Yes. Hello, I'm back. Tho who tf am I talking to?? Exploded.
KR7 ; again...
This is gonna be sub!Kimi. I've been thinking about it. Blame a girl for it. Reader is pretty much violent with kimi, oh, and how is it called when you enjoy to see someone cry?
Kimi is not the type to be a sub, but as I said before, he's the type to be lazy during sex, he's there for the views, to see you bouncing on his dick, moaning his name. And even though you're up, you two know that he has control, not you. The position doesn't guarantee you the dominance.
Except for now. How does big bad kimi find himself with you, the familiar sight of you, on top of him, your hand placed on the side of his face, moaning. But you weren't the one moaning, he was, and that's fucking weird.
You had your reasons, okay? He was being way too friendly to this interviewer, chuckling way too much at her bad jokes. He never smiles. He never chuckles? How dares he to show any type of interest in another woman, that isn't you?
He's babbling soft whines. This was the fourth time he asked you to let him cum, the request being denied once again. He was on the verge of fucking crying, lord, he was achy, desperate for you to let him bust inside you.
"Manwhore. How dare you to do that? Ah? Humiliating me like that? You never laugh like that. But, oh, she has such a charm. Hm?"
You grumbled, your hands fisting his hair, pulling it to see his face. His pretty eyes were rolling to the back of his skull. He was panting like a dog, a horny one.
"Fucking answer me, you stupid slut. Do I need to slap you for you to answer, eh?"
You hissed the words out, angrily, jealousy burning in your tone as you rolled your hips again, slow, torturously slow, making him whine loudly again. What a whore.
"I— I wasn't smiling. I swear."
Kimi managed to mumble, but, god, you were so angry you wanted to actually slap him because of it. He was humiliating you. The press was mean, and didn't waste time to make an article of how he was way too friendly with the reporter and how he was compared to you.
"And now you're lying? You're incredible."
A huff escaped your mouth after you heard his words. Such a bad liar. Your nails dug into his shoulder, making him hiss and gasp, his hips stuttering under yours, earning another tug on his hair.
"Such a whore. Do I need to do this for you not to behave like one? You're ridiculous." You scolded, snarling the words out as your hips lifted, sliding off him with a wet squelch sound.
"I'll end this up when you say sorry and stop behaving like a manwhore. You're on a sex ban for that. Fucking slut."
You mumbled, your hand lifting to press itself harshly against his cheek, slapping the fuck out of him. He gasped, the pain of the slap spreading through his face, making his chin tremble softly. What a sissy. Not so ice-man coded now, ah?
Seeing kimi cry was a rare sight, but, god, it felt strangely good when u heard his sobs on the room.
"I— i'm— 'm so sorry.." he managed to mumble out, babbling and stumbling over his words as tears ran down his face. Next thing he heard? The shuffle of you putting on your clothes back in, and the door closing, not even saying goodbye.
Now he was hand-tied up, hard, two minutes away from busting, crying, cold, horny.
At least know he knew what to not do.
Right?
