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Puppyboy!Ness who you found on the street, tail tucked between his legs and ears flat against his head; the look on his face was as if he had been abandoned by some horrible person, collar nowhere to be found.

Puppyboy!Ness who was absolutely ecstatic when you told him to come home with you, his tail wagging and nose brushing your hand with a smile.

Puppyboy!Ness who was actually rather obedient when you gave him a bath later, and he had this cute smile on his face the whole time.

Puppyboy!Ness who was so excited when he saw his new collar — it was pink with a few blue roses here and there — and his tail thumped against the floor when you clipped it around his neck.

Puppyboy!Ness who sits there on the floor and between your legs every time you brush his hair, occasionally tilting his head to look up at you only for his head to be pushed back down so you can keep brushing his hair, a pout forming on his face.

Puppyboy!Ness who absolutely refuses to sleep in the bed you bought him, and instead sleeps curled up right next to you in your bed, soft tail brushing your legs.

Puppyboy!Ness who loves it when you have days off from work so you can spend the whole day cuddling and watching movies.

Puppyboy!Ness whose favorite part of the day is that time of the night when the house is quiet, and he ends up underneath you for hours.

Puppyboy!Ness whose other favorite part of the days is right after, and you give him the best aftercare in the world, then cuddle with him while stroking his hair until he falls asleep.

A/N: writing this instead of my unfinished essay due in less than six hours anyway I LOVEEEE puppyboy Ness

© strxwberrycreampuff 2/27/2027 do not steal, copy, or feed my work to ai

𐀔 hate sex w / alexis ness

ness smiled down at your shaking body, he had you folded like a pretzel, one leg thrown over his shoulder and the other being held open by a firm grip on your thigh.

“you look prettier like this..” ness whispered, a dreamy smile painted on his lips. he leaned forwards then, you could see all of him. you were surprised how he still looked so sweet despite fucking your guts into soup.

your plump lower lip was tucked between your teeth, head thrown back as you tried your absolute best to make it seem like you weren’t enjoying this. “shut up..alexis..” you groaned, nails clawing at ness’s back, digging raw scratches into the pale unblemished skin.

“that’s not what you say.” ness pouted, wrapping a large hand around your throat not enough to choke but enough to steal your breath before you realised it was already gone. his thumb dug into your pulse, feeling it flutter under his grip. “use your nice words, c’mon.” he cocked his head to the side, his hips slowing down their pace.

“fuck you—” you gasped, ness frowned even more. “you are.” ness grinned that shit-eating grin. “guess i gotta fuck some sense into you, schatz.” ness resumed his earlier pace, but this time he was going harder. faster. plowing you into the mattress.

you gasped at the sudden roughness, “you know i was really thinking i could be nice with you, maybe sweet talk this attitude outta’ ya.” ness’s hands left your throat to pinch at your pebbling nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. “but you’re just such a dumb little brat.” ness faked a sigh. sitting up on his haunches and grabbing both of your thighs and wrapping it around his waist.

“you forced me to do this.” ness held your hips lovingly, but the way his hips pistoned in and out of you were the stark opposite. the way his cock plunged into your dripping cunt making you leak juices all over the sheets, ness noticed that and he smiled again, this time wider.

“you’re being such a little bitch, but look at how your cunt’s leaking all around me. sucking me in like it doesn’t wanna let go..” ness panted, your pussy fluttered around his cock at his words. you couldn’t admit you were liking this.

“mmgh—’lexis—” you babbled, it was hard for you to form coherent words when you were getting fucked so good. “mhm? gonna quit being a brat now?” ness’s thumb moved to brush over your pulsing clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

“you had an attitude with me just to get fucked stupid, that it?” ness grunted, leaning forwards to sandwich you completely, burying you into the mattress in a mating press.

“nuh—ffffuuuccckkkkkk—” your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, you couldn’t keep up the act anymore. the knot in your stomach tightened until it could snap.

“there we go. there’s my good girl.” ness buried himself to the hilt inside of you, his pubes rubbing against your sensitive mound. “my good, dumbed out angel.” he whispered, mouth peppering hot open-mouthed kisses at your neck down to the valley of your breasts.

your hips bucked, and you couldn’t hold back anymore. “cum for me, prinzessin.” ness rolled his hips in circles, making sure you could feel every inch drag along your gummy walls. 

it only took a few more strokes until your back arched off the bed, orgasm washing over you like a freight train. “hnnghh—! cummingcummingcummingcumminnngg!!!” you sobbed, tears rolling down the apples of your cheeks.

ness lapped your tears up, easing you through your orgasm. he pulled out then, stroking his jerking cock. “open up.” he gripped the back of your head, holding you in place. 

your jaw fell slack and he aimed his flared cockhead inside, with a few more flicks of his wrist he shot his load in your mouth, some of it splattering on your cheeks and chin. “guh—alexis..dirty..” you gurgled and choked around his seed, ness admired the sight. of you in your rightful place—under him.

he clamped a firm hand on your mouth, “swallow.” his voice left no room for protest and you gulped the sticky fluid down. ness shoved a thumb in your mouth, forcing your jaw open. 

