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plotsignificanthaircut555 · 20 days

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Heatwave

Hiromi Higuruma x Reader SMUT, 18+ only, MDNI ao3

The power is out in your apartment, a record heatwave has been raging for three days. You're hot, you're exhausted, you're miserable. Your husband has the perfect plan to help you sleep.

This was inspired by the other night when my power went out and I was miserable sweating in bed and wasn’t the nicest to my partner, sorry baby, I love you. Thanks for understanding. <3 enjoy y’all.

It was hot. Too fucking hot. Skin meltingly hot. Brain boiling-ly hot. The heatwave had been going on for two days already, and previously it had been a nuisance that you could escape from in the chill of your air conditioned apartment. But this evening the power went out, plunging the small two bedroom into not only darkness, but slowly rising heat that was now becoming unbearable.

It was past midnight, the window in your and Hiromi’s bedroom was open, allowing some air to circulate, but did next to nothing to mitigate the heat. You couldn’t sleep if you wanted to, you had kicked off the covers, leaving your body exposed, you had forgone pajamas and desperately craved the icy blow of your bedroom fan, sitting impotently at your bedside. Your husband, Hiromi, was asleep next to you, or you assumed he was asleep. He hadn’t been moving, he was turned on his side, facing away from you. He too, had opted to sleep naked, the heat bothering him just as much. You were so envious of him right now, all you wanted to do was sleep. You had to work in a few hours, and you knew the longer you were up sweating, the more irritable you would be tomorrow. You huffed in frustration, feeling angry tears stinging your eyes. You just wanted to sleep.

“Still awake?” Hiromi’s sleep-thickened voice erased the silence of the bedroom.

“Yes.” You hissed miserably, turning your head to face him as he rolled over to lay on his other side toward you.

The covers were bunched around his legs, one of his long legs above the comforter, one tucked underneath. He was sweating too, his tan skin glistening in the faint moonbeams that streaked through the bedroom window. He looked like he was shimmering, small droplets of sweat peppering every inch of him. You looked at his sleepy eyes, focused closely on you in the dark. His heart ached seeing your brows furrowed and your frowning lips. His large, wiry hand touched your cheek lightly, his fingertips cool against your skin. For once his poor circulation was coming in handy.

“My love…” his tone was apologetic, as though he had turned off the power himself, and imposed this misery upon you.

Hiromi’s cold fingers felt so nice against your flushed cheek, a moan slipped through your lips, coaxing a smile from him. He trailed his fingertips down your cheek bone and across your lips, the feverish heat of your body soon robbing his fingers of their chill. You once again were too hot and too sweaty, altogether too uncomfortable to sleep.

You sat up frustrated, burying your head in your hands, finishing your hair wet with sweat. Hiromi sat up scooted closer to you, he wanted desperately to hold you, cuddle you back to sleep and help you rest. But he knew touching you would only make you both hotter so he opted to rest against one of his arms and watch you closely.

“Maybe I should just get in the shower, it’ll cool me off for a little while.” You mumbled into your knees, already dreading the idea of showing in the pitch dark of your bathroom.

You had no window in the bathroom so even the moonlight couldn’t penetrate that darkness. You weren’t afraid of the dark, no one liked the dark. Especially not being naked and vulnerable in the dark. This sparked an idea in Higuruma’s mind. He slipped out of bed, standing to his full height, and sliding on his discarded boxer shorts from the previous day. He crossed around the bed and kissed your forehead.

“One second.” His voice was giddy with excitement as he padded through the dark into the kitchen.

You could hear the opening and shutting of the refrigerator, some cupboards, followed by the sound of Hiromi giggling to himself. How he could manage to be so happy while you were so miserable, you had no idea, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be upset with him. He was usually so serious, so sullen and focused all the time from overwork and his own battle with depression. Whatever he was up to was clearly bringing out the smiley and excitable man you had fallen in love with.

“Close your eyes,” his voice came from the otherside of the bedroom door, you obliged.

