choso just needs a little help ୨୧ choso kamo x fem!reader ୨୧ i need him to mark me
you wake up to slobbery tits and a whimpering boy beside you. choso rubs his bulge against your hips while he whines against your nipple. he doesn't realize you're awake till you tangle your fingers in his hair.
he pulls off of you quickly, looking down in shame.
"it's okay, cho." you comfort him, pulling his face back down onto your nipple. "keep going."
his lips latch onto your nipple quickly, sucking and licking while rubbing his bulge harder on your hips. whines escape his throat as he uses you to fix his little problem.
he releases your nipple from his mouth and gives a harsh suck on the side of your boob. you let out a whimper, smiling at the whiny boy.
he starts to mark every part of your chest till you're covered in purple marks.
his bulge ruts sloppily against your hips. you reach down, pushing past his waistband and grabbing his cock. it's hot and hard. your thumb meets the tip, wet with precum.
choso whines. throwing his head into your neck and whining some more. "please—h-help."
you smile, teasing his leaking tip with your thumb. he twitches, whimpering about how good you feel.
"wanna be inside." he mumbles. you shake your head. "not yet, cho."
he whines and you swipe your thumb on his tip with a bit of pressure. he immediately lets out a pathetic moan, curling into your side and using your hand to get off.
he cums quickly, sighing and whimpering in your ear. you keep your hand around his heavy cock, waiting for him to come down his high so you can do it again.
megumi presses his lips against your inner thigh, kissing the plush skin softly. he knows you're nervous, he's even more nervous. he's never done this before, he doesn't even know how.
he watched tutorials on youtube, though he would never admit it. he even asked yuji, who was no help.
but now laying here with you, he thinks he's got this. his nose brushes your clothed mound gently as he looks up and meets your eyes.
"just trust me, yeah?"
you nod, cheeks flushed. he smiles and kisses the mound softly before hooking his finger and pulling the fabric away from you. you gasp, still nervous.
he kisses your bare mound, taking his sweet time with getting you to calm down.
"lift your hips, sweets."
you do as he says and he slides your panties off. now you're bare in front of him, stomach curling in knots of nervousness. he stares at your pretty pussy, wet and pretty, just for him.
he reaches a hand up and intertwines his fingers with yours.
"it's okay." he kisses your thigh. "are you sure you want this? we don't have to."
you nod. "please, gumi."
he hums, sliding a finger over your slit. you twitch, letting out a deep breath. its a new feeling.
megumi presses a kiss to your slit, slipping his tongue inside. his tongue is warm as he licks your slick. it feels good, the warmth, the wetness, his nose pressed on your skin.
he kisses your clit gently, giving it kitten licks that make you squirm. you whine softly, hips unconsiously trying to get more friction.
he keeps his fingers intertwined in yours, enjoying the warmth your provide. his tongue dives deeper, spit mixing with your arousal. his chin gets messy and he licks all over.
your whines and sighs start to get into his head as he licks faster, now learning to suck on your clit. it makes you gasp loudly and megumi figures out pretty quickly that it feels good for you.
he gives harsh sucks on your clit, hand squeezing yours softly, a promise that he's still there.
you start to get extra squirmy, rutting your pussy on his face and he can tell you're close. your whines come out more frequently and then you stop, toes curling and hips trembling softly.
he smiles against you, giving sweet sucks on your bud, kissing and licking till your hand meets his forehead and pushes him away.
his lips are messy but he looks in awe of you.
"you're sweet." he whispers. you smile, dazed.
he lays next to you, licking his lips clean and pulls you into his chest.
he thinks he might have to start doing this every night.
overstimulating megumi because he keeps asking for it ୨୧ megumi fushiguro x fem!reader ୨୧ saw a video once...it was hot
you have been pleasuring megumi for hours. he randomly came up to you, needy and whiny, asking you to help him out.
and you did.
you hold the vibrator against his length, watching his tip grow red as precum spills out. megumi squirms all over the place, but never pulls away from the wand.
you're shocked that he's still hard after everything. you gave him the best blowjob of his life, then gave him the trusty handjob, when that didn't help you moved onto the vibrator.
he's cum so many times, yet he's still so hard and whiny. you're not complaining though.
the vibrator feels electric on his cock, it vibrates on him perfectly, making him let out pathetic whines. sweat rolls down his temples as he breathes harshly from the sensitivity he's feeling.
it almost hurts. the delicious type of pain that makes you want more.
you lean down, licking the precum that's leaking from his burning tip. he lets out a whiny moan, gripping your hair harshly as he rubs his tip against your tongue. he tastes so good and you can't help but give a small suck to his tip.
he nearly shoots cum in your mouth. "oh, fuck! don't do that! gonna make me cum."
you laugh at him. "isn't that the goal, pretty boy?"
he doesn't say anything. his chest heaves as he feels his high coming. he tightens his grip on your hair and pushes you closer to his tip. you're still holding the vibrator against his length.
"suck, please!" he whines, whimpers, and cries out. you listen to him, never ignoring his beautiful pleas. you lick his tip softly before sucking his tip harshly. his hips lift off the bed as he cums in your mouth.
he cries out in pleasure, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth, fucking your mouth sloppily.
when he pulls out his eyes are dazed. he pants, slumping against the headboard of the bed. he sighs softly.
⭑.ᐟ a lazy bath with megumi fushiguro ༉‧₊˚.
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ fluff, fem!reader, husband!megumi
୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ wc. 790
A long sigh drew from you lips as you plopped down onto the couch of you and your husband's shared apartment.
MEGUMI FUSHIGURO, who was approaching from the dark hallway, spoke to you in the same calm tone you'd grown accustomed to over your relationship, "Hey, love. How was work?"
You tilted your head back on the couch, watching him step up behind you and look down to you, a gentle hand pushing hair away from your tired face. "Worse than usual. I'm exhausted."
"I can tell." He hummed, leaning down and pressing kiss to your forehead, sending a small smile to your mouth. "You've been looking more stressed recently."
Your brows furrowed slightly, smile turning to a frown. "Is it that obvious?" You grumbled.
"No, but you're my wife. I can tell."
You sighed once again, closing your eyes while listening to the soft pads of Megumi coming infront of the couch. Just as soon as the stepping paused, you felt his well-built arms snake around your back and beneath your knees, scooping you up.
You didn't speak, just kept your eyes shut and let your head loll back against his forearm until he sat you down on a counter.
The bathroom counter.
Turns out, while you were on your way home from work, Megumi took the time to set up the bathroom for you to relax. Main lights shut off with the only illumination coming from a few sweet smelling candles, a warm bath with a reasonable amount of bubbles, hell, even a bathtub tray with your products and your favorite drink.
It all felt like too much in your head, but it didn't change the soft smile on your face or the pleasant clench in your heart.
"Oh, Gumi... you didn't have too." You murmured, voice quiet and touched.
Megumi pressed a light kiss to your temple, a hand resting on your hip and tracing small circles. "Just get in already."
He helped you undress, hands gliding lightly over your skin and guiding you down into in the bath, its warmth wrapping around your skin.
"Baby," You spoke softly, head resting back against the edge of the tub, "come in."
Megumi paused amidst rolling up his sleeves. He wanted to treat you with a bath, help you relax, never intending to relax himself.
"Are you sure?" He asked quietly.
You hummed with a nod, lifting yourself to sit up as you carefully pushed the tray to the end of the tub. At the same time, he removed his clothing, letting it fall into a small heap on the floor.
Instinctively, you shifted forward, the water sloshing gently as you created enough space to allow Megumi to climb in behind you, his arms coming around your waist as he settled. You melted into his chest, face just barely tucked under his jaw.
The bathroom fell into a calm, intimate quiet, the candlelight flickering every once in a while, Megumi's hands running over your skin, washing and massaging. He didn't talk–never did much–, just let you rest, relax into the warmth of his body.
"Gumi?" You eventually murmured softly, eyes beginning to feel heavy as his hands rubbed light circles on the flesh of your thighs beneath the water. He hummed faintly.
"Thank you..." You shifted slightly against him, letting your eyes close as you pressed your face in his neck.
Megumi looked down to you, watching a soft candle glow trace your hair and shoulder. A small smile tugged at his lips while another tug appeared in his heart. Never once had you failed to make him like a stupid softie, even from the moment you'd met–only now, he married himself into it daily.
Not that it bothered him anymore.
"Of course." He whispered, lightly kissing your head. "Take more breaks. You'll exhaust yourself if not." He smoothed a hand over your hair, petting as he held you close.
"...I'll try." You mumbled.
"Good." He took note your sleepy tone, how your body felt a little heavier as tension left you. He suggested a gentle "Let's go to sleep, yeah?"
"Mm, yeah..."
Megumi stood slowly, holding you up with him and stepping out the tub. He took a towel, reverently patting your skin dry and wrapping you with a robe, and for himself only bathing to put a towel around his waist.
He picked you up again, carrying you back to your shared bedroom and laying you onto the bed, then leaving to clean up the bathroom.
When he returned–having hardly been gone for five minutes–, he immediately laid beside you, pulling your limp body against his.
"'Night Gumi..." you murmured, barely consciousness anymore.
"Goodnight, my love." Megumi whispered.
"Also, you're taking the weekend off."
dividers by :: @/cursed-carmine ,
a/n. sorry I haven't posted in almost three weeks I had finals and my anxiety has been getting really bad recently but wtv ig hope you enjoyed
also not proofread cuz im tired and lazy as shit
megumi wasn't the submissive type, no. not at all in any way.
but when you're mad at him?
