Summary: You and Ajax are co-stars in a movie, but can’t seem to get your chemistry right.
Warnings: M x F, Hard Dom Ajax, choking, making out, doggy style, rough sex, crying, male orgasm, squirting, fingering, dirty talk, degrading language, hair pulling.
Word Count: 2.2K
“Cut.”
As the cameras stopped rolling and workers scrambled to wrap things up for the day, both you and Ajax let out a sigh of frustration. Despite your best efforts, your on-screen chemistry with him just wasn't cutting it.
You two had been working on this scene for the past few hours now, and just couldn’t seem to nail down the tension between your characters. The two of you had struggled to make your performances convincing, but the pressure was mounting as the director had been expressing her concerns more frequently.
“I don’t care how you two do it, but figure out a way to make it look like you don’t hate each other, please.”
You gave a polite nod with wide eyes and Ajax just shot her a pursed smile and nodded. As you angrily retreated to your trailer, you felt a hand grab your arm.
“What’s your problem?”
You turned around and saw none other than your lackluster co-star. You rolled your eyes and continued walking as his irritating voice rang through your ears.
“You heard her back there, we need to figure something out.”
Before you could close the door on him, Ajax reached out and pushed through instead. You slam the door behind him, making him jump.
“Listen, Ajax. You’re a great actor, I’m a great actress, but I just don’t think we’re compatible, alright? It’s just not working between us.”
You walked over to a counter and poured yourself a glass of water, avoiding his gaze at all costs. You couldn’t bring yourself to have any tension between him on screen, because the tension you two had off screen was more than enough.
“Then, we can make it work. You have a copy of the script in here, right?”
You set the glass down and crossed your arms over your chest, using your chin to point to a table behind him, where the script sat.
He quickly picked it up, flipping through the pages until he came to a stop, his eyes scanning over the page in a frenzy to find a scene to practice with you.
“Here. We can.. We can go over the scene we just can’t seem to get past.”
A sarcastic tone dripped from his words as he slid the script towards you. You rolled your eyes and closed the pages as you looked back at him with a distasteful look on your face.
"Fine. But can we just get through this quickly? I have things to do."
"Sure, but let's try to make this believable, okay?" He walked closer to you and flipped open the script again, almost making you scoff.
"I know how to act, Ajax. Don't tell me what to do."
He grumbled something under his breath before sighing and letting you speak. You took a deep breath and fixed your hair before getting into character, slightly raising your voice at him.
“Maybe if you fixed your attitude and weren’t such a bother to everyone around you, then I’d like to be around you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ajax took a small step towards you, and somehow you couldn't help but gravitate towards him as well. With the cameras off and without an audience of 3 dozen, everything suddenly became easier.
“You’re insufferable to work with, you walk around like you own the place, and you think you’re some kind of genius when you’re no smarter than everyone here combined. That’s what that’s supposed to mean.”
He rolled his eyes and threw his head back before throwing his arms up in anger. He looked beautiful, but of course you couldn’t tell him that.
“Why do you always act like that? Like you always have something better to do than be around me, like you’d rather be anywhere else but here?”
“You know exactly why, Ajax. It’s because I’m in love with you.”
A thick silence hung over the two of your heads as you realized your mistake. His character's name wasn't Ajax. His mouth opened for a quick moment, as if to recite his next line, but it settled on closing. You watched his Adam's apple bob against his throat.
“Your next line is-” You had attempted to mutter out, but you didn’t stand a chance against the way Ajax suddenly leaned in to press a firm against your lips. He pushed you back against the counter, both of his arms caging your body as he towered over you.
You softly sighed into his mouth before swiftly hopping onto the surface of the counter, pulling him impossibly closer when you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.
Ajax sneaks a hand up to the back of your head, and softly grasps at your hair, making your mouth fall open in a choked moan.
“A-Ajax..”
He was quick to pull at your roots harder, effectively shutting you up. In strong contrast to the assertive personality you sported just a few minutes prior.
“Not now.”
Your lips smashed back together in a passionate kiss, fueled by pure spite and lust towards one another. Moans poured from your mouth into his, as he greedily swallowed whatever noises you would give him.
“Do you want this as much as I need it?” Ajax mumbled against your mouth as his hand reached down towards the button of your shorts. He didn’t bother to take them off, but instead he softly grabbed at your clothed cunt, as if it were his.
You nod and your thighs squeeze his hand tighter. He lifts you from the counter, and in a flash he throws you down onto your bed, face down ass up with your head against your pillows.
You look back at him and watch as he pulls off his own pants, you knew the costume crew would give you both hell for not changing out of your outfits, but both of you were too clouded by pure lust for each other to care.
Ajax caught your lust filled gaze and made quick work discarding his clothing before leaning down against your body and speaking lowly into your ear. You whimpered into the pillow at the feeling of his strong chest pressing into your back.
“I’ll take care of you, alright? You don’t need anything else right now, got it?”
As if you were under a spell, you immediately nodded against the pillows. The warmth his body provided was short lived, and you almost complained until your shorts were practically torn down your hips, your underwear with them.
A short gasp forced its way from your lips when you felt his finger running gently up your pussy, smearing your arousal against the pad of it. Pushing your hips back, he finally slipped the digit inside of you. He couldn’t help but groan at your warmth and wetness.
“Hurry up.. I told you I have things to do.”
You teasingly remark, swaying your hips as to get his attention.
“Fine.”
Ajax quickly removed his finger from inside of you and used your slick and sticky arousal as lube. You were almost entranced by the way the blunt head of his cock would get caught on the makeshift hole he made with his fist, it made you all too eager to have him inside of you.
As you impatiently waited for him to get on with it already, you suddenly felt a large intrusion poking at your folds. You gasped in shock and gripped the pillow underneath you. And true to his word, he was hasty with his movement.
In one fast movement, his dripping cock was fully sheathed inside your wetness. You could feel the mix of your own sticky slick and his thick pre dripping down your cunt, and stringing down to your plushy thighs.
You let out a low moan at the sensation, subconsciously clenching around him as you adjusted. Ajax let a quiet whimper-like noise at the feeling, and began to shallowly trust. Your ass slapped back against his pelvis, and your soaked pussy was absolutely coating his dick in creamy white arousal.
Grabbing onto your waist, he began to use your body as a personal fucktoy, maneuvering your body like you were nothing but an object. His fingers dug into your soft flesh, using your hips as handles to fuck into you fast and hard.
You pushed back against his body and watched the way he threw his head back in ecstasy at the way your body moved against his. The sounds that were produced every time he withdrew himself and plowed into you were driving both of you crazy.
“You’re amazing.. We should fight more often..”
You rolled your eyes and clenched around him, almost making him double over in pleasure and shock. But as soon as he regained his position, he changed it just as quickly.
Ajax draped his body over yours and reached forward to grab at your jaw. Using his long fingers he forced your mouth open and dipped his index and middle into your panting mouth. Two fingers in your mouth, and three holding your jaw as he relentlessly pounded into your from behind, you were really just a cocksleeve to him. You adored it.
“Try that shit again, see what fucking happens..”
Whimpering, you tried to drop your head back onto the pillow, but his forceful grip on your head forbade you to even attempt it.
“M’sorry.. W-Won’t happen again..”
He craned your neck back to face him, and despite being covered in sweat and running makeup, you looked stunning. He leaned down and pulled you towards him in a sloppy kiss.
Ajax tongue licked everywhere possible inside your mouth, slithering over the backs of your teeth, sliding against your own tongue, everything that was once yours was now his. Your teeth clashed into his, unable to stop your body from being absolutely destroyed by his cock ripping through you.
“You have shit to do? Finish then, right now.”
He let go of your jaw and pushed you harshly back into the pillow, making you whine at how rough he was treating you. He planted one hand on your skull and gripped your hip with the other, using them as leverage to tear you open and permanently claim you as his.
You reached a hand down to rub at your clit, pushing tight circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves as you felt your arousal drip down your fingers, and your body lurched forward with every rough thrust.
“Fucking shit- you’re so fucking wet.. Could fuck you all day..”
Ajax reached down to grab the hand rubbing at your clit and you whined from the loss of contact, and brought your free hand to take its place. He quickly shoved your fingers in his mouth, and his eyes almost immediately flipped to the back of his skull. He groaned from around your fingers, and sucked them clean.
“Tomorrow, same time..”—He couldn’t stop himself from panting, like some kind of animal.—“I need to taste you.”
You wordless agreed through a choked out whimper, you could feel the rubber band inside of you getting pulled farther and farther. With each abusive thrust from the man you hated just moments before, and with each rough swirl of your fingers against your over-sensitive bud, you were due for an explosive climax.
Despite what you had told him earlier, you never wanted this to end. His offer, ‘could fuck you all day’ sounded all too good to you.
But it was far too late, you screamed into your pillow as you positively and utterly soaked everything around you in cum. He gritted out a loud moan through his teeth at the feeling of you fluttering and gushing around him. And despite the tightness threatening to push him out of you, he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, the one that caused you to squirt all over him, the one that he had caused.
It was simply too much for the both of you, your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your body practically collapsed against the bed. But Ajax was unrelenting. As soon as your own legs and arms gave out under you, he reached under you to grip at your hips. You were pliant, nothing but a sex doll at this point, and he loved it.
“Fuck.. Fucking love this pussy, all mine, isn’t it?”
You couldn’t help but moan out a faint “mhm” as he used you and abused your plenty stretched hole.
Ajax collapsed against your limp body and you felt his thrusts becoming messier, less calculated, weaker.
“God, you feel so fucking good.. I can’t.. I can’t any more..”
It took virtually no time at all until he exploded into you, completely painting your slick walls in his own release. As he pumped loads of warm cum into you, he groaned out breathy noises into your ear, and you couldn’t help but get worked up again just by hearing him.
Ajax didn’t stop humping at you, and you could feel his cum spurt out of you at how much there was, and how he somehow was still fucking you.
“A-Alright.. Down boy, you’ve had enough for today.”
You weakly murmured as he finally slipped out of you. You flipped over so you were facing the ceiling, which you could barely see through the tears and makeup that brimmed your eyes. Ajax, still panting, collapsed against your chest, pulling your drenched body against his.
