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you gripped his ass like a lifeline as he rocked on your lap with impossibly expert motions.

“oh, fuck— just like that, yeahhh…” you whined, guiding him with your hands. “where’d you learn to—nghh—ride dick like this, holy shit…”

his palms, sheen with sweat, supported himself on your heaving chest as he bounced up and down on your cock. you couldn’t even throw your head back; the sight of his (unnecessarily full) breasts moving with every thrust was too alluring to let go of.

you wouldn’t mind this becoming a habit.

“god, you’re so good—“ you could feel his precum dripping onto your abdomen, and the slight falter of his hips didn’t go past you. “let me cum, leon, please.”

“you wanna come inside me, baby?” he ground down onto your lap, harder now, taking both your breaths away. “gonna fill me up nice an’ good, yeah?”

“mmhmm, yeah, fuck, fuck me—!” he was so tight, how could he be so fucking tight? like he was squeezing you for all you were worth and more?

“m’working on it,” he groaned, fingers digging into your chest. even in a position like this, he didn’t lose his one-liners, it seems.

he would love having a cute little knight he could mold however he wants whenever he wants. he may often pull you out of regular training just so you could fuck him in his office. especially if he’s so far been having a rough and stressful day. i think a couple of rounds of him riding the fuck out of your cock in his office chair should calm him down.

he would love riding you. the heavy weight of his hips slamming down against yours while he praises how good your cock feels inside of him. he loves making you beg to cum inside him, making you address him as “sir” or “master” while you do it.

“That’s enough Sergeant,” and you immediately stop your advance. Hands drop to your knees as you suck in air, breathing hard through your mouth. Your lungs burn. Your head pounds. Blood rushing in your ears while your body struggles to steady itself.

Looking up you see your captain, Price, walking slowly towards you. Having an amused look etched on his face, like he’s surprised you didn’t managed to pass out in the middle of his punishment. But he doesn’t know how far you’re willing to go, just for him.

“You okay there, Sergeant?” his voice muses as he finally reached in front of you, arms crossed.

“Never better, sir,” you say, still trying to catch your breath, as you try to stand straight, saluting to your captain.

He continued to stare down at your form.

Gaze drifting downwards.

One eyebrow lifts.

Right. You’re rock hard.

It was his fault really.

Your hotheadedness became the norm as soon as you joined his team. He knows your heart is always in the right place, but your act-first-think-later attitude constantly draws attention from the other officers. Due to this, he constantly needed to ‘punish’ you by making you run laps around the base.

After this, he always guides you back to his office for ‘counseling’ sessions, that’s what the others always think what happens inside Price’s office. Boy, they couldn’t be further than the truth.

Because that counseling session? Is you getting edged for hours as he tries to coo you into lasting longer.

So, you’re not sorry your body acts like Pavlov’s recent experiment anymore.

This time, you punched a higher-up, on the same level of authority with Price, all because you heard the man bad mouthing your team. You were fine being scolded or being the talk because of your attitude. But you draw the line when they start talking shit of your team. And they did, as soon as you heard them insulting Price for ‘not having full control of his own team’ you couldn’t let that slander escape unpaid.

So, a punch landed. Then another.

He stumbled back, caught completely off guard. His arms came up to shield his face while you kept swinging, the other officers scrambling to drag you off him.

You only stopped because you heard Price’s booming voice shouting for your name. Minutes later, you were running around base… again.

Your flashbacking get cuts off as Price’s hand lands on your shoulder. His eyes already asking you to follow him, and you did. Still tired, you tried your best to catch up, as your legs complained.

As soon as you reached the entrance to his office, he stopped. Opening the door and wanting you to enter first. The moment both of your feet were inside, you got pushed. Body still aching from the running, you let him guide to his own office chair.

“What was it this time?” he asked as he remove his belt, the leather snapping at his own palm.

You tsked. “He was dragging your name to the ground,” you pout, your words didn’t carry any venom anymore. But your heart thumps faster as he bends down beside you to get ropes from the lowest drawer.

He chuckled at your excuse. “Really? This the 5th time that happened?”

“6th” you corrected him.

That made him chuckle even more. “For something that happens a lot of times. I’m starting to think you’re into this, Sergeant,” he teases as he started to tie your hands to his office chair.

