#todou

"Please, please, please, baby, i'm begging you-" Drool ran down his chin, his cheeks stained with tears and his head shaking against the binds you'd put him in. You held the ball gag with the tips of your fingers, not wanting to touch the saliva drenched object with anymore skin than was necessary. "Baby? Baby, you there? Please, please, please, aaaah, babyyyy, please."

"I'm here." You replied, feeling bad for the state you put him in. You'd just wanted to go grocery shopping for a bit, catch up with a friend, and with Todou being as insatiable as he was, you'd figured leaving him like this would get him off your back for at least a little. It might have been a tad too cruel, especially since you accidentally left the pump enveloping his dick on one of the highest settings, rubbing and draining Todou of every last bit of fluid he could manage. The reservoir was almost completely filled by the time you got home and ungagged him. "I'm sorry... I lost track of time... I didn't mean to, uh, leave you like this."

The pump made a god awful sound, the suction creating a wet clicking noise that made you turn up your nose, though that could also be the smell. Besides sucking his cock, it also buzzed against the skin and rubbed small silicon bumps against the shaft. If that wasn't enough there was also a small clasp that went around Todou's sizeable balls, massaging them gently.

To say he was overstimulated was probably an understatement.

You'd expected him to break the handcuffs as soon as he'd had his fun, so to find him still in the exact same position tied to the bed, you wondered what went wrong. He could break steel, easily, so why did these fur-lined handcuffs suddenly stop his entire bulk from escaping? By now, it should hurt tremendously right?

There was a lot about Todou that just didn't make sense.

The second you announced your presence, his whining got louder, pleas for you to help him growing louder and louder. His skin was shining with sweat, which you could see had rubbed down on the bedsheets. "You're here, oh thank god, aaah, please baby, I've been good, right? You can help me now?"

Ah, so he'd stayed in place because he thought you wanted him to. That made you feel even worse.

"I'll turn it off now."

You pulled the plug connected to the toy out of the socket, still horrified Todou had this in his possession, though you felt that way with a lot of his purchases. Fuck-machines, vibrators, cock rings, anal beads, butt plugs, strap-ons and all other sorts of debauched objects all resided neatly in a hidden cabinet in the sorcerers closet.

You'd gotten rather familiar with each and every single one of the items, though mostly against your will.

The moment it turned off, you heard Todou make a noise of relief, though it might as well have been a sob. The blindfold was still on, but he still moved his head up, able to follow your movements even without sight. "Thank you, thank you, I knew you wouldn't leave me like that."

"I'm sorry I took as long as I did." It felt right to apologize, especially since his tear stained and reddened cheeks made you feel like pure shit. Todou was a menace, but you might've went too far here. You pulled the pump off, the man bound to the table wincing as you did so. "It... wasn't nice of me."

To your absolute surprise, Todou's girthy dick didn't flop down, spent, as you pulled the pump off, instead it was as hard as it had been when you put it on, twitching violently.

"It's fine, baby, I don't mind." He said excitedly, his voice holding a tinge of impatience. He licked his lips. "Just ride me and I'll forgive you, fuck, please just fuck me."

"Wait, what?!" Why did he still want to fuck you? He'd been crying when you came in, drooling all over his gag, he couldn't possibly still be horny right? "You're still not done? Doesn't it hurt?"

"It does hurt!" He whined, his hips thrusting up into nothing, his dick leaking pre-cum as he desperately made the motions. "It just kept on sucking and I couldn't help but cum, and it hurt so bad but it ain't enough, it ain't enough. I need to fill you up baby, please? I don't need the pump anymore, just need you, need to fill you up."

How was this man still hard?! You'd been gone for two hours, the machine draining him non-stop and he still found the energy to want to fuck you even after all that?! His desperate whining and thrusting proved you right in your assessment this afternoon: if you hadn't put him in this position, you wouldn't have gotten anything done.

Your relationship had been odd from the start, especially since you couldn't exactly remember agreeing to it, but it had been fine at first. He brought you flowers, took you out, made you dinner. It had all been kind of nice, when you ignored that he was a massive creep that stalked you day and night.

The moment sex had been introduced to your relationship, something had snapped within the muscled sorcerer, as suddenly every free moment spent alone with you was filled with him attempting to fuck you. He still did the romantic gestures, sure, but if you'd even slightly touch him in gratitude, you were bent over the nearest surface and pounded into next week.

He was like a bunny, absolutely insatiable. Today had been your first shared free day in weeks, and you knew it would be spent with nothing but sex if you didn't put a stop to it. You had things to do after all. Putting him in this contraption and leaving him was a rather extreme idea, but you couldn't just tell him no and go away. He wouldn't accept that.

Tricking him into thinking it was something kinky and blindfolding him so you could leave was underhanded, but apparently necessary if you wanted to do anything.

