#choked while fucked

[enigmaticwhore]

[wanders-in-wonderland]

A Game

My arms are tied behind my back and I'm sitting on a bench with my legs straddling it. I'm blindfolded and gagged, with no idea what to expect.

Suddenly, I hear the sound of footsteps and a deep, silky voice calls out, "Darling, how are we feeling?" I whimper into the gag as I feel him come closer. I flinch when his fingers dance lightly across my skin as he cups my tits before flicking my nipples.

"I want to play a game," he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. "You see, I invested in a lovely little something that's supposed to make little toys like you so desperate and so horny that you can only focus on cumming. But I want to see if that's true, and if so, how powerful it can be."

I can hear him rustling around and the metal clinking of different things makes me even further on edge. I whimper and flinch when I feel him rub something cold against my arm and the smell of rubbing alcohol hits my nose. Before I can process what is going on, I feel the sting of a needle going into my arm. He'd injected me.

It doesn't take long for me to figure out that he'd injected me with an aphrodisiac, the "investment" he'd mentioned. I can feel my whole body heating up, my nipples harden into peaks, my clit pulses, and I feel my pussy clench rhythmically. I'm panting slightly as I feel my body completely overwhelmed with need and I know that if he were to take my gag out, I'd be begging him to touch me, fuck me, please make me cum.

I can feel my pussy leaking onto the bench, creating a puddle. He laughs softly from behind me and suddenly, I feel his hand wrap around my throat. He tightens his grip slightly, restricting my airway just enough to make breathing a little more difficult and the lack of oxygen makes me even dizzier with need.

"I want to see if you'll pick your needy little cunt over your need to breathe," he murmurs darkly. I'm too delirious to fully comprehend what that means as my hips start to thrust slightly, desperately trying to create some kind of friction on my clit to relieve the pressure.

He lets go of my throat and I gasp as much as I can over the gag. I feel him walk away for a brief moment before he's back. He brushes something lightly over my neck and I realize it's rope. He loops the rope over my head and wraps it around my neck, tying it loosely. Then, I feel him walk away again and I hear the sound of more rustling and I start feeling slight tugs on the rope. The tugs become more insistent and I have to stand up from the bench I'm straddling just to keep it from choking me.

Eventually, I feel the tugs stop, but now I realize that he'd tied the other end of the rope so high up that I can't sit back down without restricting my own breathing by essentially hanging myself. I hear him laugh as he watches me, "Have you figured it out yet, honey? Maybe this will help."

I hear the buzzing of a vibrator break the silence and then I feel it. He presses the bulb of the toy against my clit and I moan deeply as my hips start to move. He pushes the vibrator hard against my clit and I'm whimpering from the pleasure. The aphrodisiac has made me so sensitive and needy that the few seconds of the vibrator has pushed me to the brink of an orgasm. But before I can fully enjoy it, he pulls it away. I whine into my gag and beg as best as I can.

"Now, here comes the fun part," he says, "I'm going to put this vibrator right here on the bench. Right where your little clitty would be if you were sitting. Now the only problem is, if you want to sit, you're going to have to choke yourself with that rope. And that is the game." He laughs darkly as the realization of my predicament hits me.

I desperately try to rub my thighs together to relieve some of the burning need but it doesn't help. My clit is throbbing at the idea of the vibrator, and I'm so, so needy that I can feel my pussy clenching.

I tentatively try to lower myself down a little bit. I can barely feel the vibrator brushing my clit before I reach the limit of the rope. I whimper when the severity of my predicament hits me. The slight sensation of the vibrator is making my eyes roll but it doesn't help to relieve any of the need that's been building up inside of me.

I can feel my body begging my mind to rearrange its priorities. I'm so desperate to cum that I'm willing to deprive my body of oxygen just so I can make this need go away. If I were more coherent, I would be humiliated by myself, but right now, I'm too far gone to care.

The desperate part of my brain takes over and I let myself sit down fully onto the vibrator. A choked gasp leaves me, both from the relentless pleasure that overwhelms me and from the tight rope around my neck that restricts my airway. The rope isn't tight enough that I can't breathe at all, but it's enough to make my head spin.

I vaguely hear him laugh but all I can focus on is the pleasure rushing through me. I can feel myself barreling towards an orgasm and if I had more air, I'm sure I would be screaming and moaning from all the sensation. I feel my face redden from the lack of oxygen and I'm becoming lightheaded. I'm so close to cumming but before I can push myself over that edge, I feel my body lift up from the vibrator as my instinct to breathe kicks in. Air floods my lungs as the rope loosens and I feel tears well up in my eyes. My own body betrayed me, picking oxygen over my orgasm.

He laughs in delight, "Oh poor honey, looks like you don't want to cum that badly yet."

