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as much as I'd love to write more subbyboy smut, I've decided to take summer college classes! your dear writer is furthering their education and will be going on a small hiatus, though I'm always looking for new requests to spark my inspiration.
please send me requests/horny ideas for me to perhaps write and cheer me up while college beats my ass .·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·.
Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease write about Trey with a reader who's gotten into trouble with Riddle (he has NO respect for the law, much less for whatever silly rules Riddle can come up with) and is blowing off steam using Trey🙏I will sell my soul to you as payment
a/n: keep your soul, you need it for coming up with more BANGER ideas for me to write ദ്ദി (｡•̀ᴗ-)
tags: male reader, rough sex, trey uses the nickname "sweetheart"
Honestly this was better for everyone involved. Focusing your restless energy onto fucking Trey instead of ranting for two hours was the perfect arrangement.
Trey was sprawled across the table, his cheek pushing against the wood with every harsh thrust. He wasn't even fully undressed, his dress shirt messily rode up to partially show his toned back. Earlier, he had insisted on taking off and even folding his clothes! Honestly, after dealing with Riddle all day, that just riled you up even more.
With a particularly harsh thrust into him, he let out a strangled gasp so pretty it made you want to make him cry.
"You're right, this really is the perfect way to relive some stress.. Mmh.."
You bent down to speak riiight against Trey's ear, pressing your body flush against his back. That movement pushed you even deeper into him, a making a filthy, wet sound. A deep groan leaves his swollen lips, and you swear you could hear a "please!" in the middle of it. Unfortunately he bit it back at the very last second. Honestly, you're surprised that he still has the mind to try to muffle himself.
"Come on.. What were you saying? Don't you dare try to hold back, I swear I've had enough of doing that today-!" you said, a weird mix of the day's irritation and the night's lust evident in your voice.
Trey still didn't reply, panting with an open mouth. Maybe he was too fucked out to even remember what he said, but that's fine. You'll get him begging by the end of the night. If Riddle has some stupid rule about not fucking the vice head in the comfort of your own home, then so be it. Fuck, let him hear, poor Riddle might get as red as his hair.
Okay, fine, you were being dramatic. Though can anyone really blame you for thinking unclearly while deep inside your boyfriend?
Said boyfriend is shaking like a leaf, one hand gripping the side of the table as you pound him with all the strength you have. Your pace was almost frantic, making the both of you jerk in pleasure. Green hair flying everywhere, he looked the most disheveled you've ever seen him. God, he was just so cute, it was making you dizzy.
His insides spasmed around you, pushing a grunt out of you. "Trey.. Aahn.. you're really enjoying this aren't you? Didn't think a sweet and plain guy like you liked to be treated rough and gentle.."
"Please-!" He wheezed, riled up more by your words,. "Sweetheart, its- so m-much, so much-!"
Smiling a little, you crooned, "I never thought you'd sound so good begging.. You should do it more often."
Going a bit slower, your cock buried in him fully, and he turned his head a little more so you could see. They were tightly shut before,. But when he opened them, the rims of his eyes were a little red, like he'd been crying. How adorable. (to edit pacing of this part)
Reaching forward, you grabbed his hand that was gripping the table. "Shhh you're doing really well, taking me.."
With striking contrast to the earlier bruising roughness, you tangled your fingers with his, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb.
"Just a little more, okay Trey? I know you can take it.."
have u ever considered. reader tying up sogo, mitsuki, yamatos (I7) hands. and sitting them in their lap in front of a mirror. and making them look at their own reflection while all while reader jerks them off and praises them and tells them how pretty they are
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a/n: hi stranger. so I may have gotten carried away and made a separate post for sogo and mitsuki releasing soon and will link it here when I'm done <3 im (not) sorry for my favoritism though for releasing yamato first
tags: gn reader, mirrors, handjobs, and praise
type: ficlet
they're idols, they should be used to being looked at.. but not like this!!
