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Manato whined as his hips bucked up, your hand gripping one of his thighs as your nails dig into it, your other hand is holding the vibrator that is torturing his dick right now.

He can't help himself when the tears start streaming down his face, you've been going at this for at least an hour and his dick is so spent yet still so hard. His thighs are slick from his own cum, yours are stained as well but that seems to only spur you on more as you press the vibrator down on his tip even harder— making him cry out your name and writhe on your lap. Which does hurt a bit, he's huge, but the only thing you care about is how his ears are flat, his tail is wrapped around your waist, his nose and lips are puffy from crying, his dick twitching and throbbing because—

"S-sensitive....so— fuck!"

Manato whines as his dick throbs once more and his 5th orgasm hits him like a truck, his cum spurting out of his tip in ropes as he soaks his thighs even more, your voice is hazy and his ears keep twitching but he can't really hear much.

He gasps when you dig your nails in his scalp and pull on his hair to ground him, his tear filled eyes looking at you with such a pathetic expression your own sex throbs in your pants,

"C'mon big guy, one more, and I'll let you fuck me, promise."

Manato can only tighten his tail around your waist and nod wearily as his dick hardens at the thought of being inside you, nights like this were never short with you.

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NOW PLAYING: ❝BEGGIN', BEGGIN' YOU❞ Featuring: Hugo Vlad

Summary: Nothing is more satisfying than seeing Hugo without his facade. Warnings: gender-neutral + dom reader (use of "cock" can be interpreted as an actual dick or a strap-on), bottom + sub Hugo, anal sex, begging, slight humiliation, edging, slight praise

Word Count: 1.0k+

Hugo is usually a composed man; he hardly allows himself to show anything deeper beyond the mask he wears. Hardly allows himself to feel anything beyond what he thinks he should feel.

So seeing such composure shattered into a mess, brings you much satisfaction.

Hugo squirms beneath you, hands desperately grasping at the sheets, fingers digging in so hard you think he might tear them from how tightly he’s gripping them. But that’s good. It means he’s enjoying the pleasure he’s feeling, letting himself be consumed by it.

His cries are sweet music to your ears as you continuously thrust into him, driving into that sweet spot inside of him that sends waves of pleasure throughout his body. Tears glisten along his lashes and fall freely from his eyes as the pleasure electrifying his veins continues to eat away at him, building up like a coil winding up.

You can tell he’s close but he won’t beg. No, he’s above that. And nothing in this world is worth begging for.

But you’re determined to have him beg—break even further.

So you slow down your thrusts into a slow and deep pace, watch as Hugo immediately whines at the pleasure ebbing away. Muted teal blue and crimson red made more vivid by tears meet your gaze and you simply smile.

“Beg.”

Immediately, Hugo wants to say he won’t—that if you won’t finish the job, he’ll simply finish it himself even if it means he’ll be left aching and still hard by then.

But he knows you’re patient; you’ll play the waiting game for as long as it takes until someone breaks.

And you’re determined for it to be him.

You lean in, making sure to slam your hips against his, pressing the tip of your cock against his prostate and keeping it there, a reminder that he could have what he wanted…

If he just begged.

“Well?” you prompt, a hand reaching for his cock.

He hisses when your hand closes around it, whimpers and moans when you begin to stroke up and down at a leisurely pace. All the while, you still have that smile on your face—one that might be mistaken for innocence with how gentle it appears, but he knows it’s nothing but sadistic.

And it bleeds through as you build him up to the top again, only to stop when he’s about to fall. He whines at the loss, a few more tears slipping from his eyes as he grits his teeth. There’s a part of him screaming for him to beg, to stop being so damn proud. But his lips remain sealed, words locked in his throat.

“Not going to beg?” you goad, thumb moving to press at his now incredibly sensitive tip, humming as you watch him arch off the bed from the action, a whimper escaping his lips.

Somewhere deep in the back of his mind, he manages to string together the coherent thought of paying you back for torturing him like this. Perhaps he’ll make it twofold, just to show you how sadistic he can really get too.

Another press of your thumb to his tip, swiping over his slit leaking with precum, brings him out of his head. He cries out, gripping at the sheets like they’ll save him as he squirms under your touch. He feels like he’s going to explode from this push and pull; the hazy fuzz stuffing his head is becoming unbearable.

“Please…” he shudders out.

His pride be damned, this will be the one thing he’ll beg for because if he doesn’t get to cum now, he’s never going to and making himself cum will only be a frustrating process at this point.

But you’re not you without still fucking with him.

“What did you say?” you ask, oh-so innocently like you didn’t hear him at all.

There’s a voice inside of his head screaming, his face becoming even more flushed that you’re forcing him to repeat himself. Sadist.

“Please…” he forces the word out louder, voice almost breaking on it.

“Please what?~”

He feels something snap inside of him.

“Please let me cum, please!”

