On the wrestling to grinding w/ best friend Kyo, your head resting on his forearm as he's leaning on his elbow above you, other hand on your hip. Wet kisses trailed up your neck and his hot breath fanning across your cheek. Every now and then there's a particularly rough thrust as he murmurs apologies in your ear. This isn't how he wanted it to go with you but he can't bring himself to stop
:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, best friend!kyojuro rengoku, fem!reader, modern au, slight size kink, play wrestling -> dry humping pipeline, premature ejaculation. sub!kyojuro implied but the dynamic isn't too prominent in this one.
A TV drama debate quickly turned into playful shoving, which naturally turned into roughhousing, a common practice between you and the man you've known since you could walk. The show is paused in the background, illuminating your bodies in the darkness of your living room as you wrestle on the couch you were previously cuddling on.
You continue to argue over the protagonist's love life, though you put too much weight into a lunge, sending both of you tumbling onto the floor. Ouch.
“Oof!” Kyojuro grunts, the wind temporarily knocked out of him as his back meets the carpet, and your body follows, falling atop his.
He rolls over, caging your body beneath his, undeterred by the tumble and you're reminded of just how big he is. He isn't the gangly teen you remember pushing around anymore, but a grown man. It's difficult to reconcile that dorky teen with the pile of muscle he's become. Jeez, when did he bulk up so much? And as you clutch uselessly at his bulging biceps to shove him off you, you can't help but feel him up a little longer than necessary.
Kyojuro's warm weight atop you is all-consuming, sapping the strength from your limbs his body heat melts into yours. Still, you twist in his hold, ignoring the fluttering in your chest to capture him in a headlock. He knocks your arms out of the way, hands sliding beneath you to grip your shoulders, and one of his muscled thighs hooking beneath yours to prevent you from kicking.
You huff, unable to do much but squirm. And squirm you do, never one to give up.
He loves your fire almost as much as he loves the way you pout when you lose. Before he can gloat, your hips shift over his groin at just the right angle. Kyojuro's bulge is almost perfectly lodged between your thighs, the warmth between them radiating through your clothing. His breath hitches, muscles tensing in response before a violent shudder overtakes him.
Though he fights to regain control of himself, his cock throbs in his pants, and Buddha he hopes you can't feel him getting hard. You'd tease him endlessly for it, he's sure of it.
Get a hold of yourself, Kyojuro. His eyes pinch shut, cheeks ruddy with warm blood as he feels his body fill with fire. When his golden eyes re-open, he's met with an expression on your face that nearly makes him moan aloud.
Your brows are twisted in concentration, perhaps to hide how flustered you are by his proximity. Your lips parted slightly, chest heaving from the exertion of your scuffle. Buddha forgive him, his body moves without thought, hips rutting against yours. His swelling erection drags deliciously over your clothed cunt, eliciting a deep rumbling groan that vibrates his whole chest.
Your nails prick into his back, leaving behind red crescent moons on his skin and fuck that feels good too.
Kyojuro murmurs a slurred apology, dipping his head down as his shame paints his cheeks red. Even as he apologizes his hips won't stop, and the feeling of his warm breath on your throat makes you shiver. The shock of the realization that your best friend is humping you leaves you gaping stupidly, and for some reason, you don't tell him to stop.
You don't punch his shoulder and laugh it off, only stare with widening pupils as the blond all but ruts his hardness against you like an overeager puppy. Why is this so hot? Wrong in many ways obviously, but it’s intoxicating nonetheless to see him unraveling this way. And God, his cock, even through his joggers you can feel how thick he is.
“Kyo,” you began, a protest on the tip of your tongue but your breath hitches as his lips meet the tender flesh of your neck. "K-kyojuro, what are you doing...”
“I can't stop. I'm sorry, I unnnh,” Kyojuro nearly whines, his hand sliding down from your shoulder to grip your hip as his enthusiastic thrusts start to shove you across the floor. "You feel so good.”
“Don't say things like that, idiot,” you hiss, though even as you scold him, you can feel yourself getting slick. His leaking tip nudges your clit just right and you can't stop the soft sound of approval from escaping, nor your legs from locking around his bucking hips. "Fuck, don't stop.”
His cock twitches, aching against your pussy as your perceived acceptance of his desperate act sends him into a frenzy. His weight presses further onto yours, trapping you between his heavy body and the floor. When you toss your head back, his forearm cushions it.
“Love you. Love you – ohh.”
