Advent calendar: Day 14. Nutcracker

Nutcracker monster x male!reader || pain kink, dom/sub, degradation, dirty talk, overtimulation, praise kink

When you met him for the first time you were more than confused. You thought nutcrackers were something out of children’s tales, but nope. There he was, in all his giant glory, looking down at you with an impassible face and wooden body. Same face and body that were doing something for you… You were a sick bastard, but you were far beyond any point of caring.

But the fact that he didn’t have any expression, deeming him impassible to any of your advances or responses… that turned you on more than it should. And you tried, you really tried not to act on it, but you were only human. And he looked very fuckable when he was… standing still. You liked what you liked, and if that was a tall as fuck wooden monster, who cared?

So you did something about it.

You walked up to him, trying to look nonchalant. "Are you going to crack my nuts or not?" You joked bemusedly as he stared at you without expression, once again. His big black eyes were a bit creepy, but that only made a shiver run down your spine.

You thought he wasn’t even going to respond, but he surprised you. "Do you want me to?" He deadpanned, making you squirm when you realized the answer you wanted to give him is not a no.

Oh fuck. Did you want him to… to do that? You couldn't even name it even in your brain. Were you really into that kind of pain? You weren’t sure, but you wanted nothing more than to try it right then and there. To try it with him. To have him squeeze your balls until you teared up and come was dripping down your shaft. Yes. Yeah. That was definitely something you wanted.

His body turned to you, facing you directly with unblinking eyes and slightly open mouth. “Oh… You do.” He made a sound similar to a chuckle, but a lot rougher and creepier. And then he continued talking and your brain stopped functioning properly: “You want me to jerk you off slowly until you are crying for release. But I won’t let you, would I? Only good humans get to come, and you have been very naughty. You won’t be able to come with my hands squeezing your cock and balls so tightly…”

You could only whimper at his words, your whole body responding with shivers as he stared into your eyes like he was talking about the weather. He caught you completely off guard with his approaches and the impersonal tone to his voice was making you tick in a way you’d never had before. You were so aroused you were fearing you were going to come untouched any second. What the fuck?

“Sit down,” he said, pushing you lightly in the direction of the chair.

You complied, sitting so fast your teeth chattered as he let out another of those creepy chuckles that made your skin get goosebumps. He stared at you for a long while, your dick so hard you could feel your heartbeat pulsating. Anticipation was so high and deep inside of you that you were trembling in your seat.

“Take your cock out, and then grab the underside of the chair. You are mine now,” the possessiveness in his tone made your whole body shake, so hard you almost fell off the chair, but you complied. As soon as your dick sprung free, his wooden hand was around it, and your voice broke in a whorish groan. “Good boy, such a good human following my orders.”

He didn’t move his hand though, he only squeezed and released in a pattern that was making your head spin as you stared at his wooden hand. And then he started a tortuous pace, moving up and down so slowly… But it was doing it for you. And when his free hand found your balls and he squeezed hard, you whimpered, your whole body flushing. It was so good, you’d never felt so good before, and he was barely doing anything.

“Do you like this? Do you like my hand around your hard cock? My hand squeezing your weak human balls?” His impassible face and dirty words were degrading in a way that made your dick get even harder if that was even possible.

You tried to nod, but the movement only made his hand to move slower. You were so ready to come you couldn’t think of anything else. With each slow pump of his wooden hand, your body shivered. But he wouldn’t let you, jerking you off tortuously slow, until you were about to come… and then stopping. He did that over and over, until your breathing was ragged and your chest was wet with tears.

“Awww,” he cooed, “you are such a pathetic human. Look at you, crying and whimpering.” His hand tightened around your balls, making you let out an undignified screech as he chuckled. A pearl of precum shiny on the tip of your cock, a clear example of how badly you were enjoying his display of power over your human body. “Do you want to come? Is that it? Do you think you deserve it?” His questions were answered by another whimper, your brain fried after the overstimulation you endured. “Come for me. NOW.” His tone left no room for debate, and your body was like his toy, as soon as the words left his mouth, you were coming messily around his wooden hand.

His open mouth was creepy as he smiled down at you, but it only made you come harder, his hand squeezing your balls to the point of pain as you cried in pleasure. He drove you to ecstasy so high, your brain stopped working properly, your mouth open in a silent scream as you drooled like the pathetic human he said you were… And you fucking loved it.

“Now say: thank you, nutcracker,” he instructed, his hand squeezing your oversensitive dick and making you mewl in pain.

“Tha-thank you, nutcracker,” you let out in a ragged breath. Your voice sounded fucked out, and your whole body was sagging against the chair as his empty eyes stared down at you. There was a hint of amusement in his shiny black eyes, and that made your dick twitch bravely. There was no way you could get hard again… anytime soon.

“Good boy,” he praised as you blushed redder.

Well, if he called you that again you might be able to get hard again...