I Love Them 🥺🥺✨

gojo + somnophilia - mdni

long fingers ghost over your hips, the dip of your waist. gojo can tell you tried to stay up for him by the abandoned mug of tea on the nightstand, and the grin that breaks out on his tired face shines through the darkness of your shared bedroom.

you’re so pretty like this, face softened in sleep, lips jutting out in a cute little pout. you always sleep on top of the covers, your limbs inevitably shirking the blankets down to your ankles. right now, you’re dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of panties. his mouth fucking waters.

he’s hard before he has time to process it.

waking you up with his mouth is one of his more frequent fantasies when he’s away from you like this, but he’s never had a chance to try it.

he noses at your pussy through your underwear and the scent of you blooms on his tongue before he’s even had a taste. he groans against you. your hips shift and he smirks; you’re always so responsive, even like this.

he spreads your thighs apart, calloused fingertips soothing over your hips.

“waited all week for this, angel.” through the fabric, he laves his tongue over your folds before sucking your clit into his mouth. he does this slowly until he hears your breath hitch. you’re starting to rouse, your eyelids flickering in sleep.

he pulls your panties to the side, soaking in the sight of you. “fuckin’ gorgeous,” he says, before delving his tongue into your pussy. you always taste so good here, so salty and sweet that he can’t help burying his face in.

“toru?” your voice is hazy with sleep even as your hips rock against his face. “oh. oh fuck, toruuuu…”

“hi baby.” he pulls away from your pussy to grin at you, chin shiny with your arousal. “she missed me, didn’t she? easy for me to tell, since she’s already cryin’ on my tongue.”

g. satoru who is a massive pervert and constantly whines for you to let him touch you all the time, even when you're both around others. you've lost count of how many times he grabs you and pulls you into his lap, his warm hands slipping under your shirt while sitting next to g. suguru, who's attention is no longer on the tv.

'he doesn't mind,' satoru always comforts you, grinning into the skin of your neck. 'sugu's my best friend, he knows i can't help but touch you, baby.'

best friend or not, that doesn't explain how you always ended up with your legs spread open wide in satoru's lap, your jeans and panties discarded somewhere on the floor as suguru kisses all over your thighs. the two of them talk like you aren't even there, as if you aren't growing wetter as each second passes.

"satoru," suguru purrs, his fingers running up and down your soft lips, parting them open to watch slick slowly drip out of you. "you must be doing something else to her. i've never seen it get wet so quickly." the way he speaks so calmly makes you dizzy. it's unfair, so fucking unfair how calm and collected suguru is when he's inches away from your pussy, those pretty purple eyes focused on it.

"yeah? 's wet?" it's also unfair how riled up it gets satoru, seeing his pretty baby getting shy because his best friend is rubbing his fingers up and down her slick folds. "she's so messy, isn't she? she's the prettiest little pussy," he coos into your ear. that gets a chuckle from suguru, his eyes finally looking at you. "always the one to talk to the pussy and not about it, aren't you, satoru?"

his fingers finally focus on your clit, rubbing little circles into it. both you and satoru look pretty from this angle, suguru notices. the pure need and shyness on your face paired with that manic desperation on satoru's...it's a perfect picture, one he wants saved forever. maybe next time you'll let him take some pictures...after all, he needs a new background for his phone.

"c'mooon, sugu...give her a kiss? c'mon, c'mon, give that cunt a kiss, tell me how sticky 'n' wet she is," satoru fucking begs, acting as if he's the one spread open and dripping. but you second the thought, giving suguru the prettiest little puppy eyes.

"anything for you, princess," he coos softly, leaning down and pressing a little kiss on your clit. it's so light you barely feel it but then he's peppering kisses on it, your wetness starting to get on his lips and making each press of his lips sticker and wetter. "s-sugu-!" before you can even beg for more, his mouth is on you. his tongue is so wet and hot on your cunt, it feels like he was drooling for you.

"does she taste good? how wet is she, suguru, c'mon, tell me, tell me how that pussy tastes, pretty please?"

"mm, satoru, it's almost as if you wanted to be between her legs."

