Estimated Reading Time: 25 Minutes

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Shy Blonde

Warning NSFW

Continuing Lucas's Fantasy

Ness crossed his arms, his voice firm as he pointed toward Lucas's closet. "Go on," he commanded, his stare unwavering.

Lucas hesitated, his breath hitching as he glanced nervously at the door. "W-which one do you want?" He stammered, his trembling hands betraying the unease that settled like a weight in his chest.

Ness's expression softened just enough to tease a hint of leniency. "Since you're being obedient, you can pick whichever," he said with a faint smirk, tilting his head slightly as if granting a rare privilege.

Swallowing hard, Lucas nodded, his movements stiff and careful as he approached the closet. He pushed open the door, the hinges creaking softly in the silence. Inside, the dim light revealed a spacious walk-in closet lined with shelves and storage bins. He crouched by a large box tucked in the corner, his fingers trailing hesitantly along its edge. With a deep breath, he lifted the lid and peeked inside, his eyes scanning the array of toys, each one causing him to feel nervous yet excited.

Lucas shut his eyes tightly, his breath quickening as his fingers reached into the box. He grasped the first toy his hand landed on, the familiar texture sending a jolt of recognition through him. His heart sank, and a wave of heat rushed to his cheeks as he realized exactly which toy he had chosen. Shame coiled around him like a heavy blanket, but he swallowed hard, summoning his courage.

Clutching the toy in his hand as if holding onto the last shred of his resolve, Lucas stood up and stepped out of the closet. His footsteps were slow, deliberate, each one feeling heavier than the last. The room seemed quieter now, the air thick with anticipation as he approached the bed.

Lucas climbed up carefully, the mattress dipping under his weight. Ness was already waiting, his posture casual but commanding, one hand outstretched in an unspoken demand. His dark eyes gleamed with amusement, the faint curl of his lips hinting at his satisfaction.

Without a word, Lucas extended the toy, his hand trembling slightly. His crush took it, his grip firm, and his assumed smile deepened, pulling at the corners of his mouth with a mix of smugness and approval.

Ness: "A shock collar, huh?"

Lucas: "I…"

Ness: "That's pretty intense. I like it~"

Lucas: "Haha…"

Ness: "Put it on."

Lucas: "O-ok…"

With trembling fingers, Lucas handed Ness the remote, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. His other hand rose instinctively to adjust the collar snug around his neck, the cool metal brushing against his skin as a constant reminder of his submission.

Ness leaned back slightly, his posture relaxed, but his sharp dark eyes missed nothing. A pleased smirk spread across his face as he took in the sight of Lucas, his trembling form and lowered gaze radiating quiet obedience.

"Good boy," Ness murmured, his voice low and dripping with approval. The words sent a shiver through Lucas, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.

"Now, lay down," Ness commanded, his tone laced with a dangerous kind of warmth.

Lucas swallowed hard and nodded. He settled himself down, his body tense yet compliant as he stretched out on the bed, waiting for what would come next.

Ness towered over Lucas, his stare sharp and piercing as he studied the trembling blonde beneath him. Slowly, he ran his tongue across his lips, a teasing glint dancing in his eyes. He held up the remote, the small device feeling much heavier in Lucas's imagination than it was in Ness's hand.

"Sorry, Lucas, but this is your punishment," Ness said, his tone laced with playful malice. His smirk widened as he watched Lucas's eyes grow wide, the blonde's breath hitching as he stared at the remote.

"I-I'm sorry!" Lucas stammered, his voice breaking. "I didn't mean to make you jealous!" His cheeks burned with embarrassment, and he averted his eyes, as if doing so could somehow soften the consequences.

But Ness only chuckled darkly and shook his head. "Tsk, tsk, oh Lucas," he said, his voice mockingly sweet. "We both know that's not true. You enjoyed watching Dark Pit and I fight over you." He leaned in closer, the heat of his presence suffocating. "That wasn't very nice," he continued, his smirk turning into something more devious. "So… I'm not going to be nice back."

Lucas shivered at his words, the weight of Ness's intent pressing down on him like a physical force, leaving him with no room to escape.

