18+ | content warnings… top!amab!reader, sub!bottom!character, two best friends have sex
twt link… moaning against your mouth because he forgot how to kiss.
it all started so innocently, just two “friends” cuddling together—what’s wrong with that? and now the room is too hot—should we take off our shirts?
the two of you were just laughing, making jokes like it was just another day, the kind of jokes that'd make anyone question your relationship. you pretended to ignore the sheen layer of sweat that glistened on his skin, the goosebumps that erupted when your fingers brushed his skin.
he pretended not to notice your nervous swallow when he rested his head on your chest, though he watched your adams apple bob his periphery.
then it was silent. the sheets ruffled as you adjusted, awkward huffs of air when the positioning still wasn't right.
“let me try…”
though you weren’t expecting him to roll on top of you and plant his palms on your chest with such a feverish expression. grinding his hips down, pulling a sharp gasp out of you, and he bit his lips to stop the whine he would've let out.
what a silly boy, thinking he’d be the one to control the pace—his arms were weak the second you slipped your cock past his puckering hole. you had no mercy, using your hands to keep him up, fingers twisting and tugging his sensitive nipples as you pleased.
your lips met, and for a moment, it was tame.
but he just couldn’t get enough, now messily lapping against your mouth, trying to savor every hushed sound of pleasure that escaped your throat as he sucked you back in with every roll of his hips.
hiii, I love ur writing, could u do a fic where Jason Todd is a mafia boss, and the male reader is his most loyal 'guard dog'? Jason literally treats him like one—giving him orders, rewarding him, keeping him close. Maybe there’s a moment where he calls male reader his 'dog,' and male reader just smirk and say, ‘Yeah? And who put the collar on me?’
thank u sm!
“BARK LIKE YOU WANT IT”
pairing. Sub!Mafia Boss!Jason Todd x Top!male reader
synopsis. In Gotham's underworld, Jason Todd holds the city by its throat. But every king has a dog at his heel—and M/n is loyal, brutal, and always watching. Jason calls him a mutt. But he forgets one thing—who put the collar on who? — 2.3k
Jason Todd ruled Gotham’s underground like it owed him blood. And in many ways—it did.
The Red Hood Syndicate didn’t move without his order. Rivals were ghosts before they made it to sunrise. Contracts vanished. Witnesses disappeared. And yet, for all the stories about Jason Todd’s brutality, his trigger temper, his high body count—
There was one man even the worst of the underworld feared more.
His shadow.
His guard dog.
You.
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"You’re late."
Jason’s voice was sharp, not raised, but biting all the same as you stepped into his office, the double doors clicking shut behind you. You didn’t answer him. You never did when he was in one of his moods—irritable, pacing, hands stuffed into his pockets, a fresh line of blood drying down the corner of his jaw like he forgot to clean it off.
Or didn’t care.
He looked you up and down once. His mouth twisted slightly.
"You smell like smoke."
You stared, unbothered. "I burned a man alive in his own Porsche tonight. You wanted it done quiet."
He laughed. Dry. A little sharp around the edges.
“Messy job for quiet work.”
“Your note said ‘make it hurt.’ So I did.”
Jason stopped pacing. The city light from the penthouse windows caught across his eyes—green-blue, sharp as broken glass. He licked his lips once, slow. Then, “Come here.”
You didn’t hesitate.
Your boots echoed on the polished floor, each step solid. Intentional. Controlled. You moved like a weapon kept in a velvet box—danger tucked into civility, teeth beneath tailored suits.
Jason sat on the edge of his desk as you approached. Still calm. Still composed.
But his fingers twitched once where they gripped the edge of the wood. You saw it. You always did.
“You want to be praised?” he asked, tilting his head, voice half-daring.
"No." Your tone was even, flat, as you stopped in front of him. “I want you to stop testing me.”
Jason’s smile twitched. “But you’re so good when I do.”
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It was like this. Always.
The tension. The push-pull.
He gave the orders. You obeyed. He treated you like property—his muscle, his executioner, his dog. And you let him.
But Jason, arrogant as he was, had always mistaken obedience for submission.
And that was going to cost him.
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His hand lifted to your collar, two fingers brushing the sharp seam of your dress shirt. His knuckles grazed your throat, casual. Thoughtless.
But that’s where his control ended.
Your hand closed around his wrist.
His eyes jumped to yours, sharp with surprise—but not fear. Never fear.
“You like to call me your dog,” you said, low and measured. Your grip tightened just slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to make him still. "Throw me scraps. Snap your fingers. Expect me to sit."
Jason’s breath hitched. Just a little.
Your voice dipped, threading a heat beneath the threat. "You like pretending I belong to you."
He didn’t speak. Didn’t need to. His mouth was parted, his pupils wide, and every inch of him was screaming yes.
"So let me ask you something, Todd." You leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear, voice dark with knowing.
"Who put the collar on me?"
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Jason shivered.
It was subtle—but it was there.
The slow exhale. The twitch of his thigh muscles. The flush creeping into his neck that had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with being caught.
Owned.
He swallowed thickly. His hands clenched into fists against the desk.
And you—still gripping his wrist—lowered your mouth to his throat and let your teeth drag just beneath his jaw. Not biting. Not yet.
Just reminding.
Of what?
Of everything.
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He jolted slightly under your touch. A sharp inhale. A curse under his breath. Then his voice—thin, almost petulant:
“You’re supposed to take orders.”
Your smirk was razor-edged.
“I do. Because I want to.”
Your grip dropped. But you didn’t move back.
Instead, you leaned in closer.
Jason didn’t flinch. He never did. But his breathing was heavier now, pulse hammering against his throat—visible. Vulnerable.
"You bark all day, but when I get too close," you whispered, dragging your hand down his thigh with deliberate slowness, "you start to sound like a mutt that wants to be bred, not obeyed."
Jason made a sound in his throat. Half-growl, half-gasp.
"Fuck you."
You grinned.
“You’d beg.”
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He hated how much it was true.
He could sit on his throne all day—snapping orders, collecting blood money, running the city from his penthouse and dark alleys—but when you stepped into the room?
He was something smaller. Simmering. Waiting.
He wanted you to tear it out of him. To push him back onto the desk, force his legs open, make him say please.
You didn’t even need to touch him to get him there. He was already half hard just from your voice in his ear.
And you knew it.
You always fucking knew it.
