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h-c-u · 9 months

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Breaking the Billionaire

Summary: Being in control can be exhausting.

Pairing: sub!Toto Wolff x soft!femdom!reader

W/C: 5.2k

Rating: +18, dom/sub, size difference, anal sex, pegging, overstimulation, aftercare.

A/N: Toto gets pegged. And there is over 1k words spent on aftercare. I don't know what else to say... It's like... 5AM, so please have that in mind...

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As soon as you caught Toto's gaze right after the race, you knew what he needed this evening. He didn't have to ask, and you didn't have to reply, but you still smiled and nodded to confirm your unspoken agreement. Before anything could happen though, he had to attend the trophy ceremony, and give a few interviews, which you honestly didn't mind, because it gave you a chance to watch him from the sides with the knowledge that your mere presence in the corner of his eye was enough to give him peace and comfort.

When he was done with everything, he walked almost sheepishly to you, placed a long, soft kiss on the top of your head, and let himself be pulled into your arms. He buried his face in the nook of your neck (even though the angle of him leaning down so much wasn't exactly comfortable) and inhaled deeply, momentarily flooding his every sense with you. You gently ran your hand over his back and with the other, you cupped the back of his neck. One of the Mercedes media people just took a picture of this moment, but it was a conversation for later because you knew Toto wasn't in the right mind space to discuss anything like that.

- Let's go... - you whispered quietly, and he nodded. Even though he straightened his posture, he didn't let you go; his arm staying wrapped securely around your waist.

Today was one of the rare days when you were the one behind the wheel, and yet you were focusing more on the person next to you, than on savoring this moment. The ride back to the hotel was quiet, and when you stopped at the red light, you rested your hand on Toto’s thigh, wordlessly letting him know you were there for him, no matter what.

As soon as you closed the door to your hotel room and made sure it was locked, Toto dropped to his knees in front of you; his bag, phone, and keys landing on the floor, while he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his face against your abdomen. You instantly saw the change in his posture, and you couldn't help but smile, appreciating the depth of trust he had in you. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, softly scratching his scalp and in response, he let out a sound that could be only classified as a purr.

- Get ready... - you whispered as you leaned down to place a gentle kiss on the top of his head, and yet he didn't stand up right away. Instead, his hands traveled from your waist down your legs until they reached your shoes. He unlaced them and took them off for you with an almost blank expression on his face, but that was to be changed. - Up. - you said in a more authoritative tone, and this time he immediately stood up. Despite the fact he was towering over you, his demeanor and posture made it feel like he was the one who was smaller. – Undress. Leave just the shirt. - your voice was quiet, yet it was far from weak. His hands immediately went to his belt, but you were not watching. Instead, you went to your suitcase and took out an unnecessarily complicated leather harness, a toy you both chose a few months ago and a small bottle of lube, which you placed on the bed. When you turned around, the only thing he was wearing was the shirt you asked him to leave, the first two buttons permanently open.

- Undress me. - you said with a soft smile, but there was a slight warning in your voice because even though he enjoyed ripping your clothes off, this time was different. This time if his moves became too rapid, or if his fingers lingered too long in places they shouldn’t - there would be consequences.

Without saying a word, he got closer, and with a subtle uncertainty in his moves, he started slowly unbuttoning your shirt. His big, long fingers struggled with tiny buttons for a short moment, but eventually, all of them came undone. Without breaking eye contact, he slid both hands under the material on your shoulders and slowly removed the blouse from your body. When he tried to reach for the clasp of your bra, you stopped him and directed his hands lower; you'd rather have your breasts safely tucked in and secured for what would happen next.

He undid the string on the back of your skirt and loosened the lacing holding it in place, allowing it to fall to the ground. Carefully not to break the delicate material, he slid his fingers under the band of the tights and moved them down, gently caressing the skin of your thighs, but no longer than necessary. He had to kneel again to take them off completely, and when he did, his face was right in front of your clothed core; so close that he was able to feel the heat radiating from there. He looked at you with a question in his eyes, and when you nodded once, he slowly slid down your panties as well, leaving your pussy bare. You could see that he very obviously swallowed, salivating at the mere thought of your taste.

- Harness. - the tone of your voice stopped his thoughts from galloping, but he still needed a moment to process your request. Eventually, he took the harness and the toy from the bed. First, he secured the dildo to the front of the gear because it was much easier to do when no one was wearing it. When it was done, he lowered the contraption and let you step into it. Because he was still kneeling in front of you when the harness was in place, the toy was right in his face, and you noticed that he swallowed again while eying the familiar shape. He tightened the straps on your hips, and then he moved to the ones around your thighs. With one hand he reached between your legs to grab the longer strap, and when he was bringing it forward, he let his thumb graze between your folds, letting the touch linger. When you let out a quiet "Tsk, tsk, tsk...", he instantly went back to secure the harness. It's not like you didn't like him touching you there, but today you didn't give him permission to do so. The other strap was tightened around your thigh without any more surprises or misbehaviors.

Toto looked up at you with an unasked question in his eyes, but you didn't say anything. Instead, you gently cupped his cheek and ran your thumb over it. He closed his eyes and leaned almost forcefully into your hand as if he was a dying man and only your touch could save him... You let him relish in that sensation for a moment, while your hand slowly traveled into his hair, where you grabbed a fistful of it and harshly yanked his head, pulling him back to reality. His jaw was loose enough for his lips and teeth to slightly part, making it possible for you to thrust your hips forward and pull his head by the hair at the same time, burying the toy deep in his throat in one swift move.

He had no time to prepare, but out of instinct, muscle memory, or some other ungodly reason, he was still able to relax enough for the dildo to cross the barrier and slide down completely until his nose was tightly pressed against your abdomen. Because it happened so quickly, his brain didn't get the chance to catch up and he tried to sharply inhale, which only made him choke and gag. He tried to move away, but you just tightened your grip on his hair and held him steady until his eyes started watering and his shoulders were convulsing in a desperate attempt to retreat. He still didn't tap your thigh three times, so you knew you could do even more. Only when his face was red, his cheeks soaked with tears and the drool was dripping from his chin and seeping into his shirt, you yanked him back, allowing him to catch his breath for a few seconds. His frenzied gasps were louder than thunder in the dead quiet of the bedroom, but the stoic calmness in his eyes told you everything you needed to know...

By now you knew him and his body well enough to recognize what he could and more importantly couldn't handle. That's why you didn't even hesitate before pulling him onto the toy again. This time he was more prepared, and even though his face could still be used as a flag of a certain communist country, he had no issues with the brutal pace you set, only letting out a few gurgling noises then the dildo bruised the back of his throat.

It wasn't long before his shoulders relaxed and his eyes closed again, dwelling in that comfort of not having to do anything and just letting himself be used. He gave up control of his movements not even pretending to struggle when you harshly guided his head; he gave up control over his breath every time you buried the silicon cock so deep it burned his esophagus; he gave up control over his mind, allowing you to engulf him in the reality of your creation. A reality, where he didn't have to make any decisions and his existence, was dictated by your whim.

