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Pairing: Kili x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ SMUT, sub!kili gets absolutely fucked, bondage with enchanted elven rope, oral sex, humping, hand job, edging/ruined orgasm, overstimulation, lowkey torture, crying/dacryphilia Summary: Kili shows you what it means to be good, and you reward him. Eventually. A/N: request for @liketheleaveschangingcolor! exposing myself for the evil freak that I am. I am unashamed. idk how many words.... a lot? I got carried away
The youngest dwarf prince glowed beneath you, his lean body splayed against silky Elven sheets of a deep crimson color that matched the color in his cheeks and lips, each curve of muscle gleaming with a light sheen of sweat. Raven hair sprawled in chaotic masses around his head, cascading over broad shoulders.
Your lips parted at the sight and you practically salivated. He looked delicious like this, all exposed and hot to the touch, so desperate to be felt, to have you torture him with gentle, soft hands. And the best part of it all? You'd selected your most intricately woven lace lingerie of a deep, rich blue---his favorite color---embellished with ornate straps and shining silver hardware. You were absolutely gift-wrapped and mere inches from him, and Kili couldn't do anything about it.
Enchanted Elven ropes were twisted in knots around his wrists, pulling his arms taut towards either corner of the bed, and the same was done to his ankles. With artfully designed patterns and knots, the ropes curled further around his biceps, his waist, his thighs. More adorned his chest, tugging against dense black hair that trailed across the breadth of his upper body and trailed down his belly.
He'd given up trying to tug on the ropes, for when he did, a strange weakness overcame every muscle in his body and an oddly pleasant fog settled over his mind, reducing every thought to the intensity of each sensation you inflicted on him. He wouldn't have been able to free himself anyway for how tightly the Elf above him had tied his restraints, but it became clear to him that these ropes were enchanted intentionally to keep him right where you wanted him, completely weakened and at your mercy.
A low, delirious groan escaped his throat, muffled by a gag thrusted deep in his mouth, his once-bright eyes dulled to a delicious haziness, mind void of everything except for the way your darkened eyes stalked him, pinning him beneath your gaze as if the ropes weren't enough.
He was achingly erect, his impressive length lying in wait against his belly, but you refused to so easily give him what he needed. Where was the fun in that?
You had positioned yourself to begin at the end of the bed between his spread legs, tracing light fingertips up the curve of his strong calves, dragging over the curls of rope, feeling every twitch of the taut muscle. You resisted the sadistic urge to bring that silky touch down the soles of his feet. That would be too cruel, and you wanted him to feel good. Perhaps, you thought, if he misbehaved and became greedy, you'd feel so inclined to punish him. But not yet.
His spine arched upwards, at least as much as he could manage against the restriction of his bondage. The expression on his face as he looked down at you was agonized, and you swore you almost saw the threat of tears in his eyes.
You smiled. "Look at you," you cooed. "Why don't you tell me what you want?"
You intended to tease him like this, and grinned when he furrowed his brows in desperation, unable to vocalize his needs through the gag. A sweet little sound, something like a broken grunt, resounded from deep in his throat. It was the most he could do.
"Aww," you cooed. Fingertips touched his bare inner thighs and he jolted with another little yelp, cock twitching against his belly. The ropes tugged a little, and the enchantment made his head fall back weakly with strangled breaths. "Can't tell me, hm? What is it then, you want me to touch you?"
He nodded, tears brimming his eyes as his face turned pink. A tiny line of drool seeped from his bottom lip.
"Where?" You murmured, your fingertips dancing on his hips now while he squirmed.
"Mmgghh..." was all that came from his stuffed mouth, and you snickered.
"Here?" You teased his sides with long strokes of your fingernails up and down, leaning a little closer to him now. Your face was dangerously close to his cock now, and he dared to lift his hips the slightest bit from the bed. You tilted your head with a knowing smile, and tugged on the knots against his chest, eliciting a low, delirious moan as his head fell back again. "No..." you dragged mockingly. "None of that."
