Nikka໒꒱

Synopsis: The relentless summer heat has you dragging your girlfriend out to the beach for a private picnic, away from her endless paperwork and responsibilities on the sunny

CW: public sex, teasing, lesbian sex, scissoring, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, mock sympathy, dry humping, scissoring

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI

You push open the heavy wooden door to the ship's library, the familiar scent of aged paper and ink filling your nostrils as your eyes land on Nami. She's hunched over her massive desk, orange hair cascading over her shoulders while tracing precise lines across a fresh map. The sunlight filtering through the window highlights the focused crease between her brows.

“Nami,” you call softly, stepping closer. “You've been in here for hours. The new island is gorgeous, and you're missing all of it.”

She glances up, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Hi baby. Just finishing this section. The currents around here are tricky. I want to get it right before we leave.”

You lean against the edge of her desk, fingers tracing the wood grain as you pout dramatically. “Come on, just for a little while? I had Sanji pack us a picnic. Fruit, sandwiches, that wine you like. We can relax under the shade of a tree on the beach.”

Nami sets her quill down, tilting her head as she studies you. “A picnic, huh? You're really trying to tempt me away from work.”

“Because you deserve it,” you insist, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. “You've been working non-stop since we docked. Let me take care of you for once.” She chuckles, the sound low and warm.

“Alright, alright. You've convinced me.”

The two of you make your way off the ship and walked to a pristine white sand beach. The relentless summer heat wraps around you like a blanket, but the gentle ocean breeze offers some relief as you carry the picnic basket between you. Nami walks beside you, her hand occasionally brushing yours.

“This spot looks perfect,” you say, pointing to a large tree a short distance from the water's edge. Its wide branches cast a cool shadow over the sand below.

Nami nods approvingly, helping you spread out the blanket. “You thought of everything. This is nice—really nice.”

You both settle down, unpacking the basket as the waves lap gently at the shore. Nami pours two glasses of wine while you arrange the food between you.

“To relaxing,” she toasts, clinking her glass against yours. "And to my very persuasive girlfriend."

“To you finally taking a break,” you reply, sipping the cool liquid. The alcohol warms your chest as you lean back on your elbows, watching her.

Nami stretches out beside you, her tank top riding up slightly to expose a strip of toned stomach. “The heat feels much better out here. Less stuffy than the library.”

“Exactly why I dragged you out,” you tease, scooting closer. “Now stop thinking about maps”

Her eyes darken with interest as she sets her glass aside. “Oh? And what exactly should I be thinking about?”

You grin, crawling over to straddle her lap. “How good it feels to have me right here. How much better this is than paperwork.”

Nami's hands settle on your hips, thumbs rubbing slow circles. “You're right. This is much better.” She pulls you down for a kiss, her lips soft but insistent as her tongue slides against yours.

The kiss deepens quickly, heat building between you despite the shade. Your hands roam over her shoulders, feeling the muscle beneath her skin as she grips your ass firmly.

“Mmm, someone’s eager,” she murmurs against your mouth, nipping at your lower lip. "Out here where anyone could walk by?"

“It's private out here,” you whine softly, grinding down against her thigh. “No one's coming. It’s just us.”

Nami laughs quietly, the sound vibrating through her chest. She rocks your hips against her, encouraging the friction.

You moan as you press your pussy harder against her leg through your thin shorts.

“You want me?” she teases, her voice dropping into that tone that makes your stomach flip. "Tell me what you want." You gasp, rocking faster. “I wanna feel you against me."

She flips you onto your back with ease, settling between your spread thighs. “Then let's get these pretty clothes off.“ Her fingers hook into your waistband, tugging your shorts and panties down in one smooth motion.

You lift your hips to help, kicking the fabric aside as she does the same with her own bottoms. The air feels cool against your exposed skin, but Nami's body heat quickly replaces it as she presses close.

“God you are so pretty,” she whispers, running a finger through your slick folds. “Pretty and already so wet for me.“

You whine again, hips bucking toward her touch. “Nami, touch me already”

"Patience," she coos, circling your clit but not pressing in. “We've got all afternoon. “Let’s not rush, remember? This is supposed to be relaxing.”

Her fingers dip lower, teasing your entrance before pulling away entirely. You groan in frustration, but she just smiles and positions herself above you, one leg hooked over yours.

“I think we can make this even better,” she says, aligning your pussies together. She lowers herself slowly, your slick cunts meeting with a wet sound that makes you both moan. The direct contact sends sparks through your body as she starts a slow grind, her clit rubbing against yours with every movement.

"Oh fuck," you gasp, hands flying to her thighs for leverage. "Nami, fuck—just like that."

“That's it,” she encourages, rolling her hips in steady circles. “Grind that pretty pussy on mine. Let me hear you, baby”

You can't hold back, moaning loudly as the friction builds. Each slide of her wet folds against yours draws another whine from your throat, your body arching beneath her.

“So responsive,” Nami praises, picking up the pace slightly. "My girl turning into such a needy mess. Does it feel good?”

"Yes! Oh god— s’good," you pant, meeting her thrusts. “Your pussy feels amazing on mine.”

She leans down, capturing your mouth in another kiss while maintaining the rhythm. Her tongue fucks into your mouth in time with her hips, the dual sensations overwhelming.

“You're dripping all over me,” she murmurs, breaking the kiss to watch where you're joined. “Good thing we're alone. W-wouldn’t want anyone hearing how loud you are."

You cry out as she angles her hips differently, hitting your clit just right. “Nami! Fuckfuckfuck, right there.”

“Oh god— I’m gonna cum, baby!” she says with whine, grinding harder. “Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you cum on my pussy.”

The pressure builds fast, your thighs trembling as the orgasm crashes over you. You moan shamelessly, body shaking as waves of pleasure ripple through you, your juices mixing with hers.

Nami doesn't stop, riding you through it with that same steady pace. “That's one. Think you can give me another?”

"Yesyesyes," you cry aloud , oversensitive but craving more. “Please, don't stop.”

She adjusts her position slightly, pressing even closer as she continues the scissoring motion. The wet sounds grow louder, your combined slick making everything slippery and intense.

“Listen to that,” she laughs, voice husky. “Your pussy's so wet.”

You whine again, the dirty talk pushing you higher. “Wait, I'm close again. Fuck, fuck!”

“Cum for me,” she commands softly, her own breathing growing ragged. “Show me how good I make you feel.”

The second orgasm hits even harder, your back arching off the blanket as you choke her name. Your pussy pulses against hers, drawing a low groan from Nami as she follows you over the edge.

She collapses beside you afterward, pulling you into her arms as you both catch your breath. The ocean breeze cools your sweat-slicked skin while the tree above provides perfect shade.

Nami laughs softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You were right. This is much better than paperwork. We should do this more often.”

“Anytime you want,” you promise, leaning over to kiss her cheek.

Synopsis: The relentless summer heat has you dragging your girlfriend out to the beach for a private picnic, away from her endless paperwork and responsibilities on the sunny

CW: public sex, teasing, lesbian sex, scissoring, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, mock sympathy, dry humping, scissoring

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI

You push open the heavy wooden door to the ship's library, the familiar scent of aged paper and ink filling your nostrils as your eyes land on Nami. She's hunched over her massive desk, orange hair cascading over her shoulders while tracing precise lines across a fresh map. The sunlight filtering through the window highlights the focused crease between her brows.

“Nami,” you call softly, stepping closer. “You've been in here for hours. The new island is gorgeous, and you're missing all of it.”

She glances up, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Hi baby. Just finishing this section. The currents around here are tricky. I want to get it right before we leave.”

You lean against the edge of her desk, fingers tracing the wood grain as you pout dramatically. “Come on, just for a little while? I had Sanji pack us a picnic. Fruit, sandwiches, that wine you like. We can relax under the shade of a tree on the beach.”

