shackled || dom!male x reader

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NSFW warning.

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As we kissed, I leaned in closer and closer into him. We kissed for a bit, the kisses soft, weak, slow, yet passionate. Then, I got on top of him a bit, putting my hands on either of his sides, putting him in a locking place, still kissing him, until he pulled away with a soft chuckle. "Oh, temper temper. That was a bad move." He told me, looking up at me with an unreadable expression. I tilted my head. "Huh?" I asked, too drunken out to understand.
He grabbed my hands and pushed me down onto the couch, grabbing both of my wrists into one hand and pinning it above my head. I felt shivers run down my body as he did so, softly biting my lip and looking up into his eyes passionately.
He picked up my chin with his free hand. "Tch tch, you're not getting upperhand." He whispered, then leaned down to continue the kiss. We kissed with more force, with more competition. I felt myself starting to lose my sense of reality, all I wanted was him.
Each kiss was just a supporter to the finish line, every second of it only intensified everything more, more and more. We started kissing deeper, and rougher, until he broke away again. I gave a soft groan of both annoyance and desperation when he did and furrowed my eyebrows up at him, slightly squirming my hands in his pin.

"Regularrr..." I grumbled. He smiled softly and tilted his head a little. "Barista. You're touch deprived right now, aren't you?" He asked. That's when I felt his free hand on my waist. I bit my lip and squirmed my hands and legs some more. "R-Regular..." I mumbled. He moved his hand down from my waist to my hip. "Yes?" He answered. I shuffled, feeling every inch of my body longing for him, then I let out an annoyed sigh. "Please..." I softly begged, half annoyed, looking away.
He grabbed my chin and turned my head to look at him. "Please what?" He asked.
I bit my lip and looked up into his eyes. "Please fuck me..." I blurted out, closing my eyes to avoid his gaze. He didn't answer me, but I then felt him let go of my chin to touch my hip again. He leaned down and kissed me. I felt complete again when he did.

The kiss was rough, passionate and extremely hot. I felt my body on fire, weakly longing for him. The kiss turned into a tongue kiss eventually and I began to shuffle around more frequently, my body wanting more. He's such a good kisser, it felt unreal.
I felt like during this moment, I was giving him my everything. I lost myself in his kisses, I lost myself in his words, his voice, his body.
The extent of my desperation led me to believe that me having sex with him tonight has to happen.

I broke the kiss to catch my breath, panting softly. I looked up at him. And he looked down at me. He very subtly licked his lips as he looked me up and down, which made me grow hotter yet weaker. "You poor thing, so desperate for touch, aren't you?" He said seductively. That's when he started moving his hand downward to my thigh.
I whimpered and squirmed more in his grip, his words being nothing but a tease yet effecting me so intensely.
His hand moved from my thigh to my inner thigh, and that's the moment I started squirming more and more from the sensitivity.
"Ah ah ah, still." He demanded, looking at me. I tried staying as still as possible and looked up at him. "I'm sensitive there..." I mumbled quietly. He smiled softly. "I know, first time?" He asked with a soft head tilt.
I nodded and looked to the side. "Hey but, just cause I'm inexperienced doesn't mean I'm clueless, okay?" I snapped at him with attitude. He chuckled quietly. "I'm sure." He answered. "Don't worry, I'll go slow." He reassured me. I felt a little relaxed and looked up at him.

He let go of my wrists and I started to rub them softly. He then moved both of his hands to the bottom of my sweater. He gave me a glance and I looked into his brown gaze, giving him all my trust. He put his hands under my sweater, and then raised it above my head. I suddenly got extremely shy and embarrassed when my bra was in view so out of immediate reaction, I covered my body up with my arms. I looked at him, he softly smiled and grabbed my arms to move them. "You're gorgeous, don't hide." He said, then leaned into my neck. I felt his soft breath on my skin and his kisses being placed from my neck, to my chest. I then giggled. "Ya know, I was wondering if I should wear lingerie today." I said, smiling up at him. He shook his head. "They all come off anyways.." He mumbled against my skin, kissing my neck again.
I looked away and pursed my lips, holding back little groans. "Quite a second date..." I whispered. He raised his head and looked at me dead in the eyes. "And whose fault was that?" He said with a small tilt of his head.
I furrowed my eyebrows and stuck my tongue out at him. When I did, he took me by surprise by taking my tongue into a tongue kiss.

