Reader Insert! Reader x Season 0 Seto Kaiba
Warnings: NSFW, Power Play, Name Calling, Prostitution, Underage
Reader x Seto Kaiba
Mentions of Pride/Rivalshipping, Guardshipping
You stand naked in front of a short kid, his long hair dyed green. Golden eyes matching the embroidery on his perfectly-straight white uniform appraise your body mockingly.
“I should have known better than to let Isono do the hiring on this one,” the cold voice finally utters.
He stands in front of a luxurious four-poster bed, red velvet comforter matching the canopy. The posts and ornamentation appear to be real gold. The rest of the room is a pale green-gray color, providing contrast to the gold and red decorations. Overall the whole room screams “wealth.”
Your attention is drawn back to him as he undoes the buttons on his white uniform, releasing his long, smooth cock from it’s prison. He slowly begins stroking it while continuing to look at you with those cold eyes.
You think back on how it got to this point.
“The young master is looking to add a female … companion to the staff,” the middle-aged man in front of you described. He was wearing sunglasses even though the interview was being conducted indoors. His black hair was combed close to his head, although some longer ends stuck up on both sides. His mustache twitched in what might have been considered a half-smile. “Do not worry, you will be duly compensated.”
“I believe I can handle that,” you replied as professionally as possible. You knew what kind of job this would be before the interview. It would finally be your break to becoming more than an escort, gaining some job security in the process.
“The young master is not very considerate. Is this something you can handle?”
“Inconsiderate how? I have dealt with my fair share of inconsiderate clients in the past. I believe I should be able to handle this.”
The man across from you cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable. “He likely will want to engage in power play. He will likely call you names and treat you with disrespect and expect you to like it.”
The way that his cheeks flushed and he averted his eyes as he made the statement gave more clues than you were willing to bet he intended. He crossed his legs uncomfortably.
You visibly relaxed however. This is something you are very used to. In fact, if you had to be honest, it is something you enjoy. Your answer reflected this fact. After taking your dimensions and samples for tests, you are lead out of the room. A day later you were called back and hired to be the “live-in maid.”
“Well slut,” the green-haired boy addresses you, “it’s time for you to serve your purpose.”
“Yes, Master Kaiba,” you say, adding a hint of seduction to your voice. Your heartbeat speeds up in anticipation.
The boy digs in his pocket for a condom and slips it on with ease. He obviously has done this before. You think back to the meeting you had with Isono and have to assume it had been the job of that poor man to satisfy the Young Master’s needs before this.
Roughly you find yourself being pushed into a kneeling position on the bed. Your hair is pulled until you find yourself face down, butt up. Your hands are held roughly behind you and you feel a light cloth tighten around them before they are released. Moisture begins to coat the walls of your pussy uncontrollably.
Without even taking off his clothes, Master Kaiba thrusts slowly into you. It is surprisingly gentle for the treatment you have been receiving until now. However, he doesn’t wait for any adjustment as he begins slowly moving back and forth, grunting as he goes. His hands find their way to your hips, pressuring them back and forth to gain leverage as he thrusts.
Your nipples are hardening at the treatment, perhaps because they brush against the velvety comforter as your body rocks into the Young Master’s, perhaps just at your own kinks being fulfilled. You groan.
“Did I give you permission to make noise?” he commands rather than questions.
“S-s-sorry Master,” you stutter in response. “It just feels so good.”
You can hear the smirk in his voice as he threatens to get a gag.
“I’ll be good now Master,” you find yourself saying, even though you would not mind that treatment either, “I promise.”
“Remember, you are here only to serve my needs.”
You nod in agreement, but know that your needs will be served in the process.
It appears that he has grown impatient as he speeds up, gripping your hips tighter as he relentlessly picks up the pace. It is all you can do to keep from moaning as he repeatedly hits the tender spot at the deepest part of your hole. You clench your muscles around him in time with his thrusts, heightening your own pleasure. It appears that it also serves the Master well, as you can feel him throbbing harder with each contraction of muscles, and his groans crescendo.
You can no longer hold back your own noises, and soft whimpers begin to escape your lips. He says nothing about it. His thrusts become more jerky and he wraps his right hand around your waist, attaching to your left hip, and begins using this as leverage, his left hand solidly against the bed now. The spasms in his penis have lost rhythm and become erratic, you simply tighten your walls around him and hope it is enough. With a final deep thrust he shudders against you. The orgasm itself is wordless, but it is followed up by a noise as quiet as a whisper.
“I will get you Yugi. I will get you for doing this to me.”