As soon as you saw how pliant he became under your touch, you held his head pressed against your abdomen again, but this time he didn't choke or gag... He stayed still, slowly breathing through his nose even when you finally let go of his hair. You couldn't help but gently smile at the sight of his lips wrapped tightly around the toy’s girth, not even a millimeter of silicon seeing the light of day. His mouth was pressed tightly against the harness, and you could feel his saliva rubbing off on your bare skin around there. His eyelashes were stuck together with tears, but there was no longer any trace of wetness on his cheeks. The crimson on his face summoned by the rough beginning was also gone, and now he just sat calm and content at your feet.

- Good boy... - you said quietly, running your hand through his hair, gently scratching his scalp. You could see his glossed eyes light up almost immediately when the words left your mouth, as he looked at you with pure adoration.

You retreated your hips, and the toy left his lips with a quiet "plop", and when it did, he loudly swallowed the excess saliva in his mouth, but didn't even bother to wipe the wetness around it. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head, a complete contrast to the rough fucking his throat just received.

- Bed. Knees together on the floor, chest on the mattress. - you whispered, still keeping your lips lightly pressed against his hair, but as soon as you straightened your back, he moved into the position you requested, not even bothering to stand up. His shirt rode up exposing his ass and already hard, leaking cock that was currently pressed against the side of the bed. For the moment he put his hands under his head, patiently waiting for your next move, and he didn't have to wait long. You opened the bottle of lube that you retrieved earlier, squeezed a generous portion onto the silicone dildo, and made sure every inch was covered. Next, you let a big drop fall in between Toto’s cheeks. He tensed for a second in reaction to the cold substance on his skin, but he relaxed again almost immediately.

With a tight grip on the toy, you guided its tip to thoroughly spread the lubricant around his entrance, gently pressing a little bit deeper from time to time, until he started subconsciously pushing his hips backward urging you to continue. Instead of giving into his needs, you retreated for a moment and went around the bed to get one of the pillows.

- Hips up. - he did as you asked, and you slipped the pillow under his abdomen, propping his pelvis higher, so it would be easier for you to stimulate his prostate with every thrust. What you didn't plan on was his cock being trapped in between the pillow and his abdomen, but you left it there, so Toto could get even more stimulation. The new angle also meant that his knees were off the floor, reducing the risk of carpet burn.

With one hand you gripped his hip and with the other, you pressed the silicon tip to his entrance. You didn't even have to tell him to relax, because he was already docile, just laying there already expecting what was about to come.

At first, you pushed gently, letting only the tip breach into his body. You even gave him a moment to adjust, though he didn't look like he needed it... You couldn't help but admire the way his back arched in this position, with his ass high up in the air, while his torso laid flat on the mattress and his cheek was pressed against the sheets as he looked back at you. You gave him a reassuring smile and finally, you snapped your hips forward, shoving in the whole toy in one quick move. He clenched his jaw in response to the burning sensation of his muscles being so suddenly stretched. The lube helped a lot and allowed you to slide completely in with no resistance. He wasn't prepped to accommodate such girth without any discomfort, but not even a few seconds passed, and his face relaxed again; you knew from experience that he could handle much, much more.

You leaned over his relaxed body and placed your hands on his waist over his Mercedes-branded shirt, which shifted your weight there, essentially pinning him to the mattress. If he tried, he could free himself from under you, but you both knew he wouldn't. Especially when you slowly moved your hips back, and the tip of the silicone cock dragged against his prostate, drawing a quiet whimper from his mouth, and his hips tried to chase that feeling.

A quiet chuckle left your mouth at the sight of how desperate he already was, but you didn't want to torture him any longer, so you thrusted forward, and Toto’s quiet whimper morphed into a deep, loud moan. You angled your hips even more down to make sure he would get as much pleasure from this experience as possible. With another thrust, you could see his eyes rolling back into his skull, and with the next, his lips didn't even close... When he was in this state, he was extremely responsive, letting go of all the inhibitions, and filters, and trusting you with his vulnerability completely.

When you increased the tempo, his eyebrows furrowed and the loud moans shifted into a continuous one, changing the tone in the rhythm of your moves. His hands gripped the sheets with such strength that his knuckles turned white. He tried to push his hips, to meet yours in the middle, but he was torn between that and thrusting down to stimulate his cock which was currently trapped between his own body and the pillow. So instead, he ended up flailing aimlessly trying to get both at the same time, but ending only railing himself up even more, because as soon as the pleasure on the one side started to overwhelm him, he moved away from it, chasing the same sensation in a different place.

For a moment it was amusing... Such a strong, powerful, and intelligent man was reduced to his basic instincts, not even able to focus for long enough to properly cum... Utterly helpless because of a fake cock pistoning in and out of him with force it made the bed shake. His face twisted by desperation and torment... He was a perfect mess; a masterpiece of your doing and as much as you wanted to admire it for eternity, you didn't want to torture him.

- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shhhhh... - you cooed at him, slowing down for a moment in an attempt to calm him down. He let out a disappointed groan and tried to buck his hips against yours, but that didn't work, because the toy was already buried fully inside him. - Stop that. - that was enough for him to go limp. - I'm going to use that tight little hole of yours now because you can't even be trusted with your own pleasure, is that right...? - your condescending words didn't match the loving and caring tone at all, but he didn't care. He just nodded enthusiastically, unable to form any words. - And you will take it, like a good boy I know you can be... Am I correct...? - he nodded again, and you could see the tears starting to form in his eyes. - Don't. Move. - you growled and tightly gripped the material on the back of his Mercedes-branded shirt with both hands and yanked him back and up, so you had leverage to pull him harder and deeper onto your strap.

You set a brutal pace from the beginning, focusing solely on Toto's orgasm. Your arms quickly grew tired and started to ache from manhandling his weight, but you pushed through it because you knew it would be worth it. His desirous moans, whines, and whimpers were creating a beautiful opera, and there were moments in which you could have sworn all the sounds he was making were overlapping on top of each other in perfect harmony, accompanied by the loud, rhythmic, squelching noises created by your every thrust. The tears were streaming down his cheeks, but you could see that he was almost on the edge of falling apart... You leaned down a bit more, moved one of your hands, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and yanked his head back. That slight but sudden pain was enough to finally push him into the arms of release.

With a scream mixed with a sob, he came, spilling his seed all over the pillow, sheets, and his own stomach, before you released your grip on him and let his body fall onto the mattress. You gave him a moment to catch a breath and admired wave after wave of orgasm rippling through his body, making him twitch and spasm uncontrollably. The toy remained nestled right against his prostate, keeping a light but constant pressure on it.

His breathing was still quick and shallow when you moved inside him again, drawing a hopeless, pained groan from his mouth when you dragged the dildo slowly out and back inside of him... And then again... And again... Until he was sobbing and biting down on the sheets from the overstimulation; all of his muscles tensing and relaxing rapidly, stretching the material of the shirt almost to its breaking point.

You didn't stop when he begged you to; you didn't stop when he tried to climb onto the bed and away from you; you didn't stop when his cries went silent and all he could do was lay there and take it, while uncontrollable spasms ravaged his body and tears were streaming down his cheeks... You only stopped when a barely noticeable blissed-out smile showed up on his face.

You released the hard grip you had on his hips from when he tried to get away and gently massaged the spots you dug your fingers into, the red marks already forming on the skin there. When Toto's breathing calmed down, you slowly moved your hips away from his, allowing the strap to slip out of his hole with a hollow "pop", as his body twitched one more time. With one hand gently rubbing his lower back, you removed the cum soaked pillow from under his hips, allowing his back to rest in a more comfortable position, because as much as you loved the way his spine arched during moments of deepest pleasure, it wasn't exactly the most relaxing pose.

He started to shift slightly, which you recognized as him trying to stand up, but you just put more pressure on his back, keeping him in place.

- Shh, shh, shhhhh... I've got you, honey... Just lay here for a moment longer, ok...? - you whispered, and when he nodded, you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

Still in the harness, you went to the bathroom and started a scorching hot bath with hotel-provided bath salt that smelled vaguely like the lily of the valley. While the bathtub was filling up, you went to the kitchen area and retrieved a trash bag from under the sink before coming back to the bedroom.

- Can you try to stand up for me, love...? - your voice was quiet but steady because you knew when Toto was in that state, loud noises and harsh lights were sometimes too much. He nodded slowly and pushed himself up on the mattress, but he lost his balance and his knees hit the floor. - It's ok, it's all right... - you smiled gently. - Is it ok if I touch you...? - you were sure it was, but you still asked, slowly presenting a concept of choice back to him, and when he nodded you slid under his arm and helped him stand up. His legs were still shaking, but with your support, he was able to move. - Let's go to the bathroom... - you rubbed your hand over his back to ground him back a little bit more in reality.

The room was already filled with steam and a light flowery scent, and the only light was coming from a small lamp fixed to the mirror, so it was pleasantly dim inside.

You slowly guided Toto to the bathtub and sat him down on the edge. You quickly opened the buttons of his shirt and slid it off him, softly tracing your fingers over the indents that were left by the stitches in the material. He turned around on his own and placed his feet in the hot water without making even the slightest sound indicating that it was too hot. Before you left, you placed a quick kiss on his shoulder, and for a short moment, he leaned his head against yours.

- I will be right back, I promise. - you whispered and pressed one more kiss to his skin and you went back to the bedroom, where at the speed of light you stripped the bed and put everything that was stained either with lube or body fluids into the trash bag and picked up the phone to call the front desk.

- Hello, we had a little accident in our room. Could we request a full change of bedding? Some of the sheets and the pillow are stained with red wine. I've already placed them in a trash bag, so it will be easier to handle. I am more than fine with being charged for cleaning or even replacing them... - you said, and when the concierge confirmed the room number you added. - We will be in the bath because of, you know... the wine... - you chuckled, and he mirrored the sound and asked another question. - Oh, yes, that would be amazing. Will our clothes be cleaned by tomorrow? Perfect thank you so much. Yes, just charge it to the room... - you caught Toto's gaze from the bathroom; a weak smile was present on his face. You blinked slowly, wordlessly letting him know that you love him. - 5 minutes, thank you again. You too... - you disconnected the call. - Just a moment longer, honey... - you quickly grabbed your shirt, skirt, and Toto's pants and put them in a separate bag. Next, you went to the kitchen, where you re-opened the bottle of wine you drank with yesterday's dinner and spilled a generous portion into both bags.

The whole ordeal took you less than two minutes, after which you closed the bathroom door behind you and finally unbuckled the straps of your harness. You put the whole contraption in the bathroom sink to clean later. You also got rid of your bra, which left you completely naked when you wrapped your arms around Toto's torso and pressed your cheek to his neck for a moment.

- Is it ok if I wash you or would you rather do that yourself? - you asked quietly, presenting him with another choice.

- It's ok... You can... - his low, deep voice was almost gone from all the screaming and crying. - I love you... - he added when you came into the bathtub, reached for the soap, and sat in front of him.

- I love you too... - you smiled and placed a soft kiss on his knee before you started softly soaping up his feet, calves, and eventually thighs, being extremely careful around his oversensitive cock. - Can you please try to stand up for me...? - you requested and without saying a word, he complied. - Thank you... - there was a very quiet beep coming from the other side of the bathroom door, indicating that the hotel staff got here and was about to change the bedding. You seriously doubted that your lie would hold up, but it's not like you could just say "Sorry, I fucked my partner so hard I've ruined your bedding. Would you be so kind and replace it?". - Turn around, Love... - you gently washed the back of his thighs and around his used hole, at the same time making sure that there weren’t any tears. When you ran your fingers around the sensitive muscles, he flinched, but since everything looked ok, you retreated not wanting to cause him any additional discomfort. You sat on the edge of the bathtub again. - You can sit down now... In the water, please... - he followed your instructions without questions, as he nestled in between your legs, resting his head on your stomach.

With your foot, you reached for the faucet and stopped the water from flowing, because the bathtub was already full. Before you continued washing him, you buried your face in his hair for a moment and inhaled his scent deeply, which was your own, small way of grounding yourself back in reality. There was a quiet rustling coming from the bedroom, but you paid no attention to it, focusing on finishing your task. You washed his shoulders, arms, forearms, and hands and then you moved to chest and back.

- Dive. - you asked when you put back the soap and reached for the shampoo, while Toto submerged under water completely and stayed there for over a minute. You knew it was his way of resetting himself, and as much as it freaked you out in the beginning, by now you were used to it, and you knew he could last without a breath longer than an average person. You also knew that he would emerge back when his mind was in the right place, so you just let him stew under the surface, where all of his senses were muted.

And eventually, he came back up, wiping the excess water from his face and hair.

- Are you all right? - you asked when he leaned back and rested his head on your stomach again, this time with closed eyes. His body was much more relaxed; he even draped his arm over your knee.

- I am... Thank you. - he said quietly, struggling to push every word through his vocal cords. - It was exactly what I needed... - he added and rubbed the back of his head against your skin, searching for any form of reassurance that you were there.

- Do you want to address anything...? - you asked while opening the bottle with shampoo. There was no longer a need for you to ask him about everything because he was back to his regular self. He took a moment to think about it as you were soaping up his hair.

- I really liked when you held me in place when I tried to get away, forcing me to take more... - he finally replied and rubbed the skin on your knee with his thumb. You couldn't help but chuckle as you ran your nails over his head, gently scratching the skin there.

- I need to hit the gym more then... Because my muscles will be sore as fuck tomorrow. - you continued massaging his scalp and he leaned back again. - Was anything too much?

- It was perfect... - even without seeing his full face, you could tell he was smiling. - Did you...?

- No, but I didn't need to today... Seeing you fall apart because of me was more than enough. - it could have been awkward and yet it wasn’t because you knew your turn will come soon enough, and that he will fuck you so hard you'll forget every word besides "please".

- Are you sure? - he looked up at you and you couldn't help but laugh quietly, as you wiped the excess of foam from his forehead.

- Yes, love, I am sure. And I really appreciate that you asked. - you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the place you just liberated from the residual shampoo. - Dive. - this time he spent only a few seconds under water to rinse his hair. - All good? - you asked when he emerged.

- All good... - he replied, his voice still weak. - Your turn. - he smiled, quickly turned around just enough to wrap his arm around your waist, and swiftly pulled you in front of him, making the water splash everywhere as you both laughed.

When you were both finally clean and dry, the hotel staff was long gone, and the bed was freshly made. You felt a little bit bad for how you treated some of the things, but mostly you were just tired, so you didn't even try to protest when Toto pulled you closer and tightly wrapped his arms around you, as well as hooking his leg over yours, essentially trapping you in the cage made entirely from his limbs, which was exactly what you needed after an evening like that.

- You were amazing today... Thank you for taking such good care of me... - he whispered, and you were able to only hum in the response. Just enough to acknowledge his words, because you were too exhausted to disagree, dismiss or even agree with what he was saying.

Despite the fact that the texture of the sheets, all the scents, and the bed placement were unfamiliar, you didn't have trouble falling asleep, because the most important thing, Toto, stayed constant, providing you with the same level of support and comfort wherever in the world you were.

He stayed awake much longer than you, still wired after the experience you gave him, but he didn't let you go even for a second, allowing himself to be completely mesmerized by the familiar sound of your slow, quiet breathing.

A/N 2: Please don’t feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :) Love, G.

#my writing #Toto Wolff fanfiction #Toto Wolff smut #Toto Wolff x reader #🔥#🧸#🥪#📏#🔨#🏴

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ciccerone · 7 months

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Harley Quinn by 𝖔𝖝𝖈𝖔𝖝𝖆 ✨

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januscorner · 2 months

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Fuck Matt Mullenweg Stimboard

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grogart · 2 months

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I've got some art on Cohost and Bluesky if you wanna see it.

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draculaforce · 3 months

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stares directly into your eyes

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light-lanterne · 11 months

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This story follows the general concept of @foodiewithdahoodie's cannibal Will / serial killer Mike AU, the likes of which is vaguely inspired by 'Bones and All' and other cannibal and vampire media. It’s important to note that this story is rated Mature and gets quite descriptive and dark, so please be mindful when reading. For context, this happens after S2, with Will finally free of the Mind Flayer and things returning to normal… except Will didn't return quite "right", and now has an insatiable hunger he can't quench with normal food. CW: cannibalism, murder and violence. - - - - - - - - - - - - - ☽ - - - - - - - - - - - - - 𐕣 read on ao3 (tba) || support me on ko-fi! 𐕣 @foodiewithdahoodie's posts: i - ii - iii - iv - tag 𐕣 @fluffyfangirl's incredible art: ♡ - - - - - - - - - - - - - ☽ - - - - - - - - - - - - -

This wasn’t supposed to happen, was the first coherent thought Will had since he abruptly left class earlier, thoughts fuzzy and limbs heavy after wandering the empty hallways of Hawkins Middle School in a daze for what felt like hours. He vaguely remembered someone calling his name, followed by some snickers and the louder voice of Mrs. Grabowski trying to catch his attention as he exited the classroom, not a word spoken to justify his sudden departure.

Of course, it was weird, and one would think that considering the circumstances someone would’ve said something or even chased after him. But no, no one followed him and why would they? No one in that classroom was his friend. After all, he was Will Byers, the quiet kid that had never really fit in and, more recently, the boy that had gone missing and had mysteriously come back to life. The weirdo. The freak. Zombie Boy. An abomination, someone who’d been acting strange for a while and was finally back to school for the first time in a week. Unwelcomed. Unwanted. Unknown.

Different.

Will was different and everyone had been able to tell for a long time, except his oddity now extended far beyond what his classmates, teachers, friends and family could ever imagine and he himself found it hard to understand what was happening to him.

All he knew was that ever since he was freed from the Mind Flayer’s possession, things had been strange.

He first became aware of it when he woke up in the hospital, Chief Hopper somehow managing to convince his mom to take him there to spend the rest of the week recovering. And it made sense, to a degree, for his possession hadn’t been too different from a terrible flu and he really needed all the help he could get to recover.

But the second he woke up he could tell something was wrong. He could tell something was not quite right the second he noticed his own eyes lingering as a nurse walked by the door with blood bags in hand, stomach rumbling with a vengeance at the sight. Naturally, this then prompted the nurses to fetch him something to eat, and Will was immediately invaded with memories of one of his last “meals”, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he remembered the snacks he’d eaten all those days ago, in Mike’s basement during Halloween night. Back when everything was normal and he was still just himself, the son of Joyce Byers and brother of Jonathan; friend of Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, the new girl Max Mayfield, and Mike Wheeler. He could almost savour the cheesy Doritos and sweet Kit-Kats; the fizzy Fanta and the delicious Reese’s snacks Mike had collected and slipped into his candy bag all throughout the night.

A stark contrast to what he’d been given to eat then, by the nurses.

And hospital food was never supposed to taste good, he knew this, but it was at the very least supposed to be filling and it’d been weird to find out just how empty he still felt even after what was objectively a rather full meal. Not even three jellies had been enough to quench his hunger and the nurses believed it to be a side effect of his week-long illness, their reassuring words directed at his mom moreso than him because it was clear she was beyond concerned.

But Will had known better. Even if he hadn’t had a name for it then, and even if he still couldn’t grasp the reality of the situation, he knew that wasn’t the reason behind his insatiable hunger.

It wasn’t hard to figure it out, to be completely fair. The dreams… the nightmares he’d been having were enough to clue him into the severity of his condition, visions of death and murder a clear indicator that something was terribly wrong with him. Pictures of himself hunched over, feasting on the rotten corpse of the sweet Barbara Holland something that would haunt even the strongest of men. He looked… Animalistic. Desperate. Hungry.

(He’d been hungry as he bit into Barbara’s side, once the Demogorgon was gone and his starving twelve-year-old self was able to eat something for the first time in days.)

It was… wrong. He was wrong. An error. A mistake, just like his dad had always said he was, except his depravity was now far darker than anything anyone could’ve foretold. Flawed. Messed up. Fucked up. So very fucked up.

And at first, it had repulsed him. Humans were not supposed to dream about killing and eating other people, and the fact that Will was having these confusing fantasies was enough to scare him into not wanting to eat any meat for the rest of his time in the hospital, his refusal a constant point of contention between himself, his mom and the nurses. ‘You need to eat if you want to go home,’ they’d tell him, and he’d shake his head with vehemence and bury himself under the covers until they agreed to let him have more soup instead. He’d find excuses and lies to tell Jonathan whenever their mother sent him in to try to convince Will of giving up his fight.

But he couldn’t lie to himself for much longer, not when the hunger was so strong, and not when the nightmares became a part of his daily life. When the yearning for blood became the only thing he was able to think about the whole day, eyes trailing over the translucent skin of those around him in the search for blue veins, fingers twitching to wrap themselves around frail necks and press until life vacated its vessel… Not when his mouth salivated at the idea of ripping skin open and snapping people’s bones to expose what laid within, and certainly not when his heart picked up speed whenever the desire to sink teeth into supple flesh and bite and tear and feed popped back up in the forefront of his mind.

Will was not a liar by nature, and each passing day he found it harder and harder to deny that whoever his mom, Jonathan and Nancy had rescued was not the Will they’d known. They’d gone into the cabin searching to get rid of the parasitic entity that had invaded him, and had left with something that was not entirely human. Not fully. Not anymore.