I'm panting and shaking slightly, my legs barely having enough strength to keep my body up. I want to sob at how unfair it all is but I'm too focused on drawing in as much air as possible.

"Hm, let's tip the balance honey," he says and I feel him wipe my arm again with an alcohol wipe. I whine when I feel the second injection. He dosed me again. Immediately, I feel the effects of the aphrodisiac grow exponentially. My pussy flutters and my clit pulses even harder. The need multiplies inside of me, pushing me towards the brink of my sanity.

I'm so desperate that I don't hesitate this time when I sit down onto the vibrator. I feel my eyes roll up into my head as the sensation on my clit pushes me toward the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. The lack of oxygen makes everything more sensitive, and I let out a gurgled scream when my orgasm hits, my pussy spraying my release all over the bench and the vibrator. I let myself ride out the orgasm before I get my feet back under me, standing to let myself breathe and to let my clit recover a little from the onslaught of stimulation.

I'm panting from the rope and the orgasm as I shake slightly. But as my orgasm fades, the need rebuilds. "Oh honey, you're going to need more orgasms than just one to burn through all the drugs in your system." His voice barely breaks through the haze in my mind, and I briefly wonder what I must look like right now, tied up and strung out.

My body drops back onto the bench and I let the vibrator ravage my clit, relieving some of the torturous need inside of me while I gasp for air that just won't go into my lungs. I chase every orgasm like this, pressing myself to the vibrator for as long as I can before the need for air forces me to leave it behind. I cum three more times but still, the drug-induced need doesn't fade, despite the overstimulation that makes me want to stop.

I'm crying after my fourth orgasm, face permanently pink from the stimulation and air restriction. Suddenly, I feel his hands on my shoulders, gently massaging my neck. I whimper when I feel him step closer to me and I let myself lean into him.

"Are you enjoying the game, honey?" He murmurs into my ear before kissing the side of my neck softly. I whine in response and before I can even get my bearings, he shoves me down onto the vibrator. I'm not prepared this time and I lose what little air I have in a scream. He doesn't seem to care as he pushes my body down onto the vibrator, keeping me from coming up for air. I'm writhing, the vibrator pushing me toward another orgasm as I gasp uselessly.

He's too strong for me and I can't do anything but accept the overwhelming pleasure and lack of oxygen. The lightheadedness makes my head spin when my body clenches as I cum. My cunt flutters around nothing and my clit burns with overstimulation. He doesn't let up, forcing me to ride out this orgasm as another builds quickly. I don't even know if it's a separate orgasm or a continuation of the earlier one when my pussy gushes again and squirts all over the bench. I'm shaking as my vision goes white and the overwhelming pleasure and lack of oxygen breaks me. I feel myself fade out of consciousness as my body goes limp under his hands.

I wake up to my body burning from soreness. I'm cradled in his arms in bed and he smiles at me when he sees I'm awake. His lips meet mine and I press myself closer against him, ignoring my groaning muscles. "Did you like our game, honey?" He whispers to me. "I loved it."

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗀𝗈 𝗁���𝗋𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟣,𝟪𝟧𝟣 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌; 𝟣𝟢,𝟢𝟥𝟤 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗏𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗑 (𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗉 𝗂𝗍), 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 (𝖺 𝖫𝖮𝖳 𝗈𝖿 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒), 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖻𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗍𝗈𝗒𝗌, 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, praise kink, 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌, 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗑𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗇𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗒.

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"Babe, are you sure you're up for this?" Diego asks softly.

You smile sweetly up at him from your spot kneeling on the floor. Your eyes are shining with lust and trust.

"Yes. I trust you, Diego," you say with a small nod of your head.

He smiles back, unable to help himself when you look at him like that. You are the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and he feels like the luckiest man alive.

"Okay," he says with a sharp nod, "just remember our safe word. If anything gets to be too much, let me know and we'll stop. We'll take a break and talk about it before we try again."

"I will, babe, I promise," you say, pressing a sweet kiss to his hand. He nods and lets you go, reaching over to grab one of his knives.

You sit back on your heels, eyes trained on his hands. He flips the knife, getting a feel for its weight in his hands. The thought excites you, molten heat boiling up in your core as you watch him.

His movements are practiced and he does a few tricks, knowing how much you like to watch him play with his knives.

He steps forward, coming to a stop right in front of you. You lean forward, resting your cheek against his thigh, nuzzling him lightly. He reaches out, gently running his hand through your hair.

"You're so good, baby. You look so pretty, kneeling there for me," he praises. You let out a soft noise of contentment, pressing even closer to him. He tightens his hand in your hair, pulling you back until you're looking at him. He leans down and captures your lips in a heated kiss.

"Are you ready?" He asks as he pulls away from you.

"Yes. Please, Diego. I need you," you say breathlessly.

"Such a good girl, asking so nicely," he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He turns away, grabbing the blindfold off the bed. He comes back to stand in front of you, slipping the black fabric over your eyes.

