kiki !!!

a/n : warning ;; bondage, recording, implied edging

* f/f relationship, reader is implied female.

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“hnngh, fuck, shoko, don’t look away… not right now, please…” you whined, the grind of your hips matching the rhythm of shoko’s fingers. “i just wanna see you, pretty girl, quit moving…” she mumbled, using her unoccupied hand to push down you deeper into the bed. “please, i need to see you… to come…” she froze. “what?”

–

“i said i was sorry ‘sho, mmh please.” you whined, ur hips lifting to meet the air. with each grind, your desperation for even the slightest bit of friction increased. with the blindfold shielding your eyes and the brief sensation of shoko’s touch every so often, everything you felt was only heightened by your need. “you don’t need to be sorry, honey,” she cooed, her voice teasing. “i’m only trying to help.”

after you admitted your “problem” to her, shoko quickly got to work, tying your arms to the headboard behind you and shielding your eyes with a blindfold. you hated it. as you squirmed and cried, she continued on effortlessly, treating you as if you were someone who needed to be cured rather than her needy girlfriend, as if it were easier to fix you than to allow you sight of her. you hear a shuffle, then a small chuckle as she peppered your thigh with kisses, getting closer and closer to where you needed her most.

“shoko?” your call out, breaking the silence. “yes, honey?” another whimper. “please kiss me there… too…”

another few moments pass before she plants a kiss on your clit before darting her tongue out, forcing another moan out of you. as much as you hated not being able to see, your eyes shut instinctively as she lapped at you. even with how well she took care of you, you couldn’t feel the unfamiliar build up of your climax nearing. it was torture. “torture?” she laughed, pulling you out of what you *thought* was your thoughts. “someone doesn’t appreciate my help.”

she dragged her tongue along your cunt once more before pulling off. “no! shoko please, i’m sorry i didn’t mean to —”

“relax, baby. i got you.” you could recognize the distinct sound of a recording start. even without seeing, you knew what she was doing. “shoko, what are you doing? don’t r—” she shushed you. “you worry too much.”

without warning, her tongue landed on you once more, her fingers brushing against your folds before penetrating you. compared to her teasing from before, you could tell she moved with the intent of helping you finish, perhaps for the first time that night. “sh-shoko,i’m gonna come...” your arms flexed against the restraints, your fingers curling into themselves. “then come.” you groaned, recognizing that familiar build-up in your stomach as your orgasm neared. it was as if she permitted your body—you to finally chase the release you needed.

—

“wanna see the video i took?” shoko asked. you were both cuddled up on her couch, with you in her arms. without waiting for an answer, she pulled out her gallery. there it was—a six minute video of…

you grabbed the phone. “shoko, it’s facing you!” she laughed. “i already sent it to you. for when you need to take care of yourself at home.”

but they have piercings…?

authors notes; mdni, this took sososo long snd tbh the quality is not the best but i hope you enjoy for my first attempt at this format!!

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sukuna — king’s crown

tags; king-taming, double penetrating, sukuna has a soft spot for his favorite concubine!!!!

“you seriously wish to take both of my cocks?” sukuna asked, sounding so surprised that you almost laughed. “no. you are far too tiny, you’d break.” as if proving a point, he placed a large hand on your hip. normally you’d ask him to consider the possibility that he was just big, but you were far too determined to let his distraction work on you. “i can take it. i know i can!” the whine in your voice didn’t prove your point any better, but with the way sukuna’s eyes darkened, you knew it had worked.

“lie down.”

—

as his concubine of many years, this, of course, was not your first time seeing him naked, but you couldn’t help but admired nonetheless. you reached out and brushed your fingers against the tip of one of his cocks, then to his piercing which sat just below. if you were anyone else, you’d never dare to indulge so greedily, but sukuna always seemed to prefer you.

this preference, to the shock of the other concubines and practically everyone who worked under him, was what made you so different from the others; in many ways. some looked up to you, while others speculated as to what you offered to make him favor you so much. and honestly, even if you were willing to provide the talkers with a reason, you wouldn’t be able to. you savored the attention and let yourself believe you truly were different. that you’d last, even if he made it impossible.

despite not looking at him directly, you could tell sukuna’s gaze never dropped down from your eyes, as if gauging your reaction. “greedy woman,” his deep voice disrupted the silence that’d filled the room just a moment ago. “touching your head of household as if he’s there purely to be analyzed by you?” 

anyone else would apologize in fear, but you stopped being afraid of sukuna a long time ago. after all, you’d seen all the sides of him, as did he to you. there was nothing between the two of you but a title and your fear of the end of the relationship you’d grown to depend on.

“never, sir.” a grunt of displeasure escaped him, as if the idea of you addressing him as his superior disgusted him. it was this that you clinged onto, those brief moments where he closed the hierarchy between the two of you. “i simply wanted to admire you, as it is not often i’m permitted to do so. but i am ready for you to take me now.” your arms found their way to his shoulders as if they had a mind of their own.

