COME GET YOUR BABY

Play with Me!

Summary: Interactive SMUT with submissive Miguel! Choose your path! A/N: me when i forgor Art: Andalusia on twt! <<Prev Next>>

-flip him and ride him! take back what's yours! [SELECTED] -let him do the work! turn off your brain!

You wipe the globs of his cum off your lips before using all your strength to flip him over on his back. It was surprisingly easy, Miguel gasping and shivering when you straddle above him. He instinctively bucks his hips up, his cock twitching against your ass. Miguel’s gaze falls to your hips, hands finding purchase in the plushness of it. But you rip his hands off you, lacing your fingers with his and pinning them above his head. Miguel can’t help but moan, biting his lips and cheeks flushing a deep red at being helpless under you. You lift your hips up as you turn your head to look back. Miguel looks with you, watching as you tease him by sliding down only at the tip before slipping back out. Miguel groans, arching his back and thrusting upwards–a squelching sound of his cock penetrating your saliva and precum soaked folds.

Your nails dig into the back of his hand, Miguel groaning and writhing to run from the pain. He looks up at you with hazy eyes, glossy and foggy with desire. He pants softly, hearing his heartbeat in his ears and he licks his lips. Miguel feels you slip off of him, a plea hanging on his tongue.

“Please, please, please, no, no, no, no…” He babbles, his words slurring and voice cracking as he begs. He shakes his head, sweaty strands of brown wavy hair stick to his temple and forehead, a slight bead of sweat resting on his furrowed eyebrows. 

Ever so gently, you slip on and off of him—but only his tip. His poor swollen, aching and creaming tip. Miguel slams his head back into the pillow with a frustrated moan. Crossing his wrists together, you use one hand to keep them pinned above his head while your other—now free—hand to place over his abdomen where the patch of his happy trail is.

You can feel his muscles contracting underneath his warm skin, caving in as you slowly tease his tip. 

Miguel continues to babble and complain. “Not enough.” He says, swallowing the drool that would’ve escaped his mouth. He begs for more, weakly tugging against your hand that keeps him pinned. His chest heaves up and down, his hips bucking.

Your free hand comes up to pinch his nipple, Miguel crying out, his body shivering. 

“Stay still.” You mutter, leaning down to kiss his forehead softly. 

“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry.” He sighs shakily. Miguel hums when he feels your lips on him, his toes curling and uncurling as he tries to focus on not thrusting up into you.

“I’ll be good. I’ll be so good, I promise.” He whispers desperately.

“Mm, you said that before…” You mumble and lift off his tip with a wet shlick.

Miguel purses his lips, arching his head up and veins popping out his neck. He exhales slowly and through his teeth with a hiss. 

“I-I know, I know—“ He groans. “But I mean it this time, believe me—“ Miguel watches as you lean down to where your noses are just barely touching. You could feel his soft but jagged breathing.

“Te lo juro, mi amor. Swear on it, just fuck me, please.” He whimpers. “Take me, use me. I just need you.” Tears well up in his eyes, his heart pounds wildly in his chest, body twitching with anticipation.

You uncross his wrists and lace your fingers with his. You bring them down so that he’s resting his hands by each side of his head. Using that, you anchor yourself to sink down on his cock. 

He chokes, eyes casting downwards to watch your pussy stretch to accommodate his size. Miguel’s entire body tenses, forcing himself down so as to not shove up inside you. He kind of likes this though—your tight hole taking all of him and sliding down easily. 

Still, he pants under his breath, wheezing and feeling the blood rush throughout his body. His hands squeezed yours as he let out a whimper, teary eyes meeting your hazed ones.  His pathetic moans rang out while you slowly fucked yourself on his cock, your lips capturing his. Miguel screws his eyes shut, weakly kissing back as your tongue invades his mouth. Miguel quivers underneath you, his cock throbbing and twitching against your walls.

He knows not to speak, the complaint about speed on the tip of his tongue. Miguel whines weakly with each agonizingly slow roll of your hips. He can feel you pulsating and gripping him.

You on the other hand, let go of his lips, watching them plump up ever so slightly from making out. Your mouth trails along his cheek and jawline, the soft feeling making Miguel’s body twitch. He flexes his fingers, breath uneven while you play around with his nerves.

Your mouth reaches down to his collarbone, wrapping around his skin to suck and bite on it. Miguel arches his back with a plea of your name, his cock throbbing and bucking against your walls. Your hands squeeze his, to remind him of who he is–what he’s supposed to do. Miguel turns his head, trying to bury his face in the pillow as best as he can. He knows one look at you–your eyes and how they darken at him, wanting and waiting to devour him and his sweet reactions– and he’ll explode. He feels your hips raise up, your wetness coating his aching and hard cock–beads of precum dribbling out– and he quivers. You tease his leaking tip, fucking yourself on the engorged weeping top while Miguel squeezes your hands tightly enough for his talons to come out and gently pierce your skin. Your lips suck around his nipple, your tongue flicking and swirling around the nub which makes him arch his back with a whine. His hips buck up, forcing his dick to penetrate you again and it prompts you to moan and bite down on his nipple. He cries, feeling an electric shock shoot down to his groin. You keep pinning his hands to the bed while you begin to rut your hips against his, moving between a fast and slow pace that sends his heart racing and complaints falling from his lips. The slow build up is enough to make his balls tighten, blood rush down to his throbbing length. He huffs and he puffs, chest heaving with each breath, sweat dripping down his brown skin and hair slicked to his forehead. Still, he has half a mind to hold his hips while your ass smacks down with each slap. His legs shake and he makes the biggest mistake of looking at how your pussy wraps around him. Your cunt swallows every inch of him, a glimpse of a wet, sticky mess before enveloping him again. His eyes bob up and down as he watches you work to chase your high, his lips parted and cheeks hot to the touch. His vision is cloudy and he lolls his head up to see the pleasure etched on your face. Perfect lips bitten between your teeth right before squeaking or moaning when the blunt head of his tip nudges against your sweet spot. Tits bouncing and he wants nothing more than to bury his face in them–he’s desperate to please you again, to make you cum faster. The image–the want– is too much for him. Miguel cries out with a piercing scream, eyes rolling up to the ceiling as his fangs pierce down into his bottom lip to minimize his sounds of pleasure. His body trembles with each wave of his orgasm, thick spurts of his cum shooting inside your tight walls and then dripping out of it. His cream flows down his length, coating his cock and balls with his own mess.

