ft. vantacrow bringer x f! reader — krisis, nijisanji
contains: smut!! 18+) 2.5k words┊dom vanta & sub reader
━━━ .°˖✧ a is for aftercare ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what are they like after sex?
╰₊✧ caring, doting, and a little goofy, he can’t help but crack a few jokes when helping clean you up and getting you water, always feeling like it’s needed to break up the silence after all he could hear was your moaning and all the other sounds of sex. however, he isn’t all laughs, as he’s also gentle while praising your performance, caressing your skin, and making you giggle if you’re ticklish.
━━━ .°˖✧ b is for body ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what is their favorite part of them and on you?
╰₊✧ on him, he’s especially proud of his physique. being one of the strongest superhumans alive leads him to be incredibly toned and muscular, which he takes special care to maintain even though his strength would still be there if he allowed himself to slip up and get a little more out of shape. regardless, he wouldn’t hesitate to go on a two am fast food run if you asked him to.
╰₊✧ on you, he’s absolutely obsessed with your ass. he doesn’t care how vulgar it sounds, he loves the cute upside-down heart shape and how soft it feels when he gropes it in his hands. if you wear a short skirt or dress, or something that’s tight-fitting in the area, he’s a goner who does not know how to behave, unable to take his eyes and mind off of it until he can pull you into a secluded corner.
━━━ .°˖✧ c is for cum ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ anything to do with cum.
╰₊✧ no doubt, he prefers to do it inside, loving the feeling of your tight cunt milking him dry before pulling out and watching it leak out. it brings out a possessive side to him that he can’t explain. he also likes giving you facials after you suck him off, but doesn’t like the idea of it accidentally getting in your eyes, so he tends to avoid it.
━━━ .°˖✧ d is for dirty secret ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what lewd things have they been hiding from you?
╰₊✧ he secretly has a thing for you being stuck in things, even if it's just like a bad porn category. don’t even ask, he just thinks it’s funny to see you so powerless and begging for him to help you out, he’s never probably acknowledged it, although you have bullied him for it several times, but you suppose even a man as grand and intimidating as him can get embarrassed.
━━━ .°˖✧ e is for experience ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how experienced are they? do they know what they are doing?
╰₊✧ surprisingly, despite his handsome looks and charms, he doesn’t have too much experience, maybe exactly one partner before you if one is being generous (although it was more of a situationship). he simply didn’t real connections with anyone like he did with you, only trying to rush into relationships because he felt pressured to do so in his adult life, so once he met you, it was like fireworks. he was a little stiff and awkward at first with you needing to show him how it’s done, but after that when he becomes more confident, he’s essentially a god in most aspects, although he prefers to stay humble (with occasional and endearing arrogance).
━━━ .°˖✧ f is for favorite position ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ self-explanatory.
╰₊✧ he’s a simple man who knows what he likes, which is doggy style and missionary. they’re classics for a reason, and while he’s open to new positions, he often defaults to one of them (but he’s also a fan of the mating press, it just isn’t as often as the other two because he fears straining your body when he has you bent with your legs over his shoulders).
━━━ .°˖✧ g is for goofy ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?
╰₊✧ as mentioned earlier, he tends to be more goofy during aftercare and is usually more serious during the act, but he isn’t completely opposed to being a little silly and sharing a few giggles in between.
━━━ .°˖✧ h is for hair ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?
╰₊✧ while a patch of dirty blonde hair isn’t too overgrown, he does have a decent amount down there and a rather noticeable happy trail that leads to it. he doesn’t have any strong opinions about it on himself since he doesn’t care about it on his partner either, but if you have a preference that you make known, then he’ll follow it without too much care.
━━━ .°˖✧ i is for intimacy ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how romantic are they in the moment?
╰₊✧ vanta isn’t used to intimacy since he’s been alone for most of his life, and having a reputation like his doesn’t allow for much vulnerability. everything he’s ever known was rough and tough, so to be with you when you’re gently cupping his face in your palm makes him melt. it’s something he’s working on getting the hang of, but eventually, he’ll prefer soft and fluffy sex over anything hardcore (although he loves both of them).
━━━ .°˖✧ j is for jack off˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ do they masturbate without you? if so, how?
╰₊✧ it’s a rare occurrence, but sometimes when he’s out on missions and doesn’t have you by his side, he can’t help but give in to his desires. of course, it isn’t half as satisfying, but he has to make do with what he has, and it’s usually a sexy photo of you he has saved on his phone or an article of clothing he brought with him that still has your scent on it. maybe he’ll even give you a call if the time is right, but he usually can’t jerk off on only his imagination.
━━━ .°˖✧ k is for kink ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what kind of freaky things are they into giving and receiving?
╰₊✧ mandhandling - the amount of power he has over you can get in his head sometimes, both because of the physical differences in size and strength between the two of you and because of how much trust you have in him to be dominant over you. he never hurts you in any way, but he can get a little rough at times, although he always trails kisses on your skin, even if he wasn’t harsh enough to leave a bruise.
╰₊✧ occasional submission - being a hero is tough work, you know? while he isn’t quite tired physically, he can be exhausted mentally, and there’s nothing he loves more when you have him lay back and allow you to do all the work for a change. he’s so used to taking charge, almost as though it’s in his nature and fused into his blood, but it’s always so nice, and he always wonders why he doesn’t do it more often (also, you’re so hot when you’re on top of him, he swears you’re like a goddess some to life).
╰₊✧ breeding - it’s not just because of how pleasurable the feeling is for both sides and because of the possessiveness he has over you, but it’s also because he genuinely wants to be a father at some point, and the thought of starting a family with the person he loves is something that makes him emotional. however, in the moment when he’s actually breeding you, all he can think of is how beautiful you’re going to be carrying his babies, and all the soft domestic thoughts come following during aftercare.
━━━ .°˖✧ l is for location ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what are their favorite places to have sex?
╰₊✧ he isn’t too much of an exhibitionist, so he prefers to do it behind a door he knows is securely locked (and a place with decent soundproofing so that no one passing by will get traumatized). the most outlandish place it’s been done is probably a public restroom at some random location because you decided to be a tease that day, but he supposes that a few might consider it to still be standard.
━━━ .°˖✧ m is for motivation ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what turns them on?
╰₊✧ there’s a lot of things that can get vanta in the mood, but something that never fails to turn him on is seeing you all dolled up, dressed in pretty little outfits with sparkly lip gloss on, ready to be ruined. it’s caused many dates to be canceled and many events to be skipped simply because he couldn’t help but pick you up and drag you to the bedroom after seeing how gorgeous you looked.
━━━ .°˖✧ n is for no ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what are their turn-offs and things they wouldn’t do?
╰₊✧ he’s fully against hurting you as it just feels too dangerous for him to feel any sense of pleasure from it, even though both of you have trust that he can control his strength and he can see the appeal in it, so no impact play, choking, or anything of the sort (other elements of bsdm are still on the table like bondage or temperature play, but it has to be discussed beforehand).
━━━ .°˖✧ o is for oral ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how do they give you head and react to receiving it? which do they prefer?
╰₊✧ all of the krisis boys are munches, i will stand by this until the day i die. he’s like an animal when he’s between your legs, messy and sloppy in a way that has the lower half of his face smeared with your arousal and his spit. when you’re sucking him off, he’s a little bit of a head-pusher because he can’t always handle receiving, but he frequently reminds you to tap on his thigh if it gets too much for you.
━━━ .°˖✧ p is for pace ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?
╰₊✧ he prefers things to be more fast-paced and to do it multiple times rather than a few drawn-out sessions, finding it most suitable for his body, but if there are days when you’re a little tired and want things to be a little more sentimental, then he loves to take his time and be intimate in the most amazing way possible.
━━━ .°˖✧ q is for quickie ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what are their opinions on quickies?
╰₊✧ aside from there being nothing else to do except for a quick fuck during a long wait or something of the sort, he would prefer to wait until both of you are somewhere private where he can go wild instead of walking on eggshells trying to be quiet and efficient.
━━━ .°˖✧ r is for risk ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ are they game to experiment? what kinds of risks are they willing to take?
╰₊✧ not really. while he thinks the thrill would be fun, he doesn’t want to do anything possibly reputation ruining if discovered or anything that would potentially put your safety at risk, so nothing too hardcore or even semi-public, as he feels like the dangers far outweigh the fun aspect of it.
━━━ .°˖✧ s is for stamina ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how many rounds can they go? how long do they last?
╰₊✧ i already said this for kaelix’s alphabet, but the real question is, how long can you last when it comes to fucking a superhuman? marathon sex isn’t too uncommon between the two of you, simply because he could go for dozens of rounds if you could keep up with him, but so far, you haven’t made it past five (but he’s always testing you, pushing you to your limits, always trying to see if you can break that record).
