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oikasugayama · 3 months

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subm!ssive series: Kunikida

MDNI, sexts, established relationship, handcuffs, using him as a toy, riding, accidental no condom, Kunikida doesn't finish

you told Kunikida a few weeks ago that you want to experiment with being dominant in the bedroom, and after a long discussion of boundaries and things you’re both interested in, he agreed to be submissive for you occasionally!!

he quite enjoyed you seducing him and being bossy in the bedroom. he also liked amazon position quite a bit, but still isn’t interested in being penetrated so if you’re going to “fuck” him that’s the closest you’re getting at the moment

now you’re waiting, horny and impatient, for Kunikida to get home from work an explain what those texts were about

“Wow, I see how it is.” He chuckles. “No ‘hello,’ no ‘how was your day,’ just right into it, huh?”

“Yes-- what position do you want to try? I’ve been thinking about it all day, Doppo. I’m horny.”

He smiles almost bashfully and casually puts his hands in his pockets.

“Would you at least like to move to the bedroom first?”

You drag him unceremoniously to his room and shove him onto his bed into a sitting position, making him spread his legs so you can stand between them. He falls slightly and accidentally takes his hand out of his pocket, pulling something silver with it.

“Is that what I think it is?” you ask, staring at where he tries to hide his arm behind his back.

“In my research I came across a position--”

“--Doppo,” you say, cutting him off. You gently grab his chin with your hand and tilt his head up toward you, making him look you in the eyes. “Show me what’s behind your back.”

He gulps and tries to bite back a smile, but you can see the excited glint in his eyes. He slowly brings his arm up and lets the shiny pair of handcuffs dangle off one of his long fingers.

“Oh?” you ask with a smirk working its way onto your face. “Do you want me to tie you down, Doppo? To hold you still so I can do whatever I please with you?”

“Yes.”

“And what position do you want to be in when I handcuff you, Doppo?” you ask in a low, sultry voice.

“Handcuff my hands behind my back and make me lay on my back so it’s easier to hold me down,” he responds in a similar low voice. “Then do what you want on top of me.”

“Mmm, sounds to me like you just want to be tied up and used for my pleasure, don’t you?” You use your hold on his chin to push him backwards, making him lie down. He nods, watching you climb on top of him to straddle his hips.

“Use your words,” you tell him, beginning to unbutton his vest.

“I want to be used for your pleasure,” he admits. “I want you on top of me.”

“And do you want me to call you a good boy?” you ask as you start to slowly grind your hips down on his. “Do you want me to call you something meaner, like my little fuck toy?”

“Can I have both?” he asks politely even as his voice starts to get breathy as your movements get him hard.

“I guess that’ll depend on how well you behave, Doppo,” you coo sweetly, even as your hands finally clear his torso of his vest and shirt and slide up his chest to touch his nipples. He hisses slightly, as he always does given how sensitive his body is to your touch.

“You’ve made me wait all day, you know that?” You pinch his nipples between your fingers and roll them slightly. His face scrunches up and he sucks a breath in through his teeth.

“And now you’re not even going to let me hear you moan? You must really want to be my fuck toy because you’re sure as hell not being good.” You sit up and take your shirt off over your head, throwing it down so it covers his face. In the seconds it takes him to react and remove it, you get off his lap and shimmy out of your pants, leaving you only in your bra and panties-- a matching set of red lace.

“You look incredible,” Kunikida says softly, sitting up to get a better look at you and also slide off his shirt and vest.

“Thank you,” you purr, sauntering toward him. You lean in close, cupping the back of his head and guiding it forward to bury his face in your cleavage. He thinks he’s getting a moment to touch you as his hands start roaming your sides and back, but you only approached him so you could reach the handcuffs he left on the bed.

You push him back when he places the first kiss on your breast, and he looks shocked and confused until you grab his wrist and open the first cuff.

“You have the key for these, right?”

“Of course. It’s in my pocket.”

“Good.” You straddle his lap and reach behind him to cuff him, pressing yourself as flush against him as possible. You finally kiss him for the first time this evening and immediately search for his tongue against yours. He moans when you grind against his bulge while sucking on his tongue; he’s always weak when you suck his tongue, for some reason. He can’t explain it, and he never expected to be into it, but it’s a little move you do that turns him on so much.

Kunikida immediately struggles against the handcuffs to make sure they’re properly locked, and he gives you a silent nod when he decides they are.

“Then my toy is almost ready for me to play with. Where do I want you?” You ask yourself, looking around-- he could sit against the headboard, or lay properly in the middle of the bed, or you could put him on the padded bench at the end of the bed.

You get up and instruct him to lean against the headboard-- he does eventually, having to roll over and crawl up the bed to get there without his arms. You crawl after him in a way you hope is seductively, swaying your hips and moving slowly like a cat stalking its prey.

His eyes are locked onto you and he licks his lips. “Do you seduce all your toys like this?”

“Only the pretty ones,” you purr, kneeling on his lap once more. You know he hates having his hair loose in bed but he’s in no position to stop you with the handcuffs on. “You’re definitely my prettiest one.” He grumbles slightly but ultimately doesn’t protest when you reach behind him and slide his hair tie off of his pony tail before spreading his hair over his shoulders.

As a reward for not arguing, you decide to finally, finally touch his bulge which strains painfully against his pants. You remove his belt, open his button and zipper and guide his dick through the hole in the front of his underwear.