Unceremoniously he drops you and peels off the condom, throwing it into a wastebasket you hadn’t seen on the far side of the bed.
Undoing your wrists he flips you over onto your back. You expect this to be all, but are surprised when he slides your legs apart and dives between them with his face.
After burrowing deep within, his nose doing some work even, he pulls back and explains to your quizzical expression, “you’ve been a good slave. Make noise if you want”
He is talented and relentless. You aren’t quite sure what to make of the sudden attention, but it certainly feels good. His tongue ruthlessly probes, finally finding a spot partway between your clit and your vagina that makes you moan to high hell. Smirking into you he continues at the spot, simultaneously rubbing your clit roughly with his thumb.
He stops for a moment. “You like this, don’t you slave?” His breath feels hot against you, as he speaks into the crevice between your legs.
You nod.
“Beg me to continue.”
“P-please,” you breathily manage.
“And who are you asking?”
“Master,” the air catches in the back of your dry throat. “Please Master”
His thumb twitches over your clit and you moan readily.
“Like this?” The voice is surprisingly gentle, though still filled with power.
“Y-yes.”
It seems he has had enough verbal play for now and he resumes just as ferociously as before. Your hands tighten into fists, grabbing whatever they can. Your hips push against his mouth unwittingly. You are barely aware of what is happening anymore, just the pleasure at the sensations coming from down below. Finally you lose all control and your hands alight into his hair. It is feathery and light to the touch and you pet it softly. You have never had this kind of experience before. As hot as it had been to be used as Master Kaiba’s personal blow-up doll, this treatment is even better.
Thinking back to the way he used your body, you shudder and groan, missing the feeling of him inside you. Desire flushes your face and you wantonly yell out Kaiba’s name, forgoing the word Master. Rather than stopping, the grin gets wider, finally slowing, the pressure increasing along with the deceleration. It is too much and your muscles clench involuntarily and a small bust of liquid escapes you. You relax into his touch before realizing what has just happened.
“Master?” you question hesitantly.
Sitting up he grins at you. “If you continue to please me more of this is in store for you. But for now you are dismissed.” Stuffing himself back into his pants, he turns to leave, dismissing you to your room.
You feel like something strange happened before the sudden switch in behavior, but your mind blanks and all you can think of is the treatment you received. It isn’t until later when you are laying down for bed at night that you remember the strange words he uttered after he orgasmed and before attacking your body.
Reader x Seto Kaiba
Mentions of Pride/Rivalshipping, Guardshipping
You stand naked in front of a short kid, his long hair dyed green. Golden eyes matching the embroidery on his perfectly-straight white uniform appraise your body mockingly.
“I should have known better than to let Isono do the hiring on this one,” the cold voice finally utters.
He stands in front of a luxurious four-poster bed, red velvet comforter matching the canopy. The posts and ornamentation appear to be real gold. The rest of the room is a pale green-gray color, providing contrast to the gold and red decorations. Overall the whole room screams “wealth.”
Your attention is drawn back to him as he undoes the buttons on his white uniform, releasing his long, smooth cock from it’s prison. He slowly begins stroking it while continuing to look at you with those cold eyes.
You think back on how it got to this point.
“The young master is looking to add a female … companion to the staff,” the middle-aged man in front of you described. He was wearing sunglasses even though the interview was being conducted indoors. His black hair was combed close to his head, although some longer ends stuck up on both sides. His mustache twitched in what might have been considered a half-smile. “Do not worry, you will be duly compensated.”
“I believe I can handle that,” you replied as professionally as possible. You knew what kind of job this would be before the interview. It would finally be your break to becoming more than an escort, gaining some job security in the process.
“The young master is not very considerate. Is this something you can handle?”
“Inconsiderate how? I have dealt with my fair share of inconsiderate clients in the past. I believe I should be able to handle this.”
The man across from you cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable. “He likely will want to engage in power play. He will likely call you names and treat you with disrespect and expect you to like it.”
The way that his cheeks flushed and he averted his eyes as he made the statement gave more clues than you were willing to bet he intended. He crossed his legs uncomfortably.
You visibly relaxed however. This is something you are very used to. In fact, if you had to be honest, it is something you enjoy. Your answer reflected this fact. After taking your dimensions and samples for tests, you are lead out of the room. A day later you were called back and hired to be the “live-in maid.”
“Well slut,” the green-haired boy addresses you, “it’s time for you to serve your purpose.”
“Yes, Master Kaiba,” you say, adding a hint of seduction to your voice. Your heartbeat speeds up in anticipation.