You felt him approach you, feeling the energy of his body closing in on yours. You couldn’t fight the smile on your lips as he stopped in front of you, you wanted to reach out and hold onto his hips in anticipation. But before you could move, you felt something against your mouth, gloriously cold, so perfectly, soothingly numbing that you gasped. Your eyes snapped open to see Higuruma kneeling before you, a bowl of ice resting next to him. He was sliding one ice cube against your bottom lip, cool water dripping down your chin as it melted.

“Oh Hiro…” you mewled out, grateful tears picking at your eyes, full and wet looking at him with so much love.

“Let me help you cool down, love. Lay back,” he leaned over you, standing again, encouraging you to lie on your back.

You let your back hit the sheets, already feeling some relief from the ice cube he slid down your neck. Goosebumps appeared in their wake, he was hypnotized by watching you change. Watching the ice melt so quickly against your burning skin, watching you release the tension that had been building since the heatwave began. Once the cube in his hand had melted completely, he splayed his icy, wet fingers on your stomach, opting to get the next cube with his mouth, using you for support to lean down. Grabbing the ice between his teeth he started lower this time, dragging it up your shin, water dripping down your calf muscle as he did. Contented moans slipped from your lips as you watched him. Your hands found his hair, expressing your gratitude with your nails against his scalp.

“Hiromi,” you cooed down to him, “ thank you, thank you.”

He was feeling pretty pleased with himself, pulling such beautiful praises from you with his little improvisation. The ice in his mouth was near melting and he sucked it in quickly, cooling his mouth, and kissed the juncture of your hip and your leg. Your hips twitched up barely at the chilled contact, but he noticed.

Higuruma wished he could say this was an entirely selfless pursuit, but the heat wasn’t the only thing keeping him awake tonight, he had roused himself near an hour ago now sporting a massive erection that hadn’t left him since. It had been too hot to fuck the last two nights and he was desperate for you. You were too, but tonight’s frustration had driven you mad before you had time to consider sex.

This time he held one cube in his mouth, and another in between his fingers. His hand held the cube to your lips, which you quickly began sucking at, suddenly noticing your dehydration. Proud of how well you could read his mind, he chuckled to himself, ice still in his mouth and leaned over you. He was kneeling between your legs, body caging you into the bed, as he dipped his head down to your collarbone, sliding the ice against the bone, and up your neck. Your satisfied sounds grew shaky, feeling a whole new form of stimuli. His fingers pushed the ice between your lips, then followed closely into the cavern of your mouth. You wrapped your lips around his middle and index fingers, sliding your tongue along where surface tension held the melted line of water.

He trailed the ice cube in his mouth down, between your breasts, marveling at how quickly your nipples erected themselves. His free hand wrapped around your right breast and he brought the ice across to circle the mound itself. You whimpered around his fingers. Hiromi smiled like a cat. He was so painfully hard, but not even his own pleasure could tempt him away from you right now. You sounded so beautiful under his touch, gasping as he added new ice, tongue slurping around his fingers, your back arching off the mattress as he circled your nipples.

“They’re melting right off of you, faster than I can replace.” He noted, catching your eye from his place between your breasts, “are you feeling cooler?”

You nodded helplessly, he looked so delicious to you like this. Mouth dripping, eyes blown out, his strong nose, his sharp features, his inky hair messy from your tugging.

He couldn’t help himself, he slithered back up to your face, kissing you desperately. Higuruma had always been an excellent kisser, but there were times like tonight where his passion was overwhelming. He kissed you like he was trying to spill all the love trapped in his chest directly into your open mouth. His tongue was like a creature of its own, exploring every texture of your mouth like he was studying you. The ice had cooled his mouth, yours too, so the kiss was creating its own hurricane. Chilled saliva mixing with hot, panting breaths.

You reached down, trying to reach the waistband of his boxers and slide them away, but his torso was so long you were coming up short. You grasped fruitlessly between your bodies, whimpering against his kisses.

“Off, baby, off, please. I need you.” You crooned against his lips, arching your chest into his own, your hands grabbing at his back.

You needed him so bad. He had already helped you so much, but he had fogged your mind completely. You weren’t sure how long you two had been playing his little ice game, but you were sure that it was enough time to have your pussy pulsating in desire. Hiromi chuckled at your pained pleas.

“You need some help, baby?” He slid his tongue against yours again so you couldn’t answer, “you need me to take care of you, is that it?”

You hated (loved) when he got cocky like this. Clearly so happy with himself for finding the solution to your ailments, you were sure that if the lights were on you could see him beaming with pride. You nodded again, hoping he wouldn’t do exactly what he did next.

“Say it.”

“Hiiiiiro…please it’s too hot…please.”

“Not until you say it.” He continued his kisses against your chin and neck, your body starting to heat itself again.

“Hiromi please, I need it so bad. I need you so bad. Please help me, Hiro.” You folded.

You rarely asked for help, in your marriage, in your personal life, at work. The phrase help me existed very rarely in your life, and you liked it that way. You were a capable woman, you didn’t like having to rely on anyone else. Even Higuruma, especially Higuruma. You loved him, and you did need him, but you hated admitting it. You hated the idea that one day the help you required from him would be too much, and he would resent you. But he loved it. He needed you to lean on him, he craved being needed by you. Times where you had fallen sick, and he had been able to wait on you hand and foot were some of his favorites. Obviously he hated when you were uncomfortable, but you so rarely asked anything of him. He wanted so badly to be there to help you. And here it was, a perfect opportunity for him to do just that, and he had. And he had heard you ask him, really ask him, for help. He nearly came untouched right then.

Hiromi quickly shed his underpants and kissed you again, deep and hard, his teeth clinking yours as he could no longer restrain himself. Your hands flew to his neck, pulling him closer to you. You hooked your legs up over his hips and released him for a moment so he could align himself at your core. His dark eyes met yours and you thought his pupils had turned to little hearts as he sheathed himself inside of you.

Everything about Hiromi Higuruma was long. His hands, his fingers, his legs, his nose, his body, and his cock was no exception. It seemed to go on forever as he penetrated you, pushing against your cervix and angling upwards to kiss the spot inside of you that sent stars into your vision. He let out a low howl, his eyes rolling back in his head, hands bruising your hips as he bottomed out.

“Fuck…” he cursed against the skin of your neck.

You whined, turning your head to the side and allowing him more access to your neck, you loved the feeling of his mouth kissing and biting you. The skin of your neck so sensitive, his teeth just barely scraping against the thin, taught skin. He pulled your thigh higher up on his hip, holding it back and allowing him to thrust deeper into you. The sounds of his balls slapping against your ass blended so perfectly with his low, throaty groans, and your choppy whimpers. His body shuddered as your walls clenched around him.

“Baby I’ll cum if you do that, stop.” His voice broke as he moved himself up into his hands, hips jerking into you uncontrollably.

“I want you to cum,” you moved your hands up his torso and chest, then up to his neck, you mewled against him once more, arching off the bed again, “cum inside me, Hiro. Please baby. You feel so good.”

He did, he filled you so completely, he always had, he knew exactly what you needed. He moved one of his hands to yours, bringing it to his mouth and kissing your fingers, regaining control over his thrusts and his breath. His other hand moved over your knee on his hip and down your thigh, bringing his thumb to your throbbing clitoris. You let out a shaky squeal, your jaw dropping in surprise.

“Then you’ll cum too.” He circled your clit perfectly, knowing your body maybe even better than you did.

Hiromi was an excellent, generous lover. He wanted to make you cum again and again before he did. In usual circumstances he would have pulled your orgasm from you with his fingers, then again with his tongue, then once more alongside him as he fucked you. But this was not a usual circumstance, his sweat dripped down his nose, your velvet walls felt so perfect around him, as though you were crafted just for him. Maybe you were? Maybe you and he were created just for one another, to please and love one another forever.

Your eyes fluttered closed as his efforts had your orgasm quickly approaching. Your hands gripped at his back and shoulders, loving the feeling of his lean muscle under your trembling fingers. The only thing leaving your lips was his name chanted over and over again. He could stop his hips from punishing your cervix more and more, his own voice croaking and moaning intelligibly.

“Baby please…I…oh fuck.” Hiromi was teetering on the edge of climax.

“I know. Me too. I love you.” You brought your hand to his face guiding it down to press your foreheads together.

His thrust became slower and more direct toward your g spot, his thumb continuing to rub your clit, your orgasm bubbling up inside of you.

“Kiss me.” Your voice was barely audible, but Hiromi connected your lips instantly.

That was the perfect, final push you both needed to climax together. He pumped twice more, deep inside of you, you could feel the stream of cum painting your insides. He could feel you fluttering around him. You kept your lips connected, panting into each other’s mouths. He stayed inside of you, making sure to keep his cum as deep as he could. The intimacy of being engulfed by you, and you being filled to the brim with him, bodies as close as two people can be, sweat and spit and cum combining together, it had you delirious.

“I love you.” You both breathed out, giggling afterwards at your moment of synchronization.

You clenched up around him once again as he pulled out.

“You tease” he shook his head before moving to lay next to you, catching his breath.

You lay side by side panting together, the endorphins flooding both of your bodies, slowly fading, and the heat returning to your bedroom. You reached over to hold his hand, turning to face him. He looked up at the ceiling, eyes closed, his hooked nose angled up, mouth open. He was playing the evening back in his mind, luxuriating in the warmth of your love and the celebration of that love that you two shared. He intertwined his fingers with yours and turned to face you, his eyes softening as soon as they locked with yours. He took in a breath to profess his love to you once more, but cutting him off the lights suddenly came back on. The whirring of your air conditioner started again, and your bedroom fan began humming. You both smiled in awe. Already feeling the change in the air of your bedroom, you sighed happily, snuggling into Hiromi’s side. He quickly wrapped his arms around you and pulled the comforter over the pair of you.

“One of us has to get up and turn the lights off, you realize.” He kissed your forehead.

You groaned before peeling yourself from his side and starting to migrate to the wall switch. He pulled you back down by your arm making you bounce against the mattress.

“Oh stop, you know you’re not doing it.” He rolled his eyes and stood, his long legs needing only a few strides before he could flip the switch and darken the room again.

You were completely spoiled by him. You were so lucky to be with him, to be loved by him. He had gone so far out of his way tonight to help you feel comfortable. Hiromi slipped back into bed next to you, pulling you back into his embrace, burying his face in your neck.

“I love you, Hiromi.” You kissed his temple. “Thank you.”

“I love you too.” He kissed your cheek, you felt your eyes start to droop as cool air finally curl over your body.

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chernozemm · 4 months

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If you haven’t had the pleasure of reading @voluptatiscausa s fic A Guarantee and Not a Promise, let me force your hand a bit ;)

Just one of the amazing scenes, were I to illustrate everything I liked, I might as well have animated the damn thing 💕

And of course, the full version here

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #nsft #a guarantee and not a promise #temperature play #divinity kink #myart

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transmate · 4 months

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i don't want someone scantily wrapped in ribbons under a christmas tree. no, that's such an overdone gift. i'd much rather handpick someone and bring them into my home to use as an offering for the winter solstice, undressing them in front of the hearth. telling them that if they're a good offering, i'll keep them and light a candle to drip on their shivering chest and thighs once a day for 12 days. assuring them they'll stay warm and safe if they keep my house and my cock even warmer. and all the while i'll adorn their skin with pretty white lace and hungry red bites...

#confidently posting now that its after xmas #blasphemy kink #gender neutral nsft #ftm nsft #ftm dom #ftm sub #t4t nsft #hierophilia #queer nsft #temperature play #wax play #trans nsft #alpha speaking.

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tumbleweed-run · 7 months

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Payback

Kinktober 2023 Temperature Play

“Shit.” You cursed nearly crawling backwards up the bed.

Gale chuckled even as he clamped his knees around your hips to keep you in place. He kept up his work, trailing a rapidly melting chunk of ice around one of your nipples. Slowly, he worked it towards the other nipple, a cool rivet of water trailing down your stomach. You squirmed, not really to get away but rather an unconscious reaction.

Gale was sitting across your hips and thighs, knees pressed into your hips to keep you in place. Your hands were gripping his thighs so tightly you knew he’d probably bruise, but Gale wasn’t complaining. He swirled the chunk around your other nipple, already hard, not touching it just yet. Then, feather-light, it skated across the tip. Same reaction: you swore, and your back arched, causing the rivulet of water to trail off your side.

This time, almost immediately, Gale ducked down his head, pulling your taut nipple into his mouth. You whimpered, the warmth of his mouth feeling positively burning against your frozen skin. The burning sensation was just this side of painful, as was the feeling of the ice trailing back the way it had come.

His tongue flicked over your nipple drawing another moan out of you, one that transformed into a cry as he wasted no time in drawing the ice across the other one. Your body wasn’t sure what it wanted to do: draw yourself up into the heat of Gale’s mouth or shy away from the ice. So instead you were left squirming beneath him finding no relief.

“Having fun yet?” Gale teased as he pulled off of you with a pop.

You didn’t have time to answer before he turned his attention back to the other side, repeating the same motions. This was payback, a punishment, torture… something. It was winter and maybe your hands were often cold. And maybe you took great delight in worming your frigid fingers beneath the collars or up the backs of Gale’s shirts. When he was focused on something, he startled, often yelping in a less than dignified manner.

And maybe you spent a little too long laughing about it that you hadn’t noticed the promise of retaliation. After all, Gale was capable of easily conjuring up ice even in the warmth of your bedroom.

Which was how you found yourself pinned beneath your wizard as he trailed ice across your skin.

He was switching back and forth more quickly now, your moans drawn out into constant whimpers as he did. Perhaps worse than the constant temperature fluctuations against your nipples was how Gale was restraining you. In this position, you couldn’t find any relief against your aching core. Even your thighs were pinned together making you ever aware of growing wetness between them.

You kept your fingers digging into the tops of his thighs.

You hadn’t realized your eyes had fallen shut until he placed a kiss against your lids, lips slightly chilled from chasing after the ice. You blinked them open to see Gale watching you carefully, the entire ice chunk had melted.

“Good?” He asked.

You nodded, “I’d be better if someone were between my legs,” you said after a beat.

Gale laughed, loudly, his head thrown back. You couldn’t help but smile.

“I live to serve,” he said with a smirked. You shivered again.

He readjusted himself so he was kneeling between your spread legs. Softly he pressed a kiss to your sternum before trailing several more kisses down to your naval. You gasped when he swirled his tongue into it, not having realized some of the melted water had pooled there. After a second he continued his trail downwards.

You almost didn’t hear the incantation. Whining you tried to pull your legs together but Gale moved quicker, laying his forearms across your thighs, trapping them open. Even though you could feel the warm puff of air on your skin, it was a new ice chunk that pressed between your folds first.

“Fuck,” you swore, hands flying down to thread through Gale’s hair.

You cursed again when you realized he was holding the ice in his mouth. He rubbed it gently up and down, tracing a cold path from your entrance to your clit. He held it against your clit even as you cried out and writhed against him. The melt was running down and pooling onto the sheets beneath you but really you weren’t sure anymore what was water and what was arousal.

The ice chunk was dropped from Gale’s mouth after a few more passes but when he pressed his mouth against you his tongue was still frigid. You whimpered louder, tugging at his hair, once against being denied the relief of warmth.

You felt Gale huff, amused, against your core.

He set to work licking and sucking at your clit, the temperature gradually rising. You tried tilting your hips up to encourage his movements, except every time you did the melt water would run down to your lower back. Unconsciously, you began rocking against him, fingers gripped in Gale’s hair, keeping him there.

If anything his moans encouraged you.

Unexpectedly, the (much smaller) ice chunk reappeared, one of Gale's hands guiding it into your entrance. You came without warning, violently. Thighs clamping unable to keep from riding against his tongue and fingers which continued pressing the ice further into you.

Once your legs relaxed enough for Gale to move again, he sat up and leaned back over you. Fingers still tangled in his hair, you pulled him to you for a kiss. He returned the kiss happily, tongue stroking its way into your mouth much the way it had just been between your legs.

Gale pressed his cock into you then, a low hiss spilling from his mouth. The ice was likely all gone, but the near frigid water that was pooling inside you hadn’t warmed completely yet. He wasn’t deterred. With the first thrust, you felt the water rush back out of you, displaced.

Finally, you untangled your hands from his hair, moving them to grip his arms as he began thrusting into you. Your breasts bounced, nipples still hard ghosting against the warmth of Gale’s chest. Overwhelmed you whimpered, trying to pull him flush against you, but he wouldn’t allow it. You tried not to squirm, but eventually you did, body both trying to flee the sensation and pull it closer.

