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the homies and i decided we hate shidou

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THE VISION

College dormitories au.

Imagine coming back to your dormitory, tired and ready to retire for the night only to find an omega in your bed.

Imagine catching poor little omega!Satoru in heat, rubbing his pussy raw, teary eyed from self-inflicted overstimulation. You would almost coo at his pretty trembling pout if you weren't hit with yet another surprise- Your sweaty boxers which you used during workout, clutched in Satoru's grip.

Imagine him huffing cutely as he holds your musky boxers close while trying to make himself cum (spoiler: it's not working).

Imagine the audacity of the omega to be surprised when you mount him and breed his tummy full of babies right there.

(Imagine him coming back every weekend-)

- I luv ur works!!

needy whiny horny omega satoru in his heat rubbing his clit writhing on your bed drowning in your hoodie clutching your dirty boxers moaning inhaling that ridiculous alpha musk whimpering your name having filthy fantasies about you knotting his cute little tummy and breeding his virgin pussy and filling his fluttery hole to the brim with hot thick cum until he’s leaking, belly plump and pregnant with child is perfect.

he doesn’t even know he’s presenting to you until he is, arms folded with his chest pressed neatly onto the mattress, back bending into the perfect arch, ass raised into the air and slick-soaked pussy facing you. and you’re just another alpha, after all. how could you ever resist him?

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BRO YOURE BACK WTF 😭😭😭😭

YEAAAHH YEAHHH 🗣🗣

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HOLD ME BAVK HOLD MR BACK GUYS

"Don't get me started on samura" Please dooo 🙏. Need this man torn apart, screaming and sweating in ecstacy

❛ #STUPID! Kagurabachi.

────────── who is he to show up to your after-party and assume nothing will go down? .ᐟ.ᐟ

⤿ pairings. samura seiichi x gn reader

⤿ contents. sub character, pwp, angst, cheating, bathroom sex, blowjob. this contains mature content, read at your own discretion.

⤿ thoughts. fam, forgive me.

Someone in my asks practically said suicidal old men have weak game, and I couldn't agree more. That man is physically thirsty with want and need. He tries not to consume himself in lust, it isn't going to do him any good, it'll only make him feel worse about himself.

The thought of being loved and chased after all the sins he's committed... he hates it. He doesn't do it, he won't do it. But I like to think that once in a while, his desperation can get unbelievably unbearable.

Isn't it funny?

He tries to deny himself of love, no matter how much he craves it. Which is why I think it's the most effective method in ruining this man. Samura can say what he feels is just lust, but he knows. He knows very well that this desire will break him.

You're just another townsfolk, but you treated him like he was normal. Not some war veteran, not some war criminal, not a hero; someone to admire, not an animal; someone to look down upon. A regular person.

You treated his daughter with respect, as if she was your own, and that's what got him. His heart would pound in his ears any chance he saw that two of you together — but oh man, it isn't love.

Nope, nope. He's stupid. So stupid. So insensitive to your feelings. He pushes you away, everyone away and tries to justify it as 'I don't want you to get hurt'.

'Coward,' — you called him. It's not an insult, its the blunt truth — 'you'll enjoy my hatred because you're scared.'

He agrees. Crass man.

He's gone through so much stuff, battles, war, hunger, lonliness, bears so many scars, emotionally and physically, yet he can't even think of you with another one without the horrible churn in his stomach and the painful ache in his heart.

Something closely related to committing a sin.

He wasn't your lover. He has no right over you, no choice.

He's always been dumb with love. He knows enough to pull away. Nevertheless, he still shows up to your wedding.

He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't feel a heavy rock in his heart nor the burn behind his eyelids. He's so stupid. Get up, and leave. He can't even see anything!!

He stayed. Until the very end, fingers twitching around his glass of sake — a typical celebratory drink - now turned sour. He huddled himself in a small corner, trying his best to stay as invisible as possible, but then he got a whiff of you, and his back straightened up like a dog awaiting its owners return.

Your scent fills his senses, alarms going off in his head, as you thank the guests for showing up. You're a foot away, there's no way you haven't spotted him. His fingers clench in a fist, nails digging into his palm for some sort of support.

