Archive of Our Own ^beta

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This is a nice little index that will be updated alongside tags. PLEASE always keep in mind the tags!

October 1st: Incest ~ Vantascest (Kankri x Karkat)

October 2nd: Coming Untouched ~ Solkri (Sollux x Kankri)

October 3rd: Nipple Clamps ~ Vantascest (Kankri x Karkat)

October 4th: Voyeurism ~ Mitula (Mituna x Latula) + Kankri

October 5th: Finger Sucking ~ Solkri (Sollux x Kankri) (Continuation of day 2)

October 6th: Humiliation ~ Dualcro (Dualscar x Cronus)

October 7th: Bloodplay ~ Vantascest (Kankri x Karkat)

October 8th: Webcam ~ Windicuffs (John x Jake)

October 9th: Uniform Kink ~ Dualpsii (Dualscar x Psiioniic)

October 10th: Punishment ~ Vantascest (Kankri x Karkat) (continuation of day 7)

October 11th: Somnophilia ~ Crosol (Cronus x Sollux)

October 12th: Sissification ~ Erisol (Eridan x Sollux)

October 13th: Dom Bottom/Sub Top ~ Cronkri (Cronus x Kankri)

October 14th: Aftercare ~ Vantascest (Kankri x Karkat)

October 15th: Temporary/Permanent Marks ~ Solkat (Sollux x Karkat)

October 16th: Remote Control ~ Davekat (Dave x Karkat)

October 17th: Wall Sex ~ Crokat (Cronus x Karkat)

October 18th: Size Queen ~ Crosign (Cronus x Signless)

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Ever since young, your little brother sparked a type of special interest in you. Mayhaps it happened to be how similar you were to one another, or how different you both happened to be. It was like looking at a mirror; one that made you age backwards. But, unlike you, his personality left a lot to desire. Cheeky, capricious, naughty… all adjectives that could be given to your blood partner. Yet, despite being negative traits, they only dragged you closer to him. And although he was an angry chihuahua, you loved to brag about how docile he became whenever he was around you. It seems like he truly enjoys your company; it’s mutual. Not only that, but he’s also really handsome, even at his thirteen years of age; the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, you believe.
You can’t help it, he is such an attractive oddball and people know it. He’s always surrounded, always in crowded places. He goes with the flow notwithstanding his sassy self. It’s annoying that he can’t just be all yours.
Even though you often ponderized about your obsession with him, you never failed to catalogue it as "possessive brother” behaviour. Every older brother goes through this. Until he appears in your wet dreams and he sneaks his way into your mind while masturbating. You always brushed these thoughts aside. There was no chance in hell you’d succumb to this vile train of thought.

But you always get your way with things. While dad is away and Karkat comes back home from school, you both cuddle under your comfiest blankets or you get him to sit on your lap while he tells you about his day. This is old news by now, as you’ve been carefully crafting your plan since he was ten years old. You were sixteen at the time, things seemed more innocent, yet they always had other intentions. It was made the new norm; he has told you many times during these snuggly moments how safe he feels around you, how comfortable you make him feel, how trustworthy you are and on and on. You softly grin and pat his head whenever he tells you these sweet words, not knowing the effect they cause on you.

Today was the day. You could feel it. He was sitting in your lap, on the floor, his face resting on your chest as he tightly hugged you; just like always, inside your room. It’s like he needed to recharge his social battery, something you never failed to do. You tangled your fingers on his head, softly massaging his scalp. “Hey, Kitkat.” You spoke. ‘Kitkat’ was that one nickname he only allowed you to use, not even dad could call him that (unless he wanted Karkat to throw a fit). He looked at you, his big eyes blinking, questioning. He was so adorable like this, you thought to yourself. “It happens to be as if you are now a teen, and, I believe, you ought to have a partner by now, perchance?” you never fail to love the way his head tilts in confusion, as he didn’t quite understand half of your blabbering. You chuckle and rephrase it, his eyes sparkled. “Well… uh- no, not really, but I would… I mean- who doesn’t want a girlfriend or boyfriend or whatever.” The way he tries to control his language around you is fascinating. By the look on his face, you could tell he was expecting a sermon or a monologue on your part… but not today, those can wait. You allow yourself to be a little hypocritical whenever you can.

“And tell me, Karkat, do you not want to know what it feels like? What does it feel like to kiss, to love, and so on and so forth?” Your hands made their way towards Karkat’s back, massaging his shoulder blades. You were so close to getting a boner because of thinking of kissing him. He looked at the floor trying to think of an answer. His adorableness never failed to kill you, no matter the angle he was facing. “It’s not like I have not wondered- I just… never had someone so close to me in that way to even try and think of doing so.” Karkat paused. “You are the closest person to me, but you are my brother and that would be weird.” You cupped his cheek with your hand, he leaned into your touch while his dark eyes fixated on yours. He gave you a shy, sad smile. “It does not have to be weird. Who says we can not?” You tried to smile innocently, tilting your head while slowly blinking. If this manipulation technique works with everyone else around you, why wouldn’t it with your sibling? “The fucking law. And- like, isn’t this kind of… you know, against what you preach and shit like that?” Karkat scoffed.

“Language. But nobody has to know. Relationships are not always public and that is okay. Besides, if you mentioned me it is because the idea crossed your mind at least once. Is there a possibility for me to mayhaps show you how to kiss, so maybe when the right person comes your way you will know what to do?” Although you wanted more, you couldn’t go all in yet. The hand on his cheek was now dragging him closer, awaiting consent. He blinked repeatedly in confusion and bit his lip, clearly unsure of what to even do; brothers don’t kiss each other, at all. Besides, it would also be his first kiss and he wanted it to be special.
The small boy hugged you ever tighter, his face all flushed and limbs tangled in your frame. He buried his face on your chest while a faint and muffled “yes” could be heard. You shone a victorious grin.

You carefully grabbed him by the chin, raising his head. You took a second to admire his adorable face; those void, big eyes, small nose and big cheeks. His freckles, that seemed carefully sculpted in his body and his soft looking lips. You couldn’t wait to coat them wet.
Your hands drifted to his jaw, and in a swift motion, you gave him a long peck trying to contain your smile. He was left speechless, having that characteristic face of his where his eyes expand and his mouth drops. His eyes fixated on yours and you could only smile innocently. “So? How was your first kiss?” you were expecting a bunch of blabbering or a tantrum about how all of this was wrong, but your face was being grabbed and your lips pressed together once again. You returned the gesture, desperately keeping up with the energy. He was clearly not the best kisser, but he was getting somewhere. You couldn’t wait to make him learn more. After all, you love teaching.

He departed from the intense kiss when he realized what he had done (or so you believe). His face piping hot, trying to cover it with both of his hands. “I’m sorry…” you quietly heard, his legs now trying to close desperately. He was struggling to press them together in your lap, sending a lot of electrifying movements straight to your cock. You tried to act it cool. “What is the matter, Kitkat?” you caress the back of his head trying to comfort him. He grunted in frustration and, sooner than later, you saw the growing erection in his pants. When he was aware that you took notice, he grabbed your shirt angrily and pouted his lips, hiding it in your chest once again. “I… look, shit, I’m sorry, okay? This is fucking new to me, And I- fuck me, fuck all of this bullshit, and-” You stopped his blabbering, trying not to make it obvious how excited his words made you. He thought you were going to correct his language once again, but he couldn’t have been more mistaken.

“Fuck me, you say?” You raised an eyebrow and stared at his embarrassed face. You didn’t know his face could go even redder. He made an ‘eep’ sound in response. “Is that what you want, Karkat?” you got closer to him, tilting his head upwards. Your other hand traced circles in his hip. He shyly nodded; his defenseless, defeated state was the best view ever. You were in control, just like always. No matter how much he tried to hide it, you both seemed to be on the same boat.

He tried apologizing even more, mixing a few insults here and there, but he was cut off by your kisses. His sharp teeth bit your lips, you couldn’t tell if it was by accident or on purpose due to the heated situation. The metallic taste got mixed up with the saliva as you both devoured each other whole. You pinned him to the floor, never breaking the fight, his hands cupped your cheeks trying to attack back, but he couldn’t keep up. You felt like you could just cry from happiness… And you did.
You broke the kiss and touched his forehead with yours, softly chuckling while those watery pearls left your eyes. He grabbed your face and caressed it like it was the last time you’ll both see each other; he did not want to lose your touch. Your sparkling eyes met his. A rather shy “I love you” made its way outside your mouth, the boy under you answering with an even softer “I love you too”.

You started leaving butterfly kisses all over him, taking it slow, occasionally gifting hickeys at the angle of his mandible or lower; you were leaving obvious marks that would make people think Karkat was with somebody. Maybe people will stay away from him that way and Karkat could be all yours, you thought. Your hands were steady on his waist, sometimes toying with his inner thighs while you said sweet nothings. “C-can you stop the teasing and get on with the real thing? I feel like dad’s coming home any second now and I don’t want him to find out his stupid children are having sex, thanks.” He spoke a little harshly, oblivious of how desperate he actually sounded. Cute. “Do not worry my dear, I am willing to make it worth your time. You can not just jump right in.” You gave him a big cheesy smooch on the cheek. “But if that is what you want, then be my guest.”

You placed your hands on his chest and held him on the floor while sitting on his lap. His beautiful attempts at not grunting and moaning when you moved your hips were beautiful. Your lower parts were petting his erection through his tight jeans. “Although, does this not feel good?” you smiled teasingly as you rubbed on his cock with yours even harder. He stared at you with those eyes you knew like the palm of your hand; embarrassed, angry and ready to strike back. “You can’t f-fucking stop being a dick, can you?” he bit his lower lip and threw his head back when, with one of your free hands, you pinched one of his nipples. “But you adore that. Oh, and, I would recommend you to quit the strong language, or else I will cease any form of intimate physical touch. Be gentle.” You were met with his enraged stare, teeth gritting in desperation. You gave him a small peck on the lips and that seemed to have done the trick; while he still pouted his lips, he was doing as you told.

One of your hands made its way in between you and him. With it, you grabbed his erection and tightly pressed on it while you humped said hand. “Now tell me, Karkat, how much do you want your brother's member inside of you?” You made sure to say it in that one voice tone Karkat hates; the one that makes you seem like you’re the superior one in the room. Despite loving each other very dearly, you both loved teasing one another every given chance. He gave you a resentful glare. “You want me to BEG? Come on, seriously? I’m not d-doing that, you fu- I-I mean, you douche.” You pretended to feel bad and sighed, stopping your movements and your grip. “So you do not want to do this? That is such a pity, I suppose we should quit.” As a response, he groaned in annoyance; he could keep pretending he hated being forced to do such things, but you knew for a fact that he was truly enjoying the whole situation. He was leaking through his pants.

“I… I really need your cock so just… just hurry up, damn it!” His hands were hiding his face as he finished spewing the last few words. It was not perfect, but it was a start. It was easy to get things out of your brother if you knew how to make your way through. You can guarantee, by the end of the activity he would be vocally begging for more. “Who am I to deny such an offer?” A reassuring smooch was placed on his lips as you started undoing your pants. The floor would probably be a bit uncomfortable for him, so you signaled him to bend over the bed. It was a win-win situation, as he could easily muffle his sounds with the bedsheets and some pillows (not that you would allow that, of course) and you could see his bubble booty bounce with every thrust. This is one of those moments you will treasure like no other; backshots were one of the things you’ve always fantasized about doing with him, so it was another item out of your bucket list.

You decided to keep your sweater on just in case your dad came home early; you left your brother’s shirt on as well. “I would require you to arch your back and move your rear upwards, Karkat. Let’s get your pants out of the way.” With a muffled sound, he did as he was told. His dick was now being palmed by your hands through his jeans when you reached to undo the button. You took your sweet time enjoying the small “eeps” and “ughs” he occasionally left when he felt your touch. He was leaking a lot, it seemed like all the teasing truly got him worked up. You nipped his ear as you slowly pulled both his pants and briefs down, his erection springing free. You squeezed the head and began to slowly massage his buttcheeks. They were soft and squishy, better than you had imagined.

One of your many fantasies was going rough on him; giving him a lesson due to his treatment towards others. You desperately needed to leave red marks on that pale skin, punish him and make him feel sorry for triggering so many people, especially when you were present. When you both are alone, he decides to behave like the good boy he ought to be. It was clear that you needed to make him learn (aka: you wanted to ruin him). It’s so sad that you can’t just fuck him until his insides become unfixable since it’s his first time and you have to act as if you are trustworthy. You definitely love him, but watching that cute face of his crying and begging you to stop is ten times more satisfying. Despite all of this, you took good care of him. Nobody else should be able to hurt him but you; the pain came from a place of pure love. You wanted to bruise his skin, leave permanent marks so that everyone who dares to get close to him comprehends that he’s yours and nobody else's; though if anyone recognized the teeth as yours it would definitely be a pain in the rear to explain.

“Now, Karkat, in regards to our current activity I am still in need of vocal consent. Are you entirely sure this is what you aim for? It is my duty to make you feel comfortable; I would never force you to partake in activities that are not of your interest, especially related to such a taboo subject. Though it is a great way to get acquainted with future encounters with actual life-long partners and-” you went on a ramble. You were nervous, the firm grip on his ass that became stronger as you spoke gave it all away; and Karkat picked it up in no time.
You weren’t a virgin per se, but it indeed was the first after many years of celibacy and self restraint. And while you became more flexible with it, allowing yourself to let off some steam from time to time, you still hadn’t reached this peak before. You were good on the starters, but taking it to the next level and having the possibility of either pleasuring him or making him hate you made you tense from your head to your toes. Something that relieved you was Karkat’s fixation in your eyes, giving you that reassuring yet angry expression of ‘I can’t wait, let’s get things over with’. In fact, he was so desperate that while you got lost in your train of thought, he pushed his rear backwards, peacefully getting you back to reality. Your erection was now being massaged between his buttcheeks. You have no clue as to why you were dragging this so long; he was looking at you with a smug smile accompanied with his crossed face. Of course he was.

“Do not get cocky with me, dear; I am in charge of the pace. Apart from that, I have not lubed you yet. I do not wish to harm you in any way, going raw will not benefit either of us.” Your little brother let out a grunt in annoyance; he was, in fact, absurdly desperate. And in spite of the fact that using his blood as lube would be hot in a very deranged way, you had to make sure he could at least sit properly.
You kissed his back reassuringly and told him to stay where he was so you could find the lube, which laid in your nightstand. People might find it strange that somebody like you has such an item, but you are human and you also have urges.
After finding it, you squeezed one of his buttcheeks while giving him small praises, which seemed to do the trick: he tried grinding on the bed hoping you wouldn’t notice. As expected, both of you were having the time of your lives.
He was visibly leaking. You knew for a fact he was a virgin, but he couldn’t possibly be getting off this much to you. That thought made you want to slam home as soon as possible, but the teasing has always been more fun.

“Do you enjoy this, Karkat? Look at you, hungrily aching for more. You are in good hands, my beloved.” With a loud pop, the lube bottle was opened and you started squeezing some in your hand and in his rectum. “F- God, it’s s-so cold. I expected it to be room temperature-.” His ass clenched on the contact, his hot body battling against the cold lube. “It is room temperature. You are just piping hot.” An involuntary chuckle escaped your mouth. Your pants and undergarments were quickly discarded, and you hugged his waist resting your cock in his rear, teasing his hole. You could feel the anger radiating through his body; it was fun to taunt him like this, mainly because you were winning. You always won, but this time it felt more empowering.
He looked back at you as if he had rabies. You could tell he wanted to insult you up and down, but he was resisting. He was resisting. He was allowing himself to be teased; he could always call it a day and kick you to get away from your grip, but he’s not doing so.

He opened his mouth to speak, but two digits inside his rear dumbfounded him. “How does this feel?” You say mockingly. He wanted to speak, you were well aware of it, but your fingers going in and out and scissoring his ring of muscle left him open mouthed. Right now the plan is to expand him as much as possible. Yes, your length was no monster, in fact it came a little shorter than the American average, but your width was another story. Besides, he had always been shorter, smaller than you; by default, his opening was too.
Two digits seemed to be filling enough as he was insanely tight, but going for thirds made his back arch and hug your fingers even more.
He closed his eyes and bit his lips trying to maintain his cool. It was clear he didn’t want to give you the privilege of hearing him loud.
You added another finger just to make sure, and the blissful moans he let out were music to your ears. While moving in and out, sweet nothings escaped from your lips. He spoke in a different language: he was a mess. Although it sounded a little exaggerated, you still enjoyed his blissful foul sounds. Maybe he was just really vocal.
Though you weren’t expecting him to drizzle all over the bed after fingerfucking him thoroughly. His pants could be the only thing heard while you stood there, shocked, with your hands still on his insides. Somehow you forgot that people actually orgasmed… and it was no surprise that Karkat came just by the touch. You weren’t sure if you even hit his prostate, so you just looked at him in awe.

“That… that was so…” Karkat spoke, resting his head on the bed, heavily breathing through what seemed to be the most intense climax he ever went through. “God, I-I ruined it right? I got too caught up, I… I should’ve told you I was close, shoot.” His head rested on the bed as he spoke drunk in love, but also extremely nervous and worried. He was half dazed and half awake, surely he should at the very least take a rest; but there was still a situation in between your legs that needed to be taken care of, and the whole situation was not making you anything else but extremely horny.
“You did not ruin anything. In fact, this indeed has been a great learning experience on your behalf, as you have obeyed and followed every command to the best of your capacity.” He was still bending over the bed and you decided to give him reassuring head pats, his shaky legs tried to lift his weight. You tried to speak as soft as you could, showing him that everything was alright. It was crucial to make him believe that this was flawless, otherwise he would not be up to do it ever again. You knew your brother and his insecurity issues; you weren’t allowing his internal struggles ruin your fun.

He managed to flip over using all his strength, his belly being exposed in the process. His eyes looked expectantly at yours in a nervous manner, mayhaps awaiting your next move. You haven’t got off anyway, so maybe he was waiting for you to take the next step. Cute.
“I am aware of your eagerness to see what we do with my situation. I have an idea which allows you to stay put and make as little effort as possible, as I can visualize that you are indeed exhausted. I respect that –I want the best for you.”
You could see his nails digging on the mattress with anxiety as you climbed atop of him, straddling his chest. You sat there with your legs on either side of his shoulders, your erection right on his face.
Your intention was just to get off on his face, but he seemed to understand otherwise; his tongue was trying to make his way on your dick, and who are you to not take up such a compelling offer.

You chuckled at the gesture and got closer to his mouth, shoving your member inside as soon as you could when his cavity opened up. He stared at the member as if it resembled a gun in his mouth, you could see his nervousness about the whole matter. Your attempts at comforting him with sweet words and gestures didn't go unnoticed as you saw how he started calming down.
It felt better than you had remembered, you couldn’t do anything but throw your head backwards and enjoy the moment. His hot mouth against your cold skin made wonders and you made sure to let him know; your sounds were reassuring, full of passion and praise. Unlike him, you knew you were vocal and you weren’t afraid to show it.
Obviously he was trying his best, attempting to use his tongue and suck as best as he could, but his lack of energy spoke otherwise. You couldn’t blame him.
You will never forget the way his eyes expanded and his sight drifted to your eyes when you started using his mouth as a fleshlight, going in and out to give you the desperate, quick pleasure you yearned for.
Maybe he comprehended it was for the best, or maybe he was too afraid of how his mouth was being ravished, but he held no complaints. He opened as far as he could to avoid using his teeth as well and drank all of your pre.

Your movements started losing pace and both of you knew you were close. He closed his eyes thinking you would come in his mouth, but he was left speechless when you removed the organ and started masturbating on his face.
You couldn’t risk him choking nor having cum breath; that train of thought totally made sense and this was no weird kink of yours, definitely.
You cried his name when you orgasmed loud and clear, his face getting covered in your material. He was a pretty sight; his eyes droopy from exhaustion, staring at the ceiling, his wet lips shaking with his half opened mouth, and his tangled, messy dark hair, as if he had just woken up from the best sleep ever.

“You did so good for me, Kitkat. I am grateful for your assistance today, perhaps next time we will get to do new things.” You grabbed some tissues from your nightstand and cleaned off his face. You wished you could have taken a photo of it, but your friends had the audacity to always use or steal your phone and you couldn’t risk it. Maybe you needed to change your password for good.
“Idiot…” he softly spoke as he gave you a lazy, playful smile. You moved him around so you could tuck him inside your bedsheets, and quickly joined him for a great cuddling session (which involved a lot of kisses in the process). You wished you had done more for the aftercare, but you could tell all he wanted to do was rest. When you rested by his side, he clinged to you like a sloth on a tree, hugging you tight and hiding his head on your sweater.
Yes, you both were pantless, but you couldn’t care less about it right now. The only thing that mattered was your affection towards each other.

You drifted to sleep not caring if your dad even came home today or not.

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The captors were well acquainted with your family. In fact, it was not weird to see both families interacting with each other on a daily basis, whether it was your dad and Psiionic, your brother with Sollux or you with your friend Mituna. Though, most of the time (specifically every Friday after school), Sollux was the one who seemed to enjoy coming over rather than going to his home. Your family didn’t mind, you all had adopted him as your own and he was never a bad presence.
Karkat always invited him to sleepovers and spent hours and hours talking, watching movies, playing games and other small things together. The only time they were not with each other was every time Karkat had to go to his choir classes.
This lasted for 1 to 2 hours, depending on the complexity of the lesson. The family connection was so strong that Sollux always stayed and he was never a burden.
You were certain your dad saw him as his third child, as he was always the one encouraging Psiionic to make him stay home longer. He was always amazed at his technology skills, oftentimes helping around the house whenever he came over (the kid was well trained, it seems), and your dad could never get enough.

For you, Kankri Vantas… he was far more than that. He wasn’t just a friend, but also a person of interest (maybe romantic interest if you both didn’t have an age gap of 4 years). The deepest of talks you’ve had were always conversations between you two (sometimes your dad joins too, you don’t really mind that). Even though he was 15, he was so emotionally intelligent and confident in his claims. Sometimes he came across as cocky, but you know he doesn’t mean it in a bad way. He was not like the others; he gave you time, space, and an understanding ear. He seemed genuinely interested in your “monologues” and most of the time granted you rich conversations about important topics you had in common. He wasn’t the most attractive person ever (he looked like a nerd and was, indeed, a nerd), but his personality was everything you wanted in a partner.
Though you also knew your limits and personal choices, so being with him was such a silly “what if”. Besides, Karkat seemed to have a very obvious crush on him, so your chances were below zero.
It’s like he was a different person when Karkat wasn’t around. He seemed far more mature, mayhaps it was because he saw the rest of the family with a lot of respect. He was a truly educated child.

