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Prompt: Bound and Gagged

Character(s): Human Au!Laito, Reader

Warnings: Dubious consent, explicit sexual content, mild blood, basically just Laito’s questionable choices getting him more than he asked for.

It didn’t take Laito long to realize that he’d made a horrible mistake.

In a dangerous situation, trapped in a mansion with a monster that was set on either draining him dry or torturing him to death, somehow, Laito’s natural reaction was to attempt to flirt himself out of trouble.

Sex with a vampire had to better than being tormented at every turn, and in Laito’s twisted sense of things, it would be easy to win you over.

So he made advances at every turn, offering himself up to you at every chance he got, making himself willing, available, and oh so interested in whatever you offered. He moaned every time you bit him, faked noises that would make a porn star blush, and made sure you believed it all. Being desired had to be a better choice than being hurt at every turn.

And weeks of this, of faking arousal no matter what you did to him, had finally paid off. Laito had finally gotten what he wanted.

You led him to your bedroom not long after a bite, smiling with all too sharp teeth, his hand in your cold one, streaks of his own blood along your fingers. At this moment, Laito still saw what he’d done as a success.

He’d been pushed down against your bed, hair fanning out in a messy sprawl behind him and he’d still been convinced that he’d worked his way into something much less painful than constant bites. He still thought that, in your favor, he’d be a step ahead of the others that you tortured.

Then, you’d pulled out the rope.

Before he could get a word in edgewise, spout some sappy nonsense about wanting to make love instead of this, he was forcibly shoved onto his stomach, face smushed in the blankets as you tied his wrists behind him.

The rope was too tight, rough against sensitive skin, and Laito only managed a yelp before you were hauling him up once again.

The next piece went between his teeth, knotting roughly behind his head and catching on a few small chunks of hair, tied tight enough that he couldn’t form any protests past the rope forced into his mouth.

Cold reality that he may have made a very poor choice was quickly setting in, even more so as, this time, there was no way to talk his way out.

You leaned in and tore his shirt down the center, ripping the fabric as easily as if it was paper. Laito squeaked behind the gag, abruptly terrified that this wasn’t going to end well for him, your fangs at his throat only reinforcing the idea that attracting you had been a terrible decision.

Fangs piercing the skin of his collarbone, you licked at his neck with a cool tongue, brushing over tender skin in a way that Laito couldn’t entirely deny was arousing, even if he was beyond terrified.

Realizing that he had to keep up the act, Laito forced a moan.

If you found out that he’d been faking, there’d be trouble, and no matter how scared he was now, Laito was well aware that to fail in his deception would end in pain or harsh punishment for him.

And then your cold hand was on his groin, pressing with surprising gentleness at him through his clothes.

The noise that slipped out that time was very real.

Laito’s cheeks went hot in a way that he couldn’t control. It had been close to two months since he’d been able to do anything, but that kind of reaction to being tied up and brutalized was not what he’d imagined.

Perhaps it was just the fear making him get hot so quickly.

You kept licking and nipping at his neck, leaving open, dripping wounds as you went. Laito’s pants were undone before long, ripped down and off his hips with enough force to almost hurt. His cock sprang free, already hard and red from some combination of terror and gentle hands.

Laito closed his eyes and tried to pretend like he wasn’t getting harder the longer you kept him pinned and helpless beneath you.

He was squirming pathetically, noises dangerously close to whimpers slipping out from behind the gag. You’d torn his shirt halfway off, ripped his pants just down far enough to expose his cock, and that small detail made Laito feel all the more debauched.

In all of his previous hookups, he’d been in control, pinning some pretty girl to the bed and making her scream.

Now, it was his turn to be ravaged.

The humiliation surging through his veins only served to make Laito harder, beads of pre-cum dripping in messy strands down his cock, slicking your grip against him.

When your fingers brushed the head, Laito nearly yelped, some choked, high noise thankfully getting caught behind the gag.

You finally pulled away from his neck, leaving countless punctures and red spots behind. Laito only dizzily realized that the pain had made him all the hotter, burning under his skin in a way that sex with human girls never had. His face felt like it was on fire, and he’d never been so hard.

“I knew you were a slut, but even I didn’t think you’d be this easy,” you said, and the low words earned a messy spurt of pre-cum, Laito whining and squinching his eyes shut, so humiliated he couldn’t bear to face it.

It only took a few more gentle strokes for Laito to hit his climax, squeaking pathetically behind the gag as his body twitched and tried to curl up under you. It was the strongest orgasm he’d ever had, wracking him from head to toe, and Laito tried not to think about who it was because of.

You kept stroking him until pleasure hit the knife’s edge of pain, wringing out every drop of fluid as Laito moaned and spasmed.

He was hot all over, dizzy and dazed from his orgasm, and Laito only barely registered that he was moaning like a whore, humiliating noises thankfully muffled by the gag.

Somehow, this felt like surrender.