Nami sets her quill down, tilting her head as she studies you. “A picnic, huh? You're really trying to tempt me away from work.”

“Because you deserve it,” you insist, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. “You've been working non-stop since we docked. Let me take care of you for once.” She chuckles, the sound low and warm.

“Alright, alright. You've convinced me.”

The two of you make your way off the ship and walked to a pristine white sand beach. The relentless summer heat wraps around you like a blanket, but the gentle ocean breeze offers some relief as you carry the picnic basket between you. Nami walks beside you, her hand occasionally brushing yours.

“This spot looks perfect,” you say, pointing to a large tree a short distance from the water's edge. Its wide branches cast a cool shadow over the sand below.

Nami nods approvingly, helping you spread out the blanket. “You thought of everything. This is nice—really nice.”

You both settle down, unpacking the basket as the waves lap gently at the shore. Nami pours two glasses of wine while you arrange the food between you.

“To relaxing,” she toasts, clinking her glass against yours. "And to my very persuasive girlfriend."

“To you finally taking a break,” you reply, sipping the cool liquid. The alcohol warms your chest as you lean back on your elbows, watching her.

Nami stretches out beside you, her tank top riding up slightly to expose a strip of toned stomach. “The heat feels much better out here. Less stuffy than the library.”

“Exactly why I dragged you out,” you tease, scooting closer. “Now stop thinking about maps”

Her eyes darken with interest as she sets her glass aside. “Oh? And what exactly should I be thinking about?”

You grin, crawling over to straddle her lap. “How good it feels to have me right here. How much better this is than paperwork.”

Nami's hands settle on your hips, thumbs rubbing slow circles. “You're right. This is much better.” She pulls you down for a kiss, her lips soft but insistent as her tongue slides against yours.

The kiss deepens quickly, heat building between you despite the shade. Your hands roam over her shoulders, feeling the muscle beneath her skin as she grips your ass firmly.

“Mmm, someone’s eager,” she murmurs against your mouth, nipping at your lower lip. "Out here where anyone could walk by?"

“It's private out here,” you whine softly, grinding down against her thigh. “No one's coming. It’s just us.”

Nami laughs quietly, the sound vibrating through her chest. She rocks your hips against her, encouraging the friction.

You moan as you press your pussy harder against her leg through your thin shorts.

“You want me?” she teases, her voice dropping into that tone that makes your stomach flip. "Tell me what you want." You gasp, rocking faster. “I wanna feel you against me."

She flips you onto your back with ease, settling between your spread thighs. “Then let's get these pretty clothes off.“ Her fingers hook into your waistband, tugging your shorts and panties down in one smooth motion.

You lift your hips to help, kicking the fabric aside as she does the same with her own bottoms. The air feels cool against your exposed skin, but Nami's body heat quickly replaces it as she presses close.

“God you are so pretty,” she whispers, running a finger through your slick folds. “Pretty and already so wet for me.“

You whine again, hips bucking toward her touch. “Nami, touch me already”

"Patience," she coos, circling your clit but not pressing in. “We've got all afternoon. “Let’s not rush, remember? This is supposed to be relaxing.”

Her fingers dip lower, teasing your entrance before pulling away entirely. You groan in frustration, but she just smiles and positions herself above you, one leg hooked over yours.

“I think we can make this even better,” she says, aligning your pussies together. She lowers herself slowly, your slick cunts meeting with a wet sound that makes you both moan. The direct contact sends sparks through your body as she starts a slow grind, her clit rubbing against yours with every movement.

"Oh fuck," you gasp, hands flying to her thighs for leverage. "Nami, fuck—just like that."

“That's it,” she encourages, rolling her hips in steady circles. “Grind that pretty pussy on mine. Let me hear you, baby”

You can't hold back, moaning loudly as the friction builds. Each slide of her wet folds against yours draws another whine from your throat, your body arching beneath her.

“So responsive,” Nami praises, picking up the pace slightly. "My girl turning into such a needy mess. Does it feel good?”

"Yes! Oh god— s’good," you pant, meeting her thrusts. “Your pussy feels amazing on mine.”

She leans down, capturing your mouth in another kiss while maintaining the rhythm. Her tongue fucks into your mouth in time with her hips, the dual sensations overwhelming.

“You're dripping all over me,” she murmurs, breaking the kiss to watch where you're joined. “Good thing we're alone. W-wouldn’t want anyone hearing how loud you are."

You cry out as she angles her hips differently, hitting your clit just right. “Nami! Fuckfuckfuck, right there.”

“Oh god— I’m gonna cum, baby!” she says with whine, grinding harder. “Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you cum on my pussy.”

The pressure builds fast, your thighs trembling as the orgasm crashes over you. You moan shamelessly, body shaking as waves of pleasure ripple through you, your juices mixing with hers.

Nami doesn't stop, riding you through it with that same steady pace. “That's one. Think you can give me another?”

"Yesyesyes," you cry aloud , oversensitive but craving more. “Please, don't stop.”

She adjusts her position slightly, pressing even closer as she continues the scissoring motion. The wet sounds grow louder, your combined slick making everything slippery and intense.

“Listen to that,” she laughs, voice husky. “Your pussy's so wet.”

You whine again, the dirty talk pushing you higher. “Wait, I'm close again. Fuck, fuck!”

“Cum for me,” she commands softly, her own breathing growing ragged. “Show me how good I make you feel.”

The second orgasm hits even harder, your back arching off the blanket as you choke her name. Your pussy pulses against hers, drawing a low groan from Nami as she follows you over the edge.

She collapses beside you afterward, pulling you into her arms as you both catch your breath. The ocean breeze cools your sweat-slicked skin while the tree above provides perfect shade.

Nami laughs softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You were right. This is much better than paperwork. We should do this more often.”

“Anytime you want,” you promise, leaning over to kiss her cheek.

Synopsis: You have been gone so long on a mission your poor boyfriend misses your voice so much

CW: JOI ( Jerk Off Instruction), phone sex, voice kink, mommy kink, msub, cum denial, use of “good boy”

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI

Author notes: I’ve been seeing so many of those “Yes mommy” edits on my fyp. They’re genuinely getting me through life rn 😩😩

The line rang twice. Three times. You were about to leave a voicemail when he picked up, and the sound of his breath coming in just a little uneven made you pause.

“Hey baby,” you said softly. "You okay?"

“I'm—” he pauses. too long, his voice coming out lower than usual and just slightly strained— “yeah. Hi.”

Your eyes narrowed with fond suspicion. This was something else.

“Cho,” you said slowly. “What are you doing?”

“N-Nothing.” He answered way too fast. A small sound followed it, quickly swallowed, and your mouth curved.

“Baby,” you said. "What are you doing." You repeat once more, a bit more demanding of an answer.

Silence. Then, very quietly: “...I missed you.”

“I can hear that you missed me.” You settled back against your pillow, voice dropping into something warmer, slower. “How long have you been doing that?”

A broken exhale. “A while...”

"A while," you repeated. “You’ve been thinking about me this whole time?”

“Y-yes.” You could hear the faint shift of sheets, the particular quiet of a room where someone was trying very hard to hold still. “Your voice— nghh—when you called I almost” and he stopped.

“Almost what? Tell me Cho” You kept your voice even, soft, deliberately calm against his unraveling.

“A-Almost didn't answer.” A shaky breath. “Because I knew if I heard you it would—“another swallowed sound, “I would’ve cummed to fast”

You let the silence sit for a moment, let him breathe through it. “Keep going,” you began. “Don't stop on my account.”

