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The problem with dating a skeleton monster was how fucking entitled he was about it.
Fuck the norms. Just because he was big and scary looking with his stupid jagged teeth and his firey eyelights and big ass puffy coat, and just because you were small and fleshy with dull teeth only slightly crooked because you'd lost your retainers years ago didn't mean you weren't completely capable of putting him in his place. Not that he seemed to think so. His ego was enough to tell you that if you even joked about domming him, he'd laugh you right out of the bedroom.
But he'd be oh so wrong tonight.
(He wasn't even that big anyway. He was like, an inch taller than you, and you were pretty short as is.)
You hadn't gone all the way with him yet. Usually you were tired out after the annoyingly good oral he gave you, so he always flashed his spiky grin as he dismissed his ecto (after he'd gotten his complimentary handie) and said he'd "save it fer another time". You weren't sure you could even take that thing inside you anyway. He seemed content with your hand and tongue, and he didn't push for anything further, other than joking implications.
Tonight you were planning on turning the tables, though. You'd give him the little hint, he'd take it, but once he started trying to get too handsy with you, you'd slap him away and start showing him what your true intentions were. You were completely prepared for the unavoidable backtalk that would occur. The guy couldn't shut his trap to save his life. The way you were planning to handle things, that'd still hold true; it just wouldn't be sass coming out of his mouth.
Tonight, you invited him over for a casual hang sesh, telling him to bring some snacks. You bought some of your own as a backup since there was a fifty percent chance he'd forget or bring something shitty. You also lined up some awful movies that he could take his pick from, knowing he'd inevitably lose interest after a while and start getting fidgety, which would be the perfect time to strike.
He arrived only twenty minutes late (a record for him), a single bag of Sunchips in his hands.
"Red," you sighed, standing aside to let him in. "Those are the worst things you could've brought. Those are gross."
"well excuse me. i go outta my way to heed yer demands and this is how ya thank me," Red scoffed, tossing the bag of chips onto the couch and barely making the shot.
"You're lucky I know you so well. I got better ones in the kitchen," you said, going to retrieve them. When you got back, Red was already nestled on the couch digging into his chips, shoveling them obscenely into his mouth.
"watcha got up here fer us to watch?"
"Take your pick." You gestured to the lineup of old DVDs on the TV stand.
"c'mon honey, no one uses dvds anymore. what's yer netflix password?"
"Pick a movie Red."
"ain't these s'posed to be bad movies? the hell is ace ventura doin here, that movie's awesome."
"Are you picking that one then?"
"yeah sure, if ya admit it's a good movie."
You rolled your eyes and popped the disk into the player, returning to the couch with your snacks and plopping down right next to him shamelessly. He put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer like it was muscle memory at this point, despite lacking muscles.
By the time Red was sucking the chip seasoning off his fingers, you were so comfy you'd nearly forgotten why you'd invited him over in the first place. You smirked to yourself, which Red, who happened to be glancing in your direction, noticed. "what d'ya look so happy about?"
"Hm? Oh, nothing," you said mysteriously, enjoying the suspicious crinkle of his brow bones.
"i don' trust ya fer a second dollface. what're ya up to?" His eyes darted around like he was expecting some kind of prank to assert itself on him.
"You'll see later on," you said simply, trying to sound as casual as possible. You didn't want to risk giving him the idea that it was about sex, since that would only give him time to stir up his confidence and smugness even more. Knowing him, he'd probably assume you were planning to do something for him instead of to him.
"hmph," Red grunted, turning back to the movie, apparently resolving (correctly) that he wasn't going to get any more information out of you. You had him well-trained about nagging.
You both watched the movie together silently for a while before you noticed Red start to shift more often and play with his own fingers, making little huffy noises of growing boredom. Showtime.
You laid your hand down on his femur. It wasn't a particularly gutsy move. He hadn't even noticed until you began rubbing his leg gently. Still not anything out of the ordinary. And then you squeezed your hand around his leg, and that got his attention. That was your silent signal for what you wanted.
