Girl I would kill for more stilesx black reader smut!!
Thinking about...
Stiles, who gets horny when he's stressed. He's tired and thinking about practice tomorrow and considering skipping school but he knows he has too many absences and is one week away from repeating junior year. It's 2:30 in the morning, he just crawled through his bedroom window and flopped onto bed when he remembered the homework that was worth 60 points of his grade.
So, he drinks some coffee and prepares for an all nighter. He's studying, scrolling through pages of his online textbook, and all the pressure is mounting on his shoulders. Even Stiles has a breaking point for math.
During a spontaneous break, Stiles takes a scroll through Instagram. One thing leads to another, and he's clicking through your story, then through your highlights. His fingers automatically go to the highlight he's spent a gross amount of time looking at, your summer highlight
He's getting hard, staring at your tits in the swimsuit he helped you pick out at the mall, and imagining what it would look like slipping you out of that swimsuit top. Or maybe keeping it on.
One more thing leads to another and now his hand is down his pants. Oops!
He's now a red, pathetic mess. He's rubbing his thumb over the tip and sending shivers through his entire body, his eyes hyper focused on the image he has saved on his computer of you two posing where just enough of your cleavage was visible and he could see a bit more of one of your boobs than the other. The outline of your hips, and he's imagining what in between your thighs look like. Ultimately it would be as beautiful as the rest of you but still!
He promised himself he wouldn't do this again. How gross could he get? Jerking off, literally humping his hand from overstimulation while zooming in on the part of Scott's story where you were laying down on your stomach in the back, and Stile's had a dream like view of your perfect ass covered by your tights. He promised himself yesterday that he would stop jerking off to one of his best friends, but he truly couldn't help it!
He's stressed like all the time, and for some reason his brain always turns stress into the urge to hump something. His mattress in his sleep, his hand, you. Oh god, the urge to rub up on you was strong
Whenever he sees you, applying lip liner and gloss to your thick lips, whenever he sees you reclining in the sun with light sparling off your dark skin, when he gets a full view of the perfect roundness of your ass, when he noticed your shorts slide over once during a group sleep over and he saw a bit of your plain underwear, when you randomly put him in a bonnet and he's engulfed by your scent for just a moment.
It isn't his fault! Ever since he had a dream about you dry humping him, Stiles's hasn't been able to really think straight. And with the regular stress of his life, it was only getting worse.
Right now, he's struggling to keep his voice down. Eyes rolling to the back of his skull and legs shaking as he stood up to try to avoid cumming on the bottom of his desk like some sort of pervert and ended up cumming on his own stomach. The second the warm liquid touched him, so did his shame.
Oh yeah, you can't focus on your homework, but you can touch yourself while you think of your friend dry humping you while she wears a cheetah print strapless mini dress? Good job man. Real good job.
Well, at least he could focus now.
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Here you go! I feel like Stiles would be a gooner sometimes. Like not typically but sometimes he goes a little crazy and is the type to rub himself sore. We know he's very imaginative, so I can imagine him having a really good sex dream and going insane over it. Now I'm tempted to write more about gooner Stiles who feels guilty for being a gooner </3
The Chirisu Gooner Fic You've All Been Waiting For!
NSFW UNDER THE CUT
Soooo this is my first alice in borderland fic but not my first fic in general. This is also crossposted on Ao3!
Basically, Arisu is an exhbitionist gooner loser and Chishiya happens to like it. please let me know if you'd like a part two!
Chishiya walked into his cold apartment and closed the door behind him, the sound ringing throughout the emptiness. It had been another incredibly long day at the hospital, and unfortunately, there had been another inevitable death. Fortunately, he came home a little earlier today since his boss was in a decent mood. Instead of clocking out at 11, he was relieved at 8:30 PM. He removed his shoes and placed them on the mat before hanging his work bag on the hook. Seeking relaxation and peace, he made his way to the couch. As he walked, he looked at his phone. It was only 8:52 PM.
“Almost nine... Huh... Better than 1 am...”
As he walked quietly through the halls, the apartment felt unusually silent. There was no music, TV, or video game noise, which was exactly what Chishiya wanted.
Even Arisu and Chishiya were upset with each other for a while. After sacrificing him to the militants, Arisu rightfully distrusted Chishiya, even after he took a bullet for Usagi. It took about five or six shots of tequila to talk it over, and somehow, they became roommates.
Living with Arisu had its charm. Sure, the guy was a bit lazy and needed reminders to do his chores, but everything else was good. They had fun together. It was better than living alone, which Chishiya had done for the last nine years. He covered the rent until Arisu found a job that paid enough to split the high cost. It was nice to have someone around. Sometimes.
Before Chishiya could get too comfortable, he grabbed a bottle of old cognac from the liquor cabinet. He thought the bottle was a bit fuller, but shrugged it off. He'd have Arisu pick up another one soon.
Thank god for his surgeon money...
He poured himself a large glass of the liquid gold and brought the bottle to the couch.
As Chishiya sank into the plush couch, the exhaustion of the day seemed to melt away with a single deep breath. The cushions provided a soft embrace, a perfect antidote for his weary muscles. With his eyes closed, he stretched out his legs and rested his feet on the coffee table, savoring a sip of his drink. It burned, but ease swept over him instantly. "Finally... ugh..."
He planned to make himself another drink before taking a relaxing bath, anything to help him forget about today’s death. It was a young girl who needed a heart transplant. She could have survived. She could have! But she was pushed back on the list because of some rich guy. Again.
Chishiya let out a sigh and sat up straight. It had been a long day, and he needed to relax somehow. He took another drink.
Chishiya jolted back to reality with a loud cry filling the apartment. Rubbing his eyes, he glanced down the dim hallway. Was Arisu home?
‘Oh, for fuck’s sake...’
Chishiya sighed, got up, finished his drink, and walked down the hall to check on Arisu. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, but he just didn’t want to deal with anything else today.
As Chishiya approached Arisu’s door, he heard soft sobs and whimpers coming from inside. The door was slightly ajar, and the light wasn’t on. Peering inside, he immediately averted his eyes. He didn’t see much, but what he did catch sight of made his cheeks flush a bright pink.
‘You’re kidding...’
Arisu was sitting on the bed, legs spread, wearing nothing but headphones and socks, with his laptop on the bed in front of him. There was a discarded glass on the nightstand containing a golden liquid that Chishiya would recognize anywhere. His gaze remained fixed on the screen as tears and drool ran down his face. He didn’t even notice Chishiya was there. Chishiya could see his arm rapidly moving, but couldn’t see anything else. He didn’t want to see anything else. The gamer looked messy and desperate, like he’d been at it for hours. Chishiya was definitely not supposed to see this, let alone hear it. As he quietly backed away from the door, he could still hear Arisu’s loud whimpers and cries. It was like he wasn’t even trying to silence himself.