“i’ve given you too much power, woman. you’ve gotten cocky.” his harsh tone completely contradicted his actions. a hand sat on your hip, guiding you up and onto one of his cocks. “i said i wanted to take both.” you muttered. “that’ll come with time. enjoy what you are given, before i truly have to punish you.” you hesitated. honestly… punishment didn’t sound too bad.

—

“ah! my lord please…” you had no idea what you were begging for, only that he could provide it. you were far too focused on the way his cock rutted against the spot that made your brain foggy. if this continued, you might really go too far…

sukuna chuckled. “do you simply like the sound of your voice? you know not what you beg for, yet you still beg.” he ran what almost felt like a gentle hand through your hair, though even in this state you knew better.

there was nothing gentle about ryomen sukuna.

with every thrust, you could feel your finish growing nearer and nearer. “sukuna… please…” your lord’s name rolled off far too easily for someone ranked lower than him. but before you could apologize, he pushed your head towards him and kissed the side of your mouth, wringing another loud moan out of you. “do you still wish to take all of me?” you nodded in your haze. “then lift yourself.”

you did just as he said, sitting on your wobbly knees as he lined himself up against you. “now then. do it.” you stare up at him. “must i do everything myself? is it not you who serves me?” the amused edge in his tone almost makes you crack your own smile. “no, my lord. i can do it.”

with him circling you entrance, you could feel the cold, come-slicked piercing sliding across you. you shiver at the thought of having them both inside of you. without another thought, you push down, moaning as both of his tips pushed into you. you longed for the same feeling as before, for him to be inside of you. you wanted him to control you, to decide for you when you couldn’t.

“poor darling,” his voice broke you out of your brief trance. “must i help you with this too?” he shoved into you, pulling you in closely and hugging you tight as he took care of you.

it was everything you imagined.

“my lord, i’m unsure i—“

“don’t call me that. not anymore. call me sukuna, just as you did a moment ago.”

“but—“

“*must i repeat myself*?”

you hesitate. “sukuna… i think i’m approaching my limit…” he hummed. “i believe i am as well . what do you say we finish together, then?” you nod, hugging him tight as your orgasm washed over you, as did his.

the high was unlike any time the two of you shared before. “are you happy, woman?” he asked after catching his breath. “…hapoy, yes… but i’m not sure i am completely satiated.”

he laughed. “you’ll be the death of me.”

god, you could only hope.

end.

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toji — frenum

tags; toji had a soft spot for his pretty wife, teasing, dumbification, implied cock-warming

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“someone likes what they see.” toji grinned slyly, staring at you as you admired not just his cock, but his piercing. “toji. you really got it?” 

“you told me i should get one, what else was i supposed to do, ma? i’d do anything for my pretty wife.” he placed a hand on your ass, guiding you ontop of him as he rubbed gentle circles into your skin. “d’you like it?”

you said nothing, only wrapped your arms around his neck and stared at him for a moment. you liked it, of course you did, but… “i don’t want anyone else to see you like that.” you mumbled, embarrassed. toji’s hand froze before he burst into laughter. “that’s all? come on, i got this for you! trust me, the guy doin’ it wasn’t sexy at all. now you on the other hand…”

toji’s hand quickly found the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down in a slow, sensual movement. “toji…” his name sounded breathy in your mouth. “baby…” he mocked you with a laugh. “what’dya say we try my new piercing out?”

—

“toji- fuck,” you moan, your fingernails digging into his back. his hands squeezed your hips, holding you in place as he fucked you. “so fucking greedy; i already am fucking you, my love. here, you think you can do better?” 

he flipped the two of you, making it so that you sat on top of him. you got to work quickly, rolling your hips as he stared at you hungrily. “i can’t…” you moaned, lifting yourself before dropping back down. you wanted to feel it. you needed it. you simply couldn’t do it yourself.

toji knew you so much better than you knew yourself.

“d’ya need help?” he asked with that same mocking tone, the one you hated but loved all the same. “don’t worry, baby, toji will help you.” without sparing another thought, he resumed his thrusting, making sure to hit the spot he knew made you tremble. “can ya feel it? ‘thought we were test driving my new piercing, yet here you are just enjoying yourself.” you didn’t reply. you couldn’t. your mind was far too hazy. “hey,” he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. “you gonna ignore me too?”

“n—no, toji…” you whimpered. “i feel it, ngh, h—here…” you pointed somewhere on your body, not bothering to put any thought into what you were doing. you knew you must’ve been far off when toji laughed. “all the way over there? i don’t even think my dick reaches that high, my love.” another whine. 

