One Of The Hottest Things A Man Can Do Is Feel A Little Guilty

Art not mine

talking to @minkdelovely about how we all are just so unhinged and I wanted to say that people are always so quick to be rude and jump to negative conclusions and bully people online because of the safety of anonymity

but my interactions with our little horny deer cult and larger tumblr HH community has been the opposite? The most unhinged kindness and praise and lifting up of people???

anyway here’s a thank you while I read your comments but don’t reply yet because I’m trying desperately to get the next part of A Doe in Fall out; I will reply though! 🙏

Untitled Rutting Alastor x fem bunny reader fic preview

warnings; breeding kink, pussy out and about, cum, kinda size kink, almost sorta degradation kink but honestly he’s stating facts

Sub!Valentino lives in my brain rent free and I’m ashamed to admit it…but I have so many thoughts-

He needs to be broken. Tie him up and make him watch as I break down that ego, that pathetic need for attention so that even after he’s still thinking of that moment. That even while he’s at work, doing something (or someone) else, he is craving his true dom, the only person who he’ll let break him into submission.

Sub!Valentino keeping a piece of your clothes because he needs to smell you near even when you’re not. He’s so fucking pathetic he needs to be humbled and get his walking privileges revoked after a night of punishments.

Sub!Valentino, in my mind, needs a dom who at first is so indifferent to him. So not impressed and not turned on by his typical flirty and slutty behavior. (Bonus points if it’s a bodyguard situation: someone who has no choice but to be around him daily and put up with his bullshit) And it pisses him off that this person isn’t falling for his game like everyone else would. And when he goes to do the same thing he always does when he gets mad (i.e. violent temper tantrum) doesn’t let him do it. They stand up for themselves and instead put him in his place and read him and degrade him to filth for the pathetic whore he truly is.

And a one time thing, (a one night stand, a moment of sexual tension, a lingering touch in a sensitive place) becomes his new obsession. And suddenly all his attention, his flirtation, his lack of boundaries, is being turned into this dom. In his mind hoping to gain a new plaything, unaware of how he was about to become the plaything and love every lewd moment of it.

-🍳 Anon

Sub Valentino x Reader Headcanons —

a/n — this is very messy, i’m having a huge writers block lowkey.

warnings — dom reader, sub valentino, actually valentino is his own warning, degradation, NOT PROOFREAD!!

summary — pretty self explanatory!

Usually I don’t answer long asks with full headcanons but i’m going to bounce off of these ideas in a really long way so… here you go!

I absolutely agree that Valentino would literally need to be dommed by an unbothered reader. 

Like someone who literally just doesn’t care about Val at all. They produce barley any reactions at all when Valentino gets all up in they’re business. 

Not even getting mad, just being so unapologetically uninterested in whatever Valentino was doing.

That would piss him off so much. Like an ungodly amount. After a failed attempt at flirting and pushing your boundaries, which you blow off, he gets insanely mad. 

Probably throws things, shouting curses at you, saying you’re not worth his time, or worth anything for that matter. 

And maybe that’s when you take charge (not to get all ‘in character’ on you but like… hopefully that’s when you take charge because you wouldn’t like what happens)

So you would push him down on the nearest surface, maybe letting some venom seep into your tone, and degrade him for being such an attention whore. 

He thinks he knows what’s about to happen so of course he plays into it an unbarable amount, but simply cut him off by wrapping your hand around his throat and telling him ‘whores speak when spoken too.’

Then he’s a little scared. He’s used that line, used that tone before. It’s no secret you planned on being particularly cruel. 

So that definitely starts a new routine, one that Valentino absolute looks forward too, craves intensely, even. 

Degradation is definitely huge for him. Like calling him your useless slut, and even demeaning him in such a specific real way.

Your insults are so bitter he knows you believe every word of them, even when you’re pegging him or stroking his dick so attentively.

He’s whining at your words, playing into them, wanting more, but as you get meaner, he can’t help but sniffle a little. 

Overstimulating him, and berating him with insults, for example. 

Like he doesn’t cry easily, but the painful sensation of the constant stimulation, paired with your absolutely cruel words brings tears to his eyes. 

