Karma x F. Reader (will be referred to as she/her through most this because (Y/N) is cringe)
this will be hard smut, so don't proceed if you're not into that. I headcanon Karma with a big dick. (:
Like the title? I'm funny. >wO
tags:
throat fucking, ahegao, rough sex, spit, degrading uhhh yeah lol teenage hormones, unprotected sex and they fuck like animals or something because i said so, also reader refers to him as master but if daddy is your thing then just change it out in your mind. :)
Warning: my grammar sucks
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"We don't have to do this if you don't want to."
Karma stood tall, dressed in his white button-up from his school uniform and generic white boxers. Sweat dribbled down his neck due to the current tension that swallowed the room whole as these two teenagers were about to proceed into unknown territory. A girl was kneeled in front of his legs with her fingers cupped around the rim of his underwear.
"No, this is...I'm fine."
Her breaths were deep and shaky and her cheeks were burning. Slowly, she pulled down his boxers to uncover the thick bulge that had been hiding behind it. Once she pulled it down far enough it fell on its own, revealing 5 inches of half-hard cock, which flung out from his clothes and smeared pre-cum on her cheek. It startled her, both the warm touch of his tip on her skin and the unfamiliar liquid that now stained her face.
Karma bent his knees a little, reaching his hands over hers before standing straight again, guiding her hands and wrapping them around the girth of his cock. She looked up at him nervously, worried about how her inexperience might negatively affect his pleasure. He gently caressed her hair in response. "Don't worry, take it slow," was the implication of his gesture. This kind of vulnerability from Karma was new to her; the way he treated and spoke to her so gently while he looked at her with this flush of red across his face was like he was a different person. They were opening up their hearts to each other, sexually, for the first time (if it wasn't evident enough). She wanted to please him, so she focused back on what was in front of her.
Her fingers covered the width of his length, the veins pulsing slightly every so often, pumping up and down to excite his phallus to full length as her pink tongue flicked against the crease of his tip to savor the precum that leaked out of it. Karma's breathing become heavy; feeling the soft skin of a women stroking his member was a new sensation compared to...well, doing it on his own. His cock grew to a full 8 inches between her hands, and as it hung, she could only stare in awe.
'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I have to put this whole thing down my throat, but what if I choke and he thinks that's gross? Or what if I make a weird face? Or what if-'
"Kiss it."
Karma's voice broke her paranoid train of thought. The way he looked at her now, like a needy child and yet, at the same time, very demanding. So she listened. Keeping one hand at the base and another at the middle of his length, she held it somewhat straight in front of her and planted a kiss right on the tip. Then another one of the left, one on the right, one here and one there. She could still feel his gaze and the change of aura consumed her. Intimidating, making her feel so small and at his command. While the idea might have been frightening in other circumstances, this was different. She loved it. Her body was burning, and god knows how she felt in other unspoken places.
'More, more....' They both thought to themselves. Maybe it was the teenage hormones taking over and corrupting their minds, but they both let whatever it was take over them.
Her trail of kisses made it back to the tip of his cock and again she could taste the precum on her lips. She opened her lips and shoved herself down on a third of his cock, those few inches snuggled between the walls of her mouth and throat. He flinched in surprise with the sudden advancement and his hands instinctively gripped at her hair, pushing her towards his pelvis and forcing himself further down her throat. She gagged, a reflection of her amateur abilities, but slowly managed to get her mouth sucking back and forth on the four inches of cock lodged in her esophagus. Karma's pride caused him to keep his lips shut, holding in any moans that might try to escape from his mouth and only let out small grunts and groans. His head was hunched over and he began to buck his hips at the same pace as her, gradually pushing in more of his length down her throat to fully immerse himself in this newfound pleasure. The way she attempted to swallow even more of his cock despite her lack of ability, speeding up her slow and gentle sucks with more aggression and hunger; the spit that dribbled down her chin and the sounds of her choking while she moaned drove Karma over the edge. With one swift and violent thrust of his hips, he drove his length balls deep into her throat and held her head still. Startled, her hands fell apart from his cock and held onto the side of his thighs, the tips of her fingers digging into his skin as her gags became more frequent; she was choking on his cock. His prankster attitude that worked hand in hand with his sadism was now purely sadistic, a feeling that was evident by the way he pulled his hips centimeters away from her face only to ram it forward again. He moved his hands from the top of her head to the side, putting his thumbs over her eyelids and pulling them up towards her forehead.