‘Not my business. Nope. Arisu with Usagi. Just leave him be.’
As Chishiya began walking away to give him some privacy and try forgetting about this for a bit, with a lot more liquor, he heard something he thought he had hallucinated.
“C-chishiya...! Fuck...!”
Chishiya felt the blood from his cheeks rush straight to his cock. He listened closely at the door, turning back immediately. Arisu’s cuteness was evident to him. He wouldn’t deny his attraction to Arisu. He swung both ways, but never really found interest in random flings. Arisu was one of the few people who stood out to him. Those deep brown eyes, how his mind worked, that adorable face he made while concentrating on a game, and that slutty waist made every part of Chishiya shiver. Against his own selfish wants, he pushed his feelings down out of respect for Arisu’s relationship with Usagi. This was just the booze talking. Totally just that. Chishiya never expected this. Was Arisu actually into him? He had to be going crazy.
“Oh, fuck...! Shiya... c-close...”
Okay, he was definitely not hallucinating.
Chishiya glanced back into the room, despite his discomfort. Each moan from Arisu made him twitch in his work pants. Arisu was still in the same spot, but now he was squirming more, his legs spread wide, as if he were putting on a show for someone in his imagination. He thrust his hips into his hand, jerking off quickly. The only light came from a lamp and his laptop, which glowed pink. Chishiya couldn’t hear the video because Arisu wore the big headphones Kuina gave him for his birthday. He figured Arisu probably couldn’t hear anything else. The gamer looked completely absorbed, almost hypnotized by the screen’s glow. Chishiya wondered what he was watching.
After a few more seconds of mindless, fast-paced stroking, Arisu pulled his hand away from his cock. He whined noisily in frustrated un-gratification. He used his clean hand to brush the messy brown hair from his face as he came down from the edge. His hips weakly bucked into the air, and his body begged for more stimulation. He shut his eyes and took a moment to regain his composure, muttering something soft that Chishiya couldn’t fully make out.
Chishiya watched intently, fighting the urge to go in and help him, making him feel better. To make him cum.
‘No, he’s with Usagi... This doesn’t seem right...’
Hesitantly, the surgeon reached down and palmed his now extremely hard cock through his clothes, a soft groan leaving his throat. Arisu jerked himself off again, his whimpers growing even louder and his thighs quivering. He really shouldn’t do this. This had to be a breach of trust.
He stared as Arisu rutted into his hand, chasing his high again, only to yank it away, ruining his orgasm once more. He closed his thighs slightly, allowing a small line of drool to fall from his lips as he cried. “G-god... Please let me cum... Shiya, please... Fuck, please...“
‘Goddamnit...’
Chishiya couldn’t stand there anymore. His self-control broke a bit more with each whimper that fell from Arisu’s spit-slicked lips. His anticipation grew as the doctor slowly pushed open the cracked door and quietly stepped into the room. Arisu appeared completely detached, lost in his own horny haze, not even registering Chishiya beside his bedroom door. He just continued to buck his hips in the air as he cried.
He didn’t notice his roommate until he was halfway through changing the video as he came down from the edge. When he did notice, however, his eyes went wide, and he let out a loud shout.
Arisu scrambled to slam his laptop shut and grabbed the nearby blue blanket to cover his weeping cock. “What the hell, Chishiya! You’re supposed to be at work for at least another two hours!” His face was bright red as he tried to think of some benign excuse. The boy wrapped the blue blanket over his shoulders, cocooning himself in the fuzzy cloth. He threw off his bulky headphones and tossed them next to the laptop. Arisu backed up against the headboard of the wooden bed. His hair was a sweaty mess, and so was his face.
“I got home early. Didn’t expect to see this, though,” Chishiya deadpanned. The deep sound sent waves of arousal through Arisu’s body despite the fear. “Didn’t you think to put on some music or at least close the door all the way?” The doctor crossed his arms and leaned against the wooden door, watching the boy squirm and panic. Chishiya could even see tears welling up in Arisu’s beautiful brown eyes.
Arisu couldn’t meet his roommate’s eyes, his heart racing and his mind in turmoil. He reached forward with one hand and grabbed the laptop, pulling it into the blanket with him, not bothering to unplug the headphones. “I... You weren’t home, and I...” he struggled to find the right words. How could he explain himself when Chishiya looked at him like that—like he was nothing more than a piece of meat? Was it the booze, nerves, or both? “H-how much did you see?” His voice fluttered with fear and shame.
“I don’t know. How much was I supposed to see? You were screaming my name.” Chishiya moved closer to the bed, his face neutral. Even now, he looked calm and detached, but inside, he was torn between curiosity and his shaky morals.
Arisu shouted, “None of it!” and buried his face in the blanket, hiding his tears and trying to avoid Chishiya’s gaze. “Ugh... just get out!”
Chishiya couldn’t help but chuckle as he sat on the bed not too far from Arisu. The dark green sheets were damp from his activities, making the bed uncomfortably wet, cold, and gross. In any other scenario, something like this would disgust Chishiya, but with Arisu, it amused him even more.
“Hey, don’t worry. We’re both guys. It’s normal,” Chishiya said as he moved closer, feeling the damp sheets under his fingers.
Arisu peeked at Chishiya, still burying his face in the blanket. “Look, I understand if you’re disgusted with me, I—”
“I’m not,” Chishiya interjected, leaning closer to the gamer.
“Wait, what?” Arisu looked up at him, his sweat-slicked face on display.
“I find it rather interesting,” Chishiya remarked, picking up the large headphones and holding them up. They were significantly heavier than he had thought they would be. “You left the door open while wearing these. They’re noise-canceling, aren't they? I might not have been home for a couple more hours, but what if Kuina or Usagi had dropped by? I slammed the door when I came in, but you didn’t even flinch,” he said, his deep gaze peering into Arisu’s brown eyes. “Did you want to get caught, Arisu?”
Arisu was in shock. His jaw dropped, and his puffy red lips parted slightly. He gawked at Chishiya and attempted to explain himself. “N-no, I just...”
“So, you’re just an exhibitionist, then?”
“No! Not at all!” Arisu protested, burying his face once more. “It just... added to the experience... You were at work, and you locked the front door. I just thought I could... I thought I would be f-finished by now… I…” Tears started welling up in his eyes again as he trailed off, his voice breaking more with each word. He was too panicked to come up with proper excuses for his… gross behavior. He felt utterly humiliated. Arisu grits his teeth, and he struggles to keep himself together. He wished he could curl up and disappear. “I’m a complete freak, I get it...”