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“You don’t really want a guard dog,” you said, low against his throat. “You want a muzzle. You want a leash you can wrap around your own throat when no one’s looking.”
Jason’s fingers twitched again—this time reaching.
But not for a weapon.
For you.
And you let him. Just this once.
You let him grab your shirt, let him yank you in like he was desperate for something he couldn’t name. Your hand slid up the back of his neck, tangled in his hair, pulled his head back until he was looking up at you—eyes hooded, breathing uneven.
You watched his mouth part.
You watched the fight bleed out of his body.
And then, just loud enough to ruin him—
"Good boy."
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The leash comes first.
Black leather, clean and heavy, pulled from your coat pocket like you were always planning to use it.
Because you were.
You knew Jason would mouth off. You knew he’d call you his dog again.
So now you’re going to make sure he was your bitch instead.
You’re sitting on his desk, legs spread, Jason on his knees between them—cheeks flushed, eyes glassy. Still pretending to be angry. Still acting like he’s got pride left.
"Take your shirt off."
He hesitates. Barely. Then obeys. Peels it off like it’s armor, like maybe the fabric will hold him together.
It won’t.
You pull the collar tight around his throat and let the buckle snap into place. His breath catches.
"Doesn’t it suit you?" you murmur, thumb brushing the pulse at his neck. "No tie. No suit. Just a collar. That’s how I like you."
Jason mutters something low under his breath.
You grab his jaw. “What was that?”
His mouth twists, defiant. So pretty like this. “Fuck you.”
You smirk. “You’ll get there.”
You shove two fingers into his mouth before he can talk back. He chokes slightly, but glares up at you through his lashes. You drag them deeper, until his throat works around the intrusion and his spit starts to run down his chin.
"You wanted to talk back?" you murmur. "Then earn the right to use your mouth."
Jason moans around your fingers, eyes fluttering.
His knees shift. He’s already grinding down against the floor, trying to rub the ache building in his pants. You grab a fistful of his hair and yank—his eyes fly open.
"Are you hard just from choking on my fingers?" you whisper. "Are you going to cum from being used like a toy, Jay?"
He shakes his head. He wants to say no. But you curl your fingers around the collar, tug—not hard. Just enough.
He whimpers.
"That’s what I thought."
You unzip. Jason’s eyes drop, hungry. You slap your cock against his cheek, watching the weight of it sink in before gripping his hair again.
"Open."
He does. Mouth wide, eager.
You sink in slow—and he moans. Not a groan. Not a grunt. A real, ruined moan, like he’s been waiting for this all week.
"You love this, don’t you?" you growl, hips pushing forward until he gags. "Love being on your knees like some two dollar whore. Mouth wide open. Ready to be used."
Jason’s face is dripping. Spit down his chin, lips stretched wide, pupils blown. He nods. He nods.
You grab the leash.
Just the feel of it in your hand makes him shudder.
You wrap it around your fist and pull. Not hard. Just enough.
"Good boy," you murmur.
Then you start fucking his throat.
He chokes.
Of course he does.
You don’t stop.
You let him gag, let his shoulders shake, let his tears spill over—he loves it. He’s rutting against the floor now, desperate, whining around your dick like you’re the only thing he needs to breathe.
"You gonna cum just from getting facefcked like a bitch?" you hiss.
Jason nods—fast, frantic.
You laugh. Spit in his mouth. Slap his cheek. Pull the leash again and hold him there while your hips snap forward with brutal rhythm.
When you pull out, he’s wrecked. His jaw is hanging open, tongue out, spit dripping down his neck. And he looks gorgeous like this.
You grab his face. Make him look at you.
“Say it.”
He pants. "Wh-what?"
"Say who owns you."
Jason hesitates—just a second.
Then: "You."
"Say it louder."
"You fucking own me," he moans. "I’m yours. I’m your fucking dog."
You grin.
"Now beg to get fucked."
He doesn't even pause.
“Please,” he gasps. “Please use me. Please, I—I need it—I’ll be good, I swear, just—please.”
And just like that, Jason Todd—the Red Hood, the most feared boss in Gotham—is on all fours, begging for the dick you’re about to be giving him.
Face red. Lips swollen. Hair stuck to his forehead. He’s panting now, thighs trembling as he tries to hold himself together, cock hard and leaking with no relief. The collar glints under the light, tight around his throat, leash trailing from your fist like a reminder.
Jason Todd doesn’t look like a mafia boss anymore.
He looks like a dog.
And he’s about to get treated like one.
“Get up,” you say.
He moves. Clumsy. Obedient. You shove him over the desk, chest flat, ass up, back arching perfect for you. The position makes him groan.
His pants are already gone. You never gave them back.
His thighs part without being told.
Ready.
“You were begging so sweet a second ago,” you murmur, palming his ass. “What happened to all that pride, Boss?”
Jason bites his lip. Doesn’t answer.
So you slap his ass. Loud. Sharp.
He jolts. “F-fuck—!”
“You forget how to talk?” you growl, leaning in close, letting your weight press into him from behind. “You forget who owns this?”
Your fingers drag down to his entrance. Wet. Twitching.
Jason gasps. “N-No—no, I know—I know—”
“Then say it.”
You shove two fingers inside him without warning. He screams. His back arches off the desk, legs shaking instantly.
“Fucking say it.”
“You—y-you own me,” he moans. “Please, please—I'm your fucking toy—”
You laugh against his ear.
“Yeah, you are.”
You press your cock to his slicked-up hole, teasing, dragging the head against him until he’s shivering and whining, back arched beautifully. The moment you press in—
He sobs.
"F-fuck—you're big—slow, slow—"
You don't go slow.
You grip the leash and pull as you sink in, one sharp thrust that fills him to the hilt. Jason’s scream gets buried in the desk wood, his fists clutching the edges like he’s trying to ground himself.
"You’re taking it," you growl. "Every inch. Just like you begged for."
Jason moans—high, desperate.
You start fucking into him, pace unrelenting, cock pistoning in and out as his hole squeezes around you so tight it hurts. He’s already leaking onto the desk, leaving a wet spot beneath him.
“Gonna cum like this?” you hiss. “No hands, no touch—just getting bred like the good bitch you are?”
He nods frantically, words lost in sobs and moans.
You feel the tremble before you hear the whimper.
Jason’s voice cracks. His whole body shudders. And then—his cock twitches untouched, shooting over the desk as his body clamps down around you.