"who wouldn't? she's so pretty, she's squirmin' so cutely, my pretty baby, my needy little mochi, her pussy's always so creamy and warm and messy, god, i miss it right now."

"shit...stop talking like that, you're gettin' me flustered, should i-"

"s-sugu, please, keep going," you so politely ask. it's unbearable how cute you are, it's taking everything in him to keep being nice, to keep treating your cunt nicely. he knows satoru is mean and practically bullies your pretty slit almost every day, but he wants to be the nice one, the one who you go to when your 'toru' is being too mean. yet, you're making it so fucking hard when you look at him with lidded eyes that beg him to be rougher with you...

but he knows he's done for when satoru whispers something in your ear that has your eyes fluttering a bit and gets a pretty little gasp from you. those gorgeous eyes—oh, do you have little tears in them too?—connect with his and he's fucked.

"s-suguuu, please," you coo to him, moving your legs to hook over his shoulders and pull him closer to the apex of your thighs. "i need your mouth on my pussy r-really bad, please don't tease me." you take a pause and squeeze your eyes shut, whining a little as satoru coos for you to keep going. "g-give my...my messy cunt attention, suguru..."

suguru shakily sighs and the next thing you know, his mouth is smushed against your pussy, his tongue hungrily swirling against your clit as his hands grab onto the fat of your thighs. he doesn't know what gojo told you in order to hear you say that, but he's silently thanking him as he messily sucks and slurps at your juicy cunt.

it's so hot, all it takes is a few swipes of his tongue and you're gushing everywhere. suguru lowers his head to dip into your hole and he moans. he missed this, missed the sweet taste of your juices on his tongue as you squirmed and moaned for him, your boyfriend's best friend.

"fuck, i-i can hear how wet she is," comes satoru's pitiful whine, his hand dipping down to swipe at your clit as suguru focused on lapping up everything that dripped out of you. "lemme help, lemme help, wanna help you get her creamy, sugu." the feeling of suguru groaning into your puffy folds has you keening, arching your back against satoru's chest. oh, he's in heaven watching you both. "yeah, you didn't know she could cream, didya? put your fingers in her, sugu, put 'em in that sticky little pussy 'n' angle up."

reluctantly pulling his mouth off you with a wet sound, suguru slips two of his fingers in you. he doesn't miss the cry of his name, but he really doesn't miss the delirious giggle and moan when he angles his fingers up, rubbing against that spongy spot.

"f-fuck, she's dripping..."

"go on, fuck her with your fingers, you know you wanna see her make a mess. make her fucking cream, suguru, get her prepped. maybe t'day she'll let you put it in...oh, based on your face, she just clenched on your fingers, yeah?"

his fingers are still swirling around your clit, his other coming down to press on your abdomen. he can hear you getting wetter, your little whimpers turning to moans as you slur their names desperately. he wants you to lose all thoughts, only able to think about him and suguru...yeah, he wants you all soft and sweet so he and his best friend can try and slip into those warm, slick walls.

"mmn...she's really creaming...god, pretty girl, can you cum for me? i wanna see you cum on my fingers. satoru, move your fingers, the poor thing needs my mouth on her."

"hmmm, suddenly you know what she needs? ehehehe, you're learninggg, suguruuuu!" if you had turned to look at satoru, you'd see the charged look in his eye, blue eyes practically glowing with insanity. his hand grabs a fistful of suguru's hair and pulls his face directly into your cunt, unable to handle any more of this. he wanted to see you cum on suguru's face.

"c'mon, c'mon, kiss it, suguru, make it messy for the both of us. mmh, fuck, listen to you making out with her pussy, s' wet and sticky, isn't it? oohmygod, both of you sound so good, she's gonna cum, sugu, she's gonna cum in your mouth...fuck, i love you both so much, can't wait to see you both fucking each other."

g. satoru who is a massive pervert and constantly whines for you to let him touch you all the time, even when you're both around others. you've lost count of how many times he grabs you and pulls you into his lap, his warm hands slipping under your shirt while sitting next to g. suguru, who's attention is no longer on the tv.