Chishiya put down the headphones and leaned in. He touched Arisu’s shoulder and squeezed it before slowly dragging his hand down his arm, scratching at the blue fabric. He purred into Arisu’s ear, “I already told you I’m not judging you, Arisu.”
He actually was judging Arisu, but he didn’t need to know that. Chishiya was judging himself more right now, anyway.
“You were putting on such an impressive show. I want you to keep going.“
Arisu shivered as his words shot blood straight to his still-leaking cock. The gamer looked up at Chishiya, his eyes filled with confusion and desire. “Am I dreaming? Did... Did I pass out?” His eyes were still puffy and slightly red, and his hair was still sweaty.
The doctor couldn’t help but chuckle softly and shake his head gently. “Nope, this isn’t a dream,” he teased, settling back into his original spot on the bed, causing Arisu to whimper at the lack of contact. He just watched Arisu as if he were studying him with a microscope, taking in each unintentional movement, each quake and quiver. The gamer still had the laptop clutched to his chest under the blanket. Why was he so protective of that stupid thing?
Chishiya, ever the inquisitive mind, couldn’t help but ask. “What were you watching, anyway?”
Arisu went stiff, and his grip tightened. “Oh, you know… J-just normal stuff… Girls and guys going at it… haha…” He desperately lied, scrambling for any excuse that popped into his head. “Come on, you’re a dude… You get it…”
Chishiya cocked his head, crossing his arms across his clothed chest. “That’s a terrible excuse.”
“Look, you can watch, but you are not touching this thing,” Arisu said, pulling the laptop from the blanket and putting it beside him. His plush blanket fell off his shoulder ever so slightly, exposing Arisu’s slender neck. Chishiya looked down at the exposed skin. A primal feeling flooded through his body. It was nauseating... It felt like an itch at the back of his head. A dark, predatory desire that he’s pushed down for way too long.
He had to bite it. He needed to cover Arisu’s slender neck with marks. No, not just his neck. His whole body. He wanted to cover him in deep purple and red bruises. To claim Arisu as his. Just Chishiya’s.
‘He belongs to me... Not Usagi...’
The thought raced through Chishiya’s mind, but it didn’t bother him as much as it would have just a few hours earlier. Why didn’t it bother him? He ignored his internal panic by focusing on the quivering boy before him.
Chishiya quietly edged closer to Arisu, gently tugging on his blanket with a sly smile forming on his face. “Got something to hide? You seem pretty defensive,” the surgeon purred, his voice soft yet condescending. It was rare to see Chishiya display any emotion, let alone a Cheshire-like grin like the one that danced on his lips. “I’ve already walked in on you jerking off, screaming out my name. What’s more embarrassing than that?”
His cruel words went straight to Arisu’s cock, causing a drop of precum to leak from his cock and onto the blue blanket. He looked at Chishiya, his mouth going dry. “That... That has nothing to do with the laptop...”
Chishiya moved closer, pressing Arisu against the headboard. “But you can’t deny that you want me, hm?” he said. “Think of it as a friendly exchange. Satisfy my curiosity, and I’ll satisfy you. It’s a win-win situation.” He said it as if it didn’t even faze him. Like he wasn’t openly offering to have sex with him.
“I... I don’t know...” Arisu felt trapped. Cornered. Desperate. He wanted this. He really fucking wanted this. Arisu could give up his pride, show Chishiya the laptop, or keep his dirty secret and continue gooning.
The truth is, Arisu was a stone-cold porn addict. When his roommate was at work, he locked himself in his room in front of a computer screen, beating himself off to the kinkiest things imaginable. From hard femdom and rough gangbangs, to gross fetish furry art, ABDL, chastity, or even fucking hypnosis files. Only God knows what else… Arisu was a full-time Gooner. It’s something he prefers to hide for self-explanatory reasons. People would think he was a freak! He didn’t even want to imagine his friend’s faces if they all found out. Usagi would never look at him the same.
Though the idea of Chishiya seeing it was intoxicating. That velvet voice degrading him for being a disgusting pervert, looking at him with those cold, piercing brown eyes of his... It made his cock harder than it’s been in years. Everything about Chishiya made him tick. Whether it was how he constantly made Arisu feel stupid with his vast knowledge, his bleach-damaged blonde hair, or his collarbones when he wore nothing but his half-zipped jacket and boxers around the apartment. How could Arisu not want him?
“F-fine... but you gotta promise to never bring this up to anyone! I... I don’t want anyone else to find out about this. I’m serious, man.” Arisu threatened, though it sounded more like a plea for mercy.
“I solemnly swear what happens in this room stays in this room,” Chishiya said, raising his right hand, keeping the same seductive smile on his lips. He shifted nearer to Arisu, so close that their noses were practically touching. He could feel Arisu’s shaky breath on his face. “Scouts honor. Now let me have my fun, yeah?”
“W-were you even in the Scouts?”
“Nah.”
With that, Chishiya pushed him against the headboard and closed the gap between them, interlocking their mouths in a soft kiss. Arisu’s eyes opened wide in shock before slowly melting into the kiss. Chishiya’s movements were possessive and confident, while Arisu’s were gentle, hesitant, and oh-so desperate. Arisu raised his hands to tug at Chishiya’s work shirt, tearing it from his skin. He heard the fabric rip a bit, showing off his collarbones.
‘Good thing they have extra scrubs at the hospital...’
Chishiya took this as a sign to deepen the kiss, licking into his mouth greedily. Obscenely wet sounds echoed throughout the room as their kiss grew sloppy, tongues against teeth. The doctor pulled on Arisu’s blanket yet again, exposing his shoulders and part of his chest. He didn’t even pull it back up this time.
After a few minutes of intense kissing, Chishiya pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their lips. “You’re better at this than I thought...” Chishiya purred, slowly tugging at Arisu’s blanket again. “Must have had lots of practice with Usagi, huh?” he said it as if it was a joke, but it pissed him off to think about it. Her lips against Arisu’s… It made him sick with a jealousy he didn’t even know existed.
Arisu turned his head away shyly in response, his sweaty bangs hiding his eyes from Chishiya’s view.
‘No fucking way...’
“Hold on; have you ever kissed her?” The doctor pulled away slightly.
Complete silence.
“Anyone?”
Arisu wanted to hide away again. His eyes welled with tears as he tried to say this with minimal humiliation: “Y-you... It was my first... I... I should have told you... Usagi doesn’t… Um…”
This should have made Chishiya snap back to reality. It shouldn’t be happening. He wanted to shut this down to stop himself from ruining Arisu, tainting his first time with his own selfish lust.
‘No, no, no, no, I cannot be his first...’