The feeling makes him quiver along with the soft thrust of you pressing down on him. He gasps for a deep breath as he looks up at you, mouth dropped open and begging for a kiss.

And so you lean down, capturing his lips into a heated kiss. He moans in delight, trying his best to lean up and deepen it. Your lips drag off his to kiss down to his chin and jawline. Your mouth caresses the shell of his ear.

“Can I trust you?” You hum. 

Miguel, in his haze, nods. His voice croaks as he speaks. “Yes…yes…” 

Your hands leaves his, Miguel unclenching his grip and he relishes in the feeling of your hands running down his chest. 

“Don’t touch me.” You whisper and then place your hands firmly on his stomach, lifting your hips and slamming back down.

Miguel chokes on his moans, grabbing onto the pillow underneath his head and digging his nails into the fabric. He screams, chest arching up but he feels you hold most of him down with your hands as you begin bouncing above him.

He shouts curses and whines, rolling his head back all while shamelessly moaning. He writhes behind you, his cock sensitive after just cumming inside you. He whines your name pathetically after each slam of your hips, your warm cunt surrounding him in a wet squelch.

It’s painful but it feels so good, he can’t help but grow aroused once more—the pleasure is dizzying. 

You use him just like he said he would, slipping on and off his cock with abandon, grunting and sighing as he fills you over and over. You can feel the stretch of his length as it grows hard again, his tip nudging the same G-spot over again. His leftover cum spills out of you slowly, sticking to your pussy and connecting it to his lap in a heap of white slick. Skin slaps against skin, each thrust sends a wave of ecstasy to your core that makes you clench around him.

Miguel’s legs shakes and he sobs, eyes unfocused while his balls tighten up to cum again.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna cum, oh God.” He babbles, screwing his eyes shut and moaning to the heavens. 

You press down on his stomach and he instinctively caves in, another wave of pleasure washing over him. “Wait.” You pant, halting your bouncing to grind your clit in him in circles.

Miguel uses it as a breather even though the build up of a climax has faded painfully. His red, sweat stricken face falls onto your body on top of him and he curses himself over not being able to touch you. 

He watches numbly as you grind on him, feeling his cock inside you, throbbing and twitching to cover you with his seed again. 

Miguel is snapped out of his haze when you pick yourself up again, leaning over him and gripping his shoulders for leverage while you bounce on him.

“No! Wait!” He cries out, thrashing his legs, toes curling and fingers practically tearing his pillow apart.

He can barely hear the slaps of skin echoing throughout the room while you ride him, using him as your little toy. Your hips and legs ache but you feel so close.

The bubble within you pops, your nails scratching his skin and leaving marks while you shake and moan his name. You feel your face heating up as your climax reaches its highest point. Cumming around him and dripping your juices down his length. Your pussy throbs rhythmically, clenching and unclenching around his shaft.

Meanwhile Miguel cums right after you, bringing his hand to his mouth to bite on, his fangs piercing through skin. But his moans are louder, garbling out your name and his entire body shakes. His vision goes white and it’s a slow way down from his orgasm. His cock aches painfully as it shoots another load inside your wet pussy, painting you walls and flooding down into more of a mess between his legs. 

Miguel heaves, numb and weak as he blinks lazily. His eyelids are heavy but he feels content. You move his hand from his mouth, jaw slack and two pricked holes around his thumb—a bit of blood on his lower lip. 

You smile weakly, shakily pulling yourself off him to which Miguel groans at. His cock flops out of your pussy, glistening with all types of bodily fluids. He whimpers, his tip still leaking some leftover cum.

Your hands gently caress up and down his sides to soothe him. He looks peaceful, even a little tired. Yet, he still reaches out for you, hands trembling until they plant themselves on your waist. His thumbs gently caress your stomach, slowly sliding up to cup your breasts and squeeze them teasingly. A soft smirk is on his face when you squint down at him, Miguel innocently resting his hands at your waist. 

Maybe just one more round…but I guess it’s time to sleep…

a/n: i was not fully aware of what i was writing if im being so honest

taglist: @envyjmoney @howabouticallyou @pxtched @babyprofessorsharkpalace

Your voice...

🔞 Uraume getting off watching you and Sukuna having sex

I don't know what got into me, I get up with the URGE to write something about Uraume fantasizing about Sukuna's lover (fem!reader) and touching themselves while they are listening/watching them fucking so here we are I guess.

Content: smut 🔞, fem reader, voyeurism, masturbation (tried to keep Uraume gender neutral), rough sex, dirty talk, dub con (sex itself is consensual, but Uraume watches without permission.)

You were screaming so loud today. Uraume should have been used to it by now: Sukuna was always shameless, taking you anywhere anytime whenever he fancied, and he fancied a lot. Usually they would go by their day minding their own business, but lately they have been obsessed by the sound of your moans.

They didn’t know when it started exactly.

When they started paying active attention to the way you were whimpering in pleasure.

When they started to imagine how your face looked when you were fucked so roughly.

When they started to wish they could make you scream in ecstasy while they kiss your whole body.

Uraume leaned against the hallway wall, breathing deeply to calm their nerves. Their body felt so hot, so needy. They knew it was wrong, but was it their fault if once again you were fucking in the middle of the living room? Was it their fault if the squelching sound of your dripping pussy was so freaking loud and they could hear it beneath the noises of your skin slapping lustfully each time Sukuna pounded you?

- Oh fuck Kuna, you are so deep, fuck

You whined more lasciviously than usual, and your following groan of pleasure went straight to their crotch, making it throb as their mouth went dry. They wanted to look so badly. They slowly straighten their back, hesitating for a second before they start walking, passing by the wide-open door as if nothing happened and they were just crossing the corridor. Their eyes trailed discretely on the room, on you, as they walked, their pace tranquil and natural, their turmoil only betrayed by the way their first was clenched.

You didn’t seem to notice them, you were not facing the door and were very obviously focused on Sukuna's dick rearranging your guts, same was true for Sukuna, who was too enthralled by the way his hands were sinking into the flesh of your ass to pay attention to his surroundings. Still, they didn't dare drag more than necessary; this brief glimpse was enough to give them a full picture of the situation, making their heart pound faster.

