prompt: ย "you know better then you canโt cum without my permission"
cw: drabble, dom reader, gn reader, phone sex, humiliation, whiny mitsuya
words: 303
1k event
"what are you doing now taka?" you heard the muffled gasps from behind the line. you knew perfectly well what he was doing. you just wanted to hear it.
mitsuya moaned as you could hear the sounds of his hand on his wet cock.
"(name)... you know what i do... don't make me say it."
you laughed loving listening with the difficulty in which mitsuya spoke when he was aroused. "say it, slut."
"mmnh... i'm t-touching myself, while listening to your voice."
"how smutty, taka..." you kept playing with him. telling him what to do. how he had to touch his cock. if he had to do it fast, or too slow. massage his dripping tip or squeeze his balls.
when you told mitsuya to slap his cock a little bit you clearly heard the man's slap and the loud moan.
"i told you to go gentle, you idiot..." you rolled your eyes. as you leaned back in the chair.
the muffled whimpers were all you could hear now. and you weren't complaining. it was all music to your ears. you loved listening to the voice mitsuya's moaning voice.
"do you really want me that bad? listen to how pathetic you sound now, you little pervert."
mitsuya started repeating "yes yes yes" many times.ย
"name! mhmm i'm so...- aahag! i'm cumming!"
"you know better then you can't cum without my permission."
the man whined on the other line. while he kept calling you and begging you to let him cum. you just said no, and kept touching his cock, over and over again, but he wouldn't cum.
It was annoying to hear him beg so much when he already knew the answer.
"fuck mitsuya. you asked for this, shut that filthy mouth of yours and hold on without cumming, or you'll see."
warning: part 2 of this post. just something small. dom reader. masturbating kinda. leg riding? degradation. mean reader. sir/ma'am is used once. aaa i didnt like how this turned out ๐ญ.
"is there something you want to tell me?" you raised a brow at the man in front of you. he places his hands in front of him, furrowing his brows.
you place your leg over the other, tilting your head to watch him closely. he gulps and squeezes his hands even tighter.
"what do you mean?" he sends you a wobbly smile. you return it in a sly manner. you made sure your office door was shut before turning your attention back to him.
"i know you touch yourself to me." naoto flinches, eyes wide. his lips part and a huff leaves him. "did you think i wouldn't find out?"
naoto's face heats up as he looks down, his shoulders tense.
what shocked you the most was that it was just a theory and now that he's practically admitted to it you couldn't help but laugh at him.
naoto's vision goes blurry, his eyes well up with tears from embarrassment. yet he doesn't understand how he could get hard at this situation. the painful throb in his pants reminds him to cover himself up.
"pervert." you were being a hypocrite. "you're actually getting hard from this?"
naoto's shoulders shake at your scoff and he bows his head even further.
you stand up, walking in front of your desk. "speak up, are you mute?"
"no, sir/ma'am..."
"(name)." naoto peaks at you through his hair. you lean against your desk and cross your arms. "call me (name)."
he can feels your eyes on his body, stopping at his burning, red ears. you cup his cheeks and rise his face up so he was looking at you properly.
his eyes are filled with tears and his expression is bashful, you can't help but coo at him. "am i making you uncomfortable?"
"no.. (n-name)."
"do you like this?" you look down at the bulge in his pants. were you too harsh..
"yes" he pants out, drool slips past his lips. he looks at you with wide, teary eyes. as if he was pleading, like a small puppy. "please! um, please help me.."
a smile grows on your face, this is what you've been dying to see. and that phone call alerted you to do something about it. even though you were reluctant to show how much you wanted him.
"yeah?" he nods. the strict and composed naoto was nowhere to be seen. you really want to see him at his breaking point. it would feel so relieving and satisfying, but you had to wait. "won't you get on your knees for me?"
he's breathing heavily as he sinks to the floor without another word. his palm pressing down on his bulge to relieve himself. you use your foot to remove his hands and lightly press down. naoto gasps loudly, quickly reaching out to grip your leg.
"keep your hands behind your back and keep quiet." naoto whimpers, obeying your words. "you wouldn't want to alert the others what we're doing, right?"
he bit his lip, resting his face against your thigh. a quiet whine leaves him when you move your leg so it was positioned under him.
"go on." you say. naoto tilts his head slightly in confusion. you press your leg against his bulge, urging him to rut against it. "be a good boy and follow orders, tachibana."
naoto frowns, the blush growing even more. you could feel the heat of his cheeks against your thigh. he tries to not be greedy. instead, focusing on his hard cock on your leg.
just like when he rode the pillow earlier, naoto rises his hips and makes contact with your leg. he struggles to keep in his moans, concealing them with short, and panted gasps
he quickly gets the hang of it. he throws his head back, biting his bottom lip.