You go easily as he guides you, tilting your head up so he can secure the blindfold behind your head. He trails his fingers down your neck and across your shoulders, just touching you.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, running his thumb along your bottom lip. You lick at his thumb and he slips the tip inside, letting you suck on it for a moment before pulling his hand away. You let out a needy whine and he tugs on your hair, pulling your head back again.

"What do you say?" He asks, voice firm.

"Thank you, baby," you reply, your tongue darting out to wet your lips.

"Good girl," he says, releasing your hair. He runs his hand down your arm and tangles his fingers with yours. He gently guides you to the edge of the bed, helping you stand up. He takes a step back, admiring the sight of you.

Your hands are clasped behind your back, your breasts pushed out. Your nipples are hard and straining against the thin material of your shirt. The shirt is just long enough to cover your ass and Diego can't wait to see what's underneath.

"Turn around," he says, voice low. You obey, turning so your back is facing him. He can feel your muscles quivering under his touch and he runs his hands up and down your sides, trying to calm you down.

He knows you're nervous. He's nervous too. But he'd rather die than hurt you.

"You're doing so well, baby. I'm so proud of you," he murmurs, leaning forward to kiss your shoulder. You shiver, arching into his touch. He smiles, nipping lightly at your skin before pulling away. He reaches down, tugging on the hem of your shirt.

"Arms up," he commands, his voice soft but firm. You raise your arms above your head and he slips the shirt up and off your body, tossing it to the side. He takes a moment to rake his eyes over your naked body, his cock throbbing in his pants.

"Such a beautiful girl. All mine," he says, running his hand down your spine. You shiver and let out a moan as he traces the curve of your ass.

"On your hands and knees, baby. I'm going to give you a reward," he says, stepping back so you can climb onto the bed. You do as he asks, crawling up the bed and settling down on your elbows and knees.

Your ass is sticking up in the air, the perfect angle for him to admire it. He reaches out and cups you, squeezing lightly. You gasp, your body jerking forward.

"So beautiful. And all mine," he murmurs, sliding his hand around to tease your entrance.

"Yes, all yours, Diego," you moan, pushing back against his hand. He pushes his fingers inside you, stretching you. You let out a wanton moan, your hands fisting in the sheets.

"So wet for me," he murmurs, pumping his fingers slowly. You let out another moan, your hips moving with his hand. He keeps his pace slow, wanting to draw this out for you. He loves watching you fall apart for him.

"Diego," you whimper, hips jerking forward as he curls his fingers.

"Yes, baby?" He asks, teasing your clit with his thumb.

"Please," you beg, your voice cracking. He slides his fingers out, wiping them off on your thigh. He reaches over, grabbing his knife from the bedside table.

"Shh, baby. It's okay. I'm here," he says, running his friend hand up and down your back.

"Please," you whisper, your body trembling. He places the flat of the blade against your back, just below your shoulder blades. You stiffen, muscles going tense.

"Relax, baby. It's okay. I'm going to take care of you," he soothes, running the knife down your spine.

You shudder, your breath coming out in short gasps. He moves the knife slowly, tracing patterns on your skin. You let out a whimper as he reaches your ass, the sound going straight to his cock.

"Doing so good, baby. So pretty," he murmurs, moving the knife over your hip and down your leg.

"Diego," you whimper, squirming beneath his touch.

"What is it, baby? Tell me," he says, placing the knife between your legs.

"Please, I need more. I need you inside me," you beg, legs trembling.

"I've got you, baby. Don't worry," he says, sliding the knife back up your leg. You cry out as the tip of the blade grazes your clit, your whole body shaking.

"Yes! Oh god, yes!" You cry, your voice breaking. He presses the blade against your clit, moving it in slow circles. It doesn't take much.

Your body goes taut as your orgasm crashes over you, your cries filling the room. He pulls the knife away, setting it aside for a brief moment as you collapse forward into the bed, body still twitching.

He moves the knife back to your ass, sliding it along the curve. "Such a beautiful ass, baby. I love it when you wear those tiny shorts, showing it off for me," he says, trailing the knife over your skin.

You moan, your body shaking, ever so eager as he moves the knife down the back of your thigh and across your knee.

"You're so wet for me, baby. Love the way you taste," he murmurs, moving the knife back up your leg.

"Please, Diego, please," you beg, voice muffled by the mattress.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he says, sliding the knife back between your legs.

"Your cock, please. I need your cock inside me," you say, your voice thick with desire, with need. He presses the tip of the knife against your entrance, the cool metal sliding inside you easily. You let out a moan, pushing back against the intrusion.

"Yeah, that's it, baby. Take what you need," he encourages, his cock throbbing at the sight.

"Diego," you gasp, your hips moving erratically as you try to fuck yourself on the knife.

