CWs: mean!dom!reader, loss of virginity, rough handling
He was so nervous but at the same time he felt so giddy! The fact that you were gonna be his first made him all dizzy and lightheaded. "Hnngh— a-are you sure that's gonna fit?", the poor boy stuttered, but you're just so big, he can't help but be a bit scared!
"Shh, I'm gonna make you feel good." You whisper in his ear, intertwining your fingers with his and slowly pushing your dick against his hole. "Ah— HAH— you're.... so d-deep NGHH!!" He mewls, even though you've just put in the tip of your cock. He starts squirming as you keep going deeper and deeper into him, so you just press down your chest against his until he's immobile against the mattress.
Once you bottom out, he's a hot mess. Panting, whining, crying, all the works. "Is this too much for my dear, hmm? Should I pull out and leave you here?" You coo at him, in a half mocking tone while feigning concern. His eyes widen at your words and he immediately starts pleading.
"P-please— please don't! I can handle it I promise! Just don't stop fucking me I beg you!" He cries out, and you take that as your clue to start moving your hips. "Well, then..." you mutter, "be good and take it."
dom!gn!reader, student x teacher relationship, professor!reader, reader is in mid/late twenties and oikawa is early twenties, college au, dry humping, begging, hair pulling, praising, teasing, choking, slight edging, pet names, a few mentions of "miss" for reader however can be ignored since no body parts are mentioned
note: lets see if i can still write good
"Professor? Can you go back and repeat that?"
You sigh and without turning around to see who asked the question, you begin repeating what you've just said out loud again. After all, you know exactly who asked the stupid question: Oikawa Toru.
Sure you're fresh out of college and new to the job but you're perfectly capable of dealing with all of the situations and problems that come with teaching. Your first year teaching sub-disciplines of biology passed by perfectly normally, with you even becoming one of the favorite teachers among the students.
So you weren't concerned when your second year began and you were prepared for most of the things that you assumed would happen.
But what you weren't prepared for was to deal with Oikawa fucking Toru, a senior who you've heard from your fellow teacher friends tends to be a constant pain in the ass.
He's the typical bad student. He's always bullying kids he deems inferior to him, hangs out with the frat boys, throws parties every week if not every day, and gets into fights. All while having girls surrounding him.
Oh, and he interrupts your teaching every second he gets.
That bastard has been the main problem that has suddenly made your job unenjoyable. He's been pulling all sorts of shit like making you repeat things at least 5 times each class, whispering crude remarks about you to his friend—even though he sits in the front of the room and you can hear each one—, and throwing paper balls and airplanes around randomly just to annoy you. Overall, he's a real nuisance during class.
And you know damn well that he doesn't even need or care for the repeating from the way he smirks at you when you're done and from now he has failed most of the quizzes and tests that you've given to the class yet doesn't go to you for any help.
No matter how annoying he is in your class, you can't be bothered to report him to the head of the school, afraid it would tarnish your new reputation as a teacher. After all, you heard rumors about how he's gotten teachers fired, and knowing his parents are somewhat influential, you'd rather not find out firsthand if they're true or not. All you can do is complain about him to your friends as you wait for the school year to end. At least his class is always the last one of the day, right? Yeah right.
Now back to the present.
As you finish repeating most of the things you already went over, you ignore the gaze burning into your head and quickly post the classwork on your laptop. However, right as you open your mouth to continue teaching, the bell rings and you can't help but let your shoulders slump as you look up to the students with a forced smile.
"I just posted the homework for this lesson that's due next class so don't forget to complete it! The semester is coming to an end so final grades will be put in soon."
As they pack up and begin chatting, a few give you sympathetic smiles as they exit, knowing what you have to go through during this class.
You don't bother to pay attention to the last person in the room as they walk up to your desk, stopping right in front of you.
"Professor? I think I need more help understanding."
You pause your typing on your laptop and focus on sorting the papers on your desk instead, trying to look busy but you're just trying not to look Oikawa in the eyes.
"Yes, Oikawa? What exactly do you need help understanding? If it's something that will take a while to chat with me about then I'm afraid that it'll have to wait until tomorrow because I have a lot of work to grade."
You quickly glance up at him and see the grin on his face. It's one that you've gotten accustomed to as it usually means he has something up his sleeve.
