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Vil decides to have himself some fun after a day of work
Mature/18+
Vil had just finished up his most recent photoshoot. He wiped his brow before grabbing a bottle of water, and politely thanking the crew. A hand ran through his hair as he went back toward his dressing room, and locked the door behind him.
Inside, in the far corner was his lover crouched, leashed, and exposed; arms bound behind their back, vibrator strapped to continuously tease, blindfold covering their eyes, and an open mouth gag allowing a stream of their drool to leak out.
Vil instantly smirked upon seeing them in such a state. “My my my,” he said, “Just look at you. Utterly and completely revolting.”
Only a gasping whine responded to him. Purple eyes narrowed as he frowned. “Now darling,” he crooned as he pulled on the leash, “You could sound a little more enthusiastic. After all,” here he paused to smirk, “I can finally do with you as I wish.”
The leash was tugged once more earning Vil a satisfactory noise. “That’s much better.” He undid his belt, pants lowering just enough to release his hardened member. “Now your reward.” He added, pulling the leash once more to force himself into his darling’s mouth.
Vil kept pulling on the leash, making them deepthroat his needy cock. “Ohh darling,” he breathed, “I’ve trained you well.” His free hand moved to firmly grasp onto their hair to be able to thrust into their mouth more aggressively. The feel of his darling potato moaning around him nearly had his own eyes rolling back.
The next thing he knew, his lover had cum all over themself and his own clothing. “Now now. These were all brand new.” He scolded. “I suppose we can stop this now.” And with that he pulled out of their mouth to graciously turn off the vibrator.
A small, relieved whimper came out of their throat. “And I suppose this could come off too.” Vil added as he gently took off the gag. “It feels much better to feel your lips around me.” He roughly forced himself back into their mouth, both hands now gripping onto their hair.
“Fuck,” he whispered, eyes rolling back. “I just love how your throat feels.” Vil kept thrusting into his lover’s mouth, their tongue working the way they knew he loved while they themself gagged trying to catch their breath.
After another few minutes of fully thrusting into their throat, Vil flicked off the blindfold. “Look at me,” he ordered.
His darling looked up through their tears, both of their gazes meeting each other. One final, aggressive thrust, and Vil yanked on the leash to keep them in place as he released himself down into their throat. Violet eyes rolled back into his head as his dick pulsated, his lover doing their best to swallow as much as they could.
Vil pulled out, some of his semon dripping down out of their mouth in the process. “Now dear,” he said, panting slightly, “I believe you know not to waste a drop.”
“P-Please..” they said. “Please for-forgive me..” they breathed heavily, trying to lick around their lips to catch it all.
Vil caught hold of their chin, making them look into his eyes once more. “I believe you know I’m not the forgiving type my dear.” he said coldly. “Now bend over. It’s time for your punishment.”
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