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[kazuyorulvr]

[TAGS; sub!nagumo, cock ring, degrading,praise...idk what else]

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His wrists were bound above his head, tied to the headboard where he couldn’t pull free no matter how hard he strained. The cockring sat snug around him, every twitch and pulse making him whimper louder as if even his own body was betraying him.

“I haven’t even given you permission to move yet.” Your voice cut through his ragged breathing, and Nagumo’s hips jerked up as if begging for mercy.

“I’m not–” he started, sharp-tongued like always, but the way his voice cracked killed whatever smugness he was trying to keep. He bit down on a groan when you wrapped your hand around him, stroking just enough to make his thighs tremble.

“Not what? stop whining like some pathetic slut?”. That word had him arching. His face twisted like he hated how much it got to him, but the shiver running down his chest gave him away. His cock twitched violently against the band, and he yanked against the restraints until his wrists burned.

“Fuckplease, let me–” He gasped, words tumbling out faster, losing that smugness in a mess of begging. “I’ll do whatever, just don’t stop—”

Your hand stilled instantly, and his breath hitched. His hips thrust uselessly at air, cock twitching and leaking, the ring keeping him right on the brink but refusing to let him tip over.

“You’ll do whatever?” you asked, leaning close until your lips brushed his ear. “You think I don’t already know that? You’re mine to ruin, Nagumo.” He shuddered, eyes glassy as he turned his face toward you, so needy it almost hurt to look at him.

“You’re so easy to break. All I have to do is touch you a little and you’re begging like a bitch in heat. That’s all you are right now, my messy, slutty little toy.”

“Fuck, fuck, I am—” His voice cracked again, nodding his head fast,sobbing when you gave a rough pump, the ring keeping him trapped in that unbearable high. “I’m your slut, just let me cum pleasepleaseplease”

You stroked him again, slower this time, dragging it out while his body writhed against the sheets. His thighs trembled, stomach tight, cock angry red and dripping all over your fingers.

“That’s it. That’s what I want to hear. You’re perfect like this, completely ruined and begging for me.”

Nagumo’s head tipped back, mouth open as if he couldn’t even form words anymore. He was all need now, stripped down to raw desperation, the cocky edge gone. He wanted it too bad, wanted you too bad, and all he could do was take what you gave him, bound, helpless and ruined.

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[kazuyorulvr]

Your favorite headache.

You were bent over your desk with a red pen in hand, muttering under your breath about inconsistent thesis statements. The class you taught ended over an hour ago, but your favorite headache still hadn’t left yet. Not that he ever did.

Sephiroth was beside the bookshelf with his arms crossed, scanning your stack of returned essays like a hawk. His eyes narrowed when he spotted one particular name. Genesis Rhapsodos. It was scrawled in your usual blue ink, with a golden moogle sticker you used for students who showed improvement.

You didn’t even notice the change in his usual stoic demeanor, too caught up in grading.

“Hm? You’re still here?” You asked, looking up at him with a tiny smile. “You can go home, Sephiroth. I’m just finishing these up-”

“Why did he get a sticker?”

You blinked. “What?”

Sephiroth stepped forward, placing the paper on your desk with the precise care of someone setting down a weapon. “Genesis. You praised his use of literary parallels. You wrote ‘well done.’”

You opened your mouth, unsure whether you should be amused or concerned. “...He did do well.”

“Not as well as me,” His voice had the slightest traces of venom in it. You laughed nervously and went back to your grading.

“Sephiroth, it’s not a competition.”

“Of course, it isn't.” he said curtly, lowering himself into the seat across from you, his eyes locked onto yours.

He watched you in silence after that, chin resting on his hand, like he was waiting for you to say or do something else. When you sighed during the awkward silence, he reached out and plucked your red pen from your hand.

“What are you doing?”

“I’ll help,” he said coolly. “So you’ll have more time for... whatever we'll do soon.”

You didn’t recall agreeing to whatever was happening soon, but judging by the dark, smug look on his face, and the way he angled his leg just enough to brush against yours under the desk, and that he started grading in your handwriting?! Okay, perhaps you’d been letting this teacher’s pet get a little too close for a while now.

And maybe... just maybe, it was already far too late to stop him.