The boy digs in his pocket for a condom and slips it on with ease. He obviously has done this before. You think back to the meeting you had with Isono and have to assume it had been the job of that poor man to satisfy the Young Master’s needs before this.
Roughly you find yourself being pushed into a kneeling position on the bed. Your hair is pulled until you find yourself face down, butt up. Your hands are held roughly behind you and you feel a light cloth tighten around them before they are released. Moisture begins to coat the walls of your pussy uncontrollably.
Without even taking off his clothes, Master Kaiba thrusts slowly into you. It is surprisingly gentle for the treatment you have been receiving until now. However, he doesn’t wait for any adjustment as he begins slowly moving back and forth, grunting as he goes. His hands find their way to your hips, pressuring them back and forth to gain leverage as he thrusts.
Your nipples are hardening at the treatment, perhaps because they brush against the velvety comforter as your body rocks into the Young Master’s, perhaps just at your own kinks being fulfilled. You groan.
“Did I give you permission to make noise?” he commands rather than questions.
“S-s-sorry Master,” you stutter in response. “It just feels so good.”
You can hear the smirk in his voice as he threatens to get a gag.
“I’ll be good now Master,” you find yourself saying, even though you would not mind that treatment either, “I promise.”
“Remember, you are here only to serve my needs.”
You nod in agreement, but know that your needs will be served in the process.
It appears that he has grown impatient as he speeds up, gripping your hips tighter as he relentlessly picks up the pace. It is all you can do to keep from moaning as he repeatedly hits the tender spot at the deepest part of your hole. You clench your muscles around him in time with his thrusts, heightening your own pleasure. It appears that it also serves the Master well, as you can feel him throbbing harder with each contraction of muscles, and his groans crescendo.
You can no longer hold back your own noises, and soft whimpers begin to escape your lips. He says nothing about it. His thrusts become more jerky and he wraps his right hand around your waist, attaching to your left hip, and begins using this as leverage, his left hand solidly against the bed now. The spasms in his penis have lost rhythm and become erratic, you simply tighten your walls around him and hope it is enough. With a final deep thrust he shudders against you. The orgasm itself is wordless, but it is followed up by a noise as quiet as a whisper.
“I will get you Yugi. I will get you for doing this to me.”
Unceremoniously he drops you and peels off the condom, throwing it into a wastebasket you hadn’t seen on the far side of the bed.
Undoing your wrists he flips you over onto your back. You expect this to be all, but are surprised when he slides your legs apart and dives between them with his face.
After burrowing deep within, his nose doing some work even, he pulls back and explains to your quizzical expression, “you’ve been a good slave. Make noise if you want”
He is talented and relentless. You aren’t quite sure what to make of the sudden attention, but it certainly feels good. His tongue ruthlessly probes, finally finding a spot partway between your clit and your vagina that makes you moan to high hell. Smirking into you he continues at the spot, simultaneously rubbing your clit roughly with his thumb.
He stops for a moment. “You like this, don’t you slave?” His breath feels hot against you, as he speaks into the crevice between your legs.
You nod.
“Beg me to continue.”
“P-please,” you breathily manage.
“And who are you asking?”
“Master,” the air catches in the back of your dry throat. “Please Master”
His thumb twitches over your clit and you moan readily.
“Like this?” The voice is surprisingly gentle, though still filled with power.
“Y-yes.”
It seems he has had enough verbal play for now and he resumes just as ferociously as before. Your hands tighten into fists, grabbing whatever they can. Your hips push against his mouth unwittingly. You are barely aware of what is happening anymore, just the pleasure at the sensations coming from down below. Finally you lose all control and your hands alight into his hair. It is feathery and light to the touch and you pet it softly. You have never had this kind of experience before. As hot as it had been to be used as Master Kaiba’s personal blow-up doll, this treatment is even better.
Thinking back to the way he used your body, you shudder and groan, missing the feeling of him inside you. Desire flushes your face and you wantonly yell out Kaiba’s name, forgoing the word Master. Rather than stopping, the grin gets wider, finally slowing, the pressure increasing along with the deceleration. It is too much and your muscles clench involuntarily and a small bust of liquid escapes you. You relax into his touch before realizing what has just happened.
“Master?” you question hesitantly.
Sitting up he grins at you. “If you continue to please me more of this is in store for you. But for now you are dismissed.” Stuffing himself back into his pants, he turns to leave, dismissing you to your room.
You feel like something strange happened before the sudden switch in behavior, but your mind blanks and all you can think of is the treatment you received. It isn’t until later when you are laying down for bed at night that you remember the strange words he uttered after he orgasmed and before attacking your body.