#sub bllk

[pvppyboyness]

Breeding kink with top male reader and Sae? 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

Fucking like Bunnies 18+

Sae Itoshi x Male!Reader |

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Sae loves it when you finish inside him, even more so when you keep going after.

tags : top!Reader, breeding kink, slut shaming, creampies, implied multiple orgasms, extensive talks of cum (I got carried away)

a/n : got carried away writing this but YESS sae with a breeding kink omfg 🤤🤤🤤

Sae moaned as you slipped yourself out of his hole, the remnants of your orgasm spilling out of him as his rim twitched helplessly.

“Shit— ugh put it back in.”

You shushed him, your hand pressing on his neck. He was arched, presenting to you while you watched your work. Sae buried his face in the comforter under him, whining every time a drop of your semen dripped down his thigh.

“Don’t worry, I just need a minute.” You gripped his cheeks harder, pulling the apart, “then I’ll breed you again, like the whore you are.”

Sae groaned at your words, resisting the urge to squeeze his legs shut.

Your hand pumped around your swollen cock, sensitive from the amount of times you’d came already. The erection jumped seeing Sae squirm around, bent over just for you. The prodigy of Japan being your personal toy.

You groaned, cock filled out again and pressed the tip against his rim.

“Gonna really fill you up this time, Sae..” You slipped back inside of him with a wet squelch, “you’d like that yeah?”

Sae thinks he blanked out when your hips pressed against his ass, cum spilling out from the sides.

You bent down close to his ear, “I asked you a question.”

“Yes.. please.” He mumbled, his face was flushed a pretty shade of red.

You smirked and pulled out before thrusting back in hard. Sae let out a gasp as you set pounding into him again. The ruthless smack of your hips echoing in his room.

Sae let out a muffled moan into the pillow be was biting down on, feeling your cock pressing against something deep inside his core. He was so wound up already, so sensitive, and his mind gone.

You moved your arms under his neck, wrapping them in a chokehold around his throat. There was no pressure on the man but he still whined. You growled into his ear at feeling your orgasm build up so fast.

Arousal clouded over both of your thoughts, reducing you to animals rutting against each other.

Sae screwed his eyes shut, using the little energy he had to bounce his ass against your length.

He was a broken record of quiet— “pleases” and “oh god’s”

“Shit baby, you’re still so tight against me— so greedy.” You felt the knot in your stomach unravel quickly, your hips stuttering again. You groaned, muscles tensing up as the heat wrapped around your cock tighten. Sae hissed as you rammed into him one last time, weak spurts filling his already abused hole. You couldn’t keep the midfielder waiting, you wrapped your hand around Saes twitching cock and pumped around the length.

Sae whimpered as Small drops of your cum slipped out of him, dripping down his twitching dick, acting as a lubricant. You pressed your chest to his back harder, making Sae have to arch further. He buried his face in the soft sheets as his own orgasm took over.

High pitched whines were muffled by the pillow as he came onto your hand, his hips rutting helplessly into the feeling.

You finally pulled out again, leaving the man to collapse into the bed, panting and twitching from the stimulation.

You loved watching how pathetic he looked after these kinds of sessions, perfectly fucked out just for you.

… maybe one more round wouldn’t hurt. Right?

a/n : Heyy it’s been a hot minute.. sorry about that I’ve been busy but here’s sae. I’ve opened the rece again for ideas so send in what you want and ill get to them when I cane

[hellsslibrary]

Sae + feminization and breeding kink please I need it

You can make him an omega too if you want

"Come on, dude. Skirts were originally made for men, they rock them way better than girls..."

MASTERLIST is here.

#a.n. : THIS WAS THE BEST THING I'VE EVER WRITTEN. If anything, for the script I took that extra scene where they assumed Sae was a crossdresser, but if he really was and that makeup bag wasn't from Aiku's ex, yeah. So you can imagine that picture of Sae.

!!Warnings: crossdressing, light feminization, breeding kink (obviously), top!reader, bottom!Sae, no dom/sub boundaries, but Sae is a little more dominant if you choose (sorry, power bottom Sae world domination), praise and worship, riding, thoughts about what Sae would be like if he were a girl, but they're not serious, at the end Sae puts lipstick on your lips because I thought it was cute.

The soft rustle of the sheets, Sae's almost inaudible sighs, your moans, the slight groaning of the bed and the slapping of bodies against each other echoed in the large bedroom. Your eyes were fixed on Sae's calm and contented face as he slowly rode your cock.

