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Plot: You are a bitter & regular human in a hybrid world. You reluctantly accept a quiet and suspiciously perfect roommate. Only to discover he’s secretly a cat hybrid obsessively drawn to you. What starts as irritation and invasive tension quickly becomes primal instinct.
Setting: Modern Day Hybrid World AU
A/n: Drooling right now. Thank Satan you voted for Giyuu. I would say God but there is nothing holy about this. I will have to explain this at the golden gates one day. Reader is unhinged. I guess porn with a plot.
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Honorable Mention: To the writer who gave me the courage to write about catboys and inspired me. @bosc-pear-enjoyer
AFAB reader
MDNI 18+
Cw: Smut, NSFW, Roomate Dynamics, hybrid/catboy Giyuu, light dubcon, invasion of privacy, inappropriate behavior, heat/instinct themes, dom/sub, praise kink, degradation kink, pet names, begging, oral sex (receiving), strap-on use, anal sex, fingering, mirror sex, hair pulling, overstimulation, breeding kink, pegging, light humiliation, meowing, purring, obsession, light spanking, fucking Giyuu dumb, Giyuu is a perv. My first time writing anything like this.
You hate it here.
Your shift drags through your bones, not only because it’s annoyingly long, but because it refuses to end cleanly. Every interaction sticks with you, and every grating voice lingers a second too long in your skull.
You wish they’d shut the fuck up.
You wish they’d just leave you alone.
All they do is ask the most basic questions and argue over prices, like you are the one who decided them.
A customer leans on the counter as you think that.
Of course.
Their tail flicks behind them, red soft fur, irritated rhythm, a cat hybrid. The kind that always expects the world to adjust around them instead of the other way around. They are your least favorite type of people of all time. The bunny hybrids are your absolute favorite. They are quiet, keep to themselves, stay out of the way.
You don’t move back. You just look at them, waiting for them to speak.
Their gaze sharpens.
“You humans always have this tone,” they say, like it’s an accusation. “Like we’re bothering you just by existing. I can see it in the way you look at me.”
You sigh through your nose, trying to not to roll your eyes.
‘This again?” You mumble.
Your fingers tap once against the counter.
“I’m not doing this with you. Is there anything I can help you with?”
Their expression changes immediately.
They are offended.
Shit.
You want to rip your hair out.
“Excuse me?” They ask, leaning closer, their tail moving side to side.
You tilt your head slightly, not meaning to.
“You’re being stupid,” you add, calm enough that it almost sounds polite. It’s definitely not.
The air changes.
The hybrid’s ears stiffen, their tail snaps once behind them, their pupils shrinking.
“You’re just a normal human,” they bite out, like it should hurt.
It does.
Being a regular, basic, normal human in this world makes you invisible. The world doesn’t cater to you, it doesn’t care about you, you’re invisible, stuck working a job like this.
Irritation presses down on your chest from the inside.
Your gaze drops for half a second.
“Yeah,” you say, simply. “And you’re still stupider than me.”
You shouldn’t have said that. You’re normally so good at putting on a smile and swallowing down the arrows in your mouth.
Today they shot out.
Silence shatters immediately after that.
The customer’s face goes tight, color rising in it too fast.
Behind them, the bell above the door of your measly life doesn’t just ring, it snaps you back into reality. There is no warning, just immediate consequence.
“Y/N!”
Your boss’s voice cuts through the space.
Shinjuro Rengoku.
Fuck.
You turn your head slightly to face him.
He doesn’t look at you for long. That’s the part that matters. His eyes slide past yours, already deciding without context.
“You’re getting your hours cut. Go home,” he says.
The words don’t echo.
They sink.
Heavy, final, and unchangeable.
Your throat goes dry.
You know you should say something. Fight it. Apologize. Anything. But he isn’t the kind of man who would listen.
You just nod instead.
The customer is still there, but they don’t matter anymore. Nothing in the room does.
Only your shift ending where it shouldn’t have. Only the sudden need to rearrange everything.
The computer screen glows too bright in the dark of your bedroom.
Your fingers move without enthusiasm, scrolling, filtering, and rejecting. Roommate applications fade into each other. These people are too loud, too messy, too familiar in ways that feel like risk instead of solution.
Then his pops up.
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Giyuu Tomioka.
Birthdate: February 8th, 2004.
Zodiac: Aquarius. I don’t believe in this stuff.
Tell me about yourself: People say I’m neat, quiet, and passive. I’m in college for marine biology. I work as a manager in retail. I like fishing, video games, exploring, and anime. I dislike loud noises, messy places, dogs, and small talk.
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You take it all in.
Stable job.
College student.
Fishing. Video games. Exploring new places.
‘Normal.’ You think.
Your thumb hovers.
Then taps.
‘Accepted.’
The coffee shop smells like sugar and warm vanilla air that never quite stops moving. Somehow it’s comforting.
You see him before he sees you.
Black beanie, black long sleeve shirt, black jeans, black hair, but blue eyes.
He’s handsome but trying to be invisible.
Strange.
He sits across from you.
He keeps his hands folded loosely in his lap. He doesn’t fidget or take up too much space. But you can tell that it’s not out of fear or anxiety. It’s just deliberate.
Which is good, you don’t offer softness.
You never do.
“So,” you say, leaning back slightly, eyes narrowing just enough to measure him, “you’re real. That’s nice.”
He blinks once. “Yeah.”
That’s it.
Your fingers tap against the table.
Will he be annoying or interesting?
You can’t decide.
He looks at you for a moment longer than necessary, he’s aware of distance but not afraid of it.
You notice his voice before anything else about him. It’s light, almost gentle but deep. Deep enough to sit under your skin without effort.
You don’t look away fast enough.
The silence between you stretches.
It’s not awkward but it’s also not comfortable.
Whatever.
You sign the papers anyway.
The apartment adjusts to him like it has always been waiting for a second set of keys.
He moves in quietly.
No noise that doesn’t need to exist. Boxes carried without complaint. Shoes placed where they belong.
He doesn’t ask questions.
You don’t offer answers.
Days become layered instead of shared.
You notice things without meaning to.
The way he smells when he passes you in the hallway. It’s not cologne, not quite. He smells like clean skin, cold air, fabric warmed by movement. It clings for a second after he’s gone.
His voice reaches you in fragments. You don’t talk to each other everyday but when you do he’s always nice, caring, and kind.
“Did you eat?”
“Your door was open. I closed it.”
“You left this out.”
“I switched the laundry.”
It’s always minimal and careful, but also close enough that it feels unnecessary.
Once, you pass him in the kitchen and your shoulder brushes his arm by accident.
Your body betrays you before your mind can decide anything. Heat rises under your skin. Your pulse spikes.
You step back immediately.
He doesn’t.
He just looks at you.
Then continues making coffee like nothing happened.
Holy shit.
And he’s always wearing the beanie.
Every second, every single time you see him. Even when the apartment gets warm enough that it doesn’t make sense. Even when he showers and comes out with damp-hair.
You don’t ask.
Maybe he’s balding. Who knows.
His payments are always on time.
He cleans without being asked.
He folds things differently than you do. He’s almost too precise, too careful, not a wrinkle left behind.
But he isn’t slick.
Your things shift sometimes.
You’ve noticed, even if it’s subtle.
Perfume turned slightly the wrong direction.
Laundry folded in a way you didn’t do.
Door left ajar when you’re certain you closed it.
Bed wrinkled when you don’t remember sitting on it.
You stare at it for a second longer than necessary.
You convince yourself it’s nothing.
But there is actually something you can’t ignore.
The tension doesn’t build loudly.
It sits in the gaps.
In hallway silence.
In kitchen proximity.
In the way he steps aside just a fraction too slowly when you pass.
You stop thinking about it as curiosity or testing boundaries.
At some point, it becomes pressure.
Annoying pressure. Irritating pressure. Heavy pressure.
You try to avoid him as much as you can, sleeping with your roommate would be a terrible idea. Besides, you’re probably too unhinged for him anyways. He never has girls over but you know he likes women because you’ve caught him staring at you. However, as boring as he is— he’s gotta be vanilla.
He’s not your type. Forget it.
That’s what you tell yourself.
Until—
You come home early one day.
The light in the apartment is different. It’s darker. You decide to be quiet, thinking he must be asleep.
Your keys hang in your hand longer than they should.
Once you step inside, you quietly walk to your bedroom and you hear something.
From your room.
It isn’t loud or urgent, it’s simple movement and familiar in a way your body recognizes before your mind agrees to.
You stop walking.
You knew he was messing with your things.
Can men ever be normal?
Your ribs tighten slightly, like the air has thickened around you.
You look down the hallway and something in you already knows before you move.
You walk forward anyway.
Your door is slightly open.
It definitely shouldn’t be.
Maybe he just needed something.
Maybe he’s folding laundry again.
Maybe he’s cleaning your room, without permission.
Your hand touches the knob and pushes.
The room opens.
He’s on your bed.
Frozen.
Ears visible.
Tail visible.
That is the only thing your mind holds.
Everything else disappears behind it.
You feel like you’re choking on air.
He blinks and goes to say something.
You cut in—
“You’re a fucking catboy?”
Giyuu stands so fast the bed creaks beneath him. “No, no, it’s just a costume—“
His ears twitch.
Then his tail does too.
You stare at it, horrified.
“…Are you serious?” You mutter.
“I can explain.”
“Oh my god.” You say, under your breath.
Your eyes narrow immediately on him and anger crawls across your face as you step closer.
Giyuu takes one step back automatically.
You don’t even process that part, your hand lifts toward his head anyway.
“Here,” you tease. “Let’s see if they come off.”
The second your fingers grab one of his ears he winces but that’s not all. The sound that leaves him is sharp and startled, somewhere between a gasp and something else.
A meow.
An actual fucking meow.
You recoil instantly. “Did you just meow?”
Giyuu’s hand flies to his ear, face flushed red now, pupils blown embarrassingly wide. “You pulled it!”
“Why did you meow?!”
“It hurt!”
“Why can’t you people just be normal?” The words leave your mouth and you realize how harsh they sound.
But he’s in your room, invading your space, invading your privacy.
Giyuu’s gaze drops immediately. “I’m sorry.”
“No,” you snap. “That’s not gonna cut it. What the hell are you doing?”
“I didn’t mean to.”
“You didn’t mean to what?”
His tail lashes once behind him before going still. “I couldn’t help it.”
You stare at him. “Couldn’t help what?”
Giyuu hesitates. “I’ve been feeling… tension. Between us.”
Your eyebrows pull together instantly.
“I know you won’t understand,” he continues, voice lower now, “but I’m not…like you.”
“Clearly.” You scoff.
“I have instincts,” he says carefully. “Feelings. Tendencies. You make them difficult to ignore.”
You let out a disbelieving laugh. “I make it difficult? Really? So you come into my room and sniff my clothes like some deranged creep?”
He looks away slightly. “I suppose.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” You throw your hands up. “What? Do you wanna like mate with me or something?”
Giyuu’s throat moves once.
“Breed,” he corrects quietly. “That would be the word.”
You stare at him for a full second.
Then run a hand down your face.
“Unbelievable.”
“Do you not feel it?” he asks.
Your eyes flick back to him.
“The tension? The heat? The pull?” He steps closer with every question.
Your body reacts. That same heat flooding your body without asking.
“No,” you say too quickly.
Giyuu’s ears twitch again. “You’re lying.”
“I am absolutely not lying.”
“You avoid me when I get too close. Why is that?”
“Because you’re weird.”