Inspired by a Yandere Student Seph prompt a while back!

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May I request a hos au where the darling wants a hug but doesn't really know how to ask? If you did this please feel free to delete this ask

Also I'm hooked on how you write the hos au 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Absolutely! I hope I can continue to make you guys happy!

༻❁༺ OG Sephiroth He senses it before she does. She wants something. But she won’t say it.

Later, she stands behind him in silence, watching the wind stir the curtains. He doesn’t turn around yet.

“You are allowed to reach for me,” he says calmly. “Even if you tremble while doing so.”

When her fingers finally brush his back, he turns and folds her into his arms like she belongs there. Because she does.

༻❁༺ Dissidia Sephiroth He notices it when she hovers just a little too close while he’s meditating. When she stays in the doorway longer than necessary. Her eyes dart to his hands, then to the space beside him.

She doesn’t speak. But she wants.

So one time, he ends his meditation session early and offers an arm to the darling. A simple invitation.

When she doesn’t move, he moves closer, brushing past her. Then, low in her ear: “Stop calculating what I’ll allow. Take what you need.”

Her body slots into his like it was designed for it.

༻❁༺ C.C. Sephiroth (Nibelheim Incident) He sees her fidgeting again. Her hands twitch as if they’re holding back something. He doesn’t understand at first. But when she sighs, staring at the floor and avoiding his eyes, his eyes light up.

“Do you need a hug, mother!?”

She doesn’t answer. But the small blush is enough.

He immediately throws his arms open.

“My arms are the perfect size for you!”

The hug he gives is so tight it lifts her off the ground. She complains, of course, but never tells him to stop. Later, he’s the one who can’t let go.

༻❁༺ 7R Sephiroth She stands there. Close, but not touching. Looking at his coat sleeve like it might reach for her first.

“…What?” he finally mutters, not even glancing up.

“Nothing,” she says.

Tch. Liar.

He sighs and puts his Masamune down. He doesn’t offer a hug. Doesn’t even move. But when she starts to walk away, he grabs her wrist and pulls her gently back.

“You’re fidgety. That means you need me,” he says like it’s obvious.

He wraps one arm around her waist, presses his cheek lazily to her temple. “I’ll keep you until you stop squirming.”

༻❁༺ AC Sephiroth She passes by him five times. Each time slower than the last. Each time glancing just a little longer. Each time pretending she wasn’t.

Eventually, he speaks.

“You act as if you’ve moved on, but your soul still yearns for mine.”

She stops in her tracks. The silence between them stretches like thread between fingers.

He approaches her without a sound and gently touches her back.

“You don’t have to pretend,” he says, arms folding her in. “Your silence is as loud as your heartbeat.”

༻❁༺ Fem!Sephiroth She probably feels it sooner than her male counterparts. And it bothers her more too. The way darling won’t meet her eyes. The way her hands keep rubbing her arms like she’s cold, even though the room is warm.

“Darling…”

No answer. Just a shrug.

So she walks over and bumps her forehead into Darling’s shoulder like a disgruntled cat.

“I know what you want,” she huffs. “You think I wouldn’t know what a lonely girl looks like? I’m looking at one.”

Then she scoops her up (a dramatic, bridal-carry style!) and flops onto the couch with her.

“We’re hugging. It’s simply non-negotiable. You may scream, but you will be loved.” 😈

༻❁༺ KH Sephiroth He catches her scrutinizing his wing again. She always does that when she’s unsure.

He doesn’t ask. Instead, he reaches out with his wing and draws it around her shoulders like a curtain.

“You didn’t need to speak,” he says. “I heard you anyway.”

༻❁༺ Thea (Theatrhythm Sephiroth) He watches her from the couch. She’s pacing. Thinking. Frowning.

He then waddles up to her, holding up his tiny arms, almost as if he's saying, "“…Hug?”

She pauses with surprise. “How did you know?”

He blinks, looking down at her socks, as if saying that was her signal. He always knew she liked to wear the sad socks.

She picks him up. He squeaks. They cuddle.

Later, she finds a note drawn in crayon:

“When you feel small, I’ll be even smaller. Then we can be big together.”

1k followers on this blog finally 👀

[kazuyorulvr]

Shin with a perverted fem reader, she would think the nasties sht to prank shin

cw... sub!virigin!shin, dom!fem!reader, handjob

Employee of the month: [Name].