"ugh, work was so stressful today." you huff, practically throwing yourself onto the harder mattress. megumi looks up from his phone, for a second. before his gaze turns back towards his screen.
you've been out all day.
but he didn't even acknowledge you?
"megumi?" you say irritatedly.
his head snaps back towards you, at his full name. he's used to 'gumi.' or 'megs.' but, it was his full name for once.
"...yeah?" he turns off his phone completely, setting it down onto the nightstand. turning his attention solely on you. "ignoring me?" he shakes his head immediately. "what? no, what makes you think that."
"uh huh." you say, voice clear with sarcasm. "i texted you, what— ten times!?" megumi falls quiet, because the tone of your voice. did you really text him ten times?
"my phone is on silent." he says simply, "that's what you fucking think of me?" you snap back, laying onto your back, rather than facing megumi. "i'm sorry baby, no i was just tryna—"
"save it." megumi falls silent at that, as asked through he could feel the growing erection in his pants. he shifts uncomfortably under the cover. forcing out a cough to ease the silence.
you turn on your phone, a sigh escaping your lips. while megumi continues on to shift uncomfortably. trying to distract himself, from the racing thoughts he has in his mind right now. you're angry at him. why is he thinking like this?
"i'm going into the kitchen." you say simply, before standing up from the mattress and walking out of the bedroom. megumi quickly jumps out of bed also, scattering to follow you like a lost puppy.
"i'm sorry baby." you roll your eyes, dismissing his apology completely. you open the pantry grabbing a small snack. still megumi doesn't leave.
"leave me the fuck alone." but he didn't, if anything he felt the throb in his pants. fuck he was hard from what—you being pissed off at him? or is it your tone of voice.
so, megumi does something he'd never believe he'd ever do, his kneels buckle before he kneels down in front of you, resting his chin onto the plush of your stomach, "forgive me baby."
you freeze, looking down at him. since when has your boyfriend become submissive?
he wraps his arms around your lower body, "hit me, yell at me. do whatever it takes for you to feel better." that catches you off guard, this doesn't even sound like the megumi you know.
"you're into that? you're usually doing it to me." you chuckle. running a hand through his soft strands, he leans into your touch like a touch starved cat, "mhm. don't be gentle with me."
"just how submissive are you feeling right now?" he paused, to think for a moment. eyes closing at your soft touch, "i've never really felt like this before... do whatever you want to me."
you slap his cheek lightly, not hard enough to snap his head to the side. just a light warning, he could feel his dick twitching just from your touch, holding back a moan, especially your irritation. "gumi..."
his head immediately snaps back up, at his usual nickname "yeah?" he questions softly, his voice thin. "are you fucking hard right now?" he goes silent, before his head bobs involuntarily.
his hands brush against your legs, you pull his head back by his hair. "y'know, i've always wanted to peg you." that completely caught him off guard.
"what...?"
authors note: i'm tagging this as smut, because part two will be smut. pls don't get me.
✮ SEX EDUCATION: where your hot professor teaches you how to cum!
⋆ LESSON 1: GUIDANCE ON HOW TO TOUCH YOURSELF
you're on his lap, your back is pressed against his chest, your legs draped over his. "wider, baby." you spread, your skirt is bunched around your waist. your soaked panties are already on his desk. he made you take them off the moment you walked in, holding them up to the light and tsking at the wet spot.
"there," he says, satisfied. "now i can see everything." his hands grip the soft skin behind your knees and push your legs even further apart. you're completely open, completely exposed, your bare pussy on full display, glistening in the lamplight. you can feel the wetness pooling beneath you, soaking into his trousers, into his chair. "fuck, look at you. you're already dripping, good girl." you whimper and try to close your legs, but his grip tightens. "ah-ah. keep them open. this is a lesson, remember? you need to watch. you need to learn."
you force yourself to stay still, your pussy throbbing under his gaze. "touch yourself." you hesitate. your hand hovers over your own body, trembling. "i said touch yourself, baby. two fingers. start with your folds. feel how wet my good girl is." your hand moves. your fingers slide through your wetness, and the sensation makes you gasp. you're so wet that your fingers glide effortlessly, your own arousal coating them. "that's it. feel how wet you are? you've been thinking about it, haven't you, baby?" "yes," you whisper. "every night?" "yes, professor." "tell me what you did." "i—" your fingers are moving in slow circles around your clit now, and it's hard to think. "i touched myself. in bed. thinking about you." "good girl. show me how."
your middle finger sliding down to circle your entrance, then back up to your clit. "mmnh..." your hips buck against your own hand. "faster, baby."
you speed up. the wet sounds fill the room, your head falls back against his shoulder, and you feel his breath against your ear. "now two fingers inside, good girl. fill that pretty pussy for me." you slide them in, and the stretch makes you gasp. your walls clench around your own fingers, but it's not enough. it's never enough. you can feel how tight you are, how desperate. "that's it. fuck yourself on your fingers. imagine it's my cock, baby. imagine it's me splitting you open." "ah— ah— hnnggh! professor—" "look at you," he murmurs. "so desperate. such a good student, fucking herself on her own fingers. you'd take my cock just like that, wouldn't you? all desperate and whimpering." "yes! yes!" you're fucking yourself faster now, your hips lifting to meet your own hand. "that's my good girl, play with your clit now. use your thumb. circle it." your thumb finds your clit, and the it makes you cry out. you're so sensitive, so swollen, every touch sending sparks through your body.
"ah—hah! professor! i'm— i'm close—" "good. cum for me, baby. cum on your fingers like the good pretty girl you are." but something stops you, you're right there, teetering on the edge. your fingers pump desperately, your thumb rubs frantically, but you just can't. "i— i can't— nnghhh! " your voice breaks. "i can't without you, professor. please. please, i need your fingers. i need you."
his grip on your legs tightens so hard it might bruise. you can feel how hard he is against your lower back, his cock pressing into your spine. "if i touch you, baby, it's no longer for education. do you understand that? if i put my fingers inside this tight little pussy, it's because i want to. not because i'm teaching you. do you really want that?" "yes," you sob. "yes, i want that. i don't care. please! i don't care about the lesson... hah! i just want you—"
"say it again." "i want you to touch me. i want your fingers inside me. please, professor, please— i need you—" "that's all i needed to hear, babygirl." his fingers slide into you over yours. two of them — thick, massive. he pushes past your fingers, deeper, and the stretch is blinding. you scream, but his other hand clamps over your mouth, muffling it.
"shh, shh," he breathes in your ear, but he doesn't stop. his fingers move inside you with yours, fucking you open. "take it. take it all, baby." "mmmnnnghh! hir— nnnghh!" "that's it. feel how thick i am? feel how your pussy stretches around me? this is what you've been begging for, good girl." his fingers are so much bigger than yours. they fill you completely, pressing against your walls, curling exactly where you need them. and then his thumb finds your clit, presses down, circles. "fuck— ah!.. haaah— professor!"
your legs kick, but he holds them wide, keeps you open, keeps you taking it. you're sobbing against his hand, drool running down your chin, completely destroyed. "that's it. that's my good girl. you're going to cum on my fingers now. you're going to soak my hand, baby. say thank you." "th— thank you—" "louder." "thank you, sir!—"
your orgasm rips through you, your back arches, your head falls back against his shoulder, and you cum hard, your walls clenching around his fingers, your own fingers, everything. your vision whites out. a long, guttural moan tears from your throat as he works you through it, his thumb still circling your clit, his fingers still pumping, never stopping.
"fuck," he mutters, watching you fall apart. "that's it. that's it. good fucking girl. look at you cumming all over my hand. such a pretty sight." when you finally come down, you're shaking. your hand falls away, when he slowly withdraws his fingers, shiny with your cum, and brings them to his mouth. he sucks them clean, one by one, eyes never leaving yours. the sight makes your pussy clench again. "you're a fast learner, babygirl."
⋆ LESSON 2: LET HIM DROWN IN YOU!
his desk is cold against your bare ass. he's cleared it — pushed aside stacks of papers, a laptop, a mug of pens, some students' project folders — and lifted you onto it like you weigh nothing. your legs are spread wide, your heels resting on the edge, your pussy fully exposed and dripping, the papers beneath you are getting wet, but neither of you gives a single fuck.
"you asked me how this would help you learn," he says, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading you even wider. "the truth is, baby, it doesn't." you blink. "what?" "i just want to eat this pretty pussy. i've been thinking about it since the first time you sat on my lap. that sweet little cunt grinding on my thigh. i need to taste it."
"then—" "you need to know what a good eating out feels like. so you know what to expect." he grins against your inner thigh. "but mostly because i can't stop thinking about your taste." and then his mouth is on you. he doesn't start slow. he dives in, tongue flat against your entire pussy, licking from your entrance to your clit in one long, wet stroke. you cry out, your hands flying to his hair. "ah! fuckfuckk! professor!"
"mmmnh— fuck—" he hums against you, and the vibration makes your hips buck. his tongue circles your clit, flicks it, sucks it into his mouth. he pulls back just enough to spit on your pussy — a wet, obscene glob that slides down your folds — and then he's back, spreading it with his tongue, mixing his spit with your wetness.
