Can you be my pretty toy?
A/n: Title is from the song Pretty boy by Isabel LaRosa. This was HEAVILY inspired by this post from @batty4vamps and the little exchange we had in the reblogs. I'm glad we all believe in slutty Paul supremacy. This fic tried to kill me a few times, but it's finally done.
Content: porn without plot (MDNI!), sub Paul (mostly), both him and Reader are switches honestly, light bondage, edging, piercings (Jacob's Ladder on him, nipple piercings on you), praise kink, petplay if you squint, choking, hair pulling (let me know if I forgot anything!)
You stumbled when you entered your nest in the cave, the thought of watching your step on the uneven rock the last thing on your mind. You were caught in a fever, your senses entirely filled with Paul. His hands roamed your body, touching you everywhere all at once, caressing your sides, squeezing your waist, groping your ass. You were lost in the feeling of his body against yours, the demanding pressure of his lips on your own making your head spin as he kissed you, all tongue and teeth.
He wasn't better off either, already panting like a dog in heat, blindly guiding you toward your shared bed, his erection poking you in the thigh with every movement. And when you pulled on his hair, he moaned into your mouth, low and needy. Arousal pooled between your legs at the sound.
You managed to reach the bed without falling over and Paul plopped down on it, pulling you into his lap. As you straddled him, his mouth found yours once again, licking into it and catching your lower lip with his teeth, breaking the skin slightly. He immediately covered it with kisses, swallowing your gasp. His hands sat firm on your hips, pulling you flush against him, making sure you felt just how hard you made him. You smiled into the kiss as you started grinding on him, slow and cruel, causing him to groan and whimper.
His lips left yours only to trail sloppy kisses down the side of your neck, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin in retaliation. You breathed out a laugh at his antics which turned into a moan as you felt his fangs poke at your throat.
You grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back. The sound he let out at your handling was positively sinful. He looked wrecked already and you didn't even do anything yet. His face and neck was flushed, pupils blown wide, a dopey smile pulling on the corner of his mouth.
You prodded at your lower lip with your tongue, tasting blood where he bit you. His eyes followed the movement.
"Someone's eager," you teased, pecking him.
"Always eager for you, babe," he chuckled, pulling you in for a few more.
His kisses were turning heated once again, his grip on your waist urging you to move against him. Before it could go any further however, you put your hands on his chest, pushing him gently. He was pouting as he pulled back.
"Patience, babe," you smiled.
He huffed, squeezing your thighs. "I don't wanna be patient."
"I know," you pressed one last kiss on his lips. "But I want to play with you first."
He immediately perked up. When you told him to strip, he was all too happy to comply. And when he saw you heading for the box sitting in the corner, he couldn't kick off his pants fast enough.
The contents of your toybox were just as carefully selected as your tapes. They were your two most prized possessions, both collections a reflection of your combined tastes. And both always promised a good time.
Turning back to the bed, you found Paul laying naked on top of the sheets. Lean body stretched out like a cat, but his eyes were that of an eager dog, waiting for your command. You could almost see his imaginary tail wagging.
He liked to be the dominant one every now and again, but he loved when you took control. Push him around a bit, command him, tease him, love him, praise him, and he was your slave in a heartbeat. He was a whore for your affection. If you told him to bark, he would do that too. He has on a number of occasion before.
Your eyes wandered over him hungrily, taking in his beauty. Your gaze slid down his smooth chest, his skin glowing in the candle light, down his soft stomach, following the dark blond curls of his happy trail, until it reached his pretty cock. It was already standing at attention, the head flushed. It twitched under the heat of your stare, Paul loved when you stared at him after all, the light catching on the piercing running down the underside of it – a Jacob's Ladder.
He looked like an absolute snack, you just wanted to eat him up.
Your gaze snapped back to his face, a smug grin playing on his lips. You answered with a smirk of your own.
"Don't get too full of yourself, pretty boy."
