His painted nails scrape along your sides, goosebumps trailing after them. The chipped purple a stark contrast to the smooth expanse of your waist. Each drag burning with want as he trails sloppy kisses lower and lower and lower…
“Sukuna..nnhg,” you lift your head, eyes glazed and cheeks heated pink. He hardens his gaze through furrowed brow as you card your fingers through his tousled pink hair.
“Baby.. so good for me.. so good for me..” Sukuna says softy, sitting up on his knees as he languidly takes his shirt off. You inhale sharply as you eye his tattoos that trail down rippling muscle. You only get a moment to admire his body before he’s bending back to place his lips back on your body. As he’s making his way impatiently down past your bare hips to the softness of your thighs, he encourages you to take your shirt off with wandering hands.
“Shit baby,” he whispers against your thigh, “want you so bad..nnh” You feel him rut against the thick framed bed, the soft white sheets drawing up next to your head as you dig your head into the fabric.
“Fuck Sukuna,” you whine as he begins to fondle your tits, “Want you in me..” And as if a switch had flipped in him, he flashes a bright white smirk and before you even know what’s going on, he has you face down, ass up on the bed.
“Shiiiit, look at you, huh? Bet you’d beg if I asked, huh?” He leans down to whisper roughly into the shell of your ear, “Beg for me Y/N. Beg for me to fuck you.”
You feel the previously gentle hands now grip your ass with vigor, groping the plush skin. Each bruising grasp has heat pooling in your stomach, your cunt burning with want. If he wants you to beg, then beg you shall.
“Please Sukuna, want you so bad please, fuuck please, need you ins-” before you could even get super into it, he prods a probing finger into your heat. The sudden pressure has you whining involuntarily, embarrassingly. Each thrust in and out has you making small gasps. Suddenly, again, he adds two more fingers. The sudden extra pressure punches a moan out of you, partially muffled by the sheets you are burying your face into.
“Let me hear you baby.. Love your noises..Turn me on” He scissors his fingers, prodding around searching for your sweet spot.
You practically keen as he thrusts his fingers in and out, in and out. But there was still something…missing..
“Fuck Sukuna, nnghg! Need you- hahh! In me!” And abruptly he pulls his fingers out and leans forward, pressing his chest to your back, his hot breath sending shivers down your body.
“You think you’re ready?” His low voice burning itself into your brain as you flick your eyes to the side to look at his face. His tattoos, sharp along his jaw and nose, drip with perspiration. Sharp, aroused eyes pierce yours as you realize he was actually awaiting an answer.
“Fuck yes Sukuna I’m ready pleasee fuck me, please.” Your brow furrows as you realize hes not moving to take his dick out of his sinfully tight boxers. You wiggle your ass a little and can feel the painfully hard arousal in his pants. I didn’t even get to cum yet?? What was he doing?
“Sukuna what-“ you begin to question him before a hand goes to your mouth and twists your face to look at his own. An evil smirk plays on his lips, eyes glittering with a sadistic light.
“I’ve actually decided your begging wasn’t sufficient. So I’m not going to fuck you.” You only can look at him in disbelief. This guy is fucking nuts!?
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A/n: Heyy, im back!! I hope you enjoyed, I originally planned on this just being a short little thing and got lwk carried away so I didnt get to all I wanted in one part so I thought, why not do two parts?? So here we are lol. Stayed tuned for pt 2!!
I also have no idea who made the art I found on Pinterest, so if anyone knows pls lmk 🙏🙏
☆A/N: lmao remember how i said a BREAK from angst? here you go. more angst. don't throw tomatoes at my face please lolol- ALSO i vanished because I was veery tired for some reason. no matter how much i slept it never felt like enough. odd stuff.
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Toji felt barely anything aside from pure pain.
He'd been sent out on a mission, as one would, and he was practically on a death wish. Trying to kill one of the strongest sorceres, he was practically already dead.
Still, he managed to get the job done — with one nasty gash across his chest, leaking out blood through his fingers. He ran as much as he could once it was done, settling to sit out by an alleyway. Those were the only places he was certain to be safe in. No one could find him. No one could see him.
He didn't need to be seen in these conditions.
So he lay there, clutching at his chest, watching blood seep from behind his hand. Gathering his dignity, only to give up on it as he desperately dials Shiu.
"Hello?"
"Shiu. Hi. I need help, man, please." Toji stammers, letting out a shaky breath. "H-how 'bout you come get me? I'll.. I'll send my location."