"that's it. taste so fucking good, baby. sweet, wet and perfect. this is what a good pussy tastes like. remember that." "nnngh!— ah— hnnggh—hiro—" his fingers spread your folds open, and he dives deeper, his tongue pushing inside you. you feel it fucking you, curling, tasting your walls, and you're already so close, your thighs trembling around his head. "cum for me, baby," he says against your clit. "first one. give it to me." "i— i—" "cum. now."
his tongue flicks your clit fast, hard, and you cum with a scream, your back arching off the desk. he doesn't stop. he licks through it, groaning against your sensitive pussy drinking everything you give him. "mmmngh— yes. there we go, good girl. that's one."
your legs are shaking, you think it's over. well, it's not. he goes back in, sucking your clit between his lips, rubbing it with the flat of his tongue. his fingers slide inside you, curling, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. "i can't! — another one— it's too haah! much—" "you can, pretty girl and you will. look at this pussy. she's not done yet."
his mouth descends again, and this time he's rougher. he presses his face hard into your pussy, his nose grinding against your clit, his tongue fucking you deep. he talks to it, low and breathless, his lips brushing against your folds. "such a pretty pussy. so wet for me, baby. you love this, don't you? having your professor on his knees eating you out in his office while others' works get ruined under your wet ass. you love it."
"yes! i love it! oh my go—i love it! professor—" "tell my pussy you love it." "i love it! i love my pussy— i love your mouth on it—" "then cum again, good girl." he pinches your clit between his teeth — just enough pressure, and the second orgasm rips through you. your legs clamp around his head, but he doesn't move. he stays buried in your cunt, lapping at you, groaning against you. "mmmngh. mmnh—" until you're twitching and oversensitive, sobbing from the intensity.
when you finally go limp, he looks up at you. his face is destroyed — wet, shiny, your cum dripping from his chin, his lips, his nose, his eyebrows. he doesn't wipe it off. "one more, baby."
⋆ LESSON 3: GET ABSOLUTELY POUNDED BY HIS BIG COCK
he points to his desk — the lower one, where his teaching assistant usually sits, covered in student papers. "on all fours." you don't hesitate. your palms hit the wood, your spine arches, your ass pushes back toward him, grinding in the air. you're wearing a dress tonight — short, thin, no panties, and you know he can see everything. your pussy is already dripping, your arousal slicking your thighs.
"look at you," he breathes. "soaking wet and i haven't even touched you yet." "please," you whimper. "please, professor, i can't wait anymore! i need you—" "you'll wait until i say you're ready, good girl." he drops to his knees behind you. his hands spread your cheeks apart, and you feel his breath on your cunt, hot and damp. "i've already made you cum twice tonight, remember? on my tongue, on my fingers. so this won't hurt, baby. i made sure you're ready."
"yes— yes—" but his mouth isn't finished. he leans in, licks a long stripe up your slit, and you moan, your arms nearly buckling. "for luck." "professor— i can't! mmnh! i've already—" "shut up and take it." his tongue slides inside you just to try it again. "good girl," he says, standing up. "now you're ready."
he unbuckles his belt, the sound of the metal jingling makes your pussy clench. his trousers drop just enough to free his cock — thick, hard, leaking, the head glistening with pre-cum. he strokes himself, and you watch him over your shoulder, drooling, your mouth open.
"tell me what you want, baby." "i want your cock, professor. please. inside me." "how badly, pretty girl?" "so badly i can't think. i can't breathe. please— i've been so good— i've learned everything— please just fuck me—" he steps forward. the head of his cock presses against your entrance, and you push back, trying to take him, but he holds your hips still.
"slow, baby or it'll hurt. i'm big and you're tight. breathe." "nnnngh... please—" he pushes in, just the head. you scream, but it's late, the building is empty, no one can hear you. he's so big — bigger than you imagined, bigger than his fingers, and the stretch is blinding, burning, perfect.
"breathe, baby. breathe for me." you gasp and he pushes deeper. "ah! mmnghh!!— fuck! professor!" "that's it. taking it. taking all of this cock. such a good fucking girl." he slides in to the hilt, and you feel like you're being ripped apart. his balls press against your clit, and he's so deep inside you that your walls clench around him, trying to adjust to his size.
"look at you," he groans. "taking my whole cock. this tight little pussy was made for me, babygirl." "move— please— move—" and he does. at first he's gentle — slow, deep thrusts that let you feel every inch. his hands grip your hips, guiding you, teaching you. you can feel every ridge of his cock, every vein.
"rock back into me, baby. meet my thrusts. that's it. feel how good it is when you move together." "harder, please! haah! harder!" "yeah? you want me to fuck this sweet pussy proper?" "yes, please!" he slams into you. hard. the desk screeches against the floor. papers scatter. a lamp wobbles and falls. "fuckkkfuck! hiromi!" "that's it— that's my good little slut— take this cock."
his hips pound into you, his balls slapping against your clit. he reaches around, fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles. your legs give out, but he holds you up, one arm around your waist, still fucking you, never stopping. "i'm gonna! gonna cum nngh! wanna—" "not yet."
he pulls you up against his chest. his cock stays buried in you, and now he's fucking you from behind, upright, one hand on your hip, one hand on your throat, squeezing just slightly. "you feel that? that's what a real cock feels like, baby. that's what you've been begging for all these weeks." "yes yes! mmmhnah! thank you, thank you professor!" "thank me by cumming. cum on my cock. soak it."
he slams into you, and his fingers work your clit, your head falls back against his shoulder, making you cum with a scream that echoes through the empty building — "ahhh— fuckkk, yesyes, so good! "fuccck, yes— cum for me— cum on my cock." your walls clench around him, and he groans. "nnnnggh— fuckkk— baby mmmnhh— gonna cum, where do you want it?"
"i'm on the pill," you gasp. "cum inside me, professor. please. please, i want to feel it." "yeah? you want me to fill this tight little pussy? you want to walk around campus tomorrow feeling my cum dripping out of you, baby?" "yes! haahhh! pleasepleaseplease!" "gonna! i'm gonna— fuck—"
he slams into you one last time. his cock pulses, and you feel it — hot, thick, flooding you. he groans your name and you feel him twitch inside you as he fills you, his cum spilling deep into your cunt. "fucckkk that's my baby, mmhnh... sweetest pussy, all mine." when he's done, he doesn't pull out. he stays inside you, his forehead resting on your shoulder, both of you breathing hard, sweat-slicked and shaking. lessons completed.
more? ──── art cr. @ yunonoai on x sparkle cr: @kthice
𝜗◞ ♡ 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊 ; gazing at 𝒈𝒐𝒋𝒐 & his lifted shirt results in him dry humping you ꒱
every time you catch sight of gojo's happy trail your heart skips a beat. his arms lifting over his head to stretch his limbs out, the t-shirt he's wearing lifting up just enough to display the enticing visage of his lower abs leading down into his pants. white tufts of hair creeping out his pants and trailing upwards enough for you to see and feel a certain way about.
you avert your eyes after staring for far too long, long enough for gojo to pause mid stretch and tilt his head at you. his gaze trailing down his own body, trying to ascertain where you were looking. he doesn't seem like the astute type but you can practically feel the amusement rolling off him, easily picking up on what caught your attention.
"if you wanted me to take my shirt off... you could just ask."
you grumble back at him, annoyed by his ability to notice everything about you, "i don't want you to take your shirt off."
he hums a lilted tune, "hmm, certainly didn't seem that way with how you were eye-fucking me."
"i was not!" you gape at him, "you're imagining things, i fear your ego is growing too large for you to handle."
gojo walks the short distance to where you're sitting on the couch, his form leaning down so he's in your space. lips already hovering over yours as he asks, "so, we're not going to have sex on the couch?"
“i’m not that easy.”
a light laugh leaving him, “i am, you looked at me and now i’m all hard.”
"that's not my probl—"
his lips on yours shut you up, kiss heavy and already needy. he doesn't waste any time slipping his tongue into the mix, the taste of you making him shiver and whine. a sudden pressure around your wrist alerts you to his hold, his hand guiding yours. he places it under his shirt, your palm resting against the same trail of hairs that landed you in this situation.
the thrill that moves through you has you gasping into his mouth, pussy fluttering from how easily he overwhelms your senses. melting into him, letting him kiss you stupid. growing too horny to continue this way, you hold onto him and somehow manage to get him to lay on the couch.
his back resting on the cushions with you straddling him. "i wanna ride you," words spoken soft and tantalising, hand slipping under his shirt again to rest where it once was.
gojo's shirt rides up with your touch, the warm pressure of your soft palm has his cock twitching in his pants. "are you waiting for an invitation?"
"more like a plea," you challenge his glib attitude.
"pleaseee sit on my dick, pretty," his hands slide up your thighs to grip your hips, "i'm aching for it." and as if to prove his point, he ruts his hips up under you. grinding his erection against your clothed cunt.
your nails lightly scratch against his skin, lungs shuddering from the much needed stimulation. you're digging your teeth into your lower lip to stifle down any pathetic sound he might be able to pull from you. failing completely when he tugs you down at the same time that he's rutting up.
"fuuuuck– hold on– hnn– this feels soo—" he doesn't finish his sentence, head tilting back as he keeps dry humping you.
his skin is all flushed and radiating heat, eyes dazed and lost in the muted pleasure he's gaining from this. he's acting like a dog as he keeps relentlessly grinding against you. a small and pitiful whimper leaves him and you're keening into it. hands tugging his shirt up more, palms perched on him as you meet his grinds.