It was sad. He should be sad. Life had thrown him nothing but punches ever since he had memory, and this felt like the biggest middle finger the universe could have possibly ever given him. It wasn’t enough to send him into another dimension full of nothing but fear and agony, a monster constantly hunting for him for some reason and his home —the place he was supposed to feel safe at— suddenly a maze of horror and desperation. It wasn’t enough to let him listen to his loved ones search for him relentlessly, their pain everything he could hear as he hid from the horrors, their voices a constant reminder of the love and life he was sure he’d lose for there was no way they could reach him in that purgatory. It wasn’t enough to bring his misery back a year later, his body becoming host to the very creature that was behind everything that had happened to him since that horrible night in November when he was only twelve, his mind slowly slipping away into oblivion as everyone he loved succumbed to his treason.

No, that hadn’t been enough. Now he was cursed and tainted and was infested with something from Hell itself and he had no way of escaping it. This terrible emptiness that now riddled his twisted soul was a constant reminder of everything bad that had ever happened to him, and he should be angry at the way fate kept mocking and taunting him at every waking moment.

He should be annoyed. Pissed. Enraged.

And he was, at least for a bit. Bitter, that was. But he stopped caring as soon as he realised something. Found something. And it wasn’t anything he thought he’d ever have, but the fact that he did was enough to ease his pain and loneliness and transform them into something much better. Much purer.

Mike’s acceptance.

Granted, he hadn’t necessarily been searching for it and he was still in absolute disbelief that Mike had even found out about it in the first place, but it was a fact that Mike was okay with… whatever this was, and Will wasn’t going to pretend that it wasn’t the best feeling in the world to know that Mike still thought of Will as a friend, despite what he knew. That Mike still saw him as someone worthy of his affection and care, despite Will’s new… nature.

It’d happened a few days earlier, on Will’s first day out of the hospital and back home. The rest of the Party wasn’t there, for everyone thought it’d be better to let him readapt slowly, but Mike had always been stubborn and Will’s mom had found it really hard to send him away the moment he showed up in their front door with an armful of snacks and the entirety of the Star Wars film saga shoved into his backpack, right under Mike’s sleeping bag and pajamas. Will’s mom had always had a soft spot for Mike, after all, and it wasn’t like Mike hadn’t been of huge help during the entire Mind Flayer ordeal, so he’d definitely earned his way into spending the night over.

For the first few hours, things were normal, their favourite movie playing as they whispered useless gossip to one another in between chips like they’d always done. Then everything got awkward for a few minutes, when Luke lost his hand on screen and Mike interpreted Will’s sudden tension as fear, as opposed to overbearing hunger and desire; excusing himself to the bathroom in order to try and regain some semblance of composure, Will then spent a good ten minutes staring into his reflection, eyes dark and hands jittery as he imagined himself consuming the flesh off of someone, anyone’s bony hand. After what felt like forever, he was able to return to the living room and it wasn’t easy to convince Mike that everything was okay, but eventually Will managed and they finished the rest of their marathon in peace.

And that’s when things changed. When Will couldn’t control his urges any further.

In retrospect, there was no way he could've held back, no matter how hard he tried. It hadn’t been a conscious decision, for him to grab Mike’s finger after the lovable idiot cut himself with the edge of their Cocoa Puffs box, Mike’s skin always so soft and delicate that the thin cardboard was enough to cause him such an injury. It hadn’t been a conscious decision, for him to bring the slender finger close to his lips, the motion not too different from what they both did to each other as kids whenever they got hurt, except this time Will wasn’t planning on giving the injury a little peck. It hadn’t been a conscious decision, for him to open his mouth and slowly, tenderly, lap at the small cut with his tongue not unlike a cat cleaning itself, the fact that he’d just grabbed Mike’s hand to taste his blood only registering in his mind well over a minute after he was done savouring the delicious, forbidden crimson nectar that he’d been craving all week.

All he knew was that one moment he was looking at Mike as he got a small paper cut, and the next moment he was blurting out apologies and excuses for what he’d just done, his ranting interrupted only by the way Mike wrapped his secure, grounding arms around Will’s torso, pulling him impossibly close and whispering sweet nothings into his ear, not stopping until he was convinced that Will had calmed down.

He told Mike everything after that. The nightmares, his odd yearnings, his fears. Exposed at last, all laid out for Mike to judge and repudiate him for and to a degree, he wished Mike would’ve told him it was wrong. That he was a monster, a freak, and that they needed to find a way to get Will’s destructive thoughts to end before he ended up hurting someone. That they needed to go to his mom’s room and get her to gather the troops, get a hold of doctor Owens so he could figure things out, something.

Everything would’ve been better if Mike had rejected him. It was the moral thing to do, and Will considered himself a good enough person to recognise this.

If Mike had told him this was wrong, Will would’ve clung to everything he’d ever learned about good and evil, would’ve tried harder to get better, would’ve tried to be satiated with normal food. He would’ve done everything in his power to reject that with which he’d been left behind by the Upside Down, would’ve listened attentively to anything the shady government doctors told him to do… Hell, he would have even prayed every night until he could confidently say that he was over that weird phase of his life and everything was behind him, the fact that his soul had been corrupted for way longer than his strange appetite nothing in comparison to the things he wished he could do to Mike now that he’d tasted his sweet alluring blood.

Mike should’ve told him off. If he had, this wouldn’t be happening.

But he hadn’t and now Will didn’t care that it was wrong. He didn’t care that his desires made him a monster, and he didn’t care that his instincts had taken a hold of him and he’d let go of control the second Troy cornered him in the empty hallway.

Why would he care, anyway? Mike had told him it was okay, that he should do whatever felt right at any moment because it was his body requesting what it needed to recover. The world had already failed them all one too many times, anyway, so it wasn’t wrong for him to take something back, right? At least that’s what Mike had reasoned with him, once he was sure Will finally accepted that he didn’t mind just how weird things had gotten, his eyes warm as he reassured Will into accepting his new needs. His new self. Crooked and perverted. Savage and insatiable. Ready to devour anyone that crossed his path, an emerging predator in a world so full of prey no one would miss a few people.

And sure, part of Will still wished Mike had dissuaded his disturbing thoughts because now it was impossible to muffle them once they took a hold of his soul. Now it was impossible to keep the freak on a leash.

Hence his current conundrum.

But it didn’t matter. What was done, was done and for what it was worth, Will had enjoyed it. Granted, he couldn’t remember all the details of what’d happened, but he knew enough to put the missing pieces together: he’d been aimlessly wandering the halls in a trance, wound up in the closed-for-renovation section of the school, and Troy had tried to mess with him. So, Will had naturally lunged at him and tore his throat open with teeth and nails, blood sputtering out from the carotid and straight into Will’s greedy mouth as they both fell to the floor and Will found enough grip to shred a piece of some muscle apart, nearly choking at the mouthful for he was seemingly too delirious to chew slowly or wait before taking another bite. And then another. And another.

Because that’s what he did now, apparently. It’s what his inner beast demanded and Mike had told him to listen to it, so Will was just doing what he was told and frankly, he should’ve never questioned Mike’s judgement. Mike had always been smart, after all, so Will couldn’t understand why he was so surprised at the fact that following his advice could end up in something that felt so… fulfilling. Ecstatic. It was like watching his favourite film or eating Reese’s Pieces for the first time again, opening Christmas presents or winning a D&D campaign. It felt great, the thrill of each bite bringing him to a new level of euphoria he’d never experienced and he wasn’t sure how he’d ever lived without this. Wasn’t sure how he’d ever go back to an existence without this bliss. And cognitively he knew that this was the Mind Flayer’s fault, and that a month ago he never would’ve wanted or needed to do this.