The sound he made was small and devastated and gorgeous. “O-okay—”

A shuddering exhale, and then the sounds he'd been swallowing started coming through — small and helpless, his breath catching in uneven intervals, as you listened to him come apart

“Tell me what you're thinking about,” you murmured.

“You.” Immediate. Breathless. “Your hands. The way you—mhm—the way you moan my name when—” he broke off with a whine that he tried to muffle and failed.

“Please don’t muffle yourself baby,” you said softly. “Let me hear you, baby.”

“Mmmph!” The sound that left him was helpless and unguarded and made your chest ache with how much you missed him. “I can't”

“You can do it.” You kept yours steady, gentle, in control the way he needed you to be. “You're doing so well f’me”

“Please,” he cried again, breathier this time. “Please, I need—”

A pause where only his breathing existed, ragged and honest. Then, barely above a whisper, “M-Mommy.”

“I’m still here,” you said softly. You let your voice drop lower, warmer, more commanding. “Do you like my voice, baby?”

Choso let out a broken little whimper that went straight to your core. “Y-yes mommy…” The words came out shaky, already dripping with need.

“That’s my good boy,” you praised, settling deeper into your pillow. “Keep stroking that cock for me. Don’t stop. I want to hear exactly how you touch yourself while you listen to me.”

His hand was already moving again. The slick, wet sounds of his fist pumping his cock filled the line. As your instructions continued, his moans started getting louder.

“Wrap your fingers tighter around the base,” you told him calmly. “Good boy. Now slide all the way up… twist your wrist a little at the head. Use all that precum to make it nice and slippery for mommy.”

Choso’s moan cracked louder, deeper, the wet rhythmic schlick-schlick of his strokes growing faster and filthier. “Mommy— haah— fuck…”

“Faster now, baby. Pump it harder. I want to hear those moans louder. Let me hear how badly you need it.” Your voice stayed steady and in control while his fell apart. “Spread your legs wider. Stroke every thick inch and think about mommy’s tight, warm pussy instead of your hand.”

His moans were getting properly loud now — raw, needy, and shameless. “Mommy! Feels so good—I need to cum. Pleasee, mommy, I need to cum so bad!”

“Hmm, not yet,” you said firmly, a smile curling your lips. “Slow down. Edge that pretty cock for me. Squeeze the head on every upstroke and hold it. You don’t get to cum until I say so.”

Choso let out a devastated whine, but he obeyed, his breathing turning into desperate sobs as he forced himself to slow his strokes. “Mommy please. I’m so close. I’ve been good— need to cum, mommy, please let me cum!”

You kept him there on the edge, guiding him with detailed instructions — faster, slower, tighter, twist at the top, use both hands if he needed — drawing out long, torturous minutes of him moaning and begging louder and louder for release. Every time his voice pitched higher and his strokes turned frantic, you made him deny himself again.

“Mommy! I can’t— I’m gonna cum. pleasepleaseplease—”

“Hold it,” you commanded softly. “Not until mommy says. You’re going to keep edging that cock until you’re shaking for me.”

He was a complete mess now — loud, broken moans and whimpers of “mommy” spilling out between every ragged breath, his hand desperately working his cock exactly how you told him while he begged so prettily to be allowed to cum.

Finally, when his voice had gone hoarse and truly desperate, you took mercy.

“Cum for me, baby. Make a big mess all over your hand for mommy. Let me hear you.”

Choso came with a loud, shattered cry of your name. The wet sounds of his orgasm echoing through the phone as he finally spilled hard for the second time. You talked him through every pulsing wave, soft praise and gentle words until he was trembling and spent, breathing heavy in your ear.

The silence afterward was warm and intimate, broken only by his soft, wrecked little sounds.

“Two more days,” you whispered. “Then I can take care of you properly.”

He let out a shaky, satisfied hum.

Synopsis: You have been gone so long on a mission your poor boyfriend misses your voice so much

CW: JOI ( Jerk Off Instruction), phone sex, voice kink, mommy kink, msub, cum denial, use of “good boy”

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI

Author notes: I’ve been seeing so many of those “Yes mommy” edits on my fyp. They’re genuinely getting me through life rn 😩😩

The line rang twice. Three times. You were about to leave a voicemail when he picked up, and the sound of his breath coming in just a little uneven made you pause.

“Hey baby,” you said softly. "You okay?"

“I'm—” he pauses. too long, his voice coming out lower than usual and just slightly strained— “yeah. Hi.”

Your eyes narrowed with fond suspicion. This was something else.

“Cho,” you said slowly. “What are you doing?”

“N-Nothing.” He answered way too fast. A small sound followed it, quickly swallowed, and your mouth curved.

“Baby,” you said. "What are you doing." You repeat once more, a bit more demanding of an answer.

Silence. Then, very quietly: “...I missed you.”

“I can hear that you missed me.” You settled back against your pillow, voice dropping into something warmer, slower. “How long have you been doing that?”

A broken exhale. “A while...”

"A while," you repeated. “You’ve been thinking about me this whole time?”

“Y-yes.” You could hear the faint shift of sheets, the particular quiet of a room where someone was trying very hard to hold still. “Your voice— nghh—when you called I almost” and he stopped.

“Almost what? Tell me Cho” You kept your voice even, soft, deliberately calm against his unraveling.

“A-Almost didn't answer.” A shaky breath. “Because I knew if I heard you it would—“another swallowed sound, “I would’ve cummed to fast”

You let the silence sit for a moment, let him breathe through it. “Keep going,” you began. “Don't stop on my account.”

The sound he made was small and devastated and gorgeous. “O-okay—”

A shuddering exhale, and then the sounds he'd been swallowing started coming through — small and helpless, his breath catching in uneven intervals, as you listened to him come apart

“Tell me what you're thinking about,” you murmured.

“You.” Immediate. Breathless. “Your hands. The way you—mhm—the way you moan my name when—” he broke off with a whine that he tried to muffle and failed.

“Please don’t muffle yourself baby,” you said softly. “Let me hear you, baby.”

“Mmmph!” The sound that left him was helpless and unguarded and made your chest ache with how much you missed him. “I can't”

“You can do it.” You kept yours steady, gentle, in control the way he needed you to be. “You're doing so well f’me”

“Please,” he cried again, breathier this time. “Please, I need—”

A pause where only his breathing existed, ragged and honest. Then, barely above a whisper, “M-Mommy.”

“I’m still here,” you said softly. You let your voice drop lower, warmer, more commanding. “Do you like my voice, baby?”

Choso let out a broken little whimper that went straight to your core. “Y-yes mommy…” The words came out shaky, already dripping with need.

“That’s my good boy,” you praised, settling deeper into your pillow. “Keep stroking that cock for me. Don’t stop. I want to hear exactly how you touch yourself while you listen to me.”

His hand was already moving again. The slick, wet sounds of his fist pumping his cock filled the line. As your instructions continued, his moans started getting louder.

“Wrap your fingers tighter around the base,” you told him calmly. “Good boy. Now slide all the way up… twist your wrist a little at the head. Use all that precum to make it nice and slippery for mommy.”

Choso’s moan cracked louder, deeper, the wet rhythmic schlick-schlick of his strokes growing faster and filthier. “Mommy— haah— fuck…”

“Faster now, baby. Pump it harder. I want to hear those moans louder. Let me hear how badly you need it.” Your voice stayed steady and in control while his fell apart. “Spread your legs wider. Stroke every thick inch and think about mommy’s tight, warm pussy instead of your hand.”

His moans were getting properly loud now — raw, needy, and shameless. “Mommy! Feels so good—I need to cum. Pleasee, mommy, I need to cum so bad!”

“Hmm, not yet,” you said firmly, a smile curling your lips. “Slow down. Edge that pretty cock for me. Squeeze the head on every upstroke and hold it. You don’t get to cum until I say so.”