This Friday was different, though.
As usual, he was watching romcoms with your brother when your dad told them it was time for Karkat’s choir classes. Nothing really out of the ordinary, except for the fact that Sollux was really quiet throughout most of the day. Karkat may have not noticed, but you and your dad picked it up in no time. His explosive, teasing personality was nowhere to be seen and it was truly odd; as if he was physically there, but not mentally.

It seems that you had to tackle this issue yourself as your dad was going to walk Karkat to school himself.
Usually Karkat went by foot alone, but it wasn’t the first time that he skipped classes and went to do anything else. Your dad wanted to make sure he was getting his money’s worth.
And when the door closed, there was nothing more than silence. You had never stayed alone with Sollux before, so you had no clue what to even do. People might say you’re socially awkward, and they would be correct. You were struggling over here. Mayhaps you can wait until your dad comes home again and confront whatever is happening together.
But right now, you were finishing cleaning up some dishes, so you made sure to take as much time as you could. You were nervous and it was really noticeable; you were also easy to read, so there was no doubt he also knew something was up, making the mood awkward.

You decided to wait for your father and went to your room. Your footsteps echoed through the hall as you made your way to your safe place, never daring to look back at the child who stayed playing with his Nintendo DS in the living room’s couch. With a loud thud, you threw yourself in the bed and started thinking. Just about anything.
It was something you often did to try and calm yourself; you thought of various things of your interest, such as old social discourse, philosophy, your favorite TV shows, etc. It always makes your mind get a little less foggy.

The sound of your door opening made you lose your train of thought. You were taken aback, but the relief that crossed your body when you realized it was just Sollux instantly calmed you down.
“Is all as it should be, Sollux?” You asked with curiosity as he locked the door behind him and his slim figure made its way towards you, never breaking an unsolicited eye contact.
He made his way on your bed. By reflex, you sat up and made some space beside you. Your bed wasn’t small (and neither were you), but you still wanted to make him feel comfortable. Mayhaps he came to have a shoulder to cry on, maybe tell you about what has been bugging him today and made him act odd.
But you could have never been prepared for what was about to entail.

“Hath anybody told you before how hot your asth looks when you walk?” He whispered in your ear, trying to make it as sensual as a 15 year old could. If he didn’t have that lisp, you think this would be the most turned off you ever were before. Yet you grabbed your sweater and tugged it down just in case.
You would never admit it, but if there was anything that made you go crazy, then it would be lisps and accents. His weren’t going by unnoticed, his spanish accent mixed with his lisp were a ring to the ear.
“Excuse me?” You whispered, astonished and shy as if the room was full of people (despite only being you two inside the house).
“It ith true. I bet you purpothely put those tight little panth becauthe you love the attention.” His hand made its way to your thighs, touching it slowly, back and forth with his knuckles.
You were paralyzed and also insanely turned on.
As a celibate, you often resisted and repressed these urges, not even daring to think of scenarios like these unless it was to know what to do. And you thought you were ready to stand up for yourself and your beliefs in these situations, but you couldn’t have been so far off. You were a shameless virgin, but this came as a double edged sword. You had never had this type of proximity with someone else nor had these types of talks (oftentimes you left before they could even begin as you knew you were weak), so you had little to no idea what to do. And since you have never dared to even touch yourself, you were extra sensitive.

“Sollux, I do not comprehend what you are winning out of this, but I recommend you to cease before I lose my patience.” The words came as firm and serious as they could, but he just chuckled in response. You were confused.
He moved and sat behind you, gabbing you by your waist and pulling you closer, your back touching his front. He rested his chin on your right shoulder and caressed your thighs with both of his hands.
“Ah, yeth, I can thee you are definitely lothing patience over here. You want me to thuck your cock so badly, don’t you?” you could feel him biting his lips, every word that came out of his mouth became more breathy and whiney, as if he was also getting off to this.
You did not want to admit how much you were enjoying it. You will not let him win, but you also aren’t doing much to resist either. His hands traveled to your chest inside your red sweater. He firstly massaged your tummy, which was one of your many weak points.
Your dick was as hard as a rock.

“Don’t you want to thee me down there giving you the betht head you’ve never had? Thucking you dry until you’re left a moaning mesth? Thtimulating your vulnerable head and taking your ballth in my mouth?” He tortured you whispering slowly, making sure you could hear every little word that left his mouth. One of his hands now pinched one of your nipples and you lost it. You threw your head back and started heavily breathing, your pants tighter than before with a big noticeable stain.
“S-sollux…” you managed to breathe out. You wanted to hide your face somewhere, anywhere, but your hands were clawing the mattress and you had no intention of stopping. The mix of emotions confused you, frustrated you and made you horny, mayhaps this also served as kink exploration? You weren’t sure, you were thinking of anything to ignore his venomous touch.
“I know the way you look at me, Vantath. Thometimes I wish you were more thraight forward with thingth, tho that whenever Karkat leaveth I can be jumping in your dick right away.” He made sure to start moaning every whisper. You didn’t know if this was to tease you or he was genuinely enjoying all of this. His hands now made their way to your pants and started playing with the hem. He also occasionally started kissing your neck and nipped your ears. You couldn’t help but shudder at every small touch. It was too much.

“Let’th get thethe out of the way. I want to know how good I'll be eating.” You helped him remove both your pants and undergarments in one swift motion, your dick being free from its cotton jail. You were panting, heavily ashamed but also desperate for his touch.
“Oh- oh, woah… you’re a criminal for being celibate, Vantath. I need to choke on it tho badly.” His voice got shakier, probably with excitement at the size of your arousal. You weren’t huge by any means, but you also weren't small. You were really thick though, you’ll give him that.
A bunch of scenarios crossed your mind.
You tried to avoid being dirty minded, but in this current situation, it was a hard task.
You thought of him sucking you off, taking him wherever around the house and in different poses, the way his voice would scream, mewl and shudder with every thrust… It was exciting.
But he wasn’t touching you and it seemed like he didn’t plan to. He had always been a naughty teaser, so you can at least be happy that he has come back to his normal self again.

Your phone started ringing in your nightstand. The catchy melody was easy to recognize: it was your father. For whatever motive, he was calling you and it seemed important. You were not the type of person to avoid calls; especially if they were from your father.
But him calling you right now seemed like totally bad timing; it made you leave the pleasure trance.
You attempted to move to pick up the phone, but two sturdy hands hugged your waist tightly. “Do not pick up the phone.” He said, taken aback; the call seemed to have spooked him too. You obeyed, silently waiting at the tone to cease. Somehow you were anxious and overthinking it. What if they changed plans and were coming back home? What if something bad had happened to them? What if they got hurt or had an accident?
You started panicking.
However, you sooner than later relaxed and clinged into the boy’s touch: he was giving you small reassuring pecks in the cheek and subtle belly rubs, which did wonders to bring the mood back.
Was there something Sollux wasn’t good on?

His hands traced patterns close to your groin but never quite touched your organ, which made you grow even more desperate. You saw your own pre in the head; you could sense this foreign feeling taking over. Your whole body was hot and there was a knot that needed to untangle in your lower zone.
You were no idiot –you were about to orgasm. You tried forming a sentence, but you could only whimper as a response to his licks, touch and kisses. Your thoughts were scrambled eggs.
He was leaving notorious hickeys in your mandible and his hands were making wonders in your thighs. And despite all of this, the main motor for your pleasure was his dirty talk, which was still standing with no end.

You buckled your hips forward and clenched your teeth onto nothing, this being an involuntarily body reaction. He started moaning in your ear, telling you how good you were doing and how he couldn’t wait to do a handful of nasty things with you, knowing the effect those words had on you. “Mmm~ are you ‘bout to come, Vantath? Just by dirty talk and innocent touching? Ith the thought of fucking me until my inthideth are thaped to fit yourth making you clothe?” He never stopped whispering right in your ear and that might have been the straw that broke the camel's back. His sweet voice was your everything. You came loud and clear with a weird whimper, your bed and legs being stained with your fluids.
He softly laughed and kissed your cheek one more time before licking off some of the residue that landed on his fingers.
You closed your eyes in relief and breathed like there was no tomorrow, you didn’t think an orgasm could be this good or induced in this sort of way.

The orgasm quickly washed away as you heard your door open. Didn’t Sollux lock it? You could’ve sworn he did.
“Kankri, is everythi- oh.”
It was your dad. Your dad was behind that door.
Your little brother was close behind, trying to peek his head into the room to see what had startled his dad so much.
Your face went pale; if there was an award for the most unlucky person on earth, then currently you’d be winning the contest. How can you explain to him that it is indeed not what it looks like, but it actually is?
Neither you or sollux moved. His chest was pressed on your back and you could feel his heartbeat grow faster and faster as the awkward silence passed by. You bet yours was too; your lungs ached.

“Oh my FUCKING GOD, Kankri. Talk about zero codes! We were WAITING for you to return the DARN phone call so that the four of us could go get takeout, but it seems you had other priorities in hand. You’re so disgusting.” Shouted Karkat as he darted his eyes away from the room as soon as he could. You didn’t only fuck it up with your dad, but also with your little brother. You know you’ll never hear the end of this.
“FINALLY something good happens –A.K.A my classes get cancelled– but OF COURSE I can’t have a great day, can I? I’m out. I’m crashing out. Dad, let's go get dinner somewhere else.” He flipped you off and grabbed your dad’s arm, who was still open mouthed and shocked about all he saw. Karkat pushed your father aside and squinted his eyes giving you the most death glare a guy his age could give. He slammed the door shut.

You heard the main door open then close again, signaling that they both did indeed leave.
Needless to say, everything was offputting. You were too embarrassed to even cry, so the only thing you could do was tighten your grip in your bed and bite your lips. You did not regret it, but you wished you could’ve been more cautious or quiet to avoid something like this.
“Not to be inthenthitive or anything, but I am thtill horny ath fuck. Are you up to the real deal now that we know they aren’t coming back for a while?” He spoke confidently, caressing your male breasts in the process.

Maybe things weren’t as bad as you thought.

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His fingers burned when they touched your skin. It was not the first time you found yourself submitting to your partner, blindfolded, naked, sitting on your knees begging to be touched; your hands were tightly tied together with one of his many belts (which were often bought for these occasions since he always wears leggings).
The kink talk, while being inevitable and long, was worth the hassle as you both truly get to enjoy each other just the way you liked. Going vanilla sucked ass anyway, you’d take that “terms & conditions” embarrassing 3 hour talk over having mild, uninteresting sex any day. You were glad that it was off your shoulders now.

He caressed your cheek and you clinged to the touch, nuzzling your head on what you thought was his left hand. 
“I find myself eager to go through a new experience with you, Karkat.” He replied in his complicated diction. People thought he was “corny” or “trying too much” when it came to his way of speaking, but you couldn’t relate; you fell headfirst when he first spoke to you after so many years without contact.
You nodded and made a little affirming sound as you were unable to speak; his favorite thing ever was depraving you from your senses, speech always being his first option, hence why you were drooling on your ball gag. You heard his footsteps and the sound of a box being dragged and clicked open. You knew that sound like the palm of your hand: it was your shared toy box. 
Saying that you started growing more excited was an understatement.
You both always bought more than you could try, but he always stuck to the same utensils no matter the occasion. He was feeling generous today, it seems.

You got lost in thought, but his hand on your head got you back on track. It was a reminder to stay focused on him; he did not enjoy it when you were unresponsive or didn’t give him enough attention, oftentimes resulting in various punishments.
“I had bought these thinking of your vulnerability when it comes to your nipples. It always remains untouched despite being one of the most sensitive parts of your body –this will change today.” 
You felt him close to you, but you weren’t sure of his exact location on the bed. Maybe he was in front of you because you felt both of his hands travel down your body until they stopped at your pecs, touching almost every part they could. 
A hand remained cupping your flat chest while the other grabbed the supposed object. A foreign sound started being heard, you assumed it was the toy. It reminded you of a clothespin.
Maybe you had an idea of where this would end up going.

You whined and grinded in your place signaling him to hurry up. He shooshed you sweetly telling you to be patient. 
“You might know what is about to happen, so I recommend you to stay put and behave. I will reward you if you act properly.” 
You eagerly nodded trying not to jump from excitement. The hand on your chest pinched one of your nipples, making you whine in the process.
He loved it when you were exaggeratedly vocal, even if you couldn’t form sentences. You were really looking forward to that reward, so you couldn’t disappoint him.
While his hand played with your nipple, his mouth was dangerously close to the other. He breathed against your body making sure you could feel it.
A curious tongue spinned in a circular motion as he started sucking on it.
Your body shaked with stimulation as you threw your head forward, trying to concentrate on not cumming on spot. He knew this was your weakness and he was exploiting it the best he could, torturing you by not allowing you to come unless he told you to.
Yes, it was unfair, but you enjoyed it a lot. You can still remember how worried he got when you proposed the idea, genuinely not wanting to harm you in any way. But he eventually got used to it and began to love it. You didn’t feel hurt, you felt loved.

Suddenly, he bit the nip and started moving away from your body, not so far to unbearably hurt but still inflict some pain. You left a high pitched moan in response, strongly biting your gag and moving your head sideways.
“Now that is the ticket, is it not?” He answered softly, laughing. He kissed the zone and proceeded to do the same with your other pec, making sure to get as many noises out of you as possible.
You breathed and looked at him with pleading eyes (not that he could see them, but he knew exactly what face you were giving him), waiting to stop the teasing and just get with the real thing.
A small peck was placed in your lips as one of your nipples was being stimulated and pinched, most likely preparing you for the new toy.

You heard the sound of chains tingling and it was exciting. “Do not move.” He said with the coldness you adored.
“This is a nipple clamp. If it hurts or disturbs you in any way, please plop on your back. I will assist you and make sure you are comfortable.”
You nodded and froze up when you felt the foreign object caress your chest. Not as if he was about to put it on, but rather to make you familiar and try to make out a shape.
“They are two clamps which are connected to a golden chain. Their usage is intended to pinch your nipples and pull the chain, stimulating the zone and stretching the skin.”
You always appreciated whenever he explained what he was going to do. Being in such a vulnerable position meant to trust your partner with your heart and soul, and although you knew Kankri would never do something you didn’t want to, your anxiety still creeps up from time to time. It’s nice to know what is about to entail so you can mentally prepare.

He held the clamp open and aligned it with your stiff nipple, slowly closing it in until it was firmly placed. The pain the grip provided sent sparks through your nervous system, which made you gulp in satisfaction. It was a little heavy, but you thought it was gravity working against you.
His hand caressed your pinched pec as he placed the other clamp. Now both were placed and the chain was dangling, and whenever it moved, so did your clamps.
It made you shudder. Not only that, but you were really, really close. Your nipple vulnerability was no joke.
You stood still trying to avoid making the chain move, your head looking down allowing you to drool all over your chest, going down the trail until it reached your groin.
“You look so handsome right now, I wish you could be kept this way for as long as we stay alive.” he whispered seductively, the words going from your ears to the tip of your cock. He knew what he was doing and he was exploiting the fact that it threw you over the edge. You breathed heavily and left a rather shy, shaky moan as a response.

What drove you to cloud nine was the sudden, violent tug of the cold chain. It was as if he was reminding you that actions spoke more than words, and that even if he was saying sweet nothings, his dominance still prevailed; you were not equal in this scenario, he always came on top.
The droplets of water wetting the blindfold gave your satisfaction away; he kept on tugging the chains from different sides, savouring every little jump and shudder you gifted him.
It always fascinated you how he could go from hot to cold in a matter of seconds. He began being generous, and now he was clicking his tongue in disapproval at your muffled cries of pleasure.
Every single little thing that he did drove you insane, and the fact that he was solely focusing on your chest zone was not helping. He even took the time to massage your manboobs and flick the clamps with his fingers, which made you groan even louder as the sexual gratification shifted to agony.
A tormentous, sensual agony that you could never get enough of.

One of his hands travelled all the way down to your dick, lightly holding it, while the other quickly flicked the toy around.
“Hump my hand. You are allowed to come at your own pace.” He whispered in your ear. 
Needless to say, you wasted no time in using his hand as a fleshlight, pistoning in and out as quickly as you could. In addition, his other extremity held the chain in place, forcing you to be the one who ‘tugged’ on the chain. The combination of both of the stimulus finally helped you reach your peak.
You came loud and hard, leaving a long high pitched moan in the process.
This will definitely be remembered as one of the best orgasms you had; you knew you were made a mess.
You were his mess and you loved that, because he was now forced to baby you and clean you up.
He could pretend to act indifferent, but he was both an excellent lover & brother.

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The mixture of sounds coming from the room in front of you were not only intoxicating but also addicting. You felt included as you saw your friend piston your old high school crush with such a brutal force, forcing the most guttural sounds out of her.
It was dark outside and you didn’t want to be a bother. You didn’t come to their house to be a burden, you wanted to be unnoticed.
And as your hot breath made your side of the window blurry, the other side was trying to muffle the constant screams of pleasure and the creaking bed.

They weren’t the only ones enjoying themselves, to say the least. Your hand was softly massaging your groin as you peeked inside their room. Thank god they never closed the blinds.
You couldn’t do more than keep an observing eye, appreciating both of their constant moves. The scene displayed was so gorgeous; her back on the bed and her knees strapped tight on his hips as he moved them, his hands on both of her shoulders keeping her in place.
His dirty talk and her screams made wonders in your mind, wishing you actually had the strength to ask someone out and be in that position, whether in the receiving end or the giving one.

You got lost in your train of thought and dissociated, slowly closing your eyes as the please caught up to you; you imagined being there and forcing those sounds out of her. Mayhaps if you had been braver before the school year ended, you’d be the one in your friend’s position.
The hand in your lower zone started touching it more hungrily and lost in rhythm, making an unsuccessful attempt at keeping up their pace.
You were crouching outside, your feet supporting your whole body. It was only logic that, when the indulgence became too much to stand, your legs would betray you and make you fall forward.
With a loud thud, your head hit the window, alarming both of the sweethearts.

You ran away like there was no tomorrow.

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“My celibacy will still prevail despite the episode that happened today. While yes, “the real deal” sounds appealing, I have strictly prohibited myself from giving or receiving any form of penetration.”
You strongly replied. You still wanted to pleasure him, yes, but he should also be aware of your boundaries.
Besides, you were still shaken up by being found, so that was a future headache that was slowly demotivating you to keep on having further experiences with him.

His head dropped in disappointment and he ploppled onto his back, the mattress receiving him comfortably.
“Dude, you can’t thay that when your dick ith literally thill out.”
He pointed out. It was his lucky day indeed, because you had no intention of putting some pants on again. Not only was it more comfortable being nude, but you also felt you’d be getting a new boner out of this, so dirtying new pants was not on the list.
He placed his hands behind his head, smugly resting with his legs flexioned and open. His sharp smile indicated that he was not giving up on negotiating what he wanted.
“Come on Vantath, it wouldn’t be my firtht time –if my thuppothed lack of experience ith the thing worrying you. I can teach you how to properly do it.”
He attempted to sweet talk his way through you again, but you shouldn’t give in so easily. You’re a man of your words, a slip up like what you did before can happen to anybody, but it shall not happen once more.
His persistence and teasing waist movements were admirable, though.

“If I were you, I would stop insisting on an unbendable boundary, and focus on giving alternative ways my celibate bed partner can indulge in my needs. Any thoughts?”
You raised an eyebrow and made eye contact with him. It’s not like you could notice if he was actually looking at you due to his red-blue sunglasses, but you chose to believe he was.
He rubbed his chin trying to come up with an idea.
You can’t help but notice how expressive he is; anything you say or do makes him get a physical reaction, often plasmed in his face. It was both adorable and hot. You were still trying to avoid that boner.
The non-physical lightbulb on his head shone bright as he seemed to have formed an idea. He sat back up on his knees and approached you.
“I enjoy thucking, like, almotht everything. Let me lay back and give me your non-dominant hand.”
He rested with his back on the mattress again and relaxed his hands on his abdomen. You kneeled beside him, closing your legs trying to avoid dragging attention to the zone.

“Your thighth are tho thick it maketh me want to athphyxiate between them. It’th so abthurd how gorgeouth they look. I’d be drooling all over the place if I weren’t on my back.”
You yelped with embarrassment while one of his hands travelled on top of them. His feathery touch made your head lay back as an attempt to evade your erection, but it seems it was far too late for that as you opened your legs to get more comfortable.
“What if you… if you keep your paws to yourself and you suck on my hand like you wanted. Mayhaps we can do something about this other situation later.” Your thumb made its way to his mouth, dangerously placed in his lower lip without applying too much force. Sollux seemed to get the memo as he grabbed your hand with both of his and gave you soft, tender kisses on the thumb and the surrounding zone.
Each kiss was painfully slow but full of lust. Getting upset over it was truly a hard task.
You were letting him take the lead (for now, that is), allowing him to do as he liked. And when your hand softened the grip, he made sure to greet it wonderfully.
Slow butterfly kisses navigated all over your hand, going from your thumb to your palm until he had kissed almost every part of it.

It felt tingly and weird, but it wasn’t unpleasant; It was just intensifying the arousal.
The way your hand received gratification made him look like an expert. You have no clue how many other people had done this with him, but you could notice you weren’t his first. Either that or you were extremely fooled by the thrill of it.
While one of his hands kept yours in place, the other wandered through his body, lightly touching underneath his shirt. You took a deep breath as he started nibbling your thumb muscle. Just like the rest of his family, he held obvious sharp fangs; the nibbling didn’t generate strong pain, but you thought it would be less painful if his teeth weren’t so edged. It’s not like it was unbearable; it was perfect.
He proceeded to give a big smooch in your palm that was accompanied by his tongue. You cupped your hand signaling that he should go for it, which he did; he lapped at your hands excitedly, yet still took his time to enjoy it.
Somehow the attention your hand was receiving was more than enough to keep you hard despite not touching anywhere else. You didn’t mind, in fact, you were realizing how much of a big fan you were.

