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nixonio

3 years ago

sub shoto! pls pegging him and fking him dumb- overstimming him just to see his fked out face

To be honest, seeing Shoto's normally calm expression morph into Ahegao would be far too good, don't you think?

Shoto never really had time to touch himself, even when he was back in highschool. He found himself far too fixated on his heroic goals to even think about it. So when he became a pro it was no different, worse even. Poor guy had worked himself to the bone, so you'd decided to...help him out.

After about an hour of searching with Adam & Eve, you'd found the prettiest strap on(conveniently Shoto themed), and rushed to throw it into your cart.

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"H-haAh~ Y/N, b-baby...so- AhHh~ s-so good~"

You found yourself indulging in the wonderful strap you’d made note of awhile back.

Shoto had been face down, drooling onto the pillow beneath him as he greedily indulged in the pool of pleasure he’d been drowning in. His mind had become a puddle. You’d found it hard to believe but endless moans fell from Shoto’s lips, hiccups occuring each time your hips smacked against his. Shoto’s tongue fell out as he mindlessly fucked himself back onto you. Such a state was unfamiliar to you, such a contrast to his usual stoic demeanor.

“A-ah! Plea-ease, Wanna..wanna cum...g-gonna-” Poor thing curled his toes, one hand gripping the sheets as the other reached back to jerk himself off. His eye rolled back farther than he’d believed to be possible. Shoto’s wrist began to spasm as his lover’s delicious cock abused his prostate, jamming into it with seemingly no end in sight. “Oh, baby~ you shouldn’t do that..” you cooed after realizing the dilemma between his legs. Your cool fingertips tiptoed down his back, bringing a new sensation of pleasure to him. His back arched slightly as a response. “Don’t worry, I have just the thing to help. So be a good boy and move that pretty hand of yours~”

Shoto, being the good boy he was, willed himself to let go of his desperate cock(of course, followed by gripping onto the sheets for dear life. “Please..p-please..! S-so close...! Wanna..o-oh gods- s-so good.”

“It’s ok baby, just hold out a lil longer. I promise I’ll let you cum.” And just as promised, you pulled out another toy, one that’d caught your attention while searching on other websites.

An onahole.

It was clear, and due to the seemingly endless flow of precum coming from your precious boy’s cock, you didn’t need lube. Constant begging fell from his lips as you tapped his side gently, a familiar gesture which signaled him to roll onto his back(which he did very well, despite the trembling of his own body).

With this action, you were granted the masterpiece you’d created. Tears streamed down his cheeks, along with a waterfall of drool sliding down the corner of his lip. Along with this waterfall of liquid, came mindless babbling. “So good, w-want more..p-plea...” his sentences became incoherent, his eyes dizzy and unfocused. He didn’t seem to be focused on you, despite his mind allowing him to think only of you.

Fulfilling his wish, you slipped the onahole onto his twitching shaft, watching as he reacted immediately. Shoto’s back arched forward, eyes rolling back once again as you jerked him off yourself(which felt much better to him, anyway). “Go ahead, baby.” You spoke, though you weren’t sure he heard you through his own broken sobs. As soon as you said the word though “It’s alright, cum for me~” Shoto’s head shot back, crying to the heavens as he released thick ropes of his seed into the artificial pussy(that in no way compared to yours).

It seemed Shoto may have tricked himself into believing that it was over, so when you continued to jerk him off after only about thirty seconds to recover, he was more than surprised. If his delirious cries had anything to say about it. He would make an attempt to stop you, though. “N-no more, c-can’t take..can’t-” Before he’d spurt out more thick rope into his new favorite toy. The giddy smile on his face said otherwise, though. And the tip of your fake cock ramming into his sensitive spots definitely didn’t help his case. He’d contradict himself

”More, p-p-please! I-I can’t- d-don’t- f-fuck- yes!!”

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After about four different orgasms in different positions, you’d let him rest. He heaved into your chest, enjoying the praises you began to give him, telling him how he’d done so well for you, how perfect he was. It continued of course, until you’d soothed him into dreamland.