【 ⠀ disciplined⠀ : ⠀ it’s in the name ⠀ 】
tags ⸝⸝ dom k, mean k, k has a weird ego, dirty talk, pet names, hair pulling, back shots, cream pie, orgasm control(ish), oversized, overstimulation, size kink(?), unprotected (wrap it up), afab reader, lil sneak peek of aftercare.
x reader ⠀ | ⠀pure smut ⠀ 〔+18〕
he drove your head deeper into the mattress, fingers tangled in your hair, burying your nose in the cold, stiff sheets. your eyes stinging, tears fell in still streams down your heated cheeks. your back arched into the warm air, ass pressing against his hips, he snapped into you with slow, deliberate strikes.
cramming your walls with his thick girth, veins grating against your tight slickness, pumping into your cervix in painful ruts, the brutal nature of his hips mercilessly bucking.
his hands quaver, fingers tangled in your locks, other hand clawing at your hip.
your loose sleeping shirt falling off your chest, bunching in against your collarbone— the excess fabric rolled over your shoulders, bare chest exposed from the absence. he had you in his favorite lace panties, a sheer fabric that revealed your dripping pussy to him. the lace curled around the filthy mess he slammed into, the innocent bow sewn in front curl in shame. yudai was drilling into you like the answer to all his questions were buried deep i side.
your climax emerged like the sun peering over a dark sea, slowly, tortuously. yudai’s hips were disciplined, diligent, never daring to hurry his pace, feeling his cock drag along your slick walls in a head-spinning rhythm. he didn’t sink himself dangerously farther, resting at a safe shallow position, just enough pull back to edge your sopping walls.
his hand fisted your head, burying you deeper with every rut. rough, raspy, grunts as he hit into your sweet, squishy spot. tip teasing the sensitive flesh, gripping your hair for stability, his plump lips cracked open, groans choking out of his shaking lips.
his body faltered for long, stretched seconds; yet, he recollected his scrambled thoughts. his cock returned to pounding in a roll, messier than before,the once focused, obedient rhythm, now glided in slick, shaky motions.
cursing under his breath, your name on his lips, plush, savoring the way it lingered on his tongue, curled at the corners of his mouth.
yudai rides into you, deeper, sending a rush of pain over your arched back, pooling in your stomach. short and quick thrusts, to that familiar disciplined pounding. he held himself accountable, boasting about the way he could control his desires, never give in to temptation.
his shakiness brushed off in a flash, just a blink of your swollen, wet eyes, and he returns to that same way. like a boulder that wouldn't budge, firm, planting into the soil.
his back that once arched forward snap into a poised posture, a linear, obedient silhouette.
you drip around his cock, pathetic arousal dripping against his hips, inching down to his thick, muscular thighs. your knuckles whitening, nails popping off, back arching, gripping the silk bed sheets, trying to hold back collapsing right there and then.
yudai smirked at the way you respond to him, walls swallowing his dick in a filthy squeeze. his once fond, gentle voice was replaced by a taunted growl. “your so fucking sensitive~” his words sinked to his disciplined hips.
his words shocked electricity over your heated body, nerves burning, walls fluttering around his jammed cock. all you could respond with was messy drooling, and pathetic crying.
your vision blurred into a black light, stars decorating the canvas like glitter spilled over your eyelids. the cold breeze circling your hardened nipples— your shirt rolling shorter against your chest, whimpers ripping in cruel tears. your ass bounced against his unwavering hips. he fought back the way his body curled forward in pleasure, held back the overstimulation, nails digging into the back of your skull. yudai’s head bobbed in a steady rhythm, almost as if he were counting and following a set tempo to steady himself.
it snapped, a burst of stars in your vision, fluttering with your walls. grinding back against his wide stretch. wetness flooding over his cock, a damp, sloppy mess seeping into your lace panties, trickling down your trembling thighs. pussy swollen, throbbing, aching around his twitching shaft.
the veins crammed into your sensitive g-spot throughout our orgasm, the friction making your legs go numb.
he fought his growing pleasure through it, a disciplined action, the sluggish pace of his orgasm built in a painful style. too slow, too gradual, all to prove his point of not being “tempted” easily. he was cocky, his ego that bursted through your pussy like a second dick.
but he couldn’t deny his sensitivity, his eyebrows furrowed, face tensed, eyelids heavy. the way his hips spasm with every guard drop, he gave in for a split second, you felt the way his sternness wavers, hesitating to keep this disciplined act up.
he just wanting to limp inside your tight hole, fill you until his whines were heard down the hall. fall against you, pumping until his wires short circuited.
his tip traced your cervix, pumping against it through your painful orgasm. but he held it together, pinning you down for the final time. milking out your own climax for every drop he could get, hips savoring the mess covering them.
yudai broke the long-held silence that echoed your slick skin slapping, filthy sounds you honed in on, an unspoken agreement, never daring to break a word through your lips. “mmm… fuck… nghh— you’re so…” his voice trembled, wary, fighting his own mind.
hands gripping at the back of your head, harsher this time. rocking his twitching cock into your sensitive pussy as he floods your walls, engulfed in the wet heat. his selfish, pathetic self revealed, falling forward, limping against your back, sweat beaded chest pressing your shoulders.
his teeth grazing your skin, leaving trails of vulnerable, prickled flesh. his hips shake, multiple bucks sinking his seed deeper into you, head of his dick swollen, sputtering against the aching muscle.
your holes flooded with a mixture of your pleasure, moaning into sheets.
his hand softened its grip over your head.
he rested to the side, chest pounding, rising and falling with his quaking pants. cheeks flushed a light pink, bangs separating over his sweaty forehead.
his body melting against the soft silk sheets. burying his back against the mattress, catching his breath until he was ready to face you, mind cleared.
his touch was tender, delicate, like you were so innocent and fragile to him after everything. he brushed the sides of your hair out of your glistening, wet eyes. tears streaming down in glass crystals, reflecting the dim light of your lamp.
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