This isn't how he wanted this to go, how he's always imagined himself confessing his feelings for you. But he can't deny either of you this maddening friction, every single rational thought stolen away by your gasping moans.
“Can feel how big you are. Shit, c’mere.”
Your fingers wind in his flaxen hair, gathering it in your fist close to his scalp and tugging his head away from your neck to slant your lips over his. Your clumsy kiss is electric, all he’s ever imagined it would be and not enough all at once, and his hips stutter against yours. He shakes all over, eyes rolling back with a choked cry into your mouth as he abruptly cums in his pants.
“Sorry, I’m… fuuuck,” he whimpers against your lips, the feeling of your tongue slipping past his parted lips forcing another spurt out of him. “Ah. Hmm, wow.”
His half-lidded, apologetic gaze meets yours, a bead of sweat dripping down his hairline.
“What the fuck,” you start, half-chuckling half in disbelief of what just happened. His face burns with the humiliation of not only humping his best friend like some pervert but also blowing his load from you kissing him, like a loser. Before he can apologize again, he takes in your dilated pupils and the way your hips still undulate beneath his heavy weight. “That was so hot.”
In his post-orgasmic haze, he can only groan in response, pressing his face into your shoulder.
“And pathetic,” you teased, and for some reason his softening cock twitches. And of course you notice, because he’s still slotted against your cunt, which is no doubt a sloppy mess of your own slick beneath your clothes. You hadn’t cum, but you hardly care, still on cloud nine from simply watching your favorite person unravel.
“So cruel,” he huffs, nipping at your shoulder in retaliation.
“You like it. A bit too much apparently– yeowch!” another, harder bite follows, and you erupt in giggles as his thick digits dig into your sides, tickling you. “Touchy. Now are you gonna get up and let me fuck you properly, or are you too tuckered out, pretty boy?”
The way he scrambles off of you and starts pulling at his clothes is way too cute.
While in cannon, Im sure he would be an Alpha. But let's flip the script, shall we?
Omega!Kyojuro is the neediest Omega ever. Since he grew up as such an independent person he's not used to having a partner to rely on. It takes some coaxing on your end to get him to let down his walls at first. Once you do? He just melts.
Scent him lightly before he leaves the house just once? He's demanding it every time. After he discovers how delightful it feels to have his mates scent wrapped around him all day- he demands you scent him at every available opportunity. It's unacceptable to leave without it! He wants the whole world to know he's taken and who is mate is.
He doesn't have the best sense of smell, so he will demand that you scent him until he utterly reeks of you. You would be embarrassed about it, but his blinding smile makes it a bit hard to be when he's so pleased that he can smell you.
Omega!Kyojuro is prone to stealing your clothes. While he certainly can't wear them, he likes to tuck them into his nest or under his pillow to keep your scent close by. If he's caught, (Or inevitably when, because of course you notice when half your wardrobe is gone) he wouldn't even bother being embarrassed, just ask you shamelessly for the shirt you're currently wearing.
He can't help it! Your scent is the one thing the never fails to soothe him, after a rough day, mission gone awry, or an argument with his father- one whiff of your scent melts all the stress away.
Omega!Kyojuro is determined to make you feel as loved as he does. He's up early in the mornings, cooking your favorite breakfast. The house is cleaned spotless (also because it gave him the chance to subtly scent everything), he's thrown your clothes in the wash, has candles lit to make the house smell nice, and anything else you could think of.
When cuddling at night, you're trapped. Have to get up to pee? Too bad, Kyojuro has you locked in his arms like it's a prison of warmth and bulging muscles. There's no wiggling out of his grip, because the moment you make any progress, he whines and tugs you closer.
His purring is so loud too. Like a whole engine rumbling deep in his chest. It makes it pretty obvious when he's happy. The trick to instantly get him to pur is simple. Play with his hair. Comb it, braid it, scratch his scalp- the engine is running instantly.
Omega!Kyojuro is pretty touch starved. So, he needs your touch to relax. Cuddling, holding hands, kisses, play wrestling, hugs- you name it. He'll get jittery if he doesn't get at least one kiss from you per day. If he's having a particularly rough time, he'll seek you out and silently rest his forehead to your shoulder, right near your scent glands. Just let him stay there for a while and he'll be okay after a few minutes.