"wait– wait– hng– i'm gonna—" even though he's asking you to wait he doesn't stop his hips, continuing until he's shuddering through his own orgasm.
his pants growing damp as he cums in them, gojo can feel the way his seed clings to his clothes. coating his dick in his own sticky release. if it hadn't felt so fucking good he'd probably be embarrassed but he's in complete bliss right now.
"did you just cum?" you ask him, somehow even more aroused. his relaxed and borderline fucked out expression making you want him more.
he's panting softly, eyes glazed over as he answers, "you shouldn't have looked at me like that."
⡴ choso loves when you call him “good boy” (fluff + smut, oral) ⡴ 0.4k words
whenever you say “good boy” to him, he swears he’s in heaven. he swears you could control him with just two words to do anything and everything.
“be a good boy for me and take out the trash, cho’?” done. instantly he’s getting up, throwing on slides and doing it because of how goddamn sweet your voice sounds, practically entrancing him to do it.
he’d do whatever you want already, but the second your pretty lips move to say “good boy” he’s like a sailor being lured by a siren. his self control and any smidge of doubt is sent out the window.
and when you utter it softly as his flexed tongue laps at your pussy, he’s gone. he’s gripping your thighs harder and shoving in his face deeper like your words are his fuel. his tattered, calloused fingers are digging into the pudge of your thighs, tensed and spreading them apart. your fingers are doing next to the same in his hair, clumping the thick, black strands and scraping at his scalp.
“hngh—good boy, choso,” you moan out, saying those simple words that makes him go so fucking feral again, head thrown back in pure ecstasy. he pushes your thighs up, kneeled over infront of you, giving him a better angle to drive straight into your cunt. his soft, round nose nudges at your clit, driving a jolt out of you and making you clench around his fervent tongue. “so fuckin’ good for me, cho.”
he moans. moans out into your pussy, muffled by the flesh he’s dived into. he’s drooling, saliva pooling at his chin after falling from his lips, mixed with the wetness from your cunt you’ve been dripping on his pussy-drunk mouth.
“such a g’boy,” you heave out, voice strained from how much you’ve wailed for him already. he whimpers, you’re pretty sure he’s crying now, hell he might be enjoying this more than you.
your cunt pulses on his face, the one currently staring up at you with pleading, blown out eyes. tears are streaming down his face as he continues to feast on your pussy, practically drowning in it.
he swears out a muffled cry for you as you cream on his tongue, orgasm leaking down his tongue and running off his chin messily.
he pulls back, looking more dazed than you.
“did so good, baby.” you say, ruffling his dark hair, his face scrunching as he moans when you do.
Your best friend Choso accidentally sends you an nsfw video | 18 + minors do not engage
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A soft "ding!" reverberated through your quiet bedroom just past midnight, announcing a late night message from your best friend Choso; not unusual since the two of you texted each other like you'd die without constant contact. You stirred in bed, unlocking your phone to a new video in the age-long chat you and Cho used so frequently to send memes and talk shit.
But everything changed when you opened it. Labored breathing echoed from your phone's speakers as Choso appeared to prop his phone up on his desk. You couldn't see much of his face but you'd recognize the manga collection and intricate purple LED lights illuminating the background anywhere.
He leaned back in his gaming chair, the one you'd spent countless hours in kicking his ass at Mario Kart, and his caloused hand dipped into the waistband of his sweats–wait, what???
You paused the video, double checked the recipient name. It still read "Cho 👾💜", confirmation that you somehow weren't hallucinating.
Your finger hovered cautiously above your screen a moment, contemplating whether or not to keep watching, countless thoughts swirling around your head before you ultimately decided to hit play.
As soon as the video resumed, Choso's length sprung free from the confinement of his sweats and your jaw went slack. He's huge, information that never came up in your decade of friendship. And why would it? You only saw each other as friends, right?
That's what you thought to yourself as the video continued and his thumb smeared the precum that pulsed from his swollen pink tip. But then you heard your name on his lips, spoken like a dying man's wish while his chest heaved and his body shuddered.
You damn near dropped your phone , catching it mid air before repositioning it inches from your face like you needed to hear every breath and see every detail—every inch, every vein—to believe it was real.
The video still played, your best friend's ragged breaths and desperate moans spilling from your speakers as his hand stroked his veiny length. Choso appeared to lean down, his silver piercing sparkling as a glob of saliva slid off his adorned tongue and onto his tip, cascading down and pooling obscenely at his fist.
You should stop the video. Obviously he sent it on accident, right? But you were stunned. You couldn't look away if you wanted to, and honestly, you weren't sure that you did.
Especially not as his movements became sloppy, erratic, his moans turned to outright whimpers. "Please, oh fuck, oh my god," he was begging to cum, his tattooed arm flexing as his hips spasmed, desperately lifting with each wet stroke to fuck his own fist harder and faster.
With wide eyes and a confusing flutter in your stomach, you witnessed a side of him you never realized you wanted to see. You were mesmerized and hopelessly turned on, unable to tear your eyes from the screen.
You watched eagerly as one large hand grabbed onto the arm of his gaming chair, the other stroking sloppily, desperately, as your best friend chased his high with your name tumbling off his lips like it was an every day occurrence. Was it?
You found your breaths quickening in time with his as Choso's head leaned back, Adam's apple bobbing with each desperate gulp before white, sticky ropes of cum painted his chiseled abs. The video ended when Cho leaned forward enough to stop recording, but your eyes stayed locked on the frozen still of his slick painted body glinting in the purple-tinted light.
It was that salacious image that burned behind your eyelids when you tried (and failed) to fall asleep, thighs clenched and heart beating erratically while the sound of him moaning your name replayed in your mind like a forbidden lullaby.
You knew it was only a matter of time before he realized that he actually sent you that video, and the anticipation kept you up for hours. It wasn't until the sun began to peek over the horizon when sleep finally came for you.
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a/n: I think there will be a part two for this one!!
𝜗𝜚 bullying Choso until he cums- but you’re only following the instructions on his shirt!
more like this
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You’d seen the shirt online, your screen far too bright for how late it was, coloured pixels burning into your pupils as you scrolled in the darkness waiting for your boyfriend to get home. You were only really looking through the clothes website as something to fill the time, minutes dragging on like molasses. Thumbing in boredom past the designs with obscure city names and sports teams you've never heard of, you saw it.
You’d snorted in laughter, thumb hovering over the picture the website provided as you clicked to enhance the size of the image. At first, it was funny on its own- the stupidity of the big, unapologetically blocky font, the even stupider saying emblazoned across the chest.
Don’t bully me, I’ll cum!
But then, your mind drifts to your sweet, unsuspecting boyfriend. Choso is probably on his way home now, you think- and although he’d never admit it out loud (he would if you asked nicely enough) he did enjoy you being mean to him just a little more than the average person probably should.
Okay, maybe more than a little; the moment you’re on top of him and your palm lands open across his cheek in a slap he’s been begging for, he’s liable to cum immediately. A whine always rips from his throat when you degrade him, watching the way he likes going stupid under your slick hand as you wrap it around his cock and whisper how dumb he looks.
Choso doesn’t really advertise this side of him, preferring to stay quiet about it, but to anybody watching it’s painfully obvious. The way he stares at you when you speak, the way he flushes furiously when you ‘accidentally’ trip and sink your nails into his bare arm for balance.
Yeah, he likes when you bully him.
You smirk, clicking on the size range, and the shirt is ordered within minutes.
“Hey, baby.” Choso announces when he walks through the door, immediately wrapping his arms around you, “what’re you doing? I missed you.”
You lazily scratch his nape with your nails, letting him rest his bodyweight on you in its heavy entirety. “Just... some shopping. I think you'll like it.”
He perks up. “Show me when it arrives?”
You both know what he’s insinuating, a blush already tinting his face; whenever you buy new clothes, ranging from lacy lingerie straight out of his fantasies to simple jeans, Choso adores watching you try them on for him. He sits there patiently at the end of the bed, like a well trained puppy, and waits for you to come out of the bathroom and twirl around.
More often than not, it results in him whimpering between your thighs- not that either of you are complaining about that particular part of your impromptu fashion shows.
Choso's imagining it already, you can tell. If you aren't telling him outright, it must be something good- not to say he doesn't think you look good in everything (or nothing, he loves that even more) but the way you're smirking down at him makes drool water up in his mouth. Maybe it'll be lingerie you already own in a different colour, he muses, or perhaps it'll be a different style.
You smile, a slight tint of evil mixed into the mirth that Choso’s pretty eyes don’t quite pick up on. “Yeah, of course I'll show you, baby.”
He hums happily and buries his face into your skin again.
The shirt arrives three days later (express shipping does wonders, apparently) and you almost squeal with excitement as you cut the parcel open on the kitchen table, scissors in hand. “Choso! My package arrived-!”
He practically teleports around the corner, eager to see what it is you’ve been hiding from him for the last few days. You can’t conceal the grin on your face as you unfold the black fabric, holding back a giggle as you see his brow scrunch in confusion- surely that’s too much fabric for your size, right? Or maybe you just wanted a new sleep shirt, but why would you when he gives you all of his-?
“For you!”
Choso’s eyes land on the text as you hold the shirt up to his eyeline. “For me…?”
Oh. Ohhh.
He goes pink almost immediately as he reads the words printed onto the fabric. “I am not wearing that.”
“But it’s trueee, Cho!” You whine, “you know it’s true.”