You lost it when you felt what sounded like a breathy moan against your palm; your free hand made its way to the Captor’s body and caressed his left thigh, earning you a sweet yelp.
He moved your hand slightly lower so that his mouth was now face to face with your chubby fingers and started licking the hollow between your fingers near the palm.
His tongue was trying to cover every part of your hand with saliva and it sent sparks through your nerves, as the way his tongue moved through each gap was unique and insanely hypnotic.
You returned the favor and slid your hand under his shirt, meeting with his flat chest. You always thought he was wearing a binder, but you now realize how not every transmasc out there needs one. He was born with minimal bust, which you assumed that, in the long run, was of convenience.
he squirmed when you caressed his nipple, making him lose concentration when it came to the licking. You noticed how his other hand was drifting towards the waistband of his pants; yours followed it closely, helping him unbutton his pants and shimmy out of his underwear.

The grip on your hand disappeared, allowing you to gain dominance once again. He let you do the work as you forced your index finger inside of his mouth, which he savoured with delight.
He had a very drunken smile that filled your tummy with butterflies. That was a sight you definitely wanted to see again.
Your left hand explored his body until it reached his groin. You were unsure if you were even allowed to touch, but the subtle shudders he was granting motivated you to go for it.
And so you did; two fingers were sliding up and down between his outer and inner lips, softly massaging him.
Needless to say, you have never done this before so you were going off of what you thought felt correct. Anatomy was not the issue as you had to study it last semester in Medicine; the issue was not knowing what was pleasurable for him and what wasn’t.
You noticed that “go big or go home” might be his philosophy because he was doing the best he could at sucking your digit, and he was truly succeeding, probably due to the strong arousal of your touch. Another finger followed close by in his mouth; he tried to suck, but you forced his mouth open and pressed his tongue down.
you wanted to explore his oral cavity, so both of your thick digits were inspecting the foreign land.

He was an open mouthed, red faced fool, panting trying to contain his excitement and drooling all over himself. It got even better when both of your fingertips drew circles in his clitoris; he closed his mouth by reflex and bit you hard.
His lips trembled and he attempted to muffle an apology, but both of your fingers were now entering his cunt without any warning.
You thought that mayhaps that would teach him a lesson, but you saw that your sudden roughness only flared him even more.
between loud obscene sounds, he was eagerly sucking and tasting with his tongue both of your fingers.
You set out what you thought was an acceptable quick pace and drew your fingers in and out of his genitalia.
You could tell he might be close by the way his back arched and his muffled moans. In your concentration you didn’t notice his hand wandering towards your erection.
This became teamwork; you both worked your way through each other’s orgasm. He was jerking you off trying to imitate your pace, which instantly became too much to handle.
A third finger joined his mouth, which he was more than happy to stimulate despite you roughly moving them around his mouth.
Your movements became sloppier just like his sucking. The only thing that mattered now was pleasuring each other rather than taking things slow and sensual.
You never thought it would feel this good to be touched, mayhaps you could reconsider your celibacy when you were done satisfying the kid in front of you.
You were also sure the neighbours would raise noise complaints as you both were being extremely noisy. You couldn’t care less about it right now.

He was the first to come, arching his back and moaning with brutal force. You didn’t notice he reached his peak until he bit your fingers and slowed his pace down to drag your attention.
you withdrew your fingers from his lower zone and admired how coated they were with his fluids. And since you were soon to reach your climax, you replaced the fingers in his mouth with the ones that have been fingering him.
He made sure to clean them up the best as he could. Your body involuntarily jerked when he accelerated his pace. And when you knew you couldn’t hold it in, you cupped your hand on your head to catch your release and not stain the sheets.
It worked delightfully as your seed coated your hand. He looked at you expectantly; you knew what you had to do.
He licked all of the residue in your hand enthusiastically, heavily breathing, mentally trying to come back to earth.

“You fingered me which ith bathically penetrating with your handth, tho technically you broke your vow. Happy firtht non-celibate day!” You were still a little dozed off but his comment made you go back to your senses. You know the comment shouldn’t spark so much anger in you, but his cockyness bothered you to a new level.
“Is that so? Well then, you surely would not mind if I shattered even harder by giving you what you yearned until it is too much to handle.”
You firmly challenged, your face innocently calmed in spite of the comment. You sat in front of him and placed his legs on your hips.
“Oh, I’d LOVE to thee you try. You’ll be the one begging to thtop once I get my clawth on you.” He provoked you even further, dragging himself closer to your body with a strong grip on your waist.

Probably your family was about to come back home at any given second, but giving this kid a taste of his own medicine was more important than prudency.

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You swiftly made your way towards his office, sneakily taking every step up the stairs with caution to avoid any sound that could potentially give you away.
You knew he was busy with his old man paperwork and that you should be resting because you had to go to university tomorrow, but you were far too bored and horny to even think rationally.
You knocked on his door twice or thrice trying to make it seem like you were somebody else; he knew you usually knocked countless times with a lot of excitement just to annoy him, so pretending to be someone else might be the ticket to let you in.

“Door’s unlocked” The monotone voice behind the door answered, mayhaps a little confused on why someone was bothering him so late.
You grinned and slowly opened the door, being met with the familiar luxurious office you knew the in’s and out’s of. If you had to describe it with one single word, it most likely would be cozy; which is the total contrary of what your dad is all about.
He is cold and stoic, and oftentimes finds it hard to express and regulate his emotions properly. This led to a lot of anger outbursts that could potentially be dangerous, but they always were part of the many fantasies you had with him.

What could you say? He was an old, sharp around the edges guy, which was exactly your type of man. 
And maybe, just maybe, you were his type too, because the first encounters of this sort were started by him. And as time flew by, you were the one beginning them.

As usual, he never dared to look somewhere else but his work, scribbling some papers away while his arm lazily supported his head on his hand. But you were certain he knew it was you because of his sharp peripheral vision, a trait you had also gotten from him.
You wanted to win him over like the vixen you were, because you knew that taking him out of his paperwork trance was complicated; he would never willingly stop working, you had to enrage him for him to “give you what you deserved”, because you were “a spoiled prick that doesn’t know what patience is”.
Once you made your way to the front of his desk trying to look as desirable as possible, you got his attention with a loud bang when you violently placed both of your hands, resting your whole body in your extended arms.
You had picked his favorite pair of pajamas to wear, which was a purple satin button up and tight little shorts of the same fabric. The ones that make you look small, fragile, and show off your figure, which is no different from your average lean 19 year old guy. So, basically, a really bad male ageplayer that happens to wear female clothes to look younger than he is.
The main course was your lack of underwear, which is something you knew that, once he notices, he can’t resist the temptation. 

“Just what d’ you think yer doin’, young man?” He replied rather coldly. His voice was so hot they could easily send your brain to overheat. He never dared to look somewhere else but his work, which was heavily affecting your ego. You came to the office without your shirt buttoned all the way, so with your current pose, your chest was peeking out. You unbuttoned a third button and played with the opening, but it was to no avail.
“I want your attention, S’all.” You replied with the intoxicating voice tone that drew him mad with desire, the one that was painfully slow, hot, and full of accent.
You were in the process of unbuttoning another button when your dad replied.

“Go bother someone else. I’m workin’ an’ I don’t need yer distractions.” Your face slightly dropped its smile, but you were not going to give up. You wanted to be fucked and nobody was going to stop you. If you want something, then you’ll get it; it’s just how it works and he knows it.
For your next plan, you bent over the desk on top of his not-as-important-as-you papers, resting your head on your arms and trying to lift up your ass. You knew the curvature of it stood out with perfect ease, yet he was just looking at your eyes with clear anger. You were slowly tearing him apart and you couldn’t wait to see what would happen when he loses his cool.

“Those were important. Unless y’want me to stop bringin’ money to the table.” A hand in your face was trying to shove you away, but you fought it as best as you could. In the end, though, you let him win –just like always, only to give him a fake sense of dominance. And also because maybe he was stronger than you, more muscular and defined, and you knew he could throw you around easily; it wouldn’t be a first anyway.
You posed back to your first position, your chest more exposed as time flew by. 

It was just right now that he noticed the lack of coverage and stared, silently, for a long time. You hoped maybe silently debating what to do.
You could never quite grasp his obsession with your chest, but you did not mind it at all; it got you laid countless of times and that’s what matters. But maybe it was a unique trait that you waxed it and focused on working out your torso in general at the gym rather than your arms or legs.

“Dont’cha have somethin’ better to do rather than bein’ a nuisance? Yer heavily bothersome, boy.” You pouted your lips at his negative response. A normal person would leave after being rejected twice, but, no; you are Cronus Ampora. You never back down. He can pretend he hates it when you become pushy, but you know that poker face all too well.
“Come oooooooon! I’m s’bored and horny, ya’ can’t do this to me. Ya’ know ya’ want to.”
You groaned. Two could play the same game, and if he was being a bitch about it, so could you.

“That seems like a “you” problem, ain’t it? Y’can take care of it on yer own. An’ don’t go puttin’ words in my mouth, lad, yer the desperate one here.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, grunting in annoyance. He fixed his posture and crossed his arms, resting his back on the backrest of his office chair.

Your patience was running thin, so maybe you needed to step up your work.

You noticed a rather small glass cup which seemed to be half empty with what you presumed was alcohol. It seems it was his way of coping with life; A divorce, a possible bankruptcy, and stealing his firstborn’s innocence (which, out of the three, wasn’t the worst one. Or mayhaps that’s what you thought because you were the firstborn and you don’t regret shit).
“What’s this here? Drinkin’ them sorrows away again, pops?” You replied snarkily, almost not noticing his piercing eyes on your figure. You could sense the tension of the environment, which only got you more excited than ever. His face was red, probably with anger. Maybe he did not enjoy the way you were mocking being about to drink his alcohol away.

“That’s none of yer business. Y’know what’s best for you, so leave my office before you regret it.” You huffed in disbelief, maybe a little too dramatically for your own taste. He was being hard today, but that’s okay; he was a fool if he thought that was all it took to make you give up. 

A mischievous idea crossed your mind. You grinned maliciously when staring at his eyes, he gave you a confused yet still harsh look, attempting to see through you and decipher your new plan. 

You slowly bent down the desk until the only thing he could see was half of your face peeking up, squinting eyes observing him silently. The desk was tall and had a big opening on the bottom, meaning that you could easily crawl your way down in front of him.
Which you did.
He was too busy tiredly taking his face in his hands to notice that you were only some inches away from him. The touch of your hand on his leg and your head resting on his thigh, close to his knee, made him jump in surprise. You couldn’t do anything but try to smile innocently as if this was an every day thing fathers and sons did.

You were about to reach for his belt when a strong hand grabbed your wrist. You looked up and were met with what probably was the scariest gaze someone lingered on you. His face screamed disbelief, frustration, disgust and, on top of all, freshly unleashed anger. He scrunched his nose and it was now that you realized that you got him angrier than you intended. 

Fuck your lack of emotional intelligence and fuck your lack of ability to read people throughly.

“Y’can’t take ‘no’ for a fuckin’ answer, can ya’? No, Y’have to be a brat all the time.” Your wrist was being squeezed beyond level, his nails digging deep in your tan skin. Those were gonna leave marks, whether permanent or temporary. You wished they were permanent.
His cruel words made their way towards your heart. Instead of making you regret your decisions and apologize, it only made you want to push his buttons ever further. You lifted your head and smiled arrogantly.

“Ha! Ya’ know what they say…The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” You challenged, biting your lip. If he wasn’t angry enough before, then most definitely he was now. You unleashed a beast that was soon to be your demise. 

He sat up and pushed his chair away, not caring about the direction nor if it bumped or ruined any furniture. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and made you eat dirt; he yanked you forward and your head hit the floor. You hissed in pain.
But he wasn’t quite over yet; in a swift motion he manhandled you to bend over his side of the desk by grabbing you like you were a lifeless stuffed animal. His left arm held your waist close to his, and his right hand choked you forcefully.

“Ya’ disgust me so fuckin’ much, y’know that? What we did before was a mistake, yet y’keep comin’ back for more. I could cut yer limbs off and you’d still come crawlin’ like the bitch ya’ are, because y’know y’ain’t better for anythin’ else that ain’t bein’ a total slut.” You wanted to reply to the brutal whispers in your ear, but his grip on your neck was giving you a hard time. This wasn’t the first time he’d done this, but it was definitely the first time he did it with such a strong force. All you could do was whine and nod.

Sure, you were getting harshly harassed, but at least you were getting laid.

“Y’can never get enough of anythin’. Yer greedy. Someone ought to give you a lesson, ‘though you’d enjoy that, Am I wrong? Yer just filthy like that, born like that.” You were drinking down all of the venom he spat. It was going through every last bit of your system and intoxicating you from the inside. Your heart skipped a few beats when the grip on your neck loosened up, and you took the opportunity to huff and puff as much as you could. Your nails dug marks on the wooden desk.
Both of his hands were now tugging your pants down, revealing your arse and full erection. You took the moment to fully relax on the table, resting your head on your crossed arms.

He departed a few inches away from you to admire your figure (That’s what you hoped for, at least), when a familiar hand kneaded one of your buttcheeks. It was strange yet comforting, making you fall in a false sense of security.

The moment was ruined with a powerful spank.

You whined at the sharp pain of multiple hits in both of your cheeks, seemingly in the same place. It was no joke that your dad held a remarkable strength, probably due to all of his years working for the army, rowing in the sea, and being a construction worker. The slaps made you sob in agony.
You weren’t sure if you still enjoyed this whole deal. You were growing weaker and weaker with every strike. 
He wasn’t even touching you somewhere else nor keeping a steady rhythm; it seemed like he was doing it to genuinely harm you, it was hard to keep on resisting. But surely he would stop soon, right? when he notices your genuine, guttural cries in between spanks, or your trembling figure and weakened knees?

“Why’re yer cryin’? Ain’t this the attention ya’ wanted? Ya’ deserve the sufferin’.”
He replied cockily while leaving a chuckle, never stopping his hits. The area burned like hell; you weren’t used to such roughness and this was too much all at once. You were still trying to form some sort of reply, but the pain was so much your mouth laid open. Your brain was not braining, and your senses were not sensing.

It felt like an eternity until the pain became total numbness; you couldn’t feel it upon first hit.
You were choking in your own words as you cried, attempting to beg for forgiveness but only shouting different vowels and consonants. You couldn’t understand how his hands were not tired or hurting. Maybe they were but he didn’t care.

With your last bit of strength and in between hiccups, you spoke as loudly as you could.
“GUI -hic, guiTAR!” The spanking stopped as soon as he heard the first syllable, and patted your head soothingly. His voice, now full of concern, attempted to (what you thought was) calming you down, but your ears were ringing and your mind was too busy to understand.

He grabbed his chair and cradled you to his lap, making sure your bottom was not in direct contact with anything that could make it hurt even more. 
You hid in the crook of his neck and cried like a baby –you were his baby. You seeked his comfort like no other time before, and he was quick to comply. One of his hands was giving you head pats while the other drew circles in your back.

“I’m so sorry, it’s okay, yer okay. Yer safe, safe an’ sound. I got too carried away an’ that was my mistake.” He replied with the voicetone you loved the most; the warm, comforting voice that reminded you that he did not mean anything he said. That he was your father, he was here to protect you, and he meant no harm. It was just your way of doing these sorts of things to get an extra kick out of it.
You were sitting in a fetal position, hugging your own arms, shaking. And he clinged onto you, he tightly hugged you like it was the last time you’d ever see each other. You could sense his regret at hurting the person he loved the most.

He knew you worked differently than your brother or any other boy your age, because despite being 19, you still had the traits of a toddler; You were very childish, you didn’t know how to control your emotions nor understand what you exactly wanted.
In other words; you were unstable and extremely sensitive due to trauma, so something like this stung you twice more than normal.
“An’ ya’ said we wouldn’t need a safe word. Ya’ dummy.”
You chuckled in impulse and nuzzled his neck. You hated being told you were a child, but he was the only one allowed to baby you.

Your boner was long forgotten and disappeared.

It’s strange to seek comfort in something (someone) that actively harms you, but it feels correct in its own way. You couldn’t quite explain it, but it’s not like you wanted to give it any sense anyway; your arse ached violently and you wanted to take a shower. Maybe get tucked in bed and miss your classes tomorrow.

“I… I need a smoke.” You nervously broke the silence. 

“No. What ya’ need right now is some rest.” Your dad wasn’t a big fan of your smoking habits, clearly not wanting you to fall into an addiction (although he wasn't aware that you were, in fact, an addict). He kissed your forehead while he properly dressed you back, and princess-carried you to your bed, where he was extra careful to avoid touching any harmed zones. You wished he could’ve applied some lotion or cream, but it was pretty late anyways and you didn’t want to annoy him any further. 

You allowed yourself some peaceful rest as you deactivated your alarm for university.

Chapter Text

As time flew by, you started learning more and more about your secret partner.
How he wasn’t as innocent as he preached to be, how he adored to physically bruise and mentally stain, and his nerve to command, which he was a natural at. It made him the perfect partner for you, as you were his polar opposite. You loved getting your self worth thrown around without a single care behind, you loved watching the marks fade away and the memories prevail, and on top of all, you had a weird obsession to satisfy his needs without mistake.
So of course, when you were sitting on his lap, on the edge of the bed, almost naked and with a handful of sharp objects by your side, you knew you were in for a ride. There was no room for error, not this far.

He nibbled your ear savouring your quiet panting as his hands travelled your body, touching everywhere but the place you were desperate to touch. You knew you were not allowed to touch unless he strictly told you to, which seemed to become unbearable as the minutes passed by. He was placing a lot of trust on you today as your arms, unexpectedly, were untied. But your eyes and mouth didn’t run with the same luck. There was something about speech impediment that he loved a lot, always gagging you if given the chance. Either he had a big clear fetish with it or he hated your voice and your debauched language. You chose to believe it was a fetish.
“Are you aware of what we are going to do today, Karkat?” He said rather shyly in your ear. You couldn’t see him, but you could perceive the way he stared at you profusely, smiling against your shoulder, probably with that idiotic smug face of his.
He drew circles with his thumbs in your thighs, waiting for your answer. Your hands rested on your knees trying to find a comfortable position, but it was difficult due to how used to being tied up you were.
“Mhm” you managed to reply, nodding just in case. You could feel his erection slowly rise up. He wasn’t the only one in a situation like that.
You bet he was letting his mind run with countless fantasies or possible scenarios that could happen today.

“As you know, I am in possession of the toolbox by our side, which contains a specific selection of materials I intend on using today. Do not worry –everything inside has been sterilized and sharpened, so neither of those should bring up issues. The idea is for you to endure all of my actions. If you can linger until I deem necessary, then I might reward you tonight.” His hands shifted to hug your abdomen tightly before starting with the real deal. A reassuring kiss was placed on your back before he spoke again.
“If any of the following events disturb you in the slightest, do not hesitate to use the equal of your safe word; kick my legs and I will cease immediately.”
Eager hands were playing with the waistband of your wet briefs, signaling you to help him remove them.
Once that was done and your manhood was free, you heard the clattering of objects, soon enough total silence.

“I am now holding a small pin in my hands. Its needle is not so thick nor long, so you ought not be able to feel important pain once I start pinching you.” You thanked the gods above for his explanations, as you knew that you’d be freaking the fuck out if he did it without a vocal warning.
One of his hands rubbed your pelvis while the other lightly dragged the object through your thighs. It wasn’t enough to even leave marks, but it felt tingly and exciting.
The fact that you had to imagine what was going on was precious; it turned you on way more than if you were observing with great care.

A small prick in your leg made you shudder; after softly pinching you, the other hand in your pelvis massaged you thoroughly. It did not hurt as much as you expected, in fact the only thing you could feel was your arousal, which grew stronger and stronger with every move.
“It was not that bad, was it? You seemed to fancy it.” He kissed your cheek as he spoke, resting his jaw on your shoulder.
He kept on poking you agonizingly slow, which you didn’t mind. You also couldn’t tell whether you were bleeding or not –and even if you were, it wouldn’t be a lot and you wouldn’t even care.
Most of the pricks were done in the same zone, the one that was close to your groin but not quite there.
“I think that’s good enough.” He said. He had only pinched you in your right thigh, which was something you didn’t notice until his poking stopped.
Maybe he was aiming to use another utensil in your other leg.

Clattering sounds arose again, this time more briefly as he seemed to quickly find what he was looking for.
“Is it believable that I was able to find a needle faster than a pin in that toolbox? I was planning on using the syringe, but I do not want to drag this longer than it should be. It is an interesting gadget, indeed, but I do not know how to use it. A needle is easier, do you not agree?”
Sometimes you think he gags you so that he could have his own monologues without interruptions, because he knows you’d be messing with every word that escaped his lips. Or maybe this was some sort of humiliation? Ego booster? You got lost in thought, but you were brought back to earth when the sharp needle drew a small line across your other leg.
You hissed. Yes, you had a strong pain tolerance, but the needle was tickly and you weren’t allowed to move.
All you could do was throw your head back and allow your neck to be exposed, which was attacked upon first glance.
He was now not only pinching but also drawing small lines, none of them producing big bits of blood nor pain.

Again, the needle was no big deal. In fact, you dared to say that his bites were making you have stronger reactions, something he caught up on quickly.
He clicked his lips in disapproval, mayhaps on himself, and told you that you were moving to the next object.
“I believe I will have to skip some objects as they are the equivalent of child’s play for you.” You felt the annoyance bubble up in his throat and you weren’t sure if to take the comment as flattening or disheartening. He hated when his plans didn’t go as they intended, and since you weren’t squirming or whining in pain, he was certainly irritated.
Not your fault he was being too soft today, nor that you had a lot of experience when talking about injuries.

“This will be more to your liking, I believe. It is also more straightforward with what I intended to do primitively.” His massaging hand traced upwards to one of your nipples and pinched it tight, earning a yelp.
He was still avoiding touching your dick; he will never hear the end of this once you get your paws on him.
While his fingers squeezed your nip, his other hand was feathery dragging what you thought was a blade across your thigh. Things were getting real now, and you were growing even more excited with every given second. Your hands went to grip the sheets immediately as you felt how your self resistance weakened. You had to stay strong, show him you were trustable enough to keep unrestrained. Only that way you’d be able to claim your prize, which always was worth it in the end.