“it’s okay, we’ll get you back in your right mind soon. you’re about to come anyway, aren’t you?” were you? as if his words flipped a switch within you, you felt the pressure begin to build-up in your core. how was it that he realized before you had? “it’s fine,” he cooed, “you can come now.”

your climax hit you as soon as he finished speaking, a line-up of filthy moans exiting you uncontrollably. even as you came, toji whispered a string of praise into your ear, even rubbing your back gently.

just as you began to come down from your high, he began to grind into you slowly. “toji, you’re not serious.” you groaned. “all you hafta do is sit there, baby. i’ll do all the work.”

end.

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nanami — magic cross

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tags: overstimulation, unexpected submission, slight exhibitionism kink

“...nanami. there’s no way.” you stared at your husband’s cock, and more importantly, his piercing.

you’d always wondered why despite being married for all these years, nanami seemed to shy away from intimacy. he told you he’d wanted to wait until marriage because he never wanted you to think he was using you for your body (even after you swore you’d never think that). now, however, things seemed to be adding up. “you got a piercing? you got a piercing?”

nanami sighed, covering his eyes with his hand. “...i got them when i was much younger. i was a fool. this was in college, so i was likely drunk… or high. something of the sort.” you shifted on your knees as you imagined this entirely new version of your husband. you’d never imagined that college stupidity could even effect nanami, the most up-tight person you’d ever met. for him to be so out of it to run off and get a piercing? “baby, is this why you were so shy all this time?” you chose to badger him with all your questions later, determined to not ruin the moment further. “i–i wasn’t embarrassed, per se, i just didn’t want you to see this side of me.”

“but i love this side of you.” you pouted, taking his cock into your hand. “i can’t believe you wanted to hide yourself from me.” you stroked him, watching as he fought to muffle his groans while attempting to explain at the same time. you complaints were the farthest thing from serious, of course. after all, you knew who you were marrying, while nanami wasn’t necessarily secretive, he didn’t like talking about the sides of himself he hated the most. ironically, that was the side of him you hated the most.

“no, my love, i simply– ah…” his moans only urged you further. despite you being inexperienced, you couldn’t help but want to experiment further. or, perhaps it was because you were inexperienced that exploring your husband seemed so appetizing. you simply couldn’t get over the way his hips grinded into your hand almost involuntarily, only for him to mutter out a weak apology only moments later.

 if only his co-workers could see you like this. or maybe even your shared friends…

the thought only crossed your mind for a second, yet you latched onto it so hungrily. you almost wanted to show him off, to have other people see how you could make such a big man buck with nothing but desire. how you could embarrass him with just a word.

…of course, you could never tell him that. “does it feel good, baby?” he quickly nodded, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. you leaned forward, planting your tongue onto his leaky tip. “my—my love, please, nngh…” nanami whimpered, making you freeze. “...did you just whimper?” you asked. 

“ffuck, hnngh, baby please don’t… ugh…” nanami shook and mumbled another apology before coming. 

you couldn’t look away. you’d never seen nanami make such a face. he was a man who refused to let any sort of emotion show on his face, yet for you… he showed you every bit of pleasure he felt. you wanted this moment to continue on for ever. no, even more than that, you needed to see it again.

“my…love?” your thumb rubbed against his tip, successfully breaking him out of his haze. “you can handle one more orgasm, can’t you, my love?’ you asked. for a moment, he looked nervous. “but… i just…”

“i know, baby, but i just want to see you one more time, okay?”

his hips lifted uncomfortably. it was clear he was feeling the effects of the touch that had brought him so much pleasure just a moment ago, but even more than that, a certain type of pain he hadn’t experienced before. “wait, i–” you cut him off with a shush. 

“you can handle it, my love. i know you can.’

end.

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ino takuma — apadravya

tags; riding, slight begging, implied overstim

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“are—are you disappointed, my love?” ino asked anxiously. “i should’ve told you earlier, i know i… nngh…” your boyfriend palmed himself, his thumb finding its way to his flushed tip so easily it seemed practiced. for someone so scared of disappointing you, his cock didn’t seem to be deterred in the slightest. 

“i’m not disappointed at all, ino.” you trailed your fingers down his neck and to his shoulders, pushing him down onto the bed under both of you. “move your hands.”

ino lifted his hands hesitantly, letting you wrap your arms around him. “ah!– ah, fuck, baby…” his hips lifted with each downward stroke, his desperation for your touch showing on every aspect of him. it was in his voice, his body, on his beautiful face. “does it feel good?” you made your way down, your body bending as you went lower and lower… you caught just a glimpse of his nod as you laid your tongue flat on his tip.

you ran your tongue over the metal, memorizing the feel of his piercing intensely. “*fffuck,” he groaned, “baby, please…” you lifted yourself off of him… after all, how could you know what he was begging for if he didn’t use his words? “what do you want me to do, ino?” you drew circles into his lower-abdomen. 

he didn’t look at you, much less speak. “you’re not even gonna talk to me?” you teased, scooting closer. “look at me, baby. i’ll only help you if you do.” he sniffed and glanced up at you. “you’re… so mean…” a pause. “my dick… please let me—can we…” he moaned. you considered letting him stumble over his words for a bit longer, but you couldn't be cruel. not when he looked so sweet. “it’s okay. i’ll help you.” 

you sat on your knees and positioned yourself to hover above his cock before sitting on it carefully. at this point, ino’s hands had found your hips, leaving his mouth completely uncovered. he clearly took advantage of this, as with every slight move you made, the noises that escaped him only grew louder and more profound. “does it feel good, honey?” you cooed, your breath hitching as you slid up and down. every time his dick went further into you, his piercing seemed to scrape that perfect spot, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. 