"You're so beautiful, baby. Taking my knife so well," he says, his voice strained. He can't take it anymore.

He needs to be inside you. He pulls the knife out, tossing it aside. You let out a whimper and he soothes you with his hand.

"Don't worry, baby. I've got you. I'm going to give you what you need," he murmurs, pressing his fingers against your entrance.

You moan, pushing back against his hand. He pushes his fingers inside you, stretching you open. You're so wet and tight, and he can't wait to bury his cock inside you.

"Fuck, baby. You feel so good," he groans, pushing his fingers deeper. You let out another moan, your muscles clenching around his fingers. He thrusts his fingers slowly, curling them to hit your g-spot.

"Yes! Yes, Diego!" You cry, hips jerking forward. He adds another finger, stretching you even more. You cry out, your body shaking as your orgasm builds.

"That's it, baby. Come for me," he growls, his voice strained. You've never been so turned on in your life.

"Yes! Oh god, oh god, Diego!" you cry, as your second orgasm of the night crashes over you. He pulls his fingers out, wiping them off in your thigh before pushing the tip of his cock against your entrance.

You whine needily, your hips moving, trying to get him inside you.

"Shh, baby. It's okay. I've got you," he says, voice husky with desire. He pushes his cock inside you, your body welcoming him with a tight heat. You moan as he bottoms out, your body moving with his as he begins to thrust.

"Fuck, baby. You feel so good," he groans, his voice rough.

"God, Diego- yes!" you cry, voice filled with pleasure. He reaches around, wrapping his hand around your throat.

"Mine," he growls, fingers tightening around your neck. "Yours. Only yours," you moan, your body trembling as your third orgasm of the night builds again.

"That's it, baby. Come for me," he grunts, his hips moving faster.

"Fuck, Diego-" You cry, your muscles clenching around his cock as your orgasm hits. He thrusts into you, chasing his own release. His grip on your throat tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as his own orgasm washes over him.

"Yes! Fuck, yes!" He growls, his body tensing as he comes deep inside you. He relaxes, boneless and spent, his hand loosening around your throat. You gasp, your breathing ragged.

"You're so beautiful, baby. So perfect," he says, running his hands down your sides, over your sweat slicked skin.

You sign, your body relaxing, you feel like you're floating. He pulls out, rolling over and wrapping his arms around you. You curl up against his chest, your breathing slowing down as you drift off.

"I love you," he murmurs, kissing the top of your head.

"Love you too," you mumble, your voice thick with sleep. He smiles softly at you, holding you close as you both drift off to sleep.

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He’s asleep and I’m so horny and drippy that I can’t help but press myself against him and slowly hump against his thigh like a desperate whore. And of course he wakes up, grabs me by the throat, pins me down, and fucks me into the mattress, forcing my pussy to cum around his cock because that’s what good little whores do. And I fall back asleep filled with his cum and stuffed with his cock to keep him warm.

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Table of contents ⋮ Shidou Ryusei, established relationship, dirty talk, unprotected sex, degradation, praise, hairpulling, hand holding, drug use, drugged sex, porn without plot, breeding kink, rough sex, aphrodisiac, choking, cum as lube, dacryphilia, overstimulation, finger sucking, size kink, humiliation kink, sadomasochism play, and gender neutral reader ♡

Summary ⋮ In which, Shidou Ryusei, your horny ass boyfriend, drugs you with an aphrodisiac to lessen up your shyness upon having sex with him.

Note ⋮ Minors do not interact.

★ ─── 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐈, 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 beloved boyfriend, was a man of many facets. To the world, he presented a tough, aloof exterior, his piercing gaze and sharp tongue keeping most at arm's length. But with you, his walls crumbled, revealing the tender, affectionate soul that beat beneath his chest. He showered you with an endless stream of love and adoration, his playful nature and mischievous grin a constant reminder of the deep trust and devotion he held for you.

You cherished the way his demeanor shifted in your presence, the hard edges softening, his eyes sparkling with a warmth reserved solely for you. In your arms, he allowed himself to be vulnerable, to let down his guard and simply be the man who loved you with every fiber of his being. Your bond was unbreakable, a connection that transcended the boundaries of the physical world and touched the very essence of your souls.

Yet, despite the depth of his feelings, Shidou Ryusei was a man of flesh and blood, with desires and urges that sometimes threatened to consume him. As an 18-year-old young adult, he was not immune to the temptations of the flesh, his mind often wandering to forbidden fantasies and carnal cravings. Though he had never dared to cross the line into physical intimacy with you, the longing was palpable, a constant ache in his heart and a persistent throb in his loins.

In moments of passion, when his lips claimed yours in a searing kiss and his hands roamed your body with a hunger that bordered on desperation, you would gently pull away, halting his advances before they could escalate too far. Left frustrated and aching, Shidou Ryusei would retreat, his desire unfulfilled, a simmering need that gnawed at his very core.