A loud, high pitched whine escaped your mouth as he made his first cut. It was painful as fuck, probably purposely just to prove his point that “you couldn’t tolerate pain as much as you bragged you did”.
That was bullshit. Of course you could tolerate it, but it was unfair when you were deprived of a lot of your senses and someone else was cutting, seemingly deeper than you have ever done.

You felt the liquid run down your legs.
Instead of alarming you, it only excited you further.

He was heavily breathing against your ear and you just knew you weren’t the only one violently leaking everywhere. You still can’t comprehend what type of emotion this situation triggered in him, but it seemed strong enough to keep him in a trance.
You knew it was entertaining to cut and observe as the blood poured out, especially if you weren’t the one being harmed.

He kept cutting agonizingly slow, torturing you for his pleasure. Sometimes the cuts overlapped with older and newer scars or bruises, which inflicted a new sort of feeling.
And despite making your body ache with pain, he was dragging the blade with such big care behind; as if you were fragile and he had to be extra careful or you’d dissolve in his hands.
Every new cut earned either a sweet mewl or a strong grunt out of you. The sensation was irresistible when you combined it with his hand on your chest and his lovingly kisses.
He also avoided overlapping his cuts or just touching them in general. He was not cleaning anything up, which probably meant that his hands could be stained with blood. Your whole body could and you’d have no clue until your blindfold was removed.
“You are so… enchanting like this, Karkat.” He whispered with a shaky breath. You just gave him a ‘hmph’ sound in return. You loved this, but you were not going to let him know. There was not a chance in hell.
But it was fairly obvious that you hadn’t been better before.

His hand brushed slightly with your manhood when he wanted to slash your other leg, and it was safe to say that you were close to losing it. You involuntarily bucked forward and whimpered, but who wouldn’t do so when you were so neglected despite having his whole attention.
Instead of paying attention to the aching of your fresh wounds or the blood pouring over, your mind decided it was a great time to demand stimulation (which you couldn’t provide).
“No, Karkat. Everything occurs in its due time. Patience is a virtue and I am not done with my work yet. Behave, will you?” It was as if he could read your thoughts. It would spook the shit out of you if you weren’t so desperate, if your brain was working properly and not screaming “touch yourself” over and over.
Both tears and blood rolled down your body. There was a strong dilemma between following his commands or letting loose. But if one thing was evident; the situation was so strong you don’t think you’ll be able to last any longer.

Maybe he pitied your current situation and decided to set the blade aside, as the hand that was holding it was now empty and travelling to your pelvis.
You thought that maybe, just maybe, he was going to stop being a dick and actually pleasure you.
But before you could confirm your hypothesis, your body decided to spasm and curl in an orgasm, making you sob.

Well, shit. Could happen to anybody, though.
There was no way he would get upset, as this was a normal body reaction to stimuli and bla, bla, bla, whatever he said once to soothe you down.

“Karkat Vantas.” His nails were slowly digging in your skin as he spoke coldly, maybe even growling.
Well, you fucked up. That reward could go right to the trash bin as Kankri was a man of his words.
Your shaky hands made their way to his and grabbed them. Not to push them away, but rather to seek forgiveness and maybe a little bit of pity. You were so anxious you bet your heart could jump out of your throat (if you weren’t gagged, that is).

“I thought I was crystal clear with our rules in general. As much as it hurts to punish you after being obedient for so many sessions without a single mistake, it is your only way to truly learn. You know I do not do charity work; you misbehaved.”
You groaned rather in annoyance, at least just to make him believe you were actually upset. You could always use the safe word (move?), but you never used it.
Whether test, punishment, or reward, you were a sucker for the game. And if he was another active player, then you’d make sure to keep up a good fight. You loved the thrill of it all, and right now nothing else mattered; only his hands undoing the knot of your blindfold

Chapter Text

Your friend Dirk had lent you a specific program a few days ago. It was a spying app that had the purpose of being able to see through webcams despite them being turned off. The complex software was something only he could create as he was the only dork with a lot of free time to spend on rubbish like this, but you couldn’t complain; he trusted you enough to be able to possess a copy and abuse its power, something you were definitely looking forward to, no matter how insincere it might be.
What could you say? You were human, and curiosity always kills the cat.

It worked rather like a malware without the harm (depends on your point of view and intentions as it did not harm the actual computer); you had to send a specific file to your victim and tell them to open it. Once that was done, you were free to do as much as you’d like.
You could go through their private files, configuration system, search history, etc. But its main purpose has always been being a sneaky bastard. The other functions were just added because he could.
It got you wondering for a second if you happened to be a victim of said software, but you were too eager to try it to even care.
In the right universe, you weren’t being spied on and this wasn’t some type of hidden malware he sent you just for the sake of a good laugh.

Your plan was sending the file hidden as a photo, so that when they downloaded it, it would install the software along with the photo.
It was a great strategy with little to no room for error. Any of your pals could fail for it (except Dirk for obvious reasons), but you felt that the safest choice was sending it to your step-brother John.
It’s not like he had anything to hide, you two were truly close with each other and knew both of your in’s and out’s. It also felt the least painful, you knew invading the privacy of somebody like this could even be considered a crime.
You don’t think he would mind it, would he?

- - golgothasTerror [GT] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 18:38 - -

GT: AHOY MATEY!

Your finger typed as the other anxiously played with your glasses; what if he realized what you were trying to do? What if you found out about something you shouldn’t have seen? What if Dirk had told him about said possession? A million questions ran in your mind as you melted in your chair. Man, overthinking sure was a bum!
You just tried to sound as normal and average as usual.

EB: oh! hello there!
EB: it’s so late to be chatting, is everything okay?

Fuck, you forgot about your hour difference and how far away he was. It wasn’t as late in your region, but it sure was on his! A 4 hour difference was no joke, you thought.

GT: Oh my! I apologise, i wasnt aware of the time over there. Time is so strange, isnt it?

You were gobsmacked at your own idiocy and begged for mercy. You nervously scratched your neck, it was a reminder of how tense you felt, of how wrong the thing you were about to do was.
You were playing with his trust!

EB: no worries friend! i was about to head out to bed. did you want to tell me anything important?

GT: Well, yes, but no. I just wanted to share this wicked piece of media with you. I thought you might enjoy it!
GT: Have you seen this movie before? I find it LOVELY!

You sent him a photo of the first random movie that popped up when you searched for “obscure 80’s adventure films that a ghostbuster fan might enjoy”. What could you say? While you could indeed recommend an actual movie, you just wanted him to click the bait. And he did!

EB: hmm… i don’t recognize it. but if you say it’s a great movie, then i’ll make sure to check it out! :B

You sighed in relief and threw your head back to your chair’s headrest. If he was not lying and Dirk’s software was legit, you would now be able to peek through his computer’s camera.

GT: Blimey! Look at the time! I better get going now. Pop around sometime, will ya? We miss you in this part of the globe.
GT: Toodles!

EB: WAIT! what’s the movie exactly about? don’t leave me on a cliffhanger!

- - golgothasTerror [GT] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 18:59 - -

It’s showtime.

Well, this wasn’t quite as exciting as you thought it’d be. You even cracked your knuckles just like in movies when the protagonist is about to do something important on their computer.
The promise of a different kind of adventure was what lured you in, but you were met with the most basic controls and loading screens.
You started booting up the system and, where once laid an empty space for connected gizmos, was now an option saying John's exact location. Jesus, talk about a tracking device in your hands.

After loading, a pop up screen with various options appeared. “Double screen", “Offline/Online Activity”, “Data”, “Volume Control”, etc. But the only one that mattered right now was the one that said “Turn on camera”.
You felt like a real hacker despite not coding this yourself. Could you still be considered one? Anyways…
When you clicked the button, a window popped up on your screen.
You saw the face of a white nerd with square glasses and dark wavy hair. He was yawning, seemingly worn out due to his long day. He was in a rather small bedroom with a large bed behind and a bunch of old movie posters as decoration.
This was definitely John.

But, how? And most importantly, could he even tell you were observing? You felt so anxious and avoided making any sound just in case.
Anywho, the boy sat up from his gamer chair and stretched, something he told you he did every 30 minutes or so because of his constant back pain.
He was wearing his blue pajamas you’ve seen once or twice, with the slight difference of a lack of trousers.
You didn’t think much about it, it’s not like being in your undies wasn’t comfortable, but you still had the slight feeling you were witnessing something you shouldn’t have.

Speaking of which, you wanted to see his search history. Just for the funzies, you swear.
Of course it was filled with information about movies, where to watch them, their year of release, English translations, among others.
Scrolling down you also witnessed some other unimportant things such as everyday searches –”How to make pasta in less than 5 minutes?”, “what does it mean when your father bakes non-stop?”, “how to know if you’re gay?”, that sort of stuff which, even if you hate to admit, you also have searched.
Fixing your gaze back to your lad, you noticed he was staring at the screen, concentrated.
Well that was something you definitely wanted to snoop in!
You clicked on the option you remembered allowed you to see his online activity in real time by doubling his screen on yours.
You could see his cursor stay idly in the search bar as he found the way to mentally prepare for a new useless question.
It was silly to watch both his screen and himself at the same time, but you had zero complaints.
You stopped worrying when you saw he sighed and began to type “gay porn” on his computer.

Wait, what?
No, that can’t be legit, could it? Was this another Strider ragebait you weren’t aware of?
You fixed your glasses as you scooted closer to your screen. He had in fact typed that, the flush on his white face being a full giveaway.
You backed away and covered your eyes in embarrassment. Bloody hell, English! Just what have you gotten yourself into?
You were about to close everything up until you heard a strange noise, rather like a moan.
It came from the video John had clicked: “Guy gets his step-bro a taste of his own medicine. *INTENSE ORGASM*”.
‘Bollocks! This is NOT real. Pull another one, Strider!’ you thought as your peeking eyes stared back at John, whose hands were travelling under his shirt.
The video was clearly kinky and it involved a partner dominating the other; one of them was sitting on the other’s lap as his willy was being jerked off in a particular rhythm.
John's camera only reached up to half of his body, so you weren’t sure what was happening underneath.
But you kind of got the memo as he bit his lips and started moving his right hand.
You had to pretend like you didn’t have a very clear tent in your trousers.

Your eyes couldn’t depart from the screen. You’d love to say it was because of the video, but your full attention was on him.
The way he throws his head back and tries to contain his sweet mewls, some of them slipping through involuntarily. His red cheeks and the way he’s just closing his eyes, mayhaps fantasizing with the background sounds? His hitched breath, sweaty skin and his glasses that were about to fall off were the prettiest sight.
It made you shudder with need.
Need that was being taken care of as your undergarments were quickly tossed aside and your hand was quick to grab your member, trying to match his speed.

It felt so wrong and taboo, but since nobody was going to know, it would be your dirty secret. Both his and yours.
You weren’t even trying to muffle any sounds, but he was (and he was failing miserably at it).
The video was long forgotten, it was no match to the exclusive content you were witnessing.
He was getting sloppier and sloppier as he worked his way to his peak, which he quickly reached. His mouth was hanging open as he came, a strangled whine was heard and it was more than enough to make you follow his footsteps.

You huffed and puffed as you dirtied your hands and other parts of your body. You didn’t have any tissues at hand (unlike him, who seemed to be tidying everything up) so you made a mental note to clean it up later.
Both of you were trying to recover from your climaxes when you got a notification from Pesterchum. Talk about good timing…
The only thing you saw before you closed the program was John trying to put his pajama trousers back on. You were able to see him in his underwear for a brief moment.

- - timaeusTestified [TT] began pestering golgothasTerror [GT] at 19:40 - -

TT: Dude.
TT: You should’ve seen your face when you reached that orgasm. It was priceless.
TT: Who would’ve thought that the step-bro’s had that sort of interest in common.

Darn it, Strider! You were having a mare; you bet your face went from red to white in a matter of seconds. Of course he was watching you! Why wouldn’t him? It was clear that, if he gave you the program, it was just to screw you over in some sort of way –or invade your privacy just like you were doing.
You were about to type a reply but he kept on sending you messages.

TT: I won’t tell anybody, so don’t even worry about that.
TT: I guess curiosity did kill the cat.
TT: You could sort of say the cat was a British Shorthair?
TT: Haha.

Chapter Text

Willingly being inside a military plant was something you never thought you’d do, as you were strongly against war and violence, especially if it involved seeing your troops as mere numbers and not actual human beings with family, but here you were.
You never bought that excuse of “serving for your country”. What type of message were they portraying? You should sign up the military so that war strikes again, your life would be as disposable as a dirty tissue?
It was an unpopular opinion indeed, but it was one you wholeheartedly stand for.
You also admitted it was a big double standard as you were a big lover of rebellion and standing up for who you truly are.
But was it truly a double standard when one fought for justice, and the other one as competition?
You sighed, your thoughts dissolved into nothingness as you took out your tool box and looked for a screwdriver.

“Yes, well, you see… the problem is far more than a burned out bulb. We tried three different ones, and still no light!”
The young man in front of you (who you assumed was just one of the managers of the facility –no military training behind, just computers) spoke as you made your way towards an unknown office, seemingly from the man in charge himself; the general of the armies.
Saying you were nervous about meeting up with what was one of the most important men in the country was an understatement.
Your great reputation brought you here, as you were an experienced and popular electrician & technician. You’ve worked with a lot of important people, but nobody has gotten you this nervous, especially when the issue seemed to be so easy to fix.

And, as much as you hated to admit it, you’re a sucker for the attires, more specifically the service dress uniforms. Their little hats too!
You just couldn’t explain it, but it imposed some sort of dominance that made you squirm in your place. They looked luxurious and elegant, definitely unique and easily differentiable from other uniforms.
The way everything looked polished and tight, a total contrast with your uniform which was often dirty and baggy.
It’s not like you couldn’t control the arousal as you are here for work and nothing more, but you did have to silently enjoy it for as long as it lasts.

The footsteps echoed in the hall as both of you reached the door of the General’s office. The boy seemed anxious. So did you, but gosh, did this guy really echo such fear in others?
Before opening, he gave you a thumbs up and allowed you in, shutting the door as quickly as it was opened.
You were met with a muscular man sitting in a desk chair. The room seemed and felt cold despite having unblinded windows with the morning sun peeking in. The office could easily describe the General as a person; unforgivable, frightening, sharp around the edges and polished.
The man himself held the characteristic uniform you absolutely loved, scarred tan skin, and dark, wavy greased back hair.
It was as if he was straight out of your fantasies; he was the most attractive man you’ve seen around.
He was old, but aged like fine wine. There were some older photos of him scattered on the desk, showing off how attractive he always was.

“Aye, yer the technician, ain’t ya? Nice t’ meet ya, ya can call me Mr. Ampora.”
Oh, that hot accent. You wondered if there was a Mrs. Ampora.
He signaled you to approach his desk where he was sitting and extended his hand, smiling. It forcefully clashed with your previous assumptions about him. Mayhaps he seemed warmer because of the sun radiating on his skin and the fact that he was not technically ruling over you.
You firmly shook his hand back.

“Yeth, that’th me. You can call me Captor.”
You hated that lisp of yours. It made you look dumb, dorky, nerdy –people never took you seriously or straight up laughed in your face. You eventually got used to it, but it was horrible to be single because of it.
“What theemth to be the ithhue, exthactly?” You struggled to spew. His eyes expanded, mayhaps in amusement at your broken speech.
You swore you saw them spark with interest, but it could easily be just the sun hitting on his blue eyes.
He quickly snapped out of his trance and coughed, then stepped up and –oh god.
His figure, those broad shoulders, big triangular-shaped chest, strong legs and defined muscles under that sweet piece of clothing that appeared to be too tight for him. Maybe it was intentional or a way for the universe to test your resistance.
You could safely say you were losing, but not giving up.

“Ye’ so, as ya can tell, light’s ain’t turnin’ on. And it ain’t a bulb problem –maybe it’s them wires or–” He stopped to bite his lips, trying to think of what else to say. Strange.
You rubbed your chin in both curiosity and confusion.
“Uh. Well, ya’ the expert here.” You were indeed the expert here. You gave him a shy smile trying not to stare at his boobs.
“Maybe it’th the thwitch? Although, jutht in cathe, I’d firtht try to put on a new lightbulb again to exactly identify if the problem are the wireth, thwitch box or any other thing.”
He only nodded automatically, as if the words entered and left his ears in an instant.
You both stayed silent for a while.
“Tho uh… do you have a thpair lightbulb I can uthe? Don’t worry about the ladder, I have an exthpandable one in my tool boxth.” You scratched your neck awkwardly. You were already pretty tall so a medium-small foldable ladder could easily fit in your absurdly large and heavy tool box, and it would be enough to reach the light on the ceiling.
He was staring at you too much, you didn’t know if to feel flattered or scared.

“What-? Oh, right. Yeah, hang on a sec’, chief.” He said, snapping back to reality.
Did something happen in his personal life or similar? Why was he dissociating so much?
You squinted your eyes in suspicion.
He reached for a small compartment in his modern desk and tossed you a small box with a lightbulb inside. You almost dropped it, you sucked at catching.
You placed your toolbox on the ground and crouched, one of your knees jointing forward.
You heard his footsteps approach you and stop on your back; his piercing eyes burning holes in your figure. Anxiety arose again but you tried to brush it off.
You scattered around until you finally found the ladder.

He took a few steps back to allow you to unfold the ladder and tackle the issue headfirst.
You took some steps up (probably like 4 or 5) and reached the damned lights.
The bulb, of course, seemed to be burnt. Though it was strange considering that they said that they changed it thrice now. Why would they put it back again?
You removed it and replaced it rather quickly.
“Can you –uh.” You turned around to his direction only to find him staring directly at your ass. When he noticed you, he acted surprised and innocent, making eye contact and giving you a “huh?” In response. His face was slightly pink, so he was not as swift with his staring as he thought.
“Can you try turning the lightth on, pleathe?” You darted your eyes somewhere else, slightly blushing.
So the General himself was casually peeking at your figure? He’s so out of your league.

He did as told, and to your surprise, the lights actually turned on. You didn’t know if you were even going to get paid.
You hummed as you stepped down the ladder and packed away.
“Theemth like my job here ith done. Don’t worry about the payment –it wath jutht a bulb change, nothing tho big.”
You made a noble attempt at exiting the room when a hand grabbed your wrist.
“No.” You turned around and saw him a few inches away from you, as red as a tomato.
You raised one of your eyebrows and gave him one of your many nervous chuckles.
“I-Ith everything okay?” You broke the uncomfortable eye contact to seem as professional as possible. But you’d be lying if you said this wasn’t slightly turning you on.
“Can I respectfully say somethin’, Captor? That… that body of yers s’absurd. Tired of pretendin’ that attire ain’t eye-catchin’ upon first sight.”

You stuttered trying to process the information. So, he thinks you are hot and that your work uniform is hot. Where have you seen that before..?
Red cheeks were a prominent thing in your face. You weren’t used to flirting nor this attention, especially from someone so important and with such different beliefs.
It was problematic, to say the least, but if he truly meant it then you were not going to deny the offer.
“We’ve jutht met and I am already driving you crazy? What a fantathy. I like the way your tight little coat fightth to thtay clothed. I’d put my head between ‘em.”
You wiggled your eyebrows giving him a clear signal. Your eyes shamelessly darted to his chest as your mouth salivated.
Both of you smugly smiled when he pinned you to the door.
“Hey now, Dirty Harry.” Oh my god he was such a cornball.
His finger played with your uniform collar while his eyes fixated on yours.
“I know somethin’ fun we can do. Nobody will be botherin’ us for a while. What can I say? Yer hard to resist s’all.”

There was a little fight between you both as you devoured each other's lips. It was rather hungry than a loving one, teeth and all.
Yes, things escalated quickly, but honestly, who cares? Not everyone has the privilege to say the six-star general thought they were hot. And, most importantly, not everyone has the privilege to say they got laid in his office.
You could, though. And got to fulfill one of your top tier fantasies.

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Beautiful, crimson red gashes were scattered all around your legs, from your hips to your knees. The open wounds were hard to spot as your whole legs were dripping in red.
Just as you thought, he was letting the blood fall down. It stained the bedsheets and his tight leggings.
“Gorgeous, is it not?” He whispered in your ear admiring his work.
A curious hand travelled all the way from the top to the bottom of your thighs, smearing the blood around.
You wish you could say you were freaking the fuck out, but you consented to this and it felt so good; just being someone’s puppet, doing as they wished.
He knows that what he does goes totally against what he preaches, and you know he knows you know. Maybe that’s his motive to keep on going with his evident sadism.
Of course you were different people outside the bedroom, but the unhealthiness of it all was the thing keeping you both together.

He tightly hugged your waist and hid his head behind your shoulder; peeking eyes still visible.
It just so happens that you remembered you misbehaved, so you were now closing your eyes shut awaiting the worst.
As you struggled to maintain your thrill, his head departed from your back and kissed your neck.
“I could perhaps be more forgiving with your punishment due to the fact that you barely ever break our rules. You used to be really naughty, remember that?” You whined and he chuckled.
Honestly, that whole “being naughty” thing was always intentional; you wanted things to be rougher, so earning punishments was always your go-to.
Talking back, kicking, biting, going against commands, you name it. It used to be fun until you learnt how good his rewards could be and how cruel his punishments could get.
You still remember wearing that chastity belt for over a week; would not recommend at all.
It was no match to being allowed to top and put him in his place, although he was still dominating you through another way.

“I am going to ungag you. You are not allowed to speak unless asked or to safeword. Sounds are permitted, words are not. As you are aware, this is not an everyday thing; I am expecting your gratitude in return.”
The only goal in your mind was that fucking punishment. You were going to reach it, you were going to enrage him back and earn your win like the loser you are. And what better way to do so than speaking back? He was easy to infuriate, so you didn’t have to try.

Yes, you were that big of a masochist.

The belt behind your head unfastened and you were soon free from your speech prison. Your jaw was sore and actively aching, but what else is new? This was an everyday thing at this point.
“So? Is there anything you would like to say?” He massaged your bleeding thighs and it was a painful mess; your mind was tingling with the sensation of his fingers in your opened flesh.
A breathy moan escaped your lips as you tried gathering the right words.