And then you make fun of him ruthlessly for crying, “Aren’t you supposed to be experienced? And you’re crying already? Pathetic.”

He’s moaning and sobbing out curses in Spanish as you fuck into his ass, or ride his dick, or toy with him, and begging for more. 

I think praise with Valentino is an interesting subject because like… he’s literally never done anything to lead to any kind treatment.

But maybe you’ve been particularly cruel to him, well like always but more than usual, and so you give him the simple scrap “Good boy.”

It’s surprising how much he reacts. Obviously he hold himself very high in his mind, but you neveracknowledge how fantastic he is.

So when you do, even this shred of praise makes his dick twitch and whine escape his throat.

I like the idea of him being totally obsessed with his dom. Like even after sex he’s all over you, very touchy too.

Constantly trying to get your attention, running his fingers up and down your arm, making a total show of himself. Just for you.

satoru tries to be nonchalant and mysterious when u fuck by staying silent and fucking you like the guys in porn do: no moans, no flavour, nothing. but he lasts about two strokes before literally gasping out the most pornographic moan and refusing to shut up from that point onwards.

hes so talkative, moaning and rambling on about how good and tight you feel wrapped around his cock that he starts to sound stupidly cumdrunk. the only time he's not talking is when he's got his tongue in ur mouth and even then he's still moaning like he's in heat.

toru is so loud too, like you get noise complaints regularly. he never shut up, and when he cums the whole city ends up knowing about it because he's on the verge of tears and begging for you to milk him dry and there's no such thing as too loud when it's you he's fucking. he encourages you to let him hear you, wants the neighbours to know just how good he lays it down for you... he's so annoying i love him

you know what? Fuck you. *turns your strong and stoic and serious character into a crying, traumatized, whimpering, curled up mess in the floor*

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INFO...jjk men x fem!bodied reader, women in the videos may be white skinned and light skinned but these videos are only to show how’d they fuck you, choking, cow girl, doggy, missionary, rough sex, oral (m & f receiving), spit, handjobs, fingering, overstim, bondage, praise, degradation, squirting, creampie, breeding, anal, sex toys

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TOJI

pounding your pussy in the backseat of the car

choking you and spitting in your mouth while he fucks you from behind

teasing your pussy with the tip of his cock

making you squirt all over his dick while he cums in your pussy

he loves seeing your mascara run down your face

toji doesn’t like when you use condoms, you feel too good

GOJO

gojo watching in the mirror as you bounce on his cock

pulling your panties to the side and eating your pussy

using his fleshlight on him

you look so cute in your nightgown he just had to fuck you in it

he loves the way your ass bounces back on him

gojo getting needy and thrusting up into your hand

NANAMI

fucking you before the two of you go out on your date

pushing you up against the shower door and fucking you after a long day

cockwarming him in public but can’t help getting needy and moving your hips against his

eating your pussy until you cum and make a mess

choking you and making you rub yourself through your panties while he praises and reassures you

fingering you till you squirm

GETO

jerking him off while he fingers you

waking you up in the middle of the night cause he’s so needy

licking you through your panties

the two of you get a little distracted while watching a movie

geto thought it would be fun to try anal

sloppy head is the best head

SUKUNA

treating you like a whore while fucking your face

using your pussy for his own pleasure

using your tits to jerk himself off

fucking you rough against the couch after a bad day

breeding your cute little hole

he loves using toys on both of your holes until you’re shaking

HIGURUMA

grinding your ass against his hard cock, teasing him

guiding you up and down his cock

deciding to tie you up and fuck you from behind

holding you close to him while he whispers the nasty things he wants to do as he licks and sucks at your sensitive spots

playing with your pussy for his own enjoyment

spanking you for being a brat

CHOSO

rubbing your clothed pussy over his dick before he gets too needy and fucks you

he can’t help eating your pussy even after you’ve cum already

sitting on his face while he’s distracted on his phone

making out naked and getting touchy

breeding your pussy on your cute picnic date

making him cum through his underwear

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life's too short - Viktor x gn!Reader Smut

Notes: I think this is so much softer and more emotional than any of us were expecting 😳 the anon specifically mentioned a GN!Reader for this, so I kept it to oral so as not to describe the reader physically, I hope thats okay! I read that Viktor moved to the Academy at 19, and this is set around Season 1 act 2/3, making him and the reader around 30-1 for this fic. Warnings/Rating: MDNI Smut, oral (male receiving), making out, angst, whiney/subby Viktor, swearing, reader is a prostitute | 18+ for smut Wordcount: 3.2k Synopsis/Request: Hii just a lil request for Jayce or Viktor (your choice) wanting to try something new and visiting a brothel in Zaun for the first time and meeting an old face 🫣 gn reader!!