Maybe he should've bought some company. Maybe he shouldn't have put so much effort into his appearance. Who is he trying to impress? Yeah, he reels himself as he feels the smile radiating off of you, it's you.

Why? Why?? It's not like you'll leave your beloved for him. What has he got that makes him so special.

"Seichii." This is hell. His name sounds so sweet on your tongue. "...It's nice to see you again."

He's sweating bullets as he forces out a small, nervous chuckle, "i could say the same... but - i can't... see, heh.."

Oh. That was just his way of saying he's going to hurt himself when you turn away. Just kidding.

"Yeah," you exhale air from your nostrils. He'd like to think you actually found his joke funny, the corner of his lip quirking up to form an awkward smile. "Seiichi?"

"Yeah?" How embarrassing. He didn't mean to reply so eagerly.

"Thank you for being here." He thinks this truly is hell. "I worried about you living all alone up on the hill.."

He isn't alone. He's got his 'guards', and he's capable, but he misses the doting. "It's my p-pleasure, hah?"

He swallows thickly when your finger taps under his small cup, gently prodding it to his lips, he shuts up quickly.

You laugh at the sight. It's a hearty, genuine laugh. His heart squeezes, "We'll be having an after-party. I hope to see you there -"

He isn't going.

"...Sei'."

Oh, brother.

You turn away.

He permits the alcohol to sit on his tongue before letting it dribble back into the cup, as gross as it sounds.

Your last words ring in his head. That little nickname only you called him.

Sei. Sei. Sei — "Sei."

Nonononono.

Samura grips onto the bathroom handles, the tight stall stopping him from slipping. His arms feel like jelly!

"Haven't you thought of this?" You muse, lips dancing across his hip bone, squeezing his thighs in reassurance. "I have. Ruining you, messing you up so badly you'll fall in love again. I've always had a feeling you loved me. Did you?"

Samura's cigarette goes slack in his mouth. The temptation to light it is strong. His breathing deepens, it's a visible reaction to your actions. "Ngh — w-we shouldn't do this.."

Though he throws his head back, flaunting off the multiple hickeys given to him, his adam apple bounces as he gulps.

You laugh, warm hand gently pumping his shaft, fingers barely touching him — he came in his pants from kissing you, it was so cute. He acted like a virgen — "as you've been saying. Do you really want me to stop? Just say the word.."

He's barely just got out of his clouded mind, he needs to think straight, but man, does it feel good.

Samura huffs out shakily, eyes darting around under their lids. His sensitivity is to the roof. And it doesn't help that your teeth sink into the root of his pelvis, nibbling on him.

"Ahh!"

It feels like a claim. This is a reminder that you'd always be a part of him, even if you marry another. Even if you sleep with that person, even if you have children — he'll be your property for life.

You're married. You have been compromised. Your spouse is outside, partying at his own wedding. What if they're looking for you? Your friends? Family?? Lover???

"Ahh," you mock him by opening your mouth and taking only the head of his cock into your mouth, soft lips closing around the curve.

He shakes, knees bucking underneath his weight. He holds himself up with his forearms, ignoring the burn of the plaster against his skin as his arm slips from the thin walls.

Your tongue lays flat.

Movemovemove.

Do something. Anything. Don't pull away.

Ah, he wants more.

He looks down as if that'll make him see again. He shakes his head rapidly, nononono. He can't do more.

"[Name]." He utters your name so softly, like a prayer. His glasses slip down his nose, and he's quick to bring a trembling hand to fix them. "You can't do this to me..."

His words come out like vomit, one of his hands clench at his white dress shirt, right over his heart as if he's in physical pain. He thinks so, but it's mixed with pleasure.

His foot taps against the tiled floor, hunching over your crouched figure. "It's h-hngg hurts...!!"

"Me hurch ya?" You muffle out, tongue lapping up all his leaking pre on his tip, it smears against your tongue. It tastes salty and thick, but it's worth it. His hips are clumsily thrusting up into your mouth, and his leg jumps like a ruthless rabbit in heat.

You pull off of him, leaving him whining into the hot air. "That's inevitable."

"[Nam-]!"

"Don't you hear that?" Your hot breath fans across his twitching cock, he tries to listen in but his only senses are filled with you. You, you, you. "Someone's calling for me. How do you think this'll look?"

