Kinktober Day Sixteen: Remote Controlled Toys
Pairing: Sentry x Fem!Reader!
Summary: Sentry goes on a power trip when you hand him a remote control for the new toy you just bought.
Kink of the Day: Remote Controlled Toys
Warnings: Overstimulation, Description of Sex Toys, Sentry kind of holds you down a bit from squirming, Breast Play, Sentry Uses Words of Encouragement lol, Reader and Sentry are in a relationship
Author’s Note: This was fun as hell to write, I changed up the update a bit and went into my outtakes of Kinktober because I enjoyed this concept a bit more than what I initially wrote for today! Hopefully y’all enjoy this one :))
Word Count: 4,248
Tag List: @shipping-ppl-ugh , @cammiwu , @xx-nobrain-xx , @treebabe , @kehelsi , @hoodharlow , @spewyourguts , @shadymermaid , @aratheegreat
“Sentry…I got us something to try,” You announced with a spark of exhilaration dancing in your voice, your heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and eager anticipation. You stepped boldly in front of the expansive flat-screen television dominating the wall of the living room of your shared apartment, the flickering images of some half-watched sci-fi thriller casting erratic shadows across the plush carpet and modern furnishings. He was reclined in his favourite spot on the wide leather couch, exuding that effortless aura of contained power, dressed down in soft black sweatpants that hung low on his hips and a fitted blue sweater that clung to the defined contours of his chest and arms. His light brown hair was tousled and unkempt, the silky waves falling haphazardly across his forehead from the countless times he’d raked his fingers through it, pushing the strands back only for them to rebel again, framing his sharp, angular features.
He lifted his gaze as you obstructed his view, his mesmerizing eyes meeting yours–glowing with a shimmering golden hue that evoked the warmth of a setting sun, interspersed with flecks of orange that smoldered like embers in a hearth, flickering with an inner fire that hinted at the immense power simmering beneath his calm exterior.
”Your weirdest ideas always start with that phrase,” He remarked, his voice a deep, resonant timbre that seemed to hum through the air like a subtle vibration, carrying a blend of dry humor and wary intrigue, “And they always end with me not enjoying it…Or so I claim, just to see what you’ll do next to try and impress me.” You shook your head vigorously at his commentary, your smile widening as you dismissed his doubt.
“No…No, I know you’ll truly enjoy this one, I promise.” You insisted, as your fingers slipped into the pocket of your loose cotton shorts, closing around the cool, compact device you had hidden there. You pulled it out with a flourish–a sleek black remote control, its matte surface smooth and unassuming, designed to fit snugly in the palm of one's hand like a detonator of sorts. Subtle buttons dotted its face: the on/off switch, the selector for vibration patterns and escalating intensities, and the one that activated the internal thrusting mechanism, promising layers of torment or delight depending on the wielder.
With a playful toss, you launched it toward him. He flinched reflexively, his telekinesis engaging in an instant like you had thrown something dangerous at him–a faint shimmer of invisible energy halting the remote mid-flight, suspending it harmlessly before him like a captured insect. His brows arched in genuine bewilderment, his golden eyes narrowing as he appraised the floating object. Then, with a casual mental pull, he drew it into his hand, his fingers wrapping around it securely.
”What is it for?” He asked, his thumb tracing the buttons exploratively, feeling the subtle shift of the buttons and the contours of them as if he was decoding a puzzle.
”Press it and find out,” You teased, your tone light but laced with a breathy edge as you skirted around the glass coffee table–littered with remotes, a half-empty glass of water, and scattered coasters–to settle into the vacant space beside him on the couch. The cushions sank under your weight, drawing you closer to the radiant heat of his body, a constant warmth that spoke to the super serum that enhanced every aspect of him.
He squinted at you with feigned suspicion, but the spark of curiosity in his ember-flecked eyes betrayed him. His thumb pressed the button tentatively, and immediately, a faint buzzing noise filled the quiet room–barely audible to ordinary ears, but to Sentry’s heightened senses, amplified by the same serum that granted him his godlike abilities, it was crystal clear, as intimate as if he were attuned directly to the source within you.
The toy was a state-of-the-art insertable vibrator, crafted from velvety silicone that conformed seamlessly to your inner curves, its bulbous head pressing firmly against your G-spot while a small extension that resembled a tail nestled against your clit. Wireless and discreet, it now hummed to life at a gentle low setting, sending soft, tingling waves through your core–like a warm, persistent caress that made your muscles flutter and contract around its smooth form, awakening a subtle ache that spread outward in lazy ripples.
