this was not proof read, this is dottore brainrot and subtorre slop. take it at face value 😞
nsfw - subtorre supremacy, handjob, i’m insane
okay but dorm roommate zandik always being head deep into studies, never going out of the dorm except for classes and etc. that has been feeling unusually stressed lately, tense shoulders, fatigue, the lack of sleep he’d been getting. and of course you being the good roommate you are asked him about it and encouraged him to get out and have some fun maybe even party? but to your surprise (which you weren’t even that surprised with much) that he indeed had zero social group to hang out with-?! yes. not even a single friend. in fact, he actually spoke to no one in his class, or anyone when he left the dorm. the only person he regularly spoke to consistently with was you. and zandik would be lying if your voice wasn’t annoying him the more you kept talking. couldn’t you see if was trying to study? “who cares about the fatigue? this is the only affective way to build up his endurance, and that is by pushing my body past its limits.” but oh when he said that you got a clearly different idea of the type of endurance he needed to build up
so somehow you’ve got him on your bed on the pretext of just giving him a massage to loosen his shoulders!! zandik still wonders how you even managed to convince him but oh how you had a way with your words… and he would be lying if he wasn’t enjoying your nimble fingers pushing into those deeply worked in knots. and you certainly could tell it too with the way his back was just arching ever so slightly to your pressured touch, or the way his hands would slightly grip the bedding to stop himself from letting out any humiliating sounds—gods if you heard all the sounds he was holding in he would loose all his dignity for himself—biting his tongue so hard the faint taste of metal coating his mouth.
rubbing your hands down his back “w-what are you doing? I thought this was merely only a shoulder massage-?” he croaked, his tips of ears burning red “well yeah but you can’t work out the knots in your shoulders and not the ones in your back…” you spoke as you continued your ministrations
zandik would have to be lying if he hadn’t had the most painful boner for the last ten minute, I mean sure he’s never had an experience prior to this or ever in his life, not even basic human touch was familiar to him. and to say the least he was incredibly touch starved. and to say he wasn’t overstimulated slightly would be an understatement as well, and after being caught up in his thoughts for wayyy to long he stopped paying attention to the sounds that were spilling from his mouth- “zandik?”
snapped him right out of his thoughts “h-hmm?” wondering how you should phrase “are you really getting hard to me massaging you?” you decide to jus spit it out as so which left him more than flustered, indeed very embarrassed“w-what? n-no i can’t stop a normal body function-? i-im not p-purposely-“ “relax” you said calmly while popping you knuckles “i don’t mind helping you out anyway” did not help the raging boner in any shape or form
so here’s how he ended up lying on his back, face impossibly flushed with your legs around his hips. the position alone had him so overwhelmed at the mere implication but it wasn’t till you started palming his thighs that had him jump. you paused but after seeing no resistance you continued “i- …. i’m not so used to this close of touch- i-in fact I- hah think g-going about this form of i-intimacy mmgh! is h-highly inappropriate for t-ngh two roommates-“ he rambled on and on between choked moans as you spread the noticeable amount of precum that had formed around him. there was a flicker of irritation in his expression, not at you… but at the way his body refused to stay neutral admittedly though the feeling was pleasurable. “ah!” he gasped when you wrapped your hands around him, although laying down he was now propping himself up with this forearms “i-it’s sensitive” he mumbled. and the sight before you was truly nothing like him. never had you seen him so disheveled and messy, his hair going in every direction, his lips so red and his red eyes so weak it definitely spurred you on more as you stroked him up and down—his head lolling back at the unbearable feeling—it was truly embarrassing for him at how wet he was already. the very loud “slick-slick-slick-slick” sounds mixed with his jagged breathing alone somehow egged him on more, voice coming out high and raspy, hips moving up—“I-i’m n-ngh i’m gonna-“ before he could even finish poor baby came prematurely with a high and whiny moan :( he swears he’s never felt something so intense in his life, explaining how his vision went white and how he needed to try this again to conclude his theory about this….
only tagging coz u said to tag if i ever wrote something one day 👉👈 @chrollogy
day 6: impact play w/ IL DOTTORE from genshin impact (nu build)!
