#sett lol

Against the wall. On the bed.  Over his desk. On the floor.

Sideways. From behind. Upside down. On your knees. Standing up. Lying down. And more.

But you noticed early on that he had a favorite position. A favorite way to have you, that is. He always gravitated to it. In fact, you never fucked without hitting this spot at least once. And for some reason…it was always at the end. Always as the finale. Always, always, always his favorite part. The part that he would hold you the tightest. The part where he fuck you the hardest. 

“That’s it…that’s my girl. Taking my cock like a queen.”

The part where he would put you on his lap and pound into you for so long that you start to forget what your body feels like without him inside of it. 

“Uhm…ah…ah~!” Your mouth tries to form words at his praise. Something to let him know how good you’re feeling. Or maybe you were trying to express approval for the name he just called you? You’re not sure. Whatever you must have been thinking of doing a couple of seconds ago has already disappeared from your mind. But that’s not exactly anything new. It’s always been hard to think when you’re with him. But it gets especially hard to do whenever it gets to splitting you open just like this. “S…sett…oh…oh~!”

Currently, he’s got you facing him with his hands on your hips as he bounces you up and down on his cock with a pace that’s almost bruising. Your legs straddle his and your arms hold on to his broad shoulders in an attempt to keep yourself grounded. But there’s too much to focus on at the moment. Whenever he has you like this, you find yourself overwhelmed by every single little thing you feel and hear and see. Like the warmth of his large, large hands as they cover a significant part of your torso just by him holding it. Or the lewd sounds of him stirring up your insides as his thick cock slides in and out of your pussy with far more ease than earlier now that he’s got you properly stretched for him. Or the warmth of his firm, muscular body as he holds you tight to the point of squishing your chest against his, almost making it hard to breathe. 

Or the soft brushes of his hair- his bangs- as he pushes his forehead against yours and gives a half-lidded stare as he coaxes you into another orgasm. One that is building far sooner than you thought possible after the last one he gave you.

Or the sight of his ears as they twitch and flatten against the top of his head in concentration. His ears that look so…so soft…so cute…so…so…

“Careful now…”

It’s Sett’s sudden and deep voice, purring right by your ear, that snaps you out of your sudden trance. His words are teasing. Knowing. Like he’s just letting you in on a secret or a game. It’s then that your eyes flicker to meet his gaze, and you’re instantly taken in by the smirk he’s sending your way. The smirk that seems to grow even wider the second he sees you part your lips to let out a particularly loud and whiny moan. 

It’s only then that you realize your hands are no longer on his shoulders and your fingers are no longer digging little crescent moons into his skin as you hold him unbearably tight. No, your hands are in his scarlet-colored hair right now. Or more specifically, they’re holding onto his ears.

Somewhere along the way, you must have tempted yourself into running your fingers through his hair first. Because right now, it’s all a tangled mess. Messier than before you started rolling around with no clothes on. It sticks straight up in some areas and is far too flat in others. It’s all over the place and all in his face and absolutely nothing like how he styles it usually. But honestly? You can’t even be bothered to concern yourself with something as trivial as hair. Because right now, you’re touching something important. You’re touching Sett’s ears.

And for the first time, too.

At the moment, you have your fingers wrapped around them- right around the bottom where they start to connect with his head. Your grip is curious, but it isn’t too tight. Just a little firm. Just enough for him to feel it. And just enough for you to determine that it feels almost like an animal. They’re soft and not too hard. But solid and somewhat stiff as they stand straight up in your hands. They’re a pretty color, too. The same color as his hair, but a little darker at times and a little lighter in places, like the inside. It makes you smile. It makes you feel soft. Big, tough Sett. Big, scary bossman Sett. 

And his cute, fluffy little ears. 

“They’re extra sensitive like this,” Sett admits to you in between labored breaths as he continues to jerk his hips upwards and bounce you on his cock. So far, he hasn't stopped fucking you. Not even for a single second. If he’s running low on stamina, you haven't experienced any of the signs yet. But he has slowed down to a more manageable, more controllable pace as your hands mess around with the top of his head. Exploring and touching all the new territory before you now that you're in a position to be tall enough to reach all of this.“Hrrmgh…they…they really like to be touched by pretty little things, alright? So be a good girl…”

You find yourself nodding absently as your fingers continue to stroke the length of his ears, barely even listening to the words he says. You push his ears against his head and make them stand up straight and do the same thing all over again. Below you, Sett groans a deep, pleasant sound that sends shivers down your spine. His hips start to stutter, and his pace gets sloppy. And every time you look down at him, you don’t see the smirk he was giving you earlier.

Instead, you see his bottom lip being trapped between his teeth as his eyes squeeze shut. You see him muttering curses underneath his breath about what you’re doing to him. You see him start to crack. You see him start to unravel. You see him start to melt under pressure. You start to see him give in to the pleasure. As you touch his ears more. As you tug them more. As you play with them more. As you focus on them more. As you do more, more, more.

And the funny thing is? This is his favorite position. On his lap. At his mercy. Whining and moaning and squirming at his mercy as he sets the pace. As he fills you up. As he makes you feel good. This is his favorite position. And yet you’ve never done this before.

And yet you’ve never touched his ears before. 

But here you are, running your fingers all over them as you watch him make faces and noises of pleasure you’ve never heard or seen him make before. All because you got a little too wrapped up in the moment. All because you saw something a little too cute. Something you were a little too curious about. Something you just had to touch. Even while you were getting your brains fucked out.

But it’s alright. It’s more than alright, actually. Because Sett likes what you’re doing. And you like all his reactions to what you’re doing. You like how you can see his eyes rolling back and his muscles growing tight with strained usage. You like how you can hear him start to whimper- start to whine whenever you find a spot on or between his ears that is extra, extra, extra sensitive. And you like how you’re driving him crazy with want- with need- as his strokes get sloppier and messier and needier by the minute.

But most of all, you like how you can do this from the best seat in the house. You like how it’s you who’s doing this to him. During his favorite position, at that. Although if you’re being completely honest. It’s not just his favorite. Not anymore, at least. Because right now?