“yes, it does…” his fingers dug into your skin. “does it feel good for you too?..” how timid he sounded sent another shock through you, causing you to moan. “yes, ino, it feels good. ah… please…” without sparing another moment, he flipped the two of you over, causing you to cry out. “i’m sorry, my love, but I really want to…” with each deep thrust, you could feel your climax building. “ino, i’m going to come if you—!” he smiled. “go ahead. you can come.”

your orgasm hit you immediately after he permitted it, as if your body was under his control rather than yours. even after being reduced to nothing but a twitch-y mess, he only slowed, never stopped. “ino…?”

“i’m sorry, but…” a shaky breath. “i haven’t come yet.” 

end.

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choso — dyode

tags; submissive male, dry humping, degradation, ruined orgasm, mommy kink, begging

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“mm, please don’t touch… it’s sensitive… nngh…” choso whimpered as you trailed your fingers along his cock. “i’m sorry, baby, it’s just… i can’t believe you really did this for me.” when choso rushed out of the house this morning, a number of things crossed your mind, but never… this.

“i don’t know, it’s supposed to… increase stimulation and stuff, so… did you wanna…?

“cho, i can barely breathe on you without you flinching. when did the person who did the piercing say you could have intercourse?”

“a—a few days, but i don’t know if i can—“

“baby, it’ll only be a few days…”

—

despite choso’s stubborn objections, you were determined to let the piercing heal somewhat. in only two days, he’d resorted to rutting against anything that would provide enough friction. you caught him grinding against the bed, the edge of one of your counters… but now he’d resorted to your leg.

“choso, i’m trying to make food, please get off the floor.” your voice remained firm, but not angry. you couldn’t be upset with him. after all, you knew how needy he could get.

“i’m sososo sorry—ugh, please… i need it…” a pause. “please mommy?” he whimpered your pet name so pathetically that any willpower you had dissolved immediately. “fine. you can use my leg.” you turned away, hiding the blush in your cheeks. “thank you—! thankyouthankyou, oh my god,” he continued to rut against you as you stirred the pot, though he didn’t seem to be chasing any sort of high despite seeming so desperate just a few minutes ago.

“cho, i thought you wanted to come.”

“i do! i do, but i… i don’t think i can…” he moaned with another slow, deliberate grind. “i need… more… i want to be i—inside you, mommy …”

you tsk and pull your leg away, causing him to whine. choso looked so pitiful sitting there on his knees, his cock leaky and stiff. “you’re so fucking spoiled. i let you use me and all you do is ask for more?” you grab his chin, forcing him to look at you. “fucking look at you. you’ve gotten too used to the real thing, huh? fucking slut.” choso cuts you off with a near-pornographic moan, his hips jumping up as he comes. 

you stared at him as he whined about his ruined orgasm, his hands sitting at his sides the entire time. did he really prefer to come like this than to just touch himself?

“mmh, s—sorry… i didn’t mean to interrupt… call me a slut again, please i—nngh…”

this was gonna be a long few days.

full stop.

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notes; a short one today guys but i really wanted to write choso SO i wrote choso!!!! please enjoy

“i’m soso sorry, mommy. i—i won’t do it… again…” choso’s mumbled apologies quickly prove to be lies as his hips fly up to grind against your hand once more. you click your teeth once, causing him to let out a broken sob as he sinks down into the bed. “sorry… sorry, don’t be mad… i need it…” his eyes remained glazed over, his gaze focused on nothing in particular. you reach out and grab the back of his neck and force him to look at you.

you withdraw your other free hand and grip into his chin. “are you that desperate for it, cho? i stopped working just to take care of you and you can’t even be good for me.” his brief ability to form a sentence ceases entirely, leaving him a twitch-y, moaning mess. “ah— my c-… p-please…”

for the past hour, while you attempted to catch up on work, choso acted as your shadow, following you around. at first, it was harmless. perhaps a little distracting but nothing more than that. but around forty-five minutes in, the touching started. pawing at himself through his pants right next to you, his small moans filling the room. then he was touching you. your neck, your thigh, anywhere he could reach. once the pleasing started, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“mommy… nngh…” he’d finally gotten a full word out. “yes, baby?” you responded, earning a loud moan. “i’m so sorry… i’ll be even better, i promise… i’ll let you tie me up, so…”

“so?”

