HIYORI TOMOE + ORAL(RECEIVING)
He puts his mouth to use in sweet talking you and you put yours to use by pleasuring him.
Contains: Sub reader, Hiyori refers to reader as "Good Boy" once, Oral (character receiving), Blowjob, Facefucking, Cumplay, Light Choking
Word Count: 1235
(NSFW UNDER CUT)
It was hardly a second ago that you put your tongue to his head, now your nose bumps into Hiyori’s pelvis with every move.
You sit on the ground in front of him. Your throat has long been bruised by the pace he’s set. He uses a mix of pushing you down with his hands and pushing up with his hips to hilt himself in your mouth. He’s so sweet in talking you into this, then so rough when he actually gets into it... such a perfectly planned trap.
Every thrust brings a new pressure to your body. With every single one, he pops right past your mouth and into your throat, the head of his cock smoothly gliding down. You would describe the taste of his precum as salty if you actually had enough time to taste it before it was shoved down your esophagus. Your jaw aches with the feeling of being stretched and the only reason your lips haven’t chapped and cracked is due to the drool coating the entirety of your lower face. It’s so much. So overwhelming.
And you love it.
With you being a glorified fleshlight, it doesn’t take long for his grunts to turn breathy and make his hands tremble. His pace grows uneven, and he struggles to pull out more than a few inches at a time before hilting himself in you once again. Finally, he gives in, pushing your head straight down and mashing your nose above the base of his shaft.
His cum pools into the back of your mouth and you fight against the urge to swallow it. No, he loves the sight of your cum filled mouth too much and you love the way he responds to the sight too much for that. The head of his cock pushes harshly against the confines of your mouth and Hiyori only attempts to grind it deeper and deeper, ignoring the way it already sits in a pool of his own seed there. His whole body shivers and he gasps out a few breathy moans while his high courses through him.
You sit there like that for a minute, eyes alternating between being screwed shut and looking up at him for mercy from his grasp. You can hardly breathe in the position you’re in and your sight of him wavers as your vision swims. It finally gets to the point where you have to try and pull your head back to relieve the pressure gathering though, you’re only able to get so far before his grasp on you tightens. He finally opens your eyes and meets your desperate gaze.
Pulling you up off of his cock, Hiyori immediately sits you up to his level, completely out of breath from his orgasm.
His eyes are just as dazed as your own- you being out of it from the lack of oxygen and him being out of it from just how good you made him feel- but the smile on his face is a stark contrast to your mouth, it gaping slightly with his spend presented prettily on your tongue. His eyes gravitate to it and a certain sparkle enters them at the sight.
Before you know it, he’s pushing his fingers into your cum filled mouth, he prods at and scissors it as if preparing you again for his cock. Hiyori gives a sweet little smile before pushing his fingers as deep as he can reach, pushing down on your tongue. The expression on his face only gets more and more delighted every time you gag. It’s suffocating and hot- your body rejects every push he gives but your brain begs for more, more, more.
It is an agonizing, conflictingly pleasurable, minute before Hiyori finally retreats his hand from your mouth. You gasp and sputter for air, an inhale leaves you choking on a combination of his seed and your own spit.
“Hmm, Good boy.” Is the whisper that leaves his mouth while he wipes the tears of your face with his clean hand while his now dirtied one escapes to somewhere much lower.
Your hacking and coughing leaves liquid oozing from your lips. He quickly reaches up his hand again and fingers it back into your mouth. “Don’t swallow, hold it.”
Despite him being out of breath, his voice is crooning and sweet, such an intense contrast from the lingering stress on your lungs. When it finally feels like you’re gaining back control of your breathing, it’s once again stolen away by Hiyori. The sight of his face so close to your own is just as breathtaking as his lips on your own. The weight of the cum in your mouth gets lighter when he pushes his tongue into and sucks on your lips. It’s a shared essence- the combination of fluids from you both, spread into both of your mouths. A milky white ichor of heat and sin.
Lightheaded. His cock, his cum, his fingers, his mouth- everything comes in tandem to suffocate you. The ribbon around your wrist burns from all your movements. Burning from all your attempts to free them and push Hiyori away. But... that’s not what you truly want, is it? A quick, gasped out word would be all it takes for the man in front of you to back off. No, you’re not truly helpless, you’re too much of his whore to ever want this to stop.
Somewhere in the hazy, wispy waves in your head there stands one clear thought- Hiyori. Hiyori. Hiyori.
Through your brain is lagging behind the real world, the sound of Hiyori’s laughter rings as clear as a bell. The chimes echo in your brain. He brings his hands around your head- one at the back, the other on your throat. The smile he gives is almost sadistic when he pulls your head back by your nape and massages your neck with his hand.
The action is just like forcing a pill down an animal's throat. You choke and sputter, your body responding just as naturally to this touch as it does every other one. The substances slide down, slick but sticky, coating the inside of your throat. It’s only when you swallow down it all and gasp for breath that Hiyori lets go of your head.
He croons at you. You’re debauched face is erotic... spittle all over the lower section of your mouth made of a mix of fluids... tear tracks all down your cheeks from how much he’s gagged you... face red from the heat and lack of oxygen in you... can you blame him for wanting to escalate it any further?
He steals your breath away once again, placing his mouth over your own and engaging you in another heavy kiss. His hands wander all up and down your body, squeezing wherever where he feels softness and pinching wherever he feels a bone. His groping is just another one of many sensations you’ve received that night. You haven’t cum just yet- but with the way he’s going, you wouldn’t be surprised if he could make you do so without ever even properly touching you.
With a smirk, he pulls away, once again observing his work... And with a grin he begins to trail lower... one of his hands reaching between your legs... Already filthy with seed and spit...
“Hmm... seems like it’s time for me to return the favor, isn’t it?”
please hiyori just 10 minutes i beg of you i'll make it worth it