Sentry’s enhanced perception caught it all–the buzzing, the quickening rhythm of your heartbeat, and then the heady, familiar scent of your arousal, sweet and intoxicating wafting toward him. His eyes zeroed in on your clenched thighs, pupils dilating wide as the orange embers in his irises intensified, burning brighter with dawning comprehension. He glanced up at your face, taking in the warmth that crept across your cheeks, and the slight part of your lips as you drew in a few short breaths.
”You bought yourself a remote-controlled sex toy,” He said, his voice dropping to a gravelly murmur tinged with disbelief and a growing amusement, “And you thought it would be a good idea to put me in charge of it?” He questioned, pressing another button, shifting the vibration to a staccato rhythm–sharp, intermittent pulses that jolted through you like playful nips, each burst striking your clit with targeted precision, making your walls clench greedily around the toy’s contours.
You released a long, shuddering breath, your hands reaching down to grip the edge of the couch as the sensations escalated, the toy now feeling more insistent, its pulses creating a rhythmic throb that coiled tension low in your belly, your arousal pooling hotter and wetter in your panties, soaking through to your cotton shorts.
”I thought it would be…Fu-Fun,” You stammered, the word fracturing on a gasp as another pulse hit, sending sparks racing up your spine. He smirked, a low, rumbling laugh vibrating from his chest as he leaned back against the couch, holding the remote like it was a trophy.
”Well, I have to say, it’s very interesting,” He admitted, his thumb circling the controls with deliberate slowness, “But isn’t this supposed to be used in…Other environments?” His voice wove with mischief, his eyes devouring every subtle reaction you gave him–the fluttering of your lashes, and the way you shifted in your spot.
You bit your lower lip, shaking your leg in a futile bid to distract yourself from the pulsing heat, your core now throbbing around the vibrator, each beat like a fingertip tapping relentlessly against your most sensitive spots, amplifying the slick glide within you.
”I think maybe we should just stick to using it here for now…Yo-You’re already riding a power trip,” You joked weakly, but your voice dissolved into a whimper as he activated the bottom button. A whirring thrust joined the vibrations–the internal mechanism extending and retracting in slow, measured strokes, mimicking a gentle penetration that moved deeper into you with each push, grinding against your G-spot in circling motions. The combined sensations were fuller, more invasive, the toy now a living entity within you, thrusting and buzzing in tandem to create waves of pleasure that bordered on overwhelming, your nerves alight with electric fire.
”Oh, fuck!” You exclaimed, eyes squeezing shut as your hips bucked involuntarily, a fresh gush of wetness soaking your panties.
”Now where’s the fun in that?” He teased, his tone laced with devilish intent, drawing nearer to observe the rapid rise and fall of your chest, and the sheen of sweat that began to bead on the exposed expanse of your skin. The toy’s movements were exquisite torment, each thrust filling you with building pressure, the vibrations amplifying every slide until your body was humming with it.
You realized then, amid the haze of sensation, that testing the toy alone first would’ve been prudent–now, prying the remote from Sentry would be impossible, especially as he savoured your every squirm and gasp…It would be a battle to take control back.
”You got this for a reason, didn’t you?” He asked, his free hand brushing your arm, sending additional shivers through your body. You hummed in agreement, trembling in your spot.
“Didn’t you say you needed to go out and buy a dress for that gala I’m bringing you to?” He pressed, trying to find an excuse to leave the apartment with this device.
”Yes, but…But I’m not going to go looking for a dress with this toy in–oh god,” You whimpered, the words fracturing as he cranked the intensity higher. The vibrations surged to a fervent buzz, the thrusts quickening into deeper, more insistent strokes that pounded against your inner walls, making them spasm and clench, your clit throbbing swollen under the relentless assault on your senses, your arousal freely seeping through the cotton of your shorts in slick trails, dampening the cushion beneath you.
”C’mon, Y/N…It would be pretty frisky if we took this for a real test drive.” You shook your head desperately, another moan tearing from your throat as the toy’s rhythm pushed you closer to the edge.
“I’ll literally pass out if we use this in public…It’s already so intense…” You whispered. Sentry sighed theatrically, leaning in closer, his hot breath fanning against your ear.