Masterlist | Dialogue Prompt list

He usually prides himself on managing his stress levels fairly well. Or at least managing to hide his stress well enough that he didn’t have people asking him if he needed a break, or pestering him about taking it easy. 

This month in particular, however, had been too much, even by his standards. 

Between Jayce spending less time in the lab and doctors pestering him every few days about treatment plans, he was close to breaking point and nothing had been able to release it. Not even his well-practised hand had been able to work the tension from his body sufficiently. 

It was true that it had been a painfully long time since he had managed to get his dick wet. Between his illness and the demands of Hextech, there wasn’t exactly time to meet anyone, and his worsening leg meant he wasn’t as fond of stumbling home with someone from a bar as he had been when he was just a 20-something student at the academy. 

He was, to put it simply, pent up. And admitting it to himself had only led him to one conclusion. He needed to get laid. And there was only one place to do that quickly with no questions asked. 

He ducked into the establishment quietly, the thrum of nerves bubbling in his chest as he stepped awkwardly down the corridor, lavisous sounds echoing from rooms beside him as he raised his knuckles to knock on the office door and swallowing thickly when it opened. 

The old Yordle that opened it looked him up and down quickly, a well-practised smile etched on her worn face. “What will it be, sugar?” she drawled, leaning against the door frame and eyeing up his suit. He had changed from his uniform, but all his clothes now screamed Piltie, even when he tried to dress subdued. Whatever he wore, they still all felt so alien to him. 

“Ehm, a-anyone,” he eked out nervously, more unsure of himself now than he had been in years.  

She huffed a soft laugh, taking a drag of her cigarette, “You’re down home now, sweetheart, no need to look so scared,” she drawled, setting his hairs on end as she saw right through him. She nodded down the corridor, “room six. I know what you need. Pay on your way out.” 

He nodded a polite thank you before he made down the corridor again, eyes flicking anxiously from room to room until he found six, stepping through the curtain and relieving a long breath as he sat back on the old, worn velvet couch. His gaze flicked around the room as he waited, unable to settle on any one specific thing as nerves bubbled in his chest, wondering if this is really what would fix the tension between his temples. 

His breath hitched in his throat when the curtain pulled to the side, his jaw falling slack and mouth drying when his eyes fell on your face. He could feel the blood drain from his cheeks, his heart hammering behind his ribs so roughly he was worried that it would fracture them. 

“Viktor?” Your voice was more of a confused gasp than anything else. He shuffled on the work velvet seat to sit more upright, fingers gripping his cane so tightly he was surprised it didn’t break. He simply gawped at you for a moment, his brain rendered near empty upon seeing you for the first time since he left for the Academy. Save for one thought — fuck. 

He swallowed thickly, watching you tighten your robe around you, registering the panic in your movements and struggling to find words. “Wha-what are you doing here?” Your words came out strained. 

He could almost feel the embarrassment rolling off you in waves and his heart clenched, a sudden guilt weighing heavily in his stomach at what had become of the two of you. What he had risen to and left you to bear. 

“What are you doing here?” He returned your question, his throat tight. In all his times imagining seeing you again, not once did he imagine this. 

You looked anywhere but him for a moment, eyes fixing on where his hands rested on his cane to avoid his hazel eyes. “Not all of us get fancy academy jobs,” you huffed an awkward laugh, but he saw how your fingers clenched at the fabric of your robe.

The fabric covered little more than the limits of your torso, riding high on your thighs so as to leave once a little to the imagination. The neckline cut deeply, too, or would do when you didn’t have it pulled firmly around yourself, to show off the deep v of your chest down to your sternum. 

