#sub kalpas

Now, do it and you'll surely be dead in the next few seconds.

In all seriousness, Kalpass, quite frankly, is thick as fuck. You can't deny that. There is a certainty in my mind that his ass cheeks would bounce when slapped or spanked.

Make his cheeks go red. He's been a bit more . . . Rude? Put him in his place then. He'll deny any and all forms of enjoyment and threaten to kill you after yet his cock is hard and leaking precum.

He'll flinch and scream say it's hurting or it's unpleasant yet shake his ass all the more, as if asking for another.

He's not a whore but he definitely sounds like one. Clearly a masochist if he's asking for more. Herrchers just didn't know what they were doing when approaching him. When he says more he means take him and fuck him dumb type of more.

In your case at least.

Now . . . His ass should be glowing at the end of every session, but you should definitely hide away. He'll try to find you for payback. Stay away for a bit and he may forget. Unless you were particularly harsh that time. Watch your back if that's the case.

That's why he doesn't sit properly most of the time. His ass stings to much, even with aftercare. He loves it though. Hold a hit and he'll mock you and call you weak, get angry and ask if you're underestimating, or depending on if he's in subspace or not, beg you to hit him all the more.

He cums untouched. Isn't that just amazing? Splurts and ropes of his cum shooting on the ground, or just all on your stomach, or thighs, or all over the bed. He's cumming so harshly from the stings given to his ass, wow what a pervert.

Anyways, me to Kalpas' parent's (who are probably dead) :

Summary: Where in his stubbornness is a gift and a curse.

“Admit it.”

Kalpas grits his teeth and stifles the scream building up in his chest. Heavy panting fills the air and his head for a good few moments. Stretching into eternity until he calms, until the thundering in his blood softens, and he can hear beyond the ringing in his ears.

“Admit it, honey. You’re making this a lot harder than it has to be,” you murmur, sitting astride his sweaty thighs like a queen upon her throne. His cock feels like a hot iron rod in your hand, throbbing and twitching to the time of his pounding heart. Rivulets of precum dribble down his veined shaft and slicks your grip, more beading up out of his slit as you bend down and kiss the blushing red cockhead.

Silver hair sticks to his forehead as he tosses his head to the side, his amber eyes squinted and barely visible as he tries his hardest to glare at you. And yet his lips tremble, his white teeth bearing down into his bleeding lower lip. The grimace on his unmasked face shows an expression of pain and anger, yet his body says otherwise. His back arches, his hips dance, and Kalpas bucks up into your grip rebelliously.

“Mmm, a challenge?” A smile crosses your lips and you shuffle to slide between his thighs instead. Press a kiss to his sweaty thigh, his scrunched up balls, and the soaked skin of the base of his cock. “I like that. Let me know when you’re ready to give up, sweetheart.”

“N-never.” Kalpas’s voice is hoarse, scratchy, the most guttural you’ve ever heard, yet that stubborn quality of it is ever so clear. He smirks tremulously and restores his iron grip on the chains holding his arms to the side. “Do your worst.”

Humming, you take his puffy cockhead into your mouth and savor the broken whine from his drooling lips. Enjoy the salty, bitter taste of his precum, the softness of his skin pulsing on your tongue. He’s so close to orgasm, you can feel it, the twitching of his needy, desperate cock almost breaking your resolve to deny him until he gives in. Alas, you’re not about to let your pet get the better of you.

He tries to regain his composure but his train of thoughts get interrupted by you bringing something out of the bedside drawer. His field is obstructed but he stays quiet, only being able to hope this will won't lead to any more denial. You chuckle a little at his disheveled figure with lust filled eyes. To his dismay, you show him the vibrating cockring you bought him and lick your lips. You put it on him and start straddling him while harshly kissing his neck. He can't even hold back moans and pants anymore, and even more so when you turn up the device to its lowest setting

After a while, there are tears pricking the corners of his hazy eyes and he's gasping for air with a violent shad of red filling his cheeks. You decide to savor this image of him. He only lets his guard down once in a blue moon. Now normally, he'd rather pull his hair out that ever say please (in his normal personality at least). But he's pathetically hiccupping out, "fuck, please- let me cum"

And who are you to deny such a pretty boy when he asks so nicely?

You untie his wrists and run his white locks through your hands. He quietly sighs at your suddenly gentle touch. Taking off the cockring, you slide down onto him and it doesn't take long until he's crying out from pleasure because it feels so, so good

When you go rough on him for long enough, he won't have the energy to get you back. Kiss him before he falls asleep and take care of the rest.

Putting little brats into their place is my favorite. Like yeah I like subs. But bratty subs who think they are a dom and then are proven wrong and get fucked silly? YES

Kalpas is a little brat who needs a lesson in life. He needs to realize that there will always b someone better than him and if he has to learn it the hard way so be it.

Summary: Kalpas tries on lingerie for the first time and surprises reader with his...enthusiasm.

