∘₊✧Cuff to Belt – Belt to Buckle✧₊∘
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(Sully x reader) (2k words) There was one thing you both shared. Desire. And to make something more... fun, a challenge was agreed upon, one including limits and handcuffs. The question was who would break first.
(content: blow job, boot riding, handcuffs, "sweetness, darlin', sweet thing, ma'am", sully being hot and also whining)
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At least you both had something in common, you thought as you inhaled the scent of Sully’s shoulder, the smell of the rainy outdoors evident on his jacket. You placed your head against it as your hands were pulled in front of you and around Sully’s body, soft clicking sounding out as he looped handcuffs under his belt before fastening the cuffs around your wrists.
There you were, trapped against his larger frame as you stood in the kitchen, the smell of onions and garlic swirling around and into your nostrils.
There was an agreement, a rare one, where you both wanted to challenge each other. Just how long could the two of you stay attached before one of you lost, falling completely into need for each other. Indulgence. Something you both couldn’t help resisting, most of the time. It was more efficient to get right to it, melting into each other’s warmth, anyway. Why stall? Why drag it out instead of leaning into the pleasure?
Is what you thought as you stood behind him, feeling him shift as he stirred the onions and garlic, making sure the onions were clear and soft before adding the veggies. He was making chicken pot pie, something easy enough for the two of you to have leftovers for a couple days, and something that used the least amount of dishes. Easy cleanup except for the pan where everything was cooked and baked in.
You let your hands rest lazily at his front, not shy to let them hang on the small dent in his jeans. You didn’t do anything with them, though, just relaxing as you let him move in front of the stove.
There was a moment where you were tired, the smells making your shoulders and body relax against his own. The smells of garlic, onion, and salt were enough to remind you of home, this home. The one where Liu took care of you every moment he could, peppering kisses up your body and face, holding you softly as if you would break at any moment. The one where Sully used you roughly, pleasing you until you sobbed and broke underneath him, holding you closely as he shamed you, every time followed by sweet praise that made you keen, arching into him.
The thought made heat swirl in your lower stomach.
The exhaustion shifted to boredom.
You hummed softly before you moved a hand to palm at the zipper of his pants, right where the tent was, right where he was.
Sully’s arms stilled for a moment. “Whatcha doin’ there, sweet thing?” His accent was deep, one that rumbled vibrations against your chest.
“Are you now?” He said with amusement, turning his head back to look at you. “So early?”
That whine always struck him in the heart so easily. He chuckled, and that chuckle shifted into a groan as you grabbed the, now, bulge. “Careful…”
He inhaled, as if composing himself, before relaxing and adding the vegetables and flour. It was enough to focus partly, as you massaged him over the thick fabric, soft kissing being pressed against the back of his jacket. All he had to do was finish the assembly and put it in the oven. That was it.
You smiled into the kisses you pressed, listening to him holding back huffs and groans, hips barely shifting to grind against your hand. You took the opportunity, as he added the milk and chicken broth, to just barely run your other hand up his shirt, not being able to reach far due to the chain links of the cuffs. It was just enough to trace along the edge of his boxers, just barely dipping down the waistband.
You could feel Sully begin to rush. A subtle change, but one you had grown to notice over the time of being and living together. His movements were still precise, but just a smidge fast. Stirring faster so the flour would dissolve, shifting to put the chicken and peas in, stirring them together, a deep sigh leaving him as you did a particularly slow and deep grope. His hips moved into your palm. He was breaking.
Pepper and salt were added, sometimes particularly hard shakes being felt.
He just had to put the pastry on. With both hands, he unfolded the thawed pastry and placed it over the pot pie filling, watching with impatience as it softened enough for him to press the edges over to the sides, covering everything. With it on, he brushed an egg mix over.
Last bit. Cut the vents for the pastry so it wouldn’t explode. He held the handle of the cast iron, using a hand towel, with one hand, and held a knife with the other, moving to cut three vents in. On the third, you moved to unzip his jeans, which made him push too much force on the knife, to where you could hear metal hit metal.
Sully stilled again, shoulders shaking as he exhaled. “Patience, sweetness.”
He exhaled a laugh and finished cutting the last vent. “Move back, gonna put this in the oven.”
You followed the order, shifting back a couple steps when he did as he put the pan in the oven before shutting it and setting a timer for forty five minutes.
He then took a few more steps back to shove your back against the kitchen island, spine hitting marble. You groaned, before commenting, “Unfair.”
“What’s unfair is you fondlin’ me while I’m using a fucking knife.”
“Sure, but I had a belief you had common sense.”
“Oh, that went out of the window ages ago since I met you.”
“Oh did it?” Sully questioned before grabbing your hands. “Then instead of zipping up my jeans like someone with common sense, would you like to finish what you started and unbuckle my belt?”
You smiled. “Sounds like defeat.”
“Sounds like you need to suck my dick.”