Lucas: "Will you at least be gentle in the beginning?"

Ness: "And why would I do that?"

Lucas: "B-because I've been obedient! I've been listening to your every command."

Ness: "Hmm, I suppose that is true."

Lucas: "I've been a good boy."

Ness: "Fine. I'll be gentle."

Lucas let out a shaky sigh of relief, his tense shoulders relaxing ever so slightly. But the relief was short-lived.

"For now," Ness reminded, his voice dripping with ominous amusement. The words lingered in the air like a dark promise, sending a fresh wave of anxiety coursing through Lucas.

Ness held the remote with an air of authority, his thumb hovering over the button as he adjusted the settings to the lowest level. His eyes flicked to Lucas, who lay tense on the bed.

Without hesitation, Ness pressed the button. A faint, crackling jolt coursed through Lucas's body, making him flinch involuntarily. It didn't hurt—not exactly—but the sharp, tingling sensation prickled across his nerves in a way that was impossible to ignore. It was uncomfortable, an irritating buzz just beneath his skin, and yet Lucas remained firm, determined not to falter under the brunet's watchful eyes.

"Hmph~ What a cute face you made," Ness mused. His dark eyes gleamed as he watched Lucas squirm, the faintest whimper slipping from the blonde's lips.

"Get up," Ness commanded, his voice sharp and unyielding.

Lucas obeyed instantly, his movements hesitant as he pushed himself upright. Before he could steady himself, Ness's hand shot out, tangling firmly in his soft hair. With a sudden tug, he pulled Lucas closer, their faces mere inches apart.

"Ah!" Lucas cried out, his eyes squeezing shut as a sharp pain radiated from his scalp. He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress another whimper, but his trembling body betrayed him.

Ness tilted Lucas's head up slightly, his grip still firm in the blonde's hair, and without warning, pressed his lips against his. The kiss was anything but gentle; Ness's movements were aggressive, full of intent and dominance.

Their tongues met in a heated clash, intertwining in a rhythm that was both frantic and intoxicating. Lucas's breath hitched, his thoughts scattering like leaves in a storm.

Any resistance he might have mustered crumbled under the weight of the moment. Instead, he surrendered completely, his soft, breathy moans spilling into the kiss. Each sound only fueled Ness's confidence, his grip tightening as he claimed every ounce of control between them.

Lucas: "Mm~"

Ness pulled back, his lips curling into a smirk as the two stared into each other's eyes, their breaths ragged and uneven. For a moment, silence hung between them, broken only by the sound of their panting.

"That felt nice," Lucas murmured softly, his voice shy.

Ness tilted his head, the teasing glint returning to his gaze. "You know what else is gonna feel nice?" he asked, a playful edge lacing his words.

Lucas blinked, curiosity mingling in his expression. "What?" he asked, raising a brow.

"This," Ness replied, his voice dripping with mischief.

Before Lucas could react, a sharp jolt of electricity shot through his collar. His eyes widened as the sensation surged through his neck, far more intense than before. Instinctively, his hands flew up to the collar, his fingers clawing at the source of the shock as a pained scream tore from his throat. "Ahhh!"

The force sent Lucas collapsing back onto the bed, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath once the shock subsided. Ness's laughter echoed in the room, cruel and unapologetic.

Humiliation burned hot across Lucas's face. He turned away, covering it with his hands in an attempt to hide his shame. But before he could regain his composure, he gasped, his body tensing as he felt the sudden weight of another pressing down on him.

Peeking hesitantly through his fingers, Lucas barely caught a glimpse of Ness before his wrists were seized. With a swift, firm grip, Ness pinned them down on either side of his head.

The two were face to face, their eyes locking in a moment charged with electrified tension. Lucas's breath hitched, his heart racing so fast it felt like it might leap out of his chest. With the curtains pulled back, the moonlight was shining giving the blonde a clear look at his crush, revealing that he was naked. Lucas's cheeks flushed a deeper pink when he realized just how much he was admiring his body.