His mouth waters.

He falls back onto the toilet, thankfully the seat is covered, thumb rubbing away at the wet head, sinking his nail into his urethra in a shaky, desperate motion to at least sooth the insufferable burn his feverish red tip feels.

"How will we explain this? Maybe I'll tell them you dragged me in here to make me watch you masturbate."

His hips lift and squirm into his hand with a gasp.

"Or I can tell them the truth," you whisper to yourself. "But that'd only be if you let me have you."

Samura can't have that.

"Can't!" A sob nearly forces his way out when he hears the thud of your knees hitting the floor, your fingers dig into his muscular thighs, spreading them apart to wedge yourself in between them.

Samura nearly closes them shut from the thought of being stimulated.

All it takes is for your mouth to engulfe him, and he's shooting a load into your mouth. Your eyes widen at the unexpected moment.

Is he that easy?

His hips lift off the seat, arching deeper into you as his wavering hands scramble to find footing underneath his body.

"A-ahh!!" He yelps. His thighs shake in your tight hold, the sound of his belt buckling echoes in the empty bathroom stall.

His head hits something porcelain. He doesn't care.

He was palpitating with delight.

You detach yourself from him with a pop, and he whimpers from the loss of warmth only for it to be muffled when your fingers find his jaw, prying his mouth open. Spit dribbles down, and you watch in satisfaction as he jolts.

"Hah?" He pants in confusion.

And then he feels it — a salty tasting and thick substance on his tongue. His eyebrows furrow with need. A whimper leaves him when your tongue meets his messily, pushing the liquid into the back of his throat, giving him no other choice but to swallow.

When you pull away, you finally make up your mind, a string of drool connects your lips. You wipe it off with your thumb, pushing whatever you can into his maw. His tongue peaks out to take you in. His body quivers with aftershocks, hips melting and spent cock relaxing against him.

"I will disappear, and you will not have to endure me any longer."

Oh. He's so stupid to think you'd fight for him.

Stupid man.

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warning: twt link. sub character. gender neutral reader. slight pet play. idk why im into it atm. tried to find solo vids but i gave up after not getting what i wanted.

rendering michael kaiser into shambles and a face puffed up from crying almost seems like a fever dream, something no one could believe. but here you are. his hair is unruly from all the times you've had to pull his head back to mark him up, breaking skin, sucking on his favorite spot to hear those precious whines of his.

his muscular body bumps against the creaking chair, shaking, quivering to the point of no return. he wants that stupid mask off. he is no dog, why should he wear this muzzle.

what kind of humiliation ritual is this?

kaiser's sturdy arms yank at his cuffs, huffing and puffing like a big ol' canine that can't escape from a cage. "ready to apologize?"

"what is there to apol- uhgg-gizeee forrr?" his dick weeps when you lean close to his face, your lips inches away from the muzzle. you're so close, he can feel your breath fan through the mask. his half lidded gaze falls upon your lips. "uhm- ahh... s-sorry?"

your eyes narrow. his bratty behavior can't be excused so easily, not when he can't even sound sincere. "you can do better than that, darling."

"come onnn," his voice breaks with a whine, "touch me again, i already 'pologized!!"

"nope." your thumb circles around the areola of his nipple, he flinches with a violent gasp. "we'll stay here until you pass out from sheer pleasure."

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still in draft. its finished been finished for weeks now, i just don't know which character to use

working on smth devious

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when i say that you put me on kagurabaxi, i swsear on it.

YEAH I GET YOU SO BAD i wanna gobble him up and get him all flustered n shit maybe he'll try to hold onto his sanity, he's older so he has experience, lots. but it's been a while so that's why he's having trouble gasping for air

HJM AND SAMURA ARE GETTING IT ONNN I WILL NOT LET THEM REST

He thinks he's sooo smart, sooo calm, so unconcerned but give him the most tender kiss to his cheek and hug him from behind, he'll give in to anything you ask of him.

In that same position, fiddle with his belt loops, tugging on them, fiddle with the button, tug his shirt out. His tattooed hand will calmly grasp at your fingers, doing it himself but when you tell him — 'wanna see how you like it' — he'll raise a brow. He so doesn't want to do that.