Outwardly,. Yamato's trying to show that he's salty about the whole thing, trying to shove down his enthusiasm. Poor thing's just embarrassed. Don't be fooled by it though, he's surprisingly sensitive. You've been rough with him before, but this time, you're determined to be loving and soft. Might prove to be hard though, since he'll squirm away from softness like he had touched a hot pan. Good thing he's absolutely whipped for you though.
"Y'know, this is really sexy and all, but did you really have to bring a mirror here?"
At this point, you're about to smack Yamato's heard with a newspaper if he doesn't stop complaining. This whole time, he's whined about how tight the bindings are, the fact that he had bindings at all, and now the mirror. He knows damn well he can stop whenever he wants. Apparently, Yamato simply enjoys being a little shit to you.
Holding back a sigh, you wondered if he got off on annoying you. Probably. The sigh you let out was a strange mix of affectionate and annoyed, and you'd long since gotten used to the feeling.
Instead of smacking him up the head, you tightened the bindings again. Only his arms and ankles were tied, at least you didn't feel like doing shibari on his torso tonight. Behind his back, his wrists were bound, and his ankles were tied to parts of the bed so his legs would stay parted wide. His was sitting up, legs spread and slightly slouching. Despite the vulnerable position, Yamato just kept verbally poking at you.
"Awful lot of talk for a guy only wearing a shirt and nothing else." You snarked back, pushing back the temptation to gag him. Or shove your fingers in his mouth. Tonight, you planned to be sweet.
"Yeah, well you're the one who wants to see me so bad like this." Yamato replies, a lazy grin on his face.
You didn't humor him with a reply, settling into position behind him. Your legs sat in a way that one leg was on each side of him, keeping him practically in your lap. It was a little awkward getting comfortable, but he was worth it for this. You pressed a kiss on the back of his neck, taking pleasure in the way he his shoulders jolted a little the simple touch. If he was reacting so obviously now, how would he handle it when you got to the main event?
Reaching for his half hard cock, he quickly shut up. It was almost funny, how he wanted to keep his composure even now. Wanted to appear like he was in control of the situation even when tied up and forced to look at his own flushed body. How cute..
Every up and down stroke pushes more heat into his stomach, making him jerk his hips into your palm with all the limited movement he had. Usually you'd start slow, to get him used to it, but this time? The moment you'd touched him, Yamato was already leaking, slick just from taunting you and being tied up. The way he was throbbing in your hand, getting so worked up in such a short time made your eyebrows shoot up a little. Could anyone blame you for being greedy?
"Ah.. wait-!" he gasps, and you watch as his eyes widen when you suddenly swipe your thumb across his tip. Seems like you weren't the only one surprised with how sensitive he was right now.
"Mmm? Don't tell me you're that you just discovered a new kink of yours. Mirrors? Really?" you cooed, moving yourself even closer so your torso snugly pressed against Yamato's back. From your spot behind him, you could see his pretty face, mouth open and twisted in pleasure. Just the sight ignited another electric spark in you, travelling up your spine.
"No. No." he replied too fast to be normal, scrambling to defend, "this was your idea remember? This isn't- hngh."
He flushed impossibly harder at your teasing, all of a sudden feeling as if he was stripped completely naked. You'd let him keep his shirt (for now), but suddenly the cold air of the room hitting his bare thighs felt so, so obvious now. Embarrassment pricked his skin, and he turned his head away from the mirror.
Of course you noticed. All your attention was on him, and a tiny part of him wanted to run away from your gaze.
"Hey. Come on, won't you look at your pretty face?"
Yamato hadn't even had his eyes shut for more than five seconds before he felt your free hand grip his chin and turn it forward again. He clamped his mouth shut as well, the sudden onslaught of vulnerability made him clam up. His legs tensed, but despite pulling at the bindings, his
"Please? You look so cute like this, and I don't get to see you squirming very often.."
Contrary to his silence, words flowed out of your lips, crooning praises that made his pulse quicken even faster than the way you kept a steady pace on his dick. He wasn't supposed to be cute!
"I love listening to your sounds, please.." you nuzzled into his shoulder, pouting a little. Tilting your head, you made sure he felt your breath brush against the sensitive part of his neck, "you deserve to be treated so good-"
Yamato cut you off, "Okay, okay I get it! Just.. You're talking too much."
