International Lovers
Summary: Taika needs you to relieve some stress over seas...
Relationship: sub!Taika Waititi x black!reader
Warnings: domme/sub, some bondage, graphic language, graphic smut, torture/teasing, degradation, small praise kink, use of riding crop, 18+ FOR SURE
A/N: fuck I’m sleepy but I did it. We got a little soft, a little submissive Waititi for y’all. Maybe I went in too hard for this one but I felt like I had to deliver. There’s a Prince theme cuz the idea came to me while listening to International Lover and because of that damn Purple Rain shirt he’s been in lately. So of course...jam the song if you like...I’m gonna shutup now.
Babe—
I’m burnt out. I need you. I’m booking you a flight right now so pack a bag now. Don’t worry about a thing...bring that set I love, along with a few things listed below. I’ll be waiting...
TW
Everything was real cute for like the first eight hours after walking through the hotel door. Affectionate touches, I love you’s and miss you’s, long hugs and passionate kisses...you know, all the mushy stuff. But as soon as the sun started to set, painting the sky with fiery oranges and pinks, Taika started getting handsy, sloppily kissing up on your spot right under the left side of your jaw. The one that makes you melt and sigh with a soft grin, practically caving into his wants and needs. Never knowing what side of the coin you’re going to get. Heads or tails? Mild or spicy? In control or...
Successfully you get all the things on his list and bring that blood red lace set he bought you for your birthday last year, and get them through airport security with skeptical looks. You met them all with a knowing smirk and shrug. That same knowing smirk riddled across your face as your heels slowly click against the hardwood floor, circling Taika heaving and panting Taika tied to the elegant brass headboard. In his Prince shirt, cropped and knotted under your tits, and in the lace panties, you pop the black leather riding crop in the palm of your hand, biting your cherry red bottom lip at how cute he looks all tied up like that. Muscles flexed and rigid, he watches you move with a sick evil smile, dick straining and dripping between his thighs. Each time the crop smacks against your flat palm his dick jumps in excitement. Stopping before him at the foot of the bed, you lovingly sigh with a small shake of your head. Mouth watering you really wanted choke on him but maybe later. Taika’s Adam’s apple bobs, thickly swallowing a groan at the sight of you all long and smooth in his shirt and his favorite panties, looking down on him all sly and sexy. Wanting you so bad he thinks his dick will explode if you don’t touch it soon.
“Look at my little baby.” You mockingly pout at him. The satin ties tighten around his wrists as he quietly growls at your tone. “So pitiful, look at you, cock won’t stop dripping.”
Extending your arm, you rest the cool leather crop right on the tip of his cock, softly circling it around in the sticky fluid pooling there. Taika damn near deflates, hissing and pulling at his bounds when you start to pat the crop in the mess you’re making. Giggling at him getting all worked up.
“Oh my god. You like that? Look at you throbbing, getting wetter.” A nice drop of precum falling down his burning skin; you chase it down, catching with the crop before it hits his balls, slowly dragging the edge of it back up his twitching length. Taika’s moans desperate and hoarse ring out into the room over the Prince song playing in the background. Fighting the urge to buck his hips off the bed. Head rolling back eyes fluttering close. Snickering at him only makes him harder. Tapping the crop against his girthy cock to gain his attention, you draw the messy side to your flatten tongue and lick the drying sticky residue off, keeping your sinister glare locked with his soft brown eyes melting watching you lick the crop clean. A noisy smack of your lips once you’re done. Jaw dropped his whole body tremors.
“Mmm...look at you...out of breath already and I’ve haven’t even touched you. So fuckin needy aren’t you.” Another pop but this time against your thigh. Gasping aloud when the leather damp with your saliva inflicts your prickled skin. The sting is what you needed to keep yourself in check. Because just as much as this turns him on, you’re starting to tingle yourself.
Lazily nodding, Taika squirms and readjusts himself on the distorted sheets. “Yes. Yes baby.” He stutters all low and fragile and it’s soft enough to make you dampen a little but, that’s not the appropriate title. A powerful, muted slap that rings in the springs of the mattress has him slightly wincing, realizing he’s fucked up and should have gotten popped for it. But you missed him, so you’re being courteous.