Your heart beats louder as he sat on your lap as he tied the other. Your cock nestling deep within the confines of his soft ass, warming your cock awake.

“Your fault,” you managed to reply

Another chuckle escapes from his mouth, vibrating against your body as he shifted his weight on your lap. The ropes bit into your wrists, reminding you of your restrained movement as you feel how tight and firm his knots are. His ass pressing down harder, grinding just enough to make your cock twitch beneath the fabric of your pants.

He knew exactly what he was doing, he always did. That smug glint in his eye as he straighten up, towering over you even more while still perched on your thighs.

“My fault, eh?” he says, voice thick with faux innocence. One hand trailed up to your chest, fingers hooking into the collar of your uniform shit and yanking it open with a sharp tug. “You’re the one who can’t keep his fists to himself,” another shift of his weight, your cock getting squeezed further. “Or your cock, apparently.”

You swallowed hard, your breath still rough from the laps, only this time, it was for an entirely different reason.

The air in the office felt thicker, charged with the scent of sweat and leather. Price leaned in close, his moustache brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Should we strip him down, Sergeant? Can you do it for me?”

Your hands struggled against the ropes, but they held fast. “Sir-”

“Quiet.” The command was sharp, slicing through your protest like a knife.

He slid off your lap, kneeling between your spread legs. Fingers worked at your belt, unbuckling it before popping the button on your pants. As soon as the zipper went down, he peeled your pants and underwear away, freeing your aching cock. It sprang up, hard and leaking pre-cum onto your stomach.

Price’s gaze locked onto it, his lips curling into a predatory smile. “Look at you. Already dripping for me,” he wrapped his calloused hand around your shaft, giving it a slow, firm stroke from the base to the tip. “Pathetic.” But there was no real venom in his tone, only hunger.

Your hips bucked involuntarily, who wouldn’t, chasing the feeling, but the clamped his other hand on your thigh, pinning you in place.

“Ah-ah-ah,” he warned, thumb circling around the head of your cock, smearing the slickness of your pre around. “You don’t move unless I say so. This is your punishment, remember? For thinking you can fight my battles.”

You bit your lip, nodding as heat flooded your face. The ropes scratched your skin again as you tested them again, the burn in your muscles, nothing but a distant echo compared to the fire building in your groin.

Price pumped you once, twice, his grip tightening just enough to make stars burst behind your eyelids. Pleasure coiled tight, your balls drawing up as the edge rushed towards you.

Then… he stopped… fully stopped.

Hand withdrawing completely, leaving your cock throbbing in the cool air. You groaned, head falling back against the chair. “Captain, please-”

“Please, what, boy?” he stood, unbuttoning his own shirt with unhurried precision. The fabric disappearing revealing the broad expanse of his chest, dusted with dark hair, muscles honed from years in the military. He shrugged the shirt off, tossing it aside, then kicked off his boots. “Think you deserve to cum already? After losing your shit like a rookie?”

He stepped closer, removing his pants next. Cock hung heavy between his legs, thick and half-hard. You stared, mouth watering despite the frustration gnawing at you.

Price noticed, of course he did, he always did. Grabbing your jaw, he forced your eyes up to meet his. “Eyes on me, Sergeant,” his thumb brushes against the side of your lower lip. “You’re here to learn control. Not to gawk.”

But his actions contradicted his words in the most delicious way possible. He straddled your lap again, this time bare skin on skin. His cock dragged along yours as he settled, the heat of him searing. You felt his hole clench teasingly against your length, not taking you in yet, no, just hovering… taunting.

“Feel that?” he murmured, rocking his hips in a slow… teasing grind. “That’s what good behavior gets you. But you… you get this. My rules, my pace. Say it now.”

Your rules, sir,” you gasped, voice strained.

He bound your ankles next, ropes looping around the legs of the chair to spread you wide, immobilizing you completely. Now you were fully at his mercy. And your cock twitched hard at the thought.

Price circled the chair like a wolf assessing prey, his fingers trailing over your exposed skin. He pinched a nipple, twisting until you gasped, then soothed it with his tongue, lapping wetly.

“You take hits for me out there,” he said between licks, his voice a low growl, “but in here, you take what I give. And you’ll thank me every second. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you rasped, your cock jerking untouched, begging for more attention.