"Well mainly about today's lesson. I don't quite get it. Perhaps I even need a private lesson, don't you think?"
Right, you forgot to mention the rather obvious flirting he does towards you. It's almost as if your first year teaching went too well that your second just had to be the exact opposite.
You hold yourself back from rolling your eyes as you answer back calmly without looking at him.
"If what I notice during class is right, you haven't been paying attention much. But I'm sure if you start doing so, you'll begin understanding the lessons better."
You hear him let out a huff at your lack of attention towards him before seeing two hands being placed on either side of your laptop. You frown as your eyes immediately look up at him.
He's closer now, leaning over your desk and the grin wider now.
"Oh come on professor, a private lesson can't hurt. You'll be able to teach me so much." Teach him how to behave perhaps. "And you can do it however you want, I'm not picky." The way he looks at you as he says the last part has you questioning if he meant it in another way. Knowing him, he most likely did.
You sigh before gathering your papers and you see Oikawa's grin falter slightly.
"Oikawa, I don't think a private lesson is necessary. Nor do I think it would benefit you in any way." You're so focused on the papers that you don't hear him walk around the desk to your side until he's right beside your chair.
"Please, professor?" You jump slightly in surprise before turning your chair to face him and you remember just how tall he is. He's right in front of you now and the way he said the word "please" has you tensing. He knows what he's doing and he knows that you know.
You suddenly realize the tension in the room and clear your throat. "This is inappropriate, Oikawa. I'm your professor."
He raises an eyebrow before stepping closer and smirking.
"Inappropriate? Just what are you assuming? I'm not doing anything inappropriate." He leans down slightly and you frown. Damn him and his good looks. No wonder you see him surrounded by girls on the daily.
You narrow your eyes at him. "You know what you're doing," you say sternly and his smirk widens. Oh, you want to slap that smirk off his face so badly.
You can't help but glance back at your laptop for a second before suddenly feeling a hot breath in your ear and a presence beside you.
"Please, professor?" A shiver runs down your spine. Before you can reply, you notice his tie dangling in front of you—one that's always untucked despite the uniform policy—and you can't help but grab it and pull it down sharply. He gasps at the sudden action as he stumbles and falls to his knees in front of you. His eyes immediately widen and a faint blush appears on his face.
You can't help but be in shock as well. If someone were to walk in at this moment, they would see the infamous Oikawa Toru on his knees, a blush on his face that's growing redder by the second, in front of one of the school's most popular teachers.
Oh, the rumors.
Even on his knees, he's still tall but you swear he looks smaller from the way he looks up at you in surprise.
You're still holding onto his tie and you realize, the way you're staring down at him, tie in hand while he's on his knees staring at you with widened—awaiting?— eyes; Oikawa kinda reminds you of… a dog?
Get your mind out of the gutter, [Name], you tell yourself, yet your grip on his tie only tightens and you notice him swallow hard.
You look at his neck and realize you must've accidentally tightened the tie somehow as well, pressing it right up against his Adam's apple.
"M-Miss?" You snap out of your thoughts, both the title and the stutter catching you by surprise. Looking at Oikawa, you see he's blushing harder, fists clenched on his thighs as he continues to look up at you with that look. Shit.
Then you realize he's not moving, not getting up, not pushing you away, or yelling at you. He's not protesting it. Rather, he's deciding to stay kneeling in front of you.
Does he want this?
You swallow hard as your eyes rake over Oikawa's body and you swear you see his body shiver slightly. You were always a sucker for pretty men anyways.
However, when your eyes finally reach his lower half, you realize why he's blushing so much, or why he's avoiding your gaze suddenly. He's hard, so obviously hard.
Oikawa looks so different from his normal persona that you almost want to laugh. The cocky, annoying senior that has always pestered you in class reduced to a blushing, speechless mess in front of you with a raging boner.
"I bet this is what you wanted, right? During a private lesson?" You see him tense up before lowering his head in front of you, muttering something quietly.
"Use your words properly." You notice him staying silent and wonder if you've misread him before he suddenly speaks- no, suddenly moves.
He slowly leans forward to lay his cheek on your thigh and your breath hitches at the sight.