“But your heart still speeds up. Why is that?”
“You cannot hear my heartbeat!”
“I can. I know it’s racing right now. Why is that?”
The room goes quiet.
You hate that your body immediately proves him right.
Your pulse feels obnoxiously loud now.
Fuck.
His gaze lowers briefly before returning to yours. “You even smell nervous.”
“Oh my god,” you mumble. “That is the creepiest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“You smell good too.”
Your face burns at that instantly. “You need psychiatric help.”
A tiny smile threatens at the corner of his mouth for the first time since you walked in.
It changes him completely. He looks softer and he even more prettier.
That somehow makes everything worse.
You are not doing this.
You cross your arms tighter. “My turn to ask questions. You’ve acted strange since we met. Is this why?”
“You noticed me too then.” He retorts.
Your mouth opens but nothing comes out.
He’s right. You did notice him. Too much. Constantly.
The stupid beanie.
His voice.
The way he lingered.
How careful he always was around you.
How thoughtful he was.
The way his muscles looked under his shirt.
How the water would drip from his hair after a shower.
You noticed all of it.
Giyuu takes another slow step closer.
“You looked at my mouth just now,” he says quietly.
Your eyes widen. “I literally did not.”
“You did.”
“You are unbelievably annoying.”
“But you’re still standing here.”
Your chest tightens.
God.
You should absolutely leave.
Instead you stay rooted to the floor while he looks at you like he’s trying to memorize every expression crossing your face.
“You don’t hate me,” he says softly.
“I definitely do.”
“No,” he murmurs. “I think you’re confused.”
“I think you broke into my room.”
“I live here too.”
“That’s not better!”
His hand lifts slowly toward you.
You don’t pull away.
When his fingers brush your wrist, your breath catches so suddenly it’s embarrassing.
“There,” he says. “That?”
Your brain screams at you to pull away.
You don’t.
You can’t.
Your body is a traitor.
His thumb shifts slightly against your pulse.
“You feel it too,” he says.
Your eyes stay locked on his.
You can’t think of a single sarcastic thing to say.
“You want to breed me? You need it so bad?That’s a privilege Giyuu. Right now, you’re just a stray in my room.” You say, stepping closer to him.
“What do you plan to do about it?” He asks, pressing his chest to yours.
“I’ll show you who’s at the top of the hierarchy. Get on your knees.”
The command hangs in the air of your bedroom.
Giyuu's breath catches, his blue eyes widening. For a split second, you see a flicker of defiance, or pride. You think he might refuse.
But it’s quickly extinguished by a wave of raw need that washes over his face.
He swallows hard.
His knees hit the floor with a soft thud.
He doesn't just kneel. He sinks, his body folding.
His black jeans stretch tight over his toned thighs as he settles, his veiny hands resting on his knees. He keeps his head bowed.
Such a good boy.
"Look at you," you murmur, stepping closer.
"Already so eager to please. Did you need this, Giyuu? Did you need someone to remind you where you belong?"
His head lifts slowly, his gaze fixed on a point somewhere around your navel. He can't bring himself to meet your eyes.
“I... yes," he breathes out, the word barely a whisper.
"Yes, what?" you prompt, your voice dropping lower.
He swallows again. "Yes... I need this. I need you.”
A slow smile spreads across your face. "That’s what I like to hear."
You reach down, your fingers tangling in the soft hair at the nape of his neck. His entire body trembles at the. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"
"No," he whispers, his eyes finally lifting to meet yours. They are dark, pupils blown so wide they nearly swallow the blue. His ears twitch again.
He’s adorable like this.
Maybe this cat hybrid thing isn’t horrible.
You slowly begin to unbutton your pants and kick off your shoes. Giyuu's eyes track every movement, his breathing growing more ragged with each inch of skin you reveal.
He’s so pathetic.
You’re going to break him.
When you push the fabric down over your hips, letting it pool around your ankles, he makes a choked sound.
“What was that? Speak up pretty boy.” You murmur, bringing a hand to his chin.
"Please," he whispers.
"Please what?" you tease, stepping out of your pants and kicking them aside.
You stand before him in just your underwear. The damp spot on the fabric growing more obvious by the second.
“Use your words, kitty." You softly command.
His gaze is fixed on the curve of your thighs.
"Let me... let me taste you," he begs, his voice cracking. "I need to. I've thought about it... I've dreamed about it."
"Have you now?" you tease, your thumb stroking along his jawline. "All those times you were in my room, touching my things... is this what you were imagining?"
He nods, his cheeks flushing a deep red.
"Every time. Your scent... it's everywhere. On your pillow, in your clothes. It drives me insane."
You slide your underwear down your legs, kicking them away to join your pants and shoes on the floor.
Giyuu's eyes widen, his lips parting slightly. His tongue darts out to wet them, his tail moving in excitement.
"Since you asked so nicely," you say, stepping forward and positioning yourself directly above him. "Show me how badly you want it."
He doesn't hesitate.
His hands come up to grip your hips, his fingers digging into your skin with a strength that surprises you.
He leans in, his breath warm against your sensitive spot before his tongue makes contact.
The first touch is electric.
Pure euphoria shoots through you, and you can't help the sharp intake of breath you take.
Giyuu starts slowly, exploring you with gentle licks and kisses that quickly build in intensity.
He's not just going through the motions. He’s savoring you, his tongue tracing every fold and curve.
Your fingers fist in his hair, holding him in place as he works you with increasing speed. His tail is swishing slowly behind him. His ears twitch, the soft fur brushing against your thighs.
"That's it," you praise, your voice breathy as you try to keep your composure. "Such a good kitty. You like how I taste, don't you?"
He responds with an enthusiastic hum, the vibration sending waves of ecstasy through you.
His technique is so skilled, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention. When he sucks on your clit, your knees nearly buckle.
"Fuck," you gasp, your head falling back. "Just like that. Don't fucking stop."
Giyuu doubles his efforts after that. One of his hands moving from your hip to slide between your legs. His fingers find their way inside you as his mouth continues on your clit. The stimulation is overwhelming, pushing you closer to the edge with each movement.
"You're gonna make me cum," you moan, your hips beginning to rock against his face. "Is that what you want? To taste me when I cum on your face?"
He moans back in response. His fingers curl inside you, finding that perfect spot that makes your head spin.
"Oh fuck. Eyes on me," you command, forcing his gaze up to meet yours.
His face is the cutest shade of pink. His lips glistening with your arousal, his eyes dark with need, his cock hard in his pants, his ears flat.
The intensity in his eyes is your undoing. With a loud and broken whimper, you fall over the edge, your body convulsing with bliss.
Giyuu doesn't stop, working you through your orgasm with determination.
When the waves finally subside, you push him back slightly, breathing heavily. He looks up at you with a dazed expression. A small drop of your slick escapes the corner of his mouth, and he instinctively licks it away.
"Your turn," you say. "Now get on the bed. Face the mirror. Ass up. I won’t ask again.”
Giyuu scrambles to obey, quickly shedding his clothes as fast he can. He positions himself on your bed as instructed.
The sight of him is divine. His muscular back arched, his submission, his tail twitching with anticipation.
His face is turned toward the mirror you have framed and positioned against the wall above the headboard, giving him a perfect view.
You reach into your nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube and your strap-on harness. Giyuu watches your movements in the mirror, his breath quickening.
"Please," he whispers, his voice thick with need.
You take your time, coating the silicone dildo with lube while adjusting your harness. His impatience is obvious. You can tell by the way his tail starts swishing more rapidly now, his hips making small thrusting motions against the sheets.
"Tell me when you want more," you say, positioning yourself behind him. You squeeze the lube onto your fingers and trace circles around his entrance.
Giyuu whimpers, pushing back against your touch. "Now. Please. I want more now."
Poor thing.
You smirk, delivering a sharp spank to his exposed ass. The sound echoes in the room, followed by his pathetic gasp. A red handprint blooms on his pale skin.
"Meow for it," you command, your fingers still teasing his entrance.
His ears flatten against his head completely. For a moment you think he might not. Then he surprises you.
A quiet meow escapes his lips, followed by a louder one when you press the tip of one finger inside him.
"Good kitty. So tight for me," you praise, slowly working your finger deeper. "Such a pretty sound that you made. Let's see if we can get more of those out of you.“
You take your time preparing him, stretching him carefully with your fingers. His responses become increasingly needy. A series of whimpers, moans, and occasional meows as you brush against his prostate. His hands grip the sheets, his face twisted with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure.
"You see yourself?," you ask, positioning the dildo at his entrance. "Your little ears twitch every time you moan. How cute. I think it’s my new favorite thing.”
He meets your eyes in the mirror. "Please, I'm ready. I need you so bad."
Slowly, you press forward, watching as the silicone disappears into his body.
His mouth falls open in a silent gasp, his back arching further.
You pause when you're fully seated inside him, giving him time to adjust.
"How does that feel?" you ask, your hands gripping his hips and then sliding up his back. "Tell me how it feels to be filled by me."
"So full," he chokes out, his face buried in the sheets. "So…so good."
You begin to move slowly, establishing a rhythm that has him squirming beneath you. Each thrust pulls a sound from his lips. His moans, soft groans, broken whimpers, and adorable meows drive you wild.
"You’ve been such a bad kitty cat," you say, your movements becoming more confident. "Did you need my attention this badly? Hm? Sneaking into my room, sniffing my things... all because you couldn't ask for what you wanted?"
He responds with a particularly loud whimper when you angle your hips just right. His back bows, a strangled cry tearing from his throat. His hands scrabble at the sheets, his knuckles white as he grips the fabric. His tail thrashes wildly behind him, a blur of motion in front of you.
"Faster," he pleads, pushing back to meet your thrusts. "Please... faster."
You oblige, increasing your pace until the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room.
“You’re so pretty like this baby. I could stay like this forever. Need to hear you say it for me.” Your voice is soft but edged with a firm dominance.
“Stay for—forever.” He mumbles.
“Say you’re pretty for me.”
“I—I’m pretty.” He says, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
He begins to hump the sheets beneath him, seeking friction for his cock. You can see the wet spot growing where his precum leaks onto the fabric, a dark patch that spreads with each desperate thrust.
"You’re making a mess," you say, reaching forward to pet his head, earning a loud purr. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're a dog in heat."
Giyuu moans roughly, completely fucked out and dazed. Drool escapes his lips, soaking the fabric beneath his cheek.
"Do you like being bred, Giyuu?" you ask, pulling his hair to force him to look at you in the mirror. "Tell me."
"Fuck—fuck yes," he stammers, his eyes rolling back in his head again. "I'm gonna cum. Gonna cum." His voice ragged and hoarse.
You tighten your grip on his hair, pulling his head back further. "Hold it. Watch yourself get ruined in the mirror. Watch how needy you look, how desperate you are for my cock."
His eyes lock onto his reflection, taking in the sight of himself. Completely owned, flushed, sweaty, his mouth hanging open as he pants for breath. His ears are twitching and flat against his head, his tail moving erratically behind him.
"Please," he begs, his voice cracking. "I can't... I can't hold it much longer."
You lean in closer, your chest against his back. "Cum for me," you whisper. "Let me see how pretty you look when you cum all over my sheets."
With a sharp tug on his tail, you send him over the edge. Giyuu's body writhes, a loud cry tearing from his throat as his orgasm crashes over him. His cock pulses as thick ropes of cum spurt onto the sheets beneath him. His back arches, his muscles tensing as he rides out the intense pleasure.