He’s crying now. Quiet, desperate.
“C-Came—fuck, I came—”
You don’t stop.
“You think we’re done?” you growl, voice filthy. “You begged for it. Now fucking take it.”
You grab the leash, twist it around your fist, and pull his head back as you thrust harder, pounding into his overstimulated, raw hole until he’s a sobbing wreck on the wood, dripping and broken.
You feel it building. Heat low in your spine. Jason’s still twitching, every thrust making his legs shake, tongue hanging out as he begs for more, whimpers turning breathless.
“You want it?” you growl. “Want me to fill you up?”
Jason nods frantically, barely coherent.
“Fucking say it.”
“Please—please cum in me—want it—need your cum—breed me—!”
You snarl, bury yourself to the hilt, and let go.
Hot, thick, endless—you spill into him like you’re trying to mark him from the inside out. Jason gasps, back arching beautifully as he milks you, his hole clenching greedily with every spurt of release.
The air reeks of sweat, sex, and ownership.
And he loves it.
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He collapses the second you pull out, limp and twitching, cum leaking down his thighs in thick streaks. His face is flushed. His eyes are barely open.
You wipe him clean with your handkerchief. Gently.
You kiss his shoulder once. Then his temple.
He breathes slow. Even. Peaceful.
And the collar? You don’t take it off.
You brush your fingers over it softly, smirking.
“You looked better on your knees than you ever did behind a desk.”
Jason—wrecked, dazed, marked from the inside out—manages a breathy laugh.
Can you write bratty Gojo (who grew up as a rich kid and got spoiled by everyone around him) who maxed out his allowance card (that reader gave him) in one day so reader punishes him ☝🏻They’re like married and reader is usually obsessed with him in this quiet, controlled way yk? 😓
. brat taming satoru gojo
you walk into the dining room where your beautiful white hair blue eyed husband sat, eating some toast. you place a heavy card in front of him and slide it towards him.
“here,” you say quietly, he beams in excitement and grabs the card, launching at you in a tight hug. “thank youuu!!” he squeals as you smile and pet his hair.
“spend it wisely, kay? you won’t get another cent till next month.” he nods and hops out his chair.
yes, you give your husband a monthly allowance of thousands and thousands of dollars. he’s beautiful and so precious to you, he deserves it. recently though, you’ve been trying to make him save some money and not have it all gone by the end of the month. you’ve told him countless times.
and though he never listens, you don’t say anything. because you love him, and he gets whateverrr he wants.
a week goes by and you’ve gotten a message from your beloved husband… requesting a band???? you check the account and he’s completely spend it all. in a week. you’re irritated, and ignore his message.
the day goes by slow, you’re about to leave work and check your phone again. he’s texted you hundred times requesting and begging you to send him more money.
you get home tired and the first thing you hear… “YN. why haven’t you responded to my messages!!!!! i was having an emergency!” he whined in your ear as you sighed putting your stuff down and loosening your tie.
“why’re you ignoring me!??! hellloo?!” you furrow your brows trying to drown out the noise. it’s getting so annoying…
“YN!!—“
“i’ve told you many times to spend your money wisely, how could you have already spent all that money i gave you!?” he’s taken aback, you don’t raise your voice at him ever..
“sssooo? you can put more can’t you?” he rolls his eyes. you walk past him into the bedroom and take your tie off. “i wanted to buy this necklace i found, super cute but sooo expensive…….. and you put less than you did last time!!!”
“i work really hard, and not for you to just trash the money i give you.” you glare. “and you’ll just never learn, hm.?”
he scoffs and mutters softly about getting someone else to pay for his necklace. you snap towards him and pull his by the back of his shirt and hold onto his jaw tightly. “you’ll learn today.”
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Satoru’s face down on the bed with his ass up, a plug inside him and a cockring around his dick. he’s shaking and whimpering tiredly, his hands are tied together and legs spread wide.
on the other side of the room you’re sat at your desk, continuing some work. it’s been almost 20 minutes, he’s getting whinier as the time goes by. you walk over to the kitchen to get some water and come back to check on him, pulling the cloth out his mouth. “yn..! i’m sorry please i won’t ask for money anymore..!!”
you sit him up and make him drink some water, he stares up at you with big pleading eyes. you falter and tug at the plug and watch him fall apart, cock twitching ACHING to release.
you pity him and slide the ring off of him, he’s watching you so attentively as he’s never seen this side of you. you’ve always an obedient loving husband to him, and maybe he took advantage of that… but he didn’t expect this.
“you understand why i was frustrated, right, honey..?” you say stroking his face, “you just don’t listen…” you follow up threatening to put the ring back on his shaft.
“n..no..! i understand! i’ll behave..please just don’t…” he cuddles up to you, rubbing himself on you. you stand up and take the plug out of him earning a small huff. “what’d you learn?” you ruffle his hair.
“can’t ask others to… pay my stuff..” he watches you carefully. you smile softly rubbing his chin, he slowly smiles back and lets out a nervous chuckle. “..smart boy…”
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he’s gripping onto your thighs as you pound into him like never before, your hand firmly wrapped around his neck as your chest is pressed up against his back. he’s coughing as your grip tightens and he whines, tears running down his pretty face, his pretty hole unused to being treated so harshly.
“cmon, satoru.. try that again.” loosening your grip on his throat, he coughs and whines. “s-spend money….w..wislee..” he says weakly, bringing his hands up your wrist.
“good job, hon. wanna cum?” you grin kissing his neck, leaving a small bruise. he nodded frantically, smiling in relief. you bend him over and place both hands on his hips setting a rough pace, bottoming out.
he’s moaning, shaking with every thrust, whining your name as he gets closer. cursing as he makes a mess on the bed, smiling at the feeling of being pumped with your seed.
you never pull out. instead you have him cockwarm you as you finish up your work, quietly lecturing him about how you must work hard for money. he’s on the brink of passing out, humming at every word you say.
he keeps his allowance but he does spend it a bit wiser. though he can’t stop dreaming of you abusing his insides, playing so rough with him. maybeeeee he’ll misbehave a bit….
$ log - bending steve rogers over his desk to teach him a lesson on writing proper, professional mission reports, since he clearly couldn't do it right!