Satisfied, he dropped to his knees between your legs again. His breath ghosted over your length before his mouth descended. Hot, wet suction enveloped you, his tongue swirling around the head as he took you deep. You thrust up, but the ropes held you fast, forcing you to endure the slow up and down of his head.

He hummed, the vibration shooting straight to your core, building that pressure again. His free hand gripped your base, squeezing to control the build-up, denying you even the illusion of control.

Price worked you relentlessly, hollowing his cheeks, one hand cupping your balls and rolling them gently while the other pinned your hip down. You were close… so close… your vision blurring as your orgasm slowly reached its peak again. And just like before, he pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting his lips to your throbbing cock.

“FUCK!” the curse tore from your throat, frustration boiling over.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, standing with a smirk that bordered on cruelness.

“Language, Sergeant. That’s another lap next time. And don’t think I won’t add to this session for that slip.” But his eyes darkened with lust as he watched you writhe.

Climbing back on your lap, he positioned himself, sinking down slowly this time. Inch by inch, he took you in, his ass clenching around your cock like a vice. The stretch was magnificent, his walls hot and gummy, milking you as he just bottomed out.

You both groaned in unison. Price rolled his hips, grinding down, but he set a torturously slow pace. Lifting up until the tip of your eager cock remained, then sliding back down until it all gets wrapped his warm walls again. Each movement dragged against every sensitive nerve, pushing you toward the brink without mercy. His hands braced on your shoulders, nails digging in as he controlled every thrust, dictating the rhythm with iron precision.

“Captain… I can’t…” your voice broke, pleas spilling out as sweat beaded on your forehead.

“You can, and you will.” He grabbed your chin again, forcing you to watch as he rode you. His cock bounced against his stomach and yours, leaking steadily as your dick continued to assault his spot, but he ignored it, focused solely on your torment. Walls spasming around you each time you grit back, trying to not cut your fucking short.

Faster now, his ass slapping against your thighs, the obscene sounds filling the office, you felt it building harder, more intense, unstoppable, your body tensing.

He stopped. Lifted off completely once more, your cock slipping free with a slick sound. Empty and aching, you tried to bucked against nothing, a sob escaping you.

“Good boy,” Price praised, stroking your cheek almost tenderly, but his grip tightened around your throat, a reminder of who held the power. “See? You’re learning. But we’re not done. Not by a long shot.” He untied one of your hands briefly, only to be repositioned raised beside your head, then rebound it tighter.

Now he pressed his body flush against yours, his cock sliding between your stomachs as he rutted lazily. His mouth claimed yours in a bruising kiss, tongue fucking into you with the same dominance he wielded everywhere else, teeth nipping your lower lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood.

“To… to learn control,” you panted, because it’s the only thing you could do right now, every word a struggle.

He then breaks off the kiss, and trailed bites down to your neck, marking you where the collar would hide them.

“Tell me why you’re here,” he demanded, nipping at your collarbone, his voice a commanding rumble. While he sat on your cock, only letting his walls clench and unclench around your cock.

“And?”

“To take it for you. For the team.”

Satisfied with the answer you’ve given. He rewarded you by lifting his ass a little bit, his hand grabbing the exposed length of your cock, stroking firmly. While the rest is still inside of him. Up and down… removing your cock fully, reaching further up around his back as he twisted at the end, his thumb pressing into the slit. The pleasure was blinding, your hips straining futilely. Your mind begging for release as it continues to be denied the satisfaction.

“That’s right. My hotheaded little Sergeant. Always loyal. But loyalty means obedience. Say it.”

“I’m obedient, sir,” you whimpered, the word tasting like surrender.

He edged you three or more times like that… from his hands, mouth, and ass… each denial more agonizing than the last. Your body trembled, muscles screaming from the tension, pre-cum pooling on your stomach. Tears started to prick your eyes, but you didn’t beg. No, not yet. You wanted to prove you could endure, for him.

“Hold it,” he’d snap when you teetered close again, his fingers pinching the base of your cock to stave off release. “Not until I say. You’re mine to break. Remember that, Sergeant.” Your cock throbbing like crazy, veins popping under his grip as he feels more blood pump into it.

