[paintingchoso]

onyx *:･✧ they/them. 24. MDNI. this blog contains possible spoilers, mature works and dark content!

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[cinna-creme]

piercings

a/n: lil bit of a mix of thoughts between me, @franticallymajesticprincess and my baby 🦷 

dabi

he pierced your nipples a couple months ago and has been having you come back into the shop to check up on the healing process. you swore they were all healed last week but he insisted you come in again. you walk straight to his private room, a quick knock before you enter and stop dead in your tracks. 

“i’m sorry.” you cover your eyes.

“shut the door.” he hisses and you shut it quickly.

“i didn’t.. i don’t..” you whine and face the wall, pressing your forehead against it. 

“well i guess it’s only fair since i stare at your tits once a week.” he sighs. “wanna see?” he watches you peek over your shoulder. 

“does it hurt?” you turn fully.

“nah, ‘s been healed for a couple years now. was just changing the jewelry.” he twists the ball on. 

you can't tear your eyes away from the silver piercing at the tip of his dick. eyes squinting, head tilting a little. you walk closer, looking down and then back up to his face. 

“like what you see?” he smirks.

“can i.. like touch it?” he laughs. 

“wanna touch my dick?” he raises his brows. 

“just the tip.” you purse your lips. 

“that’s usually my line.” he flashes you his teeth. “go ahead.” he nods. 

you reach down hesitantly, tracing a finger around his tip, gliding against the cool metal and his dick twitches, starting to harden. you don’t even glance up at him, just wrap your fingers around his shaft and thumb just under his piercing. 

“that’s more than just the tip.” he rasps. 

“that’s usually my line.” your eyes flick up to his. 

“what’re you tryna get into?” his abs flex when you brush against the metal. 

“dunno?” you tilt your head. “thought you wanted to check my piercings?” batting your eyelashes at him.

“well you got your hand wrapped around my dick, sweetheart.” he clears his throat. 

“kinda wanna feel it on my tongue.” you swipe at the pre starting to leak out.

“wha-?” his lips part when you drop to your knees. “shit you serious?” 

“mhm.” you look up at him. “that okay?” your breath fanning across his dick, making him twitch. 

“yeahh, go ahead.” he brushes your hair back. 

you lean forward and swirl your tongue along the underside and then start to follow his piercing to his tip. he groans lowly, fingers digging in your hair when you lick at his slit. 

you suck his tip into your mouth, still swirling your tongue around his piercing and you sink lower. the metal feels different, good, as it slides deeper into your mouth, dragging across your tongue and then hitting the back of your throat. you slowly pull back off, only leaving his tip in your mouth and hollowing your cheeks. 

“fuck, this is-”

he tosses his head back when you suck him to the back of your throat again and start a rhythm. you can’t stop, it feels too good and his sounds are going straight between your thighs. he’s thrusting into your mouth and you look up at him to find him staring down at you and you stop with him at the back of your throat and give him a little nod. 

“fuckin perfect.” he mumbles, brushing your hair back and holding it in a ponytail. 

he starts to fuck your face and you look up at him as spit starts to bubble at the corner of your lips. each time you sputter and gag he swears he’s about to cum but he wants this to last longer. he snaps his hips harder and when he sees the tears gathering in your eyes he knows he’s done for. 

“look s’fuckin pretty.” he pants. “fuck and this little mouth is fuckin perfect.” 

you’re holding onto the back of his thigh, nails digging into the fabric of his pants, looking up at him fall apart. his thrusts are rough but it’s everything you want and you can feel how wet your panties are. when your tears spill over the edge he curses lowly, hips faltering and you feel the first spurt of cum coats your throat. you hold him at the back, swallowing down everything he has to give you until he’s pulling you off by your hair.

“fuck..” his chest his heaving. “like my piercing?” he gives a breathy chuckle. 

“mhm.” you lick your lips and stand up. 

“lemme check your piercings.” he grabs your hand and pulls you over to the piercing bed. 

you lay back, squirming a little as he lifts your shirt, eyes glued to your tits. he glances at your face and then brushes his thumb against one of the silver bars, watching as your face twists. he keeps rubbing against it, taking both ends of the bar and giving it a little twist.

“dabi!” you gasp. 

“sensitive today.” he hums, moving over to your other nipple. “looks like they’re healing nicely.” he taps at your perked bud, watching you squeeze your thighs. 

“i.. i think they’re healed.” you jolt when he gives a little pinch. 

“why’s that?” he smiles. 

“cause.. i can play with them and they don’t hurt.” your cheeks flush. 

“yeah?” he tilts his head. “lemme try something.” he dips his head down and you feel the tip of his tongue curl around your nipple. 

“mmmf!” you push your chest up into his face. 

his laugh fans across your skin before he sucks your nipple into his mouth. he flicks against the bar, lapping at your bud and then flattening his tongue and.. he has a tongue ring. your breath catches when he slides it against your nipple again, fingers tangling in his hair. 

he kisses across to your other nipple, teasing it the same way, sucking a little harsher. he teases his teeth against it, pulling a whine from your lips. he brings a hand up to your other nipple, playing with the little bar, twisting and pulling, listening to all the sounds you make. 

“i.. dabi! wanna feel that piercing somewhere else.” you’re breathless. 

“yeah?” he laughs. “where do you wanna feel it, sweetheart?” he looks up at you. 

“between my thighs.” you whisper.

“ohh wanna see what it feels like when i eat your pussy?” he watches your cheeks burn at his words. 

“yeah.” you push his shoulders lower. 

he pushes your skirt up and slides his tongue up your panties, pressing the ball of his tongue ring right over your clit. your hips jerk as he flicks it slowly, before sliding back down’s 

“move em! need- nghh! need to feel it please!” you look down at him desperately. 

he peels your panties to the side, eyes darkening when he sees how wet you are. he sucks your clit into his mouth and rolls his ring over the sensitive bud and you arch off the table. he moves his tongue faster, chuckling into you when your thighs start shaking around his face. 

“it’s- it’s.. dabi please!” 

he licks down to your pussy and pushes his tongue in, making you gasp at the feeling of the metal piercing. you’re grinding against his face, his nose nudging against your puffy clit, orgasm already stumbling towards you. your fingers tangle in his hair pulling him closer, hips bucking wildly as you cry out his name. 

he licks back up to your clit, tongue lashing against your clit and you burst. wave after wave of pleasure slams through you as he keeps licking at you. he finally pulls back with a wet chin and lips and a lopsided smile on his face. 

“can.. can i feel the other one?” your legs are still twitching. 

“what d’you mean?” he tilts his head.

“do you.. can you.. mmm.” you whine. 

“words, sweetheart.” he kisses your thigh, already lifting up and unbuttoning his pants again cause he knows what you mean but he wants to hear you say it. 

“fuck me.” your eyes locked on his dick once he lowers them. “please?” you look up at his face. 

“there you go.” he grabs your hips and pulls you to the end of the table. 

he slides his tip through your messy folds, grinning at the moans leaving your mouth with each pass. he taps his piercing against your clit, chuckling softly at each whimper it elicits. he pushes his tip in, the metal melting your mind as it drags against your gummy walls. with each inch you feel it slide in, your breath catches. 

“how’s.. how’s it feel?” he clenches his jaw at the way you’re squeezing around him. 

“s’fucking good.” you nod, panting. 

“yeahhh.” he snaps his hips into yours, watching your tits jiggle with the intensity. 

his fingers dig into your thighs as he fucks into you, pulling you closer before letting one of his hands splay on your lower tummy. he pushes down and lets his thumb rub at your clit, stomach tightening when your pussy flutters around him. 

“t-thinkin about getting one right here.” he leans forward and grinds against you. “it’ll rub right against this cute little clit every time.” 

“yes!” you nod. “i wanna feel it!” you grab onto his wrist. “dabi- i.. i..” 

“won’t be able to really fuck while it heals though.” he leans over you, forearms resting next to your head. “gonna wait f’me, sweetheart?” he watches you peel your eyes open. 

“been- mmngh! been coming in here for months just so you could play with my nipples.” each word a little more high pitched. 

“yeah you have.” he smiles. “and they’re so perfect.” he leans down. 

he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue ring lashing against it. your fingers tangle in his hair, and with a harsh thrust and a scrape of his teeth you’re cumming all over him. he grunts against your chest, hips pounding into you as he fills you with his hot cum. he lifts up and slowly pulls out, watching you leak with him and then up to your chest glistening with his spit. 

“i think they’re healed.” he looks up to your flushed face. 

“can i still come back?” your bottom lip wobbles. 

“course sweetheart.” he adjusts his pants and fixes your panties before helping you up.

[yikimiki]

concept: extremely sweet and caring guys that fuck you like an animal in heat

[mimuju]

brat taming with choso ! 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 in which you refuse his princess treatment !? (smut)

you’re on one knee in the hallway, fingers fumbling with the laces of your left sneaker, when you hear choso’s footsteps stop behind you.

“princess?” his voice is soft, confused. “what are you doing?”

you glance over your shoulder. he’s standing there in his usual black hoodie, hair loose, brows drawn together like you just announced you were moving to another country. you finish the knot, double it, and stand up.

“tying my shoes,” you say, brushing your hands off on your jeans. “we’re gonna be late if we don’t leave soon.”

he blinks. “i always do that for you.”

“yeah, well.” you grab your bag from the hook by the door. “i can do it myself today.”

choso doesn’t move. he just watches you, quiet, like he’s trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces. you’re already reaching for the doorknob when he finally speaks again.

“did i forget something?” he asks. “did i do something wrong?”

you pause, turn around. his face is open, genuinely worried, and it makes your chest twist. “no, baby. you didn’t do anything wrong. i just… wanted to do it myself this morning.”

he nods slowly, but the crease between his brows doesn’t smooth out. “okay.”

you make it all the way to the kitchen before he appears again. you’re standing at the counter, pouring cereal into a bowl, when he stops in the doorway.

“princess,” he says again, softer this time. “i made you breakfast already. it’s in the fridge. the good yogurt. the one with the strawberries you like.”

you look at the bowl in your hands, then at him. “i know. i just felt like cereal today.”

he stares at you for a long moment. “you hate that cereal.”

“it’s fine.”

“you said it tastes like cardboard last week.”

you sigh, setting the bowl down. “choso, it’s okay. i can make my own breakfast. you don’t have to do everything for me.”

he doesn’t argue. he just watches you eat three bites of the cardboard cereal before you give up and push the bowl away. he doesn’t say anything when you grab a banana instead. instead, he keeps watching, quiet and thoughtful, like he’s cataloging every small rebellion.

by the time you’re in the car, he’s still quiet. his hand rests on your thigh like it always does, thumb stroking absent circles, but his mind is clearly somewhere else. you don’t push it. you just let the silence sit between you, warm and familiar.

he doesn’t ask again until you’re home that night.

you’re in the bedroom, changing out of your work clothes, when he appears in the doorway. he’s been home for an hour already—long enough to shower, long enough to make dinner and leave it covered on the stove. but he doesn’t mention any of that. he just leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you pull a t-shirt over your head.

“sweetheart,” he says, and there’s something different in his voice now. lower. “come here.”

you turn. he’s still in the doorway, but his eyes have that look—the one he gets when he’s been thinking too hard about something and finally decided what to do about it. you cross the room slowly. he meets you halfway, his hands finding your waist, pulling you in until your chest is pressed to his.

“you’ve been doing everything today,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your temple. “tying your shoes. making breakfast. carrying your own bag. i didn’t stop you. but i need to know why.”

you rest your forehead against his collarbone. “i don’t know. i just wanted to feel like i could handle things. without you doing everything for me.”

he’s quiet for a moment. then his hands slide down to your ass, gripping you firmly, lifting you until your legs wrap around his waist. he carries you to the bed like you weigh nothing, laying you down on your stomach, his body already covering yours.

“you can handle things,” he says against the back of your neck, his voice low and rough. “i know that. but you don’t have to.” his hands are already working your jeans down your hips, yanking your panties with them. “you don’t have to do anything when i’m here. that’s the point.”

you feel him shift behind you, hear the sound of his zipper, feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance. he doesn’t wait. doesn’t tease. just pushes inside in one slow, deliberate thrust that has you gasping into the mattress.

“choso—”

“shut up,” he snaps, his hand pressing between your shoulder blades, pinning you harder. “you wanna act like you don’t need me? fine. but you’re gonna take this cock like its the only thing you need.”

his hips snap forward, burying him deeper, and you moan, your fingers fisting the sheets. “you were so fucking stubborn this morning. tying your own shoes like i wasn’t right there. making that shitty cereal like i didn’t already have something ready for you. what the fuck was that?”

you whimper, your body rocking with every thrust. “i just—i wanted—”

“you wanted to be difficult,” he growls, his hand sliding around to your clit, rubbing tight circles that make your thighs shake. “you wanted to prove something. but look at you now. face down, ass up, dripping all over my cock because you can’t even pretend you don’t need me.” his pace is brutal, each thrust punching a moan out of you. “say it. tell me how badly you need me.”

“i- i need you,” you gasp. “cho, please—”

“that’s right,” he pants, his voice dark and mean. “you need me. you need me to fuck you like this because you can't make yourself cum as good as i can. but you’re still my good girl, aren’t you? my perfect little princess who just needed to be reminded who she belongs to.” his fingers work faster, his cock hitting that spot inside you with every thrust, and you’re so close you can barely think. “cum for me. cum on this cock like the needy slut you are. show me how much you need it.”

you cum with a broken moan, your walls clenching around him, your body shaking. he fucks you through it, his pace relentless, his hand still working your clit until you’re sobbing into the pillow. only then does he let himself go, his hips stuttering, his cock pulsing as he fills you.

he collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his breath hot against your neck. for a long moment, neither of you moves. then he rolls off you, pulling you into his arms, his hand stroking your hair.

“now,” he murmurs, his voice already thick with sleep. “are you gonna be good and let me take care of you?”

you press a kiss to his chest, your body still humming. “okay.”

he kisses the top of your head. “atta girl.”

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[kosmogrl]

[dotlusional]

izuku’s best friend | bakugo, k. + midoriya, i.

ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, toxic dynamics (not dot sanctioned healthy communication tactics), established relationship (izuku x reader), softdom!brat tamer!izuku, dom!brat tamer!katsuki, sub!fem!afab!reader (a little crybabyish), creampies, overstimulation, a little marathon sex, consensual non-con (there is a continuous safe word in reader and izuku’s relationship, but reader is a brat & pretends to be reluctant), threesome, pinv, FACE FUCKING!!!!! pussy EATING. both men are mean :( poor you :( dot hate for katsuki shows up, gets sweet at the end, usage of good girl and some degradation, canon divergent

ꉂ ᵎᵎ original a/n: everyone thank 🍮 anon for spoon feeding me this fic i lowkey blacked out writing this. in my mind for katsuki and izuku to have been best friends since childhood in this fic, i imagined izuku having been born with a quirk. they’re so Boyish (notice the effect of having a male best friend vs a girl best friend… (speaking about SMAS) if i forgot any cw/tw tell me

ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n #2: this is a reblog from my old account

ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: after a fight with your boyfriend, izuku, he asks his best friend, katsuki, to come over the next day to help act as a “mediator” of sorts

ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: ~6k words

mentally ill girl with daddy issues. out of all the girls in the world, midoriya izuku just had to fall in love with the mentally ill girl with daddy issues. he had only himself to blame, he thought to himself, as he tossed his shattered PS5 into the dumpster— the one you had destroyed in a fit of rage.

after becoming a pro-hero, money was the least of izuku’s worries— and for you, it never had been one at all. maybe that’s why you thought it didn’t matter if something broke; you could always just replace it. but that wasn’t the problem here. not the real one. no, in all the time since you started dating, never once had izuku imagined hearing you call him the worst boyfriend ever. not only that, but according to you, he was also mean, never there for you, and the only good thing about him was his dick.

it would be almost funny if it all wasn’t so maddening. throughout your relationship, izuku had been nothing but kind and patient, all while juggling the impossibly high demands of being the new #1 hero. there were millions of fans out there who would kill to be in your position — even a few top-class heroes who had practically begged him for political marriages, desperate to produce the next generation's strongest hero — but he chose you, a quirkless, spoiled brat who seemed determined to test the limits of his patience.

in a way, it wasn’t unusual— your arguments often followed the same pattern. you’d lash out, he’d stay calm— patient, listening, always trying to understand, and your fights would burn out just as quick as they came, the tension melting away in some much needed rough sex. but this time was different. this time, it had gone too far.

as izuku trekked up the stairs back into your shared apartment, he could feel exhaustion weighing down on his shoulders. he entered the bedroom quietly, the dim lights of the city revealing you clutching your pillow as you slept, its fabric stained dark with tears. he let out a quiet sigh at the sight, not out of pity, but out of something more complex. frustration. weariness. love. you clearly regretted what you said and did, but when it came down to it, you didn’t know how to apologize properly— something he blamed on your father, who had always thrown money at you instead of teaching you discipline.

after a few minutes of deliberation, he picked up his phone from the nightstand and sent a series of messages to his best friend, asking for a favor. the reply came only minutes later. once their exchange was finished, he set the device aside and slipped beneath the covers beside you. as his arms wrapped around your stiff form, you gradually softened against him— your breathing falling in rhythm with his. with one last sigh, he joined you in your slumber, wishing you were this good for him all the time.

the next morning, izuku didn’t talk much with you. you didn’t either, guilt sitting heavy in your chest making it hard to even look his way. it didn’t help that the only conclusion you’d reached from the fight last night was that you were going to “talk” about it later.

it was right around early afternoon when the doorbell rang. you were in the kitchen, finishing up washing some dishes, while izuku lounged on the couch in the living room, doomscrolling on his phone. “i’ll get it,” he called out, rising to his feet, his tone carrying a note of expectation— as if he was waiting for something or someone.

as he opened the door, a gruff “yo,” greeted him. you peeked around the corner at the sound, frowning as your eyes landed on bakugo katsuki, ducking under the doorframe as he stepped inside. you weren’t exactly a fan of the pro-hero, even if he was your boyfriend's best friend. he was crude and blunt, and you always felt like when he was around and izuku wasn't looking, he would ogle you.