“Pfft. So you want me to fucking thank you because you made me cum? Shit, It’s not rocket science. What’s next? Giving you a round of applause because you made me get a bo-” You wanted to keep spewing venom, but three digits in your mouth replaced the ball gag and attempted to shut you up.
“Just what do you think you-” He growled in anger, his words being cut off by a hiss when you bit his fingers with a great force.
The fingers were quickly removed and you chuckled. You were laughing at him, at the situation, at how your words could drive him mad.
He bit your neck in return without any care, you could’ve sworn his teeth dug deep enough to draw blood. You yelped and cursed him up and down, just to put more salt to the wound.
“You are playing with fire, Vantas.” He warned you, his calm and relaxed tone shifting to a dangerous monotone.
You mischievously swayed your hips, teasing his own erection through his leggings.
“Oh but you LOVE it. You like it when I don’t follow your stupid rules, you absolutely love it. It drives you crazy with need, doesn’t it? And I’m supposed to be the dirty one here? Huh, Kankri?” You were indeed walking on thin ice, but who cares? You needed the action and you knew he needed it too. He needs to unleash his anger, and you’re the best target.
You wouldn’t want his anger on anybody else anyway, not because he can’t control his emotions, but because he’s supposed to be yours and yours only.
You don’t share.

“Oh, so you are going to play this way?” In a matter of seconds, you were being manhandled to the carpet floor, landing on top of your thighs. Owie.
Your height difference didn’t help as he easily straddled you on the floor, his legs on top of yours as one of his hands pinned your back and the other threw your head upwards by harshly grabbing your dark hair.
“So you want to be a brat about this? Do you want a real punishment? I will give you a real punishment.” His voice was doing this breathy thing where he was so mad he stuttered, yet his voice still managed to send shivers down your spine.
Oh you knew he must be so turned on right now, because he was a sucker for power. Especially if he was fucking yours away.
“And THIS is supposed to make me stop? You’re an Ace, Vantas!” You challenged, explicitly flirting with disaster. You were trying to ignore the arousal between your legs.

Your victorious grin beamed proudly as you tried to look at him.
Your smile quickly faded when you saw that burn in his eyes that signaled danger.
The hand in your scalp tightened as he slammed your head to the floor, the loud bang being produced by your forehead on the carpeting. He waited a few seconds to see if he had gone too far, yet you only kept on encouraging him by swaying your hips.
The weight on your legs disappeared, which made you confused for a hot second; it was not until he picked you up with great ease and slammed you on the bed, back upwards, when you had a vague guess of what was going to happen.
You’ll give him credit for being strong despite looking so weak. Or maybe his strength was normal in a soon-to-be 20 year old and you were the weak one, because you’re just a teen, all bone, no muscle.

“You earned this.” There was a hand on the back of your neck that squeezed you until his nails were digging holes in the skin. While he kept you “under control” (you could shimmy your way out of his grasp, yet you didn’t. It was getting interesting, so you resorted to following his movements with your eyes.), he was searching for something in that one box with all of your utensils.
“Hands.” His talkative self shifted to an unfamiliar coldness, now only saying what's important, perhaps to get on with the objective as soon as possible.
Gee, and then you were the impatient one!
You were about to hand in your body part when he pushed your body closer to the headboard. You knew where this was going, so you extended your arms close to the headboard rail.

“Giving up, I observe.” He said arrogantly after clicking his tongue. A snapping sound was heard and now both of your hands were handcuffed to the rail; your back still exposed to him. The handcuffs were red and fuzzy, an item that he had picked exclusively for you. He claims red looks good on you, but it’s hard to tell when you’re blinded most of the time.
He picked up your legs and straddled them to his hips, your pelvis touching his thighs as he kneeled. They also touched some of your wounds which made you yelp.
The wounds were still bleeding, though not as much.
Your arousal rested between his thighs, excitedly twitching.

“You do realize whatever you’re going to do next will probably be totally vanilla in my standards, right? Do you truly fucking think I can’t take a spank or two? Your hands aren’t that strong anyway.”
Your head turned to look at him and you scoffed. He was an idiot if he truly thought spanking with his hands was going to be intense enough!
But your eyes expanded at the object in his hands.
He gave you a smug face as he calmly showed off the artifact: a very thick tawse

“Who mentioned hands? Ever heard of belting? I am certain you have, filthy slut.”
Things were getting serious if his voice dropped an octave and used vulgar language.
You giggled, not to make fun of him but rather to pretend that this was a walk in the park. You didn’t want him to know how anxious something like this made you, but you think he can guess (and exploit that fact).

“But, first and foremost, there is another tool I am craving to use.” You feel him shift around and search for something else on that box. Your eyes were strongly fixated on the box with incredible doubt. What else can he do? A buttplug?
You groaned in annoyance when you saw him retrieve that good ol’ metal piece he forced you to wear from time to time; your chastity cage.
It was an expensive, black painted metal cage done for your size. It was a love-hate relationship with you and the cage; you hated being denied, but also crazily loved it.

Those two sides were always fighting when it came to wearing your cage, but you never applied any sort of resistance when it came to putting it on.
Today was no different.

“Considering today's events, I find my choice appropriate. You are not going to cum, you have already done so without command.”
You only replied with a breathy “fuck you”.
His hands were skilled considering how ineffective your current position should be when it comes to caging you up.
He had a lot of experience with cages as he’d either wear them or force you to do so. He has this big sort of speech about being a celibate and chaste, proudly announcing it every time he can as he “does not indulge in forbidden activities before marriage”, yet here you are…
You love his hypocrisy sometimes; you love being able to ruin it at any given second. The sex was mindblowing, and you knew he’d stop if someone else learnt he did these things. Hence why you prefer mischievously giggling whenever he mentions it rather than telling the truth.

He lubed up your cock and the cage thoroughly and began to work.
First began your balls, which were pinned up and caged along your cock. He locked the device up and gave it a small slap to signal you that he was done.
It was done fairly quickly, and it was as uncomfortable as you remembered it to be.

You breathed heavily as he repositioned himself. He kneaded your ass for a while, probably exploring the territory he had already conquered.
“I will begin with the punishment. You are not permitted to cum –it is not like it will be easy for you, anyway– and, you must have to count every strike and thank me until we reach the goal of 15. Failing to do so will reset the counter.”
His mouth curled up in a warm smile and his tone was serene, most likely trying to hide his anger and excitement.
You were growing desperate and his big mouth kept running.
“Do not hesitate to safe word if-”
You cutted him off by humping on his knees and answering before he got the chance to finish.
“JESUS, KANKRI! LESS TALK, MORE SPANK! I ALREADY FUCKING KNO-”

A loud slap on your left cheek made you jump in surprise. It stinged like hell, the burning sensation felt too much out of your league. You were supposed to get slapped like this, 15 times and humiliate yourself?
Talk about a sadist.
“Make it 30. Do not challenge me or else the numbers will rise.”
Well, fuck your life then.

You hissed while your body recovered from the spank, tightly closing your eyes and hiding your face on your arms.
“O-one, thank you.” You managed to say before he whipped your other buttcheek.
“Tw-uhh” Two of his pesky lubed fingers made their way inside your ass. There wasn’t enough lube nor preparation, but you couldn’t care less. It was the pleasure-pain factor you’ve been craving.
“What was that?” He replied with a grin. Not that you could see his face as you dropped your head, but you could still imagine that cocky face.
His fingers moved in and out of you with a steady rhythm, occasionally scissoring you and stretching you.
Why?
“Tw-two… thank yo-u” Little gasps and moans pooled out of your mouth as he added another finger.
A new swat broke your pleasure trance.
Somehow he managed to smack you again and not hit himself? Or maybe he did harm himself? You weren’t sure.
“Three, tha-… ank you.” You looked at him with half lidded eyes when he removed the fingers from your arse.
There was the sound of a switch then constant buzzing, and you realized he was introducing a vibrator. He never said anything about a vibrator! It will be real torture paired up with your caged up cock and the hits, which appeared red.

He was not trying to hit your prostate upon first contact, but rather to place the object near it, so it was slightly vibrating by the side. Teasingly brushing the spot, yet not quite touching.
You bit your lips as a fourth spank hit your ass, then a fifth, then a sixth…
You didn’t start sobbing and moaning until you reached the fifteenth, that was done more brutally than the others before. It was until then that you realized you were halfway there, yet you were growing more desperate for more.
You stumbled in your words when trying to follow the command, only letting small oh’s, ah’s, and incomprehensible cursing. There were too many things happening, and while you haven’t fucked up in the counting (yet), you did find it harder to make your speech understandable.

Your whole body was red; red with blood, red with bruises, red with embarrassment.
You didn’t do anything else but cry and sob in between mewls of sweet pleasure.
You almost lost count when he quickly slapped you thrice in the same place. It made you drag a high pitched moan that echoed through the walls. You bet your neighbours heard it.
But on top of all, there was a growing desire to release again. To reach climax, to get to the pinnacle of satisfaction, yet you couldn’t.
It was a sweet edging between him lowering and intensifying the vibrator’s frequencies when he thought you were about to cum, his forceful spanks that raised purple bruises all over your cheeks, and that god damn cage that didn’t allow your erection to be comfortable.

You can safely say, right now you would rather get overstimulated and orgasm a 100 times than being denied so much.

“Thir… thirtymfhh, tha-thanngh… you” You were panting like a thirsty dog, your whole body was a mess; dignity far, far away from you. Everything tingled and throbbed in pain, your mind was fuzzy.
You sobbed as he shut the vibrator off and removed it.
“It was not that difficult, was it? You did better than I had expected, well done. I presume you have learnt your lesson?”
His hands lightly touched your back, caressing the flesh as if it was fragile, precious. Your whole body felt sore and hurt, you could not wait to take a bath and go to sleep; but there was still something pending.

“Cum. I-I want to cum. Please.” Is what you managed to say when he started uncuffing you. His hand did this thing where he puts his finger on his lips and pretends to think of an answer despite knowing exactly what to reply.
Your knees were weak and you almost hit your head with part of the headboard when he caught your body and pushed it close to his.
“Hmm…” He smiled while pretending to think, so maybe he was going to let you orgasm..?
He hugged from behind and let your body rest in between his and his hands.

“I do not know, Vantas. Have you behaved today? Do you believe you deserve to climax?”
Oh, so he wants you to beg.

You curse him harshly (in your mind).
“Yeeeeees..! I deserve it, I took my punishment like a champ, please, Kankri. I’ve been a reaaaally bad little boy, but I have learnt my lesson!” You tried to win him over by slightly bouncing on his lap and talking sweetly, just like he loves, because he adores feeling like he has some sort of power over you and you will loyally follow him like a puppy. From your part, begging was never taken seriously, but you had to pretend like you did.

He kissed your cheek.
“Maybe tomorrow. It is quite late and you must be exhausted.” You kicked your feet and complained like the brat he claims you are. You just hate injustice! You were leaking everywhere and were still so hard.
Yet you had to obey, and you did; you let yourself get picked up towards the bathroom, where he placed you inside the tub and cleaned your body with warm water.
You were anxiously playing with your fingers as the water ran down your body; he scrubbed your body to perfection and attended your wounds, gauzing them up once you were out of the water.

He made sure to make you feel appreciated whenever he could; he would carry you everywhere he went so you weren’t alone (due to your separation anxiety), feed you, bathe you, tuck you in bed… pay the bills as you obviously don't have a job and don't live with your father anymore...
Moments like these when you both came back to normal demonstrated how in love you both truly were.
It was far more than lust; it was genuine appreciation to one another. Your hobbies, your needs, everything.

You were dressed up by him and placed in your favorite pair of pajamas. You rested in the bed as a body joined beside you and cuddled you from behind. Kisses were being placed in your neck and you couldn’t have been more grateful.
Your arousal was soon to cease and shift into a comfortable, cozy, warm feeling. The one you always got when you were able to get babied and loved like no other.

“Hey, Karkat. I hope I was not too crude today. I let my anger take the best of me for the most part, and I apologize if I committed an act that was not of your liking and ended up harming you physically or mentally. Or both.” His head was nuzzling in your neck, you could feel him blinking and dropping his smile.
Tight hands were hugging you closer by your tummy, legs on top of yours.
“Stop worrying so much, you dork. I enjoyed it and that’s what matters. I… I love you quite a lot.” You placed your hands on top of his and massaged them.

Before you knew it, your eyes were closing on their own, drifting yourself to sleep.
Before everything got pitch black, you could hear him say “I love you too” in return.

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It was not strange to be in his house, this late, completing school work. In fact, this is something that happens quite often as you are in your last year of high school and they’re flooding you with useless group assignments. And while your classmates rotated their partners frequently, you were always stuck with the same special needs kid.
Not because nobody liked being with you (you hope) but because you are, supposedly, another special needs guy. You swear that is not true; you’re normal, you’re not like your work partner who doesn’t help in anything and is obnoxiously loud. Whatever type of mental illness he has you do NOT possess, so pairing you with him 24/7 seems to be driven by hatred rather than logic.

You always end up doing most, if not, the whole assignment without his help. He was passing his classes because of your hard work.
Saying you hated the guy was an understatement.

“CRONUTH, CRONUTH! HAVE WE FINITHED YET? I WANNA PLAY VIDEOGAMETH WITH YOUUU!”
His loud voice was like scratching a chalkboard; annoying, painful and frustrating. His lisp, which has been an issue his whole life, also makes your eardrums bleed.
Bold of him to say “we” when it was just you. He spent the whole day organizing some pokémon cards on the floor by number, color, and type. What a weirdo.
He began fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, probably nervous about your answer.
You tend to lash out when it comes to him, so his worried state is totally valid.

“No, Mituna, I haven’t finished yet. Maybe if ya’ were actually USEFUL, we would’a finished by now. Stop bein’ annoyin’ and let me complete the assignment, yea’?” Your crossed face says it all; you are angry at him. As if that wasn’t an everyday thing… You just can’t stand this kid.
But it is really satisfactory to watch his smile upside down and his head drop, the way he hugs his chest due to being confronted. You were glad he was not one of those kids who answered with violence. He was just a sentimental loser.

“I’m thorry.” He practically shouted (Jeez, he can’t control his volume or something?). Yeah, he better be.
You were back to the assignment when you saw him crawl somewhere else, probably searching for more cards or something. He was CRAWLING. Why can’t you be paired up with someone normal? Just whose house were you inside right now?

You pinched the bridge of your nose when the door at your left opened.
A twi- a very skinny, short, nerdy looking boy was resting on the door frame as he eyed you up and down. It was his little brother, Sollux, whom you’ve never spoken with besides a greeting.

He was wearing an oversized shirt with some random videogame you didn’t recognize stamped on it, one of his shoulders peeking out of the attire.
The shirt only reached about above his knees, which was definitely a choice considering he looked like he wasn’t wearing anything underneath (though you were sure he was at least using shorts).
It looked good on him –on a very cute guy like him.

What's more is that he was nothing like Mituna. From what you can gather, he is top of his class and a very skilled guy with electronics in general, whether it is using them, building them, fixing them, you name it.
He was a child prodigy, NOTHING like his braindead older brother.
You don’t understand what type of neurodivergence he has but it has to be different from Mitunas. Is that something that exists? You have no clue.

“Um. Cronuth, ith everything okay..?” You dozed off and stared at him for longer than what someone could consider normal. Oops. You hope he doesn’t have the ability to read minds or similar.
In comparison to Mituna, the lisp the boy held was not as bad. Or maybe you were biased due to your hatred.

“Oh? Oh, yes, yeah, my bad chief.”
You swore you felt sweat running down from your forehead. Why were you becoming this nervous at something so simple? Your mind worked in mysterious ways.
You fixed your hair on impulse and rested your body on your arms, your hands supporting your back.
Mituna returned to his original sitting spot with new cards, and it was just then he noticed his brother on the door.

“HIIIII THOLLUX!” The boy in front of you screeched with excitement and waved, and you knew for a fact one of your eardrums exploded.
Sollux only gave him a small greeting and smiled at him. A loving, warm smile that showed off how much he adored his brother no matter what.
You envied their brotherly relationship; your brother was a brat.

“Dad thayth that you can thtay over if you want. He eyed the athhignment or thomething, and thpoke about how lengthy it’d be to finithh. We’re about to have dinner anyway, tho come ‘round when hunger itches your thtomach.” The boy on the door fixed his glasses and closed the door in front of him. You wished he hadn’t closed it so you could see his ass walking down the hall.

“HAVE YOU HEARD THAT CRONUTH!? WE CAN HAVE A THLEEPOVER!” pesky hands grabbed your shoulders and rocked you back and forth with brutal force.
Needless to say, you did not want to stay over. But this assignment was worth 50% of your qualification and you were doing it on Mituna’s computer.
Doing it home wasn’t an option. Things were calmer and warmer in this household, contrary to yours, where everyone fought with everyone and the environment was very hostile. Hence why you always came over to the Captor’s.

They also always had waffles for breakfast and you were not going to miss an opportunity like that.
“Hooray… do ya’ wanna go eat sum’ then we come back to doing schoolwork? M’starvin’ man.” You gave him a fake smile as he enthusiastically nodded.

Mr. Captor was an excellent father that knew how to cook a vast variety of dishes, all of them done with inexplicable love that eradicated a cozy feeling you have never experienced before. Maybe because it was homemade and cooked with the genuine love of a father for his kids, and not a soulless Michelin private chef.

“We’re having pasta today. It might not taste as good as what you have at home, but I tried my best.” Mr. Captor was a very humble man and it showed. He also knew you were from a wealthy family, so it was not the first time he felt a little ashamed about what he had to offer.
Jokes on him, you much rather live with a family like them rather than your own.
You smiled as you sat down, the father grabbed your plate and served you a considerable amount of spaghetti.

“Ya better be kiddin’, sir! Your food will always be better than whatever I get at home. They ain’t even reachin’ your ankles when it comes to how delicious somethin’ so simple can be.” Sauce was being poured over the pasta and your mouth was watery. It seemed to also have meatballs, small tomato pieces, yellow pepper, green and red onions and parsley.

It was weird to begin eating without a prayer, but they weren’t that big on religion and you respected that. You weren’t either, but it was common for your father to force you to thank the lord before eating –when he was home, that is, which is once every blue moon.
“Oh, Mr. Captor, this is DELICIOUS!” You grinned at him as you finished your plate in one go. Mituna was also close behind, eating quickly while making a mess.

The only one who eats like a civilized person (besides the owner of the house) was Sollux, who seemed to eat slowly to enjoy as much of the dish as he could.
You noticed him peeking at you quite often, but you thought it was because of your animalistic eating habits rather than anything else.

Both Mituna and you finished your plates and waited for everyone to finish eating. It was something the Captor’s did (for some reason). You suppose it’s for respect or something, but no one was allowed to get off the table until everyone had finished eating. They also didn’t allow using any type of electronics at the table, instead favoring conversations between the family.

They were so close to each other you felt like part of their family sometimes, because despite hating being around Mituna, they were the only people to show you hospitality and love.

Engaging in conversations with the father was always fun, as he was an excellent listener and made conversations interesting by asking the best questions. He genuinely cared about what you had to say, something that rarely ever happened.
“You can get up from the table now, although Sollux and I will keep eating. That assignment seems complicated, better not waste any more time.”
You thanked him for the food and walked back to Mituna’s room, him sprinting back close behind.

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Finally, every part of the assignment was done. You felt a wave of relief go through your body as you saw you hadn’t finished so late. It was only 2 AM.
The lights were off and Mituna was peacefully sleeping on the top part of his bunk bed; you were told to sleep in the bottom part.

After stretching and turning off his laptop, you made your way to the bathroom. In vulgar terms, you needed to take a piss for quite a while now, but never took your attention off the school work. Your short attention span was something you hated a lot.
You made your way down the hall to the bathroom, when you saw Sollux’s room was open. That was strange… the kid always locked it and never let anybody step inside.

Curiosity got the best of you as you peeked inside the crack. It was all dark (obviously), the only light source being two big, unblinded windows in the wall in front of the door.
He had a rather big desk on the left side of the room with insane gamer equipment, a lot of consoles, a shelf full of nerdy shit and a stack of dirty clothing on the floor.
On the right side there was a wardrobe and his bed, where he was peacefully sleeping.

You didn’t know what possessed you to do it, but you carefully took a step inside the room and closed the door behind you.
He was resting with his arms under his pillow and his back facing the ceiling.
He wasn’t sleeping under his sheets, which made you see how he slept shirtless with the tightest little shorts you’re seen.

“Hey… Sollux. Are ya’ awake?” You knew he was a heavy sleeper, hence why it did not surprise you when you didn’t receive any answers.
Without thinking twice, you slowly made your way on his bed and straddled his legs. They were partially opened, so you sat on them.
Were you going to do this? Yes you were. You had been eyeing him for a while and this was the best opportunity, because you know he’d never love you as much as you love him. Sexually, that is.
He was still so pure, in his words “he didn’t have time for dating”, he never had the interest. Why would he want to date a creep who wasn’t underage like him anymore?

Your hands travelled down his back, following the path his spine traced until he reached the shorts. He was quite tall for his age, yet was so small in comparison to you. He was boney and you were pretty lean. Despite his lack of fat, he did hold a nice butt. Maybe it was genetics as you noticed Mituna also had one of his own, but definitely not as good as Sollux.
It wasn’t until you started kneading his ass when your dick decided to show signs of life. You were half hard and you hadn’t even begun.

Sweat ran down your body as you slowly started pulling his pants down. Not all the way out, but rather to make some space and allow you to spread his legs a little further.
“G-god…” you couldn’t help but whisper as you were hand to hand with his panties, which had red, blue, and black horizontal stripes. He looked so amazing like this.

You weren’t able to see, but due to the smell you could at least tell they were wet. Either that or he had horrible hygiene. That wouldn’t stop your plan anyway.
You heard his breath hitch when two of your fingers made contact with his pussy through the fabric. They were indeed soaked.
And when you dragged his panties close to his shorts, you could sort of see he had a cute, little unshaved pussy that made your head spin with need. The musky smell that came out of it didn’t help in the slightest, either.

A wet sound could be heard when, with two fingers, you opened the lips of his cunt. You bit your lips as you dragged two fingers through it, earning you another hitched breath and two sticky coated fingers.
You didn’t know jack shit about pussies, but this was definitely come.
He masturbated before sleeping and didn’t even clean himself.
Thinking about him masturbating while having you on his mind was enough fuel to drive you full of lust.

