How would dol characters react to pc riding them like crazy (pent up mostly) begging the npc/love interests to cum inside them
Riding Eden, Kylar, and Harper
Contains: gn!reader, drugging, hypnotism, noncon, brief mention of pregnancy, all gender neutral characters, Kylar and Harper have a vaguely implied phallic device for you to ride while Eden is the only one explicitly described as having a functioning penis
A/N: Haven’t checked my inbox in some time, so apologies. My dad went to jail, I moved in with some friends, and I finally found myself an adorable partner of my own. Anyway, here’s your biannual subscription of depravity 🫡
Eden
This motherfucker is as smug as can be. You’re riding them with such fervor, eyes scrunched tight in concentration, so desperate for their cum that you’re actually tearing up. They won’t help you just yet, though. After running off and missing curfew, you’ll have to earn the right to be filled. They’ve half a mind to pull you off right as they reach that precipice and spill across your bodies instead of giving you what you want. They won’t, though. Eden is just as pent up and desperate as yourself.
Your hips pause for just a moment, taking that time to peer and to match eden’s gaze, their eyes lidded with hunger and possessiveness. You can’t seem to stop the words that tumble out from your mouth next.
“Put a baby in me.”
You know just how to press their buttons to get what you want. Don’t worry, regardless of your anatomy, Eden will find a way to fulfill that desire. At the very least, once they’re through, those legs won’t be able to run off anymore.
Kylar
Kylar is in absolute bliss. With every bounce, Kylar sinks deeper into ecstasy. Why didn’t they slip aphrodisiac into your drink sooner? If only this moment could carry on forever.
Heat fills your core, so intense you fear you’ll never be able to extinguish it. Your legs ache, but that burning desire compells you to keep pace. Your head is so fuzzy and you don’t quite know how things progressed to this point, but what you do know is just how badly you need to wring this bastard dry.
Nothing could shake Kylar from this bliss they’re in, overstimulation be damned.
Your hips stutter at the chime of your phone, lustful haze lifting just enough to register how much time has passed. Clammy hands snatch your hips before you can try to lift yourself off. Below you, tears well in your stalker’s eyes as they grind desperately up into you.
“No! Don’t stop! Please! Keep going!”
Well, you’ve already come this far, haven’t you? You’ll worry about the consequences later.
Harper
Perhaps hypnotizing you to willingly ride them was a mistake. Despite their best efforts, they just can’t seem to snap you out of it. And since when have you been this strong? Effortlessly keeping them pinned securely in their office chair as you fuck yourselves on them.
Your body moves on it’s own accord, hips bouncing rhythmically to a tune that only you can hear. Skin hot to the touch, you shake with arousal, that cord of pleasure pulled taut, yet a little voice hums in the back of your mind, never letting you slow for a moment.
Harper groans beneath you, as overstimulated as yourself. Their thighs are soaked with your combined fluids, the sounds of bare skin and breathless moans resounding through their office.
Yet, they find their mind sinking deeper into bliss. The way your skins glistens, midday sun shining through the curtains and enveloping you in a blinding halo of light. Your entire being saturates their senses, drawing them deeper into a pleasurable trance of their own.
They can only hope your body will simply collapse from exhaustion soon. It won’t be too long before they lose themself to this hypnotic pleasure too.
