Yours To Ruin — Eli x Reader
gn!reader praise kink, soft dom, edging, begging, body worship, overstimulation
The evening was quiet, save for the soft hum of the TV in the background. You and Eli had been curled up together on the couch, but the tension in the air had been building all night. His hand had been resting innocently on your thigh, but every so often, his fingers would squeeze, his thumb brushing against your skin in a way that wasn’t so innocent. “You’re distracted,” you said softly, glancing over at him. Eli’s cheeks flushed instantly, his lips parting as he stammered, “No—I’m not distracted, I’m just… uh…” “Uh-huh.” You smirked, shifting slightly so that his hand slid further up your thigh. His breath hitched, and you could see the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “You’re such a bad liar,” you teased, leaning closer until your lips were just a breath away from his ear. “Tell me, Eli… what’s on your mind?” His entire body tensed, and he let out a soft, shaky laugh. “Nothing,” he managed, though his voice was barely above a whisper. “Nothing?” you repeated, your tone playful as you swung a leg over his lap, straddling him.
His hands instinctively went to your hips, his grip tentative, almost like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch you. “Y/N,” he whispered, his voice shaky and uneven. “What are you—” “You’ve been squirming all night,” you interrupted, grinding your hips down against him. The groan that escaped his lips was low and desperate, and you could feel the way his fingers tightened against your hips. “I—I wasn’t squirming,” he argued weakly, though his body betrayed him as his hips bucked slightly beneath you. “Really?” you asked, leaning in until your lips brushed against his jaw. “So you’re gonna sit here and tell me you don’t want me? That you’re not hard as hell right now?” Eli whimpered, his head falling back against the couch as he let out a soft, broken sound. “Fuck,” he breathed, his hands trembling as they slid up to grip your waist. “I do—I want you so bad.” “That’s more like it,” you murmured, your lips trailing down his neck. “Now, be a good boy and let me take care of you.” Eli was an absolute mess beneath you, his whimpers and soft moans filling the room as you rocked against him.
Every movement, every touch seemed to push him closer to the edge, and he couldn’t stop the words from spilling out of his mouth. “Please,” he gasped, his head tilting back as his hands clung to your hips. “Please, Y/N, I—fuck, I can’t—” “You can,” you interrupted, your voice firm as you reached down to tug at the waistband of his sweatpants. “And you will.” His breath hitched as you freed him, your hand wrapping around his dick and stroking him slowly. The way he shuddered beneath you, the way his hips jerked up into your touch—it was intoxicating. “You’re so sensitive,” you teased, your thumb brushing over his tip, spreading the precum that had already started to bead there. “Such a good boy for me.” Eli whimpered at the praise, his cheeks flushed a deep red as he squirmed beneath you. “I—I wanna—” He cut himself off, his lips trembling as he bit down on the sound threatening to escape. “Wanna what, baby?” you asked, tilting your head as you slowed your movements. “You gotta use your words.” “I wanna cum,” he admitted, his voice so soft you almost didn’t hear it.
“Please, I—I need it.” “Oh, Eli,” you cooed, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. “You’re so pretty when you beg.” His response was a strangled whine, and his hands trembled as they slid up to grip at your waist again. “Please,” he repeated, his voice breaking. “Please, Y/N.” The sounds he made as you finally took him inside you were nothing short of sinful. His head tipped back, his lips parting as a low, guttural moan escaped him. “Fuck,” he groaned, his hands tightening their hold on you. “You feel so good.” “You’re such a mess for me,” you whispered, your nails digging into his shoulders as you started to move. “Look at you, Eli—whimpering and moaning like you’ve never been touched before.” He whimpered at your words, his hips bucking up to meet your movements. “I can’t help it,” he admitted, his voice shaky and uneven. “You—fuck, you feel so good.” “You’re adorable,” you teased, leaning down to nip at his neck. “But if you cum before I say so, you’re gonna regret it.” “I—I won’t,” he stammered, though the way his body trembled beneath you said otherwise.
“Good boy,” you praised, your lips brushing against his ear. “Now, let me hear how good I’m making you feel.” Eli didn’t disappoint, his soft moans and breathy whimpers filling the room as you rode him. His hands clung to you like a lifeline, his nails digging into your skin as he struggled to hold himself together. “Y/N,” he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. “I—fuck, I’m so close.” “Not yet,” you murmured, your pace quickening as you pushed him to his limit. “Hold on for me, baby.” Eli’s entire body trembled beneath you, every muscle taut as if he were holding onto a thread that could snap at any moment. His nails dug into your hips, leaving crescent-shaped marks that you knew you’d feel later, but it only fueled your determination to push him further. “You’re so good for me,” you murmured, your voice dripping with affection and control. “Holding it all in, even when you’re so close. Such a perfect boy for me.” The praise hit him like a tidal wave, his whimpers breaking into ragged moans. “Please, Y/N,” he choked out, his voice cracking with desperation.
“I can’t—I can’t hold it anymore.” You leaned down, your lips ghosting over his as you whispered, “Just a little longer, Eli. You can do it. I know you can.” His head thrashed against the couch cushion, his light eyes glassy and unfocused as he fought against the overwhelming pleasure. You could feel the way his dick throbbed inside you, the way his hips bucked involuntarily as he chased relief that you wouldn’t yet allow him to have. “Y/N,” he gasped again, his voice a pleading sob now. “Please. Please, I’ll do anything—just let me cum. Please, I need it. I need you.” The raw vulnerability in his voice sent a jolt through you, and you decided he’d earned his reward. Slowing your pace just slightly, you cupped his cheek, forcing him to meet your gaze. “You’ve been such a good boy for me, Eli,” you said softly, your voice laced with approval. “You can let go now. Cum for me.” The permission broke him. His hands gripped your waist so tightly it was almost painful, and with one last thrust, his entire body stiffened. “Fuck—oh, fuck,” he groaned, his voice hoarse and shaking as he spilled inside you, his release so intense it felt like it might break him.
His head fell back, his lips parting as he let out a series of desperate, broken moans, his chest heaving as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him. You didn’t stop moving, your hips grinding against him, drawing out every last bit of his orgasm until he was trembling beneath you, his body completely spent. “That’s it,” you cooed, your fingers threading through his hair as you leaned down to kiss him gently. “You did so good for me, baby.” Eli’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against his chest as he buried his face in your neck. “Fuck,” he mumbled, his voice muffled against your skin. “That was—Jesus, Y/N, I don’t even have words.” You chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I don’t need words, Eli. Just you.” His lips brushed against your collarbone, his breathing still uneven as he held you close. “I don’t think I can move,” he admitted, his voice tinged with exhaustion and contentment. “Good,” you teased, tracing lazy circles along his back. “Because I’m not done cuddling you yet.”
Eli laughed softly, the sound warm and genuine, and you felt your heart swell at the sound. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice soft but sincere. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but… I’m so glad I have you.” You smiled, your fingers tangling in his hair as you kissed him again, slow and tender. “I feel the same way, Eli. Always.” The two of you stayed like that for a while longer, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world fading away. Eli’s soft breaths and the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm were all you needed, a reminder of just how perfect this moment was—and how perfect he was for you.