He kissed me for a while, then pulled away, glancing into my eyes. "I don't blame you for being touch deprived..." He whispered, looking down at my pants. He grabbed it and slowly pulled them off. "You've been a virgin all your life, and that kiss last night was a key opening the door to your sexual desires." He explained, looking me up in the eyes.
"Wasn't it?" He asked. I looked at him in the eyes and was about to answer before I felt two fingers press against my opening through my panties. I shifted and softly groaned when I felt them slowly rub, and I rocked my hips along with it, desperate for more. I bit my lip and looked at him. "I-I..." I managed to get out but, I was too flustered to even think.
I felt the fingers press in further and slowly rub in little circles.

He came up closer to me. "Shh. The only thing I want to hear from you is 'yes, sir' or 'no, sir'. Understood?" He said, his voice full of seriousness.
I whimpered quietly. "Yes, sir..." I mumbled. I opened my eyes to see him looking at me.
"Are you comfortable with me being your first, barista?" He asked, his voice completely serious.
I looked him in the eyes and nodded. "Yes, sir." I said.
And that's all it took.

I closed my eyes in weakness, until I felt my panties coming off. I opened my eyes and closed my legs. "I'm shy..." I explained. He smiled softly, then opening my legs slowly, pressing his middle and ring finger against my opening, rubbing them in very slow and small circles. I closed my eyes again and whimpered.
As he continued and continued, I only got wetter and wetter. I felt him stop rubbing in circles, and I opened my eyes, looking up at him. He looked down at me, then pushed his fingers in slowly, his free hand grabbing my hand for support. I arched my back slightly, moaning.
His fingers began to slowly thrust into me, I felt him widening it. It felt different, it felt amazing, it felt unreal. I can't believe this is happening. Each thrust of his fingers sent shocks down every part of my body, and my brain went dumb. "Ah, someone's lost her attitude." I heard him mumble, suddenly thrusting in deep. I moaned, then whimpered, grabbing hold of the couch with my free hand for support.

"Too out of it to speak, hm?" He mumbled again, going faster with his finger work. I groaned. "Sh-Shut up." I managed to let out. He chuckled. "Ah, shut up huh? I dare you." He said, suddenly going very fast, resulting in me moaning more and louder. He eyed me down. "You can hardly keep quiet for a second, love." He mumbled.
I started to feel a knot in my stomach, tightening, and tightening, and tightening. I whimpered. "R-Regular... Please..." I begged in between breathy moans and pants. I saw him glare at me. "Sir." He corrected. I felt my entire body belong to him in that moment. "Sir... Please..." I begged. He tilted his head softly. "You're close, aren't you?" He asked, his fingers thrusting even deeper, making a grinding motion against my g-spot. I moaned out in pure ecstacy. "Y-Yes..." I groaned. He smiled softly, then started to roughly thrust into me with rhythm and speed, grinding his fingers against my g spot.
That's when I started shuffling and arched my back. I felt the knot tightening and tightening, until his last thrust. I instantly released, moaning out while I felt the knot in my stomach completely come undone. My body fell down from it's exercise and melted into the couch.
My brain went black for a second, and I couldn't think or do or hear anything. I was so deep in ecstacy.

When I gained a little more conciousness, I felt his fingers slide out and I groaned while he did so. I opened an eye to look at him. He looked at me with a warm gaze, showing me the sticky mess I made on his fingers by picking them up and separating them.
My face grew hot and I lazily slapped him, mumbling "Your fault."