In Front of the Fireplace || Sergi X READER ||
Outline: Little drabble with our boy sergi.
Word Count: 543
Warnings: 18+ MDNI
The glass dome was quiet. Outside there was the quiet hum of the forest. Inside, there was only the crackle of the fire and your breathy moans. You weren’t sure how you had gotten into this mess. Sergi had been been gone on a hunt for almost a month. You had missed him dearly. You were excited to see he had returned a few days before planned. So excited that you hadn’t cleared anything away like you had planned to, particularly, your vibrator. It wasn’t something you hid from Sergi. In fact, he brought it for you, for when he was away. But when he saw it abandoned on the bed, next to one of shirts that didn’t quiet have his own scent anymore, but yours, the evil glint in his eye was unmistakable.
The rest was seemingly a blur. There was a lot of kissing, his lips were everywhere. His hands everywhere. You didn’t even register the handcuffs until it was too late. They clicked into place around your wrists, cuffing both in front of you.
‘Sergi?’ You whispered, breathless from his kiss. Sergi smirked at you, bending slightly to grab your thighs and pull you upwards, forcing you to wrap your legs round his waist. You squealed, grabbing onto his shirt the best you could with cuffed hands. He walked towards the fire place and the furs lying in front of it.
That was several hours ago now. The sun had long since set, your clothes had been removed - or cut off where necessary. His clothes had gone too, expect his own underwear. Sergi had lit the fires to keep you both warm and it was now the only light source in the dark evening. You were on your back, your wrists still cuffed and above your head. One of your legs was trapped beneath Sergi’s, forcing you to keep them open. Sergi lay next to you on his side, one hand propping up his head, the other held the vibrator against your clit.
You squirmed beneath his touch, a thin layer of sweat on your skin.
‘What’s wrong, маленький (little one)?’ He asked, his voice annoying calm, ‘Can’t take anymore?’
‘Please Sergi.’ You whined, back arching off of the furs beneath you.
‘Please what?’ He whispered, leaning down to kiss the tears from your cheeks. You had lost count of the amount of orgasms Sergi had given you, with the vibrator, with his fingers, his tongue and any other combination he could think of. All on the furs in front of the fireplace. You were completely overstimulated, but wanted nothing more than to feel him properly.
‘Please… I need you.’ You whimpered. The vibrator was only ever temporary. Nothin was ever as good as feeling Sergi, feeling his cock inside you.
‘Do you think this piece of plastic could ever replace me?’ He asked, pulling the vibrator off your clit for a second before tapping it back against you.
‘No!’ You moaned, bucking your hips down towards the it. ‘Never, Sergi. Please, I need you to fuck me.’
The vibrator was suddenly gone, switched off and abandoned on the floor. Sergi was on top of you, settling himself between your legs.
‘Correct Answer.’
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