On the next edge, he rode you deep and hard, his ass gripping you like a fist, your mouth agape as rough moans and groans escapes from you.

Then, a sharp knock echoed through the office. Your heart seized, eyes widening in panic. Price froze mid-thrust, your cock buried to the hilt inside him, the sudden halt made it throb inside him more.

His hand clamped over your mouth instantly, silencing the moans you’ve been letting out. His eyes locked on yours, fierce and warning… stay quiet.

“Captain Price?” came a muffled voice from the other side of the door. Some random sergeant, by the sound of it, probably delivering reports or some mundane base update. “You in there, sir? Need to drop off the briefing files”

Price’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t pull off you. Instead, he ground down subtly, just enough to make your overworked and oversensitive cock throb inside him some more, sending sparks of ‘unwanted’ pleasure through your nerves.

You bit down on his palm to stifle a gasp. It wouldn’t be difficult to be in this position, had it not been Price’s walls insistence of continuing to spasm around you, like he’s milking you subconsciously.

Before he clicked off, as if to retort back to his teasing, you released a moan, still muffled but you bet the random Sergeant heard it. Price, of course, caught this move.

He leaned forward, his free hand reaching on the intercom without dismounting. “Not now, Sergeant,” Price’s voice came out steady, authoritative, but you could feel the strain in how his thighs quivered against yours.

Him reaching out made his hips roll once, but you know this was deliberate because it was the same painful, shallow, thrust he gave you earlier. Punishing your vulnerability. Your eyes watered, the overstimulation from the edging and the thrill of someone finding out made every tiny movement feel like fire. “Leave it with the adjutant. Come back in an hour.”

There was a pause, the Sergeant hesitating. “Sir? Everything alright? I thought I heard-”

“Dismissed,” Price cut him off, his tone leaving no room for argument, the captain’s command laced with steel. He released the button, his hand still muffling your whimpers as the footsteps retreated down the hall. Only when a few moments later, making sure the random Sergeant was gone did he remove his palms, replacing it with his mouth in a hard, silencing kiss.

“You fucking idiot, that was a close call,” he murmured against your lips, not stopping the subtle grinds. You only smile, a sense of small pride within you as you just made you captain curse.

“You almost gave us away with that noise. For that, you get no mercy now.” This was it, what you’ve been waiting for.

His eyes burned with intensified heat, the thrill of the interruption fueling him. He started to move again, faster, harder, his ass slamming down on your cock without a pause.

The overstimulation hit you like a wave. Your recent edges had left you raw, every thrust sending jolts of too-much pleasure-pain through your shaft. You writhed within the ropes, oversensitive nerves screaming as he chased his own release, ignoring your pleas.

“Captain…. Too… much-” you gasped but he only laughed, low and dark.

“That’s the point. You take it until I say stop now.” He wrapped a hand around his own cock, stroking roughly as he bounced and bounced, the click sounds of skin on skin echoing louder now that the threat was gone. His free hand pinched your nipple again, twisting harder, adding layers to the overload.

You came first, the overstimulation forcing your orgasm without warning. Your cock pulsed inside him, spilling hot cum deep into his ass, but he didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. He rode through it, his walls continued to clench, to milk every drop, dragging out the spasms until they bordered on pain.

“That’s one,” he growled, his voice rough with his own building climax. “But we’re going again.”

Tears streamed down your face, the sensitivity making each upward stroke agony-laced ecstasy. He wrapped his arms around your neck. Adjusted to angle deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside him that made him groan. Your body shook, cock still hard from the denial and now trapped in the vice of his body.

Whispering commands from his lips to your ears. “Don’t you fucking dare go soft on me, boy. I’m gunna squeeze my ass around that thick cock of yours…” Fuck, it was so hot hearing him curse because of you. “Make it throb- Yes, like that… Good boy.” He came with a guttural curse, his release shooting across your chest in thick ropes, marking you.

But even as he shuddered through it, he kept moving, grinding down to force your overspent cock to respond.

Your second orgasm built painfully slow, your body protesting every clench and every slide. “Please, sir… cant-” you begged, voice hoarse from the overuse.

“You can. For me, ye?” His hand found your balls again, tugging gently but insistently, pushing you over despite the burn.