Choso let out a devastated whine, but he obeyed, his breathing turning into desperate sobs as he forced himself to slow his strokes. “Mommy please. I’m so close. I’ve been good— need to cum, mommy, please let me cum!”

You kept him there on the edge, guiding him with detailed instructions — faster, slower, tighter, twist at the top, use both hands if he needed — drawing out long, torturous minutes of him moaning and begging louder and louder for release. Every time his voice pitched higher and his strokes turned frantic, you made him deny himself again.

“Mommy! I can’t— I’m gonna cum. pleasepleaseplease—”

“Hold it,” you commanded softly. “Not until mommy says. You’re going to keep edging that cock until you’re shaking for me.”

He was a complete mess now — loud, broken moans and whimpers of “mommy” spilling out between every ragged breath, his hand desperately working his cock exactly how you told him while he begged so prettily to be allowed to cum.

Finally, when his voice had gone hoarse and truly desperate, you took mercy.

“Cum for me, baby. Make a big mess all over your hand for mommy. Let me hear you.”

Choso came with a loud, shattered cry of your name. The wet sounds of his orgasm echoing through the phone as he finally spilled hard for the second time. You talked him through every pulsing wave, soft praise and gentle words until he was trembling and spent, breathing heavy in your ear.

The silence afterward was warm and intimate, broken only by his soft, wrecked little sounds.

“Two more days,” you whispered. “Then I can take care of you properly.”

He let out a shaky, satisfied hum.

Synopsis: Purposefully pissing off your nerdy boyfriend while he’s tutoring you so he can punish you

CW: rough sex, sub to dom Choso, punishment, cum denial, spanking, brat taming, floor sex, pussy eating, overstimulation, edging

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI

The textbook had been open to the same page for forty minutes. Choso had pointed it out twice already, in that careful measured voice he used when he was trying very hard to be patient with you.

The living room floor was scattered with his notes — neat, color-coded, annotated — and you were sitting cross-legged beside him with your chin in your hand, not looking at any of it.

You were looking at him.

“Okay so the derivative of a composite function,” Choso explained to you, tapping the page with his pencil, eyes down, long dark hair falling slightly forward over his shoulder, “is what we’ve been going over for the last twenty minutes, and if you could just—” he glanced sideways at you and his sentence died. “You aren’t even looking, babe.”

“I’m looking at you,” you said pleasantly.

“That’s not—” he pressed his lips together. “that’s not the same thing.”

“Mhm.” You reached out and twirled a strand of his hair around your finger, lazy and unhurried, watching the way it curled. “You have really pretty hair.”

Choso looked at your hand in his hair. Looked back at the textbook. Exhaled through his nose with the particular energy of a man exercising enormous self-control.

“T-Thank you?” he stumbled and stuttered over his words. “The chain rule—“

“It’s so soft.” You kept twirling it. “Did you wash it today? It feels like conditioner.”

“I—“ a pause “yes, I use conditioner, that’s not” he reached up and gently removed your hand from his hair, setting it back in your lap with a precision that made you want to smile— “that’s not relevant right now. Focus please.”

“I am focused?” You raised an eyebrow. “On the material.” He corrected.

“You’re more cuter than the material.” Whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean.

He gave you a look and sighed. “The chain rule states,” he began again, voice resuming its careful instructional cadence, “that if you have a function inside another function, you take the derivative of the outside”

You reached over and tugged the string of his grey sweatpants.

Choso stopped talking.

He looked down at your hand. You were pulling the drawstring out slowly, watching it unravel from its bow with the focused attention you had conspicuously failed to give anything in this textbook.

“What,” he said, “are you doing?”

“It was loose,” you said, way too cheerfully.

“It was not—” he took the string from your fingers and retied it, jaw visibly tight. “it was tied. Can you please—”

“Your ears are red, baby” you observed. They were. The tips of his ears had gone a warm pink that crept down toward his jaw, and you watched it with deep satisfaction.

“They’re not” he groaned “They really are.” You leaned in slightly. “It’s cute.”

“I’m trying to help you pass your final,” Choso said, with the energy of someone who had been very calm for a very long time and was beginning to run low on reserves. ”You called me. You said, and I quote, Choso I’m going to fail, please come over”

“I do need you,” you agreed. “— and I came over, and I made notes, and I reorganized them twice because you said the first color system was confusing—“ he continued

“And now you won’t even—” he stopped. Pressed two fingers to the bridge of his nose. Breathed. “Please,” he said, with immense restraint, “look at the page.”

You looked at the page for approximately four seconds.

Then you looked back at him.

“I don’t understand it,” you said. “I know you don’t understand it, that’s why I’m—”

“Can you explain it again?” Something flickered across his expression. “…Yes. Okay. Yes.” He shifted the textbook toward you, pointing. “So here, this is your composite function, f of g of x, and what you need to do first is — ”

You leaned your head on his shoulder.

Choso went very still.

“You’re comfortable,” you said, before he could speak. “Is this a new hoodie?”

“You—” he closed his eyes briefly “you can be comfortable and also pay attention”

“Ohh, okay” You turned your face slightly into his shoulder. He smelled like whatever fabric softener he used and something warm underneath it that was just him, and you made a contented sound that had nothing to do with calculus.

“Are you smelling me,” he said flatly. “No.” Answered way too fast.

“You definitely are.”

“I’m listening. Keep going. Composite function.” A pause. You felt him look down at you. You kept your expression neutral and attentive.

“…f of g of x,” he resumed, slower now, like he was waiting for the next interruption. “You take the derivative of the outside function first, leaving the inside alone, and then you multiply by”

You reached over and pulled the sweatpants string again.

“Stop,” the word came out sharper than anything he’d said yet. He caught your hand again, but this time his grip lingered, thumb pressing into your wrist like he was fighting the urge to pin you down right there.

“Sorry,” you said, not sorry at all.

He studied your face, really looked, and you watched the exact moment his patience finally snapped.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” he said.

“Doing what?”

“This.” He gestured vaguely between you and the textbook. “You don’t need help at all.”

You widened your eyes. “I’m just having trouble focusing”

“You got a ninety-two on the last exam.”

A beat.

“…That was a fluke,“ you tried.

“It was not a fluke, you texted me a picture of it.” His voice had dropped. “You don’t need me to teach you the chain rule.”

“I might have forgotten it.”

“You haven’t forgotten it.” He pushed his glasses off the bridge of his nose. “Why,” he said, measured and quiet, “are you actually doing this.”

You let the smile come.

“I’m not doing anything,” you said sweetly, “I promise baby, I just need help.”

Choso closed the textbook with a quiet, decisive snap.

He grabbed your chin and kissed you hard, tongue sliding against yours, filthy and claiming, devouring your mouth like he was already imagining how your pussy would taste. When he pulled back, his voice was rough. “Lay down. On the floor. Now.”

You obeyed, heart hammering, cunt already throbbing with slick heat. He moved over you like a shadow, caging you in with those long arms, hair falling around his face like a dark curtain.

“You wanted my attention,” he murmured against your neck, biting down hard enough to make you gasp. “Now you’re gonna get fucked stupid for wasting my time, you needy little slut.”

“Choso—” you whimpered, already soaked.

“Use your words, baby. You wouldn’t shut up for forty minutes.”

His hands yanked your shirt off, then dragged your shorts and panties down your legs in one rough pull, exposing your dripping cunt to the cool air. He settled between your thighs and the first slow, wet drag of his hot tongue over your swollen folds ripped a broken moan from your throat.

“Fuck—! Ahh— Choso—! Oh my god—!”

