i know she’s a nasty good eater too. doesn’t even care that her nose keeps bumping against your clit as she’s licking and sucking on you.
will make sure you’re sitting on her too—none of that hovering bs. you will be nicely pressed against her; she wants to feel your thighs suffocating her.
Summary: Senku doesn't know what exactly he's running away from, but it's only a matter of time until it catches up to him.
WARNINGS/TW!!: CNC (Consensual Non-Consent), Primal play, FemDom, Oral (Male Receiving), Raw sex, creampies, bondage, overstimulation, mentions of blood, and slight foot play.
A/n: Semi-proofread. I got lazy at the end.
Every labored breath feels like fire in his lungs. His chest rises and falls rapidly, but it's not enough. There's not enough air entering his lungs. His lungs expand desperately, and he can feel it pressing into his ribs. They squeeze around his lungs, and Senku's left gasping and panting for air.
Senku knows he can't outrun whatever is chasing him. He doesn't have the speed or the endurance for it to be plausible. His legs swing as fast as he can make them, but the moment his foot touches the ground, it feels like it's going to break in half. Like an aftershock, the pain surges upward, sending unbearable agony to his knees. He can feel them wanting to give up, to let go of the weight of his body and snap under the pressure. But the pain spreads, and his thighs feel like they're burning. A familiar stiffness and tightness consume them, and they feel as if they're about to lock in place. It would be his luck for his legs to cramp in the midst of running for his life.
There was no use in being quiet. His desperate pleas for air are obscenely loud. With his mouth wide open and his tongue sticking out like a dog's, his panting can be heard for miles. In his desperate attempt to lose what's following him, he pushes past bushes and branches, the rustling pinpointing his location.
His palms sting, and there's no doubt in his mind that the open wounds are mixing with his salted sweat. Even as he pushes his palm against the harsh bark of the trees, leaving a crimson print, he leverages it as a sort of boost. He doesn't have time to think about its effectiveness, just hoping it's enough to give him more distance from you.
His heart pounds rapidly in his ears, and he can hear it skipping a beat every time he hears your steps inching closer behind him. He turns around and sees you standing behind him, a rope in your hand, twirling it before launching it into the air. It's the fastest he's ever calculated in his mind, less than a millisecond, and what could also be a record of reaction time, Senku leaps out of the way. Not a moment to celebrate his victory, he launches himself from the ground and continues to run.
'I just need a moment to think…'
In a fight that so clearly favors brawn, Senku has only his intelligence in his arsenal. You're inching closer and closer, and the moment you grab even the slightest strand of his hair, he will be at your mercy. With how sore his body feels, he wouldn't have the strength to fight you off.
'If I can lure them into the hot springs..'
A plan that seemed viable is quickly forgotten. His palm presses against the bark once more, and he looks back to gauge the distance between you and him. He doesn't notice a fallen branch on the ground until it's too late. He tumbles to the ground, his body rolling through the forest's dirt until he comes to a stop. His breath is knocked out of him—caught in his throat as his back collides with the trunk of a tree.
Like a scene from a movie, his eyes grow heavy, and he's blinking back unconsciousness. With every effort to force his eyes open, he sees you inch closer. Every stride you take is confident, as if the chase hasn't tired you at all, whereas it has drained Senku of everything he had. His legs have gone numb, and he knows it's a pitiful sight. He wheezes for air painfully, pushing his back off the tree, crawling away with only the bit of strength he has left in his arms—his legs dragging limp against the ground. But maybe, you'd take pity on him. Maybe you'd let him go. Maybe you had chased him for the fun of it, like a fisherman who tosses what he catches back to the water.
His body runs cold the moment a spear breezes past the side of his head and lands mere millimeters from his fingers. He doesn't dare to move anymore, ultimately allowing his body to slump against the dirt while his lungs finally get the air they've been wanting.
Like a rag doll, his body moves easily as you kick him over. His back presses against the ground, and for the first time since the start of it all, he gets a clear look at you. Your physique makes the harsh reality that Senku was never going to win clear—with muscular thighs bigger than his arms and arms that could snap his in half, Senku doesn't bother to curl or hide.