And so, driven by a desperate desire to bridge the gap between your chaste affection and his burning need, Shidou Ryusei found himself in possession of a curious substance - an aphrodisiac, a chemical catalyst designed to ignite the flames of passion and stoke the embers of lust. He stood before you now, his tall, lean frame casting a shadow across your seated form as you focused intently on your mobile device.

"Hey, doll face," he began, his voice a low, sultry purr, designed to capture your attention and draw you into his orbit. You glanced up, meeting his gaze with a soft smile, your fingers pausing their dance across the screen. "Hm? What's up, Ryu?" you asked, using the nickname that never failed to bring a smirk to his lips and a twinkle to his eye.

"Mm, nothin' much if you ask me, pretty," he replied, his tone laced with a hint of mischief and a promise of something more. "Just wanna ask you somethin'." His words hung in the air between you, heavy with implication and thick with unspoken desire. You felt a flutter in your chest, a stirring of anticipation for what was to come, as you waited for him to reveal the purpose of his approach.

Shidou leaned in closer, his face mere inches from yours as he gazed into your eyes with an intensity that stole your breath away. His fingers, calloused yet gentle, cupped your chin, tilting your head up to meet his smoldering gaze. You felt a shiver run down your spine, a delicious mix of anticipation and trepidation, as you wondered what mischief he had in store for you this time.

Without warning, he closed the distance between you, his lips crashing against yours in a bruising kiss. You gasped, your eyes fluttering shut as you melted into his embrace, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks, pulling him deeper into the kiss. His tongue danced with yours, a sensual tango that left you breathless and aching for more.

As the kiss deepened, you felt his hands roaming over your curves, tracing the contours of your body through the fabric of your clothes. Each touch sent sparks of electricity coursing through your veins, igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you whole. You arched into his touch, desperate for more, craving the feel of his skin against yours.

Suddenly, you felt something slip past your lips, a small, pill-like object that dissolved on your tongue. Your eyes flew open, a look of shock and confusion etched across your features as you pulled away from the kiss, coughing and sputtering as you tried to catch your breath.

"What─ what the hell, Ryu?!" you managed to gasp out, your cheeks flushed a deep crimson as you realized what had just transpired. Shidou merely chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye as he feigned innocence.

"Woopsies. My bad," he said, his tone light and airy, as if he hadn't just slipped you an unknown substance. You glared at him, your anger quickly giving way to a growing sense of unease as you felt the atmosphere shift, the tension between you thickening like a physical force.

"M-mmf... W-what did you make me swallow...!" you whined, pressing your thighs together as a wave of heat washed over you. It was as if every nerve ending in your body had been set alight, a burning desire coursing through your veins and pooling in your core.

"Oh, just an aphrodisiac," Shidou Ryusei admitted, his tone casual and unconcerned. Your eyes widened, your mouth falling open in shock as you processed his words.

"Excuse me?! You did what?!" you gasped, your mind reeling as you tried to comprehend the gravity of the situation. How had he gotten his hands on such a thing? And why had he chosen to use it on you, specifically?

As the questions swirled in your mind, you felt the effects of the drug taking hold, your eyelids growing heavy as a haze of lust clouded your vision. Your body felt hot and needy, every inch of your skin crying out for his touch.

"R-ryu─" you managed to whimper, your voice barely above a whisper as he slithered his hands up your thighs, spreading your legs apart with a ease that belied his strength.

"A-ahh...!" you cried out, your back arching off the couch as he exposed you to his hungry gaze. You had never felt anything like this before, the sensation of being so utterly consumed by desire, so completely at the mercy of your own body's needs.

"C'mon, pretty. Let yourself go for me. It ain't that bad, right?" Shidou Ryusei purred, his voice dripping with honeyed venom as he grinned down at you, reveling in your struggle. And as he lowered himself on top of you, pinning you to the cushions with his weight, you knew that there was no escape from the passion that threatened to consume you both.

Shidou's eyes glinted with a wicked delight as he gazed down at you, his lips curling into a smirk that promised untold pleasures and dark delights. "You know what to do," he purred, his voice a silken caress that sent shivers racing down your spine. "Use your pretty mouth to tell me what you want."

You huffed, your fingers clenching the sheets beneath you as he pressed your wrists together, pinning them above your head with a strength that belied his lean frame. The restraint only served to heighten your arousal, your body trembling with a need that threatened to consume you whole.

"Ya still too shy, or somethin', hmm?" he inquired, raising a brow as he drank in the sight of you, spread out before him like a feast for the taking. You could feel the aphrodisiac coursing through your veins, igniting a fire within you that demanded to be sated.