It was the first thing Shin saw when he was walking out of the break room, plastered right in the middle of the door.

Immediate disbelief.

“Oh? Looks like you didn’t get employee of the month this time… Sakamoto’s gonna think you’re a slacker.”

Lu. She was laughing at him, and she had no idea what Shin goes through on a daily basis since they hired you.

“Shut up, Lu! This is rigged! [Name] has been throwing me off!”

“Reallyyyy now? How so?”

He froze.

Honestly, he had to applaud your skills. As soon as a customer entered the store (your favorite time to do this), you'd disappear behind the shelves, pretending to restock the shelves while you watch Shin between the cracks.

Then it played like a movie. Unlike how Heisuke thinks in simple pictures, yours were far too detailed, had too many close-ups, and flustered him no matter how many times you'd done it.

Oh, he fucking hated it. Both in real time and in your mind, he was falling apart at the sight of you, with your pretty manicured hands wrapping around the base of his cock, eyes peeking behind lashes as you stroked him with a smile. Somehow your apron would come off along with your shirt, tits barely covered by the fabric of your bra, and he'd wouldn’t be able to look at you without rosy cheeks for the rest of the day.

And why was he always such a mess? Is that how you see him? Biting back his moans, blushing uncontrollably, grasping at whatever he can but unsure of what to do, eagerly waiting for your guidance. Yes, he was a virgin, but did you have to take that into account every time you tortured him like this?!

"Don't tell me you're blaming your perverted thoughts on [Name]?"

His face was hot.

"T-that's not—you wouldn't understand!"

You wouldn’t even bat an eye afterward. How the hell was he supposed to bring this up?

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[TAGS; sub!nagumo, cock ring, degrading,praise...idk what else]

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His wrists were bound above his head, tied to the headboard where he couldn’t pull free no matter how hard he strained. The cockring sat snug around him, every twitch and pulse making him whimper louder as if even his own body was betraying him.

“I haven’t even given you permission to move yet.” Your voice cut through his ragged breathing, and Nagumo’s hips jerked up as if begging for mercy.

“I’m not–” he started, sharp-tongued like always, but the way his voice cracked killed whatever smugness he was trying to keep. He bit down on a groan when you wrapped your hand around him, stroking just enough to make his thighs tremble.

“Not what? stop whining like some pathetic slut?”. That word had him arching. His face twisted like he hated how much it got to him, but the shiver running down his chest gave him away. His cock twitched violently against the band, and he yanked against the restraints until his wrists burned.

“Fuckplease, let me–” He gasped, words tumbling out faster, losing that smugness in a mess of begging. “I’ll do whatever, just don’t stop—”

Your hand stilled instantly, and his breath hitched. His hips thrust uselessly at air, cock twitching and leaking, the ring keeping him right on the brink but refusing to let him tip over.

“You’ll do whatever?” you asked, leaning close until your lips brushed his ear. “You think I don’t already know that? You’re mine to ruin, Nagumo.” He shuddered, eyes glassy as he turned his face toward you, so needy it almost hurt to look at him.

“You’re so easy to break. All I have to do is touch you a little and you’re begging like a bitch in heat. That’s all you are right now, my messy, slutty little toy.”

“Fuck, fuck, I am—” His voice cracked again, nodding his head fast,sobbing when you gave a rough pump, the ring keeping him trapped in that unbearable high. “I’m your slut, just let me cum pleasepleaseplease”

You stroked him again, slower this time, dragging it out while his body writhed against the sheets. His thighs trembled, stomach tight, cock angry red and dripping all over your fingers.

“That’s it. That’s what I want to hear. You’re perfect like this, completely ruined and begging for me.”

Nagumo’s head tipped back, mouth open as if he couldn’t even form words anymore. He was all need now, stripped down to raw desperation, the cocky edge gone. He wanted it too bad, wanted you too bad, and all he could do was take what you gave him, bound, helpless and ruined.

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[kazuyorulvr]

shin saying papa just awoken something so primal in me wow great job

Shin + papa just fits so well.