He'd used it plenty of times, looking over at you with either a mischievous smirk or his unfairly effective puppy eyes. If you told him no he'd pout but back off, but whenever you used the signal, he got excited. The same was true now, as his gaze immediately snapped over to you with that glint in his eyes. You met his scarlet eyelights, already burning with excitement, and smiled. He grinned back, tossing his empty bag of chips aside and lifting you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. You smirked again since it was definitely against what you were planning on doing. But, you'd let him believe he was in charge for a little longer.
"this what ya were smirkin about earlier, darlin?" Red murmured, his hands rubbing your thighs gently.
"Mhm," you said. "We're gonna go all the way tonight."
You almost considered changing your mind and letting him top just from the way his eyes lit up.
"really?!" He said, his sockets wide. "ya mean it?"
"Mhm," you said again, shifting your hips slightly in a way that was subtle but that both of you knew wasn't by any means innocent.
"god, baby, ya dono how much i've been lookin forward to this. i can' wait to get inside ya-"
"Who said anything about you being inside me?" you said smugly, pleased at the way his grin faltered ever so slightly. It returned within a split second, wider than ever.
"hon. as funny as that'd be, ya don' exactly have the right parts fer that."
"How do you know?"
"uh, cause i've seen em. i've fuckin licked em. ya got nothin to fuck with."
"Not true," you said, thinking of the strap-on you had stashed upstairs.
"unless ya got some kinda hidden magic powers i dono about, i have no clue what yer talkin about."
"Heheh. Come upstairs and I'll show you what I'm talking about."
He shortcutted you both up to the bedroom instantly, him falling right onto the bed with you still in his lap. "so do ya have some kinda magic dick yer about to reveal to me?"
"Sorta," you said, climbing off his lap and going to the dresser to pull out the safely stashed away dildo.
"a dildo? really?" Red said, obviously unimpressed. "what're ya gonna do with it?"
"I think you know what I'm gonna do with it." Next you ventured to the closet to dig out what you were looking for. You could feel Red's eyes on you as you rummaged around, eventually pulling out the strap.
"is that a fuckin strap on?" Red said, studying it intensely.
"Yep," you smirked, dropping your shorts and starting to work on strapping the buckles around your legs and waist.
"woah woah hey. i never agreed to this," Red said flatly, making you pause. As much as you wanted to assert your dominance, you definitely didn't want to do anything he wasn't okay with. While it'd be disappointing if he said no, you wouldn't push it any further. Besides, you wouldn't mind it if he topped, either.
"Okay. Do you want me to fuck you with this strap on?" you said plainly, looking him in the eyes.
He looked pained. Like he wanted to say yes, but his ego was stopping him. "well," he said. "i don' not wantcha to."
You tried to keep your smugness to a minimum. "Okay. But do you want me to?"
Red was silent again, thinking it over thoroughly. "yeah alright. just cause i'm real curious to see whatcha can do," he said finally. "but i hope ya know i ain't gonna make it easy fer ya."
"Oh I know," you said, continuing to fiddle with the strap on, which was proving to be just as complicated as it looked. "I've handled brats like you before."
"oh ya have, huh?" Red grinned toothily. "well we'll see how ya do with me. but d'ya really think yer dom material, hon?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" you glared at him, having finally figured out how the strap fit and now working on tightening it.
"means yer just not exactly what i think of when i think 'dom'. yer quiet, ya don' speak up fer yerself unless yer on the internet with a screen to hide behind, and no matter whatcha try to say, ya do care what people think about ya. jus' cause ya tell inanimate objects to fuck off don' mean yer a dom."
You pouted even more. "You make it sound like I'm a wimpy loser."
"ya ain't a wimpy loser. ya just ain't a dom."
"Why not?"
"honey how're ya gonna dom someone like me when ya can't even correct a mcdonald's worker when they put pickles on yer burger?"
"Okay so I don't like inconveniencing fast food workers that go through enough as it is!" You said grumpily. "But I'll have you know that I was the dom in all of my past relationships."
"alright, alright. i'll give ya a chance. but just know i'm always ready to cock, drop, n roll if ya end up not bein up for it," Red grinned.
"We'll see who's not up for it," you growled lowly. Red's taunting (and somewhat solid reasoning) had put you in defense mode and you were ready to prove him wrong. "Sit," you commanded, snapping your fingers in his direction.
