ok so i know him better than you and imagine putting him through the CRAZIEST sexual torture like sounding when he’s been edged to the point he’s crying so he’s extra squirmy😢
his thighs shaking when you tap on the metal rod nestled in his cock, back arching as he begs you to take pity on him, that he’ll be so good and let you do whatever if you just let him cum already.
you almost feel bad, seeing the big strong colonel twitching with any little touch, the way his lip quivers when you laugh at his desperate moans. caleb’s right where he wants to be though. you and him both know he could break out of his restraints at any time, flip the roles and fuck you till you couldn’t move. he likes giving up control though, likes watching how you slap his cock when he tries to buck his hips into your tight fist.
when you finally start jerking him off again, watching how the thin metal rod slowly begins to move back up and out of his urethra, caleb’s cries only become louder.
“b-baby it hurts, feels weird”
he’s so whiney, it almost annoys you, prompting you to jerk his aching cock harder, precum starting to leak. you watch with bated breath as he nearly screams when the sounding rod hits the floor, his cock twitching as cum shoots out of it against his chest, a steady stream of clear liquid following after. you never stop stroking him through it, listening intently to the way his moans of pleasure morph into pain.
characters: kokonoi, inupi (inui), kakucho, ran, rindou x domme! reader
cw / tw: piss kink, omorashi, urophilia, heel fucking (?), insertion, sounding, dubcon, mindbreak (?), objectification, pain play, electro stimulation, humiliation, harem/group sex (?), nylons, suffocation, tentacles, monsterfucking, teratophilia, blindfolding, choking, asphyxiation (I’ll mention them again for each character)
a/n: I’m sick in the head, this is all just fiction don’t come for me, consent would be talked about previously (not seen or mentioned here), very ooc, please please read the tw’s, also these are all so inconsistent and different lengths again yeehaw my bad ig, also blue and six…. look away sorry if it’s a little underwhelming
working with numbers all day gets so boring after a few years
budget this, client’s invoice that
so it’s not unusual for koko to lean back in his big office chair and let his mind wander to you
he’s about to get up from his desk, having to go to the bathroom
but then you’d walk in, all dressed up and smiling at him
the locking of the door doesn’t go unnoticed by him
you get closer, walking around his big desk
koko wants to get up and greet you, but you push him back down into his chair
shoving away his keyboard and papers you hop onto the desk
bringing down your heeled foot in between his legs, making koko flinch back
you nearly hit his dick just now
but you don’t care as you start talking
“you must have been super pent up koko… not seeing me for 2 weeks… did you touch yourself?”
Koko gulps “no ma’am.”
“tell me then. What did you do today?”
He racks his brain trying to remember what his job even is through the lustful haze
What did he do?
His brows furrow as his thoughts get interrupted by the pain coursing through his body
He’s sweating
The pressure in his stomach is building
Why did he have to drink so much water today? And he can’t seem to think
Well today we got a new employee and I went to greet them and- hnng and then I had to look at our annual budget haah please y/n I-“
“y/n?”
“please ma’am I can’t focus, it’s too- hng much”
“can’t even form a coherent thought? Only think with this useless dick, huh?” you say
grinding the toe box of your shoe down harsher, aware of the pain it causes him but you wouldn’t care
relishing in the desperate pathetic look in his eyes
you’re making koko squirm in his seat
He of course get’s hard, you look so intimidating and in control
Sitting on his desk with your foot on his throbbing dick
He’d get more desperate as you press harder and harder, grabbing onto your leg
“ngh… wait…. Ma’am please wait! I drank- I drank a lot of water”
“mm.. poor baby wants to go to the bathroom instead of being with me?” you inspect a strand of hair in between your fingers, suddenly disinterested in the situation
“no! hnngg- please I have to go real bad”
You’d sneer down at him with a “you’re so disgusting. Getting hard when you have to go take a piss. Should I walk you to the bathroom like a dog so you can lift your leg like one too?”
followed by a stern “I don’t get how that’s my problem? If you want to make a mess in your big important office, where everyone can hear? Go right ahead, baby”
his desperation would reach its limit when he imagines not only his assistant but his coworkers and business partners hearing him get stomped on and peeing all over himself at work
The grip on your leg would tighten as he starts grinding up into your foot, letting out a lot of desperate and pathetic whines
Tears pricking in his eyes as you evilly smile down at his pathetic state
He’d feel the pressure build-up in his stomach, threatening to snap at any moment now
“I changed my mind. If you make a mess in public I will punish you, so keep that in mind.” You’d comment, pulling another desperate cry from koko
You’d be so mean and unfair, changing the rules as you desire and playing with him
But it’s too late, and he’d let go
Unable or unwilling to stop it, the liquid dripping down into the chair and onto the floor
soiling his expensive clothes, and ruining the carpet underneath
You pull your foot back an excited look on your face as you’d watch his expressions
Tears are streaming down his face as his hips twitch every now and then
Hands grabbing onto your legs so hard, creating dips in the skin
Pathetic sobs leaving his mouth as he mumbles something about “I’m disgusting…”
You wouldn’t tear your eyes from him, instead you grab onto his hair pull-
his assistant pops their head into his office with a “sir? your meeting with the new client is going to start in 10 minutes”
koko flushes a deep red as he gets pulled into reality, waving his assitant away with one hand
covering his erection with the other
inupi
sounding, heel fucking (?), insertion exhibition, dacryphilia, pain play (?)
