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marleysfinest · 1 year

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there's nothing you love more than seeing him beg.

cw: smut, blowjob, orgasm denial, vaginal sex (f/m)

The sky is still inky black outside as you wake to the sound of laboured breathing. It takes you a few seconds to come to, but you soon realise what's happening; he's having another nightmare.

You turn on your side and gently rest a hand on Reiner's shoulder, feeling it jolt with every breath. It's getting worse, you realise, as his breaths turn into whimpers, and the expression on his sleeping face grows more severe.

"Baby," you whisper, gently rocking his shoulder, "baby, wake up."

It doesn't work right away - it seldom does - and so you tighten your grip and raise your voice as you try to wake him again. It takes a minute or two, but his eyes soon shoot open, and in an instant they're looking for you to make sure that he's really awake. He reaches an arm over to find you in the dark, and the second he's able to get a grip on your waist, he pulls you in closer. As you bury your head against his chest, a chest damp with sweat, you listen as his rapid heartbeat begins to slow, and feel his breath begin to level. He holds you tightly against him, his fingers never once keeping still as he continues to make sure you're real, using you as his tether to the real world. This was a familiar occurrence, although the time between episodes was gradually getting longer, but they still didn't seem to be dulling in intensity.

"Sorry," he mumbles sleepily, "didn't mean to wake you."

His fingers trace intricate patterns across your back, and you knew he was doing it as much for his benefit as your own.

"It's alright," you whisper calmly, "it's what I'm here for."

He moves his hand from your back to the tip of your chin, gently tilting your head up so that your lips meet his, kissing you in a way that could only be described as affirming, just happy to finally be awake. He's simultaneously asking for forgiveness for waking you up, and also shyly requesting one last favour in the form of soothing him back to sleep. Without uttering a word, his hand leaves your chin and moves to graze your shoulder, your arm, your waist, and eventually comes to rest on your hip. With a gentle firmness, he grabs a handful of you and pulls you closer so that your hips press against his, and you know exactly what it is he's asking for.

Owing to the time, you know that you have no interest in being pleasured yourself, but it doesn't bother you. Reiner rarely asks for this; he either relies on being in sync with your romantic impulses, or you're normally the one asking him. So, when he does finally put his pride to one side, you take great pleasure in devoting everything to his release.

You slowly roll him away from you so that he's flat on his back, and in one smooth movement you swing your leg over him and discard the duvet. Even as you sit straddling him you feel the heat radiating from his chest; a combination of the lingering nightmare and anticipation of what's to come. You lean forward, feeling him grow hard between your legs as you do so, and slip your tongue into his mouth. His hands move to your thighs, gripping them firmly as if to hold you in place, but his intuition has failed him. There's no way that you intend to stay where you are.

When you're satisfied that he's hard enough, you pry yourself away and slowly begin to shuffle down the bed, peppering his chest with kisses as you go. You feel his breathing grow deeper, almost raspy as the remnants of sleep cling to him, and if you stayed still long enough you could almost feel him begin to tremble. His fingers find a home in your hair; twirling the tangled strands and gently gripping small handfuls every so often, and he's forceful but not causing you pain. He's simply trying to contain himself, the emotional whiplash from being terrified one minute, to being pleasured the next, no doubt engulfing him with dizzying fervour, but he wanted this.

You pull the waistband of his sweats down slowly to reveal his already achingly hard cock. he tries to push your head down right away, silently telling you to get to work, but despite still being sleepy, you feel a pang of mischief and the desire to tease creep up on you. You extend your tongue, and lick his shaft from base to tip slowly, already tasting the salty residue at the top, eliciting deep sighs from his throat. His hips raise ever so slightly, asking for your mouth to take over properly, but still you stay yourself. You remove his hands from your hair and push them back towards him, telling him to keep them behind his head, or else. Begrudgingly he obliges, but still blatantly enjoying himself.