As Uraume leaned against the wall on the other side of the door frame, they closed their eyes, the scene so vivid in their mind. The way you were trying so hard to not slouch as Sukuna was taking you on all fours directly on the ground, the beautiful curve of your back, the rocking of your heavy breast at each thrust, the way your sweat was sticking your hair on your neck, your lips parting to moan from the relentless pounding...

No amount of meditation could calm them now, their sex was throbbing so much, pulsating in rhythm with the delighted screams they could hear. Their hand trailed on their stomach grazing against their aching arousal through their cloth in order to ease the painful ache between their legs. They barely touched themselves, and yet they were already dripping, not registering any of the dirty banter that was going on until you started stuttering louder.

- I’m.. going to cum, I am going to cum!!!

Your ecstatic voice sent a jolt of pleasure through their body, trying not to moan as they started stroking themselves urgently gripping their robe desperately in their sloppy movement.

- No not yet, hold on a bit more

Sukuna's voice was as teasing and commanding as usual, and they felt grateful for the extra time suddenly desperate to cum in tandem with you. They messily lifted the hem of their robe so they could touch their sex directly with renewed vigor, intoxicated by how your moans were turning into hopless, lustful whines of frustration and bliss.

It was so hot, they couldn’t resist and peaked their head just slightly again through the door frame, getting a new glimpse at your face distorted in pure pleasure at the way you were scratching the floor, your whole body shaking as Sukuna fucked you hard, pulling your hair roughly to keep you steady.

They quickly leaned back on the wall, in fear of being caught, their fingers working desperately on their heat, their head light from how aroused they were.

- There, there, good girl, now you can cum, Sukuna said, his voice dripping with condescension, his own grunt of pleasure mixed with your screams, barely audible from how wild you were panting and moaning.

A whimper escaped Uraume lips as they finally came, ruining their underwear quite spectacularly while putting their free hands over their mouth to stop themselves from being too loud. Their body was so tensed, pressing the back of their head as hard as they could against the wall.

Their legs were shaking from the intensity of their orgasm as they finally let themselves slowly fall against the wall, trying to steady their ragged breath. They never felt so good in their entire life and so shameful at the same time.

- Such a good slut, you did so well for me, Sukuna praised the sounds of wet kisses filling the room, irking Uraume and getting them back on earth. Somehow, the sloppy, hungry sounds of your lips crashing against Sukuna’s with a blissful humming were making them more jealous than the whole debauchery they just witnessed.

Chasing the thought of their head, they hastily clean their hand on their clothes, standing up again while they tidy their robe to look decent, and walking away before they get caught, their heart pounding hard in their chest as your voice still echoed in their mind.

They were in so much trouble.

expert baker

tbh i cried when they let the dogs out because i didn’t want them to die and my dad called me dramatic ☹️

The only thing keeping me together after this episode is that in the last scene in Jackson you can see in the background that at least some of the dogs survived

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 thinking 'bout lovesick! yuji... best friend! yuji who is so in love with you but doesnt have the guts to outright tell you.

dies every time you two hang out 'cause you just prattle on and on about how you wish you had the experience of being eaten out... and you trust your best friend so much that it doesnt come as a shock or as anything other than a willingness to help you out when he tells you he'd volunteer.

easy to lay back against his bed, the same one you two spend so much time cuddling on in between classes and movie sessions. so easy to spread your legs for him and let him nose against your weeping cunt.

wondering why it's so warm and smells so good. eagerly nuzzling along your swollen lips, shamelessly sucking in the skin into his waiting mouth. and you don't know if its embarrasment that he doesn't look up at you once- not until you keen out his name all high and pretty.

easy to tangibly see how lovesick yuji is for you when he just sucks your swollen clit into his mouth and sucks and sucks and sucks. his hands balled into fists on either sides of your hips- not daring to touch. just follows around the canting of your hips with his bobbing head. he doesn't even mind when you buck up and clamp your thighs around his head when you cum in broken pants of his name and pleads.

pleads that fall on deaf ears because he's just too far gone, thinks that "just a little more- just a little bit more and i'll stop." but he never does.

its not until you take shaky hands and push against his forehead after cumming for the 3rd time. too weak to pick your head up off the bed for minutes at a time. and when you finally do- he's sitting there, fist wrapped around the print of his cock through grey sweats.

visibly shaking with the restrain he's going through, meeting eyes with yours when you have the ability to pick your head back up and see the way he tips his head back to stare at the ceiling- groaning an apology for getting too ahead of himself.

wondering... "do you ever wonder what cock feels like?" yuji asks, barely audible- like he wishes he could show you what that's like too. and to his dismay and utter relief, you nod pretty at him.

Alastor: *Gets down on one knee*

Lucifer: Oh my god, it's finally happening!

Alastor: *Falls over*

Lucifer: The poison is kicking in

↳ 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗱𝗲 - 𝗢𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝗧𝗼𝗼𝗿𝘂 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

summary: where oikawa gets you jealous by entertaining his fan club and you teach him a lesson

pairings: brat!oikawa x athelete! fem! reader

warning: smut, 18+, edging, sub!oikawa, praise kink, orgasm denial, voyerism, cumming in clothes, just filth. (not proofread, will do it later:))

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oikawa stood on the court surrounded by his usual troupe of fangirls, his signature smirk firmly in place. they were all gathered around him, chattering excitedly and trying to get his attention.

he was used to having them all over him, but sometimes it got a little tiresome. in the midst of the chattering and giggling, oikawa caught sight of you watching from the stands where you were seated and leaned back.

his breath hitched at the sight of you. he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

you were sitting in the stands, wearing your team's jersey and shorts, the fabric clinging to your curves like a second skin.

the tight shorts hugged your thighs, accentuating their plump, velvety softness, the hem stopping halfway up your thighs, leaving little to the imagination. The way the shorts outlined your curves made Oikawa's mouth go dry, and he couldn't help but stare at the way they clung to your body, drawing attention to your alluring thighs.

your chest glistened with a fine layer of sweat, and the heat of the day and your recent practice left you flushed. your legs were spread wide and you were leaning back in your seat.

your cheeks were tinted with a rosy hue, and your mouth was parted as you took a sip from your water bottle.

you looked relaxed and comfortable in your own skin, completely unaware of the effect you were having on your boyfriend.