“It isn’t.” He says adamantly, sulking at the shirt like it personally offended him. “I won’t cum if you bully me.” Although, his eyes are already darting away from the words as though he isn't ready to think about it too deeply yet.
You raise a brow, dropping the fabric onto the counter. “Is that a challenge?”
He swallows thickly, “n-no, I’m just saying-“
“Wear the shirt, Choso.”
“I don’t want-“
“Wear. It.”
Something about the tone of your voice, the way your eyes narrow darkly as you glare at him, makes something in Choso instantly obey as he reaches out for the shirt. He doesn’t break his annoyed eye contact as he yanks his own clothing over his head, and you try not to let your eyes drift too far down to the wisps of hair dipping below his belt and the muscle of his abdomen.
When it’s on, fabric new and slightly scratchy against his skin, you smile. “Good boy.”
Choso’s cock twitches in his jeans, but he’s determined this time- he will not let you condescend him into an orgasm, no way.
But he will if you have anything to do with it.
“You’re such a fucking slut, Cho.” You pant above him, thighs firmly planted either side of his lean hips. What better way to test his resolve than to bully him until he cums? You’re just making sure the shoe- or, in this case, the shirt- fits!
He moans wantonly, big eyes swimming with tears as he gazes up at you while you bounce on his cock. “B-baby-“
You don’t hesitate, gripping his jaw with one clammy hand and glaring down at him. meanly. “Shut up.”
He gasps, hips bucking as the whites of his eyes make their debut. He’s still wearing the shirt- you insisted on it- and the fabric is heated below your fingers. It’s almost hilarious, on some strange and perverted plane of humour you like to operate on when it comes to your boyfriend.
Choso is trapped below you, around you, inside you as you use him to prove your point. He’d like to say he isn’t struggling to keep his side of the argument alive, but his mind is quickly getting fuzzier as his cock twitches inside your cunt.
“You’re just sooo pathetic for me, aren’t you?” You breathe out, grasping his face into position. You can feel the physical shake that trembles through his body, his hips lurching up to meet the swift glides of your pussy along his sticky length.
Choso groans, strands of hair sticking to his forehead. “I-“
Slap!
He inhales sharply, cock splurging out a few more rivulets of pre when your palm lands on his cheek. You roll your hips harder, “I didn’t tell you that you were allowed to speak, Cho.”
He gives in, nodding dazedly into your touch as you thumb over the stinging mark your hand left behind.
“Look at yourself.” You spit out at him- literally, a thin string dripping glassily down to his mouth. Choso’s lips are already parted, heaving in gasping little breaths between whines, so it isn’t hard for him to readily take the saliva messily smearing across his lips and lick it up like a dog.
You’d feel terrible for bullying your boyfriend if he didn’t look so pretty as you did so. One cheek redder than the other from your slap, hair completely messy against the pillows, eyes totally glossed over and filling with tears as you bully him to an orgasm.
“Cho…” you coo, voice sickeningly sweet, deliberately slowing your movements to hear the way he groans in protest, “do you wanna cum?”
He nods slowly, movements sluggish. You notice the way he isn’t speaking- clearly, your slap did its job and he’s waiting for permission. “You can speak.”
“Please-“ he begs almost immediately, hands encircling your thighs, hips, waist- any skin he can get to, “please, just let me cum, need it so bad-“
You pretend to ponder on this longer than necessary, until the wait dips over into cruelness and Choso is left throbbing and whimpering against the lack of friction. “I’ll let you cum, if-“
“Anything.” He breathes, trembling as you start to pick up the pace again, “please, anything, just let me-“
“You can’t cum until after I do.”
Choso freezes, expression akin to that of a deer in headlights. You know his favourite thing is cumming at the same time as you, how could you be so cruel? “But-“
“You heard me. Wait.”
And he does, because he has no choice; he has to wait and torture himself with the feeling of your warm body pressed up against his, your heat bleeding into the shirt until Choso feels dizzy.
When you feel your orgasm creep up on you, building slowly, you press your mouth against his for the first time since you started and Choso moans into the kiss like he’s been starved.
“M’so close, Cho-“ you keen against his lips, nipping at the skin only to soothe it with your tongue. The feeling of your cunt pulsing so perfectly around his cock makes Choso cry, a few stray tears slipping saltily down his face.
“Please-“ he heaves, “c’mon, let me cum-“
You relent, nodding once, and the effect is instantaneous. His spine arches up off of the mattress, cock jumping inside you as he spills over in milky strands that streak the skin of your thighs and his pelvis, smearing shinily.
Choso trembles through the aftershock, the shirt clinging stupidly to his chest when you roll off him. You giggle as the text comes into focus again along with the rest of your blurred vision. “I told you the shirt was right.”
He groans exhaustedly, throwing an arm across his still-teary eyes. “Stop.”
“You like me bullying you.” You giggle, voice singsongy in a way that should be irritating but really just makes Choso’s heart melt. “I told youuuu.”
Two arms wrap around you without warning, cramming your face against the shirt. He sighs defeatedly, pressing his mouth to your forehead in a gentle kiss to get you to stop squirming out of his grip and lie still. “You’re mean.”
There’s a few moments of silence, and Choso briefly thinks you’ve fallen asleep on his chest, but then-
“If I’m nice to you, will you cum too?”
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a/n: okay so funny story I actually DID see a shirt with this on a while ago and thought about Choso, so maybe this is a manifestation
pervy bf!choso who gets hard when you yell at him.
pervy bf!choso who has a sweat kink.
pervy bf!choso who gets off to the thought of you stepping on him.
pervy bf!choso who’ll eat you out anywhere, anytime. Whether it’s after you’ve came back from the gym, in a empty parking lot, or even in a random public bathroom. He’s always up to it.
pervy bf!choso who loves getting smacked by you during sex.
pervy bf!choso who desperately wants you to peg him. But he’s too nervous to ask you.
pervy bf!choso who loves using your panties as a gag when he jerks off.
pervy bf!choso who uses your cum as coffee creamer.
pervy bf!choso who loves being bossed around by you.
pervy bf!choso who wears a collar with your name on it under his clothes. He loves knowing that you own him, that he’s yours.
ˏˋ°•*🕸 CONTENT ♰ mdni! masturbation, phone sex, pillow humping, needy!yuuta, pervert!yuuta, mommy kink, dacryphilia, established relationship, slightly mean!reader, mild degradation, slight mindbreak, mentions of yuuta being in heat, no pronouns but use of the word girlfriend, pet names (puppy)
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ˏˋ°•*🕸 A/N ♰ wow off to a rough start posting day 1 on oct.4th! that's what happens when kinktober overlaps w/ midtermtober. first time posting my nsfw works, all feedback/reblogs are appreciated!
hope you enjoy ;) .˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.
Okkotsu Yuuta prides himself on many things. He prides himself on being a good friend, on being a good person, on being a strong enough sorcerer to protect those weaker than him, and most of all, on being a good boyfriend.
Yuuta likes to think of himself as being well-disciplined, as having good self-control. He’s a hopeless romantic, and he spent the longest time at the beginning of your relationship trying to ensure that you perceived him as your soft, sweet, sappy boyfriend. And he is all of those things. But under it all, Okkotsu Yuuta is nothing if not a pervert.
And he knows it.
He knows it when you smile at him so sweetly and ruffle his hair, and he feels himself hardening in his pants, imagining you pulling it, forcing his head back, smiling that sickly sweet smile at him as he melts under your gaze.
He knows it when you plop yourself onto his lap for a movie night with your friend group, and he squirms, retreating against the back of the couch, trying to put as much distance between you and his groin as possible, unable to focus on a single scene of the movie because you’re so close to him he can smell you.
He knows it when he feels that humiliating pang of jealousy in his stomach when you stop on a walk with him to say hi to a dog. Scratching its head, telling it to sit, paw…the way your face lights up as you say “good boy!”, and his flushes dark red.
And he knows it now, as he stares at your contact, knuckles white around the edges of his phone, thumb hovering over the call button as his right hand frantically works itself on his cock, the small hotel room filled with nothing but slick noises and his soft, breathy whines.
Yuuta has been away for just under a week on this mission, and he already feels he’s going crazy. It’s only been six days, he tells himself, trying to refrain from calling you at 2 in the morning. He’s already called you every day since he’s left, including four hours ago when he was supposedly going to sleep – but they’ve all been sweet, innocent calls, filled with declarations of how much you miss each other, and how you can’t wait to squish his cheeks and hug him so tightly when he gets back.
He shouldn’t need to call you to get off. He doesn’t, he tells himself.
Except he’s tried everything now. He’s tried looking at pictures of you, he’s tried watching porn and pretending it’s you - all the things that usually work. Yet, for some reason, it’s just not doing it tonight.
By the time he finally gives in and presses call, he’s already so worked up, panting and humping up into his hand. He’s essentially been edging himself without meaning to for the past hour trying to get off without you.
You pick up after four rings, and as soon as Yuuta hears your voice, it’s like a new pathway in his brain lights up that was dark before; he knows he’s done for.
“Hi puppy~” you chide, voice slightly rough from not using it for the past few hours, “What’re you doing up at this hour?”
Yuuta lets out a breathless moan, making you freeze and grip your phone harder. He instantly spills into his hand, unable to control it.
Any humiliation at calling you in such a desperate state is forgotten as he whines and gasps into the phone, his eyes rolling back in relief at finally being able to cum.
“F-fuckkkk, mommy, nnnh–...missed you so much…hah…n-needed to hear you…”
“--Yuuta?”
