Naoya is your favorite free use toy ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
Naoya was the typical incel you could find anywhere on the internet and, unfortunately, in real life too. His brain already melted from spending so much time on Reddit communities, whether reading posts, or making them when he just got really pissy at some random woman; his moralism only applied to the part that was against sexual freedom, since when the subject was the blunts he smoked in the dark or his room or the porn he watched, palming himself out of boredom, his moralistic speeches didn't even come close to criticizing.
The only thing that partly separated him from his other scummy friends who infested Discord servers—the ones he spent hours on bitching calls with about some post he saw—was his appearance. I mean, he had bleached hair, piercings in his ears, eyebrow, hell even his tongue, which was unnecessarily hot for someone who certainly wasn't getting laid anytime soon, and then there were his eyes, perfectly drawn, making a reassembly of those of a fox, with a black eyeliner just to add the cherry on top, as if it needed it.
You, the people's princess at that university, with your captivating smile, always willing to help the newcomers on campus. Your popularity made you almost an academic celebrity, even though you were still graduating, and your appearance, gods, your appearance, was certainly a great bonus to the sum of quality you already had.
Any romantic attention you gave someone was a rarity, definitely something to brag about later, whether it was a flirtation or a bold move, whoever fell into your graces would have found the pot of gold in the end of the rainbow. And definitely someone who didn't deserve that was Naoya, the biggest jerk on that whole campus.
The thing is, he was way too attractive for the good of society, and you wanted something quick, no strings attached; so, with that in mind, what could be better than using the blond only to get a good time and nothing more? He was desperate; you could read between the lines in the few interactions you had: he would feign disinterest, make an unfortunate comment, but the next second his eyes were glued to your body, almost drooling, like a puppy seeing a treat.
Truth be told, you were practically doing him a favor, because, despite his appealing looks, his mouth, which only opened to spout nonsense, eliminated any chance he had of ending his celibacy. You pitied him, if it wasn't for you, the guy would've died without feeling a woman's touch, not that he deserved it, but he was just so easy.
"Nah-ah, who said you could do anything? you're going to stay still until I tell you so, m'kay?"
You murmured as his hands dared to move from your waist to your chest, his fingers anticipating a touch that would obviously be denied. You wouldn't be there if you really wanted to be fucked by someone, you were there because you needed something to relieve all the stress built up from day after day of work and studies and stupid social interactions that made your reputation, and Naoya was just the perfect toy.
The blond groaned almost in pain when you broke the kiss, and if he didn't have a little sense of self-preservation, he would have sought more in vain. His hazel eyes searched for any sign from you, anything that would please you, because he knew he would be rewarded for doing the right thing. He knew how things were going from now on, he knew he'd have to put his enormous ego aside, and he knew even better that he'd have to obey your every word if he didn't want to be blue balled and replaced by someone else, after all he was quite disposable.
Your hands found their way to the waistband of his pants, pulling them down, revealing the outline of his cock, pathetically hard from just a few kisses, strained against the fabric of his underwear. You used a finger to tease the clothed organ, your nail tracing the design lightly, almost without touching it, feeling its warmth against your fingertip, while Naoya tried his best not to let any sound escape.
You wanted to torture him, so you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of touching him completely right away, no; you let his dick break free from the confinement of his briefs, already throbbing and leaking, the pink head pleading for attention. A nearly feline smile reached your lips as you played with the tip, sliding your thumb up and down on the wet surface; this broke Naoya, who let out a strangled moan each time your finger passed through the slit, threatening to slide in and reach its full length.
The movements you were making automatically stopped, and you shot him a piercing look, your eyes narrowing as irritation rose in your head. Meanwhile, the blond man seemed oblivious to his own actions, that is, until you stopped giving him any pleasure; His eyes widened, only then realizing what he had done, his pride wounded at having let out such an embarrassing sound, but also desperate to have you touch him again.
"When did I tell you to open your fucking mouth, huh?"
"shit—I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to do it,"
He whimpered, watching you slowly rise from your kneeling position, standing face to face with him. One of your hands traveled to his face, gripping it roughly, your long nails just a breath away from meeting his skin.
"Say a word again and I will leave you right here, all by yourself and will never touch you again. We both know I'm the only one who does that anyways."
He nodded, going completely against his nature; his own actions left him deeply ashamed, yet the way he was aroused completely blinded him; he could only seek his high and nothing more.
You removed your clothes, your cunt was so needy that you neglected that part even more, even though you wanted to torture the blond more, you couldn't wait to have your pussy filled. It wasn't difficult to force him down onto the bed, his well-defined torso completely on display, making you trace the well-defined muscles, the hollows they created. And then, for fun, you pinched his nipple, laughing when he hissed down.