“are you guys going somewhere?” you ask, wiping your wet hands on the fabric of your sweatpants as you approached the two men, confused on why katsuki was here.

“no, baby,” izuku said, turning his head down to look at you, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back. “katsuki is here to help me with something.”

“with what?”

“making you less of a bitch,” katsuki says casually, like it was funny.

“excuse me?” you frown, caught off guard and offended, reactively shooting a look at izuku to see if he was going to allow his friend’s disrespect. “are you going to let him talk to me like that?”

izuku lets out a sigh, not necessarily happy with katsuki’s delivery or phrasing but he already knew the other man was not one to beat around the bush. “why would i do anything?”

“uhm— because you’re my boyfriend?”

“oh, but i thought i was the ‘worse boyfriend ever?”

“you said that?” katsuki asks, snickering.

your gaze bounces between the two men, incredulity and embarrassment washing over you. “is this about last night?" you ask in a hushed voice, trying to maintain some privacy in your relationship. “i thought you said we were going to talk about it...”

“we are,” izuku says evenly, his hand sliding to your hip, holding you in place. “katsuki’s just here to mediate. in a way.”

unease tightens in your chest as you glance between the two men once more. “what does that mean?”

with a lean towards you, katsuki takes it upon himself to spell it out for you, the condescension dripping from his voice. “it means your boyfriend wants me to show you worse.”

at his intimidation, you cling onto izuku, searching your boyfriend's face for an answer. “babe?” you question, fingers gripping the side of his shirt, hoping for some comfort.

instead, izuku only exhales, his body language calm but unreadable. “would you come with me to the bedroom?” he asks softly, not explaining anything to you.

“for what?”

“to talk.”

you start to protest — “not if he’s going to—” — but your words are cut off with a startled gasp as izuku lifts you up effortlessly, and slings you over his shoulder. “—izuku! put me down!”

as you're carried off into the bedroom, struggling to escape izuku's grasp, katsuki follows close behind, mentally taking note of how your ass looked in your sweatpants. when izuku finally sets you down on the bed, he sits beside you, all while katsuki leans against the doorframe, watching everything unfold. instinctively, you try to get up, but izuku’s hand shoots out, gripping your wrist to halt your movement.

“stay,” he commands.

“izuku, this isn’t funny!” you bark back.

“do you see me laughing?” he asks rhetorically, before motioning for katsuki to come inside and take a seat on the bed. at the invitation, katsuki does so, making sure to close the door behind him. as he plops down, inching closer to you, you instinctively crawl into izuku’s lap, pressing your back against his chest.

“she’s scared,” katsuki says with a chuckle, speaking about you like you were some sort of animal or pet.

“i’d be scared too,” izuku muses, “have you seen the way you look?”

“baby,” you call out, switching gears as you begin to feel small in a room alone with two men, pleading with your boyfriend to take you seriously. “what’s actually going on? i don’t like this. i'm, i'm sorry for last night— but...”

hearing the tremor in your voice, izuku refocuses his attention back onto you, studying your posture. “we’re just talking, honey,” he says with a sigh, rubbing your shoulders. “no need to be so nervous.”

“i don’t see why your friend has to be here for that then.”

katsuki lets out a quiet laugh, as if there’s some joke you're not in on. izuku just reaches up, fingers brushing gently through your hair, trying to soothe you. “we need to talk about last night, my love— and how we are going to make sure it never happens again. katsuki's here to help with that.”

“okay well— it’s- it’s never going to happen again. are we done?”

izuku does his best to hide his chuckle at your attempt to avoid confrontation with another sigh, this time shaking his head as if disappointed. “if only i could take your word for it, baby. but, lately... i just feel like you’ve been taking me for granted.”

at his tone, guilt tugs at your heart, and your voice drops in volume. “i don’t do that…”

he clicks his tongue softly. “really? because it wasn’t very nice of you to break my stuff last night— or to say those things about me.”

“i-i’m sorry,” you mumble, shame creeping up your neck. “i was just mad. i didn’t mean to...”

“yeah?” he asks, voice thoughtful, and not convinced. “i don’t know. it’s not the first time you’ve said mean things to me, you know. sometimes... it just feels like you don’t really love me...”

“i do love you!”

a pout forms on his lips, his eyes clouded with a look of pity. “then how come i find that you make me sad more times than happy, baby?”

not knowing what to say, your throat tightens, tears threatening to spill from your waterline. “i don’t mean to,” you whisper, finding that you’re repeating yourself. “i want to make you happy, izuku…”

izuku pauses for a long moment at your words, something dangerous flickering behind his eyes as his plan began to fall into place.

“…could you show me?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“show you…?”

“yeah,” he says slowly, leaning back as if weighing the words. “show me that you want to make me happy.”

you blink back tears, confused on what exactly he wanted, wishing he’d just tell you. “you want me to show you? how?”

his lips curve into a small smile, the kind that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “well,” he murmurs, his breath tickling the nape of your neck, “however you think is best. i just want to see what exactly you’d do to prove it to me.”

as your mind scrambles for an answer, desperate to make things right, it feels like the room starts to spin. “i’d do… whatever you want,” you decide at last.

another soft snicker escapes katsuki, but it’s izuku’s deepening smile that makes your stomach twist.

“really, baby? whatever i want?” he asks, the hope in his voice deliberately deceiving.

you nod before you can give it a second thought.

he tilts his head, eyes studying your face.

“would you kiss katsuki?”

for a second, you think you misheard him. as katsuki's role in all this finally dawns on you, your stomach twists some more, yet you can't stop your following question from tumbling from your lips, hoping your assumptions were wrong. “is this… some kind of test?”

“nope,” he replies with the shake of his head, the expression smooth and calculated. “you got this idea that i'm mean to you, baby. i just want to show you that i’m not. katsuki here, would be kind enough to help me prove it.” his hand brushes your cheek, faking warmth. “if you really mean that you’d show me just how much you want to make me happy, then, show me.”

you hesitate as dread settles on your shoulders— the feeling cold and heavy. he was actually serious, you thought to yourself. slowly, you crawl towards where katsuki sat on the bed, the expectant smirk never leaving his face. you glance back at your boyfriend, searching his expression for some kind of direction on how to proceed— or maybe as a last-ditch plea for mercy, despite knowing deep down, there wouldn’t be any.

“ask katsuki if he could do you a favor,” is all izuku murmurs.

your hands wring together as the words stumble over each other— humiliation churning in your stomach. “bakugo—” you choke out, only to be interrupted by izuku’s sharp correction.

“katsuki, baby.”

"katsuki," you try again, almost whispering, his first name feeling too casual on your tongue. “could you do me a favor?”

katsuki's gaze lazily takes in your quivering form, throughly amused by izuku's approach with you, thinking it was all too unnecessarily gentle. “what was that?” he asks, encouraging you to repeat yourself.

“can you do me a favor?”

“hell are you so quiet for? speak up.”

your hands twist in the fabric of your shirt, reflecting the turmoil inside you as you don't meet his gaze. “i s-said, can you do me a favor?”

with a suck of his teeth, katsuki grabs you by the arm, bringing your face close to his ear. “grown ass woman but can't even fuckin' talk right. speak. up.”

“katsuki,” you repeat, louder this time, although through clenched teeth and shut eyes, “can you do me a favor?”

“ah,” he says, like he didn't understand you the whole time. “what sort of favor?”

“a kiss…”

“you want me to kiss you?” he asks, his teasing tone deliberately getting under your skin.

“i don’t want to kiss you—” you snap, embarrassment burning through you, and a sharp tsk from izuku cuts you off instantaneously. katsuki just lets out a low, drawn-out “oooh,” mocking your lack of self-control as you do something izuku clearly doesn’t like.

“get closer to him,” izuku tells you. reluctantly you do so, annoyed as you are forced to straddle katsuki’s lap. when he rests his hands on your hips, clearly enjoying himself, you can’t help but squirm. you avert your eyes, swallowing the fact that you’ll just have to go along with the blond’s teasing.

“katsuki, i want you to kiss me,” you mumble, begrudgingly. “can you kiss me?”

he laughs at your expression, his fingers curling around your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “you have to look at someone when you ask them a favor like this.”

you bite back a sob, the humiliation clawing at your chest. forcing yourself not to look away, you rush the words out, all too fast this time. “katsukicanyoupleasekissme?”

“damn, you fuckin' must like making things harder for yourself, huh? slowlyyyy, girl— i’m not going anywhere."

taking a moment to draw in a shaky breath, heart hammering and ears burning, you finally manage to ask properly, all while holding eye contact.

“katsuki can you please kiss me? i, i really want you to.”

“oh, good girl,” he praises, like you’re a dog. “a long kiss or a short kiss?”

at his teasing, you begin to sniffle, hating how drawn out this was. you look over your shoulder at izuku, awaiting for what your answer should be.

“a long one.”

“a long one,” you echo, silent tears dripping down your cheeks, a sight which goes straight to katsuki’s dick.

“i can give you a long one, yeah,” katsuki snickers, the grin on his face almost unsettling. “c’mere.”

at his instruction, you hesitantly lean forward, shaky hands reaching out to his face. tentatively, your lips brush his, a pit forming in your stomach as the kiss deepens— not because you were kissing another man that wasn’t your boyfriend, but because katsuki was scary! you realized far too late just how nice your boyfriend really was to you.

similar to the way he carried himself, katsuki was rough with his kisses, nipping your bottom lip with his teeth just to hear you yelp and cry some more. when you managed to wrangle yourself away to catch your breath, he pulled you back, his hand wrapped around the back of your head. this time, as you kissed, you felt his free hand snake up under your shirt, giving your braless tits a full-palmed squeeze. your eyes widened at the contact, and you placed your hands on his chest, trying to create some distance.

“i-izuku!” you called out to your boyfriend with a whine, hoping that he was now satisfied with this display. “he’s touching my boobs!”

however, his only response was a shrug, leaning back against the bed’s headboard as he continued to enjoy the show, but not without adjusting the position of his dick in his pants. “you know your safe word.”

at izuku’s reply, katsuki laughed, quick to work your shirt over your head. as your bare chest met the nippy air, you reflexively covered yourself with your arms. the blond then just rolled his eyes, peeling your hands out of the way so he could continue to play with your boobs as he moved to mark up the sensitive skin of your neck. biting and sucking, you winced with every hickey he left, forced to give into his manhandling.

“you into the prude act?” katsuki asks izuku with a chuckle, right after leaving a particularly painful one on your lower jaw.

“she’s not a prude,” izuku corrects, “she’s reserved.”

“reserved? that’s a cute word for it. i can see why you put up with her bullshit. these feel great,” katsuki comments on your tits, rolling a nipple in between his fingers and silencing your consequential whine with another deep kiss.

“yeah, they’re nice. you should try out her pussy.”

despite your haze, your thighs clench around katsuki’s hips at izuku’s offer to him, unknowing if it was anticipation or fear. nevertheless, you speak up, shaking your head.

“n-no! no! you said just a kiss, baby!”

your boyfriend simply arches an eyebrow at your protest. “you don’t think he needs to give you a kiss down there?”

“bet she’s already soaked,” katsuki adds with a laugh.

“i’m not!” you lie, voice shrill, not wanting to give katsuki the satisfaction that he was right. however, seeing right through you, the two men share a knowing look.

“baby,” izuku calls out to you, beckoning for you to come to him. “come here.”

although you're relieved to be allowed off katsuki's lap, a shiver runs down your spine as you crawl towards izuku, left only to wonder what could be going through his mind. when you are finally in front of him, he works you back into his lap again. then, his hands begin to tug the waistband of your sweats downwards.

“izuku, wait, no!” you cry, squirming to keep your pants on, not wanting to show his best friend proof of your arousal.

“quit it,” he orders you with a rasp, an arm wrapping around your stomach to keep you still. knowing going against his wishes will just get you in deeper trouble, you reluctantly oblige, hiding your face as your slick-stained panties are revealed to two sets of hungry eyes.

“looks like someone is a liar...” katsuki chuckles, now sitting in front of you as izuku kept your thighs open.

“jesus, babe,” izuku mumbles against the shell of your ear as he examines just how turned on you were, his fingers moving to press down against your clit through the thin fabric. “you like being bullied, huh?”

all you can manage in response is a shake of your head, embarrassment tempting you once more to let tears roll down your cheeks.

“i told you,” katsuki says to izuku with a laugh, face lowering near your core, his breath hot against your thighs as he watches izuku play with your clothed slit. “girls don’t like when you play nice all the time. they like being treated like stupid whores.”

“is that right?” izuku asks, but your brain doesn’t register that he’s talking to you at first. at your lack of response, his hand taps your cheek to draw your attention. “hey— do you like it better when i’m nice or mean to you?”

“nice,” you choke out, tensing up as katsuki lays in between your legs, and rests his head on your knee.

“ah, so you think i’m mean to you sometimes?”

“i, no…?”

“i think she does,” katsuki antagonizes, laughing once more, the sound pulling a glare out of you.

izuku lets out sigh, pulling your panties to the side as he does, and both men watch as the slick of your folds stick to izuku’s fingers. “that’s a shame,” he mumbles. your breath hitches as he spreads your pussy’s lips to let his best friend take a look inside. “i think katsuki has to show you what mean actually is if you think i’ve ever been mean to you, baby.”

you find yourself shaking your head again — “nononono” — thighs trembling and twitching to clamp shut, yet unable to due to the pressure of izuku’s forearms against them. “oh no, yeah,” he mockingly pouts. “give katsuki another kiss, okay?”

your gaze meets katsuki’s as he looks up at you, a grin plastered on his face as he slowly leans his head towards your entrance, and places chaste kiss after chaste kiss around it. each one has you whimpering, as well as fighting the urge to buck your hips against his mouth as you traitorously want more. eventually, katsuki begins to lick, his warm tongue lapping up the drool leaking from your pussy, and drawing out a moan from you.

“gross,” izuku grimaces as katsuki’s tongue touches his finger as he was still keeping you spread open. he pulls away his hand, bringing it up to your lips, expecting you to suck off the collected slick. obediently, you do, taking his fingers into your mouth, and tasting your own arousal on them. in response to izuku’s reaction, katsuki just smirks, before continuing to eat you out, hands splaying against your inner thighs to hold them open now since izuku withdrew his assistance.

the fervor of katsuki’s mouth on you causes your back to grind against izuku’s heavy and hard bulge, a hiss escaping his lips at the friction. the gears in your head begin to turn at the sound, and you turn your head to side.

“can i help you with your prob, problem, baby?” you ask, hoping it would get you on his good side and convince him to be nice to you.

unfortunately, yet again, izuku sees right through you. still, he smiles, allowing you a brief moment to think you were so smart. “oh — my good girl — of course,” he whispers, placing a kiss onto your shoulder. he motions to katsuki to unlatch himself off you, and the other man obliges, resting on his heels as he wipes his mouth of your juices with the back of his hand.

thighs still quivering, you flip onto your stomach, almost drooling over the sight of izuku tugging down his pajama pants just enough to free his dick, the head thudding softly against his lower abdomen when it is.

your cheek rests against his inner thigh as you run your fingers up his length, all before capturing it in a firm grip, and giving his dick a few strokes of admiration. as you brush a hair behind your ear, right about to take him into your mouth, you feel katsuki’s rough hands behind you, suddenly groping the globes of your ass. before you can protest, izuku stops you, his hand threading throughout your hair and grabbing you by the roots in a gentle tug, instructing you to focus and continue. begrudgingly, you do, finding your lower half at katsuki’s mercy as you are occupied with sucking izuku’s dick.

wrapping your lips around his flared tip, your tongue flicks against the prominent veins of his shaft, before enveloping him in totality, down to the base, with your forehead pressing against his abs. the result of your efforts is a low, tender “yeah… sh— good girl…” from your boyfriend, the groan going straight-down to the heartbeat of your clit.

eventually you find a steady rhythm, your head bobbing up and down izuku’s length at a comfortable speed, only for it to be interrupted when you feel katsuki’s tongue against your pussy once more, your escaping moans from the sensation causing vibrations around izuku, making him twitch in your mouth.

as you begin to lose focus, trying not to squeal when katsuki takes a shallow bite into the fat of your ass, izuku kisses his teeth, the sound cutting through your haze. “baby,” he murmurs, the warning wrapped in softness, “if katsuki makes you cum before you make me, i’m gonna let him fuck your pussy till it’s wrecked.”

and while you scramble to continue with your hard work, you find the cards stacked against you as pro-hero, bakugo katsuki becomes invigorated with competition and the promise of a prize. grabbing you by the hips, he buries his face in between your asscheeks, tongue plunging in and out of your sopping wetness, licking, sucking— all done with the intent on making you cum quick. all you can manage to do is pathetically clamp your thighs around his head as you struggle to adjust to the sudden overwhelming intensity, finding it difficult to focus on swirling your tongue around izuku’s frenulum in a satisfying manner.

it’s when you feel katsuki fucking motorboating your clit with the flat of his tongue, drool running down his chin and coating your inner thighs, that you realize you might be done for. as your approaching climax comes, you try your best not to give away any tells, resisting the urge to curl your toes. unfortunately, there was no way to play off the resulting spasms running throughout your body. with a toothy grin, katsuki places one last kiss to your pussy, before sitting back on his haunches, priding himself on a job well done.

“she came~” he drawls in a grating, sing-sone tone.

your glossed over eyes as you looked up at izuku to deny it did nothing for your case. “i didn’t— i didn’t, wait, wait,” you pleaded, hearing the rustle of katsuki’s belt unbuckle behind you, and hoping izuku would believe you and tell his friend to wait, despite knowing deep down he wouldn’t.

“if you didn’t cum,” katsuki snickers, finally shimmying off his jeans, and you gasp as you feel the mushroom-shaped tip of his dick languidly sliding up and down your slit, threatening to push past the barrier of resistance, “then you wouldn’t be too sensitive for me to put it in, yeah?”

expecting you to answer the other man, izuku arches an eyebrow down at you, feigning tenderness as he brushes a hair sticking to the sweat of your forehead out of your face. “y-yeah,” you answer, knees struggling to support themselves as katsuki lifts your hips up to align himself better. as you feel the crown of his cock gradually entering you, you let out a telling hiss, the stretch obviously too overstimulating. “but, wait, you didn’t— fuck — you didn’t make me cum yet, you can’t—”

your chest heaves as he buries himself to the hilt, fresh tears running down your cheeks as you whimper and gasp. “s-stupid!” you spit out in frustration, before sobbing into your boyfriend’s lap. katsuki could feel every clench of your pussy around him, the grip like a vice as a result of your recent orgasm, and he bites his lower lip to suppress a groan.

