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Every problem implies its own solution. However, often it takes setting aside our preferences in order to see it.

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Rather fond of this panel in particular

Pride - (NSFW)

Top!reader x sub!Feitan (short drabble)

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CW: Voice kink, praise kink, Feitan gets ridden, mild suggestion of breeding kink. Reader is FwB with him, but he trusts her a lot.

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A/N: Wanted to write something that is the polar opposite of the usual Feitan x reader content I see, which is typically dense with dark, heavy noncon and aggressive feral Feitan themes. This is a more wholesome short, with him bottoming, and Feitan allowing himself to be treated by his woman. Fairly vanilla.

Of all the fleeting, forgettable men you'd fucked in your time - his moans undoubtedly sounded the prettiest. Compared to him.. they were entirely unremarkable. Glistening lips parted with his soft pants, giving way to a rare mewl or whimper every now and again.. he certainly made you work for them. You couldn't complain however - it made the reward all the more delightful when you received them. Touching him the right way.. finding the right places, there was some kind of addictive kick to witnessing him unravel and let one slip, before quickly pulling himself together in a frantic mental effort to remain composed. The pleasure you gave him, being good enough to make him betray his pride - and reveal his ecstacy; it was the highest form of praise.

You were enamored by him. Utterly smitten. He was stunning, with the most soft spoken voice; his gorgeous, sweet sighs and pants were practically symphonic to you.

"Feitan~ aren't you just the prettiest boy I've ever had in my bed,"

You praise and coo at him softly as he shudders by the feel of your body rocking rhythmically in tandem with his squirms and bucking hips. To your satisfaction, you watch his porcelain ghost white cheeks darken with a tiny dusting of blush. He was surprisingly subtle, and tame, during these moments with you.. when you took care of him and his needs. A statement that didn't really apply to when he took control, however. Or even how he was in daily life.

Perhaps it was simply a vulnerable circumstance that left him with little ability to keep the detached veil up - and all that was left beneath was a very touch starved man with a shy aversion to the situation .. not understanding why a beautiful girl might want to pleasure him - but he wouldn't question it anyway.

At first he'd been reluctant, seeing the interaction as a moment to be ashamed of. But, upon pitching the idea as an act of dedication to service him, to showcase your worship - you'd watched his expression mold into something less defensive. Yes, this was an occasion in which he was allowed to relax and completely destress at the hands of his doting subject. It was an honor to you, to be given this duty. It wouldn't be shameful to let his woman serve him, because she couldn't get enough of him.. because she wanted to earn his favor.. right?

Well, that's how you had carefully propositioned it to him, after a good few months of having beneficial sex.

After more gentle coaxing and bribing he finally let you wiggle into his lap and straddle right on top of him, watching his dick nestle with ease right between your slicked, fluttering walls. A moment he would easily remember forever. From this view.. he thought to himself that you looked irresistible, filling him with voracious urges.

So by now, you were wrapped in his arms as he realized the appeal of watching you fuck yourself on his cock. He had little to worry about.. it was a moment of mental clarity that was rare for him to enjoy. And he wondered why he hadn't thought of this sooner.

"Feeeei~"

You purr his name affectionately, slowing down for a brief moment to fully obsess over the sensation of his erection rubbing on your insides with every motion, the pit of your cervix tingling with warmth.

He gave a cute little squirm, lip pouting slightly as the good feeling you gave to him became a bit overwhelming. He still wasn't used to all of this.. to being adored and cherished in a way that made him feel all gooey and disgusting on the inside. Yet, disturbingly pleasant.

He couldn't help but whine softly when your lips locked passionately over his neck in a deep kiss, and you watched his ghostly pale skin blossom all over like cherry flowers into the same soft pink flush. First, reddening his ears, and then down past his jawline. His starkly contrasting raven locks tickled your nose, as you nuzzled into him, suckling softly to leave little purple love bites spreading into that paper white flesh you doted upon. He was so soft.. so so perfectly soft.

"Feeling good, love?" You ask him in a purr, seeing his chest begin to rise and fall a little faster with your bounces increasing to an eager pace.

"Mm..mhm.." was all he managed reluctantly, wincing at the higher pitch than what he intended.

"I'm gonna make you cum really hard.. I wanna have it.. please be good for me and give me everything," you plead with him softly in an appeasing tone. His eyes widen and you see him tremble, finally letting loose a more willing moan for you.

"Mmm.... Such a beautiful voice, my love," you tell him earnestly with a sensual glimmer in your eyes.

"Whenever you make those sounds hunny, it really turns me on," you finally admit, leaning forward to hold his hands and lace your fingers together with his slender, cold, dangerous ones - however dainty they may be.

He seems slightly surprised to hear this, shuddering lightly as you switch your angle. He feels your vaginal walls tighten and squeeze to rub more directly straight over his tip with every plunge you take down his length, and he gives a few flustered gasps as he grips onto your hip bones a tad too tight, not being prepared for the orgasm that hit him way faster than anticipated. The sensitive head of his dick was a sweet spot for him, and the sweet drag of friction right up on that slit was making him unravel pretty fast.

"O-ohhh-!" he breathes in anticipation,

You feel his body tense and tighten with ripples and twitches of euphoria, whimpering softly whilst his eyes roll back, toes curling at the tingly sensations he braces himself through. He still seems to struggle sometimes, like his body isn't sure how to handle immense pleasure when it's given to him so freely. But he loves it, satisfied fully with the luxurious treatment you give to him as you allow him to push his seed into you, and fill you with his cum. Mark you.. breed you. He liked it, that you let him use your body like it personally belonged to him. And he was rather territorial by nature.

Feeling the wave begin to calm into a nice buzz of aftermath dopamine, he went limp and laid peacefully, panting lightly to catch his breath whilst you did the same. His hands lower to rest gently on your thighs, perhaps squeezing subconsciously every now and again to feel the plushness squish between his fingers. It was comforting.. it was good.

"Mm. Good now," he mumbled, expressing his mood and also perhaps his gratitude in an indirect way.

"Good girl for me." He patted your thigh in approval, and maybe it could even be taken as an affectionate gesture. He laid back into the pillows again and closed his eyes, huffing lightly as the tiredness seeped into his bones. He had to remember.. next time you asked to ride him - that it was well worth the sacrifice of his pride.

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