"i'm already sittin, dearest."
You recovered quickly from the fumble, determined not to let his backtalk get the better of you. "I meant sit back against the bed," you said irritably, as if it were he that had made the mistake instead of you.
He shuffled backwards and leaned back a bit so that he was pressed against the wall, eyeing you with amusement. You got the feeling he was playing along just to humor you. His facial expression wasn't serious at all; it held only mild amusement.
You had to think what to do next. Something about Red always made your brain blank out, which was probably why you had suddenly forgotten how to dom.
Oh, wait.
"Firstly, we need a safe word. What do you want it to be?"
"a safe word? c'mon."
"It's important Red. We're going to try- well, I'm going to try alot of new things and I need to know how you feel about them."
"so i just need to pick a word to say when i wantcha to stop?"
"Yeah. Make it something short and easy to remember."
"uh. fuckin, i dunno. uh, mayo."
"Mayo?" you snorted. Well, you suppose it could've been worse.
"well if ya don' like it feel free to choose one yerself," Red said, although he was snickering too.
"Nah, mayo works. So if you don't like what I'm doing or you want to stop, just say mayo and I'll stop," you said, reaching for the dildo so you could fix it to the strap. "And if you can't speak, snap your fingers three times."
"why wouldn' i be able to speak?" Red asked suspiciously, but you brushed him off.
"Well, with that out of the way, let me show you what I can do," you said silkily, slipping your shirt off and leaving just your bra. It was a plain and unsexy one, but Red stared hungrily at your chest anyway. He was borderline obsessed with your tits, always finding excuses to hold and caress them and lay on them like a pillow. You usually let him, since they weren't very sensitive, and you didn't mind the fondling.
It was easy to get Red excited. You knew how much you turned him on, especially by adding just a simple dash of confidence and flair- that really seemed to get him going.
"Strip," you ordered, and his shit eating grin warned you that he wasn't going to humor you anymore.
"why dontcha make me, babydoll? since yer so dominant and in charge."
"That's what you want," you said simply, glaring at him. "Do what I tell you or-" you wracked your brains- "Or I'll have to punish you."
Red's grin only widened at that. "punish me, huh? i'd really like to see ya try that."
"I don't think you would," you said softly, climbing up onto the bed in front of him. "Now strip just like I told you to."
"and just like i told ya to, make me ," Red returned.
Okay, he was really asking for it now.
You hooked two fingers under the collar he always wore and yanked him forward, close to your face, so he had nowhere to look but straight at you. "Listen you little slut. You're going to fucking listen to me when I tell you to do something, understand? And if you don't, there's going to be consequences ."
He was silent for a few moments, his sockets blown wide, and you'd begun to think maybe you'd gone too far. Then you noticed the scarlet glow surrounding the crotch of his shorts from your peripheral vision, and smirked as you let go of his collar.
"So, do you understand that, my little whore? Disobey, you get punished. But if you're a good boy, I might let you have a reward."
Red fell back against the wall when you let go of him, a quiet and stuttery "holy shit" escaping him so softly you almost didn't catch it. The glow in his pants was getting steadily brighter.
"So? Why are your clothes still on? Strip, I won't say it again."
Slowly, Red pulled his shorts and sweater off, leaving him with nothing but bones and a concentrated red swirl of magic at his pelvis.
You shuffled closer to him, sliding your hand over his pubis, right over the bright glow, able to feel the magic fizzling there. "If you're going to take that long to obey me every time, we aren't going to get anywhere."
"mnf- y-yeah whatever," Red mumbled, his eyelights going hazy for a moment when you touched him.
"Not 'whatever'. I'm in charge, and you're going to learn that the hard way if you don't behave," you said softly, trailing your lips down his neck. You sunk your teeth into the bone as best you could even though they weren't very sharp, but you heard his breath hitch regardless. "Do you understand?"
Red gave a vague grunt, his neck arching to the side to encourage your lips to return.
"I said, do you understand?" You repeated dangerously softly, hooking your fingers under his collar again and tilting his chin towards you.
He grit his teeth, the skeleton equivalent to biting his lip. "y-yes."