oikawa wanted to approach you, to touch you, to taste you. but he was frozen in place, unable to move as he watched you with wide eyes.

you kept your eyes locked on him; your lips closed around the mouth of the water bottle, taking a long drink.

oikawa's eyes zeroed in on your mouth, watching the way your lips moved, the way your throat bobbed as you swallowed.

he could feel himself getting aroused at the sight before him.

but you on the other hand, weren't so pleased with your view. how could you be, when your boyfriend was being hoarded by his fan club?

you had hurried from your practice to visit your boyfriend in the gymnasium, and here he was, amidst the company of his fangirls.

one of the girls hugged him and he reciprocated it my patting her back.

you shot him a stern stare, the message in your eyes clear: "you're pushing it."

oikawa could feel the excitement bubbling within him, the thrill of defying you and indulging in the adoration of his fangirls almost too tempting to resist.

he knew he was playing with fire, but the thought of it made his heart race.

as you lowered the water bottle from your lips, you glanced up and spotted iwaizumi heading your way, sending him a genuine smile.

oikawa watched as iwaizumi kissed your forehead in affection and bid you farewell, carrying his gym bag.

after he was done with satiating his fangirls, he sauntered towards the stands where you were seated.

"enjoyed the show, sweetheart?" he teased.

big mistake. you glared up at him through your lashes.

oikawa chuckled as he saw the annoyed look on your face. he knew that you didn't like his fangirls surrounding him, but he couldn't help but enjoy the attention they gave him.

without a reply, you patted the empty seat next to you, indicating for him to sit and he did.

you rested your free hand on his bare thigh, thumb circling his knee.

oikawa shivered slightly at your possessive touch, the heat from your fingers seeping through the fabric of his shorts.

he swallowed hard, feeling a mix of guilt and desire coursing through his veins.

he knew he was in trouble, but the way your touch felt on his skin was intoxicating. he desperately wanted to lean into your hand, to have you closer to him.

"did you have fun, sweetheart?" you set your water bottle down on the floor.

oikawa chuckled at your snarky question. he knew you were talking about his fangirls being all over him, and he knew that it bothered you.

"i'm always having fun," he replied, his voice dripping with arrogance. "What's not fun about having plenty of cute girls hanging all over you?"

you gripped his thigh in warning.

oikawa couldn't help but gasp, feeling your dominating touch. he leaned in closer to you, his voice low and sultry, "jealous, are we?" he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"don't test me, my love," you warned, caressing his thigh, "or do you want me to fuck that attitude outta you?"

oikawa shuddered. he knew you only used that term of endearment when you got possessive and territorial.

he put up his hands in mock surrender, a smile playing on his lips, "alright, alright. i'll behave," he said, trying to appease you.

"but u didn't, did you?" you inched your hand up.

his breath hitched as your hand moved up his thigh, stopping just millimeters away from his crotch.

he swallowed, his eyes widening and tried to compose himself, "no," he breathed with parted lips, his voice a little shaky, "I didn't behave."

oikawa leaned closer to you, his eyes darting around to make sure no one was watching. he could feel your touch becoming more daring, more possessive.

"what? want one of your fangirl to join us?" you scoffed in defiance.

oikawa's eyes widened at your words, a mix of surprise and embarrassment on his face, his cheeks flushing bright red at the thought.

"n-no!" he stuttered, a look of shock and horror on his face, "what are you talking about? i don’t want any of them to join us! I want you, only you!"

you cupped him through his shorts, feeling his bulge grow slowly, "you sure?" you squeezed his cock lightly in emphasis.

oikawa let out a low moan as you squeezed him, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. he swallowed, his voice weak as he responded.

"y-yes, i'm sure," he stuttered. "i only want you. no one else,"

you leaned up and smooched his jaw, "good boy,"

oikawa let out a soft moan, his body melting under your touch. he loved it when you praised him like that, it made him feel wanted and desired.

oikawa quickly caught your wrist as a thought struck him, "babe, w-won't, ah," he inhaled sharply, "won't somebody see us? we can't do this here,"

"no," you stated confidently, "the shadows of the gym falls right over us, so, from the volleyball court, we're practically out of eyesight,"

using your fingers, you traced the outline of his bulge through the material of his shorts, the material leaving nothing to the imagination.

"no one's gonna catch us, and i'm gonna teach you a fucking lesson,"

oikawa's chest heaved a little as he tried to control his breathing. he knew he was in trouble now, and he couldn't deny that he was enjoying it.

"a lesson?" he asked, his voice a little shaky, "what kind of lesson, my love?"

"the kind that you get when you're being a brat," you ghosted you index finger over the head of his hardness, causing him to grip the armrest of the bleachers hard.

oikawa knew he was in the wrong for letting his fangirls get so close to him, especially after knowing how much it bothered you.

he knew he should have set stronger boundaries, but he had been enjoying the attention they gave him.

he looked at you, his expression sheepish. "i'm sorry, my love," he said, his voice soft, "it won't happen again,"

"tsk tsk," you tutted, fingers at the base of his crotch, teasing through his shorts still, "sorry doesn't cut it. this is what you get for being a brat,"

the touch of your fingers was driving him crazy, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he tried to control himself.

you stroked your palm over his shorts with the right amount of pressure as the cloth provided the needed friction.

oikawa let out a soft, needy moan as he nuzzled his face into your neck, his body pressed against yours as if he were trying to mold himself into you.

to an outsider, it would simply look like an adorable gesture of affection.

but you knew better. you knew that he was deep in subspace, and that he was completely at your mercy.

"please," he groaned, his hands gripping the edge of the seat so tightly his knuckles were turning white, "please, darling. i’m trying so hard to be good for you but I don’t know how much longer i can hold back,"

he mouth at the column of your neck, tongue tracing up as he tasted your sweat as a result of your practice session. he continued to place wet languid kisses on your neck, mouthing pathetically.

you sighed, pleased with his actions. you increased the pace of your strokes, muttering promises that you'd fulfill for the stunt he pulled.

"you sit back nice and pretty for me, while I'll have you come undone for me over and over and over again until you're nothing but a crying mess," you muttered against his temple, gripping his clothed cock.

