Femdom!reader working at the studio, Bendy having it bad for her (girl wears heels that could kill a man) bc she stands her ground. She keeps Bendy in line, gives him rewards depending on his behavior (from kisses to letting him sit on her lap while she works). Her punishments dependent on what he does. It doesn't necessarily have to be nsfw it could be sfw too.
not that long but i got carried away so if it seems sloppy- thats why lmao
Bendy has no idea when it had gotten this bad. He was the one who had hired her in the first place! He should have some authority over her especially since he was the one practically running the studio asides from Henry and Joey.
This woman was becoming a risk to his health, that he knew. The heels she wore each day would send shivers down his spine all the way to his tail, the familiar clicking sound having him unknowingly follow behind her. It was mesmerizing but the woman wearing them was even more so.
She was the perfect fit for her job at first since all she really did was plan things for the gang then make sure they never stayed up too late - Things of that nature. Then when it came to him performing to make sure skits were as perfect as possible she always gave him a stern talking then sent him on his way, rewarding him with a kiss between his horns. He had brushed it off with a, âAw shucks babe, you know how to make a demon blushâ but he knew that he had a crush on her.
Each day she found a way to surprise him with her actions. It was clear to everyone in the studio that he was completely taken with her though through all the teasing and playful gossip he never made a move. How could he? He was easily around four feet, only reaching her waist as he wistfully watched her every step and the sway of her hips and fuck was he hard?
A glance down to between his legs he could see the familiar sight of ink beginning to dribble down his body along with his head feeling as if it was being squeezed. He sighed shakily, leaning back in his chair and pushing papers away from his desk to not get ink on it. His hand trailed down to his growing hard on, head tilting back with a moan of relief.
âChrist.â A sly grin slipped onto his lips at the name but he could care less right now. All he was focused on was the heat in his hand and the idea of her on his mind.
How would she react to seeing him like this? He knew she was no shit taking kind of lady so maybe she would scold him, make fun of him a little - His hand began pumping his cock faster at this part.
âHoly shit am I into that?â He mumbled to himself and he found himself bucking up into his hand, ink dripping into his face and he would have to wipe it away.
Well, he wouldnât mind her doing that whole humiliating to him. A demon had its needs you know, this was just self exploring into what got his rocks off. Yeah. Thatâs it. Heâs just figuring out what he likes. It only means that he would like it if she called him a disgusting little imp for jerking it to the thought of her. Or.. Or maybe even using those heels to press at his cock, gently digging it down to the base then drag the heel up to the tip, pressing more to hurt when he enjoyed himself that he would ruin the rest of the plans she had in mind for him.
âOh fuck okay too much too damn much-â He had to force himself to stop his hand from moving anymore and a low growl rumbled in his throat. Bendy watched as his dick would morph into different shapes, growing larger with spikes along the edges then shift to something sleeker with a knot at the bottom before changing back to the form he preferred. Not too big to hurt, not too small that he could slip out during sex. A lazy grin formed. Perfect size for her to bounce on.
His fingers twitched, sitting on top of his hands to not touch himself. Would she even fuck him right off the bat? Probably not. Sheâs that feisty independent type. The type that would tease him relentlessly before he could even cum them leave him hanging for weeks on end then letting him jack it to only her cleavage. His hand ran down his face, dipping into his teeth with the grin never leaving. He would fucking love that too.
At this point Bendy wasnât even hiding his moans. Most of the crew was gone leaving him in the studio alone. Boris and Alice were most likely going over their own things in another part of the studio far away from him. No harm in jerking one off.
With this in mind he let loose, taking his sweet time with it as he fucked his hand over and over and over again, squeezing his dick with the tip occasionally squirming to life and wrapping around his fingers. He closed his eyes as he let his imaginations go wild in a lust driven haze.
It wasnât anything special really. Simply her calling him demeaning names or grinding her hips down on his cock while riding him, digging her nails into his lap until ink was coated under where she wouldnât be able to pick out. His ink getting stuck in her hair which of course has her getting pissed at him, going as far as to dig her heel on to his dick, making sure to have enough pressure on him to have him hurting as she relishes in his pain filled expression. His hips bucked furiously up into his hand. That idea just kept coming back no matter how much he wanted to push it away.
