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“I want to have sex!”
Nsft - Caine x reader
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You’ve been… perplexing Caine recently. You and Zooble specifically. You both have been complaining about the lack of sexual organs, and there for lack of sex. It’s a joke for the most part. But dose sheds light on a genuine frustration.
In response. Caine sent everyone off on an adventure except for you. With a snap of his fingers you two were in a… therapist office? He crossed his legs in the leather chair. Notepad on his knee. Finger pressed to his temple… Teethple? Whatever-
“Y/n… I can’t help but notice… I never can- that you’ve been enjoying my adventures less and less. I’ve exercised my ability to create excitement, temporary fear, and other forms of joy. But I feel that I’m losing you. What’s going on?” He says, almost thoughtfully.
You sigh, this all felt kind of silly. But at the same time. It was nice that someone was asking. “Well… I’m fine. The adventures are great and all. And I’m really glad that you started taking inspiration from the suggestion box!” You admit.
“Yes… but, you seem distracted. Frustrated.” He’s eyes rake over you. Like he already knew the answer. He just wanted to hear you say it. “Well Caine- I don’t know if you’ll get it.” You laugh sheepishly. He waits for you to explain yourself. “Yeah I’m frustrated, but not at you or anyone. It’s not that kind of frustration. I’m just… wound up,” you try to explain, your cheeks turn pink.
“You want to have sex,” Caine stated. You tensed a little but nodded. He continues “That’s what puzzles me. It’s not like eating or drinking. Not that you need to do that here. Buttt- I don’t understand humans- er- your need for such a thing.”
You sigh, you’re gonna have to explain this to him. “It’s- a bit different. Like- a craving? Desire, a deep want. And it’s naturally a part of some people.” You try to express. Caine thinks. “Like an animal?”
“I- yes… actually” you were in fact ovulating. Caine raises a ?brow? “So you’re in heat!” He announced. “…Yes Caine…I’m in heat,” you flatly admit. You also can’t believe you just said that out loud. To a pair of teeth. Who honest to God turns you on. Sometimes you can’t think too much about your situation. 
He hums. Putting the note pad down. His voice became lower, more, serious? “That won’t do it all… My job is to make sure you’re happy and taken care of.” His eyes settle on you, focused, like he was taking you in. “And how prior to the circus, did you take care of this situation?” He asked,
He was making you sweat. Something about that look. His casual authority. It was hot, and you’ve been needing for days. “Toys” you say, then. Felt a memory come to the forefront of you mind. Back in the real world. Using your favorite dildo and vibrator. It made your abdomen swirl at the memory. “I see” caine said, the memory lasted for a moment longer when you realize. He was watching it. He found it and pulled to the front of your mind. So he could look. He hums. “And if you get this release, you’ll feel better?” He asked. You gripped your clothes a little and nod.
Slowly, he snaps his fingers. You feel heat stir, more full, more need. You shift. What did he do? “Come here.” He said.
You walk over to him. His hand slides to your waist. “Let me take care of you,” he purred, you gasp in surprise as he turns you and pulls you into his lap. You fell the unspeakable outline of a cock- his cock. Fuck it’s been to long. He pulls you down against him. “Is this what you’ve been wanting?” He whispers. You could feel him brush your neck. You nod, “Yes-“ breathless already. One hand gripes your waist, the other grabbing your jaw. “Are all of you this willing?” He asked. You swallow and shake your head. “No I just-“ fuck your couldn’t say it out loud.
You let him control the pace, holding onto his arms as he grinds you down against his hardening cock. “Good job,” he whispered. Making you shiver, his hand slips down and pushes your waist band down just enough. His cock slips against your wet core, sliding back and forth making you whinper. Caine hums. He sounds, entertained. “So pretty” he murmured to himself as he slowly, slide his cock along your wet slit. Your insides fluttered and your face burned hot. Panting you look up. Remembering something. This wasn’t a completely closed room. To walls. But completely open to the rest of the circus, if anyone came back from that adventure earlier- oh god. His hand moved from your jaw to your chest, sliding under your clothes. Rolling your nipple between his fingers. Fuck- tingles shot up your spine, that kind of sensation ware you didn’t know to whimper or moan. Ended with just a breathy noise. He continued to tug and roll your sensitive nipples as he used you like a toy. Giving himself a pussy job.