“please touch me…”

— ; tags: megumi is aged-up in this fic.

jealousy, slight exhibitionism, yearning, i kind of don’t know how to tag this… this is kind of the gist, domination, BRAT TAMING!!!!

Megumi simply couldn’t take his eyes off you.

The two of you had been on opposite sides of the room for what seemed like forever now. Every time he trudged towards someone else called your name and pulled you away from him.

It was starting to piss him off.

How could you expect him to abide by your “rule” when you floated around the room in the dress that he chose, talking to idiot frat guys you knew he hated. With every rotation, he could hear the disgusting remarks they made about your body, how perfect your ass looked in that tight dress. He wanted nothing more than to go up to them, to punch them for talking about your ass, no, his ass.

He finally sat on the couch, giving clipped responses to whoever the hell he was talking to. He couldn’t help but watch your every move and seethe at how oblivious you were. Couldn’t you feel how needy he was, even from across the room? He wanted to leave, but even more than that, he wanted you. He didn’t care if that meant he had to take you in the middle of a party where everyone could see. Fuck, the only thing stopping him was how much those horny idiots would love to see him tear your clothes off. And even more, you’d hate him for it. Although hating him wouldn’t be too different from how you normally act.

After an hour and a half of torture, Megumi simply couldn’t take it anymore. Chugging the last of whatever he had in his cup, he stood up and stomped towards you, hardly giving you any time to walk away again. “Need to see you.” He mumbled angrily, earning the gaze of a few surrounding party-goers. You chuckled nervously. “Uh, I’m having fun right now. Can’t it wait?” The undertone in your words was obvious, but he wasn’t having it this time. He let you play your games; now it was his turn. “Won’t be long.” He took your wrist into his right hand and dragged you to another room, a bathroom.

“Megumi, what are you doing?” You pulled your hand away and rubbed at the area he’d grabbed. “We agreed that we wouldn’t talk like this in public.” He just laughed, though it held little humor. “You’re fucking mad at me? You think you can just make up a rule so you can twirl your ass around all night? You know how many people were fuckin’ looking at you?” Knowing flashed across your face, then a trace of teasing. “It’s not my fault that people want to look at me. Did you drag me in here just to yell at me? You’re so fucking jealous and we’re not even dating.”

God, Megumi was fuming. “You’re such a brat.” He spat, getting closer and closer until you were pushed against the bathroom door. “Do you think it’s funny? Messing with me like this?”

You’d rejected Megumi multiple times, stating that you only wanted a casual relationship, while he was desperate to make it official, even accidentally asking during sex a few times. He was sick of letting you play him like this, reducing him to nothing but a beggar. How was it possible that even when you fell apart on his cock, you still had him on that leash?

“I’m not messing with you. I’ve been clear about where we stand from the start, yet you’re still acting like this. Staring at me at a party, dragging me here in front of all my friends… ‘Gumi, are you really so desperate that you’d settle for less than what you want for me?” You ended your sentence with an innocent flutter of your eyelashes. So you thought he was desperate? He’d show you how desperate he could get.

—

“We’re in a bathroom, Megumi! Stop!” Your words came out muffled with your cheek pressed against the hard door, leaving you with nothing else to do but swat at the hands that groped you under your dress. “You really want me to stop? Tell me to stop and I will.” For once, you said nothing.

Megumi shoved down your underwear and lifted your dress, plunging two fingers into your cunt. “So good, so wet. I thought you hated this. I thought you didn’t want to do it in the bathroom. You don’t want me, right? So push me away. Go ahead.” Nothing but filthy moans left your mouth, your hips lifting as if asking him to give you more. “What are you grinding into me for? You’re supposed to be pushing me away, remember?”

“Don’t be so damn cocky… You know how men are right… right outside? I could ask any one of them to just—” A moan broke your sentence, causing Megumi to laugh. “You can barely talk, and you’re talking about other dudes. As if any of them could get you off the same way I do. Do you think any of those guys can do it as I can? Do you think they have the piercings I have? You like those, right?” He unbuckled his black studded belt as best he could with one hand still inside of you, successfully pulling down his pants after a few tries.

“Tell me you need me, or get nothing.” He stated simply, yet there was something so cocky about his even tone that you hated. “Stop joking. I don’t need you, so just…” Megumi began to pull his fingers out. “Stop! What are you doing? You know I–I…”

He pushed his tongue into his cheek as he stroked himself, staring at the sight in front of him longingly, not that you needed to know that.“I don’t know anything. You said you didn’t need me, so.” Your knees buckled upon the loss of your nearing orgasm, leaving you feeling empty. So fucking empty. “Megumi…” You whimpered. “I need it, so… Please…” You didn’t look up from the door. “What do you need?” He asked. “You. Your cock…”

Megumi slammed into you with a newfound urgency, fucking you just as you asked for. “Good girl. That’s all you had to say.” He continued to whisper soft praises in your ear, and you continued to moan into his.