"and then," you kissed his temple, "i'd fuck some sense into you so you'd know not to go your merry little way and get me jealous,"

"yes," he groaned out, his voice filled with need. "please, make me a mess. let me come undone for you. i’ll do anything, just let me touch you. i need you, darling. i need you so badly. i’ll be such a good boy, I promise," he blubbered, pulling back from your neck to gaze at you.

you hummed in appreciation, increasing the pace of your strokes.

oikawa's breathing picked up as you rubbed his length faster, his body trembling as he focused on your touch. he closed his eyes, his head falling back with a gasp, "i’m close," he breathed out, his voice shaky, "please…please don’t stop, darling."

you raised your brows, "already?" you slowed your movements, just as he was about to come.

he nodded, leaned his head on your shoulder, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. he couldn’t believe how much your touch was affecting him, "i can’t help it," he admitted, his voice strained. "your touch…it’s driving me crazy, ahh"

he clung to you, his body pressed against yours as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping you close to him.

"babe," he murmured, his voice desperate and needy, "please don’t be mad at me. I’ll do anything to make it up to you. just keep touching me, hnngg,"

oikawa resumed snuggling his face into the crook of your neck. his kisses were sloppy and desperate, his lips moving hungrily over the skin of your neck.

he was practically leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses from your collarbone to your jawline, his tongue tracing a path behind his lips as he let out soft, needy moans.

i turned my head in his direction, my mouth a breath away from his.

oikawa’s eyes were lidded with desire, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he stared at you.

he was desperate to feel your lips on his, to taste your mouth, to feel your tongue against his. he was completely lost in the moment, his mind a haze of need and want.

"uh, darling," he slurred, "kiss me, please,"

you complied with his wish and pressed your mouth to his, teeth digging into his soft plump lips.

oikawa let out a low moan as your lips crashed against his, his body arching into yours as you kissed him hard. he returned the kiss with just as much fervor, his tongue eagerly seeking entry into your mouth.

the bite startled him, but he didn’t pull away, instead, he let out a soft whimper, submitting completely to your possessive bite.

when your tongue soothed the burn of the bite, he sucked it into his mouth, his body curving into yours.

you parted your lips better to give him access, humming in delight.

oikawa felt himself spasm as he came, letting out a soft gasp as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. his face was buried in its place against your neck, his breath coming out in labored gasps.

he was utterly embarrassed by the fact that he had come just from a kiss, and he buried his face further into your skin, not wanting you to see him.

"please don’t laugh at me," he murmured, his voice soft, "i couldn’t help it, you just…you make me feel so good," he stammered, trying to explain himself, "i can’t help how my body reacts to you,"

you chuckled darkly, holding his face to your neck, "shh, my love," you soothed, "s'alright,"

oikawa’s face burned in embarrassment, his body trembling against you. his shorts were soiled with his release and he could feel his legs shaking, the aftermath of his orgasm still coursing through his body. his shorts were soiled with his release and

he let out a shaky breath, his voice soft as he spoke, “sorry,” he mumbled, his cheeks flushing red, “i couldn’t help it,”

"it's okay, my beautiful," you cooed, "you made such pretty noises for me,"

oikawa’s cheeks burned even more red at your words, his heart fluttering in his chest.

no one has ever called him beautiful before, and meant it.

and the way you said it made his stomach feel like fireworks were going off. he buried his face further into your neck, embarrassed and shy, “please don’t tease me,” he mumbled, his voice soft, “i can’t handle it when you say things like that,”

"my poor baby," you babied him, gently prying off his fingers from the armrest that were in deathly grip. you raised them to your mouth, pressing a kiss to each digit.

oikawa’s face turned even redder and his heart feeling like it was going to burst out of his chest. he was completely under your spell, his mind fuzzy with affection and desire.

he gazed at you with wide, puppy-like eyes, his hand gripping yours tightly, “please…please don’t stop,” he whispered, his voice needy and desperate, “I need more of you,”

you smoothed back the hair from his forehead and assured him, "don't worry. I have plenty planned for you when we get home, love. And you're not going to be able to get away from me."

oikawa's breath hitched at the authoritative tone in your voice. he knew he was in for a long night and couldn't wait to be completely under your control.

It was an average Monday morning when you, Nanami Kento's wife, were turned into a cat.

"An unusual Curse," Shoko had said, "not longer than a week, surely--"

"Not--not longer than a week?!" Kento spluttered, his glasses lopsided, and, dangled in front of him beneath the arms (legs-- legs, he reminded himself)...you.

You, with two pointed ears, a long whippy tail, your many toe-beans and a perturbed little head-tilt. On the doctors' office couch, a neatly folded (if a little furry) pile of your clothes.

"Meow," you had said.

"Don't 'meow' me," Kento spluttered again, fixing you with a stern look that barely overlaid his concern. You simply stared up at him, long, and feline, and unblinking...and reached out one little paw, pressing it onto the end of his nose.

Kento sighed; a bone-deep, weary sigh. Shoko put out her cigarette, speaking through a haze of smoke.

"Like I said. Give it a week, and Mrs.Nyanyami will be back to nor--"

"What did you just call her?'

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Mrs.Nyanyami, the cat formerly known as Nanami Kento's wife, wanted for nothing.

"I think that tuna's more expensive than anything I've ever eaten," whispered Yuuji to Gojo. On the other side of the conference room, you sat upon the desk before Kento, waiting patiently for the next lump of tuna (meticulously cut into cat-appropriate cubes) to be delivered in his chopsticks.

As Kento's hand approached, you held it close with paw and claws, to steal the pink fish from him. He looked like a surgeon performing heart surgery.

"I just...dont know how he can look so serious while he's doing that," Gojo whispered back, to Yuuji's frantic nods. Still, they watched this freakish nature documentary with quiet obsession.

A higher-up sat down beside Kento, waiting for the meeting to begin. Jolting back, and grumbling, he did a double take.

"Young man-- you can't bring a cat to a Sorcerer's meeting--"

"That's not a cat," Kento snapped, frosty, "that's my wife."

And so began the rumour amongst the higher-ups, that Nanami Kento had gone mad.

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"You should leave her at home--"

"--absolutely not--"

"--really, Nanami...just put the television on, she'll be fine--"

"--unequivocally, no--"

"--why not?!"

Silence. An awkward shuffle on Kento's thick chest. You peeked your head out of the pocket of the cat-carrying hoodie that Kento wore over his shirt and tie, and turned to Gojo with narrowed eyes.