“she’s — fuckkkk... yeah, baby, tighten up just like that — doing a lot... of talking for someone who should be sucking,” katsuki laughs breathlessly as he begins to move. izuku only hums in reply, watching how your face contorts as katsuki hits that soft spongy spot inside you.

“is it too much?” izuku asks you with a murmur, checking in on you. when you shake your head, a soft smile spreads across his face. “good. then i don’t see why you stopped.”

as he gestures towards his dick, signaling for you to continue what you were doing, your brows furrow, biting back the urge to say something mean. with a huff, you take him back into your mouth.

meanwhile, katsuki’s hold on your hips becomes bruising as he pulls you back to slam your ass in tandem with his thrusts. upon seeing you struggle to give him head once more, izuku takes it upon himself to steady you, fingers intermingling with hair as he grabs the sides of your head and bucks his cock down your throat.

the splutter of your slobber mixes together with your tears as your mouth becomes a fleshlight for your boyfriend’s pleasure. “suck,” he says plainly, like he’s doing you a favor since he’d be doing all the moving. in a way, he was right, as all you had to do now was hollow your cheeks and lay your tongue out expectantly.

just as the sharp sting of overstimulation finally began to melt into pleasure, that’s when katsuki's movements stuttered, much to your annoyance. “sh-shit,” he curses, your back arching as he drills himself deeper. “it's chill, if, fuck, i do it inside— right?”

“she'd prefer it,” izuku answers for you since your mouth was occupied at the moment, heavy balls slapping against your chin. “always” — plap — “complaining” — plapplapplap — “when” — plap — “i” — plap — “let” — plap — “it” — plap — “out” — plap — “on” — plap — “her” — plap — “back.” he punctuates his words with a groan as he makes you take him to the hilt, holding you there as you gag.

the velvet of your walls squeeze down on katsuki as you choke on izuku's dick, and the former finds himself unable to stop from burying his cock deep inside you and pumping your womb with thick creamy spurts. “fuuuuuck,” he moans with a shudder, shutting his eyes tight. after a moment to catch his breath, he shortly pulls out of you, watching how his cum oozed from your pussy; your perseverance earns a slap to your ass from him.

“gentlemanly,” izuku comments dryly on how his friend was already limp so fast, as well as how he had came before you during penetration, and did not give you a second orgasm. the judgment came from a place like he wasn’t face fucking you relentlessly.

katuski only rolls his eyes, one arm resting on his stomach as he sprawled himself out on the bed, watching you two continue. “i've been busy,” he shrugs. “i haven't gotten some in a bit. plus, i already made her cum earlier.”

with a sigh, izuku looks down at you, your jaw obviously beginning to ache. “that's why he doesn't have a girlfriend,” he murmured, yet your brain was too busy melting out of your ears to show any sort of response.

taking in your disheveled appearance — bites and handprints left all over you from katsuki, not to mention saliva, pre-cum, sweat, and tears coating your cheeks and neck — izuku finally takes pity, letting you off of him and allowing you the chance to actually get some oxygen to your brain. a soothing touch combs through your hair as you cough and sniffle, having never been treated so roughly before during sex.

“my poor baby,” he coos and you pout as he takes you into his arms, the tip of his dick poking against your well-used folds as you rest on his lap. “katsuki’s so mean, huh?”

“you made him be mean to me,” you huff, wiping your tears against his shoulder, all while your hips absentmindedly grind against him.

a hand settles on your waist, while the other rubs your back in comfort, laughing at your words. “would you believe me if i said that’s just how he is?”

you nod quietly, murmuring. “he’s scary…”

before you know it, the teasing tip of izuku’s shaft sliding along your slit had slipped in due to the slick mix of fluids between your bodies. a breathless gasp leaves your lips as you feel the swollen head nestle snugly along your cervix.

“you’re not gonna break my stuff anymore, right baby?” he asks with a throaty groan, half-lidded eyes not leaving where the two of you were connected, watching as katsuki’s cum inside you frothed around the base of his dick. “gonna be good for me so i don’t have to ask katsuki for anything anymore, right?”

“m-mhm…”

“promise?”

“yes, yeah…”

he smiles, pressing a sweet and gentle kiss to your lips. “i love you, baby.”

“i love you too…” you return, your pussy fluttering around him at his words.

katsuki, still lying on the bed and now checking his phone, mutters an “ew,” under his breath, undermining the moment.

izuku looks past you to furrow his brow at his friend. “if you’re done, you can leave.”

“i’m just a piece of meat to you…” katsuki says with a dramatic sigh, before searching the floor for his discarded clothes to put back on. “i’m eating whatever shit you got in your fridge.”

as katsuki leaves the bedroom, izuku rolls his eyes before flicking them up to yours, studying your dazed expression. leaning back on the bed, he proceeds to take his sweat-drenched shirt off at last. “you wanna take what you need, honey?” he asks gently, seeing how antsy you are.

you nod again, having been feverish upon feeling every twitch of his dick inside your walls. slowly, you lift up your hips before slamming them back down against his, effectively riding him. you had been so close to your second high before katsuki rudely deprived you of it with his early orgasm, and you could feel it lingering within you.

“careful,” izuku says with a breathlessly laugh, thumb wiping away the drool dribbling down your chin. “don’t tire yourself out so fast…”

“m’ okay,” you mumble before letting out a moan, eyes shutting tight when you angle yourself to hit that spot.

finding purchase on your hips, izuku’s hands help guide you up and down his length, as well maintain the pace. “who feels better, baby— me or katsuki?” he asks, goosebumps prickling your arms as his breath tickles your ear.

“you,” you reply immediately, and his heart melts at just how soft and clingy you were for him.

“yeah?” his head dips in between your breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth, and swirling his tongue around the pebbled flesh. “you’re such a good girl; i’m sorry for being so mean to you,” he whispers against your skin, before placing an open-mouthed kiss. “it’s just because i love you, you know that right?”

your lips purse as you squirm under his ministrations, a familiar coil-like sensation threatening to snap soon. “i-i know— m’ gonna cum, izu…”

“me too,” he mumbles, now bucking his hips upwards to match your rhythm, a thumb hurriedly reaching down to rub your clit to help send you over the edge once more.

as pleasure finally comes crashing down on the two of you, his lips captured yours in a kiss, sucking on your tongue with a low groan as your walls milked every last drop of his release.

covered in a sheen of sweat, your bodies trembled as you rode out the aftershocks together, chests rising and falling against each other as you continued to kiss gently. finally, izuku pulls away to catch his breath, and you collapse on top of him, listening to the pitter-patter of his heart as you do the same, feeling almost uncomfortable with the loads of two men inside you.

a calm and intimate silence falls between you two, before the clatter of pots and pans in the kitchen cuts through it, a sound you both laugh at as you piece together that katsuki was planning on doing some cooking.

“do you think he’ll make anything for us?” izuku asks, clearing his throat when his voice cracks with rawness.

you shake your head, sighing. “no— he’s selfish.”

izuku laughs gently, placing a kiss against your hairline. “i’ll uber something if he doesn’t. now, let’s go take a bath together, hm? gotta give my pretty girl her reward for taking her lecture so well too.”

your nose scrunches at the proposition, and you plop a pillow on his face, earning you a giggle from him. “ugh, no. if i have any more dick, i'm gonna throw up.”

[seirxi]

baggy clothes with a belt to cinch the waist

[sadisticslut666]

Zuko loves fuckin’ you in a mating press

You’re on round four—no, five?—and you’ve completely lost count. The clock on the nightstand says it’s been almost three hours since you’d argued about who could last longer and Zuko first pushed you down onto his bed, taunting, “Let’s see how long you can keep up with me, princess.”

Turns out? Not as long as him.

Zuko’s still going like he could do this all night. Hell, like he could do this all week. Sweat’s dripping down his sculpted chest, black hair sticking to his forehead in messy strands.

His hips snap into you with the same relentless rhythm he started with. “Fuuuck, Z-Zuko—hnngh—slow down—ahh!” You’re gasping, nails digging into his shoulders as another orgasm makes your pussy clench tighter.

Your thighs are trembling around his waist, pussy clenching around his thick cock like it’s trying to milk him dry for the hundredth time tonight. Everything’s so wet—your slick, his cum from the last round, the squelches from your soaked pussy.

He laughs, leaning down to bite at your collarbone. “Aww, already tapping out? But you feel so good, princess. This pretty little pussy’s so wet.” He rolls his hips in a slow grind, dragging the head of his cock through your folds before thrusting again. “Look at you… all fucked out and still taking me so well. That’s my girl.”

You whine, head tossing back against the pillow. “I can’t—nghh—I’m gonna—again—!”

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock again?” He speeds up just enough to make you orgasm again. “Fuck I love you, baby. Let me feel it. Give it to me.”

He keeps going—switching positions whenever you think you’re about to pass out, using his stupidly endless stamina like it’s nothing. By the time the sky outside starts to lighten, you’ve cum so many times you’ve lost track, and Zuko’s finally starting to sound a little worn himself.

His hips lose their perfect rhythm as he chases his own release for what feels like the tenth time tonight. He thrusts hard, punctuating each word. “See? Told—you—we’d—have—fun.” as he continues to stroke into your overfilled, overstimulated slick pussy. “How about round six after a quick nap?”

You turn around to look at him, body sore from being folded every which way. “Zuko, no.”

“C’mon princess? What’s one more?”

a/n: sorry for acting insane about my dadaman i stayed up late to write this omf m gonna b so dead for work tmrw but its ok cus whew I been WAITIN FOR THIS ONE like ZUKO ZADDYYY omfg I love u so much CUS WE FUCKIN FOR HOURSSS

[sadisticslut666]

It’s sundress no panties weather in the FireNation

You love springtime because that means long walks, gardening, foraging and your favorite… teasing Zuko with no panties under your sundress.

The first truly warm day after a long, gray winter hit the Fire Nation countryside like a blessing from Agni himself. Golden sunlight poured over the rolling hills surrounding your private estate.

Zuko was already in the garden when you found him, sleeves rolled up, sweat glistening on the scarred side of his face as he helped turn soil for the new herb beds you’d insisted on planting. His dark hair was tied back, a few strands sticking to his neck from the heat.

You stepped out onto the stone path wearing a light, breezy sundress the color of ripe peaches that flowed just below your ass. No bra and definitely no panties.

“Need some help, my lord?” you called sweetly, putting an extra pep in your step making your tits almost bounce out the dress.

Zuko straightened, wiping his forehead with the back of his wrist. His golden eyes flicked to you, softening instantly at the sight of you in the sunlight. “You shouldn’t be out here in this heat without a hat,” he grumbled, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “You’ll burn.”

“I like the heat,” you replied, stepping closer until you were just within arm’s reach. You bent slightly to examine the soil he’d turned, letting the hem of your dress ride up the backs of your thighs. The breeze kissed your exposed pussy, as you stretched even farther exposing the soft curve of your ass with the bare, already slick folds between your thighs catching his attention as you continued, “Besides… I thought you might want company.”

Before you could straighten up, Zuko’s hands were on you. His calloused palms landed firmly on your bare ass, “No panties,” he muttered, “You really walked out here like this, knowing exactly what it would do to me.”

“Mmm. Guilty.” You arched back into him, “It’s warm. I wanted to feel the breeze… and you.”

One hand stayed gripping your right cheek while the other slid lower. Without warning, two thick fingers dragged through your slick folds from behind, parting them and immediately pushing the tip of his middle finger into your dripping cunt. “Oh!” you yelped in surprise, eyes widening.

“Should’ve known you’d pull this the first warm day,” he groaned, his fingers playing with your slick. You couldn’t help pushing back against his hand, your hips rolling instinctively as his finger sank deeper. He pumped it slowly at first, then faster, the wet sounds of your arousal barely masked by the breeze rustling the leaves. His thumb brushed teasingly over your clit as a needy whine slipped from your lips as you rocked back onto his finger.

The sundress had ridden up completely now, bunched around your waist, leaving your ass and pussy fully exposed to the open garden air while Zuko played with you. Then, just as suddenly as he’d started, he pulled his finger free. You stood up straight with a frustrated whimper, turning to face him. “Hey—why’d you stop?”

Zuko brought his glistening finger to his mouth, locking eyes with you as he sucked it clean. He smirked, “We’re outside, princess. You really want the groundskeepers to see us like that?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes even as your cheeks burned and your thighs pressed together, trying to ease the ache he’d left behind. “As if the servants and everyone else at the palace aren’t already gossiping about our sex life. Half of them probably place bets on how loud I’ll be each night.”

His hand slipped back under your dress, palming your ass again, “If you’re that impatient… we can go inside. Or I can bend you over right here and make sure you stay quiet. Whatever you want, my princess.”

You bit your lip, “Right here,” you whispered, “Bend me over. I don’t want to wait.”

Your ass lifted naturally, fully exposed as he shoved the peach-colored dress up to bunch around your waist. He kicked your feet wider apart with his boot, one hand staying heavy on the small of your back to keep you pinned as you heard the rustle of fabric as he shoved his loose garden pants down just enough to free his cock.

“Quiet,” he reminded you, even as the head of his cock nudged insistently against your soaked pussy. “Or I’ll have to cover that pretty mouth.”

You barely had time to nod before he thrusted in, cock slipping through your wet slick. Zuko’s hand immediately clamped over your mouth, his scarred cheek brushing yours as he leaned over you. “I said quiet,” he hissed, though you could hear the smirk in his tone.

You whimpered against his palm, pushing back to meet him, desperate for more. His hips snapped forward again, setting a ruthless pace that had the wooden garden bed creaking beneath you.

The angle was perfect—his thick cock fucking strokes that rocked you forward with every thrust, your bare breasts bouncing beneath the thin dress, nipples dragging against the fabric. “Hnngh—ah—h-harder, Zuko, p-please,” you whimpered, pushing back to meet every powerful stroke. “Fill me, Zuko… please—”

He angled his hips just right, grinding deep on every thrust until your legs started to shake. “Is my princess gonna come for me?”

Princess, fuck that made you cum everytime. You moaned loudly, your pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock as he groaned, “So tight,” He buried himself as deep as he could go and came inside you. “You know how much I look forward to this every time spring comes around? I love you so much, my empress.” He expressed his love as hot, thick pulses of cum filled your cunt until it started to leak out around his shaft with every shallow thrust.

He stayed pressed against you for a long moment, both of you panting under the bright spring sun. Before he tugged the sundress back down over your hips, though the fabric was now wrinkled and slightly damp. Turning you in his arms, he cupped your flushed face and kissed you.

Oh you couldn’t wait for the rest of the season.

a/n: no bc seriously its sundress no panties weather FINALLYYYYYY

[keistriction]

(18+) satoru gojo has a short-tempered girlfriend

that man likes a challenge. 

where others would normally get annoyed, let it go, or even stop engaging – he absolutely takes it to hell. 

and back.

he's definitely the type to ragebait you into mindless arguments and then remind you about it when you finally plead for more. 

halfway through, you forget your name and what you were even arguing about in the first place. 

cause the dick is just that good. 

and he knows it. uses it to his advantage really. 

your fingers curl around whatever you can find – sometimes pillows, sometimes his forearms, or even his hair – while he slams your hips against his. on whatever surface was closest. 

what's worse is that he does it on purpose. 

antagonizing you while he spreads your soaked, puffy folds just enough, just to tease. 

"hm? what were you saying?" satoru drawls, watching your tits bounce with each thrust. 

one hand traces your curves. then rubs slow, lazy circles against your clit. your breath catches. 

filthy, squelching noises fill the room as you tighten around him. 

you'd been rambling for a while now, alternating between mumbling filthy confessions and cussing him out. 

"you're so annoy–," you cut yourself off, breath hitching as he bottoms out. his thick, leaking tip throbbed against your cervix. "i still– f-fuck– mean it."

satoru tilts his head when your nails dig into his arms, sharp enough to mean something but not enough to stop him. 

if anything, it makes his smile widen. 

"oooh," he chuckles, looking down at his arms. "really scary."

you clench your jaw, squirming to grab the pillow nearby to whack him with. 

slam

“w-wait– toruuu!” you plead, desperately reaching something. 

anything. 

with another deep thrust, your vision goes blurry and white, hot pleasure washes over you. your body betrays you – thighs shaking and clasping tight around him. the delicious stretch around your velvet walls almost makes you cum all over again.  

satoru gasps and then laughs – pupils blown as he watches the way your pussy swallows each inch. a mix of his pre and your juices form a creamy ring forms at the base of his cock, dripping down beneath you. 

“ohh my god– look at you, baby…” he breathes, grin spreading. “you were talking so much shit earlier.”

he tilts his head, watching you struggle. you pout, shaking your head. 

“yeah?” he hums, tilting your chin just enough to make you look at him. “what happened to all that attitude, hm?”

“i’m–” you start, trying to catch your breath. “i still–” you shake your head again, finding the words. “you’re so– fuck–”

he laughs again.

maybe he still deserves to be whacked. 

cause it’s not that good. 

right?

🏷: @chososbbygrl @katemira @chaoticcrashofkk @ist4rr @gyusheadphones

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[hinamie]

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Internet Girl - C.K.

Synopsis. On campus? Choso Kamo’s the sweet, shy nerd you share film class with - the one who can barely meet your eyes without blushing. Online? Choso Kamo is really @cursed(your)wombz—the #1 streamer on C4mBoyfriends with 820k followers to see his…nine inches. And he might just be looking for a partner.

Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, streamer!Choso, (sort of) B́J Alex AU, cámboy!Choso, college AU, he’s a nerd, film nerd!Choso, secret identities, masks, píercings (ears, tóngue, D), tattoos, chat, streaming, you’re a fan, identity reveal, exhíbitíonism, oraI (fem rec.), again PlERCINGS, tongue f, spítting, p sIapping, p talking, letting the viewers choose, fíngering with rings, overstím, dúmbifícation, Jacob’s Ladder, rough s, fiIthy s, he’s sIightly mean, tummy buIges, making it fit, pressing down, talking you through it, cIit pinching, pússydrúnk Choso, matíng presses, chokíng, manhandIing, mocking, sIight níppIe stim, creampíes, chat Iove you, cúmpIay, getting together, Phantom of the Opera references, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 14.9k

A/N. Hehehehehe-

Sunday was the night you’d found him; sprawled out on your bed and thumbing through the Internet. Some glitzy pop song you couldn’t name blasted from your speakers, and the room was saturated in the tingly excitement of having speedy Wi-Fi, no assignments, and the night to yourself. LED lights pink.

You’re checking some of your messages - doling out a few hearts, a few reposts - when that bell-shaped button bursts in blue. A new notification.

@cursed(your)wombz liked your repost.

It was on a photograph of the Sun—big and yellow, seemingly melting over a grey horizon.

Which was perfectly ordinary- this was the Internet, after all. And though your list of followers was modest, of course you’d interact with a stranger here and there.

The problem was in the way the notification disappeared as soon as it came.

An…accident maybe? This person had liked and unliked your repost. And without a second thought, you’re typing their username into the search bar.

And clicking on their profile.

@cursed(your)wombz huh?

He had a pitch-black profile picture and a layout with nothing of note, a banner as equally colorless and unnotable, and a simple bio stating: 

I know what you want…

- C.

And beneath that was a link.

It stood out stark against the black background. You don’t click on it, of course- for fear of being something malicious, you’re avoiding it like you’d avoid a minefield. 

You’ve already heard one too many horror stories on here about such things. One click and you’d find your address posted somewhere. Instead, your eyes drop to the number of followers he had…and your eyebrows are immediately shooting up.

0 Following.

581k Followers.

Now that makes you blink.

Okay- alright, maybe it wasn’t the most astounding number you’ve ever seen throughout your expansive time on the Internet - but it was still niche celebrity-status. Especially on this app. Especially to be stalking an account like yours…where all you did was repost the stray picture of a pretty landscape or yell into the aether about your missing assignments for your friends to comment on. 

Now that was a little strange.

And so you’re scrolling down.

And you never quite know what you’re in for whenever you enter the realm of a person’s account—fanfiction with tags you never knew existed, one part of an argument on social media that really shouldn’t exist, mpreg. 

Which was all fine and dandy to be quite honest- you just never expect to be met with the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on.

The first picture you’re seeing- pinned.

Posted just an hour ago. It’s a mirror selfie taken at a low angle; of a man with his body angled towards the lens and his phone covering his face. In nothing but a towel. With nothing but his chiselled body. His beefy arms flexed as he takes the picture, biceps rippled with a few veins—though still lean and almost smooth to the touch. Pierced nipples. Defined abs. Your eyes linger on the sparse dusting of dark hair leading below, below, below his fluffy white towel…

The picture cuts off just a few inches past his navel. You know because you’re enlarging it.

The photo is almost vampiric in nature.

Somehow. 

Dimly-lit. Beautiful—he clearly knew his angles and lighting. It’s slightly blurry and you can’t make out much of the man’s features - nothing more than the slender length of his fingers, silver rings, and the outline of his dark (perhaps brown?) hair. Touching his shoulders. From just above the hem of his towel, the amorphous blur of a tattoo snakes down his left v-line - and no matter how much you’re zooming in, you can’t quite figure out what it is. 

Something twists at the pit of your stomach as you’re latching your eyes onto the very obvious bulge he was sporting through the towel - very.

The flash created a shadow of his lengthy cock—oh. Hanging between thick thighs, heavy and needy. And it also illuminated the slight dampness clinging onto his body; perhaps he’d just gotten out of the shower, or was about to take on after a workout. 

Whichever scenario it was, both made your thighs clench- fuck.

Fingers slightly shaky, you’re exiting out of the picture and scrolling down for more. 

The next post is a video seemingly taken from the very same instance: it was from the point of view of the beautiful man. Facing downwards, as he zoomed the camera in on his bulge and ran one vein-covered, ringed hand down his abs- down his pelvis- down to that throbbing erection and squeezed himself through his towel. 

And then through your speakers echoes out the most pornographic moan. 

Thank goodness your dorm had thick walls. 

And that’s when you decide that you’ve seen enough.

Not enough as in enough enough to block this strange man and move on with your life- of course, not. As quickly as your fingers would possibly let you, you’re exiting out of the video and scrolling up to a bio that seemed to have more to hide than the first time you read through it. 

The link stands mockingly stark - almost winking at you - against the dark background. You think you know what it is.

And you click on it.

Suddenly, your laptop screen’s flooding with a gaudy pink color. A loading circle swivels in the middle of it for a few seconds, before you’re met with a logo in swooping, slanted black script: C4mBoyfriends. Better than that boy in your dms.

Rapidly, you’re opening up a new tab and typing in the name.

“C4mBoyfriends is an adult streaming platform that hosts webcam performers that choose to label themselves as male. Here they can stream live video, post photographs, and interact on forums with a wide array of paying viewers—for a range of content catering to specific niches or sexual roleplays. C4mBoyfriends, since its recent launch, has shot up in the industry as one of the most-visited adult sites and the safest for its performers. All cuts go to the performers themselves and the site runs on separate donations from its audience.”

Ah- you’d guessed right.

Excitement burbles at the pit of your stomach for a few seconds. You’re clicking back onto the tab with the pink logo, and finding that it’d stopped loading.

It was in the layout of a streaming device, with static images of ongoing streams on one side of the platform, and different pages listed out on top. But what took up the majority of your screen was the vision of the very same man from before- from the mirror selfie, from the video.

This time, it was a stream.

@cursed(your)wombz is streaming—#1 streamer on C4mBoyfriends [101 week streak]. [Only solo]. Your internet boyfriend <3

0 Subscribed.

820k Subscribers.

455k Currently watching.

This time, he had his towel lifted up and his hands fisted around his fat cock.

Perfectly angled. 

Your jaw drops. He was about eight- maybe more inches, though you weren’t in the state to count. Way too entranced by the way his veiny, ring-decorated hands were wrapped around his cock. Large. He was just so loooong and standing tall between wide-spread legs, shiverin’ every time he’s gliding his hand up and down. Up and down. 

Again and again.

Getting faster by the second before he arches-

The edge of his thumb’s reaching for his ruby-red crown—then smearing the glistening liquid that just kept on foaming from the top. He lathers it upon his palm and drags it down his hot erection, making every inch gleam underneath the off-camera lighting.

You’re clicking on a button to increase your volume.

And just in time, too, because then he snakes his left hand down and squeezes his heavy balls- letting out a botched groan that leaves your shorts oh-so-wet. 

Deep and guttural; there’s a slight quiver in them as he whispers. “F-fuck.” Just so full and sensitive—the man’s head tips backwards and his hips buck off the cushioned chair. Sluttily. As though he was fucking something invisible. It’s creaking ever-so-slightly as he settles back down, composing himself just a little bit before he starts cumming.

Pearly white droplets of cum. 

Beading from the very top of his shaft - where he was the most pink n’ angry - shaking as he empties out. Globs of it start to glide down his length, and a few more collect where his silver Prince Albert’s piercing was positioned right beneath his mushroomy tip.

You’re just letting your eyes linger upon that little heap of satiny sap, when the man thumbs upwards and smears that, too. Such a mess.

And you think that might be all- but then he’s reaching his non-dominant hand upwards and pressing down on his frothing cockhead. Stopping himself from cumming - and as he leans to the side, you swear you’re glimpsing the twinkle of even more piercings on the upper side of his shaft. Was that…a Jacob’s ladder?

You’re rendered so damn speechless that you almost don’t register him speaking- “Awwww, did my pretty sluts wanna watch me cum?” 

A shiver runs down your spine at the hitched tone of his voice- drunk on lust. He’s slightly slurring. So alluring, you almost catch yourself nodding.

“Well, too bad.” The man meanly snickers, before he’s suddenly reaching out with his non-dominant hand and angling it higher. The screen shifts to display that very same mouth-watering body from the picture—though, this time with the addition of a black-and-white mask that covered his features from forehead to his sharp jawline. 

The only opening in it was a concave cutout for his mouth - almost reminiscent of a Phantom of the Opera mask. In the background was a clearly expensive bedroom of a clearly expensive home - far different from your single dorm - an artwork that you couldn’t name on the wall behind him. Something like a photograph or a portrait. Something about it was so precise- so cinematic. Like watching a movie scene. He continues, “Because you know why? You don’t deserve it.”

There’s a flurry of comments on one side of the screen, so fast that you wonder how he reads it.

“Didn’t I tell you to spam me with your nastiest stories in the chat?” He asks, and from beneath his mask you catch the outline of dark eyes shifting down those hurried words. Those needy comments. “None of you are nasty enough, so none of you get to see me cum…”

You’re tearing your eyes off of him to peruse what they were saying.

@girrrrrrrrrrth: nuuuuuu please, curse! i’ll get on my knees!!

@vampzo333: me too ME TOO

@likezmenpregnant: My story about the body pillow wasn’t nasty enough? TT

@CCpervnextdoor: AWWWW I’m begging~

@Curse’swifey: I’LL PAY YOU EXTRA PLEASEEEEEEE

@Curse’swifey donated 500 cherries.

“Tch- what a desperate bunch. Just fucking look at yourselves…” And though his words weren’t in the least bit nice, you couldn’t deny just how badly he made your cunt twinge. 

Curse…that’s what his name was, huh?

You’re squeezing your thighs together- your sleep shorts were definitely soaked. 

Curse rolls out the kinks in his neck just a little, and stares down at the camera with a crooked grin. “But that’s not gonna be enough. I said to be nasty- so be nasty.” The active chat becomes nothing but a blur once more: pleas, donations, stories half-typed in their urgency. “And in return I’ll moan whatever name you want me to moan when I cum.”

Before you know it, you’re opening up the sign-up page in a new tab.

Keeping Curse’s livestream playing in the background as you zip through your details. You’re picking out a username for yourself: Ietsmakeamovie and hastily going back to the ongoing stream with your newfound handle. Was it too obvious to make it the same username as your other account? The one that he had stalked?

Fuck- you’re too wound up to think of something else at this point. You decide that you’ll change it later…

Luckily, Curse’s stream didn’t have a paying threshold before you could comment. And you’re jittery with excitement as you pull the laptop closer to yourself and start typing out something—hitting send before you could overthink it.

@Ietsmakeamovie: Seeing you is the first time I’ve gotten this wet.

Curse’s eyes drift down the chat, and he seems to latch onto something. Eyes widening just a fraction.

“The first time?”

Fuck.

You’re feeling a jolt at the way he addresses you - never expecting him to pick out that comment amongst tens of thousands of others that were uttering even filthier things. Curse leans in and speaks with his deep tone, “Those other boys didn’t know how to treat a perfect pussy like yours, huh? This is why they call me the Internet boyfriend, baby.”

@Ietsmakeamovie: Yeah.

@Ietsmakeamovie: Fuck, you’re so hot.

@Ietsmakeamovie: I don’t even wanna look away to touch myself.

You feel embarrassed typing it all out - but you console yourself with the notion that no one here knows who you are. And you don’t know anyone here, either.

Curse leans back and starts pumping his cock even harder—taking his left hand off the drivelling top. His milky-white precum is frenzied n’ sticks to his hand like glue, and the chat grows more and more excited as Curse’s actions do the same.

“That’s alright, baby, you don’t have to finger yourself.” He chuckles, eyes locked on the comments. “I’d be doing that for you if I was there.”

@Ietsmakeamovie: Wish you were. You’d reach so much deeper.

@Ietsmakeamovie donated 1000 cherries.

“Fuh-fuck—” He hisses, head throwing back in his chair. You take the time to admire the lines of his prominent Adam’s apple - the way it bobs every time he’s taking a shaky swallow. “No need to donate or anything, baby, just keep- ngh, talking t’me like this and that’s enough…”

@0003h0lesforCurse: holy shit. i’ve never seen him like this.

@CCpervnextdoor: Needy Curse I like it~

@bewbsRlife: KEEP GOING OP KEEP GOING!!

You giggle to yourself.

@Ietsmakeamovie: Enough to make you cum, Curse?

“Greedy, greedy girl…” Through the slightest gaps in his mask you’re catching the way his nose crinkles in amusement. A wolfish smile. “S’that what you all want?”

The chat explodes in agreement.

He cocks his head, “Movie?”

Was that your new nickname now? Hastily, you reply-

@Ietsmakeamovie: Mhm.

“Well then…” He grins, toned body arching off the chair. “Get ready for a show—” Darkened gaze narrowing at the comments, “And you better not take your eyes off of me for a single second- hump your damn pillows if you have to. I don’t care.”

Quickly grabbing your own puffy pillow, you’re stuffing it between your legs.

Right as Curse lets his head loll backwards- and his cum drizzles out of his cock. He’s been edging the poor viewers and overstimulatin’ himself for so fucking long now—all it takes is a few pumps to let the cascade of white coat his hands and his rings. Just the slightest bit of silver peaking through.

Hard and fast.

The man’s cockhead flushes even redder as he drags his high out deliciously. Every burst of dopamine. Every heaving pant. Every pretty moan escaping him. 

It seems to be ramming into him in waves- gooey ribbons of seed coat his digits. Getting smeared like a gloss across eeeeevery single inch, ridge, and vein—and since Curse’s pace was something furious, a few globs of cum splatter across the towel and onto his thighs. A mess that he’s seeming to love.

Because in the next few seconds, he’s wrung out just the final bits of pleasure in him- and is raising his cum-coated fingers up to his mouth and sucking. Staring straight into the camera lens as he does so.

You’re watching slack-jawed as those long, lacquered digits disappear between his lips. Finishin’ them off squeaky clean and letting his head tip to the side.

He mouths, “Movie—”

Part of your username.

Though you hadn’t asked for him to moan your name, as he’d promised to do to one of the viewers had they been nasty enough. And this special treatment…

Maybe he did it to every new viewer. Maybe he just liked how much you complimented him- though everyone else did, too. Either way, it’s perhaps what sets off the bursts of electricity between your legs—and soon enough you’re hurtling into a high you hadn’t even realized had been building up and up and up.

Your lashes flutter shut as the orgasm overtakes you. 

Hips ruttin’ away into the plushness of your pillow- you wonder just how much better riding him would be…

And that’s setting off a whole new layer of dopamine at your core, your cunt quiverin’ as white-hot pleasure makes your heartbeat throb in your ears. Chest pounding. Breaths heavy.

By the time you’ve finished pushing through your high, you’re coming to find that Curse had somewhat cleaned himself up with the towel and was bantering back n’ forth with the chat. He rests his head on one hand and sweeps his eyes down the usernames, “What happened to dear Movie, huh?” Curse pretends to pout. “The first stream wasn’t too much for her, right?”

@girrrrrrrrrrth: kekekeke you’re too freaky, curse!!

@CCpervnextdoor: So dirty~

@daddytoeknee: Must thank Movie for the show though…

Urgently, you’re gathering yourself and tapping a few buttons on-screen.

@Ietsmakeamovie subscribed to @cursed(your)wombz. 

@Ietsmakeamovie donated 2500 cherries.

@Ietsmakeamovie: It’d never be too much.

“Ahhh, there you are.” Such a beautiful smile smears across his face, and Curse’s leaning in to take a closer look at the comments. “And thank you for subscribing, same time tomorrow?”

You’re unsure whether that was directed at you or everyone viewing- but you’re chiming in agreement alongside the rest of the comments. And Curse reads through them, lingering for just a little while longer before he grins.

“Heh- bye, sluts.”

And he covers the camera, the stream cuts off. 

Yet your heart still thunders.

Ignoring the time at the bottom of your laptop screen, you’re then clicking on his profile and scrolling through what other videos he had…

.

.

.

It was your fault that you kept dozing off.

Honestly. 

You should have known better- and you know that you should’ve known better…but you couldn’t help yourself. After Curse’s initial stream, you spent some time browsing through the numerous photographs and short clips that he’d posted; there were even some saved streams that were each dirtier than the last—each with his attractive mask and his even more attractive voice, his sensual cock getting pumped over and over for the audiences.

And so you’d left a few comments, a few hearts.

Throughout all of them, you made the peculiar discovery that they were all more high-quality than the last. The standard of being the #1 on the site, you guess. But the lighting and angles were all just so perfect…

You’d watched them for just a little while- at least, what you’d thought was a little while. Because by the time you’re realizing that your laptop battery was dying, and your eyes were tired, you’re turning your head in the direction of the dorm windows and- fuck.

Why was the Sun coming up?

And so you’d rushed to get at least half an hour of sleep before you had to get up for your 8AM lecture. 

Professor Yaga taught Film 101 as though he was trying to scare everyone off it. Rigorous coursework and never-altered deadlines. Though you yourself wouldn’t consider him an unreasonable man, it was impertinent to be punctual and alert in his classes - and right now, you were feeling neither of those. 

By the grace of the universe, you’re somehow managing to stumble into class just two minutes after it starts. It’s not enough to rouse Yaga’s anger - and either way, you had made a name for yourself as one of his most avid students - though it does get you a sternly raised brow as you apologize and take the nearest open seat.

Just-so-happening to be in the very last row. 

At the very forgotten corner.

Right beside who you knew to be Yaga’s actually most avid student—Choso Kamo.

Had it been a race between the two of you - perhaps between the entire department - Choso would have finished five times before anyone’s even stepping past the finish line. You would’ve gotten second. And that wasn’t to diminish your abilities in any way - you’d long since proven yourself to be one of the best students this course had even seen - it’s just…Choso was a film nerd through and through. 

If there was anyone that could live up to such a title, then it was him.

Choso lived, slept, and breathed film and television. He could name any television show around the world with just a single frame, and most he could recite line-for-line. Oh, that? He learned Korean just to immerse himself in that scene in Parasite. That scene? It was from the 1957 Sri Lankan film Amba Yahaluwo, by the way did you know that Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom was filmed there, too?