Jesus those heels were back on his mind. He had heard of guys in passing from the crew than some people were into women stepping on their dicks or at the very least rubbing their heels there so it wouldnât surprise him if he had that kink. Bendy moaned her name out. Yeah- Just for her. He would do whatever the fuck she wanted. The image of her digging her heels onto his dick had his tail thrashing behind him as he struggled to not to lose his form but it was easier said than done when he could practically feel it on him, his vivid imagination taking over to the point where he was looking up to where she would have been looming over him.
Before he even knew it he had morphed into his preferred state when he wanted to intimidate people. A proper demon. His feet which barely hit the floor was currently halfway underneath his desk,his head lolling back on the headrest of his chair, body turning much more lanky than his cute default form, and he could feel his nails sharpen with each stroke of his cock. His tongue hung out of his mouth as drool was slowly easing itâs way down his chin and he would use it as lube, not like he really needed it. This brought another thought to mind that sent him rocking his hips up into his hand like crazy. Was she tight?
âPretty gal like that has got to have her fair share of admirers.â His voice sounded bitter at the mere idea of human men fucking her. They didnât deserve her. He wasnât any better off honestly speaking but at least he would be able to fuck her brains out and keep up his stamina. He chuckled, a low guttural growl escaping when he squeezed himself. No way she would let just some guy fuck her cunt.
She turned down so many of the men at the studio that it confirmed his hopes that she wasnât some slut. He even asked if she was gay because of this, to which new was very happy to receive no as an answer. She said she had higher standards for her men. She wanted a man, not some silly little boy who thought all they had to do to get into her pants was to butter her up. She wanted someone who truly respected her, and then with a sly wink and grin towards him, she had kissed the top of his head before strutting away.
His free hand clawed at the side of his face as he fucked his hand in fast thrusts. His growl like moans were easily able to be heard from outside his office from how damn loud he was but he couldnât find it in himself to care.
Bendy reluctantly forced his greedy hands off of himself as he slumped against the seat. His tail was thrashing wildly on the floor, hips bucking up into the air for any sort of friction on their own and a constant low rumbling sound came from his chest. It was so easy to picture her sitting on top of his desk just watching him. Calling him pathetic as she lazily reached down to thumb over the tip of his cock. His pre cum would coat her thumb, lips parted with his tongue hanging out then groan when she licks it off.
âWhat a needy demon you are,â she would say in a condescending voice and reaches back down to slowly jerk him off. âIâm not surprised though, everyone here treats you like some sort of king so youâre used to getting what you want. Not me though. Iâm going to treat you how you deserve to be treated.â His head would hand low, weakly rocking up into her hand and receive a tight grip at the base that makes him hiss. âAh ah ah, I didnât say you could do that. You donât deserve to have any more pleasure than what Iâm giving you. Be grateful Iâm even giving you this.â
He was looking up as if she was fucking right there while he follows along with her orders and holy shit does it take so much self restraint to not go any faster. âThank you maâam.â He whispered. The name didnât strike him as out of the ordinary until he thought too much about it. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
This woman had him wrapped around her fingers and didnât even know it.
It would be some dirty little secret between him and himself from now on. Whenever he calls her maâam in public, he will now and forever imagine her gorgeous body before his, stroking his ink ridden dick however she please. She would laugh at him.
She would degrade him. Bendy, the highest on the food chain that was the studio workplace, the star of his show, a self proclaimed lover to all and to fuck all, Â becoming a whimpering moaning mess all the while calling her something that demanded respect. Â
âShit,â he groaned. âGonna cum soon-â The image of her was slowly fading as he grew closer and closer to his release. The slapping sound of ink on ink completely overcame the room along with his loud moaning. So taken to his oncoming orgasm he couldnât register the familiar heel clicks that caused this whole mess.
His eyes shut tight, sharply pointed teeth in full view for no one to see and he gasped when he felt pressure at the base of him. Bendyâs eyes darted around to see her right besides him. Her. So clearly there that he almost thought she wasnât. Her coy smile was driving him crazy that it it wasnât for her hand there he would have came already.
âHey-â The grip got tighter, her nails digging in ever so slightly.
âNot a word,â Her voice silenced whatever he was going to say. âYou are going to listen to me. Nod if you understand.â
Bendy nods. She smiled and he can feel himself melting every so slightly then rewarded him with a kiss on the forehead. âGood boy.â
When he blinked she was gone.
He froze. He looked down at his dick, to where she was once sitting, back down to his dick.
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