"Good," you said, letting go of him. "Now, let's see about this whole situation you've got going on down here." You poked again at his pelvis, and his femurs twitched. You looked up to see him staring at you in awe, and you could've sworn you saw his eyelights flicker into little hearts for a split second. "What are you staring at?"
"i just…" he gulped. "didn' expect ya to be so good at this."
You smirked in pride. "Mhm. Maybe next time you'll listen to me when I say I know what I'm doing."
"yeah, well. still not gonna make it easy."
"You've been more cooperative than I thought you'd be."
"well thas just cause i was surprised. now that i know yer tricks, i know how to evade ya," Red said, his signature smirk sliding back onto his face.
"Oh, you know my tricks? Mm, I doubt you know all of them," you said smoothly. Mostly because even you didn't know all your tricks yet.
"oh yeah? why dontcha show me a few more then, sweetheart?" Red challenged.
You thought. What else might Red like? He definitely liked having his collar yanked on, so some kind of choking was a positive. He seemed to like degradation too. Maybe he'd like being tied up? That was an appealing thought, but you didn't have any bondage tools. You could tie a sweater around his arms really tightly, but something told you it wouldn't be strong enough and he'd laugh at the weak attempt anyway.
Blind folding? Maybe. Shotgunning? Probably, but you didn't smoke. You went through all the kinks you could think of in your head, trying to think of something you had the tools for that both you and Red would probably like.
…Spanking? Red did seem to have a thing for pain. Or maybe your teeth just weren't sharp enough to hurt him. Plus, he had a really nice ass. You already liked smacking it in passing and watching him jump in surprise every time.
"Get on your front," you said, making up your mind. "And form your ass."
Red seemed to know what you were planning on doing, and didn't budge. "gonna punish me, sweetheart?"
"I will if you keep disobeying me. On your front, now."
"heh… and tell me, what're ya gonna do if i don' listen?"
"I'll make you get on your front and I'll punish you even harder," you said icily.
Red's grin faltered a tiny bit at the tone of your voice, but he held out. "mm, i'd like to see ya try."
Without giving him any warning, you sprung forward and grabbed his forearms, twisting him over and slamming him onto his front against the bed, knocking the wind out of him. He sputtered as he was thrown against the pillows, his eye sockets as big as saucers and his eyelights tiny pricks of light.
"You're going to do things my way whether you like it or not," you snarled, hovering over his spine. "So if you want me to go easy on you, you better behave."
"jesus…" Red mumbled. Evidently he hadn't expected you to leap on him like that. If he'd been ready for it he could have easily overpowered you.
In fact, he still could, if he decided to cheat and use his magic. But you really hoped he wouldn't stoop that low. It'd be no fun if he made it impossible for you to beat him.
Now you just hoped he'd listen to you about forming his ecto, since you couldn't force him to do that. "Form your ass," you ordered again, and to your relief, you felt his soft and smooth ecto come around right against your stomach where you were leaning over him. "Good boy," you whispered, sliding your finger down his spine and making him shiver. You cupped his ass cheeks gently, massaging them, trying to mislead him into thinking you were going to be gentle. You smiled at the soft purring sound he made, relaxing into your hold.
And then you raised your hand and smacked it down hard onto his ecto without warning, and the half-yelp, half-moan he made was like music to your ears.
"fuck!"
You couldn't keep yourself from snickering a little at your successful mislead. "Come on babe. Your ass is too nice not to ruin."
All you heard from Red was a faint whimper.
"Still okay?" You asked him quietly, just to make sure. "You remember your safe word?"
"yeah," he breathed back just as softly.
You were relieved. You hadn't wanted to spoil the surprise by outright asking, but you were also somewhat afraid it'd be an overstep, so you were glad that your theory that Red liked having his ass whacked was confirmed.
"Now, if you sass me again, you know what the punishment will be," you said, resuming your previous loud and confident tone.
"what, gettin a lil tap on the ass?" Red croaked, wiggling his hips a little.
You smacked him again, on the other cheek this time, relishing in the moan it pulled from him. "Exactly." The glow at his pubis was growing steadily brighter and more concentrated, itching to form into something. You knew what that something was going to be, but you also knew Red wasn't going to give it to you easily. Now time to really get started, and push him over.