Knitted vest. Hair in two messy space buns. 

Clunky glasses rested atop his nosebridge, and dark bangs covering most of his vision, you’d often see him tottering around campus with a column of books that was damn-near taller than him. And despite his towering demeanour - from your mental counting, Choso was around 6’2 or more - around most of the student body, he was the type that couldn’t meet your eyes no matter how many classes you shared with him.

Even now, as you seated right next to him and smiled- Choso softly yelps and turns away from.

You don’t take it personally, of course, as he was simply the shy type. And by the flush that rises to his high cheekbones, you know he - at the very least - doesn’t dislike you.

Situating yourself, you’re opening your bag and pulling out your laptop. Opening it- fuck.

The briefest flash of one of Curses’s previous streams—where he had his cock in his hands and his face contorted mid-ecstasy flashes across your screen. And you can’t slam your laptop shut fast enough- cracking it just the slightest bit to exit out of the numerous tabs, fingers nothing but a blur. Thank fuck your volume hadn’t been set on high.

Head ducked, you’re looking out from the corner of your eye to check whether Choso had seen anything. 

But if he did, he shows no indication.

Only keeping his back ramrod straight- his gaze ahead- his flush fiery as he listens to whatever Yaga was saying. 

And so you think you’re in the clear…for now…

Opening your laptop up once more, you’re logging onto your lecture platforms and attempting to forget about last night. Which was difficult when that smile upon Curse’s face, just beneath his mask - was the only thing running through your mind.

And before you know it, you’d been staring blankly at your screen for a few seconds—before Choso inches in just a centimeter closer. Unwilling to let himself take up even more space. He keeps his eyes trained ahead and his voice - fuck, you’d never heard his voice before but it was just so deep and measured, something you wouldn’t have expected out of him - low. 

Whispering to you, “H-he’s on Chapter 18 of Stone Butch Blues, we’re about to write a screenplay for the zoo scene.” 

“Ah…” You don’t know whether you’re more surprised at the timbre of his voice or the way he managed a proper sentence out to you. All your previous attempts at conversation throughout the semester had been futile—and you’d long resigned yourself to the idea that he was too nervous to ever talk to you. “Th-thank you.”

He doesn’t answer but nods in shy acknowledgement.

And as you’re opening up your file, you bask in the realization that Choso Kamo was actually hot underneath those glasses. If only you could see his features further…

Maybe you’re being a little delirious. Your eyes feel heavy. 

Heavy.

Heavier. 

Tap-tap-tap.

A shake.

Tap-tap-tap-tap.

A warm hand on your shoulder, by the time you’re opening your eyes- you’re looking up into even warmer, molten chocolate-colored ones. They were framed by fawny eyelashes and thick glasses that made his shy gaze seem ever-so-slightly amplified. 

You think you’re stunned for a few seconds before Choso speaks, “U-um…class is over.”

“Oh.” That makes you dart your head up and look around, noticing that most of the students had filtered in or were in the process of already doing so. “Oh, shit-”

You’d seriously slept through all that?

And Yaga had left you alive?!

No, you weren’t going to question this act of mercy—thank goodness for the last row, because he likely hadn’t been able to see you. Shooting upright, you’re grabbing all your things and hoping you hadn’t snored next to the sweet boy - “Thank you so much for waking me.” You’re turning towards him and saying, earnestness seeping into your tone. “Knowing me, I would’ve slept right through till next class. Might actually have been more convenient.”

He startles into a laugh then raises a hand up to his mouth and quietens himself down, “It’s alright.” You’re staring closely at the little bells of laughter, and he turns his eyes downwards. Bashfully admitting, “Happens to me too, whenever I stay up um- studying. Long night?”

You sigh, “You could say that…” Not a long night studying, but…

And as the conversation quietens down and Choso worries down on his bottom lip, you’re hiking your backpack up on your shoulders and saying. “Well, I guess I should be going then. Catch up on the recordings of the lecture and everything-” Turning, “See you ‘round—and thanks again.”

You make all of five steps before Choso finally gathers up the courage to call out-

“Wait—!”

Confused, you’re facing him once more. “Yes?”

And his hand was out, his fingers were slightly trembling. He was mouthing out the words as though still debating whether to speak them into existence - whether he was capable of. “I…we-” Eventually mustering up the courage once you give a reassuring nod, “When will we meet up?”

That makes you pause.

Was he…

“F-for the assignment.” Choso clarifies, a flush rising to his cheeks as he likely realizes he should’ve led with that. “Professor Yaga’s mid-semester project he always does…”

Ah—you’re clapping a palm on your forehead. How could you have forgotten? Yaga had announced at the start of the semester that about halfway through, the class would be paired up or put into groups to work on a collaborative project that contributed to about 50% of your grade. This semester, it was to write a full-length movie screenplay for a book or musical of your choice. And you’d been excited for it, in fact, but after the…activities of last night it’d completely slipped your mind that he’d be delving more into it this lecture.

And the poor boy stumbles through his explanation, “H-he let everyone choose their partners, and I wanted to wake you up but…you just looked so peaceful.” He fidgets with his fingers and flushes, “I th-thought one of your friends would come up here and choose you but-”

Probing him gently, “But?”

“B-but I’m afraid you ended up paired with me.” Choso just looks so genuinely apologetic- “I’m sorry- no one picked me either. I should’ve woken you up, but we can go talk with Professor Yaga about changing partners if you’d like-”

“Hey—wait.” You’re cutting off his spiel, something in your chest aching at the utterly devastated furrow between his brows. You take a step closer to him, “I would love to do the project with you, Choso. No need to talk to Yaga about anything.”

He looks up at you with wide, disbelieving eyes. “B-but your friends…”

“I don’t really have close friends in this class, anyway.” You smile, “I’d much rather do it with you.”

“Really—?” Breathed. As if he couldn’t believe it.

And it’s after some time - and a deep inhale - that he speaks again. Finally sinking in that someone would choose him of all people—that you would, that he speaks again. “And um- would you like to work on the script at my place?” Before you can answer, his breath hitches and his head shoots up. “N-not that I’m pressuring you into…it’s nothing weird, I promise! We can meet anywhere else you like- the library, your place- wait, no that’s weird, too…”

“Choso- Choso.” You giggle. And if this was anyone else then you would’ve assumed that they were putting the moves on you. “I’m okay with your place.”

.

.

.

The apartment was a fair distance away from the campus dorms. 

Which made sense, you suppose, given the fact that less than half the people there would be able to afford the rent on such a place—especially after tuition. The highrise dove into the clouds, its vermicular body scaled in glistening windows and gold-accented furnishings within. You got the distinct feeling of being swallowed whole as you entered through the widely-gaped entrance, with several doormen and security that eyed you up and down, bowed at Choso.

You thanked them and made your way - slightly speechless - through the hallways.

This was everything you could ever dream of, and you’re sure you spot the odd actor or two down in the lobby. As you’re getting into an elevator the size of your entire dorm room, Choso punches in one of the highest floor numbers and turns to you-

Throughout the bus ride here, you’d been the one chattering away. And so it surprises you once he finally speaks, “I-I’m sorry…my place is a bit of a mess.”

“Can’t be as bad as mine. I won’t judge.” Who cares about a mess when he lives in a place like this? You couldn’t wait to go inside…

He pushes his chunky glasses upwards and gives you a shy smile, “Thank you.” Looking down at his polished shoes, “You’re so sweet.”

“Thank you.” 

And you rise upwards in silence.

Soon enough, you’re finding yourself being led up to his massive apartment. He’s punching in the numbers of the code and setting his backpack down—telling you to make yourself comfortable. And you shuffle inside awkwardly; past the lavish furnishings and the alien-shaped lamps that all rich places seemed to boast. 

He leads you in the direction of the master bedroom - where Choso said that his film collection was vast and likely to reveal techniques that the two of you would be able to incorporate into your own script.

“I even have a copy of Momijigari- it’s one of my most prized possessions.” He shoots you such a charming smile, eyes twinkling behind his glasses, over his shoulder. Heading inside. 

And you can’t help but follow.

A single step inside his not-so-humble abode and you’re feeling a sudden sense of déjà vu wash over you, rendering you unsteady on your feet. Not quite sure why, you’re sweeping your eyes around the space: the high-quality camera equipment in one corner (not unusual to see for a film student), the chic furnishings, and then over to the empty wall space above the king-sized bed, something in you remained dissatisfied as they find nothing there but white plaster.

Choso notices that you’ve stalled behind and looks over at you curiously—he was taking a seat on the carpet, laptop opened up on top of the coffee table. “Something wrong? I’m sorry, I know it’s really messy but-”

“No, you’re good.” You shake your head, “It’s actually not messy enough.”

He smiles.

That night, you went home and wondered why Choso’s smile looked so familiar.

.

.

.

The musical that you’d chosen for your ‘adaptation’ was The Phantom of the Opera, suggested by you, of course.

And if there had been any connection to the masked man you’d been watching the night prior, then you were just glad that Choso had no idea.

It was far easier, given the fact that it’d already been adapted from the initial novel—though that only meant that Yaga would be critiquing yours even harder. 

So you had to strive to be more cinematic, than the others in your class, stronger in ways than the ones before you - and though you doubt you’d ever match up to Schumacher’s visuals, there was little doubt as to whether you’d be the best amongst the students. This was a screenplay made to impress, and in the week since you’d pored over it—and Choso Kamo’s mahogany coffee table typing away at it, you only grew more determined in the fact. And throughout the week, you’ve been flitting in and out of that very apartment of his.

Choso had been a lovely partner for the project - the best you could’ve ever asked for - and you’re coming to find that he was actually far more funny than anyone ever gave him credit for. Far more open. Far more active when it came to something he was passionate about.

And of course, you knew that he’d be sweet.

Despite his initial insistence that he could do the project himself, you’d taken up half the work. And you’d joined him in browsing through his massive catalogue of movies, in searching up screenplays to read, and in annotating them for techniques when starting to write yours.

You’ve come to make friends with one of the doormen by now. 

Just today you’d watched the 2004 Phantom of the Opera adaptation. And after a few hours of occupying his space and getting to know the nerdy boy a little better, you’d go straight back home to…Curse.

Whenever Choso made you feel tingly with his sweetness, Curse would amplify that heat to right between your legs. 

It’s been a week of getting to know Choso Kamo, and a week of having Curse splashed across your laptop screen—cock furiously hard n’ his moans echoing. He’d smile and utter your username whilst wearing his iconic mask and it’d be a high strong enough to follow into the day after. And often Choso would ask you what you’re so happy about.

Today, in particular, Curse had just finished one of his streams - cumming aaaaaall over the desk this time - when he’d settled himself back down and started chatting with the comments. Responding to one or two of yours.

You’re just about to joke about why he was sticking so long after his orgasm when he speaks once more- 

Voice somewhat serious, “Alright, now…settle down, settle down.” Curse waves his hand airily at the camera, throwing a middle finger up when the chat only gets more frenzied. “Tch- what brats you all are, would you wanna roleplay that someday?”

@vampzo333: YES PLEASE.

@likezmenpregnant: How about you be the brat…?

@Ietsmakeamovie: I would like that. 

@sixeyesorsixh0les: ^^

@0003h0lesforCurse: ^

“Fine fine…” Underneath the mask, he rolls his eyes fondly. “But I really do have something to announce-”

@likezmenpregnant: You’re pregnant.

@Ietsmakeamovie: I’m the father-

@Curse’swifey: NO MEEEEEEEEEEE!!

“I’m thinking of getting a partner for these streams.” He finally admits, rubbing his chin as though still in thought. And your heart stops-

@bipplruletheworld: so down.

@Cursenoticeme44: Omg yeeeeeeeeees!!

@daddytoeknee: YESYESYES.

The chat practically explodes, and you’re unsure what to feel about it—after all, you don’t know Curse and it’d be strange to feel a little possessive over his solo streams, however, you did have your preferences. But then again, you can’t help but imagine just how much hotter it would be to have two people- perhaps to see him make expressions he never has before…

Ultimately, you’re quiet as Curse leans in and scans the chat. His brows furrow just a little as he sweeps through the blurring usernames, “I dunno…I’m still thinking about it- I haven’t even asked this person, to be honest. I just wanted to know what you guys thought.” Nodding his head along or huffing out laughter at some of the comments, “Movie?”

You jolt—at being called out.

He wanted your opinion specifically? You suppose you did contribute to about half his comment section most streams.

But you stall as your fingers reach for the keyboard. 

Biting down on your lip and contemplating for a little while. Though he waits as patiently as ever-

@Ietsmakeamovie: I don’t mind!!

Something seems to wash over him as he reads your comment, nodding. “I see.” 

He moves onto something else and his expression was indiscernible. 

You’re flickering your eyes to the artwork behind him, the small corner of it peaking into the frame, and it suddenly hits you that it’s the theatrical poster of The Phantom of the Opera (2004).

.

.

.

It can’t be.

It can’t be.

It can’t be.

There’s something your brain was telling you that you’re absolutely refusing to believe—after all, how many people in the world loved The Phantom of the Opera? Hell, how many people in the world have watched The Phantom of the Opera?

That didn’t mean that everyone you came across had a secret identity as one of the hottest streamers on C4mBoyfriends.

You were being paranoid, you told yourself. You were being utterly silly- and the next time you’re going over to Choso’s apartment was the very next day. Which wasn’t entirely ideal, given how much you’d tossed and turned after Curse’s last stream conjuring up all the possibilities…but Yaga wouldn’t accept a request for an extension even if you were set on fire in front of him. And so you went.

The pit of your stomach twists as Choso swings the lavish wooden door open and gives you a beaming smile. So innocent. So sweet.

He shakily pushes his glasses up as he welcomes you in. “Come in—s-sorry if I took a while to get to the door, I’ve been doing some decorating recently.”

His nervous smile is what makes you find your voice. And you’re dubiously looking around the luxurious apartment, “You need to do some decorating?”

“Believe it or not, yes.” Choso huffs. “Would you like something to drink? Or maybe to eat? I checked out that bakery you recommended last time and you’re right- they have the best Danish pastries.”

“Actually, Choso…” You’re shaking your head, shooting him a grateful smile. “I’m good. I’d think I’d prefer to start right away, if that’s alright? I really wanna get to Act 2 today.”

“O-oh, of course—!”

And he’s sweetly guiding you inside, whilst you attempt not to look like you’re taking two steps at a time. Back to that familiar room. Back to that familiar desk. Back to that (somewhat) familiar bed which most certainly did not have an artwork from The Phantom of the Opera on it—

You open the door and the first thing you’re seeing is the familiar plane of that white mask. The Phantom. 

Choso follows behind you and catches you staring at the poster. Gravelly tone echoing from behind, “I told you I did some decorating.”

And you jump-

Swivelling around to find him bearing you a sheepish smile, “Sorry if I startled you.” He pushes those chunky glasses up, “Tea?”

“S-sure…” You breathe, if anything for a thing to occupy your mouth with. Wait- not like that—!

And as Choso disappears down the hall, you’re taking a seat on the bed you’ve sat on countless, countless times before without a single care in the world. Now you’re sinking into the very - the very - edge as though it’d swallow you whole.

Body just resting on the plush comforter before-

“Hey, so I also have coffee if you would prefer?” Comes Choso’s sudden voice.

And you’re startling once more- “Just tea is fine, thanks.” Barely managing to get that through your lips, you’re watching as he disappears…as the sound of his footsteps echo…

Before darting off the bed and now heading towards the camera equipment you’d noticed in the corner the first time you’d been here. What you’d assumed to be part of another one of his classes or personal projects. Now, you’re leaning in and wondering with just which camera he showed his pretty cock off to millions, at just what height of his tripod he made your cunt so heated. 

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck this was real.

Now, you’re noticing things in the room that you’d never noticed before. Like the ring light kept underneath his bed, and the dresser in the corner with numerous rings- those weren’t costume props or anything. They were pure silver.

Heavy.

Heavy, like the pit in your stomach—excited and swirling. Just trembling at the tips of your fingers - ever-so-slightly - you’re reaching out as though to touch it, as though to feel the alternate version of Choso that you knew longer than you knew Choso-

“Ah, so you’ve realized.”

And then his voice permeates the room.

The room that suddenly seems smaller, the room that suddenly seems to rise ten degrees in temperature - though goosebumps skitter across your skin. And almost as though in a horror movie, you’re turning in slow motion to face the bespectacled man who was now holding up a tray of steaming hot tea. 

He walks over soundlessly and sets it on the coffee table with a slight click! And besides that, Choso walks over to the dressing table and puts his silver rings on.

One by one.

His eyes hold court with yours through the mirror, “How long?” Voice a deep timbre. 

You’re taking a step closer without even realizing, “Um…just last night. Just now- actually.”

He chuckles and you realize he’s asking how long you’ve known about Curse.

“I-I found you by chance. About a week ago, actually…” And then you say what’s been on your mind ever since you had, “Ever since you liked and unliked my repost.”

“Ah, a rookie mistake.” Choso comments. “I should have known better than to stalk using my public account.” And with all rings now put on and glinting in the lighting of his bedroom, Choso shuffles through his jewellery tray to pluck his earrings in and one eyebrow piercing. And then…one lip piercing—a lip ring that twinkles mischievously as he smiles.

He rises and you think you’ve never quite appreciated his built frame. 

His deep eyes as they’re locking in on you. Echoing out, “Though…you really can’t say much- can you, Movie?”

And though you knew that he knew- you can’t stop the zaps of electricity running through your body. 

Sputtering out, “Yeah-” Your fists clench and you’re looking up at the object of both your fantasies and your secret interest these past few days - melded into one. “Yeah, I really can’t. Choso you’re so…”

“Different?” He fixes his glasses, “Though I really am shy, I can’t deny that- especially around you. But it helps to be a little more antisocial when I’m around idiots.”

He leans in closer- so close that his scorchin’ hot breath wafts across your features. You have no idea how you’d diminished such a distance so soon…

“And if my memory serves me right-” Choso taps on the edge of his chin, in mocking thought. “-I seem to remember that Movie agreed to have a partner on my stream.” You shiver. And he looks at you adoringly, “So how about it? Wanna make a movie, baby?”

You step a little closer. 