'he doesn't mind,' satoru always comforts you, grinning into the skin of your neck. 'sugu's my best friend, he knows i can't help but touch you, baby.'

best friend or not, that doesn't explain how you always ended up with your legs spread open wide in satoru's lap, your jeans and panties discarded somewhere on the floor as suguru kisses all over your thighs. the two of them talk like you aren't even there, as if you aren't growing wetter as each second passes.

"satoru," suguru purrs, his fingers running up and down your soft lips, parting them open to watch slick slowly drip out of you. "you must be doing something else to her. i've never seen it get wet so quickly." the way he speaks so calmly makes you dizzy. it's unfair, so fucking unfair how calm and collected suguru is when he's inches away from your pussy, those pretty purple eyes focused on it.

"yeah? 's wet?" it's also unfair how riled up it gets satoru, seeing his pretty baby getting shy because his best friend is rubbing his fingers up and down her slick folds. "she's so messy, isn't she? she's the prettiest little pussy," he coos into your ear. that gets a chuckle from suguru, his eyes finally looking at you. "always the one to talk to the pussy and not about it, aren't you, satoru?"

his fingers finally focus on your clit, rubbing little circles into it. both you and satoru look pretty from this angle, suguru notices. the pure need and shyness on your face paired with that manic desperation on satoru's...it's a perfect picture, one he wants saved forever. maybe next time you'll let him take some pictures...after all, he needs a new background for his phone.

"c'mooon, sugu...give her a kiss? c'mon, c'mon, give that cunt a kiss, tell me how sticky 'n' wet she is," satoru fucking begs, acting as if he's the one spread open and dripping. but you second the thought, giving suguru the prettiest little puppy eyes.

"anything for you, princess," he coos softly, leaning down and pressing a little kiss on your clit. it's so light you barely feel it but then he's peppering kisses on it, your wetness starting to get on his lips and making each press of his lips sticker and wetter. "s-sugu-!" before you can even beg for more, his mouth is on you. his tongue is so wet and hot on your cunt, it feels like he was drooling for you.

"does she taste good? how wet is she, suguru, c'mon, tell me, tell me how that pussy tastes, pretty please?"

"mm, satoru, it's almost as if you wanted to be between her legs."

"who wouldn't? she's so pretty, she's squirmin' so cutely, my pretty baby, my needy little mochi, her pussy's always so creamy and warm and messy, god, i miss it right now."

"shit...stop talking like that, you're gettin' me flustered, should i-"

"s-sugu, please, keep going," you so politely ask. it's unbearable how cute you are, it's taking everything in him to keep being nice, to keep treating your cunt nicely. he knows satoru is mean and practically bullies your pretty slit almost every day, but he wants to be the nice one, the one who you go to when your 'toru' is being too mean. yet, you're making it so fucking hard when you look at him with lidded eyes that beg him to be rougher with you...

but he knows he's done for when satoru whispers something in your ear that has your eyes fluttering a bit and gets a pretty little gasp from you. those gorgeous eyes—oh, do you have little tears in them too?—connect with his and he's fucked.

"s-suguuu, please," you coo to him, moving your legs to hook over his shoulders and pull him closer to the apex of your thighs. "i need your mouth on my pussy r-really bad, please don't tease me." you take a pause and squeeze your eyes shut, whining a little as satoru coos for you to keep going. "g-give my...my messy cunt attention, suguru..."

suguru shakily sighs and the next thing you know, his mouth is smushed against your pussy, his tongue hungrily swirling against your clit as his hands grab onto the fat of your thighs. he doesn't know what gojo told you in order to hear you say that, but he's silently thanking him as he messily sucks and slurps at your juicy cunt.

it's so hot, all it takes is a few swipes of his tongue and you're gushing everywhere. suguru lowers his head to dip into your hole and he moans. he missed this, missed the sweet taste of your juices on his tongue as you squirmed and moaned for him, your boyfriend's best friend.