He finally pried his eyes open, and you pushed up his glasses up for him with one swift motion. Yamato still struggled with keeping his attention on the mirror, but after your sugary sweet words, he looked a bit happier. Biting down on your lip to prevent another tease from falling out, you settled for licking at his neck.
"Come on, we've barely started. Keep your eyes up, pretty boy."
rly just wanna sit a pretty boy on my lap in front of a mirror & make him watch while I play with him. whisper in his ear about how pretty he looks and how perfect his cock is....
I send thee an image of Yamato once more, desperate and longing for your presence that never come home, he start to touch himself/hump your pillows and maybe snooping around your drawer and getting drunk from your smell alone. Calling your name like mantra, you're welcome! <3
It was just.. Yamato knew you'd come home in a week. Seven days. About 168 hours. Not that long. He's waited longer for things.
Fuck, but it's been a so long already! He wasn't the type to get clingy, (unless he was drunk, that was a whole other story) but a month is too long for a business trip.
Yamato flopped onto your bed, pillows jumping at the sudden weight. He turned his head to one side, staring one of your plushies right in the beaded eye. If he really squinted, he could see a pathetic expression reflected back. Earlier, Yamato had already told IDOLISH7 that he would be staying over at partner's house to clean up. Mitsu had shot at him with a "You? Cleaning? Man, they must be really spoiling you~"
Mitsuki had gotten a pillow thrown at his head for that.
In his defense, he did clean! On some days. Most days he visited, he'd just lay on their bed and nap. If he had extra time on his hands, Yamato would just sprawl on the couch and scroll on his phone. He cooks here and there, just to chase off the boredom. This schedule was good. Manageable. His feelings just had to be pushed aside for the time being. Just wait for seven more days, but in the meantime he'd do what he'd always done when you were gone.
Letting out a groan, he rolled over, grabbing a random long pillow and gripped it against his chest. The bed was so cold and quiet, the clock ticking. The air was still, and the loudest thing Yamato could hear was his own breathing. Not anyone else's, just his own, in a room that wasn't his.
Suddenly, the tightness in his chest grew a bit stronger to the point he couldn't ignore it. He grabbed a blanket, holding it up to his face. Embarrassingly, it was just to soothe himself, but his eyes widened at the sudden scent. Ah-!?
A soapy and sweet scent hit him, with a tiny bit of the lotion you used. It was mostly detergent, but it was yours.* Honestly, Yamato would sooner die than let anyone know, but he melted a little more into the mattress, the blanket scrunching up in his fists. It smelled so clean and fresh and so much like you. Of course, your human scent is gone with time, but it was enough for now..
“Haaah..”
Curling up on his side, Yamato let his eyes flutter shut, sleepily holding the blanket and pillow close. If he just closed his eyes, he could just.. almost pretend you were there. An evening nap wasn't ideal, but..
He shifted his position a little, and the long pillow tucked in-between Yamato's legs pressed even more snugly against him. It was firm yet plush, and..
Yamato slowly moved his hips a little more, a soft exhale of air escaping his nostrils as he did. The solid weight rubbing against his dick felt.. surprisingly nice. Well, not surprising actually, he'd humped a few of his pillows when he was a horny teen. Ever since he started dating you though, he'd never had to do that again. Why fuck a pillow when you could have the real thing to grind against?
That would be true most of the time, but you weren't here. Yamato closed his eyes, and pressed his nose into the top of the pillow, breathing in. Slowly, his hips started to move, back and forth. You wouldn't mind right? As long as he cleaned up his mess, if he made any.
The pillowcase must've been freshly washed.. a weird feeling bloomed in his chest as Yamato realized he was dirtying a sweet-smelling, clean pillow like this. It wasn't even his, he would be tainting his cute partner's pillow. While they were gone, even worse! Shame rose deep in his belly. To Yamato's surprise, so did arousal. Fuck. There's no way he had some sort of corruption kink?!
