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pussy talk
—city girls, doja cat

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『PUNISHMENT | LIME/LEMON (idk)』
nozel x female! reader
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warning: sexual themes ahead
+mentions of suicide (dazai lol)
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"What did I tell you?" His voice stern, eyes cold as he scolded you. The Silva stood behind you, eyeing your pathetic figure.

This has happened for a lot of time. Your enjoyment of suicide was just unacceptable. Though, the thought of ending your life and sufferings piqued your interest since the very first time you heard about it.

You do know that suicidal attempts are dangerous. You are about to end your life for fuck sakes. Though, you just deemed happy whenever you try to end your life. This didn't go off the hook by your one and only captain, Nozel Silva.

His hotness attracts you in such a way that you find him extremely seductive, even though he's not. His cold, stern voice, actions, words attacks you whenever you were scolded, and yet you find it still arousing.

You invited him to double suicide with you nearly all the time. Which he replies with a harsh no. Sure, he refused once, though that really didn't stop you from asking the next time. You were dead serious, although showing that jovial, giddy personality when asking so.

You thirst for the thrilling death with a gorgeous man by your side.

Though things went out of handle, and yet, you enjoy every single second of it.

Your voice wavered, excitement building inside of you as you pressed yourself against the freezing, hard table, bending over as your ass shown to him. Longing for his touch, teasing him in a way that he finds it extremely hot.

Spanking your bottom, sending sparks and searing pain. The pain was perfectly balanced by pleasure by your sick mind of him. He saw you squirming, trembling slightly.

"Say it, slut." Another one was sent towards you, pain starting to overbalance the between. Although, pleasure still coursing over your body.

Slowly giving up from his painful slap, you feverishly spoke, "I shouldn't be thinking of anything suicidal."

His face contorting into a smirk, rubbing your bare pinkish peach. Slowly and seductively, fingertips roaming over your sensitive bottom. Receiving another spank, you panted feeling the pain as your core drips down in pleasure. "I shouldn't attempt suicide."

Feeling his clothed erection as he leaned forward against your bend over self. Wrapping his arm around your bare waist, his other hand groping your sensitive buds. You moaned from the touch, feeling indescribable feelings. Lust overcrowd your mind.

"I shouldn't go off finding people to go double suicide with." You spoke, moaning louder at the end by his teeth, sharp as canine, bites over your ears.

He stopped, leaning back, sitting on his fancy chair, his eyes still on your behind. Admiring the colour and bruises he mildly did, feeling way aroused than before. Your dripping core starting to spill, dropping to the cold carpeted floor.

Snapping out from his lusty thoughts, which didn't even last five seconds, he pulled you on his lap. Your wet heat, piling over, resulting his clothed erection to mould against your opening along with the walls in between the two of you.

"And what did you do?" Harshly speaking, you cowered slightly by his loud booming voice.

Hoarsely responded as your voice dried. "I did all of them."

Feeling 'ashamed', you begged your way for his forgiveness. Though, the two of you knew what you two really longed for.

Love.

"And now what are you going to do, bitch?" Pulling your hair wanting you to feel 'pain', and knowing you, you longed for pain, which makes you the perfect punchbag (this is a joke).

It was said that you par with the Cheery Berserker, Luck Voltia. Your need for fighting to feel the surging pain all over you, turning them into pleasure. With your (element of choice) powers, you were the perfect person for practice within the Silver Eagle brigade.

"I won't let that happen ever again." Lies. You said that obvious lie. He knew very well that you'll do this again, not that he's complaining or anything.

Pinching your hard nipples as he leaned along with your leaning figure. His smooth hand lingered over your skin. You let out a moan of pleasure, pleased by the pain he's giving to you.

"Really?" He started, groping your breast and pulling your hair. "You should know that I hate lies, (y/n)." Giving out a deep growl over your ears. His hot minty breath over your bitten ear.

Pushing your body against the large desk once again. Plunging his skilful fingers (by writing) deep inside your wet vagina. Curling his fingers and pumping them. "Your pathetic lies... are obnoxious."

Those pinkish-amethyst orbs glowing as his braid landed on your back. The cold Silva's insignia landing on your hot-warm body, earning a squeal from. "N-nozel-"

"Nozel? Who the fuck do you think you are? You whore." Pumping deeper inside you, adding another finger. You panted, smiling in pleasure. "I'm a w-whore."

Smirking by your insolent words, aroused even further to the point his clothed member found its way to your penetrated hole, earning another moan from you.

"C-captain-" His long fingers curled and scissored on your core. "You idiotic girl."

Pushing further and further, nearly hitting your sweet spot. Got you to a point that you're screaming silently. Attempting to hold the pleasure contained, failing as it overflows your body.

"You fatuous, mad girl." His voice going deeper and deeper, following by his fingers.

"So, you're still thinking of leaving your captain behind?" Curling them further and further, your eyes growing and widening by his actions. Your close edging even further.

"Y-yes, captai-n." You stuttered, words slowly slurring by the end. The ecstasy flooding your sinful, pain-yearning self. His face contorted in anger, suddenly. Letting out his emotions and thoughts of your all-time actions.

"Truthful, but it's something I oppose on hearing." He eyed your core, feeling his fingers being squeezed on.

Continuing to thrust his fingers deep into you, feeling the rather rigid walls. "You won't leave me, correct?"

Your sweat trailing on your head, falling down to his desk. Choaking out your answer, finding it difficult because of his thrusting. "A-affirmativ-e, sir." Squeezing his fingers, you were edging to your release.

Satisfied with your answer, he smiles lightly. "Good. Now, cum for me."

Delighted, you happily cummed on his fingers. The sticky white liquid odour was familiar and wonderful. He licked them seductively, savouring the flavour.

Pulling you back to his lap, he peppered you with kisses as you panted and leaned against his touch. Smiling sadly, lightly, he buried his face against your shoulder and neck. Fanning his breath over your skin.

Nozel started, "You mean so much to me. So, don't even think about leaving me."

You smiled still sweaty and soaked. Bare as like your birthday suit. "I'll try, birdbraid~"

"Moreover, don't even think of asking another man." He pouted, hugging your bare waist with his two arms. Calmed from his previous actions.

"Hm~ don't worry, Bird brain will always be my first priority~"

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13/11/20 ☁︎ punishment
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