He sniffles, for the first time feeling true fear. Then, a soft sob. "Please, man, don't let me die here."
It's not like what's on his mind is you. How you look at him like he's worth living. How you gave him that fucking box of sweets, and he barely ate any.
Maybe he should've, instead of worrying about how his body would look like.
Would those just rot in his shelf now?
"Please, Shiu, come get me, man. I need to get home to someone—"
"I'm on my way, yeah?" The other man mutters, tugging on his clothes in a rush and grabbing his car keys. "Tell me 'bout this someone. Stay awake."
Toji smiles. Stares at where the sun slowly starts to rise. "Mmm… she's sweet. Got the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen. They have me hooked, man. It's like… It's like whenever she looks at me, my whole soul lights up, y'know?"
Shiu hums, following where the map shows him the man's location. "Yeah? She treat you well?"
His eyes start to go blurry, tongue numb in his mouth. "Yea…"
"Toji, talk. You feelin' well?" The other demands, heart hammering. "I'm three minutes away. You can stay awake, can't ya?"
"I can…" He slurs, eyes fluttering.
"Right. Uhm. Hum a song, then, if speaking is too hard."
"Oh… uhm…"
Only then, does a soft hum reach Shiu's ears. Something soft, sligthly depressing. Something… something recognizeable — Radiohead.
"Heh… Radiohead, Zen'in? Really?"
"Shuddup…" Toji mumbles, smiling weakly. "It's… a good song."
I don't care if it hurts.
Shiu jumps out of the car, eyes darting around. Heart nearly jumping out of his chest as he begins to run.
I wanna have control.
"Toji, I need you to stand up. Can you?"
I want a perfect body,
"Can't." He breathes, though he manages to drag the weight of his body just enough for his hair to be peeking out of the corner.
I want a perfect soul.
And yet, his friend manages to find him. Now laying on the floor, face pale, lips purple. With a grunt, he lifts the other into his arms. Stumbling to the car. Driving through every red light to reach the hospital.
Only for Toji to wake up in a hospital bed. Weak as ever. Shit strapped to his arms, medicine being pumped in with every two hours. To avoid infections, as described by the nurse.
His head hurts.
"Shiu..?" He slurs, eyes lazily drifting around the room to land on where the man stares, eyes reddened and cheeks slightly pink. "Heh…. hehe…. you weren't cryin', were ya?"
"Shut the hell up." The other smiles, fresh tears now tracing his cheeks. He stands, walking over. Hugging him softly. "You scared the shit out of me."
★CW: BLASPHEMY, religious language, Priest!Choso, hints at an Incubus!Reader, "The priest is freaky" - asher
★wc: 811
Priest!Choso, who'd found his way into religion. It was nice, to know that someone above would care for him, and he'd help out others. It became his comfort, his way to find some peace of mind that, maybe, once he was six feet under, he'd have a chance of seeing his brothers again.
Priest!Choso, who was so proud to be going the right path. Showing people the truth, one wafer dipped in wine at a time. Sitting daily within the confessional, hours upon hours of praying for his lambs, crying his eyes out by himself at the altar, making sure his fellow believers didn't need to bear the weight of their sins.
Priest!Choso, who was perfect.
Until you came around.
Those dark clothes, crosses all across your outfit, some turned upside down — it made him clutch his pearls, soul weighing down, desperate to call you forth for a prayer. Those eyes, searching for someone around the crowd of worshippers as they come forward to get ash spread on their foreheads.
Shit, the second your eyes meet, he can't look away. Stuck to you, to how you slowly step forward. How you smile, and his instincts fire up.
"That's a demon!" He pants, taking a step back. The elderly around gasp, but also make their distance from you. "May The Father give me power to get rid of Satan stuck behind you, witch!"
You scoff, taking yet another step forward. Choso blindly reached behind him, grabbing a cross, shoving it in your face.
Instead of pulling back, as a demon should, your fingers, so cold and soft, wrap around his fist. Forcing his arm upwards as you take another step forward. Noses nearly touching.
"Who are you, to speak in the name of God?" You say, loud. He feels sweat run down his temple, heat flooding his cheeks when you step back. "Guess I won't be blessed by anyone here, then. God be with you, or whatever."
…
Whatever that was, it made something within the priest shift.
His sermons had certainly dropped in quality, mind drifting from holiness to how close you were to him.
