Ever thought about a sub who begs/asks for sex first, saying he really wants it or needs it all night long and all that?
And after getting what he demanded, heās so smug and happy, enjoying every touch to the fullest. Though after some time, with each passing round, their grin starts to fadeā suddenly heās a fucked out wreck who has climaxed so often that a simple brush of your fingers against his heated skin was painful.
Yet you still havenāt stoppedā¦ still wringing out pleasure from his dry body. Now heās begging for you to stop, to give him a small break!! Saying that heās too tired to go on even more rounds. Crying and pleading so desperately now, even though he was the one who brought this upon himselfā¦
What to do~ you werenāt anywhere near satisfied, but his whines were just too cute, āp-pleaseā¦ hiicc no ā” no more r-rounds ah-ngHhn..!!~ c-canāt cum anymore.. ah-hnghHn ā”ā„ļøā” māso-sorryā¦!! Hurtsā¦ ah, please, I need a b-breakā¦ā„ļøā”ā
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Everyoneās obsessed with big cocks.
"Guys getting ruined over massive dicks" this, "size kink supremacyā that. Like size is some kind of fucking contest. Like only a giant cock can break a sub.
Fuck that noise.
Heās never had anything in there before ā no cock, no fingers, no toys ā nothing but his own fingers fumbling, fingers too shy to go deeper. So when you slide that tiny little toy inside, barely three inches of semi-hard silicon, you watch his body fall apart.
His eyes go wide, breath catches, and then itās all trembling limbs and whispered cries he canāt control.
He swears he can take it. Laughs it off like a joke ā but itās not.
You push it in just a little more.
His whole body jerks. His hips snap back like heās trying to escape something, but he canāt. Not yet.
That little toy is a devil in disguise ā meant to prep him, to train him for whatās really coming. But right now? Heās ruined. Sobbing soft little whimpers because heās so fucking full of something he barely even registers as real.
He clenches around it like itās ripping him in half, legs shaking so badly youāre sure heās about to collapse.
āP-please, s-stopā¦ I-I canātāā he chokes out, voice trembling, barely a whisper. āIām ā i-itās too ā too muchā¦ā
And itāsĀ not even three fucking inchesĀ inside him.
Heās already torn, stretched raw, dripping around you like heās been wrecked by your actual size. The thought of a bigger dick? No fucking way. Heād be shredded, a bloody mess, broken beyond repair.
But here he is.
His little hole clenches tight, desperate to squeeze it out, but itās no use. Heās ruined.
āJ-justā¦ slowā¦ pleaseā¦?ā he begs, voice cracking. āI-I neverā¦ n-never had this b-before. It hurts ā b-but I want it! I want youā¦ Iām yours, p-pleaseā¦ā
Bullshit. You know he isnāt ready. Thatās why youāre here.
You drag it out a fraction, then push it back in, slow and deliberate, watching his body betray him with every inch. The tight squeeze, the desperate gasp, the low sobs that start slipping out when you donāt give him a break.
Heās fragile. So fragile.
The toy isnāt even close to the size heāll have to take later. But his inexperienced ass is already wrecked. Already trembling around something so tiny, so insignificant.
You grip his jaw, force his eyes to meet yours. āYou wanna see how fucked youāll be when the real thing slides in?ā
His cheeks flush crimson. He canāt even nod, breath hitching so hard heās nearly choking.
Heās ruined.
From a cheap sex toy less than three inches long.
You canāt wait to slide your actual dick in ā itāll tear him apart. Rip him open and break him in ways he canāt even imagine yet.
But for now, you have him like this. Clawed open and leaking sobs on your bed, begging you for mercy he doesnāt deserve.
ftm!anaxa x gn dom reader, aphrosiadiacs, 1.2k words
anaxagoras has gotten far too ahead of himself.
he writhes in place, biting back a groan with gritted teeth as he fidgets in the seat before his work station. his arousal seeps deep into his veins, wet heat between his legs throbbing. anaxa presses his thighs tighter together, pressing his sweaty forehead against the cool wood lacquer of his desk.
an experiment gone wrong-- trial and error is to be expected when indulging in alchemy. but this time, anaxa thinks, reluctantly-- he had bitten off more than he could chew.
his breaths come heavy, chest laboring with each draw of air into his clouded lungs. his vision was hazy as his fingers twitched, unsure of what to do with his overstimulated body. anaxa brings his hand down to press through his pants, eyes squeezing in pleasure at the wave of stimulation that passes through him.