Still, for him to still be hard after two hours of continuous orgasming was impressive and terrifying at the same time, and you didn't really know what to do right now. While you did feel at least slightly horny watching Todou writhe and hump the air, you'd just recovered from the last time he'd stretched you out and your legs wouldn't agree with your decision to sink yourself on his cock right now.

"I have class in a bit, I can't." You lied, the reality of you not feeling up to riding the muscled man tied to your bed not something you could tell Todou. "...Do you want me to put the pump back or something?"

"No! Noooo! Baby, don't do that to me." He cried out, desperation to get used clear in his voice and body language. "Just ride me for a bit, okay? I just need to cum a few times. Class can wait. It can all wait. I can't."

Despite the fact that having class was a lie, you still felt irritated how easily he was disregarding your plans. "I can put the pump back or I can let you go, if you have anything better to do. What do you want?"

Todou looked at you through the blindfold and frowned, a tinge of anger shining through his tensed jaw and the way he struggled against the bonds. "If you let me go I'll fuck you, I need to. Either sit on my dick or let me bend you over, I don't care, I just need to fill you up, baby."

You frowned right back, and decided to be a bit mean, especially since he was being such a bitch. "The pump it is."

His frown turned into a saddened pout.

"Baby, noooo! Please, please, I just need you-" you interrupted his begging by putting the gag back into place. He struggled against his bonds but didn't break them, despite both of you knowing he could very well do so. It meant you weren't completely being unfair, as he could escape anytime he wanted to. It meant that he was still enjoying this-

-which was probably worse.

You placed the pump back on his dick and put the plug back in the socket, turning on one of the highest settings. Immediately the device began making squelching sounds again, and Todou shuddered as he thrust up, his abused dick once again getting milked by the device.

To maybe speed along the process of wearing him out, so the next time you removed the gag he would just sit with you and watch a movie instead of hump against your leg, you grabbed a small vibrator from his box.

Lubing it up with strawberry flavored lube, you moved to his legs and lifted them up, which he allowed you to do so, hoping you would perhaps change your mind. You let your fingers spread his cheeks, encouraged by the desperate whimpers above you, lining up the toy with Todou's entrance.

Slowly pushing the small lubed vibrator into his ass, you chuckled a bit as Todou immediately shuddered again, the reservoir on the pump holding his cum filling up just a tad more.

As you left the room, intending to just chill for a while, you tried to ignore the sounds Todou made through the gag and hoped he would be back to normal soon.

The truth was that the last time you’d taken Todou to a night out, he’d embarassed you immensely by constantly picking fights, asking weird questions and constantly keeping a hand on you. After the gathering, you’d gotten angry at him because he just couldn’t keep the peace for three seconds, riling up the other boyfriends as if it was his job. 

He’d refused to apologize, saying that testing your friends was normal for a boyfriend, and he couldn’t very well keep his hands off of you in front of other people, right?

The argument had died when you realized he would never apologize, maxing out at how he found it regrettable you were upset. Now it had been weeks since you’d seen your friends, and you wanted to reconnect without having to worry about managing Todou and his immense need for contant PDA. 

“You’re lying.” 

You exhaled. wondering whether you were going to go on and try to bluff your way out of this, or start the fight that had been weeks in the making. You didn’t even know how he could tell you were lying, but since Todou always had a weird sort of omniscience, you didn’t even question it. 

“You know what? Yeah, yeah that was a lie.” You set down your bag on the table, needing both hands just to be able to express how annoyed you still were by his behaviour. “Last time you really embarassed me by constantly trying to touch me and picking fights with anyone who’d say a word. You refused to apologize, and that’s fine, but don’t blame me for not wanting you around my friends anymore after that stunt.”

Todou seemed non-plussed. “Did they tell you to say that?”

“What?” You sputtered. “Of course not.”

He nodded and sighed deeply, as if he’d been expecting this, and stood up from the couch with a patient smile, stepping towards you to pull you into a hug. “Such a boring group was bound to be a bad influence on you, I just knew it the moment I met them.” 

You tried to push him away, but he just held on tighter, nuzzling his cheek into your hair. “Don’t worry. I know my girlfriend would never say something like that without being manipulated.”

UVOGIN

“Duuude, I saw your neighbor staring again.” Tom didn’t have the sense to wait till he was inside before shit talking your neighbor, who undoubtedly heard him as he hung around his yard most of the day. “You should get some blinds or something, to keep him from lookin’ in like that. It’s creeeepy!”

“He’s nice, don’t talk about him like that!” You scolded, slapping his head as he walked past you to the hallway to hang his coat. “When I texted you last week that I had no water, it wasn’t exactly you who showed up and fixed it.”

“He did?” Tom looked surprised. “How did he know you didn’t have any water?”

