#the internship

Stuart Twombly x f!Reader

warnings/notes: cock cage, handcuffs, whining, begging, crying, (stuarts likes the torture), reader and stuart are dating, fingering, masturbation

Stuart knew he deserved it even though his ego would never let him admit it. It started with him ignoring you at work, too busy looking down at the screen in his hand to answer the question about what he wanted for dinner or what he thought about your outfit. You were frustrated, having to get his attention multiple times before he decided to turn off his phone and give you the time of day.

It had been happening repeatedly for weeks on end. It was like he didn’t even care anymore! And when you were at home, the only time he even spoke to you was when his eyes were burned out from the bright digital screen and you two were lying in bed together. Those moments hardly lasted any long, the exhaustion from working at the Google Headquarters taking its toll on the both of you.

The punishment that you had picked out specially for him was sure to change his behavior. Maybe now he would learn that being ignorant and lazy would come with a price.

The price of having his precious little cock caged up with the key dangling from a chain on your neck.

To make things worse, his arms were cuffed together behind his back. He was definitely listening now. Tears pricked at the corners of his honey-colored eyes, bottom lip pulled between his pearly white teeth as he suppressed groans of pain. His lower abdomen muscles tensed up and spasmed, hardening cock restricted from growing by cold metal.

“Please- I can’t,” he choked out, brown hair freed from the confines of his beanie. “I promise- I promise I’ll be good,” the poor boy panted. You clicked your tongue, shaking your head as your fingers played with the key around your neck.

“Such a bad boy, Stu,” you tutted in a condescending pout. “Does it hurt?” He nodded, throwing his head back and knocking his glasses askew.

“Hurts so bad,” he complained, dark brows furrowed. “Oh God- fuck- I can’t,” Stuart grunted, his hips raising off the mattress in pain as his dick tried to become erect against the small cage. You smiled innocently, twirling the lacy ribbon of your rosy-pink bra around your pointer finger. Your boyfriend could clearly see the darkening patch growing on the matching panties you wore. He pulled against the cold handcuffs in frustration.

It looked incredibly painful. Parts of his cock were pushing through the gaps in the cage, making his balls swell up. He was crying now, hunched forward as his tears fell on his bare thighs. You ignored his babbled pleas, sliding your fingers underneath your underwear and rubbing at your clit, sighing in pleasure. Stuart watched through teary eyes and foggy glasses as you fingered yourself under your panties. It made his dick attempt to swell further, causing the metal bars to dig into his sensitive flesh.

He was whimpering, whining, and moaning all at the same time. It was like he was a wounded animal. “Listen- please just fucking listen,” he rasped. “I wont use my phone that much anymore- I promise,” Stuart sobbed, chest rising and falling as he sucked in breaths of air. You gave him an amused look, pulling your fingers out and shuffling closer to him.

“Good boy,” you whispered, bringing your wet fingers up to his mouth and forcing the digits behind his soft lips.

“Mmph,” he whined, tongue swirling around and collecting your arousal.

“Wait ten more minutes, okay?”

A fresh wave of tears rolled down his cheeks. He stared hopelessly at the key dangling from your neck. Stuart forced himself to nod, pulling away from your fingers with a string of spit connecting them with his tongue. How could he wait ten more minutes when the five minutes he had just endured felt like an eternity?

Was reorganizing files on my laptop and forgot about this little project of mine. I decided to finish it.

Anyway these are the Sterek Variants I ship: