My first request ever! I humbly ask for a Theo x female reader where she wants to try being tied up for the first time but is shy to ask, Theo takes her through it and it becomes begging, body worship and all that good stuff :) Pleeeeeease?
Title: Knot
ᯓ★ . Request
Pairing: Theo Deschamps x f!Reader | The Trials Warning: tied up, fingering, cunnilingus, begging, worship
˚₊⊹ masterlist: Knot ✧ Tumblr ˚ ₊⊹
word count: 2.6k
"Oh, come on! You can't tease about it and then not tell me!"
Theo scoffed, sitting down on the bed by you with a thud. He placed one hand behind himself for support, his head cocked to face you. You had hinted at him today that you might reveal to him a secret, a 'spicy' secret as you referred to it, which basically meant you'd tell him about a secret kink you've had. Theo was thrilled at the prospect and behaved exemplarily all day to make sure you'd tell him this secret. However, as the day went by, you chickened out, which Theo wasn't going to let happen.
"I'm not insistent; I'm just curious, and it's really not my fault, you know. You can't expect me to let it go after you hint at a kink I didn't know you had."
He shifted in closer. His hand went to your cheek as he studied your lips, trying not to make it too obvious. But it was hard when all he could think of was how inviting they looked, harbouring that secret.
Theo thought of ways to coax that secret out of you...
"Shy?..." Hearing that made him laugh. He couldn't believe after everything, you'd be shy with him about your intimate interests. "Darling... I think we are really past the point of..."
His laugh faded.
Looking into your eyes made him realise there was no room for joking, and that, as far as he could tell from your honesty, you weren't lying when you told him you were shy.
"Oh. You mean it." He whispered, almost apologetically, his eyes drifting from yours to the sheets beneath his palms. "Darling, please. I won't judge. I mean, I have a few strange preferences myself if that's what you're worried about. This is a safe space, no judging."
Theo leaned in closer, trying to lighten up the mood.
"Pinky promise."
With his soft eyes on yours again, he moved one hand to rest above yours. Doing so, he hoped you'd feel more comfortable sharing this with him, especially since he ached to find out. It was more than a mere curiosity by now; it was a scorching need to know the kind of thing you'd be shy to tell him.
"Tying you up?!"
That was indeed unexpected.
When you revealed it to him, he was a bit taken aback; not because it was too bad- after all, he could think of a list of stranger kinks- but the shock came simply from the fact that he didn't expect you to be into this sort of thing. It wasn't one he would've associated with you before in his late-night, self-pleasuring moments when you weren't by his side.
"Oh, that's new, darling. Not the kind of thing I would've expected from you of all people!" Theo's laugh replaced his shock. He was excited to find out this truth. However, his reaction made you frown, and that worried him. "Hey, hey. Don't take it the wrong way, sweetheart. I didn't mean it in a bad way. I meant it in a very cool way, actually! I'm a little surprised that's all."
When you opened your mouth to scold him, Theo butted in, squeezing your hand and pulling you into him. He let his back rest against the headboard, moving you effortlessly on his lap. When you tried to protest, he smirked.
"No. I know what you're going to say, and no. No, I'm not attempting 'damage control'; I really mean it. It's hot; I just didn't think you'd go into that sort of thing." He leaned in until the tip of his nose barely touched yours. Then, using this short moment of calm, he pressed a peck to your lips. "It's a very pleasant surprise; I'll be honest with you."
But no matter how hard he tried, you weren't going to spare him from a scolding. In your attempt to distract him from the secret you'd revealed, you decided to nag him playfully about something you'd told him before - which had to do with not making assumptions because you could never really guess correctly. And it had proven true just now.
"Yes, I know you've told me not to assume things about you, but I can't help myself. You know how I get when I'm all alone; what else could I possibly think about?" Theo's hands slid down to your hips to rest on them. "What could I possibly let my imagination come up with, if not the most-"
You pinched him.
"Hey! There was no need for that! I was teasing, my God." He grunted, letting his head drop on your shoulder. You could hear the growing smirk in his voice, the eagerness to tease you for being such a difficult, precious thing. "Someone's really pent up today. Or maybe... someone's own imagination set her up for something, and I'm being such a bad boy and disappointing her, hm? By not giving her what she imagined..."
Theo was trying to get under your skin, and whilst he wasn't succeeding most of the time, today he had the advantage of this secret. You knew if you tried to be too confident, he could easily use the discovery against you. He, on the other hand, was pent up after a whole day of begging to hear it, so he was only waiting for a command. All he needed to hear was you telling him you wanted it and that he was going to obey.
"Oh, please, sweetheart. You know I'd be more than happy to give you exactly what you want, but for that, you have to tell me what that is. I can't exactly read your mind, can I... Or maybe I can?"
Theo caught your hips, his hands clasping tightly into the skin when you tried to pull yourself up, flustered by his incessant teasing. His lips lingered on your shoulder, peppering kisses up to your neck and stopping right beneath your ear.
"Ah ah ah, where do you think you're going, darling? Getting me riled up and then leaving? Are you that cruel?" Theo whispered, his hands drawing you in, pulling you down into him as he lightly pushed up into you, forcing you to feel the outline of his growing excitement through his trousers. "Don't act as if you're not aching for this..."
You tried to argue against it, but your flustered reaction betrayed you. With a snap of his fingers, Theo secured a piece of rope, and his smirk was turning all the more defined as the colour drained from your face.
"I fucking love magic..."
Theo leaned in. At first, he captured your hands.
"Don't squirm so much; there's going to be time for that very soon, darling. And no, that's not a threat. Just a remark... a prediction, if you will."
He then skillfully began fastening the rope around them, binding them together before securing them to the bedframe. He summoned another piece, using it around your ankle. Once he had bound you to the bed, Theo then did the same with your other ankle. By the time he was done, you were trapped, open for him to explore and tease as he pleased.
"Here, like this. Is it too tight? No? Good. Now, how about we think of a safeword, hm? I won't go too hard, but you never know."
Theo snapped his fingers, which eased the job of undressing you when you were already tied up. Once again, he praised himself mentally for his peculiar spells, which often came in handy for more than any work-related spell.
"Fair point; stop is probably the best safeword. How come I didn't think of that? Okay, okay, I know... too much talking. But it's never too much when it comes to making you comfortable. Now... how about we start... right, here."
Theo leaned down, beginning his path to making you comfortable with a kiss right on your temple.
"I know, it's a bit much, isn't it?" He whispered, placing another on the other side. "Does it frighten you?" And then another, on your forehead. "Having absolutely no control... It excites you, I can tell that much... But what is it that makes it so alluring to you, sweetheart? Is it the lack of control? This forced surrender? Knowing I can do anything I want to this beautiful body of yours... It sends quite the thrill through you, hm?"
He smiled, above your lips.
"I knew it."
Theo placed a kiss on them, his hand coming to cradle your cheek, a little smug reaction beginning to form on his face.
"Don't be embarrassed; it's to be expected. I'm quite the catch... I'm joking, I'm joking... I know this is about you, not about me. Here... do you like it when I kiss you here?"
Theo went down with his lips, from yours to your jaw, and below it, across the column of your neck and to your shoulders and collarbone, until he found himself above your breasts. There he stopped, his eyes peeking up at you, his tongue peeking past his lips so he could lick them in awe of the sight.
"What about... here?"
Theo grunted, leaving a wet kiss on your nipple.
"Mhh, fuck..."
He did it once again, on your other one, his hand coming to fondle the one he abandoned so brashly. His tongue parted from his mouth to eagerly twirl around the sensitive bud, before he took as much as he could in his mouth, greedily, pressing himself against you. His hand squeezed the other breast lightly, massaging it in a gentle motion that matched the sucking he did. Then he released it and moved to the other one he had forsaken far too quick.
After he released it from his mouth, he let his forehead relax against your abdomen, nuzzling against your skin.
"Your body is so... warm... So responsive, so reactive... so... needy. Fuck, you make me needy. Your skin tastes delicious... I could keep nipping it all day..."
Your impatient writhing made him chuckle, and he pushed himself away from your body, his hands moving once again to your hips, then gliding up to your sides, feeling the warm skin beneath them. "I know you want more, but I'm having so much fun right now... Mmh, what was that? Did you say, 'please'? Oh fuck, I liked the sound of that. Made me so hard hearing that, baby. Say that again, please... beg for it."