━━━ .°˖✧ t is for toys ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ do they own them? do they prefer to use them on you or themselves?
╰₊✧ although he’s open to using them, he would much rather pleasure you himself without the help of any toys. he just finds it much more satisfying that way, but he does own a toy or two to use on rare occasions.
━━━ .°˖✧ u is for unfair ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how much do they like to tease? do they like to be teased themself?
╰₊✧ he’s not too much of a tease, preferring to overstimulate and give you too much of what you wanted instead of edging you and denying you an orgasm. it’s just so much more fun to him, but he does enjoy getting teased himself since he’s pretty used to getting what he wants most of the time, finding that having you dangle what he wants so badly in front of his face always drives him wild.
━━━ .°˖✧ v is for volume ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how loud are they? what kinds of sounds do they make?
╰₊✧ although he doesn’t let out many sinful noises aside from occasional grunts and gasps, he certainly can’t stop running his mouth, telling you how good you were being for him and how perfect your shared body chemistry was, he just wants you to know how perfect you are and that he can’t believe how lucky he was to have someone as gorgeous as you underneath him.
━━━ .°˖✧ w is for wild card ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what’s a random sex headcanon?
╰₊✧ despite everything mentioned so far, it’s surprisingly easy to make this man fall apart, almost like it doesn’t even take any effort in the first place. whenever he’s feeling the pleasure, he loses his composure with shivers shooting up his spine and gasps whenever your nails dig into his back. he acts like you’re overexaggerating and that it wasn’t as bad as you say, but you both know the truth that he won’t admit.
━━━ .°˖✧ x is for x-ray ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what’s going on under those clothes?
━━━ .°˖✧ y is for yearning ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how high is their sex drive?
╰₊✧ it’s almost entirely dependent on how high your drive is. if you prefer to have intimacy without lust, then he can live without it at all and almost never brings up the subject, preferring to show his love in plenty of other ways. if you prefer a more physically active lifestyle where you want to be fucking almost every day, then he can’t keep his hands off of you to save his life.
━━━ .°˖✧ z is for zzz ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how quickly do they fall asleep after the act?
╰₊✧ not very quickly. his stamina is off the charts, so he’s only waiting until you fall asleep in his arms before sneaking off to do whatever until he finally gets tired. he’s usually working out, reading a book, playing a video game, or catching up on paperwork from his latest mission, but he’s always careful not to wake you up when moving in and out of bed.
Kaelix has been really jealous and possessive lately, and you've been wondering why. When you figure out why, you try to push his buttons a little more to see just how possessive he can really get.
≫ A/N: So I was talking with my friends during the rebroadcast of the Villain Karaoke, and someone pointed out just how hot possessive Kaelix would be. And I agreed. So the other fic I was gonna write is going on the back burner for this one. This fic isn't really super long, but I still hope you enjoy! Ugh, I wish I could have Zeal too, but you know, dedicated girlfriend and all that.
Contains: female reader, modern-day office au sorta, kinda sorta Zeal/Kaelix rivalry, possessive/jealous Kaelix, smut, he fucks you so hard so you will remember who you belong to, and he marks you up plenty to get the message across to the others around you as well.
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Kaelix had been watching you from a distance as you were busy typing away furiously on your computer to get the weekly quota of papers met. He was slightly slumped over in his chair as his head rested on his hand, and a dreamy sigh left his mouth. He practically had hearts in his eyes as he looked at you, busy working, completely distracted from his own work as he saw you stain your cup with the red lipstick you decided to wear that morning. God, he loved you so much. He could keep looking at you for hours if his boss allowed him to. And then, he saw him.
Zeal approached you with a fresh cup of coffee, which you happily took from him since you had just finished your last one. Zeal knew, he always knew, he always kept a close eye on you. He also handed you a sandwich, your favourite one, no less, since it was close to lunchtime and you must have been hungry by now. You thanked him happily as he put a hand on your shoulder for a moment, and then shot Kaelix a glare before he walked back to his own booth to continue his work. This got Kaelix seething. He turned around and angrily started typing away some stuff he had been neglecting the rest of the day, trying to bundle his negative feelings into the keyboard and the screen in front of him.
Eventually, 5PM approached, and you were packing up to leave for the day. Kaelix yawned and leaned back into his chair, satisfied with the work he managed to finish today, even if the reason still left him angry after all these hours. You walked over to your boyfriend and hugged him from behind, leaving a kiss on his cheek, your lipstick long gone after the numerous amounts of coffee you consumed, and of course, that damned sandwich. You could feel him tense, and you could tell something was wrong. When you asked him what was on his mind, he mumbled a "nothing, it's fine," and also went to pack up his stuff to drive both of you back home.
On your drive home, you could see him clench the steering wheel as his jaw flexed. You could tell he was pissed, but you had no idea what was wrong. "Hey, uhm... I can tell you're upset about something... Did... Did I do something wrong?" you finally asked him as you swallowed with difficulty. "What? No... It's nothing, I promise. Just a bad day," he replied as he tried to relax, knowing full well that you wouldn't upset him on purpose. He also loved you so much, and he didn't blame you for this either; he just couldn't, not when it was his own jealousy acting up irrationally. Zeal, on the other hand, knew exactly what he was doing, and that pissed him off. He knew exactly what his goal was, and he knew you paid his moves on you no mind since you were taken, and you loved your boyfriend very dearly.
That night, when you were getting ready for bed, he sauntered over to you and hugged you from behind, leaving hungry kisses all over your neck. "What's gotten into you today?" you ask your boyfriend, who just hums in response. You ask him what's wrong once more, and he finally replies: "Is it illegal for me to just want to spoil my girlfriend and shower her in lots of love?" he asked you after you finished brushing your teeth, and took your hand in his to lead you to the bedroom. You instantly knew what his intentions were, and you weren't minding one bit.
During your lovemaking session, you noticed Kaelix was acting quite a bit differently from how he usually would. Normally, he would be quite a bit more on the subby side, letting out desperate whimpers and whines as he enjoyed your body. But not tonight. The sounds escaping his mouth were more on the lower spectrum, much more animalistic in a way, as he pounded into you from behind. He held you close as he left hickeys and bite marks all over your body. That should teach that asshole who you belong to.
But Zeal didn't seem to pay the marks any attention; in fact, it only made him more forward in his remarks and actions. You tried to hide the bite marks on your neck, but it was the middle of summer, so there was no way you could wear a scarf to pretend they weren't there without sweating your ass off. Zeal had pointed out said lovebites, and you blushed furiously when he did. That day, Zeal seemed extra affectionate towards you. He would come by your cubicle more often, bringing you coffee and several snacks. His touches would also linger a bit longer. On your shoulder, your waist, on top of your head... Kaelix was furious, absolutely livid. He had to do something about this. He was so tempted to just punch Zeal to the ground to show him who you really belonged to, but that would only get him fired, and he obviously didn't want that either.
In the following days, Zeal would still be as affectionate with you, and you didn't pay his actions any mind, totally oblivious to what his intentions were. You'd always just considered him a work friend, after all, and he always seemed quite respectful to people around the office. Surely he wouldn't have ulterior motives, right? Until you noticed that Kaelix would be more feral during each passing night, fucking you harder than the night before and marking you up even more. He would moan and growl such obscene things over and over. That you belonged to him, and only him, and that no one else was allowed to have you. While you lay in his arms that night, about to drift off to sleep, it suddenly clicked in your mind. You suddenly realised what had been the issue all along. And a light bulb practically lit up above your head. You wanted to see just how far you could push your boyfriend. You weren't denying that this possessive side of him was a massive turn on to you, and you wanted to see just how much harder you could get him to fuck you.
The next day at work, Zeal would approach you one more time with a cup of coffee and your favourite sandwich during lunchtime. You got up and hugged Zeal, thanking him for the treat and giving him a kiss on his cheek. You knew that Kaelix was watching you; he always was, after all. He almost broke the pen in his hand when he saw what was unfolding before him. Zeal chuckled and gently placed his hand on your cheek as you leaned into his touch. Yeah, he was an attractive man; you were not going to deny that. But your heart belonged to one person, who was currently watching both of you with steam pretty much exiting out of his ears. He gave you a kiss on your forehead, and you giggled, and he then bid you farewell for now as he waved at you as he went back to his cubicle. With a massive grin on your face that you were trying to hide the best you could, you went back to work. You just knew the drive home was going to be interesting.
During said drive, you tried to strike up a conversation with your boyfriend, but he didn't reply and looked more pissed than ever. Seems like you succeeded. You were practically rubbing your hands together like a fly, anticipating whatever your boyfriend was going to do tonight.
