Blood In The Water | Pillarmen x Fem!Reader

9| Dirty Mutt

Anticipation kills. Kars can feel his soul, desire, all of it pulsing and crawling beneath his skin as he waits at the foot of his love's bed.

(Y/n) is not as impatient as he. She watches him practically shake with excitement, noting how he twitches and shifts with each subtle flick of her gaze, always trying to find a better way to appeal, to present himself. To be desirable is pain.  

He is so sure, so positively sure, that what they need is better connection. Talking is done, favors are done, but the sort of bodily connection he so craves has yet to be accomplished. The hammering of his heart shoots down between his legs as he stares, and waits.

"You believe I just need some sort of sexual gratification to finally give in, is that it?" He nods at her question. "You're one stupid man. Following me back from the river half-dressed, harassing me while I eat, you sound like you're the one that really wants it."

"As much as I crave to taste every bit of you between my teeth, I will wait however long I need to just so I can have you in full, every inch of you."

"How romantic. You make me sick." She spat. "I can see your boner right now."

"I can't help but get excited at just the thought of you. Don't you see what you do to me?"

"I see that you're a waste of time, that's all."

"Then let me prove that I'm not, I promise I can change your mind if you let me."

"I'm not gonna let you prove shit, you're not getting a free ticket to fuck-town." (Y/n) said, kicking one of her legs out. "You wanna prove something? Do it with just that."

Her boot slammed heavily into the ground beside him, like a shot into the distance it erupted a loud thud, and Kars stared in question. "...Your leg?"

"You're not worth much more than a dog, I've made that clear. So go ahead and do what you need to do, and cum on my boot like the dirty mutt you are, how's that?"

(Y/n) nearly grinned when she imagined the defeated look he'd give her, the sorry walk he'd make out of her hut when he saw the situation hopeless. She wasn't prepared to find an ecstatic expression on his face when he finally faced her.

"Can I really?"

She scoffed. "You can try. Not much you'll be able to do to impress me."

Almost too eager, he'd mounted her in a single swift movement, and with that final contact, she could feel every tremor he made, each subtle movement she couldn't have made out otherwise.

It's just a portion. A slice of the whole he is meant to have, destined to take. And yet, for nearly a half hour, he takes that slice and savors it, slowly, deliberately. He puts on a show, asks if she likes what she sees, and she waves him off.

But she can't much deny that the sight of a man like him, terribly degraded and desperate, does something. What something? Well, she isn't much sure of that. 

His head presses to her knee in a nearly tired bow, though his energy is everything but gone, going into making sure he pleasures both himself, and the one-woman audience. Gentle, slow rocking, fluctuates between fast and hard movements, and with each hump he feels himself steadily climb the ladder to bliss.

And then something happens. There's a mumbling, too low and too secretive to hear. 

"What's that?" (Y/n) said, lifting her leg a bit and making him whimper. "I can't hear you."

He mutters something again, and still, she cannot hear. 

"Come on, pick your head up. You know I can't hear you."

And still, he does not listen.

In a growing fit of anger, she snatches a fistful of his thick, purple hair and yanks his head back. He hisses and groans with the tug, and his dreamy head floating with wonderful things is exposed to have an expression of near awe, admiration.

"Thank you." And that's it. It's all he says, over and over. He keeps up his act, and rocks his hips into her leg even more, though now his eyes are forced to meet hers, and he can't help but smile.

"What's with that stupid look on your face?"

"You're so beautiful, so gorgeous."

"I don't need your empty compliments. Get through your rut like a good dog." She snaps his head around again, and a low rumble vibrates through his chest. "I bet you fucking liked that, didn't you? Filthy thing, you really are nothing more than a nasty mutt. Come, now."

His body seizes and each muscle could be seen winding beneath his skin. Nails dug crescents into her skin like their deed in the night had left its evidence for the morning, and Kars waits. Did he do good? Was that enough? Will she finally have him now?

"Are you done?"

Thick splotches clung to her skin in white masses, and Kars shrinks in on himself, shuffling off of her leg awkwardly. It seems the reality of her emotions may have finally become clear. "Do you want more?"

"No. Quite frankly, I'm good." Wiping her leg off with a palm leaf by her bedside, she wordlessly throws it into the corner of the room and turns the other way on her bed. She is asleep, but he is wide awake.

He doesn't know what he did wrong. Did he just ruin his chances? Was this some sort of test? Did he not last long enough?

What did he do?