"fuck, i-i can hear how wet she is," comes satoru's pitiful whine, his hand dipping down to swipe at your clit as suguru focused on lapping up everything that dripped out of you. "lemme help, lemme help, wanna help you get her creamy, sugu." the feeling of suguru groaning into your puffy folds has you keening, arching your back against satoru's chest. oh, he's in heaven watching you both. "yeah, you didn't know she could cream, didya? put your fingers in her, sugu, put 'em in that sticky little pussy 'n' angle up."

reluctantly pulling his mouth off you with a wet sound, suguru slips two of his fingers in you. he doesn't miss the cry of his name, but he really doesn't miss the delirious giggle and moan when he angles his fingers up, rubbing against that spongy spot.

"f-fuck, she's dripping..."

"go on, fuck her with your fingers, you know you wanna see her make a mess. make her fucking cream, suguru, get her prepped. maybe t'day she'll let you put it in...oh, based on your face, she just clenched on your fingers, yeah?"

his fingers are still swirling around your clit, his other coming down to press on your abdomen. he can hear you getting wetter, your little whimpers turning to moans as you slur their names desperately. he wants you to lose all thoughts, only able to think about him and suguru...yeah, he wants you all soft and sweet so he and his best friend can try and slip into those warm, slick walls.

"mmn...she's really creaming...god, pretty girl, can you cum for me? i wanna see you cum on my fingers. satoru, move your fingers, the poor thing needs my mouth on her."

"hmmm, suddenly you know what she needs? ehehehe, you're learninggg, suguruuuu!" if you had turned to look at satoru, you'd see the charged look in his eye, blue eyes practically glowing with insanity. his hand grabs a fistful of suguru's hair and pulls his face directly into your cunt, unable to handle any more of this. he wanted to see you cum on suguru's face.

"c'mon, c'mon, kiss it, suguru, make it messy for the both of us. mmh, fuck, listen to you making out with her pussy, s' wet and sticky, isn't it? oohmygod, both of you sound so good, she's gonna cum, sugu, she's gonna cum in your mouth...fuck, i love you both so much, can't wait to see you both fucking each other."

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

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featuring : gojo satoru, geto suguru, kento nanami, choso kamo, toji fushiguro & ryomen sukuna x f!reader ── mdni

​ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ⭑.ᐟ

early morning gifts on his birthday

he can't control it when you wear cute lingeries for him

teasing your wet folds

his favourite treat for sundays

ɢᴇᴛᴏ ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ​ ⭑.ᐟ

he's your new roommate

showering with you

he fucks you against the bathroom's glass door

he's horny but everyone's asleep

ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ​⭑.ᐟ

his way to end a boring college day

his obsession with you uniform

skirts on your ass is all he wants

doing it in the men's washroom

ᴄʜᴏꜱᴏ ᴋᴀᴍᴏ ⭑.ᐟ

he's too fond of your fishnets

his evening snack is you

making your back arc like crazy

obsession with your tits

ᴛᴏᴊɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ​⭑.ᐟ

he enjoys filling you up in his gym

he's a big fan of your new active-wear

spanking that horny ass while fucking

after gym scenes

ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ⭑.ᐟ

he loves fucking you doggy at parties

he can't wait to get home after a party

his new obsession is you facesitting on him

sex in car cuz he's got a boner he can't control

Kinktober Day 9 - Edging with Choso

contains: nsfw content: (mdni), anypov, handjob, oral (reader giving), edging, orgasm denial, submissive choso ˚₊‧ for more kinktober here - wc: 3k

a/n: first time writing a submissive man so it's new to me + to ensure i posted this today, i had to get rid of the first part and go right into the smut but essentially he was needy and interrupted your night because of it and you're not too happy

"Please-" Choso’s voice was trembling, promising to crack as he fell to his knees before you, his forehead pressed against your stomach. His hands dug into your hips hard, as though he might have thought you would slip away at any moment, his need palpable in every touch. “I’ll do anything—just please, I need to feel you.”

His desperate plea sent a thrill through you, but you kept your expression firm, determined to make him wait. You threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging his head back gently so his eyes met yours.

“You’ll do anything?” you murmured, your voice soft but laced with authority.

