#I apologise for the wait anon... I sure hope he was worth waiting for 😏

[cyberllfe]

600 - Shag me - RK900

hi, anon. bet you thought I'd forgotten about you, hmm? oh, no. here's your nines. 600 words, dom!nines, rated E. want a turn? prompt me.

Air is forced from your lungs when your back hits the wall.

You don’t care. Every thought in your dazed mind is of Nines’ mouth and its hot path along your jaw, your neck, lips soft, tongue probing, and teeth—

A gasp escapes you when he nips at your skin and you tighten your legs around his waist and claw at his shoulders so he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t make a sound, but you feel the shape of his lips change against your skin; you’re sure he’s smirking at you as you lose control.

“Nines…”

When you exhale, your breath is shaky. He only nips at your neck in place of an answer.

“Please…”

Devious lips still on you, Nines’ breath brushes your skin, warm and ticklish, and you shiver a little as he slides a hand up your thigh to adjust how you sit against him. All at once you have a new reason to gasp, pressing so close to where you want him as he rocks back and forth.

“Say that again.”

“Pl—ah—”

Sharp teeth graze the sensitive slope of your neck and he presses his hips into yours, short-circuiting your effort to speak. The words you’d intended, the ones he wanted, lost in a choked gasp.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Nines,” you whine, nails digging into his scalp, “plea—”

Long fingers wrap around your neck and squeeze, cutting you off again. Nines’ face swims in front of you, eyes burning into yours, with the faintest twitch of his lips; he’s enjoying this, making you compliant and then complicating your obedience for his pleasure.

It’s infuriating to be so close and continually denied, to want and be prevented from asking. When Nines lowers his lips to yours, it’s to taunt you again, a faint kiss bestowed by a curved smile, just another way to stop you speaking. Same as ever he knows what you want, he just wants you mindless and desperate for him first.

You breathe in moans while he grinds his cock against your pulsing entrance, snatching all the oxygen he allows, faint tears in your eyes from the exertion and the time spent on the dizzying edge of pleasure. Even Nines isn’t quiet anymore: he murmurs honeyed humiliations in your ear, says your attempts to please are pathetic, but you look so pretty when you try. His laugh reverberates in his chest when you try to speak again and you feel almost suffocated by his presence, everywhere except where you need him most.

It’s when he pulls away and you lose the hard press of him against your swollen clit that you dig your fingers into his skin, creating white patches where you apply pressure, and beg him to fuck you. The words flee from your mouth in a half-coherent mess of frustration and desire, arms and legs pulling with laughable human strength to keep his naked form to you, dreading the moment he denies you again.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he presses into you fluidly, leaning close to watch you take him, murmuring soft encouragement. His thrusts send your ears buzzing, the new friction incredible after your wait. When he asks you a question you nod and he laughs again, peppering your hot skin with delicate kisses as he drives into you harder, pushing you closer until you’re pleading for permission to come.

Nines doesn’t give it until you’re screaming for him. Strong, inhuman arms hold you as you shake and spiral. He marks you from the inside, soothing you with gentle hands and words you listen for and miss—all except one.

“Mine.”