But you couldn't wait any longer, not when you felt his warmth so close to your pulsing intimacy. You sank down to his length, feeling, unfortunately, your walls being stretched by his size, which was totally unfair; a jerk like that shouldn't have that build.
You placed your hands on his chest, slowly bottoming out onto his cock, only to rise again, feeling the stress melt away as you rode him slowly. Quickly, you found a rhythm that pleased you, your knees resting on either side of his waist, your skin repeatedly brushing against his.
It was a kind of guilty pleasure, feeling his heat pulsing inside you, while he tried his hardest to keep like a little fuck doll, his face contorting in pleasure though everytime you fully sat on him.
And then your pace quickened, your own satisfaction demanded more, you wanted to feel your muscles burning, your puffy clit brushing against his groin; you moaned deliciously, feeling pure ecstasy, of only getting to experience your own pleasure, by not through just your fingers or a toy.
As his pace increased, Naoya had to work twice as hard to keep quiet, but he couldn't hold back the involuntary low whines escaping him, not when you were going back and forth on his cock, gripping him vicely with your warm walls. The first whimper he gave made you look down, watching his distressed face every time you moved with him inside you.
"What's wrong? Hm, wanna tell me? Do you want something?"
You asked, a tone of feigned pity permeated your voice, as if he were some stupid thing to be cared for. He, however, could only spout disconnected words like a brainless idiot, which he was, even without having you up and down on him.
"C'mon, Naoya, use your big boy words, you can do it, even being an idiot that lacks some braincells."
You stopped riding him, your pussy hovering above his head, almost a cherry red, leaking profusely, desperate for the contact that was denied by inches. The blond parted his lips, opening his mouth to say something, which made you slide down onto his cock all at once, drawing a loud moan from deep in his throat.
You had to hold back a laugh, even though it annoyed you, seeing him in such a pathetic position satisfied you so much, it was incredible.
"Look at you, so dumb you can't even comprehend when someone tells you to shut your fucking mouth"
He whined, letting something between a complaint and an apology spill from his bitten lips, one hand reaching out to rub his eyes.
"Do you know what you are, Naoya? A little whore who is only good for sex, did you know that? I bet you do."
You spoke, punctuating each word with a ride on him, feeling your walls tighten against him and him throb with heat.
"You're nothing but a fuck doll I can use whenever I want. Yeah, and you know what else? I know you're easy, so desperate for a touch, and you'd never deny it, that's the only reason I keep coming here and doing this."
His hips lifted, seeking more movement, more friction; the way you were grinding him made him even more desperate, harder, almost painfully so, and the way you were going slowly made him hallucinate with need.
One of your hands rose, meeting his face firmly, a cracking sound against his pale skin. A slap, you had just slapped him across the face.
"Fucking slut, you're such a dumb fucking whore, so horny can't even sit still. What did I say about not moving? Did I stutter, or is just your brain too slow to process what I said?"
Grabbing your panties from the floor, you shove them in a ball right into his mouth, just to see if that would muffle his voice. With that, you started moving quickly again, bouncing intimately with him at your own pace, seeking your orgasm without caring about any of the crap he was saying at that moment.
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't meant it—ah I didn't—I didn't meant to do it—sorry, sorry."
God, he was a mess, he looked like he was on the verge of tears, a stark contrast to his usual bitter personality. How you wanted to send that to his misogynistic friends right now. The way he was desperate was the last straw for you, the orgasm hit you deliciously, and as soon as you felt it throughout your body, you slid off Naoya's lap, even knowing that he himself hadn't come.
He almost fell out of bed, reaching out for you, begging you to touch him again, to at least make him come; he could feel his penis aching from the pleasure you had given him, and denied it the second after.
"I will be good for you, you can even gag me, please—please, I won't make a sound, I will be your doll, just make me come... No one can do it like you do, please don't leave me like this."
Tears welled in his eyes, he tried to hold you there, but it was doomed, you were already dressed, pushing him away from your body.
"Get the fuck away from me, Naoya. I don't care about your orgasm, you know I only use you until I come. Go rub one yourself or something if you want it that badly."
The red mark from your slap bloomed like a rose on his cheek, but he didn't seem to care; he craved your touch as if it were a life-or-death situation.
"don't leave me, I beg you—don't leave me, you're the only one that touches me—I will be better the next time, you can do whatever you want, I will behave next time."
He looked like a puppy trying to please its owner after misbehaving; you just rolled your eyes, grabbing your keys to leave her apartment.
"You'd better pray for a next time. And if there is, you better have your face on full display for me to slap, you deserve nothing but it with such behavior."
a/n: risking my reputation with this one lwk. Should there be a next time??
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