TEASE [PIERRE GASLY X READER]
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The worst kept secret about Pierre is that he’s a massive slut. Everyone knows this. He just exudes manwhore energy. It was something you simply had to accept when you began dating him.
You are dating a slut. Everyone knows that.
But what everyone doesn’t know, is just how right they are.
Because Pierre not only acts like a slut in public, but he most certainly does behind closed doors, and he wants to be called out on it.
Pierre loves to push your buttons in public, loves to unbutton his shirts one button too many and smirk at everyone who looks at him and let his voice a drop a bit lower as he thanks the hospitality workers. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
And make no mistake, he’d never actually cheat. He’s yours and you’re his, no question about that.
But Pierre likes to be reminded of that, more specifically, Pierre likes to be absolutely wrecked until the only thing he can remember is your name.
The problem is that he doesn’t like asking for that, and you’re certainly not going to give him that for free. That leads to this little cat and mouse game, with Pierre seeing how much he has to push you before he ends up with a hand around his throat and another down his pants.
That’s how you end up watching as Pierre flirts with the waitress at the hospitality, making a show of smirking as he takes the coffee from her. You roll your eyes at him, already knowing what he’s trying to do.
He glances over at you once the waitress leaves, clearly trying to work out if you’ve noticed what he’s doing yet. You both know you have, but you simply smile sweetly at him and sip your drink. Not acknowledging him only makes him more needy and desperate, which is always fun.
By the end of the day, he’s restless and pushing every button of yours that he possibly can. He even managed to kiss his PR officer on the cheek as he said good bye.
You keep your cool, not saying a thing and patiently waiting until you’re back at the hotel. The moment the door is closed, you turn him around to face you and push him against the wall.
“Slut,” you tell him, lightly choking him and listening to his ragged breaths. He’s smiling slightly, lips lightly curved upwards because he’s finally getting what he wants.
You make him go shower, telling him to clean himself thoroughly. You don’t need to tell him not to touch himself. He’s done being a brat now, will do anything to please you and knows he can’t touch his cock without permission.
While he showers, you get everything that you need ready.
He stumbles out the shower, water still dripping from him and the towel barely hanging on around his waist. He clearly couldn’t stand to wait any longer, and his eyes widen when he sees what you have on the bed.
“No,” he says, “no please.”
If Pierre actually doesn’t want this, he’ll let you know with his colour.
“Green,” he says, then adds, “but please…”
You shake your head at him, thanking him for answering but continuing on. He said green, so this is all fair game.
You have him lay down on the bed, and tut when you see his cock is half hard. That won’t do. So you make him wait until his cock softens. He’s clearly unhappy with that, pouting and huffing every now and then but you don’t listen to him. He flirted with everything that moved today, so he doesn’t get to complain.
Once his cock is soft, it’s time for the thing he’s been whining about.
You take the metal cockcage from the bed and gently put it on his cock, ignoring how he hisses when the cold metal touches his skin. Once the cage is secure, you put the key on the bedside table, smirking as Pierre bucks his hips up and tries to cup his cock through the cage.
You ignore him and grab the lube and dildos, moving a chair closer to bed to be able to sit facing the bottom of the bed and then grabbing Pierre by his hips ans pulling him down. He gasps, clearly not having expected that and ending up with his legs on either side of you, his caged cock and hole exposed for you to play with.
“You’ve had your fun,” you tell him, “and now I get to have mine.”
He groans but doesn’t say a thing.
And from there, you just have to wreck him. You open him up with your fingers, making sure to avoid his prostate just to see him squirm. He keeps on moving his hips and trying to fuck himself on your fingers, clearly trying to get you to hit his prostate. But you avoid it, wanting to get him as worked up as possible.
Then it’s time for his favourite dildo, a bright red dildo that curves upwards slightly. You insert it slowly, then just keep it there.
He groans and tries desperately to fuck himself on the dildo. “Please,” he whines, “more… please…”
“Aw,” you say, pinching his thigh, “need more? Want me to fuck your hole?”
He nods, whining again as he keeps on trying to do it himself but he can’t.
Eventually you take pity on him, moving the dildo all the way out and then back in, listening to how he moans in relief. He stops trying to move, just lets his body relax as you fuck him with the dildo.
You can see his cock swelling in the cage, trying it’s best to get hard but not succeeding. He’s leaking precum from the cage as he begs.
You wait until he starts begging for the cage to he removed, until he’s crying and shaking, megs kicking out aimlessly as you fuck him hard with the dildo. He would have cum by now without the cage, and you can see he’s reaching his limit of teasing.
He whines at the loss, breathing hard and looking down at you. He’s about to beg for more when he sees you grab his favourite plug. It always presses against his prostate perfectly and feels so good.
You put the plug in for him, making sure to fuck it in and out of him a bit just because you can’t help yourself.
He watches as you grab the key to the cage, gently moving it and then stroking his cock to full hardness. He just lays there and pants as you do it, already so spent despite not cumming.
You debate how to make Pierre cum, wondering if you should let him cum in you or blow him. But eventually you decide instead on using a vibrator. Pierre’s tip is always so sensitive and you know that having a vibrator on his tip would be so intense it’s borderline painful.
He sees you reach for the vibrator and doesn’t even know what to do with himself. He’s so desperate but so overwhelmed.
It only takes a few seconds before he’s cumming, making a puddle on his tummy. He groans and squirms, unable to stop himself from crying out and moving. It’s so so intense, knocking the breath right out of him.
When he’s done, he just lays there, breathing hard and letting out little gasps every now and then. He’s completely wrecked, entirely ruined from the teasing and the orgasm that followed.
It’s exactly what he wanted when he was flirting with people earlier.
