dori

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ dori, she, 22, latina

˖ this blog contains dark (dddne) content! minors and ageless blogs dni.

tw: non con (kinda), degradation, gun play, coat guy is a masochist, death threats

“i see your h-hands are stained with g-gunpowder.”

“c-could you shoot me?”

that was the last thing he uttered before he found himself in this compromising position. he was certain his knees were bruised from how long he had been on the hard wooden floor.

the thick barrel of the gun didn’t help his “condition” very much. the metal was cold against his frosty pale skin. the way it traveled along the sensitive skin of his face made his stomach turn.

“i-if you’re g-going to kill me just—“

“shut up and open your mouth.” you spit.

he parts his lips and without warning you shove the barrel down his throat. you watched as his dark eyes widened in surprise as the gun breached his mouth. tears began to prick his eyes as you shoved the gun even deeper down his throat, filling it.

his body involuntarily jerked as he gagged around the metal. “don’t tell me what to do in my house,” you say. “if i want to kill you right now i will.”

he didn’t know why but hearing you say that made his cock ache. especially in that strict and demanding tone. speaking to him like he’s scum underneath your shoe and making him feel like he’s nothing while having a gun shoved down his throat. he was so scared that he was turned on.

“you killed those people. you deserve this and worse.” you bark while moving the gun out of his cold mouth and shoving it back in all at once. the cold man’s eyes looked into yours. the delicate flesh of his throat would surely be as bruised as his knees but he didn’t care. all he could think about while you fucked his mouth was how much his cock ached in his pants. he couldn’t even think straight. he began to desperately jut his hips forward desperate for any friction on his cock. he was getting his mouth fucked by a gun and all he could think about was how hard he was.

“god, don’t tell me you’re enjoying this, you creep.” venom dripped from your words as you looked at him in disgust. his cock formed a tent in his pants. you knew he was a creepy guy but this solidified it. he looked at you with half-lidded eyes as he rutted against nothing desperate to feel something. a muffled “i-i’m s-sorry.” was all he could get out as he continued to get his mouth fucked.

“you’re such a creep, it's gross.”

“you’re enjoying this too much.” you hiss putting your finger on the trigger. his eyes widen. were you finally going to kill him?

“don’t look at me like that i’m not killing you. yet.”

“here,” you scoff. “grind against my foot and don’t you dare try anything or else i’ll blow your brains out.”

he nodded eagerly he wasted no time scooting closer to you until you lifted your shoe and rested it on his hard cock.

“mmgh— th-thank you,” he whimpered around the gun when your shoe came in contact with his body. “just be quiet,” you say and begin moving the gun in and out of his mouth again, your finger never once moving from the trigger. he felt like such a loser. humping your foot while you fucked his mouth with a gun. only a sad pathetic loser would get off on something like this. the way your foot would move with his thrusts giving him the pleasure he craved so badly made him drool even more around the gun.

your foot rubbed the underside of his cock so good. it never felt this good when he touched himself. there was no way he could make himself feel this good. god, you were driving him mad he couldn’t help but moan and cry.

he was too lost in pleasure to realize you ripped your gun from his mouth.

“don’t get any ideas. i’ll still kill you if you try anything.” your tone was aggressive and it made him thrust against your foot even harder. “o-okay—“ he whines. “th-thank you for n-not killing m-me.” his once pale skin was adorned with a thin layer of sweat as he bites his lip. he was so blissed out he didn’t even realize he was nearing his peak so fast.

“c-can i t-touch you? p-please, your b-body is so w-warm,”

“ugh fine. like i said try anything funny and i’ll shoot you.”

he nodded and almost immediately he wrapped his arms around your leg. “th-thank you—“ the warmth from your body felt so good against his cold one. it felt like his body was melting into yours. his brain was turning into mush as he felt himself getting closer.

his hips moved faster against your foot. globs of precum leaked from his aching cock. a small damp patch began to form on his pants. “you’re such a whore,” you say as you watch him hump you like an animal. “you’re pathetic.” your words went straight to his cock. he felt lightheaded. the mix of your words and the way your foot rubbed him.

“y-you smell so good f-fuck.” he nuzzled your leg. you smelt intoxicating to him and it was enough to push him over the edge.

“i-i’m gonna c-cum,” he cried. when you felt his body shake and stiffen you applied more pressure on his cock with your foot.

the coil inside him finally snapped

“f-fuck—“ he breathed as he weakly thrusted against your foot, getting everything out.

you had no idea what time it was. all you knew was that it was late. very late.

you had one hand over his needy mouth as you went to work on his weeping cock. all damn day you heard him complain about how cold he was and how he couldn’t ever experience warmth. that ends today.

“mmng— f-fuck,” he whimpered into your hand as you stroked his length. “do you feel warm yet?” you lick the shell of his ear making him buck his hips desperately.

no one had ever touched him so intimately. he didn’t know what he was feeling but all he knew was he liked whatever you were doing. could this be what finally made him feel a semblance of warmth? was this what he was missing?

“i—- i don’t know i just feel g-good—“ his voice was muffled but he still sounded so pathetic. his soft whines filled the quiet hall as you sped up. a glob of precum leaked from his slit and allowed your hand to move faster along his sensitive length. “don’t worry. i’ll get you there.” you kissed his cheek and jerked his aching cock. you knew he was getting closer just by the way his moans went up in pitch.

“i feel so— i feel w-warm,” he stutters. this was the first time he felt something other than the constantly blistering cold. it was unlike anything he felt before. there was an unfamiliar pressure building up in his body. he didn’t know what he was feeling but he knew it felt good and he didn’t want you to stop. “s-stop— i feel w-weird,” he whined.

he drooled into your hand as he uncontrollably bucked his hips like an animal. “shhhh, it’s okay just let go for me.” your words finally pushed him over the edge. the pale skin of his cheeks was now flushed red. he thrust into your hand as his release shot out and covered his coat.

“g-god i’m sorry!” he exclaimed. “i don’t know w-what that was about.” he lowers his head in embarrassment. “don’t worry about it,” you assure him and remove your hand from his mouth.

you and getou had been discussing your likes and dislikes in the bedroom. you two had just started dating, so it was a natural progression. you had thought you were on the same page about your limits, but you thought wrong.

“god just shut up and keep taking it-” getou’s hips mercilessly pounded into you making it hard to form words. the desperate pleas you could muster up fell on deaf ears as he had no intention of slowing down. “be a good girl and don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” you didn't recognize this version of him. a once sweet and caring man was seemingly replaced by an animalistic man that only cared about his pleasure.

tears pricked your eyes as you felt his sheer girth split you open. whenever you would have sex, he would take his time, making sure your pussy could adjust to his massive size, but now he didn't care one bit. the tip of his enormous cock kissed your cervix over and over again, and all you could do was cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. your safeword had been repeated so many times you wondered if you had hallucinated and hadn’t said anything at all because he wasn't stopping.

“don’t cry now, it'll be over soon enough,” his large hand covered your mouth as his thrusts sped up. stifling any moans or cries. he knew what he was doing was wrong. going through the effort of getting to know your likes and dislikes only to turn around and disregard everything? he was one sick man.

stalker getou that gets a raging hard on whenever you come to him crying about all the messages your stalker has been sending you.