Ever thought about a sub who begs/asks for sex first, saying he really wants it or needs it all night long and all that?
And after getting what he demanded, he’s so smug and happy, enjoying every touch to the fullest. Though after some time, with each passing round, their grin starts to fade— suddenly he’s a fucked out wreck who has climaxed so often that a simple brush of your fingers against his heated skin was painful.
Yet you still haven’t stopped… still wringing out pleasure from his dry body. Now he’s begging for you to stop, to give him a small break!! Saying that he’s too tired to go on even more rounds. Crying and pleading so desperately now, even though he was the one who brought this upon himself…
What to do~ you weren’t anywhere near satisfied, but his whines were just too cute, “p-please… hiicc no ♡ no more r-rounds ah-ngHhn..!!~ c-can’t cum anymore.. ah-hnghHn ♡♥︎♡ m’so-sorry…!! Hurts… ah, please, I need a b-break…♥︎♡”
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."
so yall know that meme that goes “ur x inches deep inside this character while that character is x inches deep in you”? ye that but with a bit of difference. we all know the drills by now, dividers by @/cafekitsune
imagine having two cute boyfriends who are the complete opposites. calm, cool, collected when in public, with a butt-plug keeping your cum inside their hole or either wearing nipple clamps with a chain in the middle that always brushed against their shirt. even with a vibrator inside their hole, keeping them always on edge or a chastity cage that prevented them from getting fully hard, they keep their cool facade, joking with friends or barking out orders. the moment you three step inside your home though, that is a whole different story. they’re like desperate sluts for you, whining and pawing at your pants, one of them grinding their cock against your boots with watery eyes as they plead for you to fuck them already
they’re like a crybaby, really. easy to break and tear down and turn them into obedient little pups who only nod their heads and spread their legs and holes open for you to use to your fill. teasing them with little pinches to their nipples or dodging their snotty wet kisses gets them real cute and whiny, pouting at you with a “don’t you love me, master?”
but your most favorite position to see your pretty boyfriends in is when you deny them their favorite feeling and make them fuck each other. sure, they loved each other as much as they loved you, but two subs don’t make a dom and all you get is whiny, sobbing puppies as they meagerly grind against each other, cocks all hard and erect but never not knowing how to properly use it on each other
be mean, sit behind one of them and guide their hips with a hand on his hip bone, squeezing at his flesh before teaching him how to properly use his useless cock on your other boyfriend. guide him, ease his cock into the other’s awaiting eager hole, all messy and wet, dripping with your messy morning fuck’s cum and his saliva from eating him out. slap his ass when he trembles and complains about not being able to fuck him, teasing him about how he has such a nice big cock but can’t even use it and leaves it as a waste
then once he bottoms out inside your other boyfriend, sit back and watch him try to make sense of it all. oh, he was so tight and warm and so squishy around him, constantly clenching at his dick while slobbering at him to “muvh already♡︎!”. how could he? if he were to even pull his dick out by a single inch, he’s gonna cum inside him! and their master hasn’t given either of them the command to cum yet! none of them wanted to be bad and go against your order while you were guiding the one one top to weakly hump his cock into the other’s gaping hole
you don’t have to touch them just to be extra mean and simply enjoy your free time. maybe open a bottle of wine or champagne and sit back, all relaxed and content while your sweet pups cry about you being mean, harsh and only using them. you were, they made good entertainment after all. if feeling nice from the glass of wine, order the one on top on how to properly thrust his hips and bury his useless big dick inside the other’s hole that was clenching around him like a vice, trying to milk every drop of his cum. the one under only sobbing uselessly, already going non-verbal as he only sobbed and slurred like some drunken man, like he’s high on aphrodisiacs while pathetically grinding his ass flush against the other’s hip, hoping to get his dick deeper inside himself. hell, his greedy ass would even whine occasionally about how he wanted both of your dicks stretching his hole out, gaping him open for the world to see as he clawed at the sheets