You continue to thrust into him, drawing out his orgasm until he's a trembling mess beneath you.
Only then do you pull out, collapsing onto the bed beside him.
The room is quiet now besides the sound of both of your breathing.
Your sheets are ruined.
Your legs ache pleasantly.
Your body is sweaty.
And Giyuu is practically melted into you already.
Clingy.
You normally don’t do ‘clingy.’
He lays half on top of your chest. His sweaty face buried against your shoulder while his tail lazily curls around your thigh beneath the blankets. His ears twitch every few seconds every time your fingers drag through his hair.
Then you hear it.
A low rumbling sound.
“…Are you purring?” You ask, looking at him.
Immediately, his entire body goes stiff. “No. I’m not.”
You stare at him.
The purring gets louder.
A laugh escapes you. “You literally are.”
His face presses further into your shoulder. “I can’t control it.”
“That’s adorable.”
“It’s humiliating.”
“It’s adorable,” you repeat, smiling this time.
The rumble deepens when you scratch lightly behind one of his ears.
Oh. That definitely does something to him.
Giyuu makes a quiet sound under his breath, his eyes fluttering shut before he catches himself.
“You like that?” you tease softly.
“No.”
The purring becomes aggressively louder anyway.
You laugh again, quieter this time, and press a kiss against the top of his head.
His body immediately relaxes against yours like something in him let’s go all at once.
“I’m sorry for lying to you.” He whispers.
Your fingers slow slightly in his hair.
“I didn’t want you to hate me,” he admits. “I know other people like me are…a lot. I didn’t want you to think of me like that.”
“You should’ve told me sooner,” you murmur.
“I know.”
“You were still weird for sneaking into my room though.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“And sniffing my clothes is insane behavior.”
“I know.”
You snort softly.
At least he’s self aware and apologetic.
Giyuu finally looks up at you then, blue eyes softer now than you’ve ever seen them. “You aren’t freaked out by me?”
You stare at him for a second before rolling your eyes slightly. “You cried because I pulled your ear too hard.”
“I did not cry.”
“You meowed. Same thing.”
His ears flatten immediately. “Please stop bringing that up.”
God he’s cute.
You really are doomed.
Your fingers brush lightly over one of his ears again before you ask, “Wait. How were you hiding your tail this entire time?”
Giyuu goes completely silent.
You narrow your eyes instantly. “…Giyuu?”
“It was the most uncomfortable experience of my life.” He mutters.
“Oh my god,” you whisper, already starting to laugh.
“I’m serious.”
“How?”
“Tight compression shorts.”
You fully break at that point, laughing into your hand while he looks genuinely miserable remembering it.
“It hurt to sit down.”
“That is actually the funniest shit I’ve ever heard.”
“I suffered.”
“You chose fashion over honesty.”
“I chose survival.”
Your laughter softens into a grin as you look at him.
He looks peaceful now.
His tail flicks once against your leg before settling again.
SUM: Yuuji finds out how to make you squirt through reddit. And a little bit of estimating, and hands-on expiriments.
No proofread... maybe later. NSFW under cut.
To be completely, unfiltered, absolutely and a hundred percent truthful,
Yuuji can be kind of scary like this.
Scary-- scary when he's focused, and calculated, and so insanely devoted and concentrated on something that nothing can stop him. In any other scenario you would've been less afraid, maybe more-so-appalled, giggle, and give him some sort of sweet treat or maybe simple affection as a reward later on for working so diligently on something.
But in this scenario, with Yuuji between your spread legs, thick, callused fingers dragging against the gummy slick walls of your hole, with his free hand expertly stroking up and down and up and down the shaft of your cock, it's a bit hard (no pun intended) not to be scared.
"Yu-uji, s'-- knock it off, s'not g-gonna... nuthin's gunna..."
"Shhh,"
Yuuji gently kisses the tips of his fingers against your swollen sweet spot, a small groan fluttering from his lips as he watches your spine bow and your toes curl.
"I got this. Y'don't believe me, baby?" His words come out slurred and hot, mingling with the sounds of your moans and whines. "Have I ever failed you when it comes t'..."
Yuuji presses a warm, sloppy, wet kiss to the sensitive tip of your cock, practically making out with the poor swollen thing before sucking hard, then pulling off with a filthy slurp followed by a loud 'pop!'.
"...makin' you feel good? Hm? Baby? My baby?"
All you can do in response is whine. Yuuji isn't wrong, and you both know this. It's just...
A few hours ago, everything was perfectly fine. You guys hadn't had sex in a few days, and besides getting handsy here and there, Yuuji seemed fine. In absolute mint condition, if anything. And then, miraculously, he just happened to scroll across some stupid reddit post talking about men squirting. And instead of behaving like any rational person, and just continuing to read through the strings of posts and comments, he just immediately decides that using you as his personal guinea pig is the best course of action.
So, you've been sitting here, legs forced open over the width of Yuuji's shoulders, fluttering hole stuffed with fingers with your poor cock forced to come for what's been maybe the fourth time tonight. in the past hour and a half.
You've tried everything just to try and get a break. You've squirmed, you've kicked, you've cried, you've tried to physically get up off the bed and crawl away, but nothing seems to work. It's just... nothing seemed to get through that thick skull of his.
You can't say you'd like to completely stop, but a break... a break would be nice.
While he's so dead set on making you squirt, you're adamant nothing is going to happen.
You let your head drop back, hips jerking and rolling uncontrollably when he angles his fingers and thrusts right into your prostate, his other hand wrapped around the base of your cock-- rough thumbpad gently petting the seam of your balls.
"Hm."
You let your eyes flutter shut, letting out a little moan of relief when Yuuji's free hand gently releases your cock. Your hips buck at the loss of stimulation, but ultimately, you're relieved. You let your thighs open wide and fall lax, unbothered to how absolutely debauched and utterly lewd you might look from Yuuji's point of view. Not that he'd care, anyways.
Lidded eyes watch the way your puffy rim swallows up the thick of his fingers, drooling and soft and oh-so-warm-- and, suddenly,
Yuuji gets an idea.
"Baby... baby," Yuuji practically purrs. Hesitantly, you lift your head to look down at him.
"'Need y'to be really, really good for me, okay? yeah?"
Yuuji tuts and coos when you drop your head back with a whine, thighs trembling and beginning to shut before he wrenches them open again.
"Oh, don't be like that, babe. S'just... just sit still, and I'll make you feel really good, okay? really good. Jus'..."
Yuuji doesn't wait for a reply-- instead, he spreads your thighs wide for easier access, slips his digits in just right and angles them so they dip against the soft of your sweet spot, and settles the thumb of his free hand against the silky skin of your perineum. Your cock twitches and jerks, dribbles of precome swelling at the tip in little pretty pearls.
He starts with light little taps, then small, tight circles-- then lastly, progresses to firm but gentle up and down petting motions against your perineum-- a weird, indescribably good feeling coiling deep in your gut and causing you to squirm. Meanwhile, his fingers lavish attention on your sweet spot from the inside as well, causing that same delicious feeling to intensify what feels like a thousand times more.
it feels so weird.
You try to buck away from the feeling but Yuuji just shushes you and applies a fraction more of pressure, not letting you escape the onslaught of weird, weird, so fucking weird but undeniably good sensation.
... Suddenly, another odd... but new sensation settles. Not in your tummy this time, but in your bladder.
"Yuu-- Yuuji, Yuuji--"
"Hmm?"
"G-Get it out-- get them o-out, need'ta, need t'pee, I th-ink, need--"
"No, no, sweetheart. You don't need to pee. S'not pee. It's working, you're close. S'okay, jus' let it happen, 'kay?"
Yuuji leans forwards to kiss you, his eyes fluttering shut, but you crane your neck away before he can land a successful kiss-- which, he grumbles at.
"I'm s-serious Yuuji, I ne-ed to pee, m'not fuckin' a-around--"
"Shut up n' listen to me, baby,"
And you do. Save for the occasional incoherent whines and cries.
So you sit there and take it. Just... just take it, despite this overwhelming pressure in your bladder, despite the waves of pleasure rolling off your spine, despite the over sensitivity of your hole and your cock and your body just begging for a break.
And you're so distracted by your own thoughts that when you do (finally fucking) squirt, it hits you hard. Really hard.
With a mangled shout your body curls in on itself, hands scrambling for Yuuji's shoulders as you try to force him away from you-- yet, he keeps up his gentle ministrations alllll the way through your orgasm.
It's like-- It's like that pressure in your bladder releases itself in a way that feels so fucking good, your sloppy, messy hole fluttering and clenching tight around his still pumping fingers, the muscles in your tummy tightening and contracting in such a satisfying way as you experience what doesn't feel... quite like an orgasm, but something different, and just as intense.
Something wet, something clear, but not quite as thick and sticky as come, but not pee-- shoots from your cock in messy spurts, soaking Yuuji's wrist and the sheets and leaving a little puddle on your tummy.
"O-Oh fuck, fu-uck--"
"Told you that'd feel good, hm?"
Gasping and heaving, you barely manage the beginnings of a sentence before your eyes flutter shut and you immediately pass out.
ᝰ.ᐟ your soft bf!toji is a total meanie in bed ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni
mean bf!toji spends the whole day being a total sweetheart—cooking you dinner, giving you soft kisses on the forehead, and holding your hand in public—only to completely lock the bedroom door, pin your wrists over your head, and look down at you with a dark, heavy stare that tells you the "nice guy" act is officially over for the night.
mean bf!toji is normally so gentle with his hands during the day, using his thumb to softly wipe a stray crumb off your face or tuck your hair behind your ear, but the second he gets you on the bed, those same hands are gripping your jaw tightly, forcing you to tilt your head up so he can admire how pretty you look when you're scared of him.
mean bf!toji loves to pamper you in public, happily carrying all the heavy grocery bags, pulling you to the safe side of the sidewalk, and letting you pick whatever movie you want to watch, all while secretly plotting exactly how he's going to make you cry and beg for mercy later that evening.
mean bf!toji is so hyper-aware of the contrast in his behavior that he uses it to mess with your head; he’ll lean down while you're trembling under him and whisper against your ear, “you like it better when i’m mean to you, don’t you?”
mean bf!toji ignores your whines and protests when he changes positions or pulls you around like a ragdoll. in daily life, he moves carefully around you so he doesn't accidentally hurt you, but in bed, he uses his massive size and weight to completely overwhelm you, letting you feel exactly how helpless you are against him.
mean bf!toji makes you beg for every single thing. even if he knows you're desperate, he will completely stop moving, prop himself up on his elbows, and stare at you with a smug smirk until you verbally ask for exactly what you want.
mean bf!toji loves slapping your pussy with his palm right before going in, loving the sharp, loud crack it makes against your skin and the way it leaves a bright pink mark that contrasts with his tanned hands. he’ll do it just to startle a loud gasp out of you, watching your thighs twitch as he tells you to open up wider.
mean bf!toji likes dragging the heavy, blunt tip of his cock up and down your wet slit, teasing you ruthlessly until you're begging him to just put it in. instead of giving in, he’ll slap his wet tip against your clit over and over, mocking the needy little noises you make and telling you that you haven't earned it yet.
mean bf!toji just laughs when you try to complain that he’s being too rough or too mean. he won't slow down; instead, his chest rumbles against your back as he grips your hips harder, driving into you with even less mercy just to prove that he rules the bed.
mean bf!toji loves leaving you completely ruined and breathless. he likes looking down at the mess he made of you—smudged makeup, tangled hair, and thighs shaking uncontrollably—while he casually rolls off to grab a drink, completely unfazed while you can barely move.
mean bf!toji will pull your hair back with just enough force to make your eyes water, forcing you to look directly at him while he pounds into you. he hates when you try to hide your face in the pillows or close your eyes; he wants to see every single expression of pleasure and overload on your face.
mean bf!toji uses verbal degradation as a tool to keep you completely flustered. he’ll call you a "good little slut," mock how loud you're breathing, or ask you why you're crying over a little bit of fun, his voice deep, raspy, and completely devoid of the warmth he usually speaks to you with.
mean bf!toji will deliberately overstimulate you, rubbing his thumb harshly against your clit while hammering into you, and when you start to sob because it's too much, he’ll just kiss you hard to muffle your screams and keep going right through your orgasm.
mean bf!toji flips the switch right back to being a doting boyfriend the next morning. he’ll kiss your bruised hips, bring you painkillers and breakfast in bed, and pull you into a warm, gentle cuddle—leaving you completely dizzy over how the man who was so beautifully cruel to you a few hours ago is now softly rubbing your back and calling you his baby.
