#krait reader

Invincible gasps, presses his forehead on the back of his clenched fists against the wall. You hum, lightly digging your claws into the firm flesh of his ass until little beads of blood bubble to the surface like red pearls. He’s a handful, you chuckle as you fondle the hefty weight in your palms.

You spread him open, smiling to yourself at his scandalized little gasp. His hole is a few shades darker than his skin, clenching tight around nothing. You let saliva gather in your mouth before you spit right on it. Invincible whines, shuddering, and you use the pad of your thumb to spread it around.

He could shove you off, turn you into a smear on the pavement with that strength of his, but he won’t. Instead, Invincible steadies himself against the wall, and slowly widens his strong legs to give you more space to kneel between them.

You press your mouth to his hole in the mockery of a chaste kiss, feel it tremble under your lips before you draw the flat of your tongue over it. Invincible lets out a strangled groan, cuts himself off abruptly, then breathes heavily through his nose.

He’s so fucking soft and warm. You give his asshole another kiss, noisy and lewd like the way you’d kiss his mouth. There’s some give under your tongue, muscle becoming pliant and loose under your actions. You lean back slightly to spit into the palm of your hand before reaching around him to take a hold of his hard cock and giving it a firm stroke.

“Krait—” your alias comes out in a choked voice that Invincible tries to keep quiet, and your fingers grow wet from the amount of precum drooling from the tip.

Feeling a little mean, you press your face between his asscheeks and push the entire length of your serpentine tongue inside him. Invincible rises onto the tips of his toes with a high-pitched whimper, his insides fluttering wildly around the intrusion. You laugh, muffled against hot flesh, and twist your wrist in the next stroke of his cock.

You press the tip of your tongue hard against that spongy spot inside him and feel his legs tremble. He’s dripping, your spit dribbling down to wet his balls and join the drops of precum on the ground.

You hum throatily, inhuman noises that have Invincible’s back arching deliciously, clenching around the girth of your tongue. You give the base of his cock a teasing squeeze, then use your other hand to fondle his balls.

“Oh, fuuuck,” he moans, a near sob hitching his breath. “Oh my god, holy shit. That feels soooo— oh! Good…” His speech becomes an intelligible mess of whines and whimpers as he rocks his hips back and forth, thrusting back on your tongue before fucking into your fist.

And then he lifts off the ground, just an inch, with a strangled cry.

You can hear it, the thick spurts of cum hitting the rooftop with every clench of his balls and the breathy moans torn from his throat. You look at the puddle regretfully— a missed opportunity to wrench his head back and spit his own spend on his tongue, kiss him wetly until he went limp in your grasp.

Next time; which will inevitably come, despite whatever he says when this is over.

You rise to your feet, feel the blood flow return to your legs, and wipe the spit from your mouth and chin with the back of your hand. Then, you place your hands on his hips, set him back on the ground, and tentatively press your clothed erection, which you’d ignored until now, against the generous curve of his ass.