“see? you can be such a good girl when you get that attitude knocked out of you.” ness praised and you could only suck on his thumb all dazed, he smiled and pulled you closer, tucking your head into his bare chest. 

hiori yo - humiliate yourself

requested by anonymous

warnings: nsfw (smut), aged up!hiori (18+), public sexual activity (sensual touch), fingering, humiliation, light degradation, ruined orgasm

“shh, quiet now,” hiori whispers into your ear. you barely process the words, as you’re too focused on his fingers.

not the ones that’s currently holding his pencil, wrist and arm laid out atop the desk. you’re focused on the ones below, currently dipping between your thighs and below your skirt. you shoot him a glare as you feel them twitch and feel up your inner thighs, inching closer to your heat. you’re too afraid to move your hands to even attempt to stop him, as they currently are both above the table holding your school supplies.

the teacher rambles on and on about whatever subject that, unlike you—were, hiori is not interested in. instead, throughout the tirade of a school subject that definitely should not discussed as heated as the teacher is now, hiori had his eyes set on you. the way you acted interested in whatever the man had to say, eyes feigning curiosity—he saw the habits that screamed boredom. the way you spun your mechanical pencil between your fingers, having to restart multiple times because you just couldn’t get it to spin continuously. the way you huffed and sighed quietly, but evidently whenever the teacher let a particularly wild take escape his angry mouth. hiori saw the way your eyes clung to his own fingers with the slight nibble of your lip.

he’s not stupid, quite the opposite, in fact. he’s keen, observant, and certainly not blind to the crush you have on him, whether it be off his looks or genuine interest. those coincidental glances that led to eye contact, the sharp inhales in response to the slightest of physical contact, the way you lingered near wherever his presence was near; he noticed it all too well. he’s observed you for this past half hour of a boring class, unproductive in its entirety, stare at his fingers while clenching your thighs and nibble on your lips—inner cheeks—whatever that could ground you to reality. but despite the bored look on your face, he can make out the slightest blush and the sparkle in your eyes, followed by a tiny grin whenever a thought comes across. and with the way you oogle at the poor boy, hiori can deduce that he’s the man of your daydreams as of late.

so, then, it was decided. once the teacher turned his back to the bored-out-of-their-minds-class, who were all either discreetly using their phones, staring at the window, whispering to each other in secret, hiori drew back his arm closest to you, which was previously on the desk. he’s lucky that the desks here are meant for two people, and there’s decent cover on all sides—and that the two of you remain at the very back corner of the classroom. his hand’s sudden withdrawal snaps you back into reality briefly, and you’re back to staring at the teacher who still hasn’t realized no one is listening.

you almost can’t believe you were daydreaming of a guy fucking you mid-class—let alone the guy right fucking next to you. you want to brush off that fact, but the way arousal begins to seep through the thin material of your panties, cute little recently-bought hiphuggers, makes it impossible to ignore. the version of hiori in your head probably isn’t even accurate to real life anyway, or you thought at least.

you sigh and decide to open your notebook, ready to scribble whatever thoughts you have in your head away. but the feeling of fingers creeping onto your thigh halts you in surprise. besides you, the boy with a nonchalant expression who isn’t even looking at you, is hiori feeling you up. your blush deepens as you feel the warmth of his phalanges brush against the sensitivity of your thighs, and how they slowly inch closer.

and now you’re here.

hiori is pushing aside your dampened panties, all while you sit and, you swear it’s not on purpose, spread your legs a little further. surely it’s not because you want this, right? you’re not quite sure, but all contemplation is pushed out of your head when hiori’s middle finger makes contact with your pussy lips. he uses it to drag an upward stroke up to your clit, flicking the poor bud and spreading your arousal to it. the sudden stimulation to your clit has your mouth forming an o-shape. your eyes fly back to hiori’s face, but this time he’s actually looking at you.

you whisper in quite a bewildered tone, “what are you doing, hiori?” your voice comes out hushed and full of stutters as he repeats that earlier motion, allowing your natural lubrication to spread.