warnings: dom reader/sub character, impact play, sexual punishment, cock slapping, degrading, praise, cumming untouched, squirting, dottore’s nu clone so very much different than the character, character hasn’t been shown before so free balling, dacryphilia, reader’s a bit mean, i’m a small dick dottore truther, going by the assumption that dottore’s clones are named after the greek alphabet, takes place before the sumeru archon quest, reader is a fellow fatui but not a harbinger
w.c: 2.1k
notes: this is just my hatred for this bastard manifesting into the fic
the gossip was all over the place when you arrived back from the latest mission with your squadron. bad things spread quickly after all and people loved to run their mouths. especially if it’s about the insane 2nd fatui harbinger or any of his fellow insane clones. you didn’t wanted to pay attention first because all of it was out of your control, you were just some faceless, no-name fatui amongst many others, so why bother? alas, this time, the rumor was about your favorite loser of a clone, so no matter how much you wanted to not pay attention or eavesdrop, you found yourself listening on as the others whispered amongst themselves anyways. something-something about how one of dottore’s clones — the crybaby one as they called nu — had nearly messed up the tsaritsa herself with some destructive, new chemical liquid while introducing it to her.
although you loved sweet little nu a ton, your love for her highness, the tsaritsa was even greater. and what better way to spend time “catching up” with your sweetheart while teaching him a lesson on how to better handle a dangerous chemical?
pushing open the large double doors of the lab where dottores usually work on their evil little plans, you make a straight beeline for the private studies of nu build quietly. although all of them are clones of dottore and therefore, essentially the “same” people, each build had different names, emotions and attitudes. so despite being the “same” person, the many clones of dottore were also their “own” person as well. nu build was the clone of dottore in his young adult years, maybe in his early twenties — you’re unsure because anytime you ask, they just either shrug or send you off to ask their “creator”, to which the real dottore is not much of a help either — soft spoken, more emotional and handled the chemicals. each dottore segments carried out different scientific researches to make discoveries much faster and be efficient in work.
knocking twice on the metal door for a warning, you step inside the lab without waiting much for an answer. nu had gotten used to your sudden entrances and leavings, so it didn’t surprise him much when he realized it was you who had come to his lab. the other segments didn’t visit much anyways, casting him aside for being too “weak” and “emotional”. seeing that it was you who had come to his workplace, pushing off his goggles and shedding his gloves down onto the table, a cute, relieved smile grows on his face, revealing sharp, jagged teeth.
“lover! you’re back from your assignment” nu calls out, swiveling around his table to come greet you with a chaste kiss to your cheek. it felt wrong to punish such a sweetheart of a clone when you knew that he had missed you greatly and the rumors were simply a dramatically exaggerated version of a simple mishap. her highness was unharmed at the end of the day but maybe you just wanted to use this excuse to relieve yourself of the headaches your squadron had given you throughout the time of the assignment.
placing a sweet kiss to his own cheek back, your arms wrap around his waist loosely, resting your chin on his shoulder with a sigh. just a moment. just a moment to take some breather and inhale his soothing scent. nu froze over for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden physical contact and affection that he takes few seconds before returning the hug, cheek squished against your own shoulder.
”nu,” you call out softly, not needing to raise your voice much thanks to this close quarter position you find yourselves in, to which nu merely hums at.
“i heard that you nearly had an accident a few days ago while introducing the newest chemical mix to the tsaritsa” and immediately, his body had stiffened up against your own. he hadn’t seemed to left his lab again after the incident, cooping himself up into his room and lab as per usual. it wasn’t a surprise, nu was much different than the rest of the segments.
pulling back from the ‘welcome back’ hug, nu began to stutter over his apologies, trying to explain to you with his own words and reasonings on how it happened and that it was all just an accident that had never landed. just as you had expected, just as you had predicted. your sweet nu could never purposefully harm anyone, much less the tsaritsa herself.
”i know nu” you cut his little rambling short, reaching a hand up to cup hiss cheek to which the clone shuts up immediately at. “i know you never harmed her nor anything happened. so calm down first, okay? deep breaths sweetheart” the soothing words were quick to ease his mind, stopping his mumbles and replacing it with a shaky sigh.
“but i need you to promise me to be more careful in the future, alright? no one is as sharp and swift as the tsaritsa” you coo out, oh so sweetly, keeping your palms full of his cute face that was already on the edge of spilling tears and wailing like the crybaby he is. shushing his sniffles down, you kiss the top of his head, smoothening back any of the long, unkempt cyan strands of hair to have a clearer look at his face.