His damn long eyelashes were even more visible because of the mascara on them, his lips were tinted with cute pink lipstick, and his cheeks were blushing not only from your actions with him. There were gold earrings in his ears, as well as a small necklace around his neck. On his torso was your shirt, which was not buttoned up, and on his hips was a regular pleated skirt and fuck... It was the hottest view in the world.

"So... What were you angry about when you came?" you ask, breaking out of your thoughts about admiring the perfect man on your cock, forcing him to open his eyes and look at you.

"I'm not angry, just a little disappointed. This infantile striker from the U-20 was rummaging through my bag... Found makeup there," Sae says evenly, interrupted by a light sigh from his lips as your hips slightly moved up during his bouncing. "They put it down to the fact that I have a girlfriend or something. It doesn't matter, don't think about it."

"You? A girlfriend? Funny..." you giggle, squeezing his waist tighter, which is why he started pushing on your shaft a little harder, pressing his hips on you. "When you reveal our relationship, it's obviously... Will make them disappointed? What should people think in such a situation? I don't know."

"I'm telling you, don't think about it. Even if they thought it was mine, it doesn't matter at all," Sae shakes his head at your thoughts, tightening his grip on your chest, leaving red marks from his nails there.

"Mmm, what do you think you would look like if you were a girl? Well, I mean, your breasts... I think it would be small, it would suit you. Maybe A-cup? Maximum B-cup..?"

"Idiot, what are you thinking about? If I were a girl, nothing would have changed... You just wouldn't get out of my cunt," the midfielder whispers, frowning slightly, moving his hips in a circular motion and then shrugging his shoulders. "But I think so. Small breasts sound logical. You are gay, why are you having such thoughts?"

"I don't know... You'd be such a queen... You're still the queen, though," you chuckle, lightly pressing on Sae's lower back, making him arch back, admiring his slender but muscular curves.

He just raises an eyebrow at these words, but doesn't pay attention to them, closing his eyes again and just focusing on how your cock feels inside him.

But your eyes didn't close for a second. How could they when a literal deity was riding your dick? Exactly, no way. You tried to absorb his every reaction, the way his breathing hitches, the way his hips twitch, the way his eyelashes flutter, the way he bites his lip to hide his moans, all of it.

You would literally worship this body without ceasing, if it were physically possible, of course. He would kiss every inch of you, come up with the most original and romantic epithets just for him, just for the beautiful man in front of you.

"Sae?"you ask carefully, looking at him, and his only reaction is to mumble. "You like it when I'm in your bussy, right?"

Sae's eyes immediately open and he stops his movements, looking at you with such a disapproving look that even your cock inside Sae moves from humiliation... Or something else.

"What is it... Bussy?" He's asking, even though he clearly doesn't want to know the answer to that question, judging by your face, which is red with shame and obvious excitement.

"Pussy. Man's. Like a boy plus a pussy and you get a bussy..."

Sae just blinks slowly at your explanation, and then sighs as expected. After all, what did he expect from you? And he resumes his movements, making you whimper softly at the feeling of him squeezing around you.

"Yes, I like it," he whispers confidently, flicking your nipple, which makes you blush even more, but you're clearly smiling contentedly, and then you raise yourself up on your elbows and kiss him.

The elder Itoshi just sighs, but puts his hands on your shoulders, responding with a kiss, which is why most of you have to push into him obviously not rhythmically, given the not particularly comfortable position, but it doesn't matter. The way his lips slide against yours and you feel the faint taste of chocolate from his lipstick, the way he moaned softly into your mouth was enough.

He pulls away first when he notices that you're whimpering from lack of movement and gently pushes you back onto the pillows, eyeing you. A barely visible smile suddenly appears on his face, only the corners of his lips turn up.

"Sae, why are you smiling, hmm?" you ask, rubbing his sides, thinking maybe he's amused by your impatience or something, but the next second he grabs your chin, grabbing something from the bedside table and opening it.

"You look good with my lipstick," he whispers, carefully smearing the lipstick on your slightly moist, pouty lips, and then pulling away, slowly running his thumb along the edge of your lips, where his own lipstick smeared after the kiss. "You also obviously enjoyed the taste, no?"

"If you were on my face, it would be even better... Mmm!" escapes your lips, but Sae just snorts and kisses you again, grabbing your chest and slightly accelerating his hips, swallowing your moans with pleasure.