"I'm sorry, miss." Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Despite how one side of your mind so desperately wants to put him in his place after everything he's done, the more rational part of your mind quickly reminds you that you're his professor and he's your student. Although you're only a few years older than him, this could get you fired or worse.
He must sense your hesitation because he then gently grasps your ankle and presses your shoe against his crotch, letting out a small whimper that makes the heat inside your stomach rise.
You curse under your breath before tugging his tie again and he gasps. Feeling him start to slowly rock against your shoe, you take it back and hear him whine pathetically.
"Was this your plan all along? To rile me up so I would snap and teach you a lesson?" You feel his crotch twitch slightly.
Oikawa swallows hard before lifting his head up and nodding. "Words."
"Yes, miss." You can't help the grin that spreads across your face.
"Well," you start and you see him looking up at you awaitedly. "Perhaps I will teach you a lesson, in my own way of course, since you said you weren't picky." He blushes, remembering his previous words. You have a feeling that although he wanted you to snap, he didn't expect it to go this way.
The pressure against his crotch snaps him out of his thoughts and before his mind can process it, his body already has and you see pre cum seeping through the material of his pants. He lets out a moan at the feeling of your shoe again.
"How about, I'll ask you questions about the class material" —you see his Adam's apple bobbing— "and depending on whether you answer correctly or not, I'll either pull back my shoe or help you cum."
His breath hitches at the idea and almost immediately nods. With his brain already foggy along with the realization that you may pleasure him, he fails to remember that he hasn't been paying the best attention in your class or learned the material well.
You already feel him slightly grinding on your shoe again but you keep it there, wanting to keep on looking down at his flushed face panting near your thighs.
"What is a similarity between transcription and DNA replication?"
His eyes immediately widen in surprise and you know you've stumped him already. Although you know the rest of your classes would be able to answer it easily, his mind is already too clouded with pleasure, it's almost funny.
He stutters out some sort of half-ass response that you know is definitely wrong before you feign a disappointed sigh and pull away your shoe. Immediately he whines out in protest but a stern look from you shuts him right up.
So now he follows your orders.
"What does the shape of a protein determine?" Groaning, he lays his head back on your thigh. His grip on your ankle tightens slightly as he pouts up at you, trying to convince you to do something else. With his hair right in front of you, you suddenly grab it before yanking his head back, emitting a rather loud cry of pain from him.
"Come on, Oikawa"—he lets out a whine at the way you say his name so sternly—"I thought you wanted this? So be a good boy and answer the question. Or perhaps I should just leave you here?"
He widens his eyes before shaking his head hesitantly. "N-No, miss." Oh, the thought of you just leaving him here has his cock throbbing. He's so hard, it hurts.
You stay silent and he realizes you're still awaiting an answer from him. You swear you see the cogwheels turning in his brain, the need to cum fueling it.
"The… function?"
It comes out as more of a question than an answer but you take it anyways. The second you grind your shoe back against his already stained crotch, he humps it like a dog in heat, his groans and whimpers filling the classroom.
You ask him another question and of course, he gets it wrong, mumbling some response that had nothing to do with what you asked. However, taking pity on him, you don't pull away your shoe and he takes it as a sign to speed up. Maybe he thought he actually got it right or maybe he realized that you felt bad for him.
Your hand grips his tie again, tugging it as he lets out a small groan, his eyes rolling back in his head slightly at the pressure against his throat. So he likes getting choked?
"You know, when you're making all sorts of loud noises like that, I wouldn't be surprised if someone were to come check up on his room."
You expected him to slow down, maybe even stop at the realization. But rather he speeds up.
"Maybe you would even like that, getting caught." His cock inside his pants twitches a lot, answering your suspicions so you continue. "Imagine what they would think, seeing a big bad senior like you on his knees for a teacher, rutting against their shoe like a fucking bitch in heat."
Your language catches him off guard, the total opposite of how you act when you teach. He can't help the blush that travels down his neck or the shock of pleasure that runs through his spine or the way his dick leaks more pre-cum, trickling through his pants and onto your shoe because holy shit was that hot.
But the whole situation wouldn't happen anyway. You know for a fact that this part of the college was practically empty, even more so after the last class. But Oikawa doesn't know that and the thought of getting caught turns him on more than he would like to admit.