He couldn't help himself—his eyes wandered upward first, tracing the lines of Ness's sharp collarbone. The sight sent a jolt of excitement through him, a flutter in his chest he couldn't suppress.

Then, his attention drifted lower, following the defined lines of Ness's lean, fit abdomen. Every detail seemed effortlessly perfect, exuding strength and confidence in a way that made Lucas's head spin.

Everything about Ness was captivating, from the subtle rise and fall of his chest to the faint smirk playing at his lips. Lucas swallowed hard. He wanted him—so badly it ached.

Ness: "You like what you see~?"

Lucas: "I-I… Um…"

Ness: "Because I like what I'm seeing~"

Lucas: "!"

Ness: ["You're so hot."]

Lucas: "I-I'm not."

Ness: "Are you disagreeing with me?"

Lucas: "N-no! I just… I mean, in a way yeah."

Ness: "Oh. I see."

Lucas: "Well I mean look at me. I'm not—Aaaaah!"

Without warning, Ness pressed the button again, and the collar activated with a sharp, electrifying jolt. This time, the intensity was stronger, the shock surging through Lucas's neck like a wildfire of sensation.

Lucas's body tensed, his head snapping back as the pain rippled through him. He gasped, his chest rising and falling erratically as the sensation coursed through him. His lips parted, a soft, involuntary sound escaping before he could stop it. The contradiction of the pain being pleasurable left his mind spinning, as though he were falling on the edge of something he didn't fully understand.

And then there was the anticipation—the exhilarating knowledge that Ness could trigger it at any moment, without warning. That lack of control, that lingering threat, sent a rush of adrenaline through Lucas's veins. It was terrifying, and yet he couldn't deny the way it made his heart race.

Ness's hand shot out, his fingers gripping Lucas's face firmly, tilting it upward so their eyes met. With a sharp, almost dismissive motion, he gave Lucas's head a slight shake, forcing the blonde to focus solely on him.

"Don't you dare disagree with me again," Ness spat, his tone icy and dripping with menace. His usually teasing demeanor was gone, replaced by something far more chilling.

Lucas's breath hitched, his lips trembling as he stammered, "O-Okay, I-I'm sorry." His voice was small and broken, a quiet whimper of submission as his wide, frightened eyes searched Ness's for any trace of softness. But there was none—only an unyielding intensity that made Lucas shrink under the weight of it.

Ness: "You're nothing but a pet. Your whole purpose is to make me happy and obey. Do you understand?"

Lucas: "Y-yes."

Ness: "Yes, what?"

Lucas: "Yes, m-master."

Ness: "That's what I like to hear~"

Ness shifted his weight, lowering his body as his lips brushed against Lucas's neck. The touch was soft at first, a fleeting graze that sent a shiver down the blonde's spine. Slowly, Ness trailed downward, his lips pressing against the delicate skin of Lucas's collarbone.

"A-ah~" Lucas gasped, his voice trembling as the warmth of Ness's breath fanned over his skin.

A low chuckle escaped Ness's lips, amused by the blonde's reaction. Without hesitation, he sucked gently at first, then harder, drawing faint marks that bloomed into deeper hues against the pale canvas of Lucas's skin.

With each mark, Ness's smirk grew wider, the gleam of satisfaction in his eyes unmistakable. These weren't just signs of affection—they were territorial claims, each one a reminder that Lucas belonged to him.

"Take off your shirt. I want to see all of you," Ness demanded, his tone firm and leaving no room for argument.

Lucas hesitated for the briefest moment, his hands trembling slightly as they moved to the hem of his shirt. Slowly, he lifted it over his head, the fabric slipping away to reveal his bare skin. He felt exposed, the cool air brushing against him as he sat there, vulnerable under Ness's intense stare.

His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and his arms instinctively twitched as if to cover himself, but he forced them to stay at his sides. The way Ness's eyes roamed over him made Lucas's heart pound erratically.

With a swift motion, Ness pushed Lucas back onto the bed. Lucas landed softly, his breath catching as he watched Ness move to the nearby nightstand.

The brunet opened a drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube. He uncapped it without a word, the thick, clear liquid pooling into his palm and rubbing it all over his dick. The dim moonlight of the room reflected off its surface as he made his way back to the bed.