He ate your pussy like he was starving, slow and deliberate, tongue fucking deep into your tight hole before sucking hard on your throbbing clit with devastating precision. Your back arched violently off the carpet, fingers clawing desperately at nothing as filthy, desperate sounds spilled out of you nonstop.

“Mmmh—! Ohhh fuck— baby— fuck—! Your tongue feels so good—! Don’t stop— ahhn—!”

He pulled back just as you were about to tip over the edge, leaving your pussy clenching around nothing, dripping messily onto the carpet.

“Nooo—! Choso please—! I need it—!”

“You made me explain the chain rule four times,” he said calmly, kissing your trembling, soaked thigh. “We’re taking our time”

He brought you to the edge again and again, tongue lapping messily at your juices, sucking your clit until it was swollen and pulsing, until you were a sobbing, dripping wreck, thighs shaking violently around his head, voice hoarse from screaming.

When he finally let you cum, you shattered hard. Your orgasm crashed through you so violently your vision whited out, a wrecked, shameless scream tearing from your throat as your hips jerked wildly against his mouth, pussy gushing all over his face.

But he didn’t stop. He kept sucking and licking through your orgasm, overstimulating your sensitive clit until you were thrashing.

“Fuuuck! It’s too much,Baby! Ohmygod— I’m gonna cum again!”

“You can take it,” he growled, voice muffled against your soaked, twitching pussy, chin shiny with your cum. “You’re gonna cum again like the cock-hungry little brat you are. This pussy belongs to me now.”

The second orgasm hit even harder, leaving you completely fucked out, drooling and whimpering incoherently, mind blissfully blank except for him and the overwhelming pleasure.

He finally pulled back, lips and chin shiny with your slick, eyes dark with raw lust. “Roll over.” You nodded and did as he said.

You could barely move, limbs shaking, but you obeyed on shaky limbs. He gripped your hips bruisingly, yanked them up high, and pressed a hand between your shoulder blades, pushing your chest down into the carpet so your ass was presented like a needy whore.

“Still with me?” he asked, voice rough as he rubbed his thick, leaking cock against your dripping, puffy folds, teasing your entrance.

“I want your cock s-so bad. Please stuff me full! ” He pushed in with one deep, brutal thrust, stretching your tight cunt open so perfectly you screamed into the carpet, eyes rolling back as he bottomed out against your cervix.

“Chosoo! Oh my fucking god—You’re so big! ahhh—”

He fucked you hard, deep, relentless, hips snapping against your ass with loud, wet, filthy sounds of skin slapping and your pussy squelching obscenely around his cock. Every thrust punched the air out of your lungs and melted your brain into cock-drunk mush.

“F-fuck—baby! Too deep—nghh!”

“You gonna pay attention next time?” he panted, spanking your ass hard, the sting blooming hot.

“I will-I will. I promise just! F-fuckk—” He flipped you onto your back, pushed your thighs to your chest in a mating press, and drove back in even deeper. You were completely cock-drunk, eyes glassy and crossed, mouth hanging open, moaning like a brainless whore with every brutal thrust, pussy creaming messily around his thick cock.

“Gonna cum— please let me cum on your cock!”

“Cmon, cum on my cock.” You shattered again, clenching around him like a vice, your whole body convulsing as a broken string of sobs, moans, and screams fell from your lips. Your pussy squirted around him as he fucked you through it, soaking his cock and the carpet beneath you.

He followed right after with a low, guttural groan, burying himself balls-deep as he pumped you full of thick, hot cum, flooding your wrecked pussy until it leaked out around his shaft.

For a long moment, the only sound was both of you trying to catch your breath, your body still twitching with aftershocks.

You stared at the ceiling, brain still floating somewhere far away, pussy still twitching and leaking his cum.

“Cho baby…” you mumbled, voice hoarse and fucked-out.

“Mhm?”

“What’s the chain rule.”

He let out a tired, fond laugh and gave your ass one last lazy spank.

“The derivative of the outside function times the derivative of the inside function.”

“Oh...That’s not that hard.”

He looked down at your completely wrecked, blissed-out, cum-drunk face and smirked.

“See how much you learn when you pay attention?”

You just gave him a dazed, dopey little smile.

Synopsis: Purposefully pissing off your nerdy boyfriend while he’s tutoring you so he can punish you

CW: rough sex, sub to dom Choso, punishment, cum denial, spanking, brat taming, floor sex, pussy eating, overstimulation, edging

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI

The textbook had been open to the same page for forty minutes. Choso had pointed it out twice already, in that careful measured voice he used when he was trying very hard to be patient with you.

The living room floor was scattered with his notes — neat, color-coded, annotated — and you were sitting cross-legged beside him with your chin in your hand, not looking at any of it.

You were looking at him.

“Okay so the derivative of a composite function,” Choso explained to you, tapping the page with his pencil, eyes down, long dark hair falling slightly forward over his shoulder, “is what we’ve been going over for the last twenty minutes, and if you could just—” he glanced sideways at you and his sentence died. “You aren’t even looking, babe.”

“I’m looking at you,” you said pleasantly.

“That’s not—” he pressed his lips together. “that’s not the same thing.”

“Mhm.” You reached out and twirled a strand of his hair around your finger, lazy and unhurried, watching the way it curled. “You have really pretty hair.”

Choso looked at your hand in his hair. Looked back at the textbook. Exhaled through his nose with the particular energy of a man exercising enormous self-control.

“T-Thank you?” he stumbled and stuttered over his words. “The chain rule—“

“It’s so soft.” You kept twirling it. “Did you wash it today? It feels like conditioner.”

“I—“ a pause “yes, I use conditioner, that’s not” he reached up and gently removed your hand from his hair, setting it back in your lap with a precision that made you want to smile— “that’s not relevant right now. Focus please.”

“I am focused?” You raised an eyebrow. “On the material.” He corrected.

“You’re more cuter than the material.” Whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean.

He gave you a look and sighed. “The chain rule states,” he began again, voice resuming its careful instructional cadence, “that if you have a function inside another function, you take the derivative of the outside”

You reached over and tugged the string of his grey sweatpants.

Choso stopped talking.

He looked down at your hand. You were pulling the drawstring out slowly, watching it unravel from its bow with the focused attention you had conspicuously failed to give anything in this textbook.

“What,” he said, “are you doing?”

“It was loose,” you said, way too cheerfully.

“It was not—” he took the string from your fingers and retied it, jaw visibly tight. “it was tied. Can you please—”

“Your ears are red, baby” you observed. They were. The tips of his ears had gone a warm pink that crept down toward his jaw, and you watched it with deep satisfaction.

“They’re not” he groaned “They really are.” You leaned in slightly. “It’s cute.”

“I’m trying to help you pass your final,” Choso said, with the energy of someone who had been very calm for a very long time and was beginning to run low on reserves. ”You called me. You said, and I quote, Choso I’m going to fail, please come over”

“I do need you,” you agreed. “— and I came over, and I made notes, and I reorganized them twice because you said the first color system was confusing—“ he continued

“And now you won’t even—” he stopped. Pressed two fingers to the bridge of his nose. Breathed. “Please,” he said, with immense restraint, “look at the page.”

You looked at the page for approximately four seconds.

Then you looked back at him.

“I don’t understand it,” you said. “I know you don’t understand it, that’s why I’m—”

“Can you explain it again?” Something flickered across his expression. “…Yes. Okay. Yes.” He shifted the textbook toward you, pointing. “So here, this is your composite function, f of g of x, and what you need to do first is — ”

You leaned your head on his shoulder.

Choso went very still.

“You’re comfortable,” you said, before he could speak. “Is this a new hoodie?”

“You—” he closed his eyes briefly “you can be comfortable and also pay attention”

“Ohh, okay” You turned your face slightly into his shoulder. He smelled like whatever fabric softener he used and something warm underneath it that was just him, and you made a contented sound that had nothing to do with calculus.

