Treading Water; Birthday Wish
A/N: Hello~ So this series is not going to be written in chronological order. It's snapshots of them throughout their relationship, from whatever I'm vibing with that day. This is honestly just a way for me to still write while I'm in school; ficlets are easier to plan since they're so short and don't need a big plot. All smut ficlets will be marked and have their own warnings. I will have a masterlist up before I publish the next ficlet so it's easier to navigate. Now that that's out of the way, I hope you enjoy 💛
MDNI!!!
Warnings: Handcuffs, degradation, Sir Kink, rough sex, forced proximity?, creampie, PIV sex, multiple orgasm, squirting, unsafe sex, mean Brendon Park, after care, soft fluffy ending
Tags: @thedamnqueenofhell
“Fuck,” you moaned, thighs shaking, body slick with sweat as Brendon mercilessly led you through another orgasm.
When you had asked the surgeon what he wanted to do for his 40th birthday, you were picturing a small party, a nice dinner, or maybe even a short getaway to a warmer climate to escape the Pittsburgh winter. But he had other plans.
Which led you here, cooped up in a cabin outside of Pittsburgh. Snow and harsh winds assaulted the outside in temperatures well below freezing. While you initially wanted to complain, any apprehension left you as you took in the modern interior of the large, lakefront cabin. It had all modern appliances, heated flooring, homey decorations, and a large master bedroom accompanied by a jet bathtub. It fit both your desires: for you to be comfortable and for Brendon to be far away from anyone he deemed annoying (e.g., the majority of the population).
You had already gotten him an original artwork by a local P-burgh artist for his birthday, which he loved, and made his favorite dessert for a sweet treat. But while you were away, there was really only one thing he wanted.
“Fuck,” he groaned from his position between your legs, his breath fanning over your exposed core, “God, can you hear yourself?” he asked, referring to how loud and wet your pussy had gotten while he played with you. All you could manage in response was a whine keened from deep in your throat.
“Can’t even respond? Already too far gone?” he asked rhetorically as he nipped your inner thigh. You continued to whine, your thighs squeezing his shoulders as you went to involuntarily rub your thighs together for some relief.
“Fuck, you’re pathetic, I haven’t even properly fucked you yet,” he smirked up at you. Taking you apart and putting you back together had become his favorite pastime since your first hookup. Initially, you’d have to beg for him to be harsher with you, but once he felt how tight you got from a little bullying, a switch flipped inside him. Yes, you’d made love and felt him be gentle and take his time with you, but when it came to fucking the shark was out for blood.
“Sir, please,” you whined. You had no idea how long you’ve been at it, but you were on the edge of overstimulation, your brain had started to feel all fuzzy, and his stubble had made your inner thighs extra sensitive. If it weren’t for your degradation kink, you’d probably would have already called it, but God, you loved it when he was mean.
“Please, what?” he taunted, “Use your big girl words or Sir’s not gonna know what you need.”
Tears pooled at your waterline; you were too far gone to know if they were from frustration or overstimulation.
“Please,” you whimpered,
“Need your cock, mhm,” you whined, jolting as he absentmindedly played with your clit. God, you wished your hands weren’t secured to the headboard. All you wanted was to lace your fingers through his hair and grind against his face until you came. You shivered at the thought of the first time you sat on his face; it was the hardest you’d ever cum, at that point in time, at least. The thought of how wrecked he looked afterwards and how quickly he came made you clench around nothing. You loved it when he loosened your leash a bit and let you take the lead, but that wasn’t in the cards for tonight.
“You know that’s not how you ask, Princess.” He said, tracing your vulva. Now, actively ignoring your sensitive clit.
“Sir, please!” you begged, “Need your cock”
“God,” he groaned, “doesn’t matter how many times I try to teach you manners, you’re so fucking desperate. But then again, I guess once a slut always a slut.”
“Sir,” you panted, hot tears now actively falling down your face as you sniffled.
“Fuck, I guess it’s not your fault.” He taunted, “At least your pretty face is worth something, my own personal cum dump.”
“Sir,” you cried, trying desperately to grind upwards, despite his forearm bearing your hips down.
“Say it,” he started, “Admit you’re just a glorified cum dump and I’ll let you have my cock.”
“Fuck,” you panted, trying to focus,
“I’m a cum dump.” You moaned
“I guess you can follow directions,” he mused, “could have fooled me.”