“I’m getting close, ‘Gumi.” You mewled. “I wanna hold you…” Wasting no time. He spun you around, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck just as you released. “I know, baby…” He mumbled, nipping at your ear as you caught your breath.

“D’you think you’ll find any other boyfriend who’d fuck you this good?”

notes ; my beloved moot requested this one so i of course had to do it BUT it was so much fun to complete and i really enjoyed it so i hope you do too!!!!

— ; tags: mentions of catholicism, nanami is literally a priest, mutual masturbation, slight begging, guilt

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“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

Nanami brushed his knuckles against the cold wood he sat on, looking up to the sky in anticipation as he always did. He never got tired of his profession, no. He’d heard the confessions of many over the years; some voices familiar, while others new. What he loved, though, was to hear that rasp, the darkness in one's voice as they spoke of their regrets in true sorrow that told him all he needed to know. It allowed true forgiveness. There were some disgusting crimes, sure, but the space of whom he served bound him to silence.

So, he sat in the familiar wooden booth and waited, though he hardly had to sit still long before the first came in. Thirty minutes had passed with only two visitors; one whose voice sounded familiar to a woman he knew closely, as she was a prominent member of his church. She spoke of neglecting prayer and apologized, her voice solemn but passionate nonetheless. Then, the next, a male who spoke of impurity. He hadn’t known who it was, but he was sure he’d recognized the voice from past sessions… Either way, the two were forgiven and henceforth free from their sins.

Nanami relaxed, alone once more. As much as he’d never claim to find interest in the actual confessions, he had to admit having no one to keep him company was… boring. It wouldn’t be long until time was up anyway, so there was no point in complaining. He’d let his own mind pass the time; perhaps he could…

“Father?”

His eyes opened with a start. “Yes, child.” You squirm behind the screen, bringing your hand to it as if doubting that it’d truly protect your identity. You’d been completely against the idea for the longest, the idea of sharing your innermost thoughts with someone so pristine seemed impossible until you watched his most recent sermon. It was only then that you truly began to think. So many people used confessions to cleanse themselves; why couldn’t you do the same?

You know why, but you wanted to believe, even for just an afternoon, that you could do this and be fixed. You wanted to be pure again. “B-Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.” Silence. “Sorry, I’m not sure how I should…”

Nanami was sure he’d never heard your voice before. An unfamiliar face, how pleasant. She was a girl, quite soft-toned, and clearly nervous. “Tell me whatever is on your mind.”

“I don’t know if I can tell you. They’re filthy thoughts, they are… I want to be rid of them, Father, so please.” You pleaded. “Sweet girl, you understand that your control over these thoughts is out of my control. Do you wish to continue?”

“...Yes.”

“Whenever you're ready.”

But you have no idea where to start. Even fully anonymous, the idea of telling the person you’ve been thinking about late at night that you’ve been thinking about him? Just how far into detail could you go? For a minute, you consider claiming it was an entirely different man, but you couldn’t lie. No, you had already gotten this far, so…

“Father, I think of you so often.” Your voice remained low and quiet, though it seemed to fill the space perfectly. He said nothing, so you continue. “After only a few weeks of watching you preach, I’ve begun to wonder what other aspects of yourself you bring into your daily life, if you’d like what I like, if you eat the same foods as I eat. I’m… infatuated. And even worse, late at night, the thoughts get even worse. It’s…”

You finally stop talking and wait for Nanami to speak, but he couldn’t. He thought he’d heard all that’d come from their tiny church, but never had he had someone confess to him in such a setting. There were always the comments about how handsome he was, but he never considered them seriously. He was a lonely man, and a busy one at that.

There was still something so intriguing, though… The thought was putrid. He needed to do as he always did and not get so hung up on you. “You’re searching for forgiveness, yes?” He asked. “I don’t know what I’m searching for.” You answered honestly. “I want to get rid of these improper thoughts, but even more than that, I don’t know if this will get rid of them. It’s as if they haunt me, lingering in my mind to serve as a reminder that my impurities loom over me at all times. I understand. I know that there’s really nothing you can do, but I was hoping… Well, I don’t know what I was hoping for.” Your laugh held no humor.

Nanami considered what you’d said and weighed your words against his thoughts. You must’ve been special for him to struggle against temptation like this. Perhaps he could write it off as something completely different, though. Perhaps he could help you both… He was a lonely man, after all.

“Tell me more about these thoughts.”

“Father! No- I couldn’t possibly describe those things. That’s not what you meant, is it?”

“I want to hear them.”

You stare daggers into the screen separating the two of you. Did he have no regard for your feelings? Asking for details about something you despise so… Yet it didn’t seem so impossible anymore.

“...Bedroom thoughts. Many of them. In attire outside of what I normally see you in, saying words you’ve never said before. I imagine you as a dirty man outside of what you do. I change who you are in just a single thought, and dirty your name with selfish pleasures.” Your voice stood firmer than the last time. “Is that all you do? Think of me?” Your heart drops at Nanami’s question. Just what was he implying? “What else would I do?” You ask. “Relieve yourself.”