Your lips quivered as you met his gaze, your eyes half-lidded and pleading as you silently begged him to take the lead, to guide you through the uncharted waters of your desire. "Please, Ryu," you managed to whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your own heart. "I want you to fuck me."

The words felt foreign on your tongue, a confession of your deepest, darkest desires that you had never dared to voice aloud. But as they left your lips, you felt a sense of relief wash over you, a weight lifted from your shoulders as you surrendered yourself to the moment.

Shidou laughed, a rich, throaty sound that sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through your body. "Good job," he praised, his tone laced with a mocking sweetness that only served to fuel your arousal. "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it now?"

His free hand roamed over your skin, slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt to explore the soft, supple flesh beneath. You arched into his touch, desperate for more, craving the feel of his hands on your body.

"Mm, fuck," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "I can't wait any longer, pretty. Gonna fuck you 'till you're breathless, yeah?"

You gulped, nodding your head in agreement as he tugged at your bottoms, stripping them away with a swift, efficient motion. His hands squeezed your thighs, kneading the soft, plump flesh as he drank in the sight of you, laid bare before him.

With a wicked grin, he hooked his fingers into your undergarments, tugging them down your legs and tossing them aside with a careless flick of his wrist. The cool air kissed your heated skin, sending a shiver of anticipation racing down your spine as you waited for his next move.

"C'mon, pretty," he urged, guiding your hand to the bulge straining against his pants. "Touch me as well, hm? Feel how hard I am right now, just at the thought of fucking you senseless."

You gasped as your fingers brushed against the rigid length of him, marveling at the heat and hardness that pulsed beneath your touch. He groaned, his hips bucking into your hand as he sought more friction, more stimulation.

With a swift, deft motion, he unfastened his pants, pushing them down along with his undergarments until his cock sprang free, slapping against your stomach with a lewd, wet sound. You watched, transfixed, as he lifted your shirt, comparing the thick, veiny length of him to the soft, smooth expanse of your belly.

The tip of his cock was already glistening with precum, a clear, slick fluid that promised untold pleasures. He guided it to your entrance, coating your folds with his essence as he prepared you for what was to come.

"You can handle me, right?" he teased, his eyes glinting with a challenge as he met your gaze. You nodded, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as you braced yourself for the inevitable.

"Shut up, already!" you whined, your frustration mounting as he continued to tease you, alternating between a maddeningly slow pace and a frantic, desperate rhythm that left you aching for more.

With a roll of his eyes, he leaned down, pressing his body against yours as he positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance. You muffled your whimpers with your hand, your eyes rolling back in your head as he began to push inside, stretching you, filling you in a way that you had never experienced before.

"Mm-mmf─" you moaned, your voice muffled by your own hand as he hilted himself inside you, his cock throbbing and pulsing with each shallow thrust. You could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein as he stretched you, molded you to fit his shape.

"Gonna start moving now, alright?" he warned, his voice a low, husky growl that sent shivers racing down your spine. With a swift, deft motion, he released your wrists, allowing you to grip the sheets beneath you as he began to move, his hips snapping forward in a brutal, relentless rhythm.

"H-hahh... Ryu...!" you cried out, your back arching off the couch as he filled you, stretched you, claimed you in a way that left you breathless and aching for more. You could feel every inch of him, every throbbing, pulsing vein as he plunged into your depths, reaching places within you that you had never known existed.

Shidou groaned, his voice a guttural, primal sound that sent shivers racing down your spine. "Ugh, fuck... So good, mm..." he panted, his hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm as he buried himself deep inside you. You could feel every inch of him, every throbbing, pulsing vein as he stretched you, filled you in a way that left you breathless and aching for more.

"Could've been fucking you like this for months, Jesus," he chuckled, his tone raspy and strained with the effort of holding back his own release. "So good."

With a swift, deft motion, he grabbed one of your thighs, lifting it up and squeezing the soft, plump flesh as he positioned it on his shoulder. The new angle allowed him to plunge even deeper, hitting spots within you that you had never known existed.

"F-fuck...!" you cried out, your voice a high, keening wail as the aphrodisiac coursing through your veins heightened every sensation, every touch, every thrust. It felt as if every nerve ending in your body was alight, a burning, all-consuming need that threatened to devour you whole.

Shidou's eyes glinted with a wicked delight as he took in your expression, your face contorted in a mix of pleasure and desperation. "Hm? What's up, doll face?" he teased, his tone mocking and cruel. "Gonna cum, already?"

He punctuated his question with a particularly brutal thrust, his hips snapping forward with a force that drove the air from your lungs. You could only moan in response, your body trembling and shaking as you teetered on the brink of ecstasy.

"Oh please," he scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer. "Yer only on my tip. 'M wonder how 'ya would be if I'm already shoving my whole dick into 'ya, hm?"