If that’s how he truly felt, why was he so hard? Why did Chishiya lean back in? Why didn’t he care? “Well, unless you wanna stop…”
His voice was nothing short of possessive. It was unrecognizable. And it made Arisu’s whole body fucking drop.
The gamer whispered something Chishiya wouldn’t have heard if he had not been paying attention.
“No, please...”
That was all Chishiya needed. He began kissing Arisu again, this time softer. Much softer. It was as if Chishiya wanted to savor him rather than devour him. It was so different from the first kiss. They would pull away for breath every few seconds before diving back in, chasing a high they hadn’t even begun to experience.
Chishiya shed the blanket from Arisu’s skin slowly, revealing his already nude body, inch by inch. Chishiya broke the kiss so he could look down at him. His eyes trailed down the beautiful tan skin, taking in each bump and curve, from each mole to the thin, scratchy scars on his shoulders. Chishiya raised his hand to Arisu’s neck, pressing two fingers against his jugular vein.
“Hm...? 113 beats per minute. Are you nervous, Arisu?” He asked, his hand leaving his neck and wandering down Arisu’s chest.
“How couldn’t I be...?” Arisu whimpered, his eyes shamelessly looking at Chishiya’s exposed collarbones. He wanted to rip the rest of Chishiya’s shirt off. The doctor caught on quickly. He sat back up and peeled off the cloth, showing off his pasty white skin. He threw it somewhere in the room, not caring where it went. All he cared about was the quivering boy beneath him. He didn’t even care about the little voice in the back of his head; he thought he blocked it out altogether years ago…
“Cute...” Chishiya purred, his hand wrapping itself around Arisu’s weeping cock, which was still out of sight. Stupid blanket. The boy let out a loud gasp of his name before bucking his hips into the warm fist. “So reactive too...”
“S-shut up...” Arisu mewled, his back arching. The feeling was euphoric. He had never felt another person’s... no... another man’s touch before, not like this. It was something he had only ever fantasized about. Before Chishiya walked in, he had been jerking off for at least a couple of hours, always stopping the second he got close. Edging made it feel so much better for so much longer. With how close he already was, it would only take a few more strokes to make him squirt his cum all over his roommate’s hand like some stupid virgin. The foolish virgin he was. Before he could even worry about coming too close, Chishiya stopped.
“Well, that wasn’t very nice.” With a light chuckle, Chishiya pulled his hand away, causing him to sob. “I thought you wanted me to help you?”
“N-no... Come on, keep touching me... Please...?” He didn’t actually want him to keep touching him. Arisu wanted this to last as long as he could. To stay within the gates of heaven, under Chishiya’s spell, for everlasting eternity.
“Nope.” Chishiya reached beside Arisu for his precious laptop. “How about we complete the first half of the deal?” He didn’t even wait for Arisu’s permission.
‘What could be so bad?’
He disconnected the bulky headphones and slowly opened the screen. After entering Arisu’s password, the screen displayed a paused video.
“Wait, how do you even know...?”
“Don’t ask.”
It was the one Arisu had just clicked on before he noticed Chishiya in his room. Out of curiosity, Chishiya pressed play before he looked down at the title.
“Lance Zuvich gets edged and degraded by Garrett Rhodes!”
‘What?’
He put the video into full-screen mode. The video opened with an up-close shot of a man in shackles jerking himself off. The guy was wearing a black leather jockstrap with his hard cock sticking out from the top. He was skinny and tan, with little brown hair for a happy trail. After a few seconds, the camera zoomed out, revealing a dark room covered in toys and sex equipment that Chishiya had never seen before. Handcuffs, paddles, plugs, dildos, anything he could imagine. It was intimidating. The man was kneeling on the floor next to a weird-looking chair. His shaggy brown hair was sweaty and tied in a small rat tail, while the rest fell into his blue eyes. Before Chishiya could comment, another man’s voice boomed through the speakers. It sounded very... British? “Well, well, well... What do we have here?”
“G-Garrett-?! I mean, Sir!”
“I thought I sent you back here to do some work, Lance? And I find you here jerking off? Can’t keep your hands off your cock for ten fucking minutes, huh?!”
“Yes, Sir... I-I’m sorry, Sir...”
Chishiya just watched the laptop with a raised brow while Arisu squirmed behind him. The gamer was silently thanking the gods for the tab he was on. It was one of his tamer favorites. Good thing he didn’t see any of my open tabs... or worse... Any of my folders...
Garrett walks into the shot and stoops down slightly to grab the sub-. No, Lance’s chin, forcing him to look up. He looked a little more built than the other guy, possibly even a little taller, and he oozed fake ego. “You know what happens to naughty little sluts who don’t listen, right?”
“Yes, Sir...”
Garrett yanked Lance off his knees and forced him to stand. He sat on the weird chair and threw the brunette boy across his lap, pulling down his jockstrap. “You’re gonna have to learn how to fucking listen when I tell you to do something.” A loud slap played through the speakers as Garrett slapped his ass, causing a weak “Yes, Sir!” to fall from Lance’s mouth as he whimpered in pain. The noises made Chishiya’s cock twitch, but the video itself wasn’t attractive to him at all. It was just... boring. Chishiya was no stranger to porn. What man didn’t watch it? But after he was done with puberty, jerking off seemed like more of a time-wasting chore than a fun, relaxing experience. He had notes to study and surgeries to practice. Why would he waste his precious sleeping hours on something without benefits?
The blonde kept hitting Lance for a bit, his cries growing louder with each spank. The slaps looked rough enough to leave bruises. Was this what Arisu was ashamed of?
“I-I’m sorry, Sir! Ah!”
“I told you not to touch your cock. Bad. Sluts. Get. punished.” Each degrading word was emphasized with another harsh slap. The camera zoomed in on his ass, the plush skin a bright pink. Lance was pretty, but not particularly Chishiya’s type, nor was Garrett.
‘Not like Arisu was.’
Before Chishiya could even acknowledge that thought, a barrage of hits came down, causing Lance to squirm and get away from Garrett’s hand.
“Ow! Ah, I-I’m sorry, Sir! I-I’m sorry!”
Garrett reaches his hand down and begins jerking off the brunette. “You know no one else but me is supposed to touch this... So what were you doing?”
“T-touching myself, Sir...”
“Didn’t think I’d catch you? How stupid are you?”
This video was much too gaudy for Chishiya’s taste, but that didn’t stop his cock stirring in his pants. He turned to look at Arisu and found him squirming where he sat, the blanket back around his shoulders. The doctor found himself slightly disappointed that he was hiding away again. Why the hell was he feeling like this…? “I didn’t peg you for a BDSM guy. If this is really it, then I’m a little disappointed,” he commented, returning his attention to the screen, drowning out his conflicting feelings.