"n-ngh... ā” fuck!"
fuck, if only you were here. here to fuck all rationality out of his head, push his legs up to his chest and bury your tongue deep into his drenched pussy. to press deep into him and push him further, further, to completion, his frail body wracked with shivers just a toy for you to use.
oh, he was fucked. metaphorically, and hopefully literally.
but you were away, off in the markets, somewhere far too distant from anaxa. his heated body pleads for your touch, as with shaking hands he peels his clothes off, revealing more flushed skin that prickles at the cold air of his lab.
he peels his undergarments free from his body, a stain of slick dampening the fabric. desperately, anaxa presses his fingers to his hot arousal, whimpering as he circles the pads of his fingers over his hard clit. his head jerks back at the sudden hot rush of sensation, but it's not enough.
quick erratic movements of his hand have the scholar's knees knocking together, head falling back down to the table, desperate for some semblance of balance as his brain fogs with desire. he bites at his bottom lip, groaning at the sparks of pleasure running through his veins as, quickly, he notes, his orgasm sweeps over him. a soft, calming, feeling-- his thoughts going blank as slick gushes around his fingers.
as fast as relief came, no sooner did the wave of pure agony.
anaxa wouldn't call it agony, exactly, as in his notes he'd write later it'd more be labeled titillation, or ecstasy-- but it was a raw, desperate need to get fucked.
his spine shot straight in his chair as a gentle brush of his fingers against his sopping wet clit sent electricity coursing through his body, smacking his knee against the bottom of his desk, sending anaxa crashing to the floor in a pile of need and desire.
his ears ring as he writhes, breaths labored as he works his fingers against himself.
"my love! i heard a loud noise, are you- oh."
you had dropped the groceries you had picked up at the startling noise, unsurprised at the location of the sudden alert being anaxa's lab. but to see your lover on the wood floor working his arousal, hips rutting desperately into his own touch-- well, concern was your first thought, but...
"are you just-- fuck! ngh~ going to stand there?"
your arousal grows heady in your stomach. the loud, slicking noises of his ministrations against his clit draws your gaze towards his pussy, flushed red and needy for your touch. at the sight of anaxa like this, your first thoughts is to bend him over and fuck that bratty tone out of his throat. but concern outweighs your desire to fuck him into the sheets, and you rush to his side to support his weak body.
"i understand that you are very desperate right now," you begin, as anaxa buries his head into your chest and takes a deep inhale. "but i don't know if you're in the right mind to--"
with unexpected strength, anaxa throws himself over your hips and grinds his clit down against you. his wetness soaks through your pants.
"let me be clear," anaxa says between gritted teeth. "this experiment was for the sake of knowledge. it merely got out of hand. your participation is essential to ensure that--"
a desperate, whorish moan rips out of anaxa's throat as you grind yourself up against him. he grips tightly, white knuckled, against the fabric of your shirt, thighs locking around your hips as he rides through the wave of pleasure you bring him.
"anaxagoras, i trust that you'll tell me if it's too much, correct?"
he nods through whimpers, eyes shut tightly with tears brimming at the corners. your gaze sweeps down his slutty, gorgeous, body, taking in the way he shivers in pleasure. your hands grasp his pale hips, sure to leave a mark, as you pull his leaking pussy towards your mouth.
the taste of him on your mouth never fails to satisfy you.
uncertain what to do with his hands, he tugs and rolls his perky nipples between his fingers as your tongue laves over his clit, mouth hot around his arousal as you suck hard. you feel his thighs begin to squeeze around your head, his moans becoming more and more like screams.
your hands grab and squeeze at the soft flesh of his thighs, pushing them apart. your arms lock around his thighs, keeping anaxa's slutty pussy spread wide for your tongue to bury deep into his hole.
"o-oh! fuck- fuck! ā” i feel you here!!"
anaxa's hand comes to press against his womb, head falling back as he sobs, tears trailing down his flushed cheeks as his tongue hangs loose from his mouth.