“don’t ya worry, honey,” hiori grins at you, “just keep that mouth shut, yeah?”

you want to bite back and retort, but his fingers handle your pleasure so precisely that you’re questioning if he’s done this before. the boy who has sat next to you for the entire year, quiet and polite, and clearly some kind of discreet geek, he’s this skilled with his fingers? you’re left with a drained capacity to think when hiori takes his ministrations a step further, and you stifle back a squeal in response.

you feel hiori prod at your entrance, which leaks arousal and heat straight from your core. what really has you biting back a moan is when he pushes his fingers inside your sopping cunt, wiggling around the appendages to stretch you out. your head drops to the table, consequently hiding both the blush on your face and the way your expression scrunches in pleasure. your mouth opens in a silent moan, and you can feel your arousal dripping onto the hard, plastic seat.

holy fuck. you’re actually doing this—he’s actually doing this. it’s filthy and humiliating, truly straight out of some weird porno fiction. and it’s so fucking hot. you’d be lying if the thrill of getting caught didn’t fuel the heat that emanates from within you—didn’t enhance your pleasure. and you’re not stupid, you can tell it eggs hiori on too. he’s getting off on this—no matter how he tries to hide his erection that builds just from watching you suffer.

your pleasure or your pride.

hiori’s sadistic little mind can’t wait to see what you’ll choose. his mind is full of possible scenarios, all which would serve as hard-earned entertainment in his boring, dull of a life that never even belonged to him. he’s juggling the consequences of the way you two would be caught if you were to choose your pleasure, humiliating yourself just for the sake of feeling good on his fingers vocally. suspension? maybe even expulsion? eh, just gives him more time to game, he supposes. or maybe you do choose your pride over his little attempt at embarrassing you, picking you apart and making a display of what a slut the girl beside him actually is. maybe you’ll actually grab onto his wrist and force him to stop, confront him later after class, and decide to never talk to you again.

nah. hiori already knows what kind of a whore you actually are. he isn’t senseless to the way your hips buck and roll into his fingers, desperately trying to guide you to your spot. your walls squeeze around him tighter with each passing second, and your fingers grip onto his wrist all the same. still, you make no attempt to stop him. at all. you’re getting off on this—you want to cum right here, right now, all over hiori’s fingers right in the middle of a fucking classroom, no less mid-lesson. and you’re grateful, just as he is, that your desk is situated at the very back of the classroom, away from the gaze of everyone.

“does it thrill ya?” hiori whispers condescendingly, designed to break apart the very little resistance you have remaining. he wants you to choose your pleasure—your humiliation. “act how ya please, sweetheart. but i fucking know you’re a nasty brat who just wants to get off.”

you wish you could conceal the way your pussy clenches around hiori’s fingers—and how his words bring you closer to your orgasm. you whine softly in response, just quiet enough that no one else would suspect anything sexual. but hiori almost laughs when he hears it, and he revels in the way your thighs press together against his hand going in and out of your pussy. if the teacher weren’t as outspoken as he is now, the wet sounds of your sopping cunt would be as loud as someone unzipping their bag right about now.

the pleasure and the thrill of the situation has you approaching closer and closer to undoing the knot within you. your pelvis pulses with a desire for that climax that you’ve never experienced before—and hiori chuckles softly at your eagerness. not just from the way you make no attempt to stop him, but because you’ve been pushing yourself into his fingers, subconsciously scooting your chair closer to his this entire time. he can feel the way your walls stutter around him at an increasing rate, and how you get wetter and how your pussy gets louder each passing second. “yeah, that’s right. humiliate yourself, honey.”

you want to let out a loud moan, to whimper, to let out any sound that’ll help you focus. but in truth, you think it’d just make you even more gone. you can no longer hear the words of the teacher and the soft buzz of your classmates—you’re focused on hiori. you’re focused on the pressure that builds up in you, and how your cunt desperately wants to cum.

fuck it. you might as well chase it now.

your hand that held onto hiori’s wrist prior trails down further. your clit has been neglected for a while now, after all. you place your middle and ring finger directly onto the sensitive bud, a soft sigh escaping your lips followed by the rolling back of your eyes. the stimulation to your clit, soft circles on the bud, coupled with how hiori’s fingers pump into you, have you practically writhing in your seat.

hiori fucking loves it. he truly thinks you’re pathetic. “look at her, the slut’s so eager now.” your eyes fall to his, a daze in yours that makes hiori grin like a madman. “keep chasing that pleasure of yours, dirty girl.”

and you happily oblige, increasing both the speed and pressure on your clit. you try to hide the shaking of your legs, praying to god that no one looks back at the two of you. hiori finally decides to stop toying with you, pushing his fingers further in order to reach that spot that’ll really get you going. he wants to turn you into mush, watch that mind of yours push away all ration and go brainless. in turn, the knot inside you tightens with each passing upward curl, stroke, and dirty word that hiori delivers to your cunt. the stimulation to your clit pushes you further to the edge until—ah!

hiori pulls out his fingers just as you cum. your cunt spasms around nothing and the pleasure you felt quickly goes from one hundred percent to only fifty. this bastard just ruined your orgasm. the only sensations you’re left with is the disappointment of your climax, and the weakness your body faces as you come down from the half-assed high. you can’t even shoot back a glare to hiori, as he stares at his fingers below the table, glistening in your arousal. he’s not paying attention to you at all.

you try to call out for him, but he simply smiles at you with the innocence of a dove. but beneath lies a joy—a sadism that chills you to your core, as he wipes the moisture on his fingers against his uniform pants.