Summary: You and Ajax pay a visit to a sex shop and you let him pick out whatever he wants. However, your mind can’t help but wander with everything he chooses.
Warnings: M x F, toys, orgasm denial, riding, mentions of pegging + male fingering, degradation.
Word Count: 1.9K
You had been a frequent customer at this shop, so much that when you walked in the cashier greeted you by name. However, Ajax had never been.
His shame of being seen in a store like this clouded his thoughts for the longest time. But he had been such a good boy for the past week, that you offered to take him to let him pick out anything he wanted.
Ajax tentatively walked past the various rows of toys and equipment, his eyes lingering on some things longer than others. With basket in hand, you followed him with a smile.
New handcuffs were his first pick. The old ones broke after you had tortured him for ages, and he finally had enough. You feel heat pooling between your legs as you recall just how desperate he had been that night, to snap metal was impressive.
“P-please.. I can’t- I can’t take it anymore.. Please let me cum, I-I’ll do anything..”
You cooed, feigning pity on the poor writhing boy, and yet you showed none in your actions. You had been edging him for the past hour it felt like, and this was his 6th denied orgasm.
Your tight fist drifted up and down his aching cock, making his body jolt in pain every time you passed over his sensitive tip.
“You’ll do anything for it, Baby? Anything for me?”
He nodded his head uncontrollably fast, whimpering as your movements quickened as you spoke.
“Y-Yes, anything you want.. always.”
Bringing him to his peak was always easy, and it was no different now. One hand reached down to his balls and gave them a squeeze, while the other continued its relentless pace stroking him.
“O-Oh fuck, oh fuck ple-please.. I’m so close please, please let me cum.. I love you so much, please.”
And just as quick as pleasure came, it went. You swiftly removed your hands from off of him and watched with dark eyes as he arched his back off the bed with a loud groan, denied again.
Tears welled in his eyes and he thrashed against his restraints. With a strength only able to be produced in a high adrenaline situation, he snapped the cuffs in half, to both his and your surprise.
“A-Ajax..”
“I-I’m sorry.. but please please touch me..”
You cocked an eyebrow as you watched how he pulled a fairly large strap on set off of its hook, and absentmindedly placed it in the basket. You looked up at him to see any indication of bashfulness, but he was already looking for his next pick.
The two of you had never ventured into pegging, however it seems you have an amazing obligation to start now. Ajax had been thinking about it for weeks now, never getting the opportunity to hint at it until now.
Ajax’s mind couldn’t help but wander as he ran his fingers over the various options of lube. He imagined how they would feel coated on your finger as you stretched him open, making him scream and cry the way he truly wanted.
“How’s it feel, love?”
You queried as your ring finger slowly sunk deeper into him, right alongside your middle. Your unoccupied hand laid on his hip bone, tenderly caressing it to comfort him.
“F-Full, really.. really full..”
It had only been a few minutes, and Ajax was panting and whimpering like he’d finished already. You smiled down at him and began to shallowly thrust, feeling the way he tightened around you and observing how his thick member twitched at the feeling.
“Poor thing. Already out of breath and we’ve barely even started..”
After tossing a few bottles of lube into the collection, his hand reached out to inspect a gag, black leather and metal. But before he could pull it off the hook, you beat him to it. Ajax smirked and you smiled back.
“You need this.”
Ajax threw his head back against his pillow as your warmth slowly encompassed him. The wet tightness that enveloped his dick was far too much for him to handle, especially when he would open his eyes and see you riding him so beautifully.
You squeezed around him with a soft moan and he couldn’t help the loud whine that escaped his mouth. Far too loud, in fact. He often forgot you two didn’t have a house, but yet an apartment. The two of you had never gotten a noise complaint by some miracle, but you wouldn’t be surprised if it was impending.
“Always so loud, Ajax. Just can’t stay quiet can you? Does it feel that good?”
His mouth dropped open in an attempt to give you a verbal response, but all that spilled out were noisy moans and pathetic whimpers as you began to roll your hips.
“Y-Yes.. Ah fuck.. please, I-I’m trying..”
Ajax swallowed anxiously, trying to push his thoughts to the side. Getting worked up in a sex shop seemed typical, but somehow he still felt ashamed as his dick twitched in his pants.
After almost an hour, he finally deemed himself finished. The basket was practically filled to the brim with toys, much to your satisfaction, you couldn’t wait to break him.
And he couldn’t wait to use all of the toys, as you paid for everything and struck up a small conversation with the cashier, the half-hard erection he had been sporting this entire time thickened against his pelvis.
Ajax had to stop his urge to hide behind you and wrap his arms around you, but the more time that passed he felt like you were dragging things out on purpose. Making him watch you take out each item from the basket and place it on the counter, curling your fingers around certain items, it seemed like the torture had already begun.
But after what had felt like an eternity of your small talk and his impatient shuffling, you were finished. And as soon as you got into the driver's seat, you ripped open the packaging to a vibrating cock ring and ordered him to take off his pants.
“Off, now. You think I didn’t see you fidgeting in there? Couldn’t have waited five more minutes until we got out to be a desperate bitch?”
Once his pants were off and his red hard member was standing proudly exposed, you sheathed the ring onto him and pressed the button to trigger the vibrations. He slapped a hand over his mouth to stifle the pathetic whimper that slipped out.
“Well, now you get to keep that on until we get home, be a good boy and don’t cum on my dashboard, alright?”
Summary: Ajax learns that begging gets him exactly what he wants.
Warnings: M x F, handjob, lots of begging, crying, mild denial.
Word Count: 1.2K
You had to study, and to put it as simply as possible, Ajax was beyond turned on. Whether it was caused by the harsh tone that laced your words when you had scolded him for bothering you, or whether it was his bratty need to be the center of your attention, you didn’t know.
You shook your head as you felt his needy hands reach out to pull you away from your book. He laid sideways against you as the textbook sat in your lap, it should’ve been him. Soft huffs left his mouth as his hard cock pressed against your thigh.
“Ajax, what did I tell you? Once I’m finished, you’ll have my attention, alright?”
It was like he had completely disregarded your words, and he began to grind his painful erection against your leg, moaning into your neck as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. You ignored him the best you could, and continued to study.
“No.. N-no please. I want you now, need you- please.”
“Give it a rest, love. Only another twenty minutes and I’m yours. Be good and be patient.”
He wanted to listen and be good for you so badly, but his body overrode his rational mind. He shook his head, and licked his swollen lips.
“I can’t.. I can’t stop. Please pay attention to me, I’ll be so good. Please, please look at me.” He sounded positively breathless as he begged, the thrusting of his hips against you not ceasing nor slowing.
“Y-You can punish me later for being bad, but please just touch me now. Need it more than anything, please..”
Tears began to well in his eyes, the stimulation of him rubbing himself against you was nowhere near enough to what he needed. He was helpless without you, and knew the only way he was ever able to cum was by your hands, by your control.
And right now you seemed less than willing to even look his way. It made him want to start crying, maybe you’d finally spare him a glance, then.
When he realized you weren’t going to give in, he whimpered and continued his grinding, moaning at the painful friction. He really couldn’t do it without you.
And you sensed his troubles too, you know he was nothing without you. Despite being in control of his own body in a literal sense, you were the only one who knew how to handle him the way he needed.
You reached a hand out to stroke his cheek, feeling how it had become damp. You weren’t sure when he had started crying, but his eyes rolled into the back of his head and droplets fell at your touch.
“Can’t get the job done without me, isn’t that right?”. You murmured in a fond, teasing tone. You felt him nod against your hand almost immediately.
“N-Never, only you know how t-to do it.. You’re so fucking good at it too..”
You could feel your own arousal leaking out of you and dampening your underwear at his words. The thought of him being helpless without you drove you to bring him to tears.
Ajax whined and reached across your body to grab the book, and he practically threw it onto the floor. He was frantic and desperate for you and you were taking far too long.
His hands reached out to pull yours against his body, running one hand up to wrap around his neck and the other to palm over his hard cock through his pants. He felt hot and heavy, and even through his pants you could imagine the thick shaft slapping against his stomach or bobbing in front of your face.
“P-Please just touch me.. please- I-I’ll do anything y-you want, I swear..”
To his relief, you gave into the temptation and pulled down his garments until he was bare, and what a familiar yet ever so charming sight. His dick was standing proud and hard, despite the defeated and already fucked out look on his face.
“Fuck- I’m so fucking hard for you, I love you so so much Please touch me.. need it so bad.”
You spit into your palm, not that he needed any help with lubrication, he was practically creating a second skin for his cock with how much precum was seeping out of him.
The moment you wrapped your warm hand around his dick, his mouth dropped open and he basically screamed.
“Oh thank you thank you thank you..”
“You’re so needy, Ajax. You know, I should punish you for running your mouth so much.”
His eyes rolled into the back of his head when you twisted your wrist harshly and squeezed his sensitive tip. He nodded and licked his lips at the thought of you doing anything to him.
“Y-Yes! Please please please punish me, I’ve been so fucking bad, haven’t I?”
You shook your head and reached your free hand down to grab at his balls, squeezing them harshly as a warning for him to start behaving. It proved ineffective, as his hips jolted up and his pleads melted into a loud whimper.
“You want to be punished that badly? Then you can have it..”
With a swift movement suddenly all the stimulation came to a complete stop. This was not at all what he had in mind when you mentioned punishing him.
He shook his head frantically and began whining when your movements came to a halt. He lifted his hips in an attempt to chase your hand, to chase the high he desperately needed again.
“N-No.. Don’t stop, want more, need more. Please please keep going.. W-What do you want? I’ll do anything plea-”
You cut him off when your hand slowly started to move again, sliding his sticky precum against his soaked shaft. You hummed to yourself at his words and observed the way he crumbled under your burning touch.
“Flattery gets you everywhere, Ajax.”
“You’re so fucking amazing, know exactly how to treat me- how to deal with me.. T-The only o-one too. I belong to you and you only, no one could ever be better than you… Oh fuck- please..”
Thick, hot tears streamed down his face and rolled down his neck as he cried out praises, just for you. His hands balled into fists and his nails dug into his palm, only adding to the pain.
The speed of your strokes sped up, and with that, his hips began to thrust up into your hand. His moans grew louder as he fucked the makeshift hole you created just for him. Nothing would beat the warm and wet vice that was your cunt around him that left him absolutely ruined, but beggars can’t be choosers.