“Really? Silk? Do I look like a silk kind of guy to you?” Kalpas squints at you, holding up the bra that would accompany the bikini cut panties around his hips. “What about the, uh, the mesh looking ones. They look cool.”

Who knew he would be so unabashed about trying on lingerie. You sigh and take a black sheer mesh bra and panties combo, offering the hanger to him as he strips the silk panties. “You have interesting taste, Kalpas.”

“Hey, I think I look badass in these!” He insists, putting on the panties easily enough but struggling with the bra. Well, it’s more of two triangles strung together with a slit in the middle of each cup, so you don’t blame him for taking a while to figure it out.

“The triangles go on your tits, dear,” you tell him bemusedly, hiding a smile behind your hand when he thanks you absentmindedly.

Once he has the set on, he holds his arms akimbo and grins at you, posing and flexing his muscles. “Mesh looks better than silk, doesn’t it?” For once, you don’t feel like arguing with him. Not when you can see his cock clearly straining against the delicate, fine mesh, already dripping from the tip. When his pink nipples poke out of the slits, perky and diamond hard.

“Mmm, that’s one way to put it,” you purr, taking a seat and crossing your legs. “Why don’t you try this on?” A hanger with what looks like a mesh jockstrap is offered to him.

Kalpas takes one look at it and grumbles, “Did Elysia put you up to that?”

“Elysia?”

“Yeah, she’s always mumbling something about me wearing jockstraps.” He sighs but takes it anyway.

Ah, Elysia. “No, she didn’t,” comes your reply, though it’s somewhat distant as you watch him fumble with the jockstrap too. “I just wanted to see your ass exposed, that’s all.”

This time he can’t quite figure out which leg goes where. After a good while of swearing and stumbling and staring, Kalpas finally gets it and adjusts the straps on his ass as he looks at himself in the mirror. “Exposed, eh?” He twists and turns and finally angles himself so his back is to you, his head turned so he can still see you over his broad shoulder. “Well, that’s one way to put it.” He’s mocking you now, you’re sure, but you’re so distracted by the toned globes of his perfect ass that you don’t really care.

Biting your lip, you cross and uncross your legs. “Bend over, baby.” You can’t resist yourself.

To your surprise, he doesn’t argue, only smirks as he bends down as far as he can, his knees locked so his ass is perfectly displayed. “Like this?”

“Yes, just like that.” Your voice trails off and you stand up, moving to him so you can squat right in front of his ass. “Now stay there a while, baby.” Pressing a kiss to his ass cheek, you shoot him a nasty grin from between his legs. “I want to have some fun.”

With his asshole exposed to you, his cock and balls held in a mesh sling just below it, you press a kiss to that tight hole, that winking ring of muscles that brings you so much joy. Well, him too. Kalpas jumps when you lick around the rim, sucking on the tender skin and biting down on the mound of his taint until he’s shaking, his hands gripping at his shins so tightly that his skin starts to bruise.

It’s only when his asshole is absolutely dripping with saliva and his cock has slipped out of the mesh that you stop and stand up. Kalpas is moaning softly under his breath, all of his concentration on balancing himself and not falling over.

“How’s the lingerie feel, baby?”

He swallows a couple of times before he replies, his body flexing under you as you spread his asscheeks wide. “G-good.” His answer is clipped, forced through gritted teeth. You don’t blame him though, not when you slip a hastily lubed finger into his willing ass. “Really good.”

“Now are you talking about the lingerie or my finger?” You can’t resist teasing him just a little longer.

A strained laugh bursts out of his mouth and Kalpas grins at you through the mirror. “Can’t it be both?”

Oh, he’s just so adorable. Adorable enough that you slip another finger in to reward him, turning your wrist so your fingertips dig against his prostate after a bit of searching.

Kalpas and edging is an absolute must regardless of if he's on top or not. He loves to make you squirm, watching the way the frustration slowly seeps into your features in pouting lips and little pricks of tears in the corners of your eyes.

It gives him a rush of power, and he absolutely loves that.

But however, this is one of the ways to get him to be a mess. It's true he isn't keen on being denied.

So if you were to catch him by surprise at the right moment and restrain him? He'll definitely be cocky about it, but knowing his strength there's no predicting he will just burn off the restraints and flip you over .

At first, when you start, he'll be snappy, irritable. Why are you doing this again? Just let him finish so he can rid himself of the restraints and he can make you feel good...but after a few more times of getting so close oh for it to be taken away-

His hips will quiver, following your touch when you pull back, his fiery amber eyes unfocused and hazy with his desire, and for once he's not holding back the gasps and moans that leave his lips.

He'll beg, plead, anything for your touch. He's not entirely well behaved as a sub, still so impatient, but my god it's beautiful to witness

But at the same time, his obedience never lasts long. The moment he finally is allowed to come undone, he'll rip off the restraints and flip you right on your back. After all why doesn't he go ahead and give back exactly what you did to him?