A guy I’m seeing just gave me the best pixie/fairy smut inspiration so here we go
Also I’ve never written in this style before so sorry if it’s bad 😬 idk what I’m doing. Not beta’d or thoroughly proofread.
Size difference, objectification, x reader (reader’s gender not specified), pixie smut, kinda dubcon but not really (revealed at the end it was consensual play)
Nsfw below the cut, minors and ageless dni
You’re a little fairy, not even six inches tall, and you’ve been captured by a beautiful noblewoman. You watch, trapped in your cage as she gets ready for a grand ball, donning a low cut black gown that hugs her curves and shows off her ample chest. Despite your predicament, you can’t help being a little mesmerized as she ties up her raven black hair and tops the whole look off with smoky eyes and black lipstick. However, one accessory is still missing.
She comes over to you, ignoring your squeaky pleas to be let go as she instead strips you down. You shiver against the cold air and try to cover yourself with your arms, but she uses dainty little chains to keep your arms and legs spread wide, before donning you like a necklace. The warmth of her skin contrasts the cool air of the room and you can’t help nuzzling into her despite how exposed you feel.
Your protests only increase as she grabs her clutch and heads for the door, ready to attend the ball. At best you might get a finger soothingly ruffling your hair, but for the most part she doesn’t pay you any mind. You’re just a necklace, after all—a pretty little accessory.
You squeeze your eyes shut at first as she enters the party, mortified to have your body on display like this. But you open them again as she adjusts you slightly, making you lose your balance a bit as she makes sure you’re centred right over her cleavage.
Your skin flushes with heat as the person she’s talking to remarks on you. He’s the first, but not the last. Many of the guests lavish her with compliments for her “pretty little accessory” or her “gorgeous jewelry.” A few chuckle about how flushed you’ve gotten. Despite how embarrassed you are, all the praise is taking an effect of you, and somehow being talked about so brazenly like you can’t even hear it is getting you all worked up. You can feel the wetness between your legs and struggle in vain to clamp your thighs together and hide it. But it’s no use, you’re too secure.
Your mistress’s current conversation partner points out the slick beginning to dribble from between your legs onto her chest. They both laugh about it. That only makes things worse. The ache between your legs grows as the night carries on and you squirm against her helplessly for any kind of friction. Your protests have long since turned to begging, desperate for relief. Eventually, once there are tears in your eyes she obliges you.
Without even looking down or acknowledging you, she puts a single fingertip between your legs and rubs gently. You let out a mewl as the stimulation reverberates through you, and the person she’s talking to laughs at your neediness. Your hips buck with what little range of motion you have, chasing your high. But just as you reach the crest she stops. She smears your slick across your chest with her finger as you let out a whine, then continues on as if nothing happened.
This routine carries on for the rest of the night, her teasing you with touches as she chats to her friends, but never letting you get over the edge. There are tears in your eyes by the time she finally excuses herself from the party. You hope that you might finally get her undivided attention, but the night has something else in store.
She’s joined in her carriage by one of the men she hit it off with that evening, and as soon as the two make it through the door of her home, they’re all over each other. You let out a nervous squeak as you find yourself cramped in the limited space between them, his shirt brushing against you just enough to make your skin tingle with the need for more. Surely, you think, she’ll take you off and set you aside, maybe make you watch before finishing what she started with you earlier. But even as they both strip, you remain on her.
She reclines back and he positions himself over her, now fully undressed. Your eyes widen as you’re faced with a cock as big as you are, already leaking at the tip. Getting to watch them together up close is making the ache between your legs grow, but you get more than a front row seat. Rather than lining up between her legs, he shuffles up closer to her chest where she pushes her breasts together to make a tight channel.
The first thrust has the tip of him stroking over your body all the way up to your chest, but as he gains confidence and stops holding himself back, his thick tip drags all the way up from between your legs to rub over your face. You squirm and squeak, overwhelmed by the sensation. It’s both panic inducing with how easily he could hurt you should he use too much force, but the feeling of him stroking along your entire body at once also has your nerves feeling electrified. You moan as he leaks more, soaking you in pre with each thrust.
As his tip catches slightly between your legs with a harsh thrust, you cry out from the sudden release that shoots through you. He doesn’t relent in the slightest and so the oversensitivity soon sends you into another climax. You’re not sure how many you’ve had by the time he reaches his own release, but it’s enough that your jaw has fallen slack. Before you even realize what’s happening his cum is showering you and slipping down your throat. You cough and splutter a little as it keeps coming, soaking you thoroughly. Your mistress checks that you’re still alright before the two go right back to indulging in each other, still letting you hang there like no more than an accessory.
You’re too fucked out to really pay attention, lying back in exhaustion against your mistress’s chest. Eventually, their activities come to an end and he leaves for the night. Your mistress finally turns her attention to you, untying you from your spot on her chest. You squirm and whine as she lifts you to her mouth and licks you clean. Her tongue then trails downward, settling between your legs to lap at you. Already sensitive, you let out a little scream as the tip of her tongue pushes in and stretches you wide. Even in your exhaustion, you’re so desperate for her attention that you ride her tongue until you cum. You keep going even as it verges into overstimulation, bucking against her until your body gives out. She takes over, continuing her assault until your legs are shaking and you cry out that it’s all too much.
She smiles and stops, bringing you down so she can press a kiss to the top of your head. Though her tongue cleaned you well, she still carefully bathes and dries you before wrapping you up in a cozy robe with a cup of nectar in hand. You sit on the pillow next to where she lays, peppering a few kisses to the side of her face as a thank you for the wonderful night.
“Was it everything you hoped, my darling?” She asked.
“It was perfect, Mistress. When can we do it again?”
She chuckles at your eagerness as you set your cup aside and lay on the pillow, smiling at her with a bleary happiness.
“Soon, pet. Now get some rest. You’ve had an eventful day.”