it wouldn’t even take long for the one top to just give up, collapsing on top of his boyfriend as he can only hump his dick between his boyfriend’s ass cheeks. the hard yet wet thing already having slipped out while he tried to sloppily thrust into his boyfriend, only ending up in failure after failure. silly little dog, can’t even fuck his own boyfriend properly
finish your glass of wine patiently while your two cute boyfriends cried about being empty and needing your experienced touch on their bodies, setting aside the empty glass once you swallow the last drop. wine is meant to be taken slow and enjoyed after all, not rushed like how your stupid dogs barked about. be mean when you slowly and carefully take off your clothes, degrade them, call them useless and dumb mutts for being unable to follow a simple order as you finally settle behind the one on top. take his reddened cock, tease the tip, maybe even pull on the foreskin that is pushed back just to be a bit more meaner, hearing him blabber something while his hips buckled like a cute rabbit’s before shoving the tip back inside your eagerly awaiting other boyfriend, hearing the content, shrill squeal at the stretch while the other merely cried and sniffled weakly, legs already shaking
don’t make him pull out, keep guiding his cock until it’s halfway inside your other boyfriend’s eager hole, making him watch at how he accepts what is given to him, unlike him. only once the girthy thing is settled halfway inside, stop his hips from moving, dig your nails into the fat of his flesh, scratch at the back of his thighs, slap his sweet ass until they’re red and he’s complaining about how sore they are now. shush him up with a kiss, fist at his hair and tug his head back to face yours, making him whine at the burn to his scalp. “open up” order him, bark commands at him and see how cutely and even eagerly he follows it, jaw going slack, mouth hanging wide for you to do whatever. tell him to stick his tongue out and he will, letting out a satisfied moan at the messy, filthy wet kiss you give him. all suckles to his pink tongue, teeth gnashing and saliva dripping down. only the disappointed whine of your other boyfriend’s would snap you out, glancing down at him to see his pretty eyes, all teary and red from his sobs, staring at the messy kiss you shared with him with jealousy over his shoulder. he wanted kisses too!
“oh shut up, you’ll have your kisses later” scold him at the indignant teary look he gives you both, looking so betrayed over something so simple while the other merely inhales sharp breaths at the abrupt end of the kiss, all filthy and wet from his own saliva. use his moment of weakness and slide a lube covered finger into his unprepared ass, watch him as he buck his hips forward from the sudden drop of temperature, a harsh shiver running down his spine as his hold on his boyfriend’s hips tighten. after some half-assed fingering to try and open him up, guide your own strap into his hole, hold him tightly by the fat of his hips as he babbles in pure confusion on whether to buck forward into the tight warmth clamping around his cock or back into your huge girth splitting him wide open
once halfway inside him as well, stop your hips from moving further, hear his cute little voice go “h-haah? why’d y-ya’ stop?” as if he had expected you to do the hard work all the damn time like the spoiled little thing he was. meanwhile, your other boyfriend was doing so good and only taking what was given to him, occasionally clenching tighter around his boyfriend’s dick, still so unsatisfied with the lack of length inside him. “learn how to use your cock, puppy. i ain’t gonna be doing the heavy lifting all the damn time” scoff at his dejected noise, slap at the side of his reddened cheeks with a deserved “get workin’, sweetheart”. then just stay still and watch him try to make sense of the stimulations going on inside him
his own cock was halfway inside his boyfriend, all nice and warm and so teasingly tight. the constant wiggles of his hips and the little noises he kept making weren’t helping. but at the same time, you were inches deep inside him too, and he wanted so badly to push his fat ass flush against your hips, make you watch his red cheeks bounce stiffly against your own dick. he never tried to fuck his boyfriend before, you did all the fucking for them, filling their holes all nice and warm, milking their cute cocklets and taking care of their frustrations. why were you being so mean now?
sniffling back his angered tears, he would try to fuck into his boyfriend’s sweet hole, nearly buckling on his knees and collapsing on top of him if you hadn’t reached out to hold him upwards by the shoulders. he was so soft inside, he wondered how you held back whenever fucking them full. did he feel this soft and nice around you too? did you find his asshole to be tight and just as tantalizing to the point you just wanted to cum right then and there and paint his walls white? you had to, right? he was making you feel good too, right?
