VARKA AND EDGINGGGGGGG IM DROOLING
YES YES YES YES YESSYEYSYEYDYEYSYES
cw; edging, teasing, afab reader, varka is SOOOO annoying and such a cocky bitch ugh
gritting your teeth to suppress a frustrated cry, you arched your hips off the bed to desperately try to get varka’s mouth back on your twitching pussy. he simply moved his jaw away from you, irritating lips twitching into a grin while he watched you writhe.
“what. uncomfortable?” your husband asks teasingly, his cheek resting on your thigh while his tongue lolls out to lick your sensitive skin. his strong arms have your thighs locked open around his head, ironclad grip keeping you from moving a single inch lest he give you permission to. before you could even get a response out, he scooted his head closer and kitten licked your clit.
electricity shooting up your spine, your back arched off the bed while your hands clutch at the sheets. chest heaving, you beg, “varka, please - i need to cum, need to so bad-“
“why. does it hurt?” varka smirks, baritone voice making your pussy leak while his tongue slips back down your folds and dances across your entrance.
your head fell back onto the pillow while your eyelids fluttered at the stimulation. “you annoying bastard, yes, so bad,” you breathed out desperately, feeling the tense muscles in your thighs start to relax as his tongue ebbed a consistent stream of pleasure into your core. you couldn’t help but loose yourself in the grandmasters tongue, moans slowly increasing in pitch and volume as your frantic brain anticipated an explosive release -
only to have varka pull away and spit directly on your clit, the sudden withdrawal making you keen. "it must not hurt that bad, seeing as you're not crying yet," he laughed, voice annoyingly hearty. he kissed your inner thigh, waiting for your pussy to stop twitching so he could keep you balanced on that brink. when it calmed down to his liking, he blew a small stream of cool air on your oversensitive sex. "plus, it's not like you'll die or anything if you don't cum. you look so pretty right now, too - can't you just let me keep you like this for a bit longer?"
your heart throbbed wildly at the tone in his voice. your husband has such a silver tongue that can talk you into nearly anything - c'mon, why not cock warm him at dinner? why not let him fuck you in the bathroom? maybe you two should get drunk and fuck behind angel's share? but fuck, you needed to come so bad... every second of stimulation lit your brain on fire and drew stupid whimpers from your swollen lips, even more so when varka fully slots his mouth onto you and pushes his tongue as deep as it can go. his nose bumping against your clit drove you up the wall and you felt a tear slip from you eye.
looking up at you, varka's bright eyes saw the tear as soon as you felt it. you could barely make out him smiling against your pussy before your eyes shut in pleasure. his tongue prodding inside you balled up that tension in your stomach so quick, but you felt a desperate sob start to grow in your chest, too. you knew that the second your moans got too pitchy, varka would pull away.
yet again, your pussy was met with cold air moments before release. your lip wobbled as varka sat up, wiping his mouth and using that same hand to wipe the tears off your cheeks. "there, there, sweet baby," the grandmaster chuckled, his daunting size above you making you dizzy as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your drooly lips. "that's all i wanted to see. love seeing my pretty girl crying," he hummed in quiet contemplation before adding with a smirk, "wanna know why?"
the sound of his belt coming undone makes your edged pussy clench around nothing. weekly, you gave a nod of your head as he lays his cock on your stomach, tip stopping right beneath your belly button. the mere weight of it on your gut made you clench yet again in anticipation.
varka's hand brushed your cheek again. "no no. use your words, baby. ask me why i like watching you cry."
swallowing thickly, you bit your lip as varka slowly ground himself against your needy hole. "wh-why?"
varka shook his head. "use a whoooooole sentence, hun, unless you think we need to go back to what we were doing before?"
you tossed your head side to side, gritting your teeth in frustration as you try to get your hazy mind to focus on your words and not the warmth of his pelvis against yours. "why do you... gods, fuck, like watching me cry?" you ask with a whimper, hips arching up to try and get him to just fucking put it in you already.
varka's smile spread in satisfaction, your obedience giving him reason to finally line up with your pretty pussy. his mushroom tip against your sobbing slit makes you whimper his name while he leans down, pressing a kiss to your drooly lips. "it means there's a problem i have to fix for you," varka says as he slowly begins to push in, holding crushing eye contact with you, "and i loooove making my pretty wife feel better. you said you needed to cum, right?"
unable to speak with how quickly varka's width filled you out, you gave a slack jawed and teary eyed nod. varka couldn't help but laugh while moving your arms to loosely hold around his neck, leaning down further to whisper in your ear,
"i'm not planning on stopping from here on out."
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