"You're going to be an even better boy and make me cum, and I'll think about it, okay?" Sae asks, whispering it into your lips, narrowing his gaze when he looks at your lust-clouded eyes, and after your quick nod, he just kisses you gently on the cheek.

[3smos]

warning: twt link. sub character. gender neutral reader. slight pet play. idk why im into it atm. tried to find solo vids but i gave up after not getting what i wanted.

rendering michael kaiser into shambles and a face puffed up from crying almost seems like a fever dream, something no one could believe. but here you are. his hair is unruly from all the times you've had to pull his head back to mark him up, breaking skin, sucking on his favorite spot to hear those precious whines of his.

his muscular body bumps against the creaking chair, shaking, quivering to the point of no return. he wants that stupid mask off. he is no dog, why should he wear this muzzle.

what kind of humiliation ritual is this?

kaiser's sturdy arms yank at his cuffs, huffing and puffing like a big ol' canine that can't escape from a cage. "ready to apologize?"

"what is there to apol- uhgg-gizeee forrr?" his dick weeps when you lean close to his face, your lips inches away from the muzzle. you're so close, he can feel your breath fan through the mask. his half lidded gaze falls upon your lips. "uhm- ahh... s-sorry?"

your eyes narrow. his bratty behavior can't be excused so easily, not when he can't even sound sincere. "you can do better than that, darling."

"come onnn," his voice breaks with a whine, "touch me again, i already 'pologized!!"

"nope." your thumb circles around the areola of his nipple, he flinches with a violent gasp. "we'll stay here until you pass out from sheer pleasure."

...

[cleolovesrin]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖╭ ┆ CLEO'S BLUE LOCK KINKTOBER SERIES ;  WEEK 1.2 ╰⊹

˗ˏˋ » HATE SEX ┆STARRING . . . SUB! SHIDOU RYUSEI & DOM! MALE READER ! ˎˊ˗

⌗ㆍノ proceed with caution! nsfw undercut, please be mindful that this work will contain ; cnc, rough sex, choking, and lots of breeding and dacryphilia. but other than that — enjoy reading ! ❛✒️❛

800+ words. kinktober masterlist.

“You think you can fucking get away with every shit you do, huh?”

Everything in you felt hot — from your temper, your own blood, and the rising tent in your pants. Your unbearable temper and arousal made it harder for you to think. Harder to control yourself.

“What? Don’t tell me you’re jealous over the smallest shit?” A bitter laugh came out of Shidou as he tried to push your hand away from his wrist, yet it only made your grip tighter — and it made you drag him into your shared room rougher. 

“The fuck do you mean, “smallest shit”? You were all up on Sae like a fucking whore, can’t even score any goals without his stupid passes.” 

You growled out your response, sending shivers down your lover’s spine. He tried to reciprocate the same enraged tone, but his aching core made it difficult for him to keep his stance stronger.

“N- not my fucking fault, he’s a better player than you, maybe if you didn’t think with your fucking dick, then I could’ve scored more goals with your passes.”

He spat out with mischief — not knowing the consequences he was about to face. Both of you were driven by the aftermath of a lost game and the sexual tension you had when he started ‘insulting’ you inside the men's locker room.

Now, you were dragging him to the room of your shared apartment, dragging him and throwing him on the bed without any remorse — without any room left for gentleness.

You didn’t even give him the chance to speak again; you shoved his face into the bed, earning a loud, struggling groan from him.

“I’m the one thinking with my dick? Really? And even if I was, I bet you’d fucking kneel down and suck it.” A laugh sparked from your throat, pushing his face on the mattress harder and pressing your aching bulge on his ass. Letting him feel every detail of your boner, letting him feel your hunger to ravish him. 

You thrusted your hips, roughly slamming your hips against his ass. The fabric was the only thing restraining you from roughly fucking his hole. And the fact that you weren’t doing it right now only made your impatience grow. Yet you wanted him to feel the built-up tension he had given you. You wanted him to feel the intensity of your anger. 

You grabbed a handful of his hair, roughly pulling it until his back arched beautifully and his ass was pressed into your hips harder — making him let out a sharp moan. 

“I’ll fuck you until you can’t think of anything else other than my fucking dick.”

“S- shit, ah-a– aah! S- slow don— Ngh– Aah!”

Shidou’s ass bounced with your every thrust, and his voice came out ragged and worn from the countless times he screamed your name.

Your dick plowed in him, drilling his like there was no tomorrow. You groaned as his walls squeezed your dick in — thrusting harder and rougher. Giving his prostate no mercy as you abused it again and again for hours.