He tore his eyes away, flicking back to your own as you finally met his gaze, skin flushing a deep red in the shame of being caught staring. 

He started to press his weight into his cane, moving to stand, “this was a mistake, I should go.” He shook his head to try and clear them of his guilty thoughts, only for you to stop him, your hand pushing against his shoulder as he moved to step past you. 

You looked at him, doe eyed, your lips slightly parted as you looked him up and down subtly. At this proximity, he could feel your breath hitch slightly as your tongue darted out to wet your lips. 

“You look good, Viktor.” 

His name dropping from your lips had always made him weak, but now it was damn near melting him. There was still a sickening churning in his stomach, however. 

“Please, don’t run your routine on me. Not you.” He rasped, although he was finding it difficult to look away. Your grasp on his shoulder was weak – he could easily push past you and continue out if he wanted to. Yet his feet stayed rooted firmly to the ground. 

“I’m not,” you faltered, hurt returning to your eyes. “I– I just didn’t expect to see you again. Let alone here. It’s been so long.” 

He huffed a sad laugh, “eleven years and eight months, to be precise.” He felt something in his sternum flutter when you chuckled – a genuine warm sound that resounded in his head. 

You both settled into silence that skirted around being comfortable as you just looked at each other, as if you were both silently mapping each other's features to compare them to what you had memorized all those years ago. 

“You can just stay and chat, you know,” you offered quietly, your voice unsure again as you gestured loosely to the couch. “We don’t all just…” you trailed off and he saw your throat bob with an awkward swallow. 

He nodded softly, “of course,” watching you sit across the couch with one arm folded on the back, head resting lightly on your fist before he slid tentatively beside you, easing back into the cushions, unable to tear his gaze away. 

“How’s life in the big city?” You asked, your eyes softening. 

His lips ticked up into a wistful smile, “almost everything we ever imagined.” 

“Almost?” You teased softly, brow raising. 

He hesitated for a moment, wetting his lips as he tried to work out the best way of saying it was nothing without you there to share it with him without scaring you off. 

He remembered the last time he saw you vividly. How you had helped him drag his only suitcase into the cable car, letting you babble on and on about him coming to visit because he knew if you stopped talking you would have cried. And he hated seeing you cry. 

His skin still tingled whenever he thought of the night before, how you had both fallen into your cramped bed together, waking up limbs tangled and wearing nothing but your sheets. 

He remembered how he had promised to come back, only to never find the courage. It hurt him too much to see what he had left you to, his guilt eating away at him for years as he slept in golden gilded apartments and wore well fitting clothes that didn’t have holes in them. Because he didn’t deserve them, and he was sure as hell you’d only grow resentful of them. And rightly so. How him not coming back was better for both of you, letting you move on.

You had both been so young, after all. 

“All that time topside finally worn out your brain?” You teased, your hand coming to rest on his softly, flinching him out of his thoughts. The touch only made it harder for him to focus, his head swimming. 

He finally let out a breathy chuckle, “no, sorry.” He took another deep inhale, “it’s very…” he trailed off, trying to find the right word. He didn’t miss how your eyes flicked over his well-fitting suit. 

“Different?” You filled in for him, sounding quieter and his heart clenched. 

He shuffled awkwardly, moving his hand from under yours. “Yes, different.” He paused for a moment more, building the courage to look at you again. “How have you been?” 

Your lips pressed into a tight, practised smile. “I’m okay. Better than a lot of the others.” Despite your tight tone you sounded genuine. “I’m well looked after here, I always have a meal on the table – It’s not too bad really. Babette looks out for us all.” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t visit,” he hated how pathetic his voice sounded, choking out awkwardly. 

Your small shrug hurt. “It’s okay, like you say, it’s busy up there.” Your smile didn’t reach your eyes. 

“That’s no excuse,” he rushed to chastise himself. “I never forgot about you, you know that, don’t you?” 

A look of genuine shock crossed your features momentarily, but you hid it well. “I know,” it was a lie. He could tell. 