"m-more," he stammers in a small voice. his hips buck up on your shin, pre-cum staining his pants. he whines when you don't respond back. he wants to take his pants off...
naoto removes his hand from behind him to wrap them around his stomach. you let it slid. it's cute to see him so desperate for attention. he looks up at you. his shaky hips continue to thrust on your leg. you reach down to swipe his sweaty bangs away from his eyes.
he whimpers your name, never telling you what he wants. you were giving all that you wanted to. and naoto was a little selfish;
"what is it?" blood sweeps down his lip, his teeth had sunken in to harsh.
"(name)! please.." you raise a brow in question. naoto looks away to press a lingering kiss to your inner thigh - "touch me.."
Since Wakasa looks bored pretty much all the time, I think I'd love trying to make him loose his cool in public.
Like imagine leaving lingering touches on his thigh, always inching closer while your other hand plays with the remote of the vibrator currently inside him. Slowly changing the settings so he keeps getting to the edge before being pulled back by you completely turning it off. He'd probably glare at you after a while, multiple of his orgasms denied by you at that point.
Thought: Draken, muzzled with his hands bound behind his back and your fingers hooking inside the muzzle bars to tilt his face up to look at you. His nipples stand pinched by a connected pair of chain clamps, cock and balls straining the bars of his metal cock cage <3
psst! im not actually back BUT i wanna celebrate your milestone bae!! congrats on hitting 1k ๐
if you dont mind me joining the event, i would like to request for hanemiya kazutora + #12 ;) please and thank you ehe
โข "look me in the eyes, darling." (#12)
warning: dom reader. gn reader. cock ring. kazu's probably in sub space. mentions of orgasm denial. crossdressing, just a skirt.
321 words.
1k event!
poor kazu', his body was shaking, eyes rolling back into his head. he gasps for air, pushing your hands away from him.
"you can't take anymore?" he takes a while to respond, still in a daze. the stimulation was too much for him and his small body. he repeatedly came without permission so now he can't come at all, the cock ring prevents him from doing so. "i thought you said you could?"
his legs struggle to hold him up, knee socks dropping to his ankles from his struggling. you coo at his sobs, wiping the tears from his face and hoist him up on the table. you made sure to fix his pretty blue skirt.
as soon you lie him down on the table, he brings his hands up to his face, covering himself. you feel sadden that he needs to hide himself. you caress his body, not minding the involuntary twitches. his body was so sensitive...
your warm hands wrap around his wrist, coaxing him to remove then from his face. kazutora shakes even more, feeling more vulnerable then ever.
"look me in the eyes, darling.." you whisper in a pleading manner. kazu's sobs settled down into erratic pants. his chest moves in and out as he puffs out little 'no's.
"come on, i want you to look at me.." you spot the way he peaks through his fingers, quickly hiding behind his palms once again. "..please?"
kazutora frowns, his long hair falling in front of his face, "if i do will i get to come?"
you chuckle at his question. that's all he could think about, it was adorable. "yes.. only if you behave, alright?"
kazutora slowly brings his hands down. he looked so fucked out... tears stains on his hot, red face along with drool, glossy eyes, bruised lips... you couldn't help but bring him into a slow kiss, tongue slipping into his mouth. kazutora whines into it, saliva dripping down his chin. once he pulls away to breath, he urges you to remove the cock ring.
"i promise i'll be good!!" "please, pl- hiccup please!"
oooh this event is so cool, that's amazing es๐ฉ how about #18 with a sensitive hakkai and teasing reader <3
โข "please don't stare." (#18)
warning: dom reader. gender neutral. fuck i forgot the term but nude photographs? idk. voyeurism. slight impact play. just a little spank. model hakkai, timeskip obviously.
407 words.
1k event!
click! goes the camera.
hakkai bites his lip. the model was used to being photographed, he was a model! but, it felt different when you're the one behind the camera. plus, he's naked, what is suppose to do?!
hakkai stares into the camera lens, pulling a desperate expression.
your breath hitches, pausing. "that's a cute expression, shiba."
he nods hesitantly and smiles shyly at you- er, well the camera. his shoulders shake and he curls into himself.
"why are you trying to cover yourself up?" you chuckle, taking the picture. these are gonna be kept safe and sound. "there's nothing i haven't seen before?"
hakkai nods a little more confident now. you instruct him to lay on the sheets, his wrists pinned down beside his head. his bottom lip juts out a little, pouting at the camera. you bite the inside of your cheek.
it's unprofessional... you remind yourself. you've been ignoring his raging hard on for the past 30 minutes, its not hard to ignore your own desires, (name).
hakkai grunts a little. it makes you jump, as everything was silent for a while. "...hey, maybe touching me will give a sexier illusion...?"