You cringed. “Wow, you’re actually losing.”
He huffed. “Shut up and fucking move.”
He was begging. He was actually begging, in his own way of denial. Well, that was just perfect. The magic words you needed to hear, something that made your heart just a little more full. What a change.
You shifted your hands out of his grasp before unbuckling his belt, metal chain clicking against the metal of his buckle before you slid the cuff out. Experimentally, you shifted your hands under his shirt and against the grain of the hair that led from his lower abdomen to his chest. One of your favorite parts of his body. It was a perfect leading trail to where you needed him.
After you did so, you trailed your hands back down, brushing the grain down as he arched against your movement. Finally, you unbuttoned his jeans and walked around him so that your cuffed hands were under his shirt and on his back. You looked at him. “Help me pull everything down? I’d have to awkwardly shift around like a circle to get them down your damn thighs.” A coated compliment.
Sully laughed, head tossed back before he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. “Yes ma’am.”
He shifted around your arms to push his open pants and boxers down his thighs, enough for you to be able to drag the rest to his ankles. You smiled back at him and pressed a kiss against his cheek. “Thanks, lover.”
A cue for you to, again, shut up and hurry up. And you did… in a way.
You lowered to your knees in front of him, dragging his pants and boxers down more so they were around his ankles, pooled right where his leather boots stood. Biting your lip, you moved to straddle one of them, sitting right on top of the stiff curve of the shoe, matching the way Sully’s dick ached and stiffened.
“You doin’ alright down there?” Sully asked, watching you adjust and perk up against him.
You nodded with a small smile. “Just need your help with-” you nodded towards his dick. “That. Don’t have my hands to help me… Please?”
You could see his eyes fill with something dangerous behind his glasses. Wordlessly, he used one hand to guide his stiffness, and used the other to grab the back of your head, fingers sure to cause tangles in the strands as he gripped and pushed your head towards him, thrusting into your mouth just once, just enough to feel the way your mouth was warm and wet against his cock, swallowing it.
He groaned, relaxing against the marble counter. “Darlin’, you feel so perfect. Made just for me, yea?”
You hummed against him, licking the underside as you pulled back to his tip, licking off the precum before taking him back in, sucking him gently at first, hearing his soft groans, and softer whines before hollowing out your cheeks.
That did it for him, grabbing the back of your head harsh enough to still it, he thrust into your mouth, enough to reach the back of your throat, where he could feel the tightening of your body adjusting to his length and size. He let out a moan, one so broken it reminded you how you were sitting on top of his boot, where a wet spot seemed to shine the leather.
You whined against him as he used you, starting to grind against the stiff boot, moaning at the way the curve felt just right, enough for stimulation.
Sully noticed it too, the way you were starting to lose it as well against him, rutting against him so sweetly while he thrust his hips against your mouth, fucking you enough that he felt overwhelming heat from it all. He used his hand, the one that didn’t hold your head, to grasp the edge of the counter, stabilizing himself. He could barely speak, too lost in it all to insult you.
Then you dragged your teeth against his length, and he gasped, something swirling wildly from his head to his chest to his cock. Something so pleasing. He would never need a drug in his life when he had you, he knew that.
Sully gasped again as you repeated the action, and he whined. “Close- Getting close, sweetness, please- Feel ya moving so nicely against me t- too. You’re close t- ha- too, mm? Gonna come with me?”
Your eyelids fluttered at his description, his begging. You were close, he knew that. You were moving so deeply, so fast against his boots where you met one of the seams of leather, which itched something so nice that it was getting you to the edge. You nodded a little, looking up at him, as if begging him as well.
“There- There you go- So perfect, so sweet- Gonna take it, sweetness? Be good for me, h- hmm?” He huffed. “Fuck- Fuck-”
He groaned first, cum coating your mouth, and something about it all made you reach your own finish, coming in your underpants and against his boot, tears running down down your cheeks as you swallowed, the high filling your hole body as you whined and whimpered against him until he went soft in your mouth.
He pulled your head away, watching you slowly grind against him still as you breathed heavily, cum and saliva coating your swollen lips.
You both stayed there for a couple minutes, just breathing and adjusting from your own highs.
Finally, you rested your forehead against his thigh, swallowing a mix of your spit and Sully’s cum down your throat. Your voice came out weak as you softly asked, “So… Wh- Who lost?”
Sully laughed, chest rising up and falling down repeatedly. “I- I’d say it’s a tie, just from what I saw. And felt.”
You nodded, processing what he said before turning your head to look up at the oven.
You had a good chunk of time left.
He noticed your gaze as well, and smiled. “Guess we should do another round to check, right?”
“But we already gave in.”
“Mm… Fair. Whoever comes first, loses. Deal?”
You two and your challenges.
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First like. Full smut of a creepypasta. Feeling great. Feeling awesome. Giggling and rubbing my hands together. Sully is a freak and I stand by this.