He reached out gently again, his hand clasping yours and encouraging you to look at him. He prayed you couldn’t feel the way his skin clammed up as his heart raced, desperate to have your eyes on him again. “I mean it. I thought about you every day – to the point of distraction,” his voice wavered, barely above a whisper. “Despite it all, I never stopped loving you.”

His panic set in as he watched you process his words, sitting silently and pulling in a breath that racked your chest. “After all this time?” 

His eyes flicked down to your lips fleetingly, forcing down the lump in his throat, “Of course. I think a part of me knew if I came back I wouldn’t be able to leave you again. It was hard enough the first time, and I don’t think I want to do it again–” 

He was cut off by your lips pressing to his, his mind immediately going blank as you pushed yourself onto his lap. His hands immediately flew to your hips to steady you against him, groaning as you squeezed your thighs around him gently, breathing in your scent as it washed over him in nostalgic waves. 

Your lips rolled over his messily, your brow lightly furrowed as you cupped his sallow cheeks in your soft hands, kissing him with all the desperation you could muster. It was rushed and unpractised as you bit his lower lip gently, dragging a gasp from his lungs, your tongue instantly taking advantage of it to roll your tongue over his tantalizingly. In an instant, he was 19 again, with you beneath him in your bed. 

You pulled away slightly for breath, dragging your lips down his neck as his head tilted back to allow you, your hand instinctively weaving itself into his hair at the nape of his neck. The strands were longer now but you didn't seem to mind as you tangled it around your fingers and tugged gently, eliciting a shockingly pathetic whine from his lips – one that had him flushing with embarrassment as he realised just how touch starved he had been. 

“Let me take care of you, please?” you muttered against his skin. He swallowed roughly, Adam’s apple bobbing beneath your lips. 

“You don’t ha-”

“I want to,” you interrupted him. He searched your eyes for a moment, “It will be nice not having to pretend it's you for a change,” you admitted softly, eyes leaving his for a moment in shame. 

He brought his fingers up gingerly to your jaw, fingers softly lifting your eyes back up to meet his. “You’ll never have to pretend again,” he promised sincerely, lips ticking into an emotional smile as you bit your lip. 

You surged forward again, hot kisses more fervent now as you grinned against his lips, hands finding the sensitive spot against his scalp again and tugging a little more roughly, again pulling a whiney groan from his lips. 

“You haven’t changed, I see?” you teased as your lips made their way down his skin again as his fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons, kissing each inch of skin as he freed it from the soft fabric. 

“Let me,” you purred softly as you batted his hands away from where they trembled against his belt buckle, your dexterous fingers making light work of it and flicking open the buttons beneath. You had let your kimono fall more loosely around you now, the deep V showing off more of your skin. His eyes trailed down shamelessly and he brought a hand up gingerly, trailing his fingers over the soft expanse of your abdomen, smirking when you shivered under his touch. You stopped him, your hand clasping his wrist tenderly, “Just wanna help you,” you pleaded softly, “at least this time, at least here.” 

He nodded shakily, your fingers drifting over his growing bulge as you slid down between his parted legs to your knees, fingers trailing down his thigh and over the mechanical brace that encased his leg. 

“Let me,” he offered uneasily, trembling fingers ghosting over yours as he struggled with the releases for a moment until they popped out of place, thankful you didn’t choose now to start your inevitable questions as he shoved it to one side and let you drag his trousers down, lifting his hips as best he could to help you and letting his cock spring free with a hiss. 

He watched as your tongue darted out to wet your lips, hands dragging themselves over the pale skin of his thighs towards where his leaking cock lay flush against his stomach, tip dark pink and flushing as it leaked precum. It was astounding the effect you still had on him. 

You leaned forward slowly, dragging your tongue up the thick vein that ran along the underside and he sighed, fingers digging into the pillows beside him as his head fell back at the slightest of touches. 

“Gonna take care of you,” you sighed, one hand wrapping slowly around the base of his cock and squeezing in a tight ring, trapping the blood for just a moment and leaving him gasping. “So hungry for touch, hm?” 

He nodded pathetically, hips bucking against your hand as you breath fanned over him. You chuckled lovingly, placing a barely-there kiss to the weeping slit. “Missed you, Viktor.” 