"If you want to be able to form something," you murmured, hovering over him. "You're going to have to behave."
"i don' need yer permission," Red grunted, activating the eager magic at his pubis and letting his cock fall into place just to prove he was out of your control. What's more, he even had the nerve to move a hand down and touch himself, which you never said he could do. You watched him in disbelief for a second, examining the way his hand clenched around his shaft before pulling upward slowly and thumbing the head. You leaned your head to the side to get a better look. There was already a bead of scarlet precum at his tip that was smeared by his thumb, before being replaced by more when he squeezed his shaft again. You watched it dribble down his length and slowly drip onto the bed before deciding to take action.
You brought your hand down hard on his backside again, effectively distracting him.
"ah-! fuck, that one hurt!" He whined. You grabbed his wrist and jerked it away from his cock, slamming it against the bed instead. You made a mental note to get something to tie him up with next time.
"It's supposed to. It's a punishment. I never said you could form anything and I definitely never said you could touch yourself," you said coldly. He shrunk into the pillows in what you assumed to be shame, which pleased you. "Now, I'm going to tell you what to form and you're going to listen to me."
"we'll see," Red grumbled. You ignored him.
"Can you make a pussy for me?"
Red snorted. "a pussy?? what, ol' cocks mcgee ain't good enough fer ya anymore?"
You rolled your eyes. You knew he wasn't going to make it easy for you. "It's plenty good enough. But I know my way around a cunt pretty well, y'know, considering I have one. Plus, it'd be a shame to put this strap on to waste."
Red was silent for a moment. "yeah i guess that makes sense," he grumbled. "can i still keep lock, cock, n barrel though?"
"That makes it sound like you have three dicks."
"ah, fuck, i wish."
"Fine, you can have both. Doesn't mean I'll pay attention to both," you said smugly. "Have you ever made a pussy before?"
"uh." You could sense his blush even though he was turned away from you. "maybe. like, once, probably. just to see if i could."
"And did you touch yourself? How'd you like it?"
"don' matter. i like cocksworth better."
"We'll see if that still holds true tonight," you purred. "So, go ahead. Form it. I bet it's pretty. And I bet it tastes so good."
"ya already know what i taste like, ya've sucked me off before."
"No backtalk," you said, giving him a warning rap on the ass.
"fine, geez," Red grumbled, and you watched between his legs as a vagina the same color as the rest of his magic materialized behind his cock.
"Aw, you're already wet," you grinned, tracing your fingers over his folds, which were glistening with slick. He flinched, and you smirked.
"shaddup."
"So, have you really only made a pussy once? Or have you been fucked with it before?" you murmured, continuing to run your fingers over his entrance.
"nah," he said, twitching a little at your touch. "yer the only one thas seen it."
"Oh, well I'm honored," you said. "That means I'm the first one to touch it, too. Besides yourself, I'm assuming. Tell me what it was like to touch your pussy for the first time, Red."
Red squirmed at your words, in… embarrassment? "do i hafta?"
"Yes," you said simply, before dragging your tongue up firmly over his folds and making him gasp. "What made you decide to form it in the first place? Start with that. Don't leave out the details."
"i… was jus curious to see if i could do it," Red mumbled. "n then when i found out i could, i figured i might as well mess with it, see what it felt like."
"So what did you do?"
"i dunno, i jus'… rubbed it…"
"Where?"
Red wiggled again. "i don' like this game."
"I do. I wanna hear all the details," you said. "Cause then I'll know what you like. You can touch where you like, to show me."
Red huffed. "it wasn' even that good. i mean, it felt kinda okay here-" he brushed a finger over the general area of his clit. "and it wasn' too bad inside. but my cock is better. i didn' even cum."
"Oh! So I get to give you your first pussy orgasm too!" you grinned.
"that sounds so fuckin weird. and it ain't a guarantee either."
"Yeah? Try me," you breathed.
You took hold of his thighs, using your thumbs to spread his lips open. He quivered, but it was nothing to his reaction when you started lapping at his entrance animatedly.
