#y'all i cant lie this was sitting in my files from when i watched disco last year

[dreamy-demons]

Beg to Serve

Pairing: Mirror!Lorca x Reader (could be read as an alternate universe Burnham also?)

Content: Oral (m receiving), boot worship, exhibitionism, name calling, praise, major power imbalance, thus kinda dubcon, hint of stockholm syndrome?

Word count: ~500 words

Lorca gazes down at the woman lounging at the foot of his throne, head on his lap. His queen. His greatest acquisition. He had travelled across universes to find her and it had been worth everything. Lorca loved the version of her from his own universe, but she had been too difficult. No matter how he tried to tame her she would resist him. But this one? This one was perfect. She was so malleable and had become just as infatuated with him as he was with her.

She nuzzles at his thigh, begging to please him. His knees fall open and she positions herself between them. Her eyes never leave his as she strokes her hands up his leather-clad thighs lovingly. The guards lining the walls know to avert their eyes. They wouldn't dare stare, and the thought of their fear only made him grow harder.

She works deftly to free his cock and Lorca brings a hand to her hair in anticipation.

“Go ahead darling, you know how I like it.”

His queen lays a kiss on his head, before wrapping her lips around it. The velvety warmth of her mouth has him drawing in a sharp breath. Her tongue explores him at a leisurely pace and he grips the arm of his throne to stop himself from shoving her head down and taking her throat hard.

“That's a good girl.” He hisses. His grip is white-knuckled now, and he slides her off his cock with a slick pop.

“Look at you, you're perfect.” He traces her cheek with his thumb. “I can't hold myself back, I need to fuck your throat. Squeeze my arm if it gets too much, okay?” She nods and licks her lips as Lorca brings her back onto his cock. His pace is brutal as he grunts above her. A smirk graces his lips when he sees his queen still trying to reach down between her legs despite how hard he fucks her throat.

“Ah ah, no touching yet.” She whines but her hand falls away nonetheless. “When you're finished I want to see you make yourself cum on my boot like the desperate whore that you are.”

Neither of them can stop the eager moans that escape their lips, picturing his matte black boots turned shiny by her slick. The way she would rut against him, clutching his thigh as he reminds her that this is what she was made for. Perhaps he would even let the guards watch her this time. Let the whole empire watch, lest they forget who she belongs to.

As the feeling of impending release hits him, he jerks her head down hard and groans as he pulses deep into her throat. Panting, he collapses back against his throne, watching as she hungrily swallows all of his seed.

When he comes down from his high he looks down to find her already grinding against that boot.

Good girl.