As if to prove his point, he began to move faster, harder, his cock plunging into your depths with a relentless, punishing rhythm. Each thrust seemed to reach deeper, to touch places within you that you had never known existed, and you could feel your walls clenching, tightening around him as if to keep him inside.

"It seems like yer taking it good, though..." he remarked, his voice a low, husky growl. Leaning down, he wrapped his hand around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your head spin, to leave you lightheaded and dizzy with need.

Your vision blurred, your mind hazing over as he continued to fuck you, to claim you, to make you his in every way possible. You could feel your orgasm building, a coiling, tightening sensation in your lower belly that threatened to explode at any moment.

"Mph...! Hngh...!" you whimpered, your mouth falling open as you gasped for air, for breath. You were panting heavily, your chest heaving with each labored breath as he drove into you, again and again, his cock stretching you, filling you in a way that left you dizzy with pleasure.

Shidou laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that sent a shiver down your spine. Reaching out, he shoved two fingers into your open mouth, muffling your cries of ecstasy as he continued to pound into you, to use you for his own pleasure.

"Gonna cum in you, yeah?" he growled, his eyes drooping to a husky, dominant gaze as he looked down at your stomach, where a bulge was already forming from his cock. "Fuck, fuck. Cum on my cock. Fucking slut. You wouldn't mind if I even came in 'ya, right? I'm gonna fucking fill this hole up until it's swollen and dripping with my cum."

You could only nod, your head bobbing up and down as you accepted your fate, as you surrendered yourself to the pleasure, to the ecstasy that only he could provide. Your walls clenched around him, milking his cock, urging him to give you what you needed, what you craved.

"Awh, look at 'ya..." he cooed, his tone dripping with a false sweetness that only served to heighten your arousal. "Enjoying getting impaled on my dick. Don't worry, pretty. I'll continue this until you pass out, alright?"

You knew he meant it, knew that he would keep going, keep fucking you, keep claiming you until your body could take no more. He was a soccer athlete, after all, with a stamina and endurance that seemed to know no bounds.

With a grunt of effort, he gripped your hips, pushing you down further onto the mattress of the couch, keeping you in place as he continued to pound into you, to use you, to make you his in every way possible.

"Oh please," he scoffed, his tone dismissive and cruel. "I've barely touched 'ya and yer already whimpering... Does the aphrodisiac work that much on 'ya, hm?"

You could only moan in response, your body shaking, trembling as he drove into you, again and again, his cock stretching you, filling you in a way that left you dizzy with pleasure. You knew that you were close, knew that your orgasm was building, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust, each snap of his hips.

Your hands clawed desperately at his back, your nails digging into his skin as you sought to anchor yourself, to ground yourself in the midst of the overwhelming sensations that threatened to consume you. You wanted to leave marks on him, to show him the depth of your need, the intensity of your desire, but he was having none of it.

With a swift, deft motion, he pinned your hand down to the mattress, his fingers intertwining with yours as he held you in place. The gesture was almost tender, almost affectionate, but the effect was anything but. It only served to heighten your frustration, your desperation, as he continued to pound into you, to claim you, to make you his in every way possible.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, your vision blurring as the pleasure and the pain mingled together, creating a heady, intoxicating cocktail that left you dizzy and breathless. Your pupils were blown wide, eclipsing the blue of your irises as you stared up at him, your gaze a mix of adoration and desperation.

"Now now, don't cry," he cooed, his tone mocking and cruel. "You're taking me in so well, pretty. You can do this, right? You can take me fucking you shamelessly like the whorish slut you are, hm?"

His words cut deep, slicing through you like a knife as they settled in your gut, twisting and turning until you felt sick with shame and arousal. You knew you should be offended, should be angry at the way he spoke to you, but all you could feel was a desperate, aching need, a hunger that only he could satisfy.

"Oh, 'ya like when I degrade you, huh? So fucking dirty and needy."

He pulled out of you abruptly, leaving you feeling empty, hollow, as if a part of you had been ripped away. You whimpered at the loss, your body clenching around nothing as you tried to adjust to the sudden absence of his cock.

But he wasn't done with you yet. With a rough, forceful motion, he flipped you over onto your stomach, your back arching as he grabbed your hips and pulled you up, presenting yourself to him like a bitch in heat.

You looked back over your shoulder, your eyes pleading, begging him to take you, to fill you, to make you whole again. But he had other ideas. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he yanked your head down, pressing your face into the mattress as he slid back into you, his cock splitting you open, stretching you wide as he claimed you once more.

"Mm, so tight," he groaned, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself to the hilt inside you. "Ya close to cumming soon, doll face?"

You tried to respond, tried to tell him how close you were, how desperate you were for release, but all that came out was a muffled moan, your words swallowed by the fabric of the couch.

"Oho? What was that? Speak louder for me, pretty."