You came again, weaker this time, dry heaves of pleasure wracking you as minimal seed leaked into him. Price finally stilled, panting, his forehead pressed to yours.

“Proud of you,” he murmured, the praise milking one last throb from you inside of him. His dominating presence softening into aftercare mode. When he stood up, a loud plop could be heard as his ass leaked your load.

He untied the ropes slowly, massaging the red welts on your wrists and ankles, his touch gentle now. Cleaning you both with wipes from his drawer, he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Good boy. Took it all. My perfect Sergeant.”

You sagged in the chair, spent and trembling from the overload, body humming with residual shocks. “Worth every punch, sir. And every second.”

Price chuckled, helping you up and steadying you as your legs wobbled. “Don’t make me regret it. Next time, we push further, and you lasted longer before you first came. And keep your mouth shut if there’s another knock.”

“I won’t make promises, sir,” you laughed as you gathered your clothes. Slowly dressing yourself until you’re decent again.

You pause halfway through pulling your shirt back on.

“…Wait.”

Price doesn’t look up from fixing his belt.

“Captain… did you make me run laps just so I’d last longer?”

He finally glances over at you.

That smug look again.

“Dismissed, Sergeant.”

The door shuts in your face before you can protest.

“Captain, wait-” you knocked, “CAPTAIN-”

“I said you’re dismissed, Sergeant”

Fucking hell can’t believe I just did cardio training so I can last longer when we fuck.

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a/n: A bday gift for @daydaydayrk420, hopefully you like it-

You'd used a strap with her on the receiving end before, but it was always you on the bottom and her on top, your hips desperately bucking upwards into her while she gazed down at you with lustful eyes, riding you to her satisfaction until she was done.

Tonight, though, you were going to be trying something a little different: for once, you'd be the one on top, the one taking control. Well, physically, anyway.

"That's it, there we go," she murmured encouragingly when you pushed inside, gently easing the tip of your silicone cock into her entrance, which was already wet from your attentive foreplay. "Such a good boy you are for me, already doing so well."

You felt your face heat up at her praise, a low whine escaping you as you did your best not to shove it in the rest of the way. Good boys didn't do that; good boys waited and did what they were told.

The gold from her necklace shimmered in the dim light, giving you something to focus on throughout the event so you wouldn't lose your mind completely. Next to it, dark purple marks had bloomed across her skin like a field of wisteria, a clear display of your earlier desperation to claim her like the needy little thing that you were.

"Easy, big boy. Don't bite off more than you can chew," came her voice in a slightly teasing tone as you bottomed out, resisting the urge to start thrusting right away. "Just sit here with me for a moment, okay? Do you think you can do that for me?"

One of her hands reached up to cradle the side of your face, your eyes fluttering shut while you nuzzled affectionately against her warm skin, placing soft kisses to her palm as a show of tender obedience. You ached with the need to move, to make her feel good, but you wanted to behave.

It felt like an eternity for you, being stuck there like that, but eventually she gave you the go ahead. Not before playing with you a little bit more, though. "You wanna move, big boy, hm? Wanna make me proud?" Dana cooed, her hand slipping from your face upwards so she could scratch at your scalp in the way she knew you liked.

Her words were met with a whimper of pure need, your eyes pleading as they met hers, hoping to convince her to decide in your favor. At that, she chuckled, and her hand moved yet again to grasp gently onto your chin.

"What a sweet little thing you are. Such a sweet boy for me." Her tone was dripping with honey and condescension as she gave your face a light squeeze. "Go ahead, sweet boy. Make me proud."

It was then that you finally did what you'd been begging for all along, hips snapping forward insistently as soon as you were allowed to. She sighed in pleasure and tilted her head back, eyes fluttering shut and mouth parting as a chorus of groans and hums exited her lips.

Your movements were sloppy and fast, strap pushing in deep before pulling out again, her arousal almost gushing out onto the sheets below due to the pure intensity of your actions. Propped up on your arms, you braced yourself against the mattress so you wouldn't topple over amidst your greedy rutting.

You felt as though you could keep going forever and never stop, but soon she was arriving at her destination, arms wrapping around your neck so her nails could dig into your shoulder blades as a grounding mechanism. The combined noises between you grew louder than ever, her delighted moans mixing with your pathetic pants and filling the room completely with sinful sound.