When you were home, he wasted no time slamming you against the closed door as he kissed you ferociously while his knee rubbed against your core. "Think you're so clever, huh? So funny? Think I wouldn't have noticed. Well, guess what, princess, I saw it all. And you are not sleeping until I make sure you can't walk tomorrow. I don't care if we stay up all night and we're late for work. I am fucking you so hard that you will know who you belong to. Zeal can fuck off for all I care, but he can't fuck you. Ever. You're mine. Only mine," your boyfriend said between hungry kisses as he pushed his body into you more firmly. You were squirming under his words and his touch. Oh, this turned you on so much... Mission succeeded.
Soon enough, he roughly grabbed your wrist as he led you over to the bedroom. You tugged off your clothes while keeping his mouth on yours as much as possible. After both of you were undressed, he pushed you down onto the bed harshly and immediately got between your legs. "W-wait, Kaelix, slow down!" you stuttered, but Kaelix had apparently suddenly stopped caring. "Shut up, darling. I know you did all of that on purpose. I know you were trying to get a rise out of me. Guess what, it worked. Now, prepare to get fucked like never before." If you weren't wet before, the words he just spoke to you surely made you. And without warning, he immediately pushed into you while his arms wrapped around you to hold you as close as possible, as his mouth immediately got busy leaving new bite marks all over your body.
Tonight, he didn't miss a single spot to mark. The only area that was excluded was your face. Other than that, every limb had bite marks and hickeys on it. He made sure to leave an extra amount on your neck and your collarbones for you to show off at work. He knew your boss would not be happy with it, but he didn't care. He was going to make sure that Zeal would get the message someday. He was not stopping until that asshole backed off.
As he filled you with the first of many loads that night, he growled your name as he buried himself deep inside of you, kissing you in between desperate growls. You moaned out loud as your own orgasm crashed over you when you saw your boyfriend being like this. His possessiveness gave you a massive boost of libido, and you decided to let him take all he wanted. You went down on all fours, and Kaelix was behind you in an instant. With his dick still hard, he pushed into you immediately, letting out a satisfied growl as he got busy with fucking another load into you.
He had fucked you over, and over, and over... By the time the sun was starting to peek through the curtains, and you would have to get up soon, both of you collapsed on the bed after one final orgasm. Both of you texted your boss to say you were sick so you could stay in bed all day to have more sex and cuddle the day away. The day after, however, both of you would be back at work.
Zeal had approached you once more with some coffee and a snack. You snuck a glance at Kaelix, and he instantly got the message. He got up and walked over to you, possessively wrapping his arms around you while kissing you. You blushed with your love being on such display in the office. But what Kaelix said next, soiled your panties for the next hours to come, and you already couldn't wait to be in bed with him later. "Back off, Zeal. Don't even fucking try. She's mine, only mine. You will never have her, so don't fucking even with me," your boyfriend said as he shot Zeal a glare, who backed up slightly and raised his hands in defeat and respectfully retreated.
You knew that tonight was going to be a rough night once again.
WARNINGS - this drink may include the following: fem!reader, use of y/n, phone sex, teasing, marking, oral (fem!receiving), mutual masturbation, use of the word 'god' (not really a warning, however apparently people get triggered by it, so, y'know), swearing, only proof-read once - I think that's all, but please let me know if I missed anything^^
ALC percentage - 5.7%
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the stream was in full swing, the chat buzzing with emotes and inside jokes as Shoto leaned back in his chair, his mischievous grin practically lighting up the screen. his voice carried that playful confidence his fans adored, and his vtuber model mimicked his smirk perfectly.
"alright, chat," he drawled, glancing at the cascading wall of messages. "we’ve got a guest today - someone you all seem to be obsessed with. can you guess who it is?"
the chat immediately exploded with excitement: "IT'S HER!!" and "FINALLY LET'S GO!"
"you guessed it. let’s welcome the one and only-" he paused, dragging it out just long enough to make the anticipation unbearable. "our very own shy queen."
the discord call connected, and your voice came through, soft but warm. "hi, Shoto. hi, chat."
the stream erupted with hearts and inside jokes. Shoto tilted his head slightly, his avatar following suit, as he leaned closer to his mic. "you sound nervous, y/n. am I making you blush already?"
you chuckled softly. "you wish, Shoto."
the chat exploded.
for the next hour, the two of you bounced off each other effortlessly, the rhythm of teasing and laughter keeping the energy alive. Shoto, true to form, leaned into his flirtatious side, making sure the chat was in on the fun.
"you’re too quiet, y/n," he teased, his voice dipping into mock seriousness. "you’re supposed to help me carry the stream! unless…" he leaned closer, his avatar’s mischievous smirk sharpening as his tone softened. "you just like hearing me talk, huh?"
the audience immediately erupted, spamming "HE'S AT IT AGAIN" and "RIZZ MASTER."
Shoto grinned, fully expecting the usual shy laugh and change of topic. but this time, you surprised him.
"you know," you said after a pause, your voice light but steady, "I do like hearing you talk. it’s cute: watching you try so hard to impress me."
the silence on his end was deafening, though only for a moment. his vtuber model stilled for half a second before suddenly throwing its arms up in exaggerated shock as Shoto burst out laughing.
"WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!" he screamed out, leaning back in his chair, his avatar mimicking the motion. the chat erupted, spamming "SHE GOT HIM" and "CLIP IT CLIP IT!"
Shoto covered his face with his hands, his voice breaking into a flustered laugh. "y/n, you can’t just - where did THAT come from?!"
you grinned, enjoying his reaction. "what? you flirt with everyone all the time. I figured it was my turn."
"your turn?!" Shoto repeated, tugging at his hoodie strings. his model mimicked the motion, his face still red as he stammered. "chat, help me! she’s turning the tables, and I wasn’t ready for it!"
the chat doubled down, spamming "SHE'S TOO POWERFUL" and "RIZZ WAR DECLARED."
"alright, alright," he said finally, pointing toward the camera like he was accusing you of a crime. "you win this round. but don’t think I’m letting you off easy next time."
you giggled, your usual shyness melting away as you leaned into the playful atmosphere. "looking forward to it."
for the rest of the stream, Shoto was visibly more cautious, his usual flirtatious quips replaced with dramatic pauses as though gauging your next move. the chat noticed too, poking fun at how he was now "playing it safe."
but everyone could tell - this new dynamic was only the beginning.
the stream wound down after another hour of playful banter and shared laughter, the tension from your earlier comment still lingering in the air. Shoto’s usual energy had shifted slightly - not lessened, but… focused. every time you spoke, he seemed to hang on your words just a little longer, and the chat didn’t miss a thing.
"HE'S BLUSHING AGAIN," they spammed. "HER RIZZ IS TOO STRONG."
"alright chat," Shoto said, his voice carrying an edge of finality, though he still wore that trademark smirk. "it’s about time to wrap things up. any last words for y/n before we kick her out of the discord call forever?"
you snorted softly. "kicking me out already? I thought I was carrying the stream, Shoto."
the chat loved it, spamming "SHE'S TOO SAVAGE" and "ROUND TWO INCOMING."
"okay, okay," he replied, leaning back in his chair. his avatar mimicked the motion, arms crossing over its chest in a mock pout. "you carried… for like, ten minutes. I did most of the work."
"sure you did," you replied, your voice dripping with sarcasm.
Shoto chuckled, his laughter trailing off into a quieter hum as the chat started spamming goodbyes and hearts. "alright y/n, say goodbye to the gremlins before they start crying."
you laughed. "bye, chat. thanks for having me!"
as the discord call ended and the stream screen transitioned to Shoto’s “thank you for watching” animation, you sighed softly, leaning back in your chair. and just as you were about to close the discord tab, Shoto’s voice popped back in through a private call.
"hey…" he said, his tone noticeably softer now that the stream was over. "got a second?"
you clicked to rejoin the call, your curiosity piqued. "what’s up?"
there was a pause, the comfortable hum of silence stretching between you two. then he spoke again, his voice losing its usual bravado.
"so…" he began, drawing out the word as though testing the waters. "you really caught me off guard earlier."
you grinned, your confidence from the stream still lingering. "oh? wasn’t that the point?"
"okay, listen," he said, laughing lightly, though it carried a nervous edge. you’re not supposed to turn my own game against me. that’s illegal."
"illegal?" you teased. "I thought it was fair play."
"you’re dangerous," he replied, and this time his voice dipped just slightly - a subtle shift that sent a shiver down your spine. "and I don’t think you realize what you started."
his words hung in the air, the playful tone from earlier now carrying something heavier, something more deliberate. you felt your cheeks warm, though you couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or anticipation.
"careful, Shoto," you replied, your voice quieter now. "you’re making it sound like you’re planning your revenge already."
there was a low chuckle on his end, the kind that made your breath hitch. "oh, I’m not planning anything." he paused, his voice softening even further. "i’m just thinking about how bold you were today. it was…new."
"did you not like it?" you asked, your heart pounding.