He didn’t have time to process a response before you sunk down on him, splitting your lips around his cock and sucking him in, bottoming out with a small gag. 

He whined at the warmth of your cheeks as they surrounded him, hollowing as you pulled off of him with a pop, working him with your hand, your saliva drooling down him and acting as lube as you pumped him, circling your wrist as you did so. 

His back arched away from the cushions as you pulled him between your lips again, twirling your tongue around the tip and flicking attentively at the slit, lapping up his salty precum loyally before sinking back down around him again, bobbing your head halfway down his cock teasingly. 

He pulled his head back up shakily, cracking his eyes open to watch you as you swallowed around him, hand and head moving in perfect unison around him, bringing him to the brink before easing off with practised ease. He was surprised he didn’t cum just from a brush of your fingers it had been so long. 

He brought his hand to your head experientially, pressing down on your scalp gently and you took the hint, sinking back down him fully until his tip nudged the back of your throat, forcing a gag that had your eyes watering. 

He whimpered as his balls clenched, “Y-you’re so good at this – take me s-so well.” Every syllable was effort as you doubled down on your movements, slurping loudly on his cock as your drool dropped down his shaft to his balls. He was well aware that his hair was plastered to his forehead at this point, sweat beading along his skin as he sunk down on the couch, struggling to support his own weight as his mind turned to jelly, every inch of his skin on fire under your touch. Even his loose, undone shirt was sticking to his torso as his bare chest heaved. 

“Ahh- nghh,” He practically cried when your spare hand came up to cup his balls, rolling them curiously between your fingers. His fingers tightened their grip on your head as he bucked up into you uncontrollably, his eyes squeezed shut again as his heels dug into the floor for leverage. His movements were pathetic against you, rutting into you like a teenager again as he grasped for you, your name falling from his lips like a prayer, mixed with words in a language he knew you wouldn’t understand as the tension in his stomach built, his balls and cock twitching in your grasp. 

“Gonna–” he could barely croak out the word as the band snapped. He came in hot spurts, whining and thrashing as he released into your throat, coating your tongue with his spend as you lapped it up, pressing him deeper into your mouth as you continued to work him through his orgasm, fingers still squeezing his balls for every drop even when he was whimpering and pulling his hips away from you, tears beading in the corners of his eyes. As you slowed, letting his slowly softening cock go with a few final attentive licks, cleaning his slit of his sticky spend. 

He laid there for a moment, eyes still closed as he gasped for breath, only half aware of you moving until he felt a soft cloth on him, eyes fluttering open to see you cleaning him up diligently. He rushed to stop you, flushing with awkwardness only for you to bat him away with a soft smile, tossing the cloth to the side before helping him with his clothes again, tucking yourself back by his side as he buttoned up his shirt. 

“I want you to come with me,” he muttered softly, fingers brushing across your cheek after tightening his brace again. 

“Vik-” 

“No, no protests,” he shook his head, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “I am not leaving you behind again. Life’s too short.” he ignored your worried look as he kissed you again, stopping any questions before they could form on your lips. “Get your things together. I’m doing what I should have done years ago.” 

Sloppy comic based on me and my friends conversation on my bday last week 😝🥳 this is pretty much verbatim hahaha

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

toji “i’m not gay” fushiguro letting shiu fuck him (not in a gay way because he’s def not gay)

“fuuuuuck.” toji groans, digging his heels into the sheets where he has his knees bent. shiu’s hand around his cock is so tight, stroking him off steadily while he eats him out.

toji burries his hand in shius hair and grips the strands roughly, making shiu grunt against his ass. “fuck, so rough. this is how you say thank you for eating your ass?” he teases, kissing his thigh before sucking on his balls while teasing toji’s cockhead with his fingers.

toji sucks air in through his teeth, eyes fluttering. “don’t kiss me, and you know you like it.” he yanks on shius hair again, emphasizing his words when he grunts in pleasure, lips popping off of his balls.

“so i can burry my tongue here?” shiu says, sucking and licking against his hole, making toji buck against his face. shiu shakes his head back and forth, letting his tongue sloppily lick him down there, before he pulls back. “but i can’t kiss you?”