"M-Miss, I'm close," he murmurs into your thigh, taking no action to slow down. You raise an eyebrow. Assuming that he hooks up with girls weekly, you thought it would take him longer to cum, or perhaps this whole situation is too much for him to process clearly that he just couldn't hold it in. It's cute.
Oikawa is quick to babble out pleas to cum, his voice rising in pitch as his absolutely sinful noises become louder. Some drool escapes from the corner of his mouth and his body feels hot, tears prickling the corners of his eyes from the intensity.
His eyes roll back again and you swear his brain short circuits when you press down on his crotch, his grip on your ankle tightening even more to keep you there. Oikawa can’t even think properly anymore, he just wants to cum. "Pleasepleaseplease-"
"Go on Oikawa, since you've been such a good boy during this lesson." The praise is what gets him. He throws his head back, revealing his neck that you want to grab so badly, and lets out a cry of pleasure. Immediately you feel the wetness on your shoe and you look down to see the wet stain on his pants growing even more.
Oikawa slumps back forward onto your thighs as his humping slows down before coming to a stop. Looking up at you, his eyes are glassy and glazed over and the sight makes your heart race.
He sighs before laying his cheek on your thigh and closing his eyes, murmuring something that you almost fail to hear.
Tw: nsfw, mentions of dacryphilia, belly bump, manhandling, thigh fetish, mind break if you squint just filthy stuff eh, I'm not good at this, idk what possessed me I was trying to sleep and this hits me like a ground breaking discovery
Holding his thighs open while you eat him out. Both legs spread and pushed down, not giving him a chance to hide the pink puffy hole that's squeezing around nothing but air. Then diving down to enjoy him like a meal served , occasionally squeezing his thick thighs. One lick and he's shaking. Slide your tongue in and he would squeal, mewl, whimper. Getting ravaged by your tongue , he would frantically grab a fistful of your hair with his big hands not knowing if he wants to pull you away or push you down more into his wet, spilling hole. Keep that up for a bit longer and he would come. Eyes rolling back, back arched from the mattress looking a bow that's about to be released. He comes with a pathetic, loud shriek followed by something between a moan and a whimper.
Or lifting the man up, legs spread while fucking him in front of a mirror. He's stuffed full by your big cock and his pathetic little cock is crying, squirting, coming untouched. And he'd be shy at first but a few thrusts in and he's blabbering about how good he feels , words slurred, long hair damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead , shoulders and cheeks. Tears streaming down his face from overstimming. Tongue lolled out, drooling, eyes rolled back head resting on your shoulders, bouncing with the same rythm that he's being fucked because there's no ounce of strength left in him. He's like a doll, a doll made to satisfy your needs and stuffed till he's full to the brim. He'd look down after coming untouched again for the nth time, he lost count of how many times he had come. Sure enough there's a small bump on his belly, both from how well your cock is stuffing him and from the cum that's pushed into him and plugged in by your cock. He'd look into the mirror to see his own fucked out face and give a dumb little smile, giggling about how he's now pregnant.
Characters: Azumane Asahi, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Aone, Itto, Neuvillet, Wriothesley, Alhaitham ,Jing yuan, Blade, Gepard, Sukuna, Geto, Nanami(of course) , Calcharo, Jiyan, Yuanwu, and many many more of your favourite big men...
I was just thinking about Kenma, because, why not?
❗Warnings— Strapwarming (It's cockwarming but.. It's a Strap-on instead), Pegging, Overstimulation, Cowgirl Position, very short
👤 Character: Kenma Kozume [Haikyuu!]
Kenma's hips wiggle gently in you lap, while pouting and frowning as he looked at his Nintendo Switch in his hands, he also let out a low groan. He was so focused that he even forgot. The thick strap-on nestled deep inside him.
His slender thighs weakened slightly, his focus shifting away from the video game for a few seconds as that bulbous tip began pressing insistently against his prostate, making his breathing fails. You smile watching your boyfriend's internal struggle, unsure of what to do, whether to continue the game or not.
Kenma had been at it for almost an hour already, in that time, he must have already come a couple of times, even without moving incessantly, and that has already made his mind start turning to mus, his cute cock, threatening spilling another puddle of sperm.
Forgetting about the Switch, and leaning against your chest, while relaxing his shoulders, he feels another wave of a lazy orgasm staining his own thigh.