”but,” his pouty, squished up cheeks stiffen in your hold, big, beady pairs of rubies blinking up at you as you continue in a quieter voice, “i’m not satisfied by your promise. so, be a good boy and get on the table for me? bottoms off and on all fours” you briefly glance behind him at the surgical table that laid clean and untouched for who knows how long. nu segment wasn’t exactly one who operated with ‘hosts’.
already salivating at the mouth, feeling his shark like sharp teeth drool from your tone of voice, nu swallows down a whimper, nodding his head eagerly like the sweet thing he was. obeying your sweet words of command, he shakily sheds off his dirtied lab coat, unbuckling his belt with shaky hands before he hastily steps out of his pants, then his boxers. just as you had instructed, he crawled on top of the cold, metal bed, shivering slightly at the cold feeling under his knees and hands. only now did he realize just how cold his laboratory was, shivering and feeling his small cock already starting to drip pre on the bed.
compared to the other segments’ physical condition, nu’s was on the thinner side. not much of a muscle, not much fat either, he was all just skin and bones really. didn’t help that as segments, the dottores didn’t need human nutrients or rest or anything else he may have needed while he was a human. but the smallest bits of faint blush on his skin was cute, he always looked good in red and pink after all. your adorable nu.
”feeling cold, nu?” nuttore could hear your voice grow closer, moving from the spot by the door to the spot behind him, feeling the warmth of our presence standing over his shivering body. he couldn't help himself but whine unconsciously, swallowing the drool that had accumulated on the inside of his cheek before nodding stiffly. nu didn’t know what exactly you had in mind for this reunion, but he knew he would be in for a treat tonight.
feeling the familiar sensation of your old, leather gloves, nuttore held back the urge to jolt away at the feeling, instead forcing himself to stay in place and wait for what would happen next. the clone shuffled, trying to get a bit more comfortable on his spot on the cold table before eventually whispering out a meek, “s-slightly” to your question. but what came next took him off by complete surprise, not even able to hide his little squeak that accompanied the slap to the curve of his ass.
”then should i warm you up myself, pet?” he could just picture the grin on your face at the moment, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, squeezing his palms shut and nodding a bit too enthusiastically this time.
”use your words, pup” you remind him with a strict tone, slapping his other cheek and leaving both of his bottoms with a bite-able, rosy tint. nu could only whisper a shaky, “y-yes” under his breath, more akin to an exhale than the proper manners you’ve taught him.
“louder” slap!
”gyaah-! y-yes, please!”
”mmh, there you go. there’s my sweet pet” you finally hum, a pleased noise escaping your throat as you smoothen your leather clad hand over his reddening ass. leaning over his bony body, you whisper into the shell of his ear, hot breath brushing against his sickly pale skin as you remind him of what you had meticulously trained into him, “now, remember your manners. count aloud”.
slap!
”eencg! o-one..”
despite having been away from each other for a fair amount of time, your darling of a pet seemed to have remembered his manners and lessons well. although you could hear his voice shake, mumbled little curse words and the loud counting that could sometimes even be barely taken as a word but rather a moan, you had continued with your long awaited reunion, bonding time.
it was after his ass had gone utterly red, even bordering on blue and purple did you soothe his hushed sniffles with soft coos, rubbing your palm slowly over his beaten cheeks. “which count are we on right now, nu?” you whisper sweetly, like poisoned honey on his shivering, trembling form. stopping his weak blubbers, nu weakly answers out a, “twe-enty seven.. lover”.
how pitiful as he is endearing. knees barely holding himself up and his chest already fallen on top of his clenched fists, and yet he still wanted to endure it all for you. just for the sake of wanting to please you.
”u-uhmm.. [name]?” nu calls out, head tilted sideways just enough to peek a glimpse at you over his shaking shoulders. “i.. i want to feel your hand. i-i mean! i want to.. feel your skin touching mine..” nu trails off, nearly swallowing his own words of request as he nearly gets a second thought about his decision. but he ultimately chooses not to back out, instead, trying to woo you with his fawn-like behavior.
“you don’t like my gloves? you want to be greedy and feel my hand instead?” you hum softly, pinching at the slight meat of his red ass cheeks and making him whine at the sharp sting of it. ordering him to turn over and lay on his back, you push his legs up to make him hold his own legs up with his forearms under his knees. nu could only whine at the unfair state he was placed in, letting out a betrayed noise when you covered his doe eyes with your discarded gloves placed over them.
“count again, nu. if i feel nice enough, i might allow you to cum” groping his ass, you take a good look of his position and the way his neglected cock was just weeping shamefully onto the curve of his ass. this new position made it easy to see your handiwork, pushing his cock down between his skinny thighs like it had gone flaccid when you were truly just keeping it there thanks to his obedience.