The plushie he'd been in a staring match before peered back at him. Quickly grabbing it, he turned it around to face the wall. Pillow humping was too fucking embarrassing for there to be a damn plushie watching him.
“Mmh..!”
One particularly harsh grind against the pillow made him jolt and let out a sound that was too loud for his liking.
“Actually.. why stay quiet, no one's even here..”
Yamato mumbled to nobody in particular, his sleepy mind removing all filters from his mouth. His legs pressed together, pushing the pillow even harder against his cock. Electric shocks of pleasure travelled down his spine, forcing a little grunt out of him. It could never compare to grinding against you, warm skin instead of cold fabric.
The thought of you just stoked the heat in his stomach and made him more frustrated. His whole body screamed, needing to hold flesh and blood instead of this cold substitute.
Yamato closed his eyes yet again, really focusing on the way your voice sounds. Every breath, every time you hiss out your “s”, your lips popping and moving, or the slight accent you had for certain words. Everything. His mind went wild.
“Good boy, doing all the work huh?”
His mind had conjured up your voice, whispering and cooing into his ear as he thrust against the pillow. Yamato really, really tried his best not to whimper, but barely held it back. This would drive him crazy..!
“Just a little bit more, so pretty for me aren't you?”
He let out a shaky gasp at that. Damn it, he was still weak for praise. Soft, sweet praise that made him feel like he was being spoiled and pampered, that got his cock twitching in his pants. Even with fabric in-between, he felt so damn sensitive it was dizzying. A particularly good angle was found, and he moaned into the cloth. The blanket smelled so good.. the thought of tainting such a clean thing made him even hornier.
He imagined rubbing against you, humping your thighs, feeling your arms on him, anything. Yamato missed you so much. Far too soon, his already fragile composure cracked, loud gasps interrupting his thoughts. "Fuck, gonna cum thinking of you-"
A few more thrusts, and he let out a barely intelligible, strangled whine of your name. Yamato's body jerked, holding the pillow tight as he felt himself spill in his own pants like an inexperienced teen again. Damn it.
For a whole minute, he lay there, curling up into a loose ball around the pillow. His harsh breathing sounded more like wheezes after that, and Yamato couldn't help but nuzzle into the blanket to muffle his sounds. His whole body felt shaky, and all he needed was a good cuddle. The closest thing to that was..
Grabbing his phone from the nightstand, Yamato quickly called your number. It was embarrassing, but it was practically muscle memory by now. He placed the phone flat on the bed and snuggled back into the blankets.
“Hellooo-? Yama, what's up over there? Anything wrong?”
A little puff of air came from his mouth, a half laugh of sorts. It was really hard to keep his voice from shaking..
“Hi cutie. What, do I need an important reason to call you? I thought missing you was enough, hmm?”
HI HI!! I wanted to request for our favorite little war general cuz yes. I’ll just get to the point; I was wondering if you could make the reader (male preferably but whatever is easier to you) have insane stamina during intimate sessions. I’m talking about INSANE INSANE. Even Lilia can’t handle it… That’s all, you can do add anything else if you feel like it😋
THANK YOUUUU!!! Take as much time as you need, I love all your works<3
a/n: sorry for the long break ! I <3 m!reader
tags: breeding kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation, mention of sadism, kinda puppytop!reader? mention of Lilia having past sexual partners
It's just a matter of time before Lilia started crying from this.
Honestly, that was your goal now. He was always so composed, always a few steps ahead of you. Thinking back to the years you knew him, you'd never seen a single tear come from his pretty eyes. Ah, maybe that sounded bad. You weren't some sadist or something, wanting to see Lilia distressed.
...Okay, maybe you were a bit of a sadist.
Wasn't it natural to want to see your partner's hidden side?! Wasn't it natural to want to see your partner crying and shaking in pleasure? Wasn't it natural to want to fuck your partner and watch them break? You chewed on your lips, heart thumping like a drum as you watched Lilia wheeze and shake below you. Marks littered his back, bites appearing red and flushed against his pale skin. Scars from years long past were given special attention, softer bites and kisses dropped on them.
"I'm.. not a sadist right Lilia? Right?"