$ warn --nsfw --mean!amab!reader --dom!top!reader --sub!bot!steve --begging --degradation --impact-play(spanking) --orgasm-control(edging) --positions(doggy) --anal --office-sex
$ cd masterlist / steve-rogers
you had steve bent double over his own desk, broad shoulders trembling as you thrusted into him, punishing force. one hand was clamped cruelly on his waist, while your other hand casually held the printed mission report, skimming the lines of his failure.
"incompetent," you scoffed, "can't hold a perimeter without losing sight of the flank. this report is as sloppy as your lead during the recon. and i'm to blame?"
steve let out a broken groan, eyes unfocused as he stared at his desktop monitor. his hands trembled, fingers slipping on the keys as he tries to correct the errors you were mocking.
you leaned forwards, your chest pressing against his back — which coincidentally lodged your cock even deeper into his tight arse. the sudden deep intrusion made steve cry out, high-pitched, strangled.
his fingers jerked on the keyboard, sending a string of random characters across the screen.
"i think you're missing a semicolon there," you chuckle, your free hand dropping to thumb his nipple with a bruising pressure.
"god, please," steve gasped, eyes water as he stared at the monitor to find the cursor through his hazed pleasure. "i'll fix it, just — fuck, please — harder —"
"too formal," you scoffed, reading the second paragraph, "tone's far too stiff for a report, stevie. reads more like a damn textbook than a log."
smack!
you delivered a stinging slap to america's fine arse, making him jolt too violently that his forehead nearly hit the screen. "watch your typing, captain. a mistake in the syntax and you're getting another one."
"i'm trying — s'too much, oh god," steve sobbed, his voice a slurred mess. tears of pure sensory overload leaked from the corners of his eyes, as he stared at the screen. his vision was swimming; he was being fucked dumb.
his brain was turning to mush under the relentless, heavy thrusts that kept him hovering on the mean edge of an orgasm he wasn't allowed to reach.
every time he tried to focus on the cursor, you'd drive into him with a sickening squelch, churning through the mess of your previous releases already coating his insides.
"there's an error in the third sentence — 'deployment' is spelt wrong. steve, are you really that distracted?"
smack!
another harsh palm landed on his backside, making him let out an undignified yelp. his fingers danced clumsily over the keys, hitting 'delete' far too many times as he struggled to regain his composure.
"i'm sorry — god, please — just one minute of peace —" he was begging desperately, voice cracking with the frustration of being kept on the edge, his ignored cock twitching and leaking uselessly past his desk. you held him there, practically buried to the hilt.
"peace is for people who get their work done right, steve." you countered, your voice dropping to a predatory growl. he whimpered at your words, eyes rolling back at your prodding tip. "you're far from deserving of that."
you pat his reddening arse —soft but it stung lightly — "chop, chop, get on with the third paragraph now."
$ tag @twentytomidnight @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @froggibus
★Loser Rodrick x Popular, slight possessive male reader★
As far as Rodrick knew, he was absolutely sure he was into women!!
Flirting with girls, having girlfriends, the occasional summer fling or school crush, plus the celebrity crush.
So why was he so different when he was around M/N? M/N was a guy! It wasn’t… normal, right?? Well, Rodricks parents were out of town and he decided to throw a house party!
He invited everyone in the school without checking who he invited, that included you. Ugh, he was so doomed.
He saw you at his house at the party. Music, snacks, drinks, games…Rodrick went up to you, standing besides you with a soda in a red solo cup with his eyeliner on, his elbow on a nearby counter as he started to attempt to small talk.
“How are you still single? You’re pretty handsome.” Rodrick attempted to flirt and failed a bit as you raise an eyebrow, a sheepish laugh escaping him and mentally cursing himself.
"W-What I was trying to say is uh, want to grab a drink with me, m/n?" Rodrick looks away and to the drinks table.
"Sure, I was going to get one anyways" You respond, putting your phone away and following him.
Rodrick is busy making a drink for you, turning his back. You can't help but notice his weird attempts to get closer to you this past week. He always made time to talk to you or insist that he'd be the one to help you practice the guitar. Well, it's cute, and it makes you wonder what he's going to do next.
"Here, I hope you like it" Rodrick looks away and grips his cup a bit, he visibly waits for you to try the drink out. "Well? Do you like it? I played around with the best tasting alcohol-"
"Hm...Rodrick...Do you like me?" You stare straight at him, raising an eyebrow and smirking a bit. You move closer to him, towering over him in height (he was a bit short in comparison)
Rodrick stammers and fidgets with his cup loudly, "What!? Like you??" Rodrick nervously scoffs "As if I'd like someone as snobby as you, and I'm not even in to dudes anyway, that's just not how I swing man-"
You huff and grab his hand firmly "Who do you think you're calling snobby? And don't even try to lie to me, I've seen you checking me out any chance those messy eyes of yours get"
"Checking you out when there's nothing to look at? Don't make me laugh, how can I like you?"Rodrick snaps back.
Now he's gone and said it, he needs to shut up.
Well you see, m/n is very insecure of his body even though for being averagely built.
You grab him by the waist and kiss him in the heat of the moment. Rodrick stops breathing for a second and gasps into your mouth.
You do everything in the book, biting his lip, gripping his waist and feeling him up. In his kitchen. In his kitchen were people can see. Near the damn drinks.
Rodrick does what any straight bisexual person does, stop the kiss, right? Well that's what he should've done to save his "reputation". He melts into the kiss and starts kissing you back but more desperately.
"Hhnn..I love you so much,m/n..."
You pause and after a few seconds he pauses too.
You break the kiss but your grip on his waist doesn't loosen up one bit."I-Is that true? Do you..actually love me?" You look at him all does eyed and he flushed up.
"Of course not! It's not like...." Rodrick looks down and clenches his fists, and unclenches it. "I do like you, ever since we were kids"
"And it's okay if you say no"
"I just want to see you happy m/n, with the woman you love."
Rodrick turns his head away but you force it back to face you. "Rodrick, I like you too" You still look at him with those does eyes. "Please, don't say something like that. I want to be happy... With you. I want to be with you"
You kiss him again and lift him on the counter, making some people glance at him but they just look away.
"A-Are we really going to do this m/n?"Rodrick breathlessly says.
"Let's just go to my room"
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Rodrick nervously straddles your bare waist, too embarrassed to take his one shirt off cause of his stupid skull tat he got while drunk with his stupid friends.