Gale pulled out of you completely and sat back onto his knees. “You’re making this difficult,” he said.

Before you could answer, before you could apologize, he grabbed your hips and flipped you. Before you could even think to do it yourself, Gale pulled your hips up until you were kneeling. Immediately, he was pressing back inside you. This new position was a relief, finally able to press most of your body against the mattress.

“Good girl,” Gale rewarded as he was finally able to find a rhythm with his hips.

Reaching down beneath you, your fingers found your clit. You almost cried at your luck, they were cold again. You couldn’t care now though, you could feel another orgasm building. Gale’s thrusts became sloppy, and his grip on your hips grew tighter.

He got there first, spilling into you with a moan. You followed not far behind, cunt fluttering around his cock.

“I have a warm bath ready,” Gale whispered a few minutes later as he laid over your bath, gently stroking your hair.

#gale x reader #gale x tav #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #kinktober 2023 #temperature play #is this how magic works in dnd? no #do I care? also no #dm rolls plot device

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lafemininefascination · 2 months

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#lipfetish #glitter #temperature play

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mon-petit-coeur-noir · 5 months

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#temperature play

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skelebutch · 6 months

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This weather makes my hands so cold, it’d be a shame if i ran them up under your shirt and made your pretty nipples all stiff…

#butch4butch #butch4femme #butch4both #dyke #wlw nsft #lesbian nsft #nb nsft #op #temperature play #technically

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comatosebunny09 · 4 months

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Okay, but @nanaoise08squad got me thinking about sensation play with Astarion.

Astarion using your shirt as a blindfold and to bind your arms together above your head. Using his magic for temperature play. Maybe a little electro play. The strings of his shirt gliding down to your navel, and up again. His feathery hair dusting over your rib cage and beneath the swell of your breasts. Lace circling your nipples, making them ridiculously hard. Cold fingernails tracing the erogenous zones of your neck and ears. The hardened pad of his thumb brushing over your lips, coaxing them to part. His breath fanning across your lips as he tempts you with a kiss that never comes.

Open-mouthed, he whispers how obedient you’re being for him. How he could make you cum without even touching you. You’re already doing most of the work, pinching your thighs together to chase that sparkling rush of endorphins between them. It’s maddening. It’s torture. But it’s worth it.

#astarion x reader #astarion x you #astarion x tav #astarion x female reader #astarion x female tav #astarion smut #kind of #sensation play #temperature play #electro play #bg3 smut

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roselyn-writing · 10 months

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Hello! Can you do Dom! Kuai Liang x reader please? 😄😄❤️❤️

Here you go ✨✨❤️✨

DOM! Kuai Liang X SUB! reader

Warnings: NSFW! Temperature play, SubDom stuff, MDNI! Read at your own risk.🔞🔞🔞

The old rusty metal of Lin Kuei Temple gates crooked open. Revealing the figure of the Grandmaster; Who just came from a mission.

You are glad that you are still awake at this hour. The guards returned to their chambers to sleep. But you are still awake because you knew that the Grandmaster is coming. You didn’t want him to get inside the temple without a greeting. So, you were there to greet him when he arrived.

"Hello, Grandmaster!" You greeted him with a soft smile on your lips.

He was shocked to know that someone from his clan is still awake. But he is happy nonetheless.

"Hi! Y/N!" He greeted you back with a smile.

He wasn’t surprised at all when you charged at him and hugged him with all your might. He hugged her back as he gave a light-hearted chuckle.

"I missed you so much," you whispered to him. "Daddy~"

His smile dropped when he heard you call him that. He doesn’t like it when you call him that publicly. You may think it is a late hour and no one would be awake, but the walls are thin and everyone can hear.

"What did I say about you calling me that in public?"

He reminded me with a serious tone.

You can tell from his voice that he isn’t happy at all. You felt a bit ashamed when I scolded you.

"I’m sorry-", "No! You must be punished." He cut you off.

"Punished? Why?" you purred at him, giving him puppy eyes.

"Hehe." He chuckled darkly at you.