"c-cumming! 'm gonna--"
he grinds, desperately, against your tongue, hands shooting to grip your hair as his spine snaps rigid and the sweet, sloppy, feeling of his orgasm begins to fill your mouth and all your senses. you tongue fuck him through his orgasm, keeping him held in place as you continue to work over his clitoris between breaths you take.
"t-too much, it's too much! ā” gonna--"
in a silent scream, anaxa's eyes roll up as his orgasm bursts suddenly, wet arousal soaking down your chin and dripping down your neck. his legs twitch as you watch his body wrack in orgasmic shivers, head falling forward, the rest of his body coming with.
"mm, good, so good... ā”" he murmurs, tongue heavy in his mouth as you slow your tongue's movements and pull off of your lover's pussy. chest heaving, you look up at anaxa, taking in the sight before you.
somewhere, somehow, he had lost his hair tie, hair laying over his back and sticking to his neck with sweat. he stares at the ceiling, wordlessly. you, with concern, wonder if you broke him.
you sit up, gently pulling his head into your lap and stroking his soft hair. anaxa's hands come to rest on his stomach, and he stares up at you, a playful smirk drawing on his flushed face.
"the experiment isn't quite over," he says, tapping his pointer finger against his womb. "i want you here, too."
Anaxa's whole body fell back to bed as he cummed all over your hand, but you didn't dare to stop. You continued jerking him, his cock was slowly hardening again.
"I just cum, I'm sensi- ahh~" He whined at the overwelming, burning sensation. He bite his lips to try to cover his moans but it wasn't successful. The fast movements of your hand was too much for him and his overstimulated cock to handle. Poor thing, he had to cover his whole face with his arm in a failed attempt to hide his emparasment and his melodic moans.
You moved his hands away from his face "What is it?" "Too- too much, I can't." "Yes you can." You cood. " N-No I can't." " Of course you can. Let me show you." You continued jerking his red cock faster as you deeply kissed him, almost cutting both's oxygen.
Anaxa kept moaning in your mouth, but you didn't care. All you do was keep jerking him till he orgasm again. He shed a couple of tears. His cock remained dry. "See, I told you you can orgasm again. You need to have more faith in yourself." You told him and kissed his cheek but he did not responded. He was too tired and ready to close his eyes and fell asleep.
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He keeps fighting you for dominance every time you try to do anything intimate
Bondage? Heās going to struggle and wriggle like crazy
Orders? Of course heās disobeying
A slap, a spankā¦? Hah, heās taunting you and saying āit didnāt even hurt, hit me harder next timeā
Itās a struggle, truly a struggle. Not once can you have a peaceful, soft play. He just had to run his mouth with no filter. But fuckā you liked that power play. All of it was worth it. The punishments, the toys, your sadistic side that gets to be fulfilled in the process of earning that moment where you get him all docile and submissive. And you knewā both of you knewā that heās deliberately playing this losing game.
To watch his snarky remarks melt into the most pathetic whimpers, that fierce gaze producing glistening tears that roll down his cheeks. Or his mind and body slowly being conquered by you, turning into a lewd mess that couldnāt do anything but beg you for more. And the reward for every successful taming? Watching him all dazed and blushing uncharacteristically so, heaving because you were so rough he couldnāt breath. It was truly a wonderful sight.
āSuch a dumb, stupid toyā¦ always starting this meaningless fight. You just want to make me angry, donāt you?ā Youād say, degrading him with insults that makes him snap back, yet also makes him shudder in ecstasy. He was so down bad.
āI donāt care ābout you getting angry, I just want a good time. And your normal self is way too boringāahhNghh ā”ā ā¦and another slap, leaving behind a red imprint on his skin. No matter what he said, his face didnāt lie, and this bastard was smirking at you so annoyingly.
Guess this time, your objective will be to make him eat his own words and beg you for forgiveness ā„ļø
Especially in moments like those, when you got him seated on your lap like some plaything, making out with him. His arms wrapped around your neck as little sobs and whimpers escaped his throat. Your hands wandered all over his body, groping at him however you wanted. The way you held him, touched him, made him let out shameful noises with themā¦ despicable.
It took a while until you broke the kiss, stealing his breath without permission, leaving him a panting mess. Such an addicting and dizzy feeling, he had to close his eyes and take a few deep breaths before opening them again. By that time, your hands were already wrapped loosely around his throat.
When and how did that even happen? And whyā why were you slowly digging your thumbs into his trachea?