ᝰ.ᐟ choso begging you to squeeze him with your thighs while eating you out ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni
"ah—cho, please—"
the words broke apart in your throat, dissolving into a ragged, breathless moan that echoed softly in the quiet bedroom. you gripped the damp bedsheets on either side of your head, your knuckles turning white as his tongue traced a slow, agonizingly deep stroke right over your clit.
he was relentless. he had been down there for what felt like hours, his heavy, rhythmic hums vibrating right through your skin every time you cried out his name.
"f-fuck—feels so good," you gasped, your hips lifting off the mattress instinctively, chasing the friction of his mouth. "right there—please..."
choso didn't speak. he only let out a low, dark growl of approval against your wet cunt, his large hands sliding up the insides of your thighs to hold you open wider. the deliberate, heavy rhythm of his mouth was blurring your vision, driving you past your absolute limit.
every lick was perfectly calculated, heavy and soaked with intention, until a particularly sharp, blinding wave of pleasure rippled straight through your spine.
your body reacted before your mind could register it. seeking an anchor against the overwhelming sensation, your thighs clamped shut instinctively, trapping his head securely between them.
choso let out a muffled, surprised sound against your folds, the sudden restriction cutting off his breath.
panicking, you immediately opened your legs back up, your breath hitching as your face burned with embarrassment. "oh my god, baby, i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to—i wasn't thinking—"
"don't," he cut you off, his voice raspy, deeper, and rougher than you had ever heard it. he looked up, his dark eyes dilated so wide they looked almost entirely black, a faint, dark flush creeping up his neck and dusting his cheekbones.
he gripped the insides of your knees, his fingers digging into your skin with a possessiveness that made your blood run hot. "shit—do it again."
"w-what? but i—"
"please," he begged, the word slipping out with a desperate, breathless edge that made your stomach flip. his chest was heaving. "squeeze me again. oh fuck—just like that, baby. lock your legs."
the raw hunger in his expression made it impossible to refuse. slowly, hesitantly, you brought your thighs back together, locking him in place once more, applying a firm, steady pressure against his neck.
a low, ragged groan escaped him, vibrating directly against your sensitive bud. he buried his face back into you, his tongue working with a newfound, frantic intensity that completely derailed your thought process. "harder," he mumbled against your pussy, his hands sliding up to your hips, fingers bruisingly tight as he anchored you. "squeeze harder, baby."
you complied, tightening your hold, completely overwhelmed by the blinding intensity of it. you were caught so deeply in the throes of your own approaching climax that the world narrowed down to just the pressure of your legs and the wicked, relentless motion of his mouth.
because of the sensory overload, you didn't notice the subtle, rhythmic motion beneath you at first. you didn't realize that with every tight squeeze of your thighs restricting his airflow, choso was heavily, desperately humping his clothed length straight into the mattress. he was completely losing himself in the friction, his hips rolling in a tight, frantic pattern against the sheets, riding the intoxicating sensation of being choked by you.
your climax hit like a freight train, your walls pulsing violently around his tongue as a loud cry left your lips. you squeezed him tight, your thighs locking like a vice as you rode the wave.
right as you peaked, choso let out a choked, broken sound. his whole body went rigid beneath you. his hips gave one last, hard, desperate shove into the mattress, his fingers digging so deeply into your hips it was almost painful. he trembled violently, his breath catching in a long, shuddering gasp as he buried his face entirely in your thigh, hiding himself away as he spent.
as the sparks in your vision began to fade and your breathing slowed, you gradually loosened the grip of your legs. choso slumped forward, resting his forehead against your stomach, his chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow pants.
it was only then, as the quiet returned to the room, that you noticed the heavy, uneven thumping of his heart against your leg, and the distinct, damp heat pressing through the fabric of his trousers right where he had been pinning himself to the bed.
you blinked down at him, your hand coming up to rest in his dark hair. "cho...?"
he didn't move for a long moment, completely spent, his shoulders still twitching slightly. when he finally looked up, his face was completely flushed, eyes heavy and hooded with a profound, dazed satisfaction. he swallowed hard, a sheepish but utterly dark look in his eyes as he realized you had figured it out. he hadn't even touched himself; he had finished purely from the friction of the bed and the suffocating pressure of your thighs.
"told you," he murmured, his voice a gravelly whisper as he leaned up to kiss your jaw, completely unbothered by his own ruined state. "i liked it."
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Tying him to your bed and giving him a birthday present he'll never forget. He's all yours, bound and submissive, as you take your time pleasing him with your mouth.
content: Explicit sexual content (smut), bondage (silk scarves, rope), dominant reader, submissive Choso, oral sex (male receiving), intense teasing, birthday surprise, power dynamics, dirty talk.
word count: 1,077
song: Freak by Doja Cat
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The door clicked shut behind him, and before he could even set down the bag of takeout he brought, you were on him—pushing him against the wall, kissing him deeply, your hands sliding under his shirt. Choso laughed against your mouth, warmed and surprised.
“Thank you, baby,” he said, grinning. “You're being extra affectionate tonight.”
“Happy birthday,” you murmured, pulling back just enough to see his face. His eyes were bright, his cheeks flushed from the cold outside and the sudden affection.
“Just wait.”
You took his hand and led him toward the bedroom. He followed without question, trusting you completely. That trust made your pulse quicken.
Inside, the room was dim, lit only by a few candles you had arranged earlier. On the bed, laid out neatly, were four silk scarves—deep burgundy, matching the one you were wearing as a robe.
Choso raised an eyebrow.
“Birthday surprise?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave.
“Mhm.” You pushed him gently onto the bed. He went willingly, sitting on the edge, looking up at you. “I'm going to tie you up. And then I'm going to give you the best birthday present you've ever had.”
His breath caught. “What kind of present?”
“You'll see.” You smiled, slow and wicked, and reached for the first scarf.
He lay back without resistance, arms stretched above his head. You worked methodically—looping the silk around his left wrist, then the right, cinching them to the headboard posts. The knots were secure but not painful. He tested them, pulling gently, and the scarves held firm.
“Comfortable?” you asked, running a hand down his chest.
“Yeah.” His voice was already rough. “This is… Really hot.”
“Good, because I'm not done yet.”
You grabbed another scarf and tied his ankles, spreading his legs apart and anchoring them to the bottom corners of the bed. He was completely spread out now, vulnerable and exposed. His cock was already pressing against his jeans.
You stood back, admiring your work. “You look so good like this, baby. Helpless. Waiting for me.”
“Waiting for my present,” he corrected, a teasing lilt in his voice, but his eyes were dark with need.
“Patience.”
You climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside him. Slowly, deliberately, you unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers. His cock sprung free, already half-hard, thickening as you stared.
“Happy birthday, Choso.” You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the tip.
He shuddered. “Fuck… That's a good start.”
You grinned against his skin. “Oh, I'm just getting started.”
You took your time, circling your tongue around the head, tasting the salt of precum already beading at the slit. His hips bucked instinctively, but the restraints held him in place.
He groaned, frustrated, but you shushed him.
“Stay still. It's your birthday, but I'm in charge.”
“I know—fuck... I know, just—please...”
You took him deeper, sliding your mouth down his shaft, feeling him twitch against your tongue. He was huge, he filled your mouth perfectly, and the weight of him was heavy and warm. You bobbed your head slowly, savoring every inch, your hand gripping the base to steady him.
Choso's head fell back, a long, low moan escaping his lips. “Yes... Just like that—don't stop...”
You didn't.
You took him as deep as you can, until your nose brushed his pelvis, and you swallowed around him. His thighs tensed, a sharp gasp cutting through the air.
“Shit... Please..”
You hummed in response, the vibration making him cry out. His hands clenched into fists, tugging at the scarves, but they held firm. He was completely at your mercy, and you loved it.
You pulled off slowly, letting your tongue drag along his shaft, then swirled around the head again. Precum gleamed on your lips.
“You tastes amazing. Happy birthday, babe.”
“Best birthday ever,” he breathed.
You teased him for a while—long, slow strokes of your tongue, shallow sucks that barely took him in, then a sudden deepthroat that made him see stars. His moans grew louder, more desperate, his body trembling with the effort of not thrusting.
“Please...” He begged, voice cracked. “Please, I need to cum—”
“Not yet.” You pulled away entirely, licking your lips. “I'm gonna make you wait a little longer. It's your birthday, so I'll make it last.”
He whined, actually whined, and it was the hottest sound you have ever heard. “You're so mean, baby...”
“You love it.”
“I do.” He swallowed, eyes glazed. “I love everything you do to me.”
You leaned up and kissed him, letting him taste himself on your tongue. He kissed back desperately, moaning into your mouth. When you pulled away, you whispered, “I'm going to suck your cock until you're a trembling mess. And then I'll let you cum down my throat. How does that sound?”
“Perfect.” His voice was ragged. “Please. Do it.”
You smiled and lowered your head again.
This time, you were relentless. You took him deep and fast, your hand working at the base in rhythm with your mouth. Saliva dripped down to your chin, but you didn't care. The only thing that matters was the sounds he was making—those broken moans, that desperate keening when you swallowed around his length.
“Close... Fuck... I'm so close—please...”
You doubled your pace, your free hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. He sobbed, back arching off the bed, the ropes creaking.
“Please please please...”
You hummed, and that was the final push. His orgasm slammed through him, hot and thick, flooding your mouth. You swallowed greedily, milking every pulse, not letting go until he was completely spent.
When you finally pulled off, his cock was slick and softening, and your lips were swollen. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, grinning down at him.
“Happy birthday, baby.”
He was panting, eyes half-lidded, a goofy, blissed-out smile on his face. “That was… Incredible. Best present ever.”
“Good, because I have more plans.”
He blinked. “More?”
“Mhm.” You crawled up his body, straddling his chest. “I'm going to ride you until you can't think straight.”
He laughed, weak and happy. “I think I'm already there.”
“Then let me help you lose the rest of your mind.”
You leaned down and kissed him, slow and deep. As your lips parted, Choso let out a low, breathless chuckle, looking up at you with pure adoration.