“No. Wrong.” You coo, sliding the crop along his outer thigh. “Wanna try again? And make it snappy.” Snapping your wrist back, you fling the crop away, prepared for his punishment but he answers promptly,
“Mistress!” He hisses behind a shudder, a little disappointed you didn’t land one anyway. A part of him had been craving it.
“Can’t be fuckin up like that. Not when I have this,” Removing the crop off his hot brown skin, you drag it over your pouty full lips, “and this...” down your chin, the middle of your tits over Prince’s Purple Rain album cover, until you reach the crotch of your panties, tapping the crop right against your sensitive clit. The gentle hits bringing your pussy even more to life. Raising an eyebrow with a daring smile, you dip it lower between your thighs, rubbing it against your wetness seeping through the material. Inhaling deeply, you loll your head back and fully sigh, stroking yourself only turning you on even more and driving Taika mad with lust. He can’t take his eyes off you teasing him.
“Oh, fuck, I’m sorry mistress.” His voice can’t go any louder, mumbling and huffing, throat so tight and dry. “So sorry...I—I’ll do better. Pr—promise.”
Humming you cat crawl up onto the bed, staring at his dick angered and veiny. Bobbing all around you really want to tame it between your luscious lips. It’d make him more than happy if you did. “I know you will. Just so you can get what you want...” Sitting up on your knees, you trace circles and loops with the crop over his firm hairy chest and abs that drastically rise and fall, “because you’re a spoiled little brat, aren’t you Taika?”
The crop cracks against his right pec, the corners of your lips sinfully inching up your cheeks when you hear a whispered, “yes mistress,” in your ears. It fills you with such delight.
“My little spoiled brat.” You giggle with another smack a little nicer than the last one. “You like my new toy?” You sheepishly ask displaying and stretching the black crop with two hands. Taika nods eagerly, biting down in his bottom lip, his hips and cock raising off the bed. “You wish you could use it on me don’t you...”
Swallowing hard, he whispers with another eager nod, “yes—yes mistress,” ending with a groan as you turn on your knees away from him, arching your back to poke your ass out for him. Leaning forward first, you give your ass a little wiggle and bounce with a silly laugh. You can’t see him but the sounds of his feet and ass shifting over the sheets cue you to sit up on your knees. Turning your torso to face him a bit, you lick your lips with a wiggle of your eyebrows while lifting the crop above your exposed ass cheek. Taika damn near hyperventilates, panting as he sits up some, waiting for you to do what he thinks you’re about to. But when? Keeping the crop up, twitching it between your fingers to tease him. When you finally bring it down against your ass Taika groans loudly, yanking on the ties I’m his big hands. The burn felt sensational. Taika knew what he was doing when he put this on this list; he knew you’d love it and that you’d let him use it on you later after. But as of now you repetitively spank yourself, passionately moan and sigh with each smack, leaving a trail of red welts on your prickled caramel skin. Taika’s falling to pieces behind you, whimpering and frustratingly huffing he’s dying to graze his thumb over your tender flesh. A few tears falling down your cheek but you still seductively smile at him.
“Did you like that?” Turning to face him again, you crawl up his thick hairy body breathing wildly and rest your hot wet folds on his stomach, completely ignoring his flinching dick. Those sweet big eyes of his all dazed and glossy, so frustrated but sad he can’t touch you. He nods with small pout which has you turning your head to the side in concern. “If you liked it, then why are you acting like a big ol baby hmm?” Using the handle end of the crop, you perch his protruding lip against the edge. Lifting an irritated brow, you lift your chin and the crop sitting on his chin. “I asked you a question.”
“Because I want you so bad mistress. Want you so bad...” He repeats softly to himself, yanking on those ties again, knocking the headboard against the wall. His dick so hard and tight it looked like it could erupt with just the most fragile touch. Enticing him until he’s damn near miserable is so much fun for you. And the pay out is so rewarding, watching Taika disintegrate under you made you feel too powerful but you did it for him because he couldn’t get enough of you being his boss bitch. Begging out to you in Maori now. “Koa toku aroha...(please my love) tēnā koa...(please)”
Any other time, this would make you melt, those dreamy brown eyes tugging at your heart strings but you’ve got a job to do. Besides, he’s still damn pretty all fragile and docile with all this manly body. The sight of him made you incredibly wet.