He preened at the petname.
Paul's eyes lit up when he saw the leather cuffs you were holding. He raised his arms above his head, already knowing what you were about to tell him to do.
You climbed onto the bed, straddling his stomach as you leaned over him.
"Nah, I want to hear everything," you replied casually, and watched with delight as he squirmed in excitement under you.
While you secured the cuffs on one hand, looping the short chain connecting them around the bedframe then restraining the other one, Paul was busy nuzzling against your chest.
"It's not fair that I'm the only one naked here."
You check that the cuffs are not too tight and press a small kiss on his fingers before leaning back. Realistically, if he really wanted to get out he could, he would just need to vamp out and break them off, but he wouldn't do that. He enjoyed this too much.
You sat back on his stomach and gave him a cheeky look.
"I guess we can do something about that."
You grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it up oh so slowly, watching as his breath quickened as more and more skin got revealed. You finally tugged it over your head, dropping it somewhere on the floor next to his clothes.
He stared at you with such reverence, like you were something to be worshipped. It made your stomach flutter. In his eyes, you were the hottest thing in the world and no one could convince him otherwise. Especially with those nipple piercings sitting so pretty against your soft skin.
"Like what you see?" you echoed him.
His gaze quickly turned heated and you felt his cock twitch against your ass. You knew he wanted nothing more than to explore your chest with his mouth, nibble on your flesh and latch onto your nipples. But you wouldn't let him, not yet.
You smiled as he made a needy noise in the back of his throat.
You kicked off your boots, your pants quickly following, and now you were standing in front of him in just your underwear, your own excitement very much visible against the fabric. He groaned at the sight.
Paul was buzzing with anticipation as you climbed back onto him, your lips finding his in a possessive kiss, your hips giving an experimental little grind on him that caused both of you to moan. He buckled under you, rutting his cock against you, smearing precum on your underwear. You bit his lower lip in warning and he stopped.
When you pulled back, he was pouting again.
You moved lower, mouthing down his neck and he subconsciously tilted his head, giving you more access. You nibbled and sucked on his sensitive skin as a reward, leaving open mouthed kisses as you went. When you felt like you've done enough, you leaned back, eyeing your handiwork. A satisfied little smile stretched across your lips at the sight of his skin now covered in love bites.
You met his gaze once again.
"You like it when I tease you," you pointed out.
A grin tugged at his lips when he couldn't deny it. "Fair enough."
You left kisses down his chest, catching his nipple between your teeth, leaving your mark all over him, listening to the noises he made, all the while you could feel your own arousal grow.
Finally, you came face to face with his pretty cock. You took it in your hand, kissing the tip while looking straight into his eyes.
"Fuck, babe, you're so hot like that," he sighed dreamily.
You chuckled, your thumb passing over his slit, smearing precum down the length. You gave it a few tugs before you ran your tongue along the underside from balls to head, feeling the barbells of his piercings under the sensitive skin. He didn't hold back on letting you know just how good you made him feel.
You continued stroking him, teasing him with your tongue, watching him squirm in pleasure. You were taking it slow but purposeful, caressing and licking the spots you knew made him moan the most.
Your name was falling from his lips like praise, telling you how good you were to him, how amazing you felt, how no one other could compare.
Then, when he least expected it, you took his whole cock in your mouth in one go. Paul threw his head back, cursing under his breath. He bucked his hips on instinct and his pubic hair brushed your nose as his dick reached the back of your throat. You gagged, pulling off his length and smacking his thigh.
He sounded fucked out as he apologized. "Sorry, babe, I'm sorry."
One of your hands splayed across his stomach, forcing him to stay still while the other one took hold of the base of his cock. You took him in your mouth once again. You started bobbing up and down, occasionally sucking on the head which made his voice go an octave higher, before returning to teasing the shaft once again. With each movement you eased him further until the head was poking the back of your throat once again.