During heat? He's insatiable. Arms clinging to your body like a leach. Syphoning the chill of your skin to cool his overheated body down. Nipping and lapping at you like you're the only food he'll ever need. Often forgetting for the first time in his life that he actually needs to eat. He'll turn cheek when you try to get him to ingest anything other than your cum. The only work around is by hand feeding him, only then is he willing to open his mouth for anything. And that means anything.
Try to leave the nest for a minute for a bathroom break? He's calling out your name like a desperate housewife. As soon as you're back in the nest, good luck trying to get out again.
Speaking of, Omega!kyojuro's nest is shockingly neat, even when he is out of his mind with instincts. He's got blankets and pillows piled over one another, almost all of your clothes tucked into whatever nook he could find- along with his own. He'll get himself to pause his mindless fucking for long enough to reorganize the blankets, give the fabrics a thorough scenting (as if it wasn't already bathed in both your scents), and clean up any miscellaneous fluids. He prides himself of being clean and neat, and that translates even into his heat.
Omega!Kyojuro is insatiable for you. You better pray to whatever god you believe in for a stamina boost. Because this man will wring you dry. Knot or not. The comfort of your skin pressed snug against him. The feel of your mouth lapping at his throbbing sex, dripping with slick so thick the sheets will need to be changed again. You jaw is getting sore, your tongue is numb, but oh the sounds you're pulling from his lips are downright filthy. And he's still begging for more.
By the end of it, he's spent. Sleepy and clingy as he curls into your body for affection freely given.
sub!Kyojuro loves it when you get that look in your eyes, the one that cooks his insides until they're all gooey. He'd never been the one to complain about fucking you hard and sweet, just how you liked it. However; you stepped out of the bathroom with pretty red lace lingerie covering your tits and pussy. His eyes dart to the black blindfold dangling from your finger.
sub!Kyojuro is obedient as you gingerly wrap the black cloth around his eyes, pulling it tightly into a knot at the back of his head. He savors the shifting of shadows he can make out through the stretchy material covering his gaze. Before realizing what he's doing, he sinks to his knees in front of you.
sub!Kyojuro nearly groans in pleasure when you rub his cheek, leaning into the caress. Your lips pull into a smirk as his mouth parts, taking your finger into his warm wet mouth. His hands are patiently waiting in his lap for your instruction.
sub!Kyojuro would die a happy man as you command him to clean up your needy cunt. With his eyes covered the scent of your arousal drives him mad, don't even get him started on the taste when his tongue dips into your folds. You bite back a heated moan as he leans against your thigh, sloppily slurping at your clit.
sub!Kyojuro is pussy drunk when you cum on his lips, shivering and shaking. Your hips buck against his face, a garble of whines falling from your mouth as you fall back onto the mattress. It's a euphoric feeling twisting around in your gut as he laps up what he can get off your pussy.
sub!Kyojuro is overjoyed when you grab a fistful of his hair, pulling his wicked mouth off your cunt. You hiss in pleasure, running the pad of your thumb across his bottom lip. You should scold him for such insolence.
sub!Kyojuro's face constricts as you press the heel of your foot onto his groin. He's a whimpering and whining mess, but a hard one at that. You can feel his stiff length under your foot and your sticky thighs press together in desire.
sub!Kyojuro welcomes his new position of laying on his back, hands tied to the bed posts. You work his pants off and his erection springs free, the tip red and angry from lack of attention. You coo and awe over the amount of pre leaking from his slit.
sub!Kyojuro is a mess when you start blowing him, swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock and pumping a hand under your mouth — using saliva as lubricant. He's writhing and withering.
sub!Kyojuro comes undone in your mouth, squirting such a load you think it'll come out of your eyes if you don't swallow every last drop. He pants as he deals with the lasting waves of his pleasure, but as you straddle him his length grows rigid once more.
sub!Kyojuro likes cumming in your tight pussy, especially as you ride him relentlessly. He's sure if he's good enough you'll become pregnant with his offspring. As cum trickles from your overworked pussy he hums pleasantly beside you. In all honesty, he's never looked better than after you dominating him.
So, I have it in my head that Kyojuro’s nipples are really sensitive (and if he doesn’t have much experience then I don’t think he would know that), but I think someone could get him real hot and bothered just by playing with them (and fuck it is so hot when big strong guys like their titties played with, amiright??)