With an intense shudder that wracked through his sweaty body, his poor cock twitched and shot bullets of sticky white release against your hand and his body. His abused vocal chords were far too ruined to make any noise at this point. So he opted for breathless huffs as he continued to orgasm for the next minute.
For a last effort to torture him, you squeezed his cock at the base and lifted it up the shaft, corraling his release against your hand until you pulled off. Ajax twitched at the feeling but couldn’t bring himself to beg you to stop, after all, you knew what was best for him.
And patience definitely wasn’t Ajax’s strong suit, but somehow he always ended up getting what he wanted.
Summary: You need to grind out some work, but Ajax would prefer to do it with you.
Warnings: M x F, dry humping, grinding, cumming in pants.
Word count: 0.7K
“Ajax, please. I need to get this paper done then I promise we can do something, alright?”
Your words did nothing to stop him, and he continued to pull down your shorts so you were left in your underwear. He licked his lips as he saw the damp spot in the middle of your panties.
“Are you even listening?”
He shook his head and you couldn’t help but laugh at how entranced he looked.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.. You know that?”
You can’t help but roll your eyes and close your legs at his compliment, he was doing a good job at distracting you, but he could wait a few more minutes until you were finished.
At least, that’s what you had hoped for. But when a warm tentative tongue pokes out of his from between his lips and licks a long stripe up your covered cunt, you knew you had put too much faith in him.
You couldn’t help but lean your head back against your headboard and close your eyes, letting out a soft moan at the contrasting feeling of his wet tongue against the rough fabric.
“You’re horrible, you know that?”
With a swift shove, your computer was pushed to the side, forgotten. He smiled against your heat, knowing he had won.
Ajax pushed himself up and leaned across to kiss you, passion and desperate ferver evident as his thick tongue slipped into your mouth. He let out a soft moan as you sucked on it.
Hoisting your thighs up against his hips, he leaned further between them, pressing the ever growing bulge in his sweats against your now soaked underwear.
“F-Fuck..”
He couldn’t help but moan as he ground himself against you, he could feel your wetness through his own garments, and that could’ve been enough to make him finish on the spot.
But it felt too good to waste away this early on, it would’ve been foolish of him.
“So fucking wet, can feel you soaking me..” He sighed out, grinding deeper against you now.
“You’re not doing too hot yourself, love. Can feel how hard you are against me, haven’t even done anything yet.”
You teased right back, smirking up at him as he relished in the sickeningly sweet feeling of your crotches rubbing together. With every push of his hips against yours, you could feel the pulsating sensation of his sensitive cock against your aching arousal.
Ajax was unbelievably hard at this point, his dick was begging to be freed, to be touched and rubbed raw, but this would’ve done for now. He already disturbed your studying, he’d take what was given to him with great appreciation.
And you, on the same boat, could feel just how absolutely soaked you were. If there had been any remaining dry spot on your panties, they had all disappeared. The once light gray fabric was now thoroughly soaked through, turning an irresistible shining black.
He broke the kiss and pulled away to look down at where both your bodies met, and threw his head back in a loud moan. You had drenched yourself through your underwear, and left a large sopping mark on the front of his own pants.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect.”
You reached out to grab his shirt and you forcefully yanked him down back to kiss you. Your lips collided in an intense, sloppy kiss. He pawed at your shirt, desperate to cling onto your soft skin, and you grappled at his neck, longing to mark him and make him yours.
The kiss was broken as both of you groaned into the other's mouth. The rough head of his cock pressed against your throbbing clit, and it was simply too good of a feeling to even attempt to ignore.
He leaned forward to inhale your irresistible scent, and you whispered lowly in his ear. “Y-You gonna cum like this?”
“Only i-if.. Fuck- Only if you do…”
From then on the tease of your release spurred on his, and with every thrust and grind exchanged, it pushed you both closer to the edge.
“I’m close.. Please, come on baby..”
You nodded against him and pulled him in for another kiss. His thrusts became erratic at his point, he could barely control himself as he plowed you into the bed. You lifted your hips to meet his as your impending release ensued.
As you both reached your orgasm, whimpers and moans spilled from one mouth into the other, your sloppy kissing never ceased as his boxers filled with hot sticky release, and you somehow even further soaked your panties with slick arousal.
“Fuck me, you’re so fucking amazing.”
His body collapsed on top of yours and both of your chests collided in frantic heavy breaths.
Warnings: M x F, somewhat rough, very bratty ajax, slapping, choking, spit, heavy crying, begging, use of toys, handcuffs, kinda long sorry (but probably my favorite work of mine.)
Word Count: 2.2K
It had started harmless enough, you took his attitude as a harmless thing, knowing how he could get sometimes when he wanted a rise out of you. Being a brat, was all it was. But it had escalated greatly when he snapped at you when you finally mentioned his bratiness.
“You’re getting awfully bratty, does someone want attention?” You cooed, giving him a fake pout and holding your arms out in an offerene of a hug. But your gesture was just met with an eye roll and groan.
“I’m not being a brat, and even if I was, you wouldn’t do anything about it, anyways.”
Your arms lowered and your expression turned into one of confusion. He had his off days, but never like this.
So of course, you went the logical route. “Are you alright?”
He absentmindedly walked past you and sat down on your bed, as if he was completely disinterested in the conversation at hand.
“Yeah, I’m fine. It seems like you’re the only one with the problem here.”
You followed his path but didn’t sit down, just stood in front of him. You crossed your arms and looked down at his uninterested and annoyed expression.
“What’s your problem, then? You know better than to act like this. Talk to me, Ajax.”
You hoped you were able to appeal to his greater senses, reminding him how good he usually is for you, but he just scoffed, challenging you.
“Make me.”
You closed your eyes as you took a deep breath, and when you opened your eyes you were met with a cocky expression plastered on his face. You shook your head and started to walk away, it wasn’t worth it.
“Ajax. Quit it.”
“I don’t have to listen to you.”
Your head snapped back to where he was sat, and your eyes squinted at him and you looked at him up and down in disbelief. You felt like you were standing in front of a complete stranger.
“Yes, you do. Have you forgotten? You belong to me, you listen to me, and do as I say.”
He shrugged, it made your blood boil. Did he have nothing more to offer than that?
“I don’t belong to you, it’s not like you control me or anything..”
You had preferred the shrug.
“Why are you being so bad?”
Ajax scoffed and crossed his arms, rolling his eyes. “Because you won’t do shit to me, you’ve gone soft. You’re all bark, no bite.”
You angrily walked back over to him, and stood in front of him. He looked up at you. You were still in control, there was never a moment you weren’t.
Your fingers reached out to hold his chin, lifting it up a bit, further proving how much more power you had over him. He could do nothing but swallow and stare back at you. He had regret speaking, but it was too late now, you were past the point of simply upset.
“What the fuck is your issue? Acting out just for attention, how pathetic of you. So desperate for someone to pay attention to you that you just can’t help but be a bitch, acting like I don’t own you, like you’re not mine.”
Ajax’s mouth opened to speak, but before he could even get a single syllable out, you slapped him across the face, hard. It made his head turn to the side with a short yelp. “Shut your fucking mouth, Ajax. I don’t want a single word from you right now.”
He turned back to you and tried again, not getting nearly as close to speaking before you reached out and wrapped both of your hands around his neck, constricting his breathing as you practically yelled at him. You were furious.
“I swear to fucking god, if you don’t shut up I will leave you here, just like this.”
Venom seeped through your words as you threw him down, making him collapse against the bed. He huffed as he tried to regain his posture, but opted for holding himself up by his forearms, looking up at you, once again.
You slowly walked away from him, pacing in front of his gaze. Like a dumb dog, he watched your every move.
“You think I don’t own you..? Then whose are you, if not mine?”
“M-Myself..”
It was now your turn to scoff, his terrified tone was a dead giveaway, that he was all bark, never any bite.
“And you believe that?”
No response, as expected. You even caught the slight flinch in his body when you turned back to him. Pitiable, he was.
“Pants, off.”
It was foolish of you to expect him to listen, so when you didn’t hear the sound of his jeans rustling to be taken off, or the sound of his underwear hitting the hardwood floor, you weren’t too surprised.
He sat there, frozen in place, like he was conflicted on whether to listen, or keep up the act. He chose the latter, obviously.
“Still too stupid to listen to a simple command? Should’ve expected.”
His body trembled when you took initiative yourself and reached out to forcefully unbutton his jeans and aggressively yank both his pants and underwear off his shaking self.
The way he had instinctively crossed his knees and the wet sound of his cock slapping against his stomach were enough to let you know he was enjoying this much more than he was letting on. He was ashamed he couldn’t have hid it better, how easy it was for you to scoff at how his member bobbed in an attempt to control himself, and how clear strings of obvious arousal gushed from the tip.
Ajax was snapped out of his embarrassment when the creaky sound of your dresser being opened rang through the silent room. Your shared toy drawer, was what he inferred. He had been proven right once you had suddenly appeared in front of him again with a black vibrator and his favorite leather cuffs.
You wasted no time in constricting his hands. He had put up no fight, only huffing and pouting when you secured them around his wrists, but that was expected. You made yourself comfortable as you sat beside him.
With a few presses to the side of the toy, a loud buzzing rang through his ears, making him shiver. You brought it to his weeping cock, pressing hard against the sticky precum and smearing it.
You admired his attempt to control himself, lip being bit and eyes shut, but it wasn’t too long before his back arched off of the sheets and a loud sob ripped through him. A loud bark, you might’ve said.
The feeling was equal parts unbearable and pleasurable, and he writhed against the bed in agony. You refused to move from the same spot, the sensitive and highly reactive underside of his dick. His eyes brimmed with tears to your satisfaction, and he couldn’t stop a single whimper that pushed its way past his bitten lips.
“Look at you.. What a dumb slut you are, so desperate to be touched, taken care of. It’s no wonder you were acting out, isn’t that right, lovely?”
Ajax knew better than to open his mouth to let out anything other than his sounds of pleasure. Maybe you were looking for a response, but he felt too good to risk it.