"Meow," you had said, batting at Kento's strings, and hooking his tie out with your paw, to kick it to death with your legs.

"I agree," said Kento, whispering and scratching you beneath the chin until you purred, "he's wrong, isn't he? Stupid Gojo. You'd get lonely. You'd get bored. Yes you would..."

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"Oh my god...he's gorgeous...you should get his number--"

"--I'm not brave enough...you go. I'll get our coffees."

"--okay, okay..." The woman cleared her throat, sweeping her hair behind one ear with her best smile. Kento looked up from his coffee, with one finely raised eyebrow.

"Can I help you?" He lied, unwilling to help anyone at all before he'd finished his croissant.

"Hi, yeah, I just...can't help but notice you're sitting alone, and my friend-- well she-- she just wondered if she can have your number, and--"

The woman broke off into shrieks. Climbing up her leg, all claws and furry vengeance, was you. She shook her leg, shrieking. You hissed. Your cup of steamed milk clattered over the table, slopping everywhere.

"--o-oh my god-- oh my god, what the hell is this cat doi--"

"I'm sorry," Kento sighed, not sorry at all and dabbing his mouth with a napkin and doing absolutely nothing to help, "it's my cat. She doesn't like company--"

Hisses. Claws. Dirty feral yowls.

"Get this fucking thing off me--"

"I can't take you anywhere. No more steamed milk for you."

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At times, you seemed so human. At others, undeniably cat.

Kento would wake to clattering from the kitchen, bleary and feeling around for you, only to remember, and trace his hand up to the furry, round little patch you'd leave behind on your pillow. He allowed himself just a moment of misery, before getting up.

He followed the sounds of cups and kettle and coffee machine, and leaned against the doorway with sleep-mussed hair and a squinting, teenagerish glare.

You were up on the counter, all four paws and determination. You had gotten as far as switching the kettle and coffee machine on, and heaving the cupboard open with your tiny limbs. Kento watched as you tipped your head sideways, managing to drag two mugs out in your teeth. He winced as they almost smashed upon the counter.

"Come on," Kento rumbled, his voice rusty with sleep, "let me do that."

You meowed at him, batting at the air with one angry paw when he stepped closer. Kento huffed, raising his hands in surrender.

"Fine," he tutted, "but I'll pour the water."

"Meow."

"Why? Because you don't have opposable thumbs, darling."

The fur stood up along your spine. You turned around, and around, in a circle, then sat upright. You turned your back on him while you waited for the kettle to boil. Your tail flicked from side to side, irritable. Kento waited, too, reaching out one hand to stroke your ears.

You nudged your back paw out, and pushed his mug off the side to smash on the floor.

Silence.

"...what is wrong with y--"

"Meow."

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Skitterskitterskitter.

Distant meows.

Kento groaned, rubbing down his face. He checked the clock, frog-blinking; two in the morning. He groaned harder.

Skitterskitterskitter.

Thunk.

More distant meows.

"Please just come back to bed," Kento moaned into the hands pressed over his face.

SkitterskitterskitterSKITTERSKITTER-- rustlllleerussstle--

Directly over his face.

"Meow--"

"I am begging you--"

RustlerustleTHNKskitterskitterskitter.

Distant meows.

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"I miss you."

You raised your head to look at him. Your purring hitched. Your ears tilted.

Kento had murmured, his low voice barely audible. The only light in the living room was the ever-changing light of the television screen. Laid on his back on the sofa, with you curled on his chest, Kento stroked down your back with longing.

You crept up his chest, pressing your cold wet nose to his, and purred. Nose to nose, and cross-eyed, Kento could have cried.

"I really miss you," he repeated, swallowing around the lump in his throat. Your claws dug into his chest, just a little. You rub, rub, rubbed your warm furry head along his jaw until he sniffled, and gave a choked little chuckle.

He fell asleep with you on his chest that night. In so many ways, it was familiar; home. In so many others, you were gone forever.

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"Meow."

Kento shuffled. His chest felt heavy...warm. His belly felt warm, too. And his lap, and--

Kento's eyes shot open, his head lifting up from the couch.

You bit your lip, naked on top of him, and smiling. Human. An angel.

"Oh, my love," Kento moaned, crushing you to him in a bear hug from shoulder to toes, "you're back-- I missed you, I was so worrie--"

You batted an arm out, swiping last night's wine glass from the coffee table beside you, to shatter on the floor.

Silence. Kento blinked slowly, looking from the wine glass, to you. You felt your cheeks grow hot, swallowing hard.

"God, I...sorry, Kento. Force-- force of habit--"

Spit-roast

Vox x Afab!reader x Valentino

CW: Smut, use of strap, Afab reader, no pronouns used, Valentino, dacryphilia, overstimulation, aftercare(kinda), spit-roasting, size difference if you squint, cunnilingus, fast paced bc I rushed it, please tell me if I've missed any♡

A unmissable gargling sound mixed with whining comes from Vox as he chokes on your pretty pink strap, his spit oozing out of the corners of his mouth while his screen fizzled. One of your hands plays with your clit while the other lays on the back of Voz's screen, sometimes dipping down to trace the pretty, bruising necklace of bites left by yourself and Valentino.

His other end is occupied by the aforementioned Valentino, one set of the moth demons hands wrapped haphazardly around Vox's weeping cock while the other two are perched on the TV demons waist, slamming him onto his cock unapologetically.

Vox felt like, and most likely had, already came over a dozen times however, that didn't earn him any sympathy from you, and certainly not Val. Said moth demon moves one hand from Voz's pretty cock, tracing a bulge in the TV demons stomach from his bulbous dick. Vox let's out a gargled cry in response, trying to tug his sensitive ass away from Valentino's steel grip, but wouldn't be able to even if he could, due to you blocking his way.

Valentino looks at you with a smirk, hastening his thrusts as he chases his fifth high, ignoring completely as you desperately played with your clit, yet to finish. Valentino, luckily, quickly finishes, leaning his head back while panting, only looking down to see his cum seep out of Vox's abused and overstimulated asshole.

Vox cries out around your strap as Valentino pulls out with no remorse, simply telling you to 'Hurry up.' before walking off, shrugging on his robe as he passed by. You quickly pull the sobbing Vox off of your pink strap, hurrying in taking said strap off while the TV demon continues to cry.