“ya might wanna clean yourself up, doll. you look like a mess.” the chair. fuck.

it’s coated with your arousal and cum.

hiori yo — mine to hurt

requested by anonymous

sypnosis: hiori’s almost borderline obsessive love for you isn’t enough to dull down his sadistic tendencies—it only amplifies it.

warnings: nsfw (smut), aged up!hiori (18+), sadomasochism themes, mentioned knifeplay wounds, unprotected sex (p in v), asphyxiation, impact play, degrading praise

hiori always considered himself an ultra-sadist. others never lingered much on the topic, believing the confession to be some sort of joke. who would admit that so openly? suffice to say, it was no longer a joke they could ignore once you came into the picture. hiori’s sweet little girlfriend: attentive, kind, and almost perfect. every interaction between you and his teammates left them even more confused about the dynamic of you two. they could see the dark, blistering hickeys you tried, and failed, to cover up. they weren’t oblivious to the bruises littered over your legs and chest—and certainly not the cuts that lay rest on your thighs beneath your shorts and skirts. the evidence on your body and the dynamic front both of you put up confused them further.

his teammates were surprised to see how hiori developed into his relationship. once the polite, but withdrawn, gamer whose preferred type was someone independent—he’s become obsessed with you. despite the obvious proof of him hurting you, the situation is much more different than what they’d expect. hiori is the one that follows you around like a puppy—while you remain cheerful and whipped in love. he treats you so nice in public, albeit a bit possessive, and his teammates contemplate asking if you’re okay.

but what they don’t realize is that you fucking love it. they just don’t understand the depth of your love, and how both of you are addicts for each other. “now there’s my fuckin’ slut,” hiori drawls, hand wrapped around your throat. your mind reels from the mind-bending pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of your cunt, coupled with the limited oxygen supply to your brain. it makes you dizzy—pliant. the name only adds a little more to the dizzying feeling of going dumb, and hiori scoffs. “oh? is my lil’ girl coming back to me?”

hiori chuckles as he watches you nod your head mindlessly. in truth, you don’t even know what he’s even saying—you’re too focused on the way his dick curves perfectly into that brain-melting spot. his grin quickly fades into a frown as he realizes you’re not even listening, but he’ll believe your mindless babbling just this once. “really? that ain’t good, then!”

you choke out a moan as hiori tightens the pressure around your throat, fingers digging into the sides of your neck. you’re so pathetic that it makes hiori laugh. not only is he choking you for the sake of watching the light leave your eyes, it’s to hold you down as well. his grip on your neck ensures your position against the bed as you take his cock drilling into you in rough thrusts. it’s enough to produce a clap every time his pelvis meets the underside of your thighs, bottoming out with each slam of his hips. you’re not even sure if the pain in your thighs is from the strain of holding them up—or if it’s from the various cuts littered around your upper thighs. each slam of hiori’s hips push your thighs closer to your tummy, fresh wounds basically being slapped with every thrust.

“look at these thighs, sugar,” hiori moans loudly, the sight of bruises that he left on your body turning him on even more. “you’re all covered in me. see? ya even got my name right here.”

hiori pulls one of your thighs down to wrap your leg around his waist. this allows him to see his name carved into your pretty skin, on the topside of your upper thigh. it’s still fresh, hiori yo only being scabbed from the pooling blood just a couple minutes ago. hiori uses his free hand to slap at the wound of his name, setting in motion for you a full-body jolt and erupting a loud moan. the stinging pain is just so good, hiori already knows that. and he loves the way you live for the pain he inflicts.

others would never understand the pure obsession between the two of you. he loves you dearly, and wants to keep you all to himself. he’s confident that you love him all the same—that’s why you’re here now just taking it, after all. hiori enjoys the reactions he can draw out of you with just the drag of a knife, his teeth on your skin, or even the slightest threat to your usual comfort. they’re all embodiments of vulnerability and weakness—a type of rare entertainment that gets his blood drunk on the dopamine. only he can do this to you—just a sadist with his equal-footing masochist.

others would hardly believe you if you confessed to liking the pain. it’s romantic, really—to submit your pleasure and pain to the person you love and trust. others would consider hiori psychotic for even wanting to hurt his partner like that, but they don’t know that if that’s the case, you’re equally as fucked up as hiori. while he intoxicates himself with the dopamine of seeing you bruised and vulnerable, you elate yourself off the endorphins that stem from the physical pain. everything that hiori inflicts upon you is simply invigorating—euphoric, even. and when the endorphins mix with the mind-dizzying feeling of hiori’s cock plunging in and out of you, it feels as if you truly cannot think anymore, surrendering all your natural defenses in the name of pleasure.

he bullies your cunt with such precision—too bad you’re too brainless to really savor the accuracy and sensation of his thrusts. but it’s okay because that’s hiori’s goal, “i’m gonna make ya my dumb fuckin’ mutt. you’re mine to hurt.” his vulgarity grounds you slightly, and you wantonly sob as he increases the pace of his hips. you’re suddenly hyperaware of the stinging wounds on your thighs, his fingers twitching against your neck, and the difficult drag of his dick in and out of your cunt that desperately sucks him back in. but your moment of clarity is ripped from you the moment the head of his cock makes contact with that spot inside you again—mushing your brain and sending pleasure straight to your clit.

