warnings. dom! top! reader, sub! bottom! lyney, reader has a cock, dumbification, slight hair pulling. written by a minor.
notes. baby’s first written male character ‼️‼️ i need to shower him with love im not kidding
lyney’s high pitched whimpers become muffled when you thread your hand through his hair, pushing his face down into the pillows as you fisted his hair ever so slightly. his ass ripples every time your pelvis hits it, your cock thrusting into his hole slowly yet harshly.
he already turned so dumb and weak under you, fingers clawing at the material of the bedsheets. you can’t help a grunt when he clamps down around you, like he was trying to keep you inside him. his once pretty braid undoes itself every time your harsh thrusts move his body completely.
“‘s the matter? have i fucked you dumb already?” you egged him on, but all you got in response was a whine and his hips moving back into you.
“nghh… right there…” the magician hopelessly babbled as he felt the tip of your cock drag along his prostate. your hips jabbing into him didn’t stop even if he’s whining incoherent nonsense, rather they pick up in pace, lyney feeling your cock deep in his stomach, his neglected cock twitching in pure need.
every time you’d piston yourself inside him, he could feel himself getting closer to the edge, muffled cries shifting in volume as you continued. at this point, lyney couldn’t warn you that he was close, but he knew you could tell. he does trust you with his life to do such a thing to him.
“you gonna cum? then do it,” you growl deep in his ears, only making him shiver more. “cum all nice and pretty for me.”
your words—falling from your lips like a melody—was all that did it for him. with a final thrust, lyney came all over the bedsheets, arching his back high up as his cum spurted on the sheets, staining them white. but you know you’re not done, you haven’t even came yet.
when lyney snaps back into reality after his orgasm, the white dots in his vision disappear slowly as you let your hand go from his hair to allow him to breathe. of course he knows you’re not done yet, you’re still so deep inside him, so he turns his head behind him to look at you, face stained with sweat.
“you know, i didn’t get to cum yet,” whispering in his ear, you massage his waist and he shyly leans into your touch with a whine. “are you going to be a good boy and let me fuck you again?”