The vibration increased in speed, and he cried out at the change. He couldn’t cum like this, you knew. The constant stimulation had already been proven too much for him, and it started to cross the border from pleasurable to pure pain. Which was exactly what you were looking for.
He lifted his hips up slightly to try and get you to move it, but it was no use. He was hopeless at this point.
“Pl-Please- Oh my god please.. M-Move it, I’ll be good, I-I’m sorry, i’m sorry. Fuck.”
Tears began to fall rapidly down his face, and his once moans now turned into weeps. It took him a bit to realize you never intended on giving him what he wanted. He was beyond hard and ready for you to punish him, edge him for hours, make him cum 6 times, slap him and make him hurt. He wanted to hurt, but not like this.
And he had no other choice but to lay there and take it, as hot tears rolled down the sides of his head and wet the sheets underneath him. He mewled pleas and begs that went unanswered by you, your only concern was keeping that vibrator in its place, as well as him.
“You wanna cum, Ajax?”
How awful of you, you smirked to yourself. He rapidly shook his head and choked out a sob as he spoke.
“No.. No, I can’t- P-please turn it off, please. I’ll be so fucking good for you if you turn it off. I belong to you, you own me, I’m yours.”
Ajax was simply spewing out words at this point, words he knew you’d like to hear. But you weren’t pleased in the slightest.
“You’ll be good for me? Then cum.”
He might’ve thrown a tantrum at your words if he had any less respect for himself. His body thrashed and he bawled loudly, knowing he had no other choice at this point. The phrase ‘Be good’ was being hammered into his head by himself, constantly reminding himself not to let you down anymore.
Your other hand reached up to pry his jaw open, not that it was difficult, as it was rarely ever closed with how much he was sobbing. His tongue stuck out, panting in anticipation. You didn’t even have to tell him, and what a good boy he was, but you didn’t give the satisfaction of praising him.
Instead you harshly spat on the muscle, a thick drop of spit landing on it. He graciously accepted it, swallowing it in a heartbeat.
“T-Thank you, thank you so fucking much.”
It’d be a shame to let him know, but it made your skin run hot and you felt your own arousal pool in the confines of your underwear at how truly desperate he sounded. His dignity was ruined, and his pride shattered.
Somehow, even through the torture, Ajax felt a familiar feeling him his stomach as a painful orgasm approached. He shook against his restraints and thrust his hips against the vibrations.
“You close, my love?”
“Y-yeah. Really really close.. fuck- I-I’m sorry for being bad.”
You hummed to yourself and brought your hand down to start slowly stroking the base of this throbbing cock. He melted into your touch, sweet whimpers spilling from his mouth. Despite the fact that he was trembling and breaking down, your gentle touch soothed him.
“Can I cum, please? Please, please let me cum, I’m so close please.”
Ajax all but bawled, looking up at you and looking as ruined as ever. His cheeks were covered in dried tears as new trails of salty droplets rapidly spilled from his swollen eyes. He sniffed as his nose began to run from how hard he was crying. Absolutely desperate was he, whether it was to stop or whether it was to cum, he was too fucked out and stupid to differentiate the feelings.
“Go ahead, darling, if you really think you’ve earned it.”
He didn’t think he had earned it, but he was too hopeless to care, so when you turned the vibrations higher, he lost it.
His climax tore through him, and he physically felt it wrack through his entire body. From the way his toes curled, his back arched, his head thrashed, and his jaw going slack in pleasure, it wrecked him.
Ajax had made a dirty mess of himself, to put it simply. Thick ropes of sticky cum covered his entire stomach, dripping down the sweaty skin, threatening to make even more of a mess. His cock twitched as you continued to press the toy against him through his orgasm, and you watched in fascination at the continuous spurts of fluid that gushed from the tip, you were surprised he had anything left in him.
“Please- please stop, I can’t take it anymore, please.”
You decided to show mercy, as he was far from quiet right now. You turned off the toy and tried to hush his sobs, to no avail. Without even taking the cuffs off of him fully, he curled into your body, his own quivering as he hiccuped and sniffed. And once his hands were free, you pulled him against your body so he was sitting in your lap with his arms wrapped around your neck.
You were alternating between softly cooing praises in his ear and trying to hush his cries.
“I-I’m- I’m sorry. I didn’t m-mean to be bad.. Jus’ wanted your atten..attention. I’m sorry.”
Gentle hands ran themselves across his back, fingernails tracing light patterns along the sweat slicked surface. It did little to soothe the trembling, but it was better than nothing.
“I know, sweet thing. It’s alright, you did so good for me. Such a good boy you are, right?”
You felt Ajax shakily nod against your shoulder, and you pressed a kiss to the side of his head. You had no doubt this punishment taught him enough of a lesson, if the tears that cascaded down his face and into your neck were an indicator of anything.
Maybe when he was in a better headspace you’d be able to address his attitude problems, but you’d say you got the job done just fine for the time being.
Summary: You catch Ajax red handed, and demand he continues.
Warnings: M x F, male masturbation, degradation, voyeurism.
Word Count: 1.3K
“Wait- Please.. I’m sorry.”
It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to run errands with Ajax. Despite the fact that he followed you and clung to you like a lost puppy, he occasionally let you go somewhere without him.
So it wasn’t anything foreign when you mentioned you were going out for a few things and offered to take him, in which Ajax politely declined.
But what you hadn’t been expecting was arriving back home and finding your boyfriend in your bedroom thrusting into his very own fist, whimpering and moaning the way he always did.
Maybe he wanted you to catch him, why else would he leave your door wide open? It was hard to read your expression. He didn’t know if you were upset, happy, or betrayed, you just slowly walked around the room in silence.
It intimidated him more than any reaction you could’ve possibly given him. Yes, he wanted to be caught, but no, you weren’t giving him the reaction he wanted. He wanted you to yell at him, scold him for being disobedient.
But instead when you finally chose to spoke, your tone was calm as you turned to look at him.
“If it was that much of a struggle to wait for me, show me how hard it was.”
His eyebrows furrowed and he suddenly felt small, ashamed, maybe. You could see his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed in fear. “W-What..?”
You scoffed at that, accompanying it with an eye roll.
“Come on now, Ajax. I know you know better than to be bad like this and pretend like you didn’t hear me.”
He swallowed again and looked up at you with pleading eyes, the embarrassment was far too much for him, and he felt miles inferior as his eyes met with yours.
And still, he wants to be good for you. Like second nature he wanted nothing more than to obey you and do whatever you asked of him. So with that, you watch in fascination as he begins to slowly stroke himself.
He let out a low groan at the feeling but abruptly stopped when you strutted over to the bed and sat down across from him.
“Don’t let me stop you, sweetheart, just need a better look.”
Ajax nods and takes a wavering breath before his hips gently began thrusting into his tight hold. He was less tentative this time around, maybe it was fueled by the intimidation he felt as he was practically swallowed by your gaze.
He threw his head back in a moan, cursing under his breath and twisting his wrist, just like you do. You can’t help but wonder, “What do you think about, when you think of me like this?”.
A whimper, is what you’re met with, as if your words had brought all of those thoughts back to him. He shook his head and lifted his hips faster to fuck his fist.
“F-Fuck.. so much. Think about how good you taste, how warm you are around me a-and how well you always take care of m-”
He’s cut off by a whine. Even when you’re not doing anything to him, just the simple thought of it absolutely destroys him. His hips stutter in exhaustion, so he opts for letting his hand do the work.
Ajax looked up at you with hooded eyes, biting his lip in arousal as the wet sound of his hand spreading his pre-cum across his dick seemingly echoed in the quiet room.
You didn’t look satisfied yet, the blank expression from before still on your face as you watched him. He whimpered at that. He wanted your praise and attention, your validation meant everything to him.
Ajax was getting desperate, he didn’t do it like you did, you knew that. But giving in wasn’t going to be easy. Like how most things happened, he had to work for it.
He broke the stare when he stroked himself quicker, the small bursts of pleasure wrecking his body. His breathing was labored and his moans sounded broken, he could barely finish one before another ripped through his throat.
“P-Please just kiss me- please..”
He barely managed to get out. His own voice, his own enemy, as he couldn’t even speak without whining.
As if by a miracle, you moved yourself closer to him. Instead of sitting across from him you were now sitting by his side, one thigh of yours draped over his, and your hands kept to yourself. It was enough though, as his strokes became longer, more passionate.
You leaned forward to whisper in his ear, the shiver that ran through his body not going unseen when you so much as just breathed in it.
“Why’d you do it, baby? How pathetic of you.. Letting yourself get caught fucking your hand, pretending it’s me.”
Ajax whined at the degradation. Your eyes quickly flashed down to his weeping cockhead, a runner of clear fluid gushing from the tip. He hit his lip to stifle a loud moan, in an attempt to control himself enough to answer you.
“Just.. Just wanted your attention, wanted to be bad for you, So you’d punish me. ‘m sorry..”
Breathless would’ve been the best way to describe him. He was embarrassed and ashamed at how much it turned him on when you made him feel this desperate and pathetic.
A gentle hand reached out and you placed your hand on top of his to still his movements and push it away. You replaced his with yours, your touch nearly causing him to pass out from how lightheaded it made him.
“Fuck me.. please, I’ll be good I promise..”
You shook your head and began to slowly stroke him. “You’ll cum like this and from this only, understand?”.
Ajax nodded and tried to relax in your hold. But he just couldn’t stop the shaking and shuddering that ran up his spine. The way you’d twist your wrist the way he loved, the way you’d slow your movements when you got to the head, only to rapidly stroke it when you started again. It made him weak, rendered him wrecked.
You lean forward to press wet kisses against his sweaty neck, occasionally licking the salty skin and smiling against it when he would whimper.
“You wanna cum, baby?”
“Yes- Yes.. more than anything, please.”
His cock had become severely heavier in your hands over the last few minutes, begging for release just as he was. You almost took pity on the dark shade of pink it had turned, looking almost painful at this point.
You reached your free hand to his balls and lightly caressed them, feeling how full they had become. His entire body jolted, having to be told by you to calm down and be a good boy for you.
With how heavy he felt in both of your hands you couldn’t help but laugh. Your voice was dripping with dominance as you worked him the way he needed.
“You’re gonna make such a mess, Ajax.”
The latter whimpered loudly and began to thrust into your hand, and you thankfully allowed it.