🥹🙏🏼 could please have a drabble of someone figuring that out? Maybe both him and whoever’s getting their paws under his shirt figuring it out together? Sitting in his lap and teasing him for however long —light, tiny little pinches that make him squirm and whimper, warm, swirling circles with your fingertips that make his jaw drop open, fluttering nudges and flicks that make his hips buck under you. Anything you do to them gets a reaction, could do it for hours, but five minutes of it and he’s a wiggly, panting mess, but he doesn’t want you to stop so you try putting one in your mouth and—- 😈🥵
Dear anon baby, you are so fucking right. This is indeed very hot. When I saw this I KNEW this was way too good to dismiss this delicious idea. I am just so sorry for answering this so late. I hope you are still around and I hope you enjoy it!
You were sitting on your favorite place in this whole world and that was your boyfriend's lap. You liked how his muscular and big thighs felt under your thighs. In the beginning of your relationship you were so self conscious, not sure if your weight crushed him, but Kyojuro assured you that you weighed nothing for him. After you made sure that he was not lying to make you feel better for your weight, you started to sit more often on his lap as this was a way to be as close as possible.
It was winter and you started to feel cold, searching for some heat that you knew that your boyfriend would provide. Your mind was absent when your hand wandered under his shirt, laying your hand on his chest and stroking his skin.
A little gasp was to be heard and you lifted your head to see into your boyfriend's eyes who was starting to blush.
“Kyojuro honey, are you okay?” Curious you furrowed your eyebrows
“Hm, yes yes. It’s nothing!”
“If you say so…”
You thought nothing of it and placed your head on his shoulder again and continued your stroking. Your fingers accidentally brushed his nipples and then you heard it again. That little sweet gasp of his. Can it be…? Now your hands slid over his chest not involuntarily but carefully, brushing against his nipple until you heard him holding back a whimper. Oh he is sensitive there… A mischievous idea came into your mind and your fingers were now circling around his nipple to tease him lightly.
“My flame…” His voice was strained, as he was trying to gain his last self control, his face completely red. “Please…”
“Please what…?” Your fingers didn’t stop drawing circles around his nipple until you decided to give them a very slight flick. That caused him to buck his hip under you. He realized what he had just done and his face turned into a scarlet tone, embarrassed over his own reaction.
You undid his shirt and revealed those sweet manly titties that you were keen to explore now. You continued to stroke them with your fingers. And his jaw actually fell open when you were fluttering nudges and started to flick his nipples. The bulge of his, under your lap, was pushing against your ass and thigh. His skin was too hot and you decided that he needed a cool off by your mouth.
You drawed out your tongue, licking first his chest before you finally got to your desired target. You heard him whimper as he wiggled under you but did nothing to push you away. He enjoyed this far too much even if you overstimulated him.
Kyojuro was truly a mess. It was the first time he experienced those things and he was not sure how further he could go. His skin was tingling and feeling hot. His pants were incredibly tight and he worried that his zipper wouldn’t hold his dick anymore if you continued to play with his chest like this. Things didn't get any better when you started to dry hump him, causing more friction. That’s it. It was impossible to hold back his moan. He grabbed tightly on your waist as he tried to stop your hips from moving.
His strength was remarkable and something that had always turned you on, but this did not stop you from continuing your play with his nipples. So you went further, licked and bit his chest, eliciting all those sweet moans and whimpers from him, while his hands bruised your waist. You did not mind at that point. You would wear those love marks with pride.
You did a quick cat lick. It felt so deliciously warm after all that preparation you had done. So beautiful red and puckered. You sunk your teeth into his nipple and that was the moment where he came undone, trembling as he gasped for air. You felt how his cock was twitching under you and a wet spot forming on his pants. A satisfied smile was on your lips as you gave him a kiss on his lips.
:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!kyojuro rengoku, dom!reader (no pronouns or anatomy mentioned), handjob, master kink, pet names (pup/puppy), overstimulation, one (1) dick slap, y'all do have a safeword even if it isn't explicitly stated here, hence the ignored 'no'.
Kyojuro is a well-behaved pup. He follows instructions to the letter, barks when he’s told, even cums on command. But his sensitive body often betrays him, jerking and squirming into and away from touches despite his determination to be good for you.
Especially as he's painting his soft, flexing tummy with cum, thick thighs twitching with the effort not to buck into your hand. He's making these kicked-puppylike sounds as his orgasm is torn out of him as if with claws, his golden-red gaze half-lidded and reverent. But you aren't done with him, he realizes almost in anguish as your hand doesn't slow, still tugging his oversensitive cock even after it's finished spurting.