“That’s completely out of question. The thoughts are bad enough, but to commit such an atrocity at the thought of you? No, I couldn’t.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” His voice lacked its usual warmth. “What have you been doing all this time? How do you find release?” You didn’t. You didn’t do anything besides distract yourself and ignore the burning you felt. “Oh.” You instinctively look through the screen once more. “Nothing, then? Sweet girl.” But you hadn’t even said anything. “Relieving yourself may fix the problem. Shall we try?”

You don’t reply, not immediately. You wonder if you heard wrong, then you consider it to be some sort of trap. Anything but what he’d said. “...What are you asking me to do? To… To touch myself? Right here?” A hum of affirmation. “...I don’t even know how.

“I’ll teach you. This is what you wanted. To see this side of me, to fulfill your selfish desires. So let’s solve this issue, right here.”

…

“... Nanami, ugh, I have no idea what I’m.. d-doing.” It feels like you’re rubbing yourself in all the wrong places. You’re inexperienced and clumsy, but still so eager to follow his instructions closely. “You’re going to have to do this yourself. I can’t help you. Maybe we should try penetration.” You shake your head as if he can see you. “I can’t… I can’t…”

“You can. You will. Let’s try one finger, and watch as the next follows.” Before you know it, a finger slips past your folds. You feel… something, but it’s nothing like what you imagine he’d feel like. A moan escapes with this thought. “Oh? Does it feel good?” A shake of your head. “No, it’s just… Full.”

Nanami listens to you intently, his gaze fixed on where he imagines you sitting with a calculated look. Perhaps it truly was just curiosity. He felt more like a teacher than anything… “Another finger, then. Have you tried rubbing yourself yet?”

“No…” Your middle finger joins your index, and you try rubbing yourself, only to be met with little sensation; that is, until you massage a spot that makes you jolt. “Ah! Nanami!” He perks up. “You feel it?”

“Yes, ah! Please, more…”

“So good. Keep going, okay? Right there.”

“Can I… Can I touch my… chest?”

Nanami snickered. Where had you learned such a thing? He wanted to know more, if you’d experimented with your erogenous zones, or perhaps read somewhere that it’d feel good. But most of all, he wanted to know what you were asking for permission. “Touch yourself wherever you’d like, love. Go ahead.”

He glanced down at himself through his robe, humming as he touched himself lightly through them. He couldn’t help it anymore.

“Nanami, I think it’s… Nngh, what is this?”

“Are you gonna come, sweet girl?”

“Am I? I feel like I… Oh, Nanami…” Nanami pressed his ear to the wood, listening to the pretty sounds that flowed out of your mouth and what he could only assume was you sliding against the bench. He continued to stroke yourself as you came, imagining you, picturing different versions of you, and wondering which one was closest.

“Nanami…”

“What do you say we remove this screen?”

notes; HEY idk how tumblr is gonna feel about this one so we’re really gonna see buttttnf i really enjoyed writing this i got it done in a few hours !!! enjoy

— ; tags: voyeurism (no ones caught), slight edging, submissive choso, mommy kink, teasing, a LOT of whimpering the amount of ellipses used are actually insane

“You wanted to try this, didn’t you? Are you having fun being embarrassed like this in public? God, you’re shivering. Everyone can tell, you know.” You tease emo!choso, watching as he writhed with the vibration. You held the tiny remote in your hands, hiding it in the fold of your sleeve as if it mattered. Was it just because you knew what was happening, or was it so excruciatingly obvious that Choso was pleasuring himself in public?

He’d come to you earlier, looking all shy as he did whenever he wanted something. “Please… Just once…” He held up a box, a vibrator specifically. You sigh, crossing your arms. It was amazing how he managed to look and sound so timid despite his actual features. The way his shaggy hair framed his piercing-covered face and tattoos ran along his body… If you didn’t know he was such a big softie, you might’ve been afraid. “What are you asking for, Cho? You want to be tied up? Is that it?” You find yourself leaning forward, your foot touching your kneeling boyfriend’s cock. “Nngh.. No, not that… Not right now…” He whimpered.

“I want to go outside… with this on…” He said. You freeze. “What are you saying? Tell me properly.” No response. You reach down and grab onto his hair, forcing him to look at you. “Ah! Ah – I want… I want you to control it. I want you—I want you to tie it around my cock and embarrass me in… public….”

So you listened to his pleas, you did exactly as he asked. Only…

“Please, ‘M gonna fucking come, please…” Choso’s hips jerked. God, he was so out of it. Did he even know who he was talking to anymore? Obviously, he’d forgotten where they were. If they weren’t in a secluded area… They’d be done for.

“You’re not gonna come, I didn’t tell you you could.” For a moment, you consider increasing the vibration speed before deciding against it. He was just fine like this. Besides, you couldn’t let him get off so easily, could you? “Cho, I’m so lonely…” You purr, leaning forward in your seat. “Come sit next to me.”

