𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑
Pairing: Sub! Akaza x Dom! Gn! Reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: Humping/grinding, wet dreams, master/servant play, cursing, akaza being the loml
A/N: i wrote this at 2 am on my phone, so its poorly done considering my other fics. but whatever LOL it needs to be out publicly.
“Akaza stop it," You murmur, uselessly trying to push him off of you.
He kisses your neck, licking and biting at the flesh while on top of you. The request is ignored and his mouth work continues downward, eyes mischievous and mouth open in a small grin.
“Akaza.”
“Please?” he mumbles, now working his way toward your chest. He straddles your leg, dressed only in his sleep attire, and begins to grind down on you.
A sigh leaves your lips, and your hands make their way to his hair. He seems to purr at the affection, leaning into the warm touch. “It’s 3 am. We have to wake up early tomo—today.”
He seems to tune you out, focusing on the task at hand. His grinding is slow but he puts his entire weight into it. You can feel how hard he is through the thin cloth. He uses one arm to pick up your leg so it gives him easier access. “I had a dream.”
“A wet one? What are you a teenager?”
He ignores you, his mouth now over your chest, licking at the nub desperately. His hands roam your body desperately like he wants to feel every inch as quickly as he can. You feel himself begin to drip pre onto your upper leg. “I was your servant and you, my master”
You glance at him, now intrigued. He pauses his movements, and waits for your response, slightly nervous. “Yeah?”
He reaches over and plays with your other nipple, relaxing his body and letting some of his weight rest on you. “Mhm. Was responsible for serving you, treating your every need. It was my duty to make you happy.”
“Not so different than now, hm?” you tease, and he laughs gently against your skin, but nods. It was true, he always loved to treat you well.
You watch the shadow of his hand take off his pants. His dick now bare and fully grinding on you.
“F-fuck. Yeah,” he groans, grabbing onto your hand. “B-But. one night it was different. You came home, and I waited for you in your chambers like usual. You were angry. I don’t remember why, but you were always so kind to me and I was afraid I did something wrong.”
“You would never do anything wrong, my love,” you croon, and he preens at the praise, rubbing his face into your skin.
Pants leave his mouth and he changed the movements of his humping. It’s now more frantic, and he lets out loose groans. “But then....Can you move your leg, please? Thank you. Th-Thank you. You pushed me onto the bed and kissed me. Took off my clothes, even when I was scared of getting caught. I wasn’t supposed to be with someone like you.”
The thought makes you a little sad, so you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips. He eagerly takes it in, gently grabbing onto your hair to pull you closer. He whines into your mouth, tongue dragging along your walls.
He wants to finish the story before he cums, so he pulls away, his lips stained with saliva and eyes now hazy. He goes back to slow grinding, afraid of cumming too fast, but still, it makes his eyes roll back.
“Y-you told me that you wanted to—to oh fuck. To serve me for a change. I didn’t have room to protest. How could I? I was yours to command, to fulfill every need. So I let you. You…mhmmm…Fucked me, and praised me the entire time. Felt good. So so good, your lips found their way to every inch of my body and your fingers touched me in places I never thought they would. Y-You served me, worshiped me, and I loved it.”
You giggle into the darkness, now completely awake. He whimpers in embarrassment and buries his head into your neck to try to hide himself.
You flip him over, and dig your knee into his cock. His mouth flies open and his back arches off the sheets at the sheer force of it. You pin his hands above his head and run your tongue up his neck. He shivers under your hold. “Wanna recreate the dream?”
He nods his head slowly and bites back a whine at the tone. His ears burn in embarrassment, as they always do. “Wanna be my master, Akaza?”
His eyes shoot open, and you press down harder, grinding your skin against his groin. He grips you and moans, high in pitch. “That’s not—“
“If i am to be your servant, what does that make you, my pretty boy?”
He falters for a second, his eyes furrowing adorably. Once coming to a decision, he looks away and nods slightly into the pillow. “Y-Your master.”
you grin at him, and he unconsciously begins to hump up and on your leg. “Then what does my master want?” you whisper into his ear, gently nibbling on the lobe. you were right, they were burning up.
“T-to cum. Please.” You reach your hand down to his cock and begin to pump it. he gasps and struggles under your hands, adjusting to the increased pleasure.
Tears begin to pick at his eyes and he is clenching his teeth. “Ff course. Anything to please you.”
The words make his head woozy and he’s nodding helplessly into the night, loving the amount of attention.
You let go of his hands, but he continues to hold them above his head. He was trained to not move without permission and you hold back a coo. Instead, you reach your hands up and down his body. “So pretty. I’m so lucky to serve someone like you.”
He gulps and shuts his eyes. “Th-Thank you.”
The sound of your pumping has gotten louder with the increased amounts of pre cum leaking, serving as makeshift lube. He’s getting close, it was easy to tell. “Can you cum for me, master? Please, as a lowly servant, I’m begging for you to cum.”
He gets lost in the headspace, nodding slowly, his hands twitching from above him. The pressure begins to build up and he is whining for release. “Yes. Of course. Of course. I'm gonna cum!”
You kiss the space below his ears and he withers under you. His hands clutch at the pillows and his back arches completely. He lets out a shaky, “f-fuck.” before blowing his load onto his toned stomach. It comes out in quick spurts and he’s shaking profusely, random muscles contracting to take in it all.
You, of course, are coaxing him through it with, “So pretty. I’m so honored.” and “Does it feel good, master?” which only makes it more intense for him.
When he comes down from his high, he heaves for a breath and feels his eyes begin to shut. It’s almost 4 am and he needs to sleep. You take notice of this, and with a small sigh quickly grab a cloth to wipe him up before laying down next to him.
He pulls his face into the crook of your neck and lets out a small, but content groan.
You smile into the darkness. "Did i serve you well, master?”
His body tightens up immediately and he lets out a shaky whine. “Please don’t call me that. So embarrassing.”
You run your fingers through his hair and whisper into his ear. “Yeah? Then why are you hard again?” he grips onto you again, from both embarrassment and arousal.
But you were right. He begins to grind himself against your leg.