"I want to see you" You mindlessly tug at his shirt. "I want to see every inch of you I'm going to take"
Rodrick blushes and scoffs "shut up and just put it in already" he slightly grinds against your cock with rips a light groan out of you.
You smirk slyly "if that's what my baby wants...." You coo at him while slowly tracing his abdomen.
You thrust up into Rodrick experimentally, which causes him to groan loudly. "Don't be shy to make noise, you made the music unbearably loud after all."
Rodrick impatiently rocks his hip against yours to try to chase that feeling of you moving in him. "M...M/nnn..."
You just watch him try to move on you on his own, you tut and thrust into him yourself at a steady pace. Which causes him to whimper a bit.
"You're so perfect..mine..and only mine" You lowly say. "You'll be filled so good, I'll ruin you for anyone else"
"M-M/nnn...!" Rodrick whines your name out as you start to move faster "More..."
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"m/n please...!" Rodrick cries out as this is the third time you denied his orgasm, his eyes filling with tears as he ruins his eyeliner and arches when you hit his prostate again mercilessly.
M/n leans down a bit and slows his thrusts down a bit, which makes Rodrick sob, feeling Rodrick walls pulsate around him. "It's okay baby," you plant a kiss on his forehead, "you're doing so good for me..."
Rodrick let's out a whine as M/n picks up the pace again, his eyes rolling into his head. Moaning loudly at every deep thrust m/n makes.
One of M/ns thrusts particularly made Rodrick let out a pathetic chocked sob and he buries his head into your shoulder to muffle his sounds as he spills all over himself.
Rodrick let's out a shaky gasp as m/n keeps on going, letting out more pathetic moans, his walls trembling and gripping onto m/n.
"M/n stop...i c-can't come anyMORE..!" Rodrick let's out a loud cry as m/n starts targeting his prostate while picking up the past.
"You're doing so good, good boy...." You thrust one last time, finally coating Rodricks walls with your come. You pull out and cuddle Rodrick.
"T-That felt amazing...we have to do that again sometime,m/n.."
"Yeah,yeah. Not after I make you my boyfriend first,Rodrick"
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Okayyy so I'm definitely writing for Light yagami next 😚
synopsis: min-su reminds you of a cat- so you decide to put your theory to the test.
content warnings: 18+, bottom min-su, spit used as lube, full nelson, semi-public sex, mentions of a threesome
word count: 1.1k
The oppressive atmosphere of the living quarters was suffocating, with the grim reality of the games pressing down on everyone. Yet, in the dim, flickering light, your gaze kept wandering to Minsu.
He sat curled up on his bunk, arms wrapped tightly around his knees, his eyes darting nervously at every sudden noise. He flinched when someone raised their voice, shrinking into himself like he wanted to disappear.
A scaredy cat, you thought. And the more you watched him, the more the comparison fit. His skittish demeanor, the way he seemed to seek small, hidden spaces, and even the soft, plaintive looks he gave when he thought no one was watching.
The idea stuck with you, an unexpected distraction from the horrors of the games.
Lights out came, and as the dormitory descended into uneasy silence punctuated by muffled whispers, you slipped off your bunk. Moving carefully to avoid the patrolling guards, you made your way to the dingy bathroom where Minsu had retreated earlier.
The flickering bulb overhead cast a pale glow across the cracked tiles. You found him near the sinks, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, head ducked as if he were trying to make himself smaller.
“Minsu,” you called softly.
He jumped, almost slipping on the damp floor. “What—what are you doing here?” he hissed, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Relax,” you said, raising your hands in mock surrender. “I just wanted to check on you. You seem... tense.”
He frowned, his expression somewhere between confusion and suspicion. “Why do you care?”
“Because,” you said, stepping closer, “you remind me of something.”
His brow furrowed. “What?”
“A cat.”
His reaction was immediate—his face flushed red, and he stammered, “A c-cat? Are you serious? Why would you—”
You grinned, leaning casually against the sink next to him. “Yeah. A scaredy cat, to be exact.”
Minsu’s mouth opened and closed like he was trying to come up with a retort but couldn’t find one. His flustered expression was too good to resist.
“See?” you teased, stepping closer, watching his ears go pink. “You even look like one when you’re embarrassed.”
“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered, looking everywhere except at you.
“Sure you don’t,” you said, tilting your head. “But I think there’s one way to prove my theory.”
Before he could ask, you leaned in, your lips brushing his in a fleeting, deliberate motion. Minsu froze, his wide eyes meeting yours as his breath hitched.
For a moment, he stayed like that—still, hesitant. But then something shifted. His hands gripped the front of your shirt tightly, and he pressed back, his lips warm and insistent against yours.
What started as cautious quickly turned messy. His lips moved clumsily against yours, a mix of eagerness and inexperience, and you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. You tilted his chin slightly, deepening it, and he let out a muffled sound of surprise that sent a shiver down your spine.
The kiss grew hungrier, his breathing ragged as he pulled you closer, fingers clutching at your shirt like he couldn’t bear the idea of letting go. Your hands found his waist, steadying him as he leaned into you, his back brushing against the cold, tiled wall.
Minsu let out a soft, breathy whine as you nipped at his bottom lip, and you couldn’t resist teasing him. “You sound like—”
“Don’t,” he interrupted, but his flushed face and half-lidded eyes betrayed him.
You pressed your lips to the corner of his mouth, trailing down to his jaw, and that’s when you heard it—a soft, low vibration.
You froze for a moment, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. “Are you... purring?”
Minsu blinked at you, his face turning impossibly red. “No! I—I’m not!”
But the sound was undeniable, a steady hum coming from his chest.
“Oh my god,” you said, grinning so wide your cheeks hurt. “You’re actually purring.”
His hands flew to his face, muffling a groan of embarrassment. “You’re the worst,” he mumbled, the vibration still faintly audible.
“And you’re adorable,” you countered, leaning in to kiss him again, this time slower, savoring the way he melted against you.
Your hands slowly went to the hem of his sweatpants, tugging on the strap. He yelped at the friction, wide eyes looking up at you.
“Do you want to do this? I can stop if you give me the word,” you stated, to which he said nothing for a moment, before he brought his lips to yours once more.
Taking that as a sign to continue, you pulled down his sweatpants and boxers with one firm tug, revealing his aching cock.
You flicked the tip, making the other man let out a small squeal.
Cute.
He steadied himself by placing his hands on your shoulders, as you lifted him up onto the sink. Your hand travelled past his length to his hole, that was twitching around nothing.