“I knew you were affectionate, but I didn't realize you were such a total freak.”
choso's such a quiet guy. stoic, unreadable, and practically like a statue of a man.
but now, with your hands wrapped in his hair, those tied sections coming loose between your fingers?
he shudders. moans into his hand, his knuckles whitening from how hard he's gripping the sheets. he begs for more, more, more. more hairpulling, more sweet words whispered into his ear, more you.
he gets especially needy like this when you wave the strap-on you own in front of his face, asking if he wants it tonight, and his eyes'll light up, mouth quivering as he says 'yes, please' and props himself on his elbows and knees for you.
how's he supposed to stay quiet when you're rutting deep against his insides, your soft tits pressed to his back, hands sliding up his chest to his throat?
"oh my—ngh—god," he sobs, tears streaming down his face, choked little cries spilling from his lips as he buries his head into the pillow, the sound muffled. "p—please—"
his body goes limp against the bed, knees nearly giving out as you keep thrusting the pretty pink silicone riiiiight against that spot that's got him whimpering your name, his cock strained and aching so heavily against his stomach, slapping against it with every push of your hips.
choso's done for when you squeeze his throat a little, fingernails digging in just enough to leave him gasping for air. your other hand snakes down to his cock, thumb circling tantalizingly slow along his slit, and you tell him what a good boy he is for you. how cute he sounds.
you pull his hair back, tightening your hold on his makeshift pigtails, just enough so his red-rimmed eyes can gaze into yours, fat droplets welling in them. "you gonna cum?" you murmur, tugging harder to punctuate your sentence.
"y—yes," he whines brokenly, and he releases seconds later, cock spurting out thick, hot bursts of cum, all against your hand, the bed, his tensed up stomach. choso moans out a string of 'thank you's', 'sosososo good,' eyes squeezed shut.
he heaves after he climaxes and whimpers quietly when you pull out, chest rising and falling unevenly, face flushed, that inky mark across his nose all smeared. you smile and kiss his cheek, and tell him how good he did.
the night continues until he's knocked into sleep from overstimulation, literally.
Naked, he's sitting on his knees in the corner of the room, waiting, as instructed. He'd been surprised when he got her text an hour before he got home. She hadn't indicated at any point earlier that day that she had plans for them, or that she was "in the mood". In fact, he hadn't heard from her all day. Nothing unusual tho, they're both busy at work. But clearly, she'd been busy planning something in her head, during what he can only imagine being boring meetings and audits. So ever since he got over the initial surprise over the text "I'll be home by 18:30, and you'll be waiting for me on your knees, facing the corner wall in the living room, stripped", his mind had been incoherent.
He's already hard by the enticing mix of excitement and humiliation. He wishes he wasn't into this. He should be more dominant, like his mates, naturally agreeing when they all meet up for beer at the pub and boast about fucking cute women He should be into having control of his woman. He should't need to try to sound and look convincing when he smiles and nods in agreement. Hiding behind drinking his beer. He wishes he were an alpha male in the bedroom. But, he wasn't. He isn't. No, in reality, he's just a shy, desperate, needy guy who loves vulnerability and shame a little too much...
Having waited on Mommy to come home for what must be nearly 15 minutes, a pool of precum is starting to form on the floor beneath him. The thoughts of when and what she's going to do to him when she finds him like this, has left his mind on the brink of spiraling. Is she going to be proud? Will she tell him that she's proud of him? Will she praise him? With that soft tone in her voice? Or will she be more stoic? A neutral commanding voice? After all, this isn't a suprise. This is expected of him. Maybe she will laugh? Over him handing over all the power so easily. Or laugh because she knows how eager he is to look and feel pathetic. Anticipation. The anticipation feels almost as intensly physical as her touch. Almost.
However, going through all the potential scenarios in his head did nothing to prepare him for the overwhelming feeling of his insides, and the twitch in his now pink cock, when he heard her open the door behind him. Hearing only one footstep, abruptly stopping in it's tracks, she was clearly taking in the sight of him from the doorway. For what seemed like an etenrity, he heard nothing. No footsteps, no voice, nothing. What was she seeing? What whas she looking at? How did he look? What was she thinking of him? After what in reality probably just had been around 15 seconds, he heard one sharp exhale of breath through her nose. Then movement. In silence, staring into the corner of the walls, he could hear her heels against the floor, slowly walking from across the room behind him, towards him, and all his shame and wishes of being a dominant alpha male vanished from his mind. What he wished now was to see her.
What heels was she wearing? Her black office heals? Her velvet teal heels that she wore to that garden party? Her silk emerald heals she wore to their friends wedding? Her black fishnet heels she wore when they'd been visiting the museeum? And were they matching her outfit? Was she still wearing her office suit? Or did she wear the pencil skirt and blouse today? He couldn't remember. Maybe she had changed to her ripped jeans and a top? She had so many sets of lace lingerie in so many different colors, that in an attempt to imagine them all as potential candidates made his head dizzy. He didn't know what he hoped for - for her to still be in her clothes, or in her underwear. Yeah now, more than anything, he just wished to see her. What would be the consequences if he just turned around, keeping his position, just facing her instead? Or even just slightly tilting his neck a few centimeters down to the right, shifting his gaze from the corner trying to sneak a peak of her in his peripheral vision?
No, he was't going to do that. He was't going to test her. Not tonight. He was going to be a good boy. Her good boy. After a long, horrible day, he needed just that. Needed to feel that he was that for her. So when she spoke, her words hit him like a laser beam. She let out a short, humorless laugh. Without being able to read her face, it sounded more affectionate than condescending, but he wasn't sure. Then she spoke. His first guess was right. She had that soft tone in her voice - from what he guessed was a mix of entertainement, encouragement and satisfaction, and his heart fluttered from feeling proud of himself. She approved.
"Aww, look at you. Waiting for me in the corner like a good boy. You look beautiful, baby. And I bet, that when I get close enough to look over your shoulder, I'm going to see that beautiful little cock of yours straining to peak back at me." She gave another short laugh, lighter this time, before continuing:
"I hope you're ready for me, baby. Mommy's been thinking all day of how she's going to play with you when she got home. And here you are, already proving how you deserve it." She reached him then, slowly squatting down to stroke his back, trailing her hands over his back muscles, and down his arms hanging by his sides. Her touch felt gentle and warm. So light and soft against his skin it almost tickled. Letting her forhead rest against his temple, she whispered into his ear:
"If you continue to be a good boy, I will play with you all night. Doesn't that sound nice?" All he could do was nod, his mouth too dry to speak. If he could talk, his voice would probably crack anyways, so he was glad she accepted his response.
"Yeah, I know you'd like that. Naughty boy." That's apparently when she let her gaze drop down in front of him, by the sound of her sharp intake of breath. An entertained gasp.
"Oh baby, not only is your pretty pink cock hard, it's leaking! God, you're so excited, aren't you? Getting all worked up while waiting for Mommy like this? Very naugthy." He could feel his blush burning in his face. She was right. He was so worked up all he could do was nod again, taking all he had to not cry from the desperation boiling in him. With soft lips, she kissed the spot beneath his ear. The spot that always felt so intimate and good when she kissed him there, but ended too quickly when she pulled her lips to his ear again and whispered "cute" before standing up.
He wanted to groan at the sudden lack of contact between them. The space between their body felt voilent, even though it was not more that a few inches. He felt and heard her movement as she slowly started to walk back and forth behind him. The sound of her heels against the floor boards, back and forth, were controlled. Almost intimidating. Having still not looked away from the corner wall in front of him and the floor directly beneath him, he could feel the aura in the room shift. Shifting away from her soft energy, demanding the air around them to reshape itself to the effortless authority she held so naturally. Like the laser beam had expanded to an electric field between them, swallowing him whole where he sat. His body tensed up. Muscles and cock tensing even more by the all too familiar anticipation. When she finally spoke again, it was not completly devoid of affection, but it was certanly more commanding. More stern.
"But before we begin, baby, we need to set the ground rules. Again. You've broken them before, you know, and we can't have that. Not tonight. Not ever. You're going to be a good boy for me tonight, understood?" She didn't wait for his reply.
"Firstly: I'm your Mommy. You're going to adress me as Mommy. I know this isn't usually a problem, but you have slipped up before, and I won't have it. It's Mommy to you, or you'll get punished.
Secondly: Remember your manners. Good boys say "please" when they ask for things, and "thank you Mommy" when they get it. Not just for things they ask for, but also for things that feel good. And if I decide you deserve punishment, you thank me for that too when I'm done with you. Discipline is care, remember?
Third: You don't move, touch, grind, hump or cum without my permission. You may ask, but just because you're cute or desperate or crying doesn't give you any liberties.
Fourth: You tell me when you're close, when you're about to cum, and when you're cumming. Mommy wants to hear it. If you fail to do this, you will get punished hard. I don't care if it happened too fast or you didn't have time. And if I ever stop, pull away or ruin you, I won't hear any complains. You're just lucky I make you feel good, isn't that right?
Fifth: A good boy always cleans up his mess. You want to be my good boy, you clean up your cum with you mouth. That will always give you a free pass to kiss me. Before that you may ask for my kisses or you get them whenever ever I want to.
Finally, and most importantly: The safeword is as always "budget". I need to trust that you'll use it whenever you feel the need to or want to. This is the only scenario you may go against my wishes. No consequences. Otherwise, my word is law.
Got it?"
His mind was spinning. Not by the rules, he knew them better than the short password on his computer he used several times a day. No, his mind was spinning by the tone in her voice. By what she might have in store for him. By what would happen next.
"Are we clear?" He hurried to nod, eager to start following her instructions, to start pleasing her, to be a good boy. But nodding didn't cut it this time.
"Am I making myself clear, baby?" Her voice harsher this time. His own was a breathy, shaky whisper as he tried to scramble together a coherent sentence:
"Yes, Mommy, clear, your word is law, I'll do as you say.. please.. I'll behave.. please.." He did not know what in particular he was begging for at this point. Just anything.
That made her voice go a little softer: "Good. Now you can continue proving yourself by cleaning up that pool of precum under you. Lick it all up and you get to turn around for me."
As he heard her slowly sit down at the divan behind them, he shuffled backwards on his knees a few steps behind him, bent over with his head down to the floor and reached out his tongue.
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"you have any idea how much money i've spent on you, sweetheart?"
toji's voice is rough as he crowds you against his apartment wall, one hand already sliding under your shirt. his other hand holds his phone, showing your onlyfans page—and his transaction history. thousands of dollars in tips, custom content purchases, private messages.
"every fucking video. every photo. i've bought it all." he tosses the phone aside and grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "but now i get the real thing."
he kisses you brutally, all teeth and tongue, claiming your mouth like he owns it. his hands strip you efficiently, years of combat experience making him quick and precise. within seconds, you're naked while he's still fully clothed.
"on the bed, baby. show me that pretty pussy i've been jerking off to for months."
you climb onto his bed, spreading your legs as he watches with dark hunger. toji strips slowly, revealing his scarred, muscular body—the body you've fantasized about while filming content.
"you know what i want?" he kneels between your thighs, running his rough palms up your legs. "i want you to ride my face like you do that dildo in your videos. but this time, it's my tongue making you scream."
he lies back and pulls you up to straddle his face. the first swipe of his tongue makes you moan—he's skilled, experienced, knowing exactly how to work you. he eats you out like a man starving, tongue fucking into you while his nose grinds against your clit.
"toji—fuck—oh god—"
his hands grip your ass, forcing you to grind harder against his mouth. he groans against your pussy, the vibrations making you shake. when you come, gushing on his face, he drinks it down greedily.
"taste better than i imagined, sweetheart." he flips you onto your back, positioning his thick cock at your entrance. "now i'm gonna fuck you better than any toy ever could."
he pushes inside, stretching you open on his massive length. you cry out at the fullness, nails digging into his shoulders as he bottoms out.