You feel the tip of his cock press against your wet pussy. Making you gasp. Caine shh’d you as he slowly worked you onto his cock, with measured thrusts. Still only by the grip of one hand on your waist. You couldn’t help the sounds falling from your lips. Gripping his hand around your waist and one of the arms of the chair. The wet sounds of his cock moving inside you made your chest flutter. Once he had you fully on his lap you sighed. He fit perfectly. Just like your favorite dildo used to. Is that what he was doing? What he was looking for in your head. He grinds up against you a bit more, causing the tip of his cock to rub that extra sensitive spot inside of you “Caine-“ you gasp. He stops. “Do you want to stop?” He asked.
You swallow and shake your head “god no-“ as soon as he hears that sweet whinper. He pulls out part of the way, and slams you back down. “Good girl,” he groans. Not because he’s out of breath, because fuck- the way you sound.
He pumps you over his cock whiteout falter. It was amazing. The first time you’ve felt this good in so long. A trembling, moaning mess. He reaches down from your chest and rolls your clit between his fingers. Causing you to gasp. He continued to rub and play with your clit as he worked you over his cock like a toy. “Feel better?” He cooed. “Y- yes- yes oh-“ You sounded like a whore- oh god. You couldn’t help it. As much as he tried to avoid talking about sex, fuck he was good at it. He angles you back against his chest, pulling one of your legs up to your chest. Going faster, wet plopping noises fill the air as he hits your g over and over. Making you cry out. “There she is~” Caine chuckled. “Look at you, this is all you needed isn’t it? A proper fucking? My poor girl” he coos. Almost mocking. All you could do was moan in response. The way his cock dragged through your pussy. Your walls squelched around him. You couldn’t quite get a thought going. The feeling started to overwhelm you.
Your body jerks “Caine- oh god-“ you feel that heated coil building up in your stomach. “Go on,” he whispers. Only a few more thrusts and your gripping his hands, cumming on his cock with a cry. Shaking, sweating, panting. Then you gasp, feeling Caine jerk forward, hot thick liquid spurt up inside you. Filling you up. “What a pretty sound you made, I should do that more often. Mm? Would you like that?” He slammed you down onto his cock again. “Mm?” He goes for another thrust. He couldn’t get enough of the sounds you were making. Once he finely pulled out. Your pussy closed around nothing, thick cum dripping out.
“Y/n, your shaking” Caine coos. He puts you on your wobbly feet. Then pushes you forward onto the ottoman in front of his chair. ”C-caine wait-“ you tense up. His hands squeeze your thighs. “Shh, let me clean up the mess I made. I couldn’t help myself, you just look so pretty stuff full of my cum. I knew you would.” He says. You yelp, feeling his large tongue slide against your pussy. Slowly lapping at you. Cleaning you up. His large wet tongue was hot against your skin. Flicking at your clit from behind, your hands braced against the ottoman shook. Then the tip of his tongue slid inside you, licking at your walls. You yelp, jerking. “Caine! Caine-“ you whimper. Feeling his wet tongue lick and taste your inner walls. Tongue fucking you, slow and steady. Then-
“Caine! We’re back!” You hear a familiar voice yell. He grumbled something. He pulls his tongue out of you with a slick sound. Pulling your clothes back in place. He pushes you into his therapist chair like nothing happened. Taking your chin in his hand he leans down. “Feeling better?” Panting you nod. “Good girl, you’ll tell me when you start feeling… wound up again. As your ringmaster, it’s my job to take care o you.” before walking away from the… office to address everyone. Leaving you there. Shaking, panting, well fucked for the first time in a while. Trying to pretend nothing happened.