“Are you smelling me,” he said flatly. “No.” Answered way too fast.

“You definitely are.”

“I’m listening. Keep going. Composite function.” A pause. You felt him look down at you. You kept your expression neutral and attentive.

“…f of g of x,” he resumed, slower now, like he was waiting for the next interruption. “You take the derivative of the outside function first, leaving the inside alone, and then you multiply by”

You reached over and pulled the sweatpants string again.

“Stop,” the word came out sharper than anything he’d said yet. He caught your hand again, but this time his grip lingered, thumb pressing into your wrist like he was fighting the urge to pin you down right there.

“Sorry,” you said, not sorry at all.

He studied your face, really looked, and you watched the exact moment his patience finally snapped.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” he said.

“Doing what?”

“This.” He gestured vaguely between you and the textbook. “You don’t need help at all.”

You widened your eyes. “I’m just having trouble focusing”

“You got a ninety-two on the last exam.”

A beat.

“…That was a fluke,“ you tried.

“It was not a fluke, you texted me a picture of it.” His voice had dropped. “You don’t need me to teach you the chain rule.”

“I might have forgotten it.”

“You haven’t forgotten it.” He pushed his glasses off the bridge of his nose. “Why,” he said, measured and quiet, “are you actually doing this.”

You let the smile come.

“I’m not doing anything,” you said sweetly, “I promise baby, I just need help.”

Choso closed the textbook with a quiet, decisive snap.

He grabbed your chin and kissed you hard, tongue sliding against yours, filthy and claiming, devouring your mouth like he was already imagining how your pussy would taste. When he pulled back, his voice was rough. “Lay down. On the floor. Now.”

You obeyed, heart hammering, cunt already throbbing with slick heat. He moved over you like a shadow, caging you in with those long arms, hair falling around his face like a dark curtain.

“You wanted my attention,” he murmured against your neck, biting down hard enough to make you gasp. “Now you’re gonna get fucked stupid for wasting my time, you needy little slut.”

“Choso—” you whimpered, already soaked.

“Use your words, baby. You wouldn’t shut up for forty minutes.”

His hands yanked your shirt off, then dragged your shorts and panties down your legs in one rough pull, exposing your dripping cunt to the cool air. He settled between your thighs and the first slow, wet drag of his hot tongue over your swollen folds ripped a broken moan from your throat.

“Fuck—! Ahh— Choso—! Oh my god—!”

He ate your pussy like he was starving, slow and deliberate, tongue fucking deep into your tight hole before sucking hard on your throbbing clit with devastating precision. Your back arched violently off the carpet, fingers clawing desperately at nothing as filthy, desperate sounds spilled out of you nonstop.

“Mmmh—! Ohhh fuck— baby— fuck—! Your tongue feels so good—! Don’t stop— ahhn—!”

He pulled back just as you were about to tip over the edge, leaving your pussy clenching around nothing, dripping messily onto the carpet.

“Nooo—! Choso please—! I need it—!”

“You made me explain the chain rule four times,” he said calmly, kissing your trembling, soaked thigh. “We’re taking our time”

He brought you to the edge again and again, tongue lapping messily at your juices, sucking your clit until it was swollen and pulsing, until you were a sobbing, dripping wreck, thighs shaking violently around his head, voice hoarse from screaming.

When he finally let you cum, you shattered hard. Your orgasm crashed through you so violently your vision whited out, a wrecked, shameless scream tearing from your throat as your hips jerked wildly against his mouth, pussy gushing all over his face.

But he didn’t stop. He kept sucking and licking through your orgasm, overstimulating your sensitive clit until you were thrashing.

“Fuuuck! It’s too much,Baby! Ohmygod— I’m gonna cum again!”

“You can take it,” he growled, voice muffled against your soaked, twitching pussy, chin shiny with your cum. “You’re gonna cum again like the cock-hungry little brat you are. This pussy belongs to me now.”

The second orgasm hit even harder, leaving you completely fucked out, drooling and whimpering incoherently, mind blissfully blank except for him and the overwhelming pleasure.

He finally pulled back, lips and chin shiny with your slick, eyes dark with raw lust. “Roll over.” You nodded and did as he said.

You could barely move, limbs shaking, but you obeyed on shaky limbs. He gripped your hips bruisingly, yanked them up high, and pressed a hand between your shoulder blades, pushing your chest down into the carpet so your ass was presented like a needy whore.

“Still with me?” he asked, voice rough as he rubbed his thick, leaking cock against your dripping, puffy folds, teasing your entrance.

“I want your cock s-so bad. Please stuff me full! ” He pushed in with one deep, brutal thrust, stretching your tight cunt open so perfectly you screamed into the carpet, eyes rolling back as he bottomed out against your cervix.

“Chosoo! Oh my fucking god—You’re so big! ahhh—”

He fucked you hard, deep, relentless, hips snapping against your ass with loud, wet, filthy sounds of skin slapping and your pussy squelching obscenely around his cock. Every thrust punched the air out of your lungs and melted your brain into cock-drunk mush.

“F-fuck—baby! Too deep—nghh!”

“You gonna pay attention next time?” he panted, spanking your ass hard, the sting blooming hot.

“I will-I will. I promise just! F-fuckk—” He flipped you onto your back, pushed your thighs to your chest in a mating press, and drove back in even deeper. You were completely cock-drunk, eyes glassy and crossed, mouth hanging open, moaning like a brainless whore with every brutal thrust, pussy creaming messily around his thick cock.

“Gonna cum— please let me cum on your cock!”

“Cmon, cum on my cock.” You shattered again, clenching around him like a vice, your whole body convulsing as a broken string of sobs, moans, and screams fell from your lips. Your pussy squirted around him as he fucked you through it, soaking his cock and the carpet beneath you.

He followed right after with a low, guttural groan, burying himself balls-deep as he pumped you full of thick, hot cum, flooding your wrecked pussy until it leaked out around his shaft.

For a long moment, the only sound was both of you trying to catch your breath, your body still twitching with aftershocks.

You stared at the ceiling, brain still floating somewhere far away, pussy still twitching and leaking his cum.

“Cho baby…” you mumbled, voice hoarse and fucked-out.

“Mhm?”

“What’s the chain rule.”

He let out a tired, fond laugh and gave your ass one last lazy spank.

“The derivative of the outside function times the derivative of the inside function.”

“Oh...That’s not that hard.”

He looked down at your completely wrecked, blissed-out, cum-drunk face and smirked.

“See how much you learn when you pay attention?”

You just gave him a dazed, dopey little smile.

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Nerd!Reader Gojo never expected your virgin pussy to feel this insanely good when he pulled your skirt and panties down in one go and threw you on the bed to fuck you instead of paying for your tutoring sessions. The moment he pushed his thick cock inside your tight, dripping heat, his usual cocky smirk vanished as you clenched around him like a vice.

“Fuckuh! You sure this your first time getting fucked?” he groaned, gripping your hips harder while slamming deeper. You whimpered, fingers digging into the mattress , moaning breathlessly. Nodding as your face is still buried in the pillow underneath you. He chuckled darkly, leaning down to bite your ear as he pounded into you relentlessly. “—Haah— maybe my cock is too big for this little cunt, you’re so —fuck!— tight, baby”

TA!Toji What started as a desperate attempt to fuck your way into a better grade had quickly turned into something far more dangerous the second he sat you on his lap, skirt thrown across the room, and buried his massive, veiny dick deep inside your tight pussy as he makes you ride him.