It took a few moments for him to reply, his harsh breaths being the only sound in the room.
"My.. my dear, whatever do you mean..?"
For once he sounded absolutely baffled, lifting his head up from the pillow to face you. Locks of his hair fell in front of his face and you would've giggled if you were in any other situation.
"Is it bad that I wanna see you cry? I wanna see you tired out, I need to breed you." The words just kept flowing out of your mouth, no matter how embarrassing. At your words, you felt him clench around your cock, and his eyes fluttered shut for a second.
Both of your chests heaved up and down, thighs trembling from the third.. maybe fourth round. Your stomach still feels like it's filled with a blazing fire, despite your tired muscles. Lilia looks worse off than you though, you'd think he just ran a marathon by the way he's twitching and lightly wheezing.
After catching his breath, Lilia gave you a weak grin, "Well, I suppose it isn't bad when I'm letting you do this? Though it'll take a lot more tham that to make this old man cry.."
Damn it, he still had the audacity and energy to tease you.
Jerking forward sharply, you groaned, watching Lilia's head fall forward into the pillow again. His back arches a little. That movement catches your eye, so damn pretty that you can't help but nuzzle into the space in-between his shoulder and neck. Trying to keep your voice steady, it drops into a sweet, breathy coo as you pound even harder. “Please.. a few more times. I wanna see you cry."
Lilia couldn't even reply, sweet little "ah- ah ah"s forced out of his mouth every time you slammed into him. Filthy squelching sounds filled the room as well, the sound of your mixed fluids slicking the way in him.
"Let me fuck you, let me fill you up please Lilia.."
The first few rounds, he was energetic and jumpy, even pressing himself down and riding you like you were "too slow". Now he lay almost limp on the bed, not having enough energy to even raise his hand to hide his face. Holding his legs, you felt them involuntarily jolt when you hit a particularly soft spot in him. Looks like he couldn't even muster up the strength to hit back with another teasing remark..
Even now, Lilia has the audacity to tease you. Even now, he sounds so put together, when his slender legs were in the air and parted for you. Even now, when he's sprawled on the bed, still looking graceful with his hair a mess.
Seriously? Now?
"Lilia.." you whined against his leg, flustered by his mere words despite your cock dragging against his insides, "it's not my fault you look so pretty and.."
"Oh?"
You fell silent, opting to thrust a little harder. He was just too much sometimes.. constantly playful like he has the upper hand, and even purposely licking a popsicle while making contact with you. Where did he even learn that from?!
"Come on my dear, finish your sentence. I do hope it's another compliment for yours truly.."
He finished his sentence off with a little laugh, a tinge of breathlessness at the end.
"You look.." Huffing, you looked away from his face, drifting off to his stomach. At that, you averted your eyes as fast as possible, face heating up. "Forget it, can I just fuck you properly already?"
The bastard laughed again, fangs glinting in the dim light.
"Go ahead dear, you're the one controlling the pace, I'm just here for the ride. Or are you too nervous? Come on, what could you be looking at?"
He stressed the word "ride", smiling a bit more at the little innuendo.
You let out a little exhale, deciding to come clean about what's been weighing on your mind.
"Lilia.. I can see my cock fucking you.."
He let out a little hum of surprise as he looked down at his belly. "Ah. Well, the benefits of being small, hmm?"
He tried his very best to sound relaxed and unaffected, but you could clearly feel his insides clench greedily around you at the sight. Experimentally, you slowly thrust in and out, watching your cock disappear into him and cause that little bulge.
"Hah.. you sure are enjoying this.."
Lilia panted out, voice ending into a little grunt as you spread his legs wider. At this new angle, you hit deeper, stretching him out.
"I'll fuck you until you're all pretty and filled up, maybe then you'll shut your mouth."
It was getting increasingly harder to talk properly with Lilia pulsing around you, but you had to vent out your annoyance somehow. It was like he was trying to milk your cock, to get him to breed you. He pulled his own legs apart with shaky arms, gripping them like a lifeline.
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I've been shamelessly staring at this for too long.