“hey,” hiori drones, unamused by how easily his girl vanishes as soon as he gives you slightest of pleasure. “did ya hear me, sugar?”

you whine in response, eyes rolling to the back of your head as hiori slows his hips to deliver forceful thrusts to your cunt. hiori clicks his tongue and withdraws the hand around your leg currently wrapped around him, bringing it up to your pretty face. “i asked—mph—if you heard me, slut.”

hiori doesn’t hesitate to slap you across the cheek, palm resonating a smack! from the impact. that brings you back enough to finally process hiori’s words, regardless, you still moan like a bitch in heat. you nod vigorously, a silent plea to please don’t stop to punish me. “there she is—my sweet doll.”

still, his unamused expression continues, and it draws a primal fear within you. your hands come to wrap around hiori’s neck, dragging him down to eye-level. your efforts of closing the distance doesn’t do anything to change his front, and it intensifies your panic, driving you to start chasing his high rather than yours. so, you clench hard around his cock, squeezing around him that it feels almost impossible to pull out. hiori groans at the feeling of you tightening around him, hindering his attempts to draw back his orgasm. your walls squeezing around his dick, and each spasm of your muscles around him have hiori reeling from pleasure. with every clench around his dick, and each flutter of your walls against one of the veins of his dick, push hiori closer and closer to the edge.

“sugar—gah—that’s dirty, y’know,” hiori stutters, “but two can play that game.” hiori trails his hand back down to where the two of your bodies connect, thumb settling on your clit. it’s so messy down there, and he doesn’t even have to swipe at your lips to lubricate his thumb—your arousal has already spread to your clit. hiori doesn’t even need to be inside of you to know how wet you are—he can already see the arousal that pours out of your cunt, dripping down onto the bedsheets. he rubs small, fast circles onto your clit—and coupled with the repeated motion of his cock at your g-spot, has you almost experiencing heaven for the first time.

the invitation to somewhere so divine is right at your fingertips—well, his, to be more precise. the knot in your pelvis builds too quick with the combined pleasure of vaginal and clitoral stimulation. hiori laughs at how quickly your determination to make him cum dissipates. “let go f’me, slut. i know you want to,” hiori sings in a condescending tone.

but the patronizing nature of his words don’t stop you from complying—they don’t even make you consider rebelling against his command. one of your hands dip back down to grab onto his wrist—trying to push him to speed his ministrations on your clit. hiori is hysterical at your pathetic self, “that’s it! be greedy! c’mon, slut.”

his words push you over the edge immediately, euphoria washing down on you in the form of full-body spasms. your mind blanks from the intensity of pleasure spreading throughout your body. you can faintly make out hiori’s laugh and voice over your moans, loud and unrestrained. all you can really make out from hiori is little names, and condescending guiding through your orgasm. as you slowly come down from your high, hiori is sure not to overstimulate you further and pulls out.

you’re confused once he pulls out, whining at the loss of his cock inside of you. but he doesn’t stop immediately, he’s still using his hand to stroke quickly at the base of his cock. he lifts himself from between your legs, and you instinctively straighten them out to lie properly on the bed. you watch hiori jerk himself off, and you find it strange that he won’t just continue fucking your cunt. that is until you get entranced from his pants and whimpers getting higher in pitch, and how his hand gravitates more toward pleasuring the tip of his cock.

hiori’s now on his knees to the side of you, and he has his hand resting besides your head to hold himself up. his eyes roll back, and his head tips back ever so slightly, mouth hanging open. “sugar, gonna cum—fuck!”

while cumming from his hand isn’t even measurable to cumming inside of your warm, wet cunt—the sight is worth it. hiori cums with a low groan as he spurts all over the fresh wound of his name on your thigh. you’re left surprised, and maybe even turned on for another around at the site. you’re lucky the blood is already dried and beginning to scab, and it’s fucking hot that hiori took advantage of that. he’s delirious as he grins at you, eyes flittering between your face and the sight of his ropes coating his name.

“i guess i should clean that up, right?” hiori reaches for the nightstand, ready to grab a tissue until he suddenly withdraws. he turns back towards you slowly, a deranged smile forming on his face. “whaddya say i use my tongue?”

cw⌇brother’s best friend ◞ he walks in on you

In the end Hiori pretended it was just a joke.

“Wouldn’t it be hot if your brother walked in on us?” Hiori had whispered against your neck. His hard shaft ground against your ass as he pinned you down.

You had scoffed breathlessly. “You’re insane.”

But now you were gagged with your own panties. Your wrists bound with his belt to the headboard of your bed. He knew damn well that Karasu wanted to come over later.