The first action he gets in years ends up being held to your chest, his fist pumping around his throbbing cock, it's flushed red and the head is pierced so it feels a lot more sensitive, and your arms tighten around his waist at the sight.

'I hope you're satisfied, [n-name].' He pants out between grunts, his free hand clinging onto the arms around his waist, fingers curling with the fabric of your jacket. 'I'll teach you how, hahh, to t-touch me later...'

I think he lack of experience on your part is also a major turn-on for him. The fact that he can shape you up, corrupt you into touching him so perfectly that he can really only cum by your hand now...

And then you'll defy him, taking matters into your own hands; denying his orgasm, neglecting him, leaving him wanting, yearning. Whispering words of degradation into his ear, eating him up with a simple phrase of 'I'll find another. He'll be a good man, yura...'

He's whipped. Oh, he loves it so much. Your threats, your need to satisfy him all while he's the one wrapped around your pinkie. He's in control, he tries to affirm, he's the one with the upper hand.

But everyone knows he's wrong. You know it better than anyone else. With the way he stares up at you when he's on his knees, foot nudging against his soaked slacks as you guide him to rut against your shoes.

And, judging by the creaking trees, random gusts of fire, sorcery going haywire.. he gets lost in submission.

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working on smth devious

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BRO DIDNT YOU USED TO WRITE FOR BLUE LOCK??? I CANT BELIEVE ITS BEEN SO LONG

IN THE FLESH SWEETHEART

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HOT DAMN

♡₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚ sub kim dokja˚₊✩🖇️˚₊♡

cw: mature videos content, femdom, sub men, twt link, handjob, masturbation, overstimulation, crying, pain-pleasure mix. twt-link

kim dokja: his back arched against your chest, trembling like a live wire, and still—you didn’t stop.

your hand kept stroking him, slow but relentless, even though he was already dripping, red, twitching in your palm.

“s-stop,” dokja gasped, breath stuttering. “i can’t—i c-can’t anymore—”

“mm,” you murmured against his ear. “but you’re still so hard, baby. feels like you can.”

he shook his head violently, hips jerking in your lap, thighs clenching around yours as if he could pull away.

he couldn’t.

you had one arm wrapped around his waist, keeping him in place, the other still working him—slick, tight, mean.

every upward stroke made him gasp. every squeeze made his legs twitch.

“t-too much—ah—hurts—hurts—”

his voice cracked. his chest heaved. his face was soaked—sweat, tears, drool, you couldn’t even tell anymore.

and still you whispered, low and close:

“you look so pretty when you cry, dokja.”

he sobbed. actually sobbed, breath catching in his throat as his body convulsed with another wave of pleasure that was too much, too soon, too sharp.

“don’t—don’t say that—p-please…”

but his cock jerked in your fist again.

and you smiled.

“poor thing,” you said, stroking just a little faster now. “cry a little more for me.”

a/n: i did this in a hurry.. and i was supposed to add more links for yjh.

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me when kim dokja wants a sex tape but instantly regrets it because you're slobbering all over him, sucking him dry like he's a mango. his hands are trembling so, that the camera can barely catch anything. his keens are high pitched and shaky but you can only focus on making him sound ruined. broken. so that everyone knows you did that to him.

and god forbid you listen to them as if it were a daily podcast.

me when yjh encounters a spirit that can transform into his most wanted fantasy and it takes your image. he tries to fight it, he really does but he just can't. more like he doesn't want to. the spirit comes onto him, whispering the sweetest things to him "you're so needy and desperate that you're really going to rut against my foot? pathetic mutt." yeah, it sounds like something you'll say.

i wanna write something for ORV but my brain is empty… help!!! someone give me ideas pls 😭🧠✨

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❛ #GLINT! MOB PSYCHO 100.

────────── cry for me .ᐟ.ᐟ

⤿ pairings. reigen arataka x gn reader

⤿ contents. sub character, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, this used to be another character but i changed it to this lovely chimpanzee. this contains mature content, read at your own discretion.

⤿ thoughts. IM GONNA DESTROY HIS HAIRY MANLY GLORY BOX GET HIM AWAY FROM ME

Contrary to that laid-back, always prepared and witty demeanor, reigen can't let go. He holds his head up high, all while disregarding his own emotions. But you're so patient and so understanding with him.