He nodded wildly, eyes wide and dark with lust, "Anything-Please."

You looked down at him for a moment, savouring the power you held over him, how he trembled at your feet, willing to do whatever it took to get what he wanted.

"Fine," you said finally, releasing his hair to step back. "Get on the bed."

Choso scrambled to his feet, almost falling over as he rushed to it. He let out a breath as he flung himself onto the bed-falling back with his eyes fixed on you, his chest rising and falling rapidly while he waited for your next move.

You followed slowly, taking your time as you settled beside him. His hands immediately reached for you, but you caught his wrists, pushing them away gently as you shook your head.

"No touching," you said stoutly, narrowing your eyes. "Not yet. I'm still mad at you." 

You traced your fingers lightly down his chest, watching the way his breath hitched, his muscles tensing up under your touch. He whined, looking like a dejected puppy but pulled his hands back nevertheless.

"God, please…", Choso's voice was torn and barely hanging on. "Please, don't tease me. I’m so sorry-”

“You did this to yourself,” you reminded him coolly, your fingers barely grazing the waistband of his pants. His hips jerked up instinctively, searching for more contact, but you pulled away just as quickly, drawing a tortured groan from him.

“Please,” he whimpered again, hands fisting the sheets as he fought to stay still. “I can’t take it.”

“You can,” you whispered,“And you will.”

Choso shuddered at your words, his hands gripping the sheets even tighter as you trailed your hand lower, teasingly brushing against his erection through the fabric of his pants. He let out a broken moan, head falling back against the pillows, completely at your mercy.

You kept your touch feather-light, teasing him with just enough pressure to remind him how close he was, but not enough to give him any real relief. Every time your fingers grazed over the ache between his legs, it left him on the verge of breaking, his need growing with every second of your restraint.

Leaning down, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips before pulling back, your eyes locking with his. “I want you to remember this the next time you can’t control yourself in public,” you whispered, your voice laced with amusement as your fingers barely brushed over his clothed erection again.

Choso's breath hitched sharply at your touch, a desperate whimper escaping his lips. He instinctively bucked his hips into your hand, searching for more, but you pulled away just as quickly, leaving him yearning for the friction he craved so desperately.

"Ah, fuck, please." he breathed, his voice tight with desperation. His fists clenched into the bedsheets, the knuckles going white as he struggled still to remain still-to fight off the powerful urge begging him to reach out and drag you nearer.

The anticipation in his gaze couldn't have been mistaken. His pupils blown wide with lust, his chest heaved as his breathing was ragged. He looked absolutely wrecked, sprawled out beneath you, his skin flushed and slick with a light sheen of sweat-utterly at your mercy and you hadn’t even started.

You leaned down again, pressing a teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth as the shudder ran through him. Your hand slid lower, cupping him through the fabric of his pants, and he twitched hard against your palm, aching for your touch.

Choso let out a choked moan, hips jerking up of their own accord in an attempt to force more contact. "Yes, fuck, please. I need it. I need you. I'll do anything, just please touch me," he begged, raw desperation in his voice.

A smirk pulled at your lips as you revelled in the power over him. Seeing him like this-desperate, needy, and completely undone-was intoxicating in a way you couldn't deny.

"Since you asked so nicely." you purred, your fingers taking their sweet time to pull down his sweats. His eyes widened as his entire body stiffened in anticipation. You slipped your hand inside his boxers, sliding your fingers around his throbbing length and pulling his cock free.

He let out a deep, guttural groan, his head falling back against the pillows, completely lost to the sensation of finally being touched.

"Fuck, yes..." Choso breathes, his voice shaky as his hips twitch up into your hand, chasing the friction your touch offers.

You begin stroking him slowly, your grip firm but deliberately not too tight. His cock pulses in your hand, the velvety skin hot and smooth beneath your fingers. Pre-cum beads at the tip, and you use your thumb to smear it across, making his shaft glisten under the soft light.