He catches his breath as you look down at him. Your hair is unkept, your clothing is little more than rags, and your muscles flex as you reach for the spear beside his head. A morbid thought comes to mind, and Senku can't stop the breathless laugh from spilling from his lips. The unusual circumstances he finds himself in, at the mercy of the mysterious woman holding a spear to his neck, were likely someone's wet fantasy.
Senku doesn't understand why you haven't pressed the spear into his neck and paraded his body like a trophy. He forces his eyes open, searching for the reason his inevitable death is being delayed. He looks up into your eyes and catches a glimmer of curiosity. His eyes follow your gaze, and the reason becomes humiliatingly apparent.
A gasp mixed with a cry echoes through the forest, startling him but amusing you. You press your foot onto his body once more, forcing more cries from his lips as his body squirms under your cruel touch. Senku clutches the ground below him, tugging at the grass below him as you sadistically tease him with your foot. Your foot rubs against his throbbing erection, one which he wishes he didn't have, but has no control over. Not when adrenaline is still coursing through his veins. He can feel you spreading your toes, wiggling them curiously against the increasingly wet fabric of his tunic.
When you finally pull away, removing your weight from his frail body, Senku is ready to accept his death, but it never comes. You drive the point of the spear into the dirt and circle around Senku, as if wondering what you could do to him. You finally stop at his feet, and he holds his breath as you drop to your knees, your cold palms trailing up his sweaty body. Your touch sends a trail of goosebumps up his body.
You crawl closer to him, your hands trailing with you until you're staring down at him with a feral smile on your lips. Your hand trails down your thigh, pulling out a small blade attached there, and you press it against his neck like a silent threat—one Senku wouldn't dare to test. The blade moves slowly down from his neck and stops at the ends of the collar of his tunic. In the blink of an eye, the blade cuts through his clothing, leaving him bare to your intruding eyes. His clothing falls down his sides, and he can't do anything to hide his pulsing erection.
He can see the odd curiosity and awe in your eye as you inch closer to his cock. It's standing upright, glistening as beads of precum ooze from his tip, and it twitches grotesquely as your warm breath hits his skin. Slightly curved upwards, and a vein that bulges and throbs, your hands wrap around the base.
Lying still and hopeless, body too weak to fight or move—Senku feels like a cadaver used in labs. Every movement of your hand is an experiment for you. Your wide, curious eyes watch Senku's reaction to your touch. When your hand sadisticistly squeeze his cock, it forces a cry from Senku, his hips buck into your hand. When you press the edge of the blade alongside the length of his dick, his body tenses and his cock twitches.
Senku knows he should kick or buck, anything to protect whatever dignity he has left, but he doesn't. He knows he should cry out for help, hoping someone finds him and rescues him from you, but the only sounds he makes are choked gasps and moans as your hands gain momentum. Your hands, slick with his white cum, slide effortlessly against his cock. Your laughter fills his ears whenever you squeeze too hard around his dick, causing his hips to buck up into your palms and throb in your hands. His body twitches and shakes in place as your thumb brushes past his quivering tip, watching in fascination as his cock continues to pour semen from the opening.
"N-no! Don't!" Senku cries out to you, pressing his hand against your face, but you stand your ground. His meek attempt to push you off his body is futile. Your mouth closes around his cock, and traps him into a feeling Senku desperately wants to forget. Your mouth is unbelievably warm and wet, and with your cheeks hollowed, Senku finds it harder to hold back his orgasm. Your tongue pushes flush against his cock. It wraps itself around him, lapping him up and down. It runs along the vein on the side of cock, and it becomes his undoing. His dick slightly enlarges, the tip swelling before it shoots his cum down your throat.
