#having many cock & balls worship thots right now

[onsunnyside]

Ari Levinson’s back must hurt from carrying his big cock and fat balls around

[shorkbrian]

How would kiri or bakugo (or anyone you feel like tbh) react to a reader kinkier than them? Yan is into body worship, but she wants to use harsh nipple clamps. Hes is into humiliation, so is she, but she also wants to try some sensory deprivation. He's is into bondage, she wants mummification or cbt (with her doming). I cant stop thinking about their reactions to just how kinky I am, and knowing you youd twist it wonderfully! Sorry if this is too specific or a squick, but I couldnt stop thinking

So I wanna yeet this out of Yandere territory and into consensual, but maybe not safe or sane.

I’m thinking Bokuto.

Big, dumb Bokubabe.

And hooooooolsy crap what I cannot stop thotting about is cbt!!

(What to expect  - NSFW, CBT obvs lol, consensual, ruined orgasms, hand jobs, orgasm denial, Bokuto being a trooper)

Just imagine tying Bo into a chair, wrists pulled back behind the back of the chair, legs spread and tied to each leg. Tight enough to cut into his skin if he moves too much, but he doesn’t mind, it just adds to the sensory experience.

His range of motion is limited to only being able to hunch forward slightly, which he does often, babbling with tears in his eyes as you edge him over and over, a ribbed, lubed sleeve wrapped tight around his cock.

Bokuto can’t close his legs, no matter how much they ache, no matter how much he twitches and whines and bucks his hips. Your grip on the sleeve is unrelenting, stroking him with it slowly, steadily. 

The head of his cock is practically purple, shiny with lube, dribbling out sticky precum. You can feel it throbbing in your hold, pulsing and throbbing when he gets too close.

It’s easy to know when to remove your hand - Bokuto’s hips buck forward slightly, his cock spasms, and you can see his abs clench and tighten. He usually takes to throwing his head back, biting his lips as he cuts to stop the litany of loud, manly moans from spilling out.

But he’s trying to be sneaky now, trying to cum. He’s desperate, on the verge of tears, begging you so sweetly.

“Baby, baby please. Please lemme cum, I’ve been good! Lemme cum, wanna cum, please? I’ll-mmmhhmm ohhh-” He can’t finish his sentence, you leaning forward to pop the top of his dick into your mouth, immediately hollowing out your cheeks and sucking.

“Fuck, fuck! Gonna cum, yes, yes!” But then you pull back, withdrawing all stimulation and Bokuto cries out, hips rutting against thin air, a pathetic dribble of precum spurting from the tip. “Baby noo-oo! Please, oh god, I’m gonna die baby, you gotta lemme cum. I’ll do anything! I’ll eat you out, suck your tits, I’ll make you squirt, I’ll-I’ll....” 

It was hard for the man to think straight, the constant tease of stimulation, the buildup of an orgasm, then the immediate withdrawal made his head spin, his tongue feel thick and heavy in his mouth, his eyes wet, chest tight.

“Babyyy!” He whined when you pulled the sleeve off his cock, giving the tip a cute little kiss, letting the lube and precum wet your lips as you giggled at Bokuto’s twitching cock.

“Bokie, you gotta be patient. If you cum without permission, I’ll lock you in a cage for the rest of the week, got it?”

The man whined again, jiggling his leg up and down in frustration at the threat. What he was going through was torture, but being locked in a cage? that was hell.

“’M’kay baby, ‘m sorry, just wanna cum really bad, so so bad.” He mumbled.

You ignored him, reaching to your side to pick up the vibrator you had pulled out earlier, watching Bokuto’s face as you switched it on. At the sound of the whirring, Bokuto’s head snapped forward, eyes wide as he took in the toy in your hand.

“No, no baby no, I won’t be able to last, we gotta slow down. I’ll cum, I’ll cu-hnnNNH!” His sentence trailed off into a choked sob as you pressed the tip of the vibrator to his fat balls, letting it rest there before slowly massaging over the fleshy spheres.

“Don’t cum Bokie.” You warned, watching his body closely so you could pull the vibe away the second his stomach started tensing.

He was shaking now, eyes squeezed shut and teeth clamped hard around his lip, so hard that a bit of blood was smeared onto them.

When he gasped out a breath, begging incoherently for permission, you shook your head, removing the vibe, watching the muscular man struggle against his binds fruitlessly, tortured cock bobbing in the air.

You repeated the process a few more times, letting Bokuto lose his mind, become a babbling mess as you slowly upped the vibrations, moving the toy from his balls, to the base of his cock, and then further upwards on each subsequent run.

But you never pressed it to the tip - that was his most sensitive spot, and you were familiar with his limits - if you pressed it there, he’d cum immediately, and you wanted to play a bit longer.

The vibe got switched off, tied to the side, and your husband let out a sigh of relief, although his muscles never ceased shaking, his body keyed up, nerves frayed.

“Alright, I’m going to let you cum now, okay? Don’t hold back.” You smiled up at him, hands coming to wrap around the base of his cock, loosely jerking him off as you watched his face.

“Ohhh, ohhh thank you, thank you baby, thank-than’ you.” He babbled, trying to shove his dick between your hands faster, encouraging you to tighten your fist.

With a nod, you took him in your mouth, sucking hard and fast right off the bat, determined to make him cum after denying him for so long.

It didn’t take more than a minute. 

“Fuck, gonna cum! Yes! Yes! Feels so good baby ‘m gonna cum down your throat-”

But as you felt his balls tighten, throbbing as they pumped his release up into his dick, you pulled off his length with a laugh.

Bokuto writhed in the chair as his orgasm was ruined, the buildup so delicious but the reward so unpleasant.  HIs hips worked furiously, cock slapping against his own stomach as he struggled through the ruined orgasm, the smallest amount of cum spraying from his dick.

“Ah! n-nooo!” 

“Shhh, It’s okay Bokuto.” You reassured him, creeping closer to lay a hand against his cheek. Both of you loved getting him worked up like this, seeing him fall apart under your care. Bokuto knew the waiting was worth it, and that no matter how his cock cried for release, you’d make it up to him in a bit.

“Just a few more times, then I’ll let you really cum, okay?”

“Mm, Mmmhm, okay.” He nodded, eyes glassy as you took his cock in your hands again, fist tighter this time.

“I’ll untie you, yeah? That’ll feel nice. And then you can have me however you want, and you can cum however many times feels good.”

The promise had his mouth watering, fists clenching in their binds as he visualized grabbing you, fucking into you so hard that you couldn’t take a breath, could only gasp and clutch at his shoulders.

“You can push me against the wall... onto the floor, make me ride you..... I’ll do whatever you want Bokie, and you’ll feel so nice.” Your fist was squelching as you pumped his cock, feeling his balls draw up again, the man entirely gone with the picture you were painting with your words.

Your hands dropped his cock, and they went to stroking his chest, leaving him with another ruined orgasm that made the man whine and cry out in anger, frustration, completely overwhelmed. 

“But not yet, I still wanna play with you some more.”