He only gets to the point of calling you daddy,papa blah blah when he's overwhelmed. Shouldn't be too hard since anything you do can get him like that; especially praise in that soft spoken tone ughghh he'll nod in agreement, mind way too hazy to process your words properly but he tries his best to push through.

I think it's so fun to condition him to associate 'papa' with a throbbing sensation inside of him — he clenches around nothing. When he hears the word fall from your lips, his eyes widen and he whines quietly. So you should keep that language to yourself 😡👊

[kazuyorulvr]

MIGHT write a continuation of the actual smut. (mayb)

Geto! Who loves when you easily give in to him even when he doesn't fully listen to you all of the time.

Geto! Who enjoys when your hand rub all over his body when your pleasuring him.

Geto! Who loves when you'd reward him after he'd been behaving good for you.

Still, Geto couldn't help but act as an annoying, cocky little slut while you were out hanging with friends. He just had to rile you up. Your phone buzzed, a video from your boyfriend, suguru, laid out on the bed, lips slick with spit, legs spreaded and moaning your name so irresistibly......he must've really wanted it—messing with the rules.

By the time you walked through the door you were met with his body shaking and sweaty, chest heaving with every heavy ragged breaths, hand in his boxers,he glanced towards the door, looking up at you with dangerous and inviting eyes.

You stepped closer without a word. His eyes tracked yours the whole way, he bit his lip holding back wanting to say something smart but thought better of it.

"Hands". He obeyed your order immediately. Getting more aroused seeing you eyeing his now slicked and messy hand.

You walked over to the drawer pulling out the crimson rope. The bratty smile on his face faltered. He knew what was coming—and how far you could go.

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[kazuyorulvr]

18+ | just thought of vampire!reader and sub!nagumo | biting n blood

Something was off about you from the moment he met you. He could never put his finger on it, as if you were already aware he was onto you, but you didn’t let anything slip by.

But he never missed how your eyes trailed from his lips to his jaw, gaze steady when it rested near his jugular. How your eyes lingered for just a half-second longer than at his other features, before you swiftly returned your eyes to his dark ones.

You hid your fangs well, but just once you licked his finger jokingly, sharp canines grazing against his tattooed knuckles before you realized any further would tempt you too much.

It kept him on his toes. Was he simply a blood bag you were keeping around, or was there something more behind your hesitancy?

What he couldn’t deny was his interest—what would it feel like to have your fangs piercing through his flesh? Is it as sedative as they say? How much could he take before he passed out? How would his blood compare to the others you’ve drunk from? Why haven’t you tried his blood yet?

How could he make you lose control? Putting his life on the line purely for his curiosity wasn’t anything new, but he was starting to think his interest was growing into something else. Surely, he wouldn’t be aroused if he was bitten by you…

So can you imagine the euphoria he felt when you succumbed to your desire, gripping his waist as he bared his neck for you, finally—finally, your fangs were sinking themselves deep, the sharp pain accompanied by a rush of dopamine, heat spreading through his veins like a wildfire. Blood trickled from the wound, staining his white t-shirt.

He was all but whimpering, his breathing suddenly ragged, small noises abruptly leaving his mouth each second. Even as his knees began to grow weak, he couldn’t see himself asking you to stop, not when he realized his dick actually enjoyed this. The ache overshadowed any rational thoughts, his mind only thinking of succumbing to your touch.

“Don’t stop…” he mumbled. “And don’t think of drinking—hah—anyone else’s blood—mmngh—besides mine…”

[kazuyorulvr]

Geto! Who loves when you easily give in to him even when he doesn't fully listen to you all of the time.

Geto! Who enjoys when your hand rub all over his body when your pleasuring him.

Geto! Who loves when you'd reward him after he'd been behaving good for you.

Still, Geto couldn't help but act as an annoying, cocky little slut while you were out hanging with friends. He just had to rile you up. Your phone buzzed, a video from your boyfriend, suguru, laid out on the bed, lips slick with spit, legs spreaded and moaning your name so irresistibly......he must've really wanted it—messing with the rules.

By the time you walked through the door you were met with his body shaking and sweaty, chest heaving with every heavy ragged breaths, hand in his boxers,he glanced towards the door, looking up at you with dangerous and inviting eyes.

You stepped closer without a word. His eyes tracked yours the whole way, he bit his lip holding back wanting to say something smart but thought better of it.