"f-fuuck!" He gasped, evidently not expecting it. You pressed a finger to his clit and rubbed at it firmly while your tongue worked itself into his entrance, and you felt him scrambling to grab onto something, probably the sheets or a pillow. You pressed your face in deeper but you couldn't reach too far with your short tongue, so you decided to switch places with your finger. You lifted him up a bit so your mouth could reach his clit while your fingers took over his entrance. Your fingers weren't too long either, but you could stretch them up further than your tongue, so you pushed two of them in as far as you could and curled your fingers toward you, rubbing at his inside while your tongue massaged his clit.
You heard a whimper and then a muffled moan, figuring he'd pressed his face into the pillows to quiet himself, which was a shame because his noises were really doing it for you. You kept going, hanging on every muted huff and whine, until you felt his thighs shaking and twitching. You knew that happened when he was close, and you couldn't help smirking in excitement that you were about to give Red his first cunt orgasm, and prove to him that it could be just as good as Ol' Cocks McGee.
"I know you're close," you murmured against his clit, feeling him shiver from the tickle of your breath. "Cum for me, dirty boy. Cum on my fingers, I wanna feel it."
You pressed your tongue back to his clit and circled it, shoving your fingers in as deep as you could and rubbing furiously at his g-spot. His thighs shook harder, and you heard a muffled wail as he gushed onto your fingers. You smiled, and, unable to help yourself, gave his clit another lick just to hear him whimper again before pulling your fingers out. "How was that, honey? Felt good, huh?"
You received only a muffled groan in response, which you were unsatisfied by. You grabbed his collar again and yanked him up away from the pillow, making him gasp. "I asked you a question. Did that feel good?"
"y… yes…" Red mumbled softly, his voice much higher-pitched than usual.
"Do you know what I bet would feel even better?"
"mm…?"
"I bet it would feel even better if I fucked you. Do you want that?"
"mn…"
"You need to use your words," you reminded him. "Do you want me to fuck you? Yes or no."
Slowly Red nodded his head. Still wasn't what you asked for.
You gave him a backhanded slap on the ass, making him squeak. "I said words. Speak out loud. Do you want me to fuck you?" You positioned yourself so that the tip of the dildo strapped to you brushed up against his still-leaking entrance.
"fuck," you heard him breathe, and you could hear in his tone that he'd given up being bratty, because now he knew firsthand that you knew what you were doing, and that it felt damn good. "yes. yeah. fuck, please."
You smirked, and gently rolled him over onto his back so you could see his face. It was a rewarding one, flushed crimson, sockets half-lidded, mouth hanging open and a line of drool glistening on his chin. He turned his head to the side, trying to burrow into his own shoulder to hide once he realized you could see him now.
"Aww, don't hide from me honey. I wanna be able to see your pretty face when I fuck your pussy raw. You're gonna be walking funny once I'm through with you." You noticed his legs twitch minutely again. "But I'll take good care of my little slut, okay? All you have to do is lay there and make your pretty noises for me."
"get inside me," he whined, which surprised you. Giving up on brattiness was one thing, but actively asking? Well, demanding, technically, but anything besides pretending this wasn't happening was progress in your books. He was still trying to hide his face, though you could see his blush deepen somehow as he spoke.
"You gotta say please," you said slyly, wondering just how far you could push him. He gave a little noise of irritation that could've been an attempted scoff, but didn't come out as impatient as he probably intended.
"n… no."
"What did you say?" You murmured dangerously.
"m'not… gonna say please. jus' do it," he grumbled. So much for the brattiness being over. But he didn't sound very stable in his decision, and you could tell he'd be easy to break.
"Not until you say please," you said simply, moving your fingers back to his pussy and teasing his entrance by pressing them in shallowly and spreading his labia apart. You watched his eyes flutter shut and listened to his breath sharpen, his spine rising up a bit. You realized you hadn't touched his cock in a while, having been too focused on satisfying his newly formed cunt. The dual stimulation might be enough to get him to say what you wanted. With your other hand, you pressed your palm to his tip and slid it down, lubing your hand from the excessive precum dribbling there. Once at the bottom of his shaft, you gripped him firmly and stroked up and down, squeezing the shaft before slowly moving upward and thumbing his tip, just the way you knew he liked it. His back arched further, his legs kicking out as he inhaled sharply.