Per usual, you kept going even after she'd finished until you heard the gentle coaxing from her to stop. "Alright, good boy, I think that's enough for now."

A mewl of resistance left your throat, and you gave a few more weak thrusts before collapsing on top of her, both of you covered in sweat and exhausted, but happy. You pressed your face into the space of skin between her breasts, inhaling her scent as her fingers trailed along where your arm rested beside you.

"Such a good boy for me," she spoke in a fond lull, watching you with an admiring gaze as you fought to catch your breath. "My sweet boy did so well, didn't he? What a big boy you are, getting on top for once. Your first time doing it, and you did such a good job. I'm so proud of you, do you hear me? So proud."

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he was perplexed and confused. the blaring lights, heavy music, scent of alcohol and sweat lingering in the air. is your home always like this? there were people brushing against him with red solo cups, in outfits that were not in his world.

then he saw you-- and his eyes widened. do you dress like this for everyone? do you show off that body of yours for just anyone? sylus could feel a strange sense of possession over you, even though he wasn't even from this world. it only spiked when you turned back to the crowd, a wrapping around your shoulders.

you were clearly tipsy, a pretty flush on your face as you danced. a drunken smile was on your lips as he turned to go find you. it was like his body was moving on his own.

and when he finally reached you, and placed a hand on your shoulder to get your attention, all you did was turn to him with a laugh and a smile. sweat stuck to your face as you tried to listen to him through the loud music, that same sweet smile on your face. annoyance built up in his system as people brushed against him, and as he tried harder and harder to not lose his cool infront of you. he grabbed your wrist, before pulling you away trying to find some sort of place where you could hear him.

he stomped through the halls, eventually leading to your bedroom. he could smell the scent of you on the sheets as he closed the door, hearing you flop on your bed. he looked around, before making eye contact with you.

"y-you're halloween costume is fuc-fucking awesome dude.. are you like.. like that sylus man? the one from that video game..?" you kicked your feet against your bed. the white haired man froze, something about hearing you say his name was both incredible and so unnerving at the same time. the same man he has known through the game was infront of his eyes, aware of him.

you were unaware of his silence, a rumble in your throat. "you're a really good cosplayer man.. you look like him to a tea.. even his height. its like you were born as him haha!" you got off your bed to approach him, ready to inspect him.

"so pretty.." you leaned into his ear, "just between you and me stranger,, if i could fuck him i would.. he's sooooo pretty.." you slurred your words as you stared into those ruby eyes of the delectable stranger.

hearing you of all people say that excited him. you got real close, your breath laced with alcohol before you locked lips with him. he kissed back with as much passion before flipping you over, staring slightly up at you. "that's much better.." he muttered against your lips, his signature smirk on his face. he could feel your hands pull off his shirt, throwing it somewhere forgotten.

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"do you let anyone else touch your body like this?" his pretty hands stroked up and down your chest, his fingertip trailing your skin as he sunk up and down on you.

"hey," he grabbed your chin, staring into that blushing face of yours. "be a good boy and answer me." your hands were tied to your bedframe.

"n-no sir.. only let you.." you didn't want to get punished, but watching the satisfaction fill his face when you said that made you embarrassed.

"good puppy, don't make me ask again next time." he kissed the corner of your lips, a whine leaving your mouth at his teasing before he continued to play with you.

sweat dripped down the side of his temple. even though he seemed like he had everything in control, you were not exactly an easy person to fit inside. your cock scraped his walls as he bit the wall of his mouth trying to compose himself. but with you looking like a whimpering dog in heat, someone needs to take control.

he grinded his hips against yours, his cock laying on your stomach. "keep your eyes on me puppy." he heaved, hands leaving your warm, flushed body for a second to push his hair back, even winking at you before returning to his previous state. his hands toyed with your body, playing with your chest, scratching down your abs until red marks followed. he rubbed circles on your pelvis. you were a pretty bulky man, yet putty under his gaze.

but seeing that body of yours, it was still too pure, unblemished even. the satisfaction of claiming you ran deep in his veins, and he wanted to show it on you as well. he leaned to you, kissing and licking up your neck before sinking his teeth into your flesh. he could feel you tense up from the pain, while he left his marks on you. he nibbled on your skin, sucking and kissing. this continued from your neck to your collarbone, to your chest.. it was like he was trying to cover you in marks.

