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Catboy Giyuu Tomioka x reader
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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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Yuuji Itadori x Male Reader
TW: Prostate stimulation, Overstimulation, Male squirting, Dubious consent (?) SubReader, Manhandling, Dacryphilia, Watersports (?), Yuuji's kinda mean...
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.
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.
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—"

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Birthday
╰─ Choso Kamo x f!reader
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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snowleopard!gojo I need him begging and bred brooo
art by: me! repost with credits, lorin mower on all platforms!
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.
a/n ~ if u can’t tell, im ovulating
Anticipation
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.
I just need this kinda treatment in my life so bad, like yes mommy, I'll do whatever you say 😫
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toji's spent all his money on your onlyfans ?! ☆
"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
For the books. Armin x reader
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!
word count : 3k
Gentle Breeze -- series index
by s-uwu-kuna
pairing: sanemi shinazugawa x fem! reader
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
꩜ if you want to be notified of updates for this series, please reply with "taglist!" in the comments! make sure you have your age in bio, or you will not be tagged. ദ്ദി( •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )
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chapter 15 dropping sunday 5/3 ~ !
and then it's only one more lefttttt ahhhhh ~ ! (˶˃⤙˂˶)♡
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sugar titts
Someone requested a smau in which the jjk men's pecks are all sore after playing with them (I'll look for the request after this)
warnings: suggestive, tried to keep it genderneutral
characters: Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Choso Kamo, Nanami Kento, Hiromi Higuruma, Toji Fushiguro, Shiu Kong, Sukuna Ryomen, Ino Takuma, Naoya Zenin
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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
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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.
You: I love you too ❤️
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