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[dear-b0y]

THIS IS AN MLM BLOG. WOMEN DNI.

“On Your Knees, Slut.”

NSFW WARNING.

C/W: humiliation (?), degrading, hair pulling, choking, brat taming, use of his tentacles, amab reader.

Azul Ashengrotto x M!reader

a/n: this isnt full on smut, im learning😭

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* You were known to mouth off, and cause trouble for your peers, but today—you had crossed the line.

In the middle of a dispute with Azul, you said something about his “chubby octopus tentacles” as an insult. When you argued, you aimed straight for peoples insecurities. Smirking to yourself, you thought you had won the pointless argument.

You could have not been more wrong.

Azul’s expression went dull for a moment, seemingly emotionless. You turned on your heel, sighing in contentment. As you began walking towards the door to exit the library, you felt something slick touch the back of your neck. You shuddered and quickly turned to look at Azul, who had an eerie smile painted on his face. One of his black tentacles shrunk back to him and he laughed at your confusion. In an instant, one shot your direction and pulled you to him by your waist, another covering your mouth. The tentacles were cold and you could feel them with your clothes, your hands desperately tried to pry them off you. They only squeezed tighter.

“What a selfish boy,” Azul cooed, bringing you close enough so he could whisper in your ear from behind you. “You disgust me, someone needs to fix that dirty little mouth of yours.” Your muffled curses at him were falling on deaf ears as he pulled your hair back, making your neck strain. The tentacle covering your mouth was pulled away and you used this chance to make a snarky comment.

“Jesus christ, what a sicko. Trying to seduce me with those slimy tentacles of yours.” You scoffed, grimacing at him and then turning your gaze to the ground. Azul turned you around to face him. “These tentacles are the things that’ll make a perverted slut like you desperate and crying for my attention, if you already aren’t.” he says smugly. His gloved hand went to your jaw, forcefully grabbing it and making you face him. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t the tiniest bit aroused, and he knew so. A tentacle slid up your leg and around your thigh, planting itself there tightly for now. “Hmm,” he hummed. “You’d look cuter on your knees.”

Your cheeks grew rosey. He knew you wanted it, but he also knew you wouldn’t go down willingly. You raised an eyebrow, “No, the fuck? Seriously, who the hell do you think you are?” His eyes narrowed in response and the tentacle that was previously on your waist slithered up to your neck and wrapped itself around it. Before you could try and claw it off, it squeezed, making you choke. It was painful, definitely, but you could now feel the strain of your pants against your increasing hard-on. Azul smirked at you. “I said…”

“On your knees, slut.”

With no choice, you were forced to sink to your knees. The tentacle loosened on your neck but didn’t move an inch away. “There, that’s a good boy. Now was that so hard?” He pulled your hair again, forcing your head back and snickering when you lowly whimpered at the sting of your scalp.

“I’m going to break you, sweetheart.”