Him growing more and more bored by confessions, always trying to see if you'd show up again.
And, worst of all, he'd been… tempted. Late nights in his bed, his hand slowly tracing his stomach, enjoying the goosebumps the soft touch brings him.
He hadn't masturbated since he started at the seminary, and he had barely gotten any cravings, too devoted to the heavens. But he can feel himself grow hard, his eyes drifting shut. All he can think of is you.
"Hah, what a perv!" You laugh, and his eyes snap open. Wide. Stuck to you, in a shorter outfit than before, tits pushed out for his viewing pleasure— God, forgive me for I am just a sinner.
And yet, you still climb onto his lap. Tracing his jaw as he breathes out softly. "Shit… you're so pretty." He breathes, eyes flickering to your lips. Licking his own, teeth digging into the soft, pink skin.
"Oh?" You coo, tugging slightly on the back of his hair. His eyes flutter shut, a soft moan slipping from his lips. "You want to taste me, Choso? Wanna fuck me?" He nods, pathetic, trembling.
"Please." He whispers. "I need you so bad. R-right now."
"But what about your lord, hmm? You can''t have sex, Reverend. You gotta be nice and holy for sky daddy, don't you?"
His jaw clenches, a shudder running through him. He hated when people called God that. And yet, he felt his cock twitch. "D-don't call Him that." He says, letting your hand trail down his chest and slip his boxers down and off. "Holy shit… this is happening. Fuck. I can't believe this."
When you lean forward and kiss him, he lets himself fall back. Hands above his head when you click cuffs around his wrists. Staring up at you when you slip off your panties, eyes wide, breaths soft, shaky, desperate. Looking stupid.
When you giggle and slowly sink down on his cock, his lips drop open in a moan. Back arches. Toes curled, arms flexing. "Holy, fuck, yes." Once you finally settle, cunt fluttering around his dick, you whisper those words.
"Do you really need God when you have me?"
He shakes his head, trembling, shuddering, cum spilling inside of you. "That's it. You're mine now." You murmur, nails scratching mean, red lines down his abs.
Those words echo in his ear, when suddenly—
His eyes snap open. Sweat all over his skin, breaths shaky, cum staining his boxers. The room is quiet all of a sudden, and he's fucking alone.
Shit, he was gonna have to pray so much for this.
But he'd start to search for your eyes when he handed out wafers. Maybe he'd get a chance to be the one to place it against your tongue.
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✪A/N: Oh my godd... okay, so this was heavily based on "Hilda Furacão".. LISTEN i saw an edit of the show and i needed to get the priest fucking brainworms out of my head. hehe. here you guys go ^^ enjoyyy!!
When I wasn’t writing for a while I realized I was putting too much pressure on myself to write professional fics (tagging, word count, planning, etc) when I all really wanted to do was have fun in the first place lol.
So! I have decided to js write what I want and link my stories in the masterlist 😳
I still will try to answer asks bc I feel rlly bad that those have been like. rotting. in my inbox 😭 
When I wasn’t writing for a while I realized I was putting too much pressure on myself to write professional fics (tagging, word count, planning, etc) when I all really wanted to do was have fun in the first place lol.
So! I have decided to js write what I want and link my stories in the masterlist 😳
I still will try to answer asks bc I feel rlly bad that those have been like. rotting. in my inbox 😭 
Hey guys!!!! It’s been a WHILE lol. I’ve taken a good break and I’ve taken time to think abt how I want to do fics moving forward!! I am lwk js gonna go with the flow from now on lol. So enjoy this short burst of inspo lol!!!
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It’s something..
It’s Gojo pulling you closer in the dark, the heat of his breath against your neck burning a deep, indescribable heat into your body. You feel a searing want in your cunt, dripping as he dips his hands into your panties, long fingers dancing along the edges of your delicate area.
Maybe it’s strong hands, rough with work, grabbing your face, forcing eye contact. Your attempts at avoiding the vulnerability fleeting as secret fingers play an arousing song below your belt. Dipping in. Out. In. Out. Stretching. Flexing.
No.. Maybe it’s actually Gojo licking a stripe up the column of your neck as the tendons stretch with the tension of your head tossed back. Hands pressing your hips down as he works your clit, gentle but persistent.
No. It’s gotta be the soft groans slipping from his lips despite him not receiving any pleasure himself. Only the mere sight of you being slowly unraveled has him practically cumming in his pants like a teen.