“Ah, ah,” you sternly point the blunt end at him, “That’s not how we get what we want, now is it.” Fed up with his sniveling, you shove the crop between his teeth just as he’s about to answer,
“No...no mistress.” Taika tries his damndest to straighten out his tone but you can hear his despair in his muffled words. He can’t last another minute without feeling your textured burning walls weeping all around his dick. Dick so hard it hurts and the only relief is your pussy. Pursing your lips together you go to kiss his forehead appreciatively, cradling either side of his face with your slender fingers.
“Good.” You purr, stroking his curls back and twirling them around your index finger. “So you want this pussy correct?” Teeth biting harder into the leather Taika frantically nods piercing those soft brown eyes into yours. And you nod along with him with a perverse grin, bringing a hand to your lips then reaching that same hand back to dick at attention.
“Oooh my god!” Arching his back, that was the loudest you’ve heard him all night, gaudily groaning out into the room. Spreading your spit all over the head before soothing it all down and around his veiny shaft you bounce up and down on his bucking body. Your contrary grin never breaks.
“This seems like it’s doing the job just fine...you don’t need her.” You shrug indifferently but he disagrees.
“No. Please.” His voice strained under his struggled huffs, behind the thin crop, tired of shaking his head at you. Tired of begging for sweet relief. Giving him a good tight squeeze while stroking his engorged member, you tsk disapprovingly, peering down at him through your lashes. Your thumb rubbing over his seeping slit, using his sticky fluid as a lubricant.
“You should be thanking me. No more begging.” You release the riding crop from his mouth and toss it off the bed.
“Fuck,” he gulps and sighs, rolling his head back, “thank you mistress.”
Caressing his freshly shaven cheek, you show him a little gratitude by brushing your thumb over his thin lips, catching some of his bushy mustache in the process. Damn you missed this handsome face...and that dick of his. Why prolong the inevitable any longer when your folds are calling out for him too?
Rising up on your knees backing up some, you reach between your thighs to move the sopping wet crotch of your panties to the side, angling you and Taika so that when you sit again, he pierces through perfectly. So perfect in fact that you both moan out in total unison. Grateful. The moment he fills you up, Taika goes to work, gradually rolling and grinding you up and down, growling lowly, “thank you baby... thank you so much.”
He feels so good slipping and sliding out of your middle you don’t even give a shit anymore. Soothing your hands all over his hairy chest, you cry out,
“Oh god fuck me Taika!” Swirling the pad of your middle finger around your sensitive clit, your body jerks and jumps. Using the satin ties as an anchor, Taika lifts you both up off bed to snap his trembling hips to pump you harder but he can’t keep it up too long. All your torture exhausted but overstimulated him all at once.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum already.” He confesses with a whine, wrenching his eyes closed but that’s okay because you were so close too. Also overstimulated and weaken by the thickness of his dick between your slippery walls. You take over, rocking back and forth on his lap, squeezing all around him each time you force him back in. Your nerves tingling all over. Your eyes welling up with tears you ride him faster, chasing your own climax.
“That’s okay, me too baby. Come on.” Your gasps quickening in place you’re right there, about to bust, and so is Taika with big groans and calling out your name. All his muscles tightening you slam down once more before he’s desperately yelling,
“Oh god! Oh fuck!” Taika’s vast freckled chest convulses as his warm load squirts all over your walls. His fluttering cock persuading your intense orgasm, dropping your head back with a long boisterous moan of his name. Cumming so hard you collapse onto Taika’s chest with a sob, limbs shivering and shaking. No words. Just breath catching sighs for a few minutes until you gain enough strength to get up and let him loose.
Once he’s free, he scoops up your lifeless body into his strong hold and rains a thousand kisses on your crown, singing your praises.
“You’re the best babe. Fuck that’s exactly what I needed. You’re too good to me. Fuck I love you.” And goes on and on until you both pass out.
A few hours later, you awaken to a giant Maori man sinisterly standing over you by your side of the bed. Sitting up on an elbow yawning, you peek up at him with sleepy eyes. A devilish smile fills your eyeline as he drops down to his haunches, gliding the crop over your curves over the sheets. Waking up you know what time it is, especially when you feel that crop stop right on the hill of your ass. Weakly grinning at him, you let out a small shout when Taika pops you, grumbling against your full lips,
“My turn.”