You pull away from his cock, coughing, cum spilling from your lips, hands digging into his thighs as you catch your breath. Surely, now that you had your fun, you would end him. He doesn't make an effort to move, watching helplessly as you stand up, your terrifying build towering over him. Your hand wraps around his neck, and Senku wishes you had gone with the spear to the heart. Your hand squeezes around his throat, but it's not to bring him closer to death as he expected and wished for. You fling his body against a tree, and the rope that had narrowly missed him digs into his skin, forcing his skin closer to the bark. It pricks and pierces him, a dark red blotching across his back.
Your thighs splay on either side of his, and his flaccid cock presses against your wet cunt. You hold the blade against his neck, your hips moving back and forth—the blood rushing toward his cock once more. You line his cock toward your sopping pussy, and Senku gasps as your cunt squeezes around him. His body lurches against the ropes, the blade pressing against his neck. It pierces him just enough for his body to recoil, his feet digging into the dirt to hold back his body's need to move.
You ride his cock for your enjoyment. Use him no more than your personal toy. Your body crashes down onto his thighs, your ass clapping against his thighs. Your wet pussy squeezes around him, sucking him in with every movement. He can feel himself hitting the deepest depth of your cunt, his tip pressing against the warm ring of your womb. Senku refuses to meet your eyes. Instead, he watches as his cock disappears into your pussy. Your lips stretch around his cock, tightly squeezing him into the warmth of your walls.
You ride him even as his cum shoots into you. You don't stop the harsh movements of your hips crashing down onto him, bruising the skin on his thighs with every wet slap. You ride him even as his cock goes soft inside you, and pathetic whimpers tumble from his lips. He's overstimulated, tears running down his face, but he can't do anything unless he wants the blade in your hand to cut across an artery.
Your hips move erratically, then slow, and he feels your cunt swallowing his cock hole. The blade falls from your palm and lands beside Senku's hand. You grip his shoulders, teeth pressing into the skin of his neck, before your body stills around him. Senku cries out, feeling your teeth bite onto his skin, your walls clench around him, milking him of his cum once more.
Senku doesn't know how much time has passed as your still body rests against his shaking one. When you finally pull away, his cum spills from you, dripping down the sides of your thighs and pooling onto his. You stand shakily, each step wobbling as you reach for your spear. Pulling it from the dirt, you press it against his neck, his body still tied to the tree.
"Was it what you expected it to be?" Your voice, shaky and breathless, cuts into the silent air.
A smirk spreads across his face, raspy laughter accompanying yours. "You could've made the ropes a bit tighter."
"You're such a kinky freak," you laugh, the edge of the spear breaking Senku free from the ropes. "Ready for the next one?"
A/n: Sorry if the smut wasn't all that, I just wanted to finish this.
mean!senku tying you up and teasing the fuck out of you.
I’m talking full setup: arms tied above your head, spreader bar for your legs, automatic dildo thrusting into you at a relentless, mind-numbing pace, while a vibrator stays pressed to your clit as he switches between licking you slowly and using his fingers to flick, pinch, and toy with your nipples.
It’s a constant battle in your head: give in to him completely, or keep mouthing off in the desperate hope it’ll earn you what you want.
And he’s so, so terribly mean about it.
Making you cum over and over again, pushing you past your limits time and time again, only to laugh at the dumb, fucked-out babbling spilling from your lips.
Not that he cares about what you're saying anyway.
Really—your request wasn’t that hard, was it?
You just wanted to suckle on his pretty pink tip, to lick and gag on the length of his cock—
“Learn how to use that mouth,” he spits at you.
Too bad he’s got you gagged with something else instead.
You whine uselessly around the fabric, drool soaking through it, spilling past your lips and down your jaw. Your body tries to writhe despite the restraints, hips jerking helplessly.
“You like that, don’t you,” he says, almost fond, like it’s obvious. “All pouty and mad, but your body’s being so good for me. Pretty fucking needy for someone pretending they hate this.”
You only glare at him, then turn your head away on purpose, brows knit and jaw set.
He just sighs.
Such a shame—he was just starting to feel nice.
Oh well.
He turns the dial on the vibrator, and the sound you make is broken and wrecked, a cry you can’t swallow back.
It’s okay, you like it this way.
You’re his bratty little princess, and he’s gonna take real good care of ya.
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