Your smile immediately transforms into a satisfied grin and you lean forward to place a gentle kiss on his lips, a jarring contrast to the way you’ve been treating him so far.

“Good boy.”

You don’t give Hugo any chance to respond before you’re thrusting in and out of him again, immediately setting a brutal pace while your hand once again leisurely works at his aching dick. He cries out, writhing from the sudden onslaught of pleasure forced upon him. With how sensitive he is, it doesn’t take him long to reach the edge again, and with a particular hard thrust, he cries out as he cums. White paints his abdomen as his back lifts off the bed, legs shaking as you keep fucking him through his orgasm. Tears fall without restraint as he scrabbles to get away, the sensitivity now at an acutely overwhelming point.

“E-Enough!”

You slow down to a still, admiring the sight before you: Hugo panting as he calms down from his climax, the sheen of sweat coating his pale lean frame, body twitching from the lingering pleasure, locks of his light golden hair plastered to his tear-stained face and messily strewn beneath him.

Hugo without a mask to hide behind.

You slowly pull out of him, earning you a soft whimper as you do. You gently rub circles into his skin as he continues calming down, erratic breaths slowly evening out.

“How are you feeling?” you ask, this time with no trace of sadism in your features and voice.

Hugo blinks as his head slowly clears, the question taking a moment to register and process. “I feel like I’ve been pulled apart, punched, and then put back together again.”

You chuckle at his answer, leaning forward to give him another kiss on the lips, one that he returns this time.

“You did so well for me,” you praise against his lips, pulling back to watch his face flush once more, ears twitching. He looks away before closing his eyes and clearing his throat.

“Well, it’s only fair that I put on the best performance for my beloved.”

Ah, there’s his usual spark again.

You roll your eyes before reaching over to the bedside table for tissues to clean him up. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up and then we can cuddle before sleeping.”

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manato may be massive but the agility in his attack movements tells me that he would 100% fuck hard and fast when you ask him to. big, hulking mass of muscles mounting you from behind, low growls turning into higher pitched whines as he ruts deeper, just a few thrusts and an encouragement away from cumming. lets out the most endearing whimper when you praise him for making you feel so good and collapses halfway onto you from behind as he floods your tight heat with obscenely thick and copious amount of cum.

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No thoughts. Just Komano Manato in my head all day long until his drip marketing is revealed ❤️

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Komano Manato x Reader

Contents: Komano Manato x gn reader. Not proof read, we die like men out here. Just pure horny ramble. I don't even play the game bro but that doesn't matter and I need this man rn. Enjoy y'alls smut.

18+, MDNI, NSFW under the cut

Komano Manato was a tower of a man, sturdy with a chest comparable to a barrel and strong arms to match. One big hand fanned itself on your lower back, keeping you on your knees while the other held your head down into the soft pillows.

Ass up and proper, the slapping sound of skin against skin was a distant rhythm to your buzzing ears as you were made to see stars behind your eyelids.

“That’s it.. you love me taking you like this, hm?” his voice filled with gravel as he leaned toward your ear, only receiving a cry in response that made the edges of his lips twitch in a smirk. He hummed in satisfaction when your walls twitched, squeezing him, fluttering so prettily around him he couldn’t resist the urge to push harder, deeper into you.

“Sing for me, pretty bird” he coos, pressing his hips flush against your ass and lingering like that for a moment too long, letting you feel how deep he was inside you, twitching and eager. “Let me hear you beg for it” His thrust only resumed after hearing your desperate pleas for a release, feeling his own climax nearing. It was too much, you thought through the fog in your mind, feeling the ends of your fingertips and toes go numb with pleasure, your knees about to give out and your lungs begging for that sweet air, but pleasure was more important than a swallow of air as Manato finally pushed you over the edge, fucking you through your orgasm that had you seeing sparks and white all at once. His own orgasm crashed over him quickly after, and he released deep within you, fucking you into the matres till you lay flat on your belly and he was flush against you, his big body caging you underneath him.

He remained still, still sensitive and twitching but not pulling out. His hot breath fanned down your nape in quick successions, his fluffy tail brushing against your calves as it slowly wagged in lazy drags. You felt so full and boneless.

Who knew pulling on his tail could crash the dominos that led to this.

Ⓒ starrydragoness. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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His physics is something illegal

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"does puppy want a treat?" you croon, fingers beckoning in a come-hither motion.

as if you're tugging an invisible leash, the soft pads of manato's feet thump against the floor of your abode, his bulk of a body slowly making a beeline over to your side on pure instinct. crimson eyes follow the tip of your index finger, his bushy tail starting to wag behind him as realization dawns in his crimson eyes. he's nodding his head as he swallowed the lump in his throat, the visible bulge in his pants unmistakable.