"Look at me while I'm fucking you."
His voice was raspy, rid of the anxiety he had at the beginning of their sessions and full of control. Obediently she switched her focus to Karma's face, staring at him with her beady little eyes and bubbles of spit between her lips and the base of his cock.
"Good girl."
He pulled his hips back until all that was left in her mouth was the tip of his member before slamming forward, making her kiss the base of his cock once more. He did this again, and again, and again. Her hands softened their grips on his thighs as to allow him to roughen up with his skull fucking. The slow movements of his hips eventually became rapid and uncoordinated; the squishy-ness of her tongue, the wet but warm cave that was her mouth and the ugly gagging that came with her struggles of handling his large phallus in such a small room only heightened his erotic senses. The final kicker was how her eyes spoke to him. Even though they were filled with tears as she struggled to breathe, they begged for his animalistic behavior and to continue being used in such a degrading manner. She didn't have to be nervous anymore, because the way he reacted showed how much he craved this...how much he craved her. His low grunts and groans finally broke out into a loud moan. She saw him biting at his lip and could feel him pulsating, growing in her throat.
"Shit, I'm..."
He let go of her eye lids and shifted his hands to the back of head head, gripping tight again before ramming her skull against his pelvis at the same time as he thrusted his hips. Too eager to relieve the tense sensation he felt in his balls, he disregarded her well-being for a minute and used her like an object. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. To think that she imaged a romantic night with vanilla-like sex, maybe scented candles and slow foreplay to start, and what she got was the complete opposite. 'But I love this so much more...~'
Her fantasies were cut short with a sudden half of movement, paused with all eight inches down her throat and a gush of fluid that drowned her insides. Warm, thick, and sticky, but she couldn't make out a taste. When he came, he let out a loud moan and tilted his head back, followed by a sigh of satisfaction. He kept her face at the base of his cock until he was finished unloading his sperm, patting the back of her head to encourage her to swallow every drop. Once he was empty, his fingers released their grasp on her hair and little by little, he pulled his member out of her mouth before resting it against her face. She gasped for air now that she was given permission to breathe and coughed up strings of spit. With his saliva covered penis resting on her fucked up face, she stared at Karma, waiting for praise or any further instructions. He only pet her hair gently.
"Good girl. You liked, that didn't you?" Despite his newfound confidence, his cheeks were still crimson red and he could barely vocalize words between his pants.
"Yes."
"Yes, Master."
"Yes...Master."
Those very words were a huge power trip for Karma and stroked his ego just the way he liked it. She was all his, and he was all hers. The established that he had dominate control over her, and that she was meant to obey his every command.
He slumped himself down on the couch behind him, letting his member hang between his man-spreading legs. He patted his thigh to signal her to come sit on his lap, and she did. With her back against his chest, she felt him breathing in and out from his lungs. She wiped her spit ridden face with her sleeves to become seem more presentable. He planted a soft kiss on her collarbone and worked his way to her neck, waiting patiently for her to finish up before advancing any further.
"Take off your pants for me."
He mumbled against her skin. She wiggled both her pants and underwear off her lower half, assuming that he would want her undergarments removed anyway. Instinctively, she spread her legs wide enough to comfortably fit a hand between her thighs.......
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and that's it. I'm not sure if there's an audience for this kind of stuff, so I'll be publishing a first half to see the kind of responses I get. If positive, I write more! If not, I no write. :)
To those who did enjoy this, thanks!
For those who didn't, I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable.
I will also be taking requests for smut if you guys would rather prefer I write about someone else. I don't like vanilla though it's boring </3.
Until next time!
