C.O.D MEN MINI FICS

GAZ x READER

TAGS/WRITERS NOTE

GAZxAFABREADER

In which the reader is going through sub-training with Gaz.

No gendered pronouns, 'you' is the only term used.

Fingering, restraints, begging, instructions, slight orgasm denial/edging

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Gaz' tall frame stands behind you. Your head rests against his thigh, hands tied together behind your back. The man is leaned forward, looming over you with one hand tangled into your hair while the other sits between your thighs. His fingers pump in and out of you at a ruthless pace that makes you want to squirm. He hooks his fingers, humming gently as a high-pitched noise escapes your throat. "That's it, sweet thing." He coos, a cheshire grin spread across his features.

His grip on your hair tightens, pulling your head back lightly. His gaze meets yours, a small smirk spreading across his features as he takes in the absolute fucked-out look on your face. He leands down so his face is hovering only a few inches from yours. "Gonna cum?" He questions, voice quiet and soft, dripping with an almost mocking sense of misplaced kindness.

You whimpered, nodding along to the sentence frantically, trying to muster up whatever answer you could give. This was hour two of what felt like an endless session. Your training with Gaz hadn't ever been quite so extreme-- something that was his request. He wanted to ease you into it, slow and gentle. He was like this with many things, but only ever so strict with this. 

He hadn't stopped his movement, if anything, it'd gotten faster and more persistent in an attempt to stop you from answering which was a surefire way to earn yourself some sort of punishment, which you were sure he was aiming for. "Y--... yes" You breathed out, finally able to allow the words to escape. 

Gaz' hand removed itself from your hair, now traveling to your throat. His grip is firm but not enough to cut off your breathing or to cut off your voice. "What was that?" He snapped out, tone suddenly shifting. His fingers had finally stopped, allowing you a moment to catch your breath and gather your thoughts just a bit.

"Sir-- yes, yes sir. I'm sorry, sir." I whispered quietly, heavy breaths escaping your chest.

He yanks you closer, eyes catching yours. You know better than to break the contact, eyes shifting his as you took out a few panted breaths. "What do you do when you want to cum?"

"I-..." His movements continue, pace quickened and even. You're not sure how many fingers he's got shoved inside you— you're not even sure how to think right now, the only thing that's on your mind is the building pleasure in your abdomen.

"Come on, doll. What do you say?" Gaz watched through heavy-lidded eyes as you squirmed for him, hips bucking against his hand as you basically fucked yourself on his fingers.

"I... I should beg when I wanna cum, sir..." You breathed out, words broken and barely audible. You struggled to stand still, to focus on whatever was being told to you or asked of you, to speak.

"Yeah, sweetheart. When you want to cum, you should beg. Go ahead, beg me to let you cum on my fingers." He encouraged gently, placing his hand on your lower abdomen.

A broken whimper escaped your throat as his slender fingers press into your abdomen, his fingers hooking up directly against that oh-so perfect spot inside you. Your hands grip each other until your knuckles are white, you're sure of it. Through pleasured noises and sighs, you try to speak. "Please, sir-- fuck, please--" Your self-control was slipping by the second, body sagging forward against Gaz'.  "Please, sir— fuck, please. Please make—"

You're cut off quickly with a harsh slap to the face. You whimpered gently at the contact, eyes snapping towards Gaz' stern gaze. His actions had paused as his eyes bore into yours. "May I cum." He corrected, "No, better yet, may I please cum on your fingers, sir." His tone is dripping what can only be described as some sort of disappointment as he let out a semi-annoyed sighed, "We can do this all night, baby. Try it again."

You licked over your lower lip, breathing gently as you shifted, "Sir, may I please cum on your fingers? Please sir, please let me make a huge fucking mess for you, please I need to cum." You pleaded, words broken and shaky.

Gaz nodded, seemingly happy with your fix. "That's good, baby. Much better, sweet thing." He praised with a small smile on his lips. He breathed gently, the pace of his fingers began to quicken inside you. "Go on, then." He encouraged as his free hand reached down to rub circles against your aching clit.

You let out a deep sigh, eyes squeezing closed tightly. "Fuck, fuck." You sound pathetic, you know it. The way your voice bends and breaks with each incoherent word that falls from your lips. The small whimpers that escape as you feel Gaz' fingers curl inside you, hitting perfectly against your g-spot. He doesn't stop as your body slumps itself forward into him, he's the only thing keeping you upright, all of your weight pressed against him with your head rested securely against his thigh.

He can feel the way your walls tighten around his digits, can see it in the way you cannot stop moving, hear it in the lewd moans that leave your mouth and the almost obnoxiously wet clicking noises that fill the room with each movement of his hand. You're close, just about to cum. Gaz maneuvers his hand back just a bit, post himself to get an angle that allows him deeper access.

You groaned the moment you felt it, the pleasure was overwhelming. It knocked into you like a ton of bricks, bursting through your body almost violently. Waves of pleasure rushed over your body, panted breaths escaping your throat as You finally felt the sensation subside and Gaz' fingers slowing. He was milking the orgasm from you, helping you ride it out until he was positive it was over. You whimpered, head shaking as you felt Gaz' fingers continuing to toy with your clit— even through your haze, you managed to squeak out a little, "Please sir, no more clit..."

A chuckle rumbles in his chest as he pulls his hands away. He nodded, "Fair enough, darlin."
Gaz' head drops as he pulls his fingers from your body. He growls out lowly, bringing his fingers to your mouth. "Open." He commanded.

Your lips part, and the moment they do, his fingers are exploring the inside of your mouth. "You're always so eager to please." He speaks, watching you suck on his fingers. You can't tell if it's a compliment or not. "Look at you..." He coos, head tilting. "You'll be perfect for me in no time."