Yuuta shivers at the way his name sounds coming from your mouth.
“Fuck…y-yea? Ahhh I c-can’t…feels so good…f-fuck I love you… hah…”
You’re stunned into silence, hearing such lewd noises coming from his cute voice instantly having an effect on you.
“Fuck… Yuuta, I–...Did you just cum? From me picking up the phone and saying hi?”
Yuuta nods shamelessly, whimpering a soft “mhm” into the phone, still trying to catch his breath, twitching from the aftershocks of his much needed orgasm. He lifts his shaky hand up to his face, spreading his fingers, watching his thick cum web between them.
“Shit, mommy…I came so much…”
Your breath catches in your throat, still in shock.
“My god, puppy. I don’t even know what to say.”
“Are you mad?” Yuuta whispers breathlessly.
“Of course not. Just surprised, I–...that was so hot.”
Yuuta whines softly, feeling himself twitch again. “Nnnh…y-your voice is so hot…I needed to hear you so bad. W-Was tryna’ cum for so long, couldn’t do it…b-but as soon as I heard your voice, it just happened, I c-couldn’t even help it…nnnh…”
“Aww, Yuuta! You’re so precious.” Yuuta’s pupils dilate at your praise, and he feels heat start to pool in his tummy again. Fuck, the effect your voice has on him is crazy. “So cute. puppy jus’ needed to hear my voice to cum, huh? S’ that easy?”
Yuuta nods, whimpering, unable to stop his hand from sliding down to gently palm at his wet cock, starting to feel uncomfy again. He gasps, sensitive, but pushes up into his hand nonetheless.
“Y..yeah…hah….needed it…t-tried watching porn, 'nd it didn’t even work…jus made me sad…need you…I miss you…”
Yuuta has been quite pent up for the past week, as well, his mission keeping him thoroughly busy. He thought he just needed to cum once, but he doesn’t feel satisfied anymore, especially with you talking to him like this.
“Awww. You’re so cute. I’m glad I could help. I miss you too, Yuuta -so much. How are things going? We didn’t get to talk long today. You must be tired, huh, puppy?”
“M—mhm…” Yuuta’s eyes flutter shut as he grips himself fully, his cum helping his hand glide up and down as he starts stroking again. “Things are going as well as they can... But m’tired, yeah…”
“Well I’m sure you’re doing amazing. You’re so strong, Yuuta. And you’ve trained so hard. I know they overwork you, but I’m so proud of you, baby. There’s nobody better suited for the missions they send you on. Did you eat tonight?”
“Ngh—thank you…” hearing your gentle voice praise him through the phone sends a fresh wave of tingles through his body, making Yuuta shiver. “Wish you were here…y-yea, ate dinner earlier…mommy I—…’m touching myself again…” Yuuta’s face flushes at his admission.
Your eyes widen in surprise and you let out a breathless laugh into the phone. You had picked up on how panty and whiny he sounded, of course, but you had assumed it was because he was still settling down from his orgasm. Leave it to Yuuta to feel horny again within a minute of cumming. Thoroughly entertained, you decide to cut him a little less slack this time.
“Yeah?” You whisper to him, the seductive lilt in your voice making him clamp his legs together around his hand, head falling back against the pillows. “It’s been how long since you came, Yuuta? A minute? Less?”
Yuuta whines, stroking harder, his mind starting to fog up. “d-dunno…less, maybe—hah…”
“Awww. Puppy can’t even hold a conversation with mommy without getting worked up again, huh? M’tryna talk to you and you can’t keep your hands off your pretty cock? Miss me that bad?”
Yuuta feels his balls tighten at your words, tummy starting to clench up, twitching hard into his hand. He can barely think of a response, the way you gently degrade him making him feel all floaty and light, and your soft voice in his ear making him tingle all over.
“Ahh, I—I—y-yeah, I.. c-can’t help it, I…nnnn~”
“What’re you, in heat?” you goad him through the phone, endlessly amused by his antics.
“Hah…maybe…d-dunno... your voice…m-makes me so hard, couldn’t stop myself...hah…fuck, I l-love you…”
“Did you even want to talk to me, Yuuta?” You decide to tease him more, “Or did you just want me to talk at you so you can cum to my voice without even telling me like a little perv?”
“M’sorrryyy~” Yuuta whines, hips bucking off the bed into his hand at this point, “Ngh..w-was trying to listen to you…just need you so bad…m’not a perv…”
“No? You’re not?” Yuuta squirms at the scolding edge to your voice, legs thrashing against the bed, brain growing hazier as he gets closer to his orgasm.
“Mommy please…”
“You’re telling me you wouldn’t be touching yourself to my voice right now no matter what I’m talking about?”
“I-I…nnhh…” Yuuta tries to think of a response, needing to keep you talking. As soon as he opens his mouth, a loud moan rips from his throat, toes starting to curl in pleasure as he focuses his strokes at the sensitive spot right below his tip. Yuuta whines, realizing he can’t remember your question. “C-can’t think, mommy, I—haaaah~… p-please, please…please.”
“Please what, puppy?”
“Please keep talking,” Yuuta moans out, fighting against the foggy feeling in his mind.
“Yeah? What do you want me to say, puppy? Do you want me to praise you?” Your voice goes softer and Yuuta nods frantically, feeling tears start to well in his eyes. “Want me to tell you how pretty you sound? How good you’re being for me? How well I’m gonna take care of you next time I see you, how I’m gonna make you cum so hard your little puppy brain won’t even be able to process it?”
Yuuta gasps, cursing under his breath, head thrown back, practically drooling at this point. He’s dropped the phone from his left hand onto the pillow by his head in favor of clutching the sheets next to him, right hand frantically pumping his flushed, dripping cock, the wet noises almost overpowering his whines.
“Yes, yes, pleeease mommy, p-please please, hah… m’so close…”
“Don’t cum yet, puppy. Stop.”
“W-What?” Yuuta’s hand slows on his cock, his tummy twisting up.
“I said, don’t cum yet. Take your hand off your cock, turn over. I want you to hump one of your pillows.”
Yuuta groans in frustration, his hand automatically ripping itself off of his cock, his body so attuned to following your commands that it listens to you without him even having time to think it through.
He thinks about it more as he watches his pink cock twitch painfully against his stomach, desperately fighting the urge to take it back into his hand. He could just…keep touching, and not tell you.
“I-…b-but…ugh…s’gonna make a mess..”
“I don’t care.”
“But I–”
“Do you wanna cum, Yuuta?”
Yuuta huffs in frustration, cock still throbbing from stopping so suddenly when he was so close to cumming, and reluctantly flips himself over. As tempted as he is, he knows he can’t go through with disobeying you – he’d feel guilty about it the whole night until he’d end up snitching on himself.
“Are you listening to me?” you ask, your voice sharper than before.
“‘Course I am,” Yuuta mutters, huffing again as he grabs a pillow and folds it in half. "Why're you bein' so mean?”
“I’m not!” You smile innocently against the phone. “You don’t have to do any of this, puppy. I can hang up right now and go to bed–”
“No!” Yuuta panics, frantically shaking his head. “D-don’t hang up. Please. I’ll be good, wanna be good for you. I’m listeni–ngnhhh~” Yuuta’s pleading breaks off into a pitchy whine as he sinks his hips against the pillow, eyes rolling back at the soft feeling of the fabric against his cock, already so sensitive from being edged. “Oh... mommy i–it feels good…”
“There you go, puppy. See? M’not being mean, am I? A puppy in heat doesn’t use his hands, you’re supposed to hump something. You’ll love it.”
Yuuta whines in embarrassment, grabbing a second pillow to bury his face in. “M’not in heat,” he mumbles. Yet, he can’t stop himself from rolling his hips, pressing his cock harder into the pillow.
“No? But it seems like you are, puppy. You’re so desperate, you can’t even control your instincts. You were touching yourself without asking me, you came without asking me, and then you started jerking off again while I was talking to you.”
Yuuta pouts, shaking his head as he humps against the pillow harder. “I said m’sorryyy,” he whines, grabbing the phone and holding it closer to his face, eager to hear your voice more. “Couldn’t help it.”
“Because you’re in heat? Or because you’re a pervert who can’t hear my voice without getting hard?”
“I-I–” Yuuta’s cheeks flush with humiliation, and he moves himself up a bit on the pillow, humping it harder, his precum soaking a wet spot into the fabric. “Nghh…hah…m’not…n-not a perv…y-you’re being mean, mommy…”
“Am I?” Yuuta knows the exact look that’s on your face – you’re pouting at him in false sympathy – and just imagining it makes his tummy tighten, and he moans as the tingly feeling in his groin starts to spread up through his body. “Am I being mean?”
“Y-Yeah…hah…s-so mean…” Yuuta pants out.
“And is it turning you off, puppy? Be honest.”
Yuuta drops his head in defeat, letting out a low whine. “No…”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Good boy. Because it doesn’t matter what I’m saying, you’ll cum no matter what just from hearing me talk to you. Because my voice overpowers every last thought in your hazy little puppy brain. Isn’t that right?”
Yuuta just whimpers in response, feeling himself twitch harder, his rhythm becoming irregular. All he can do is pant into the phone, drooling on the pillow that he’s clutching in his arms. He was already so close before he started humping the pillow, he knows he’s not gonna last long.
“Answer me, puppy.”
Yuuta opens his mouth, tries to think of the right answer, and just lets out a sob instead. “g-gonna cum,” he moans.