“Now you want me to fucking slow down? Look at you, smiling and moaning from my dick, I don’t think you really want me to stop, yeah?”

You slapped his ass, making him whimper weakly — his upper body now limp as you held his ass up for you to ravish. A drunken smile was plastered on his face, too dazed to even notice that his face told a completely different story from everything he was saying.

Your palm collided with his ass, getting even redder from your palms, and your hips roughly slamming onto his ass. 

You left him no room or time to breathe and catch up. Before he could even notice and prepare, just when he came, you slammed your hips as deep as you could — your twitching cock releasing all the pent-up cum you’ve been holding back.

His tongue lolled out of his panting mouth, eyes rolling back to his skull until his head started to spin around. His whole mind was fucked, making him unable to speak properly and babble nonsense. Ass bouncing on your cock weakly as you filled his hole up with your cum until it started to leak, yet your hips were still slamming into him at a rough pace. 

His legs started trembling, his own dick shooting a thin string of cum whilst he moaned out loud. 

“Fucking slut.”

You pulled out, watching him tremble and release his own fluid — his own legs struggling to keep himself up as it shook like a leaf. His hole was left with a huge gape, twitching from the aftershocks of your rough thrusts and huge cock — now filled with your sticky and thick cum. Filling his hole until he could feel the warmth of your fluids reach the deepest parts of his insides.

He collapsed on the bed, shaking, a fucked out expression was plastered on his face — too dazed to fix his crossed eyes and drooling mouth. Too dazed to notice you positioning yourself behind him again.

“We’re not done yet, Ryu. You’re not ruined enough.”

[616ioi]

❛ #PUSH! MULTIFANDOM.

────────── oh man, my first crush, what devastation .ᐟ.ᐟ

⤿ pairings. yoji uruha, togo shiba, kuguri (kagurabachi), shishiba (sakadays), higuruma hiromi, nanami kento (jjk), könig (cod), kafka hibino (kaijuu no. 8), levi ackerman (aot), shota aizawa (mha), ego jinpachi, noel noa (bllk), woo jinchul (solo leveling), kim dokja (orv), shinichiro sano (tokrev) x gn reader

⤿ contents. sub character, older man, little experience, like close to zero, i'd like to say this started off as a drabble. this contains mature content, read at your own discretion.

⤿ thoughts. and one day, you're nineteen, and you find older men attractive.

In love with the idea of an older man with very little experience. A man who has been too preoccupied with things that it isn't a priority. Never been touched, never been kissed. Hasn't experienced anything remotely romantic, apart from a kiss on the cheek when he was like six.

He's a 30+ year old virgin!

He's a pervert.

He's sick, pathetic, a degenerate, a thirsty blood hound who can't help but have a crush on you — his new neighbor.

Ugh, it's sickening. He likes someone so young, with so much potential ahead, and much less life experience.

He tells himself to turn away.

He is in denial of you. Not so much being 'in denial', more so — refusing to push his feelings any further.

He's accepted his feelings.

Sure, yes, he does think you're quite charming. But he refuses to give in to you. To the thought of you.

No, he will never even consider you.

His spare glances and mutters should be enough to put you off, yet you still try to befriend him.

But then he dreams of you. In his head, he lays so softly against your chest, listening to the sound of you breathing, and he tries to mimic it. It's something so intimate, something so rare to him. New.

Why do his pants feel tight?

The lines near his eyes crinkle as he shuts them tightly, and his lip curls into a snarl. He feels ashamed, disgusted with himself. He's never even once thought to touch himself to someone. What does he do? What should he do? What's the right thing?

Tell him what to do with the feelings he caught.

But it only drives you to push it deeper, it seems. The way he stumbles and averts his lingering gaze when you catch him staring. He gets tongue tied trying to respond back.

His reactions are just so... cute. At least that's what you told him that night you invited him over for some dinner. You said you felt lonely, that you could bring countless people over, but they don't exactly make you feel fulfilled.

He knows this is true. There's a vent connecting your rooms. Sometimes, just sometimes, he can overhear what goes on.

And he hears you sigh, disappointed. His heart throbs at the sound, and he can't help but think that he'd be a much better replacement.

So, the rough pads of his fingers trail down his boxers as he tries to remember what you told the last guy — "Don't get ahead of yourself, sweetheart." — he thinks the guy was trying to take over your roll. He heard the guys' pleas of mercy to give him what he wanted.

