#sub vessel

It started slow. 

Honestly at first you barely noticed, a shirt you'd tossed on the floor vanishing, a pair of shorts you always wore on your period missing from its usual spot, it wasnt enough to set off alarms, just small things. Then your favorite pretty little “fuck me” dress you wore on dates disappeared, panties somehow dematerializing, sleep shirts gone into the void. Not enough to gut your wardrobe but just enough to gnaw at the back of your mind.

You didn't really suspect Ves, I mean why would you? Your shy, and maybe a bit fragile, roommate and friend? Hell all he did was make music and get a bit too emersed in Elden Ring. He never seemed the type to snoop. 

But when you casually asked if he had seen your t shirt, just an old bring me the horizon tee you wore to sleep, the one you quit wearing out because of a stupid sauce stain, he blinked at you like you asked him where he kept the bodies. The tips of his ears going red as he shook his head no. then later that day it reappeared, neatly folded and placed in your drawer..the sauce stain was even gone. 

You went from suspicion to certainty, then confusion. He had never been the pervy type so you hadnt a clue why he would be stealing your clothes.

You decided to test it, leaving a pair of dirty underwear in the bathroom, the cute ones with dainty bows and just enough fabric to cover a sliver of your bits. Then a tank top in the laundry basket, and just as you suspected they all disappeared while you were at work. 

So you came home early today, quietly unlocking the door and making your way right to his room, heart pounding, and shuffling with soft steps, only to stop short at the sound of… a whimper? No no, not just a whimper, but your name. 

You didnt knock. 

The door swung open to reveal Ves on the bed, his face and chest flushed crimson, his cock straining against a pair of your panties he thrusted into. His head was tipped back, hair damp with sweat and his lips parted as he let out small sounds of desire. The sounds of begging.

“Please… ruin me…im yours, take me”

Your entire body had buzzed with arousal, your panties soaked and clit throbbing watching this scene, you could have slipped out, pretend you hadn't seen anything and riffled through your nightstand for tonight's lucky winner, but instead..

“Ves”

His eyes snapped open and he froze, horror flashing across his features as he scrambled to cover himself, your panties still clutched in his fist, “im sorry, f-fuck, i didnt- wasnt trying to- im sorry i just-”

The poor man couldnt even finish an excuse, how cute. 

“Didnt what?” you stepped into the room, voice sharp and controlled, dripping with amusement. “Didnt steal my clothes? Didnt rut into them like a whiney bitch in heat?”

His breath hitched at your words, tears shining in his eyes as you watched his dick jump beneath the thin sheets. “I couldnt help it, please dont be angry with me”

You smirked, sitting at the edge of his bed before looming over him. His whole body shook beneath your gaze. “Oh ves” you purred, brushing his damp hair away from his forehead with gentle fingers. “You wanted me to find you like this, didnt you? Wanted me to see you for the desperate, needy little slut you are for me? Am I wrong?”

A whine tore from his throat, his hips twitching as if he had no control over his own movements.

“Say it”

“I- I wanted you to see me” he rasped out, “wanted you to take me”

Your nails grazed down his chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You ripped the panties from his hand and tossed them aside, gripping his jaw until he met your eyes, his pupils were blown wide, tears threatening to spill from those pathetic little eyes.

“You dont get to touch yourself anymore” you hissed, wrapping your hand around his cock, just enough pressure to make him moan “from now on, you dont touch yourself without my say, how i say. Understand?”

“Y-yes Maam” he whimpered “please”

“What is it youre begging for?” you tsked, enjoying his needy behavior entirely too much. “Use your words or you wont get anything at all” 

“Please, please use me” he whined, his voice nearing on grating if it werent so damn hot, he was a blubbering mess before you, frankly you wanted nothing more than to use him for your pleasure, but not without some more begging of course.

You looked down at him, his eyes still red and shining as he gazed up at you, awaiting your response like a good little whore, “Beg me properly. I want to hear every sick little fantasy and desire you have hidden behind your innocent act, tell me what you thought of as you rutted into my stolen clothes”

And he did, a pathetic and trembling mess of a man pouring every filthy fantasy and wet dream he ever had featuring you. How he laid awake listening to you get off on your own, how you held him down and rode him until he could no longer take it. Every single sick thought he had while wishing he was at your mercy. 

You listened carefully, stroking his head as he babbled on about how badly he wanted to be yours, silently amused at how with every filthy word he still blushes, even as he's laid before you naked. When he finally finishes you could no longer hold yourself back.

“Good boy” you breathed, watching his eye beam at the praise. You slid off the bed, heels clicking sharply against the floorboards. “On your knees.” you commanded. He scrambled off the bed to kneel before you, looking up at you like an obedient puppy. 

Slowly you unzipped your dress, teasingly, as you watched his hands shake and his eyes fight not to rove over every inch of your skin. “Clean me” you ordered, grabbing a handful of hair and guiding right where you wanted him, throwing a leg over his shoulder. 

You didnt have to speak once more as he jumped at the chance, such an obedient one he is, shoving his face directly between your thighs, whimpering against the flesh as he explored every fold and crevice, breathing you in like you were a necessity he had been denied. 