”Alright…Come here then.” With effortless strength, he wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you back against him until your back pressed flush to his solid chest, his body a warm, unyielding cage locking you in place. The heat of him seeped through your thin tank top, his heartbeat steady against your spine as he held you captive. “If we’re not going to go out, we might as well see how much you can take…Hmm?” Your hands flew up instinctively, gripping his forearm like a lifeline as he manipulated the buttons once more, altering the rhythm–vibrations shifting to undulating waves that crested and crashed within you, thrusts accelerating into rapid, pounding motions that mimicked urgent, desperate fucking.
He laid back against the couch with a fluid grace, his powerful frame shifting effortlessly as he pulled you along with him, your body molding against his like a puzzle piece finding its perfect fit. Now you were sprawled atop him, your back nestled into the firm planes of his chest, his warmth enveloping you like a living blanket–solid, unyielding, and radiating that subtle, superhuman heat that always made your skin tingle where it touched his. He intertwined his legs with yours in a possessive tangle, his thighs–strong and corded from the serum’s enhancements–locking around your own, pinning you in place with an intimate restraint that left no room for escape. His free hand, the one not clutching the remote like a coveted prize, slid up your torso with deliberate slowness, fingers splaying possessively over your breast through the thin fabric of your tank top. The material was already clinging to your sweat-dampened skin, and as his thumb circled your hardened nipple–pebbled and aching from the building arousal–he applied just enough pressure to send sharp sparks of pleasure darting straight to your core, amplifying the toy’s relentless work.
His other arm banded tightly around your waist, holding you flush against him, his breath steady and hot against the nape of your neck as he waited, savoring the anticipation like a predator toying with its prey. You could feel the faint, growing outline of his erection pressing insistently against the small of your back through his sweatpants–a hard, throbbing ridge that twitched with every subtle shift of your body, betraying his own mounting desire. The toy inside you was still humming at its current setting, the undulating waves of vibration rolling through your sensitive folds like relentless ocean swells, each crest building higher than the last, crashing against your clit with a wet, electric intensity that made your inner walls flutter and clench desperately around its silicone girth. It felt impossibly full now, the curved shape pressing unyieldingly against your G-spot with every internal thrust, the mechanism whirring in rapid, pounding strokes that mimicked the urgent rhythm of a lover buried deep–stretching you, filling you, retreating only to plunge back in with merciless precision. Your body was a live wire, every nerve ending hypersensitive, the vibrations feeling like liquid fire spreading from your core outward, coiling tight in your belly and making your thighs tremble uncontrollably.
You moaned unabashedly, pressing back against him in a futile bid for more friction, your hips grinding subtly as the toy’s motions drove you mad with need. The slickness between your legs was obscene, your arousal soaking through your cotton shorts in a warm, sticky flood that left the fabric clinging transparently to your skin, the damp patch growing with every pulse.
“You’re so worked up…I can feel you soaking your shorts,” He whispered smugly, his voice a low, velvet rumble that vibrated through his chest into yours, laced with that devilish satisfaction. He pressed his lips to the curve of your shoulder, soft at first, then grazing his teeth along the sensitive skin in a teasing nip that sent goosebumps racing down your arms. You whimpered in response, your core pulsing wildly around the toy, the vibrations now a torturous buzz that made your clit throb like a second heartbeat–swollen, raw, and begging for relief even as it bordered on too much.
“Sentry…Oh fuck, please…Please lower it,” you begged, your voice breaking into a desperate whine as you writhed against his hold, your body caught between the urge to chase the pleasure and the overwhelming intensity threatening to shatter you. He chuckled darkly, his fingers pinching your nipple between them with expert pressure, rolling it gently at first then tugging just enough to elicit a sharp gasp from your lips, the sensation shooting straight to your oversensitive core like an arrow.
“You can handle it, baby…You can’t give up now…Not when you’re so close,” He coaxed, his tone an intoxicating mix of encouragement and command, his teeth nipping at the tender flesh just below your ear, sucking lightly to leave a faint mark that would bloom later. You shook your head weakly, tears welling up in your eyes as the overstimulation built to a fever pitch, your body shuddering violently against his, every muscle taut and quivering. In a haze of desperation, you attempted to reach for your waistband, fingers fumbling to slide beneath the elastic in a bid to physically end the torment–to pull the toy out and grant yourself mercy–but your hand barely brushed your lower belly before an invisible force halted it, pressing it firmly against your skin like an unyielding barrier. His telekinesis at work, subtle and precise, pinning your wrist in place without effort.