"good boy," the lull of pleasure in your voice sends a jolt through his senses, his sight dropping as he saw the motion of your legs opening. a soft, low whine rumble at the back of his throat, nose flaring at the scent of your arousal as he leaned forward, already salivating.

you're giggling when he starts nosing at the soft cotton of your panties, fingers burying onto his black-red locks, between his flicking ears that craved to hear your moans. it's when his tongue flicks out to lave over the damp patch of cloth that the atmosphere shifts. his muscled arms wrap around your thighs to position you more comfortably for the next hour, but before he continues, his eyes flick up to silently ask for a go-ahead, making your heart squeeze with adoration.

how could you refuse your not-so-little puppy of a boyfriend his favorite treat?

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Getting to see the doggo boy again and man the way he growled got me blushing.

Also I’m 1000% sure it’s Ricco Farjardo voting Manato. Or probably someone else that sounded similar to Ricco.

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What do you think hugo’s love languages are?

I’m willing to bet that acts of service and/or quality time are at least some of them but his emotionally touch starved ass probably wants or needs more

I see him as a gentleman, so acts of service is natural to him: he's eager to help his beloved one with everyday tasks and errands, preparing a meal or drink, opening doors, fixing your clothes, etc.

Gift giving. I mean, he's rich so he can afford anything you want, not because he feels obligated, but because he wants to and this how he shows his love.

Quality time. He's a busy man, so he values every minute spent with you. Even if you just sitting in the same, both busy with your own stuff, the feeling of being with you, being present with you, stealing glances when you're not watching.

What he wants, but hardly admits:

Words of affirmation. We all know that a tough life he had, he craves reassurance. Hearing you say that he’s good, wanted, not a burden? Hearing you praising his strength and intelligence? Hearing you complimenting his appearance, clothes, eyes? It will boost his ego, lift his spirits, serve as a reminder that he's loved.

Physical touch. It follows from the previous point. He wants to be held, having your fingers run through his hair, your hands cupping his cheeks and you peppering his face with kisses.

Gifts. Not that he needs or demands them. He just likes to collect things, and gifts from you — especially if they're hand-made, one of the kind — are precious to him and touch his heart.

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Hugo's spouse laughs at something on their phone.

"Curious, dear?"

They turn the phone towards him.

It's a short video of a drunk Hugo flirting with them, only to sob when they say they're taken.

"For all your dramatics, you can be unbelievably adorable, you know?"

Hugo squints at the video, his face twists in a mix of horror and disbelief.

“I swear I don’t remember half of that night,” he mumbles, his cheeks turning pink.

“Adorable, huh? I was aiming for ‘smooth,’” he mumbles, still flustered.

“Burn the evidence.”

He watches your lips forming a mischievous grin. And gasps.

“Don’t even think about showing this to anyone—”

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AT THE SAME DAMN TIME!! - Wise, probably

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I lowkey just exploded...

I need him everywhere... I desperately need him... I just need him.. I need him.. Oh my god I'm going insane I have to uncrack myself... I'M JUST SO.. DOWNBAD I'M JUST.. WOW... HIS.. HIS.. HIS... HIS.... HISSS CHEST... HELLO?????!??? I'M JUST GOING TO-... I'm going insane...😭... HE'S SO CUTE TOO...

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BOOBAS.

I'm afraid I do have a type lmao

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please tell me you’ve seen komano (zzz) he’s so AUGHHGHHHHH

like why is his model so BUFF I think I’m in love

although if I download the game I’m just gonna ruin my mobile storage even more 🙁

I believe you're talking about this man right here.

To be completely fair. I have so many unholy thoughts about this man's body. Though despite all those thoughts, I have yet to start the new story update, I'm still a chapter behind. But I'll get there.

Oh adding a bit, but imagine burying your face on his chest...

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I lowkey just exploded...

I need him everywhere... I desperately need him... I just need him.. I need him.. Oh my god I'm going insane I have to uncrack myself... I'M JUST SO.. DOWNBAD I'M JUST.. WOW... HIS.. HIS.. HIS... HIS.... HISSS CHEST... HELLO?????!??? I'M JUST GOING TO-... I'm going insane...😭... HE'S SO CUTE TOO...

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What a good boy

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I love how much small detail ZZZ puts into characters, like how the only time Hugo actually looks directly forward is when he's jogging/running.

When he stops moving, after about a second, his eyes go a single tiny tick further to the right -- it's super easy to miss since it's such a small movement, and even harder to catch if he blinks.

And when he walks? He'll look forward for a second, then his eyes go slightly left -- it's still subtle, but definitely more noticeable.

Eye movement like this is such a tiny detail, but it adds so much to a character. Like, Lycaon and Evelyn's eyes constantly shift around (when they're holding still at least) because they're trying to stay vigilant. In comparison, Hugo's eye movement is much more subtle and nonchalant because he's a phantom thief gathering information.

I fucking love when devs bother to add little touches like that.