#sub nagumo

[616ioi]

this as nagumo.. sub!nagumo begging and whimpering for mommy to please let him finish!! hes such a good boy, isnt he? yes, slap him some more yess ..

Yes. It isn't a matter of being a masochist or having tendencies, it's a matter of pulling himself back together. To test himself.

Yet his fight or flight response does not cooperate even when goosebumps run down his body and his hair stands on end. His muscle memory failed him the second you raised your palm.

Slap me, slap me, slapslap-

And it's not even his face that you slap, but his leaking cock ♡

He flinches, almost as if he didn't expect it, arching into you.

Much to his embarrassment (enjoyment), a wet, moist sound enters his eardrums the second your fingers graze the head of his cock.

It's a light and quick motion, it doesn't make him cry but it does leave a red print in its wake. You watch the deep heaving of his chest as Nagumo withers in your lap, head slowly leaning down to the space between your neck and shoulder, his sweaty forehead meets your warm skin, it brings him a sort of comfort that teases him for more.

He sighs, a pitch high and whiny. "Ahnnn, [name]..."

You smile cruelly at his defeat, caressing his trembling inner thighs, his legs close shut with sensitivity before he opens them when he's ready.

"Do it again, nghh," he huffs in hot air, "my cock is all yours."

[xifere]

18+ | just thought of vampire!reader and sub!nagumo | biting n blood

Something was off about you from the moment he met you. He could never put his finger on it, as if you were already aware he was onto you, but you didn’t let anything slip by.

But he never missed how your eyes trailed from his lips to his jaw, gaze steady when it rested near his jugular. How your eyes lingered for just a half-second longer than at his other features, before you swiftly returned your eyes to his dark ones.

You hid your fangs well, but just once you licked his finger jokingly, sharp canines grazing against his tattooed knuckles before you realized any further would tempt you too much.

It kept him on his toes. Was he simply a blood bag you were keeping around, or was there something more behind your hesitancy?

What he couldn’t deny was his interest—what would it feel like to have your fangs piercing through his flesh? Is it as sedative as they say? How much could he take before he passed out? How would his blood compare to the others you’ve drunk from? Why haven’t you tried his blood yet?

How could he make you lose control? Putting his life on the line purely for his curiosity wasn’t anything new, but he was starting to think his interest was growing into something else. Surely, he wouldn’t be aroused if he was bitten by you…

So can you imagine the euphoria he felt when you succumbed to your desire, gripping his waist as he bared his neck for you, finally—finally, your fangs were sinking themselves deep, the sharp pain accompanied by a rush of dopamine, heat spreading through his veins like a wildfire. Blood trickled from the wound, staining his white t-shirt.

He was all but whimpering, his breathing suddenly ragged, small noises abruptly leaving his mouth each second. Even as his knees began to grow weak, he couldn’t see himself asking you to stop, not when he realized his dick actually enjoyed this. The ache overshadowed any rational thoughts, his mind only thinking of succumbing to your touch.

“Don’t stop…” he mumbled. “And don’t think of drinking—hah—anyone else’s blood—mmngh—besides mine…”

[kazuyorulvr]

[TAGS; sub!nagumo, cock ring, degrading,praise...idk what else]

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His wrists were bound above his head, tied to the headboard where he couldn’t pull free no matter how hard he strained. The cockring sat snug around him, every twitch and pulse making him whimper louder as if even his own body was betraying him.

“I haven’t even given you permission to move yet.” Your voice cut through his ragged breathing, and Nagumo’s hips jerked up as if begging for mercy.

“I’m not–” he started, sharp-tongued like always, but the way his voice cracked killed whatever smugness he was trying to keep. He bit down on a groan when you wrapped your hand around him, stroking just enough to make his thighs tremble.

“Not what? stop whining like some pathetic slut?”. That word had him arching. His face twisted like he hated how much it got to him, but the shiver running down his chest gave him away. His cock twitched violently against the band, and he yanked against the restraints until his wrists burned.

“Fuckplease, let me–” He gasped, words tumbling out faster, losing that smugness in a mess of begging. “I’ll do whatever, just don’t stop—”

Your hand stilled instantly, and his breath hitched. His hips thrust uselessly at air, cock twitching and leaking, the ring keeping him right on the brink but refusing to let him tip over.

“You’ll do whatever?” you asked, leaning close until your lips brushed his ear. “You think I don’t already know that? You’re mine to ruin, Nagumo.” He shuddered, eyes glassy as he turned his face toward you, so needy it almost hurt to look at him.

“You’re so easy to break. All I have to do is touch you a little and you’re begging like a bitch in heat. That’s all you are right now, my messy, slutty little toy.”

“Fuck, fuck, I am—” His voice cracked again, nodding his head fast,sobbing when you gave a rough pump, the ring keeping him trapped in that unbearable high. “I’m your slut, just let me cum pleasepleaseplease”

You stroked him again, slower this time, dragging it out while his body writhed against the sheets. His thighs trembled, stomach tight, cock angry red and dripping all over your fingers.

“That’s it. That’s what I want to hear. You’re perfect like this, completely ruined and begging for me.”

Nagumo’s head tipped back, mouth open as if he couldn’t even form words anymore. He was all need now, stripped down to raw desperation, the cocky edge gone. He wanted it too bad, wanted you too bad, and all he could do was take what you gave him, bound, helpless and ruined.

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