“What? Seriously? This is embarrassing as hell for me, and you’re disappointed?” Arisu yelped, sticking his arm out to point at the screen, causing the blanket to fall a little.
“What do you like about this?” Chishiya asked, crossing his arms across his bare chest, ignoring Arisu’s outburst.
Currently, Lance was bound to the chair by long brown leather straps, getting sucked off by Garrett. Slick, wet noises echoed through the speakers as Arisu continued. “I-I mean... the porn itself sucks, but it... But I...” he trailed off, obviously not wanting to humiliate himself further. Who could blame him?
“But what?” Chishiya looked back at Arisu, his expression indecipherable, his cheeks ever so slightly pink.
“So... um... I really like the dirty talk...” Arisu stammered, looking away once again. “I don’t know what it is... Just like listening to people...”
“Noted.” Chishiya went back to the video, leaving Arisu even more sheepish than he already was. Why was he still watching this trash…? It wasn’t for himself… That’s for sure…
Garrett was now jerking off Lance while playing with the boy’s chest. Wanton moans and pleas fell from his lips as he tried to maneuver his way from the restraints. “Oh fuck! Please let me cum, sir!!” Lance begged, over-exaggerated moans filling the speakers.
“Fuck no. You’re not gonna be cumming anytime soon.” Garrett growled, jerking him off even faster than before.
“N-no! I-I can’t hold it! Ngh, please!” Lance cried, bucking his hips into his hand the best he could. Before he could cum, Garrett pulled his hand away, causing the sub to groan in frustration. The camera zoomed up onto Lance’s cock as a few drops of precum dribbled from the head. Chishiya heard Arisu whimper behind him at the sight, the gamer sneakily reaching his hand down to play with his still achingly hard, edged cock.
The two of them watched the video for a few more minutes before Chishiya got even more impatient. Out of boredom, he turned around and crawled closer to Arisu, looking at his quickly moving arm. He reached under the blanket and clutched his wrist, halting his movements and making the boy squeak. The doctor leaned in closer to Arisu’s face and grinned. “Want some help?”
Arisu let out a desperate whimper and tried to pull his hand away from Chishiya’s grip. “H-hey, that hurts...!”
“Is that what I asked, Arisu?”
Arisu swore his brain short-circuited for a few seconds because the desperate whine he made was absolutely pride-shattering. Like there was any pride left... “No, I-it wasn’t...” Arisu stopped tugging away from Chishiya’s grip.
“Then answer my question, Ryouhei.” He stated, using his other hand to rip the blanket from Arisu’s body. He is now completely exposed, Arisu. The sweaty blanket had been in the way for too long… Instead of his body, the doctor’s gaze remained fixed on Arisu’s eyes.
“Y-yes please…”
“There you go.” Chishiya reached down and grabbed Arisu’s aching cock tightly, squeezing a new bead of precum from the tip. The touch sent shockwaves of brain-numbing bliss straight to his head. Arisu couldn’t even hide his excitement anymore. He wanted more. He needed more.
“yeah... yes... I couldn’t wait... Shiya... Just do something already...! You’re killing me here... I showed you my laptop... Y-you know my secret... come on...!” Arisu begged, his free hand grabbing at Chishiya’s arm. He sounded absolutely wrecked already.
For a few seconds, the same primal feeling flooded Chishiya’s brain. Arisu’s words broke something inside of him. Chishiya’s dam of repressed lust cracked and shattered like weak glass. Not the brick walls he’d painstakingly placed one by one. It was making him fucking feral.
He began jerking Arisu off again, using his own precum as lube. He brought his free hand up and grabbed him by the jaw.
“Open your mouth.” As if he were a dog obeying its master, Arisu complied immediately, opening his muzzle. His tongue slipped out, gently resting on his chewed-up bottom lip. “Eager, huh?” Chishiya shoved his thumb inside, pressing against his molars and forcing him to open wider. He chuckled and looked at him for a few seconds before spitting directly into Arisu’s mouth, causing him to whine in protest. Chishiya withdrew his thumb and replaced it with his pointer and middle finger, spreading his spit all over Arisu’s tongue, forcing the boy to taste it.
'Pretty...'
“Look at you,” He purred, shoving his fingers further down his throat, softly running the pads over the tiny papillae covering the wet muscle. “I’m surprised I didn’t find out your dirty little secret earlier. Consider me impressed.” Chishiya’s other hand continued working on the boy’s cock. He alternated between tugging his cock quickly and occasionally gliding his thumb over his sensitive tip. “Did you ever get sick of hiding it? Is that why you left your door open, Ryouhei? You wanted me to find you?”
Arisu tried to shake his head no, but Chishiya kept his head firmly in place. His hips bucked up into the surgeon’s hand, silently begging for more, more, more... Chishiya hovered above him, studying each reaction with blown-out pupils. He looked so fucking tempting...
“Of course not... You’re secretly a freak, huh? I wonder what else is on that laptop? Just how fucked up are you, Arisu?”
Chishiya didn’t deserve his first time. He didn’t deserve him. He was a greedy, selfish bastard. But Arisu was apparently just as depraved as he was, if not much worse. He was a fucking deviant. How could Chishiya stop himself when this perfect toy was just underneath his fingertips? Literally.
He couldn’t.
And Arisu wasn’t gonna let him stop. Hell no.
The younger man closed his mouth and began softly sucking his fingers, swirling his tongue around them, and coating them with their combined saliva.
“Damn...“ Chishiya rasped out before taking his fingers out of his mouth. He pulled his other hand away from Arisu’s cock as well, causing the boy to let out a strangled whine of protest. He leaned down to his neck and began sucking and biting hickeys into flesh, finally tasting his sweat-slick skin. Arisu could feel his breath dance across his neck. It was gentle, unlike Chishiya’s bites. Each one was rough and purposeful, leaving bright red and purple blotches all over his tan skin.
The surgeon dragged his spit-coated fingers down Arisu’s chest and abdomen, past his cock, and down to his ass. But instead of a hole, he instead felt... Metal... No fucking way...
'Is this...?'
Chishiya’s eyes widened. He immediately stopped paying attention to his neck. He rubbed his fingers over the foreign object, feeling the smooth, warm gem.
Arisu’s entire body tensed up.
“It’s not what it looks like!”
Chishiya pulled away and crawled between his legs before Arisu could stop him. He just needed to see for himself. The doctor hooked his hand under Arisu’s knee and spread his leg up and out. And just like he thought...
“Baby blue, huh?”
