sweetest sin
art by marutaro02 on twitter/x.
umm .. gonna be honest, i wrote this in a haze while drifting in and out of dissociation so do with this what you will!
content warning ahead! this work is 18+, minors dni!
“Look at you, sat in my lap like this,” Kyrio coos, the hand that wasn’t on your hip rising up to brush a stray piece of hair from your face, his touch lingering for a moment longer than it should have. With your bottom lip tugged between your teeth, you glanced down at him, your lashes fluttering against your cheekbones every so often. He took his time in admiring you, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into your skin as he hummed softly, your skin flushing under the intensity of his gaze, his third eye peeking from his chest included.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, leaving you to avert your gaze in favor of staring down at your fidgety hands. Kyrio’s smile only widens at this, his hand drifting down from your cheek to your chin and lifting it up, forcing you to look at him once more. Your breath seems to catch in your throat when you next make eye contact with him, an undeniable tension now clouding over the both of you, and the look he gives you just about sends a shiver down your spine.
Tilting your head, you give him a curious smile, to which he changes his position so that he’s leaning further back against the couch, subsequently causing his leg to shift until it’s sandwiched between your thighs. Your eyes widen a fraction at the movement, and you scramble to sit in his lap properly again before he stops you with a hand on your waist. “Ah, ah. Stay,” he says simply, giving you a somewhat smug smile. Your cheeks puff out a little, but you do as he tells you to, even if it is a bit reluctantly considering the way his leg is now pressed up against your core. He knows this, you think, if the way his face flushes a little is anything to go by. “You’re perfect just like this..,” he trails off, biting his tongue on his next words. He wants something.
“What is it?” You ask him, tilting your head once again and observing the way the gears turned in his head as he processed your question. He breathes out a sigh, and the next time he speaks, his voice sounds a little strained. “Grind against my leg,” he replies, like it’s the most normal thing ever. You, of course, are taken aback, and it feels like all the air has been knocked out of your lungs at that near growling tone of his. You hesitate, which he recognizes immediately, and with a roll of his eyes, his hands are on your hips in an iron grip, decorated fingers sinking into your flesh as he helps you to slowly drag yourself back and forth atop his leg. You gasp at the feeling, clutching his button up shirt and balling up the material into your fists as the fabric of his slacks creates a delicious friction between your legs. You swear you can see the slightest hint of a smirk on his face at your reaction, and you suddenly feel the urge to bite him.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Kyrio practically purrs, leaning forward until he can rest his chin on your shoulder, continuing to guide your movements on his thigh. “L-Like what..?” You say in a shaky tone, mentally cursing yourself for the way you stammered. “Like you hate when I do this. When I.. take control,” he murmurs, pressing a series of soft kisses along your shoulder that lead to the side of your neck, below your ear, and eventually your collarbone. You swallow thickly, instinctively tilting your head to the side to bear more of your throat to him, the sight of which has him groaning low as he nips at your pretty skin.
“Such soft skin.. feels so nice against my lips,” he mutters into the crook of your neck. “Pretty girl..,” he all but growls when his lips reach the column of your throat. You shudder, biting back a small whine as you begin to move your hips with a little more force, the increased pressure of your movements absolutely not going unnoticed by him. He chuckles, squeezing your hips rather harshly, just to see you squirm on his lap a little more. “Someone’s eager..,” he purrs, one of his hands drifting down to the space between your thighs and just barely brushing up against the wet spot in your panties, the feeling pulling a groan from the back of his throat. “You’re so fucking wet,” he practically hisses, rubbing you over your underwear more intensely now.
You let out a strained whimper, your thighs instinctively trying to close, but being unable to with the way his leg keeps them splayed open. Then, he slides your panties to the side, rubbing your slick folds directly, the sudden sensation making you jolt in his lap. “Aww, poor baby. Did that surprise you?” Kyrio coos, making quick work of slipping a finger inside your dripping entrance, his eyes fixated on the way your expression contorts with pleasure. You can only whine in response, throwing your head back and rutting your hips into his touch, which he surprisingly allows. You had half expected him to grab tighter onto your hips to stop you, but if he was so willing to make you feel good, then by God if you wouldn’t take every chance he gave you.
You mewl when his finger curls inside of you, a low groan leaving his lips as he presses his forehead to your shoulder, his eyes closed save for the one peeking out from his chest, focused solely on the way your pussy greedily swallowed his finger, watching it disappear into your dripping folds as his movements suddenly stop, and his touch is gone entirely. You’re about to protest before you’re being flipped back onto the couch, Kyrio looming over top of you and immediately slipping two fingers inside of you at the same time, not even giving you a chance to think before he begins curling, twisting, pumping them in and out of you at a fast pace. “Oh! F-Fuck!” You cry out, feeling a familiar heat building up in the pit of your stomach, and it’s like he instantly knows that you’re close.
“That’s it,” he purrs, doubling down on his movements and driving his fingers even harder, fasterinto you, a white hot pleasure washing over you in the next second that has you trembling underneath him and moaning his name as though you were praying to him. “Kyrio!” You squeal when he makes absolutely no move to slow down, continuing to finger you even beyond your orgasm, even as you writhed below him and desperately tried to grab at his arm to make him stop. “Quiet, angel,” he sneers, his eyes still closed while the third one on his chest seemed laser focused on your dripping pussy, enamored by the way your release gushed around his fingers, creating a mess on the couch below you.
You’re grasping at his arm, trying to get him to slow down, but it’s futile, and you know it the moment a gasp slips past your lips, and you feel a liquid begin to coat your thighs as your back arches, like you were keening into his touch, desperate for more despite how you complained that it was too much. “Beautiful. So pretty, baby..,” you hear him murmur, although your brain is hazy when he finally allows you a moment of respite, pulling his fingers out of you and gently rubbing at your swollen clit instead, watching intently as you twitched and whined. He coos at you, shushing your protests as he brings his drenched fingers to his lips, moaning at the taste of your release on his tongue. “So sweet. Just like I imagined you’d be.”
You can only whimper in reply, your chest still heaving while your heart thumped rapidly, your eyes half-lidded as you tried to make sense of what just happened. You’re vaguely aware of the way he gently rubs your hips, leaning down to press kisses to your stomach, and mumbling praises into your skin every so often. Then, you feel yourself being lifted off the couch and into his arms as he carries you off to the bathroom, whispering to you that he’ll take care of you while he nuzzles the side of your head and kisses your temple.