“Of course you are. Because you’re a pathetic little thing, aren’t you?”
“Nggh…y-yeah…m’pathetic…hah...can I cum mommy? Please please, c-can’t stop…” Yuuta feels his tummy tightening, and he tries to hold himself back, desperately needing your permission this time.
“Say it again, then you can cum. Tell me how pathetic you are.”
Yuuta sobs against the pillow, your voice in his ear making it almost impossible to hold himself back.
“I’m pathetic! I’m your pathetic little puppy. I– ah–j-just thinking about you makes me horny…all I can think about right now is f-fucking into you…c-can’t even listen to you talk–w-without–nghh- ffffffuck I needa cum mommy, pleease~I–I cant–can’t think–”
“Shhh, s’okay. Relax. Don’t need to think anymore. Just cum for me, puppy. Don’t overwork your pretty little brain.”
“Nngh–” Yuuta’s hips stutter and he tenses up, going silent, vision going white, before he whines loudly as he’s thrown into a shaking orgasm, shooting thick white ropes against the hotel pillow. “Fuck mommy–ahhhh…”
You talk him through it gently, finally whispering the praise to him that he’s been waiting for.
“Goood puppy, that’s it. That’s my good boy. Did so well for me, Yuuta. Such a good listener. Let it all out.”
Yuuta basks in your praise, whimpering out almost unintelligible “thankyou”s as he rocks his sensitive cock into the pillow, smearing his cum deeper and deeper into the fabric.
After a minute, his body slumps against the pillows, and he lets out a shaky breath, high on the endorphins running through his body. He feels around blindly for his phone that he dropped at some point in his haze, grabbing it and holding it close to his face, curling his body around it like it’s you.
“Mommy?” he pants out softly.
“I’m right here, puppy,” You quickly reassure him. “You doin’ okay?”
“Mhmm,” he hums, blissed out, your voice lulling him into a sleepy trance now that he’s not so pent up anymore. “Not mad at me, right?”
You laugh softly, feeling a bit bad for him. “Aww. Not even a tiny bit. You did so good, Yuuta, that was so hot.”
“Mmm,” Yuuta hums softly again, smiling.
You hesitate for a moment, before asking, “Was I too mean?”
“Nuh-uh. I liked it.” Yuuta nuzzles his head into his pillow, winces at the wet spot from drooling on it, and flips it over before nuzzling back into it. “I’ve been so horny for you this whole trip. Can’t stop jerking off to your pictures. I need to be put in my place sometimes,” he giggles.
“Dumb puppy,” you try to calm yourself down, cheeks starting to hurt from smiling into the phone. “You know that being horny for your girlfriend doesn’t actually make you a perv, right? I just like messing with you.”
“I know,” Yuuta smiles dreamily into the phone on the other end of the line. Lying there, dazed, with a worn out variation of the same expression as you, hundreds of miles away. “I like when you mess with me…” He pauses, before adding, “Sometimes. As long as you’re extra nice to me after.”
“Of course, puppy. I can only handle being a little mean to you, anyway. You’re such a good boy at heart, aren’t you? Always so perfect for me.”
Yuuta whines, kicking the soiled pillow away from between his legs so he doesn’t get tempted to rub himself against it. “Stop ittt…I love you, but you’re gonna make me horny again.”
“Awhh, I’m sorry, I’ll stop. I love you too, and you need to go to bed.” You pause, before adding, “You know I don’t mean anything I say when I'm mean to you, though, right?”
“Of course not,” Yuuta yawns, smiling. “I know I’m your good boy.”
mdni 18+ // everyones an adult // drabble // lowk itafushi x reader 𑣲⋆
notes: I literally just told everyone I wasn't going to write anything else... so... heres this <3
part 1 , part 2
Yuji's been pent up, sexually frustrated for weeks to the point he's spent endless nights jerking off under his blankets, hoping his roommate Megumi won't notice.
But he does—every single night. Yuji's painstakingly obvious, phone on max brightness with blankets covering him as if it'll help. Then the quiet, 'oh shit, oh shit" as he desperately fumbles for the volume, his phone blaring a video of two girls moaning into each other's mouths.
It's even worse when Yuji's getting closer, soft pants slip from his lips, the wet sounds of spit slicked cock picking up—and fuck, it was starting to get irritating as hell. Especially, when Megumi ends up spending hours in the bathroom himself, hips bucking, fucking his fist to the thought of his best friend jerking off across from him.
It was getting so bad that he was losing sleep over it, only managing a couple of hours every night.
So when he hears the familiar shifting of the blankets, he clears his throat.
Yuji stills as Megumi asks, "You awake, Itadori?"
"...uh"
"I know you're jerking off under the covers," he says dryly. "I can't do another fucking night– what's the issue anyway?"
Yuji's cheeks burn—thank god the room was dark. "There's not an… issue."
He looks over at him, "You're a bad liar, you know that?"
"Come on–" he groans, shifting awkwardly.
"Your dick's out, isn't it?"
"...no?" He groans, hand wrapped tight around his cock.
"Prove it then." Megumi challenges, his dick straining against his pjs.
"N-no," his voice comes out in broken pants.
"What are you beating it every night because you can't cum?" He asks, his cock twitching when Yuji's hips jerk up, fucking his hand like his best friend isn't watching.
Yuji's face flushes, "Well… maybe if I had some help, I wouldn't be struggling to cum."
Megumi's beyond flustered, his face burning as the tips of his ears turn red. He slowly gets up, hesitating, before shuffling over to Yuji.
"What if someone… walks in?"
"Like who?" Yuji asks as Megumi sits on the edge of the bed.
"I don't know–" he's a flustered mess tripping over his words. "You don't think that's a little gay, though?"
"Nah, you're just helping out a friend." He reassures Megumi, tugging the blankets down.
Megumi's eyes widen when he sees his cock, massive and veiny, pre leaking down his length from his flustered tip.
"Can I?" He asks, a hand reaching out to replace Yuji's.
"Y-yeah," his breath hitches when he feels Megumi's hand start moving, slow and teasing. "F-fuck… shit, bro, that feels way better than my hand." He tips his head back, biting back a moan.
"Oh shit–" Megumi groans, tugging his pjs down, heavy cock slapping against his shirt as his cum wets the fabric.
"Did… did you just cum?" He peeks at Megumi through glossy eyes.
Megumi's flushed, panting as he strokes himself through his orgasm, cum coating his pretty cock.
"C-couldn't help it," he says, voice shaking.
"Fuck–" without realizing it, Yuji's reaching down, his thumb pressing gently over his leaky tip, leaving Megumi a whimpering mess.
Yuji groans at the filthy sight. "Didn't know you came so easily, Fushiguro."
Megumi rolls his eyes, hand fisting Yuji's cock as he wraps his lips around the tip. He moans around his length, taking him deeper as the door clicks open.
They both freeze, Yuji's hips snapping up in a last effort as milky white streaks Megumi's throat, your eyes widening in horror.
"Oh- fuck- s-sorry I didn't know I-" you fumble over your words, and you're not sure whether to look at them or turn away.
"Fuck Fushiguro, you might cum easy, but your pretty mouth feels amazing."
Your face burns, ears red as you stammer, unable to form a word.
"Are you just gonna stand there, beautiful?"
As always thank u for any comments, reblogs, and likes <33
mdni 18+ // everyones an adult // drabble // lowk itafushi x reader 𑣲⋆
notes: I literally just told everyone I wasn't going to write anything else... so... heres this <3
part 1 , part 2
Yuji's been pent up, sexually frustrated for weeks to the point he's spent endless nights jerking off under his blankets, hoping his roommate Megumi won't notice.
But he does—every single night. Yuji's painstakingly obvious, phone on max brightness with blankets covering him as if it'll help. Then the quiet, 'oh shit, oh shit" as he desperately fumbles for the volume, his phone blaring a video of two girls moaning into each other's mouths.
It's even worse when Yuji's getting closer, soft pants slip from his lips, the wet sounds of spit slicked cock picking up—and fuck, it was starting to get irritating as hell. Especially, when Megumi ends up spending hours in the bathroom himself, hips bucking, fucking his fist to the thought of his best friend jerking off across from him.
It was getting so bad that he was losing sleep over it, only managing a couple of hours every night.
So when he hears the familiar shifting of the blankets, he clears his throat.
Yuji stills as Megumi asks, "You awake, Itadori?"
"...uh"
"I know you're jerking off under the covers," he says dryly. "I can't do another fucking night– what's the issue anyway?"
Yuji's cheeks burn—thank god the room was dark. "There's not an… issue."
He looks over at him, "You're a bad liar, you know that?"
"Come on–" he groans, shifting awkwardly.
"Your dick's out, isn't it?"
"...no?" He groans, hand wrapped tight around his cock.
"Prove it then." Megumi challenges, his dick straining against his pjs.
"N-no," his voice comes out in broken pants.
"What are you beating it every night because you can't cum?" He asks, his cock twitching when Yuji's hips jerk up, fucking his hand like his best friend isn't watching.
Yuji's face flushes, "Well… maybe if I had some help, I wouldn't be struggling to cum."
Megumi's beyond flustered, his face burning as the tips of his ears turn red. He slowly gets up, hesitating, before shuffling over to Yuji.
"What if someone… walks in?"
"Like who?" Yuji asks as Megumi sits on the edge of the bed.