"I know you want me inside you," you purred, bending down to press kisses to his ribcage. "All you have to do is say please and I'll do it." You trailed your tongue over his ribs, taking hold of one and biting it. He moaned, a nice deep one, and you could tell it wouldn't take much longer. Your mouth traveled down his ribs until you were faced with his cock, and you didn't stop there. You pushed three of your fingers in deeper as you positioned your mouth onto his tip and sucked.
"ahhh— fuck, fuck fine, please, please give it to me, i-i'll be good, just please hurry up and get inside meeeeahhhh!"
Before he'd even finished his sentence you'd pulled your fingers out and replaced them with your pseudo-cock, watching him throw his head back and lift his legs up involuntarily. You pushed his legs back so they were almost pinned to his chest, and thrust forward hard, delighting in the wail it ignited. You decided then and there you really liked fucking Red.
"What's your safe word?" You asked him quietly, pausing.
"mayo," he whispered, and you gave him a reassuring smile and a kiss to the forehead.
Once you picked up your movements again, his initial scream quieted to near-silent whimpers, his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth gritted. You were going a steady pace, not too fast or slow, not too hard either, to let him get used to the sensation and the size. His arms were pinned to his sides, his fingers gripping the sheets tightly as his hips bucked up into your movements. Still, you got the impression he was trying to hold back.
"Why are you being so quiet, sweetheart? I wanna hear you scream at how good I feel," you murmured, moving a hand down to rub at his clit, which made him yelp.
No longer able to hide his face, Red resorted to covering himself with one arm, and you could tell he was biting down on the bone to keep himself quiet. It was only half working, since you could still hear him whimpering.
"Aw. Don't be shy, you look so pretty right now. I wanna see you." You wished you had a third hand so you could keep one on his thigh for leverage and use the other two to touch his clit and pin his arms up so he couldn't hide. "And I don't want you to be quiet, either. It turns me on when you moan for me." He furrowed his brows even through the fuck-drunk look on his face, but you didn't read into it much, and decided to speed up your pace.
It surprised him into letting go of his arm and shrieking. You grinned, until he looked you in the eye and cried "mayo!"
You stopped moving immediately, your eyes darting over his face trying to read him. "What? Did I hurt you?"
"no, no i'm fine," Red said quickly. "it's nothin yer doin, i just… are ya gettin anything outta this?"
This time you were the one that furrowed your eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
"like, that thing. it's not a real cock that's attached to you. it doesn't make you feel anything. so what is this–" he gestured to himself– "doin to make you feel good?"
"Oh," you said, relieved it wasn't something bigger, and touched that he cared to ask that. "Well, I like making you feel good. That's mostly what I'm getting out of it."
"yeah but like physically yer not getting anything, are ya?"
"The dildo has like, a flappy thing that goes under me and kinda rubs up against me?" You really didn't mind not getting direct stimulation. You were much too focused on watching his reactions to everything you did, which were delicious enough to make you wet without being touched at all. "Don't worry about me, really. I'm really liking this."
"well, okay. but i'm eatin ya after this," he said threateningly, pointing a finger at you and making you giggle.
"Yeah, we'll see if you have the energy for that once I'm through with you. You ready to get back to it?"
Now that he'd been given time to cool down, Red was back to being difficult. "mm, what if i'd rather just eat ya right now?"
"I don't want you to. I want to make you cum by fucking your pussy till you can't walk," you said, smirking at the tiny twitch his thighs made at your words. His blush had calmed down during the reprieve too, but it returned quickly.
"hmph," was all he could apparently think to argue with.
"Come on," you said, beginning to slowly rock your hips forward. "You can feel how smoothly I can move, right? I didn't even need to use lube. That's all from you, baby." You swiped at the bottom of his entrance where some of the scarlet precum had dripped down, and spread it up over his clit instead. He gave a shaky gasp, and you knew you had him hooked again.
"faster," he said so softly you barely heard him. "please," he added even more quietly.