His eyes searched for yours, filled with tears and shaking. Those hands that were holding onto you moved to claw at your wrist, cheeks flushed like always. āYou mentioned you are into choking once.ā That was all you said in your defence, and he just felt a shudder run down his spine, straight to the heat in his crotch.
He was shaking with excitement, after all.
This was becoming unbearable, you moved so carefully after all. At first he could still breath, it was just more difficult to do so, but by the time you were truly squeezing, he was gagging and whining as his tongue lolled out. His voice was a meek and needy whisper as he said, ān-no, waaait~!! ā”ā„ļø s-stop, hnNghh~ or māgonna c-cum all over your shirt~!!ā
Every instinct of his was screaming to push you away or yank your hands off, yet he refused to put up a resistance. He trusted you, he knew you wouldnāt hurt him. Besides it felt so good, his heart was pumping so fast and his brain was malfunctioning, shutting down on him. The sensation of it all was overwhelming, he couldnāt help it, it was pure ecstasy.
And thatās how he ended up cumming all over your lap in hot, white stripes. Mind and body melting from nothing but kisses and a little choking. When you released your grip, he slumped against you, panting, gasping for air as he twitched all pathetically. āAh- hmm..! Ha-nghh, I-I told youā¦ Iāll make a messā¦ā”ā„ļøā”ā That might have been his most intense climax yet, now heās wondering how good it will feel doing that while making loveā?
In the end, you got yourself a trembling ruin who still havenāt recovered from the pure bliss you put him through, and scratch marks on your wrists and palms which he licked at like some cat.
thinking about fucking anaxa in a bed full of dromas plushies
āAh- n-no..! Y-youāll, hngh.. d-dirty themā¦!ā He panicked a little, the pastel blue stuffed animal clutched under his chin, arms wrapped around it protectively as he tried to not drool onto it. At first he was just enthusiastically telling you about how cute his plushies were, and teaching you their names, so why are you currently hoisting his leg over your shoulder, grabbing his hips as you slam into his squishy wallsā¦?
Tears prickled in his eye, and he twisted his body to lay more onto his side, hiding his face behind his shoulder and the dromas doll. His voice got muffled by the fabric, and his hair was plastered to his face and chest. Sticking to him stubbornly. Each thrust yanked a high pitched moan out of him, and he hated how desperate he sounded. You didnāt even give him enough time to strip, so he was still wearing that sleeveless shirt he always wore, but it hung from his shoulders all askew.
āYou just looked so cute, I couldnāt help myself.ā You whispered into his ear once you leaned down, kissing his tears-ridden cheeks. āForgive me, Anaxagoras..?ā Yet in contrary to your gentle words, you pounded right into his prostate, causing him to whine out loudly. āNgghhHh..!! H-hic..!ā”ā„ļøā He cried even more after that, snapping at you, ād-donāt apologise while ahā nghh..! B-breaking me..!ā His hands bawled into fists, squeezing the plushy tightly, lowering his head as if trying to disappear completely from the scene. āY-you arenāt s-sorry at all, arenāt you?!ā
Feeling a little guilty after hearing his accusations, you slowed down a little, tugging his hair behind his ears, āIāll make it up to you, okay? If they get dirty, Iāll wash them until you are satisfied.ā He didnāt answer you, but his hole clenched around your intrusion, thighs trembled visibly. Even if he was mad, he couldnāt deny it felt good. The way you stretched him, rubbed against his insidesā¦ ugh, he was becoming lewd now because of you!
He squeezed his eye shut, more tears falling from his flushed face, eyepatch slipping slightly as his arousal twitched eagerly. So cuteā¦ but you better donāt say that again so soon, he gets awfully flustered and defensive if you say that too often.
You glance to his large collection, grabbing another puppetā this time in purple ā and brought it up to his face, whispering, āIāll also buy you more of theseā¦ so? Am I pardoned?ā He glanced at the doll, then up at you, before mumbling into the one he was holding right now. āI canāt hear you like that~ā You chuckled, smiling when he suddenly grabbed your chin and yanked your face down, snarling at you, āfive- no, I want at least ten of them.ā
After saying that, he let go of you again, scoffing dismissively before adding, āyou are forgivenā¦ for now, so s-stop getting distracted and d-do it properly.ā