"that's it, baby. take every fucking inch." he starts moving, deep strokes that make you feel him in your stomach. "this pussy belongs to me now. gonna fuck you so good you'll never want anyone else watching those videos."
his pace is relentless, powerful thrusts that shake the entire bed. one hand finds your clit, rubbing in tight circles while he pounds into you.
"come on my cock, sweetheart. give me what i paid for."
your second orgasm hits harder than the first, vision whiting out as pleasure consumes you. toji fucks you through it, chasing his own release.
"gonna fill you up, baby. gonna pump you so full of cum you'll be dripping for days."
he comes with a guttural groan, cock pulsing as he empties inside you. when he finally pulls out, he immediately pushes his cum back inside with his fingers.
"we're not done, sweetheart. i've got months of fantasies to work through, and we're doing every single one tonight."
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eren : eren fucking you in a skirt , mutual masturbation, ride him just like that, slow and hard backshots, he missed you so much, he feels so good like this huh?, he thinks you're so cute when he overstims you, angry sex
armin : armin fucking you in his dorm , nerdmin getting his first blowjob, tying him up and making him please mommy , letting him feel mommy's pussy , reverse cowgirl , pegging your good boy for the first time! , distracting him from studying , making him watch you ride it
jean : picnic date with jean got out of hand , making out + jerking him off , he loves making you cum on his fingers first , he likes how small your hand looks wrapped around his cock in this pic , just take it , he can always make your legs shake, he can't control himself around you , they don't call him horseface for nothin
reiner : all those muscles won't stop him from being such a pathetic boy, sitting in his lap always ends up like this, he loves eating your pussy, fucking you on his desk, fucking his cum back into you, he promised he'd make it fit, who knew such a big man could be so whiny? shh its okay, he's got you
connie : he loves thrusting in your mouth like this , he loves when you use his cock like this, you're so pretty with a mouthful of his cock, you never knew connie could fuck you like this, he can go so deep like this, prone bone with connie, this is why he loves when you come over, you wore his favorite thong
levi : "even when you're like this, there's no reason for you to be sloppy." , slow easy morning sex, ask nicely and you might get what you want, this is what happens when you can't stop squirming, hands behind your back, you just couldn't wait until the two of you got home, could you? standing sex, cuddle fuck!
erwin : you disrupted him while he was at the office, feel each and every one of his thrusts, it's okay he knows you can take it, fucking you in front of the mirror, he didn't say turn around, did he?, one of his favorite ways to stretch you out, maybe this will make you listen to him next time, how you welcome home your commander after a long day
a/n : i literally got sick a day after my bday pls accept this while i nurse myself back to health </3
warnings: ancient greece au, armin is getting pegged, massage, olive oil as a lube (long live the mediterranean ), reader is an hetaera
author's note : heteara were not prostitutes, they were coming from good families, they knew how to sing, dance and play instruments, often entertaining friendships with high ranked men in society, they had a sit at their table as their guest, these men would come to the hetaera for conversations, views on political or philosophical matters because they knew they were educated women, it was a way for them (hetaera) to be independant, some of their sexual relationship were priced or they would receive gifts but they are not to be mistaken with pornae, that worked in brothels and were usually freed slaves. Also it is my first time writting anal about a male so it is probably a bit meh but i wanted to try so enjoy!
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Another hot day awaits the city. It's the middle of the summer, so nothing out of the ordinary, but the heat is getting to you. Walking down the stairs you grumble fixing your wrinkled linen toga.
"E-excuse me miss ?" a soft voice interrupts your track. Abandoning the stubborn brooch that refuses to clip correctly in place, you lift your head up, being met with a boy equally soft as his voice. Big blue eyes, short blond hair pushed back and a fair skin, that is red in his face, is it the sun, or is it you ? In any case you would have remembered seeing this man before.
Fresh blood, things are getting exciting today. A genuine smile spreads on your face as you take a step in his direction.
"Yes ?" you ask, matching his tone.
"Do you hum, do you live here ?" the stranger clears his throat, intensifying his hold on the leather flap bag that crosses his slim figure, bunching the white toga in places. He looks nervous, he's barely looking at you in the eyes. Oh you're going to have fun.
"Yes I do, I'm sorry to ask this on our first encounter but... can you fix this for me ?" you ask in the most innocent voice you possess, pointing to the brooch that you weren't able to secure earlier, it is right above your chest, nearing your naked collarbone.
"S-sure yes" closing the distance, the dainty hands of your prey fiddle with the gold jewelry until it clicks its place. "There" he smiles proudly, taking a step back to admire your full figure.
"Thank you so much, I would repay you for that." turning your heels on him, you start to walk toward the indoor garden, only your footsteps echo on the marble floors, turning around the blond hasn't moved an inch, looking at you with round eyes. With a jerk of your head you indicate to him to follow you. Clutching his bag harder still, his feet set in motion, to close the gap between you.
The olive tree provides the perfect amount of shade for you to sit under, your body sinks in the soft cushion and you tap the empty one beside you. This man is behaving like it is his first day on earth, waiting for your orders at any time. You don't mind, not really, you only hope that you won't have to pry the conversation out of him. It is a rather unpleasant feeling, to force a man to speak, when they are constantly squawking without being asked to.
"What is your name?" you ask once he is settled next to you. He seems more relaxed now that he is laying on the plush materials. A smile forms on his face as he digs different journals and stray sheets from his bag.
"I am Armin" he sticks his hand out for you to shake and you stare at it dumbfoundedly, well that's a first. "What about you?" sliding your hands in his, you tell him your name Armin nods vigorously, writing it down once your respective hands are apart.
"Are you sure you are at the right place Armin ?" you ask looking curiously at his arsenal, maybe he thinks this is a bibliothêkê.
"No, no I'm in the right place, a friend recommended it to me!" you quirk an eyebrow cocking your head to the side, he looks like a scholar, what friend would recommend your place to him ? So you ask.
"I think you know him, it's Eren" you eyes roll automatically, of course Eren would do something like that, you chuckle.
"I see now, so what would you like to do with me today, Armin ?" his cheeks flush hot red and you have a hard time biting back your smile.
"Mostly talk, there are a few subjects I would like to have your views on" how can you say no to him when he's looking at you with that hopeful glint in his eyes ? So you nod.
You were wrong to think you'd have to force him to speak, he hasn't stopped talking for what feels like an eternity, not that you mind his melodic voice making it pleasant, he'd trip over his own word occasionally, mouth not working as fast as his brain. It made you giggle every time. Once the conversation died down you allowed yourself a personal question to ask.
"If you are friends with Eren, how come I never see you before ?"
"I'm tutored outside of the city, epicurean philosophy" not really surprising, but then why he's he here with you out of all people ?
"Epicure heh ? He is the one that pushes away all thoughts of family and romantic union in his speeches, so you desire a lonely life Armin ?"
"N-not necessarily I'm just curious about his reasoning" after a curt silence Armin mustered the courage to look you in the eyes. "Are you not approving of his morals ?"
"I'm an hetaera, my life is full of "foolish desire" I believe he calls them, so i'm not an adept and he'd probably despise the way I live" you laugh, grabbing a fig from the nearby bowl.
"And yourself, are you content with your condition ?" Armin asks, calame and papyrus in hands, ready to freeze each of your words.
"I am aware that it could be worse, I am no slave or pornae, I had an education, I receive gift, or money from the men I rub shoulders with, my hands are not flagged by hard work, I like the way I live" you conclude, watching his focused expressions as the calame glide on the paper.
"Those men you mentioned, are they always asking for something in exchange for their gift ? Don't feel pressured to answer, " he fixes his hair nervously and you watch a sight of his flushed earshell, how cute.
"Not systematically, some of them enjoy spoiling me for the sake of it, some are here for... pleasure, others just to talk." you smile at him, pushing yourself off the cushion. "It was a pleasure to meet you Armin, but I have others matter to tend to"
"Yes of course" he messily assembles his belongings as you're already making your way to the entrance, his rushed footstep echoes behind yours.
Opening the front door for your guest, you wait for him to take a step out, when he does he immediately turns to you, rummaging through his satchel. "Sorry I don't have a lot drachmae with me right now, huh don't you want a book ?" It has to be the first time someone offers this type of payment. You rub your nose with your hand to hide your smile.
"It's okay Armin really, before you go back to your studies come see me again we'll find an arrangement."
"No I insist let me do something for you" Armin takes a step towards you, the hoplite in charge of your security takes a sideway step, blocking his way. You almost forgot his presence, it's not like Armin looks like someone dangerous, or willing to hurt you, but nevertheless you appreciate his all time awareness. Laying a hand on his strong armor you indicate to him to stand down.
" Don't wreck your brain around this Armin, we are bound to see each other again now that you are in town, send my greetings to Eren will you ? " you wave at the blond boy before disappearing into your estate.
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Taking your words at face value, Armin showed up to your door everyday since you first met, always bearing gifts, nothing like the refined accessories you're used to, it's practical gifts. He noticed how often you'd pull your hair back to keep them from falling into your eyes, so he'd bring you a pin next time, flowers to decorate your home, food to fill you up. If your occupation wasn't literally to receive men in your home, you'd consider this a mating ritual, gifts you are used to, but not on a daily basis, you wonder if he has further intentions, so today you decide to push your luck.
You two are on the terrace of the first floor, at this time of the day the wind is blowing in all kinds of directions, as the sun is about to set.
"Tell me Armin, are you a regular at the gumnos ?" you ask innocently, touching his defined arm "Since you spend all your time in these books i'm kind of curious about how you keep this fabulous shape." you dare, tracing random patterns on his now slightly tanned skin. Your eyes travel slowly to his face, he is red as a spartan flag, you bite your inner cheek hard. Armin clears his throat before answering.
"U-uh not really, I help my pappoús with his fisherboat when I have the time, that's all" you nod along his words, is his grandfather as good looking at him ? You always had a knack for older men. Clearing his throat once more, Armin resumed his aloud reading of poems he brought today.
Well at least you know now that he doesn't have ulterior motives. A part of you is dissapointed you would have loved to fuck his brain out until he cannot even think about his books anymore.
Once the sun is hidden behind the mountains, you bid your farewell to Armin, getting ready for a well deserved night of rest.
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The next morning, Armin shows up again, his usual chipper self is nowhere to be seen. His brows are furrowed, he winces every time he adjusts himself on the cushions.
"Are you okay Armin ?" you ask after yet another groan that escpaces him.
"Yes, sorry, Eren makes me sleep on an old day bed, barely thicker than a book, my night are rather restless"
"Are you telling me that Eren Yeager did not welcome you into his home as a prince ?" you laugh, kneading his shoulder just to hear him wince again. "Lay on your stomach, I'm going to make you feel better" you command sitting up on the plushy hassock. His eyes go wide and you laugh, again. "A massage Armin, to detangle your muscles."
"Oh no don't bother i'll be fine I ju-" you depose a finger on his lips before he can continue his rambling.
"You need to relax" is all you say, covering his hands with his to snap his beloved book shut. The crimson hue makes a return on his cheeks; he exhales loudly but oblige nevertheless. Laying completely flat on his front. head resting on his right cheek, pushing his face in an adorable pout. "I'll fetch something from the kitchen, don't move, just remove the cloth from your back please" you order, making a quick trip to fend your needs ; olive oil.
Amphora in hand you meet your guest on the terrace. His bare back is now exposed, You didn't know what you expected, but the moles that litter the milky skin of his back remind you of the most beautiful beaches you have seen in Mykonos.