with rocky, stiff motions, he forced himself to move back and forth, trying to muffle his sniffles and sobs while their boyfriend eagerly let out his debauched moans and broken demands for more. at this point, he was simply chasing his own high, trying to shove his weeping dick as deep as he could into his boyfriend without letting your strap slip out of his own. it didn’t take too long, just a few broken thrusts of his hips and he was already mewling while he came inside his boyfriend, filling his already full hole even more as spurts of his cum slips and drips out of his hole. not even going to bother teaching them on how to be proper boyfriends, you lay his shaking body down on top of your boyfriend, making sure that his dick is still snug inside him like a human butt plug before getting to properly fucking them
sweet squeals of sheer excitement and weak mumbles and wet sniffles filled the room alongside the wet slaps of your hips meeting his ass, your boyfriend at the very bottom feeling his body rattle and shake with every thrusts you push into his boyfriend, effectively making him fuck his hole again. “anhhah-! haagh-ha♡︎! m-moowr.. more p-pleash? feels sho goud♥︎ fuc-fucking me again haaghaha♡︎♡︎” your boyfriend at the bottom giggled, sounding near delirious with how excited he seemed at the prospect of being double fucked, used like a human blow-up doll. “sniff..♡︎ i’m showry.. i’m showlly showry sorry shoorryyy♥︎ puh-please, don’t ge-eht sniff mad at meeeh..♡︎!” your other boyfriend sobbed occasionally, apologizing for not being able to ask for permission before cumming or to be able to use his useless big cock, punched out little wails escaping him at your thrusts
truly, you have to take time out from your days to teach your little puppies on how to properly fuck each other
Could I get Zenitsu from demon slayer that swears he straight start to fall for male reader? Like maybe reader is confident and flirty/make dirty jokes with him but he is so deep in denial that he’s always refusing and stuff until he realizes he’s daydreaming of reader and wanting to go along with it?
Not sure if I’m describing it well, and you’re welcome to take the concept and run with it however you like but I thought bi disaster would be funny and a cute bottom
“IN A FLASH”
pairing. “Straight”!Zenitsu Agatsuma x Top!male reader
synopsis. Zenitsu is 100% straight—or at least, that’s what he keeps telling himself. But between your constant flirting, your cocky smirks, and the unwelcome daydreams about being pinned against a wall, he’s starting to lose his mind. And maybe, just maybe… he likes it. — 1.7k
warnings. mdni, nsfw, amab reader, dirty jokes, tiniest bit of power play, first time (with a man), overstimulation, handjob, aftercare
a/n: You did a great job describing what you wanted! Thank you for sending in my first request!
Zenitsu was not in love with you.
Nope. Not a chance. Absolutely not.
It didn’t matter that you were tall, confident, and smirked like you owned the place. It didn’t matter that you rolled up your sleeves during training, your arms a little too toned, a little too veiny for him to not notice. And it especially didn’t matter that you had a habit of leaning in too close, whispering dirty jokes just low enough for only him to hear.
Because Zenitsu?
Zenitsu liked women.
He loved women. Soft hands, long hair, big br—
"Are you blushing?"
The sound of your smooth, teasing voice snapped him out of his spiraling thoughts.
Zenitsu immediately flinched, whipping around to see you grinning down at him, elbow resting on his shoulder.
His stomach flipped.
"No! I—Why would I—?! I AM NOT BLUSHING!"
In his panic, he stumbled backward—tripping over absolutely nothing—and fell flat onto his ass.
You burst out laughing, loud and shameless, crossing your arms as you watched him writhe in his own embarrassment.
"You totally were," you smirked. "What’s the matter? My rugged good looks getting to you?"
Zenitsu felt his entire soul leave his body.
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" He practically threw himself back to his feet, pointing at you in a wild panic. "I AM 100% STRAIGHT, OKAY?! I LOVE WOMEN! BIG BOOBS! SOFT HANDS! LONG HAIR!"
You just raised an eyebrow.
"...Alright, bro. You want a medal or something?"
Zenitsu twitched violently.
This was your fault.
For months, you'd been torturing him.
The casual hand on his shoulder. The way you'd sit too close, your thigh pressed against his. The way your gravelly, stupidly deep voice sounded whenever you murmured some filthy joke into his ear, leaving him to short-circuit in real-time.
He hated it.
He hated you.
He was definitely not going to start thinking about it later.
Absolutely not.
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It started small. Little things.
Like how your voice was kind of deep.
Not too deep—but just enough to make his stomach flip when you said his name.
Or how your hands were huge.
Not that he was paying attention to them. Not that he was imagining how they’d feel gripping his waist, holding his wrists, pinning him—
WAIT, BAD. BAD THOUGHT.
Zenitsu shook his head violently, slapping his own cheeks.
He was just tired. That was all. He needed to train more.
…But training wasn’t exactly helping.
Because lately, you were standing too damn close.
"Need help with your stance?" you murmured from behind him, your chest almost pressed to his back.
Zenitsu froze.
His entire body locked up as your hands brushed over his hips, adjusting him like it was nothing.
Like you weren’t completely ruining his life.