You listened to your impulsive thoughts when your head was in between his legs; you stayed there for a second just admiring his smell, which was so unique yet reminiscent of him. His muscles clenched in impulse when you started lapping the organ, slowly, to clean him up and avoid waking him up.
You wish you could go faster, you wish you could hear him scream your name, yet making it secretly without his consent was way hotter.

You savoured the sacred liquid, sometimes kissing the zone either giving it small pecks or full of make-out sessions.
It cringed you a little, but who cares, is not like anybody’s going to know anyway.
He definitely won’t, at least. His slumber is something that amazed you, he was receiving oral sex and was still snorting.
Sometimes he whined or his snorts got breathier; you were the reason for it.
This was the hardest you’ve ever been in your life.

And it showed once you stopped eating him out and went with the real deal; your pants and underwear were down to your feet as your erect cock twitched.
You pumped it maybe once or twice just to make it leak on top of his ass.

You needed to ravish him. This would be an honourable first time for both him and you, as you both were virgins.

Fingers were going in and out of his hole slowly and smoothly both thanks to his body fluids and your saliva. You need to make it enter without any issues, or else he’ll probably wake up and throw a tantrum. As if anybody didn’t want someone else fucking them on their sleep…

It took some time to line it up properly due to the bad lighting, but you managed to put your head inside and you were overwhelmed with pleasure. The arousal was coming in waves as you slowly entered as deep as you’d go, and you made your best effort to not emit any sound nor cum on the spot.
You weren’t so thick, but his legs were not being spread all the way and his tight cunt made you feel as if you had a kraken in between your legs.
“O-oh, baby… you… you f-feel so good…” You breathed out as if he was able to hear you.

Your mouth laid open when your pelvis touched his ass, you weren’t sure of the name of this position but it was kind of like a missionary but with being met with the person’s back. Your hands went straight to his flat chest for purchase.
Either way, it was still sex and you were enjoying every bit of it.

It wasn’t until you began moving when you realized how much you had missed out; jerking off was no match.

The subtle obscene sounds were the only thing heard in the room as his breath got more unstable. His insides clenched and contracted in your cock sending shock waves to your nerves. It was as if he was made to take you, his walls hugged your dick so amazingly you wanted to destroy it for everyone else.
You were pretty sure that was kind of happening as a 13 year old is not meant to take something like this, he was still developing, but who even cares about that when he was making you see stars?

Your rhythm was slow and steady just to make sure he won’t wake up. Every pistoning motion you did was dragging you closer and closer to climax. Maybe he would orgasm with you.
“You- you take it like… ngh, l-like you were born… born for i-it.” You whispered in between breaths, the unrushed rhythm tortured you slowly.
You felt him start shifting his head uncomfortably while whining. Was he waking up? You didn’t care. If you were inside it was only logical that you’d finish there. Maybe he can thank you tomorrow.

Another strong clench in his pussy was the last nail in the coffin to make you inseminate him hard, a strangled whine escaped your mouth as you filled him to the brim. You panted, and it was only now that you came back to your senses and realized how fucked up the thing you did was.
You fled the crime scene not before dressing him back and putting on your clothing as well.
This will be a problem tomorrow, right now you are busy thinking of the best sex you’ve ever had.
Thank the lord for a twink at your disposal like that.

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“Morning, boys! We’re about to have breakfast, do you want to tag along?”
The sudden light in the room made you grunt in annoyance. When you looked at the door, you saw Mr. Captor in a cooking apron and a sweaty face. Hell yeah, pancake time.

You were about to leave the bed when a loud thud startled you.
It was Mituna, who threw himself off of the bunk bed, face straight to the floor.
You almost got worried about his well being. Almost.
“Uh, yeah! We’ll go, give us five.”
You gave him a thumbs up and he closed the door. Man, what was with Captors and closing doors?
When you helped your friend off the floor, he sprinted like a jet propulsion to the kitchen. You followed him calmly.

When you got to the dining area, you saw Sollux sitting down with some pancakes and egg on his plate. He was smiling, looking at his brother as his father gave him some food.
His smile turned upside down when he saw you. Aw, shucks. You smiled proudly and greeted him, asked him how he slept, basic conversation starters.
He dryly shut off all of your attempts at small talk and stared at the food on his plate.

Maybe the sentimental thing was a Captor thing, as Sollux stormed off of the table with his hands on his eyes, crying.

Chapter Text

Pretty lace bows decorated your ponytails alongside some purple clips on your hair. Instead of a shirt, there was a tight tank top with a stuffed bra over your chest, and you had a great pair of striped thigh-high socks and long, fingerless gloves because he likes those kinky things. But the star of the show was your itty-bitty pleated skirt and everything that laid underneath.
You took a spin in front of the mirror and saw how your skirt flowed, making your purple thong be slightly visible.
You’d be so hard right now if you didn’t have a ball-cock cage on you.

“You look tho good. My little princethh.” Through the mirror, you saw your boyfriend step into the room as he spoke to you. He hugged you from behind and laid your hands all over your body, but more specifically focusing on your hips and pelvis. You felt his hot breath on your exposed neck and watched as he kissed you everywhere near that zone.

Dressing up differently from how you usually do was new; not only that, but it being so revealing made you realize how much you enjoyed this. And it initially, was not your idea, but your boyfriends.
Small butterfly kisses were running through your body, his display of affection going as far as kissing your calves; he wanted you to feel loved and appreciated in every part of your core.

“I love you tho much, more than you can ever imagine.” His body pressed behind yours and his hands hugged your waist tight. His dazed sight in the mirror, the way he hid his face until all you could see were his orbs and his affectionate words let you know that this was not driven by lust, but rather true love. Because everything he did, even if it ended up in rough intercourse, was driven by love. He could transform something so dirty into a new experience, one you always ended up enjoying because it was with him and no one else.
Playful little fights were nothing compared to his sentimental moments, where he opened his chest and poured all of the blood his heart pumps in your hands.

He was human, so were you. And even something as humiliating as becoming his sissy didn’t make you feel bad with yourself; it made you embrace what he loved the most. And that thing was you.
Genuine you.

“Eri, baby, what’th wrong?” His face went from tenderness to concern in a matter of seconds. Make-up ran down your face, your mascara and eyeliner being the main suspects of letting him realize you were crying. The tainted black water fell from your cheeks to the floor, your eyes were puffy and red due to the chemicals and strong emotions. Your mouth slightly gaped let out little sobs.

“Hey, it’th okay, I’m here. C’mon Eri, look at me.” His hands were now on your face after he positioned himself in front of you and tightly hugged you. Your foreheads were touching, noses close and lips a little further. You sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed. It was like a thunderstorm that couldn’t stop even if the sky had run out of clouds.
“I… I l-love you so much, S-Sol” In one swift motion and after a lot of sniffing, your arms wrapped around his chest and your head was crying on his shoulder. Your hands gripped his shirt as if Sollux had a due date. You were happy to be alive.

“Oh you dumb fuck, got me thcared there.” A smooch was placed on your cheek and a hand was quick to pet your head. When he laughed, so did you; the situation was far too funny to not do so, because it just so happens that you remembered you were still dressed up as a pretty girl.

“Do you want to thtart or do you want to lay on the bed and cuddle?” Hmm, decisions, decisions. You closed your eyes and everything else in the world disappeared but him. He was still there with you, his arms hugging you lovingly with no shame and his soothing voice being a reminder that you always had a choice. Because unlike the partners before him, Sollux always made sure you were comfortable, appreciated, and treated you like an equal.

“Can we cuddle? Let’s keep this for… for another time, mayhaps..?” You avoided eye contact by turning your head to the side and looking at a random object in the room, not because you didn’t want to see him but rather as an involuntary trauma response. You still weren’t used to being allowed making desitions of your own and not get jumped because of them.

“Of courthe, Eri. Anything you want.” His lips met yours; he took your hand and redirected you to the bridal bed, where he plopped to the side and let you a space close to him.
He spooned you nice and comfortably, and you both were quick to fall asleep.

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“No, Cronus, we are doing things my way. We had an agreement.”
Fighting him and his sassy voice was not worth it; he was right. You promised you’d give him this, that you’ll grant his wishes as long as it meant getting laid. His celibacy was now a thing of the past; you wouldn’t consider someone a celibate if they were naked with a man on top of them begging to fuck them faster.
Well, you were that man on top of him, and you were really desperate to take things where they should be: quick, rough and pleasurable.
But he wasn’t like that.
“I was not built for that” you can recall him saying. Excuses, excuses, you say. Just because he is short, chubby, and has a short dick doesn’t mean he is not “built for that”. He IS built for that. To bottom, at the very least.
And he was bottoming indeed.

Your hands were on either side of his head, those dark curls of his moving with every slow thrust. That tan skin and his little freckles around his big, red cheeks seemed sculpted by gods themselves. And the part that you loved the most; his body. His adorable tummy that you loved hugging, his pinchable man boobs and his gropeable ass were everything.
His face, uninterested, seemingly not feeling any sort of pleasure was a polar opposite of yours.
You were practically panting, crossed eyebrows with tight shut eyes, highly sensitive and begging to go faster, because you needed to feel it. To feel him, to know you’re doing good for him, to hear him moan and scream your name like the brat he is.

But he loves ordering around. It is only natural that you follow his commands.

“Baby, please, please… don’t be like this please.” It was torture. You were frustrated, of course he was telling you to go as slow as a turtle, and even if you loved being directed around, this was consuming you from the inside. You tried your best to keep the pace and not go berserk, however you were close to your limit.

“No, Cronus. You will be told when to switch gears, but as of now, continue slow and steady. I want to get used to the feeling before you take it up a notch.” He sounded stern, maybe with a little bit of pleasure bubbling at the back of his throat.
All you could do was whine in frustration and follow his lead.
He promised that you would indeed have intercourse with him whenever it was wanted by both parties, but that there was no way that you would dominate him. Top him? Sure. Dominate him? Oops, try again, you’re crossing that thin line.
Whatever, at least you were still fucking him. It’s better than nothing.

“Cronus, cease moving.” You instantly did. Your dick was stuck halfway in, you didn’t know whether to remove it or push it all the way in. You bit your lips trying to figure out what you did wrong.
His eyes were half lidded and there was a big smirk portrayed in his face. This was going places you didn’t want them to go, because knowing Kankri, this meant he was probably going to say something you wouldn’t like. That always made him smile smugly and teasingly.

“You are excellent at following commands, keeping the pace I tell you, stopping when you are told. So obedient, are you not?” He giggled while his cheeks tinted red. He wasn’t the only one with hot cheeks; the key difference is that it wasn’t only your cheeks but your whole face.
He knew you adored praise and was exploiting it, even if it meant treating you like a brainless idiot, a needy whore, god himself, or all of the above.
“Kanny…” You sheepishly replied, your dick still hardened and waiting to be allowed to get back to work.
He just shushed you as his fat hands went straight to your face, caressing your face with love.

“Cronus, I have recently purchased something I think will be of your liking. Consider it a present for our encounters.” Sparkly eyes met his relaxed gaze. If you had a tail, it would be wagging uncontrollably, because it was not often that Kankri bought you a gift. And lucky you, it was exclusively for intercourse (at least he made it sound like so). His hands went straight to your scalp and tangled his fingers on your greased back hair, his tittering being more present.

“Go retrieve it. It lies inside that drawer; search for a medium-sized, flat box. Purple wrapping, white ribbon.” He pointed toward the last drawer on your shared wardrobe. How come you’ve never seen it before? That’s where you both store your underwear.

You pulled out of him and jolted to the drawer. It was weird to feel his eyes on your naked rear, but it was not the first time. Something about the gift made you nervous, although anxious is a better word. If he saved it for today, then it was definitely something dirty; quite unusual for a self conscious, pure guy like him. And even if you can consider yourself an expert on this field, you still had no clue what it could be.

You came back to his lap as fast as you left and uneasily held the present in your hands. The sparkly purple wrapping shone with the light’s contact. You could guess he had picked it because he knew it was your favorite color.

“Open it for me. Cautiously, do not ruin the wrapper nor box.” Were his commands, and you obliged. After a nervous sigh, you slowly peeled off the wrapper. The bitch had ripped due to the glue, but it’s okay because you didn’t mean to. Your hands were pretty sturdy anyway, being careful proved to be difficult; he should be aware of that if he decides to bark about it.
You set the sealing paper aside and went for the cardboard box, which was easier to open.

“I hope you like it, Cronus. It is something I was looking forward to trying. What is more, I pondered about it as a way to keep exploring our relationship –our dominance and submission. Understand the present as a form of undenying our bond. I suppose what I am attempting to say is –I love you, and trust you enough to get through this new experience with me.”

Your lips curled in a smile as you saw the contents of the box: A purple, leather human-sized dog collar with a leash, golden buckle, D ring and a dangling tag with a “K” engraved on it. The collar appeared to be truly expensive, as it even had some special engravings that looked gorgeous on the purple color.
You were perplexed, to say the least, but also eager to try it. Millions of fantasies started running through your mind, making you grow desperate to put it on and letting him lead you.

“Place it around your neck as tight as it can go.” His hands were behind his head, his body relaxing on the comfortable bed as he observed you carefully. Legs wide open, showing off his erection like eye candy. Every movement of yours was savoured by his attentive eyes, never daring to look anywhere else but your body. That fact made you feel loved as you buckled the collar on your neck, going tight enough to hurt but not leave you breathless. The leash was soon attached to the piece as well.

“Good boy. So mannered, so well behaved. Hand me the leash.” The praise travelled through your nerves right to the tip of your cock, which was now eagerly twitching in arousal. Your mind was foggy and could only repeat his words over and over again, not registering anything else from the outside world.
You were left speechless, stammering, darting your eyes anywhere in the room.

“Does praise get you this dumbfounded? You are gorgeous when you are docile and not a total –excuse my language– asshole. The leash. Now.” He was not being rude nor cold about it, you instead felt a strong warm feeling going through your system. “Love” some people may call it; you just know it as being extremely horny.
He extended his hand and you instantly obliged, giving him what he had commanded. In a matter of seconds, you were tugged forward landing on all fours, the leash pulling your collar uncomfortably; his face, now centimeters away from yours, had a shy, satisfactory smile plasmed. God, you loved this guy.

“With this collar, you now agree that you are my possession, my pet, perhaps even an object, destined for my own pleasure. You will follow my orders to the best of your capacity because I own you.” Light speed was no match to how fast you nodded while he was speaking. Sure, you were dizzy afterwards, but being needy and an attention seeker was your forte.

You were tempted to break the tension and attack his pretty lips, however you knew you shouldn’t act unless he tells you to. You don’t have a choice, you just follow his needs. You are alright with that.

“Demonstrate how much you adore me. Go animalistic, do not even think of tuning it down. You have earned it, yes? Go on.” Dangerous hips swayed like the sea, and needy legs were wrapped around your waist. Every word is a command, and this one, by far, was your favorite.

You didn’t even think twice before slamming back home as brutally as you could. His uninterested façade from before was being torn apart by delicious moans, the sound of skin slapping and insane bed creaking.
He was definitely getting what he wanted; erratic, uneven, desperate, rough and violent. Of course you wouldn’t tune it down, not even a notch. You do indeed deserve this prize, the prize of fucking his words out of him snd make him see stars.

And that goes without saying how tight his ass always was, because it viciously clenched around your length like it didn’t want you to pull out, just stay.
Your own set of anguished sounds were mixing between the other already existing sounds.
All the while, he was tugging your leash without letting you get away from him, not even a centimeter. He wanted you close because you were his, he chose you to be his, he wanted you to be his. And, right now, that was all you were; his.

“OhmygodCronus- YES! K-KEEP HITTING THERE..!” His voice cracked as he loudly screamed. The tip of your dick was succulently brushing –if not, touching– his prostate, and you gracefully didn’t do otherwise than keep hitting the familiar spot. You were panting like a thirsty dog, violently grabbing his waist with your claws moving him up and down, going in and out. The rhythm was not something to keep track of anymore, you just know “go harder” is a shared thought.

You felt that familiar tingling in your hypogastric region that signaled how close you were to painting his insides white.
“Kan… Kan-kri I- I’m gonna… fuck I’m gonna-” Your eyes shut tight trying to hold it in, because not being allowed to cum unless told to was not a new thing.
You wish he could tell you sooner, but he seems more busy chewing on his lips, gasping for air, arching his back and grabbing the bedsheets in pure ecstasy.

“Oh, In- inside, Cro-ngh-us, cum.” As prehistoric, vulgar, and needy as it sounded, it was more than enough to let you slam in a few more times and fill him with your seed, earning a loud scream from both, totally in unison. You rode out your orgasm and he was not far from releasing as well; white liquid painted part of your torso and his whole abdomen.

Gasps for air were the only thing heard. This was by far the best sex you’ve ever had, no doubts. The best part? It was with your hot, bossy boyfriend. Life doesn’t get any better than this.

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Your sturdy hands held his hips firmly against your pelvis, your erection deep inside his arse as you creampie-d him. You kissed his pretty lips to muffle his screams of ecstasy, because as much as you’d love to hear him, you must not wake the neighbours.
The mutual huffing and puffing did not cease until a few seconds had passed by after climaxing. It was only natural that you both were left exhausted, mainly due to the lack of stamina for the chosen speed. Hence why you both stayed face to face.
“K-Kankri… god, just… wow- who could’ve thought the church boy had it so neat!” He was below you, radiating comfortable heat through his skin. His reddened face flaunted a sharp smile, almost mocking you, but you knew it came from a place of love. You both liked to tease in and out of bed anyway.
The click of your tongue and your lidded eyes had him wiggling his eyebrows playfully, which was followed by your very own hum.

“Hey! I was PRAISING you, but do as you wish, Sir talk-a-lot.” Oh he was not getting away with that half assed joke.
You crossed your arms and sat straight as you scoffed, your frown was prominent, yet still held a relaxed gaze.
It was clear that if he hadn’t had his arms tied up, he’d be relaxing them smugly behind his head. Gladly this was not the case.
“That is indeed rich coming from the only one that was speaking. Howbeit, as of now, how are you feeling? Are you thirsty or hungry? Tell me your needs. Nevertheless, I will make sure to clean you thoroughly as soon as I am able to.” Comforting fingers were tracing circles where your grip once was, allowing him to ponder and relax under your touch. His arms struggled under the bondage and it wasn’t until then that you realized he was still binded. Thankfully this was the only equipment you both used; oftentimes he is full to the brim with all of your toys and tools, yet today he only had his arms tied to his back.

Compared to you, it had always been easier to move him around where you needed; he was small, lightweight like a feather, although he wasn’t the skinniest person on earth. Hence why it was simple to rotate him and leave his back exposed.
“The ropes were not too tight, were they?” You softly spoke and you started loosening up the knots, which had left visible (but temporary) marks all throughout his arms.
There was a naughty smirk plasmed on his face, and before you could overthink it, his hands forced your head to smash with his, attacking your lips with gratitude and desire.
You returned the kiss, although you also let him pin you down and take control. He was practically moaning as he ate your mouth with his love. The kiss had a lot of teeth, but you both couldn’t have been bothered enough to change it. You just know he has been waiting long enough to return the favor, even if it was as small as a kiss.
It wasn’t until his cheeky tongue tried to get inside your mouth when you forced his deed away. Not because of uncomfortableness, but rather due to the fear of a new boner.

“There is semen dripping from your arse. I feel it on my leg.” You cringed and he chuckled.
“Whose fault is this again? Right, mine, because cum naturally comes out of assholes. Mother nature doing her ordeals once again! Could I get a fucking round of applause?” You knew his sarcasm like the palm of your hand and it never ceased to annoy you sometimes. Despite how exasperating it could get, it still remained as one of your most favorite traits of his.
“Before you keep attacking any further, allow me to get us cleaned, yes? Come on.” You shimmied your way out of the bed and grabbed a clean set of underwear and pajamas for both. It was a matching set of silk pajamas that were crab themed; long sleeved shirts & cozy pants with black and red decoration. You used the red set with black crabs and he used the black set with red crabs. It looked gorgeous on him, this was one of the best clothing items you’ve ever commissioned; all thanks to the best tailor in town, your dear friend Porrim.
Curious eyes followed you around, watching you enter and leave the room.
The thing that made it ten times funnier is that you were both naked, so it was a tad bit silly to enter a room and see your partner peacefully sitting on the bed with no clothes on.

Once you prepared the water (extremely hot, you both liked it that way) and placed the clothing nearby, you went back to your shared room and carried him bridal style.
“I can walk on my own, you numbnuts. You always have to be so extra, there’s nobody around!” He pouted and crossed his arms, his face darting somewhere far from your chest. He could pretend he hates it when you baby him, but you are certain the relationship would go to the drain if you ever stopped doing so. Besides, it wasn’t to achieve any standard, it was just to show him how much you adored him.
If there was only one parachute in a crashing plane, you know you’d let him save himself before anybody else, even if it meant your death.
“It is not called being extra –it is called taking notice of your partner’s necessities, so that they have no inconveniences when it comes to being a functioning human once again, in view of the fact that you roughly pounded his rear a few minutes ago and worried about him not being able to walk.”
His grip on his arms tightened as he stared at you dumbfounded, not believing something like that came from your mouth. You gave him a sheepish smile in return. For once, Karkat was at a loss of words. One point for you, zero for him.

After reaching the bathroom, you took a step into the half filled tub, your boy still in your arms. You sat down and he quickly scurried to your chest, positioning himself in between your open legs letting your chest hug his back. You removed the tub's stopper and opened the faucet, allowing the shower drop water on top of you.
The temptation of kissing and biting his shoulders and back was too much to resist, and you were only human, after all.
Feverish pecks trailed from his cheek to his back, and you were so eager to show him how much he truly meant to you that you forgot the actual purpose of a bath.

He let himself drown in your display of affection, tilting his head sideways to allow you access to his neck. The water running was a great addition, but the bill was going to be a bitch if you stayed any longer.
You hugged his precious body with greed, because despite being a guy with a friendly demeanor, you still wanted everyone away from him. He was yours.
It seems silly to think that way when there’s nobody around but you and him, but you still want him to get the memo. Nobody will go beyond their ways to show him how much they love him like you do.