“Only if I get to match wardrobes.”

He chuckles and picks you up to spin you around-

And then it’s getting to work. And then it’s shuffling through his closet to find a mask that matches his own. 

He stretches on the rubber a bit and brings it to you—“I bought this one when I first started, but it ended up being too tight- I think it’d be just the one for you.”

It was. It fit perfectly.

And then he paces around the room and starts to set up- before Choso’s gaze catches you hovering around the bed, and then he’s clicking his tongue and forgoing the tripods altogether. With just the professional lights and the high-quality camera, Choso places the camera on top of the coffee table. Facing the foot of the bed - everything and anything could be seen.

Just with a few clicks he’s started the stream.

And with just a little nudge he’s urging you to sit next to him. 

“Hello, my little sluts—” Choso- or should you say Curse croons towards the camera. On one of his monitors you can see him being projected there - waving, in his knitted vest that clashed with his mask. You stand off awkwardly out of sight from the camera. He smiles. “As you can see, things are a little different today…”

@girrrrrrrrrrth: uuuuuu change of angle!! change of angle!!

@bewbsRlife: ARE WE GETTING A SURPRISEEEEEEE??

@likezmenpregnant: Pls be pregnant, Curse <3

“No- no, I’m not pregnant.” He laughs, “But I have been thinking about what we talked about last night.”

@bipplruletheworld: omg this can’t be…

“And guess what? I did what you guys told me about- and I talked to her.”

@bipplruletheworld: yessssssss

@yoyoyoureinmypuss: I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE^^

@bewbsRlife: WOOOOOO-

@daddytoeknee: Omg where’s Movie, Ik she’d love this- heh. Imagine this WAS Movie though…

“So, my little sluts…” Choso announces, “I’d like to introduce you all to my new partner—” And he’s reaching out and clasping your wrist, looking up to check for reassurance before continuing. Miming whispering to the camera, “And this is her first time on stream, so be nice…”

You’re sheepishly walking into their view. 

Slightly bowing your intrusion into the stream, “Th-thanks for having me?”

“Isn’t she cuuuuute?” He asks the commenters, and there’s a flurry of agreements. You’re even spotting a few questions about your name n’ interests, even kinks, amongst those - all of which Choso waves off with a laugh. “Now now—we can have the Q&A later. For now, let’s get to the fun part…”

@Curse’swifey: FUCK THAT’S MY FAV PART-

@2coolforcond0ms(i’mavirgin): Movie you’re missing out on a historic moment uwu

And the fun part consisted of clamoring onto the bed as fast as lightning. Letting the mattress dip n’ creak its protests out as Choso sits on it with his back turned to the camera, then lovingly pats his manspread thighs as a signal for you to climb on. Meaty muscles. Thick enough for you to want to sink your teeth into- how could you never have noticed?

Perhaps because this was the polar opposite of how he acted when he was on campus - always keeping to himself, never taking up too much space. Now he was practically vacuuming it all up so you had nowhere else to sit.

And you were more than happy to climb onto Choso Kamo’s lap.

Sitting your ass down on his readily-awaiting seat. From under your skirt you feel something hot—and throbbing between his legs. Cylindrically shaped and curved to the left.

Just the slightest movement makes his rock-hard erection twitch underneath- and you’re whimpering at the lewd sensation. At the way he drips out a hefty dollop of precum that seeps through his trousers and sticks to the front of your panties, making you gasp—“Ch-Cho-”

“Shhhh.” Choso wraps a hand ‘round your throat and cuts you off. 

And before you know it, he’s bouncing his knees to get you to slide your drippin’ pussy up and down his bulge. Up and down. Turning towards the camera, “Ya hear that?” Up and down. “My girl’s so needy- she’s already begging for it. But I dunno if she deserves it, huh?”

@bewbsRlife: I MEANNNN

@theh0rniestsoldier: i’m feeling mean today…

@daddytoeknee: Give her your mouth!!

“Mouth? I love that idea.” Choso titters.

And then he’s giving a teasing slap on the side of your ass cheeks—smack! 

“Please-”

“Sit on my face now, baby.” He purrs, eyes flickerin’ with pure need underneath his mask. Then leaning in to whisper in a loooow tone for only you to hear. “You know Choso, but let’s see if you can handle Curse.”

Then he leans back on the bed - his head pointing in the direction of the camera. 

And you’re shuffling up Choso’s toned, brick-hard body—straddling your knees upon either side of his head, veerin’ your hips right atop that pretty face. You’re sitting - right in front of the camera. Though nothing was revealed…yet. 

And Choso’s digging his tongue up to you instantly- he isn’t even making it past the fabric of your panties. But that doesn’t stop him from lettin’ his tastebuds take a looooong, luxurious lick of your swollen pussy.

Right down your sopping wet slit. 

Suddenly, the room echoes with one of his pornographic moans- the very same ones you’d listened to night after night through your laptop speakers. Now they’re even louder, and somehow even sexier, sending electricity shooting straight up, up, up from your core.

And even more treacherous was the way you’re feeling something cold…and metallic at the very middle of Choso’s tongue. Rock-hard. It takes whatever’s left of your rationality to realize that it’s a silvery tongue piercing smack-dab where his tastebuds kissed your pussy. Scraping alongside where you were most sensitive. 

Instantly; your head tips back and saliva starts bubbling at the sides of your lips. “Fuh-fuck…” And before you know it—you’re starting to drag your throbbing pussy up n’ down his features.

Short, barely-there jerks of your shy, shy hips.

And Choso chuckles huskily to himself at the cute way you were yearnin’ for his mouth. But what you didn’t expect was for him to reach one ringed hand up and squeeze the left side of your hips.

Your only warning.

Before he’s suddenly tightening his hold on you and reaching one more hand up- snaking it beneath your skirt like some pervert. Choso edges towards your throbbing cunt and places one good slap—

It’s the resounding smack! of skin-on-skin that makes you halt more than anything.

Jaw-dropped. Thighs quivering. The white-hot pleasure runs through your spine and leaves you barely hearing his roughened words, a tone lower than you knew his voice to be- as though drunk on the delicious taste of your pussy already. “Greedy, greedy girl…” Choso tuts, “Don’t tell me you’re trying to enjoy yourself without letting our dear audience in on the fun?”

Oh, shit.

You’re letting your head snap to where the camera was positioned and blinking its one gluttonous eye. Comments flooding the screen of the monitor so fast that you couldn’t read them-

You’d completely forgotten about the stream for a second. 

“I—oh, I um.” 

Yet another harsh smack! “Forgot, huh?” Amusement seeps into Choso’s words, as though he’d already guessed the situation.

You admit, “M-maybe…”

“I’m afraid I can’t blame you, baby.” Smack! “Curse’s mouth is too good, huh?” He yammers on and on, his tongue nudging deeper, his rippling tastebuds skidding into every ridge- as if trying to fuck you through your damn panties. “This pussy’s too good–she’s purring f’me already. Hear her?”

And you’re not sure why- but you’re nodding to whatever he says. “Y-yes—fuck.” 

“Mhm. So why don’t we let our lovely audience hear, too, huh?” You’re barely given the time to register his suggestion, before Choso husks out a command. “Lift your skirt up, baby.”

Your thighs squeeze around his head at the notion-

And your fingertips touch the short hemline of your skirt.

@Cursenoticeme44: Holy shit.

@theh0rniestsoldier: i’ve been waiting for thisssssssssss-

@daddytoeknee: WOW.

@girrrrrrrrrrth: bby’s so needy!!

@R€4leater: munch Curse #canon

The chat explodes as you let them bear witness to Choso’s face stuffed between your pretty legs- he’s redly-flushed and ravenous. They could see the slightest glimpse of his nose n’ the way he’s driving it between your sodden pussylips, diving and diving, they could see the glossy layers coating your cunt—and the way Choso’s pink lips come up to suck on it. 

Those handsome cheeks of his hollow out, as he’s makin’ out with your pussy through your panties.

Like a man starved.

Long canines slightly nippin’ at your folds- almost wolfish in mannerisms.

“Oh p-please…” You’re quivering atop him. You don’t even know what you’re begging for—just that it feels so good to have him veering his tongue hungrily against your cunt like this. And you wanted more.

More, more, and more.

Choso’s holding onto your restless hips with a clammy hand- he’s stuck to you almost like adhesive. And he guides your hips - he fucking slows them down - whilst you continue moanin’ and shaking atop his raw mouth. Glistening wet tongue extending even more than its usual length to slide-slide-sliiiiide your panties to the side-

And you’re gasping at the sudden whiff of cold bedroom air against your naked pussy. “Ch-” A spank. “I mean- fuck, Curse?”

“Mhm, m’here, baby.” He drawls out. Slightly slurring with all the extra globs of your pussy juices - pooling straight into your mouth, n’ Choso reaches up and smooches your soft swollen folds to smear it all around. Like some gloss. “M’here aaaaaand- so are 820k sluts that wanna watch you break.”

“B-break?” You’re gaping, “I thought you were just gonna- ngh, eat me out…?”

“Baby, Curse never ‘just’ does anything.” And you’re shocked to find him sliding his tongue out, tipping his head back to refer to the camera on the coffee table. “Isn’t that right, fuckin’ pervs?”

@daddytoeknee: Hell yeah.

@0003h0lesforCurse: duhhhhhhhhh

@yoyoyoureinmypuss: YOU’RE THE BEST CURSE

@Fishygurodad: Fuck, her pussy’s divine.

“Heh…” Choso smiles into your cunt, “And so whaddaya say? How many slaps before I stick my tongue in her?”

@vampzo333: 3

@bbynohuuuuzz: 14

@Ilikepr1menumbers: 29

“Since m’feeling nice- read your favorite one out, baby.” He murmurs.

To which you’re unable to do anything but- you tilt your upper half just the slightest bit closer to the monitor and pick out the first one you can read through the blur of words and numbers:

@Fishygurodad: Until she cries.

Oh.

Your blood runs cold.

Your cunt grows heated.

And before you can either rectify your recitation or beg for mercy—Choso doesn’t hesitate before fixing the rings on his fingers to be slightly higher than before. Making sure they’re in line of him planting one- two- three good, loud spanks on your sobbin’ cunt. “O-oh my god- fuck, mmm, oh my god.”

Until the skin of his fingertips seems to redden, and your pussylips feel raw - “How about that?” He asks- not from you, but from the viewers.

@daddytoeknee: I don’t see her crying yet…also idkkkkk I’m getting Movie vibes.

@girrrrrrrrrrth: movie would’ve loved this-

And then it’s one after the other. Again and again, Choso’s emblazoning the rude outlines of his rings against yours - until you’ve fucking memorized the ridges n’ patterns of the one ring on his middle finger with the carving of an octopus. 

Tentacles flared out.

“Shit, not that damn ring again.”

And as he’s doing so he can’t help himself- fuck, he can’t heeeeelp himself. His canines dig into the sticky fabric of your underwear like a damn dog - and throughout the duration of what his hands were doing, you’re hearing the sharp riiiiip of fabric tearing—!

Soon enough, your panties are tattered and ruined in Choso’s maw- just from his mouth. He spits it out and continues swerving his thickened tips inwards to give a loving pinch on your clit—and you can’t help but burst into peals of shrill, needy cries. Both pain and pleasure mixing as he doles out a final swat-

Before Choso swipes your pussylips apart and spits- the glutinous glob of his saliva landing directly on your hole. He doesn’t give it the time to seep back out—instead, he’s surging up and shoving his face between your legs.

This time, without the barrier of your panties in the way. 

@CCpervnextdoor: HE FUCKING RIPPED IT OFF WITH HIS MOUTH??

@bewbsRlife: HOLY SHIT CURSE-

@Fishygurodad: Shiiiiit, I’d do the same ngl.

And then Choso’s shoving his tongue inside and slurpin’ all around your wet hole like a damn animal…

In and out.

In and out.

Probin’ into slippery sweet spots.

Chin hitting the back of your slit. Plastic mask rubbing against your clit. 

Choso’s pierced tongue was going absolutely fucking wild inside of you. He wastes no time before gripping either side of your cute hips and slammin’ your pussy down onto his mouth- hard and fast. The perverted nerd is slashing his tongue inwards, smearin’ apart your glue-covered folds. As deep as he could go. He doesn’t care if it hurts, he just needs to make sure that loooong slick muscle of his tastebuds were scrapin’ every inch of your walls.

With the curved tip of it, he flexes it against a sweet bundle of nerves. Making you buck with a pitchy moan of his name—“Ch-Cuuuurse—!” And the sensation was made even more delicious with the way his orb tongue piercing presses in contrast against your hot cunt. “It feels so good, Curse.”

“I already know.” Choso pipes up- cocky in all the ways you never knew he could be. “I already know- but what about those fuckers watching, huh?”

“W-well…” Spit drivels down your chin, and you’re struggling to keep your eyes focused to read the urgent chat. 

@bipplruletheworld: they’re so HOT!!

@NERDSAREMYBABYGIRLZ: OHHHH WHAT A MUNCH

@daddytoeknee: Me next <3

And it was clear that they were seeing the effect he had on you- how could they not?

Your eyes were dazed and teary, your thighs were shaking like leaves in the wind, Choso was making your body twitch—just from the way he’s reeling his entire tongue out. And breathing out steadily and slowly against your twitchin’ pussylips, freezing cold air that leaves you even wetter on top of him.

He’s unfastening his mouth - leaving it wiiiiide open for all the satiny ribbons of your slick to enter his gullet. And once you’re done- that isn’t enough riling you up.

Choso leaves a good slap on your folds and asks, “So…what about it?” Muffled through his mouthfuls.

“They agree- they agree—” You’re keening out. Star-struck, seeing pleasure burst behind your shuttered eyelids at the sudden stinging. “Fuck- you’re the hck! best I’ve ever had, Curse.”

“I agree.” He hums. And as if this entire ordeal wasn’t sinful enough, Choso’s swashing around the silky-smooth sap he’d collected from your leaking pussy. Letting the flavor seep into his tastebuds, before he’s then spitting again on your pussy. A semi-opaque layer of lewdness that coats your inner thighs in a sheen that catches the lighting. 

Perfect on camera.

You’re squeezing your wettened thighs together and creating an audible squelch!

“Awwww, look- this pussy agrees, too.”

The gooey addition startles you- and you rut.

Only straight down onto his awaiting fingers.

@girrrrrrrrrrth: oh, shit is he…

@legsopenforcurses: With the rings on, too!!

@likezmenpregnant: My show is onnnnn

It’s such a fucking mess for him to navigate- even with his own fingers. Soon enough, you’re arching your back as you feel him intrude a single ringed digit between those utterly swollen pussylips of yours—almost difficult to find your snug hole between them. You’re damn lucky that Choso’s fingers were slender as well as incredibly lengthy.

Because he’s circlin’ your tight orifice a few times - only a few times - before inserting the sections of his finger. Quirking just right and hitting the exact bundle of your nerves.

That infamous g-spot that made you yelp once he starts and keeps on hitting.

And his rings- oh, fuck, his rings.

Just so chunky and textured. They were the perfect designs to press up against your walls and massage them stupid- every drag meant that you’re feeling them dig into ridges n’ crevices you hadn’t even known existed. 

Hitting and hitting. Curling his dexterous finger and scraping- “Fuuuuck, oh my god.” The doughy tip of his finger soon becomes damn-near molded to the area where it was, and your eyes flicker to the back of your head as you continue anglin’ your hips so he could hit it perfectly. “Right there, Curse- r-right there.”

“I know.” Choso rolls his eyes - at least what seems like it underneath his mask. “That’s why I’m hitting it. Honestly…is my girl dickmatized?” He utters as he sucks on your clit—ultimately erupting a sobbing slurp! that makes him nod. “Mhm, I think my girl’s dickmatized.”

Tipping his head back before you can refute his claims. He then addresses the audience-

“Whaddaya think, my little pervs? Dickmatized already…maybe I should go easy on her, huh?”

@olderandR4w: nooooooooooo

@yoyoyoureinmypuss: NEVER.

@Fishygurodad: Go even harder.

“Tough crowd.” And with that said, Choso’s stuffin’ in just a few more fingers. Each with their own numerous rings and sopping wet sounds accompanying them—slurp!

One. 

Two.

You’re counting about three of his prolonged digits pushin’ your tight walls to their limits, rubbing your sweet spots raw with his constant bashing rhythm, before lustful fogginess coils around your brain. And it’s around here that Choso catches onto the glazed look in your eyes and chuckles—

“Ohhhh, you really are dickmatized.” He hums to himself, though you’re sure the professional mic picks it up either way. “And so soon, too. Probably hasn’t had a good finger-”

A fourth being added so that he can scissor apart your velvety channel whilst still multi-tasking with his other fingers to ram into your g-spot.

“-or even a good mouth on ‘er…” To emphasize his point, he presses a dramatically loud kiss upon your clit. One that’s making you bounce n’ bounce your hips atop his clammy face, and grind your throbbing nub down on his pointed nose. The addition of his mask just makes that cool touch even more lecherous. “My poor girl.” Choso still mutters out despite the way he’s gluing your cunt to his mouth. He pulls away from your clit with a loud pop! “What do you think, my slutty audience?”

At the slurring question you’re letting your head down to watch him. “Ch…Curse, what’ve you got on your mind-”

“M’just asking what else you deserve, baby.” He coos. And questions them once more, “How about a little quiz? Which parts of Curse are going to make my poor, poor girl feel the best? A). My fingers. B). My mouth. Or…”

And he pretends to listen to your noisy wet pussy once more.

“Or C…”  You could practically feel the grin plastering against your needy pussy. The way his eyes narrow in sinful amusement beneath his mask- you didn’t have to see his full face to know that Choso was enjoying this perhaps way more than he should. “—all of the above.”

And it was futile to think that they would answer anything else.

C floods your vision.

You’re letting your mouth droop, and your gaze meet Choso’s own between your legs- but you’re finding that you don’t have to say a thing for him to already know the answer.

And as expected, he gives a final roll of his tongue atop your clit - before munchin’ on your aching cunt once more. This time, he’s tunneling his fingers deep into your cavern whilst still licking inside with his prolonged tongue—when stretched out, Choso’s tongue could reach almost as deep as his fingers could.