"yea?" you nod hesitantly, mouth drying up. you place your sweaty hands on his hip. he shivers. "is- is this okay?"
he lets out a breathy "mhm! its perfect."
you take the picture, hovering over him as your finger wrap around his wrists, pinning them above his head. hakkai moans lightly, your comforting scent, heavy pants, hesitant touches... it's all he can focus on.
you lift his legs up, telling him to hold onto them, he followed what you said. you have an awe expression your face as you look through the lense. he hides his face, "please don't stare.."
you use two fingers to spread his hole, causing him to let out a startled moan. he brings a hand down to hold onto your wrist, trying to recover from his embarrassment.
you place the camera down, using your now free hands to grope at his ass, running you hand against his smooth skin, bringing it down to spank him. hakkai jumps, eyes widening at the impact. suddenly white strings spurt out as if it was a natural reaction to getting spanked!
he tenses up before going limp, broken moans coming from him. "w-what about the... p-photo shoot?"
you gasp in shock. that has never happened before... "how about we have some fun?"
warning โ sub character. gender neutral. pillow riding. dry orgasm.
โฟ disclaimer โ I only write for characters 18+. if you don't like my content, please block me.
part 2.
you were his chief in command. it was your job to correct his mistakes, look after him. but your words.. they can sometimes be humiliating, even more when his pants tighten as he thinks them over in bed.
naoto has a stern face and personality. no one would think he'd like to be degraded so badly. not even him. it's as if you spotted it and kept humiliating him.
naoto covers his face with his hands, groaning loudly. he was annoyed by himself. even more now that he placed a pillow between his legs to.. do something! he wants something to happen. anything.
should he call you? naoto sat still, before he violently shook his head. no, he'll be wasting your time. all because he wanted something to happen.
he squeezes the pillow between his thighs, taking his hands off his face and placing them on his stomach. butterflies swirl all inside him. he wasn't nervous, it was more of an.. aroused feeling.
"use your words, tachibana." you would say, looking down to him. is he really going to use you as his material to get off? how would he even face you..
naoto presses his lips in a thin line, before he bites his bottom lip, playing with the hem of his shirt.
he lowers his head, staring at the bulge in his boxers. it hurts. he knows if you were with him, you'd make him tell you where exactly. his cheeks flush at the thought.
naoto gave an experimental thrust, he frowns when he doesn't get the exact feeling he wanted it to be, but it'll work.
it was much harder than it seemed. naoto tilts his hips, finding a good angle. nothing at first, then a few more times and he hits it. naoto mewls, delighted. he shyly grips on the pillow as it grazes against his skin, the fabric teasing him.
he lowered himself down onto the pillow and started rocking his hips. the pleasure was quick to hit him. though even if you just give him a little touch to him, it'll gets him hard.
naoto rocks his hips in a circular motion, up and down, foward, anyway that helps him get off.
he kept his eyes locked onto his shaky hands, giving small thrusts. it doesn't take long until he becomes needy and he's rutting and pushing himself into the pillow.
it feels so, so, so good!
he hopes nothing breaks him from the feeling.
...
his phone rings.
naoto cries out in frustration. he can't get a break, can he? he slows down, hips bucking up as the coil in his tummy disappears.
his heart stop when he see your name pop up, he's quick to reach for his phone and answer the call, putting you on speaker.
he answers with a shaky โ 'hello'
"did you finish the report like i asked you to?" naoto bites his lip. his hips began to shake, edging him to continue. and so he does.
"y-yes, i placed it onโ" he gulps, voice pitching up, "on your desk!"
"good job." your words had him rocking on the pillow much faster. "I called to remind you of the meetingโ"
naoto's body felt as if it was on fire. he arches his back, gritting his teeth. he tries to hold back his moans.
"are you okay? you sound out of breath.." you voice rings from his phone. he gasps, nodding, before he realizes you can't even see him.
"mhm," his voice is light and airy, hand slipping beneath his shirt to glide across his chest, fingers squeezing his nipples until they harden under his touch. "i wasโ was running.."
his voice is slightly muffled. if you heard any of the whimpers that escaped him you never said anything. in fact, you seemed less.. talkative at the moment.
"..alright, i'll be waiting for you..." there's a pause before your line was disconnected.
naoto looks at your contact name through teary eyes, his hair falls over his eyes, sticking to his forehead.
his cock twitches inside his boxers. the swirling in his stomach tightens.
naoto whines, his body tensing up. oh no, he can't hold it back! naoto gasps for air. leaning forward to angle his hips down to rub against the perfect spot. "ah, i'mโ m'cumming!"
his hands shoot out to grip onto his bed sheets. his mouth gaping as drool slipped past his lips. with a weak thrust, naoto's body curled inwards, a violent shiver running down his back. did he cum?
nothing came out..
naoto freaks out for a bit. nothing came out!? it was his first dry orgasm!
naoto pants loudy, trying to regain awareness of where he was, what happened. it was too intense. can he go for even more? he's heard about it before...
naoto tests it out, circling his hips. he repeatedly whimpers, picking up his trembling body immediately. "ah ah!!"
"too much.." he shakes his head, sniffing and rubbing his eyes. how he wished you were around to help him out. maybe force him to go another round, even though the stimulation was too, too, too much for naoto. or maybe just hug him and take a bath with him...