I feel like bunny outfit yamato would be uncharacteristically shy, trying to cover up as much as he possibly can. It's really hard to though, with his neck, chest, and thighs all on full display, all for you to stare at (and grab at, provided you're gentle enough.)
he says that bunnies don't fit him, and a far better animal would be a fox, or maybe a really lazy fat cat. something.. less cute than a bunny!
maybe you'll insist, say that he does fit a bunny, he's cute enough in your eyes to wear this bunny outfit. he says that you're way too sweet and looks away.
maybe then you'll note that bunnies are also.. known to be really fucking horny, and he stiffens, shifting to prevent you from seeing the bulge down there. cute.
You stayed still for a moment, aftershocks from the last round still buzzing in you. Usually, it would have died down by now, but now, the needy fire in your gut just burned hotter. You haven't seen your boyfriend in such a long time, was it really so bad that your body was extra greedy to make up for it?
"Trey.. I'm not done yet.. need more.. please?"
He groaned into the pillow, his back muscles flexing as he adjusted his position.
"Seriously? We just finished and now you want more? Insatiable.."
He would never admit that your plea sent fresh sparks of desire through him. Would never admit that he was weak to your whiny voice asking him oh so nicely when-
"Ahn- hey!"
Jolting forward, Trey choked on a moan as you suddenly pushed forward, filling him up.
"Sorry, sorry.. just.. tell me to stop and I will."
How.. considerate of you. Even when his thighs were leaking with your release, you still begged for more with your mouth against his shoulder. Even with your cock buried deep inside him, he still felt the urge to play with you a little. Maybe he should tease you, dangle your treat over your head just to have some fun.
"Hmm.." Trey hummed, trying to steady his voice against the little bites you were littering across his bare shoulders, “Honestly, I'm not used to attention, it feels really flattering to be taken care of like this.”
A particularly harsh bite to his neck forced out a little “ngh” out of his throat, and Trey realized his own patience was wearing thin by the second. He sighed, face pushing into the plush pillow.
“Fine..”
“Can't hear you with your mouth against the bed, you know?”
Tilting his head to the side so you could hear, Trey spoke a bit louder. “Fine, fine, go ahead sweetheart. Take me.”
The second those words left his mouth, you slammed into him, filling him up completely. A strangled moan left his throat as he heard the wet squelch from the last round.
“Ahaha.. it's like I d-dropped the leash on a hyperactive puppy- hnn-!”
His teasing words cut off into a grunt as you picked up speed, hips snapping forward. The friction felt so good, and he was so wet from the last round. Your body barely got a break from the relentless fucking, and tears pricked at your eyes.
Well, not like Trey was doing any better. Actually, he was probably doing way worse than you. Minutes flew by, and tears were always streaking from his amber eyes. It was such a cute sight, his mouth open and letting out incoherent whimpers. Every thrust grazed that sensitive spot in him, sending sparks of pleasure-pain up his spine.
“So.. much..”
Your boyfriend squirmed under you, unintentionally pushing himself deeper onto your cock. At that, he let out a louder whine, indignant like you're the one who did that. Breathlessly, you kissed his shoulder again. That was stupidly endearing..
His thighs tensed and and instinctively closed a little as his whimpers reached a higher pitch. Overstimulated hmm?
You reached down and took his thigh, prying his legs apart wider. What a pretty view, your cock disappearing in and out of his slick hole. Trey choked out a ragged gasp, the new angle letting your cock hit spots that made the edges of his vision blur.
“You're strong, you can take it, right Trey?”
“Please, please, p-please, more- nnh, I can't.. haah-! ”
Trey's legs were spread obscenely, taking your cock so well. Nothing was in his mind except for the burning sensation of your cock filling him up, rubbing against his insides so deliciously. His body shook as he tensed again, cock jerking untouched as he came a second time.
Still, as he panted against the pillow, you kept going. Your fingers gently caressed his shoulder, a stark contrast to the bruising pace you fucked into him. His body was a live wire of overstimulation, and all that he could manage to say was your name and begging littered in-between.
“T-too much, it's.. so much.. haaah… more, love you-!”