When you did, Theo swallowed a knot that formed in his throat, his arousal already high, turning itself against him, making him squirm with lust. "Fuck... Oh God, that's music to my ears, don't stop... You make me so hard, shit, oh, that's right, darling, beg for it. Keep begging, I'll make it worth the while..."
Your constant tugging at the ropes drew Theo's attention as he had descended to your stomach with the kisses, going lower by the second.
"You want to touch me? Oh, that's a shame... You can't do that this time, sweetheart. You have to let me worship this pretty body of yours. Let me have control, let me make you feel good... That's right, baby, doing so well for me... You like that? When I keep kissing... lower and lower- ah-ha. Got you. You thought I'd give in already?"
He grinned, grabbing roughly at your thighs, fingers burying into them.
"No, sweetheart, not until I get to bite those wonderful thighs, that soft, delicate skin, fuck, I love being buried between them, mmmh... and those knees and calves and... Your ankles... Every part of you is divine... a Goddess... Oh, and how lucky a practitioner I am to be allowed to worship you..."
Theo kept to his word, not letting his mouth reach your cunt before he first kissed every inch of your body, despite your frustrated grunts and your begging for him to get his mouth where it should be.
"How was that?" He taunted, as soon as his mouth worked its way up once again, placing a kiss above your mound. "Judging by how hard you're trying to break free, I'd say it was a bit too good... Let's try again."
Theo began with another kiss placed intentionally right above your mound, enough to make you wince. Then, as he got that sweet sound as his reward, his mouth went lower, his tongue pressed flat against your slit, giving it a long lick, working up to your clit where he stopped, lips closing around it. He suckled on it lightly, one hand groping your thigh, the other coming down between your legs to help make you feel good.
He brought a finger to your cunt, dragging it across your arousal, then to his lips, coating it with his own saliva. Theo then returned to sucking and lapping at your clit as his finger eased itself into you.
No matter how hard you tried to tug at your bounds, all you could do was remain wide open for the taking, a feast for Theo, who took the liberty to eat you out far more messily than he normally would, no longer worried about your scolding, as you could do nothing but take it. His chin soon had trickles of your arousal and his saliva mixed as he kept lapping, his teasing mindless, low and desperate against your cunt.
"...mmm, I can't help it. I can't stop. No matter how much you beg, I can't fucking stop... This is as good for me as it is for you, darling, maybe even better... Remember, you can only stop me with one word... begging won't do it... not until you say the word...You're not fucking saying it. You don't want me to stop, do you?"
He insisted, adding a second finger inside you despite the writhing, which became so intense that he could feel from it that your orgasm was nearing. "You want me to push you past your limits. Fuck, I'd be more than glad to do just that..."
And he did.
Theo thrust his fingers into you, keeping up the pace that drew the most delighted moans out of you. His fingers, alongside his mouth and his own feral groan, managed to push you past your breaking point, forcing your orgasm to crash over you.
Theo watched it unfold in awe; the way you arched and squirmed, unable to do so much as try to tug his hair, was a far too exciting sight, and he felt his own cock throb painfully in his trousers. "Oh fuck, fuck... Oh, that was so hot... fuck... My God... darling... I had no idea you were such a naughty girl..."
Theo panted, letting his head drop on your tummy, relaxing for a moment as he tried to catch his breath. He reached up one hand to wipe his mouth, breaking into a mindless fit of laughter. You let him have his moment of rest, since you were also coming down from your waves of the orgasm, so that moment was more than comfortable and welcomed. But then his teasing wasn't stopping, so you scoffed at him- since you were still very much tied up.
"You're right, I guess I am a bit of an asshole, teasing you while you're in no position to defend yourself. But I quite like watching you like this...Okay, okayyy... you're no fun." "
Theo felt that he might be pushing his luck, so he got up, laughing and snapping his fingers to make the ropes vanish, leaving you free at last. Once free, he dragged himself up closer to you, his head coming to rest by yours, lips near your ear.
"I'm joking, by the way; you are very fun, dear... in every possible positive meaning of that word."
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