Blood In The Water | Pillarmen x Fem!Reader

12🍋| Pretty Puppy

VERY poor kars service for those still reading

wamuu, your ass is next-

also i suck at this forgive me :(

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He's on his knees again, though not nearly as enthusiastic as before. 

She sees it, this bitter allowance of something cruel, his rage burns behind his eyes. Before, he had trembled with a weak restraint to love you the way he wished, but now he holds himself back from simply doing it out of spite.

It's the same scene all over again. A moons poor light spills through the cut in the huts wall, its body whispering amateur's poem in the soft waves. 

(Y/n) thinks, for a moment. His kneeling will only last another minute before he'll be fed up with waiting, and do as he pleases. What is it she could change about this test, that will have him back on his leash?

Kars looks up at her through his brows. His face, usually a portrait of adoration, ruined with a scowl. He grumbles, "Well, aren't you going to have me whine against your leg like before? Go on, I know you're waiting for me to go back to your allowing servant."

(Y/n) shakes her head. It is then, the little devil dancing on her shoulder speaks its advice, a nasty idea, 'talk him up',  it says, 'then bring him back down'.

(Y/n) adjusts her spot on the poor bedding, scooting back as far as she could, and resting against the wall. He watches with intrigue as she pats the thick of her thigh in emphasis, and beckons him over with the flex of her finger.

"Come on. Take a seat."

He hesitates a moment, but crawls forward anyhow, settling the entirety of himself onto her single thigh and awaiting whatever command should follow.

Kars waits for her to come to the realization she's cornered herself, her body tucked into the joining of the wall, pinned by his weight on her leg, light obscured by his large cut figure. But instead there came silence in place of recognition, and a sneaking hand sliding along his waist. It makes him freeze.

It was a serpent; something wicked and vile, how her hand dawdled up and down his waist, tracing the curve it made to his hips, the quiet, barely noticeable groan she let slip through her teeth.

But it was noticeable to him; he had snapped up at the sound, the wordless sign of approval he had done something right. 

His eyes followed as her fingers traced up his torso, leaving feather-light touches where they tread, the cold of their tips making him shiver as they bit his skin. But where they did linger, a melting warmth that made him sigh.

The anger he held so tightly before, it still remained, however slight. In the back of his head, Kars begged himself, do not give in so easily! But how could he not, as his love had finally given him this chance to be so close.

He got drunk off the little breaths she let out, the quiet huffs of arouse as she truly recognized him in this moment-- he finally felt treasured, his body reacted without thought and presented itself a bit better. 

His legs spread wider on either side of hers, his chest puffed out and he whimpered at the attention, for just a single second.

"Look at you, so angry at me before..." (Y/n) dragged her fingers on the inside of his thigh, watching as something twitched beneath his cloth. "...And now you can barely manage a pout."

Oh, he liked this. This secret in the dark, those words so demeaning but so heavy with hot. It was damn-near the hardest thing in the world not to groan when she took him by the hip and tugged him forward on her thigh, dragging his half-hard dick along its soft but thick build.