“Please.. please make me cum. I-I can’t hold it, please.”
You smirked and started kissing his neck again, the pleasure felt overwhelming, with both of your hands roughly touching him, and the feeling of your warm lips against his neck was simply too much. You were right, he was going to make a mess.
So it was no surprise when his whimpers picked up in volume and frequency and his body froze as with one final thrust into your hand, he exploded.
His back arched against the headboard and he just couldn’t keep still as his orgasm tore through him. Cum shot into the air and dripped down his cock, coating your hand in a thick layer of arousal.
“Fuck, thank you thank you thank you..”
You could bet that he’s never cum this much in his life, but you reckon you can always wreck him worse.
Summary: Ajax prefers to take the reins when you go down on him.
Warnings: M x F, blowjob, deepthroating, gagging, hair pulling.
Word Count: 1.3K
To say this was unexpected would be a complete lie, you knew exactly what you were doing when you wrapped your arms around Ajax’s neck and looked up at him with sultry eyes, just the way you knew he loved.
He smiled and kissed your lips gently, pulling back for only a moment to speak against your soft lips. "I'm glad you came."
You kissed him back, more passionate than how he had kissed you and his hands started to roam all over your body. You moaned softly into his mouth as you felt his large hands drag across your waist.
You deepen the kiss, licking the inside of his mouth. His hand moved down to your ass and squeezed it firmly. A whimper couldn't help itself from sneaking from between your lips, the sound quickly swallowed by his own. He gripped the tops of your thighs and signaled for you to jump up so he could carry you.
He brought the two of you over to his bed and sat down so you were in his lap. You pulled away from the kiss and looked up at him. "Let me suck you off."
He nodded happily at your statement and the two of you moved around until you were finally situated. He was sitting at the edge of his bed, and you were kneeled in front of him. You looked up at him with wide eyes of adoration as he made quick work of pulling down his pants and briefs.
Your eyes widened even further when he fully pushed off his clothes, his heavy and hard cock bobbing in front of you. The dim light in the room reflected off of the shiny runner of precum that dripped from his tip. He chuckled lightly at your reaction and reached a hand out to run through your hair. "Staring problem, hm?"
You nodded eagerly, not even caring if he was teasing you. You let him continue stroking your hair as you leaned forward and took him between your lips.
He threw his head back in a groan at the feeling of your warm tight throat constricting around him. "You're so perfect..”
He murmured out, lightly beginning to grip your hair at the root. You moaned around his cock and splayed your hands on his thighs to ground yourself.
You look up at him with half-lidded eyes, loving how much he was enjoying himself. You started to move your head up and down his dick, the ache in your jaw becoming unbearable, but it made it all the more enjoyable.
Ajax moaned softly as he felt my dick hit the back of your throat. Your tongue swirled around the underside of his shaft as you gagged slightly.
He gripped your hair harder as he began to gently pull on it, taking the initiative to start moving your head, taking control from you. You whimpered and gagged around him at the feeling of your hair being pulled on.
You moan around his dick, letting him use you however he wants. You love that he's using you like this, that he has complete control over you right now.
Becoming pliant under his gaze you let him control all of your movements. You felt his thighs flex whenever you'd try to deepthroat him, and a shudder would run up his body everytime you gagged.
You were desperate for his praise, just to be told you were doing a good job.
His grip on your hair becsme tighter as he started fucking your face roughly, thrusting his hips forward with each movement of your head. You gag around his cock as he pushed deeper into your throat, but you don't mind one bit. It felt amazing, knowing that he could do whatever he wanted to you without worrying about disobeying him. You would never.
"You're such a good girl, letting me do whatever I want to you, letting me use you.”
He practically growled out, his aggression being fueled by the tears that spilt over your waterline and cascaded down your red cheeks.
You moaned around his dick as he pulled your hair harder, causing your head to bob faster along his length. He let go of your hair to get a better grip, and grabbed it even harder this time around, making you whimper simply at the feeling. He began to fuck your mouth with long, forceful strokes, making sure to coat his entire cock in your thick spit.
You tried to pull back but he pushed your head forcefully back into his lap, forcing you to take him deeper.
"Don't even try it, you wanna be good for me? Then don't fucking move." You whined at his dominant tone and went back to letting him use you the way he wanted, if you protested any further you knew it would only do more harm than good.
He continued to force you down onto his cock, his pace quickening as your throat loosened with every rough stroke. His balls slap against your chin with each thrust, his pelvis hitting your nose with each impact. You attempted to gasp for air between each plunge, but still managed to keep your lips wrapped tightly around his member.
When he finally lets you pull off you look absolutely ruined. A deep breath is the first thing you take, feeling as if all of the air in your system had been stolen. Your hair is messy, front strands sticking to your face. Your lips are swollen and covered in your spit and his arousal. You looked positively wrecked and beautiful.
He smiled and laughed softly as you came up for air, his eyes adoringly looking down at you as he saw how ruined you looked. He leaned back slightly and watched as you absentmindedly leaned forward to lick his slick shaft, as if you were in a trance.
He stood up from the bed and gently grabbed you by your hair, but this time to move you back a bit. His other hand wrapped around his red and heavy member, beginning to stroke himself fast.
“Open up, baby. Wanna finish like this.” He sounded breathless and irresistible, wanting this just as much as you did.
You stuck your tongue out, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
The rough skin of his hands paired with the angelic image of you on your knees begging for his release quickly brought him to an intense orgasm.
“Fuck- I’m close, beautiful.”
A few more fast strokes and he was bursting all over your face. His orgasm crashed through his body like a tsunami, and he threw his head back and his mouth dropped open in an ear shattering groan.
“So good for me, so fucking good for me.” Your skin ran hot from his praise as ropes of cum landed on your cheeks, chin, and tongue. It dripped down your skin and you graciously swallowed what he allowed you to have.
“Thank you, sir.” Ajax chuckled breathlessly and looked down at you with a smile that could only be described as fucked out. He reached down and brushed a stray piece of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear.
He placed his fingers underneath your chin and moved your face around, inspecting his work. You were met with a cocky smirk on his face when you looked back up at him.
“Proud of yourself?”
You spoke, an obvious teasing tone behind your voice. He swiped a drop from the side of your face and pushed the soaked thumb in your mouth, scoffing when you unquestioningly parted your lips and accepted the salty coated finger.
“Even when you’re trying to be brat and give me attitude, you know exactly how to obey me.”
He was right, and you knew it, there was no debating that.
Summary: Ajax was your canvas, the only art medium? Your mouth.
Warnings: M x F, male orgasm, heavy marking, hickeys, biting, cumming in pants.
Word Count: 1.5K
Making up for lost time, was what you had called it. You had been away for the weekend on a business trip. And Ajax, practically worshiping the ground you walked on and the air you breathed, didn’t complain one bit.
You leaned in to softly kiss his neck, moving up and down to his jawline to his collarbones, lightly pecking and biting at them. He moaned softly and held onto your waist tightly, pulling you close to him. You felt his heartbeat begging to be freed from its confines.
“Easy love, haven’t even started yet..”
Your sultry tone pressed against the veins of his neck made him shiver. You carefully maneuvered the two of you so he sat against the headboard of his bed and you were in his lap, still kissing the sensitive skin of his throat.
His eyes roll into the back of his head as you continue to move your lips along his neck, stopping every once in a while to bite or suckle on it.
Ajax reached out to rest his hands on your ass, gently gripping at it every time you had bit into the soft flesh of his neck. You were set on leaving marks everywhere on him, so he knew, and so everyone else knew who he belonged to.
You bite harder into his neck as you suck hard and deep.
He threw his back against the headboard and his mouth couldn't help but drop open in a low groan. You pulled back from him to look at your work, almost the entirety of his neck was adorned with purple and red marks. You smiled at your masterpiece.
He gasped and took a sharp breath, feeling his heartbeat speed up, hammering against his chest. You reached your hand up to loosely wrap around his neck.
"You think you could lay down for me? Need to mark you some more.”
Ajax shivered at your low tone and nodded slowly. He laid down on his side and you moved so you were behind him now, your mouth adjacent to his shoulder, your next target. A hand reached underneath his neck and wrapped tightly around it, cutting off his breathing as your jaw unhinged and bit into his shoulder.
He tried to scream but only managed to let out a choked gasp, your grip on his neck making it harder to breathe. He writhed in your hold as you sunk your teeth deeper into the bruising skin. With strong suction, a dark mark formed on his once blank shoulder.
The pain and shock was too much for him to handle, and he let out a loud moan as he started to orgasm, body shaking in your hold.
A twisted smile crept its way onto your face as he whimpered and came into his pants. You let go of his neck and moved yourself from behind him, pushing him flat against the bed.
"Felt too good for you, hm? Just couldn't help yourself."
He couldn’t find it in himself to reply, whether it was out of embarrassment or arousal, it didn’t matter. His eyes were blown out, and he felt like someone had knocked the air out of his system.
You reached down and palmed him over his pants, feeling a slight dampness from his orgasm seeping through the fabric.
He moaned softly as you rubbed his member over his pants, enjoying the sensation of being touched by you again.
“I asked you a question, baby. Be a good boy and use your words.”
He nodded and swallowed thickly before mustering up the courage to speak.
“Mhm, missed your touch so much.. Couldn’t stop..”
The moment was short lived, as you removed your hand from the top of his pants and opted for marking his chest and stomach instead. You moved to straddle his hips, leaning down to lick over the empty canvas that was his chest.
His eyes widened when you started licking all over his body, leaving dark bruises all over him. Keeping his eyes open at this point would’ve been a foolish request, after the first sting of pain under his ribs his eyes had rolled so far their sockets you were afraid he’d get dizzy. With how light headed he felt, he might as well had been.
Every minute that passed, dozens of marks were left on the pliant boy. He whimpered at the feeling of you sucking a particularly dark hickey on his collarbone, just from the feeling alone, he knew it wouldn't fade for at least another week.
If he wasn't already absolutely littered with your marks, you decided he didn't have enough.
"Lift your hips, love."
He wordlessly obeys, showing no hesitation or resistance as you take control of his body the way he missed so much.
You unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down his body, he cringed at the wet feeling of his cum dragging against his skin. It served as another reminder of how easily he was affected by you, and it felt all the more humiliating, but he adored it. Once you had gotten off the pants, you started to pull off his underwear, which were positively soaked.
He groaned as you yanked off his briefs, exposing his throbbing member to the warm air. Even after his orgasm, he was already rock hard and dripping. You threw the clothes onto the floor and leaned down to bite into his hip bone. He gasped in pleasure as you bit into his flesh.
“Ple-Please.. More.”
Ajax was no stranger to begging, and he knew you could never resist it. He wanted this as much as you did, he wanted to feel the pain of the marks whenever he would accidentally bump too hard into his dresser, or feel his blood fight for territory in his cheeks or his cock whenever he would look at himself in the mirror.
As you sucked marks into the area around his hips and pelvis, you swirl your tongue over them, making him moan loudly at the tingling feeling.
"C-Close."
It was simply too easy. He whimpered out, reaching out to grab onto something to ground himself. You offered your hand, in which he graciously accepted. Your fingers intertwined as another mark was imprinted on his abused skin.
As he approached his limit, he felt the tension building inside of his stomach, but he fought back the urge to let go. Instead, he decided to at least try to make this last longer, prolonging the pleasure for both of you.
After declaring you were satisfied with your work, you sat up and looked down at him, running your hands over the marks. He whined whenever you would press your thumb down particularly hard into one of them.
With gentle hands, you wrapped them both around his dick, and as if doing a 180, your tender touches quickly turned into swift hard strokes. With every harsh movement, you smeared the thick clear liquid that flooded out of him.
His eyes roll back as you stroke him faster and harder, moaning in complete ecstasy. He bit his lip in an effort to quiet his noises of pleasure, but they proved to fail whenever you’d pass over the sensitive underside of his wet member.
And it was if you had pushed a button because the second the words, "Go ahead, baby. You can do it." left your lips, his hips drove aggressively into the air and white ropes of his intense arousal shot up.
He cried out as the first wave hit him, a long rope shooting from his tip into the air before falling back down against his stomach. His high pitched whimpers and whines filled the thick air.
You had thought he would've calmed down after a few moments, but the jackhammering of his hips never faltered.
“Fuck- I can’t stop.. Can’t stop cumming..”
Ajax’s stomach concaved, the feeling simply too much for his body to handle. The next two ropes were even bigger than the first one, followed by three more shots of cum landing all over his body and the bedsheets, covering everything in a thick layer of white.
You watched as he struggled to catch his breath and calm down, his chest raising and shaking with every inhale and exhale. You pitied the poor boy.
“You’ve got it, sweet thing.”
You lightly ran your fingertips along his body, in an attempt to ground him maybe, giving him something to focus on. You admired all of the marks on him as you did so.
You couldn’t help yourself, you leaned forward and gently kissed each of the marks you made, smiling warmly at him.
After a few minutes his breathing finally leveled out, and he looked over to you, looking disheveled as ever. He flashed a dumb smile and you gave him one back.
“What do you think? I know I’m no Xavier, but you look like a masterpiece.”
Ajax chuckled lightly and lifted himself up, holding himself up by his forearms. He looked down to the mess that had made itself quite present on his person. Absolutely covered in blooming purple red marks and sticky white release.
“Don’t tell him I said this, but I think you’re giving him a run for his money.”
Summary: There’s no better way to unwind than to share a candlelit night with the one you love most.
Warnings: M x F, wax play, blindfolds, bondage, pain, praise, minor crying, no sex
Word count: 0.9K
To say you lit up his life would be an understatement. So it was no surprise when after doors had been locked and wrists had been tied, you were carefully maneuvering a taper candle atop his body.
You had demanded he hand over his lighter to you, in which he greatly obliged, but this was far from what he had in mind.
Blindfolded, tied, and tortured.
Red wax had been an obvious choice, you contemplated pink, but figured the deeper shade would greater compliment the blush of embarrassment that would soon cover his soft skin.
“How are you feeling, pretty?”
Your smoothness of your voice rivaling that of the constant dripping of hot wax. Despite feeling hotter than ever, he shivered. He took a deep shuddering breath and you watched as his forearms flexed as he gripped at his hand restraints.
“Different.. Feels good.”
You’d be foolish to expect a full sentence out of him in this state, and if it were not your goal to render him speechless by the end of the night, you would’ve been displeased.
He heard how you had calmly hummed at his response, and suddenly the mellowness dissipated into a burning hot heat. He let out a short scream, his entire body arched off the bed, and the headboard couldn’t help but creak at the way his arms practically shot forwards.
“Fuck.. Give me a warning next time, please..”
His desperate begging did nothing but make you laugh, it was a lousy attempt at handing over any control over to him.
“You’ve got a blindfold on for a reason, Ajax. I’m not the gorgon here, so there’s no other need for it other than giving me full control over what you feel and what you see. Understood?”
He groaned but nodded nonetheless, hands gripping at the rope that bound him to his bed once more in an attempt to control himself and put up with the pain. He wanted to be good for you.
You were trying to paint a picture on him, which proved to be quite difficult with such a long range from the candle to your canvas. A heart maybe, with your initial in the middle, would’ve sufficed. As you had absentmindedly dripped the wax onto his chest and stomach, you took notice of how after every drip, not only would he wince and whine and shake, but how his member would always twitch.
You smilies evilly to yourself, and brought the candle towards his lower body, allowing the wax to hit him just on his pelvis. A bigger jolt and a small burst of pre was what you were rewarded with.
“Think you can cum? Just like this?”
A teasing tone evident in your voice. He knew if he came like this you’d either praise him for being such a good boy and listening to you, or alternatively, you’d degrade him for being so pathetic and desperate that it wouldn’t even take you touching him to bring him to tears.
He’s take his chances.
“Yes..”
His voice didn’t seem too confident, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself rather than you. But that was enough for you.
You brought the candle back to his ribs and began to rapidly pour the melted wax over his body. The scream he let out no doubt shook the walls, and you’d pray that no one could hear him, but you’d deal with it later.
He writhed against his bedsheets, hips thrusting into the air in search for any kind of stimulation, shoulders thrashing in an attempt to break free from his confines.
“You’re doing so good.”
You quietly praise him as another small splash assaults the skin of his hip bone.
“Feels so good, don’t stop..”
He all but murmured out, his speech becoming more slurred and strained. Despite no direct stimulation on his dick, he was harder than ever. In unison with the bead of wax that dribbled onto his hip, a thick drop of precum rolled down his heavy shaft.
In honor of his pleas, you didn’t stop. And true to your wishes, a heart in bright red wax sat beautifully atop the flushed skin of his chest and stomach. The candle wasn’t even halfway melted and he was already on the brink of his orgasm.
“Come on love, I know you can do it. Be good for me..”
You began to drop the hot wax to form your initial inside the heart. With each drip, a loud hiss and curse left his red bitten lips. As every second passed he felt himself being pushed off the edge, only moments away from soaking the sheets in his release.
“Gonna be good for you, please let me cum for you..”
A drip to the inside of his thigh is what sets him over the edge, it dribbled from the top of his thigh and down to the bottom. The new sensation in unmarked territory was euphoric, and with that, his eyes watered as his hips jackhammered into the air and he yanked onto the ropes that bound him.
Thick white release intermingled with thick red wax, the stark contrast of the two of your creations painting a beautiful scene. He was absolutely ruined, chest covered and skin sweaty.
He was panting wildly, and felt as if he had been hit by a truck, one that had set him on fire in the process.
You blew out the candle and set it down, then sat at the headboard to stroke his face. It was drenched in sweat and tears, and you thought he’d never looked better.
Warnings: M x F, overstimulation, crying, use of toys, begging.
Word Count: 0.5K
“Please.. Stop-”
Ajax had tried to beg you to let up, but it was no use. His pleads went in one ear and immediately out the other. You merely hummed to yourself as you absentmindedly moved the vibrator from the base of his dripping cock to the sensitive head, smearing the thick liquid that leaked out from him. The action made him thrash against the ropes tied to his headboard.
It had been almost an hour at this point, denying him of his orgasm only to bring him to climax over and over again until a layer of hot tears and sticky sweat sat atop his body like a second skin. This vicious cycle was nothing foreign, however it always ripped through him like it was the first time.
“I-It’s too much, turn it off- please.”
He had begun to shake, and felt as if his skin had been rubbed raw. Your ministrations did nothing to help his condition. Although you loved to hear him beg, you wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon. He wasn’t at his breaking point yet, and even then you wouldn’t stop until he was sobbing and begging for mercy.
Truthfully, he didn’t want you to stop. Overstimulation was one of his favorite things, you just knew exactly how to treat him, how to handle him, and how make him feel like the slut he truly was. You brought it out of him.
“You can give me a few more, can’t you Ajax? You wanna be good, don’t you?”
Your voice was dripping with faux sweetness and sympathy, but he saw right through it. He groaned loudly and tried to move his hips away from the buzzing toy, in which you only chased after him. You pressed the toy even harder against the underside of his member, as if it were a punishment. There was no escape for him, he knew that.
“What did I say? You want to be good, right? So stop moving.”
He hesitantly nodded and swallowed hard at your stern tone, he knew if he kept disobeying you this torture would just continue on for much longer than it already had.
“I expect words from you, Ajax.”
“I-I’m sorry, Ma’am.. wanna be so good for you..”
You smirked, and to his relief you pulled the vibrator away from his dick. He let out a loud sigh of satisfaction when the constant stimulation had finally stopped. The lack of pleasure being more enjoyable than that of too much.
“Do you need a break, love? We can stop whenever you want..”
You reached a hand up to hold his chin within your fingers, lifting it slightly to make him look at you. Innocent and glassy eyes met yours, a new wave of tears already beginning to form on his waterline, no doubt moments from spilling over. He took a deep breath and shook his head before speaking in a soft voice.
“N-No. Please, keep going.. I need it so bad, more than anything.”
You cracked a small smile and scoffed. You looked down at him as if he were pathetic, and it turned him on all too much. He heard the sudden intense buzzing of the vibrator, and he viciously threw his head back against the pillows as it was harshly pressed against the sensitive underside of his cock.
Summary: You and Ajax have been apart for a few days now, and he misses you dearly. He sends a video to make up for his lack of presence.
