hiii bestie. doesn’t have to be a request but brain is thinking about omega natsume in heat, I wonder if he’d have any energy left to be a brat or just turn into putty the moment he gets any sort of attention. I need to call him a slut for spreading his legs so easily and then make him a crying and moaning mess begging for a knot -rei
here. have a crumb of natsume:
NATSUME SAKASAKI + BEGGING
"You can only hold his gaze for a few seconds before the suspense becomes too much for even you to bear. Who knows when you’ll get such a nice gift throwing himself at you again?"
Contains: GN Reader, Reader has a Penis, Implied Top Reader/Bottom Natsume, Nipple Play, Omegaverse, Alpha Reader, Omega Natsume, no penetration
Word Count: 613
(NSFW UNDER CUT)
Natsume’s lucky you’re an alpha worth your salt or else you would have pounced on him like a feral animal the moment you locked the door behind you or hell, from the moment you smelled the mouthwatering pheromones of an omega in heat.
“If you don’t just touch me already-!"
And now, instead of being grateful for your self-control while you intrude, he demands you let loose and ravish him. How ungrateful, you have half a mind to walk right out but… his body writhes and arches so deliciously on the bed; you don’t think you can with him like this. Every movement draws you closer and closer until you’re just an arms-length away without even intending to approach.
To hell with leaving, it feels like you need to pop a knot in the boy in front of you or you might die!
His voice cuts off into a loud moan at your touch. It’s a strange feeling to pinch his nipples; the bar is palpable beneath the thin, sensitive skin there. The contrast between soft skin and hard metal is obvious while you roll his skin over the bar that lays just underneath it. He whines and paws at your hands in what seems to be an attempt to get you to stop.
“Noooo! Not like that”
His voice breaks on his words pathetically. Once again, the evil idea of leaving him dry flashes behind your eyelids. You can’t imagine actually doing that, but you can absolutely imagine Natsume begging for you to stay.
“That’s alright, I can stop.”
You hide a smile as you turn to leave but before you can even take a step, he’s frantically chasing after you, scrambling into a crawl to catch you.
“No- You-” He whines in despair when you turn away “-Please! I need it, please just give it to me already!”
He grabs your wrist and claws his way up your sleeve until he’s holding you by the collar of your shirt, panting face mere inches away from yours. He’s just as pathetic as you pictured, brattiness giving way to desperation at the drop of a hat.
“Please… Alpha… fuck me….”
He grabs one of your hands with suspiciously wet fingers and pulls it until your hand covers the folds of his cunt. Something small and hard pushes back against you there and while for a brief second you think it’s just his clit, a quick push on the spot finds something stiffer. Not only is he pierced above the belt, but below it as well.
The pressure on the piercing (and in turn, on the tissue it’s attached to) has his hips twitching and humping like an ill-trained dog’s. Both his hands move to grasp your sleeve and hold it in place while he uses your hand for his own pleasure. An enrapturing, erotic sight. His face as red as his hair with a body glossy with the sheen of sweat… rolling and trembling against your touch. Every movement has the ridges of his piercing catching on your fingers, making him moan louder every time.
Holding back seems like a less and less appealing option by the second.
Impulsively, you shove him off your hand and he falls back onto the bed with a yelp.
He looks up at you with large eyes, wide and nearly in tears as he waits to see if you intend to leave or stay.
…Is that even a question? You can only hold his gaze for a few seconds before the suspense becomes too much for even you to bear. Who knows when you’ll get such a nice gift throwing himself at you again?
In record time, your clothes are off and you’re ready to devour your prize.
There’s tension in the air when you raise your hand up; Quiet like the calm before a storm. A flogger rests in your hand.
Contains: GN Reader, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Dom Reader, Sub Mao, No Penetration, Exhibitionism, Impact Play, Flogging, Bondage
Word Count: 1115
(NSFW UNDER CUT)
Around the room, the sound of whispers and chatter creates a buzz that’s impossible for you to ignore in your current position. Some people you know, many who you don’t, all father in a circle around you, watching you as you perform for their amusement. You’d never had expected Mao Isara of all people to be into giving shows the way he is now, but he’d sure do anything for you after all it seems.