"like it?" he echoed, a teasing lilt creeping back into his tone. "I loved it. but now I’m wondering if that boldness is just for show… or if it’s real."
your breath caught in your throat. there it was - that unspoken tension that had been simmering beneath the surface all night, now bubbling to the top.
"why don’t you find out?" you said before you could stop yourself, the words slipping out in a low, almost challenging tone.
the line went quiet for a moment, the weight of your words settling. when Shoto finally spoke, his voice was low, almost a whisper.
"careful, y/n," he said, his usual teasing replaced with something darker, more intimate. "you might not be ready for what happens if I do."
the silence after his words was deafening, the weight of them settling deep in your chest. you could hear your own heartbeat, pounding steadily in your ears as Shoto’s soft laughter broke through the quiet.
"speechless?" he teased, his voice carrying a low hum of satisfaction. "that’s a first."
you swallowed hard, gripping your phone a little tighter. his confidence was intoxicating, but the shift in his tone - the way it lingered in that space between teasing and serious - made your pulse quicken.
"not speechless," you countered, your voice steady despite the nerves bubbling in your stomach. "just wondering if you’re all talk."
that earned a sharp inhale from his end. his chuckle returned, darker now, like you’d just issued a challenge he was eager to accept.
"y/n," he said softly, his voice curling around your name in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. "you’re playing a dangerous game right now."
"and you’re the one who started it," you shot back, though your tone betrayed the mix of excitement and hesitation you felt.
"fair enough," he murmured, and you could hear the shift in his posture - the faint creak of his chair as he leaned forward, as if closing the distance between you, even through the screen.
the air between you felt thick now, the playful edge giving way to something far more intense.
"you know," he began, his voice quieter now, almost intimate. "i’ve always wondered how far you’d let me take this. the teasing, the flirting... I didn’t think you’d ever actually bite back."
"well, you seemed so confident," you replied, letting your voice dip just slightly, testing the waters. "I didn’t think you’d fluster so easily."
a low groan slipped from his lips, and you swore you heard his chair creak again. "you’re gonna regret saying that," he muttered, though there was no malice in his tone - just a simmering heat that sent your thoughts spiraling.
"am I?" you whispered, your voice barely audible, yet enough to make him pause.
for a moment, you thought he might laugh it off, but instead, he let the silence hang, heavy and charged. when he finally spoke, his words sent a jolt through you.
"turn your camera on."
your breath hitched. the request was simple, but the command in his tone left no room for argument.
"Shoto-"
"please." he added quickly, softening the edge just enough to make it feel like a choice. "I want to see you."
your hands trembled slightly as you adjusted your webcam, the soft click of the activation sounding louder than it should have. when your face appeared on your screen, you saw his vtuber model react in sync with him - his usual mischievous smirk replaced with a more focused expression, his avatar leaning in as if he were truly watching you.
"hi…" you said softly, feeling vulnerable under his gaze.
"hi," he murmured back, his voice lower now. "you look... flushed."
you bit your lip, suddenly hyper-aware of how warm your face felt. "well, whose fault is that?"
"mine." he said without hesitation, his smirk returning. "and I’m not done yet."
your breath hitched as his model leaned closer, and you could feel the tension in his voice. “you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to see this side of you, y/n. you’re usually so shy. it’s cute, but… this?"
"what about this?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
"this confidence," he said, his tone dropping further. "it’s driving me crazy."
his words sent a jolt of heat through you, and you couldn’t stop the small smile that crept onto your lips. "good," you replied, surprising even yourself with your boldness.
there was a sharp intake of breath on his end. "god, you’re gonna kill me," he muttered, his voice carrying a raw edge that sent shivers down your spine.
for a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence filled with the weight of everything unspoken between you. when he finally broke it, his voice was barely audible.
"if I were there right now," he began, his words slow and deliberate, "I wouldn’t hold back."
"then it’s a good thing you’re not," you replied, though your voice wavered slightly.
"why’s that?" he asked, his tone sharp, challenging.
"because I wouldn’t either," you admitted, the words slipping out before you could think twice.
his low growl of approval sent a wave of heat crashing through you. "y/n..."
the way he said your name felt like a caress, and suddenly, the distance between you felt unbearable.
"tell me what you’d do," he said, his voice rough with restraint.
your heart pounded in your chest as his words wrapped around you, pulling you into a heady mix of anticipation and desire. the playful banter from earlier felt like a distant memory now, replaced by something far more intimate, far more dangerous.
"i’d…" you hesitated, feeling the weight of his gaze even through the screen. "i’d make you regret teasing me so much."
his laugh was soft, almost disbelieving. "oh, i’d love to see you try."
your confidence surged, the tension between you thick and electric. "maybe one day you will."
"i’ll hold you to that," he said, his voice a low promise.
the call stretched on for multiple hours, as the line between teasing and something far deeper had vanished. Shoto’s voice, warm and low through your headphones, filled the quiet of your room. the tension between you had reached its peak, and neither of you seemed willing - or able - to pull back.
"I don’t think you realize what you’re doing to me," he said, his voice rougher now, like he was struggling to keep his composure.
"what am I doing to you?" you asked, a playful lilt in your tone, though your body betrayed the growing ache that his words ignited.
"everything," he admitted without hesitation, the single word wrapping around you like a tether, pulling you closer to the edge of something you’d never expected.
the camera feed was still on, his vtuber model animating on one side of your screen, but the image seemed distant now, insignificant compared to the sound of his voice and the heat in his words.
"you have no idea how long I’ve thought about this," he continued, his tone slow, deliberate. "hearing your voice like this, knowing how flustered you are right now. it’s driving me insane."
"i’m not flustered," you tried to argue, though the breathy quality of your voice gave you away.
Shoto chuckled softly, and the sound sent shivers down your spine. "don’t lie to me, y/n. I can hear it in your voice. you’re just as caught up in this as I am."
your cheeks burned as his words pulled a soft gasp from your lips. you shifted slightly in your seat, the ache between your thighs growing impossible to ignore.
"and you’re not helping," you muttered, your voice quieter now.
"good," he replied, his voice dropping lower. "I don’t want to help. I want to make it worse."
the intensity in his tone made your breath hitch, and you bit your lip to keep from making a sound. Shoto’s sharp intake of breath told you he knew exactly what you were doing.
"don’t do that," he said softly, his voice almost a growl.
"do what?"
"bite your lip," he replied, his words sending a jolt of heat through you. "you don’t know what it does to me."
a rush of boldness surged through you, and you leaned closer to your mic, your voice dropping into a whisper. "what if I do know?"
silence followed, heavy and charged, before Shoto let out a low, frustrated groan.
"y/n, you’re killing me," he muttered, his voice strained.
"good," you replied, echoing his earlier words, your confidence growing with every sound he made.
the air between you crackled with unspoken desire, the distance between your two rooms feeling unbearably vast. you could hear the subtle shift of his chair, the faint rustle of fabric as he adjusted himself, and the thought sent a flush of heat through your body.
"tell me what you’re doing right now," he said suddenly, his voice rough with need.
Your breath hitched, the vulnerability of the question sending a thrill through you. "I…" you hesitated, your pulse pounding in your ears.
"don’t hold back," he urged, his tone softening just enough to coax you forward. "I want to hear you."
your fingers trembled as you trailed them over the hem of your shirt, your voice barely audible as you replied. "i’m…touching myself."
a low curse slipped from his lips, the sound unraveling what little composure you had left. "fuck, y/n," he muttered, his voice filled with raw want. "you have no idea how much I wish I could be there right now."
"tell me what you’d do," you whispered, your own voice trembling with anticipation.
Shoto’s response was immediate, his words spilling out in a husky rush. "i’d start slow," he said, his voice like a caress. "my hands on your thighs, pushing them apart so I could see you. i’d take my time, make you beg for it."
a soft whimper escaped your lips at the vividness of his words, and Shoto groaned in response.
"are you touching yourself now?" you asked, your voice barely a breath.
"yeah," he admitted, the rawness in his tone making your whole body thrum with heat. "I can’t stop thinking about you. the way you sound, the way you’d feel under me..."
his words broke something in you, and you let your own restraint slip, your soft gasps filling the space between his deep, ragged breaths. the distance between you no longer mattered - every word, every sound, pulled you closer together, until it felt like you were sharing the same space, the same air.
"Shoto," you murmured, his name slipping from your lips like a plea.
"i’m here," he replied, his voice a quiet promise. "i’ve got you."
your breath came in soft, uneven gasps, your hand brushing over your thighs as Shoto’s voice wrapped around you, pulling you deeper into the moment. his tone, once playful, was now rough and unrestrained, each word carrying the weight of his desire.
"y/n," he murmured, your name falling from his lips like a prayer. "tell me what you’re feeling right now."
your cheeks burned as your fingers slipped beneath the hem of your shorts, trailing over the sensitive skin just above your inner thigh. "I feel…" you hesitated, your voice trembling with need, "warm…needy."
