realized this was way too noncon for the main blog so. dubcon / noncon. also dacryphilia. size kink if you squint (duh, it’s nagi). oh, piss too! hooray!
nagi who’s fucking into you deeply, cock kissing your cervix with every thrust. he’s so lost into the pleasure he’s barely taking note of your words, one hand pushing weakly at his stomach. it just makes him press more of his weight into you, rocking his hips forward harshly as you choke on a moan, eyes rolling as you attempt to speak once more.
“s-sei—oh—seishiro wait, please. . . !”
and nagi hums, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, but continues pounding into your overstimulated cunt, shuddering when he hears the wet squelch of his cock ruining your insides. when you claw at his back—the pain barely registering—is when his hips slow, still rocking into you, but much more gently now.
“sei—” you gasp, as if this tempo makes it worse, your body squirming beneath him, but his hips keep you pinned to the bed. nagi’s lips slide across your flesh, smearing kisses along your throat before brushing your ear, his heavy groans stuttering against your skin as he exhales shakily.
“what’s wrong, hm?” nagi’s basically got you folded in half, thighs spreading wider, forcing yours to stretch that much more, and he knows you’ll be aching tomorrow. he likes having you like this, crushed against him with nowhere to go as he pulls pleasure from your body til you’re shaking from the intensity of it all. likes when your nails scratch at his scalp, teeth sinking into his shoulder when you can’t take it anymore.
he’s so lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t hear your next words at first, but when they register, it makes him groan, a deep, primal thing unlike him.
“seishiro, i need to pee!” you squeal, pushing at his shoulders now, trying your hardest to get your boyfriend’s heavy body off of you. something in nagi snaps, and he’s leaning back, hands finding your hips, eyes dark, gaze heavy with pure arousal. and his cock throbs painfully where it’s nestled deep inside you at seeing you on the verge of tears, breasts bouncing with each thrust, head thrown back against the pillow.
your mouth parts in a gasp, his name lost on your tongue as he buries himself deeper, each drive of his hips more forceful than the last. nagi’s gone, mind focused on the image of you pissing yourself on his cock from being fucked so thoroughly. he doesn’t even notice your weak attempts at pushing against his lower stomach, the muscles jumping under your touch.
he needs it. needs to see you ruin yourself in such a shameful, beautiful way. so when you slap at his stomach, a sharp hiss slipping through his teeth, pleas of “stop”, “too much”, “need to—” leaving your lips, he releases your hips to grab at your wrists, but you shift your hands, sweaty palms sliding against each other’s. it turns into a desperate standoff—your fingers interlaced, pushing back and forth. nagi feels how hard you’re fighting him, putting all your strength into it, but with a singular shifting of weight into his arms, he’s got your hands pinned flat to to the pillow beneath your head.
for a long minute neither of you two move, his chest rising and falling, his cock pulsing where it’s still buried inside you, movements halted during your scuffle.
“seishiro,” you sniffle, fingers flexing against his, and his vision blurs when your pussy clenches down on his length after he gives a soft roll of his hips. “i need to go. . .”
the way your tears gather along your lashes, and you lips appear swollen from you biting into them, makes arousal tug in his gut, thrusts slowly becoming heavier once more. his large frame looms over yours, knowing you’re helpless to do anything about it.
“just let me—” his tongue darts out to wet his dry lips, sweat trailing down his temple as he fucks into you harsher now, the headboard rattling against the wall. your thighs are trembling against him, chest rising and falling heavily, he can tell you’re on the brink of wetting yourself. that the pleasure is becoming too much, the pressure inside of you building to a boiling point. “let me have this, please.”
dark eyes are locked onto where you’re connected, nagi’s pace turning desperate as your cries grow louder, body thrashing beneath him. he can’t tell if you’re trying to run away from his thrusts or give in. all that matters to him is seeing you come undone.
“please, please, please,” he doesn’t even hear himself chanting under his breath, his rhythm breaking off into something frantic and wild, hips snapping into yours with a force that would be sure to leave bruises along your inner thighs. and then it happens, a broken sob ripped from your throat as the first wave of heat washes over you. and nagi groans deep within his chest, hips stuttering sloppily against yours as your piss soaks the both of you, the sounds coming from between your legs the most obscene thing he’s ever heard.
the sight of you crying and losing control does him in, his hips giving a final powerful thrust against your core, rope after rope of cum filling up your pussy as you continue to piss, trembling thighs splayed wide, eyes rolling to the back of your head. slowly the flood tapers to a gentle trickle, your whole body shuddering in relief, lashes lowered as nagi’s hands squeeze yours one final time before he collapses against you, the pure air knocked from your lungs.
it’s immediate, large hands releasing yours to hold your face, thumbs smoothing across your cheeks, “‘m sorry,” he murmurs, leaning down to slot his lips over yours, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss. every bit of an apology is poured into the kiss, eyes clenched shut waiting to see if you would return it. a soft sigh gently brushes your face when your hands come up to tangle in his hair, brushing the sweaty strands away from his forehead as you kiss him back.
nagi doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s already planning out ways to get you to lose control again.