draken didn’t come into the bike shop today
in fact not even a lot of clients came in aswell
leaving inupi to his own devices
having no one to talk with, he starts talking in his head, pretending you’re there with him
you’d sit on a chair nearby, watching him work
(cooing at how cool and strong your boyfriend is)
Inupi is just glad to have you there, “unaware” of the ever growing tension
He just likes when you take the initiative
You’d eye him like some kind of prey
It makes inupis heart skip a beat
He hears the clicking of heels on the floor and instinctively leans back
Falling straight into your plush thighs
You wrap your hands around his throat gently as you tilt his head up
A gentle smile spreads across his face automatically
But it quickly fades when you school your expression into a neutral one
“ugh this is boring.”
You step back, making inui lose his balance as he falls back onto the floor
You giggle as you walk over to your bag
For some reason inui knows he should stay on the floor
He tilts his head back, watching you bent over, rummaging through your bag
You return with a bunch of rods, seemingly made of silicone and some look like steel?
In the other hand a big bottle of lube
Inui gulps
“let’s do something super fun, okay?” you grin at him, clearly excited
And he can only nod, dick already stirring in his pants
One look makes him also immediately unzip his pants, dragging his overall down far enough so you can pull his dick out
Using a generous amount of lube you stroke his dick, wanting him to get just a little harder
He tries to hold still, but your hands always feel so good
His breathing is shallow as you prepare a steel rod
hissing when you’d press it into his urethra, letting go once it’s inside and watching his dribbling hole take it in further
inupi wants to grip his dick so bad, but instead digs his fingers into his thighs
you’d yank the steel rod out, just to replace it with a silicone one
and once you hit inupis bladder, he grabs onto your wrists
“please wait, you’re way too de-eep!”
he yelps when you click your tongue st him and look off to the side with an upset glare
“tch… so you want to demand things now?”
you get up and grab your chair, throwing it down on the floor uncaring of the loud noise it made
leaning down, you grab inui by the ankles and pull him towards you
“if nothing pleases you then make do with my heel, mutt.”
he’s trembling, hidden excitement coursing through his veins
with shaky hands he aligns his dick with your heel, slowly working it into his urethra
and it fucking stings
it doesn’t take long until tears are running down his face, also partly due to frustration
his eyes widen in disbelief when you grab onto the armrests and shove-
“inupi sorry for being late I was- oh my god are you alright?” draken interrupts with a concerned look on his face
finding a trembling inupi, broken wrench in hand
he lets go of the wrench and hides his face in his knees
kakucho
electro stimulation, dubcon, mind break (?), objectification
“no further questions? alright that concludes this meeting”
kakucho watches everyone leave the big fancy meeting room
he leans back, closing his eyes, wishing he was back home with you
“mmm does that hurt?” you’d say leaning over his trembling form
and before kakucho can open his mouth, another shock runs through his body
muscles tensing up instantly, straining against the stimulation
you plastered the patches all over, arms, stomach and chest
a sounding rod tied to him
sending the shocks straight into his prostate
kakucho doesn’t know how long you’ve been using him
he sees the sweat droplets fall from his nose onto the floor underneath
“I know… I know you weren’t trying to answer just now. I won’t warn you again.” you sneered down at him
your legs are propped onto his back
today he’s your trusty footstool, trying not to fall to the floor while you watch TV
toying with his body nonchalantly
kakuchos arms would be trembling
struggling to hold himself up after so long
orgasm after orgasms running through him
trying to keep as still as possible
he debates on asking you for mercy and to stop
he can’t take it anymore
but he obviously can, not using his safeword in the slightest
“kakucho… I’m gonna fry your brain.” you start to explain
“I’ll make you lose your sanity” you remove your feet from his back
you press your heel into his sides and kick him down
kakucho gives in super easily, too fuckef out to even think
he can’t stop his dick from dribbling out cum into the floor
he falls with a slight thud, nearly too weak to move
but he wants to know what you look like right now
were you staring down at him with a disgusted face?
kakucho shivers at that, heat pooling in his tummy
and he dares to look up, coming face to face with your disappointed gaze
and so you turn up the device in your hand and-
“what are you still doing here?” a tired looking mikey stands in the doorway of the room
kakucho’s eyes shoot open, scrambling to find an explanation and before he can mikey scoffs and leaves the meeting room
kakucho prays he won’t make him stand up now, erection throbbing under the table
Are you into sounding? Like those sounding rods that you can insert in a guy's dick.
yes. Yes. YES.
DUDEEEEEEEEE LIKE
Not enough people are into sounding and it's devastating because you can LITERALLY reach the prostate through the rods and imagine how crazy it would make him go. Plus tie him up, gag him and put a spreader bar on him while making him stare at the rod going deep into his dick hole. FUCK
What about crybaby Art with daddy Patrick sounding his cock....he selects the thinnest road in the kit he barely needs any lube cause his sweet boy's eyes aren't the only part of him that's wet.