His dark brows knit, eyes clenching shut, and a half-sob weasels out of his kiss-bruised lips. "Ohh, please no. Master- ah! ahh!"
"Endure it a little longer, pup. Don't squirm," You croon in a falsely compassionate tone, and he nods even as his thighs snap shut.
"Sorry, 'm sorry! sorry, so s-sorry," he apologizes, gasping as you pry them back open. Your hand is merciless, nearly rubbing his cock raw despite how the slick squelching from his spend. It's a maddening, relentless pleasure and pain that makes his mind melt.
"Fuck," he rasps, a large hand clamping around your wrist only to be slapped away with a tsk. "Hurts," Kyojuro sniffles, eyes glittery with unshed tears that make your lips part and your pupils expand.
A sadistic thrill stokes the fire in your belly, your mouth watering at the pitiful display. A part of you wants to be merciful, and baby him, but another can't help but want to be firm and mean. He hardly deserves it, you know he can't help it, but you don't care.
"Move again, and I'll have to punish you, puppy," you warned, your voice nearly a purr, and his stomach twists at the thought of being 'bad.' He wants to be good— no, he needs to be good and receive praise for a job well done, but fuck it hurts to be touched. His traitorous body squirms, when your fingers tighten around his dick.
You sigh, delivering a sharp slap to his cock, making him cry out and his whole body jerk. He parts his thighs wider in an attempt to appease you.
Okay but rimming Kyojuro… feeling his thighs trembling around your head, hips jerking uncontrollably at the unfamiliar feeling of your tongue fucking him open. He’s drooling, eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling as your tongue massages his insides.
He feels he should protest, and at first he does, insisting that “Th-that’s dirty-” but his brain shuts off when your wet muscle slips past his rim, thick fingers twisting in your hair. “O-oh gods! Please don’t stop! F-feels weird but feels good- so good!” and then he starts mindlessly grinding onto your face, too far gone to be considerate.
And if you wrap your fingers around his cock in a loose grip for him to fuck into? He’s a goner, painting his chest with white ropes, quaking and sobbing so hard he sounds like he’s in pain.
:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : a filthy ramble because i just know kyojuro eats pussy like a man starved.
:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, oral (f!receiving), sub!kyojuro rengoku implied, meme title cus i do what i want.
:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 : 0.6k+
He can indeed eat pussy like that, and will. He’s what comes to mind when I think about enthusiastic oral. Literally worships the cat I don't make the rules.
Settles himself between your soft thighs and tugs your underwear down with his teeth — sometimes he’s too eager to get a taste and mouths your cunt through your panties, soaking the fabric with your slick and his spit.
He’ll slurp and suckle at your sex until your legs are trembling, dragging you back down onto his mouth when the overstimulation makes you squirm. If you want a break you’ll have to twist your fingers in his hair and yank him up by his fiery locks, and the dazed look he sports on his slick-covered face is salacious and hungry.
“Why’d you stop me, my flame?” Kyojuro pants as if he hadn’t made you gush on his tongue several times.
“You know why, you insatiable shit,” you only whine between heavy breaths, and you see those wet lips curl into a grin.
Because he definitely knows when you’ve cum, and purposely pretends like he doesn’t so he can keep lapping at you. He doubles his efforts, sucks on your swollen clit, and slides his fingers in to replace his tongue, moaning into your hot flesh like he's the one being pleasured.
It’s the sweetest revenge; you loved to keep sucking the life from him long after he’s spent his seed, what’s the matter with him doing the same? It’s a thought he keeps to himself lest he inspires you to wring him dry yourself afterwards, though the idea still makes him throb.
Sometimes you'll hear him murmur nonsense against you, muffled whimperings of "tasty. you're so tasty..." eyes all glossy n unfocused like he's in another world while he fucks you with his tongue, laving over your sex between babbles.
Eye contact is important to him, though sometimes he can't help but stare at your cunt as it swallows his fingers, mesmerized by how you clench down harder when you feel his breath on you again.
"Quit fuckin around, kyo. use your mouth more... mhnn," and he's all too eager to comply, pulling out his thick fingers to suck them into his mouth and audible moan before diving right back in for seconds.
Truth be told he likes to be bossed around, to see your brows knit and feel your hips grind impatiently upwards. He knows better than to tease, but he can't help but want to savor your taste.
