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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Terezi_Pyrope/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Terezi_Pyrope, Dave_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Bloodplay, Bondage, Painplay, Cock_Rings, Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Kink_Meme,
      Safewords, Consensual, Community:_homesmut
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-04 Words: 895
****** the dangers of being too cool ******
by greenslimeghost
Summary
     Coolkids need someone to put them in their place.
Notes
     Written for the homesmut kink meme prompt: would LOVE to see Terezi
     topping Dave (ideally in a pre-existing relationship) and doing
     gorgeously agonizing things to him to intentionally make him cry like
     a little baby. Totally consensual, please, but limit-pushing is good.
     Gratuitous bonus points for tasty candy blood, and for making him beg
     to come, or beg not to be made to come again...
See the end of the work for more notes
Your breathing has become labored and sob-ridden, your chest heaving beneath
the touch of Terezi's fingertips. She's straddling your hips, holding herself
just high enough so that nothing below your waist can make contact. You can’t
move much; she’s tied you to your bed, hands and feet fastened to headboard and
baseboard, respectively; bonds closely guarded by a host of carefully arranged
smuppets and scalemates. Your cock lies swollen and rock-hard against the pale,
soft curls of hair below your navel, a cruel (though the cruelty is pretty
sweet) ring fastened tight around its base.
Your chest burns; a glance down at all the blood merely serves to excite you
further, has you trembling and whimpering like a bitch in a decidedly un-ironic
fashion. The air is so cold against the shallow scratches Terezi’s inflicted
with her claws, and you can almost feel each individual bead of blood on your
skin.
Terezi laps at you, moaning, and your eyes roll back as you watch her back
arch.
“Ahh—“ the noises escape you, quick and short and edged by the glorious
adrenaline that comes with pain, pushing you over the edge into a twisted
euphoria. “Ow, ow, please—”
You don’t dare utter the safeword. This is just too good.
She looks up at you, tossing her hair back, lips smeared with your blood, and
fuck, but she’s the hottest alien chick you ever thought possible to imagine.
“Your blood is delicious, Dave,” she says, voice low and lust-ridden but still
melodic with her typical manic edge. “Your veins are filled with the most epic
candy ever! So sweet…”
She leans in to kiss you, and you taste your own blood on her tongue. To you
it’s just metallic and not sweet at all, but it only makes you love her more,
because her particular way of sensing is fantastic.
“But!” she continues, pulling away, and your breath catches in a whine of
anticipation as her claws find one of your nipples, “it is not enough!
Pyralspite and I have concurred that we require more of your delicious human
flavors.” She pinches, and the water that’s been building in your eyes finally
breaks. Tears roll down your cheeks, and once they start, they will not stop.
You whimper and moan and make the most pitiful noises as she digs her claws in,
and you scream when it starts to feel like you’re going to wind up with the
sweetass nipple piercing you never knew you wanted. But she releases her grip,
and your body quivers, uncontrollably.
“Yes,” Terezi moans, leaning down to sniff your face. “I shall dine on your
tears, Dave. You are my buffet of pain!” She licks your face, moaning and
sighing and murmuring about how your tears taste just like salty carnival
pretzeltreats.
You start to beg and plead when you feel her genetic material dripping onto
your cock, a filthy hot reminder that her warm, wet nook is just out of your
reach.
“I—“ you stammer, “I need to—“ you sniffle, but it doesn’t really help to
combat the snot running from your nose, mingling with the mess of tears and
spit all over your face—a mess which, right now, you couldn’t care less about.
“I need to come, please.”
“But Dave,” Terezi says into your ear, and you shiver at the ticklish brush of
her breath before she bites your lobe and you let out a godawful strangled
sobscream at the pain. You’re panting, all manner of gibberish and fucks and
ows and gods spilling from your mouth. She continues, unrelenting. She loves to
push you. Part of you think she wants you to use the safeword; she’s the type
who’s willing to cross lines like that. “First you must understand the dangers
of being too cool!”
She settles back, straddling you, settling down so that the impossibly wet,
slick heat of her nook is resting against the length of your cock—you’re just
against her, not inside her. You still can’t stop the tears from rolling
uncontrolled from your eyes.
“Coolkids need someone to put them in their place,” she says, and you can tell
she’s almost at her limit now, with the way her voice is quiet and shaky and
her body trembles on top of you. She lifts herself up again, and the cool air
of the room is a painful shock to your soaking wet, over-stimulated cock. Her
bulge is unsheathed, writhing against you, between your legs, and you gasp when
you feel it slip wet and hot against your hole.
“Fuck,” you whine, as she presses the tip into you. It’s so hot and impossibly
slick, and the nerves at the rim of your hole go fucking haywire. You try to
buck against her, wanting more, but she leans down to taste you again, drags
her tongue along the places where blood is drying, tacky and painful, on your
chest, roughly sucking away half-dried drops so that fresh blood wells back up
in their place.
You are blinded (well—maybe that’s a bad choice of words) by sensation, by
overwhelming pain and the pressure of her bulge slowly slipping into your ass.
You’re lightheaded, heart-pounding in your ears, and as Terezi sucks on your
body like you’re the biggest fucking bomb-ass lollipop in all the goddamn
universe, you know you wouldn’t trade this for anything.
End Notes
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