You hug his slender waist and bury your face in his black and slightly blonde hair, you felt himself trying to breathe normally again, his penis softening, but without disengaging from his strap-on.
Kenma sits on your bed, legs curled up beneath him, sleeves of your hoodie pulled down so far they swallow his hands. It smells like you—warm, familiar, and safe. And if he tugs the collar down just a bit, he can see the mottled blush of hickies you left all along his neck and collarbone. They’re fresh and dark, some a little messy, others perfectly shaped. He’d tilted his head for you so obediently earlier, let you mouth at his skin until he was sighing and squirming under your weight.
Now, he’s alone in your room, bare legs on your sheets, only your hoodie and his boxers on, and he can’t stop looking.
His phone feels too big in his hands as he lifts it, angles the camera toward his neck. The first picture is a little shaky. He bites his lip and takes another, lowering the hoodie just enough to expose more of the bruises. The sight makes his stomach flutter, blood rushing right back down to where you’d left him so needy earlier.
He takes a few more photos—some close, some angled from below where his thighs peek out beneath the hem of your hoodie, just the suggestion of skin and shadows. It makes his face heat up so badly that he has to pause and press his cheek into the sleeve to cool off.
After a minute, he scrolls through them. His breathing is a little quick, a little shallow. His heart is pounding. Every photo reminds him of your mouth, your hands, your voice. And he looks owned. Ruined, even. It’s embarrassing—he likes it too much.
He hesitates. Then selects the one where he’s glancing shyly to the side, neck tilted to show the worst of the marks, mouth parted. Sends it to you without a word.
A minute passes. Then two.
And then your reply buzzes through:
“You look so pretty like that, baby.”
His breath catches.
He immediately hides his face in the crook of his arm, whining quietly into your hoodie. He can’t help the way his thighs press together, how his hips shift just a little. He wants you to say it again, wants you to come back and see how flustered he is. How desperate. All from your words. All because of you.
He shakily types a response.
“I can’t stop looking. Is that weird?”
His fingers hover for a second before hitting send.
He stares at the screen, waiting, chest tight with something sweet and aching. Needy.
thinking about walking in on the yandere touching himself to you<3 as punishment, not letting him touch you and only getting off to a flesh light infront of us or tying him and overstimming the poor boy
content: masturbation, usage of toy, name calling (fem.rec), degrading, humiliation, implying of punishment, mentions of underwear licking and “peeing”. (actually means to cum) (it’s gross, i know. 😭), no aftercare :(
note: thank you so much for the request! apologies if it took a few days. i was kinda out of it and i keep forgetting to finish this. 🥲 also the peeing part was actually not about taking a real piss, OKAY. 😇 anyway, hihi, i hope you enjoy it ! i will be using this as a base for the next request, so stay tuned for that. NOT PROOFREAD !!!!!
if this is your first time seeing this post, it’ll be better to read from the start since there are other parts for this! i just didn’t put the links in since i felt lazy.
hearts, comments, and reblogs are all appreciated.
coldness filled the room, bringing the boy a side of uneasiness that came along with it. your yandere has been going off the deep end ever since you left the town, with nothing to do and nothing to hold onto. however, that was how he felt weeks ago. today was the day you were finally going home and he couldn’t wait. the passing of time feeling like eternity when you’re not around.
“it’s okay, she’ll be home in any minute now.”
he mumbles reassurances to himself, pacing back and forth inside the room, trying to find comfort to something— attempting to hold onto anything. as the clocked marched on, his mind began to run with thoughts that confused him. due to your nature being the kind to be self-reliant, you didn’t bother telling him what time you’ll be at the airport. you only texted him and said you’ll be home in half an hour. he knew he should’ve not let you go home without being picked up from the airport. either way, he still trusted you enough to let you do your thing.
as he walked all over the place, he could not help but grew more impatient, longing for you. the boy’s little walks then led him to the tiny laundry basket that was also inside the room. as he opened the cover, his palms became sweaty even when the room was in an almost-freezing state. his worries became replaced with thoughts— scenarios that were unholy and lewd. before he could think properly, his hands were already reaching for your unwashed underwear inside the basket. you wouldn’t be mad at him if he just relieves himself a little bit, right? he just can’t help it..