Whatever it is… you don’t think you want it to stop.
★Cw: Sub!Naoya, Dom!Reader, Pet Play, humiliation, ass plug, pegging, cumming untouched, barking, sucking the strap, degradation, spanking, hair pulling ...yes bbgs, all of this is m!recieving
★Wc: 2.4k
Everyone knew Naoya Zen'in.
Like it or not, he was looked up to. Head of one of the most powerful elite groups of the clan, not having anyone bat an eye at the things he does or says, just bow and agree. He was The Man. The one no one would doubt. The one who no one would see submit ever.
Well, aside from you, of course.
He felt slightly pathetic when he first came to you. He was indulging in fantasies, naturally, watching some… entertainment, nasty shit. Men using women as toys, tying them up, slapping them. "Dunno why they make it seem like such a big deal. They're jus' meant to be treated like that."
And then he saw a fuckin' ad. You, advertising the idea of.. being the dominant one?
Disgusting, they needed to learn their place.
But, oh well, he couldn't complain much. It unfortunately was a free world, so he took the freedom to see what you did. Digging into your website to find you were open to pretty much anything. Bondage, sounding, pet play, pegging— Why the fuck would anyone pay to have that done? He'd rather die than—
Welp. Guess curiosity did kill the cat.
A couple of weeks of messaging between the pair of you had led him to try. But he wasn't a pussy, he wasn't a bitch, and he much less would take advice from someone like you, so yes, he was going all in. Pegging? Yeah. Pet play? Yeah, he was an alpha after all. Bootlicking, yes; Degradation, yes; Spanking, also yes. The only line he drew was to have something be shoved inside his dick.
Because he was a man. And real men aren't scared of shit.
"… Are you sure, Naoya? You… eh… don't seem the most fit for going all—"
"Shut the fuck up, woman. Just… do it already. I'm fuckin'— tsk, I'm fuckin' paying you to do this, aren't I?" You blink. Damn, he was rude. Probably hadn't seen a pussy in years, maybe in his whole life.
"Gosh, fine, you have the plug in? Or do ya need me to do that one for you too?"
He grumbles something, and once you ask him to repeat himsef, he forces his words to come out. "Yes! Fuck, I put the fuckin' dog shit in my ass, is that good for you, slut?"
"Uh. Yeah, that's—" You snort, rubbing your temples. "Yeah, that's good. Get on your fuckin' knees, I guess..?"
He does as told with a small whatever, before staring up at you. "You're bein' so fucking uncertain, mistress. Shouldn't you be the confident one?" And, shit, he's lowkey right. You should probably be a little more confident.
So, you set your foot right up against Naoya's collarbone. Letting its heel dig into the skin, watching those ridiculously captivating eyes fill with years. "Lick, mutt. Show me how pathetic you are."
He blinks. Pauses. Raises a brow.
"Fuck no, I'm not—"
You lean down just enough to land a sharp slap across his face. "Didn't fuckin' ask. I'm demanding you do it." He's fucking stunned. How dare you touch him like that? It was ridiculous, degrading…. hot.
"Heh…I like that. Do it again." He's… fucking… smiling? Damn, he's kinkier than what you'd assumed.
"Mmm… no. Don't feel like it. Why, you're already turned on? Bet you are." You get out a soft scoff through your nose. "Pathetic." And, well, he'd hate to admit it, but he'd fucking solid. Cock straining against his boxers, his eyes already fighting back the hazy feeling of being so fucking turned on his whole brain was shutting down.
"Shit, you're bossy, eh? That's how I hate my women. Fuck… you're so fuckin'— hot." It's impressive he's even saying it— but the feeling of his hands cupping your calves, bringing your feet to his lips— is even more insane. Soft lips pressing to the black material of your heels, before he trails a tongue up to nearly your ankle. Sighing, letting himself melt into the sensation of being fuckin' pathetic, as he follows you down as you sit.
Bending, face nearly against the floor as you rest your back against the chair, arms so beautifully resting against the armrest.
Making him feel more and more like a submissive. Like he's nothing but convenience as he kisses and licks at your shoes. "God, look at you, Naoya. Such a good fuckin' mutt for me, hm?" And, well, at first, he wants to snap back. Say something snarky, because he refuses to be offended like this.
Instead, he nods, as if any rational thought had gone out of the window. "Yeah… fuck, mistress— You're so mean, I wan' more. You're gonna fuckin' give me more, right? Y-you're being paid to do what I say, right?."