The meal was tasty u did perfect. Trey is indeed so hot. Criminal lack of sub!Trey in this world ur my saviour.
thank you hehe <33 I aim to feed the sub!character likers, because we are STARVING!! trey is unbelievably hot and the way that he's always so composed in fics makes me wanna wreck him even more. nothing against people who like him dominant or composed, but it's just not my thing at all
hi can I request for a camboy minific pls? You can pick any character you'd likeee, I just want to see a sex toy that vibrates for some time when someone sends money to the camboy being used in there 💖
a/n: a really old ask from march 😭 I <33 camboy asks though
(yes I know it's a little ooc for tokiya of all people to do this, but I'm gonna try to make it work AND be in character)
tags: camboy, use of toys, solo character, only an x reader if you squint
Tokiya's heart pounded like a drum as he carefully wrapped one hand around his cock, only half hard. it's okay, it's okay, the camera was safely away from his face. The phone stand was steady and expensive, no chance of falling or anything disastrous like that. Plus, he had his own apartment now, no threat of his (loud and annoying) past roommates barging in. Anyone else seeing him in this situation was grounds for becoming an outcast in the entertainment industry.
No, no, don't think about that now.. dont worry at all..
Despite all the safety measures he took, Tokiya’s chest still pounded erratically, making him sigh shakily.
user091305: i think he's nervous, stop rushing him!!!!!
They were right for that. Even though he's done this so many times, his chest still felt as tight as if he was jerking off for the first time. Why did he keep chasing this? it's not like anyone's forcing him to do this.
Actually, quite the opposite, with his idol profession, he wasn't even supposed to be doing this in the first place at all! Getting caught would cause all his hard work to crash in flames. Damn it, he has to stop overthinking.
The adrenaline from his heart travelled down to his stomach, adding coals to the heat pooling down there.
Ah. That was definitely why.
Despite his fears, he still gave a test stroke to his dick, careful not to make a noise. If his viewers really wanted a sound out of him that badly, they'd have to work for it this time. He'd try his very best to stay quiet, biting his lip. Hyperaware of the toy inside of him, he silently held up a notepad.
When a user sends money, the toy in me will vibrate. I shall be counting on you to make me finish.
Absent-mindedly, he wondered if his perfect handwriting was out of place for a scene like this. Was his wording too formal?
user091305: how does that even work 😭😭??
Tokiya held back a small laugh. Like hell he knew the answer to that. Ren’s the one who helped him with this.. bizarre setup.
Instead of answering, he started stroking himself, fear of getting caught messily mixing with arousal. His other hand drifted up to his chest, a habit he developed to calm his racing heart. The feeling of his palm on his bare chest felt way too good.
Eyes fluttering shut, Tokiya imagined his hand was someone else's. Someone who'd put their hand on his chest to calm him, someone who'd trail their touch down, down until it rested on his stomach. A partner who'd jerk him off with one hand and caress him so gently with the other..
“Fuck-!”
Jolting forward, Tokiya yelped. He was ripped from his daydream by the sudden vibration from inside of him, a little pinging sound accompanying it from his phone.
“Ah.. ah, so soon? I didn't expect you to- mmh..”
After a few seconds, the vibration stopped.
Catching his breath, Tokiya panted. “Excuse.. my language, that took me by surprise."
He resumed his stroking, this time using his other hand to grip and rub at his inner thighs. At first, he did that just to calm himself. Watching the chat though.. It made himself look more alluring. His free hand travelled slowly up and down his body, giving feather-light touches to his torso. Like he had all the time in the world, he lazily made his way to his neck, wrapping his own fingers around it gently. Everyone told him his hands were pretty. Better put that to good use now.
The more he caressed himself, the more the viewers sent money, and-
“Please.. I beg of you, slow down, I'm close.. ah..!”
The sudden vibrations made Tokiya's hips buck up, cock twitching in his hand. His thighs were shaking a little, as if they're trying to decide whether to spread his legs apart or not.
“Ahn.. mgh...”
user091305: cute.. im gonna go broke over you one day <33