"I—I GOT IT!" he shrieked, flailing away from you like you were on fire. "THANKS, NO NEED TO TOUCH ME, I’M PERFECTLY FINE—!!"
You just blinked at him, amused. "Dude, chill."
Zenitsu was not chilling.
He was losing his fucking mind.
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It got worse.
He started having thoughts.
Thoughts like, "What if he pushed me against a wall?"
Or "What if he held me down?"
Or "What if I just… let him?"
"NOOOOOOO—!!!" Zenitsu bolted upright in bed, screaming into his pillow.
What the hell was that dream?!
WHY WAS IT KINDA GOOD?!!
He buried his face in his hands, rocking back and forth in despair.
"This isn’t happening," he whispered. "I love women. BIG BOOBS. SOFT HANDS. LONG HAIR."
…Your hair didn’t look like a womans, but it always looked kinda nice.
WAIT, NO, STOP—!!!
Zenitsu launched himself out of bed. He needed a distraction. Immediately.
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Zenitsu was determined to prove his 100% absolute heterosexuality.
Which is why, the next morning, he could be found on his knees in front of a random woman, gripping her hands, screaming into the sky.
"HELLO, BEAUTIFUL LADY! HAVE I MENTIONED I LOVE WOMEN?!"
The woman blinked. "…Are you okay?"
"I’M SO OKAY!" Zenitsu laughed, manic and desperate. "SO, SO, SO OKAY! WOMEN ARE BEAUTIFUL! GORGEOUS! PLEASE MARRY ME!"
You watched from a distance, arms crossed, fighting back a smirk.
"He’s been acting weird lately," Tanjiro mumbled beside you.
You chuckled. "Yeah. I noticed."
Zenitsu’s entire body stiffened.
Because your voice—your deep, amused, cocky voice—was right behind him.
He turned slowly, staring up at you with wide, panicked eyes.
"Yo," you grinned.
Zenitsu squeaked.
Just straight-up made a noise like a fucking chew toy and bolted in the opposite direction.
You laughed.
Because oh yeah.
You definitely knew what this was.
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Zenitsu’s back hit the wall, his breath coming in ragged, uneven pants.
His whole body was shaking, his hands gripping at nothing, his legs weak beneath him.
This was your fault.
You were too close.
You had him trapped, one hand flat against the wall beside his head, your strong, calloused fingers gripping his chin, forcing him to look up at you.
He tried to glare.
Tried to resist.
But his face was burning, his eyes were wide and panicked, his chest rising and falling way too fast.
This was wrong.
This was not supposed to happen.
"I—I don’t—” Zenitsu stammered, but his hips twitched forward, betraying him instantly.
You smirked. "Not like what?"
Your voice was too deep, too smooth, too much.
Zenitsu let out a sharp, shaky breath, his fingertips digging into the wall behind him.
"I—I'm not—"
He cut himself off, biting his lip hard, his eyes squeezing shut.
Because if he looked at you any longer, he was going to break.
And then—
You grabbed his chin, tilted his face up, and kissed him.
Zenitsu shattered.
A sharp, wrecked little noise escaped him, somewhere between a whimper and a gasp, his body going stiff—then melting completely.
His hands shot up to grip your shirt, his fingers fisting the fabric so tightly his knuckles turned white.
He didn’t pull away.
He couldn’t.
His whole body was burning, his mind spinning, his lips parting helplessly as you deepened the kiss, teasing, taking your time breaking him apart.
Zenitsu’s legs gave out.
You caught him instantly, one strong arm wrapping around his waist, keeping him pinned against you.
He hated how good it felt.
He hated how easily you overpowered him.
He hated that his dick was aching, twitching, throbbing, already soaked with precum—
But most of all?
He hated how much he loved it.
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Zenitsu didn’t remember how you got him to bed.
All he knew was that he was on his back, his clothes half-off, his skin burning, and your hands were on him.
Too much.
Too good.
Too overwhelming.
His breath was shaky, his legs spread open beneath you, his whole body trembling like a leaf. He should’ve been embarrassed—should’ve pushed you away, should’ve pretended he didn’t want this.
But when you dragged your palm up his inner thigh, tracing over sensitive, untouched skin, his whole body jerked violently, a shocked little whimper spilling from his lips.
His hands shot up to cover his mouth, his fingers pressing against his own lips as if that could stop the noises from escaping.
You smirked.
“Oh? You like that?”
Zenitsu furiously shook his head, eyes blown wide, face burning.