Not needing to breath really came in handy at times like these. You could spend hours on his cock, sucking him off without problem, coaxing one orgasm after another out of him until he was a whimpering mess.
You weren't doing that now however. You saw the signs that he was close, how he was pulsing against your tongue, how his moans became louder, how the muscles of his stomach were flexing under your fingers. Just before he could come, you released him from your mouth, gripping the base and preventing him from reaching his climax. His cock kept twitching in your hand, weeping precum as the cool air of the cave hit his now wet length.
The loud whines of protest he let out were positively pathetic. It made you want to tease him even more.
"Calm down, lover boy," you purred, crawling up his chest and pressing satiating kisses on his lips. "If you'll be good and make me cum, I promise I'll fuck you nicely."
"C'mere then, pretty," he grinned, breathless.
You giggled, straddling his face. As soon as you were within his reach, Paul's mouth attached to you. He was eating like a man starved, the wet slurping noises and moans against your most intimate parts making you feverish with want. His tongue dipped inside of you occasionally, exploring your depths with fervor, and you were grinding on his face before you even realized it. You had to give it to him, he really knew how to use that filthy mouth of his.
His wrists strained against the cuffs. He wanted nothing more than to be able to grab two handfuls of your ass and pull you onto him more, but he promised he'll be good.
Your hand weaved into his hair, pulling on it slightly as you moved above him. His hips started moving on instinct, humping the air but not finding any friction. Hearing your sweet noises while you were lost in your pleasure made him wild with need.
"You're so good, babe, such a good boy for me," you moaned. "That's it, pretty boy, just like that."
He was whining at your praise, his tongue working you even more eagerly. You were so close, grinding on him faster, smothering him between your thighs. One particularly rough tug on his hair had him groaning against you in just the right way, and you came with a cry of his name.
He kept licking and sucking, drinking up every little drop you gave him, and as you pulled back, his mouth followed you until you were out of reach.
He was a real pretty sight, face flushed, covered in your juices, looking drunk out of his mind. When you sat back onto his stomach, you noticed it was sticky with his cum.
"Did you just get off from eating me out?"
"I couldn't help it, babe, it was too much," he protested. "I could literally die between your legs and I would be the happiest man."
He couldn't stop his constant flirting even when he was this wrecked. You chuckled as you pressed your lips to his in a heated kiss, licking into his mouth, tasting yourself on him.
"There's just one little problem, Paulie," you mumbled against his mouth before pulling back. "You came before I told you you could."
"What should I do with you now?" you asked, tapping at your chin.
"Please, please, babe, please, I need to be inside you. Can we forget about it? I need you to fuck me."
You acted like you were thinking about it for a few agonizing seconds.
"Depends on how desperate are you," you answer coyly.
You hummed, taking a moment longer. He looked too pretty like this, you wanted to burn this expression into your mind. Finally, you took pity on him.
"If you beg nicely," you purred.
"Baby please, I promise I'll be good. Use me however you want, I'll be your pretty toy, just please fuck me. I'm begging you."
"Well, if you ask so nicely."
You flashed him a cheshire grin, taking his still hard cock in your hands, giving it a few gentle strokes before you straddled his waist. You could have teased him more, prolonged this longer, but your own patience was wearing thin by now. You were just as desperate to have him inside you as he was.
You let out a long, satisfied sigh as you finally sank down on him, and he mirrored it with a breathy moan of his own. When your hips were flush with his, you took a moment to just feel him. His cock was sitting snug, each of his piercings prodding at your walls deliciously. He filled you up so perfectly, like you were molded for each other.
The first grind of your hips elicited a gaps from both of you. Then you braced yourself on his chest, lifting up your hips before dropping them once again. Skin slapping against skin, you built a nice pace from the beginning.
Paul watched with half-lidded eyes as you rode him, looking like a delicious little devil, all sultry eyes and kissed lips and alluring body that moved like it was made for luring men into sin. He stared at where you were connected, where his cock disappeared into your hole, sucking him in like it never wanted to let him go.
