Sulfur

Request: monster!bf & human!reader really want to have sex, but monster bf is too worried about getting too into it, losing control, and hurting reader. Their solution: tie bf up. Would love it if the monster bf ends up really liking being tied up

Dragon x gn!reader || bondage, feather play, wax play, edging, size kink, dom/sub dynamic

“Why don’t you want to fuck me? You ask one day, feed up about him just wanting to eat you out and then fleeing as soon as you finished.

“What?” He asks, completely confused by your question.

You try not to sound too needy when you continue asking, “is it that you don’t find me attractive?” Your voice has an edge of vulnerability, self-consciousness bleeding through.

He looks at you with such betrayal in his eyes that you want to apologize. “What? No!” He looks completely offended that you could think that.

“What is it then? Is because I’m human?” You insist, his silence is enough to make you want to run away. You hit right on the truth. “I- Okay. If that’s it… We can, I don’t know… Maybe you can hook up with somebody and I can hook up with some-” You don’t get to finish that thought.

“NO!” His roar makes you step back, your eyes teary and your body shaking. He looks at you like he just committed a crime and wants nothing else but to surrender himself to police. “Oh fuck. No, no, no. Don’t cry, don’t cry.” He grabs you and hugs you so tight your back cracks, his wings embracing you in a cocoon of warmth. You let out a little ouch and he stops squeezing, but doesn’t let you go. “I just… I don’t want to hurt you. You turn me on so much I don’t know if I can control myself around you,” he explains, making you blush hard. You didn’t know that.

You stare at him for a long while, thinking hard about what he just said, and a light-bulb turns on in your brain. “What if I tie you up?” You blurt out.

“That… That could work,” he lets out. You could have thought it didn’t excite him, but the twitch of his dick under your ass is a big tell. You smirk against his body and hug his neck tightly.

And that’s how you find yourself knotting a big enchanted rope around your boyfriend’s arms and legs. He’s sitting on a chair, his big body tense as you tie the restrains against the far wall. His wings are flapping behind him and he’s shivering every once in a while. You are so excited you think you are about to vibrate out of your skin. You didn’t think it would be such a turn on to have him tied up and at your mercy, and judging by the size of his hard on, he didn’t either.

“Are you ready?” You ask when you are done, standing before him and trying really hard not to look down at his enormous erection. He breathes hard and hot, tiny flames escaping his nostrils, and nods. “What’s your safe-word?” You ask, wanting to play nice and easy.

“Sulfur,” he responds, making you smile and kiss his snout.

At his response, you smile. Going around him and caressing his scales softly. He groans and breathes hard as you do, your nails running over his hard scales, sometimes touching the space under them, that soft flesh that’s so sensitive he can’t stop himself from whimpering.

You weren’t expecting to feel such a rush of power and adrenaline having him tied down. You weren’t expecting to like it so much, to feel so powerful having him at your mercy, but good damn if it’s not the biggest high you’ve ever felt.

When he’s begging for you to do more, to touch him with purpose… Then you know he’s ready and desperate enough for your next game.

You grab the candle from the table, approaching him with intent. He looks at you, his wings fluttering behind him, his breathing erratic. “Light this,” you order, approaching the candle to his mouth. He breathes a tiny flame into it and you giggle, it always makes you excited to see him breathing fire. “I’m going to use it on you, is that okay?” He nods, his head bobbing up and down like crazy, you giggle again.

You start easy, just a few drops on his chest, it rapidly runs between his scales, hitting his soft flesh underneath and making him cry out and his dick twitch. You smirk and do it again. And again. The wax keeps re-melting every time you do it, his body temperature too hot to keep it solid over his skin. He’s thrashing against the restrains, trying to get free and touch you, whimpering every once in a while. The power trip is making heat pool in your lower abdomen.

You keep going, pouring hot wax over his body, adverting his erection. He whimpers and cries out, and at some point he throws his head back and breathes fire into the ceiling, leaving a big black mark there. You giggle and pour some wax on his inner thighs and he screams your name. He’s leaking so much precum that there’s a tiny pool forming on the floor.

When the candle is completely consumed, you kiss over all the melting wax over his body, tiny kisses that ignite his inner fire even more. He’s groaning constantly at that point, his body tense with the need for release. But you still don’t touch his dick, ignoring it completely.

“Are you ready for the next game?” He nods eagerly, his head bobbing up and down.

You grab the feather and go around him, at the angle that you are sure he can’t see you at all. When you start tracing patterns over the thin layer of his wings, he starts crying out your name like a plea, chanting please please please, so loud that you groan in response. You never heard him so desperate before, and good goddess if it’s not turning you on.

You torture him for a while, the feather against his most sensitive flesh is driving you both insane. Him because of the feeling, you because the sounds he’s making are completely and utterly erotic. You never knew you liked a vocal partner so much, but hearing him groan and crying out was making you hotter than you’ve ever been.

“Please, please, please…” You keep hearing him pleading you to let him come, and when you hear a sniffle, you walk around him to see him crying, his dick so big and so furiously red that it looks painful.

“Do you want to come?” You ask, making him look at you angrily, his eyes flashing fire. He roars, and you giggle, approaching his leaking cock. You start jerking him off, his dick so big you have to use both hands to go around him.

“You too, you too, come you too!” He groans and pleads for you to come to, to get yourself off. You don’t want to comply, wanting to be the one in charge all the way, but you are horny as fuck, seeing him being vulnerable and dripping so much precum you feel it go down your arms…

You sit on his lap, your genitals aligning with his dick perfectly as you start grinding on his pubic scales. You go faster and faster until you are screaming his name as the restrains crack against the wall. He roars when he comes, not even two seconds later. You are in the direct zone of impact, his release showering you completely. You feel like a glazed donut by the time he’s done coming, his body completely limp against the restraints.
“Did you like that?” You ask after his breathing has calmed down a bit.

He looks at you with hooded eyes. “Isn’t it obvious? You are covered in the answer,” he chuckles.

“We are definitively doing that again.” You tell him, your voice smug as you try to wipe away most of the mess, laughing carelessly. You are filled with such awe and excitement about what you just did, about what you did to him… It’s exhilarating.

“Yes, please.” He tells you, his tone soft and pleading, making you excited all over again. Yeah… You are definitively doing that again.