Setting the recipient next to his body, you astride armin, your bottom resting on his, he tenses slightly and you coo, telling him to unwind. You let the gold liquid drizzle on his skin before rubbing it in smooth motion.
A wolfish grin spreads on your face when he twitches and whimpers under your touch. Positioning the tip of your digits at the base of his spine, you apply pressure, slowly making your way up.
"HIgher ?" you ask when he doesn't budge. His eyes are now wide shut and he nods, so you resume your ascencion up his bones, keeping the same pressure. Reaching the level of his shoulder blades, Armin grips the
"Is it here ?" you ask coily, smoothing your thumb over the spot over and over.
"Y-yes right here"
"My poor Armin this must hurt a lot" adding more oil on your fingers your work the knot under his skin. Every heavy breath he takes, every exclamation that flees his lips equals the sound of victory to your ears. After a while he seems visibly relaxed, you extend your field of action to his entire back, if he slept bad last night it couldn't hurt to give him a full experience, plus you are not ready to part with his supple flesh yet.
Reaching down once more, you rub circles with your thumbs on each side of the base of his spine. Your thoughts are going wild, he's almost naked under you, at your mercy, each reaction guided by your dainty fingers. You want more, it is the first time you witness him this carefree away from his notes and his books. You want more and you'll have more.
"Is it ok If I take this off ?" you ask, pulling at his benched toga, the only piece of tissue shielding you from his naked self. Armin nods vigorously but it is not what you want. "You have a way with words Armin, use it"
"You can take it off, please take it off" if you were in an even playful mood you'd ask him to look you in the eyes when he said it, but you're as eager as he is, so you swiftly pull the remaining of his clothes down.
His naked bottom is plush, paler compared to the rest of his body, so you giggle a bit and Armin whines. You squeeze the globes in your hands, tainting it with the remains of oils that cover your skin, parting his cheeks you swipe a finger over his puffy hole.
"Have you ever done anything like this before ?" you ask to be certain even though you are half convinced of the answer he's about to give you.
"I can't say that I have, what about you ?" his teal eyes meet yours and you can see a hint of fear in them.
"Hmm, a few times, but you do not have to worry, Armin I'll be very kind to you. If you want to stop at any time you tell me okay ?" He nods sheepishly as you coat your fingers in more oil ; Time to have fun.
Circling the rim of his anus you spread as much liquid as you can around his untouched hole. After a moment and another injonction for him to unwind you push the tip of your index past his entrance. You maintain eye contact with him, searching for any sign of discomfort but he nods, silently telling you to continue, and you do, slowly worming your entire finger inside of him.
"Good ?"
"Unexpected, but good for now" he confirms, placing each hand on the sides of his face, squeezing the pillow a few times. You refrain yourself from moving inside of him yet, letting him the time to get used to the foreign sensation. Teasing his entrance with your major you allow a knuckle to push past him.
You praise him all the way you're sinking your finger inside of him and notice a subtle grind of his hips against the pillow underneath him, you feel a rush of adrenaline going straight to your folds. He is so eager to feel something, you take it as a sign to start moving your digits.
Easing your finger in his warm hole, you spread his walls slowly, bit by bit you are searching for the spot that will drive him crazy, if it worked with other men why not him. Curling your fingers towards his belly button you feel a firm bump and caress it with the pad of your fingers. Armin jaws go slack as a stream of purely filthy moan bounce from his pink lips.
Finally, you see him with no more restraint, his voice is deeper than usual when he begs you to keep going, you feel the need emanating out of him, you can literally touch it, and that you do, alternating between circular motion and simply pressing down on his sensitive spot. He calls your name again and again, nothing like you ever heard him call before, it is needy, it is filthy and depraved, if he decided to change career he would definitely make a lot as an hetaera.
"Do you think Epicure would approve of this Armin ?" you tease, pinching his prostate.
" A-ah yes, yes!" he cries, rutting his cock faster in the pillows.
He feels so good that he forgot all about his philosophy courses ? Interesting, you giggle releasing your holds as he writhe under you. His hips are hunched backward, searching for more pressure. Armin looks back, you can admire his desire tainted face, his cheeks are flush, brow pinched and eyes glassy.
"You can't stop now" his voice is barely above a whisper, the breeze carries it to your ears. He is right, you indeed can't stop when you are drawing such precious reactions from him, grabbing his hard cock from between his legs, you pull it down, angling it in a way you can see his flushed tip when he grinds against the pillows.
The gods have been good to him, your mouth salivating at the sight of his penis, long and veiny, just how you like, but not what you would expect a scholar to hide under his garment. Once his hips are resting on the pillow once more, you tease his slit with the pad of your index fingers, while resuming the circle motion inside of his hole.
As you continue your sweet torture, you feel his rectum swell and release around your fingers.
"Armin, do you have something to say ?" you can't help but tease.
"T-thank you, I feel so good I think- ah!" he cries when you press down on his prostate, you don't want him to think you want him to cum so hard his brain stops functioning , so you intensifie the pressure on his slit and prostate. " By the god!" he croaks, his semen smears out on your pillow as his rectum cage your finger inside.
An outbreak of curses and moans fills the air, you smile praising him when his chest heaves up and down, inhaling all the air he can get. When Armin breathes stills, you retract your finger from his hole.
You can tell he never felt pleasure like this before, he is slipping into morpheus arms already, he is looking at you, as his eyelids fight to keep shut.
"Good night Armin" you coo patting his hair. As if he was waiting for your approval He doesn't blink anymore and soon, you hear the soft snores coming from his button nose.
As you wash your hands in the kitchen, the smile on your face refuses to fade.
synopsis: sanemi, the touch-starved brute, struggles in the arena of physical affection, with his first love--you. the war is over, and he has nothing but time now to figure it out.
category: slow burn, romance, fluff, angst, smut, plot with pōrn
warnings: explicit content mdni, spoilers: sanemi’s lore, post infinity castle arc, post series-finale. chapters will have their own specific warnings. the curse of hashira dying at age 25 does not exist in this universe. either they survived the last battle, or they didn't. sanemi is like 27-28, and still a virgin (he is traumatized). he is missing his right index and middle fingers (canon). reader is also a virgin, mid-twenties (good-girl workaholic). this story is sanemi-centered, with the uzui clan playing supporting roles. fluid pov. there are a few oc's functioning as the reader's loved ones, and some townies.
author's note: sanemi deserves a slow burn lifetime romance, Goddamnit. i needed this for him, so i wrote it myself. when i say slow, i mean . . . . .🐌! enjoy the ride! i promise, there will be plenty of fūcking!!!!!!!!! uwu
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01 -- First Date
02 -- Walking and Climbing
03 -- Play Time
04 -- Busted
05 -- The First Supper
06 -- The Bet
07 -- Blue Collar Blues
08 -- Tall Orders
09 -- Nose First
10 -- Proposal
11 -- ‘Til Death
12 -- For Real This Time
13 -- Honeymoon
14 -- Enjoy The View
15 -- Tip Top -- (coming 5/1)
Final -- coming soon
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i lowkeynuinely (is that how u spell it) cant stop thinking about vanilla rough sex with choso🤔🤔 i dont knoww😔
like, imagine bucking that strapppuhhh in him so roughly, but slow, like a snap😭 whilst praising and kissing him all over.. tehee and hes crying and hiccuping, begging for god knows what urghhhh
ok
Need You Now
warnings: sub!bf!choso x dom!reader (female/afab), smut w slight angst and comfort, pegging, him riding your strap, choso has a fever, argument, making up, geto and gojo on the sidelines as a couple
character: Choso Kamo
You had come to class, sat down and done your work without acknowledging anyone's presence. Not your teacher's, not your friend's and most importantly: Not your boyfriend's. He had stormed into the lecture late after having to cry himself to sleep the night prior.
You did not know about that and right now you wouldn't care to begin with. After the fight you two had, you were surprised he was brave enough to show up in your vicinity. Luckily, you weren't one of those uni couples who couldn't live without touching or seeing each other so you usually hung out with your friend(s), and he hung out with his.
But you could practically feel him staring daggers into your back and it turned out to be quite annoying. You were fuming in your seat. One of your friends, Gojo Satoru, who had just assumed you woke up on the wrong side of the bed that morning as per usual and therefore determined you were in a bad mood, bumped your shoulder playfully, asking you if everything was okay. It wasn't unusual for you to need some space in the morning before meeting him during your first break time.
You frowned, clearly irritated. ''Why wouldn't everything be okay?''
He let out a huff. ''Because your boyfriend is back there being comforted like some kicked puppy by my Suguru.'' He retorted, leaning back and letting out a groan. ''It's pissing me off. That should be me.'' You rolled your eyes, looking back to get an idea of what he was talking about. And he wasn't exaggerating.
Your boyfriend was draped over his desk, hoodie pulled over his head, lying on his arms as Geto spoke to him while patting his back softly. You couldn't hear what exactly he was saying though. You rolled your eyes, facing the professor again. That's when Gojo rested his head against your shoulder. ''You know, if you go make up with your pretty wife, I can have my boyfriend back and you can stop sulking.''
''He is not my wife.'' You spoke, shoving him off you. This situation was as bad as it could get already. You denying your pretty Choso, saying he was not your self proclaimed wife never happened.
When class ended and Gojo was still talking your ears off while you were packing your bag, you felt a presence behind you and hoped, no, begged it'd be Geto. But no. It was the person you didn't want to see today. The person you tried avoiding the most.
''C-Can we ta-''
Before he could ask away, you left him standing there as Gojo apologised on your behalf, for your behaviour, and chased after you. Yeah, you were mad, but that wasn't cute, he exclaimed stopping you once you were outside the building. ''What did you two fight about anyway? It can't be that serious.''
You rolled your eyes, leaning against a wall. ''It was just a little argument about... Our future.'' You sighed as your blue-eyed friend nodded, acknowledging the fact that you two were thinking ahead at least. ''He said he wants me to take his last name when we get married. And you know how I feel about that.''
''I didn't know Choso was so traditional.''
You sighed. ''Me neither.''
Silence filled the air around you as you let it sit first. Maybe you were being a little dramatic, you thought to yourself. What if he was just trying to be romantic, trying to show you that he loved you and you just blew up, overreacted? You didn't think about it further and Gojo joined you as you headed to your dorm since both of you were planning on hanging out anyway.
On the other side of the building, your boyfriend had broken down crying the second you left the lecture hall. Geto comforted him all the way to his room, telling him everything was going to be okay. That's when Choso started feeling dizzy and very tired. Little did he know he had caught a fever. By the time he had started throwing up, he was too far gone already. The only thing that could help him now, well the only thing he wanted, was you.
When Geto called you, telling you that your boyfriend was sick and needed you, you couldn't just decline. You didn’t hate him after all. He was still your priority.
The walk to his dorm was quiet.You and Gojo didn’t talk much, mostly because you were trying to hide the tight knot forming in your chest at the thought of seeing him again. Not just seeing him, but seeing him like that.
You had seen him cry before, sure, he was a guy who was in touch with his emotions which you loved about him. But the idea of him being sick, alone, and wanting you there even after everything... It sat heavily on your shoulders.
Gojo was the one who broke the silence. “You don’t have to stay long,” He said casually, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pocket. “I’ll keep Geto distracted so he doesn’t hover.”
‘’You mean he will distract you so that you don't hover.’’
