Obanai + bratty sub + orgasm denial + fem reader
⎯ obanai iguro • kny
cw: dom reader, female reader, bratty obanai, orgasm denial
niilue's 3k event
iguro squirmed and writhed beneath her, his cock twitching in her hand as she continued to stroke him, teasing him with the promise of release that she knew she would never grant. his breath came in ragged gasps, his hips bucking instinctively against her touch, and he felt himself growing closer and closer to the edge. but just as he thought he could bear it no longer, she increased the pressure on his engorged shaft, her grip tightening until it hurt.
"iguro," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "you know you're being a damn bratt, don't you?" she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "you know you shouldn't be this aroused, this turned on." she paused, her touch growing more insistent, and he felt himself losing control. "but you can't help it, can you?"
iguro's head thrashed back and forth, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. he wanted to beg, to plead with her to let him come, but he knew better. he knew that she would never grant him that release, not until she was ready. and deep down, he loved her for it. he loved the way she dominated him, the way she controlled him so completely. it was the only thing that felt right.
his body trembled as the pleasure built inside him, threatening to overwhelm him at any moment. he felt her fingers begin to move faster, her nails scraping lightly against his skin, and he arched his back, moaning loudly. "fuck…" he managed to whisper, the word little more than a breath.
"fuck, please… i can't take it anymore…" he groaned, his voice laced with desperation. but she ignored him, her grip on his cock unyielding. iguro felt himself about to explode, his body tensing as he tried to hold back the oncoming orgasm. "fine!" he yelled, his voice muffled by the mattress. "i'll be good! just let me cum!" he let out a shuddering breath, realizing too late that he had just given her the power to deny him again.
"i'm sorry, i can't hear you," she said, her voice cold and distant. "i thought you were being bad." she continued to stroke him, her grip unyielding, her touch growing more demanding. "maybe if you were a good boy, you'd get what you want."
iguro's body thrashed beneath her, his mind awhirl with conflicting emotions. part of him wanted to lash out, to demand what he deserved, but another part of him knew better. he knew that she was in control, and that to defy her would be to lose her forever. so instead, he buried his face in the pillow, biting down on the soft fabric as the pleasure built inside him, threatening to consume him.
"please…" he moaned, his voice muffled by the pillow. "i'm sorry… i'll be good… i promise…" he felt himself getting closer and closer, his cock throbbing in her hand as he begged for release. but she only smiled, her eyes fixed on him, her expression mocking.
"maybe next time," she purred, her fingers moving faster, harder. "if you're a really good boy." and with that, she increased the pressure on his cock, her nails digging into his skin, driving him closer and closer to the edge. iguro arched his back, his hips bucking frantically against her hand, but it was no use. she had him right where she wanted him.
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