He laughed, the sound cruel and mocking as he lifted your head, allowing you to breathe, to speak.

"M-mmph...! Yes─ h-haah...!" you whined, your voice high and needy as he pounded into you, his cock driving into you with a force that left you breathless and shaking.

"Oh yeah? You know what to do. Cum on my cock, I know you want to. Make a mess on me."

His words were like a command, an order that you couldn't disobey. Your body tensed, your muscles clenching as your orgasm approached, building, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust of his hips.

And then, with a final, brutal snap of his hips, he pushed you over the edge, your body convulsing, shaking as you came, your walls clamping down around him like a vice as you milked his cock, urging him to fill you, to claim you, to make you his in every way possible.

He leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck as he marked you, claimed you, left his imprint on your flesh for all the world to see. And as he did, he slid even deeper into you, his cock reaching places you never knew existed, stretching you, filling you in a way that left you dizzy with pleasure.

Your legs twitched, your thighs shaking as he continued to pound into you, to use you, to make you his. And with each thrust, you could feel his cock rubbing against your walls, creating a delicious friction that only served to heighten your pleasure, to prolong your orgasm until you were nothing more than a writhing, moaning mess beneath him.

He rubbed slow circles over the bulge of his cock in your stomach, his touch possessive, claiming as he continued to lick and mark at your neck. You could feel his breath hot against your skin, could hear the way his voice dropped, grew rougher, more strained as he neared his own release.

And then, with a final, guttural groan, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing, throbbing as he filled you with his seed, marking you, claiming you as his own.

You could only moan, your body shaking, trembling as you felt his cum flood your insides, filling you, completing you in a way that you had never known before.

Shidou groaned, his voice a guttural, primal sound that sent shivers racing down your spine. "Ugh, fuck. That felt good."

He pulled out of you, his cock slick with his own cum as he watched it drip from your hole, pooling on the couch beneath you. With a deft motion, he used the tip of his cock to push the cum back inside you, sealing it within your walls as he slid back in, his cock stretching you, filling you in a way that left you breathless and aching for more.

You whined, your body clenching around him as you felt his cum shift inside you, a delicious reminder of what he had done to you, of how he had claimed you, marked you as his own.

"One more round, pretty. Please."

He laughed, the sound cruel and mocking as he rubbed your thighs, squeezing the soft, plump flesh as he shifted positions, moving you with him until you were straddling his lap, your legs spread wide as he gripped your ass, his fingers digging into your skin.

His lips crashed against yours, rough and demanding as his tongue delved into your mouth, claiming you, possessing you in a way that left you dizzy and breathless. Every time you tried to pull away, to gasp for air, he pulled you back in, his lips sealing over yours as he whispered, "Just a bit more."

Eventually, he released you, leaving you panting and gasping as he guided your hips, urging you to move, to ride him. You could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, the tip teasing your entrance as you lowered yourself onto him, inch by delicious inch.

"A-ah..." you moaned, your voice soft and needy as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, hiding from his intense gaze.

"Too slow, pretty. But nice try."

He laughed, the sound cruel and mocking as he suddenly slammed your hips down, impaling you on his cock in one brutal thrust. You choked on your own moan, your body shaking, trembling as he began to move your hips for you, guiding you up and down on his cock as his cum acted as a lube, allowing him to slide in and out of you with ease.

Your arms clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders, his back as you held on for dear life, your body rocking, shaking with each thrust of his hips. You could feel him everywhere, could feel his cock stretching you, filling you, claiming you in a way that left you dizzy with pleasure.

But he wasn't satisfied with just being passive, just letting you ride him. No, he wanted to be in control, wanted to dominate you, to make you submit to him completely. With a grunt of effort, he began to thrust up into you, his hips snapping forward as he met your every downward motion, driving his cock deeper, harder into your willing body.

"H-hngh..." you moaned, your voice muffled against his neck as you clung to him, your body shaking, trembling as he pounded into you, as he used you for his own pleasure. Your nails left red lines on his skin, claw marks that would linger long after this was over, a reminder of how desperately you had needed him, how much you had craved his touch, his cock, his cum.

He laughed, the sound dark and cruel as he continued to fuck you, to claim you, to make you his in every way possible. And as he did, you could feel your orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust of his hips, each snap of his fingers against your ass.

You were close, so close, teetering on the brink of ecstasy as he drove into you, again and again, his cock hitting places within you that you had never known existed. And you knew, with a certainty that bordered on desperation, that when you finally fell over that edge, when you finally surrendered to the pleasure, to the ecstasy that only he could provide, it would be unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

Because with Shidou, everything was heightened, everything was intensified, everything was taken to the extreme. And as he continued to pound into you, to use you, to claim you, you knew that this was only the beginning, that there was so much more he had in store for you, so many more ways he would make you his, body and soul.

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