Ness climbed on top of Lucas, his knees sinking into the mattress as he hovered above him. For a moment, neither spoke. The only sound in the room was the quiet, uneven rhythm of their breathing, low and charged with unspoken tension.

Then, without warning, Ness thrust his cock inside the blonde's rectum.

"A-aah!" Lucas cried out, his body tensing as the sudden sensation overwhelmed him. His voice echoed in the otherwise silent room, a mix of surprise and discomfort.

Ness's eyes gleamed with satisfaction at the blonde's reaction, his smirk deepening. The sight of Lucas trembling beneath him stirred something primal, an urge to push further, harder—but he held himself back.

Instead, Ness adjusted his movements, slowing down carefully. His touch became more measured, guiding Lucas into a steady rhythm. The brunet's focus never left Lucas's face, studying every flinch, every quiver as the blonde began to adjust.

"Relax," Ness murmured, his tone a mix of command and reassurance. His smirk softened ever so slightly as he leaned closer, letting Lucas feel his presence, both dominating and strangely grounding at the same time.

Lucas: "Ah! Nn~ Hah… Hah…"

Ness: *Chuckles* "God, you're so sexy. I love hearing your moans."

Lucas: "N-no, I…"

Ness: "I wanna make you louder."

Lucas: "B-but—Ah!"

With a grunt of determination, Ness quickened his pace, each motion more forceful than the last. The intensity of it all overwhelmed Lucas, and his hands instinctively clutched at the sheets beneath him, his knuckles whitening as he tried to ground himself.

The brunet's free hand shot up, tangling firmly in Lucas's hair. With a sharp tug, Ness pulled, asserting his dominance with an unspoken authority that made Lucas shiver.

Pain and pleasure intertwined, coursing through Lucas in an electrifying mix that left him breathless. His body trembled beneath Ness, the sharp edges of discomfort melding seamlessly with waves of euphoria.

But it wasn't just the sensations that made Lucas's heart race—it was the knowledge that he was the source of Ness's enjoyment. That every reaction, every satisfied grunt, was because of him. The thought filled him with a deep, uncontainable joy that shone through the haze of intensity engulfing them both.

Lucas: "Wah…hahh~… N-Ness—Ah~….nghh~"

Ness: "fuckkk~! Y-you feel so good. I love you. Hah... Hah… I love you so much."

Lucas: "Ha…! Ha…! Ha…! I-I love you t-t—NN~! Hah… Ah…"

Ness's grip on Lucas's hair loosened, his fingers gently releasing the strands. With an unexpected tenderness, he ran his hand softly over Lucas's head. Leaning in, Ness pressed a warm kiss to Lucas's cheek, the gesture leaving a lingering heat behind.

Lucas smiled, his heart fluttering as his eyes locked onto Ness's face. He couldn't help but admire how effortlessly handsome he looked, the intensity in his eyes contrasting with the softness of the moment.

But before Lucas could fully process the tenderness—or react to it—Ness moved with swift precision. His hand shot out, ripping the collar Lucas was wearing off, and wrapping firmly around the blonde's neck. The sudden squeeze left Lucas gasping, his smile fading into a look of wide-eyed shock.

The shift was jarring, the dominance returning as quickly as the tenderness had come. Ness's smirk curved back into place, a mix of control and amusement flickering in his expression as he held Lucas in his grasp.

Lucas: *Coughs* "Ha…" *Coughs*

Ness: "Hmph~ You thought. But you don't deserve the sweetness tonight. I didn't forget what you did."

Lucas's hands instinctively reached up, clutching Ness's as the brunet maintained his firm grip on his throat. The pressure was undeniable, and instead of fear, a rush of exhilaration coursed through him.

He couldn't help it—he loved the sensation from Ness's touch. The way the brunet's hand pressed against his skin, restricting just enough to make his pulse race, sent a thrill through his entire body. It was intoxicating, a forbidden pleasure that Lucas couldn't explain even to himself.