“it’s fucking weird, i’m not a woman.” toji grunts, slapping shius hand out of the way to jerk himself off when he goes too slow for his liking.

shiu smirks predatorily and climbs up the bed, taking his own cock in his hand while he slides himself between tojis legs. “no, you definitely aren’t.” he agrees, teasing tojis hole with the tip of his cock by rubbing it up at down.

toji bites his lip, jerking his dripping cock faster. “hurry up, don’t have all day.” he grunts, squeezing shius waist with his knees.

shiu presses the tip of his cock against his hole harder, teasing him to the tip before pulling back out. “what if i want to hear you beg?” shiu teases, nudging toji’s balls with his cock and making him groan.

“i’m not begging for your cock, i’m not gay.” toji grunts, reaching down to grip shuis thigh while undulating his hips up and down.

shiu smiles and drags his cock back to tojis asshole, finally giving him what he wants. toji groans long and low, gripping the base of his cock in an iron hold to prevent himself from cumming prematurely while he presses his lips together, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“my cock is in your ass, zenin.” shiu says, pulling out to give toji a shallow thrust. toji immediately grunts when he finds that sweet spot inside him right away.

“so?” he replies breathily, begining to stroke his cock when shiu starts pumping into him steadily.

shiu wraps his arms around tojis thick thighs, holding them to his chest before he starts to pick up the pace, balls slapping welty against tojis ass as he pounds his hole. “you said you’re not gay, but you let me put my cock in your ass.”

tojis eyes are rolling back in his head, and he grits his teeth, reaching up with one hand to pinch his sensitive nipple while stroking himself off. shiu pounds right against his prostate with each thrust, making his stomach heat. “shut the fuck up. fuck. shit, fuck that feels fucking good.”

shiu bites his lip before poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, leaning back to angle his hips upwards more. he’s rewarded by a loud grunt from toji when he pegs his prostate dead on. the slapping of his balls against tojis ass is so vulgar and aggressive, he loves it.

“feels good when a cock massages your prostate, huh?” shiu teases, watching toji act like a slut on his cock, pinching his nipples and tightening his hole like a pro.

“doesn’t- make me fucking gay, fuck!!” he borderline yells when shiu presses his legs down by his head, lifting his ass off the mattress as he starts pounding him deep.

“god, i’m in ur fucking stomach zenin. you like that doll? huh?”

his only response is tojis hand smacking against his lips to shut him up. shiu darts his tongue out and instantly is met with the taste of his salty cum. toji is still pinching his nipples, but he let his cock go to shut him up. now it’s bouncing freely against his stomach, so red and hard, almost ready to burst. shiu wants so badly to suck it down his throat and relieve his ache.

“give it to me harder, know you can do better than that, cmon.” toji grunts. shius balls throb when toji slaps his ass before digging his nails into the fat of it, still pinching his nipple so hard it looks borderline painful.

“your hole is so tight, zenin. you feelin it? cos im gonna cum.”

toji starts fucking him back harder, cock slapping well against his stomach, leaving a pool of pre on his abdomen. “you’re such a- one minute man, make me cum first. selfish- fucking-“ tojis mouth falls open in a silent moan when shiu stars pounding harder, deeper, faster.

tojis cock erupts, his balls pushing out his cum all over his torso as he orgasms handsfree. his seed shoots all over his chest, some even getting on his chin as he tips his head back and groans like his soul is leaving his body.

“oh yeah baby, fuuuck. milking my fucking cock. god you’re so sexy cumming without touching your dick. fuck!!” shiu isn’t far behind him. he presses his body weight down on toji and stills as he spills his seed inside his tight asshole, grunting when rope after rope fills him.

both men breath heavily coming down from their orgasms. shius head is burried in tojis neck, and toji curses at him when shiu kisses his chest. pushing off of his body, still inside him, he teasingly thrusts his softening cock inside his ass. “think it’s gay to have an ass full of cum, zenin?”

Y/N: “Smash”

Angel & Husker: *Spits out drink*

Alastor: Dear, please stop saying ‘smash’ every time I walk past you.