“nyYAGH-♥︎! l-love… w..where are you EEGCK! gyaahk— n-not theeeree… not—♥︎!!” nu’s words trailed off into an open mouthed wail, mouth gaping open as he gasped through drool covered lips as your gloves free hand finally touches him. on the cock. sharp, quick little slaps that refused to linger.
“s-stop! noough… nowt theere eeck ung! uung-guuhck..♡︎ aah-haah yaagh uung♡︎♡︎” nuttore could only sob out loud, his hands leaving its place wrapped around under his knees, clawing at the metal of the surgical table, or your gloves that cover his wet, red eyes, or even shakily tugging on the sleeve of your uniform.
it was by the seven or eighth slap to his tiny excuse of a cocklet that he came, squirting out thin ropes of cum onto his stomach, chest and chin, biting on a finger and tasting his blood to try and calm down the excitement bubbling in his guts. he was still hard, pitiful little thing twitching as if looking for attention, feet flat on the table with his knees shaking together.
Hello guys… I’ve been obsessed with Dottore these past few… EVER. I love him so much and I haven’t been able to stop thinking after the recent update. So this is just a bunch of different stuff during the akedymia. This wasn’t a request, I'm just a slut for him. Sort of ocish, I definitely give the reader a certain aesthetic and personality.
I don’t even play the game anymore I just stay locked in for Dottore, Zhongli, and Childe.
“Zandik!” You say with a cheer, coming into your dorm room. You and Zandik were paired together at the beginning of the year. It wasn’t a random pairing, you were just the only student who would willingly dorm with him.
You and Zandik are polar opposites! Zandik is such an isolated young man, and he stays cooped up in the room or in the library most days. You’ve heard the other rumors of course but who actually believes rumors these days? On the other hand, you are an extrovert and quite popular among the other scholars of The Akedymia. You are not… the smartest, but that’s okay Zandik had recently offered to help you with your homework. He claims his help comes from a, “Pity for the dense and incompetent.” You have an inkling that if he hated you that much though you would have ended up in worse states than this
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Pain blooms across your shoulder, Zandik’s teeth dig into your flesh. “Ow, Zandik!” you whine and roughly pat his thigh, “That hurts you know? I swear we’ve talked about this…” you groan out, and nip him in return, though your bite doesn’t draw blood.
Zandik sniffles against your shoulder and mumbles something you can’t quite hear. His hips stutter as he tries to keep rolling against your cock, “I can’t hear you baby.” Zandik unlatches his teeth from you, and nuzzles his face against the nook of your neck. He’s so adorable! You only have yourself to blame for his tears, you were the one who convinced Zandik to ride you. Zandik does not answer you, he kitten-licks at the blood he drew moments ago. Too cute. Your fingers dig into the dips of his hips and fuck into him. You’ve grown impatient–sitting still on Zandik’s bed while letting him clumsily fuck himself onto your cock.
Little “ah, ah, ah’s”slips from his lips as you thrust into him, and from the sudden pace change he wraps himself around you. “Y/n, Y/n, please,” he babbles at you.
His incoherent babbling makes you blush. “You’re so cute Zandik, Zandik, Zandik.”
He yips.
You suddenly bite his shoulder, drawing blood. You move again, flipping him on his back and fucking him into the bedsheets. Your teeth latch over his nipple and you take a bite against the mound of flesh. “Love you, Zandik, love you so much.” You feel warm fluid splash against your stomach and can only laugh at the white mess that clings to both of your stomachs. “You are so pretty Zandik…” You bring your hand up to hold his face, squishing his cheeks when your fingers press into them.
His face scrunches with an angry look, and he swats at your hand. You can only laugh. Not at him, never at him. That cute angry face just makes you want to fuck him more. Zandik must think you’re laughing at him because he attempts to turn on his stomach and squirm away. “Zandik, where are you going, baby? Don’t run,” you whine and pull him back against your dick. You yank his leg over your shoulder, and hold his arms against the bed by intertwining your fingers with his.
The new angle allows your thrusts to be deeper. Rougher. Zandik mewls, and you feel stinging pain on your arm. You watch as those pretty red eyes roll back, and he scratches desperately at your arm. You breathe through clenched teeth, and pout down at him, “You’re so mean.” You lean down to peck squished lips. After a few more thrusts in Zandik’s tight walls, you cum too.