Your pace remains teasing, every movement feather-light, dragging out his need. Choso whimpers beneath you, his body writhing, hips lifting off the bed in an attempt to get more pressure, more of the pleasure he’s aching for. But you keep him in check, maintaining the maddeningly slow pace, determined to drive him wild.

"Fuck, your hand feels so good," he pants, his voice strained, the sound thick with desperation. His abs flex with every ragged breath, muscles jumping as his body responds to your agonisingly slow strokes. You can feel the way he throbs in your grip—hot, hard, and on edge, just waiting for more.

Leaning down, you trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and down the curve of his neck, your teeth grazing and sucking at the sensitive skin. Choso keens, his fingers instinctively tangling in your hair, tugging you closer as his body shudders beneath your touch.

"Please, I need more," he begs, his voice wrecked, already on the verge, and you haven’t even fully started. A dark chuckle escapes your lips against his throat, the vibration making him tremble in response.

"Patience, baby."

You speed up your strokes just slightly, twisting your wrist on the upstroke, knowing exactly how that little twist drives him insane. Choso cries out, his back arching off the bed, his thighs trembling beneath you as he tightens, so close. You feel the tension build in his body, his breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps as his balls draw up tight.

"Shit, I’m gonna... fuck, I’m close already," he groans, his voice high and tight, on the verge of breaking. But just as he teeters on the edge of release, you slow your hand again, pulling him back from the brink just in time.

"Please don’t stop—" Choso whines, his whole body shaking with the effort of holding back the orgasm he so desperately craves. You smirk, gripping him from base to tip, watching the desperation pour off him in waves, completely at your mercy.

Choso's whole body is shaking with effort of restraint, muscles rigid and tensed in his struggle to remain in control. A fine sheen of sweat slicks over his flushed skin, chest rising and falling with every disjointed breath. His cock pulses in your hand, swollen at the tip and leaking steadily with his restraint.

Your touch remains a maddening blend of pleasure and denial, every stroke measured just right to keep him teetering on the edge without giving him what he so desperately needs. 

Choso's eyes are screwed shut, his face twisted up in an almost agonised expression, practically panting with beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. His whole body had gone taut, every muscle rigid under the smothering tension surging through him.

"Please, please, please" he's mumbling low under his breath, voice husky with need. You can feel his cock throbbing in your hand, his body telling you he's close again but you're not ready to give it to him.

"Not yet," you whisper, the words low as you lean in to nip at his earlobe. The sensation sends him into a shudder; he lets out a strangled moan, his hips jerking upward in a futile attempt to get more than you’re offering. But you hold him steady, keeping him firmly under your control.

You finally release your grip on his throbbing cock, and Choso’s eyes flutter open, watching you with a mix of hope and fear. He’s so desperate, so close, but when he opens his mouth to beg again, you silence him with a slow, teasing kiss. Your tongue flicks out to taste the salty sweat on his skin, making him tremble even more.

Your lips trail lower, down his chest, until you’re kneeling between his spread thighs. His breath catches as you hover over his cock, your breath ghosting across the sensitive, swollen head. Choso lets out a shaky exhale, his hands fisting in the sheets, watching with wide, needy eyes as you lower your lips to him.

You take him into your mouth, your tongue swirling gently around the tip, savouring this moment. A deep, desperate moan escapes his lips, but you keep a hand on his stomach, silently telling him to stay, refusing to let him take control. You keep your pace slow, your lips wrapping snugly around him, teasing the sensitive slit with your tongue.

"Fuck, yes," Choso groans, his voice trembling as you suck him deeper. You can feel him stretch your throat as you take him further, your tongue tracing the veins along the underside of his cock, making him shudder beneath you.

You pull back, leaving him slick and glistening with saliva. Choso's head rolls back, his chest rising and falling with each shaky breath. His cock pulses in your hand-the veins standing out, throbbing with his need for release.

You smile up at him for a moment before sliding back down and taking him into your mouth again, sucking with just enough force to keep him right on the edge. His body goes rigid, his hands clenching the sheets so tight, his cock twitching between your lips as you control the rhythm, keeping him dangling on the brink of pleasure.