Most people would recoil at the idea, but not Lucas. No, he embraced it wholeheartedly. He was a freak, and he knew it. The kind of freak who craved this intensity, this raw, electrifying connection. And as far as he was concerned, Ness was the only one who could match him, the only one who could understand and fulfill these unspoken desires.

The pleasure coursing through Lucas was overwhelming, an intensity so consuming that he could feel himself reaching climax. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as his body tensed in anticipation.

One of his eyes fluttered open, the other squeezing shut against the relentless sensation. Through the haze, he watched Ness, the brunet's movements steady and intentional, driving him closer and closer to the rhythmic up-and-down motion, sent waves of ecstasy through the blonde, pushing him further into a euphoric daze.

Lucas: "N-Ness, I can't… I… I'm gonna cum~!"

Ness: "Yeah? Me too."

Lucas: "Go faster."

Ness suddenly halted, his movements freezing mid-action. Lucas's body jerked at the abrupt change, his breath catching in his throat. He blinked up at the brunet, confusion and desperation flickering in his wide eyes.

"W-why did you stop?" Lucas stammered, his voice trembling as he searched Ness's face for an explanation.

Ness smirked, his gaze smoldering with a mix of amusement and control. Slowly, he licked his lips, the motion taunting. "I want you to beg," he said, his tone dripping with challenge.

Lucas: "B-beg?"

Ness: "Beg for me to keep going."

Lucas: "But…"

Ness: "Aww, why so shy? C'mon, do it."

Lucas: "I…"

Smack!

Ness slapped Lucas's face, the tinging feeling sent a shiver down Lucas's spine. His eyes widened, lips parting slightly as his heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nerves.

"You heard me. Beg," Ness demanded, his voice sharp and commanding. The shift in his tone was immediate and jarring, a sudden change that made Lucas's breath catch in his throat. It made his stomach twist in a mix of fear and something more dangerous—excitement.

Lucas: "P-please keep going."

Ness: "Why should I?"

Lucas: "B-because I was so close."

Ness: "Hmm…"

Lucas: "Please, m-master…"

Ness: "Hmph~ Fine, but only because you feel so good."

Ness smirked, his eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and affection. He reached out, brushing his fingers gently through Lucas's hair, the soft strands slipping between his fingers. The touch was tender, almost playful, as if he were savoring the moment. Then suddenly he thrusted his dick deep inside Lucas. "Ah~!" The blonde screamed, his face twisting due to the pain and pleasure that Ness was causing.

Lucas couldn't hold back anymore. He covered his mouth with his hands, a wide grin spreading across his face as he was able to cum. The brunet saw the look on the blonde's face and knew all too well what happened. With a satisfying smile, he pushed himself harder, his pelvis pumping faster with each stride. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he an explosion of pleasure released from his dick.

The two lay next to each other, their bodies still warm from the intense sex. Their chests rose and fell in sync as they caught their breath, the quiet rhythm of their breathing filling the space between them. Ness, his heart still racing from the workout, turned his head to look at Lucas, his eyes softening with affection.

"I love you," Ness said, his voice low and gentle as he reached out, tenderly caressing Lucas's face. The touch was light but filled with meaning, and Lucas could feel the sincerity in the words.

Lucas's heart swelled at the confession, his smile growing as he looked back at Ness. "I love you too," he replied, the words coming easily, a reflection of the deep bond between them.

With a contented sigh, they cuddled closer, their bodies fitting together perfectly as they shared a peaceful moment. The world outside seemed to fade away as they smiled at each other, a sense of happiness and warmth surrounding them.

End Of Lucas's Fantasy

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Lucas was breathing heavily, his body sore but satisfied from the exertion. He grabbed a paper towel, wiping the cum off his dick. The collar he had worn during his exercise session came off next, and he set it on the nightstand, followed by the dildo. He figured he'd put everything away properly in the morning, but he was too tired to deal with it right now.

With a soft sigh, Lucas flopped back onto his bed, sinking into the soft sheets. His eyes fluttered shut, and within moments, the exhaustion of the day took over. Sleep quickly pulled him under, and the world around him faded into a peaceful, quiet haze.