“Think I didn’t know what you were planning to do?” he teased, his breath hot against your neck as he pressed the vibration button once more, heightening the intensity as if punishing you for the attempt to reclaim control. The toy surged to life with renewed fury, the vibrations escalating to a thunderous roar within you–like a storm of electric pulses ripping through your core, each wave crashing harder, faster, making your walls spasm uncontrollably around its thrusting form. The mechanism pounded deeper now, the silicone expanding and retracting in brutal strokes that stretched you to your limits, grinding relentlessly against your G-spot until stars burst behind your eyelids. It felt like being consumed from the inside out, the pleasure-pain so acute that your hips canted upward involuntarily, bucking toward nothing, seeking an imaginary lover to match the toy’s rhythm. A bead of sweat trickled slowly from your hairline, tracing a path down your temple, only for Sentry’s hot tongue to dart out and lick it away, savoring the salty tang with a low, appreciative grunt.
“Mmm…Desperate little thing, as usual,” He commented, his voice dripping with smug affection as he squeezed your breast tightly, massaging it in his palm with firm, kneading motions that sent fresh jolts of sensation cascading through you. Your body began to shake even harder, limbs trembling as if caught in a seizure of ecstasy, your breaths coming in ragged, gasping sobs.
“Oh god…Sentry, I’m go-gonna cum,” You cried, your back arching slightly off his chest despite his hold, the tension coiling unbearably tight in your lower abdomen. And then it snapped–the first orgasm tearing through you like a shattering wave, rippling from your core outward in convulsive spasms. Your walls fluttered wildly around the toy, clenching and releasing in frantic rhythm as pleasure flooded every inch of you, tears streaming down your face from the sheer, blinding intensity, your cries echoing through the apartment as your body bowed and quaked.
But he didn’t stop there. His thumb danced over the buttons again, pressing both the vibration and thrust controls simultaneously, pushing the device to its maximum settings in a devilish bid to drive you straight over the edge into oblivion. The toy became a beast inside you, vibrating a chaotic frenzy that buzzed through your clit like white-hot lightning, the thrusts slamming deep and fast, filling you completely with each punishing stroke, your oversensitive nerves screaming in protest even as another peak built impossibly quick. By this point, your shorts were a wrecked mess of soaked cotton, the fabric clinging translucently to your thighs, arousal trickling down in warm rivulets that left your skin slick and glistening. You tried to fight against the telekinetic force pinning your hand, fingers twitching futilely as tears blurred your vision, sobs wracking your chest.
“You can take more than just one…I’ve seen you do it before on my cock…I’m sure you can do it with this. You can’t give up now…You can take this for me,” He encouraged, his words a soothing torment against your ear, his free hand trailing from your breast to trace lazy patterns over your quivering stomach, heightening your awareness of the chaos within. You turned your head weakly, meeting his gaze–those golden eyes burning with intense, possessive hunger, the orange embers dancing like flames as he drank in your desperation. A small, wicked smile curved his lips, and he leaned forward, capturing your mouth in a gentle kiss that contrasted sharply with the toy’s brutality–his tongue sweeping softly against yours, tasting the salt of your tears that had run over your lips. He pulled back just enough to press his forehead to yours, his breath mingling with your gasps.
“Sentry, pl-please…” You couldn’t finish your sentence, your breathing speeding up to frantic pants as the second orgasm loomed, your body betraying you with involuntary bucks and whimpers.
“That’s it, let go again,” He murmured, his voice a commanding whisper that wrapped around you like silk restraints, his telekinesis now subtly vibrating against your pinned hand to add another layer of sensation–a faint, humming pulse that echoed the toy’s chaos, traveling up your arm and merging with the firestorm raging in your core. The added tremor made your skin prickle with goosebumps, every inch of you hyperaware, as if his powers were weaving an invisible web of pleasure across your body.
He watched intently as you squeezed your eyes shut tightly, lashes clumping with the tears that continued to spill over, your face a masterpiece of raw vulnerability–cheeks glistening with dampness, lips parted in silent pleas, brows furrowed in exquisite agony. His own breath quickened, drawing in the ragged exhales you released, inhaling them deeply as if he craved to absorb every gasp, every whimper, filling his lungs with the essence of your surrender. The air between you was thick with the mingled scents of sweat, arousal, and the faint metallic tang of his superhuman energy, creating an intoxicating haze that bound you closer.