“Take it off,” he tries to demand, but his voice is awfully whiny now that you’re touching his hard-on.

“Ah, ah, ah,” you tsk, gliding both of your hands up and down his shaft like you’re petting it. “You’ve made me wait all day to find out what you want me to do to you, and then you gave me something vague like ‘on top of me.’ I’m gonna do what I want and you’re going to sit there like the toy that you are. Got it?” Kunikida frowns, but you rub your thumb against the slit of his tip and he moans softly, his expression softening immediately.

“Okay,” he sighs blissfully, “fine. Use me.”

“Say you’re sorry for making me wait all day.”

“Huh?”

You push your panties to the side with one hand, and he looks down with a growing hunger in his eyes.

“Say you’re sorry,” you repeat slowly, “for making me wait all day,” you dip two fingers into your pussy easily-- you’ve been soaked all fucking day-- “to know what you want to do with me.”

“I’m sorry I made you wait, princess,” he says shakily, squirming under you. You know that if his hands were free he’d make you stop touching yourself and instead use his fingers. You want to tell him not to call you princess when you’re in control, but somehow it turns you on more now than it ever has when you were under him.

As a reward, you take your wet fingers from your pussy and shove them into his mouth. With your other hand you line his cock up to your cunt and greedily sink down onto him. He moans around your fingers as he sucks them, and he tries to say something but you ignore him and drown the sound out with your own loud, sighing-moan.

“Ohh, yeah. I’ve been waiting for this all day. Don’t you understand how you tease me?” you ask, grinding against his lap, trying to bury his cock as deep as you can inside you. He mumbles around your fingers again so you finally take them out. “What?”

“No foreplay? Are you sure?”

“Oh my god,” you laugh, unintentionally clenching around him and making him moan. “Even as wet as I am and how many--” you bounce on his cock-- “times--” you bounce again-- “I’ve fucking-- said-- that you-- made-- me-- wait--” you pause and grind, rolling your head back and pushing your chest against his, “--you’re somehow still worried about me being ready to take you.”

“I just want to be sure,” he says quietly and you lean forward to kiss him.

“Oh, baby, trust me,” you say against his lips, “I’m sure.”

You return to bouncing on Kunikida’s dick, moaning loudly and freely into his face as you do. He tries to lean in to kiss you, but you keep him at arm’s length until he’s quite literally begging to get closer to you.

“[Y/N], please,” he moans. “Please let me kiss you. I need to-- ohh.”

You say nothing but use both of your hands to pull his face down into your cleavage. As you bounce your tits bounce into his face and he tries to kiss them, lick them, bury his face into them.

“Mm, Doppo,” you whine, pausing at the top of your movement so he really can bury his face in your chest. “You’re gonna fuck me, okay? I’m gonna move and tell you when to start, but you stay still, got it?”

“Yes,” he says, muffled against your skin. You swing your leg over and his cock slips out of you. He groans but watches excitedly as you turn around and kneel over him again so your ass is facing him and you’re leaned down on your elbows between his legs.

You back up and grind down against him without entering him, rubbing his wet dick between your sticky pussy lips. He struggles against his handcuffs, wanting so, so badly to get his hands on your ass, to trace that red lace or to make your skin as red as your panties, but he can’t and it drives him fucking nuts. (He knows he could get out of these cuffs easily if he tried, but he’s the one who wanted to try this, so he’ll be damned if he squanders this opportunity.)

Finally, when he thinks he can’t take it any more, you reach down between your legs and sink down onto his cock again.

“Okay, Doppo,” you say over your shoulder. “Fuck me.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. He plants his feet on the bed to give him leverage, and he starts thrusting up into you hard enough to shake the bed and send it knocking against the wall with every movement. He fucks you exactly as you tell him to, slowing down sometimes, speeding up, thrusting harder or shallower. He grunts through it, and as he sinks lower due to his movements you crawl forward, not letting him get unaligned with your needy cunt.

Finally you feel your orgasm prickling at the edges of your senses. You slide a hand between your legs and messily rub your clit with two fingers, letting the sensitive nub work your orgasm tighter and tighter in your core.

“Doppo,” you moan, starting to press back to meet his thrusts. “I’m getting close. Make me cum. You have to,” you babble. “You can’t stop until you do.”

“Whatever you say, princess,” he huffs, takes a moment to adjust his position, and then thrusts his hips up as rapidly and deeply as he can, hitting the best spots inside you as his thick cock drags from your entrance all the way to the back of your pussy.

You can only handle it for another minute or so before you’re cumming, bucking your hips down and grinding against him. You’re shouting his name, burying your face into the bedding to muffle it, though he wishes you wouldn’t.

The way your pussy flutters and squeezes around him would usually send him over the edge as well, but he panics once he realizes he isn’t wearing a condom-- which he normally always does, and he tries his hardest to distract himself enough to prevent his own orgasm. He’s successful, though he’s also pissed at himself for forgetting.

You lazily roll off of him, making his still-hard cock slip out of you, working one final whine from you and a breathy moan from him.

“I’d like to keep going,” he says. “I need a condom first.”

You turn to look at him, glancing down at his wet-shiny dick.

“You didn’t cum?”

“I didn’t have a condom,” he says desperately. “We agreed we would always use them.”

“Well,” you sigh, rubbing your cheek against his bed as you get comfortable. “It’s a good thing I’m not done with you yet.”

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