His big brown eyes tilted down to you then, watery and desperate, his throat bobbing as he struggled to handle the gag in his mouth. In that moment, you pitied him, so helpless, dependent on your touch for pleasure, and you wouldn't even let him near it.
You stalked up his body like a cat, crawling over tensed limbs until your face was right by his, and you placed a soft kiss to his bearded cheek. "You want this off?" You stroked the tight band of the gag that fastened around the back of his head.
He nodded hesitantly, his eyes wide and round as if asking you for permission. If he was allowed to have it off. You nodded back, and for a moment his eyes flashed with relief.
"How bad?"
His face broke.
A low whine escaped his muzzled mouth, and he realized you were going to make him wait. He squirmed a little against his restraints, only to be instantly subdued. He hadn't quite learned to behave yet.
"Soon," you whispered, your breath tickling his ear. "I promise."
You maneuvered your body between his legs again, palming your hands down his chest, swollen and glistening from sweat and the pressure of the ropes, your thumbs grazing over his nipples which had become so sensitive from all this. He inhaled sharply, squeezing his eyes shut, his dark lashes wet. Your fingers thrummed the ropes over his abdomen, sending little spasms of ecstasy through his whole body as another muffled moan made him tremble.
"This is what you want, Ki?" You cooed, dipping your head to lick a wet stripe up his curved shaft, surprised at how hot it was against your tongue. He threw his head back with a loud cry behind the gag, his thighs trembling at the aching sensation. Yes, this is what he wanted. If only he could tell you how good it felt.
Your mouth was watering at the mere sight of him, sending pools of saliva cascading down his length. A vein twitched against your tongue as you closed your lips over the tip, making sure he was properly lubricated before you went on.
When you pulled your mouth off, ignoring his little squirms and whimpers, you tasted the saltiness of precum and grinned. "Not yet, honey," you whispered, flicking your tongue against his red-hot tip. "Not until I say you can."
His hips almost raised at the sudden lack of contact, but he stopped. He wanted to be good for you, even more than he wanted to cum.
You smiled. He was learning. Your hands got to work then, pumping him slowly. You wanted to reward him for being good, for being so obedient. He was huge in your palms and throbbing, and you noticed the way his hands clenched into fists, knuckles white. You kissed his tummy affectionately, intentionally letting his cock slip between your breasts where they leaned over him, listening to the increase of his heart rate as you did so, and the rapid little breaths from his nose. He was trying so hard, and you were so proud of him.
"So good for me," you whispered. "Taking my hands so well."
He exhaled, his brows tilting upward in relief at your praise.
"Do you think you deserve a reward?"
He nodded softly, almost hesitantly, not wanting to seem too eager. He was used to this now, used to your control. No amount of his neediness could affect your rigid control over him, he'd learned this. And it felt so good to give up that control to you, let you decide his pleasure for him, decide if he'd earned it. He wanted to earn it. He wanted to be good.
You kissed his belly again, releasing his heavy cock from your hand briefly to unlatch the gag from his mouth. A string of saliva followed from between pink lips and a sore tongue.
As soon as it was off, his shoulders slouched with relief, yet still, he didn't make a peep. Not until you told him he could.
You kissed his mouth, wanting to taste the heat and the unheard moans. "I want to hear you, my love," you hummed.
As if on cue, a broken whimper fell from his lips. His voice was already hoarse. "Please..." he begged, too weak now to even keep his eyes open. "Need... to feel..."
"I know, sweetheart," you whispered, placing a soft kiss to his forehead. "I promise I'll make it better, just keep being good for me okay?"
Your fingers pushed back damp strands of hair from his face, and you clamped your lips onto his again, your other hand finding his cock again and beginning to stroke him slowly, building him up again agonizingly slow.
He released a guttural moan into your mouth and you felt the tension in his hips. You could tell how desperately he wanted to thrust, to chase this ecstasy himself, but he held back, knowing that whatever you gave him would feel ten times better and leave him shaking.
You disconnected from his swollen lips, watching those soft brown eyes roll back into his head as he began to pant, scrunching up his face. His cock was painfully hard, and you could feel it pulse in your palm. Poor baby.