"Hands". He obeyed your order immediately. Getting more aroused seeing you eyeing his now slicked and messy hand.

You walked over to the drawer pulling out the crimson rope. The bratty smile on his face faltered. He knew what was coming—and how far you could go.

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[kazuyorulvr]

Whooo????

[kazuyorulvr]

I'm sorry but he is soooooooooooo fucking ugly to me😭😭 don't hate me y'all pls😬

[kazuyorulvr]

Tao my BEAUTIFUL GORGEOUS MAGNIFICENT BREATHTAKING WOMEN

tao’s makeup looks ❤️

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Nervous of moving out again at my grown age🫩

[kazuyorulvr]

”okay but are you normal about-“ no. I’m an insane pervert.

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HE LOOKS SO???!!???

BRO ARE YOU OKAY

[kazuyorulvr]

it's past his bed time

[kazuyorulvr]

🤰🏻🤰🏻🤰🏻

18+ | in the clouds… choso kamo x afab!reader

word count… 3.2k

content warnings… service!sub!choso, stoner!reader, marijuana (dubcon), titty sucking, fingering, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, cumming inside, choso’s first time smoking, pwp, crossposted on ao3

Leaning over the railing of your balcony, you watched Choso nervously play with the hem of his sleeves from the corner of your eye. It wasn’t that long ago that he arrived, but it was clear that he was unsure of what to do. When you invited him over for a movie, he hastily accepted, even offering to make a quick stop at the store for a few snacks. You thought it was perfect, considering you had planned to smoke before he knocked on your apartment door.

But by the time he arrived, you were still rolling up. He wasn’t unaware that you were a stoner, but it was the first time the two of you were alone, smoking, on your balcony. He couldn’t deny he was curious about what it felt like and if it was any different than alcohol, but for some odd reason, he just couldn’t ask. Something in him wanted you to ask, invite him for a drag, just so he could wrap his lips around the same end your mouth was on.

That was why he was afraid to ask. An indirect kiss–just the thought of it made his head spin. His crush on you had never faded, only intensifying with each moment he spent with you. 

Fuck… You were effortless. Your lips—he couldn’t ignore how they glistened in the dim lighting of the balcony and the way they circled the mouthpiece of the joint. For a second, his mind went elsewhere, imagining what it would feel like to have your hot mouth around his–

“You wanna try?” 

He nearly jumped at the sound of your voice, immediately berating himself for thinking of you in such a lewd context.

“But I’ve never...” he started, wiping his sweaty hands on his dark jeans. He couldn’t meet your eyes.

You lifted yourself off the railing, walking to sit beside him on the couch. “There’s a first time for everything.”

He nodded at that, trying to ignore the feeling of your thigh pressed against his. You were so lax compared to him, like nothing in the world could shake you. You leaned in as you brought the joint to his lips, letting your free arm hang around his shoulders to pull him closer.

“Just put your lips here and suck. But not for too long, or you might feel a burn.” he listened, following your commands diligently despite his body shooting electricity in every spot that you touched. “Just like that… now hold it. And breathe out.”

The smoke rushed in, filling every inch of his lungs, and his chest warmed. He breathed out shakily, a small cough following suit, but he felt soothed with your hand rubbing his back.

“Not bad for your first time. Maybe you’re a natural?”

“Hah, maybe…” but he couldn’t stop thinking about smoking the same joint. Not only that, you were holding it for him, watching him intensely with hooded eyes–he felt like he was being babied, but he didn’t hate it at all. At least, not from you.

“Wanna give it one more go?” he nodded, and took another hit from your fingers.

“How do you feel?” you asked once he finished.

“I think I feel fine. I don’t feel any different. Should I take another hit?”

“Well, it’s only been a few seconds. This shit is strong, but I’ve been smoking for a while, so it may hit you harder than you think in a few minutes.”

You extinguished the lit end in an ashtray, then got up to stretch your arms. “Let’s go inside; otherwise, I might fall asleep before we get the movie started.”

Only a couple more minutes had passed before Choso had realized something was up. You disappeared into the bathroom to wash up, and he waited patiently on your living room couch. When his head turned, it was like his brain took two extra seconds to catch up to what he was looking at. His head felt heavy, and his senses were overloading him with the scent of you.