He shrugged, a smile grazing his features, and you nodded, appreciating the gesture but not acknowledging it out loud. When you finally reached the door, Geto was already waiting for you, face tight with concern. “He’s not doing great,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Won’t stop asking for you either. He keeps saying your name.”
Your throat felt dry. You looked at the door, then at Geto. “Leave with Gojo,” You murmured. “I’ll handle him.”
Geto hesitated but nodded, stepping away and slinging an arm around Gojo's neck. “Call if it gets bad,” He said.
Gojo winked at you before tugging Geto down the hallway. “Don’t be too mean to him,” He called over his shoulder.
You opened the door.
The room was dark, save for the pale yellow light of the desk lamp. It smelled faintly of cold medicine and sweat. He was curled up under a blanket on his bed, hoodie still on, face flushed a deep red and soaked with sweat. A trash can sat beside the bed, already used.
He turned slowly when he heard the door shut. “Y/n? Baby…”
You didn’t speak. You crossed the room wordlessly, kneeling next to his bed. His eyes were glassy and red-rimmed, cheeks blotchy. His lips looked pale.
You pressed a hand to his forehead. It was burning hot. He leaned into your touch weakly. “I brought medicine,” You said softly, reaching into your bag. “You need to take this first.”
He gave a soft whimper, eyes fluttering shut. “You came…” He whispered, ignoring the medicine entirely and trying to sit up, only to slump over again, chest heaving. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I-”
“Shut up,” You snapped, sharper than you intended. “Don’t speak right now. Just take this. We’re not doing this right now.”
You placed the pills in his hand and lifted a bottle of water to his lips. He took the pills without protest, but you noticed the way his hands shook.When he tried to lie back down, he gagged suddenly and leaned over the edge of the bed, throwing up again into the bin.
You reacted quickly, holding his hair back and rubbing his back. His body trembled under your hand.
He clung to your wrist as if it were the only thing tethering him to earth. “I hate this,” He whispered between dry heaves. “I hate being sick… And I hate being away from you.”
You sat with him until it passed. When he finally collapsed backwards into his pillow, you wiped his face gently with a damp towel. His lashes were wet with tears, his nose runny, and his breathing shaky. You could see how much effort it was just to stay conscious.
You hesitated, then pulled the blanket down, carefully peeling the hoodie off of him. He was damp with sweat. You helped him out of the shirt too, leaving him in his sweats, and reached for a clean rag to cool him down.His eyes fluttered open again. “Y/n…” His voice cracked. “I didn’t mean to force anything on you. I just wanted… Us. And I thought… I thought maybe it would be romantic. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.”
Your throat ached. You wrung the cloth out, wiping his chest and neck slowly.
“I know,” You finally said, barely audible. “It just… It felt like you were making a decision for me. Like what you imagined our future would be.”
“I’m sorry,” He whispered. “I’ll never do that again. You don’t have to take my last name, it was not about that. I could take your name too, if you let me. I just… I wanted to imagine us being together forever.”
You didn’t respond. You just kept wiping him down. When you were done, you sat beside him and threaded your fingers into his damp hair, running them through slowly. He sighed at the touch.
“I love you,” He mumbled. “Even if we do not have the same last name.”
“I know,” You whispered.
And after a moment, as his breathing slowed and the heat began to ebb from his body, you leaned down, pressed your forehead to his forehead, and whispered, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Not tonight.
And you hoped… Not for a long time.
A few hours passed in which he stopped vomiting, and felt overall better. His fever was still there though. He was as hot as he could be and just lay there draped in blankets as you tried comforting him.
''Can I get a kiss now? I haven't gotten one in a while.'' You hesitated. But when you looked into his eyes, his beautiful pleading eyes, you couldn't say no to him. You leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. ''Another one p-please...'' He stuttered. Well, at least he was all polite you thought to yourself as you leaned in to give him another kiss. A longer one this time. You stopped when you felt something poking you and frowned.
''There is no way-''
''W-We haven't kissed in a while…!'' He defended himself and that was true. You knew your boyfriend was quite sensitive so it shouldn't have come as a surprise to you. He was hard. He grew a hard-on from kissing. Kissing you. Of course he did. He covered his eyes, puckering his pouty lips as you chuckled, pushing his hands off his face.
''Need some help with that?'' You caressed his bulge, making him gasp as he bucked up into your hand. Before he could speak up, your hands were on it, pulling down his pants, making him raise his butt so that you could take off his pants. When his pair of pants was tossed aside, you hurried to his closet where you knew you'd find his dildos and a harness. Deciding on going for his favourite, you strapped up and got into bed again, hovering over him. You pressed soft kisses down his jaw, trailing down his neck as his breathing grew heavier. His legs squeezed shut and he wrapped his arms around your neck. ''I missed you so much.'' You whispered between kisses, using one hand to pry his legs open, you spread his legs, the other hand finding some lube in the cabinet right under his nightstand, in search of some lube.
''W-We won't be needing that...'' He muttered, pulling your hand away from his nightstand. When you leaned back, clearly confused, he looked away sheepishly, hands reaching out to spread open his hole that was glistening with lube. He had taken care of himself already. ''Oh?'' You smirked, pressing a finger in. Pressing a kiss to his neck, you whispered: ''Seems like I wasn't the only one missing my baby.''
A shudder ran down his spine at that, and within seconds his arms were wrapped around your neck, face buried into the crook of it as you fingered him. It didn't take long for four fingers to fit. And the second you pulled out, he asked you a question.
''Can I lead t-today?'' It came out as more of a whisper than he had anticipated. And to the question as to how he would do that since he was sick, he told you he would be fine. So what type of person would you have been if you told him no? You got into position.
Leaning against the headboard, arms resting at your side, strap ready. Choso was on top of you, one hand pressed to your chest, while the other fondled with the strap beneath him, eyes squeezing shut, mouth agape, struggling to fit in the toy. But when it finally slipped past the entrance, he let out a sigh of relief, opening his eyes again. He was concentrated, trying to sit down on the toy, brows furrowed, biting down on his lower lip.
Both hands were on your chest now, steadying himself. When he bottomed out, a shudder ran down his spine. He leaned back, hands gripping your ankles as he got on his feet. ‘’I-Is this position okay? F-Fuck, this so embarra-'’ Before he could say anything, your hands were on his waist as you slammed him down on your strap while simultaneously thrusting up into him. He let out a whine so guttural, you feared your classmates would hear you.
You continued slamming him down on the toy slowly, bucking your hips into him with a snap before pulling out slowly, watching his eyes roll back in his head, tongue lolling out of his mouth, hiccups leaving his throat, dick slapping against his and your stomach over and over. didn'tdnt take long for him to lose his fucking mind on your strap. ''You're taking me so well, baby. Such a good boy.''
He was gone.
Far gone.
He begged and had no idea what he was begging for. And all you did was laugh. Sweat beaded on his forehead and upper lip. His fever-slick skin glowed in the dim lamplight, flushed pink from his chest up. His thighs trembled with every snap of his hips against yours, your strap digging into him over and over again. His voice was a mess. All soft gasps, hiccupped moans, and broken pleas.
And you hadn’t even touched his weeping dick yet.
“Y-You're going so de-ep!” He slurred, leaning forward again, hands finding your shoulders for balance. His back arched as he rocked his hips in slow, shaky circles, trying to find the angle that made him see stars. “F-Fuck, I missed this s-so much…”
You grabbed a fistful of his ass and gave it a firm squeeze, watching him jolt with a high-pitched whine.
“I can tell,” You muttered, breath warm against his flushed chest. “Your greedy hole is swallowing me right up. I thought my boyfriend was supposed to be sick?''
He whimpered. “I a-am sick… It’s your fault I'm like this…”
You laughed, low and smug. “Oh, I gave you a fever, is that it?”
He nodded haptically, hair clinging to his sweaty forehead, lips wobbling from how overstimulated he already was. “Fever from l-love…”
You smirked. “You’re so dumb when you’re fucked out, sweetheart.”
“I-It’s romantic,” He argued, clenching around the toy as if to make a point. “I wanted you so bad I got sick.”
You thrusted your hips up again, just once, very hard.
He screamed.
Literally screamed, clasping both hands over his mouth with wide, teary eyes as his whole body trembled. His dick twitched, leaking across your stomach. “N-Not fair! Y-You said I could lead today!"
“You are riding me, you are the one on top.” You ran your fingers down his chest slowly, circling his navel before brushing over his belly. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. I’m just helping you out like a good partner should.”
“You’re making fun of me,” He sniffled, grinding down in messy, desperate little movements.
“I’m spoiling you,” You corrected, catching his chin between your fingers to tilt his flushed face toward yours. “Look at you, sitting on my strap like you belong on it.”
“I do,” He moaned. “I belong here, w-with you.”
Your breath caught in your throat for a second.
Even through the haze of lust, your chest tightened at the sheer honesty in his voice. How wrecked he sounded. How sure. Even with his cheeks flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy, dick twitching against his stomach… He was still that gentle, lovesick mess who wanted a future with you.
He wanted forever with you.
You leaned up and kissed him, deep, filthy, and slow. He melted into it, moaning into your mouth like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
And then, without warning, he started bouncing again. Not slowly this time. Desperate. Sloppy. Loud. He gripped your shoulders as if his life depended on it, thighs slapping against your hips as he fucked himself down onto you with sheer need..“Y/n-Y/n… I’m gonna-” He whined, voice cracking, “I c-can’t, I’m g-gonna come-!”
You didn’t stop him.
You only stroked his leaking dick and whispered, “Do it. Show me how much you love me.”
That’s all it took.
He came with a sob, collapsing into your chest as ropes of cum painted your stomach and face before he collapsed on top of you. His body shook in your arms, whimpering every time his hips twitched. You held him through it, pressing soft kisses into his hair, one hand rubbing circles into his back.
“You’re okay,” You murmured. “You did so well for me.”
“I love you,” He whispered, still trembling. “I love you so much I could die.”
“You’re not dying,” You chuckled, guiding him off your strap gently, careful with his oversensitive body. “You’re just a dramatic little princess.”
He groaned and flopped face-first into your chest. “You’re mean.”
You wiped the sweat off his back, the cum off your face, licking it up to which he gasped and he slapped you playfully, and pulled the blanket over both of you before tugging his head back by the chin to kiss him softly.
“I’m yours, you dramatic idiot,” You whispered. “I always was.”
His eyes fluttered, trying to stay open. “Even if you don’t take my last name?”
You smirked. “You might be the one taking mine, after this.”He blushed violently.
And you let him bury his face into the crook of your neck again, holding him while his breathing slowed, while the fever faded, and while the tension between you finally subsided.
You were still mad, a little. But a cutie like this?
It was hard to stay mad for long.
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Geto: Um, so, Satoru and I came by to check if Choso was still alive or whatever. But instead, we were greeted by him screaming. Like SCREAMING screaming. Like “call an exorcist” screaming 😨 So I’m just gonna assume you guys made up 🙂 Tf we're you even doing to him?? He is sick?? You could have at least put a sock on the door or something. I’m traumatized 😒
You: You're so dramatic
Geto: I wish I were just being dramatic. Do you know what it's like to hear your friend moaning through a wall you helped hang posters on?? I can't unhear it. I see the scene unfolding every time I close my eyes 🤢
You: You’re just mad we made up and you don’t get to baby him anymore
Geto: I do not miss being his personal tissue box, thank you 🙏🏻
You: Cry about it 🥱
Geto: I will. Loudly. At lunch tomorrow and you’re paying 😒 Enjoy your little sex honeymoon or whatever.
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