Shoto’s low groan echoed through your headphones, sending a shiver down your spine. "fuck," he muttered, his breath hitching. "keep going. tell me everything."
you bit your lip, your movements tentative as your fingers dipped lower, brushing against the damp fabric between your thighs. "i’m so wet," you whispered, your voice barely audible.
"god," he breathed, his voice filled with longing. "do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?"
"tell me," you urged, your confidence building with every sound he made as your hand slipped the fabric of your underwear to the side.
his voice dropped lower, rough with restraint. "i’m so hard, y/n. I can’t stop thinking about you."
the confession sent a jolt of heat through your body, and you let out a soft moan, unable to hold back. Shoto’s sharp intake of breath told you he’d heard it, and his reaction only fueled your need.
"let me hear you," he said, his tone commanding but tender. "I want to know exactly how good you feel."
your fingers slipped beneath the fabric you just pulled to the side, gliding over the slick heat between your thighs. you let out a soft, breathy whimper, your head falling back against the chair as you lost yourself in the sensations.
"that’s it," Shoto murmured, his voice like a caress. "touch yourself for me. pretend it’s me."
your movements quickened as you dipped your ring finger into your pussy, your breaths growing heavier as his words spurred you on. "Shoto," you gasped, his name falling from your lips like a mantra.
"i’m right here," he replied, his own voice thick with arousal. you could hear the faint, rhythmic sounds on his end, his breathing uneven as he worked himself in time with you.
"I want to feel you," you whispered, the words slipping out before you could think. "I want your hands on me, your lips..."
"say it," he urged, his voice tight with need. "tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."
your inhibitions melted away under the weight of his voice, and you let the words flow freely. "I want you to pin me down," you confessed, your voice trembling with a mix of shyness and boldness. "I want to feel your hands on my thighs, your fingers inside me…"
Shoto groaned deeply, the sound sending a wave of heat crashing over you. "fuck, y/n," he muttered, his voice strained. "i’d spread you open so I could see every inch of you. i’d take my time, make you beg for more."
the vividness of his words sent you spiraling as you added your middle finger, the added friction only fueling you on as your movements grew desperate and you chased the release building inside you. your soft gasps and whimpers filled the space between you, mixing with Shoto’s rough, uneven breaths.
"i’m close," you whispered, your voice barely audible.
"me too," he replied, his tone ragged. "cum for me, y/n. let me hear you."
the command in his voice pushed you over the edge, and you cried out, your body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you. Shoto followed moments later, his deep, guttural groan filling your headphones as he reached his own release.
the silence that followed was warm and heavy, the air between you still charged with the intimacy of the moment.
"y/n," Shoto murmured after a while, his voice soft and filled with affection.
"yeah?" you replied, your heart still racing.
"I meant what I said," he continued, his tone quieter now, more vulnerable. "if I were there, I wouldn’t be able to hold back."
you smiled, a warmth spreading through your chest. "maybe one day you won’t have to."
the heat between you hadn’t subsided, not even hours later. after you’d both succumbed to the intimacy of the moment, the call lingered on, neither of you willing to let go of the connection you’d found. Shoto’s voice, once playful and teasing, had softened, carrying a warmth that made your heart ache in the best way.
"are you still thinking about it?" he asked, his voice low and intimate.
"about what?" you teased, though the flush in your cheeks betrayed you.
"don’t play coy," he murmured. "you know exactly what."
your lips curved into a smile as you leaned back in your chair, feeling the warmth of the screen light on your skin. "maybe I am," you admitted, your voice soft but honest.
"good," he replied, the smirk audible in his tone. "because I can’t stop thinking about it either. about you."
the weight of his words settled over you, sending a thrill through your chest. for so long, the playful banter between you had felt safe, like a dance you both knew the steps to. but now, it was different - real, raw, and impossible to ignore.
"you know," he began, a hint of hesitation creeping into his voice, "i’ve been thinking about seeing you. for real."
your breath caught, your heart skipping a beat as his words hung in the air. "you mean…?"
"in person," he clarified, his tone firmer now. "I want to meet you, y/n. I want to see your face, hear your voice without a mic, hold you..."
the vulnerability in his voice made your chest tighten, and you felt a soft, giddy smile spread across your lips. "Shoto," you murmured, your voice tinged with affection. "i’d like that."
"yeah?" he asked, the excitement in his tone unmistakable.
"yeah," you replied, your heart racing at the mere thought.
the idea took root between you, growing more tangible with every passing minute. plans began to form - a weekend, a city, a quiet, private space where the two of you could finally let the tension between you reach its peak.
the hotel room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning. you stood near the window, your heart pounding in your chest as you stared out at the city skyline. you’d arrived an hour ago, nerves buzzing in your veins as you waited for the knock on the door.
when it finally came, your breath caught, and you hesitated for a moment before crossing the room. your hand trembled slightly as you reached for the handle, the weight of everything leading up to this moment pressing down on you.
and then, you opened the door.
Shoto stood there, looking every bit as handsome as you’d imagined. his hair was slightly tousled, his dark eyes warm and intense as they met yours. for a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence stretching between you as you took each other in.
"hi.." he said finally, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it.
"hi.." you replied, your lips curving into a shy smile.
without another word, he stepped forward, his arms wrapping around you in a firm, grounding embrace. the scent of him - clean, warm, undeniably him - filled your senses, and you melted against him, your nerves easing as you felt the solid weight of his body against yours.
"you’re real…" he murmured, his breath warm against your ear.
"so are you…" you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
when he pulled back, his hands lingered on your waist, his gaze searching yours as if to confirm that this moment wasn’t just a dream. slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tentative, gentle kiss.
it started soft, testing, but the heat between you ignited quickly. his hands slid up to cup your face, tilting your head to deepen the kiss as his tongue teased against yours. a soft whimper escaped your lips, and he groaned in response, his fingers tightening against your skin.
"do you have any idea how long i’ve wanted to do this?" he murmured against your lips, his voice rough with restraint.
"show me…" you whispered, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer.
he didn’t need to be told twice. his lips trailed down your jaw, pressing heated kisses along the curve of your neck as his hands roamed your body, exploring every inch of you he could reach. when his teeth scraped lightly against your skin, you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders.
"fuck-" he muttered, his breath hot against your neck. "you’re even more perfect than I imagined."
your knees buckled at his words, and he guided you back toward the bed, his body pressing you down against the cool sheets. his hands slipped beneath your shirt, the warmth of his palms sending shivers through you as he slid the fabric up and over your head.
"you’re beautiful," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of you.
heat rushed to your cheeks, but before you could respond, his lips were on yours again, hungry and demanding. his hands traced the curves of your body, his touch igniting a fire that burned through every inch of you.
when his lips trailed lower, leaving a path of wet kisses down your chest and stomach, you arched into him, your breath coming in soft, desperate gasps. the sensation of his hands and mouth on your skin was overwhelming, and the air between you was thick with anticipation, every small movement charged with electricity. Shoto's hands slid over your skin with deliberate care, his touch both firm and gentle, as if he were memorizing every curve and line of your body. his lips trailed over the soft skin of your neck, pausing to nip and suck, leaving purple and red marks that sent shivers through you.
"you're so sensitive…" he murmured against your skin, his voice filled with wonder and desire. "every little sound you make is driving me crazy."
your fingers tangled in his dark hair, tugging gently as you arched beneath him, your breaths coming in soft, uneven gasps. "you’re one to talk," you whispered, your voice trembling but teasing. "I can feel how much you want this."
a low groan escaped him at your words, and his hips pressed against yours, his erection evident even through the layers of clothing still between you. "you have no idea…" he muttered, his tone rough with restraint.
you reached for the hem of his shirt, your fingers brushing over the warm skin of his stomach as you tugged it upward. he helped you, pulling it off in one swift motion before leaning back over you, his bare chest pressing against yours. the heat of his skin against yours made your breath hitch, and you ran your hands over his shoulders, down his back, savoring the feel of him beneath your fingertips.
"god you’re beautiful…" he muttered, his lips brushing against your collarbone as his hands slid down to your hips. he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, his gaze meeting yours as he slowly began to tug them down. "can I?"
you nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as you lifted your hips to help him. his eyes darkened as the fabric slid away, leaving you in just your underwear. his hands roamed over your thighs, his touch both reverent and possessive, as if he couldn't get enough of you.
"god, y/n…" he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
the way he looked at you - like you were the only thing that mattered - made your cheeks flush, but the heat between your thighs demanded more. you reached for him, your hands moving to the button of his jeans, and he let out a sharp breath as you undid them, sliding them down his hips.
when he was finally as bare as you, he leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. the weight of him pressed against you, his hard length evident even through his boxers, and you couldn't help but let out a soft whimper as your hips shifted instinctively toward him.