Art's shaking and whimpering as Patrick dips the steel into the tip of his cock. The hot lick of raw pain and pleasure brings on a fresh wave of sobs. Patrick shushes him sweetly tells him to be a good boy for daddy...
Ouuughhhh moaned a bit.....
Poor Art is sooo nervous but he trusts Pat so much :(( Makes the most pathetic, choked out noises as Pat guides it in. He's trying not to squirm too much but he's clawing onto Patrick's arm. He sounds soooo needy— all, "F-fuck, Pat— ah!— fuck, fuck— ngh— stop, stop, ah!"
Patrick's fucking grinning too. "You're so loud, Art. Just take it like a good boy and shut up about it." He licks at Art's ear, makes him shudder and whine and cant his hips up, which sets off another round of pathetic moans. He can see the wet track of tears slipping down his face, his pretty open mouth panting as the rod sinks deeper. "That's it, Art— you can cry if you want, I've got you."
i am presenting now my formal petition for you to please share your thoughts 🤲🤲
okay bae i gotchu !!! ALSO PLEASE DONT USE THIS AS SEX ED I AM NOT KNOWLEDGABLE AT ALL IM JUST WRITING WHAT I KNOW AND MAKING IT SEXY PLEASE DONT DO THIS WITHOUT RESEARCH I BEG
anyways
so suna’s very open minded, especially when it comes to kinks, meaning he’s pretty much either tried nearly everything, or has thought about trying. but when you bring up sounding and send him a video, he just looks at you blankly with slightly furrowed brows and goes, “that looks uncomfortable.”
but shit, he wouldn’t be suna rintarō if he didn’t at least try it. so eventually, he finds himself with his legs spread wide on the bed to accommodate you sitting in between them. you haven’t tied his wrists down or anything of the sort, but they’ve already begun fisting the sheets tightly. you’re sitting cross legged, knees resting on his thighs, and in your gloved hands is a sound. it’s pretty thin actually, a short metal rod glistening with lube. when you bring it closer, the hand free of the sound reaching to grasp his stiff cock, he inhales sharply, hands squeezing the bedsheets again and knees twitching and lifting slightly.
“you okay?” you ask, pulling your hands back.
suna breathes easier, and a second, two, three, four pass, before he exhales deeply. “okay,” he decides. “i’m okay.”
“okay?” you ask again, reaching out for his dick again, but a lot more cautiously and slowly. he’s nodding, mumbling yeah, yeah, yeah, as you squeeze his cock, stroke it slightly, thumbing at the slit. “you know the word if you want me to stop, mhm?”
he nods again, eyes squeezing shut tightly, turning his head when he feels the cold metal against the tip of his dick. it edges closer, closer, closer to the slit, before slowly, ever so slowly, you push in. he inhales again, breath catching in his throat as you push the sound in deeper, your hand around his cock stabilizing it completely. he can vaguely hear praises fall from your lips, something about how good he is for you, about how pretty his cock is, about how pretty he is, but his heart is pounding, racing and beating unbearably fast. he can hear it so loud in his ears as he holds his breath, continues to, until all of a sudden, the pressure of your fist around him disappears.
when he opens his eyes and looks down, he finds the metal rod completely disappeared, except for the hook at the top preventing it from sinking in completely. (he doesn’t think he would’ve agreed to this without that merciful hook).
at the sight, he finally, finally breathes again.
“it’s all in,” you say cheerfully say, smiling proudly up at him. suna realizes just how breathless he is then, how sticky his skin is from sweat, how heated he feels. he’s dizzy, almost, and the feel of the sound inside of him is so foreign, so weird, so present. but something about it— something about it is so satisfying? “look at you,” you continue, awe and fascination evident in your voice. “you’re a sight for sore eyes.”
this is stupid, suna thinks. it’s stupid how dumb it’s making him. his chest feels so light, but his muscles heavy, incredibly tense. he’s sweating awfully, skin heated and flushed, but if only he could see himself. could see the way his hair hangs over his eyes, his hazy, cloudy eyes, or the way his cheeks are flushed, his lips are parted, pink and pretty, the way his chest is pink and his nipples have hardened, or the way his abs are glistening and so, so tense. and his dick— holy hell, his cock. the veins along his darkened shaft are protruding, his balls tight and stiff. the tip is red, dripping lube from where the sound entered and oozed.
he really is a sight for sore eyes, especially when you reach for the hook of the sound and pull. he gasps, doubling forward and pulling at the sheets. struggling to compose himself, he pants desperately, thighs shaking as he attempts to keep them still. you’re pulling and pulling and pulling, and when the pressure from within his dick disappears, only remaining at the tip, you push in again, and his head flies back, mouth tight lipped as he moans and groans and sobs.
it’s overwhelming, so fucking overwhelming. it’s such a weird feeling, the sound touching him in places he‘s never been touched before, he never should be touched, but it’s good. it’s good, it’s good, it’s good. he’s still trembling, toes curling and knuckles whitening.