Your cunt was being stretched-out to lengths you never thought about before.

Not only were Choso’s fingers thicker than yours, but his tongue was something ravenous- no matter how much you’re flinching in sensitivity, he isn’t slowing down. “Mmm-” He groans, barely breathing through even his flared nostrils. You’re hit with the distinct feeling that he thinks he doesn’t even have to breathe as long as he had you on him like this - “Mmm, hold still.”

Taking advantage of the fact to lavish your sensitive inches with kiss upon kiss. To grind his nose down purposefully on your clit. To glide his metallic piercing across those hidden spots. To bash your poor g-spot in again and agaaaain with his fingers before his tongue’s coming to the rescue to soothe the slightly raw sting-

So it’s not long before you’re throwing your head back and cumming.

Perhaps the strongest you’ve ever felt when you’re in the throes of your high.

You barter your hips forwards and keep up a steady pace - one that’s making Choso hit the exact spots you wanted him to during the peaks of your high. The utmost peaks. “Shit—shit, just like that.” Breathless. “K-keep going, baby, it feels so good.”

And he doesn’t even answer - too caught up in fucking you through your orgasm.

In the way you shudder above him. In the way you’re only getting even sweeter by the second-

Bodyheat raising a few degrees in temperature; your heart sings and the bed creaks with how much you’re jostling from above. This was even better than touching yourself to videos of him, there were so many thrills of bliss that he’s wringing out of you- like he’d wring out of himself during his solo videos. 

With both his fingers and his tongue, slurpin’ and sliding. Those doe-like eyes of his are edging straight to the back of his skull as he feels your drenched walls cleeeeench around his pierced tongue, as though it’s the best thing he’s ever fucking felt. And you’re acting on impulse - you really are - because the coffee table was positioned right beside the foot of the bed.

And all you had to do was reach your arm out to grab the simple camera there. Turning it into your point of view as Choso’s sweaty brown bangs stick to his forehead, as sweat trickles down his temple, as he lets out soft yet unyielding moans whenever you’re squeezing your thighs around his head.

@cockycockowner: no homo but that’s the most beautiful man i’ve ever seen.

@theh0rniestsoldier: woah he’s PUSSYDRUNK

@Fishygurodad: Show me his POV.

@daddytoeknee: Don’t you know that she’s his girl now smh?^^

@daddytoeknee: Movie-core- wya ml??

Choso cocks his head and keeps making out with your pussy in all the ways that make your toes curl—pleasure elongating from your orgasm and spreading into every part of you. Your vessels, your cells, your atoms.

They’re all buzzing with pleasure and still aching for more once Choso finally pulls away with a loud pop! of his lips releasing. 

When they do, you’re sneaking a look down at him and noticing just how red n’ swollen they were. Even the skin around his jaw was flushed with the constant ramming contact. And the viewers are just gobbling it up - subscribing bells keep dinging here and there, and everywhere. 

Just a single look at his stats on-screen reveal that Choso’s climbed up to 870k just since you’d started this stream.

And it’s after a little while - after he’s had his fill - that the dark-haired man finally taps at the side of your thigh to gesture for you to get up. Though, even then, he’s tightening his grip on your body—going against his own fucking instruction to press a final few open-mouthed kisses before he’s done.

He chases after your pussy with his maw for a little- before he’s finally sitting up.

And it’s only then that he seems to notice the camera in your hand, blinking his glazed eyes a few times to make sure he isn’t dreaming things up. Once it finally registers, the most attractive grin spreads across his face. “You changed POVs?”

“Had to.” You admit, “I wanted them to see how pretty you are…”

“Guess you finally learned about sharing, hm? Greedy girl.” He chuckles darkly to himself. And then he starts looming closer, “But you realize that the show’s not done yet, right?”

You gulp.

@Fishygurodad: Fuck her already, damn!! I’m only here for her.

@2coolforcond0ms(i’mavirgin): Hate to admit it, but he’s lowk right. I think I’ve discovered I’m bi…

@vampzo333: ^^

@girrrrrrrrrrth: ^^

“So impatient.” He looks at the monitor, reading the chat and tuts. “Honestly- so ungrateful. I should end the stream right here and fuck her on my own terms.”

There’s a frenzied flurry of comments- all of which you were sure were begging for Choso not to stop and bashing that one commenter for attempting to start a revolution. To which you’re only giggling and handing over the camera to him.

Choso - as the expert - then positions it somewhere by the edge of the fluffy pillows: where they’d be able to see the expanse of both your bodies and where you’d soon be connected…

And then you’re shedding your clothes in a hurry- making it to your smart blouse before he’s reaching a hand up and tearing through it. The buttons hit the floor, and at your noise of displeasure Choso merely lets out a half-delirious giggle. 

He leans in and whispers, “I-I have a Phantom of the Opera t-shirt I’d love for you to wear.”

The change in demeanour gives you utter whiplash, and you can’t help but stare at him open-mouthed.

“What?” Choso asks, next moving on to shrugging off his own fabrics. They’re landing on a heap beside the bed, and your lips slightly part at the display of his red-hot erection—it’s just as large and sensual as all those streams had proven him to be. Polished strawberry top. Slender veins along the middle. 

A happy trail of dark brown - nearly black - glistened with the splattered remnant of his precum. Just like the gleaming mess across his chin, mouth, and cheekbones that Choso wore like a medal.

He was slightly longer than even on camera- and even prettier up-close. Way up close- he shuffles his body up yours n’ fucks your tits a few times to dollop out glistening translucent precum across yours tits.

“Lighting’s not the best here.” Choso explains- or at least attempts to pin an explanation onto that. Onto something he’s clearly been wanting to do for so long. “Had to highlight ‘em, baby.”

You scoff, “It’s just…” Throwing a cautious glance at the camera, you lower your voice. “You’re so different from how you are in real life.”

“Oh? And how did you expect me to be, huh?” He positions himself between your legs - wrapping both of them around his waist. Before then thinking better of it and throwing them even more lewdly around his neck instead—his plush priggish tip kisses your entrance. “Did you expect me to be like…”

He trails off.

He doesn’t need to complete the rest of his sentence- and you don’t think you’d have heard him even if he tried.

Because in that very moment, Choso’s jerking his pale hips back a mere few inches—then plopping his globular tip between your pussylips and push-push-puuuuuushing. Fucking past the initial restraint of your first ring of muscle, he’s funneling in some thick inches that make your heels bang against the muscles of his back.

And he doesn’t even seem to notice.

He doesn’t even seem to breathe as he’s letting his cock swerve inside. Get suctioned inside. Get his Prince Albert’s piercing crept down your sensitive innards. Get gobbled up between your greedy legs-

You clench ‘round him and Choso throws his head back with a low, broken moan.

“Oh p-please—” He’s babbling out through unsteady pink lips, a lazy line of dribble starting up from one corner of his mouth. Those long lashes of his flutter as he’s reaching one bulky hand up to grip the headboard, and placing his right one on your hips- keeping you steady.

Fingers trembling. Muscles rippling.

@likezmenpregnant: Woah…make him do that again…

@sixeyesorsixh0les: SUBBY CURSE HELLO??

@whimperwhiteboywhimper: oh I am SO here for this

@Fishygurodad: Whatever…

Your eyes bulge once his throat cracks with what sounds like a whimper—“Please it feels so good.” And though you couldn’t quite make it out, even the chat seemed stunned as Choso punctures out a broken stutter of his hips. Delving a few inches into your goopy insides- though not enough to bottom out completely, as you’re still too wound-up for him to fit completely. And you’re able to pinpoint exactly where he’s using the orbed metal of his first piering. With more to come…“Ngh- oh.” Broken noises emanating into your eardrums and the mic. “It f-feels shooooo good, baby.”

Choso’s head drops into the crook of your neck, and there - and there - you’re feeling his cheeky grin.

And suddenly you’re understanding.

Oh—he was toying with you.

And he was doing it in a way that’d completely fooled you- and perhaps all of his viewers, too.

But before you’re able to open your mouth to bite back something at him, Choso staggers his hips back and gives you a vicious jackhammer with his cock, “O-ohhhhh, my god—” Your toes curl atop his shoulders, slippery with sweat. He hadn’t even rammed all the way inside yet, and yet the slightly left-leaning angle of his shaft was driving you wild.

Big and thick.

Running the slick globe of his tip down your walls, Choso probes a direct hit to that spot you loved so much. And he knew you loved it so much—he’d mapped out your entire pussy earlier, of course.

And yet, he’s still gasping as though the pearls gates of heaven had descended right here and there. He’s letting his sweet caramel eyes widen convincingly as he peers down at you, “I-is that…the spot, baby?”

@Curse’swifey: HE sounds SO NGH.

@daddytoeknee: Daddy likey…

@daddytoeknee: Also Movie would’ve really LOVED this, huh?

You hiss, “Curse, you should already know-”

“But how could I know—?” He exclaims. “This is my first time, after all…” Then Choso’s plastering his clammy tattooed hips - with a snake on the side - to yours, as though the two were connected by the force of the world’s strongest magnets: pulling and pushing, pulling and pushing. Every single battering ram of his mazing cocktip ends up lodged against your sweetly bruised g-spot, marking his circumference out with the sheer pace at which he was hitting it. 

“Shit—” Your nails clench on the sheets, and feeling jealous- Choso guides them to fist his hair instead. “Shit, right there. It f-feels so good-”

“There?” The once-nerdy man breathes out in awe. Disbelief every single time - or at least the mocking imitation of one. Swipin’ a line of precum down your nervy spot once more, “Th-there, baby—?”

Something breathy- octaves higher in his tone. “Yes- yes there-”

“There-” Choked up and ruined. Husky grunts hatching in the back of his throat. There was something there in his words that you couldn’t quite pinpoint—a sort of undertone of primal need, primal amusement as he ruined your pussy with his speedily pap-papping hips, but acted as though he had no idea what he was doing. Every single syllable uttered was met with a thorough whack of his curved cockhead against your particular spot- “There there there there- there-”

“Fuh-fuuuck-”

“So this g-spot’s really m-mine now, baby?” Choso asks. 

You whine, back arching off the mattress. “Yes-”

“Does she really have my mark on it now?”

“Yes…?” Eyes shooting open as you’re half-registering his question in your hazed brain. He bores his dark eyes down at you intensely. And as though to emphasize his point, you’re feeling his perfectly round tip squeezing into your throat by the next few thrusts. Deeper and deeper.

His Jacob’s Ladder starting to ease its frigid way past your entrance and glide across the roof of your cunt. It was a sensation like nothing you’ve ever felt before. 

Choso probes even more, “I-is she really shaped to the shape of my cock now?” 

“Cho—ngh.” Quickly shutting your cockdrunken self up. Quickly reaching a ringed hand up to squeeze your throat- before he’s languidly snaking his way up to squeezing your pretty cheeks together.

Smushing your face in a way that was almost disrespectful- though, not that you were in any state of mind to call him out on it. And there’s a mean inkling in Choso’s tone as he coos, “Awww, b-baby, why aren’t you answering me?” Another rude slap! of his hips make your own sear in flames- that damn strength of his. Those damn piercings of his. “Is your poor, poor Curse not good enough?” 

Before you can answer, he’s looking at the blinking camera. 

“My babies, my girl doesn’t love my cock anymore…”

“I do—I do-” 

Squeezing his doughy-soft restraints - those contrastingly mean fingers of his - around your cheeks. He’s managing to smush your mouth shut and make you echo out the most pathetically pleading whines—as he fucks you. Determined and targeted.

The glossy rotund edge of his tip presses against your g-spot a few more times before you’re managing to make yourself take a peek at the comments on the monitor. 

Almost too far away- almost too blurry with the tears in your eyes. 

@Curse’snewestharem: Awwwww poor bby </33

@CCpervnextdoor: I would LOVE your cock, Curse!!

@girrrrrrrrrrth: is it just me or is he teasing us?

@Fishygurodad: ^^Yeah, he’s totally a fraud.

@Curseswombmommy: ^^girl shut up

“Th-they really think you’re oh-so-innocent…” You’re whispering up at him. Overstimulated tears in your eyes.

Breath hitching every time he’s surging his tattooed hips forwards and hitting that one spot particularly hard. Though there was never such a thing as too hard…

And Choso’s shooting you a secret smile - one just between the two of you - before morphing his expression into that of picture-perfect innocence. Roleplaying the demeanor of his nerdy self on campus, mixed with the utterly sultry—sexual way he was draaaaagging his lengthy cock in and out of your cunt.

Eventually, Choso’s emptying his inches out n’ bruising the bottom of your pussy. All of his nine - you seriously felt nine throbbing inches - inches shaping out the in-betweens of your legs. All of the beaded barbells of his Jacob’s Ladder massaging inside- the slitherin’ feeling of them making themselves at home. Zig-zagging and slithering. 

He feels the sponginess of your cervix and presses a hand down on your abdomen just to make sure, before changing that excitement into one of almost-genuine bafflement- “I-I really bottomed out?” Choso’s pinkish bottom lip juts out and quivers dramatically.

“Of course, you did.” You’re ready to scoff-

But whatever sarcastic sound was in the back of your throat gets quickly dissolved at the sight of Choso with genuine tears in his eyes. Glistening. “But I never- ngh, never thought I’d be able to.” He puts some more merciless pressure on your stomach that makes you buck—

And the only thing you can do is let your head tip back into the pillows.

The only thing you can do is let out a few mottled moans as he rubs over the small tummy bulge he was fucking into you. Pushing his palm down so that he could feel it. 

Whispering out, “I-I never thought this pussy would claim my cock as- ngh, hers, hm?” And for the moment there, you’re completely sure that he isn’t talking to you. Rather, your pussy that was sobbing out squelches after every one of his jackhemmerin’ thrusts. “And it’s not too big, right?”

“N-never—”

“Because m’just a nerd with a- hngh, biiiiiig fuckin’ cock.” How pitiful, right? He’s letting his long, dark lashes flutter as Choso avoids meeting your eyes—as though in shyness. He drills his hips even deeper - one unforgettable strike after the other following every word he spoke. “Just a big- fat- fucking- cock-”

“Please—!” Eventually, your arms reach upwards and you’re grabbing ahold of whatever part of him it is you could reach first. Which just-so-happened to be his bulky deltoids.

Choso’s brows genuinely seem to furrow at the lewdness of you digging your nails into his muscles, leaving your marks for everyone and anyone to see even after this stream has ended. And so he continues in his faux-innocent tone, “Oh? Did that feel good, baby?”

Purposefully slidin’ his cock across your g-spot so that you’d have to cry out. “Y-yeeees—”

“I didn’t even know, baby.” His mouth hangs open, and the most lustrous squelches! echo between your two connected bodies. Your cunt n’ his precum were making such messes…“I had no idea…”

His Jacob’s Ladder leaves your channel feeling raw n’ overstimulated- you feel raw and overstimulated. 

And you’re laid-out on the bed dazed and feeling so fucking good as Choso’s picking his pace up even more, you notice for a split-second that his hands have moved. No longer was he holding onto your cheeks n’ watching you squirm—now, the nerdy man hooks both hands around your sweaty thighs and pins them close to his body.

Holding them in place as he leans down, down, dooooooown until the caps of your knees hit your tits. 

You’re keening at the stretch, and a searing burn spreads from between your pussy and along your hamstrings. How did he even hide such strength underneath those soft knitted vest? Such a body?

Before you know it, you’re being pressed into your first-ever mating press.

And Choso gapes as though he was just as bewildered as you, “O-oh…did I do that?” He’s fucking asking you—however, when your stunned expression bears no answer, he turns and asks the same question from the camera. The bursts of replies obviously agree n’ tease him. And he’s shaking his head ever-so-slightly, “Did I really bend you in- heh-” A slight chuckle escapes him. “—half, baby?”

And what else can you do but nod and nod and nod—? 

“I think this is called a…breeding press?” He cocks his head ever-so-slightly, before shaking his head. “No wait- a mating press.”

“A m-mating press.” You’re repeating lamely.

“I c-can’t believe I’ve folded you into a mating press, baby.” Choso nearly snarls at himself, his hips accelerating until that rouge-tipped cock of his was almost nothing but a blur. “Can’t believe—s’like my body is moving before my mind, ngh. My fat cock’s not hittin’ you too deep, right, my girl?”

“Not in the l-least…”

And he really was long enough to make each and every probe feel as though it was slam-slam-slamming into your throat- the capped crown of his shaft was entering crevices n’ crannies you hadn’t even known you possessed. All marked out precisely by the silvery orb of his Prince Albert’s. 

Just then, after your answer, Choso reaches his left hand up to wrap ‘round your throat - and then hauls you back down to meet his slapping hips.

A thrust even harder than the ones before it.

Your breath gets snatched out of your lungs, dissipating into the heady air filled with the contact-riddled sounds of sex. Hard and fast. Only getting harder the longer you have your ankles looped ‘round his neck—“Not too hard, is it, baby?” Chosos asks you once more.

And you don’t have anything to spit out besides, “Oh f-fuck off.”

He gasps dramatically-

Well, not exactly dramatically. But in a way you knew was fake, and in a way that sends the chat exploding into comments.

The nerd pouts cutely, “Well, that’s not very nice…”

You’re rolling your eyes—right before Choso’s genuinely sending them rolling with his two fingers clamped around your clit. Using the silvery edges of his rings, he runs a few massages that end up with you sobbing and blabbering out your pleasure. 

@Curse’swifey: FUCKKKKKKKKKK they’re both so hot. THEY’RE BOTH SO RUINED.

@peepeesarebetterfictional: they both look like they’re gonna cum soon hehe

@bewbsRlife: CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM

Biting back. “I would argue th-that that’s not very nice, either.”

“But m’just trying to make my gorgeous girl cum…” And from where he’d been looming his pretty face above yours, Choso then lets his head droop down between your tits. During his ravenous pace, he’s roverin’ his mouth all over to kiss and suck at your tits, your nipples.

His cold lip ring drags across your left areola- and he catches onto the way you’re shivering. Before Choso then grabs your nipple between his lips n’ hollows his cheeks out sucking—“Promise m’just trying to make you feel- hah, good.” He mutters, slightly muffled. “Promise I just wanna fuck my cock raw if it means making my lifelong crush feel good…”

“Cho- Curse, are you…?” Your eyes widen.