Most of them did that.

"I won't give it to you until you make me feel something."

He wouldn't be like that. He would take everything you give him, even when it comes to be too much and his hips are bucking underneath you, until he's trying to push you away by the shoulders and his eyes threaten to shut, touch him while he's begging for you to give him a minute, while he passes out and you're still buried to the hilt, he'll let himself go and not think of a single thing but you.

Even when he's drenched in his own fluids — be it white and sticky, be it clear and wet that squirts out of him after he came way too many times, be it a mixture of both his sweat and drool.

He'll push through his own orgasm to make you satisfied.

He wants to be devoured by you.

He wondered how your hand would feel around his cock. Warm, you probably know what you're doing too. Would you kiss him afterward? He would, even with his semen coating your tongue. He'd clean it off for you just to get a taste of your spit mixing with his.

He isn't embarrassed by the wanton moan that escapes him as he squirms into the soaked sheets. Your name is on the tip of his tongue, it's ready to burst, he's ready to burst but he keeps some clarity to bite his tongue and force it down when he hears your car pulling up.

And he pulls away, hips thrusting into the warm air of his bedroom as his sticky hand comes up to muffle a gasp.

He'll keep on denying himself.

He wants to forget you but he can't. He'll miss you when he doesn't have you near.

He'll cry from thinking that he was yours. He never was, never will be. He knows this. You'll quickly move on, find someone your age, much more capable in satisfying you.

He can't give in.

[axxa-the-allikatt]

Picture this.

Your darling boy on his knees in the middle of the room, hands tied behind his back, a leather strap connecting them to the back of his collar, wearing little else other than his your shirt that’s too large for him and the pretty marks you left behind on him. Slick drips between his legs, mixed with your release from the past two hours. His mind is a jumbled mess, his eyes hazy with pleasure and love. You let him stay there as you clean yourself up, dressing in your suit as you get ready to go back to your office. His eyes follow you pleadingly, but he doesn’t voice his impatience.

After minutes of getting ready, you finally walk back to him, standing in front of him, amusement filling your eyes as you see him visibly relax. He leans towards you, chin resting on your stomach, looking up at you with those pretty eyes. You run your hands through his hair for a few seconds, before grabbing his jaw with a little more force than necessary, earning a surprised whine from him. You press your thumb into the side of his jaw and he reflexively opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out. You lean forward, taking his tongue in your mouth, swirling and suckling on it until you feel him slump against you, eyes rolling back as he gasps for breath. Satisfied, you kneel in front of him, letting him lean into you, head resting in the crook of your neck as you reach behind and untie the leather straps over his wrists and neck. You gently caress the faint red marks left behind by them, leaving one last feathery kiss over the corner of his lips before you grab your bag and head off to your office.

[chokkzou]

⠀ ৴ the submission of the boys ─────

PART. 1 ! ︵︵ sypnosis : the bllk boys discovering the beginning of his submission (?.

link to part two !

𓄹𓈒        yoichi isagi , reo mikage , seishiro nagi

⸺　top male reader

﹏⠀ׄ⠀ Yoichi Isagi :

　⸺　 Isagi has always been someone who thrives on recognition and validation. He lives for those moments when his skills are acknowledged, when he feels like he’s making a difference, when someone tells him that he’s doing great. But it wasn’t until you came into the picture that he realized just how much your words affected him.

　⸺　 At first, he thought it was normal—after all, he liked being praised, right? But then you started doing it in ways that left him completely off guard. A simple "good job, Yocchan," said in a low, smooth tone after a match, your fingers barely brushing his sweat-dampened hair? That had him completely losing focus for the next few minutes.

　⸺　 And you noticed. It didn’t take you long to realize that whenever you praised him directly, with intensity in your voice, Isagi would react in the most adorably helpless way. His lips would part slightly, his eyes would flicker with something unspoken, and sometimes—if you were close enough—you could hear the way his breath hitched for just a second.

　⸺　 One day, you decided to take it a step further. After watching him score a goal, you pulled him aside, leaned in close, and murmured, "You looked so good out there." His face turned completely red. His hands clenched into fists, his body stiffened, and he stammered something incoherent before looking away, desperately trying to regain his composure.

　⸺　 That’s when you knew. Compliments were his kryptonite. And if you ever wanted to see him break, all you had to do was whisper something sweet with a bit too much confidence.