Oh. Wow. He'd gotten into subspace real fuckin' quick. And, aside from your usual submissives, he was actually fucking flickering between sub and bitch brat.Weird.
Whatever. You could work with this. Yeah. Easy enough. So, you do what you do best. Grab a muzzle, a leash, and stare at him. "Get those clothes off. Puppies don't wear clothes, do they?" It's like that snaps him back, eyes wide and about to snap, before going right back into pathetic pools of lust. "M-mhm! Don'— Don't need clothes. I— What the fuck are you doin' to me, woman? I'm only-" He starts to tug his clothes off, cheeks a burning red. "I'm only doin' this because it's my time and my money. Not because you told me to or whatever."
So, here he was. Ass naked in a cold as fuck room, cock already throbbing and bobbing and—
"Oh. It's small." You laugh. "God, all that attitute for, what, four inches?"
"W-what?" He stammers, face growing white but cock just leaking precum, showing that this little kink of his isn't so hidden beneath his bravado. He thinks you didn't see it.
Oh, you fucking saw it alright.
"Yeah, I'd heard about big confidence little dick but yours?" You fucking cackle. "It's comical!"
Now, was he small? Not necessarily. Nearly a full six and a half inches, thick, balls for the first time you'd seen them pretty, heavy, his tip flushed and pink. Dark green pubes trailing from his bellybutton down to his base, neatly trimmed but definetly there.
Well, he seemed to be into it. Biting his cheek, hips bucking forward as you sigh. "Alright. Lemme get this on-" You start, grabbing the muzzle. He stares at it as if it's a fucking Saw trap, but lets you strap it on. Feeling more and more humiliated the more you put on shit on him.
"Uh. Is this really necessary? I feel like a pet." He mumbles, tugging at the leash around his neck.
It has a fucking jingly bell.
He was supposed to be a fuckin' alpha and he's being treated like a puppy, a household dog—
"Are you stupid? It's called pet play for a reason. What did you expect?"
"I dunno, I was expecting to be treated like an alpha werewolf or somethin'—"
"Well, you're not and you're lame, so just shut up and bark. It's what dogs do."
He feels like he got smacked across the damn face with a hairbrush. Like, mildly uncomfortable, a bit painful, but fuckin' weirded out because you gotta be real weird to slap someone with a hairbrush.
"Now, listen here, lady—"
"Shut it. Bark. What, you never been near a dog?"
"Come on, you think I'm gonna bark?"
"Uh, yeah? It's your money." Fair fuckin' point. "Ugh, yeah, whatever weirdo. I'll do it just to humour you."
…
…
".. bark."
"Oh, be so for real right now."
"What?! I fuckin' barked-"
"You did not. Try harder, or else you're not getting fucked."
"Sweet. What every man wants, huh? To be fucked in the ass? Fuck off—"
"Hey! Don't be mean to those who enjoy it. Ever heard of Ryomen Sukuna?"
"Don't fucking tell me he enjoys—"
"Yup. He does. I got it on video—"
"Fuck, okay, fine, if it'll make me be more like him, I'll fuckin' bark for you. Ugh. Weirdo." He scratches his neck, tugging at the leash one more time before dropping his fucking dignity. Getting on all fours, ass perked slightly, the stupid tail plug he'd bought swaying behind him.
Finally,, staring up at you. Swallowing hard, biting his tongue, feeling the eyes of every single one of his ancestors staring down at him with dissaproving stares, before he finally does it. A small, tiny noise that resembles a bark, before he looks away. He refused to believe he'd barked.
"Awh! Good boy! See, wasn't so hard, was it? Just gotta learn to stop pretending you're strong and accept you're nothing but a nasty dog!" Well, if his cheeks were hot before, they're not oficially at their boiling point, hating how his hips give a small twirl and the tails fucking wags.
"No fuckin' way I'm actually doing this to myself." He grumbles, letting out soft, shaky breaths. Mouth falling open to gulp down air.
"What's that, pup?"
Naoya tries to glare, but it's impossible to do so when he's literally barking up at you, tilting his head and shit.
Fuckin' alpha werewolf, my ass.
"Good puppy. Now, turn around. Lemme see that ass, boy." You giggle, wiggling your fingers and finally slipping off your pants. Kicking them away, the strap catching his eyes.
"Fuck no! That's huge!"
"…. Naoya, it's a small size."