"patience," he murmured against your lips, his voice teasing but strained. "I want to take my time with you."
his words sent a shiver through you, and he began a slow exploration of your body, his lips and hands tracing every inch of you. his mouth found the sensitive peaks of your chest, his tongue flicking over one of your nipples before moving to the other, his hand kneading the soft flesh as he sucked gently on the skin.
"Shoto..!" you gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders as your body arched into him.
"that's it…" he murmured against you, his voice like a command. "let me hear you."
his lips trailed lower, leaving a path of kisses down your stomach, and when his tongue flicked out to tease the sensitive skin just around your still-clothed pussy, you let out a soft cry, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you.
"you're so wet," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. "is this all for me?"
"yes…" you whispered, your voice trembling with need. "only for you."
his eyes flicked up to meet yours, and the intensity in his gaze sent a wave of heat crashing over you. "good," he said softly, his breath warm against your skin. "because i’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name."
as he hears the soft whimpers you let put Shoto quikly drops his head down between your thighs. you let out a breathy sigh as he licks along your thigh, forming small, purple marks.
your head falls back against the pillow as Shoto drags open mouthed kisses up your thigh to your pussy, eyelids heavy and lips parting. you gasp, feeling his tongue sweep along your folds, almost teasing.
your fingers twist the sheets beneath you, back arching up off the bed as your hips jerk when Shoto sucks on your clit, his teeth grazing it just enough to let a shock run through your body.
he moans against you, not specifically loud, but obscene as one of your hands fly from the bed to his hair, tugging lightly at it.
you can feel the way he whimpers against you at your tugging, however he doesn’t look up at you, too focused on his tongue inside of you and the almost euphoric taste you bare. your thighs tighten around his head and you look down at him, your eyes half-lidded and bottom lip tugged into your mouth as you tug harder on his hair.
“fuck…” you breathe out, eyes widening slightly when you notice Shoto grinding his hips against the bed, desperate and erratic, trying to get himself off.
the sight alone sends a shock through your body, a loud moan escaping your throat as you push his head further into you, your lashes fluttering and thighs trembling on either side of his head.
as he sucks on your clit your hips instinctively jerk up to grind harder against his face. you squirm as his tongue drags in and out of your pussy repeatedly, your moans turning almost pornographic.
your vision feels blurry and your thigh muscles burn as his tongue fucks you closer and closer to release.
you try to nudge him, letting him know that you’re close. the lewd sounds of your moans, the sloppy sound of his tongue driving itself in and out of you, flicking over your clit, as well as the creaking of the bed, it’s all too much for you. you can’t keep this up. you fail to notice how your warning comes out as a garbled slur of incomprehensible words.
your entire body spasms when you cum, thrashing in his hold, your free hand flying up to grab the pillow behind your head as you cry out.
“ahh!! Shoto~!”
as you come down from your high you realize that he must have cum too, as you can feel the way his hips still against the bed, and you distantly hear the moans muffled against your pussy
‘god, he’s shameless,’ you think again as you lay limp against the bed, reeling from your intense orgasm, completely forgetting about how you had sounded the same, if not worse, mere seconds ago.
"are you good?" he asked softly, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath.
"more than okay…" you replied, your voice still breathless, and as you lay tangled together, your breaths evening out and your bodies still pressed close, you knew that this was only the beginning of something far deeper - a connection that neither of you would ever let go of.
a little thing that i had in my drafts for awhile.. finally got around to finishing it! will be cross-posting on ao3 as well, so if that platform is more your style, it’ll be there soon!
content warning ahead! this work is 18+, minors dni!
“Oh, that’s it,” Hex groans, his fingers flexing as he holds your hair back and away from your face. You were currently sat in front of him, on your knees, with the tip of his cock in your mouth. Your lips are wrapped around the head, gently sucking on it and peering up at him through your lashes, looking all too innocent in comparison to the absolutely sinful things you were doing. “And you say you’ve never done this before.. but that tongue of yours? God,” he breathes out, his piercing gaze locked on you with lust blown pupils.
You can only hum around his length, kitten-licking the slit before tentatively pulling away to speak. “I really haven’t.. but I’m happy you’re feeling good..,” you murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to his tip, the action making him shudder. “I’m more than feeling good, angel. But how about you? Think you can take more of me?” He asks then, the words making you bite your bottom lip, to which he quickly uses his free hand to coax it from your teeth with a smile. “Easy, baby. No biting.”
You nod, returning his smile and allowing your eyes to flicker down to his cock, admiring the look of it for just a moment. He was so fucking hard, it made you salivate. A vein ran along the underside from the base to the head, and you couldn’t help but feel the urge to run your tongue along it to see how he’d react. However, that was far too ambitious for you at the moment. He noticed the slight hesitancy in your movements, the way you licked your lips as you stared at his length, the action seeming like it happened subconsciously.
“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” His voice pulls you out of your brief haze, your brows quirking as you look back up at him with half-lidded eyes. “Mmm… Wanna taste you. I’m ready to take more,” you respond eagerly, bouncing a little bit on your thighs while your hands absently gripped at your chest, toying with your nipples through your shirt every so often. You can see the way his lashes flutter at your words, a low groan rumbling from his chest. “Yeah? Think your pretty throat can handle this?” Hex says, gripping himself at the base and tapping the head of his cock against your parted lips. You nod, your tongue darting out to lick at it in return.
“Fuck,” he groans, his fingers momentarily tightening their grip in your hair, delivering a delicious sting to your scalp that practically has you purring. “Open wide for me, baby,” he murmurs then, his free hand drifting down to grip your jaw and gently squeezing the sides of it, your mouth opening almost involuntarily with the motion. Of course, this was what you wanted. He bites his lip as he slides his cock into your mouth, slowly, a low grunt leaving his lips as he watches his length disappear down into your throat. He stops halfway, tapping your cheek gently. “Good? You can keep going, baby?” He asks softly. You nod, relaxing the best you can to take him fully, your lips stretched wide to accommodate the size of his girth.
Hex curses under his breath as he continues to slide into your mouth, the warm wetness of your throat slowly enveloping his cock nearly has him throwing all caution to the wind and bucking his hips forward, but somehow he’s able to restrain himself. He’s teaching you a lesson, after all. He can feel the way your throat instinctively constricts around the intrusion, “Relax. Breathe through your nose, try not to gag.” His reminder has you sputtering for a moment before you’re trying your best to relax your throat, doing as he says and desperately trying to ignore the urge to choke.
He smiles at your efforts, his grip loosening in your hair and instead giving you an affectionate headpat, almost as though he was trying to offer you some sort of distraction from the large size of his cock in your mouth. “You’re doing so well, angel. I see those pretty little tears.. but you’re doing so, so well,” he mutters, his nails now gently scratching at your scalp. You swallow around his length, the feeling pulling a soft groan from him as you gaze up at him with watery eyes that have him cooing at you. “Oh, darling. Look at you. So pretty like this..,” he whispers, the praise making you let out a muffled whimper. The sound sends a vibration through him, a shiver going down his spine as he groans again.
Slowly but steadily, and after he checks to make sure that you’re still doing okay, he tightens the grip he has in your hair and begins moving your head back and forth. “Fuck,” he hisses through gritted teeth, throwing his head back at the way your throat tightens around him a little, squeezing his cock so deliciously as you take nearly the entirety of his length. “You’re so good at that, baby..,” he whispers, and you hum in response, the sound sending vibrations throughout his body that have him groaning and bucking his hips forward. Hex bites his lip when he hears you gag, but he can’t slow down now, not when the warm, wet cavern of your throat feels so fucking good wrapped around him. “I know, baby, I know.. just take it for me..,” he murmurs, continuing to gaze down at you with hooded eyes as he fucks your mouth.
You hollow out your cheeks as you suck, tears beginning to spill from your eyes and down your face, but you didn’t pay it any attention—your focus now was on making him feel good. His movements speed up a little bit, his moans becoming more frequent and high pitched, the muscles of his thighs and abdomen rippling as he gets close to finishing. “God, fuck. Baby, I’m.. I’m gonna cum.. please, can I—,” before he’s even done speaking, you’re nodding the best you can with his cock down your throat, staring up at him with bleary, tear-filled eyes, and the sight has him shoving his length the furthest it’s been one last time, his mouth dropping open with a long, drawn out moan as his release fills your mouth. You have no choice but to swallow it, taking all he has to give you before you drag your tongue up the underside as you pull off with a pop!