Spread open and dripping, a string of saliva stretched from your parted lips as Hiori knelt between your thighs, pumping his cock slowly before plunging it back inside you.

“Oh, you like this,” he whispered, grinning like the innocent devil he was as he drove in deep. “You’re tighter when you’re scared.”

You moaned around the fabric in your mouth, eyes rolling as he fucked you harder. He wanted to leave bruises, leave proof, leave everything behind in you.

“You wanna get caught,” he taunted hoarsely. “You want him to see how good you ride his best friend’s cock.”

You shook your head weakly, but your cunt clenched around him, all wet, hot, throbbing as he bullied his cock against your cervix.

“You’re so wet, it’s obscene,” Hiori muttered, sweat dripping down his neck. “Look at you. Ruined. Stuffed full of me while Tabito’s down the hall.”

The door opened and you of you froze. Karasu’s footsteps paused just inside the room. “Hiori?” he called out suspiciously. “What are you—” then the silence cracked open. A deep breath. A slow exhale. “What the fuck.”

You whimpered panicked, but Hiori didn’t stop. He thrusted deep again, hands gripping your thighs as your bound wrists strained above your head. Panties still gagged your mouth, soaked with spit. Your eyes flicked to Tabito’s silhouette in the doorway and it only made your pussy tighten around Hiori’s cock.

He groaned. “She begged for it, Tabito.”

You moaned, desperate and trembling. You wanted to die. You wanted to cum.

“You can’t be—,” Tabito muttered dangerously, but his feet didn’t move. “You’re both sick.”

Hiori grinned. “Told you she was a brat. Look at her. Look at how good she takes it.”

Tabito turned to leave and Hiori snapped his hips one more time, slow and possessive. “Next time,” he called after him, “Maybe you should stay and see what your sister really likes.”

The door slammed and Hiori came deep inside you with a low groan, hips jerking against your slick thighs. You were still tied up. Still gagged. Still gasping.

cw ⌇ overstimulation ◞ gamer & sadistic hiori

You should’ve known better than to sit next to him when he picked up the controller. Hiori never just played for fun instead he twisted everything into something depraved. And when you teased him about losing, he grinned cruelly. “Every time I die, you cum.”

At first you laughed. But now you’re straddling his lap, a vibrator strapped against your clit, your wrists pinned in his hands and he’s already ‘accidentally’ lost three times in a row.

“Oh, look at you squirming,” he rasped, pressing the joystick hard with his thumb, deliberately sending his character straight into another enemy.

On screen: game over.

In your lap: another pulse of the vibrator so strong it rips a cry out of your throat. Your hips bucked helplessly against it, the stimulation unbearable, your orgasm crashed through you like lightning.

“Four,” he counted, laughing hoarsely in your ear. “And we’ve barely started.”

Your body trembled violently, cunt dripping against his jeans, soaking through the fabric. You tried to wriggle away, but his grip on your wrists tightened.

“Sit still. Controller’s not the only thing buzzing tonight.”

He played sloppy on purpose, reckless. His character running off cliffs, taking every hit. Each death triggered another cruel surge of vibrations, and each time, he watched you fall apart a little more.

By the seventh, you were crying, voice hoarse from begging. “Hiori, please, I can’t—”

He tilted his head, eyes gleaming sadistically under the glow of the monitor. “Can’t what? Can’t take it? Or can’t stop cumming?”

The vibrator didn’t give you time to answer, pushing you into another orgasm that leaves you sobbing against his chest.

“Eight,” he hummed, dropping the controller to grab your face in one rough hand. “Pathetic. You’re so easy to break.”

He yanked the vibrator away, your body jerking from the sudden absence, only to shove his cock into you without warning. The stretch was brutal, your cunt already oversensitive and twitching, but he groaned like he’s been waiting all night for it.

“Fuck, you’re so wet it’s disgusting,” he groaned, hips snapping up into you, forcing you down onto his cock until he’s buried to the Hilt.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he fucked up into you, every thrust ground against your raw clit. Your body rebelled, another orgasm slamming into you before you can even process it.

“Nine,” he panted, biting hard at your neck until you cried out.

He kept the pace merciless, his laugh broken and hoarse every time your cunt clenched around him. Your body was exhausted, trembling, but it didn’t matter.

He wasn’t slowing down.

“You’re my little checkpoint,” he snarled, fucking you harder, one hand fisting in your hair to yank your head back. “Every time I lose, you win. And I don’t feel like winning tonight.”

The overstimulation made your vision blur, every nerve lit up, every thrust dragged you closer to another unbearable climax. When it hit, it felt endless, your cunt pulsing violently around him as he groans.

“Ten,” he groaned, pulling your face to his and kissing you messy, teeth clashing.

He didn’t stop until he orgasmed too, spilling inside you with a broken groan, his hips jerking erratically.