"I- bzzt- hurts-" Vox desperately tries to explain his pain to you, going to sit up only to be pulled back down forcefully by your quivering hand, pulling him back down to your sobbing cunt. He immidietly gets the idea, forcing his square, flat head between your thighs and sticking his tounge out, licking a strategic strip against your cunt through his own spit and tears.

You can feel the vibrations of Vox jackhammering his hips into the sofa as if he were thrusting into something while be hungrily laps up the juices of your quivering sex, pushing his head as far as he could between your thighs to desperately taste you.

He quickly becomes a slobbering mess, completely forgetting the pain and cum in his ass, only thinking of your and your delicious juices. You throw your head back in ecstacy, beginning to push your cunt further into his screen to chase your first, and only, high.

You finish soon after, letting out a guttural wail before pulling away from Vox, who looked dazed as he attempted to follow your cunt with his tounge, only to quickly get shut down by you. You get up shakily, sighing and pulling your underwear up, leaving the room, leaving Vox in his poor state of subspace.

"Hurry up." You leave him with those words only, giving no sympathy to the quaking overlord.

this is literally so good. i devoured this fic

literally just any smutty choso fic pls ☹️☝️

careful what you wish for, my sweet anon...i got a bit carried away

┊˚ ｡*ੈ ☁️‧₊˚ ❝ your majesty ❞ ˚ ｡˚ -choso kamo

⋆˖⁺‧₊♰ nsfw mdni ♰₊‧⁺˖⋆

cw: concubine!choso/dom!reader, infidelity, blasphemy, oral (f!receiving) wc: 2.3k edited by the loveliest: @remlionheart ༉‧₊˚. dumped my religious trauma into this one, i apologize

Upon the sacred grounds of your kingdom, there are only two rules to live by; No sex and no masturbation, for these sins grant you a one-way ticket into the fiery infernos of hell. This rule applies to everyone but you, of course. You are the queen, after all. You run your domain with unyielding power. You are a hard and fast ruler, feared by all who inhabit your realm.

You are serviced by your concubine, Choso, his timid, submissive disposition suiting you perfectly. You allow Choso to indulge in sexual pleasure that other inhabitants of your land are denied, while also relieving your own frustrations. You are his only exception.

You attend many assemblies throughout the day, some boring and some enthralling. A few banishments here, a couple executions there. You walk the grounds of your domain, taking in the fresh air, reveling in the way the setting sun kisses your skin. Your back is tense, and the expectations that the throne places upon you rest heavily on your shoulders. You need release. You need Choso. You send a nearby servant to fetch him, requesting he be bathed and brought to your room. He’s most likely doing his evening chores; he’s a diligent worker. Driven. Strong. Attractive. There’s no question as to why you chose him to pleasure you.

Strolling the marble walls of your castle, pondering the pros and cons of trade with a neighboring stronghold, your focus is interrupted by the lewd sounds of low grunts and wet flesh. You pause in front of the servant quarters, noticing the door is closed as you press your ear against it. The hair on the back of your neck stands upright, your suspicions confirmed while you listen in. No, this will not do. It is forbidden to partake in such activities and to do so within your kingdom's walls? Punishment is eminent. Your hand will strike down upon the offenders, mercy cast to the wayside. 

You push open the wooden doors, your enraged stare falling upon your concubine, Choso, ramming himself deep into one of your handmaids. His strong, muscular back positioned towards you, her cries of pleasure overtaking the sound of you opening the heavy spruce door. Fury courses through your body, but you can’t help but marvel at the sight before you. His broad, toned back tensing with every thrust, the sweet symphony of moans dancing through the still air. You grit your teeth, fists clenching on either side of your body, your heavy gown and tight corset making it far more difficult to breathe when coupled with your lungs constricting in a fit of jealousy. A knot forms in your stomach as you watch Choso toss his head back in pure bliss, his hips stilling as he unloads into her. Betrayal drives a stake through your heart as you watch your sweet concubine find pleasure elsewhere. 

Your voice broke through their post-coital bliss with ease. 

“Guards!” you shout, and not a second later, three armored men are at your side. The two of them jump at the sudden intrusion of your voice, Choso breaking away from his secret whore as his shameful stares meet your wounded eyes. The hurt doesn’t stay on your face for long though, blind rage soon replacing it.

“Seize her, leave the man to me,” you direct with the wave of your gloved hand. Within an instant, the guards pull the woman from the bed, dragging her down the hall before turning the corner, heading toward the dungeon. Her desperate pleas and anguished apologies echo through the castle walls. You pay her no mind as your attention falls onto Choso. 

“Your majesty, I-” he begins, but is abruptly interrupted by your palm suspending in front of you, your daring eyes begging for him to disobey your signal for silence. He knows better than to push his luck in this moment, the fact that he isn’t being dragged away with the woman brings a wave of hopefulness in regards to your leniency with his punishment. But his naive ideations of your forgiveness are all in vain as you bring your hand back down to your side before speaking again. 

“To my chambers.”

He stays frozen, his fear-stricken body glued to the floor by your overpowering demeanor, and your waning patience snaps at his continued insubordination.

“Now, Choso. I will not ask again,” you demand, eyes never faltering. He bows his head complicitly before reaching for his undergarments. 

“Don’t bother redressing,” you add, a tinge of seduction filtering its way through your harsh tone. His head snaps to meet yours, rouge painting his pale skin. He knows better than to object, especially now that you've caught him breaking the kingdom's holiest rule. Walking through the castle completely nude is the easiest punishment to digest. Heat prickles through his skin at the thought of what was in store for him and he prays that he makes it out alive. He inhales deeply through his nose before taking small, timid steps toward you. You glower at him as he gets closer, turning on your heels to exit as he dutifully shadows you down the hall. 