Wordlessly, he stood up on his knees. You immediately clocked the stain of precum on the front of his boxer briefs. You’d never understand how he was able to exercise such self-control when it was obvious he was just as desperate. That thought was fleeting as his cock came into view; it was just as pretty as the rest of him. He was thick enough to feel the next day, but not so big that it would cause pain. Not that that would really matter now, considering how wet you were. It felt like he was planked above you in seconds, because of the state you were in.
“Color?” he prompted as he stroked the head of his cock between your folds.
“Gree-” you started, only to whine as the head of his cock grazed your clit,
“You need to stop?” he asked, always alert, no matter how hard he pushed you.
“No, I’m green, so fucking green, sir,” you replied, rushed. His look of concern morphed into his default smirk as he lined himself up.
“Fuck,” he moaned as he worked his way inside you, stopping as soon as he bottomed out.
“So fucking, tight,” he hissed, gripping your thighs roughly, hiking them up to his waist, and pushing forward until you let out a loud moan. He smirked down at you, knowing he had just hit that spot with the head of his cock. Without warning, he immediately pulled back almost all the way before slamming back into you. He set a brutal pace, pressing you firmly against the mattress. You could only moan and cry as he held you in place, using you as he pleased.
“Sir!” you moaned, as he panted and cursed into your ear, head tucked into the side of your neck. Your high was approaching the fastest it had all night, but it’s more intense, pleasure enveloping you whole as you cum with a scream.
“Fuck,” Brendon moaned, following you over the edge, pulling back one last time before thrusting back in hard, cumming deep within you. You both panted hard as you came down from your climaxes. Brendon shifted your weight to the side so he could stay inside you without falling on top of your spent form. He quickly undid your cuffs, easing your arms down, while inspecting your wrists. You curled into his chest as he brushed a few flyaway hairs that were stuck to your forehead before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. You sighed contentedly as you came back into your body, surrounded by the man you loved.
“Back with me, Angel?” he asked softly. You only hummed in reply.
“Baby?” he asked again,
“I’m good,” you responded, still feeling floaty, “Did I do it?”
“Yeah, baby,” he said with a soft chuckle, “Squirted all over my cock like a good girl.”
“Finally,” you sighed, it was far from the first time he tried to make you squirt.
“How are you feeling?” he asked to confirm the headspace he had already clocked you in.
“So good,” you sighed, “I think it’s the hardest I’ve ever cum.”
“Do you want to eat or bathe first?” he asked, as you let out a hum.
“Can we just stay like this for a bit?” you asked back, looking up through your eyelashes.
“Of course, whatever you need, Baby,” he responded, trying and failing to hide the fact that he’d give you anything you’d ever want in this moment, especially when you looked up at him like that. You both stayed like that until your face started to feel tight from your unwiped tears, and the sweat coating you started to get cold and uncomfortable. Brendon then continued on to pamper you as he bathed with you in the jet tub, got you water and a snack, and changed the ruined sheets. All while staying within arm's reach, knowing how you liked to cling to him after that intense of a session. Soon, you found yourself back in bed, reclined against the headboard with him to your left as he fed you bites of the key lime pie you made for his birthday, along with forcing you to drink water.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, putting the plate to the side.
“Fine,” you nodded,
“Good,” he smiled down at you, “Took a bit longer to get you back than normal.”
“Well, I’ve never cum that hard before,” you said, leaning against him. You rolled your eyes at his self-satisfied look.
“Proud of yourself?” you asked, looking up at his cocky smirk,
“There are a lot of variables, but it was easier this time because of the information I got from the past failed attempts,” he answered.
“Did you use the fucking scientific method to make me squirt?” you asked, in disbelief.
“I, well, I um- ” Brendon started before you cut him off,
“Oh my god, you actually did?!” you laughed, “God, you’re such a nerd.”
You smiled as a blush started to form on his perfect cheekbones. You only let him sit in embarrassment for a moment before pulling him in for a sweet kiss.
“You know the last step to the scientific method?” he husked after pulling back.
He smirked down at your confused face before answering in your ear, “Repetition to strengthen results.”
“B!” you shrieked a laugh after he nipped your earlobe, “I barely got through this attempt,”
“We have all week to try again,” he hushed, kissing you again,
“I love you, even if you are the world’s biggest dork,” you sighed, pulling back a touch to rest your foreheads together.
“I love you too,” he smiled, down at you.
Masterlist: here
A/N: hope you liked it 🫶 I'll hopefully have the masterlist up soon