Right. He was at your apartment, and he was going to watch a movie with you. He couldn’t remember what movie the two of you were going to watch; his mind suddenly flooded with images of him watching you on the balcony earlier.

“Cho? You good?” He faced you slowly, his eyes slightly red and eyelids heavy, his face flushed, which even you could tell in the dim lighting of the living room. But his cheeks had looked like that since the balcony. “Oh shit, you’re high as fuck, Cho.”

You laughed lightly, plopping next to him on the couch. “Can you even focus?” 

Honestly, he could barely process what you were saying, your laugh reverberating in his ears. Somehow, just your presence was enough to send blood rushing to his dick. All he could think about was the body heat radiating off of you, how he could get closer to you, how he could get you to touch him so he wouldn’t die from the lack of intimacy. 

He couldn’t think straight, and the weed wasn’t helping either. “You smell… really fucking good.”

“Yeah?” You inched closer. “It’s a new fragrance I’m trying. I’m glad you like it, Cho.”

Did he hear that right? The emphasis on the “you?” Or was his mind playing tricks on him? You couldn’t have been possibly insinuating something. But now, aren't you closer than before? Your shoulder bumped into his as you fiddled with the remote, pulling up the movie that was decided in advance.

Right. The movie. When was the last time he spoke?

“Looks like you’re the non-verbal type.”

You were on the verge of laughing by the time he glanced over at you. And then you were laughing uncontrollably at how adorable he looked, lost and confused. You held onto your stomach while you laughed, falling into his lap as he tensed.

“Cho, have I ever told you how cute you are?”

No. No, you haven’t. Choso didn’t even think you ever saw him that way. He thought the scar etched across his face turned off anyone who looked at him, and that perhaps, you’d only ever see him as a friend because of it. You thought he was cute? All he could do was stare at you, watching you smile with that hazy expression on your face as you looked up at him from his lap.

Wait. Shit. You were on his lap. His fucking lap. There was nothing between you and his half-hard dick. 

“Fuck…”

“Hmm?”

Did he say that out loud? Fuck, he couldn’t think. But he didn’t hate it. He was starting to care less. The shirt you were wearing lifted above the waistband of your sweats, your bare stomach inches away from his hand. Would you hate him if he just grazed it? Nothing more, nothing less. He wouldn’t do anything else. That was all he wanted. 

You jolted–harder than he expected. You raised an eyebrow at him. But your skin was so soft. He let his hand fall flat, his fingers stretching across the expanse of your stomach. You sighed. Then you grabbed his wrist–he stopped. 

Fuck. He went too far.

But his hand was still there, still moving, gradually inching further up under your shirt. His heart was racing. You were moving his hand. He never wanted this moment to stop.

“Choso?”

“Yeah?”

“Wanna keep going?”

Is this fucking real?

“Fuck–yes.”

He could only watch when you lifted yourself, letting his hand drop. Your legs were straddling his lap now, his hands finding their way to your waist as you took out the rubber bands from his hair, letting his messy black hair fall. His patience was thinning, whining when you rolled your hips over his hard-on. 

“Did you think I didn’t know of your little crush on me, Cho?”

You rolled your hips again, cupping his face so he was forced to look at you when another whimper fell from his lips. He was already panting, eyebrows furrowed, his face hot and overwhelmed with your scent and the feeling of your body on his. 

“Please…” he whined. It felt like torture, the way you looked at him all-knowingly, moving your hips like that. He lived in his delusions that he could just stick by you without ever wanting more, but now his body was screaming at him. He thought it was the marijuana, but he would’ve done this sober in a heartbeat.

“Please, what, Cho?” The nickname you gave him only worked against him now.

“Wanna feel you…”

You gave him what he wanted. He was helpless against you, immediately surrendering all control to you. The kiss was messy, his lips desperately chasing after yours, moaning into your mouth when he felt your tongue slip past his lips. Your lips were warm, moist from the chapstick he saw you use earlier, and he could taste the subtle aftertaste of the joint. His hips bucked involuntarily, hands wrapped tight around your waist, keeping you in place just so he can feel something, anything. 