“Tojiahh— hah— you’re too big!” He let out a dark, mocking laugh and grabbed the back of your hair. “Too big? You’re the one who came here begging to get fucked for an A, pathetic. Now take every inch of this cock”. “If you want that grade, you’re gonna have to prove you deserve it”

Frat!Sukuna You never meant for it to go this far, but the second Frat President Sukuna dragged you into his messy bedroom during the house party, your boyfriend was long forgotten. He had you laid underneath him , your soaked panties torn apart as he slammed his thick, pierced cock deep into your tight pussy.

“Fuck! this pussy is gripping me so damn hard,” Sukuna growled against your neck, biting down hard enough to leave marks while he pounded into you with brutal, relentless strokes. You moaned shamelessly, nails digging into the pillows, gasping between broken cries, “Sukuna—nghh—Ohmygod! My b-boyfriend — he’s looking f-for me”. “Him? That pathetic loser can’t fuck this pussy like do. Tell me how much better my cock feels stretching you out, slut. I want everyone downstairs to hear what a dirty little slut you are.”

Olderboyfriend!Geto Your boyfriend Geto was pissed the second he walked into your room and caught you scrolling on your phone instead of studying as promised. Before you could even explain, he had you bent over his strong thigh on the edge of your mini couch. His large hand came down hard on your bare ass with a sharp smack that echoed through the room.

Synopsis: Fucking your boyfriend on live while comments from strangers dictate your every move.

CW: overstimulation, use of sex toys, submissive men, rough sex, light bondage, femdom reader, praising, size difference, Sex on cam, stripping, edging , masterbating in front of Choso, bimbo reader, crybaby Choso

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI

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You lean back against the fluffy pillows on your massive bed, the ring lights bathing the room in a sultry pink glow.

Choso's right there next to you, his messy black hair falling into those big, pleading eyes, his huge body making you feel all tiny. You tap “go live” on the laptop, and bam—the chat lights up like fireworks with hearts, tips, and all sorts of naughty demands.

“Heyyy, viewers,” you coo playfully, batting your lashes at the camera while wiggling your hips just a bit. “Me and Cho are ready to follow every single one of your wild ideas tonight. Isn't that right, baby?” You nudge him with your elbow, grinning like you own the world.

Choso blushes deep red, his thick thighs shifting under his loose sweats as he mumbles a soft, “H-hi, everyone...” But you can already hear that little whimper in his voice, the one that says he's already hooked. “Aww, don't be shy, Cho! Come on, let's dive into these comments together.” You pull the laptop closer, scrolling through the frenzy with a giggle. “Ooh, look at this one

Gojodirtyblindfold: “Start by stripping slow”

“Sounds fun! What do you think, baby? Should I give 'em a show?” He nods eagerly, those dark eyes locked on you like you're the only thing that matters, a needy whimper escaping his lips. “Y-yes... please.” You wink at the camera, your full lips curving into a mischievous smile as you hook your fingers under your skimpy tank top.

“Watch closely, Cho, no touching yet” You peel the top up inch by inch, letting your lacy red bra come into view, your caramel skin glowing under the lights, those plump curves bouncing free just enough to tease.

Choso lets out a soft, desperate moan, his hands clenching the sheets. “Babe... you look so pretty,” he whimpers, shifting closer, but you playfully swat his arm. “Nuh-uh, hands to yourself, Next comment!”

Pussydestroyer423: “Take the shorts off, keep the thong on.”

“Easy peasy!” You stand up on the bed, turning around to give the camera a view of your thick ass as you shimmy out of your tiny shorts, kicking them away with a laugh. “Like whatchu see, Cho? Bet you're dying to touch me.”

He whines louder now, his hard cock visibly straining against his sweats. “P-please... let me see more. “ You plop back down, spreading your legs wide for the lens, your thong clinging to your slick folds. “Mmm, you guys are making me all tingly already,” you moan sluttily, your voice breathy and playful as you trace a finger along the edge of the fabric.

Grabbing the comments again, you read with a giggle,

Sukunasextoy: “Tie his hands up and masturbate right in front of him!”

You snatch the soft silk ties from the drawer with a giggle, crawling over to Choso. “Arms up, baby”. He lifts them without hesitation, whimpering as you loop the ties around his wrists and secure them to the headboard, his muscles flexing under your touch. “There we go. Doesn't he look adorable, chat?”

Choso tugs lightly, his breath coming in needy pants, eyes watering already. “B-baby... this is torture,” he moans, voice cracking with that crybaby edge. You blow him a kiss, settling back on your heels. “Aww, poor baby.” Spreading wider, you slip your hand into your thong, fingers gliding over your wet pussy with a slutty whine. “Ahh—hah—look how wet I am baby.” You circle your clit slowly, hips rolling playfully, locking eyes with him as the chat floods with more and more comments .

Your moans pick up, whiny and teasing, “Hhh—ugh—feels amazing, wish it was your tongue, though” Choso strains against the ties, a string of needy whimpers spilling out. “L-let me... please, I need to taste you.” Tears prick at his lashes, and you coo playfully, “Not yet, Cho. Look at you, all teary-eyed” You pump two fingers inside yourself now, the wet sounds filling the room, your boobs bounce with each thrust. “Ngh—hah—fuck!”

Pulling your fingers out shiny and slick, you crawl closer, twirling them around his lips. “P-please let me taste you” You giggle, popping them into his mouth. “Suck 'em clean f’me” He does, moaning around your fingers, tears starting to slip down his cheeks. “Mmmph—want more, please” he whimpers when you pull away. “Next up!”

Sugurudihhair: “Edge his cock, don’t let him cum!”

You untie one hand just enough to yank down his sweats, his massive dick springing free, thick, veiny, and dripping pre-cum. “Stroke for me, baby. Nice and slow.” He grips himself, pumping with shaky breaths, needy moans bubbling up. “Hah—hahh—feels so good...”

You watch, fingering your pussy again with playful whines. “Faster now, Cho—don’t you dare cum” His hand speeds up, hips bucking, whimpers turning frantic. “B-baby! can't hold it!” You snap your fingers. “Stop”

 He freezes, a sobby whimper escaping as tears flow freely. “S-so close, please I-I” You lean in, licking a tear from his cheek with a teasing grin. “My pretty baby”

Comments start flooding in once again with demands

LoverCatboy34: “Use toys!”

Chososwetdildo: “Overstimulate him with the ring!”

You grab the vibrating cock ring, sliding it down his shaft with a wink, flicking it on. Choso jerks with a loud, moan. “Nngh! S’too much—Aaah—hn!” You straddle his thigh, grinding your soaked thong against it while picking up a dildo, sucking on it sluttily. “Mmm, I wish this was your cock, Cho” Your whines mix with his whimpers as you slide the toy into your pussy.

“Oh god! Y-yes—it’s filling me up!” you cry out playfully, bouncing for the camera. Choso's body writhes, the vibrations edging him mercilessly. “B-baby—lemme fuck you!” he whimpers, tears streaming.

You laugh breathlessly, “Patience. Comments want me to ride you next Cho. Isn’t this your lucky day!” Discarding the dildo, you climb onto his lap, lining up your tight heat with his cock. “Are you ready babe?”

He nods frantically, whimpering, “ Y-yes, need you so bad.” You sink down inch by inch, your pussy clenching around his girth with a slutty moan. “Fuck—you're massive! Splitting my pussy open!”

Every ridge of his veiny length dragging against your walls as you bottom out. You pause there, savoring the stretch, your inner muscles fluttering wildly around him. “mmnh—baby, you fill me up like no one else. Look at how my pussy's gripping you already.”

Choso's eyes roll back slightly, a deep, needy whimper rumbling from his throat as he feels your heat envelop him completely. “Ahh—nngh— y-you’re tight— squeezing me so hard”

You start riding at a fast pace, hands planted on his broad chest for leverage, your nails digging into his skin just enough to make him hiss. Your hips slam down again and again, the wet slap of your ass against his thighs echoing through the room, mixing with your slutty whines and his desperate moans.