You smiled, happy with his cooperation. "Of course baby." You sped up again, jerking your hips forward into him and watching his back arch. Nevermind, you needed four hands; you couldn't ignore the cock bouncing against his stomach either. You admired it passively for a few moments, watching the precum bead up bit by bit with each of your thrusts, before you moved your hand to stroke it. You wondered if maybe you hitched him up a little higher you'd be able to reach it with your mouth…
You decided to test it. You hoisted his hips up at a wider angle, pulling him closer to you, and bent down as much as you could. You used a hand to tilt his cock towards you, and sure enough you were just barely able to reach the tip. You caught it in your mouth so you could use your hand to rub at his clit instead, the other hand still gripping his leg. You wished you had a lot more hands. Maybe a second tongue while you were at it, too.
Whatever effort Red had been making to be quiet before went out the window pretty fast at the triple stimulation. He was being loud again, just how you liked it, and you sucked at his tip harder while still rubbing his clit and thrusting your hips back and forth. "Do you wanna cum, baby?" you murmured, letting go of his cock with a soft pop.
Panting, Red nodded desperately, seemingly unable to get a word out, so you didn't make him ask properly. You rubbed your finger more firmly at his clit and deepened your thrusts, leaning down to lick the precum from his cock. He was on the edge, you could tell by the way his legs were jittering. You just needed one more thing to push him over.
You hooked his legs up over your shoulders so you could free up your other hand, and used it to yank his collar forward and kiss him while you squeezed at his shaft. By the time you pulled back you could almost feel his cunt pulsing in preparation. "Cum for me, my pretty little slut," you whispered into his neck, and you felt it arch back as he obeyed you with a holler. The look on his face was almost enough to make you cum then and there.
You kept going through his orgasm, only slowing down when he started writhing and twitching erratically from overstimulation, setting his legs down and giving him a kiss. "You did so good honey. I'm proud of you."
Red didn't answer, busy lying flat on his back and breathing heavily, his eyes half-lidded and staring hazily up at the ceiling, faint streaks of magic lining his face that must've been tears. You knew that face, and it looked wonderful on Red.
"I'm gonna pull out now, okay?" you told him, slowly pulling back until the dildo popped out. It was impressive how soaked it was. He gave a soft whine at the feeling and you pressed kisses to his thighs in comfort. "It's okay. I'll take care of you. Just lemme wash this first." You took the dildo to the bathroom and decided to let it soak in the sink so you could get back to caring for Red.
After that, you got a glass of ice water and a washcloth damp with warm water. You helped Red sit up a bit while you cleaned him up, smiling as he squirmed at the strange feeling. You tossed the cloth into the laundry bin and handed him the glass of water. "Drink this, it'll help."
It took him a second, but eventually he brought the glass to his mouth and sipped it, and then gulped down the whole glass. You chuckled. "Want more?"
He nodded, looking slightly more aware, and you went to refill the glass.
After two more glasses of cold water he was ready to speak. "f-fuckin hell babe."
You grinned. "Is that a good thing?"
He ran a hand over his forehead. You could tell he didn't want to admit it, but it didn't really matter. You both already knew the answer.
"C'mon, just admit it. You liked it," you teased, giving him a poke to the ribs.
"think i more than liked it," Red muttered, not looking at you.
"You want me to do it again?"
He looked at you incredulously. "now?!"
You laughed. "No, no. Just in general."
"oh," he said in relief. "um, maybe. not now. m'done for now. that was… alot."
"I know. But you liked it enough to let me do it again some time?"
Slowly, he nodded, folding his arms in between his crossed legs like he was trying to ball up and disappear.
"You don't have to be so embarrassed. There's nothing wrong with liking being on bottom," you said. "And I'll do it again whenever you want. I liked that alot."
He nodded again. "will i ever getta top ya back?"
You smirked. "If you're lucky."
He gave you a weak smile in return. "fuck, i need like… a twelve hour nap now."
"Go ahead," you said, gently pushing him back down and pulling him into your arms. "I'm big spoon tonight." To your mild surprise he didn't resist, instead snuggling back into your chest. He was out like a light in seconds, his snoring already ringing in your ears. You pressed a kiss to the back of his neck and shut your eyes too. Fucking was alot more tiresome than it looked, but it was more than worth it.
He'd forgotten about eating you out afterward, but that only meant you'd done your job perfectly, and that was just fine with you.