He kneels in front of your bed out of instinct, placing his palms against his thighs. You call for your servants to remove your dressings. He doesn’t have the gall to watch as you are derobed. He shifts anxiously as you perch yourself at the edge of the bed in your master suit, looking up at you with prayerful eyes, taking in your body as you sit fully naked before him. He swallows the lump that constricts his throat. You stare down at him, and he's glad he's already seated, because the burning blue embers flickering behind your irises make him feel faint. You are the most ethereal deity in his eyes, his unwavering devotion makes him want to shower you in worship and graciously accept the punishments you dole out. Punishments he unfortunately deserves. You choose him out of everyone in your kingdom and he’s grateful that you allow him to indulge in sexual pleasure, but what does he decide to do with his new found freedom? Guilt gnaws at his flesh; how could he betray you? What possessed him to shatter the pact the two of you shared? Lust overtook his body in his moment of weakness, succumbing to his carnal urges, and now he must repent.

“Disappointed is an understatement, Choso. How dare you desecrate these holy walls with your sins. You petulant man,” you growl. His shoulders drop toward the floor, shrinking into himself at your words, head bowed in submission. Your hand finds the back of his neck, grabbing roughly at his tousled locks, a fistful of his hair between your fingers as you bring his head up to face you. Your other hand squeezes either side of his jaw, forcing his lips to part. You suck in your cheeks and spit. 

“Swallow it,” you command. He obeys. You slap him roughly before grabbing him by his throat. 

“You defy me within my own domain. This is grounds for beheading. I know you understand the terms of living within my kingdom.” You lecture, your sharp words lashing against his fully exposed body. Even in the privacy of your bedroom, you hold the same power as if you were sat upon your throne, commandeering all who are present. His pleading glances dart around your face, but his body can’t help but enjoy this. You run your eyes over him, his abs tensing and his cock pulsating, his angry red tip oozing like he didn’t just relieve himself in that whore only a few minutes prior. 

“Look at you…pathetic. Just came and now you’re ready to cum again.” You laugh at his disheveled state. You meet his eyes once again, bringing your head down to his, extending your tongue to a point and licking along his mouth. He whimpers, lurching forward in hopes to thread his lips with yours. You slap him again, pulling your head back but keeping your faces close. You click your tongue against your teeth at his desperation. You release his head from your clutches with a slight shove, returning to your upright position along the edge of the bed. 

“So, tell me, Choso. With your infidelity in mind, am I not enough for you?” you ask simply, crossing one leg over the other. He’s confused by your question, his mouth hanging open in hopes that your statement is rhetorical. If he says no, it’s his head on the chopping block. If he says yes, you will laugh in his face as you question the sanctity of his loyalty to you. Rightfully so, as you had caught him in the act of betrayal. Your eyes bore into him, head cocked to the side. 

“Speak,” you snap. He shudders at the gravitational pull of your energy. 

“You are everything to me, your Majesty…everything and more. I-I will forever be at your service. I repent. I give my body to you, and only you. P-please…make me holy again.” He hopes he chose the right words to spare his life. And lucky for him, he did. In truth, you didn’t want to lose him as your concubine just as much as he didn’t want to lose his life. You smile down at him, your hands reaching out to cup either side of his face, leaning back down so your faces are level.

“Are you willing to show me how sorry you are?" you ask, softer now, eyes low as you lean yourself back on your elbows. He groans at the sight of your exposed cunt and nods back furiously, leaning forward obediently to rest his cheek on your bare thigh, the smell of your sweetness overtaking him. 

“Look at me when I address you, Choso, and use your words.” Your voice returns to its original harshness, using two fingers to bring his head back up to look at you.

“Yes, Your Majesty. Let me show you how sorry I am. I’ll do anything for you.” he whimpers out, trying his best to maintain eye contact with you. 

"Then make me cum, my sweet little concubine.” His expression brightens ever so slightly, gazing admirably into your eyes. This punishment isn’t so bad, he loves the way you taste.

"Can I touch you? P-please, My Queen...just want to pleasure you," he begs, his overwhelming arousal coupled with his fear of upsetting you again cause him to stutter. His eyes dart back and forth between yours, his eyebrows furrowed. His cheeks are blisteringly warm and he’s practically vibrating against your touch in anticipation. You're pleased with his desperation, nodding with approval, your lips curling into a mischievous grin.

His warm, wet mouth latches onto your pussy almost immediately, his tongue thrashing against your slit and lips sucking greedily on your throbbing bud. He hums in content, the taste of you coating his tongue deliciously, his body yearning for more as he devours you. You arch your back, thrusting your hips toward his mouth.

"S-so eager to please," you breathe out, words laced with the intention of mockery, your fingers interlocking in his dark, mussed hair. You groan at the sight of his lustful eyes staring back up at you through his disheveled bangs. 

"That’s it. Show me how much I mean to you…earn your forgiveness." Your words ring through his ears, spurring him on. Moans cascade from your plump, parted lips. He whines at your noises, the delicious sounds you make only for him. Clinging to the sweet melodies of your gospel, his pace picks up, sucking aggressively, hungrily, as if he needs to drink you up completely to survive. 

His thick fingers tease your hole before plunging inside, the pads of his digits curling perfectly to massage your sweet spot. Your head falls back, back flush against your silk sheets, grinding even deeper into his mouth. 

"My little slut…so thirsty for my cum, aren’t you," you gasp out, the tightness in your tummy intensifying. 

He hums greedily, continuing to pump into you, suckling harshly on your sensitive clit. He removes his mouth from your center before quickly replacing his tongue with the fingers of his free hand, rubbing quick, firm circles into your clit. 

"Please give me your cum...need to taste your sweetness. P-please, Your Majesty," he pleads, dipping his head back to your dripping cunt, lapping and sucking at you with fervor, the pace of his fingers relentlessly pumping into you. His deep voice sends ripples of arousal through your pelvis. His desperate words hang in the air, his frantic fingering and famished mouth against your core sending you over the edge. Your hips rut, thighs shaking as you cry out for him as you spray your release across his face. His rhythm continues while he works you through your blinding orgasm, groaning into you, tasting the hallowed juices he so hopelessly craved. 

His fingers slow, his lips detaching from your throbbing clit with a satisfying pop. He beams with pride, panting as he drinks in the heavenly glow emanating off your body, his lips swollen and his face wet from your release, your body aching as the waves of your orgasm finally simmer down. 

"My good boy...so precious," you praise, sitting up, your hands cupping his cheeks, his eyes lighting up. Your chest heaves as you work to regain your breath. He nuzzles his face against your thigh, his hands massaging your calves, sighing contently as you stroke his head, tucking strands of his hair behind his ear. 

“I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine,” he whispers into your skin. 

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