Two of your fingers went towards his face, prodding at his lips. “Suck.”
Minsu complied, meekly letting your digits into his mouth, swirling them around with his tongue. The sight alone made you hard. You wondered how his mouth would feel around your–
Soon, you removed your fingers and placed them at his hole, slowly sliding one finger in. Minsu gasped at the intrusion, his hands gripping onto your shoulders much tighter than before.
You slid another digit into his hole, then another– three fingers were gently pumping in and out of his hole. Your other hand was covering his mouth. As much as you wanted to hear his pretty sounds, you didn’t want to risk a guard barging in.
Once you felt that he was fully prepped, you removed your own sweatpants and boxers, before removing your fingers from his entrance and replacing them with your hard cock.
“This might hurt just a little bit,” you whispered in his ear, before slowly sliding the head in. Minsu gasped, the sudden intrusion doing wonders to his brain. He had never felt this full.
You on the other hand, let out a low groan. ‘He must be a virgin,’ you thought. You had never fucked anyone this…tight.
You gently bottomed out into him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear to calm him down. You lifted him up from the sink, and held him in a full nelson, before starting to thrust into him.
The new angle was making your cock hit his prostate with every thrust. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he let out a loud moan. Your other hand hand gone to his waist to hold him upright.
You fucked into him like a wild animal, savouring his every sound. Logical reasoning had flown out the window a long time ago, you were going to die anyway.
“Fuck–I’m cumming, please–,”Minsu rasped out, to which you only sped up your thrusts.
“So good f’me baby, that’s it–”
The bathroom door opened.
“Minsu my boy! Better vote O tomorrow– What the fuck.”
hii there, i saw that u have reqs open & it's a first to see someone writing for dom!reader
can i request sub rin with reader who likes to tease him?
WHAT A MEANIE!
Rin is the type of man to be short tempered. But what if his own lover loves to push his buttons?
Sub! Rin Itoshi x Dom! Male! Reader
CW: aged up characters, you and rin r a couple, dry humping #bringbackdryhumping, fucking through clothes, monstrous amount of lube, breeding, degradation, dacryphilia (as always), anal sex, sloppy sex, ass slapping, size difference if you squint, lmk if i missed other warnings!
MINORS DNI. Not proofread, will encounter grammar and typo errors
Rin is known as a feared man, everyone would walk on thin ice whenever he’s in the same room with him. The moment he gets upset over something, he’s already cussing them out as if he’s a second away from punching them straight in the face.
And the only person keeping him sane was you— his lover. You’d been his best friend way before he turned this cold, but nonetheless of his change— you still stayed by his side until adulthood came and both of you had been a couple for years.
You had a teasing personality, people already hate it whenever you’d have a conversation with them. Knowing that you’re going to be teasing them to death. You enjoyed teasing, especially when it’s your lover. Seeing him get agitated and flustered riled you up.
“J- Just put it in!” He groaned out in anger, his face red as he turned around at you with a scowl. But you just chuckled, continuing to knead his clothed ass.
When you meant you enjoyed teasing him— you meant you enjoyed seeing him on all fours in your bed while you stationed behind him. Both of you were fully clothed, which made Rin irritated. The lack of skin contact drove him crazy, his skin was begging to be free, to feel your skin, to be touched without any barriers of fabric.
He was growing frustrated, you were growing amused. Seeing him wiggle his ass impatiently made your boner harder. The fabric of his pajama hugged his ass so perfectly, its muscles were stretched nicely as he arched his back onto the bed. The round shape of his ass only made your mouth drool. You wanted to pounce on him already, but you knew your day wouldn’t be complete if you won’t tease him for a while.
“Your ass is so perfect, baby…Did you workout your glutes more for me, whore?” Your palm collided with his ass, completely enjoying how it bounced every slap. Rin whimpered at the collision, glaring at you as you slapped his ass again. Playing with it like a stress toy.
“Are you gonna put it in, or what? Your lukewarm teasing isn’t working.” Saying that as if his face wasn’t red as a tomato while his voice was growing whiny every passing second.
“Oh please, I can hear your voice getting whiny. You that fucking desperate?” Your large hands squeezed his ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Rin moaned as he felt your hands toy around his clothed ass even rougher. Shaking his head immediately when he heard your response.
“I- I’m not desperate… Stop teasing.” Rin whined out, his hips bucking the air as his dick screamed for any physical contact. Throbbing underneath his pajamas. You grabbed his hips, holding it firmly and roughly.
“What? I’m not teasing! Just showing you what I’ll do later, like this—“
Your hips thrusted hard, clothed cock hitting his clothed ass. Rin screamed out a choked moan, his ass bouncing as your hips slammed into him. Then he whimpered, still not feeling your cock. Your hands dug its fingers deeper to his ass’ skin— spreading his clothed cheeks apart again.
“Just showing you how hard I’ll pound into you later.”
You collided your hips with his ass once again, harder than before. His ass rippling again as your clothed boner nestled in between his ass cheeks. Rin whined, feeling your huge boner graze his ass along with your painful fingers spreading his ass apart.
“See? Ain’t it fun, you’re practically prepping here, you know?” You slammed your hips again, and again, and again. Then grinding both your clothed crotches against each other. Completely lost in the sight of Rin’s ass bouncing and your boner digging deep between his clothed ass cheeks.
Your hips humped against his roughly, letting your clothed cock slide in between his ass. The rough fabric of your pajamas grinding against each other, Rin’s pajamas growing a wet patch on his crotch. His pre-cum seeping through the fabric.
Rin moaned at the feeling of his balls and ass get stimulation from your clothed cock, rubbing into them roughly. He arched his back, trying to push back onto your dick. Needing to feel more of your length.
Your lover struggled to keep composure, feeling every bit of his agitation slowly turn into arousal and humiliation. He could feel your hard dick through both your clothes, it felt so big— he immediately wanted it in him. His mind wandering imaginations, like how’d you pound your dick inside him like how you were teasing him right now.
“P- Please— Jus- Just put it in—! Fuck! Ngh, please!” Rin felt his cold facade crumble, growing impatient for your cock. You slapped his ass hard and slammed your hips onto him hard for the last time. Hands grabbing his green hair and pulling his body up, he moaned whilst he felt the hem of his t-shirt get pulled up. His upper body now bare.