sylus groaned, feeling you grind up into him. the mushroom head of your cock grinded against his prostate, a long deep grunt leaving his lips while he rolled his hips to that spot. his cock twitched and he rolled his head back, before slowly starting to ride you. he angled his hips to hit his prostate on your cock, his fit body feeling shocks of pleasure whenever he rode you.

he continued to ride you, listening to the sounds of faint party music and your whimpers and moans, and the lewd noise of your cock meeting his insides. his legs and thighs were starting to get sore

"p-puppy, m'gonna cum.." sylus heaved out, his hair disheveled and his cock ready to cum, "lets cum together." you frantically nodded, trying your best to hold out for him. you looked at him with teary eyes, overstimulation starting to get to you. he could feel how tense you were, hips shifting and your cock pulsing inside of him.

the two of you chased your high, sylus moaning while he shot out a load over your stomach, while you pumped him full of cum.

and when the high came down, he simply untied you and limped into your bed with you. the warmth of your body was something unfamiliar to him in many regards and he unsure of how to proceed from here with you. yet seeing how much of a big teddy bear you were, he didn't regret any of it.

He loosens his tie, his merciless eyes looking down. The sweet scent clings to him, that of someone who doesn’t belong to you, something feminine and soft that makes your throat itch.

Your tongue runs over your split bottom lip, the taste of blood filling your mouth. You don’t even try to look apologetic despite your face still throbbing and your scalp tingling from the tugging. Guilty until the very end.

You already knew he was going to hurt you when you did what you did. He lied to you, but that was okay, you had memorized his password, unlocked his phone, read his messages and followed him to his meeting with Misa. It ruined his plans and pain was Light's way of showing that he cared, that he felt anything.

He hit you. With his hands, with his words, his belt. He threw you to the ground like a disobedient animal and everything inside you burns with pain, also with pride. Because for a moment, he broke character and Light Yagami saw you as a risk. And that's the closest thing to love someone like him could offer.

You could apologize, beg for forgiveness, but knew that apologies wouldn't stop Kira's fury.

He undoes the buttons on his shirt, irritation blazing in his every movement. He hated things getting out of his control. "Today you compromised a part of my plan out of pure selfishness and you have no right to do so, [name]. That's not why I keep you around."

Light was so angry that his upper lip was trembling. You provoked him. Not because you wanted to ruin his plans, but because you wanted… something. You wanted attention. (selfish, in love)

The toe of his shoe pokes your thigh. He twists his neck in what looks like a failed attempt to deal with the tension. There's an audible crack. "Nothing to say now? What's that? What's with that pose?" He does that thing with the words again ── chooses them sweetly to belittle you, but you know better than anyone the pleasure in his eyes at having you like this: kneeling before his feet, knees against the cold floor and bare torso where he stands over you. Looking up at him, declaring your adoration.

"You like it when I bow down to you."

Light couldn't deny it. The blood staining your face, the passivity still in your body, knowing that you would never react to the attacks, had his cock was pushing against his pants, throbbing and dripping. Begging to be shoved down your throat and forced to choke on it.

And that's exactly what he would do. Because you deserved to be punished after drawing L's attention to yourself and leaving the invisible spot where you were supposed to be. Because Light knew he needed to put you in your place again so that you wouldn't forget that he was your god and and god was not questioned without punishment.

But not now.

"So stay right there, on your knees, until I decide what to do with you." When Light leaves the room, darkness absorbs you, a cold that made you chew on your already bleeding lips. His absence was worse than the bare-handed blows.

And when he returns, hours later, you've already had time to start regretting it, on the verge of tears and lonely. You crawls over to where he sits on the edge of the bed and nestles your face against his warm thigh. You begs then. You asks for forgiveness, even though you doesn't feel much yet.

You are obedient, hungry in fact when he undoes his belt ── leather that tasted your skin earlier. At another point, Light would have you begging for the chance to feel the salt on his skin. Today he doesn't push you back when you approach like a needy believer, mouth already opening, already salivating just at the sight of his erection springing free. So, so in need of him.

