kinktober 25’
day 7 — cockwarming ʚ link ɞ
soft dom!reader ;; cockwarming...
link is flushed all the way up to his ears when you tug him down onto the bed with you, his hair sticking to his cheek from the sweat he’s worked up earlier. he looks like he’s waiting for you to say something, like he’s bracing for a demand, but you just pat your thigh and pull him close.
he’s already hard when you slide his trousers off — thin and twitchy, a soft pinkish tip that’s leaking more than he probably realises. not huge, not intimidating, just…him. perfect in a way that makes your mouth water because it fits you so well every single time. it’s the kind of cock you can get addicted to, small enough to press deep without hurting, but stiff enough to make your toes curl when he moves just right.
but tonight, you don’t want him to move at all.
you guide him in, slow, sinking down onto him until you feel the weight of him snug inside you. link’s jaw goes slack, a sound spilling from his lips that he tries to swallow down, and you shush him with a hand on his chest. he’s so warm inside, filling you in a way that makes your belly thrum with need, but instead of riding him like he expects, you just stay there, shifting until he’s seated all the way.
his eyes fly open, blue and panicked. “y-you’re not—?”
“shh,” you murmur, stroking over his ribs. “just wanna keep you in me. nice and full.”
the poor boy trembles. his cock twitches inside, leaking, every throb making your walls flutter around him. he’s sensitive, always so sensitive, and you can tell it’s taking everything in him not to buck his hips.
you nuzzle into his neck, lips brushing his pulse. “you feel so good, link. small and perfect, keeping me stretched juust right.”
he whines at that, biting down on his lip. your cunt clenches around him lazily, not even fucking, just holding. your warmth swallows him whole, sticky and tight, and his hands fist the sheets because he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
time stretches out like this — link buried inside, his cock twitching helplessly while you breathe against his throat, your thighs hooked around his hips to keep him caged. the intimacy of it has him melting, shaking from restraint, little gasps slipping out every time you squeeze around him without warning.
“you like being my plug, hm?” you tease quietly, voice soft and mocking all at once. “just sitting here, letting me keep you inside like this.”
his whimper is muffled against your hair, but his cock gives you the answer for him. he loves it. loves being used like this, even if it’s just to keep you full and satisfied.
and gods, the longer you stay stuffed with him, the more your body hums with a lazy heat — like his small, pink cock was meant to be in you forever.