Warnings: 18+, M x F, male masturbation, he sends you a video, mentions of sex.
Word Count: 0.6K
It had only been three days since you last saw Ajax, but you missed him more than anything, and you knew the feeling was mutual. The texts exchanged back and forth were better than nothing, but it wasn’t enough for the both of you.
On the third night of being alone in your apartment, you set your phone down on the couch as you reached for the remote to turn the TV on. You had nothing better to do, and it wasn’t like you could bother your boyfriend like you usually did when he was home.
Once you had set up the TV, you picked up your phone. To your surprise, a message from Ajax appeared on your phone. It was late, he should’ve been asleep, but why wasn’t he?
With a confused expression adorned on your face, you unlocked the phone and swiped to his messages. What you were met with made your eyes go wide and your mouth go dry.
It was a video. A video of himself. The thumbnail did nothing to hide the image of your boyfriend leaned back against a couch with his phone propped up next to him. You were able to see the side view of him, his sharp defined jawline, his gorgeous nose, and if not the most vital detail, you could see his tight grip onto his proudly standing dick.
As you pressed on the video you brought a blanket up to your face, as if trying to cover the blush and heat that crept on your cheeks.
He was thrusting up into his fist, eyes rolling back into his head, almost struggling to fit himself in the small hole he formed with his own hand. He’d pretend it was you, trying to mimic the warm, wet, vice grip you always eveloped him in when you were together.
You watched in awe, the way his hips lifted off of the cushion, the way he’d fuck into his fist so passionately, wishing so badly it were you, and the way he threw his head back in ecstasy whenever his rough fingers squeezed the head of his soaked member.
“Miss you so much… you have no idea..”
That was the first time he had spoken during the video and he sounded absolutely breathless. Desperate would’ve been the only word to truly describe the tone in his voice.
He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a breathy moan as the wet passing of his fist over his dick replicated a sound that the two of you would make whenever you’d have sex.
His chest heaved and his noises got louder. The pace at which he was fucking the makeshift hole only increased as the video went on. He was close, you could tell.
“I love you so much, please let me cum for you..”
He whimpered out, mere seconds before his hips snapped into the air and threw his head back against the couch as his orgasm ripped through him. His neck might as well have broken by how aggressively he had done it. Ropes of hot white liquid shot out of his dick, landing on his sweaty chest and stomach, and all over his hand until it was practically gushing over the sides.
His breathing was heavy as he finally came down from his high enough to move after what had to have been a full minute, and he removed his hand from his softening member. He let out a small laugh as he held up his hands in front of him first, then showed them to the camera. Ropes of white spider-web like string dripped from finger to finger.
“I miss you more than anything, I’ll see you soon, beautiful.”
And with that, he reached forward to end the video, leaving your jaw slack and your underwear soaked.
Warnings: 18+, aged up, M x F, strong orgasm denial, crying, vaginal sex, handjob, blowjob, choking, slapping, mild-bondage, lots of begging, use of the titles “ma’am” and “mommy”.
Word count: 2.6K
You knocked on Ajax’s door and waited for a few seconds before he opened it, looking down at you and a smile almost immediately appearing on his face.
“Hey, what’re you doing here?”
“Hey Ajax, just wanted to come see you. Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
You pushed him back and shut the door behind you. You had been looking up at him with sultry eyes. He looked at you with a confused expression before finally breaking into a smile.
“I guess that's one way of saying hello.”
He chuckled lowly, mostly to himself, before speaking again.
“What brings you today?”
He seemed almost completely oblivious as to what you were insinuating. It was endearing.
“Just thought I’d stop by and say hello to my favorite person.”
You reached out your hand and placed it over his shoulder, pulling yourself closer to him.
He grins widely as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in closer. The contact made you sigh softly.
“You know me too well. Come in, let’s have some fun.”
“What kind of fun?”
You ask, sensing you both had completely different things in mind.
His grin widens even more.
“Well, how about we start with dinner? We can talk and catch up while we eat. Then afterwards, maybe we can go out for ice cream or something? Sounds good?”
You give a light sigh as if you were contemplating it. After a few seconds, you gave him a suggestive smile.
"I was thinking of a different kind of fun."
You began to push him back slowly and towards his bed. His eyes light up with excitement, and a glint of something else.
“Oh really? Tell me what you have in mind then.”
By the time you had spoken again, his knees were pressed against the edge of his bed frame. You stopped moving him back and instead just pushed him down by his shoulders so he was sitting. He smirked up at you in excitement and reached out to hold your hips in his large hands.
“For starters, I was thinking I could tie you to your bed and have my way with you, then from there on I decide how I want to use you.”
You reached out and traced his jawline with your fingers.
He gulped subtly before taking a small shuddering breath. He nodded and looked up at you with wide eyes, almost looking frightened.
“A-Alright, let’s do it.”
With an evil smile, you roughly laid him out against the plush cushions and blankets of his bed.
"Stay still."
You ordered with a stern voice. You turned around and opened his dresser and pulled out a roll of rope. As you had done all of this, he stared at you wide-eyed, obviously scared, but also aroused.
“Y-Yes ma'am.”
You walked back over to him and quickly straddled him, rope in between both your hands. You pulled his wrists towards your own body and began to tie them up.
He tried to move away from you, but you held onto him tightly and whispered in his ear.
“Don't worry love, I won't hurt you. Just relax and enjoy this.”
With that, you lean back away from his face and finish tying both of his wrists before securing them to his headboard and looking down at him.
“How do you feel, baby?"
Your voice was filled with true genuine care, wanting to use him however you pleased but also wanting to make sure he was comfortable.
He gulps nervously and takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
“T-This isn't so bad...I guess..”
You leaned down and lifted his chin and began to kiss his neck, feeling him shiver and sigh.
He moans softly and closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation.
“Mmm..that feels amazing.”
You gently brought your hand up to his neck and lightly squeezed it, testing the feeling. He gasped slightly, then it had dissipated into a soft moan. He had been unable to contain the pleasure he was feeling, despite the feeling being foreign.
“Yes.. please don't stop.”
You cracked a small smile in amusement at his neediness so early on.
"You like it that much, hm?"
You questioned as you squeezed his throat harder and began to kiss him on his collarbones.
He trembles beneath you and whimpers, arching into your touch, practically begging for any stimulation, in any way he could get it.
“Yes.. please keep going..”
"Beg for it."
He looks up at you pleadingly, desperately wanting you to continue no matter what. He was slowly but surely getting to the point where he’d do anything to have you satisfy him.
“Please, let me feel all of this. Please.. Give me more.”
You smirk down at him and slap his cheek lightly, making sure not to hit him too hard yet.
"You can do better than that. Beg harder."
He blushes deeply, averting his gaze.
“P-Please, let me love you. Make me yours.”
You grab him by his jaw and slap him harder this time. The expression on your once smiling face had turned into one of anger. Your tone had dropped, and every word you spoke was laced with rage.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you, Ajax, or you get nothing.”
His cheeks flush deeper with embarrassment as he meets your gaze, nodding slowly, not wishing to be scolded anymore, despite it burning a new flame inside of him.
“Y-Yes, Ma'am. Anything you want. I’m sorry..”
You smirk and lean down to lick his neck all the way up to his ear, before softly whispering into it.
"Good boy”
You finally lift your body up and grind onto him gently, teasing him. He groaned loudly, panting heavily as you teased him further, until eventually you gave in and allowed him to experience true bliss.
You sunk down onto his dick and squeezed his neck tightly. He cried out in pleasure and tried to move his hands to touch you, but the rope prohibited it.
“Please let me free Ma’am, I need to touch you..”
You lean down to kiss him, obliging only because you had missed the feeling of his warm hands all over your body. You leaned forward and untied his hands, watching as they immediately flew to grab onto your hips without permission.
You pull back and smile evilly before pulling your hand back and slapping him across the face. He yelped in surprise and stared at you wide eyed, trying to process what happened. Aside from the red mark that was slowly appearing, his face was already flushed and red from embarrassment and arousal.
“W-What was that for?”
You give him a smile out of fake pity and run your hand gently over the mark before leaning down and kissing the area.
"I'm sorry baby, just couldn't help it. You looked too good."
He smiles softly and nuzzles against your touch, clearly relieved that you didn't actually hurt him.
“Thank you, Ma'am. It felt amazing.”
His gratefulness for everything you did only fueled the narrative of how absolutely desperate he was for you always, and how much he truly adored you. You smiled and kissed him quickly on the lips before returning to grinding and riding him.
He moaned louder and started thrusting upwards, pushing himself closer and closer towards climax. His breathing stuttered and quickened and his eyes fluttered shut as he reached the peak of ecstasy. He threw his head back against his pillow and practically screamed out a moan.
You slow down your movements to a torturous pace, grinding your hips down against him and watching as he practically shrivels at the change in pace.
"You wanna cum, Baby?"
He nods vigorously, panting heavily from the intense exertion. His eyes opened wide and he looked at you with pleading eyes, wanting nothing more than for you to bring him to his orgasm.
“Yes, please.. Please let me cum.”
It would never be that easy, he always knew that.
"Beg for it then.”
You clenched around him as your body moved slowly. His breathing shuttered and his eyes involuntarily rolled to the back of his head, an intense shiver running all the way through his body.
His breath hitched and he looked pleadingly into your eyes, begging with every ounce of strength he had. His voice was whiny and breathless, he sounded so helpless, but not helpless enough.
“Please, Ma'am. I need this so badly..Please let me cum.”
You shook your head disapprovingly, making him whimper.
"You're not being convincing enough, try harder, then maybe I'll consider it."
He gulps audibly and closes his eyes, willing himself to obey your command.
“Ma’am...please let me cum. I'm begging you, please let me cum..”
You leaned down so your faces were practically touching, your lips barely grazing him as you spoke.
"Tell me how good you feel, baby."
He gasps loudly, trembling beneath you.
He takes a deep breath as he begins to tell you how amazing it feels, each word punctuated by an increasingly desperate plea.
“Please Mommy.. I can barely control myself anymore.. You feel so good.. Please, let me cum.”
"No. You’ll be a good boy and take what I give to you, and you will only cum when I tell you to, understood?"