"Whatever. It's not going in my ass!"
"Oh, yes it is."
And, like a dead wife in a montage, Sukuna stares him in the eye. He feels his pulse spike, a tiny smile on his face before he realises that the King of Curses is motivating him to be fucked in the ass. "Fuck, fine, whatever. It'll go in and out. It's like… taking a really hard shit. It's… yeah."
You snort. "It feels nothing like it, but okay. Also, really hard shit is worrying. Go get yourself checked and eat more fuckin' fiber."
"Whatever. Bitch. What are you, a professional in shitology?"
"…It's called coprology." You mumble, grabbing his asscheeks, giving them a squeeze before spreading them. He squeals but doesn't complain further, resting on his elbows as he feels you poke and prod around his hole, stretched around a plug. "The fuck you searchin' for, woman? Y'know, if i wanted someone to stare at my ass, I would've gone to the urologist— ah!"
…
He just fucking moaned. Because you'd slid off his plug and instead replaced them with your fingers. Angling them just right to massage his prostate, his toes curling on reflex. "Fuck! S-same logic applies to fingers, y— oh, shit!"
Naoya Zen'in is trembling beneath you, feeling his ass tighten around your fingers as his cock leaks a single string of cum. "H-hah, shit, woman, I'm gettin' fuckin' close—!"
"Hehe… Thought you didnt't want my fingers?"
"Fuck off— I'm gonna fuckin cum-"
Is he gay for enjoying this? Is all his brain can muster, before…
Why the fuck hasn't he cummed?
"What, did you think it'd be that easy?" You giggle, shaking your head before removing your fingers. He feels like the floor is crumbling beneath his knees and feet when he feels the head of the strap poke at his hole. It's wet and thick and—
"Hey, Naoya? Be good f'me and take a breath in." He hears your voice like fuckin' butter, so he does. Resting his cheek on the floor, taking a deep breath and sighing.
…Feeling your hips against his ass?
"Fuck, you're looser than I thought." You hum. "Had I not known any better, I'd say you do this on a daily, fuck, you're so easy!"
"Oh, now you're just— ugh, being mean on purpose-! A-ah!"
"Well, what if I was?" You coo, drawing your hips back to slam them forward. One hand on his lower back, the other in his hair. Tugging his head back. Making him cry out in both pain and ectsasy.
"Fuck! Mistress, please— fuck, yes-"
"Hah… such a fuckin' slut for this cock. Fuck yourself back on it, bitch." You mumble against his shoulder, feeling him actually fuck back. Like, hips wiggling back, hands planted on the floor type of thing. "God, you belong here. Just a fuckin' toy for me to use. Yeah, don't you dare touch your cock. Let me see you cum from dick alone, mutt."
As if he hadn't cum yet.
There was a literal pool of cum beneath him, but you'd failed to notice so. Oopsies!
"O-ow, fuck, mommy, I can't fuckin do this—"
"Awh, mommy? Yes you can. Just be a good fuckin' dog and bark it out."
That's how he found himself having his ass wrecked, barking and whining and huffing, all while you swat and slap at his skin. Making it grow increasingly red, his ballsdrained dry while you tugged at his hair. Forcing him further into the floor.
"That's a good fuckin' boy. Such a slut. Yes, yeah!" You mumble, unstrapping his muzzle. "C'mere. Clean off your fuckin' mess, yeah?" You grunt, tugging him closer by the hair. He's absolutely fucked out, eyes hazy as he laps lazily at the strap, feeling sleepiness take over him.
"Don't fall asleep on me. Gotta clean you up." You coo, caressing his cheeks before slapping it gently. He whimpers around the dildo, before taking it deeper into his mouth. All words gone out the window.
"That's a good boy. Don't need to worry about me getting off, it's okay." You giggle when he tries to sneak his fingers inside of you. "Just… go lay down, yeah. Let's help you get down from subspace." His blinks are slow, and yo ucup Naoya's cheeks before helping him to bed. He sighs, collapsing onto it, legs weak and trembling while you remove the leash and your own harness. Slipping on your sweatpants, turning on the heater before laying down besides him.
His eyes are shut by now, breathing slow. There's this tiny crease between his brows, and it only dissapears once he tucks his face into your neck. "Thank you." He barely mumbles, hands tight on your shirt.
And, well, you never were one to hang out with submissives much. Once your job was done, you'd help them get out of subspace with just a business card tucked into their wallet.