He absolutely humps his cock against the futon while he’s got his head between your thighs, and frequently creams in his pants when he tastes your cum on his tongue. And if you pull on his hair n guide his head the way you want it while you rut against his mouth? He’s so gone.
Sit on his face, crush his head between your thighs, and use his nose to rub your cute little clit on. He doesn’t care, he just wants you to feel as good as possible. Praise him, moan for him, tell him what a good boy he is and he’ll whimper and squirm along with you.
He'll beg you to cum, to use him to get off, and it's hot. His eyes practically roll to the back of his head when you finally do cum with his name on your lips, babbling curses and mindless praise like you often did. It's too much for him to handle, he has to stuff a hand down his pants and fuck himself into his fist.
And if he ever worked you up enough to squirt all over his face, he’s growling against your cunt, dewy eyelashes fluttering as you shower him with your sweet juices. He treasures your pleasure like it’s his own, but can’t help but scramble up as soon as you’ve come down, pleading shakily into your ear if he can “please please put it in you now” because he wants you to squirt on his cock next.
imgagine kyojuro, despite how strong he is, can never ride you for more than a few minutes. kyo always tries his best, but his legs always get so shakey and sore everytime by how overwhelming it is, that you have to help him fuck himself on your strap :((
bell u are a godsend i haven't been able to get this idea out of my mind since u sent it and now that i have coherent thoughts...
:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!kyojuro, dom!reader, pegging, master kink, overstimulation, long orgasm, not proofread.
Kyojuro's trained to have incredible stamina, but it's like it all goes away and his legs turn to jelly when he's bottoming. He tries so hard to keep going, to keep bouncing on your cock but his legs are shaking and he lets out a frustrated whine. He slows down, looking about ready to cry when his orgasm slips out of his grasp.
"Aw, do you need help, baby?" you purr, watching him struggle with half-lidded eyes, amusement glinting in them. He was so cute it wasn't fair really, his steadily bouncing cock especially, which flops neglected against his belly with each pitiful thrust.
"Please help me. I'm sorry I can't do it myself any longer," he sobs, and you only croon, sitting up so you can adjust him, slipping your hands underneath his ass so you can spread him open and start to bounce him up and down on you. You thrust up into him and the head catches on a spot that makes him squeal, clinging onto you and slurring grateful open-mouthed kisses across your neck and shoulder. "Thank you! ohh thank you, master!"
"S'ok, master's got you. You don't gotta lift a finger. Let me do all the work. It's okay," you pant, a satisfying ache settling in your abdominals as you fuck up into him and press his hips down at the same time. He's all but howling with pleasure, lips sucking marks into the tender flesh of your throat. "There's a good boy."
He moans aloud at your praise, golden eyes rolling back as he loses himself to the pleasant scrape of the toy against his sensitive inner walls. You're practically abusing his prostate, fucking the sense right out of his muscled yet soft body. God he's so handsome, and burly, yet he falls apart and arches for you so prettily.
"Feels so good, m-master. Fffuck! Fuck, I feel so good!" Kyojuro wails, hand shooting to his cock to stroke it. You let him, eager to watch him unravel for you. "I-I'm gonna c-cum soon! Please, please may I cum?"
"Mhm, let it all out baby. Look at me while you cum all over my cock, yeah?" He tears himself away from your neck, teary honey and rose-colored eyes swimming with overwhelmed tears.
You fuck up into him harder at the sight, growling in delight and his hand speeds up on his cock. His dewy lashes flutter, fighting the urge to close. He wants to obey you, to be good for you. The knot in his belly finally snaps and he shouts in alarm as cum spills out of him, painting your stomach with seed as he thrashes and wails.
You bounce his body up and down on you through his orgasm, and he sobs, overstimulated. He stares at you with a desperate look, trembling as he continues to convulse and spurt for longer than he usually would.
"Oh gods! Oh gods! Unhh I-I can't stop cumming. O-oh fuck!" Kyojuro cries helplessly, though his hand keeps milking his own cock, the slippery, frantic movement making an obscene squelching sound.
"Shhh, just let it all out, sweetheart," you comforted, nudging his hand away from his sticky cock to replace it with your own. He flinches when you stroke him with a tight fist, wringing more cum out of him.
"A-ah okay, master. mhhh ahh!" he finally stops erupting, slumping against you with his head on your shoulder, exhausted and twitching like mad. You affectionately thumb at his tip a while longer as he softens in your grasp, before heeding his whimpers of 'no more.' and 'too sensitive.'