"NO—"
You hummed, dragging your fingers up his trembling stomach, stopping just at the waistband of his underwear.
"You sure?"
Zenitsu bit his lip hard, his whole body twitching in anticipation.
He could feel himself leaking, soaking the fabric, his thighs clenched but trembling, struggling to stay still.
He was too sensitive.
Too needy.
And when you finally hooked your fingers into his waistband and tugged his underwear down—
Zenitsu gasped, his breath catching, his dick twitching against his stomach.
Fuck.
He looked away immediately, his chest rising and falling way too fast.
He couldn’t do this.
He wasn’t supposed to like this.
Then your fingers wrapped around him, slow, teasing, barely applying any pressure.
And Zenitsu cried out.
A sharp, wrecked moan slipped past his lips, his hips jerking forward before he could stop himself.
"S-Shit—"
You chuckled. "You're shaking."
"Sh-Shut up," he whined, his voice cracking, his fingers digging into the sheets.
He was burning up.
He felt too hot, too exposed, too weak.
But it felt good.
Way too fucking good.
Your grip tightened just slightly, your thumb swiping over his leaking tip, and Zenitsu’s whole body twitched.
His breath hitched, a choked moan spilling out.
"I-I—oh fuck—"
You smirked. "Already close?"
"NO—" Zenitsu’s voice cracked, his cheeks burning.
He was not going to cum just from this.
He was not going to embarrass himself like that.
He was not going to—
You leaned down, dragged your tongue over his tip, and Zenitsu screamed.
His fingers fisted the sheets, his whole body seizing up, his dick twitching violently.
And then—
He broke.
"OH—OH FUCK—"
His back arched sharply, his hips bucking up, his breath stuttering, and then he let out a wrecked little sob, cumming way too fast, way too hard.
His chest heaved, his legs shaking, his body completely wrecked beneath you.
You pulled back slightly, grinning down at him.
"That fast?" your voice was low, amused, teasing. "Thought you had more stamina, Thunder Boy."
Zenitsu whined into his hands, his whole body trembling, his mind completely blank.
He should’ve been mortified.
But then—
Your hand wrapped around him again.
And Zenitsu twitched violently.
"H-Hah—w-wait, I just—"
Your grip tightened slightly, stroking him slow, teasing, letting him feel the overstimulation creep in.
Zenitsu gasped, his hips jerking forward weakly, his thighs trembling.
"You're still hard," you murmured, voice silky smooth. "Guess that wasn't enough for you, huh?"
Zenitsu let out a broken little noise, his nails digging into your arms.
He couldn’t handle this.
He was too sensitive.
Too fucking weak.
"B-Be gentle," he whispered, his voice tiny.
You smirked, kissing his heated skin.
"No."
Then you kept going.
And Zenitsu?
Zenitsu didn’t stand a chance.
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Zenitsu refused to let go of you.
His arms were wrapped around your waist, his face buried in your chest, his breath still shaky.
You smirked, running your fingers through his messy hair.
"You okay?"
Zenitsu huffed weakly, his fingers tightening their grip on you.
"I still like girls," he mumbled into your skin. "I just… really like you too."
You chuckled. "Oh yeah?"
Zenitsu whined. "Don’t make me say it again—!"
You grinned. "So you liked it?"
Zenitsu froze.
Then, with a mortified little whimper, he hid his face in your chest.
thinking about getting the most despicable, diabolical, therapy needing man pregnant.
the burdens of being the strongest being can be so exhausting. he almost wants to quit and settle down with someone who he can trust with his life. but he’s gone through too much and has accomplished so many things to get to where he is. he’s close to abandoning that dream altogether. that is… until he met you.
you were equally as ruthless and powerful. you willingly gave your all to protect him and stumble his enemies. you grew closer to him on a personal level, and soon enough he saw you as worthy enough for his love and to bear your child.
you hissed in both pain and pleasure when he scraped his finger nails against your back as you continued to pound into his used cunt. your mixed releases from previous rounds spilling out against his inner thighs every time you thrusted inside his warm tight walls. his moans raised in pitch every time the tip of your cock hit his special spot.
he begs for you to make him pregnant and to stay with him forever. his arms tighten around your shoulders when you swear that you would stay loyal to him and give him as many children as he wants. you didn’t expect your promises to make him gush slick. you pick up the pace when he cries out that he’s close. you aim to hit directly at his sweet spot harshly, you didn’t think he’d get any louder.
your breathing became harsh when you felt your lower abdomen grow hot, signaling that your orgasm was near. you muffle your moan by biting into your lover’s neck as you bottomed out. filling his overstuffed pussy to the brim, to the point where it started squirting out and dripping down your thighs and his ass.
his thighs that remained wrapped around your waist tighten to an almost dead grip, as if he was afraid of you suddenly pulling out. as if you’d ever do that. your cock remained buried inside his loose cunt until you’ve gotten flaccid. plugging him up with your hot seed. you thought he was finished until he suddenly flipped you onto your back and started furiously bouncing on your hardening cock.
he was determined to milk you dry until you gave him what he always dreamed of. you didn’t complain though, he looked attractive on top of you.
