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mane--attraction · 9 months

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A/N: uhhhhhhh runs 🏃‍♀️ using the sexual content warning thing for the first time bc I can't put the read more alone above the content on this one lol. I've been sitting on this nearly done for months. Whoops. Enjoy~

Cw: dumbification, some pet play elements (collar, leash, being called "pet"), d/s, messy oral (facefucking), mild bondage, tentacles aka f/o isn't entirely human, mild degradation (just a couple of names sometimes paired with praise), he's just a slight bit mean at one point, lil overstim. Afab reader, gender neutral, no pronouns. Have fun~

Word count: 1697

MINORS DNI! I'M SERIOUS!

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Your bell and little charms clink against each other in a soft but steady rhythm as your f/o thrusts into your mouth, pulling you forward with your leash and stopping just short of gagging you. You look up at him with a sort of pleading expression, whining quietly, saliva slipping past the corners of your mouth to trail down your chin and neck. With your arms tied behind your back to prevent you from touching yourself, it also prevents you from cleaning up…something your f/o seems to be very into, if his reaction every time he looks down at you properly is any indication, groaning hotly at the mess he's made of you, watching his length pump in and out of your swollen lips and your eyes roll as you moan.

He holds your hair back with his other hand, but some errant strands cling to your forehead and temples. Not that you care: all your thoughts have slowly been replaced with the feeling of him heavy against your tongue, completely filling your mouth and stretching your jaw; of his scent overwhelming you; of him leaking continuously onto your tongue and down your throat. Your mouth and cunt are leaking equally, a tentacle lying agonizingly still within you. He can feel every time you clench around the intrusion, causing him to throb and moan softly, which causes you to whine and swallow around him, which has him hissing through his teeth: and the cycle repeats.

He could go for an hour, if he wanted to, just to see your brains leak out of you and onto the floor until you're nothing but a needy, desperate puddle. He has, before, but he's already gone for long enough this time. He doesn't think you can last for much longer, either, with the way you're trying to grind down on the tentacle. "Patience, pet," he grits out. "Stop moving."

You still instantly, perfectly obedient in this state of yours, and he grins smugly at how well he's trained you. "Very good."

He deliberately uses the tone that makes heat coil within you, torturing you when you're so turned on that you need him, and you retaliate, if but mildly, by whining in such a way that it increases the vibrations and swallowing when he reaches your throat. He chokes out a curse and pulls a little harsher on your leash, pushing that little bit past where you're used to and holding you there, which has you crying out and clenching wildly in surprise.

"Naughty little slut," he rumbles, "trying to get your reward too soon." He lets you free, just his tip resting on your tongue as he allows you to recover for a few moments before setting up a rather punishing pace. You yelp but melt instantly, eyes rolling as he fucks your mouth.

"If—" he forces out, "if I was in the right mood I'd make you wait longer for it, for what you crave, little one— You're lucky today." He's not certain the words are actually getting through to you, your whorish moan the only indicator that you're at least hearing him. He doesn't attempt to talk anymore, rapidly approaching his climax. You can feel the way his cock throbs more insistently, how his hips stutter in tandem. His grip tightens in your hair, enough to make you wince slightly, but it's all background to you: all you know is him. Your whimpers and other sounds as you try and keep up with the fluid spilling down your chin, combined with your unfocused, cockdrunk expression spurs him on, and he fucks your mouth.

"I'm going to cum, pet."

His strained voice drops an octave, and you shiver, fluttering in excitement. If only you could actively bring him to the brink; all you can really do is press your tongue more firmly against him for the short time you can think about it. You're more than satisfied, however, with the short, sharp snaps of his hips into you, using you to chase that high.

"I am going to cum, and you are going to swallow every drop. Do you understand me?"

He's barely finished speaking and your needy sound of acknowledgement is immediate: you whine at him, and the sound alone is nearly enough to push him over. No, what sends him over is when he hits the back of your throat and your face screws up at the suddenness, throat constricting as you swallow to try and adjust but can't quite. He chokes, lasting a single stroke more before yanking on your leash, burying himself in your mouth with a loud groan, the kind that has you clenching wildly in need, as heat spills down your throat. The harsh pulse of his cock is the only thing you really comprehend, held in place and unable to move, just moan. It's a wonder you don't cum on the spot.

His warning wasn't just a courtesy: he is not a mere man, and you find yourself feeling a little lightheaded the longer you stay where you are, but it's heady, allowing you more focus on his hips twitching, trying to push himself deeper on instinct.