There’s tension in the air when you raise your hand up; Quiet like the calm before a storm. A flogger rests in your hand and harsh spotlight filters through the flayed leather when you reach it all the way above your head. The shadow it casts on Mao’s face excites you. Especially so as his eyes home in on the toy in your hand and they widen with fearful anticipation. He shudders and shakes delicately with the shivers that run down his spine.
You watch him for any signs of actual discomfort. You both know better than to go into something like this without having some form of communicating non-verbally but, as you watch him carefully, he doesn’t make any move to stop you from continuing. Instead, he just sits there, a spreader bar at his knees keeping them parted and dick exposed, hands tied behind his back, and a gag in his mouth as he sits on a chair in front of you.
What a whore.
In a flash, you bring your arm down on the front of his left thigh. The sound of leather on skin and the cry being ripped from his mouth are glorious in your opinion. He yelps, trying in vain to squeeze his legs together and hide his leaking cock from the leather. It’s barely the first hit of the night and he already has a puddle forming on the floor from where the liquid glides down his shaft and drips onto it. Oh, how you’ve ruined him by making him such a mess without even having to touch him.
You raise the flogger up again as the skin on his thigh begin to redden. This time you bring it down even faster. Another muffled cry leaves his mouth. The red lines of the second hit crisscross over the lines of the first. The irritated skin rises, and the lines become even more obvious in the harsh light.
Perhaps you were a bit lazy with your aiming, or maybe you just couldn’t resist the temptation to escalate things a bit more, but this time that you bring your hand down, the third time on this thigh, a few stray tethers of the flogger hit his dick. The sound he makes in response is absolutely lewd. A loud whimper that drags out into a long, desperate moan as his hips try their hardest to thrust forwards. You wonder where his brain draws the line between pain and pleasure- or if it even does so at all anymore.
Gently, you press the flog to his leaking dick, letting it settle in between the tresses of leather. Mao breathes heavily and squirms in place. How delicious a response. His cock twitches and jumps slightly as you drag the toy down his cock, slowly trailing up to his stomach, then his chest, then all the way up to his neck. He pushes his head backwards as you push it with the flogger until you finally slide it all the way up to his chin. His neck exposed like that... well, it’s about time you give him another hit again.
Suddenly, you take the flogger back down to his thighs, carelessly hitting the right one harder than any of the previous hits. Mao yelps once again and his hips hump the air awkwardly. You bring your arm up again just to hit him as hard as you can once again, aiming for his right thigh once again. His cry sounds more pained this time, but he starts panting again like a bitch in heat within seconds.
Another hit. Another hit. Another hit.
The crowd around you starts to get excited but neither of you pay them any mind as you continue your sick little game. You notice tears streaming down his face by now, but he’s still moaning and whining for more, not giving you any indication to stop. He’s just as masochistic and wanting as you are sadistic and giving. What a perfect pair. You yourself are getting quite aroused at the show as well.
He’s so painfully hard; you’re genuinely surprised he hasn’t cum yet. It gives you an idea.
You bring up the flogger as if you’re going to give him another hit but then, in a reversal of what you did earlier, you press it to his chin, slowly dragging it down. Down his throat, down his chest, down his naval, to his groin. You let the tips of the tresses touch his hard cock, watching as it responds to even the slightest bit of stimulation you give it.
You pull it back and grab the tresses in your hand, straightening and stretching out the toy. It’s slightly slick with precum. Mao stares at you with wide eyes that shift back and forth between your eyes and your hands. He breathes heavily. Waiting. Anticipating. The fearful look on his face makes you smile.
You pull your arm back and flog his dick. As the leather hits, it wraps around his shaft, leaving trails you’re sure will leave him in pain for a long time to come. You can’t imagine how much it must hurt to be in his place right now. However, regardless of what you think, it’s the push he seems to need.
The crowd cheers as Mao finishes all over himself. He really seems to be a slut for pain with how hard he does. Some of his cum even splatters onto his red thighs, the white of it contrasts harshly against the lines left from the flogger. His face is also so flushed red- you were certain it couldn't get any redder than it was before but tonight he seems to be full of surprises.
You tease his softening cock with the flogger, spreading cum from his tip throughout the leather tresses. His breathing is muffled by the gag, but you can still tell he is sobbing from behind it. You may not be able to use this toy again tonight now that it’s sullied but... you have plenty of others to use in the meantime. Plenty of more ways to make him cry and hurt. You’re sure you’ll be fine.
You both know that the night is far from over anyways