"Open," he commands, it's not necessary, just because he can. Light loved doing things just because he could.

Then Light is shoving his cock into your mouth, without pause, straight down your throat, pressing his foot cruelly where your own cock stirs in the pants. He steps on you. He doesn't fake it or go soft on you. Purposefully causing pain: fingers pulling your hair; long, curved cock as beautiful as the rest of him invading your throat as if you were just another one of his possessions. An inanimate object, a cocksleeve whose sole purpose in life was to be used.

You run for your chance at divine forgiveness, babbling around it, hips tensing under the pain, but never pulling away from it. You accept every inch, every rough push and pull of your hair. Pain is love.

The way he touches you is not about affection, it's about power. He dismantles you as if he knows where every thread of your desire begins and ends and uses it to his advantage.

Light didn't have to be so blunt about it, but he makes a point of reminding you of your place. He fucks your face, cheeks flushed as he pants and talks over you. Demanding, humiliating. "Always so obedient…" he murmurs, voice muffled and breathless, almost delirious. An excitement similar to the euphoria of writing in the Death Note. "But what is this due to...? Fear?... Love?" He chuckles, then groans as your teeth scrape against his girth. Light curses at you, but there’s no denying the tremor in his hips when you do it again and he drips precum onto your tongue, feeding you.

Masochist, even if he considers such things beneath him.

The bed creaks beneath his weight and Light shifts closer to the edge of the mattress, his foot pressing harder against your erection, rubbing just where the sensitive head wets the fabric. His cock pushes past the tight muscles of your throat, feeling the contractions, the convulsion and the beginning of a cough, and holds it there, keeping your nose against his groin as he cums deep inside.

You've already lost your breath, you've forgotten what it's like to breathe without the pressure of his cock in the middle of your throat.

Ropes after ropes of cum spurt all the way down your throat and straight into your stomach. Your throat convulses, feeling like your airway will close at any second, but you just grip his thighs and let him use you. Compliant. The taste of his seed mingling with the metallic of your own blood in a holy, sacred supper.

You're going to pass out any moment now if he doesn't back off.

And it pushes you towards your own orgasm, hips chasing the friction against the soles of Light's shoes. Pathetically rubbing against him, needing release so badly it hurts. The sight of Light's face experiencing climax is enough to make you cum, quickly and without warning, without permission given.

Light is coming down from ecstasy to notice you crumbling on the floor at his feet from simply having your throat fucked by your god and savior. Breathing quickened, fingers relaxing where they surely pulled out some strands of your hair and member throbbing on your tongue as his balls emptied.

The irritation leaves him, giving way to pleasure. The cruelty remains, of course. Of course.

He then notices the trembling in your thighs and can almost feel the moisture gathering beneath the soles of his shoes, your member twitching weakly as you searches for more. He looks at you from beneath his lashes like a small, pathetic thing, his slowly softening cock still trapped between your glossy lips. “Who gave you permission to cum?”

He nudges your cock with the toe of his shoe, hard, and you grab his heel, just to anchor yourself, never pulling away. "You're so easy. I just forced my cock down your throat and that was all it took for you to cum in your pants. Do you understand now why you are on your knees? I determine your purpose and it will do you good to remember that."

You blink up at him, moisture glistening in your eyes as he continues to step on your sensitive cock. Your mouth feels sticky and disgusting, the saliva thick and salty, your throat scratchy. Your eyes are half-rolling. Completely fucked out of this plane of existence.

Light hisses like a snake as you suck around him, trying to extract more of him. Light has always been on the sensitive side and overstimulation was a personal weakness of his. "Let go, you slut," he demand and you comply.

His hands are on your face then, stroking under your eyes, tracing your split bottom lip. It's a caress at odds with the slap that follows. Sharp and heavy. A reminder of your disobedience. "You know damn well you're not allowed to cum whenever you want, don't you?" His smile is dark and full of promises. The way it made you excited and eager. "But I'll let it slide, this time. You've had enough."

His next words, accompanied by his hard eyes, almost make you whimper:

"Just listen carefully: if Misa suspects anything, I swear I'll make you swallow every tooth you have left."

For him, he was the god on Earth. The person who took you apart, the one who decided your life or death. You were just one of his servants, a faithful but unstable follower.