“Shut it! I-it was on sale... I didn’t choose it on purpose!” He totally chose it on purpose. The silver buttplug lodged firmly inside him looked pretty decently sized, and it had a cute blue heart gem on the end. It was a little girly, but it was Arisu’s favorite color. Not to mention pretty damn cheap, too. The plug filled him up in all the right ways. It wasn’t so overly big that it got uncomfortable after extensive use, and it wasn’t so small that he couldn’t feel it.
Just his luck that on the one day he got caught, he was using it. Arisu tried to close his legs and hide himself away again, but Chishiya being between them made it much harder. He didn’t think he could get even more embarrassed, but here we are.
“Sure. You got it because it was on sale.” Chishiya teased, forcing Arisu’s legs back open. He pressed on the plug, pushing it ever so slightly deeper into his hole, causing Arisu to twitch in response. “How long have you had this inside of you? Must have been a while...”
“Um... Since I started...? I dunno...” Arisu sounded breathless, and he just kept staring at Chishiya’s lips. He could barely focus. All he could think about was how badly he wanted to feel them around his cock.
“How specific.” Chishiya rolled his eyes at his vague answer. “How long ago was that?”
“...6:30...”
Chishiya glanced up at Arisu, his expression a mix of disbelief and amusement.
‘That was three hours ago...’
The look on Chishiya’s face told Arisu everything.
“Come on, stop judging me!” Arisu protested, his cheeks reddening as he threw his hands over his face in frustration. “I-I don’t do this every day!” His voice rose higher than usual, tinged with embarrassment.
Chishiya couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “So it’s still a regular thing then?” he teased, raising an eyebrow in playful skepticism.
“That’s not—! No! Maybe?! Can we please move on from this?” Arisu nearly shouted, his embarrassment palpable. The heat of humiliation flooded him, and he felt as if he might drown under it. If this continued any longer, he would go insane.
The doctor decided it was perhaps enough teasing for now, not for Arisu’s sake, but for his own. He felt like his cock was gonna burst if he kept it in his pants any longer. He needed some stimulation to stop himself from doing everything his body was yearning for. Every sick thought that had ever crossed his mind since Arisu moved in. Even if he was a pervert, Arisu was still a virgin, after all. Chishiya didn’t wanna hurt him. Not yet.
“Alright. Turn around and bend over. Where’s your lube?” He pulled away from Arisu and began stripping himself of the few bits of clothing he had left.
Arisu stared in stunned silence as Chishiya began to undress. He untied the drawstring on his work pants and yanked them down, along with his plain black boxers. Arisu didn’t have time to admire before Chishiya cleared his throat expediently. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Ryouhei.”
And like that, Arisu was face down, ass up on the bed, just like a dog holding its tail high. “N-nightstand... Bottom drawer...” The sweat-soaked pillow muffled his words as he hid his flushed face. The awkward texture and musky scent of the nearly suffocating, damp polyester didn’t bother him. He had much better things to focus on. Like the surgeon behind him, primed and ready for a prostate exam.
Chishiya threw his clothes down on the floor and roughly opened the drawer. There were multiple bottles of flavored lube, pocket pussies, plugs, and cockrings. “Is this where all that uncollected rent money went?” He mused before picking up the half-empty cherry-flavored lube and popping open the cap. It smelled horribly artificial, like Twizzlers and future diabetes.
“Just shut up already...” Arisu illegibly whimpered into the pillow.
Chishiya took a second to admire the view before him, burning it into his memory more vividly than anything he’d read in his medical textbooks. His roommate sprawled across his bed, presenting himself to Chishiya like he had practiced the pose a million times. The blue gem was just the cherry on top. The doctor inched closer to Arisu, his self-control grinding itself to dust. He couldn’t resist giving him a playful swat on the ass, enjoying the soft yelp Arisu blessed his ears with.
Without wasting time, Chishiya slowly eased the silver and blue plug out of Arisu’s puckering hole, squeezing out with a soft plop. His asshole twitched at the lack of metal. The plug itself was surprisingly large… The doctor just threw it aside. It wasn’t necessary anymore. Not with Chishiya there to stuff him fuller and deeper than that toy- no, ALL his toys ever could.
Chishiya spread Arisu’s cheeks apart and let a glob of spit drip from his tongue into the now gaping, pulsating hole. He watched hungrily as his ass seemed to gulp down the saliva eagerly and with minimal resistance. He chuckled and poured some of the cherry lube onto his fingers. “I might not even need to finger you. Your ass seems plenty loose as is.” As he spoke, Chishiya shoved two fingers roughly, coating his insides with spit slick and cherries. He was sick of being gentle. If Arisu could fit a toy the size of a fruit, he could take a few fingers easily.
Chishiya’s fingers pushed in, causing the gamer’s cock to twitch. It felt so much different from his own fingers or his toys. He could feel as Chishiya began thrusting them in and out, curling his fingers downwards, trying his best to find...
“F-fuck! Shunta-aro~!” Arisu wailed, shooting cum all over the mattress... Hours upon hours of edging made his body a hairpin trigger. Chishiya barely had to move as Arisu fucked himself back into his hand. He desperately pushed the surgeon’s fingers back against his prostate. The overstimulation alone was dizzying…
“Well, look at that… If I had known you were this much of a needy slut, I would have done this to you months ago…” Chishiya chuckled, thrusting his fingers in deeper. He eagerly drank up every whine his roommate made.
Arisu could barely even hear the degrading words as he rode out the orgasmic high. His ears were ringing. His cock was dripping. He swore he had never cum this hard in his life. And Chishiya wouldn’t stop moving. “H-hey! P-pull out already...! Too much!”
Chishiya didn’t dare stop. He wanted to see Arisu squirm.
And squirm he did. Each thrust of his fingers caused another movement. Another twitch. Another whine. Although Arisu had just cum, he felt his cock begin to harden again. Cum just kept dripping from the aching, untouched tip.
Chishiya had never seen such a pretty sight. His roommate sprawled across the bed, shivering and weak, ass high in the air, just fucking begging for Chishiya to rip off his own pants and just break the poor virgin.
After a few more seconds of observation, the doctor decided it had been long enough. He wanted to feel Arisu. Now.
He pulled his fingers out of the tight, wet heat and wiped them on the already disgusting blanket. He used his clean hand to untie his work pants, working them down along with his boxers. he was already leaking precum from the tip. he couldn't think of another time he was ever this turned on.
He took his pants off entirely before positioning himself behind Arisu. He didn't think before lubing up his cock with that god awful cherry lube, and finally allowing himself to dive in. He pushed in slowly and steadily, allowing Arisu to get used to the feeling of a real cock inside of him. While Chishiya felt good, Arisu was in heaven.