“i’m sure s-she’ll understand.. yeah.. mommy’s good. i am good. so she’ll still give me my reward even if i break just one rule, right?..” he slightly smiles to himself, sighing shakily as he brings the small fabric to his nose. he moans at the smell hitting him, finally finding the comfort he’s been looking for. after sniffing the fabric, he then shakily sticks his tongue out, licking the underwear. he could only moan harder and tilt his head back slightly from his actions. lowering the piece of fabric, he silently mumbles apologies for what he had done, and what’s about to be done.
the said boy walked over to the bed and placed himself on the big, fluffy matress. he laid above, shifting into different positions so that he could find the comfortable one. after finding the most comfortable one, which was laying on his back with his legs spread out, he then places your underwear on the nightstand. after properly putting it down, he lets out a whimper, unhooking the button of his pants. his heart lets out a corresponding beat towards the clank of the button as he finally removed it, even with shaky hands.
he spat a glob of saliva onto his palm, doing the action continuously to ensure that he’ll have no trouble with lubricating himself later on. his lips became a mess after, though. it had tiny, short streaks of drool on the sides as well as dripping slightly on his lower lip.
anyway, after getting the right amount, he shifts to his other hand so he could pull his undergarment down and free himself down there. his dick immediately sprung out which was due to his hardness beforehand. there was already pre-release at the tip.
with a trembling hand, he uses it to coat his dick before moving it in motion. he moved his hand— shaky and erratic. slick sounds releasing as he worked his hand up and down his shaft slowly. each stroke made his breath hitch, may it be a proper or unsteady stroke.
“h-hmhh--”
he let out little whimpers which he couldn’t hold back even when he tried to. he felt disgusted, and somehow aroused. grossed out but somehow enjoying it. he hated himself for being weak, for being an impatient, desperate boy. but he discards all of that, too distracted due to the heat building up inside his stomach.
just when he’s close to grasping that reward he’s been craving for, is when he lets himself go and fall due to a little desperation. he couldn’t help but think about how disappointed you’ll be. sure, he already convinced himself that you’d definitely understand him, but even his heart wasn’t buying it.
“s-sorryy.. nghh..”
he stutters out and moans, heart pounding as he sped up his motion, chasing for a release. he has been going for a few minutes now. the noises had gotten a lot louder, same with his whining. he could feel the heat curling inside his body— just waiting, waiting to be released. he was close, eyes rolling back, and tongue slipping out a little.
he could feel— he could feel the heat— stopping, not because he finally got to relieve himself, but because it was cut short. the creaking sound of the door opening had interrupted his chasing for his high.
fuck. it was you. he is definitely screwed.
“h--hey! let me exp-”
“shut. it.”
you dismissed him with anger fueling in your voice. you didn’t and would have never expected him to disobey like this so you tsk to make him hear how dissatisfied you were with his actions. even with you standing on the doorway, you could still see from afar that he was starting to tear up. he looked like a beat up puppy, lost and afraid. it was a sight to see, honestly. too bad, boys who do bad things get punished rather than rewarded.
“get your toy inside the drawer, now. and remove your clothes.”
“b-but— i want to e-explain fir—”
“i said now.”
he was trying to protest but you weren’t having any of it. you’d still win either way. so he just nods, removing the saliva off his hand by wiping it on his shirt. after wiping it clean, he then removes it along with his lower garments before reaching for the drawer. he was already scared since you’ll be punishing him, but further afraid since he heard the words your toy instead of just a toy. it implies you’ll be using him— breaking him without your help, thus indirectly.
you finally walked inside the room, setting your things aside before sitting on the bed to face him. he was now holding the fleshlight, in which you refer to as his toy. you cooed at his state, bony but pleasing-looking hands clutching the skin-colored fleshlight you had bought almost a month back as a “present” for him.
“since you wanna act all big and tough now, i guess you don’t need my help anymore, right?”
you broke the silence, tilting your head to the right as the words left your mouth. he could feel a pang hit his heart with the thought of not needing you anymore. of course he does need you! the desperation just got to him.. and so he quickly shakes his head no rapidly and fastly, panic settling on his face as he doesn’t want you to think about yourself like that.
“i--it’s not like that, mama... i swear— swear i just couldn’t wait any longer and i thought you wouldn’t arrive that earl--”
you hush him, cutting off his rambling. he quickly stops talking, looking at you with doe eyes.