“Kankri, are you going to cleanse me up or are you starting foreplay? Sheesh, you have it worse than me. Haha!” You were going to voice your complaints, but his mouth awkwardly met with yours and it was more than enough to shut you up. You departed from the kiss and sighed.
The shampoo bottle was on your hands and you squeezed a good amount out of it. Cleaning your hair was not necessary, but you liked to kill two birds with one stone.
You scrubbed his scalp with your hands, carefully massaging with the tip of your fingers to not hurt his head. You are naturally elegant with your movements, always have been soft when it comes to these sorts of things so actually hurting him was highly unlikely. Still, you couldn’t take any chances.
His head was still relaxed on your shoulder, which was definitely an uncomfortable angle; but he can do as he wishes, you don’t mind.

You then went after the body wash and cleansed him thoroughly with your red sponge, just like you always do. No dirty spots were missed.
The body soap had a nice cherry and plum smell to it; you both agreed it was delicious, so much so that you refuse to use any other that isn’t similar or that exact smell.
It just so happens that you remembered you had to clean his anus as well. He hated feeling that he still had spunk inside, it was one of the things that could drive Karkat to the verge of tears. Oddly specific, yes, but you respect his desires. He’s just a little-too sensitive to a lot of things. This was one of them.

“Allow me to open your legs further, please. I want to hygienize you in and out.” You marked your words with a kiss on his shoulder, and he complied better than you thought.
The tub was a little small and didn’t leave a lot of room for him to do as told, but he still spread them as further as he could. The attempt was appreciated.

His breathing was picking up when your hands made their way closer to his rear. With your free hand, you massaged his left thigh in hopes to make him calm down.
Two of your fingers entered his anus and you swore you heard him hitch; you still worked your way through the organ and scraped off all of the residue. There wasn’t a lot to clean up; after all, most of it was probably lost somewhere in his colon, but you still removed as much as you could, always taking notice of his reactions just to not harm him accidentally.
His walls were clenching on your fingers like they didn’t want them going anywhere else but inside, which made it a little hard to appropriately remove all that was due, but eventually you got it done.

“You can exit the tub now. All that is left is for me to properly clean myself and I will join you in bed.” Your grip on him loosened, yet he was not going anywhere.

“Fuck you if you think I will leave you to rot in your lonesome. You cleaned me up, so now I will make sure to return the favor.”
You smiled as he departed from your chest and looked at you face to face. You threw your head forward and allowed him to scrub your head, then cleanse it. He was a little rough, yes, but that was just Karkat. He was like that and you loved him for it, even if your head was being thrown around abruptly or there was water entering in your ears.

Once your head was cleaned enough, he squeezed a good amount (if not, too much) of body soap and spread it on his hands, soaping every part of your body as he could.
Unlike you, he didn’t use sponges. You think he wants you to think it’s because he doesn’t want to touch your scrubber (despite you letting him use it), when in reality you know it’s just an excuse to touch your body.
He also adores pinching you (for some reason), so he does at any given chance. This was one of those chances. He picks on your chubby arms, thighs, cheeks, but his main focus is always on your tummy. For whatever reason he just- loves it a lot. You cannot comprehend it, but you won’t judge him for it.

You had better things to worry about anyway, like not getting a boner.

“There, as clean as a newborn.” He sat on his knees and admired his work; your wet, dark wavy hair all over your face and cleaned body (with some pinching marks left behind). “A newborn is not technically clean, Karkat. If anything, they are extremely dirty due to the fact that they are usually coated with either amniotic fluid or vernix caseosa; or both. Mayhaps even blood.” You crossed your arms and he rolled his eyes. Muttered a “whatever”, then helped you out of the tub.

You helped him dry his hair off with the blowdryer, then he did the same to you. It was part of your bathing ritual, just like everything else that was done. And after dressing up in your comfortable pajamas, you took his hand and walked him towards the kitchen, where you gave him some water and leftover brownies you had baked yesterday. Who knew they would come in handy?

“Thank you for… everything you do, really.” You heard him whisper. Both of his hands held the water glass firmly, hiding his face in between sips. You recognize he always struggled in the sentimental field, always being awkward, oftentimes only knowing how to respond teasingly to displays of affection. This was progress that will not go unnoticed.

“The pleasure is mine, Karkat. If anything, I should be thanking you for letting me stay in your life after… well, you know.” You rested on the kitchen counter as your eyes darted to the floor, fingers tapping on the cup you were holding. What had happened –no, what you did to him– was a forbidden topic amongst the twoof you, yet you always find yourself coming back to it.

You regret it a lot. You hurt him, broke his trust and stole his innocence, yet… if it weren’t for it, you wouldn’t be where you are today; his body hugging you every night, his rare but beautiful displays of affection, his laugh, his face… you wouldn’t have seen any of it. Your relationship with him was as strong as ever thanks to a teenage mistake.
You bet he would still be living with dad if it weren’t for that one night where you sinned without him noticing. Him nor god seemed to notice, because you bet he would punish you if he ever learnt.
Who wouldn’t, anyway? You were that guilty.

As soon as those crystal droplets left your eyes, there was a tiny body hugging you, gripping on your shirt like his life depended on it.
“Don’t ever fucking bring that up again. Don’t. I don’t want to see you cry.” His body tensed up around yours, his head well hidden in your chest. You knew he was crying; your shirt was getting wet.
The realization hit you like a semi-truck.

“No… No, Karkat, y-you just do not comprehend the… severity of it. You were only thirteen.” Your head was on top of his, hiding your face on his ruffly hair. The fruity smell wasn’t enough to distract you from the current wave of emotions. It seems like yours wasn’t enough to distract him either, as he moved your head to see you face-to-face. His reddened face and pink eyes made you feel disgusted with yourself; every tear was your fault. Your fault, yours, because you hurt him before and seem to never cease doing so. Because of incompetence, because of hypocrisy.

“You better be fucking… kidding, you were 19, and so, who cares!? T-the only thing that matters now is that I am happy by your side, so stop throwing a pity party and listen to me carefully!” His voice arose in despair while he ugly cried and sniffed his way to your heart. You were gobsmacked, watching him patiently trying not to break down. He spoke with such a firm tone that you, Kankri Vantas, for once, was willing to listen to whatever idiotic thing he was about to spew.

“It was NOT a mistake. I consented, so did you, it was something we both agreed on. End of the story! It got us here, I love it here, I love living with you, you go beyond your ways to cheer me up and make me feel loved. So tell me, WHY are you still crying about this fucking thing when it granted us a happy ending!? Be for real, Kankri, you’re such a… such a dummy sometimes, okay?” He hid his face on your chest once again, pouring his heart out for you to realize that the feeling was mutual. Of course there’s regrets, but… he was right, it was something you both agreed on despite you initially forcing him. If he thought that he wasn’t straight up abused, then good for him; it would never be the same case for you.
Yet you didn’t do anything else but stare at the wall and pet his head.

“You need rest.” The words came out of your mouth rather impulsively. Maybe they had gotten carried away with the time again, and now Karkat would not have enough rest for school tomorrow. Senior year was no joke if you didn’t sleep enough for your classes, and you didn’t want him to keep missing lessons due to his tiredness.
Before he could reply, you picked him up and walked towards the bedroom. He clinged to your figure like a baby, which was exactly what he was to you; your baby, your child. He is 17, almost an adult. However you still see that 13 year old full of despair and fear.

It had been such a long and exhausting night.
You both lazily cuddled under the blankets and awaited a new day.

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He tells you that his bark is worse than his bite, but both seem pretty dangerous at this very moment. Not only is he teasingly (but desperately) letting you know everything he wants to do to you, but also has both of his paws all over your body; mouth oscillating between talking and sucking hickeys on your neck.

And oh, it was working you up so wonderfully, the douche may have a small mouth but jeez he does have sharp teeth. He knows that and he likes exploiting that fact, because after every hickey comes a bite.

“Gee, Karkat, dethperate enough?” You wanted to act nonchalant, but things were getting heated and it was hard to ignore. You know he picked it up, because the thighs that were straddling your lap clenched; his hips gyrated hungrily with lust.

“We- we’ve not seen each other for days and YOU have the balls to call me desperate? O-of course I am desperate! Sorry for missing your… your stupid voice a-and, well, that’s all.” His face seemed to have a mixture between fury, sheepishness and libido, all the while his hands travelled around your torso like it was the first time you ever saw each other.

You know he doesn’t want to admit nor say out loud that he missed the whole of you; if he only missed your voice then he’d be forcing you to give him a random videogame monologue only to hear your lisp, not sitting on your lap moving like he craves for sex.

He wouldn’t be the only one if that's the case. You’re getting pretty impatient.

“Yeah, thure, you only mithhed my voice.” A hand went straight to his erect cock and squeezed. “If that’th true, then what’th thith?” He let out a small gasp, yet he didn’t stop moving; he preferred to use your hand to his advantage.

His nails dug deep in your shirt, most likely tearing holes and piercing your skin. Sharp; he was just like that all around. From his pointy, disorganized hair to his ankles.

You loved this douche with such a burning passion. Either that or the burning feeling were the remnants of Karkat’s nails on your back.

You couldn’t tell and that was insanely hot.

“Fuck, KK. Can’t wait.” In one swift motion, you grabbed his hips and pinned him down on the bed, his legs wrapping on your hips for purchase. If he wanted to, he could easily flip you and straddle you again as he is quite bulky and strong, yet short. He never ends up doing so because he loves it when you pull up a great brawl.

You didn’t think twice and attacked his mouth.

It was a little awkward to make out with him as your chompers have always been bigger, but you both made it work; his tongue was past your lips and fought for dominance. He knows you don’t give up easily, but in the end you always do. You just liked submitting to him that much.

His tongue danced blissfully but still hungrily with yours; he grabbed a handful of your short hair (rather scalp) and smashed your mouths together like his life depended on it. So the fucker wasn’t content with just marks on your torso, but also your scalp?

It was so arousing you had to moan on his lips.

And then he pulled out. You were a little confused; you knew you hadn’t done anything he doesn’t enjoy, so why was he departing?

Your questions were answered as the panting guy in front of you ambushed your lips once more, this time making sure to nibble and bite on your lower lip rather than actually kiss.

Oh, the fucker.

You felt a metallic aftertaste when you swallowed saliva. It was as clear as a sunny day that he did it on purpose, just to leave more marks in the worst places possible. What would your dad even say? “Son, good job for getting laid with a man in my house despite telling you “do not have any sort of sexual encounter in your home!”. You didn’t have your lips bruised when you both first entered your room, and Karkat was just “your very, veeery close friend!”.

This was far too risky, but who gives a living dick anyway?

“KK, my dad ith not thtupid. He will notice.” You breathed out when you departed from the “kiss”. Your tongue pressed on the red, slowly becoming a purple bruise and saw how it was still dripping blood. Well, it seems you will indeed have some explanations to do later.

But that is not important right now.

“Good. You know why? Because I want everyone to know you’re already taken. I don’t want ANY boy, girl, or whatever, approaching you to ask for your number. You’re mine. Got it?” His face made it look like he was dead serious, but you couldn’t help but laugh out loud. He could be so consumed by his romcoms sometimes he forgets what is normal during sex and what is fantasy material. His face was red, not really comprehending your reaction. After your wheezing, you gave him a quick peck so he wouldn’t freak out.

At least he tried, you’ll give him that. You made a mental note to tease him about it later.

“Heh, all yourth KK, no doubtth.” A leg on his crotch punctuated your words; he groaned trying to cover his mouth with his hand, his head being thrown back due to your skillful knee.

Quickly, you removed his legs from your waist and sat on his lap, your ass over his wood (you could feel it, holy shit). By nature, his hands went straight to your boney thighs, and firmly stabbed them once you began doing circles with your hips. Those will definitely leave marks, just like everything else. Although they faded pretty quickly, you love watching the leftovers and remembering the night. “F-fuck, Sol… stop being such a- such a tease.”

You mischievously chuckled at his begging. There was a loud whine when you pressed your hips closer to his pelvis, almost roughly. His nails were getting places you didn’t want them to go; it was now that you realized you shouldn’t have removed your pants, because his stab was dragging blood. A normal human being would be turned off and would ask to stop, but no, you are Sollux Captor and you indeed love when pain gets combined with pleasure.

It wasn’t until then that you decided that enough was enough.

While on his lap, you started removing your shirt, making sure to give him the best show as he had front row seats. You felt his dick twitch with excitement when your chest was fully exposed. Somehow he always gets gobsmacked about your flat thorax as if it was the first time he ever saw it. “Do you like what you thee? Huh, KK?” Your taunt was sufficient to drag one of the neediest whines you’ve heard from him.

Your hand went straight to one of your nipples and played with it; it appears as if it was the straw that broke the camel’s back, because he grabbed your waist and pinned you with your back on the bed, fighting with your mouth once again. One of his hands cupped your cheek, and the other grabbed your waist steadily –you tend to “get a little bit silly with it”, A.K.A: moving a lot just to prove he’s not a 100% dominating (although he is). By grabbing your waist, he avoids your tease and getting flustered upon first movement.

You hand’t noticed when his mouth left yours and darted to attack your left breast, the strong short circuit that his mouth managed to create alongside new stimuli in your cunt thanks to his thumb left you dazed. You usually aren’t this sensitive; you must be really needy today. He sucked and bit on the nip deliciously, making some sounds escape from your mouth.

Your brains were scrambled eggs at this very moment, so much so that you didn’t notice your room’s door opening.

Karkat didn’t seem to notice either.

“Look! I can recall telling you they were fornicating! Or, er, on their way to. Are my claims believable now? I hardly ever am wrong.”

The euphoria wore off like being thrown a bucket of ice cold water. You both were paralyzed in place, his hands still all over your sensitive areas and mouth occupied, though not biting nor sucking. Just scared.

Your eyes darted towards the door and you saw Kankri and your dad. Fuck. Kankri was leaning over the doorframe, calm, probably giving himself high fives for being right once again.

And your dad looked pissed off. Fists ready to punch, teeth clenched and a very, very red face.

Oh well. Karkat is most likely dead.

“Out of my house.” He spewed with disgust. It was until then that Karkat departed, muttered a “I’m sorry” and sprinted away, bumping with his brother harshly (accidentaly, you believe).

You gave your father an awkward, nervous smile. “Surprise?” You said, still almost in the nude, body all bruised up. Kankri covered his eyes and left, probably for the best as he was truly red faced. He still had some dignity, you appreciate that.

“Sure, just a friend. No more, no less.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. A disappointed father was not what you were expecting to see today; such a shame it was due to a rookie mistake like being too loud or not locking your door.

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“Yeah, so, the plan is for you to go grocery shopping. We’re low on milk, eggs, some greens… Well, the list is more extensive. Here, keep it.”

“Dave. There’s a dildo in my ass.”

You wanted to see through his maddening sunglasses and stare right at his eyes, yet you were met with the stoic face of a prick who wore such an item during fall. He couldn’t POSSIBLY be thinking this was a good idea, could he?, because keeping it kinky is always fun, but publicly? You were conflicted. It did sound exciting, however, YOU were the one in the delicate position. This was getting ridiculous, although he did promise a great reward. You hoped it was something else than “my love and affection” –that answer did not cease your anger last time he promised a recompense.

“I promise I will be merciful. I mean, probably. Just think of the possibilities of finding a third party, like, “hey! I’m also kinky like that! Do you want to share your sub?” And I’d be like “sure thing!, what's your number?” And you’d be whining and complaining with the high pitched voice you do when you get angry but secretly enjoy it saying something like “UGH! DAVE!”. You know?”

You were in awe at your partner’s response. Yeah, you have been discussing being three or more when it comes to intercourse, but this was straight up humiliation –which is something that, oh fuck, was top number one in your kinks. He knows how to get on your nerves so much and he enjoys it; you will definitely not get offended at his poor interpretation of your “bitching and moaning”. Like, at all.

You wanted to bark back, but that will only prove his point of your glass-shattering voice. You bit your tongue and grunted, you swore you saw your nose fuming. His response was a subtle smile and a thumbs up. What a douche.

“FINE! Whatever, let’s get this done with. But just Target, capishe? No running to Ihop or some other idiotic place like that.”

The bridge of your nose was being angrily pressed, and a new, subtle buzzing sensation in your ass was made present. Yes, you were really going to do this. And he was probably going to enjoy every last bit of it. The vibrations weren’t as bad –you are used to worse– but they could still be felt. He was controlling the intensity via bluetooth on his phone, which was indeed truly convenient. It is less weird and more subtle than actually holding a remote control. Something inside of you yearned for the vibrations to not be heard. Your ass could only muffle up to some extent.

You both walked out of the car anxious but thrilled to bits. It was a first timer to something as public as this, so it was safe to say the two of you were anxious. You were constantly fidgeting with your oversized sweater’s cuffs (purposely big so that you can hide your arousal) and he tried to act as stoic as ever, although you could notice his façade was slowly crumbling. It was also a little uncomfortable to walk with something stuck on your anus, but you were glad it wasn’t as big as you’d expect him to go; it was long enough to reach your prostate, though it was only slightly brushing it right now.

Mayhaps if he takes it to the maximum level, you’ll be a trembling mess all over the floor.

Right now, you were picking up a shopping cart and entering the store, the intense lightning blinding your sensitive eyes. Thankfully, barely any people came to Target on Monday evening, so it was you, a few workers, and even lesser customers. The whole store smelled clean, kind of like if a whole bottle of lubricant was used to clean the floors. Or maybe you were just traumatized with that smell.

You both never actually spoke during any of this; you were concentrating on appearing as a normal couple that went grocery shopping, which seemed to work as nobody really batted an eye… until Dave started intensifying the stimulation. You were placing some eggs on the cart when the vibrations went from 2 to 6 in a rampage, lasting for a few seconds until it dropped to 2 once again. Your ass clenched and jolted upwards by impulse, eyes crossed and shut tight as your teeth pressed together dangerously.

You were right. If he made the vibrations stronger, it would without a doubt reach your G-spot. It was delicious, and the emotion only increased when you remembered you weren’t in the comforts of your house, but rather a public space.

You could only whine in embarrassment when he softly chuckled at your response.

And that’s how your evening was spent; every time you grabbed an item, walked to an isle, crouched or went on your tip-toes to get an item (because yes, he was only following you, his job was to torture you), he would escalate the vibrations hazardously just to pester you, humiliate you and see you lose your mind in an euphoric state that kept being denied. Probably the worst moment of the day was when you couldn’t find his favorite brand of apple juice and he forced you to endure level 7 vibrations until you found it. Not only that, but the stimulus got you truly dumbfounded. You couldn’t properly concentrate on the given task, so you spent about 10 minutes searching for it while trying not to climax on the spot. Hard task for some people, average Monday for you.

“Would that be everything, sir?”

“Y-yeah… yeah, how- how much money?”

Your hands were steadily on the counter, eyes slightly lidded and legs crossed. He was behind you watching you lose your shit, forcing you to speak, observing with great caution every little thrust or involuntary move you gave away. All of your groceries were ready to be picked up, all that was left was to pay. Needless to say, you were NOT counting. This will go to your card for sure.

You have been stimulated for so long even small vibrations made your brain matter dissolve, now imagine speaking to someone during it. You gave the cashier your fakest of smiles, yet you are certain he knows something is up. Maybe he’s too afraid to ask –what he doesn’t know can’t kill him, anyway.

“...right. So, it will be $69.12, cash or card?”

“We’ll do cash.”

He was calm, as stone-face as ever. A polar opposite from you; your enraged state should be studied because you were hiding it pretty decently, your only giveaway being your head slowly turning to give him the most horrible of death stares. Fucking Strider. Hands quickly ran to your pockets seraching for money, yet that also seemed like a difficult task at the moment; the pleasure was too much you couldn’t even properly get your hands on the fabric.

Maybe it was pity, or maybe he wanted to get home as quickly as possible; slow steps echoed on the half empty building and a hand was placed on your waist, dragging you closer to him. A big amount of money was placed on the counter (which definitely was more than 69 dollars) and the cashier was told to keep the change.

If you weren’t in a public space, you’d be attempting murder. It was still appreciated, though.

“Uh. Is he okay?”

The cashier glared at you with worry on his eyes; you nodded, which was a very obvious lie. Your face was red, you were sweating and your eyes almost appeared to be crying. He answered for you saying that you indeed were okay and that there was nothing to worry about.

And just to humiliate you further, he sent the vibrations to maximum level, making your forearms fall on the counter and your body collapse in front of both of them. Your hips jerked backwards and your head was hidden behind your hands, a small whine ran away from your lips. You couldn’t help keeping the performance anymore –it felt so good and so wrong at the same time. So much so that you stopped trying ro resist your climax and came all over your pants, untouched. You dug your claws on your scalp as you huffed and puffed. Both remained observing you, the unwanted attention turning you on rather than off.

The vibrations were not stopping.

Your head shifted to look at his face, and for the first time in your life. You saw him smiling innocently. He knows what he’s doing. Being overstimulated was not on your bingo card, but you’ll take it. The sensations were going straight to your nervous system, making you see stars; you were trying to be quiet about it, but your mouth had other plans. Mayhaps it was better to get going, though. The cashier stared at the two of you with disgust plasmed on his face.

The hand on your hip walked you out of the store, not before forcing you to give the cashier your goodbyes (which came in the form of a breathy and whiny “bye”). He never returned the gesture, it’s not like you were expecting him to do so anyway. He was as stiff as a statue.

It wasn’t until you both arrived to the car that he ceased the torture, saving you (or denying you) from a new orgasm. Exhausted, you sat on the passenger seat, spreading your legs due to the sticky mess between your pants.

“The reward better be worth it or I’m ripping your throat with my teeth.” You warned, still breathless and shaken up. Eyes stared at you profusely, and a naughty smile creeped up on his face.

“The reward is… Aaaaall my love and affe-” you cut him off by making him eat your fist.

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You never thought you'd have your boyfriend's brother pinned against a wall, but here you are you guess.

There's always a first time for everything, and, supposedly, you are his first. For someone as romance-obsessed as him, it's such a shame that his purity will get lost due to a quickie. You both have been eyeing each other subtly; he sparked your interest just as you sparked his, so it was a mutual thing. The interesting part is that you were dating his brother. Are you truly going to indulge in cuckoldry while Kankri is taking a shower?