You collapsed against him, shaking, your body drenched in sweat and slick. He dropped the controller to the floor with a clatter, his hand stroking lazily up your back.

cw: nsfw, mdni

needy!bf alexis ness who constantly sends you texts throughout the day asking about your well-being, which also includes the usual "I love you's".

needy!bf alexis ness who cannot keep his hands off you even if his life depended on it—dating him means always having at least one of his hands on any available space of your skin.

needy!bf alexis ness who'd be even more whipped if you happened to feel just as lonely as he does; not only would it make him feel seen, but it'd also give him a twisted feeling of reassurance to know that he's the only one for you.

needy!bf alexis ness who is prone to jealousy once he realizes that you're giving far too much attention to other people in your life for his liking, but he'd never voice it.

needy!bf alexis ness who is a complete sucker for words of affirmation from your part; just hearing a direct reminder of your love is enough to quiet down his insecurities for a little while.

needy!bf alexis ness who'd at first have a hard time adapting to a relationship where he isn't only giving his all but also receiving.

needy!bf alexis ness who still puts your needs above his.

needy!bf alexis ness who can be overbearing sometimes even without realizing it. his mind would torment him with overthinking if the sentences "I just need some space" or "I just want some time alone" ever came out of your mouth.

needy!bf alexis ness who is most likely going to shed a few tears in secret if you're ever particularly mean to him.

needy!bf alexis ness whose tears are definitely of borderline shameful pleasure whenever it comes to the two of you in the bedroom; even if you're going vanilla, he'll still cry.

needy!bf alexis ness who'd never say no to your physical needs—he pretty much wants you all the damn time but doesn't confess it in fear of scaring you off.

needy!bf alexis ness who'd be absolutely weak for condescending praise, but he wouldn't say no to actual degradation either.

needy!bf alexis ness who never fails to be a whimpering mess; you can't expect him to be silent while actively messing with someone as sensitive as him.

needy!bf alexis ness who somehow always has enough stamina for the two to keep going as long as you want; doesn't matter if he feels like a complete wreck when you want another round.

needy!bf alexis ness who will pathetically beg just to be allowed to come inside you when you're on the pill; he'd also be panting with faint traces of tears on his face while doing so.

(he's so mean for such a pretty face.)

cw: impact play, breeding kink, degradation, toxic, small mentions of blood, edging, manipulation. prolly ooc idk bruv. fem! reader

word count: 1.3k

authors note: hiori be like: yo

Your boyfriend was the sweetest boy ever. He took you out on dates weekly. Carried you when your feet hurt so bad you couldn’t walk. Stroked your hair to sleep, kissed your hands, and everywhere around your body so intimately. 

It was during sex, that he did a 180. His voice was flatter, his eyes empty, he looked at you with such pity for being so pathetic,  so horny you had to ask for him to help you alleviate yourself. 

His thighs spread yours open, you're in nothing but one of his hoodies, which have been hoisted up to your waist so he can have better access to your clit. 

His fingers rub at it, faster and faster. The thing is, he refuses to make you cum. Each time you feel close he takes your fingers away, smiles, and builds you up all over again.

But you can see his patience slowly chip away. His hips unconsciously move up and down to the air, his inner lip being bitten so much to the point of blood, and only then has he started voicing his frustrations.

“So fucking pathetic.” He brushes your hair to the side as he stares down at you. “This is what you need, right baby? You wanna cum so bad? You had to get your fucking boyfriend to play with your clit and get you off?” 

You grinded against his palm, your back arching up off of the bed. All you can do is make incoherent noises as tears flow down your face.

“You're so dumb. So so so dumb.” He slips two fingers inside of you. “I’m so hard…look at how good I am to you. Delaying fucking you just to make you cum and ruin my sheets.”

“Hiori…y–you’re so mean..” You whispered. 

His sadistic smile that was on his for so long face faded.

“I’m mean sweetheart? Most men wouldn’t even treat you this fucking good. Touching you like this, when you’re so damn filthy.” His hand that stroked your hair slid down to your throat and squeezed slightly, enough to make you aware about every breath you took. “Look at you so desperate. Yeah you are, you want it…” 

His finger started going rougher and rougher. “Come on, do what you're so desperate to do whore, I wanna see you cum for me. Make yourself stupid.” 

His other hand roamed down to the side of your ass and rubbed before slapping with a stinging force, and rubbing it again to soothe you. 

“Fuck hiori..!” You whimpered out. 

“You wanna cum yeah? That’s all you’re ever good for right sweetheart?” He breathes out, another slap ringing out before he rubs the spot again and soothes it.

You nod your head, lost in the clouds feeling so much ecstasy, you can’t even hear what he’s saying.

“So fucked out, can’t even hear me huh darlin'..?” He chuckles. “Fuck i’m so hard…I wanna fuck you so bad sweetheart. 'Wanna dump my cum in you..” He’s gone a little dumb himself despite degrading you so hard, his fingers so soaked with your arousal.