He’s panting heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he rides out his high, his head resting back against the chair he’d sat on to start this whole thing. “Goddamn,” he breathes, the hand he has in your hair going completely lax as he comes down from his orgasm, peering down at you with a half-lidded gaze and thinly veiled desire swirling in his eyes. You can only smile up at him and give him a hopeful look, your voice a little hoarse the next time you speak. “Was I good?” you ask, and the question has him scoffing and shaking his head playfully. “Baby, you were perfect. Passed my class with flying colors,” he murmurs, his hand drifting down to cup your jaw and run his thumb over your cheek. You lean into the touch with a hum, your eyes fluttering shut as a soft sigh of relief leaves your lips. The last things you hear before being thrown onto his bed is his low chuckle, his words sending a thrill of pleasure and anticipation through you.
“Now it’s your turn. Let’s make another mess, yeah?”
Author's note: Shu Yamino brainrot go brrrr.... this is just fucking filth, absolute filth. Might be slightly ooc dude I spent like hours on this shit lord help me
Summary: Your boyfriend is streaming and you're sitting on his leg. Rubbing circles on your inner thigh as he played, and your thoughts begin to wander down a... naughty path....
Contains: grinding, overstimulation/edging, the sorcerer plays with your pussy while HES LIVE, praising/degrading, Dom Shu and all that juicy shit
DNI or not idgaf 💥 Shu Yamino x f!reader
You can hear your boyfriend's voice from the other side of the wall of your room. Is it strange that you were pressed up against the wall for the duration of Shu's stream, listening to every word he said? You suppose you were just madly in love with the Sorcerer. (No, more like you were utterly infatuated with him.)
"...put this here and you'll- oh! I got it!" Shu exclaims, excitement in his tone. You smile at his exclamation and suppress a giggle. Suddenly, you really wished you were in the same room as him. He wouldn't mind if you snuck in and just chilled with him, right?
In your favorite colored socks, you slid out your room and in front of Shu's door. Wrapping your hand around the knob cautiously, you slowly turn it. You open the door just a crack, peering inside to see the computer illuminate the room. With his headphones on, he didn't hear you approach behind him with tippy toes.
You bite your lip, hiding a grin. You reach out towards Shu's ear, tickling the shell of his ear with a brush of your fingertips. He absent-mindedly itches it and you smile. You decide to watch him for a few minutes.
"How long are you going to stare and not say anything?" Shu says out of the blue, and you see from the reflection of his PC a small smirk.
You blink. "How long did you know I was here?"
"Since you walked in."
You chuckle, leaning down to his left. He glances at you for a second before returning his gaze to the screen. "Yeah guys, it's my girlfriend. She came to visit."
"Hey everyone!" You wave at the screen with a laugh. "Just coming to check on my beloved Shu."
Shu's lips quirk up. "You're so sweet."
His attention goes back to the game and you just stand there, a bit awkwardly honestly. He talks about the game or responds to chat. You drop to your knees, ducking underneath Shu's arm and crawling into his lap, facing the screen, with a huff.
"Babe," Shu mumbles as you turn your head and start burying your face into his neck. "Is something wrong?"
"Mmno," you hum, pressing a light kiss to his jaw. You can feel the skin heat up from the contact.
"Alright," he murmurs, one hand off the keyboard now to rub circles onto your inner thigh. You practically purr from the touch, continuing to kiss down his neck affectionately.
Shu continues his live, playing his video game and interacting with his viewers who were screaming and being absolute insane shippers in the chat. It seemed so domestic. A little too domestic. Too much of a cuddly atmosphere for your taste at the moment.
An idea pops into your head and you smirk against his skin. Let's see good Shu is with multi-tasking, hmm? how focused he can be without breaking...
You wiggle around, casually rubbing your ass against his crotch. You hear a small grunt from the sorcerer, but he says nothing. You kiss his jawline, nipping at his ear with a giggle.
"What are you-?"
You kiss him abruptly, cutting off what his question. You take his chin in your fingertips, turning his face towards you as squirm around your adored seat. You bite his lip gently and press your ass down hard onto his crotch. He gasps and you took the opportunity to slip your tongue inside his mouth.
The chat were confused, asking if Shu's model had froze. Little did they know he was trapped in a heated make-out session and he quietly groaned into the kiss. You could feel his growing erection underneath his pants and you smirk against the kiss.
Shu broke away quickly, breathing heavily with half-lidded eyes and swollen lips. "S-sorry guys, is it fixed now?" You roll your eyes playfully, catching the slight stutter and continuing to slowly grind yourself onto him. His breath hitches and you see in the corner of your eye he briefly closed his eyes.
"I'm fine, just a bit... thirsty." He adjusts himself, leaning forward so your back is pressed against his back. He whispers in your ear, "I'm streaming live, you do realize that right? do you know you can get us in trouble with your... shenanigans?"
Your fingers trails down his jaw and you smile. "That's if they catch us, right?"
His eyes darken noticeably, and he leans back in his seat. "That's what you want?"
You shrug. "Maybe, maybe not."
God, you were acting like such a fucking brat! He has to put his foot down. Shu wasn't going to let you make a mess of him in front of his viewers, nonono. Don't get it twisted, darling.
His hand slithering across your leg, Shu continues playing as if nothing happened. You shift once in a while and he had to repress a groan. Feeling the plush of your ass against his cock made him go crazy because he wasn't able to turn you around and fuck you like a animal in heat yet. Instead, he had to drag this out and make you suffer along with him.
Shu slips his hand past the waistband of the pants you were wearing and your breath (expectantly) catches. Shu chuckles low under his breath, going lower and lower before going back up again, running his nails across your stomach. This causes shivers up your spine and you wiggle impatiently.
His other hand grasps your waist, keeping you from moving. He squeezes, a way of telling you to keep still. You still, and his hand slides back down to your panties. Shu rubs small circles around your clit, and you can't help but raise your hips to chase after his touch.
But Shu instantly slaps your pussy. Hard. You almost gasp loudly but you slap your hands over your mouth. Shu goes back to rubbing your clit through the cloth, muttering quietly in your ear,
"Make a single noise and I stop. Do you understand?" You nod silently. "Good girl."
As a reward, a digit slips under the panties as massages your pussy. You bite your lip as he traces the area around the bundle of nerves that is quivering with excitement. He pinches and it takes all of your will to not whimper. Shu hums in his throat, his skilled fingers finding your clitoris quite easily. He rubs it painfully slow, enjoying the way your legs twitch. Enjoying the feel of your slick coating his fingers. How wet you are for him.
Shu lifts his fingers to his lips, licking and nearly groaning at the taste. You taste so well on his fingers. You watch him closely, squeezing your legs together and rubbing for friction. He grabs one leg and forces it open, glaring at you with lustful eyes. You make a small noise and swallow.
His hand finds your pussy once more, but this time slides a finger in. You nearly moan but you keep it inside. The sorcerer's finger dives deep inside, pumping in and out at a slow pace before shoving another finger in. His thumb traces circles on your clit and it's getting really hard not to let out noises that you're desperately trying to force inside.
The squelching of your pussy is slightly audible, but not loud enough for the audience to hear thankfully. Shu continues on, saying a couple of things here and there while biting your neck and leaving purplish-red marks behind. His fingers brush against the soft spot, the spot that makes you see stars when Shu's cock hits it just right. He curls and pumps and teases, getting you nearer and nearer to your release but never allowing you to cum.
Just as you thought he was going to finally let you cum, he stops suddenly, exclaiming about something he had just achieved. You whine, not even caring if they hear you or not.
Shu's gaze fixes itself on you and you immediately know you fucked up. He pulls his fingers away and licks them clean with no care in the world.
"What did I tell you?" Shu whispers quietly, a predatory look on his face.
You gulp. "I'm s-sorry-"
Shu stands up suddenly, causing a yelp out of you as fall forward and catch yourself, hands on the desk and your ass right up against his hard-on.
Shu curses, his hand on his headset. "Hey guys, I'm afraid I have to end the stream early today, something just happened but it'll be alright, don't worry! I'll make it up to you, Yaminions!"
He ends stream. You turn your head to look behind you. A shudder.
The sorcerer yanks your pants down, the chilled air making goosebumps form across your naked rear. He shoves his own down and his erection springs free from its confines, slapping your ass. But you can't help but feel excited for what was about to occur.
"You think this is going to go well for you?" Shu laughs darkly, his tip sliding past your folds and collecting the slick all over. He asks. "I'm going to fuck you till you pass out, you needy slut..."
"Please please!" You push back against him, and you almost felt his tip slip inside your sopping hole.
"Not so fast." His dick glides across your pussy, bumping your clit and making you whimper. A hand presses into your back, forcing you flat on the desk. Your breasts uncomfortably smushed against his keyboard and you wriggle in his grasp.
"You need to be taught a lesson, yeah?" Finally, Shu shoves his cock into you, ripping a moan out of you. He thrusts hard into you and your walls almost clamp around him. He did edge you, and you were nearly there yet again. Dragging his dick in and out of your walls slowly again and you nearly groan out of frustration. "Maybe I should edge you until you break? or should I overstimulate you until you beg me to stop?" Shu pauses to think. "The latter sounds a tad better..."
