Work Text:
Beneath you, wonderfully entangled within the midst of fine, silky sheets laid a vaguely unfamiliar sight; something new.
Sensitive, reddened skin rose and fell within rhythmic timing, thin, scarlet lines contrasting against a pristine white. Each rise and fall of a large, battered chest was accompanied by a low, semi-pained grunt, narrowed blue eyes swirling with desperation peering into your much more malicious ones.
You had Guest 1337 hopelessly wrapped around your finger— the towering, battle-hardened soldier being merely reduced to a whimpering cockslut following a few simple ministrations by your skilled hands.
His body flailed underneath yours uselessly, hands tied and bound by restrictive rope; a fine vermillion color of your personal choosing.
You’d, quite literally, whipped him into shape– per his own request. Said whip laid carelessly discarded on the floor, the two of you deciding to pay it no mind in place of more important affairs.
Guest let a shaky gasp slip past his lips, blissful tears pricking at his eyelids as the tip to a well-lubed dildo breached his hole— roughly about 8 inches in length with a fine girth.
He craned his head back— an action you took as an unprompted invitation to clamp your teeth down into his neck and leave an organized trail of hickies. He could barely stifle his whines, a simple roll of your hips enough to drive him near insane.
You lifted your head slowly to assess the damage, the edges of your lips tugging upwards to form a crooked smile. Cruelly, you set an absolutely ruthless pace, watching with delight as your strap-on viciously penetrated the large man within your grasp.
“A-Agh! P-Please, master… I… I-I need- Ngh!” A quick stop was put to his senseless blabbing with a rough jab to the prostate, his head thrown back with a yelp as he clenched around the thick silicone.
“Tell me, what exactly is it that you need, baby? Hrm?” You cooed, knowing full well his desired as your hips continued to punishingly slam against his, your fingers slinking down his scarred torso and grasping his throbbing dick; holding it prisoner within your clutches.
The past hour had been a torturous one— for Guest, atleast.
Each time he’d tried to cum, you’d cut him off; withholding all stimulation as he writhed and pleaded with you like a prisoner locked within a cage, begging for release.
After about three cycles of the same madness, you decided you’d ‘play nice’ for once.
And, by ‘play nice’, you were about to make this man cum absolute bucketloads.
“F-Fuck, please! P-Please, please, please, I’ve been g-good— AH!~” The soldier sobbed, eyes blown wide open like saucers as he felt the sudden pressure around his dripping, neglected cock.
You’d begun stroking him with profound vigor, the tip of your thumb targeting the fine slit on his cockhead as you made sure to speed up your thrusts in tow to match the speed and rhythm of your hand.
Fresh tears pooled below and stained the array pillows stacked beneath Guest’s head, his hips rapidly thrusting upwards as he tossed you a desperate glance.
“It’s alright now, baby. Come on.”
“Cum.”
And with one simple command he was tossed into a spiral of madness, an amalgamation of nonsensical gibberish and praise raining out from his throat as globs of hot, sticky semen splattered onto his lower belly.
He panted as if he’d ran a marathon, hurriedly panting and sucking in air almost akin to a slippery fish out of water.
You could do nothing more but smile, wiping off your now dirtied hand on even dirtier bedsheets.
“That’s it. Good boy.”