#abyss prince aether smut

— pairing; abyss prince aether x female reader

— warnings;aether being a mean dom, unprotected sex

thinking about abyss prince aether punishing you. he’s a mean dom, of course, so his punishments always have some degree of pain to them.

aether, who bends you over his knee and slaps the soft flesh of your ass, the backs of your thighs, hard enough to leave a mark, watching in dark satisfaction as you cry out, wriggling in ineffectual escape. aether, who drags his nails across the reddened, tender flesh, sensing your desire, and receives the same reaction as before; a shudder and a moan and the shameless circling of your hips. your body shuddering almost in anticipation as you wait for the next harsh blow; because there is always a next blow.

aether, who watches you impassively as you suck him off on bended knee as he reclines upon his throne. the only help he gives you is a momentary lift of his hips, so that you can yank his trousers and boxer briefs out of the way. your tongue swirls around the plush head of his cock, flickering along the tender underside, licking him up and down with long drawing pulls. aether who sneers at you and calls you a slut and a whore when he hears the moan of bliss vibrating in your throat, when he sees you moaning and clutching at him as if you’ll die if he denies you. 

aether, who makes you work for your pleasure. who watches as you place the wide crest of his cock between the lips of your cleft, rubbing him back and forth, coating him with the slickness of your desire. your gaze never leaves his; you look at him, only to see a stranger looking back at you, daring you, taunting you with his detachment. letting the first thick inch push inside your walls, spreading you open, before slamming your hips down, crying out as he stretches you out almost unbearably to the point of fullness. digging your knees into the seat of his throne, you set your hands on either side of his and lift, pulling off him, your trembling sex clinging tightly. aether, who grips the armrest tight, preventing himself from reaching out to help you as you frantically pump your hips up and down, taking the pleasure he stubbornly refuses to give.