“not enough. i need more. i want your baby.” the way he spoke with unwavering determination would’ve scared anyone. thankfully you always wore red tinted glasses.
arlong, makarov, kenjaku, sukuna, homelander, shigaraki, dabi, muzan, dio, ur fav characters <3
Thinking about priest!Douma, who seems so pure and innocent, always friendly and helping you out. And it makes you want to ruin him.
Little do you know, he's aware of exactly what he's doing. He's been watching you for far longer than you have watched him, and he knows he just has to get you.
So Douma plays nice, always acting like the perfect, sinless priest. Whenever you see him in the church (he’s the only reason you go now) you can’t help but fantasize about all the absolutely filthy things you want to do to him.
Fuck him against the altar, make him scream his lords name as he grips the wood. Douma can practically tell what you’re thinking from the gleam in your eyes as you stare him down during his sermons. It makes his knees want to buckle.
But Douma can’t help but grow impatient as the weeks go by without any action from you. He knows you need him as he needs you, he’s made sure of it, so why won’t you just take him already?
Finally, the day comes after a few more weeks of Douma’s growing impatience. He’s turned around, cleaning up and getting ready to retreat to his quarters, thinking all the stragglers had left.
Your strong grip latches onto his slutty waist, one you had always longed to grab under his robes. He immediately realizes it’s you, arching into your touch. Douma isn’t even trying to hide that he’s a slut anymore, not now that he’s gotten just what he wanted. And he’s never going to let you go.
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.. ♡
KAEYA, CHILDE, dottore, kaveh, boothill, DOUMA, sunday, DAZAI, NIKOLAI, zhongli, HAWKS, wriothesley, alhaitham, dabi, dan heng, jing yuan, AVENTURINE, dr. ratio, your favs...
Akaza/hakuji and bondage… if you’re still willing… 😋
akaza isn’t just into bondage... he’s grounded by it.
his body was made for destruction: fists, violence, aggression. but when you tie him down gently, or not so gently his breath changes. it slows. his whole body tenses, then melts. restraint isn’t just sexy to him, it’s safety. it’s you saying,
“you don’t have to fight anymore. just feel.”
he’s so responsive to being held in place, arms above his head, legs spread open, collar tight around his throat, body twitching every time you move.
he’s not used to being vulnerable. and that’s what drives him crazy about it.
you pin him down, and he thanks you without speaking, just with his eyes, the way he whines through his teeth, the way he reaches for you even when he can’t move.
he’ll fight it at first not because he doesn’t want it, but because his instincts scream to stay in control. you tell him to lie back? he growls. you bind his wrists to the bedpost? he bites his lip so hard he almost bleeds.
but the second you straddle him, trace a finger down his chest, and say something like “you’re not going anywhere, pretty thing,”
he gives in.
not softly. completely.
he pulls at the restraints, not to escape but to feel you hold him tighter. he wants to struggle, just enough that you remind him who's in control.
he’s not a loud sub. he’s a physical one.
you won’t get constant moans, but his body tells you everything: the way his thighs tremble, the way he pants into your shoulder, the way he arches up into your touch like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.
but if you edge him while tied up? deny him over and over until he’s soaked in sweat, jaw clenched, begging in broken sentences?
you’ll hear him plead.
not just for release.... for you.
“please— i can’t— i need you— i need to feel you— i’ll be good— i’ll be good—” :(
and when you finally let him come, it’s overwhelming. his whole body spasms. he goes quiet. limp. wrecked.
he stays tied up longer than he needs to because part of him likes the feeling of being claimed.
once it’s over, he’s slow to speak. still panting. trembling a little.
he won’t admit how much it meant but he buries his face in your lap like he’s trying to hide the look in his eyes.
you undo the restraints, kiss the raw skin on his wrists, and he closes his eyes like he's never felt safer in his life. 💔