But now he did, and he couldn’t find it in himself to feel guilty about how good it felt, the pit in his stomach gone for the first time in a week, and his hunger quelled at last. His new self was satisfied, the amalgamation of Will Byers and the being from the Upside Down finally synchronised and united in harmony, and a dopey smile adorning his features as he showered in the rapture of his new awakening.

Even in his floaty state, however, he could tell when someone approached. It was as though he had reached enlightenment, now that his innards were filled to the brim with warm blood and flesh, and he was now suddenly hyperaware of every little movement in his inner and outer world. And of course, he was satisfied with the meal he’d just had —or else he would’ve kept eating until nothing was left behind—, but the idea of eating some more didn’t sound too displeasing. In fact, now that the thought had crossed his mind he found himself… eager. Defiant. It was irrational and dangerous, but he really wished that whoever was coming stumbled across him and what he’d done, if only to get the excuse to hurt and kill and feast again.

He wanted it. Craved it. He’d always been curious and now he really wanted to know if all humans tasted the same or if there were subtle differences and he knew it wasn’t him thinking about these things, it was the beast that now lived within him. But they were now one and the same and Will was ready to let that side of himself take control and paint the walls in beautiful patterns of red as he ripped into someone’s skin once more; ready to let himself fill his stomach with someone else until there was no more room and he felt sick.

Alas, he didn’t get the chance to kill again. Not because he didn’t want to, for he couldn’t ignore that a part of him was really desperate to enact such violence upon his unexpected visitor, but because he couldn’t. Not to him, not after everything they’d been through together and after the promises they’d made.

He owed it to Mike to try to at least be a little normal around him and, perhaps more importantly, maybe not kill him.

“Will?” Mike asked, eyes wide open as he stepped through a plastic sheet someone had put in place to protect the rest of the hallway from dust and now blood. His hair was wild, ruffled by wind as if he’d been running, and it didn’t take a genius to understand that Mike had probably been searching for him, rumours quick to spread across school even if it’d only been about fifteen minutes since he left and everyone was supposed to still be in class.

Mike looked… pretty. With his pink cheeks and parted red lips, sparkly eyes and tender round cheeks. Poking from under his soft sweater, Mike’s slim neck seemed to beckon to Will, the bare skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat in a way that was really hard to ignore, the angle at which Mike had tilted his head exposing the delicious dips and cliffs of muscle and vessels that Will was buzzing with excitement to take into his mouth and destroy. It was hard to ignore it, the urge, but just like the beast had taken control of him, Will knew he could control it back if need be.

So he did. He stood up slowly and didn’t lunge at Mike as he spoke, words slurred like every time he ate a lot and needed a nap.

“I was hungry,” was all he could say, sheepish as the realisation that he’d just succumbed to his twisted desires dawned on him for the first time. The horrors he’d shared with Mike… The nightmares he’d been trying to avoid… It all felt like a self-fulfilling prophecy of sorts, one he didn’t even try to fight back and couldn’t be bothered to feel bad about.

All he could feel was shame and fear. Shame that someone he cared so much for saw him like that, covered in Troy Walsh’s blood with a potentially mad look in his eyes, and fear that Mike’s promises had been empty and, now that he saw the extent of Will’s insanity, he left him alone.

Once again, however, Will was reminded of the fact that he should never doubt Mike. “I can see that,” his friend scoffed once he was free of his shock, his eyes scanning the scene with apparent disinterest right before setting on Will, warmth inundating them as if he’d just seen a puppy or a beautiful sunrise and Will could almost cry at the realisation that yes, Mike would honour his promise to be by Will’s side as they explored this new side of his and no, he wouldn’t leave him alone.

Despite knowing each other for eight years, Mike Wheeler continued to impress him every single day.

“Sorry; I know it’s a mess,” Will shot back, tentative smile on his lips as he, unreasonably, kept expecting things to go South. After all, he was Will Byers and his luck was never the best. No one should blame him for expecting the worst.

This time, however, his concern was completely unnecessary. “Don’t worry, we can fix it,” Mike simply said, and that was all it took for Will’s smile to become sincere. Smiling back as if they’d just shared a private joke, Mike approached and poked his arm, gentle eyes searching for his as he asked his next question. “Do you feel any better?” He said, and Will could only nod because he was still not sure of how much Mike would want to hear about his little escapade.

“I think it’s what I was missing.”

Mike beamed at his words, clearly happy to see Will recovering his health at long last even if the price was an unconventional one and it took all of Will’s willpower not to jump him and bite into the folds of his smile. “Good,” Mike giggled, then looked around at the small, plastic-wrapped alcove Will had chosen to commit his horrible crime and nodded to himself. “We should get started now. You up for it?” Will nodded again, his smile faltering slightly as he heard what Mike had to say next. “Great! I’m going to need your help; I can’t carry his corpse by myself.”

Right, about that…

“He’s still alive,” Will declared, a frown now between his eyebrows because despite all the damage he’d caused to Troy’s neck and shoulder, the asshole was still very much breathing and —perhaps more importantly— awake.

Awake and with wide eyes, terror clear in his pupils as he desperately tried to yell, say something, make a singular noise. But he couldn’t, not after what Will had done to his throat, not after his larynx was nearly ripped out of his body at the crux of Will’s frenzy, voice box reduced to a mangled mess that Will had only left behind because of how tendony and unpleasant that area had felt when he bit into it, the swelling his failed bite had caused somehow managing to slow down the haemorrhage so much that Troy was still holding on for dear life, a whole five minutes after the original attack.

It was… odd, to see someone so loud and obnoxious like Troy suddenly reduced to a quivering mess, unable to move out of fear of bleeding out and unable to make a sound as if Will had designed his attack to render him powerless in retribution for the years of abuse the entire Party had endured at the hands of his current victim when, in reality, Will had only attacked in blind hunger. Now that Troy was laying in a pool of his own blood, however, Will couldn’t help the perverse satisfaction that took over his brain as he realised that he’d done it: he’d fulfilled his years-long desire to get back at Troy for everything he’d done and no matter how this all ended, it was a fact that the bully would never, ever, touch any of his friends again.

It was deliciously twisted, and the grumble in Will’s stomach was enough indication that such trail of thoughts was reawakening the side of his that would never stop being hungry, the idea of depriving Troy of the arms and hands he’d used to harm them for years almost loud enough to obfuscate Mike’s voice.

Almost.

Like a bee to honey, he could never fully ignore Mike Wheeler, his soft voice doing little to hide the darkness in his words and perhaps that was the reason Will was able to ignore his renewed appetite for a few more seconds.

“Not for long,” Mike mumbled, dark eyes fixed on the writhing shape that laid on the floor in front of them. Noticing he had Will’s entire attention on him, Mike forced a smile and dismissively gestured towards Troy’s body. “Tell me when you’re ready to go,” he said and, when Will only nodded again, he continued speaking. “Good. Give me a second.”

