day 11 <> breath play <> hendery x fem!reader
kinktober masterlist
the mattress dipped beneath his weight as hendery caged you in, body angled over yours with deliberate control. his hand trailed up your waist, over the curve of your ribs, until the pads of his fingers hovered at your throat. he didn't touch yet, he just watched, eyes sharp even in the low light.
you nodded, and that was all he needed.
his palm wrapped around your neck, the pressure feather-light at first. "you trust me?" he asked, voice soft, a flicker of amusement in his gaze.
"yes." you breathed, trembling.
his grip tightened, cutting off the air just enough to make your lungs ache for more. hendery's lips curled into a grin as he lowered his mouth to yours, teasing a kiss against your parted lips. each shallow drag of oxygen became a gift he controlled.
he eased up for just a secondâjust enough for a gaspâbefore pressing down again. his other hand skimmed down your thigh, fingers digging into your skin as he shifted between your legs.
"so good for me," he murmured against your ear, his breath hot while yours came in uneven bursts when he allowed.
your hips lifted towards his, chest heaving. the sound of you dragging in a sharp breath made him groan low, almost feral.
his hand came back up, tightening around your throat, narrowing into that choking pressure that made your head float, your nails dug into his shoulders. he grinned, sharp and wicked, and shifted his hips so you could feel how hard he was against your thigh.
"look at you," he drawled, taunting, "probably so wet just from this." his thumb stroked the side of your neck.
you tried to answer, but the sound came out strangled, broken. hendery loosened his grip just enough for you to drag in a gasp, only to cut it off again. he swallowed your moan with a messy kiss, tongue pushing into your mouth.
his free hand slipped between your thighs, fingers pressing against the soaked fabric of your panties. he groaned at the heat, rubbing slow circles just to watch you squirm.
"pathetic," he muttered, though the way his cock twitched against you betrayed how much it turned him on. "all i have to do is take your air away and you melt for me."
your hips bucked when he pressed harder against your clit, the ache building sharp and fast. you wanted to beg, but he kept you silent, breath trapped beneath his palm.
he finally pulled your panties aside and pushed his fingers into you, knuckles deep with one smooth thrust. the stretch made your back arch, your vision spotting from the double assault of sensation.
"fuck, you're gripping me so tight," he hissed, hand flexing at your throat.
each time he let you gulp for air, the moans spilled out uncontrollably, raw and needy. each time he cut it off again, your body clenched harder around his fingers, soaking his hand. hendery watched you unravel, eyes glazed with hunger.
he pulled his fingers out, wet and dripping, and pops them in his mouth before lining himself up. his pushes the head of his cock against your entrance, sliding through the slick mess he made of you. you whimpered when he pushed in slowly, his palm never leaving your throat.
"deep breath, baby," hendery warned with a smirk. "you're not gonna get another for a while."
the stretch was overwhelming, his cock splitting you open inch by inch while his hand kept you trembling on the edge of panic. pleasure blurred into something dizzying as he bottomed out, hips flush to yours.
he held you there, throat and cunt both claimed, until your nails raked down his back and you tapped weakly at his wrist. immediately, he eased his grip, letting you gasp.
hendery kissed your temple softly. "good girl," he whispered, before pulling back and slamming into you with enough force to rattle the headboard.
the rhythm was brutal, each thrust pushing air from your lungs even without his hand pressing down. but when he did add that pressure again, alternating grip and release, you saw stars.
the coil in your stomach snapped when he choked you through a particularly hard thrust, orgasm crashing so violently you shook under him. hendery growled against your skin, chasing his own release until he spilled deep inside, the mix of breathless moans and your tight spasms undoing him completely.
he collapsed against you for a moment, both of you gasp, sweat slicking your bodies together. slowly, he released your throat, rubbing the marks with his thumb.
"you okay, princess?" he murmured, voice soft now.
you nodded, too spent to form words, and he pressed a lingering kiss to your swollen lips. reaching over, he grabbed a bottle of water from the nightstand, holding it to your mouth to sip.
"that's my girl," hendery said, curling you against his chest. "did so fucking good for me."