It's surprising that you're still around, not that he's complaining. Sometimes, he wishes you'd hurt him so he can feel worthy of the love you give. The worst he can get as punishment out of you is silence.

But those rare times when he's on his best (read: better than usual) behavior, he gets to ask for anything.

He looked up at you through his lashes, a brow raised as if he was daring you to do something. His chest moved up and down harder as he squirmed around in his sweats, the bulge an obvious sign of what he wants.

He knows you want him to say it. He nearly scrunches his hair up in humiliation.

No way.

Your fingers tease him by running down his body, feathering over his v-line and tracing the imprint in his pants.

"H-hey." He glares weakly at your hands, his hips bucking up in the air as if it will it to move. "If-if you don't stop.. I'll leave..."

As if. Reigen thinks that if you stop, he'll go crazy.

You smile, cooing upon seeing his blown opened pupils, you could barely even see the beautiful brown color of them. His eyes widen when you palm him through his sweats, his body going red from the impact. "Look at the state of you.. you don't want me to stop-"

You push his shirt past his chest and he quickly gets the hint to hold it up for you, wrinkling the hem so tightly within his hold.

His pathetic attempt to shut down this allegation quickly died down when his eyes meet yours. The look you're giving him makes him shudder with pleasure.

Like you adore him.

You look so pretty kneeling in between his knees, his pants sporting a bigger pool of his precum as he twitches in them.

"-Right?" You mumbled with a tilt of your head.

He lets go of his shirt and runs his shaky hands down his stomach, no longer being able to stand this teasing. A groan is ripped out of his throat as you lightly grip onto his wrist and pull them away, pining them down on either side of his body.

You release his wrist and give him a pointed stare. "Keep still, rei'."

He could really only focus on your eyes. those pretty, gentle eyes of yours - looking at him like he's a god, someone to respect. He practically melts when your warm hand runs up his inner thigh to his hips, purposely avoiding his bulge.

You pull the band of his sweatpants back before watching them snap back in place. He jolts, timidly bucking into his pants and, in his way, your shirt, adding onto his desperation.

You lean down to press wet, open-mouthed kisses down his plushy stomach. His leg tenses and twitches, hands trembling so much he has to ball them up so you don't notice (a little too late, honestly), "I promise I'll make you feel so good."

Oh god, how he wants wants to be good. Just for tonight, only for you, just you.

So, he puts down his pride for just a couple of worthless seconds and swallows nervously.

"Touch me," He whispers, blood rushing down his nape. "...please."

"What's that?" You hum. Reigen grits his teeth, you know exactly what he's talking about. You're not dumb and surely, as far as he's aware, not deaf.

But he doesn't want to loose this.

A shiver runs down his spine, "touch me all over."

A trembling hand of his reaches down to lightly graze his boner, jumping at the contact. "Here [name], please."

He ignores the grin on your face and opts to place his hand back in place beside of him, taking ahold of the thin sheet underneath him.

He won.

He wasn't sure what he expected, but it wasn't this - his body stiffening and shaking like a leaf by your touch as you forced him to at least try to stay still.

You were denying him his right to come!

"Look at me," you grip his jaw in your hand. He's almost tempted to gasp in shock, "Don't take your eyes off of me."

You remove your hand and return it back to his chest, which is heaving rapidly, up and down, his breathing out of his control. While he isn't loud, his body says all he can't say. Filthy things he would never vocalize.

"Don't you like me, reigen?" he gives a weak nod, his tongue peaking out to lick and nip at his lips. You're sure he mumbled something along the lines 'love you s'much', but his rambling became incoherent at this point. "So look at me.."

His eye lids flutter shut without meaning to. His body fails to listen to his commands.

"Look at me, or i'll stop." You nearly prove your threat when he takes a second too long to respond. Your hold on him slowly loosening, until reigen quickly recovered to meet your eye.

"I'm looking!" he grunts out in a whiny tone, drawn out and breathy moans escaping him. "M'looking, okay?!"

"[Name]-" he tried calling out, except it came out as a broken and barely audible whimper. He tried again but got the same result as the last. His head was lolling to the side, fingers gripping the sheets with all his might.