Hot breath fills the room, and you slump against Zandik. A few moments of comfortable silence passes until you feel his hand slap your arm. “You’re heavy,” Zandik huffs. You grumble, and move to get off. However, legs locking around your waist stop you from pulling out. “Not like that!” He grumbles at you, yet his cheeks are flushed. “Just-” He ‘hmphs’ and decides to do it himself. He pushes you until you roll over on your back, so that he’s straddling you again. “There,” he finally rests against your chest.
“You’re so hissy, like a cat,” you chuckle but wrap your arms tight around him. The soft curls under your chin are too tempting and you nuzzle into them with a giggle, “My Zandik is so cute!”
warnings: gn!reader, dom!reader, sub!dottore, crossdressing, feminization, pet names, love bites, kisses, groping
imagine putting dottore in a silk sleep dress. imagine putting him in a dress with a high slit up the side of his thigh. its so high he's constantly pulling it in front of him as he walks around your house in order to protect his decency. as the night grows later, you notice he's still avoiding going to sleep. he's not ready for the embarrassment yet of having to admit the dress is comfortable, that you make him feel pretty as he wears it with your eyes constantly trailing his body, that he wants you to fuck him instead of sleeping.
dottore is sitting on the velvet arm chair in your study, reading one of his necromancy books and pretending he's researching for his clones. in reality, he's thinking about how good the mix of fabrics feel on his skin as well as how you should be ravishing him right now. after pestering him for days to wear the night gown, he had accepted expecting it to lead to something specific. instead, you seemed to be taunting him to make the first move while telling him how comfortable the dress must be.
you tilt your head at the doctor, watching from your desk with a stifled laugh as he tries his best to keep his boner down. there is no doubt in your mind that he must be frustrated, but there is also no doubt in your mind that dottore is extremely stubborn when it comes to his pride - until he's sobbing and fucked out of his mind of course.
imagine him eventually breaking as you start packing up your things to go to sleep, tucking your books away and sliding your papers into a drawer. dottore gets up from his seat with a little too much urgency to just be any slight annoyance. he stomps over to you in a way that looks oh so tantalizing now instead of intimidating with how his dress slides up enough to reveal his balls and the base of his dick.
"what is your problem?" he snaps at you suddenly, slamming his hands down onto the desk in front of you. "you practically beg me to wear this dress only to what? have me sit there like some doll?!"
you stifle the smirk fighting to break out on your lips and place your sweater back down. it sends shivers down your spine watching dottore try to keep a firm expression as you round the table to approach him only to shrink under your gaze like a delicate little thing. your hands reach out, sliding down his arms slowly before moving them to his waist.
"i'm sorry, what else were you expecting? i mean, you look so gorgeous like this... i wouldn't wanna ruin it." you practically whispered to him, leaning in close to him and watching the way his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips, to your body, then back up. desperate.
"what if i want you to ruin it?" the doctor asks, tilting his head at you and trying to keep some type of upper hand in this game you've created. however, instead of falling for his bait, you simply shake your head slowly.
"that just won't do..." your hands glide up his sides, teasing him before sliding down more firmly along his silk slip dress. you lean closer on purpose, hovering your lips above his, "delicate things need to be treated as such, no?"
"i guess..." he mutters, barely audible as his eyes flicker down to your lips again and he prays that you'll hurry up and make a move so that he won't have to.
the archons seem to be on his side for once as your lips press against his, softer and gentler than you've ever been with him before as you slip your tongue inside of his mouth. your hands move to his hips excruciatingly slow.
he's a piece of crystal glass in your eyes right now. beautifully clad in the tiny dress you picked out for him, dottore seemed to fall into the role. he felt delicate--just like you said. you were making him feel so precious and it was making his back arch into you and his hands grip your arms desperately for support. support from what? he didn’t know. your innocent kisses moving down to his jaw and neck just felt so intense combined with your hands rubbing soothing circles into his hips.
dottore felt soft. he didn’t feel like a deadly harbinger. he felt like a doll, a toy, a trophy, a girl. and you weren't helping by whispering sweet things into his ears like-
"my beautiful girl... all for me."
"you look so pretty like this dottore."
"never gonna let anything happen to you, you know that?"
it was like once you realized he needed soft, loving care in his pretty dress, you let the floodgates open. he was stuck there, standing in your study, in a dress, with his knees close to giving out from how you were touching him. you wouldn't stop. even as he told you to just fuck him already, you simply shook your head against his neck covered in your kisses and pulled him flush against you, holding your pretty little thing.