You watched him just as attentively, drinking up every sound he made, every flutter of his eyelids, every twitch and curl of his lips. Then your hand sneaked up his torso and onto his neck, squeezing just a little and his eyes rolled back. The sight made you clench around him, tearing a sound from his lips that was nothing if not pornographic.
You pace picked up, wet squelching and heavy breathing and unashamed cries of pleasure filling the air.
"Fuck, that's it babe, you're doing so good," you panted. "So good for me, my pretty toy."
His cock was pulsing inside you at the praise. Thighs straining, you kept riding him, angling your hips so his cock was hitting your sweet spot, the tiny balls of his piercings adding a delicious friction to every thrust.
You were close, and judging by the way his arms were flexing against the cuffs, how the muscles in his torso tensed, so was he. You were drunk on the sight under you; Paul a moaning mess, skin flushed all pretty, pulling on his restrains while you kept your hand firmly on his throat. He was utterly at your mercy, lost in the pleasure you were giving him.
"Come on, baby, come for me," you moaned, tightening your hold on his neck just a bit, but it was enough.
The commanding tone of your voice combined with the pressure of your hand pushed him over the edge. He let out a broken cry, body tensing under you, back arching off the mattress, his cock twitching inside you as he coated your walls in hot cum.
It only took you a few more snaps of your hips before you followed, clenching around him in a vice grip, prolonging his own orgasm and milking him for everything he got.
You collapsed onto his chest, trailing kisses from his collarbone up his neck, meeting his lips hungrily.
When you finally came down from your high, you reached up and unclasped the cuffs tying him to the headboard. His hands instantly found your waist, kneading your flesh, squeezing and caressing your thighs. Your lips moved against each other with less fervor now, exchanging slower, deeper kisses.
However, when his eyes met yours next, there was something in his gaze that made your insides tingle. His smirk widened.
"You're not done yet, sweetheart," he purred.
His hips snapped up into yours causing you to yelp, his cock growing hard inside you once again. You barely had any time to catch yourself as he planted his feet and started drilling into you. His grip on your waist helped move you up and down his cock, setting a fast pace that left you moaning. You grabbed onto the headboard and held on for dear life.
This position brought your chest into reaching distance of Paul's mouth and he pounced. His lips were wrapped around your nipples in an instant, finally able to tease you like he wanted to do all evening. He was sucking and nibbling on them, playing with your piercings with his tongue, biting at the skin around them, leaving his own marks all over you. All the while he was making happy little noises.
You were gasping his name, one hand letting go of the headboard and woving your fingers into his already messy hair, guiding his head in his movements.
"Shit, babe you're so pretty," he moaned against your chest. "My perfect little devil."
You let out a breathy laugh.
"Right back at you, lover boy. I love you."
You didn't mean to say it, more like it slipped out it the heat of the moment, but he was practically glowing.
"Love you too," he purred, his hips stuttering as he was nearing his third orgasm of the night. "Love you so so much."
Both of you were panting, his hands squeezing your hips, grinding you down on him with more ferocity while you were meeting his movements as best as you could.
You came with a cry of his name, your walls fluttering, squeezing around him in a way that made his voice high and airy. He spilled inside a few trusts later, his whole body going rigid, trembling as he came.
You finally collapsed in a tangled mess of sweaty limbs and heaving chests. You were half laying on top of him but neither of you cared. You had no desire to move. His arms settled around your waist and you snuggled into him, burying your face in his neck.
You felt his cum drip out of you around his cock still buried inside, you felt is stick to your stomach between you where he came all over himself earlier. You grimaced a bit at the sensation. You'll deal with it later.
For now, you just wanted to enjoy the afterglow, glued to your boyfriend like you never wanted to let him go with him holding onto you just as affectionately. He nuzzled to your hair, peppering kisses wherever he could reach, and you smiled against his throat, burrowing into his embrace even more.
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