goddamn right to be surprised. He knows with him you’re nothing but a shameless fucking slut. Yet still when it comes to this kind of thing, even the most confident alpha male in Charming is a little insecure and unsure what to think. “Yeah, but—feet stink...?”

“You’re gonna put your sneakers back on anyway. That’s part of the whole kink,” you state as if it’s obvious as anything. “The barefoot stuff can come another day. Right now I want the same experience as that clown at the fair today, so put your damn clothes on okay?”

Telling Jax Teller to put on his clothes is the last thing on earth you ever thought you’d say. But that’s just how this scene is gonna play.

Jax smirks, amused, at just how thoroughly you want to be abused. Thinks it’s so cute, the way you’ve thought of how this works. He loves when his submissive slut shows off her bossy little quirks. 

It’s rude, that cheeky little smirk. He’s such a stupid fucking jerk.

But you cannot fault him for that or any fucking thing, ‘cause he’s your motherfucking king. 

And he’s about to step on you. Just as you so desperately want him to.

You watch, flood rising in your crotch, as he pulls up his loose-hanging blue jeans and steps into his bright white shoes. 

He could crush whole entire cities under those iconic sneakers. Somehow to you, these kicks seem deadlier than his tattoo, the grim scythe of the reaper. You need this gorgeous golden sex god of a man to fucking slay you and you’ve never been so eager.

He shrugs into his shirt and kutte and towers over you all set to step on you.

To indulge your dirtiest kinks and make your darkest dreams come true.

Leers down at you with eyes that pierce your soul straight fucking through. You always die beneath that brutally beautiful shade of blue.

This is a fantasy for two. The dom inside of him is dying from the sick sadistic pleasure of this too. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

You’re the one bowing in submission, yet importantly when you’re in this position… all the power rests with you.

“Step on me,” you whimper desperately and honestly. Squirming down upon your knees. “Sir, I want you to step on me. Step on me. Please.”

You lower your face to the floor, as you implore him like a whore. Filled with the urge to kiss his shoe, but doubt he’ll let you, ‘cause he’s such a fucking tease.

Jax orders you to keep on begging for the privilege. The gift of being crushed beneath his feet. It takes you to the fucking edge, to plead, for what you fucking need. No privilege has ever seemed so sweet.

“Get on your back, bitch,” he demands, once he’s decided that you’ve begged him quite enough. His tone is savage. Rough. He snickers as he hears your breath hitch, sees you follow his commands, yielding to him the way you love.

The view of him from way down here upon the floor—it’s breathtaking. You’re shaking. More aroused than you have ever been before.

He’s never looked so fucking tall. You’ve never felt so fucking small.

It’s like he’s everything and you’re nothing at all.

You’re not the only one who loves the view. He loves playing so powerful and tough with you.

“Think you deserve this yet?” he taunts, eyeing the slick shine of your cunt. “Mmm, bet you’ve never been so wet.”

It’s clearly true. Hell, you would cum if he kicked your pathetic little pussy with the blunt front of his shoe. Maybe someday that’s what he’ll do.

But not today—today he’s just going to step on you and crush you like a worthless speck of dirt because that’s how you want to play.

Jax knows exactly how to keep you safe from any lasting injury, whenever you play dirty... so from your end you don’t have to fucking worry. Knows it’s his job to attend to all of that while you just wallow in the bliss of your complete inferiority.

When you had watched him go to town, attack that unfortunate clown, he’d set his foot upon his victim’s shoulder as he pushed him down. The situation is a little different now given the clown was in a tub of water whereas you’re spread with your back flat on the ground. 

But no matter the difference, Jax knows how to give you the perfect experience.

“You filthy piece of shit,” he mocks, smirking down at you as the crotch of his jeans bulges with the throb of his hard cock. “I’m gonna crush you like a bug. And ‘cause you’re sick as fuck... you’re gonna fucking love it.”

Slides the sole of his sneaker against the smooth skin of your shoulder, and already you are totally fucked over.

“Mmm, you like that, whore?” he laughs, his cruelty cutting you in half.

“Yes...” you confess, broken and breathless. “Yes—yes, sir...”

Jax applies pressure, till your pussy and your whole body are pulsating in pleasure.

Hasn’t even touched your cunt and you’re about to have the biggest climax ever. That’s the power of Jax Teller.

When his foot shifts from your shoulder to your neck... oh God you’re wrecked. Nothing in all your life has ever felt so perfect. This sensation of pure heaven is what you knew to expect—and yet it’s so much fucking more, to feel your beautiful beloved king actually standing on your throat and pressing it into the floor.

Jax exerts just the right amount of force—of course—just a small fraction of his weight, so that it hurts, and sends you to a blissed out state—so that you struggle now to breathe but only just ever so slightly, still feel safe as the stars in your field of vision flicker brightly.

This is all about the power play. The knowledge that in theory, you’d submit to your king every fucking hour of the day. When really, you’re the one in charge who has the final say, as he gladly agrees to please you in this way.

And please he does. You’ve never felt such a euphoric fucking buzz.

Overcome with an intense rush of submissive lust, you want nothing but for this flawless god to put you in your place, to crush your airways, as he subjugates your soul beneath the fierce blue of his gaze, and tramples you to fucking dust.

Maybe someday he will. You love the fact that he’s so beautiful and powerful it literally kills...

But then again he never would. To you on some level the thought of it feels good. But you’re the reason that he lives, so even when it comes to play there’s only so much he can give.

Strikes such a perfect fucking balance. Steps on practically every inch of you, before the day is through. Blesses your skin with the experience of fucking heaven everywhere he stands. Knows just how much weight to apply to leave no damage where he lands. 

Starts at your neck... down to your chest, his shoe so hard against the soft flesh of your breasts... then down your stomach and your legs... ignores the soaked heat of your pussy though you beg...

Wickedly teases you all the fucking while. Reminds you that you’re nothing but a good-for-nothing slut and blinds you with the pearly white shine of his perfect fucking smile.

The Prince of Charming is your god, your king, your everything and it’s a fucking privilege to have him step on you. It’s such a blessing to indulge in this intoxicating power play the way that you both want to.

Of all the men on earth and all the gods in heaven there is truly no one better to belong to.

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… Sooo I know that was some super kinky shit, but I hope there are some filthy bitches who enjoyed it, and would love to hear if you did!! 😅❤️

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