Be My Princess

Keith's Kink

Fandom: Be My Princess (Love 365)

Pairing: Prince Keith x Reader

Summary: You beg your prince for more

"Keith, baby, please" you gasp, burying your face into the crook of his neck. You're riding him, balancing on his shoulders, his thick cock slipping between your folds with every thrust of his hips. It's good, so good, but it's not enough. You need him deeper, need more, and he isn't giving it to you. He's holding you up, his large hands clasped around your ass, guiding you down his cock but not enough to bottom out, pulling you back up just as his tip brushes a sweet spot.

"I can't, I - I" he stutters, punctuates every syllable with a moan, and he's losing control, you can feel it, can feel his thighs shake as his resolve weakens beneath you. You've been trying for months, to get him to fuck you properly. You've been trying to convince him you can handle it, can handle more, but he's steady in his resolve. Says he doesn't want to break you, says he's too much for you, latches his mouth to your nipple to shut you up, swirling his tongue and suckling on the bud until you forget what you had been asking for.

But tonight, tonight you're done. Absolutely fed up with meeting him halfway, only getting a taste of what he's packing. Done with knowing he could give you more intense orgasms, but isn't. He's bigger than you, and you can't exactly bend him the way you want, but you do have an ass, an ass he loves, and you can bend his will. Using the only leverage you have, you dig your nails into his shoulders, eliciting a yelp, before pushing yourself up off his cock and onto the bed. He's panting, his head lolled back but he meets your eyes anyways, and it's part confusion and part guilt, and you almost feel bad.

Almost.

"You can do better than this, I know you can." You cross your arms, in part to look bigger, in part to shield your perky nipples from his gaze, and that catches his attention.

"_____, I'm trying to be gentle. I don't want to hurt you." It's the same old tired excuse, but the pout of his lips is truly irresistible, and you forgive yourself for not standing up to him sooner.

"I know how big your cock is, I'm looking at it right now, and I want it. All of it." your voice comes out much stronger, much sharper than you had anticipated, and it stuns him, punches the air right from his lungs. He falls back to the headboard, staring at you. "Such a naughty princess. You're sure?"

"Of course I'm sure." You state, voice clear and firm, but he still doesn't budge, still resting against the headboard, his eyes on you, expression unreadable.

So you offer some encouragement, turning around so your bare ass is in his field of vision, bringing one hand up to your chest, the other down to your clit, dragging two wet fingers through your folds and around to your ass. He takes a sharp inhale, and you know you have his attention. Turning your head to face him, you find his eyes, and as his meet yours, you whine out,
"Please," and that gets him. Within seconds, he's pressed up against your back, grinding his hips into your ass, still rock hard and ready for you.

"Tell me if it's too much," he murmurs into your ear, biting along your lobe as his hands drag up your thighs. You don't answer, only press back into him in response, encouraging him to do something.

And he does.

Reaching up with one hand, he rolls your left nipple between his fingers, giving you a little pinch, and you cry out, fall towards the wall as he presses his cock into you. He's leaking, can feel it drip down your ass, and the stretch is better than you had ever imagined. He starts to move, and he fills you up so nicely, can feel every thrust in your gut. It's too much, way too much, but in the best way possible, and you make a mental note to yell at him for keeping what you know are going to be incredible orgasms from you for so long.

Between Keith's groaning, and the slap of his hips against your ass, the sounds in the room are filthy, echo off the walls and right into your core, and you're close, so close. You know he can feel you clenching around him, don't even need to tell him your close.
"You like this? You like it when I fill you up like this?" he grunts into your ear, and with one punctuated thrust, he shoves you hard against the wall, your face pressed up against the cool surface, and the amount of contact on your sweaty skin has you seeing stars.

You can't answer him, can't seem to find your voice, so you moan instead, loud and throaty. You don't think it can get any better than this, until he drags the hand that had been taking care of your breasts up to your throat, pressing until your gasping for air, and the other down to your clit, drawing quick circles with his thumb, and it's so delicious, so incredibly good.

Just as you're about to cum, he drags his cock out of you, completely emptying you and you whine as your pussy clenches around nothing, before he slams back into you, lifting you off your feet and into the wall. He thrusts once, twice, three times, and then it's over for the both of you. White hot spurts of his cum filling you up as you find your own release, thighs trembling, pussy dripping. He fucks you through your orgasm, reverting back to slow, shallow thrusts.

Keith releases his chokehold, and you sigh at the influx of air as he kisses up the column of your throat, caressing your hips, squeezing your ass. Once you've stopped clenching around him, once both of your breathing has settled, he spins you around, pulls you to his chest. He's sweaty hair clinging to his flushed skin, and you pepper kisses along his collarbone, drag your fingernails up his bicep the way you know he likes. You can feel him smile into your hair as he says, "That was incredible,"

"No shit," you grumble, pushing yourself away from his chest, "glad to know my boyfriend is capable of fucking me properly."

"Hey!" he says indignantly, "I was just trying to take care of you."

"Oh yeah?" you cock your head to the side, take in the glistening of his abs and the drops of your cum on his thighs.
"How about you prove it, come take care of me in the shower, too." you say, turning back around and heading for the bathroom. All it takes is one glimpse of your ass bouncing away, and he's right behind you again.