You wrapped your hand around his throat once more, squeezing harder than before. He whimpered in fear, but nodded obediently.
“Y-Yes, ma'am. I understand, I'll do whatever you say. Just please let me cum soon.”
He was breathless, all of his energy being put into holding out for you to please you, he wanted nothing more than to be good for you.
You lifted yourself off of his dick and kneeled down, taking him into your mouth instead. You deepthroated him with ease and looked up at him for his reaction.
His entire body trembled with pleasure as you did so, and he could barely form words through the sheer intensity of it all. He moaned loudly, unable to contain his intense expression.
“Oh my god.. You’re incredible..Don't stop now, please.. don't stop.”
You took his dick out of your mouth and gently kissed the tip before teasingly running your tongue around the head. You looked up at him with a seductive look in your eyes.
He groaned softly, feeling like he was about to explode. His hips began thrusting involuntarily against your touch, desperately trying to reach completion through your control.
“Please, Mommy, please let me cum. I’ll do anything for you, please..”
He pleaded, sounding more desperate than ever. You began to use your hands to jerk him off quickly, taking him close to his climax before pulling away completely, torturing him and making sure he didn't cum.
He cried out in frustration, his body shaking from the pleasure that had been denied to him. His breathing became labored and he pleaded again as he pouted, more urgently and loudly this time.
“Please, Ma’am, Let me cum. I need it.”
"Tell me how badly you need it, baby."
Your fingernail circled around the head of his dick, teasingly slowing down when you reached the underside.
He moans louder than ever at that, begging you to let him cum. He was becoming hopeless. Tears begin streaming down his face as he begs you over and over.
“Mommy, I’m begging you please, please let me cum. I need you so badly it hurts.”
You smiled at the sight of his tears and leaned forward to lick them off of his face.
"I know baby, but you can't yet."
Your words were laced with venom, luring him in with false hope and crushing his faith.
He looked up at you with pleading eyes, desperate for release, desperate for you.
"Please, Mommy.”
He whispers, voice softer than ever.
“Let me cum."
You ignore him and wrap your lips around his tip, sucking harshly as you slowly rubbed his thighs with your soft hands. He gasps in surprise, not expecting such an intense sensation. His whole body shakes as he tries to hold back his orgasm, but it won't be enough for much longer.
He was exhausted from holding back for so long, but he wanted nothing more than to be good for you, and he’d sacrifice his own pleasure just to see you proud of him.
“Good boy.”
You sensed his immense struggle and knew he deserved praise. And as always, he was over the moon to hear you talk to him that way.
“Please don’t make me wait any longer, I can’t take it.”
"I'll make you wait as long as I want, and you'll listen to me, because you're nothing but a needy slut who wants nothing more than to cum for your mommy, isn’t that right?”
Despite his struggle, he grins widely, nodding eagerly. He could barely keep his eyes open at this point, looking so dazed and fucked out without cumming even once.
“Yes, Mommy. Anything for you. I'm yours forever, I belong to you.”
You wrap your free hand around his throat and squeeze, cutting off his airflow and watching as his eyes rolled back into his head.
"Beg for mercy then."
He cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, struggling against your grip. You can feel his pulse racing through his neck as he desperately searches for air, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Please, I’ll do anything for you, I love you more than anything, I’m yours to use and control no matter what, I worship you, I belong to you, please.”
You let go and smile at his pleas. Once you had let go of his neck you pushed his head to the side, as if you had just slapped him.
"That's more like it, if you want to cum, you must beg for it, like a good slut I know you can be."
He gulps, nodding quickly before taking a deep breath and letting out a shaky sigh of relief.
“Yes, Ma’am. Anything for you. Please, let me cum.”
"No."
You give him a fake sweet smile and straddle him once again, grinding yourself against him.
He whined in pleasure, unable to contain the overwhelming sensation that was building inside him. His hands reach up to grasp your hips, desperate for even more contact. The grip he had on you made you wonder if when he let go if there’d be a mold of his fingers.
“Please, Mommy... I can't take this anymore. Let me cum..”
You give into his pleas and lift yourself before moving so his dick is finally inside you. You sigh in pleasure and clench around him.
His body shudders as he feels your warm embrace enveloping him, his breathing becoming erratic. With one final thrust, he lets out an animalistic moan, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his entire being.
You let out a breathy and loud moan as you felt his hips lift off the bed with such force that you were questioning just how strong he really was. He had been fucked so deep into you, you couldn’t possibly be any closer to him at this point.
His entire body shook and shuttered, not being able to contain himself after suppressing it for as long as he could. He was letting moan after moan spill out of his mouth, the torture he endured finally becoming worth it as he shot load after load into you.
“Thank you so much.. Oh my god, I love you so much..”
He all but whimpered out, sounding as pathetic and defeated as ever, just the way you liked it.
Summary: Ajax has never looked better than when he’s covered in his blood and your bruises.
Warnings: 18+, M x F, sub ajax, handjob, blowjob, sadism, blood, biting, scratching, marking, praise.
Word count: 1.2K
It had been an excruciating day, so the moment that classes ended, you made a run for Ajax’s room. You barely let him have time to process what was happening when he opened the door and you walked through it, quickly shutting it behind you.
You wasted no time in dragging him over to his bed and laying him down on it.
"I've been thinking about you all day, need to use you.”
He looked up at you with a smile as he started to unbutton your shirt. You give him a stern look as you grab his wrists and pin them against the sides of his head.
"Keep your hands to yourself, Ajax. Don't be bad for me”
Your tone both scared and aroused him. He blushes and nods softly.
“Won’t do anything bad.. I promise I’ll be good for you.”
You ignore his words as you straddled him and practically rip off his shirt. Once discarded, you lean down and begin to lick his chest up and down. The drag of your tongue making him shiver.
His body quivered from the sensation of your lips touching his skin. You brought your hands to the sides of his chest, dragging your sharp nails down the skin, leaving red marks behind.
The feeling of your fingers on his chest makes him want more. He tried to get out and get more stimulation, but you kept pinning him down so he couldn’t move.
"Stay still, or you get nothing, and I leave you here desperate, do you understand me?"
You almost growled out the words, teeth baring against his skin as you unclench your jaw to bite into the soft skin of his neck.
He let out a high pitched yelp as you bite into his flesh, blood seeping out of the wound as you suckle on his neck. You make quick work of lapping up the dripping blood from the wound, sucking on it gently to leave even more of a mark.
He moaned quietly as you continue to feed on his blood, the taste filling your mouth.
"You taste so good, baby."
You mumble quietly against his neck, moving to create more marks on his sensitive skin. The tone of your voice sent shivers up his spine.
You bit down harder onto his skin, causing him to gasp in pain as you draw even more blood as you moaned softly at the taste. You licked your lips in arousal as you leaned back and watched his wounded neck drip with thick dark blood.
He'd no doubt have people asking him for the next week what animal had attacked him, oblivious to the torture he had endured just by being with you.
"You look so beautiful like this, gonna be a good boy and let me mark you up more?"
Even through the pain he nodded happily, loving how much you loved to hurt him. The stinging in his neck just another reminder of who he belongs to, and who controls him.
You smirk wide down at him before getting off of him, now sitting next to his laid out body. Your hands reached out to grip at the belt loops of his pants, one hand going to unbutton them, and the other teasingly tugging at them.
"Help me get these off of you, love."
He reaches over to help you remove his pants, exposing his sharp hips and large member. You can't help but bite your lip as you watch him pull off his own pants, eyes immediately diverting to the problem between his legs. It was red, wet, and almost pulsing, you had him right where you wanted him without even touching him.
As soon as his pants were removed, he could feel the heat radiating from his cock, the tip already glistening with precum.
You reached a gentle a hand out, loosely wrapping your fingers around his dick. Your teasing touch was gentle enough to be barely enough stimulation, making him cry out at both the first encounter of contact, and the lack of sufficient contact.
He shudders as you slowly stroke his shaft, a quiet sucking sound being made from the suction of your fingers and the self-made lubricant he couldn’t stop producing.
"Feel good, baby?"
You softly coo, a fake sweet tone adorning your words as your movements become faster and stronger.
“Mhmm..”
He barely managed to whimper out. His breath was coming heavy and fast, the sounds of pleasure escaping his throat.
You leaned over towards his face to kiss him. He kissed you back eagerly, although he could barely kiss you for more than a few seconds before his jaw dropped and he started moaning into your mouth.
"You're such a good boy, Ajax."
You praised against his lips, making him whimper and writhe in your hold. His noises only got louder when he felt a familiar tongue roughly lick over the dried blood that had dripped down his neck.
The sensation made him moan loudly, the pain causing his hips to buck wildly as his member twitched. Your hand began to stroke him faster, making sure to slow down everytime you reached the head, circling it with the pad of your finger, teasing him.
His breathing became heavier, sweat dripping down his brow as he moaned and grunted uncontrollably, trying to resist your touch. You lowered your head towards his soaked member and wrapped your soft lips around the tip, sucking lightly.
He let out an incoherent scream as he felt himself being sucked into ecstasy, not caring about how loud he was or how much noise he was making. All he cared about was how good you were making him, and how absolutely owned by you he felt.
You moved your head up and down quickly, one of your hands roughly gripped the base of his dick to prevent him from cumming, and the other hand was pressed against his hip, to prevent him from moving. You knew he was approaching his orgasm soon enough by the way his moans got whiner and more desperate.
His eyes rolled back into his head as he came, the suddenness of it making him shake violently, almost knocking you off of him. He held onto you tightly as he spasmed uncontrollably, feeling like he would never stop.
You smiled down at him as you watched him whine and moan like a slut. His entire body shook and his hips thrusted aggressively as he covered his stomach and hips in his release. You softly stroked him through his orgasm while kissing his neck, helping him through it.
After what seemed like forever, he finally stopped shaking, panting heavily as he rested on top of you.
You ignored the grossness of how he was pressing his cum onto the both of you as he laid on you, and pulled his head so it was resting against your chest. You ran your fingers over his beanie then down to his neck to softly massage the bite marks.
He looked up at you with tired eyes, nodding slightly before laying his head back down.
"Thank you."
You kissed his forehead and felt as he nuzzled into you.
"Of course, anything for you."
He sighed happily and hugged you tighter, holding onto you until he fell asleep.
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