It took all you had not to come right there, his hooked nose bumping against your clit as he lapped at you, just as you threw your head back you felt his fingers, grasping at the flesh of your thighs as if he had the right, you yanked him off immediately. “Did I say you could use those?” a ragged gasp tore from his throat, half pain and half euphoria. You held him there, his neck craned back and your slick covering his chin and mouth. 

“Look at you” you cooed, watching tears streak his cheeks “my perfect little ruin” he whimpered at the use of the petname and his mouth parted, beginning to beg you assumed “nah ah, quiet” his mouth slammed shut in an instant, hands in his lap as he put on the perfect show of submission. So much so you decided to let him off easy with his little mistake.

“Up” you ordered, half dragging him back to the bed as he tripped on his own limbs to get onto it, “lay on your back, hands above your head” he put himself into position as you admired his body, tall and lanky but enough muscle definition he made for a beautiful view of him laid out for you, his pale skin a stark contrast on his deep green blankets.

“Now, you are going to let me play, and if you so much as utter a word or move a muscle I'm leaving you here, unsatisfied and aching. Do you understand?” “yes ma'am, please” he murmured, eyes glazed over and face flushed. 

“Good.” you said as you began to trace a circle around his tip before slowly and deliberately stroking him, just enough pressure to feel good but nowhere near enough to satisfy him. 

“You want me to ride you baby? Turn you into a pathetic moaning mess underneath me?” he nodded his head frantically, still holding to your order not to speak. At his approval you swung a leg over his, locking a wrists beneath your hand before slowly guiding him into you, you could've sworn his eyes rolled back into his head as you sunk down onto him. 

The stretch was delicious, you had never expected him to feel this good, you couldnt hold yourself back from moaning out as you ground down against him, watching him struggle to hold back his sweet noises made you want to milk him dry, take him for all he had as you rode yourself to your orgasm, but you were nicer than that, atleast you liked to think so. 

“You have permission to make noise” you told him, as soon as you did he let out a string of praises, begging and worship. You whispered praises at him, watching how every word affected him, it was like each one pushed him deeper into subspace, entangled him with you. 

“please” he whimpered, desperation dripping from his words. “just-”

“just what?” you teased him as you ground down against him, your lips curling into a smirk. “you gotta use your words hun".”

“i need more,” he gasped, his hands trembling as he fought to stay still, stay obedient to you. “please i need to feel you”

with a playful chuckle you picked yourself up and slammed down hard, tearing a wild moan from his throat. you relished in every sound that escaped his lips, you had thought his singing voice alone was beautiful but this, this was more. sacred.

The room was filled with the sounds of your bodies moving together. You could feel the tension building low, the tingling heat climbing over your skin and wrapping you in pleasure, every movement was more as you continued to tease the sweet man beneath you.

“look at you” you cooed, leaning closer to him, fingers tangling in his hair as you caught his gaze. “such a perfect little mess you are”

he let out a breathy whine, so needy that he had tears streaming from his eyes, it made you want to take him for all he was worth. “you want me to give it to you dont you baby?”

“yes, please” he mummured, unable to focus on anything but you and what you were doing to him, something in your chest swelled at the sight.

“lets see what you can take then” you hummed. with that you shifted your weight, every muscle aching to let go but you had been keeping yourself away from that edge, enjoying this moment. savoring it.

you began to ride him harder, each time you came down on him it send shockwaves of ecstasy through your body, “fuck you feel amazing baby” you moaned. your voice strained but filled with awe, adornment.

you glanced down at him “you like it when i use you like this baby?” every word the definition sultry as you leaned down over him, letting your lips brush against his for merely a second, barely teasing him with the contact.

“please i cant hold back much longer” he gasped, his voice wavering as you leaned back, letting him watch how you slid up and down on him, the way his length disappeared inside of you. The way he seemed so focused, starstruck even sent goosebumps over your skin.

“not yet” you smirked, enjoying the way he tensed beneath you. “i want you to feel every second, you're mine to play with remember?”

as you picked up your pace once again, changing to angle so he could hit that spot just right, he let out a loud moan and a string of pleas, begging for you to let him come inside you, just the very thought could have pushed you over the edge you had been so delicately teetering on.

you knew you couldnt hold out much longer, his desperation fueled you, every whimper and gasp causing another wave of lust and possessiveness to come over you.

“arent you just a mess” you said, watching him struggle to contain himself beneath you. “so eager for me? how bad baby? how bad do you want it? “

“i want it so bad please, please” his voice coming out raw and rough.

“then show me” you challenged, your voice dipping into a whisper as you leaned towards his ear. “show me how badly baby”

“please let me come, let me come inside you please” he begged, so pathetically needy for you “im yours, use me please”

with his words and his angelic sight before you, a rush of heat spread beneath your skin “now baby, ive got you” ,with one last grind against him you tightened around him. the world around you faded and you came harder than you ever had before. You could hear the string of curses he let out as he emptied inside you before going limp. It was pure bliss.

as you gathered the will to get off him and clean up you took in his form, nearly asleep already he was a mess of come, hickeys and tears. “Good job baby” you whispered, he glanced over at you before smiling with that dreamy satisfied look that couldnt be replicated anyways else. “are you okay?” he nodded his head but you fixed him with a stern look “yes im okay, thank you. thank you for all of it”