For the gamer, the intrusion was utterly foreign. This felt nothing like a toy. It was so... warm like he could actually feel the life pulsing inside of him. How could he return to toys after experiencing something this euphoric?
Chishiya didn't give him much time to adjust. Once he was buried fully inside, he slowly pulled out, feeling every muscle grip his cock like a vice before snapping his hips forward, causing pleasure to shock them both. It was so good that Chishiya almost forgot he was supposed to be talking...
"So, what's it like not being a virgin?" He purred, trying to ease Arisu's tension. Since when did he care about that?
"Good... S-so good... Move..."
So Chishiya did. He started slowly rocking his hips back and forth. Little moans escaped Arisu with each thrust, as if each movement knocked the air out of the poor boy's lungs.
It didn't take long for them both to lose their composure, as if there was any left anyway.
Chishiya plowed into him, over and over, shoving his cock in and out of his tight, no longer virgin hole. This wasn't the first time Chishiya had had sex with a guy. But this was the first time he had gotten this close this quickly. It's only been a few minutes, too... Arisu's inexperience must be rubbing off on him. But to be fair, he rarely had any real time to relieve himself. He was either at work or studying. Why waste his precious sleep hours?
"Ah! Slow down! I- I can't! Gonna! Again!" Arisu shouted into the sweat-soaked pillow. More like drool-soaked at this point...
He was a gooner, right?
Might as well make their first (Last?) time as long as possible. The doctor pulled out and let go of Arisu's cock yet again.
"W-wait! I take it back!" Arisu shouted, reaching his hand down to touch his aching cock, but Chishiya just pinned the hand to the disgusting bed.
"Nope. You already came once. I think that was more than enough for a mouthy little brat like you..."
"Not fair! You! Ugh!"
Chishiya just leisurely let himself reach up to Arisu's chest, playing with his perky brown nipples. The boy whined and grabbed Chishiya's silver hair with his free hand, tugging in retaliation.
"I thought you were great at riding the edge? What happened? Don't wanna get all gooner-brained and stupid around your crush of a roommate? You already humiliated yourself. Why hold back now when you're so close to getting what you wanted all this time?"
Another loud whine of protest. Chishiya wasn't that far off from the truth. Arisu couldn't focus. All the built-up dopamine in his brain was clouding his thoughts. His rationality. All he could think about was Chishiya, Chishiya, his Chishiya.
"Just fuck me already, Shuntaro! Say whatever you want about me, just get your stupidly big cock back inside my- Ahh~!"
Chishiya was many things. Intelligent, capable, sadistic. But one thing he was not known for was impulsivity. Irrationality. Emotion in general.
However, tonight had obviously changed that. So why hold back anymore? Why not give his Arisu what he wants? What they both want? He thrusted back in, mid-sentence, cutting Ryouhei off with a loud cry.
"Fine, you want it?"
"Yes!"
"Don't say I didn't warn you..." Chishiya started rutting roughly into Arisu, the wooden bedframe screaming in agonized protest.
Every thrust bruised Arisu's insides. He was gonna be more than sore tomorrow... He couldn't even muster up the will to tell him to slow down. All he could think of was cum. His own cum coated the gross blanket and his tummy. Chishiya's cum painting his insides, face, ass, thigh, anywhere would do.
The most he could do was squirm under the doctor and shout, "More! I need more, Shun!"
Shuntaro chuckled and slowed down again, but he didn't dare stop.
"Oh, I think you can ask nicer than that..." He purred, wrapping his hand around the base of Arisu's cock.
"You're such an ass!" Arisu whined. "Don't do this to me, Shun, I've been edging for hours! Please!" He cried, desperately bucking his hips back into Chishiya. His body was on fire. If he didn't cum again soon, he was gonna lose his mind. Well, whatever was left after the porn addiction rotted his brain.
"Not my fault, you can't keep your hands off yourself." Chishiya chuckled. His words were followed by a few short, rapid strokes of his weeping cock before pulling away again.
"No!"
"I'm sure you can find a way to cum without me... Think about something from your nasty, dirty porn stash. What about Usagi?"
"D-don't...!"
"Why not think of me? My cock inside you?" Arisu's hole clenched tighter. Chishiya sped up his thrusts, unable to slow himself down. "About how your first time is only happening because you're an exhibitionist pervert? And I just so happened to get home early enough to catch you being so fucking gooned out of your mind that you didn't even tell me to go away."
Arisu couldn't even deny it. He wanted to get caught. He wanted to be called out for being a fucking freak. Consequences be damned.
"Y-yes! Yes, I wanted t-to get caught!"
Arisu wasn't sure how much he could take... Any more teasing or waiting, and his brain would completely shut down. Leaving nothing but a mush of grey matter and failing neurons. This was the only time Arisu was ever able to turn off his brain when he was blissed out and acting like a pathetic, wriggling worm.
"There you go, all you had to do was admit it..." As a reward, Chishiya finally let go of Arisu's wrist. He used his now free hand to reach underneath the quivering man, finally stroking his cock properly.
It only took a few proper strokes to get Arisu close to the edge again.
"Shiya! f-fuck I'm close... please let me cum... please...!"
How could Chishiya ever say no to that? Not when he was begging like a damn dog. Not when he was just as close as Arisu was.
"Go on then. Cum for me." The doctor commanded, burying himself deep inside Ryouhei.
With a loud cry of pleasure, Arisu shot ropes of jizz into the disgusting blanket, staining it with more than just sweat or precum. His tight hole clamped around Chishiya's cock, milking the cum straight out of his sack. Arisu could feel every drop as it spilled into him.
Their chests heaved, their hearts pounded. Neither of them could think.
All Arisu could mutter was Shuntaro's name over and over and over.
It sounded like a prayer to Chishiya's ears. He couldn't bring himself to pull out, and he had a feeling that Arisu didn't want him to. Not with the way he was melting against the mattress.
They lingered in quiet togetherness for a moment, until Arisu quietly asked him to pull out. Reluctantly, Chishiya did. As his cock slid out, Arisu's hole made a loud 'shtlick,' and cum seeped from their shared heat. In that moment, a new reality began to settle in around them, flimsy and electric, hanging in the air like a half-held breath. He almost wanted to thrust back in.
But he was spent. He still needed to change the sheets and take a shower... He wasn't gonna sleep in those disgusting blankets. Not when they were covered in cum, sweat, God knows what else. Given the way the room usually smelled, Chishiya would bet he rarely cleaned them anyway.
Chishiya stepped back, stood up, and stretched his sore legs. Arisu, still feeling the afterglow, rolled onto his side and let himself relax in the messy room. His eyes closed as he tried to calm his heartbeat. The mess didn’t matter to him, and neither did Chishiya’s stare. All he wanted was a cuddle and a long nap.