The moment you broke the kiss, a mumbled “noo” followed, but was quickly replaced by a sharp inhale when you kissed his jaw, his arms pulling you closer. A trail of wet kisses on his neck made him shudder with each suckle, an intoxicating sensation. 

But it wasn’t enough for him. He was a desperate, breathless mess compared to you, every one of your touches electrifying his nerves, but not you.

“Can I please–I wanna make you feel good, please, [name], plea–”

“You don’t have to beg, pretty. Do what you want.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Within seconds, he ripped your shirt off and his, pulling you off of his lap and laying you down so he could climb on top of you. He wasted no time, kissing and biting, your body writhing as his tongue made assaults on your neck. You moaned shamelessly in his ears, his fingers trailing up your stomach to massage your tit, fingers twiddling with your nipple. 

“Haah… Cho…” 

The sweet melody of your voice–he wanted to hear more of it. Even as he travelled across your chest, leaving wet kisses from your collarbone to your breasts, he groaned against your skin, your pleasure imminently his. He latched onto your nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub, your body arching into his with a mewl.

“My god, you sound so pretty [name]...” he moaned, unaware of how loud he was. “Wanna hear more…”

He started wondering if and how he could melt into you. His dick was pulsating at this point, his jeans suffocating, but he was already set on making you finish first. Lifting off your nipple with a pop, he kissed his way down passed your torso, relishing in the sounds he pulled out of you. His hands were gentle but intentional, his fingers grazing every inch of your exposed skin, memorizing each of your subtle reactions to his touch.

This is what it means to be intoxicated.

The next question came without a second thought. “Can I taste you, please? I’ll do anything, just for you, baby.”

He hadn’t meant to say baby, but it rolled off so easily. 

“Yes, Choso, please–”

He was going to lose it. How can you be so fucking pretty?

He stared for a moment, seeing you in nothing but your panties once he flung your sweats across the room. His mind slowed, taking a moment to admire your plush thighs, not missing the damp spot on your underwear. He lifted your thighs over his shoulders, kissing the inside of your thighs, nipping the sensitive skin when he saw fit. Time and time again, he felt you struggle against his hold, your pretty sounds only egging him on more. His lips started at the waistband, leaving featherlike kisses, worshipping your cunt as he littered kisses around. He kissed your clit, groaning when you moved against his face.

Steadily, he pulled your underwear off, his eyes locked on the sight of your glistening pussy. A string of your arousal broke off from your panties, his mouth practically watering at the sight.

“[Name]... you’re going to kill me.” Were you usually this wet, or did the high have something to do with it?

Two of his fingers touched your wetness before he pushed them inside, the sound of your gasps covering the sqeulching that filled the room. He was mesmerized by the way your heat sucked him in, thoughts of bottoming out suddenly filling his mind. It wasn’t long before his fingers left you empty–he was desperate to taste you, and you watched him clean his fingers off, savoring your sweetness.

You were powerless against his hold the moment he buried himself between your thighs. Despite satisfying you, he met your sounds of pleasure with low, broken moans that vibrated against your clit as he desperately lapped against your soaked folds. Patience was no longer in his vocabulary–he was going to swallow you whole.

“Oh, fuck, Cho–that feels so good–!”

Free strands of his hair tickled your thighs, his hands gripping your thighs so hard you thought he might leave bruises. His hips rolled against the couch, the relief nothing compared to what he felt from eating you out. He sucked and flicked your clit with his tongue, testing and teasing, just to see what made you react the most. Your hand flung into the mess of his hair, gripping his strands to push him closer as his tongue slipped in and out of your folds with a fervor he didn’t realize he had in him.

His moans were muffled against your soaked cunt, his nose bumping against your clit repeatedly. Every breathless moan you made had his hips buck, absentmindedly chasing his pleasure as he eagerly tried to give you yours.

“Just like that–! ‘So good, Cho!”

Your praise spurred him further, his face pushing impossibly deeper into your cunt, the wet noises of his tongue striving to suck you dry, keeping him in his trance.

You were cumming before you knew it, your quivering thighs attempting to squish his head. You gasped so loud the neighbors might’ve heard, especially with Choso following right behind you with a moan of his own. Both of you were breathing heavy, yet he decided he wasn’t done, his tongue trying to clean the mess you made. Nevertheless, he had no choice but to listen when you yanked his hair.

