Thank you for requesting, anon ♡ and yes im using a prompt from the future LOL because i noticed that degradation was indeed in the list!!,,, i’m not rly sure how degradation works so I Tried, i hope this is enjoyable/nice? (Implied fem!reader btw.)
kinktober, day 30: temperature play | degradation.
“Look at you,” San coos as he regards you, eyes mirthful yet dark. You fidget from where you’re kneeling by his feet, throat dry.
Long fingers grasp your chin, tilting your head back slightly so you’re forced to look up at him. He rubs his thumb over your lip gently, applying the slightest pressure causing you to part your lips, and then he leans down slightly, before spitting right into your mouth.
Shocked, you stare at him with wide eyes, even as you clench involuntarily, squirming where you’re sitting on the floor, and the knot in your stomach tightens. San notices the slight tremble running through you, and smirks. “You like that?”
You don’t answer, and his grip tightens slightly, forcing your mouth open further as he spits again, and your eyes slip shut as you moan quietly. “What a dirty slut, getting off on this.” San grits out, and you meet his eyes again to see them ablaze, wild.
You lift up a hand weakly, holding onto his hand and prying it off your face before sliding your mouth down on his fingers, and he groans as you swirl your tongue around, wetting them with your saliva mixed with his own. “Fuck, you whore, you like having my spit in your mouth and then using it to suck me?” You still as he glares down at you, and he taps on your tongue, making your jaw go slack. Slipping his fingers out of your mouth, he wipes them off on your cheek, dragging a line of spit from the corber of your mouth to your cheekbone. He makes quick work of the button before he’s sliding his jeans down to his knees, and pulling himself out of his underwear. “Want me to come down your throat too? Want me to fill up your mouth to the brim, make it drip out as I fuck this?” He smears precome on your lips as he drags his cock against them, and you nod eagerly, moaning out an embarrassingly desperate ‘yes.’
“Of course you do, love being my toy, mine to fuck and do with as I please,” he groans as he finally sinks into the heat of your mouth and you accomodate him, relaxing your throat, tears springing to your eyes from both his actions and his words. “So fucking wet here, I wonder how the other hole feels? Should I spit there too, eat you out till you’re screaming? Bet you’re already fucking gushing like the little slut you are.” He spits the words out, and anyone listening at that moment would think he meant it, meant every derogatory word with as much disgust as possible.
But not you. You know exactly how much love he pours into each word that he throws at you, you know they’re dripping with his love and desire for you. And he knows you know, when your throat flutters around him and your eyes roll back in pleasure, coming untouched as you convulse.
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