And with that, putting on a gym-class jacket atop his outfit and clenching his hand around the handle of a hammer Will hadn’t noticed he’d grabbed, the sweet, adorable-looking Mike Wheeler he’d known his whole life rose his arm with determination and, after a beat, swung the hammer right into Troy’s head, the mute boy letting out a weak breath in lieu of a scream for Will had already deprived him of the chance to let his death be known to the world. When that didn’t kill him, Mike swung the hammer again. And again. Over and over until Troy’s face became unrecognisable mush, whatever skull structure he’d ever had being reduced to nothing but bone splinters and blood. They could easily leave the body there and no one would ever be able to tell who it belonged to at that point, the viciousness with which his friend turned their once-bully into a pulp something Will had never expected to witness from someone as gentle and kind-hearted as Mike.

It was a brutal attack, one that Will’s dark self very much enjoyed watching, and the satisfaction of knowing that he wasn’t the only messed up one in their friend group was something he’d have to process once they were back home playing with their Atari and stuffing their cheeks full of popcorn.

For now, however, he smiled, watching Mike’s handiwork as his beloved best friend finally let go of the hammer and sank to the floor in exhaustion, a good three metres away from their mess in order to keep his pants and shoes in pristine condition because of course he was smart enough to keep his own clothes clean from the incriminating blood. Eyeing the rise and fall of Mike’s chest as he fought to catch his breath to say something, Will decided this was as good of a time as any to mention the fact that, for some reason, he was once again in desperate need of a snack.

“Actually, I’m already hungry again,” Will spoke, his voice seemingly snapping Mike out of some trance, dark pupils dilated in what Will could only imagine was a mirror reflection of his own. When Mike arched an eyebrow in mild disbelief, Will could only shrug and smirk teasingly. “The less weight we have to carry the better, right?” He asked, and his words made Mike roll his eyes in faux annoyance.

“Just don’t overeat. You know it makes you feel sick for like a week.”

Will chuckled at that, kneeling next to Troy’s incredibly bloody corpse and grabbing one of his hands with both of his, mouth filling with saliva as plans to strip both arms down to the bone formulated in his very sick, very wretched brain. To be entirely honest, Will wasn’t sure he was capable of overeating anymore, the fact that he could probably eat Troy’s entire corpse in a day something he’d be sure to share with Mike later, when they were safe and he was done eating.

Before he took a bite, however, he was mindful enough to shoot his best friend a wide smile and a message. “Thanks, Mike,” he said, then clarified what he meant once he noticed the other’s confusion. “For having my back.”

Mike scoffed, removing the bloodied jacket from his slender body as he light-heartedly replied with two simple words.

“Crazy together.”

The callback had Will smiling from ear to ear.

“Crazy together,” he said, then let go of his conscious mind as his animal side took over and sunk his teeth into the still warm flesh of his and Mike’s first victim.

And it didn’t make much sense, and he might’ve very well imagined it in his delusional state, but as Will fed he glanced up at Mike a couple times and he could almost swear that he saw Mike’s pupils dilate again as a powerful emotion, one Will had seen a few times in the past, took over his expression. And irrational, feral and insane as he was, he was pretty certain that he’d gotten it wrong but, if Will didn’t know any better, he’d almost think Mike was jealous he wasn’t the one being eaten, torn apart and consumed by Will. Wasn’t the one eliciting such sounds of happiness and delight from him, the sweet taste of human flesh satisfying his body’s new needs and desires.

And despite being certain about the fact that he’d imagined such a reaction, Will couldn’t help but to scoff.

He’d only tasted a droplet of his blood, but Will knew for a fact that Mike was by far the most delicious person in the entirety of Hawkins; one he’d very much like to devour bit by bit, savouring every bite as he reached even higher levels of bliss he knew he’d never be able to imagine, the promise of eternal happiness something he’d only achieve the day he gave into his strongest temptation and gave Mike what he apparently desired.

Mike had no reason to be jealous at all.

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my stance on 88 is we should not forget that this is the same city where nancy kerrigan got tonya harding'd. i'll say no more

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Happy geologist day🤠

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Tom is in his “Dad” era.

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Seems the accounts got knocked out for a bit! Don’t you worry. We’re right back on schedule~

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Consequences and conversations

Summary: Maverick is a brat who bratted too close to the sun and now has to deal with the aftermath, and this includes a dash of pegging in the beginning and a serious adult conversation in the end.

Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x fem!reader

W/C: 2.2k

Rating: +18, pegging, usage of gags, dom/sub, bondage, smut, aftercare, and a splash of dirty talk

TWs: Mentions of regular bodily fluids that are present during adult encounters

A/N: I've intended for it to be set a bit closer to TGM, but honestly, it can also be read as a younger Mav :)

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- Awwww… My sweet boy thought that he could earn me with money…? Like I'm some sort of a cheap whore….? - your voice was soft, and your lips curved in a gentle smile, in complete contrast to the words that were coming out of them. - Buy me like I'm a prostitute waving at the cars from under street lights…? Tsk, tsk, tsk… - you continued to patronize the men who looked so delicious with a red rubber ball in between his teeth, drool slowly starting to pool in the corners of his mouth. He looked obscene, spread out on a bed… So desperate for your touch that he was almost vibrating. - So old, yet so stupid and naive… I guess some boys never learn… - you grinned, your finger slowly tracking a trail that was left by a bead of sweat. It started right in the middle of his chest, continued down, and you tracked it till the end, right below his navel, where it disappeared in his happy trail.

It was fun to watch him squirm and arch his back, pushing himself into your touch, however delicate it was. He was also violently shaking his head, trying to deny the words that hung in the air…

- No….? No, you weren't trying to buy me…? - Pete continued to shake his head and you smiled… - Or no, you're not stupid, and naive….? - this time he nodded joyously, trying to do his best to be a good boy and that made you smile even more. In every other area of your life, he was the one more in control, but here, in the quiet of your own bedroom… It was a totally different conversation. Here, this usually confident, cocky, and put-together man, was your sweet boy who didn't know what was best for him - Or no, not all boys never learn…? You think you can learn…? - you asked, and Mav looked at you with a silent plea in his beautiful green eyes. - Awww… You are so adorable, I could just eat you up. - you smiled and licked his abdomen, feeling his muscles turn into stone under your tongue. After that, you gently blew on the wet trail you just left and observed how the goosebumps started forming on his skin.

- Do you think we've waited enough…? - you looked him in the eyes, mocking his enthusiastic nods just a bit, by repeating them with a patronizing expression. - Yeah…? Now, will my sweet boy learn that patience is indeed a virtue…? And that waiting is more than recommended…? - he continued nodding as if his life depended on it, and you finally slowly moved you hips back, allowing the textured dildo to drag along that sweet spot inside him, which made him moan loudly through the gag. - Goooood… - you observed the expressions on his face changing from desperation to pure bliss, to desperation again. You were moving slow enough to tease him beyond what he thought he could handle, and yet you proved him wrong, slowly entering him again and dragging all the bumps along his walls, but this time he did his best not to make a sound, even though a small whimper escaped from behind the gag. - Gooooood… You're learning… - you dragged the vowel while you were exiting him again… - Are you going to be a good boy…? - you asked and Pete almost choked on his own saliva, nodding his head with such passion, that he almost hit it on the headboard. - Don't disappoint me, love… - you reached back with your left hand and undid the leather cuff that was holding one of his ankles in place, and he immediately hooked it behind you, pulling you closer.