"I don't know–" he's a flustered mess tripping over his words. "You don't think that's a little gay, though?"
"Nah, you're just helping out a friend." He reassures Megumi, tugging the blankets down.
Megumi's eyes widen when he sees his cock, massive and veiny, pre leaking down his length from his flustered tip.
"Can I?" He asks, a hand reaching out to replace Yuji's.
"Y-yeah," his breath hitches when he feels Megumi's hand start moving, slow and teasing. "F-fuck… shit, bro, that feels way better than my hand." He tips his head back, biting back a moan.
"Oh shit–" Megumi groans, tugging his pjs down, heavy cock slapping against his shirt as his cum wets the fabric.
"Did… did you just cum?" He peeks at Megumi through glossy eyes.
Megumi's flushed, panting as he strokes himself through his orgasm, cum coating his pretty cock.
"C-couldn't help it," he says, voice shaking.
"Fuck–" without realizing it, Yuji's reaching down, his thumb pressing gently over his leaky tip, leaving Megumi a whimpering mess.
Yuji groans at the filthy sight. "Didn't know you came so easily, Fushiguro."
Megumi rolls his eyes, hand fisting Yuji's cock as he wraps his lips around the tip. He moans around his length, taking him deeper as the door clicks open.
They both freeze, Yuji's hips snapping up in a last effort as milky white streaks Megumi's throat, your eyes widening in horror.
"Oh- fuck- s-sorry I didn't know I-" you fumble over your words, and you're not sure whether to look at them or turn away.
"Fuck Fushiguro, you might cum easy, but your pretty mouth feels amazing."
Your face burns, ears red as you stammer, unable to form a word.
"Are you just gonna stand there, beautiful?"
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cw: explicit sexual content, overstimulation, squirting, degradation, praise, rough sex, messy, fingering, creampie, Nanami being a horny fuck. m.list
You learned quickly that nothing got Nanami off faster than when you squirted.
The first time it happened, you swore you were going to die of embarrassment. You were spread out beneath him, thighs trembling around his broad shoulders, his tongue dragging through your soaked folds in relentless strokes. “Kento, wait—wait, I can’t—” Your whole body jerked, you were a whimpering mess as liquid spilled down his wrist, splashing across his chest. You tried to hide your face, mortified, but Nanami only groaned like it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
“Fuck.” He pulled back just enough to look at the mess between your thighs, “Look at you. Making a mess all over me.” His cock twitched hard against your leg, already slick with your release.
“I-I didn’t—mean to—”
“Shut up.” He slapped your clit lightly, making you yelp as another gush slicked his hand. “Fuck, do it again.”
“Kento—” your voice cracked, thighs twitching around his shoulders as he shoved them wider, pinning you open with his strength alone.
“Again,” he growled, two thick fingers plunging into you without warning, curling viciously against that raw, swollen spot that made your whole body seize. You gasped, nails digging into the sheets as you tried to twist away, but he held you down. “Don’t run from me. Take it.” His words were a low snarl against your thigh as his tongue joined his fingers, slurping messily at your clit while he pumped into you hard and fast. The pressure built so fast you were whining and whimpering. “Kento, I—I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he rasped, sucking your clit hard enough to make your vision white out. “You’re gonna soak my face like the perfect little slut you are.”
And you did—your body arching off the bed as another gush sprayed out of you, drenching his face, his chest, the sheets. You tried to cover your face again but Nanami grabbed your wrists, forcing them above your head as he kept you spread, his chin dripping with your release.
“Beautiful,” he muttered, licking his lips, his cock straining against his abdomen, leaking pre all over his stomach. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” You whimpered, trying to close your legs, but he slapped your inner thigh hard. “Open.” His tone was pure authority, and when you obeyed, he shoved his cock against your soaked entrance, smearing himself in your mess before lining up. His jaw was tight, veins straining along his arms as he held your wrists down with one hand and guided his cock with the other.
“You’re gonna squirt all over me while I fuck you,” Nanami growled, pressing the blunt head inside inch by inch, stretching you wide. “Every. Single. Time.”
the slick mess between your thighs making it too easy for him to bottom out in one deep, merciless thrust. You cried out, back arching, and Nanami only groaned through clenched teeth, head dropping to your shoulder.
“Fuck—” his voice was a low snarl, hips grinding deep before pulling back to slam into you again, the wet slap echoing in the room. Your walls clenched helplessly, the obscene squelch of your pussy every time he drove in making you want to hide your face again. “K-Kento, it’s—too much—”
“Too much?” He laughed as his cock drilled into you with brutal precision. His free hand slid between your thighs, thumb circling your abused clit, “No, princess. This is exactly what your greedy little cunt wants. You’re already dripping all over me.”
You keened, thrashing against the hold he had on your wrists, your body jerking violently as another wave sprayed out of you, splattering down his thighs, drenching the sheets. You screamed his name, throat raw, as he fucked you right through it, hips never faltering. His cock twitching deep inside you as your release coated him. “Good fucking girl,” he gritted out, dragging his soaked cock over your clit again just to wring another gush from you. “Let’s go again, yeah?”
cw: megumi with mommy issues, age gap, mommy!kînk, milf!reader (in a way), landlady!reader, subby gumi, hàndjob, he's a mess, usage of “good boy” (all the characters are 18+)
megumi thought he was untouchable. a sorcerer. disciplined and sharp-edged.
at nineteen, he’d faced curses without blinking, summoned shikigami with a steady hand, and moved into his new apartment near college like it was just another mission.
he was in control. always.
until you. you, his landlord, with your soft curves and warm eyes. you, with that motherly smile that unraveled him like a loose thread.
the first time he met you, cookies in hand, your sundress clinging to your hips, he’d choked on his own tongue. tried not to stare at the swell of your breasts as you leaned close, pointing out the apartment’s quirks. your scent—vanilla, soft, home—lingered in his head for days.
he was screwed. his mommy issues, buried deep, clawed their way out.
now, weeks later, he’s in your apartment, on your couch, head in your lap, your thighs, plush and warm, cradle his cheek.
he’s shaking, not like the first time, when he played it cool—a shrug, a lazy lean, all casual. now? he’s a mess.
your fingers weave through his dark hair, slow and gentle, each stroke sparks down his spine, your other hand rests low. too low, right on the waistband of his sweats.
“you’re so tense, megumi,” you murmur, voice warm, low, a lullaby with teeth. “always carrying so much, aren’t you? no one teaches boys like you how to let go.”
he swallows hard, can’t speak, just breathes you in—your scent, the silk of your robe brushing his skin.
your fingers dip under his shirt, grazing his stomach. his muscles jump. his cock twitches, already straining against his sweats. don’t look at her tits, he chants in his head. but they’re there, spilling soft against your robe, so close he could turn his head and—
no. he won’t. he’s not that guy.
“you’re always doing so much for others,” you say, your hand sliding lower. “let mommy take care of you for once.”
mommy.
the word hits like a curse, searing through him. his breath stutters. your fingers press down, right over the ache in his pants. he chokes, body stiffening, thighs tensing under your touch. you smile. like you’ve found a secret you’ll keep forever.
“already so worked up,” you whisper, brushing over the bulge. “been holding this in all day, haven’t you? just waiting for mommy’s attention.” he nods, barely, shamefully. his face burns, pressed into your lap.
your hand slips under the waistband, warm and sure, wrapping around his cock. he gasps, a soft noise dying in your thigh. slow, gentle strokes. his hips twitch, desperate for more.
“such a good boy,” you praise, your voice velvet. his cock throbs in your grip, leaking precum, slicking your palm. you pump him with long, careful strokes, watching his face—brows knitting, jaw clenching, legs twitching. he’s trying so hard to be quiet.
“you can make noise, baby,” you murmur, leaning down to kiss his temple. “it’s just me. mommy won’t mind.” he doesn’t. he bites his knuckle instead, body shuddering as you stroke faster, tighter. you squeeze near the tip, and he whines, breath ragged.
“does that feel good, sweetheart?” he nods, eyes squeezed shut, too embarrassed to meet your gaze. “good,” you hum. “then be a sweetheart and give it to me. just like this.” your other hand keeps petting his hair, grounding him.
your breasts are so close, the robe slipping, revealing soft, heavy curves. he wants to bury his face there, lose himself in your warmth. the thought alone has him throbbing harder. your strokes quicken, slick and steady, the wet sounds filling the room.
“look at you,” you coo, bending close, breath hot against his ear. “so pretty like this, all needy for mommy.” he’s unraveling. “m-mommy,” he gasps, voice breaking, hips bucking into your hand.
“that’s it,” you soothe, twisting your wrist just right. he’s done for. ropes of tension snap, and he spills, hot and thick, coating your hand, his stomach, your fingers. he gasps into your lap, voice hoarse, low, broken.
you stroke him through every twitch, every shudder, soft praises falling like a lullaby. “there we go, baby. that’s mommy’s good boy.”
he doesn’t flinch at the word anymore. not when it’s true. not when he’s safe, soft, yours. you slow your strokes, letting him catch his breath, his head still nestled in your lap. your thighs cage him, warm and steady.
he opens his eyes, dazed, to find you licking your fingers clean, eyes locked on his, hungry and fond. “feeling better, sweetheart?” you ask, all sweet mischief. he nods, too wrecked to speak but you’re not done. you lean down, lips brushing his ear.
“next time, mommy’s gonna take you in her mouth,” you whisper. “you’ve earned it.” his cock twitches again, half-hard already.
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