#this is so short and self indulgent I’m not adding more tags djskks

[cherrysha]

Feel

Pairing: Uvogin x Reader

A/N: if you follow me then this topic was probably expected...

Word Count: 700

Warnings: Maybe masochism, pain play

“Hurts Uvo” you whine, hips unsuccessfully bucking away from his iron grip. Right now his warm hands feel like they’re branding you, clamped tight to your hips as he keeps you propped up on your knees. He’d wanted to try this, said it’d make you feel so so good, but right now all you could feel was a dull pinch deep in your womb. 

“Yeah,” he croons, a thumb rubbing circles into the skin of your hips, “but doesn’t it feel good too?” 

You’re shaking your head ‘no’, no it did not feel good. It felt like Uvo was pressing against something he aught not to, pushing his length too deep against something too sensitive. Forcing you to make room when there was none. 

“Just relax” he groans, his head lolling back as his eyes close.

 “let yourself really feel it…” with his last words he’s slowly pushing in deeper, deeper until you swear the pain is turning into an ache that won’t go away.

But you try, as you always do for Uvo, breathing in deep before willing yourself to loosen the tight clamp you have on his cock. 

It takes a moment, more than a moment if you’re being honest, but you start to feel it. A budding sense of pleasure swirling to the forefront of your mind with every languid thrust Uvo unleashed upon your cervix. It was a different type of pleasure, unlike the overwhelming feeling of touching your clit with too much pressure, it felt like your whole body lit up at his consistent prodding of your insides, despite the pain it caused. 

“Feelin’ it now sweetheart?” 

You could hear the cocky grin in his voice, could just picture the sharp flash of his white teeth as you slowly sank your upper body into the mattress. 

“I think so- Ah!” Uvo’s hips slam against yours, forcing his cock even deeper, increasing the pressure on your poor cervix until you felt like screaming, before pulling back and repeating the action again, and again, and again. 

And inexplicably ur pussy opens up to the sensation instead of clamping down. You get so much wetter when your cervix is being bullied, so much looser. It’s like ur pussy wants him that close to your womb, craves every brutal thrust from the man above you.

There’s still an ache, a feeling of being stuffed too full, but the new pace has your mind blanking, drool pooling on the sheets below you as a rhythmic “Ah! Ah! Ah!” Falls from your lips.

“Thaaats it” Uvo growls, “just let me in sweetheart.”

And you do, oh god you do. You can’t help it, not when every nerve ending is being lit on fire so succinctly. 

“Please!-“ your hands are clawing the sheets in an effort to get up, to get away before you break. You don’t know what you’re begging for. More, less, it doesn’t matter. It’s all too much, too much pain, too much pleasure. You’re strung so tight that when you cum it’s with a scream, tears streaming down your face as Uvo continues to pound you into oversensitivity. 

His hands are the only thing keeping your hips up as he continues to fuck you senseless, and you’re past the point of cognizance, past the point of caring as your orgasm ebbs through you. It doesn’t seem to be stopping, the tip of Uvo’s thick cock preventing you from coming down with every slick bump into the sensitive end of you. 

When he finally takes pity on you, and you know that’s what it is; Uvo could go for hours if he wanted to, your face is wet from the puddle of tears and saliva you’d unwittingly left on the bed. He cums with a groan, pushing as deep as he can go and making another whine escape your wet throat. 

He’s hauling your body up, a gush of his release leaving you as he flips your spent body over, chuckling at the dazed look on your face, the gloss of your wet swollen lips, before covering them with his own. 

 “Feel good baby?”