He whined as he felt the cold air hitting his skin, his nipples growing hard. Your mouth found its way to his neck, marking every crevice of his skin until it’s stained with hickeys. Making sure to bite and suck on the sensitive parts of his skin, making Rin whimper. The overwhelming feeling of you cock grinding against his needy ass and your mouth sucking, biting, and licking the sensitive areas of his neck.
Your hands made its way to his nipples, both hands twisting both his nipples roughly all at once. Rin moaned in pain, arching his back to push his ass back to you and his chest to your hands. You squeezed his pecs, twist his nipples, and slapped it again and again. Playing with his chest until he cried from the underwhelming pleasure.
Then suddenly, you let go of him all at once. Pulling your hips, mouth, and hands away. His body falling forward to the mattress below you. He whined while he turned around from the sudden abandonment of touch, seeing you grab the lube from the nightstand. His heart beating loudly as he realized what was about to happen.
You pulled down your pants and underwear, your large cock bouncing out. Laying it in between his clothed ass. Letting out a teasing chuckle once you saw Rin realize your teasing wasn’t over.
“[n- name]…Put it in, please.” Rin whined, his hands clutching onto the bed sheets like a life line. His heart wildly beating from anticipation as your huge and long cock reached his lower back when you placed it between his ass.
“And let you have all the fun? Nuh-uh.” Your said the last word in a sing song tone. Making Rin whine out in frustration, wiggling his clothed ass against your cock.
Your fingers wrapped around his ass once again, spreading the cheeks apart, making your dick dig deeper between his ass cheeks. You opened the bottle of lube— pouring a generous amount of it on your bare cock and his clothed ass.
Rin shuddered when he felt the cold slick of lube seep through his pajama. You thrusted your hips, your cock sliding between his wet, clothed ass roughly. You groaned in pleasure, his ass felt so good it could honestly make you cum.
Your fingers pushed his ass cheeks together, squeezing your cock in between them. Thrusting rougher and harder— turning his ass cheeks into a flesh light. Pouring more lube, and thrusting faster. Squelching noises and the slapping of your hips against his filled the room.
Along with Rin’s moans and whimpers as he relished the feeling of your cock slide and graze on the rim of his hole. His ass felt so wet from your pre-cum and lube, that wet the fabric until it was practically see through. Revealing the crevices of his ass and small dick, especially now that he wasn’t wearing anything under his pajamas.
“H- hah, you didn’t even bother to wear any underwear. What a slut.” You slapped his ass, seeing it bounce and tremble under you. You gathered saliva in your mouth, spitting on his ass. All the liquids from previously mixing together as you grind your cock against his ass.
Rin felt his mind turn to mush, he was too humiliated and pleasured. The overwhelming feeling of your teasing along with the underwhelming pleasure you gave him fucked his mind dumb. He opened his panting mouth further, his tongue slipping out while drool dripped down on it. His mind finally entering a sub-space.
“I- I’m your slut! Y- yes, just fuck me so good with your dick— Mgh.” His hips moved in sync with yours, moving like a slut as he rocked it back and forth. His back arching beautifully as he moved so erratic. Chasing his own pleasure as if your dick is actually inside him.
“Sh- shit.” You moaned out, thrusting harder then pulling away to pull his pajamas down swiftly. Your cock resuming thrusting in between his now bear ass. Grabbing lube again and pouring a lot in between his ass, the squelching noise and skin slapping turning louder and sloppier.
Rin whimpered as his skin felt the cold, thick lube and your veiny cock, he bounced his hips harder, the feeling of your large cock graze against his finally bare ass made his tip spurt out a thick white liquid. His legs quaked as his orgasm came crashing down on him, cumming untouched.
“H- hah, look at you. Begging me to put it in, but you just came without anything in you.” You groaned out a tease, continuing to thrust your cock between his hips. Rin’s legs trembled, still feeling the aftershocks of cumming and your dick rubbing against his hole. He felt so pleasured, yet at the same time it didn’t feel complete. His mind spiraling at the sensation.
“Look! Like hotdogs between buns. What a slutty buns, hah.” You chuckled, still teasing him while your dick nestled between his asscheeks. His round skin shiny from the liquid spread across.
“Mm- Mmmh— ! Put it in— Please!” He moaned out, begging with desperation. His previous orgasm messed his thought process, he couldn’t grasp to keep his legs up properly. He couldn’t kneel properly, his trembling knees slipping against the sheets.
You grabbed the lube, pulling your dick away for a second. Spreading his lubed ass apart, revealing his twitching hole. His desperation was evident by how slick and hungry his hole was, twitching aggressively— as if trying to beg for your cock inside. You squeezed more lube onto his ass, the thick liquid spread across his cheeks and hole. He let out a whimper as he felt the cold lube drip into his hole.
“Say ahh,” You mocked him, your tip pressing against his hole. Pushing an inch inside. His body twitched as he felt your cock’s huge tip.
You grabbed his hair and pulled his upper body, his head now laying on your shoulders as your tip teased him. He faced you. You kissed him— then shoving your tongue inside his mouth. Rin moaned on your mouth, his lips trembled while he struggled to keep up with the kiss. Your tongue exploring the inside of his mouth, wetting everything inside while he moaned weakly into the kiss.
You pulled away, pulling his head back. Then you gathered saliva in your mouth, spitting inside his gaped mouth.
“A- aahh.” Rin stuck his tongue out even more, drool dripping down his pink tongue. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, completely lost inside the feeling of your tip.
“Fucking slut, can’t even stop cumming untouched.” You slapped his ass one last time before shoving in your length. Rin’s eyes widened, tears falling down even more. Getting more stretched out as your length slid into him.
You slid your dick in until it reached hip to hip with your lover, your crotch making contact with his ass and your whole length nestling in him. The man below you whimpered, his legs trembling from both pleasure and pain of your cock now trying to ease in him.
The squelching noises of his lubed up ass filled the air while you moved slowly. He moaned along your movement, after longs hours of teasing— your cock is finally inside.
“H- harder, please.”
“Gladly.” Both your hands slapped his ass then gripping it to spread apart. Your grip was so tight it could lift up all his weight. You shoved your cock full inside him again— except harder this time.
You pulled half your length out, then slamming your hips back into him. Your thrusts getting rougher as your dry humping earlier.