“Listen, if I’m going to stay, we need to change these sheets and take a shower,” Chishiya said, running his fingers through his damp hair. Sweat still clung to his forehead. For a moment, he wondered if this was really what he wanted and if things could ever go back to normal.
“But—”
“I’m not going to sleep in your cum, Arisu. It’s not happening.”
“Fine…” Arisu conceded with a dramatic huff, reluctantly sitting up, his body swaying unsteadily as he pushed himself off the bed, the remnants of his high still clinging to him like a soft fog.
Seeing his hesitation, Chishiya reached out and gently squeezed Arisu's shoulder. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
They moved together, Chishiya guiding Arisu to the bathroom where he ran a warm shower. As steam filled the room, Chishiya tenderly helped Arisu step in, making sure he was steady. Under the cascading water, Chishiya gently washed away the lingering sweat from Arisu's skin, his touch more nurturing than before.
“Thank you,” Arisu murmured, leaning into the warmth, feeling a mix of vulnerability and comfort.
“Anytime,” Chishiya replied softly. As they stayed close, sharing the calming embrace of the water, an unspoken emotion ran through their minds and bodies.
The shower didn’t take too long, but it was intimate in a way neither of them had experienced before. Arisu, utterly exhausted and spent from the events of the night, could barely keep his eyes open. His body swayed with fatigue, and he leaned heavily against the cool tile wall, letting the steam envelop him.
Chishiya took charge, guiding Arisu gently under the spray and making sure he didn’t slip. With practiced tenderness, Chishiya soaped a soft washcloth and carefully ran it over Arisu’s trembling shoulders, down the curve of his back, and along each arm. Every motion was deliberate, as if Chishiya was taking stock of every bruise, every bite, every mark he’d left behind.
Arisu shivered under the warm water, not from cold, but from the lingering vulnerability and the strange, soothing comfort of being cared for. Chishiya washed Arisu’s hair with slow, methodical strokes, massaging his scalp until Arisu’s eyes fluttered shut in relaxation.
Occasionally, Arisu murmured something incoherent, his head lolling to one side, trusting Chishiya completely to support him. Chishiya rinsed the shampoo away, careful not to let water get in Arisu’s eyes, then gently tilted his chin up and wiped away the last traces of sweat and tears from his cheeks.
By the end of the shower, Arisu was nearly asleep on his feet. Chishiya turned off the water, wrapped him in a soft towel, and guided him back to the bedroom, his arm securely around Arisu’s waist. Instead of letting Arisu collapse back onto the bed, Chishiya sat him down in his gamer chair and turned his attention to the disaster of a bed.
The sheets were a mess—soaked with sweat, streaked with cum, and clinging uncomfortably to the mattress. The smell was unmistakable: sharp, musky, and undeniably filthy. Chishiya wrinkled his nose and sighed, rolling up the ruined blanket and peeling away the fitted sheet with quick, practiced motions.
He bundled the soiled bedding into a tight ball and tossed it into the laundry hamper. Finally, he pulled out a fresh set of crisp sheets and remade the bed with surgical precision—tight corners, smooth surfaces, not a wrinkle in sight. Only when the bed looked and smelled clean did Chishiya help Arisu out of the chair and tuck him carefully beneath the covers. The exhaustion that weighed on both of them was mixed with a new, quiet tenderness—a sense of comfort and the unspoken promise of care.
Once the fresh sheets were tucked perfectly into place, the room felt transformed—no longer a den of chaos and sweat, but a sanctuary of crisp cotton and soft, clean air.
Chishiya paused, surveying his work and stealing a quiet glance at Arisu, who was already slumping into the mattress, exhaustion etched into every gentle line of his face. There was a vulnerable peace in the rise and fall of Arisu’s chest, his lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks, his hair still damp and curling at the edges from the shower.
The room was dim, only the faintest amber glow spilling from the hallway, and it fell softly across Arisu’s bare shoulders, illuminating the faint marks left behind—bruises, love bites, all the evidence of the night they would never forget.
Chishiya found himself sitting on the edge of the bed, unable to move away. He felt the weight of everything that had just happened—lust, tenderness, a strange ache of responsibility. He reached out with a rare gentleness, brushing a damp strand of hair from Arisu’s forehead, his touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary.
Arisu’s lips parted as he exhaled, a quiet little sigh, and he instinctively leaned into the touch even in his near-sleep. The intimacy of it all—the exhaustion, the mess, the deep, unspoken care—settled in Chishiya’s chest like something both heavy and precious.
He didn’t know why he stayed. Maybe it was guilt, or something deeper he couldn’t name. All he knew was that leaving felt impossible. Alone in the hush of the bedroom, Chishiya found himself wanting to protect Arisu, to be the steady presence he knew the other man needed after such a raw, vulnerable first time. So he stayed, lying down next to Arisu in the shadows, listening to Arisu’s breath settle into the rhythm of sleep.
As the first hints of morning crept through the curtains, Chishiya and Arisu slept side by side, tangled in fresh sheets.
For once, the apartment felt warm. Whatever tomorrow brought, tonight they had each other.
im sorry but I beg your finest fucking pardon??? did we watch the same anime? did we read the same manga?? I don’t fucking think so bc what the fuck. And don’t get me started on the caption “we love our p3d0 king” he’s not a p3d0????💀💀 like plain and simple he’s not. he’s more likely to kill a p3dophile prove me wrong.
Listen, I'm not a perfect person, okay? I get annoyed by goonerbait in media too. Sometimes it ruins pieces of media for me. But you'd better believe I would fill every single piece of media on the planet with goonerbait before I'd ever give an inch to puritans.
It's fine to dislike, feel grossed out, or even disgusted by pieces of media. You don't need to oppress people's freedom of expression over it. You don't need to become a weird fascist over it.
SO UHMM.. A DUDE AT SCHOOL LOOKED AT MY DRAWING BOOK AND SAID "wow..That looks like (name) ).." he was deadass blushing (it was a drawing of a human ver of my the mimic oc.) n then he asked if he could borrow my drawing book n I said no. (Obvi.) He asked me again, no UNTIL HE WAS FREAKING BEGGING BRO... so I finally said sure..n he was grinning ear to ear (I knew I was cooked) but anywayz...I was listening to the teacher for a few minutes like 10 minutes max?? So i was about to ask for my drawing book back and I saw that the guy didn't have the drawing book on his desk and my face deadass dropped. IT WAS IN HIS LAP. AND HE WAS JORKING OFF HIS SHLONG UHM. I FUCKING SCREAMED INTERNALLY. SO UHHH BAI GUYZ.. LOVE YALL???..