And his own flap droopily a few times, “Hmmm?”

And that proved it.

That proved it.

Because Choso Kamo could be pretending to be a stuttering, panting, blushing mess on your heavenly cunt all he wanted- he could pretend to be pussydrunk out of his mind. But at the end of the day, it was impossible to hide when pretend turned into something…more. 

When the cocksure streamer that’d been driving you wild all this time morphs into the contentedly pussy-whipped nerd you expected him to be deep down inside.

His eyes genuinely glazed and blinking longingly.

His hair drenched in sweat.

His skin flushed with need- and only flushing even more fiercely the longer he kept his eyes on you. 

Without much ado, you’re throwing your hands around his neck and tuggin’ him as far as he could crane his neck when his entire body feels like collapsing onto you and into your maddening pussy. 

Choso pistons his hips slightly upwards to hear the slurp of his Jacob’s Ladder sliding across your walls, and he grooooans—

“Curse, baby…” You hum.

“Mhmmmm?” He replies with half-lidded eyes. Barely focused.

This was the big, bad #1 streamer on C4mBoyfriends? As though sensing your thoughts, Choso’s fingers grow a little more frenzied on your clit. “I need you to cum inside, okay?”

He jolts at the idea- that sinful, sinful idea. Before chuckling, “Never had any other plan, baby.” And then he turns to the camera, “What do you think, fuckers? Think my girl deserves to cum?”

@Fishygurodad: Yes.

@Curse’swifey: YES.

@likezmenpregnant: Yesssss~

@girrrrrrrrrrth: yesyesyes.

@daddytoeknee: Hell yeah-

He’s holding out a little longer to make sure there wasn’t a single ‘no’ in there - and had there been one, you’re sure that Choso would have stopped and edged your incoming orgasm until it was a wave of complete agreement.

Luckily for you, they liked you.

And all he does now is press down harder on your g-spot from inside, lingering, and massage a pretty heart on your clit once more, lingering—before a final, thorough stroke is all it takes for you to hurtle into your second high of the night.

For you to arch your body into his chest, and shutter your eyes. “Ch-Cho…” 

Barely a whisper. He’s crashing his mouth into yours to make sure that secret between you two isn’t revealed. And you’re moaning deeply into Choso’s mouth as you cum—“Feels so- oh. It feels so…”

“Mhmmmm.”

Unable to even find the words.

The only thing you can do is riiiiiide out the massive wave of your high. It’s torrential; pure bliss floods your system from head-to-toe, and no matter how much you’re squirming your overstimulated hips, Choso only succeeds in batterin’ away his pierced cock into eeeevery single hidden sweet spot inside of you. The ones that prolonged your bliss and left spikes of euphoria leading up to your brain.

Your cunt clenched so tightly around his cock- almost as though you didn’t want him to even pull out. And Choso’s sweaty head drops once more into the crook of your neck as he cums with a shudder.

The knot between his brows deepening, the bedsheet around his knees bunching up as he surges his body upwards. Almost animalistically.

Choso bottoms out his furious, twitching cock and keeps it there- “Oh, fuck…” It didn’t sound like he was acting once his bawling red divot starts splatterin’ out more milky white wads. Deeep in the back of your pussy, right where your womb was, Choso puddles out his ecstasy in long ribbons. “Oh fuck fuck fuck—fuck. Always knew it’d feel this good.”

Wave upon wave.

Toes curling. Eyes scrunching shut.

If you thought his moans were sensual before, then you weren’t prepared for the ones your pussy was able to drag out of him - ragged and hollow utterances of your name. Over and over like a broken record, like a mantra.

He’s fucking into you to milk them out of his hefty balls- then fucking you again just to pump those webbed wads right back in. From the top of his rotund tip and dooooooown to the tufts of hairs at his base. All nine inches of him being used to stuff you till the brim—

You’re sure your insides look like an utter fuckin’ mess by the time he’s slowing his tattooed hips down ever-so-slightly—still shaking from the aftermath of his orgasm. This was far stronger than anything he’s ever experienced before. 

Drunkenly, you’re blinking your eyes up at him. “Always?”

He smiles, “Ever since our first lesson of Film 101.” Admitting, he lovingly wipes off a bit of his cum you were foaming between your pussylips. “You referenced Pride and Prejudice when talking about the best lines of dialogue of all time, and I-I’d been a goner since then.”

“Corny…” You snort. Though you can’t help the flutter of your heart.

“So um- coffee after this?”

“It better be dinner.”

He laughs in agreement. “Also I bought a vibrating piercing the other day and have been dying to try it…”

Your eyes widen.

And once you’re helping him pull out- Choso reaches for the camera and gets a good shot of the cum leaking between your legs. Before you’re both waving at it, “Thank you for joining us, today—this was the most fun I’ve had on stream yet- heh.”

You’re shooting the camera a pretty smile, too.

And Choso kisses the corner of your cheeks, “Until next time. This has been Curse and Movie.”

@girrrrrrrrrrth: holy fuck??

@Curse’swifey: WAIT WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT NO WAY-

@bewbsRlife: HOLD ON-

@CCpervnextdoor: SAY SIKE RN?

@bipplruletheworld: oh my god that’s amazing.

@likezmenpregnant: Oh, a love story for the ages~

@yoyoyoureinmypuss: YOU TWO LOOKING FOR A THIRD??

@Fishygurodad: Damn.

@Fishygurodad: Hmu when he messes up.

@daddytoeknee: Stfu he won’t.

@daddytoeknee: Also I totally called it <3

A/N. I did NOT plan to have me inserted and beefing with Toji Fushiguro but here we are-

Plagiarism not authorized.

[kamiflix]

▶︎︎ Legendary Lovers (starring . fire lord zuko)

synopsis . Overstim with your husband but he keeps accidentally setting things on fire because of it. content . afab!reader, masturbation (m!receiving), established relationship, improper use of fire bending(?), overstim, wife!reader, switching dynamics, bondage, pet names, nipple play (m!receiving), somewhat dom!reader, missionary, manhandling, etc.

“S-Shit,” Zuko huffed, hips insistent with their bucking as he uncontrollably drives the frustrated head of his weepy cock up into your hand.

You sat at his side with your eyes innocently watching as he fell apart entirely under your touch, “Does that feel good?”

He couldn't take his eyes off the way your fingers looked wrapped around his length, “Hhngh-, fuck.. So good,” He huffs, admiring how perfectly you jerked him off and struggling greatly with the bit of rope neatly tied around his wrists—which are positioned behind his back. “D-Don’t stop. Please.”

You squeeze at his base and feel how his veins pulse ‘n twitch against your palm, the tip of his cock a flushed shade of tanned red.

Then your gaze flicked up and you caught the way he threw his head back, letting the long, loose strands of his silky hair flutter all elegantly with the motion. There was certainly nothing more endearing than watching the fire lord come undone before you like this.

A slopped mess of slick cum keeps your hand steady with its slippery motions up 'n down his dick, his balls aching and heavy with need to release yet another load into your palm. You grin before silently leaning forward, letting your lips press into his chest all lightly as you hear him struggle with whines and grunts.

“Ah, your hand is always-, shit… s-s’soft..” Zuko mumbled, his abs tensing at the feel of your touch. Without warning, he nearly whimpers at the sensation of your lips cupping his nipple. “Oh God-,” Your husband's breathing tangles up in his throat, “Wait-, fuck.. Y’know I’m sensitive there, wait—“

“Mmnh..” You hum delightedly against him and let your hands pace quicken against his cock, feeling the entirety of his body heat up for a moment before he begins to twitch all over the place, his wrists fighting against the restraints keeping them in place.

This whole thing had been his idea. He'd asked you time and time again to tie him up and do whatever you want to him, but just like all the times in the past where this has been tried—he never seems to last too long before-

The smell of fumes hit your nose.

You pop your lips off his swollen nipples and halt your sucking for a moment just to look up at his teary-eyed face, admiring the pout he’s got on. “Zuko…” You purr with a slightly raised brow.

He angles his head back down to meet eyes with you, batting those dark pretty lashes at you as if he'd done nothing wrong, “Yes, love?”

“Are you burning through those ropes again?” You ask.

The fire lord shakes his head, “N-No..?”

“Then…" Your gaze narrows at him skeptically, "What’s that smell?”

Before he gathers his thoughts enough to answer you properly, you turn your head to see one of your nightstands on fire.

Damnit. That’s the third one this week!

Luckily enough for the both of you, the flame isn't as large as it'd been previously. Though, as you let your hand halt in jerking your lover off and try to pull away for a moment to go put the fire out, there's a stronger scent of fumes flying into your nose.

This time it's the smell of burning rope.

Followed by which is the sound of something snapping and suddenly—there's a pair of grabby hands meeting your arms and your body is being pushed right over.

A flutter of royal-red and gold fabrics scatter around your frame and drape your sides whilst your attention is redirected upwards. Panting above you is your needy husband Zuko, who's got his brows furrowed slightly and his eyes pleading as they land down on you, "Ignore it," He suggests.

You flash a confused look at him and then playfully swat at his chest, "I can't just ignore it, that's the third one this week!"

He shyly glances off to the side before muttering, "...So?"

"What do you mean so?" You scoff, "We'll have to rebuild the entire bedroom suite at this rate!"

His eyes find yours again and you feel his body coming closer to yours, flinching at the wet swipe of his drooling cockhead over your inner thigh as he adjusts himself. "You're the one who insisted on teasing me."

"You asked me to." You remind him.

"Well,” He frowns a little, “When I told you to use me, I was hoping..."

Your hands reach up to cup his face and pull him down impossibly closer—the warmth of his body enveloping you further. "Hoping what, my lord?" You whisper.

He shoots you a short-lived glare, "What'd I tell you about that?" You give him a cheeky smile and he rolls his eyes at it. "I was hoping you'd use me in here," To add emphasis to his words, his cock comes pressing against the soppy wet-spot in your panties.

"Zuko!" You gasp in surprise, earning a sleazy little smile from him.

Then comes a quick finger to swat that measly fabric out the way, his tip rushing to kiss the saturated lips of your cunt and smear the apart for entry.

Just before he can push into you, "Wait," You huff, "When and how did you break free?"

"Hm?” Zuko raises a brow, “Free of what?" He hums innocently.

Your expression is entirely unconvinced of his innocent act. Deadpanning, "You burned the ropes again, didn't you?"

Another smile paints into his perfect features before he grinds his hips down into yours, throbbing cock sliding ever-so-gracefully into you as if to distract you. Zuko leans down to your ear to whisper, "What ropes?" and you hear some sort of flame crackling in the distance.

He definitely just set something else on fire just from pushing himself into you, but it’s not like he gave you much room to care. Not with the way his dick felt easing your walls open and stretching you out in the same fashion you’d beg him to nearly every other night—if not every single night.

Surely the fire nation would be expecting an heir to the throne any day now. Though, you’re not sure this heir would come about with your bedroom in one piece…

Especially since Zuko has a bad habit of burning things when he cums.

(not proofread btw) || banner art by Rororogi Mogera || tags:

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first time writing outside the jjk fandom in years, if it's bad i'll just jump off a cliff sorry! <3

[tojiscreampie]

MDNI | choso cries while he's balls deep cause your pussy just feels too good :( ⋆˙⟡ m.list ⋆˙⟡

choso was in love, completely and utterly enamored with you.

he loved your bubbly personality, how you didn't take shit from anyone and always spoke your mind, he loved how your eyebrows knitted and your nose scrunched up when you didn't get your way.

but, he was a man, after all, and he just couldn't ever get enough of that perfect pussy of yours.

when he wasn't balls deep inside of you, rearranging your guts as he pummeled his thick cock into you— he was dreaming about it, dreaming about how tight you were, how warm and wet your walls felt around them as they sucked him in each time he tried to pull out.

he’d even have wet dreams, his mind filled with images of you sprawled beneath him as he fucked you, desperate whimpers escaping his lips as his cock tented the covers, eyebrows furrowed as his chest heaved, breathing growing heavy and uneven as he dreamt about how your pussy felt like it was made for him, until finally— he’d bust a fat load in his boxers, dreaming that it was all being sucked up by your greedy cunt.

and tonight, you wake up to hear him panting and whimpering your name in his sleep, small beads of sweat gathering onto his forehead, his dark hair slightly damp and messy against the pillow, pale cheeks flushed a light shade of pink.

“dreaming about me again, cho’?” those whispered wake him from his sleep, his eyes widening as he feels the cool, sticky mess in his boxers.

“oh- fuck, s-sorry…” he mumbled while scrambling to pull off his ruined briefs, “it just felt so real, didn't even feel like a dream, your pussy felt so good.”

with a small, barely stifled giggle, you rake your french-tipped nails down his toned back, feeling the shiver that ran through his body as goosebumps blossomed below your fingertips. 

“hm, i'm sure the real thing would feel even better though, don't you think?” 

you leaned up to whisper in his ear, your soft voice traveling straight to his cock, already hardening again just at the thought. 

choso answered without hesitation, damp hair falling in front of his eyes as he nods eagerly, like you just offered him the most treasured item on earth— and to him, you had. 

“y-yes! i mean, um- yes, please baby, i need to feel that perfect pussy wrapped around me, wanna be inside you so bad.” he whimpers out the last words as you climb on top of him, his hands finding your hips before sliding down to the fat of your ass to give it a good squeeze.

wasting no time, you guide his cum covered cock to your entrance, your pussy already dripping wet from listening to his sleepy moans. you lower yourself down slowly, pleasured gasps leaving the both of your lips as your warm walls welcome him in.

“fuuuuuck, you feel sooo good- mmm- s-so warm, and- nngh- wet, love this pussy s'much baby,” the tip of his cock, thick and flushed a shade of purplish pink, smooches your cervix instantly as he thrusts his hips up.

and he just keeps babbling and whimpering as you ride him- except he just can't help but to guide you along his length at his pace, moving you up and down slowly as he savors every single second his cock’s enveloped inside your tight pussy.

“yeeees- that's it- hmph- god you're so perfect, s-so beautiful, so- hah- tight around me-”

the way he’s whimpering beneath you, how pretty he looks when he’s worshipping your pussy, it makes your tummy tighten as that heat coils inside of you, already feeling like it's ready to burst.

but then you notice something as you open your eyes to look back down at him— he’s crying while he talks about how good you feel, his lips pouted and tears streaming down his face as his whimpers turn to sobs.

“choso? are you okay?” you breathe out, placing a hand on his chest to steady yourself as he starts moving you along his throbbing cock faster.

“shiiiit baby- how are you- hngh- so perfect? i love you sososo much i cant- mmm- can't get enough- please, pleasepleaseplease-”

his voice cracks as his cock spurts strand after strand of thick, gooey cum inside of you, your walls quivering and squeezing his cock as you cum with him. 

“oh god, cho-” you gasp, your breasts heaving as you pant, a mixture of your syrupy slick and his sticky cum drip down to the base of his cock in thick globs. 

choso sniffles a few times, and as you try to roll off of him, he grips your hips tight.

“n-no, please, just… can we stay like this? just… keep me warm until morning?” 

his voice comes out shaky, his eyes glassy and flushed cheeks glistening with tears. 

“fine, i’ll stay like this for the rest of the night, okay? but no more crying.” a smile tugs at your lips as you lean down to kiss his tears away before resting your head on his chest. 

but after a few silent minutes, his heartbeat thudding against your ears and his hand tracing small circles along your back, the soft sounds of sniffling fill the room. 

“s-sorry, you just-”

“i know choso, i know.” 

a/n: sorry this is kinda ass i wrote it when i was half asleep and i did not proofread it<3

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[kamiflix]

▶︎ The Slut Society ˎˊ˗

“So many needs. The biggest one being some cock, huh?”

series synopsis ➤ After a sex scandal at your last University that led to your expulsion, you thought your life was over. A few days later, you mysteriously receive a full-ride scholarship to a far more elite institution where sex and desirability unknowingly rules over everything.

meet the cast ➤ jjk!men x f!reader; plug!choso x f!reader, nerd!gojo x f!reader, frat!sukuna x f!reader, drug lord!toji x f!reader, professor!nanami x f!reader, frat!geto x f!reader, professor!higuruma x f!reader, etc.

content ➤ fem!reader, college non-curse au, explicit nsfw scenes (sex), exhibitionism, threesomes/foursomes, satosugu, lots of drugs, very slight hints of infidelity, manipulation, themes of polyamory, tojikuna, age gaps, blackmail, corruption, angst, drug use, obsession, porn with plot, lots of partying, possessiveness, love triangles, slow burns, alcohol, toxicity, fluff, situationships left and right, etc.

need to know ➤ This is the official masterlist! There will be a synopsis for each episode along with its over all contents as we go along. Disclaimer, each season has one primary man it focuses on—there will be a total of six—but everything connects in one way or another by the end. Lastly, if you are a minor, please do not interact.

Episode One: One Man’s Trash

Sex scandals are bad, but yours was by far the worst. . . With your sweet best friend’s voice in your ear, will you be able to move forward after this?

Episode Two: Another Man’s Treasure

Things begin to change for you at an alarming rate. New school, new faces, new everything. It’s only natural that you gravitate towards a new man as well.

Episode Three: Drugs & Hella Melodies

According to Gojo, you’re supposed to be staying away from drugs & the people who deal them. Unfortunately for his concern, you’re doing everything but.

Episode Four: Fuck For Sum'

What began as a simple agreement between you and Choso slowly transcends into something deeper than either of you prepared for. After all, he’s keen on proving to you that he doesn’t do anything for free.

Episode Five: The Hills

to be revealed…

Episode Six: Bigger Things Ahead

to be revealed…

Episode Seven: Drunk in Lust

to be revealed…

Episode Eight: Les

to be revealed…

Episode Nine: Come Through

to be revealed…

Episode Ten: Six Feet Under

to be revealed…

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( fanart in gif by @/__3aem || the official taglist is now full, please do not ask to be tagged, sorry if you missed it! )

[paintingchoso]

“i wanna slap you around until you turn into a pile of mush, so can finally turn your brain off and i can take care of you and make you feel good.”