As you continue to tease Choso with your mouth, you feel him getting close again—his thighs trembling, his cock pulsing urgently against your tongue. Just as he teeters on the brink of release, you pull back, releasing him with a soft, deliberate ‘pop.’ The frustrated whine that escapes him is immediate.

“Fuck, why did you stop?" he pants, his voice strained and shaking with need. His eyes are wide and pleading, wordlessly begging you for the release he's been chasing all night.

You smirk smugly, your tongue sweeping over your lips. "Because I can," you reply, your voice teasing.

Choso's body is a mess of desperate twitches and jerks, his hips rocking forward in a futile attempt to guide himself deeper into your mouth. His skin is sheened with sweat, and his whimpers grow more frantic, more needy with every passing second. You can feel him growing more sensitive with each pulse of his cock against your tongue more intense than the last.

He's so close now, his breathing catching in his throat as his entire body tenses, almost as though bracing for the release you keep pulling just out of reach.

"Please—" he whimpers, voice cracking under the weight of desperation. "Please, I can't—

But you don't let up. You just keep teasing him, your mouth working him, balancing him precariously over the edge of release without pushing him over. Each time he gets close, his body locking up with anticipation, you pull back far enough to let him be denied again. His frustration mounts, and so do his desperate, whining pleas.

Choso's whimpers grow louder, more insistent-raw with need. You can see it in the tight lines of his face, his muscles quivering with tension in the ongoing fight against denial.

"Fuck, please, I need-" he gasps, strain breaking his voice to barely coherent. He's at his limit.

You wrap your hand around his throbbing shaft, stroking him slowly, deliberately. “What do you need, baby?” you purr, your voice low and taunting as you watch him unravel beneath you.

“I need to come,” Choso whimpers, his eyes squeezed shut, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back. “I’m so fucking close, please—”

You tighten your grip around him, twisting your wrist just the way you know drives him wild. His cry is immediate, his back arching off the bed as his cock pulses desperately in your hand, the veins standing out in stark relief. He’s on the verge of breaking, so close to surrendering to the pleasure you’ve been teasing him with all night.

"Look at me," you command, your voice steady and firm. Choso’s eyes flutter open, hazy with lust and desperation. When they meet yours, they are pleading, full of raw need.

"Please," he gasps, his hips twitching up into your hand, chasing the friction you’re cruelly denying him. "I can’t take it anymore. I need to come so bad it hurts."

You feel him throbbing in your palm, every pulse a testament to how close he is, teetering on the edge of release. He's completely undone, radiating desperation in waves that crash against you.

"Are you sorry for ruining my dinner with my friends?" you ask, your tone deceptively calm.

For a moment, Choso blinks up at you in confusion, his brow furrowing. Then realisation hits and his eyes widen- panic and pleading blending into one frantic expression. He nods, vigorously- wide, begging eyes that never leave yours. "Yes, yes, I'm sorry," he gasps out, words tumbling from his lips in short desperate bursts. "I'm so fucking sorry, please-"

He's a mess beneath you, completely destroyed-his skin flushed, slick with sweat, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. His cock is throbbing in your grip, the tip an angry shade, leaking uncontrollably as he teeters on the edge of oblivion.

"I didn't mean to- fuck, I swear I didn’t mean to ruin your night. I was just so fucking horny, I- I couldn't help myself. Please, let me come. I'll do anything-just please-"

His voice cracks, a sob welling in his throat, while his body quivers with the effort of withholding the release he so desperately needs. His hands fist the sheets, his knuckles white as his whole body becomes one massive bundle of tension in his trying to comply with your orders.

He's gorgeous like this: utterly destroyed, laid out beneath you, completely at your mercy. The knowledge of the power you have over him in this instant is an intoxicating feeling-the knowledgeable rush that gives the tingle down the spine. You could do anything to him like this, keep him on his brink, forever if you wanted.

Finally, you give in, your thumb rubbing over the swollen head, coaxing a drop of precum from the tip. Choso lets out a shuddering breath, his eyes closing as he leans into your touch.