Unknowingly, you became aware of the way you'd positioned yourself on his thigh, letting his flexing muscles sent waves of warmth through your own body while you slowly stroked him.
"Good," you whispered, voice dripping with arousal, unable to conceal the pleasure in your own voice. "So good for me."
He was practically hyperventilating now, his cheeks red and skin glistening with sweat, hair nearly soaked. Mahal, he looked divine.
"D-don't s-stop..." he cried with ragged breaths, face contorted in unadulterated euphoria.
You wanted to see him come undone. To see cum spill all over his toned abdomen, leaking in spasms and settling in the dark curls of hair. To see every muscle in his body tense up and ripple with waves of bliss. To hear those desperate lewd noises from his mouth, see all sense of awareness leave from his rounded eyes while all he can think about is how good it feels to finally cum.
But even more?
You wanted to see him break. To watch tears stream from pleading eyes as sobs wrack his entire frame. To hear jumbled and broken words fall from his swollen lips between cries, completely incoherent, but he can't even articulate himself when he's being edged so horrifically. To watch him squirm and tug at the ropes, forgetting their enchantment, and watch his body go boneless, but he's lost all the strength to fight it, and all he can do is let the electric feelings surge through his overly sensitive body and try not to think about how painfully erect he still is after finally thinking he'd have release.
So you took your hands off him.
He practically howled at the loss of sensation. He was so close.
You were only growing more sadistic as you watched his torture, and in a moment of pure self-indulgence, you feathered your fingertips in his armpits and down his sides and across his belly, taking full advantage of his hypersensitive state.
Something between a laugh and a pained sob escape his lips, and you watched his dignity crumble. He was ruined, humiliated in his desperation, but he couldn't even bring himself to care. All he wanted was to make you proud, and he was trying so hard. Taking everything. Your cruelty was an excruciating pleasure, yet somehow he could only find himself begging for more.
He wasn't sure if he was saying words or just crying. His brain was mush, and all he knew was you. You controlled his pleasure. You could give it and take it away, and he could only pray that you'd be merciful to him.
It was a pathetic sight, and yet you became suddenly aware of how wet you were against his thigh. You grinding softly against him, a hand coming up to undo your own bra. You thumbed over your erect nipples, tracing the underside of your breast with soft fingertips. Your other hand dipped to rub yourself through your panties, drinking in Kili's delicious moans and cries and tears as though they gave you life.
You built own orgasm fast as he watched you half-lidded, shedding desperate tears at the agony of not being able to touch you, not being able to make you feel good himself. You came moments later, tossing your head back as your hand clenched around his thigh.
Kili's cock twitched and throbbed against his belly, painfully red and swollen, begging to be touched. He had gone limp from all the writhing, the enchantments of the rope subduing him into a high, not quite fully conscious, existing in a realm somewhere between satisfaction and torture.
You could no longer ignore him, especially now that you'd reached your own climax. It wouldn't be fair to leave him like this a moment longer. Precum dripped from his tip into his belly button and all you wanted was to see every ounce of sexual frustration and tension melt away from his wrecked body, and free him of his restraints at last.
You reached a lazy hand to his cock, gripping tight as he whined at how sensitive it was. He threw his head back, and with only a few slow strokes, every muscle in his body tightened and trembled, and ropes of cum spilled from his tip, soaking all over his belly and chest hair.
His mouth hung open in a silent wail, eyes screwed shut, hips shamelessly thrusting into your hand.
And this time, you let him.
"Shhh," you soothed, gliding up his body to softly pet his hair as his moans broke into unabashed whimpers and cries. "Good, Kili, feels so good, hm? Let it all out, you did so well my love."
You continued your slow pumping until he had gone soft and overstimulated in your hand, nearly thrashing at the satisfying pain.
It took a long time for him to come down from the high he'd reached. In fact, by the time you'd taken off his ropes and healed the burns they left and he'd fallen asleep, you weren't sure he'd come down yet.
But you held him like he was made of glass against you, stroking his damp hair, smoothing your hands over his raw skin, placing little kisses to the top of his head. And you too fell asleep quickly, knowing you'd taken care of him so well.
