I’m living for curious, closet pervert, inexperienced shotou. Like your his best friend and you accidentally give him a boner so he asks you what to do cause he’s never masturbated before because all he thinks of is proving his father wrong and all I can imagine is him moaning and squirming as you explain “you need to pull back your foreskin if you want your pretty cock to get bigger” please if you can make this into a smut it would keep me sane and super happy love you❤️❤️
okay see, here’s the thing I also live for that too but i’m also like: shouto angrily jerks off all the time because it’s the only type of release he had that didn’t involve like murder. so it’s sweaty and humid and hot whenever it happens, sweating pouring down his temple, eyebrows crunched, lip raised in a snarl as his hands roughly fist his length in his attempt to distract himself. when he’s done he steps out of the room and steam just follows him and I just 🥵🥵🥵
but anyways curious inexperienced closeted pervert shouto (ive also never met a person with a dick that had a foreskin before because i’m from america, okay well i have but it’s my best friends ex and it wasn’t like i slept with him so excuse me if i miswrite foreskin cock cheese wrong), let’s discuss:
“Just like that, Shouto-kun?”
Your voice was innocent almost too innocent for what you were doing. Pants fell heavy from Shouto’s mouth, his eyes barely opened to focus on your curious eyes. Curious as they were, there was that deadly and knowing flint to them that drove static down his spine, his head falling back at the sight of you leaning in.
For eighteen years of his life, Shouto had never masturbated. It was a given that for his first fifteen he would never be able to do it, not with his father routinely checking in on him. Then for the next three he had always heard some of the guys in his class talking about it, most of it pure locker talk of how Kaminari had seen this girl with the most massive tits. Or how Kirishima couldn’t help but be tempted by someone in a tight dress. He had even listened to them talk about what they did to get off, especially since many of them were exhausted from training so much.
Shouto was soon to find out that his classmates had started sleeping together while he would stare at his cock late at night, unable to touch himself because he felt beyond that. Sexual pleasure wasn’t something he thought he needed, sure he always caught himself staring at the curve of your ass, the pump of your lips when you sucked on something like ice, or how your breasts moved with your every movement.
Shouto was them afterwards quick to discover that he was listing after you and would find himself painfully hard unknowing of what to do with his angry red cock leaking against his abdomen late at night. He knew he should touch himself, he wasn’t that stupid, but he felt dirty. He only got hard whenever he thought of you, the hollow of your cheeks when you sucked something. The embarrassed look on your face when he caught you in the middle of something stupid. Your body that drove him insane...
The majority of the boys said Shouto was lucky that he was best friends with you, after all, to them that meant he had a foot in the door with the hottest girl in class. A girl all of them had admitted they’d at the very least wouldn’t mind a closet make out with.
What Shouto didn’t ever expect was for you to come frolicking into his room, your arms stretching above your head, revealing your bellybutton to him.
It was just a bellybutton, but in addition to the way that your eyes were squeezed shut in ways that he had imagined you’d be when cumming on his cock, and the high pitched whine that escaped your lips — a clear indicator that you were tired, there was so stopping the sudden hardness in his pants, and before he could move to hide it, you saw.
Shouto expected you to get angry, maybe look horrified as you ran away. He expected that with how you and girls were like with Mineta, you would be the same way with him. What he didn’t expect was for your face to turn blank, the door closing behind you.
“I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable,” Shouto apologized unsure of what do say. Outright saying that his dick was hard seemed too much, even for him. But once again to his surprise, he watched your hand lock the door and arrive between his legs.
“Is this for me, Shouto!” you ask, your hands resting on his knees. Shouto forgot how to breathe when you leaned in close, your lips nearly succeeding in touching his. “Hm?”
“If you can handle it,” Shouto spoke with such reassurance he didn’t even know how he managed that. But the way that your eyes glinted in their victory, and how your fingers slide up his thighs, against the print of his cock on the fabric, it was worth it.
You had his cock out of his pants, your finger delicately pulling down the foreskin of his cock. You thrilled at the sight of his large and thick length and could only appreciate that your best friend truly was made to be the best.
Shouto’s breathing almost stopped while he watched your fingernails rise and fall against his sensitive skin, the head of his cock tightening with his lust before you firmly grasped his length. He hissed at the contact, but shit, did it feel good. For a few long seconds you generously stroked his length, sensations blaring through Shouto in lengths
Which brings us back to the beginning.
“I want to see just how much harder I can make your cock,” you mewl, your saliva coated lips pressing against the crown of his cock. “Can I suck your cock, baby? Will you let me fuck you?”
Heaving breathes staggered from his lungs, and there was barely a second of him nodding before your tongue ran against the protruding being on his cock and Shouto hissed your name, his hands unsure of where to grab. But you chuckled with your lips pressed against his aching cock, and he watched you grab his uncertain hands, bringing them to your head.
“I’m going to suck your cock right now, and you’ll keep your hands on my head to tell me how you want my mouth around your cock once I show you just how you should be feeling when jacking off,” you inform him, and Shouto stammered out a yes when he watched your mouth sink against his length.
Fire hot tight wetness consumed him, and Shouto swore he saw white when you began blowing him. It wasn’t much to begin with, but as someone who never once had a single moment of sexual action prior to this night, he left it with watching his cum seep from your sore cunt.
