Love and appreciate your Dev content!! Would you consider writing more monkey man kid x reader - maybe something where he praises and talks the reader through it, starting gentle and then figuring out he can be rougher because reader likes it that way. He would start out wincing through the pain caused by his fighting, but eventually forget about that. Praise/dominance part inspired by him saying "good girl, do you like that?" to the dog in the film 🥵
Good (Kid x Reader, drabble, 18+)
He thinks you're adorable. It's a part of why he keeps coming back to see you. You'd do the same, if you knew anything about him.
But for now, you don't need to know. He's come to you after a rough night at the Temple, and what started as you putting his pieces back together, has once again ended with you, flat on your back.
You'd always gotten the sense that he was being careful with you, whenever he worked you open for him, feeling his mouth on the most sensitive parts of you. It always felt as if he was holding back.
A small knot of guilt twisted in your belly, you know.
You know he's in pain, and he's fucking you anyway. He should be convalescing on your couch, not ....whatever this is.
He hits a new angle and you gasp into his mouth, foreheads pressed together. He doesn't have to hold back...
"Harder," You all but whimper into his mouth, "I want it harder."
The words make him pause, large brown eyes staring into your own. Whoever he was, he saw right through you, even now.
His shoulder stopped hurting a long time ago, and he'd even go as far to say he was enjoying himself, enjoying you.
"Harder?" He confirms, "Like that?" He catches your moan with his mouth, after snapping his hips down into you. It was experimental, if you said "never mind", he'd forget it.
You think it's pathetic, how your eyes practically roll back. The effect he has on you is embarrassing.
He on the other hand, thinks you're lovely. You have to be an angel, floating into his life, trying to heal him, trusting him even though you have no reason to. It occurs to him that there will be a day he'd have to give you up.
Not yet, he thinks.
"Yes..." You trail off, "more please!" He chuckles lightly at how polite you were, even now. And he continues with a harsher pace, a tighter grip.
Your hand finds his, and moves it to your throat. His eyes go round at that, as he takes a comfortable grip. Alright...
Your wail comes out stifled against his mouth, as he tries to soothe you against the harsh pleasure of him, "Good...good girl, there we are..."
He bats his wet eyes at you, and suddenly your breath escapes you. You clamp down around him, clawing at your lover, "Always so good to me, that's it."
You're beautiful, and worn out. You smile sleepily into his mouth, fluttering, as you let him chase relief for himself.