“i was about to give you the best reward i could ever give but here you are, fucking it up. you know you might not get another chance, hm?”
you said, looking down at your index finger as it grazes the toy rather than his hand. he nods furiously to let you know he understands you. after that, with the use of the same hand, you guided the fleshlight towards his already-wet cock. he was squirming in the process, trying to avoid the toy’s insides to wrap around him. please’s left his mouth, begging you to stop and begging for you to forgive him. you acted as if you were deaf, ignoring his pleas as you finally inserted his shaft fully inside the silicon toy. you earned a loud groan from him, making you smile smuggly.
“see? it hasn’t even done anything and yet you’re already moaning like a whore. i guess you really don’t need me after all.”
you sigh sarcastically, acting as if you were hurt and with you knowing how easy he was— he was quick to reassure you in hurried breaths.
“no, no, no, m--mommy— i need you, need you s’much.. please don’t s-say things like tha— hah! ”
a moan suddenly fell from his lips which cut off his words. you had caught him off guard by moving the toy in a quick but short time. you did it since you didn’t want to get bored by his blabbering, your mind only focused in making him play with his dick.
“you just gonna blab or start?”
you loosened your grip on the toy and let go, fake yawning as you looked at him with a bored expression. that was the signal to finally make him start to work. he didn’t want to be inside the toy but he’d rather endure it than see you be bored at him. guess he has to put on a show to make you entertained then.
finally, after what felt like years, he started to put his hand on the toy so that he could begin moving it. it was already slicky since his dick still had saliva from all the spitting he had done a while ago. his breath hitched as he finally pushed the toy fully down around him. he whined at the contact, his thighs trembling uncontrollably as he starts to move the toy up then down.
“s-sensitive..”
his voice cracked, breathy moans filling the room. as he continuously moves the toy at an erratic but slow pace, he couldn’t help but squeeze his eyes slightly, making it half-lidded. he was starting to water a little from the sudden sensitivity. you saw this and immediately tormented him for the fun of it.
“keep your eyes open. i’m sure you aren’t that dumb and can still follow a simple rule, right?”
you placed your palm on your cheek as you spoke. he quickly opens his eyes, shifting them to meet your gaze. you couldn’t help but look at his face in awe. his eyes were similar to a void, no thought behind those iris. his mouth was slightly agape with wet drool that started to dry on both sides of his lips. his face was pure on sweating with hair lightly wet. what a scene it was, fully knowing that he just started a few minutes ago.
“i should just keep you like this forever, hm?”
he didn’t respond.
“answer me.”
he finally acknowledges your words, shaking his head.
“n-nooooo.. n-ngh! want i--inn.. wann’ be in, p-pleasee-”
he was starting to turn dumb-like, words all slurry since he could not talk properly anymore. you could also see that he was still moving his hips but not the toy anymore. he was the one fucking toy now, his lower body doing all the work. he didn’t break eye contact as he did his actions, lips parting oh so slightly until you could full on see the insides of his mouth.
“t--touchh me, please..” he begs, lips forming into a messy pout as he bites back a cry. he wanted to be held in any form of way as he was still deprived of the comfort he’d been needing. of course, knowing the devil you were, you shook your head no, resulting the boy to finally release a sob.
“issokay, i understand.. but wait! wait, m-mama, i’m g-going to pee. wait, p-please, hngh-”
he didn’t know what he was saying anymore, too fucked out to even understand the words coming out of his mouth. pee? you thought. you were puzzled, so you didn’t give him answer since there wasn’t one that you could give anyway. as you shifted your eyes back to his cock, you could somewhat see that it was all red and pent up.
by now, he was still fucking the toy fast and hardly. all you could hear was noises of squelching, whimpering, and loud moaning. hell, he was even starting to shout loud cries but you were far too distracted to even quiet him down since you were enjoying this too much.
“o-ooohh! a--ah!- momm’, sorryyy, i’m going to-”
he grips the sheets with the use of his free hand to keep him stable as he arched his back. a sorry was the last thing you heard before he cries out, releasing his load inside. whimpers left his mouth as he saw the toy drip out his cum. oh, so that’s what he meant. cute.
his body then retorts back from arching, making him shudder in the process.