“I can’t, Mommy… I can’t move, please.”

“Do you need me to turn it off?”

“No! No, so close… Wait…”

For what felt like the first time, Choso glanced around him as if actually worried that they’d be caught. As if it weren’t too late to be worried.

He stood, actually stood, and waddled over before sitting down, another whimper escaping his mouth as he melted into the seat. “Does it feel that good? You don’t want me touch you anymore?” You whisper into Choso’s ear and place a gentle hand on his thigh. “Is it better than when I touch you?”

“N–No! Don’t, ngh, don’t say that. I want it…” His tongue flicks out to touch your cheek for just a moment. “I want you to touch me.”

A chuckle escapes you. God, you had him exactly where you wanted. You loved it. “Are you begging?”

“Yes…” Choso laces his fingers in between yours and guides you down, lower and lower, until you feel the outline of the toy around his head, and the soft vibration that ran through his cock. He ground into the back of your hand, moaning at even the slightest bit of friction. “What is it you called me earlier? Mommy? Say it again for me.” You begin to unbutton his pants and pull down his zipper, though you moved so painstakingly slow that even you were annoyed. “Don’t tease… Mommy…”

With your hand now wrapped around his cock, he seemed to forget all about controlling his volume, his loud groans bouncing around the quiet area. “It feels… No, turn it off before you… Nngh, I’m gonna come if you!...” You lift your hand immediately. “Mommy, touch me.” He begged so naturally. “I thought you weren’t going to tease…” You laugh. “I never said I wasn’t going to tease, you just asked me to. Do you command me, Choso?”

“So–Sorry… No, I didn’t mean it…”

You kiss his jaw. “I’ll forgive you this time, okay? Let’s finish so we can go home. Do you want that, Choso? Do you want me?” Another filthy moan. “I want you… Let me finish so we can go.”

Without another word, your hand returns to his cock, tapping against the vibrator every time you touch his tip, making him shiver just a bit harder. His left hand gripped your sleeve, as if he’d anchored himself onto you. “Please… Please, so close… I’m so…– fuck, I’m gonna… I’m coming…”

This time, you don’t stop, allowing Choso to release and ride out his high. You give him these few moments of calm before saying:

“Do you think you can keep this on until we get home?”

notes; thank you for checking out whatever this is i wrote this at three in the morning AND didn’t proofread so if it sucks it sucks idk! im obsessed with emo choso and choso in general so i wanted to switch it up and make so cho contenttt

–; tags: failed NNN, implied overstim, edging, kissing, begging, coming with no hands

“there’s nothing there, pretty boy. keep your hips down.” robert cooed, softly pushing waterboy back onto the bedding. “n-need it…” robert ignored waterboy’s mewling, instead choosing to focus solely on the scene infront of him.

it was rare, to see waterboy splayed out so carelessly. it was different, compared to his normally anxious persona. it was nice to see him stutter for another reason.

“please, just once… just this time… we can- we can hide it from flambae…” he pleaded. “lying isn’t very hero like, is it? you made a promise.” robert soothed, lifting hand from waterboy’s leaky cock to his face. “you wanted me to touch you. i told said you couldn’t handle it, remember?” a pause. “don’t come.”

waterboy bucked defiantly, his face twisting into a pout. “are you trying to seduce me, baby?’ he laughed. “here then.”

his hands returned to his cock, circling his tip in attempt to tease him further. instead, he was met with more pre-cum. “there can’t be anything left in you.” robert laughed. “robert—“ waterboy gasped. “kiss me.”

robert’s surprise clouded his mind, the force of such a feeble demand making him unable to even think about denying him further. sitting on his knees, robert wrapped his arms around waterboy’s neck, taking the moment to do nothing but savor the taste and feel of the man under him.

waterboy groaned, breaking off the kiss too fast, too quickly. he wanted more. “ah! ah, s-sorry, robert… i’m so sorry…” he whimpered. “coming…”

“coming?” robert repeated. “i couldn’t… s-stop.” robert glanced down and back up. “oh, baby.” he pressed a hand to waterboy’s cheek.

“did it feel good?” a gentle nod. “good. i hope you can keep going, then. we’re not stopping.” robert palmed him once more, quieting his his and sudden objection.

notes; thank you NNN for giving me this inspo but sorry its short asf 💔

–; tags: voyeurism, public masturbation, mutual masturbation

robert’s legs buckled under him as things grew more clear. he felt sick in the moment, his head swarming with self-deprecating thoughts as he realized he just couldn’t bring himself to walk away. the two of them had to have been breaking every workplace safety rule in the book, even if they currently pretended to be oblivious in their own way. but when he heard the slight whisper of his own name followed by the lewd squelching of someone who needed to be touched so desperately that they couldn’t even wait until they got home, all guilty thoughts quickly left his mind and allowed different ones take their place, ones no one should have in a situation like this.