His face was covered in your slick when his head rested on your thigh, his lips swollen and eyes glossed. 

“You did so good, Cho.”

So why stop him?

“Again, please–you taste so good, don’t wanna stop.”

“Sit up, pretty.”

He listened without any complaints, letting your legs slide off of him. It was just then that he realized his crotch was uncomfortably wet, having come just from eating you out, yet his dick still throbbed. You pushed him gently, letting him fall back to the other side of the couch before unbuttoning his jeans.

“I didn’t think you’d finish just from that, Cho. Yet, you still want more.”

What he wants is to be close. Feel every inch of you, have his cock sheathed inside of you, drenched in your slick from making you cumming multiple times over. But was that too much to ask for? He hadn’t even thought of bringing a condom.

He helped as you pulled his jeans and boxers off, the tip of his dick sticking to his abs with the remnants of his previous orgasm. A sudden breeze made him wince, but soon your warm hands wrapped around the base, using his cum as lube as you pumped him lightly, following the slight upright curve of his dick. 

“Nngh… fuck [name]...” he whimpered. He was still sensitive. Jerking himself off to the thought of you was nothing compared to the real thing. The high heightened his senses so much, he thought he might just combust with a few more pumps from your pretty hands.

“Tell me what you want, Cho.”

No, he couldn’t. “Wanna be ins…”

“Speak up like a good boy.”

“Inside–hnngh–wanna be inside you… close…”

“That’s all you had to say, pretty baby.”

You climbed over him, Choso’s eyes widening at the sight. And just for a moment, he regained his senses.

“But we have no…” Unfortunately for him, he was distracted by your cunt hovering over him. You lined your entrance with him, teasing his flushed tip with your wet folds, his breath hitching at the contact, body shuddering.

“Don’t worry about a thing, Cho.”

And just like that, he shut up. His hands grasped at your hips once more, guiding you down his length, throwing his head back when he fully bottomed out in your soaking cunt with a rugged groan. He forced himself to look at you as you adjusted to his size, your hands on his torso to hold yourself up, struggling to contain the whimpers that threatened to fall from your lips. He admired your body, your tits shimmering when a sheen layer of sweat, and even further down, he noticed your pubes meshing with his black curls–he’s not even thinking when his thumb pressed against your still sensitive clit.

“Fu–ck!” you groaned. 

“Just wanna–hear you, baby…”

He didn’t mean to be a tease; he just couldn’t help himself from rolling his pelvis into you when your walls clenched so tightly around him. He’s on fucking cloud nine when he hears you moan his name so sweetly, officially drunk off of your pussy, whimpering a slew of curses before he plants his heels into the couch to start fucking up into your cunt.

The curve of his dick was perfect, reaching your puffy g-spot with every thrust, the edges of his mushroom tip sliding up and down the ridges of your walls. Like the two of you were made for each other, walls molding around his cock, his eyes trained on your pussy, watching the way your soppy cunt sucked him back in with raunchy wet noises.

He started babbling. “Fuck, fuck fuckkkk–I can’t–ahhhn–so tight ‘n pretty–shit–!”

You leaned against him, pulling him into a sloppy kiss, and all he could do was moan breathlessly into your mouth as he rutted mindlessly inside you, drinking in every whimper he pulled out of you. He could feel himself unravelling with each slap, his pelvis against your own, his second orgasm quickly catching up to him.

“Cho, I’m–I’m gonna–”

“Fuckkk–yes, wanna feel you–cumming!”

The moment he feels your walls fluttering around him, his hips begin stuttering before he buries himself completely, his arms wrapped around you like he’s scared he might lose you. Your chest flushes against his, moaning wantonly in his ear, his voice cracking as his hot load spills at your cervix. He’d never orgasmed as hard as this, his body suffering from aftershocks even after he empties himself inside you.

Both of you are a sweaty mess, relaxing against each other as you try to catch your breath. 

“Cho–”

“What–what if we go again?” he pants, despite the hiss he makes when you move ever so slightly. Sensitive, yet still yearning for more, his now semi-hard on twitching at the thought. Just a bit, his dick feels raw, but without a doubt, being high with you means the slightest things turn him right back on.

And, yeah, the movie was long forgotten.