Now, with your tits flush against his keyboard, Shu rams himself into you harshly and you cum instantaneously with a loud as fuck moan. But he doesn't stop, he keeps going, harder, faster, nails digging into your waist as he pushes himself into you. With each thrust, the sorcerer seems to enter deeper and deeper, kissing that spot over and over again without fail.
"S-Shu! S-stop!" You plead, the overstimulation causing your legs to shake as your cum drips down your legs.
"Not until. im done," Shu growls, rutting into you with startling ferocity. Your walls clamp around him again, signaling you were going to cum again. He groans. "Fuck, you feel so good. Taking me like the good girl you are."
You dig into the desk, moving backward and forward as the desk repeatedly hits the wall from Shu's harsh thrusts. Tears swell in your eyes, cheeks burning and your pussy feeling as if it were on fire. Lewd noises of your wetness squelching, the intimate sound of skin slapping against each other echoes through the room. You already came three times already, while Shu only came once and showed no signs of stopping.
"Good girl, tell me, what's in this pussy of yours?" He snakes a hand around your waist, playing with you clit once more.
"N-ngh! You- your-" A moan interrupts your sentence, tears spilling down your face as you tried to scramble away from the sensation. But Shu's hold on you is too strong, especially with you beginning to weaken further.
"My what?"
"Your cock! I-i-in me!" You babble incoherently, mind turning into mush as drool falls down from your lips. "Feel so good- mm!"
"I'm the only one who makes you feel this good, yeah? Good girl, doing so well for me, m-mmhm..."
Spilling his loads into you yet again, he pauses, breathing heavy, hair clinging to his face.
tags: GENTLE MDOM RYRY 🤤 masturbation (mentioned), fingerfucking, throatfucking, no actual penis-hole segs
ao3
“I’m home~ Where are you cupcake?” Ryzar called out from the front door as he untied his shoes.
Putting them aside on the shoe rack, he headed straight to the living room to look for his lover who’d usually be doing work while watching TV on the sofa. Today, however, you were nowhere to be seen. Ryzar looked in the kitchen, the bathroom, and even your home office (which is normally empty because according to you, it’s ‘cold and lonely’), but he didn’t see you. He figured you’d be in the bedroom resting up so he headed there after checking everywhere.
He opened the door with a bright smile, excited to see you again after a hard, long, exhausting day at the gym, but what welcomed him was a sight he never imagined to see. Ryzar felt his breath stop for a moment, his heart pumping fast as if he’d just finished working out, and a tent growing on his hot, gray sweatpants.
“Is this what you were doing while I was at the gym?” Ryzar exclaimed as he covered his mouth with his hand, trying to hide his reddening face.
You jump at the voice, instinctively closing your legs with the vibrator still between them, the big, wet spot on the bed doing nothing to take your boyfriend’s attention from the sight of you masturbating.
You let out a startled squeak, “Why are you back so early!?”
Ryzar dropped his hand to his sides and pouted, “Well, I missed you… and I have to stream at 8.”
You looked away from him, scrambling to get dressed, yet to no avail as Ryzar dropped his gym bag and walked towards the bed, hovering over you, making you lay down flat on the bed.
“Can I help you? Please?”
Shivers run down your whole body, Ryzar looked at you with his pouty face yet incredibly hungry eyes and you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck for a passionate kiss.
His hands wandered around your body, he cupped your face to bring you closer into the kiss, deepening it. From your cheek, to your chest, and eventually between your legs. Ryzar harshly threw the vibrator to the floor and started to rub your hole with his middle finger, “Feels way better than any vibrator, rightttt~?” he asks as he shoves his finger inside you, curling it and hitting your G-spot whose location he knew all too well.
Ryzar continues to fingerfuck your hole as the two of you kissed, hungry, sloppy, and hot.
Like he wanted to devour you.
He broke off the kiss and bit your shoulder as he continued to fuck you with his hand, 3 fingers this time. A familiar pleasure built up on your stomach, “Ry… too much…” you managed to say through your moans and whimpers. Ryzar chuckles before kissing your forehead, “You want to cum, baby?” he asks and you nodded, he starts to go faster and you bit your lip to hold in your moans as he fingers you relentlessly.
“You’re tightening up, hah.. you might break my fingers by the way you squeeze them.” Ryzar teases as he curls his fingers up, “Please please please please please…” you desperately let out breathy pleas, he starts to pinch and rub your right nipple and kiss your face all over, “You can cum baby, let it all out on my fingers.”
You let out one loud moan as you orgasm, your eyes rolled at the back of your head and Ryzar smiled at the sight, “Good, good baby..” He leans in for another kiss as you feel yourself calm down and Ryzar takes his fingers out of you.
Ryzar kneels on the bed with you between his legs, you let out a small noise as ‘Thanks’ before sitting up and leveling with his chest, you look up at him. You’ve been eyeing his erection for a while now, I mean it’s hard not to, it’s so big after all.
He takes notice of this, smirking at you, “You want it?”
Giving him the puppy eyes, you nodded, “Mm.. I want to suck it, can I?”
His grin grows wider.
-
“Hah- God, how are you so good with your mouth?” Ryzar grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you closer, making you throat his cock. You gag on it a little and he laughs cockily, “Still not used to it, cupcake?”
You look at him with teary eyes, “Aw, look at you.. you can take it though, right?” He says as he wipes your tears and continues to fuck your mouth.
“So wet and hot.. you’re gonna make me cum soon if you keep sucking like a good pet, cupcake.”
In, out, in, out. He guides your head as he continues to use your mouth, thrusting his hips occasionally, sometimes almost falling off the edge of the bed where he sat and you kneeling on the floor in front of his cock.
“Cupcake.. cupcake.. fuck-! aahh..” Ryzar groans, he moves your head faster and you suck harder while rolling your tongue around his whole cock.
He pushes your head all the way, cutting your airways off and you start to feel lightheaded.
“Cumming.. ngh..!” His hips buckle as he came down your throat, your mouth filled with warm seed and you swallow, taking his dick out of your mouth, you show him just that.
Ryzar blushes at the sight, “Cupcakeeee.. you swallowed? Good job, I’m so proud of you. You make me so happy.” He smiles at you before picking you up and sitting you down on his lap, kissing you passionately; he even tasted himself in your mouth.
“I love you, cupcake.”
You smile softly, “Love me enough to cancel stream and fuck me all night?”
Ryzar laughs, “Well I don’t know about that… I have to go meet the Ryzawrs tonight.”
You give him a pouty face and in return, he showers you with kisses before eventually going to his office.
reader losing to a bet that they made with one of the luxiem guys...and having to wear a maid outfit...bonus points if they are forced to wear cat ears.
Yours truly "pancake SLAP"
i got a bit carried away but. pancake nonnie u genius….!!!
a confident smile shines across luca’s lips. “how about whoever loses has to wear a maid oufit?”
this question now haunted you; the beginning of a disaster filled with humiliation on your end and a fun night for your blonde-haired boyfriend.
it was a losing fight, he was already hyped up enough at the thought of beating you, but now, seeing you wear a maid outfit — something you’d never wear otherwise — only added flame to the fire.
and now here you were, huffing as you glance at yourself in the mirror, tying the outfit’s white bow around your waist nice and pretty for the idiot sitting outside. the frilly headband on your head made you inwardly cringe, dreading the thought of taking a single foot outside.
“ay, stop stalling!” of course, he knew you too well.
either way, you yanked the bedroom door open. a furious blush dusting your cheeks as you look anywhere but your boyfriend who perks up attentively from the couch.
his eyes scan you up and down with every step you make closer, a large hand lowering to play with your skirt’s frills as he mumbles, “holy shit, you look even better than i imagined, babe..”
before you can react, the same hand is swiftly moving underneath to reach your panties, expertly finding your clit and massaging it through the soaked fabric.
“luca—“ immediately, he cuts you off.
“wow, and you’re already this wet? kinda.. kinda pathetic, no?” he scoffs, and you can only blink up in surprise. luca was never one to degrade you or be anything more than a soft dom in bed, but you can’t deny that the sudden switch in your puppy boyfriend is turning you on a little.
“you’re supposed to be my nice maid today, but instead you’re just dripping all over my hand like a slut.”
sighing dramatically, luca stands up, leaving his white tee on (to your disappointment) but pulling down his gym shorts and boxers. hypocritically, his body is clearly just as riled up as yours considering the precum dripping from his tip, but you know better than to speak up on that. “on your knees. c’mon, i think you owe me.”
you gulp, fiddling with your skirt. “we should go to the bedroo—“
a harsh palm abruptly guides you down by the shoulder, your knees hitting the hard floor and mouth now face-to-face with his erection. “maids don’t talk back,” he scolds, still smirking as you look up at him defenselessly. “now suck.”