And just as you are about to cum, him giving you a false hope once again, he takes his fingers away. You don’t register it for a few seconds and your body reacts before your mind knows it, viciously shaking as tears stream down your face. 

“Aw…so upset over me not giving you what you want. You’re so greedy. You think a brat like you can just get what she wants at a whim? You’re so fucking stupid.” He slaps your ass once, twice, three times. Rubbing it tenderly afterwards. The room was silent for a few minutes with just heavy breathing.

After a while, you rolled your hips against his hard on, it was throbbing through his pants. He sucks in a shaky, barely concealed groan. “Hiori…wan’ it..” you whine.

He bites his lips again, before grabbing your hips. “You ‘wan’ it?” he mocks you. "l’ll give you your cock slut. I'll fuck you so good, so stop pouting.” Another slap rang out.

His boxers slip down and reveal his sensitive, leaking dick. He strokes it a few times to relieve some of the aching, before lining himself up and shoving himself all the way into your dripping cunt.

“ffuuuuckkk hioriii…feels so good mmmffff...” You moan. 

“I bet it does, bet this is the best dick you’ll ever get, most guys wont waste their time on you..” He laughs.

You whine when he doesn’t move his hips, bucking your hips against his. “I know, I know.. I'll give you your dick love. All yours. I know you need it.”

Immediately afterwards, he pulls all the way out just to slam back into, brutally ramming his cock inside of you. He fucks you so roughly its almost blinding. The sound of skin slapping resonates throughout the whole room.

“Shit hio–it hurts–it hurts..!” You sob. 

“It's all you deserve, you can’t expect me to give you everything can you? Take what I give you baby.” Though despite his words, you feel his hips falter a little bit and and he fucks you less brutally. 

Your arms reach up and wrap around him, clawing at his back, scratching until blood beads up. He sighs, and that same sadistic smile is on his face again.

“Come on scratch at me darlin’, do it all. You feel so fucking good I know it.” Meanwhile, he took one of your legs in your hands, reaching up at your thigh and pressing it to your chest. 

“Bet you feeling me so deep huh..? Can even see me slip in and out of you.” He chuckles. 

“Hio..I think ‘m gonna…” you trailed off.

“I know you’re close, you’ve been squeezing around me tighter for the past two minutes, i’m not as dumb as you.” His voice lost a little edge, making it clear that he wasn’t far off from cumming either.

His hips lose its precise rhythm, he fucks you faster but sloppily. 

Your legs wrap around his hips, and lock him from pulling out.

“Oh? You want me to cum inside?” drawing out his words, playing dumb.

You nod your head vigorously and bite at your lips, rolling against him.

“Yeah dump all my cum in, gonna make you so full. Gonna breed you..gonna make you a—haah—..mama yeah sweetheart? You want it..” He snaps his hips forward. 

And that's what pushes you over the edge. You cum with a blinding sob, and your vision goes white as you gush around his cock. He rides out your orgasm with you, fucking you through it, and when you were finished he was still going.

He rutted into you like a damn dog. And it was then when you look at him that you see, he was just as desperate and depraved like you.

“Fuck..take it all…I want you full of it baby..” He says as he cums, his hips finally stuttering as his tips sputter and spurts his cum deep into your womb. 

Slowly, he pulls out and then collapses on top of you and you wrap your arms around him, running your hands down his back as goes so silent, you would’ve thought he was asleep.

“You did amazing..you took me so well.” He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck.

A few minutes later, you hit him on the head.

Not even an ounce of pain, just a muffled “what was that for..?” 

“For calling me a slut! You’re so mean sometimes you sadistic freak!”

He chuckles, lifting his head up a bit “I don’t mean it darlin, you’re mine. You’re beautiful and I don’t deserve you.” He kisses your neck and you both doze off.

the sheets are in the dryer, and the pillows were on the sofa for “safekeeping”—which, in his humble opinion, is just a fancy way to say you didn’t want him dirtying them up without their covers on.

can he blame you?

that’s why it doesn’t come as a surprise to you when he drags you to bed midday as you’re cleaning up. mattress bare in all its glory, nagi still manages to find comfort in them as he lies down against the softness of the bedding.

“ah—! sei!” you gasped at the sudden pull of force, “hey! what was that for?”

nagi only hums dismissively as a response before lifting his head and shifting his body around, then pressing his soft, plush cheek against your chest.

“sei…” you attempt to scold, but your tone comes out halfheartedly against your better judgment. he just looked too cute, too comfortable in your company… or in your tits, rather.

you bring a hand against his head before gently massaging him, making nagi shuffle around with closed eyes before he presses a kiss directly on top of your heart.

𝙃𝙞𝙤𝙧𝙞 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇 𝖲/𝖮 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇:(

𝚌𝚠: 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜<3, 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜/𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝, pillow humping/riding, 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚒, 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜/dacryphillia(?), 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛:3, very short

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