#saroo

Getting emotion out of Saroo usually had to happen by you picking a fight, you letting him ruin you for a few hours until he wanted to talk about what had him upset.

You don’t mind getting mercilessly destroyed by him. It was one of your favorite things, but you were never sharp enough to talk to him after. You were often asleep before you could find out what had him worked up in the first place.

But now it’s the two of you, at his place, and you’re trying to explain this to the smartest and dumbest man you know.

“Saroo, I wouldn’t have said anything if I didn’t think it would be good.” You reason, nuzzling into your boyfriend’s neck. He’s been stressed, obviously, and it was just a suggestion.

“So you’ll be in charge?” You want to roll your eyes. He’s never been out of control before, he’s never been taken the way he takes you.

“Yeah,” Saroo backs up, propping himself up on his elbow to stare at you. He grazes his hand against your cheek, gently moving hair away, as you try not to get frustrated.

You’d been seeing each other for a few months, but now he was taking a trip to India for an uncertain amount of time. In your head, if you fucked him right tonight, he’d come back.

“But I like taking care of you.” He emphasizes the last word, leaning down to brush his nose against yours

“And you do a great job,” you stick out your lips on a dramatic pout, “let me return the favor.”

Saroo smiles as he pecks your lips loudly, “Okay.”

His grin was smug as it ever was, and it dawns on you that he doesn’t have a clue as to what it is to be you. The surrender, the trust you would give to him every single time.

“I’m just here to make you feel good. Same as usual. Say Tiger if it's too much.” You order, as you direct his wrists down to each side of his head.

Shuffling gracelessly with the sheets, Saroo keeps his eyes fixed on you as you, stiffening as you settle down between his legs. He doesn’t need much to get hard, just the warmth and the weight of you is more than enough.

You know this, and you use it against him.

His shirt is pulled up slightly, and you trace a pattern on his stomach with your nose. He wants to grab your hair and claim your mouth until you beg for mercy, but he doesn’t. Saroo’s determined to let you have this.

“Can you be a good boy for me?” You ask sweetly, keeping one eye on the growing hardness in Saroo’s pajama pants, you slowly tug low enough that he can spring free. He makes a low groan as you swat his hands away.

“...Maybe.” He concedes. It was getting strange, he was hearing his heart pound in his ears, and there you were, like you wanted to eat him alive, just watching him squirm.

“Even if I do this?” You lean down suddenly and graze the side of his length with your tongue. It’s soft, it’s gentle, it’s absolutely foreign. But this is a period of great transition, why couldn’t he branch out?

“Uhhh.” He groans dramatically, a rush of feelings to sort through. Was he mad that this wasn’t the usual routine, or was he getting scared of your softness.

In an effort to put the thoughts away, he reaches down to grab your hair. He usually would be fucking your throat, but you don’t let him, catching his wrist and directing his hand down by his side.

“Hands to yourself!” You put on a grandiose, patronizing tone, “I wanna spoil you! Don’t you want that?” You ask as he blinks, trying to keep his mind organized, simply shaking his head yes.

“You want my mouth?” You question and he rolls his eyes.

“Yes an-” -d the rest of you too! But you're ahead of him. If you ever rolled your eyes, he’d spank your pussy until you cried. He would not accept this behavior, neither will you.

Brat. You almost say, but you don’t. For revenge, you grip him a little too tightly, letting your thumb graze a favorite vein of his. Saroo gives you a low groan as you absentmindedly toy with his member. When you pull just right, he bucks his hips into you.

So you let go, and he’s sure he’s about to cry.

“No self control, huh.” You state, mocking, voice bordering on venomous.

His heart’s pounding, he’s hard, and you’re mean.

“What if I tied you up just to use you?” You ask, and he gapes. You're his dolly, you don’t speak to him like this.

“You could do whatever you want.” He replies plainly, practically whining as you give him another small lick.

“That’s what I thought.” Your smile is an absolute joke, you’re a goddamn sadist. Saroo was starting to ache, and with you keeping his wrists away didn’t help. But he thought he could reason with you.

“Ask.” You command

“Please, please can I have you please?” He breathes as you smile into his mouth. Not quite a kiss, closer to breathing together.

“You want my pussy?” You mock quietly, seeing all 6’2 of him start to shake. He promised...

“Yes!” He gasps, the flame you’d set in his stomach growing into a fire, and like some kind of jungle cat, you pounce.

Saroo’s breath catches as he suddenly feels you against him, putting your mouth against his, right where it’s supposed to be.

He keeps his eyes closed as you direct him into your soaking heat.

He feels your nails dig into his wrists, and then nothing.

Several heartbeats pass, and he can practically feel your dazzling, smug smile against his mouth.

“Please move, YN.” He knows he could toss you down and take you, but it’s better to ask. It’s better to ask permission. You wanted him to beg? He’d beg.

But you take your time, starting slowly, taking all of him.

“Nice and easy,” You coax as you grind down into him, “Such a good little toy.” His torso stiffens at that, as if it was some kind of insult. But the words don’t sting.

Maybe he likes being a toy. Just a sweet toy that you can use and abuse. Absolutely dumb.

“Please.” All of the tension of his project, the fact he’d finally found his home, the ache of your teasing, it all crawls up his spine in a burning heat.

“Almost-” You know he’s close as his thrusts up get slower, sloppier. Saroo’s eyes are still shut as you direct his hands to your hips, letting him hold on to you.

Your praise turns into gasps and moans as you feel him fall apart underneath you. Saroo’s mind hasn’t been this clear in months. When you clench down around him, he’ll catch you. He always wants to catch you.

With his mouth, of course.

“You're such a good boy,” he whines, as you lean down to kiss him. “I’m proud of you. You're so brave, tough, and smart.” You hear a little huff, and his dark eyes are soft as he stares at you.

“Everything is going to pay off. It’s all going to be worth it.” Saroo takes a hand and rests it on the side of your neck. You take the opportunity to dismount, and let him go. You’d have to pay him back for this, but you’re just as tired as you would be were the positions reversed.

“Just be safe. Take lots of pictures.” You cringe internally, thinking how you sounded like his Mother, but what you get in return is so much better.

As you run your hands over his chest, and feel his heart over the haze, and let the words soak into your skin.