He made ice chains for your hand and neck, then put them on you and dragged you to his. He likes to feel like the dominant one in this relationship.

You take pleasure in being the submissive one in this relationship, while he is the dominant one.

Who can’t be the submissive one in a relationship where Grandmaster Kuai is the dominant one? We both know the answer to this question.

"Oh, the things I will do to you~" He said with a sadistic grin on his handsome face.

"I can’t wait," You muttered to him.

Both of you entered a secret room inside his bedroom. You can tell from the looks of it that it is a dungeon.

For some, the dungeon doesn’t look welcoming or appealing, But to you, it is more than appealing. There are chains, Cages, and whips in the dungeon. Much for your liking and taste.

"Like the place?" Kuai asked.

"Like it? I LOVE IT!" You exclaimed.

He grabbed the ice chains and motioned for you to move to the chain part of the dungeon. You move with ecstasy in your steps and mind. You are excited, although the whole thing never begins at all.

"Hmm, Are you excited?" He asked with curiosity in his tone.

"Yes!" You simply answered.

"Good~" He stated it with the same sadistic smirk on his face.

You went to the spot where he motioned for you to go. You looked at him as if telling him, Now what? He went to you and put your hand on the wall with the icy chains he put on you earlier.

He made another pair of ice chains for your feet. He must get you ready for what’s coming, and he doesn’t want you to move freely while doing so.

He put the ice chains on you firmly. He hummed in satisfaction when he was done binding you up.

"Now! Be ready!" He uttered it with his sexy baritone voice.

"I am ready!" You announced.

"Okay! Here I go!" Kuai responded.

He made a whip out of ice because he likes to start with the whip at first. It makes him look more dominant.

You can feel the icy whip lashing at you; it’s hurting and cold at the same time. Unlike the normal whip. You don’t know which is worse, the normal whip or the icy one?

You enjoy getting whipped. With each lash, it gets agonising. But you hope the cold will numb your pain. The more he whips you, the more satisfaction he’ll have.

After whipping you. He shattered the icy chain and grabbed you violently to put you in bed.

He pushed you to the bed, and you fell with a yelping sound. You are still recovering from the whipping, but you are still enjoying this.

"Now," he started, "What position do I choose for you?".

"Whatever you desire," You muttered to him.

"Shh!" He shushed you.

Before you knew it, He spanked your buttocks. You know you did something wrong, and that is that you talked without his permission.

He spanked harder this time. You moan in pain. He spanked you until your buttocks reddened. And the mark of his hand is planted on your buttocks.

So far, you've enjoyed all this—the spanking and the whipping. You moaned in pain as you revealed this sweet agony.

He took a moment to breathe and adjust your position to doggy style. He growls sexually, like the dominant man he is.

All this made you wetter than you already are. You breathed heavily, trying to calm yourself down.

The Grandmaster remembered that he had his garments on, and he quickly got up from bed to undress himself.

While undressing himself. You take a glimpse at him to see him naked; he looks like a greek god with his perfect body.

Your mouth is watering at this view. You can’t hold yourself anymore. He is teasing you.

"Oh? Like what you see?" He teased.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" You answered impatiently.

He only chuckles in response to you.

He came to you, He adjusted your position again. Before he started to enter you.

He gave his dick a few rubs to make it hard. Then he entered you with ease. He is generous enough to give you time to adjust to his lifestyle.

You nodded as a sign to make him thrust his member inside you. He quickly thrusts himself inside of you with his big endowment. At first, it was gentle and sloppy. He pulled his member out of you, then he entered you again with force.

You moaned at that with pure pleasure. He is making you feel good; his movement is quick and satisfying. You are near to reach your orgasm. Your heartbeat skyrockets, your breathing quickens, and your muscles spasm.

"Faster! uhh, Daddy!" You breathed.

Kuai put both of his hands on your buttocks as he thrust as fast as he could to shoot his white load out inside of you. It took all of his strength to do it; his hips buckled up as he shot his load inside of you. Then he groans like an animal.

Then he pulled his member out to let his white stuff slide through your hole. He admired his work on you.

"Did I please you?" He inquired with a smirk; he knew you would say yes.

"Yup," You mumbled.

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