You scratched at his forearm desperately, nails digging into the warm, taut skin beneath his sweater sleeve, leaving faint red trails that only seemed to spur him on, his muscles flexing under your grip like steel cables wrapped in velvet. Your body writhed against him in uncontrollable waves, pressing back fully into his unyielding form, every curve of you molding to the hard planes of his chest and abdomen, feeling the insistent throb of his erection grind against your lower back–a promise of more to come, hot and demanding through the thin barriers of fabric. The toy inside you was an unrelenting force, its maximum vibrations a savage symphony of electric fury, buzzing through your clit like bolts of lightning that seared and sparked, making the swollen bundle of nerves pulse with an intensity that blurred the line between ecstasy and torment. The thrusts hammered deep and unyielding, the silicone shaft expanding with each inward plunge, stretching your spasming walls to their absolute limit, grinding mercilessly against your G-spot until it felt like your entire core was a molten vortex, clenching and releasing in frantic, involuntary rhythms that milked the device for every ounce of sensation.
The second orgasm overtook you like a cataclysm, far more ferocious than the first–a tidal surge that crashed through your body with brutal force, leaving you shaking and twitching as if your nerves had been electrocuted by pure, unfiltered pleasure. It ripped from your depths in convulsive waves, your inner muscles fluttering wildly around the toy’s invading form, squeezing it in desperate pulses that amplified every vibration and thrust into something almost unbearable. Your vision whited out behind closed lids, stars exploding in the darkness, and you couldn’t form words in those endless moments–just raw, primal sounds escaping your throat, moans that escalated into loud, desperate cries bordering on embarrassing in their sheer neediness, echoing off the apartment walls like a symphony of surrender. But Sentry devoured every last one, his glowing eyes half-lidded with predatory delight, the orange embers flaring brighter as he drank in your unraveling, loving the way the overstimulation twisted you into this quivering, pleading version of yourself–utterly his, body and soul.
As the wave finally ebbed, crashing into a sea of aftershocks that left you trembling and spent, he mercifully began to lower the settings. His thumb moved with deliberate care over the remote’s buttons, dialing down the intensity in gradual steps–the thrusts slowing from their punishing pace to a gentle retreat, the vibrations fading from thunderous roar to a soft hum, then to blessed silence. The toy stilled within you, its silicone warmth now a lingering reminder rather than a tormentor, your walls still fluttering weakly around it in exhausted protest. Relief washed over you like a cool tide, your body going completely limp against him, melting into his embrace as the tension drained from your muscles, leaving you boneless and panting, chest heaving with ragged breaths that slowly steadied.
He set the remote down on the side table behind him with a soft click, his arms wrapping around you fully now, enveloping you in a cocoon of warmth and security. His lips trailed soft, reverent kisses along the curve of your neck and shoulder, tasting the salt of your sweat-slicked skin, his teeth grazing lightly in affectionate nips that sent faint, pleasurable shivers through your oversensitive body.
“Your orgasms will always be one of the most beautiful things that my eyes will ever witness,” He complimented, his voice a husky murmur laced with genuine awe, as if you were a divine spectacle crafted solely for him. He nipped at your flesh gently once more, soothing the spot with a swirl of his tongue, watching with satisfaction as your lashes fluttered open, your tear-streaked gaze meeting his.
“You’re… You’re so ridiculous,” You commented breathlessly, a disbelieving laugh bubbling up from your chest, weak but genuine, cutting through the haze of post-climax fog. He felt your body shake with the laughter you emitted, and his lips curved up into a smirk against your skin enjoying the moment of closeness.
“I may be ridiculous…But I certainly own it, do I not?” He asked, his tone playful yet laced with that unshakeable confidence. You nodded faintly, still catching your breath, the air between you now soft and intimate.
“That you do…” You replied, your voice a whisper as exhaustion tugged at the edges of your awareness.
He held you for a few more minutes, his broad palms gliding soothingly along your chest and sides, tracing lazy paths over the damp fabric of your tank top, feeling the rapid flutter of your heartbeat slow to a steady rhythm beneath his touch. The quiet enveloped you both, broken only by your shared breaths and the distant hum of the city outside the apartment windows. Then, with a devilish glint returning to his eyes, he broke the silence.
“You do know I’m going to have to clean you up with my tongue now, right?” You let out a groan, half-exasperated, half-aroused, your body still too spent to protest fully.
“Oh my god…” You breathed. He smirked wider, shifting beneath you with purposeful intent.
“Hey hey…Save those words for when my face is between your thighs.” He teased.