You explained how Uvo had explained it, how your house’s waterpipes were apparently interconnected, so when he’d noticed a problem on his side, he figured you’d also need help. Tom hummed thoughtfully at the explanation and dropped the subject, thinking of more interesting things to talk about than some creepy neighbor. 

Uvogin didn’t think he was creepy. Not by a longshot. He’d been called a lot of things in his life: a brute, criminal, heartless and loads more, but creepy had never been part of that description. He was upfront about most things, and didn’t have the scheming personality or the weird aura to be considered off-putting in that regard. People either liked him or feared him. 

Still, as he scratched his the scruff on his cheek and looked through your window from his porch, carefully following your movements throughout the house, he could definitely see how his current actions could be interpreted as creepy. He wasn’t exactly hiding the way he looked at you, after all.

It wasn’t his fault! He was under strict instructions to lay low, and there were some plans that required his presence in the area to remain unknown, but those plans were made before you started living next to him, before you showed up at his front door with some homecooked dish, before you so sweetly seemed to beg to be taken by him. 

He felt like a vulture, waiting for the perfect moment, the perfect time to snoop in and take you for himself. Such cowardly tactics were supposed to be below him, since his usual strategy would be just to smash the door in and take what he wanted, like a true bandit, but the boss’ orders were absolute, and that meant he had to wait. 

A missing person would attract attention, but luckily you’d dropped in conversation when he’d come by to fix the waterpipes (he’d also broken himself) that you would be going hiking this weekend, meaning that the moment that obnoxious friend of yours left, no one would find it weird if you didn’t respond for a few days. By the time they figured to look for you, Uvo would be out of the area, and they would point all their attention to a hiking area y/n would’ve never arrived at.

To have you in his arms at night, to have you make dinner like you’d done for him before, to have you terrified and quivering the moment you realized his true intentions? It was simply too good, too good to ruin by haste. And thus he sat on the porch, eyes following your form through the windows, barely containing the dangerous aura that threatened to escape him.

He would wait.

RAPPA

It was quiet after you finally managed to land a punch, the only sounds interrupting the tense moment being your laboured breathing and several onlookers gasp of surprise. 

You looked at your fist in surprise, not understanding how you could’ve pulled it off after months of it seeming an unachievable goal. Rappa seemed to be in the same headspace, his mouth a thin line as he touched his cheek and felt the unmistakenable sting of tender skin. 

A fellow student gave out a small cheer and congratulated you, but even you seemed too out of it to respond with anything but a timid ‘thank you’. You still waited for Rappa to respond, to say something on the subject of finally getting punched in the face by someone he’d been training for months. 

Eventually he stood up to his full height, and ordered everyone who wasn’t you to go outside. His voice had a hoarse tinge to it, and the training hall slowly drained empty, looks of amazement and slight worry sent your way. 

It wasn’t something new for someone to hit Rappa, hell, everyone who trained under him had managed at least once since he didn’t really avoid most attacks. Except you. You hadn’t ever managed to hit him, despite months of personal tutelage. Until now. 

Everyone knew you were Rappa’s favourite, despite being the weakest. He called you a ‘useless little mutt’, an insult that you realized had an affectionate tint to it after he walked you home for the third time that week after personal one on one lessons. You’d started this entire charade to learn some self-defense, but you were so awfully untalented, Rappa had told you he’d protect you in your own stead, at least until you improved. 

A goal that seemed to come closer with this first hurdle cleared.

“I.... did it.” You softly called out, and Rappa took a step towards you, his presence intimidating, though you didn’t pay any notice to it. You let loose a beaming smile. “I did it, Rappa!” 

“This doesn’t change anythin’.” You looked up at him in surprise, having expected him to be happy at your improvement. Instead he seemed angry, and annoyed at the slight ache in his cheek. It didn’t hurt. It didn’t. You were still so fucking weak, a full punch did absolutely no damage to him. “You’re still weak.”

“But I managed to punch you!” You argued, dissapointed he didn’t share your enthusiasm. “That’s an improvement, right!” 

“It took you months to badly hit me, somethin’ others did within three weeks.” He took another step toward you, linked his arms around your neck and twisted your form until you were lunged to the floor. “If you’re improvin’ so much, what are you goin’ to do now, huh?!” 

You tried to escape his grasp, and he eventually let you go, to let you stumble to your feet, only to attack you again, this time grasping you and pulling you into a full nelson, clasping his hands behind your neck. “Huh?! What are you going to do now, huh?! Nothing! Nothing at all! Since you’re still a weak piece of shit that can’t do anything by themselves.” 

You felt tears escape your eyes as he pushed your body into more painful positions, your arms overstretched and your legs aching with pain. 

He eventually fully let you go, throwing you on the floor, before crouching beside you and grasping your face.