#tw dom reader
—this ain’t a fair fight!
pairing: loid forger x fem!reader
warnings: smut, bondage, slightly dom!reader (no pegging tho), riding, nipple play (fem!receiving), teasing, loid has horse cock (but we already know that hmmm)
a/n: this was supposed to be an uzui tengen drabble at first but i changed it last minute sorry uzui stans :(
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Post-sex with Loid Forger is truly blissful.
Normally, you can never catch him off guard. He’s expecting the unexpected at all times— even in his sleep, you recall, from all the times he fully wakes up when you merely shuffle in bed next to him.
But now, with sweat seeping from his skin, making the strands of his pretty blond hair stick to his forehead, his eyes are closed in peace. His breathing has evened out from shallow gasps, muscled chest rising and falling at a steady pace. You stroke his cheek and he moves into your palm lovingly. A part of you feels bad to ask him now when he’s feeling quite domestic, but you know you won’t have the confidence to tell him any other time.
“Loid.”
“Hmm?”
“…Why don’t you ever let me be on top?”
Blue eyes flicker wide open to gaze at you. “Huh?”
“W-well…” Your hands drop to the sheets, fiddling with the seams, as if that could hide your furious flush. “Every time I’m on top, you flip us over.”
“That’s not—”
“Everytime.”
You watch as he reflects, his eyebrows knitting together slightly in concentration. “D’you not like it when I take over?”
“Well, of course I like it.” You giggle at the bluntness of his question. “I just want to be in control the whole time, one time. So… would you let me?”
Loid stills. He hates feeling out of control, despises when his missions go wrong because of the stupidity of others. But he also knows you won’t do anything he won’t like. You know him better than anyone, and he trusts you, fully.
He reminds himself this as he tugs at the binds around his wrists, keeping him pinned to the head frame of the bed.
“Does it hurt?” You ask, fingers trailing down to trace the dips of his abs, easing his tensed muscles.
Loid is about to scoff out a “No”, but you’ve lowered yourself onto him, slipping his length into you in one quick motion. He groans loudly, embarrassingly loud, and his wrists ache in pain from wanting to cover his mouth.
“Fuck.” You flutter around him involuntarily, making him gasp. Loid curses himself. How can he lose his composure this quickly? It’s not fair, really, how you’ve got him like this, beading with sweat and straining in complete pleasure, and you’re not even movingyet—
You rise up on your knees and swiftly drop back down, repeating the motion until you find a steady pace to work with.
“I-is this okay?”
Loid faintly processes what you’re saying and nods, in fear that he’ll bite his tongue off if he attempts to formulate any words. Your pretty tits hang over his face, bouncing with every grind of your hips and enticing him to lean up as much as he can to wrap his lips around one of your peaks.
“Ah, Loid—”
He sucks hard to muffle his moans, rolling your nipple against his teeth. You noticeably shudder, slowing down your motions to arch your back.
Loid takes it as an opportunity to plant his feet into the bed and thrust upwards.
“L-Loid!”
You grasp onto his shoulders, whining at the feel of him throbbing inside of you. “No, you have to let me do it.”
“But isn’t this so much better?” He thrusts up harshly at this, watching tears immediately prick your eyes in pleasure. He does it again and again, watching you turn to putty in his hands— his tied hands— and it makes a twinge of pride run through his veins.
And then he stops, giving you a chance to breathe without the brutal force of his cock. When you look at him confused, he raises a brow back. “Go on.”
“But…” You try to grind on him again, but it doesn’t feel the same, especially not after that. Loid knows this too, eyes glinting in success. Before you can even ask him, he’s above you, the ropes tying him undone, his cock kissing your cervix as he pushes in deep. But you don’t complain, not at all, because you always like it when he’s in control.