The friction builds fast, your clit rubbing against him with each downward thrust, sending sparks up your spine. Choso bucks up to meet you, his tied hands straining against the silk, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes as overstimulation from the ring makes his cock throb uncontrollably inside you. “Nngh!— your pussy's milking m-me, fuck!”

But you don't slow down, you speed up, chasing that high, your breath coming in playful pants. “O-oh my—fuck! Cho!” Your walls clench rhythmically, squeezing his length like a vice, and you can feel him swelling even thicker, the vibrations from the ring buzzing against your sensitive folds.

The pressure coils tighter in your core, your thighs quivering as you grind down harder, the size of him forcing your body to accommodate every brutal inch. “Fuck, right there! baby—nggh!—your cock's hitting so deep i-in me!” Your first orgasm crashes over you without warning, a wave of heat exploding from your pussy outward, your juices gushing around him as you cry out, body shuddering violently on top of him.

Choso whimpers brokenly beneath you, his hips jerking erratically as your spasming walls push him to the brink. “I—nggh!—can't. Gonna cum!” But you clench down harder, edging him ruthlessly, riding through the aftershocks with playful giggles mixed into your whines.

“Hold it, f’me babe! I know you can do it” You keep bouncing, the slick sounds obscene, your pussy so soaked now that he slides in and out with ease despite his girth. Each thrust sending fresh jolts through your oversensitive nerves. His tears flow freely, mixing with sweat on his face, and his needy moans turn into high-pitched whimpers that make your clit pulse anew. “P-please! Let me cum in you. S’too much”

The intensity doesn't let up—you lean forward, capturing his lips in a messy kiss, swallowing his whimpers as you grind your hips in slow, deep circles now, feeling every vein pulse against your fluttering walls. “Such a good boy, taking my pussy like you were made for it”

He sobs into your mouth, bucking up weakly, the ring's vibrations making his cock twitch violently inside you. Your second orgasm builds slower this time, a deep, aching pressure that has you whining sluttily against his neck, biting down on his shoulder as you pick up the pace again. “Mmmh! gonna cum again! Fuck me baby, harder!” He thrusts up in you, the bed creaking under the force, his whimpers muffled against your skin.

It hits you like lightning, your pussy convulsing around him in rhythmic squeezes, pulling him deeper as you scream out playfully. “Yes! I love your cock!”

Chat's demands blur in the background. “You're doing so well, baby. Filling me s’good” He sobs louder, body trembling, but you keep going, the overstimulation making your clit hypersensitive against his base, building toward a third peak already.

“F-fuck! Tie my hands, baby” You hand him the ties mid-ride, still impaled on his cock, your playful tone breathless. He fumbles them around your wrists behind your back, his touch trembling with need. “Like that?” You nod, grinding down once more for good measure.

He pulls out with a tortured whimper, the sudden emptiness making you whine, but he helps you onto all fours quickly, the camera catching your bound hands, your curvy ass up high and glistening with sweat. “Pound me, baby. Show 'em how big you are—wreck this pussy!”

Choso positions behind you, gripping your hips with shaking hands, sliding his slick cock back into your dripping heat in one long, deliberate thrust. “Ahh—haa, you're clenching already.”The angle lets him go deeper, his tip kissing your cervix with each slam, the size difference making you feel utterly stuffed, your walls stretching around him.

He starts thrusting rough and desperate, skin slapping against skin, his needy moans punctuating every drive. You push back to meet him, your bound hands useless but heightening the thrill, playful cries spilling from your lips. “Harder, Cho! Yes! Fuck harder”

The pace is brutal now, his hips snapping forward with raw power, balls slapping your clit rhythmically, sending shocks through your core. Your third orgasm from earlier lingers, but this builds fiercer, your pussy fluttering wildly as he rails you without mercy. “Oh—Oh god, baby! Don't stopaahhh! feels like you're splitting me open!”

Sweat drips down your back, his tears falling onto your skin as he whimpers desperately. “B-baby—haaah!— y-you” The room fills with the obscene squelch of your soaked folds taking him. You forget the stream entirely, lost in the haze of pleasure, the laptop's glow fading to nothing as his cock pistons in and out, hitting that spot over and over until stars burst behind your eyes.

“Fuck, Choso! You're fucking me so good and d-deep!” Your voice turns whiny and playful even as ecstasy builds, your thighs trembling, pussy gushing around him. The fourth orgasm rips through you violently, your walls clamping down like a fist, milking his length as you scream, body convulsing forward. “Nghh!Cumming! Fuckfuckfuck”

“Deeper, baby!—give me everything!” You arch higher. The intensity spirals—his thrusts grow erratic, but harder, the ring still buzzing faintly against your ass. Your fifth peak crashes next, a full-body shudder that has you crying out sluttily, juices squirting slightly around his base. “Ohmygod! You're destroying my pussy, baby!” Choso whimpers brokenly, “I-I'm close— please let me cum insidehnn” You're too far gone, giggling through moans as you glance vaguely at the chat. “Do it, Cho! Cum inside me!”

He thrusts erratically, a long, needy moan tearing from him as he spills hot ropes deep inside, his cock pulsing wildly against your fluttering walls. “Nngh! Thank you baby” he cries out as you clench around him, riding out your sixth orgasm with slutty whines, the warmth of his load pushing you over again.

Choso removes the ties from your wrist and your collapse forward onto the sheets. Chat's going wild, tips pouring in, but you wave lazily.

Nanami#1__gonner: “Edge with toys now!”

You arch toward him, untying his hands fully. “Come here, baby.” Choso latches on eagerly, tongue swirling your hard nipples with soft, whimpery sucks, his free hand stroking himself lightly. You moan sluttily, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. “Good boy, you feel that?” You pull Choso head away and lay on your stomach once more presenting your ass to him.

On all fours again, you wiggle your ass at him invitingly, cum still trickling down your thighs. “Fuck me Cho. Fuck me with that big cock.” He slides in gently, both of you gasping at the overstimulation—your pussy raw and sensitive, “Ahh— w-why are you s-still so tight” You push back playfully, clenching around him. 'And you're still rock hard—don't know your own size, huh, crybaby?' He starts with gentle rocks, building tension inch by inch, his hands roaming your curves, thumbs digging into your hips.

The slow pace turns torturous, each drag of his veiny shaft against your walls reigniting the fire, your whines soft and teasing at first. 'Mmm, just like that... stretch me wide...' But chat demands more: 'Switch to toys—make her cum with the dildo!' Choso pulls out reluctantly with a whimper, grabbing the thick dildo slick with your earlier juices. 'Like this, baby?' He presses it into you from behind, pumping slow then faster, twisting it to hit your g-spot while his other hand fingers your clit. 'Yes! Fuck me deep with it, Cho!”

The dual sensation overwhelms you, your orgasm building in waves, body quaking as you cry out playfully. “O-oh god— cumming! Don’t stop”

He keeps going, the toy slamming in rhythm with his fingers, your pussy clenching emptily now but craving more. Choso tosses the dildo aside, replacing it with his cock in one swift thrust, burying himself balls-deep. You scream in ecstasy, the fullness snapping you back to reality briefly before pleasure erases it again—he pounds relentlessly, hips blurring, the bed shaking violently. “Harder, Cho! I know you can do it baby” His whimpers mix with grunts, tears flowing as overstimulation hits him hard.

Your orgasm tears through you, vision whiting out as you sob sluttily, pussy spasming wildly around him. He follows seconds later, second load erupting deep, his body collapsing over yours with a desperate, needy moan. ''Whew, that was insane.” You laughed waving at the camera one last time, you blow a kiss.