"You're too hasty, baby," you whisper, making sure he feels the breath dance across his tip, "you should slow down."

A huff of a laugh escapes his lips before he returns to his laboured breathing, only this time it gives away his arousal and desperation. Whenever he did muster the courage to ask for this, he was always so quick to rise to the occasion, so eager to get down to it right away, but why rush? To get back to sleep quicker? No, if he wanted that, then you could easily have just massaged him or played with his hair, but he had been very clear, and you had listened very well. You turn your attention back to the impressive member in front of you, and take only his tip in your mouth. As you let your tongue explore you feel Reiner begin to squirm again beneath you, but it's not of any concern. At least you know it's going to be an easy job.

After frustrating him for long enough with just his tip in your mouth, you take him by surprise and slip his cock down your throat in one smooth movement, and welcome the loud groan from your lover. He twitches inside your mouth, and for a second you're not sure if he's going to take another breath. Your head bobs slowly and your tongue presses firm against him, and you can't help but get excited yourself over how he looks in front of you. Head lolling against the pillow, back ever so slightly arched, eyes closed in nigh-on ecstasy. He's so pretty like this. After a few minutes of gentle sucking and licking, you can taste that he's getting close already, and you let him slip out of your mouth, snapping him out of his euphoric daydream. He looks down at you with sleepy but excited eyes, wondering why you've stopped. You look back at him with your best alluring glare, one you know gets him every time, and gently kiss his cock all over. He laughs, throwing his head back against the pillow as he twitches uncontrollably beneath your lips.

"What are you doing?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper.

"What do you mean? You asked for this."

"C'mon, you know what I asked for," he says, and you can hear that he's smiling, "don't you want to go back to sleep?"

"I can stop, if you want," you reply, pausing your kisses. "Is that what you want?"

He lets out a sigh.

"No."

"Good." You take him fully in your mouth once again in a sudden movement. He groans loudly, the motion causing his stomach to tense slightly to contend with his pleasure, but you don't stop to enjoy the view. You speed up, making sure to coat him in your spit to keep him nice and slick, and let your tongue lick up the steady trickle of cum emerging from him. As he tenses beneath you, you know he's about to find his release, and so you stop cold again. His head whips up, searching for a good reason why you've denied him. Before he has a chance to ask, you resume, building him up again. You repeat again and again, denying him his release, until he's practically writhing beneath you.

"Please," he whispers. You stop again, and tilt your head up to look at him.

"Pardon me?" You can see in the dim moonlight a faint sweat had formed on his brow and chest.

"Please, baby," he repeats. The desperation was thick in his voice; it was exactly what you wanted to hear. Despite initially believing that you weren't in the mood, you feel your underwear dampen as he asks so nicely. Your heart begins to thump against your chest, completely enthralled by the fact that you could make Reiner Braun beg.

"You want me to make you cum, love?" you ask. He doesn't even reply, he just nods intently, his eyes still closed like the good boy he was being. You decide that, while you don't need your own release, he'd done well enough to be rewarded with your pussy.

"Eyes closed, baby," you order, making sure that he doesn't have a minute to register you readjusting yourself. In a smooth movement, you pull your underwear to one side and slide him into you as deep as he could go. He moans and whines as you establish a steady rhythm, grinding hard and slow.

"Say please, love," you demand.

"Please."

"Say it nicely."

"Please."

His voice is ragged and desperate, a million miles away from the deep and composed tone everyone else knows so well. He's usually more of a quiet love-maker, but when he gets going, when you get him so riled, his moans more than make up for it. With the last firm thrusts you feel him pulse inside you, coating you as he cums harder than he has in a while. It takes some time for him to ground himself, at which point you slide him out and lay down beside him. He pulls you in close again to hear his rapid heartbeat, but you're satisfied knowing it's no longer through fear. With any luck, he'd fall into a dreamless sleep, and it would be a long time until he was plagued by another nightmare. Although, you think, perhaps it would be as long until the next time you make him beg like that.

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