Finally, moments before your head starts to loll, he releases the tension on the leash and pulls back just enough that you can finally taste him, allowed enough movement to bob your head eagerly, swiping for every last drop. He rumbles above you, amused, but he hisses softly at the overstimulation, so he doesn't allow you too much free reign, the hand in your hair holding you firm. Otherwise, you would have continued to suck him off without regard to how much he actually had left to give.

"That's a good little pet," he says hoarsely. "So good for me."

You make a soft, pleased sound, preening at the praise. You give little kitten licks to his head, right at his slit, and he finally pulls you off of him with a pop. You look up at him sweetly, catching your breath, unaware of what a mess you look like…but you look perfect to him. He swipes a bit of cum that’s escaped your lips with his thumb and brings it to you, and you lick it up without a second thought. His previous hunger thaws a bit to let his fondness show through.

“Yes,” he says, “what a good, pretty little pet.” The tentacle inside you wriggles ever so slightly, and your eyes flutter, suddenly reminded of how close you were. His lips twitch with a ghost of a smirk. “And good pets get rewarded, don’t they?”

You feel yourself being lifted off the ground into his arms, the tentacle still firmly in you while his mouth finds yours, kissing you with hunger more restrained than you want, and you kiss him back desperately, encouraging him to let go. You almost don’t care about breathing, but he breaks away long enough to lay you down on the bed, your arms untied at some point in the journey and the sheets clinging to your sweaty skin. His mouth slots over yours once more with that ferocity you were craving, all tongue and teeth, and you melt, doing your best to match it but otherwise just letting him in.

That’s when the tentacle starts moving, throbbing and roiling as it thrusts rapidly, and you let out a loud cry, clinging to him. The squelching issuing from between your legs is obscene, loud and a clear indicator of just how needy you are, yet it’s turning you on, in spite of the flush of your cheeks from the sound. You whimper into the kiss, and he just chuckles.

“Good little pet.” He tugs surprisingly gentle on your bottom lip with his teeth, a fang catching but not injuring. “Good little slut for me.”

You whimper again, panting as you grow closer, a fact he can still feel by the way you flutter consistently around the tentacle. You pull him down to kiss him again, and he obliges you and your desperation, growling softly.

‘You’re so close, aren’t you my little pet?’

His voice is in your head, this time, and you feel yourself drop a bit further into that torpor of pleasure. You nod, sucking on his tongue with what control you have left. Your hips buck with a squeak as the tentacle hits a place that makes you see stars.

You can hear…well, more like sense the chuckle in his voice. ‘Then take your reward, pet. Cum for me.’

It’s not instantaneous, but it doesn’t take that long: not when the tentacle’s throbbing becomes more insistent, not when it speeds up to an almost incomprehensible degree, not when it starts hitting all those sweet spots, not when his thumb reaches your clit and—

You shriek, truly seeing stars as your body bucks madly and clamps down hard on the tentacle that’s still trying to move, fucking you through your orgasm, all the while his thumb rubs little circles into that sensitive nub, moving you along. You don’t realize he’s stopped kissing you, even as you bite your lip and throw your head back, whining as it starts moving into overstimulation.

You start to think you’re done, start to think you’ll fall down from your high, but he presses more firmly, the tentacle only targets the spots that make you moan, and with electricity shooting behind your eyes, nearly forcing them shut, you shrilly shriek and clench even harder around the intrusion, somehow fluttering again. He groans loudly, prolonging it momentarily.

“So good,” he practically moans, brushing your hair out of your face. “Always so good for me.”

You’re too tired in this state to do anything but look up at him blearily, and it’s a different expression than before. Again, softness breaks through his features, and he kisses you gently, as if you’ll break after all that has occurred. He brushes his knuckles along your arm, as if petting you. Later, the two of you can have some more fun. For now, however, you are both more than content to remain like this for a little while longer.

#lemon #x reader #minors dni #male f/o x reader #gender neutral reader #afab reader #as usual i had a certain someone in mind but went with general male f/o #don't be surprised if it's radio silence again for months cuz I've been busy with work #nothing says being out of the loop like forgetting I already had this draft started back when i started the story #and then completely forgetting how to tag the content bc i forgot what to call some of it 😅#glad i had the content tagged previously lol #hopefully the latter half matches the portion i wrote months ago ahsjsn #tentacles

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