He was so adorably clingy and you knew that not being able to touch you, to worship every inch of your body was torture for him. But you didn't undo any of the other cuffs… Instead, you reached behind his head and undid a clasp that was holding the gag in place. - Remember what you've learned today… - you whispered, running your fingers through his hair, unsticking them from his drenched-in-sweat forehead.

- Yes, ma'am… - even when he whispered, you could hear how raspy his voice got as the effect of what you did to him and you would lie if you said that you didn't love it. You loved to mark him in any way you could, and the thought of him struggling just a little bit to talk tomorrow. Not much, but enough for him to not forget about what you did to him... Perfection...

You gently nudged his nose with your own, while bending one of your legs and putting you weight more on your feet and knee now; to keep a better balance, while you slowly moved once more, feeling how desperately Mav tried to pull you in harder and deeper into himself.

- Tsk, tsk, tsk… - you put your hand on his thigh and squeezed it hard enough for your nails to leave a mark, but not hard enough to pierce the skin.

- Please… - he whimpered so sweetly on the exhale, and if you were just a few inches further away, you wouldn't be sure if you actually heard the words, but you did…

- Please what…? - you asked, stopping for a moment, giving him time to collect his thoughts.

- Please, harder… - all the confidence that filled him during the day was now completely gone and he struggled to even look up.

- Harder….? - you repeated his words and smiled. - I guess you've made up for the previous transgressions… - you added and not letting go of his thigh, you grabbed the headboard with your right hand for more leverage and rammed into him with all your force, squeezing a loud moan from his lungs… And then another, and another… With each thrust, you pulled yourself harder toward the headboard; he didn't even have to pull you into him with his leg because it was simply impossible for you to get any deeper.

You lowered your head and placed a hungry kiss on his lips, almost like you tried to suck all air out of his lungs. You drank every moan, every gasp, every whimper directly from his mouth, moving quicker and quicker. You also changed the angle just a little bit, so your soft abdomen rubbed against his hard-on, giving him even more stimulation.

It was hard not to be impressed with how long he actually lasted; you knew he will try to prove to you, that indeed, he learned today's lesson; that patience is important. But this… This was a surprise because he was actively denying himself an orgasm, without you explicitly telling him to do so. You could tell he didn't have much of that self-control left in him though.

You bit his lip, dug your nails into his hip even harder, pulling him even stronger onto your strap, and that was enough to push him over the edge.

You felt the warm wetness spilling over your abdomen, but that was the least of your focus… You slowed down but didn't stop completely, now gently swaying in and out, and watching his face with intensity.

You let him ride his orgasm to the fullest, but that still wasn't enough, and as soon as you noticed, that he was coming down from that high, you picked up the tempo again, dragging out his pleasure as much as you possibly could, letting soft whines escape from his lips and drinking them up as soon as they did. You allowed the panic to slowly set in his eyes when he realized, that you weren't stopping yet, that he didn't have the means to stop you or push you from him, and that he was completely at your mercy. And even though he felt as if a live electric current was running through his body, he was completely fine with that, and even more - he welcomed it with opened arms and allowed himself to be lost in another orgasm, his muscles tensing, and his back in a perfect arch.

Only now you were satisfied and slowly slipped out of him.

While he was still on cloud nine, you undid your harness, freeing yourself, and you also undid the rest of the cuffs that were holding him almost flush against your bed, but you weren't able to do anything more to take care of him for now, because both of his legs were hooked behind you and held you with a force you could just not compete with.

- Mav, honey… - a low grunt escaped from his chest. - Let me go… - you requested because you wanted to get a warm, wet towel to clean both of you up.

- Never… - he laughed, reaching for you and pulled you into his arms, so you were laying in front of him, trapped in a prison made from his limbs, with his head in a nook of your neck. He inhaled your scent deeply as if he wanted to get high on it. Eyes still closed, he listened to your breath, now much slower than just a minute ago. Your heart on the other hand - still racing, and he was able to feel it under your skin with his cheek.

You relaxed in his arms, allowing him to come down from that rush of endorphins. However, his regular breathing against your skin and the radiating heat from his body calmed you enough that you started to doze off, completely content with your life.

A warm, gentle, and soft material moving slowly against your stomach woke you up, and at first, you were a little bit confused, but as soon as you opened your eyes, you realized what was happening. Mav tried to clean you up in your sleep and you smiled, catching his soft gaze.

- Thank you for tonight… - he said softly, leaned, and stole a soft kiss from your lips, only to come back to cleaning you with a soft washcloth.

- You're welcome… - you stretched and yawned… - What time it is…? - a question you could have easily answered yourself by looking at the clock on the nightstand, but you just loved when he did things for you, even as small as that one. You knew it must have been either extremely late, or extremely early because the only source of light was the moon, peeking through the skylight.

- Around 2… - he knew exactly what you were doing, but he didn't mind, on the contrary… - And I'm sorry for before… It was a huge decision much too quickly… - he moved from washing your abdomen, to gently cleaning your left thigh.

- Oh, I don't care about that… - you replied quickly, and he shot you a surprised look. - I mean… We already live together, we're engaged, we're each other's emergency contacts and all that, so merging our finances was a natural step in the correct direction. - his hands slowly moved to your calf, not only cleaning it but massaging the muscles gently. - What I do care about, is that you've made that decision by yourself, without even talking to me. - he lowered his gaze sheepishly. - It made me feel like you didn't care about my opinion and that you thought I didn't have enough to bring to the table, so you didn't even bother discussing it. - you explained, while he was still taking care of your legs. Logically you knew he didn't mean it like that, but that didn't change the fact how he made you feel; his actions hurt you. - For goodness sake, Pete… you didn't even tell me, I found out from the mail. - you added, throwing your head back. Only now you noticed that he changed the bedding and hid all the… additional gear while you slept and that made you smile just a little.

- I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention… I just… want to share my life with you in every possible way. - he explained, gently putting your leg back on the bed and moving to the second one. - But it was wrong of me to act as if it was a one-sided decision. - he added, recognizing where he made a mistake; he will definitely be more careful with that in the future. - I care deeply about what you think and what I did came from ignorance, not maliciousness. - he finished washing your leg and placed a gentle kiss on your right ankle, but when he started to slowly climb higher with his kisses, you stopped him with your other leg. Gods, that man definitely had stamina. - But… - he wanted to protest, but you laughed gently.

- I'm still high on dopamine… I'm good, trust me… You did amazing today. - simple praise, but it came a long way, especially paired with a kiss that you pulled him into, a damp washcloth now completely forgotten somewhere on the floor. This time you were the one wrapping your arms and leg around him, absorbing his body heat; he was your personal aviator-radiator and you loved it because you just couldn't sleep when it was cold. - Fuck, I love you so much… - you whispered with your eyes closed, while he pulled a duvet over both of you and brushed away the hair from your face. In the soft light of the moon, you looked even more beautiful and he wanted to remember that for the rest of his days, so he studied it carefully.

- I love you too… - he finally replied and gently kissed your forehead, but you were already asleep in his arms.

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