﹏⠀ׄ⠀ Reo Mikage :

　⸺　 Reo is used to taking the lead. He’s confident, he knows what he wants, and he’s never had a problem going after it. But for some reason, when it’s you taking control, he absolutely melts.

　⸺　 It started with small things—placing your hand on the small of his back to guide him through a crowded space, casually hooking a finger under his chin to tilt his head up, pulling him by the wrist with just enough force to make it clear that you were in charge.

　⸺　 At first, he brushed it off, laughing it away like it was nothing. But you saw the way his breath faltered each time, the way his fingers twitched slightly, the way he swallowed a little too hard when you did it without warning.

　⸺　 The moment you realized how much he loved it? You had casually placed your hands on his hips to move him aside while saying, "let me through, swettie " he froze.

　⸺　 It was barely a second, but you saw the way his pupils dilated slightly, the way his lips parted as if he was about to say something but completely forgot how to speak. And when he finally stepped aside, he did it almost robotically, like his brain was still catching up with what just happened.

　⸺　 After that, you made sure to test the limits—pulling him into you when he wasn’t expecting it, whispering "stay still" in his ear just to see if he could obey. Spoiler alert: he couldn’t.

﹏⠀ׄ⠀ Seishiro Nagi :

　⸺　 Nagi doesn’t care about a lot of things. He’s lazy, indifferent, and rarely puts effort into anything unless it’s truly worth his time. But for some reason, he cares so much when it comes to you.

　⸺　 It started out simple—he began noticing the small things you did for him. You’d grab his water bottle before he even asked, adjust his hoodie when it slid off his shoulder, remind him to eat when he got too distracted with his phone. And each time you did something for him, he’d just… stare.

　⸺　 Not in a creepy way. More like in complete awe.

　⸺　 One day, when you casually handed him a towel after practice, he took it but didn’t move. He just blinked at you, gripping the fabric a little too tightly, before mumbling, "…you’re spoiling me."

　⸺　 But he didn’t stop you. And you noticed something else— Nagi never initiated much, but when you did, he followed effortlessly. If you tugged on his sleeve, he’d move. If you tilted his chin up, he wouldn’t resist. If you told him to do something in that smooth, confident voice of yours, he’d do it without even thinking.

　⸺　 So, naturally, you started pushing the boundaries.

　⸺　 One evening, as he lazily lay on the couch, you ran your fingers through his hair and said "sit up." And without hesitation, without question, he did.

　⸺　 That’s when you knew— Nagi wasn’t just being spoiled. He was waiting to be led.

[linnea-parker]

Helooo!! I adore your writing smmm!! May we please get some fem dom reader x Ness? Specifically having him tied up, in a doggy style, while we peg him and stroking his pretty cock at the same time (with a bit of praise sprinkled on the side). I bet he whimpers so beautifully too<3333 (I deeply apologise if this is too straightforward!! Feel free to skip this if you don't want to write it!!! Anyways have a wonderful day or night!!!)

Ness would be such a cute submissive and I would love to fuck him into oblivion, I had a bit of a writer's block in the middle, so sorry if it's short :(

❗Warnings ❗: Pegging, Bondage, Handjob, Praise Kink, Slight Overstimulation.

👤Character : Alexis Ness [Blue Lock]

_H-honey, please.. Gah!.. S-so rough - Ness whimpers pathetically beneath you, squeezing his eyes shut and letting out high-pitched moans, moving his hands uselessly behind his back as you smile, seeing his helpless form at your mercy.

_You look beautiful like this... Practically sucks the strap in.. - With yout speech, he sighs and arches his back, panting and pushing himself towards your toy, his hair sticks to his forehead as his voice is muffled by the cotton.

One of your hands wrapped around his aroused penis, the double pleasure making Ness's head spin, babbling half sentences as he gave himself to you. The air in the room was heavy and hot, sighs becoming one breath as you gripped his hips tightly.

The purple eyes are clouded with tears, and Ness stands trembling like clay in your fingers, a smile of ecstasy and obsession breaking across his usually smooth face, the red ribbon tied tightly around his wrists and decorating his chest with a bow.

He gasps in surprise when you trace your hand down his spine and grab his neck, pressing down on him and making him gasp, rolling his eyes and feeling you wrap your arms around his neck tightly, using him as support to stick your toy in it. When his other hand goes down to hold his penis, masturbating him quickly and making his legs tremble almost coming out of the pose, leaving him short-circuited by the triple stimulation, moving the tied hands uselessly.

Looks like you finally fucked him into oblivion.