Fuck yeah you were.

His arms were around your neck, just like his legs were crossed on your waist. For your fortune, you've always been a strong guy, so lifting your boyfriend was no issue. Now imagine how lightweight Karkat feels, knowing he is a little skinnier, smaller and shorter; he's younger by 6 years. He IS legal, though. You've been waiting for his 18th birthday to arrive, which funnily enough, it was last week. Kankri loved it when you visited his family, so today's encounter was fairly easy. To your surprise, Karkat was way simpler to convince. All you had to do was "hey! Me, you, quick sex over there?" and he was already putty in your hands.

The fact that you were 24 is off the matter. He's 18, he's an adult, who fucking cares.

"Enjoyin' urself ova' there?" You whispered in his ear, his hands shakily grabbing your shoulders. One of your legs steadily pressed on his crotch to force an answer, and you were met with a soft mewl of ecstasy. He was as hard as wood; you cannot judge him because the same applies to you. He, in general, made you so horny it was unbearable. Some sort of release was needed immediately, and Kankri could never remedy that because he is not the man you truly want. He is your way to actually get the man you want.

If things go as planned, every new year's eve will be terrible; but they'll be compensated with his pure heart.

His room was as comfy as it could get; if it was owned by an angsty, rebellious teenager, that is. Black walls, grey carpet floor, a big comfortable bed, a lot of posters about some romcoms you've never heard of and a desk with a laptop. Truly cozy. If this was going to be fast, then you'd have to go right to the main course. Absolutely no complaints; you've never been so glad your boyfriend takes ages to shower.

"Darn it, let me take my pants off." He spoke softly, as if his brother could hear him through the sound of the water running. He ceased his grip on your waist and you carefully dropped him to the floor; he went on his tip-toes to try and steal a kiss from you, but he still fell short. The sound of a belt unbuckling reminded you that you also have to remove your pants to do the devil's tango. Your pants and underwear joined him on the floor, and you were quick to rev him up the wall in no time. You wanted to see him fully bare, but it's better to not risk it for a biscuit this time. The least you wanted was losing precious time.

"Well, yer smooth, ain'tcha?" Despite mocking your way of speaking, his words and gentle laugh still sent butterflies to your stomach. Well, it rather sent them straight to your manhood, but the intention is what counts, right?

"Fuck ya', chief. Makin' me real dirty ova' there." Your forehead pressed with his and you may or may not have pinned him even rougher towards the wall; your dick was between his rump, his belly scrunched between your body and his. The room got hotter and hotter as you both breathed the same air; it was never this hot on winter, and it appeared as if you were making a new fucking ecosystem.

"Now THAT'S funny- don't mind if you do!" He shone a challenging grin as he moved his hips teasingly. This was his first time, so why was he biting the hand that fed him? He better not tease you any further, because you're known to lose control rather quickly. All he has to do is ask his brother, Kankri'll surely tell him --if he hasn't told him yet, that is. Maybe he got interested in you because of that fact, and he's challenging you to see if you'll be as resentless as you are with Kankri.

Awesome train of thought, Ampora. You were growing even more desperate at the thought.

"Don't bite more than ya' can chew, kiddo. Yer no expert, everythin' at it's due time, ‘kay?" Before he could answer (most likely cursing, you're sure of it), you started making out with him. He was not a good kisser at all, but there's nothing that a good Ampora can't fix, whether your car or kissing abilities. The kid was still trying his best, sucking on your lips and tangling his tongue with yours, so you'll give him cookie points for that. Reassuringly, your hand went straight to his cheekbone and caressed it romantically, so at least there was still another feeling than just lust.

"God Cro-- just-- put it in-- not a hard task--." He spoke in between smooches, obviously tired of your tease. He was as anxious as Kankri, that was an adorable detail you just picked up. You have his dick a pump or two just to make him stop whining, because you knew he wouldn't be a big fan of your answer.

"Chief, we ain't got no lube." He groaned exasperatedly. The fuck had just bit him right now? He couldn't be that desperate... it was starting to get slightly on your nerves.

"Oh my GOD, Cronus. Breaking news! I DON'T CARE! Fuck me senseless, alright? Don't be acting all innocent because Kan has told me up to every small detail. Rearrange my organs or some weirdo shit like that. I bet you'd love it if you could, wouldn't you?"

Oh, this kid was dead meat.

Nothing ever has got you this frisky, not even the lame whines of the person showering at this very moment. If he wants to be animalistic, then you'll make sure he won't be able to even speak. You're a man of your words, anyway, and you believe actions speak louder than them.

Both of your paws went on either side of his glutes and separated them, attempting to stretch his rear thoroughly so that your cock would fit it; his breath hitched in surprise. Right, your dick; maybe the boy didn't correctly look at it or its length, but you were no shrimp. If anything, you were a whole kraken.

But if he wants to be cocky, then he shall be your guest.

You went to pound town with no previous prep nor lubricant. It was a little uncomfortable, yes, but you bet you didn't have it as bad as the kid; just when you slammed home, he let out a guttural scream of both pain and euphoria that you had to muffle with one of your hands. That little prick... if Kankri had finished bathing, he would've heard the scream. The walls were pretty sturdy and the shower was as loud as it could get, so you prayed he wasn't able to hear him scream.

You didn't let him adjust. Instead, you opted to ravish his virgin hole in and out with no remorse --just like he bitched you to do! He had such a tight little hole it was absurd; his ass was not just a cake, it was the whole bakery. All in all, you could only sit back and enjoy how greatly his ass fitted with your dick. His nails dug deep in your shirt and you swore you saw his toes curl, because the mixture of the aromas, sounds and feelings quickly became too overwhelming. It was the best sex you've ever had, for sure. It was wonderful to see how he let himself get abused with no end, loudly whimpering in indulgence.

All because he heard a thing or two and probably wanted to appear as "mature" as he could. He thinks he can take it all.

You were leaving some visible marks here and there, but once you felt your head rub that sweet spot and heard his ragged moans, you looked straight at his face. He was a hot mess. His expanded eyes showed a blurry gaze, which darted towards somewhere in the ceiling; pearly white tears and sweat were made present on his red face, just as his mouth hung open stammering some indistinguishable words.

You weren't even close and the boy in front of you came hard. His cum splattered and stained the few clothes you still had on.

It was decided: you were going to overstimulate the shit out of this teen.

The hand on his mouth went towards his cock and jerked it off with the same quick pace you were fucking him. It wasn't until now that you actually felt your orgasm creep up due to his clenched ass and jerking body making wonders down there. Your gaze was still fixated on his wonderful sex expression, which now had drool added into it. You were taking him over the moon, and you were certain he wanted you to pull out and let him breathe; but if he wanted to take it like his brother, then so shall be it. The key difference is that Kankri was louder when overstimulated, whereas Karkat had no voice to speak. He was lost in a daze full of lust.

After a few grunts and weird movements, you came inside, still fucking him to ride out your peak. He was trying to ride out his orgasm too as you made him cum for a second time. With your last bit of strength, you grabbed him and sat on the floor, never pulling out. The room was filled with the best of smells: pure sex. The so-called adult breathed heavily as he hugged you quite tightly. Just to make sure everything was at least decent, you gave him good ol' head pats.

Maybe the most off putting thing here was that Kankri was still fucking showering. Living with him and paying the water bill must be considered torture.

Chapter Text

What's a lonely boy to do during Saturday night? Going to the gay bar is the only answer.

It seems shitty to spend every Saturday searching for a new fling, but when night is young and you have no self control nor respect, it is the most appropriate scenario. The tl;dr is: you're lonely and horny. A man has his needs, you believe. Although you don't really know if to be ashamed of being a regular at the bar.

Contrary to popular beliefs, you, Cronus Ampora, at your 19 years of age, get more sex than any of your peers. Admitting it's man-on-man action is another story, as most of your friends tend to be really homophobic; they don't buy your story of "yeah, I always go to the bar and get chicks" because said chicks hate you (and you're more than satisfied with it). The guys at this bar don't hate you, though. They ADORE YOU. You still can't grasp if it's because you're good looking, funny, young, or the combination of all three. But a fling is a fling, they're fun and not serious.

But they've been disappointing as of late.

You often switch, however you enjoy bottoming more than topping (it's just sitting back and letting someone use your body, been here done that). You think you have an awesome eye for spotting tops, and you do! They end up accepting quickly, but... they're too small for your liking. 5 inches? Really? Is that all you've got? You can at least fit, like, 7 inches at best. You suck it up and still fuck them, but man, it truly gets depressing. It doesn't even stimulate you as much, and they still try to go brute or fast and it's just not doing it for you. Biggest turn off in history.

You should start checking their junk before doing small talk, although even you know that's in truly poor taste.

You felt lucky today, though. Maybe you'll find someone new! That seems exciting. You were in the most submissive of moods today, even wearing a big butt plug just in case you were fortunate, but still no bottoming from the top; just bottoming. No top. Your unlit cigarette fought for its life while staying on your lips as you strutted down the street. The stars were beautiful today, shining as bright as ever. Was that a signal? You hoped it was. It’s cold, too, but your leather jacket always stays open, no exceptions.

You walked in the bar and was met with those familiar dim purple and white lights. The bar served more as a club, even having a dance floor; you just call it a bar because you always spend time at the bar itself (and that's where you find the best hookups). The music was good though. You sat on a bar-stool chair in front of the counter. The bartender, Dirk Strider, was one of your closest friends; he introduced you to the bar, your new home, which he was the owner of. His small business of hopes and dreams became a hot spot for men all around town (and even outsiders!). You swear you'd give your life for him, because ironically enough, he's a lifesaver.

"The usual?" He gave you a soft smile while he cleaned a small glass cup. It was interesting to see him clean the drink glasses so early, but you think it's due to the fact that the place is packed today, although it could also be because you always like to come after 12 pm. "You know it!" Excitedly, you replied. The unlit cigarette was removed from your mouth as you scanned the room to see any new faces. It seems as if there's nothing new, which is a shame because you don't like repeating hookups.

"You already know the price, Cro. Enjoy your vodka on ice." The drink was placed by your side and you were quick to chug it down. You just needed some alcohol to start the night, but you were not aiming to get drunk. Last time you had sex with someone while drunk was a total disaster. A lot of vomit on the poor guy's apartment and unwanted secrets that came to light made that night hellish.

You lent Dirk your card (your dad's credit card) and told him to keep the change, which was something stupid to say because he could withdraw the exact amount of money.

The drink must be working.

The door opened and you spotted a new face; he was older, much older than what you usually have. From what you could decipher, he was tall and lean, almost muscular. He had dark hair with the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen: they were amber bright, something you don't usually see. He was wearing tight pants and a button up shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his arms. You could tell he was hairy, because despite shaving his beard, his arms gave him away. The best part was that big bulge in his groin. It answered all of your most important questions.

Yes, you have found a new victim. Today is your lucky day for sure.

"Hey handsome." You didn't know if that was too straight forward or rude. You don't know how to actually flirt with someone that looks triple your age. Still, you tried to do what you did with every other cat that walked in and sat down; you approached them fixing your hair, showing off your hips and, if you could, your ass too. This also involved a very careful voice tone that you have practised tons of times in front of the mirror. You used to do finger guns but they're long overdue.

The man had just sat down at one of the free tables and you were already all over his space, sitting in front of him without asking. You should probably ask.

"I hope the seat's not taken" You lustfully looked at him up and down, that button-up shirt was a cotton prison for what lay underneath. It needed jailbreak as soon as possible, but you weren't going to rush things. He looked at you with the same expression, his forearms resting on the table as he spoke. "Not if it is for you. Although, what business could a juvenile like you converse with a senior like me?"

This guy was reminding you of someone. The way they speak, the way they look like... you couldn't quite grasp who.

"Pfft, as if. Ya' aren't ev'n THAT old... ya' don't look like it." He does look old but you were not going to blow this up. He clicked his tongue, probably in disbelief, and slightly tilted his head. His half lidded eyes were everything you needed to know at this moment, you still couldn't get over how gorgeous they looked.

"How foolish of you to believe I am that easy. I came searching for people closer to my age- may I ask your age?" Oh fuck. Telling him you were 19 was not an option if he wanted people his age, because how old even was he? 60? This was a little fucked up now that you think about it thoroughly.

You still desperately wanted to get laid though.

"Oh, trust me, I'm suitable for what ya' lookin' for. The fact that I'm young doesn't mean I don't have experience. Besides, yer unresistible." He says he's not easy, but you got him blushing upon first flirt. "But what is a 24 year old to do with a guy in his 40's like me?"

Your name is Cronus Ampora and you now identify as a 24 year old.

"With that eye-catchin' face’s hard to stay moral. Same applies to what'cha packing down there." You may or may not have licked your lips thinking of taking his whole size on your mouth. If god was real, then you'd be having this old man as dessert. You wiggled your eyebrows in hopes to get your point across. His response was a big, cheeky laughter that warmed your heart and belly.

"Oh now, do not make me wheeze. It is biting more than you can chew, hence why I was looking forward to meeting someone older. I do not doubt your skills, but I fear I can not self-restraint once you give me a taste... unless you are looking for that?" He gasped at your intense nodding and repeated "yes". If anyone was needy in this bar, then it was definitely you. It did not shame you to admit it.

His flushed face expressed that he was reaching a consensus in his head; whether this was a good idea or not. Just for measure, you made sure to give him the biggest of puppy eyes. The tap of fingers on the table distracted you from the loud music, only focusing on his answer. It kept you at the edge of your seat. This ought to be the best dick you've had in months.

"I must admit, you are good at luring your victims in. Follow me, my house is just around the block." You swear you felt tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. FINALLY, after so long, you were going to get what you wanted, what you deserved. When he stepped up and started walking outside, you were quick to go beside him and grope his ass (which was prominent and soft, you wondered if it was the gym routine or genetics).

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When he mentioned a house, you thought of something small, cozy and warm where he lives on his own. Instead, you were met with a two building, spacious home with a big garage and an even bigger backyard. This guy looked really humble, how did he even get a house like this? Anywho, you both talked during your short trip and it was wonderful! You learnt he used to be a priest but due to some personal issues he dropped his vows --although he still keeps god close to his heart. This was the first christian person that did not yell at you for being gay; why would he critisize you if he was also gay?

As of now, he's the leader of a well-known healthcare organization and wins a shit ton of money because of it. Explains a lot.

"Please keep in mind –my kids are currently resting, and whereas they do not have school tomorrow, I would appreciate it if we kept things low."

Kids? Holy shit. Were you getting in between someone's marriage? That's a mess you didn't want to be a part of, especially because of your father and his popularity. Samuel (as you learnt that's his name) read your face and came to the same conclusions as you.

"Oh dear- no, do not worry, I am a divorced father of two, currently single. I would never drag somebody into this big conflict.” The nervous look on your face quickly washed off and you sighed in relief. You followed him directly towards his room, which was on the second floor. When going up the marble stairs, you saw a bunch of framed pictures with babies, either on their lonesome, together or with him. No signs of the mother; mayhaps he took those down.

Behind a pretty wooden door lies his gorgeous bedroom (just like the owner); grey walls with a decorated roof, a lot of furniture and a queen sized bed. The room had red and black colors all around, making it cohesive and pretty to the eye.

“On the floor, dear.” He commanded while locking the door. You excitedly obliged, kneeling in front of the bed waiting for him. Once he was done, he gave you a mischievous stare. “Being ordered around is your forte, is it not? You seem to fancy it.” His shirt laid on the floor as you observed him unbuckle his pants. His chest was hairy and muscular, better than you had imagined.

“Yeah chief. Do as ya’ wish.” A pool of emotions drowned you whole when he grabbed your arms and folded them behind your back, binding them temporarily with his buckle. He ruffled your dark hair as he sat on the bed in front of you, and suddenly life became easier.
You couldn’t help but notice the size of his bulge trapped in his pants. It was a big tent, so at least it’s guaranteed that you’ll be eating what you have yearned for so long. No words could explain how much you wanted to see this man naked and devour him whole.

“Undo my pants.” That strong german accent could be compared to nicotine due to how addictive it was. It made wonders in your pants, at least. Without a doubt you followed his command and tried undoing his fly. It was not your first time in this position, but it still didn’t make it any easier. First came the button, then the zipper.

“Attaboy. Allow me to do the rest.” It was getting so hot in the room, you didn’t know if it was your arousal or the house’s temperature. And just like that, his pants and briefs were away, leaving the man naked in front of you.

Holy shit.

Your eyes went straight to the dick in front of you. Of course he was hairy (it’s a trend, at this point), but you weren’t expecting it to be so large. Sure, it was going to be big, but this went from a revolver to a shotgun in a matter of seconds. Paralyzed (in a good sense, you believe), you observed the erection lustfully; you needed your mouth all over that. And just when you were licking your lips and getting ready to attack, he grabbed your chin, tilting it so that your eyes met his.

“Too hungry to wait, are you? Is this what you imagined of our meeting? 9 inches –and perhaps more still.” His half lidded eyes expressed both sensuality and malice, his smile sent excited goosebumps throughout your body. At this point, your mouth was salivating with delight; this was definitely the best treat ever. You will never understand people with low (small) standards when it comes to their own pleasure. Go big or go home they say, until it’s actually big and they go home.

Does that make any sense whatsoever? Hard to tell when a dick is being shoved past your throat.

And thank goodness you were used to having your mouth fucked by monster-sized dicks, otherwise you’d be choking on your own saliva. He wasn’t even all the way in and you still felt full. You knew how to deepthroat this fucker, and while Samuel was slowly directing your moves so you don’t actually hurt yourself, it wasn’t enough; you needed to go faster and deeper. Maybe he didn’t want to do it because he was still afraid, however that soon changed as your tongue wrapped on his shaft and you applied such a suction that made your movements totally worth the following slam.

Your mouth became his fucktoy; he never lied when he said he couldn’t resist his impulses –the strong grip on your scalp, the violent bobbing and the obscene sounds said it all. He let weak praises gather on his mouth, and he spewed them trying not to tangle on his words. “Be-behaving so well. So well for- for me.” Your attempted nodded was cherished when he thrusted his hips alongside your head. You swore you felt pre pouring down your throat. Your cock was rock hard and begged for attention; it was starting to ache.

He forced your head out after some minutes of deep hammering, huffing and puffing after such an euphoric moment. Your jaw was so fucking sore. “So immaculate, so… perfect. Taking this forward is the answer; I now command you to recoil on my member until I climax.” Apparently formalities are still needed even if you’ll be bouncing on his cock; he was still grabbing your head, though he began petting it lovingly.

You gave him a big grin in return, knowing damn well your lips were swollen and you most likely ingested more than one of his hairs.

“Don’t gotta’ tell me twice, boss. But I’mma need help ova’ here.” At first, he was skeptical about what you meant, however he got the memo once you swayed your binded arms. “Oh! My apologies, please stand closer so I can assist you.” You obeyed; stood up in front of his open legs and watched as he carefully removed your lower clothes.

He took his sweet damn time doing so, you believe it was to take a better look at your body. “Pardon my tongue, but your body is exceedingly sexy. I can assume you get a lot of affairs, it would certainly not amaze me if that were to be the case; a very decent size indeed.” He grabbed your manhood, perhaps out of curiosity or pleasure, and you couldn’t help but jerk your hips forward.

“Heh. Ain’t no 9 inches but does work as intended.”

“Oh you douche. Come here and love me already.”

His playful answer was full of affection, and you didn’t want to do more than comply. Hence why he removed your butt plug and swung his way upon command. You shoved yourself deep in one go; you both grunted, though yours was more of a whine. Probably should’ve used a condom, lube, or going slow, but right now you’ve got no fucks to give.

With expanded eyes and a gaped mouth, you began trying to adjust to his length. It was extremely humongous for you, and maybe too much to handle (yes, even for someone as length obsessed as you), so you gave yourself and him sweet time to get used to the feeling of a dick invading a tight hole. You were going to bounce on that dick like your life depended on it, even if it burned like hell because your ass wasn’t as stretched as it should’ve been.

And you did.

You were breaking the shit out of that millennial, forcing the most deplorable sounds out of him when it should’ve the other way around. You can't complain, you didn’t hear him moan when you were sucking him off. Needless to say, you had truly missed out a lot.

Your bounces weren’t steady, but at least they were fast. It was kind of like jerking him off with your ass but not quite –isn’t sex just that? Wanking somebody’s meat with your ass? Anywho, that promise of “please be quiet” was long forgotten, as you started to let out quite interesting loud grunts, the sound of skin with skin echoed loudly, and his groans became the most popular sound in the house. His hands were on your ass trying to guide you, but you went to your own rhythm; you were not going to disappoint, no sir.

Before you knew it, your ass was filled up with his load, yet you didn’t stop moving, mainly because you hadn’t finished yet and his dick was marvellously bumping with your prostate. He was truly dozed off, his eyes darted to the ceiling and you just knew he couldn’t register what was even happening; he was drooling and panting while his hands trembled in your ass.

You got off of him once you stained both of your bellies with your seed.

And while others would enjoy a bit of aftercare, the two of you were exhausted to even step out of bed.

Sleeping half naked and dirty was the way to go, definitely.

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A morning kiss woke you up. It was from him, who appeared to be all dressed up and polished, contrary to you who was still naked, tied and soiled. “I must get to work now, however feel free to use my bathroom and get breakfast downstairs.” You heard his footsteps go away while you were still sleepy, although the idea of breakfast filled you up with energy.

After 5 minutes or so, you decided to get out of bed and throw some clothes on. Something about using somebody else’s shower was a tad bit icky, though you truly needed a bath.

Who cares anyway? There’s probably nobody home.

With that thought in mind, you dressed up and ran downstairs where you were met with a boy you thought was familiar. He was preparing some pancakes, most likely to himself. “Heya chief. Care to share some?” You began speaking.

Your blood ran cold when the boy turned around, seemingly more shocked and afraid than you.

“Kankri? What the fuck are ya’ doing at Samuel’s house?”

“What are YOU doing at my father’s property? How do you– wait…” Your classmate replied, then dropped the cooking utensils to the floor due to sudden shock.

“WERE YOU THE ONE COPULATING WITH MY FATHER!?”

You hid your face in embarrassment and absconded back to Samuel's room, where you locked the door and pondered about your life choices.

At least you had fun.