"shhhh, my sweet girl." you cooed when he whined, squirming in your hold. "i've got you. let me take care of you, princess."
"i-i'm not a princess..." dottore complained, only to feel you nip at his neck, making him whimper involuntarily.
"yes, you are. you're my princess."
if dottore had a pussy right now, he'd be sopping wet and leaking down his thighs. but, his dick was practically doing the same thing anyways.
you moved your hands down to the hem of his dress and slid them up to cup his ass. "my gorgeous princess." his eyes rolled back that time, arms wrapping around your neck and keeping your mouth against his skin. the doctor was craving your stupidly gentle touches more and more.
he should have agreed to wear this stupid dress sooner.
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if you hit webttore he’d immediately kneel and cry and apologize even though he doesn’t know why you hit him or what he’s apologizing for he just hates when you’re mad at him.
wait another dottore thought but omggg, have you seen his boss form?? HIS HAIR 🥹 i NEED to pull it
fuuuuuuuuck yes?!?
omg the first time you do it to him is when you guys are making out... dottore's hair has just been getting so long lately, it's almost impossible to ignore... you're sitting on his lap and kissing him silly, letting his tongue run over your teeth while his hands feel you up madly. it just all feels so good and your hands are already loosely wrapped around his neck. it doesn't take much effort to tangle your fingers in his blue locks and give it a light tug.
you feel dottore shudder beneath you. his hips rock up into yours with a needy gasp into your mouth, one that shakes and stuns you both.
your eyes wide, you watch a furious pink darken his cheeks as he begins to stammer. your husband il dottore, the second fatui harbinger and one of the most accomplished men in teyvat, is speechless. you feel your panties soak at the sigh.
growing frustrated with his inability to fumble a pitiful excuse, dottore decided to just kiss you again instead of explaining himself. if he was to loose control, then let it be to the woman he knew he would devote his life to someday, when his work was completed and he could put down his mask without hungering for anything more.
if anything, he's painfully hard, too. and it was very obvious, announcing itself with each throb through the layers that kept you seperate. plus, the slowly growing movement of your hips onto his didn't help!! smiling while you kiss him back, you enjoy the feeling of his hair between your fingers the the sounds of his moans every time you give a gentle pull.
who knows? maybe there's more that can make dottore unravel like your grip on the back of his head. you wonder if he'd enjoy getting yanked around by you a bit more... if he ever let you, would he like being put on a leash? you happily picture your foot on his shoulder. you'd keep him on his hands and knees in front of you with a pointy heel - gods, the idea of such a dominant man beneath you made you shiver.
the feeling of you shivering on top of him combined with a particularly sharp tug makes dottore cum in his pants.
yeah. maybe the leash was something that you had to bring up next time.
Your hands are pressing his to the mattress so possessively...
It's sinful how loud he moans when you stop him from grabbing onto you, pinning his scrambling and twitching hands to the soft sheets of the bed he was being fucked so mercilessly on.
"Pl- Pleasheee!~" he cries out for you and calls your name soon after. His voice is broken, desperate and a clear representation of his debauched self.
The many hours he had spent under your body, receiving the mind breaking pleasure that you had to offer him had already turned his pretty little head to mush.
Oh, but he should've known better, right? Known better than to flirt with that whore at the bar. But he just couldn't get enough of your jealously filled roughness. It was truly divine, pushing his body well past its limits.
"Hic- 'm SORRY!!~♡ Re-really am- HNGH~" his voice is breaking, it's pitch is so high and whiny as he pleads for a break, for you to slow down. But he knows he doesn't really want that, he wants to be fucked brainless, turned into a stupid little slut, your stupid little slut.
Your thrusts continued their harsh pace, bullying your darling's hole just right. You kept hitting the poor thing's bruised and throbbing prostate, driving him to orgasm for the nth time that night. But.. did you give him permission? No, you didn't.
"Wuh-wait! No 'm sorry- pleashe forgive m-me! AHN!-" his little babbling apology is cut short by yet another hard thrust and another mean bite to his already tender neck. He's biting his lip as you squeeze his pretty hands tighter and pin his body down with an even firmer grip.
No matter how much the pretty thing pleads for you to stop he never uses his safe-word, only screaming out your name like its going to make you forgive him. Well.. you already have forgiven him, but were you going to pass up the opportunity to have your baby crying and begging? No, you weren't. So he's just going to have to take it for a while longer.. ♡
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