"I forgive you," you murmur, leaning down to press a tender kiss to his lips. He moans into the kiss, his body arching up into yours, his cock jerking in your hand.

You pick up the pace of your strokes, watching as his eyes flutter open, his gaze hazy with lust. His hips buck into your hand, his body trembling with need.

"Come for me, baby," you whisper, your lips brushing against his ear. Choso lets out a guttural moan, his body tensing up as if preparing for the inevitable.

With a broken cry, Choso’s body tenses, his cock pulsing hard in your hand as he finally releases. Hot ropes of cum spill over your hand and onto his stomach, his entire body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm. His hips jerk uncontrollably, thrusting up into your grip as you milk every last drop from him, prolonging his pleasure.

You hold him through it, your hand still wrapped gently around his length, coaxing him down from the high until the last tremors subside. Choso’s chest heaves, his body spent, a sheen of sweat covering his flushed skin. His breathing is ragged, his eyes closed in blissful exhaustion.

You pull back, sliding up along his body to press a soft kiss to his temple. “That’s a good boy,” you murmur, your thumb gently sweeping over his cheek, wiping away a stray bead of sweat.

Choso’s eyes flutter open, a dazed, satisfied smile curving his lips. He looks at you like he’s still floating somewhere far away, utterly content. “Thank you,” he whispers, his voice soft, fingers reaching up to tangle in your hair, pulling you down for another gentle kiss.

"Anytime, baby," you whisper against his lips, your smile mirroring his. You settle down beside him, his head coming to rest on your shoulder, arms draped over your chest. Choso tugs you close, your heartbeat steady and calm against his ear as he lets his eyes close, blissfully exhausted.

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“Soo deep cho-“ Your legs hanging on your boyfriends shoulders as he pummels you. He was absolutely feral, you had been at it for hours now. It was your own fault, teasing him throughout the day with revealing outfits and bratty behaviour. You just loved seeing him so riled up, it was a side of him that had your weak at the knees. Just like this moment.

“Shut up baby, you fucking asked for this.” The man towering over you had no mercy for you, this is what you were begging him for like a slut, so he was going to give it to you. He was towering over you like some kind of god. He had you at the edge of the bed, legs up while he stood there fucking you, hard.

“Don’t start crying now sweetheart, you were the one begging for my cock.” His condescending tone echoed out ever the sounds of your impossibly wet pussy. His whole lower torso covered in your juices. His fingers gliding over your slick folds in tandem with his thrusts. Hot streaks ran their way down your face as your gripped the sheets tightly, your knuckles white. You wished so badly to be bale to grip onto him, but you didn’t dare beg, knowing he would just laugh at your whining. “Listen sweetheart, can you hear how slutty your little cunt is being for me -shit.” he strains a laugh, slipping for a moment when you clench around him “practically s-sucking me back in”

You whimpered pathetically from under him. You couldn’t look away, he looked fucking amazing over you like this. His toned abs glistening in sweat, his biceps flexing as the gripped onto your legs. His face, so dominant and merciless. You were trying hard to concentrate, to stop your incoherent babble, but you were too far gone. Brain mushy and cockdrunk.

“what was it you said earlier sweets?” One of his hands releasing your leg, pressing down on your tummy, right where he was bulging inside you. “You wanted every inch?”

He knew that would fucking get you, he was cruel like that. You sobbed out, you hadn’t felt anything like this before. It was delicious, the pressure ensuring he was hitting that one part inside of you that had you screaming. You squirmed on the bed, hips bucking due to the pleasure. He was chuckling darkly above you, enjoying the state you had gotten into. The pleasure almost too much for you, too good. You tried to shuffle up the bed slightly, so he wouldn’t be hitting it so good, so he would be so fucking deep. It was like you could feel him in your throat.

Your struggles in vain as he drags you back down, slamming on his cock. Pressing harder now on that spot. “Oh no sweetheart, don’t run, just take it.” he smirking at you devilishly now.

“You wanted this after all”

I’ll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

❝Despite everything, it's still you.❞

a quote from undertale that made me really think of yuta :) so i really wanted to draw this out

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