And it sent Rin to heaven— his prostate getting hit with every thrust. Your thrusts had his tongue rolled out, cross his teary teal eyes, and scream out your name like a chant.
“[n-name]! O-oh my— Please—! A- aaah! Nghh! It’s shoo big!” Rin screamed out, a whimpering mess whilst you pounded into his boy pussy. His hole squelching every thrust, and his ass bouncing every slam of your hips.
You lifted his trembling frame, thrusting harder and rougher. Your grip on his hips controlled his ass, moving it back and forth in sync with your thrusts. Making the one and only Rin Itoshi into your personalized fleshlight.
“I- I’m cumming! Don’t stop! P- please!” Rin arched his back, your dick digging dip into him as you fully controlled his whole body. His body that convulsed with your every thrust. He moaned and screamed out your name continuously— the overstimulation from your cock turning his mind dumb.
“Cum all you want, my greedy little cum dump.” You shoved your lengthy into him. Every thrust felt like you reached the deepest part of his inside. Hitting all the spots you needed to reach. From his prostate, to his most painful spot, and to his cervix. Everything was reached and beaten up by your huge cock.
His insides and mind turning into mush completely. He felt like all his organs were rearranged, by how rough and deep you’re going in. His hands pressing down the large dent in his stomach you created from your huge length.
“Y- yes! I’m cumming— ngh—! I’m your greedy fuck—! Cum slut! A- aah!” He screamed out, his back arching hard, his nipples grazing the bed sheets with your rough thrusts. His tip squirted out another round of cum. Its white and slightly thick cum escaped his small dick.
You moaned along with him. Your thrusts going harder and faster as you felt your dick tense inside him. The man below you weakly screamed, overstimulated as you fucked him even after cumming so hard.
Your hips pounded into him messily, chasing your orgasm. His limp body bouncing back and forth from your thrusts. His body felt like your sex toy, completely limp and used to your own desire. He didn’t protest with your rough treatment, just moaning weakly and taking all the pleasure and pain like a good slut.
Your hips slammed in him one last time. Digging deep inside, your heavy balls slapping on his ass so loud. The slap echoed inside the room, along with Rin’s whimpers as he felt your load unleash inside him.
Your cock pushed out all the cum it has been holding. His warm, tight, and pink wall getting painted white with your thick cum. His hole leaked from the amount you came, flooding his insides until it overflowed out his hole. The thick cum dripping down his ass to his balls, staining the sheets underneath you.
“Shit. So fucking good for me.” You pulled out, your cum gushing out his hole even more. Making Rin whimper out as he felt his hole clench around nothing but your sloppy cum and lube. You slapped his ass, seeing his wet skin and dripping hole bounce from your palms.
You chuckled, slapping it again. Completely mesmerized at the view.
“Stop teasing…” Rin whispered, his face red and flustered from your endless teasing.
“You looked like a glazed donut.” You snorted— foundling with his ass as if he was a toy. He let out a meek whine, trying to pull his ass away. But you pulled it closer, slapping it one last time.
“Let’s give this cute cum dump a bath, yeah?” You carried your lover bridal style to the bathroom. Kissing his cheeks gently, while he blushed cutely.
“J- just forget I said that. Don’t be Lukewarm. H-hey, don’t laugh…stop teasing!”
imagine fucking into your boyfriend while he's bent over a crumbling balcony in the middle of the apocalypse, with a swarm of zombies clawing and snapping just a few stories below.
you’ve got him bent over the balcony rail, arms trembling as he clings to the rusted metal. one slip, one bad angle, and he’s falling face-first into the horde.
meanwhile, your dick is still inches deep inside his tight ass.
his fingers are white-knuckled around the railing, arms shaking as you force him to arch his back. every time you slam into him, he jerks forward — tits dragging against the cold metal and bouncing with every snap of your hips, all while the monsters below shriek like they’re begging for him to drop right into their open mouths.
he’s sobbing, begging, “nonono, not here, not like this—” but the way his hole strangles your cock makes you think otherwise. poor thing. your puppy leaks like a broken faucet the second he’s stuffed, and to think he's too cock-drunk to see it..
you can't help it when laughter rips from your throat. so you grip his jaw, make him look down at the swarm below.
"see that? that’s what’s waiting if you fuck up. you slip, you’re meat. understand?”
he whimpers and nods frantically, but it doesn’t matter. you slam into him again, forcing his chest harder against the railing until the old steel groans under his weight.
“dumb bitch,” you spit, hand sliding down his belly to feel the way he spasms. “can’t even take cock without clinging for dear life. you’d die for it, wouldn’t you? maybe drop into those teeth just to keep me inside.”
tears streak his face, dripping onto the concrete as his voice cracks. “n-no— i don’t— i can’t— please!-” and yet his back arches, hole clutching around you like he’d rather be fucked into the abyss than let you stop.
your grip on his hips tightens even more. every thrust shoves him forward, the railing groaning like it might give way any second. his legs are shaking, knees knocking against the rusted bars as if they’ll buckle, but you don’t let up.
"every thrust rattles that railing. you feel it? shaking under you?”
his fingers claw desperately at the rust. you take notice and snap your hips again.
"keep squeezing me like that, and maybe i’ll take my hands off. let's see if those arms of yours can still keep you up, hm?”
you peel one hand from his hip, just to prove your point. his body lurches forward, chest slamming into the railing with a metallic screech. instantly, he yelps— "w-wait, don’t—!”
"aw," you laugh, still buried to the hilt with only one hand on him. “every time i let go, you sound like you’re falling. do you know how easy it’d be? one bad thrust and you’re gone.”
his shoulders tremble so hard flakes of rust break under his grip. “n-no— i-i’m holding— i won’t—ahahh!-”
you slam forward, harder, bouncing his tits against the cold railing. his words splinter into a sob.
"don't look at me,” you hum, shoving his head down until his wide eyes are forced onto the seething swarm. they shriek louder, frenzied like they can smell how close he is.
“p-please, i-i can’t— they’ll—!” his voice cracks, words cutting off in a moan when you rut into him again.
your free hand trails up his spine, until it grips the back of his neck. you squeeze just enough to arch him up under the pressure, while his body strains between the choke and the railing.
“now hold yourself up, slut.” you hiss in his ear. “show me you can keep yourself alive while i fuck you.”
his nails tear rust from the rail as he wails, “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’ll take it— i’ll take it all, just don’t let me fall, don’t let me go, please— please...”