You let this slide for the moment.

"[Na-], [name]!" he panted out, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head as his eyelids close shut. White blinded his vision, it's as if he's going blind!

He hears a laugh from you. You're so close yet you sound so far away, muffled. You click your tongue softly, "aw, you can't even say my name properly!"

His body convulses with pleasure, and it worries you a bit when you spot his knuckles turning white from his grip on the sheet. His veins were practically popping out!

"Want me to slow down?" You muttered softly, tracing your name on his skin as if marking him. The thought only spurred him on.

"Uh-huh.." he fights back weakly, his hips twitching, faster and deeper into your warm hand contradict his argument.

You smile at his cute antics and take his hand within your grasp. It's warm and clammy and you don't care when he starts gripping on it like its his lifeline.

"My pretty boy," Reigen mewls, his orange bangs, are sweaty and stuck to his forehead. He couldn't hold back his whine when you flick your wrist, thumbing his leaking slit.

He wants to cum.

He sniffles, nose red, his pretty eyes staring into yours with a shy look. He's gonna cry...

Cry, cry, cry.

You prayed, squeezing your thighs together as his eyes water.

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

Reigen begged with himself, unfortuantly, once he starts crying, he won't be able to stop.

His lips threaten to tremble.

"It's okay," reigen lets out a heavy breath of air. It almost sounds like a sob. "Let it out."

He thinks you're talking about his need to come. but when he takes notice of the small crazed glint in your eye, his own practically ends up having heart shapes in his.

He loves it.

Before he realized, tears had leaked out from his eyes and his flushed face. A sob tumbling past his red and swollen lips as you reach down to touch yourself over your clothes at the sight. He's crying!

"So pretty," you slur out, quickening your pace around him. "Love seeing you like this."

Reigen's shoulders quiver as he curls into himself, a series of 'ah, ahn, nngh's following. His hips loosing their fast paced rythmn and weakly bucking up as he decides to let you do the rest of the work.

He twists and turns, chest heaving and stuttering as silent cries leave him. He's having trouble breathing -

He's gonna die.

He really is gonna die.

Oh my god!

Just as he was on the verge of orgasm you pull away, hand going back on him only to give him a light pat on the head as if he was your dog.

Huh?

This causes his breath to quicken, frustration and desperation being thrown in the mix of his frustrated sobs.

His heart drops when you stand up to get ready for his aftercare. you still look down at his shaking figure with adoration, but the difference now is that he's staring up at your looming figure as if you were the god now.

His only religion.

"You should've kept your eyes on me."

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THANJ YOU FOR THE YUMMY YJH FOOD???? AOUUUGHH WE EATING GOOD TONJGHT

GOBBLEGOVBLE YOURE WELCOME

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OMGGGG ES???? missed you baby !!! how are you????🥺🫶🏻

NIIIJKKKKK HIIII I MISSED YOU TOO IM DOING GOOD

ive grown. matured. i'm different I tell ya BUT IM SO GOOD HRUU

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look who’s back after 2 whole years lmao welcome back tho fr

how you doing 🫶🫶

thank you 😈🙏‼️‼️

I've been stuck in the trenches of life

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warning: drabble. dom reader. sub character. gender neutral. slight pet play.

Yoo Joonghyuk is a dog. A feral one. He holds his own leash and his collar holds no name. He's a stray who tells himself he won't come back, only to return with his tail between his legs.

"Why're you back?" He glares at you, weakly, but he tries his best.

"Say it." You spat out, slapping his cock lightly. He jerks violently, yet his back arches into you, clinging onto you.

Aw. He likes you.

"Y-you're the only one who can make me...-" Joonhyuk sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as he eyes roll into the back of his head, pleasure overwhelming his every sense. You yank at the roots of his hair, forcing his head back. "Hahhh- c-cum."

"I never let you finish, pup." You chide. There's no use in coming back if that's the case, which it is. Joonghyuk braces him when your slick covered hand pinches the tip.

He sucks in a sharp breath, his hands shooting out to grip onto your shoulders as his knees dig deeper into the mattress. "Fuck... mhhn- I always do, at the end of the day."

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AHH IVE GOTTEN RUSTY!!

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settle down, ladies. the beast is back.