Sub!Rory x Dominant!Reader (No title)
Warnings: Dom reader, mommy kink, superrrrr sub Rory
Summary: Literally just smut, no story GN!Reader
Word Count: 985
Rory laid, his wrists and ankles tied to the bed frame with silk ropes.
He pulled slightly, knowing he could break free if he pulled hard enough but the feeling of the unknown was too exciting. Y/N walked slowly and seductively around the bed, drawing their finger on the frame, the other hand cupping their breast. Rory stared at Y/N, gulping as they reached down to the black silk bag that sat next to the bedroom door. They searched through the bag, humming a made up tune. First, they grabbed out the bottle of lube, half empty, filled with slick water-based lubricant that smelled and tasted of strawberries. Next, they pulled out a black blindfold, something they had rarely used. Finally, they pulled out a small metal bullet vibrator. It was well loved and a favorite between them and Rory.
“Hmm…what should I do with you?” They asked, standing, everything they had grabbed from the bag in hand. A smile pulled at their lips, as Rory laid naked in front of them. His dick was painfully hard, desperate to be touched, leaking precum onto his stomach. Y/N approached Rory, a submissive look in his eyes before they placed the blindfold over them. With his sense of sight taken, he felt more tense, more vulnerable than he already was. He became more conscious of what he heard and felt. The swish of the small table fan on his desk became louder. He felt the soft sheets underneath him and every crease of the fabric. He felt Y/N slowly drag their finger down his side, tickling him slightly, goosebumps raising on his skin. They slid their finger down until it reached his thigh. The bumps only spread and the finger went down. At the top of his thigh, the slowly traced in, getting closer to his pulsing cock, practically begging to be touched but they wouldn’t give in, not yet. Purposefully avoiding the space he wanted them most, they moved on to his other thigh.
“Mommy, please.” He whined and they giggled slightly.
“Please what? You need to use your words.” They teased, not stopping their movements. He wanted to pull free from the ropes and put his hand around his dick, desperate to feel the relief of cumming but what fun would that be?
“Please make me feel good.” Rory answered. It was a minute before he got any response and even then, it wasn’t verbal. It was silent until he heard the buzzing of a toy he knew well. One that had been used on him plenty of times, the bullet vibrator. He kept the smile that wanted to creep onto his face away so as to not antagonize his lover. Expecting the intense buzz to reach his tip, he jumped in surprise as cold lube dripped down his taint, reaching his tight asshole. He whimpered as the vibrator touched his sensitive taint, moans leaving his lips. The instant pleasure he felt was only aided by Y/N putting their hand on his desperate cock, rubbing their thumb against the underside of his tip, knowing how sensitive the veiny area was. His legs shook slightly at the feeling. They knew just how to touch him, just what made him tick.
“Ohh fuck please.” Rory moaned, his eyes rolled to the back of his head in pleasure. The feeling of the vibrations he felt in his tip were almost too much to handle. He tensed at the ropes that bound him to the bed, the buzz was almost too much to handle. His toes curled and his mouth hung open, it was clear Y/N wasn’t going to take the overwhelming feeling away.
“What do you want?” They asked, still stroking their thumb against his veiny, red, leaking tip. The vibrator moved up and down, close to his hole then to his balls, back and forth. He felt like he was going to cum already from the powerful metal buzz.
“Please, make me cum.” His voice was a high whine, so sure that if anyone was around, they’d hear his pathetic moans. It turned Y/N on. Their wetness leaked between their legs, but this wasn’t about them. Their only goal was to watch Rory squirm, toss, struggle, until he came when and only when he was allowed to do so. Without warning, Y/N began stroking his dick, still allowing their thumb to run over his tip, spreading the precum around his length with each pump. The feeling of their warm hand tightly squeezing his cock along with the vibrator was almost too much to bear, his legs shaked more erratically and moans poured out of his mouth like a prayer begging for mercy.
“P-please mommy can I cum?” He begged, his legs and arms desperately pulling at the ropes. The ropes cracked a bit, holding on almost by a thread. Y/N nodded their head as Rory peaked his eyes open for the okay and with that confirmation, he let it go. His whole body tensed, ropes of white hot cum shot out of his tip as it violently pulsed. The cum reached up to his neck, almost hitting his face. Y/N stroked his cock through the orgasm, never letting up, not changing a thing. The overstimulation was gonna set in soon but they both knew he’d recover quickly.
“How did that feel?” Y/N asked, standing, wiping precum from their hands on a towel from the floor. He slowly sat up, looking a bit fazed. That’s when they both realized that he had torn the ropes into shreds when he came. He looked up, red and embarrassed as Y/N sat on the edge of the bed next to him, his arms instantly finding their waste. They looked down at him, still covered in his own cum and laughed.
“Oh baby, what am I gonna do with you?”