“sorry, m’sorry..”
he apologizes in defeat. you almost fell for the act but good thing you remembered this was his punishment for disobeying. with “no mercy” still in your head, the words that fell from your lips left him biting his lip anxiously.
“no aftercare for you, hun. i won’t even hold you until you make it up to me. this is your punishment for not following rules, sorry not sorry.”
you went on to ramble, letting him know that actions come with consequences. he didn’t fight back, only nodding in defeat. in reality, you did want to hold him and caress him but it wouldn’t do him good since he might start to get spoiled.
“clean yourself up. i wanna sleep.”
was the last thing you said before exiting the room, leaving the boy all alone.
teacher!sugawara, who's just so sexually frustrated :( he who wakes up rock hard every morning— cock aching, straining against the fabric of his boxers, throbbing like it’s begging to be touched. but he’s always late. always rushing to iron a shirt, shove toast in his mouth, and sprint out the door with his bag half open and keys in his teeth.
most mornings he ignores it. buries the ache. tells himself he’ll deal with it after work (poor boy never does)'
why was today any different? why did he swear up and down that it'd just be 'real quick' as he turned onto his stomach, cock already leaking with pre n pressing into the mattress like his body knew what to do before he did?
“mmhh—” he breaths into the pillow, face buried deep, arms hugging it tight like he’s trying to anchor himself. his hips move slow at first, desperate little grinds into the sheets, like he’s testing it, like he can’t believe how good it feels.
the tip of his cock peeks out of his underwear, his mouth falls open in a silent moan as it drags against the fabric, each stroke sending heat curling up his spine. he ruts in short, shaky motions, messy and clumsy, driven by instinct and backed up need.
“f-fuck…” his voice is barely there, slurred and wet, his thighs trembling as he picks up the pace, hips bucking just a bit harder. his boxers are ruined, stuck to his skin from all the slick dripping out of him, and it only makes the friction worse, makes it better.
his head spins. everything blurs.
and then it hits— this filthy little thought that makes his stomach twist; what if someone was watching? what if you saw him like this? humping his bed like a needy little thing, mouthing at a pillow and grinding down like a dog in heat?
“so desperate, baby,” your voice in his ear, low and mean. “you couldn’t even wait, huh? fucking your sheets like they’re me?”
he gasps.
“y-yeah, mhm, f’you, please… i—hah, i need it, i need to cum,” he basically sobs into the pillow, drool slipping past his lips as his hips stutter, pace erratic now, right there, right there....!
and then?
his alarm.
"n-no, no no no—fuck!" he whines, whole body locking up, muscles stiff, high yanked right out of his reach as the sound tears him out of it.
he lays there, face still in the pillow, cock still twitching against the sweat soaked sheets. and he lets out the most pitiful, strangled groan you’ve ever heard as he flips onto his back, panting as he runs a hand over his face and through his hair.
another looong day ahead. one where he remained unfucked </3
Why are you doing that? Why are you acting like you don't notice how much he needs you?
Your shy subby boyfriend wants to feel you inside him, not his own fingers in the bathroom late at nights. One thought pulsates in his mind: “How can he explain that he wants you?" His shyness prevents him from asking you to fuck him. His Google page is a whole story about how he tries every day to find a way to seduce you. He tried all possible methods:
He took out his perfume, the ones you once called your favourites. He sprayed them on his neck, on the wrists, then passes them through the collarbone and chest, trying to create an elusive fragrant veil for you. He did it with the hope that when you get closer, the smell of the perfume you love will make you want to. But all he sees in response is your restrained smile.
Realising that the perfume didn't work, he decides to take bolder steps. He bought ice cream, enjoying it in front of your eyes. He ate it slowly, sensually licking his fingers, and watching your reaction with awe, but in response the same indifferent look.
In his head, he goes through various images that, in his opinion, can ignite passion in you. He tried on transparent lace lingerie, choosing the most seductive, hoping that you will not resist this seductive appearance. But again, he only got a light nod.
One of his most daring actions is the photos in which he poses in short tennis skirts. He chose the perfect angle, trying to make his image look both innocent and exciting. Every detail in the picture is carefully thought out: from how the fabric flows on his hips to the gentle blush on his cheeks. He sent you these photos, burning with the desire to get a compliment or a text that you're already coming, but only got "👍"
