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Red Ropes- Choso Kamo

Note: sub!choso tied up and being pathetic. Hope y'all like it's been a bit. I miss yall <3

The red ropes cinched tightly around Choso's toned torso. With every deep breath, his muscles dared to bulge out of their confinements. The veins from his strong arms and biceps flex with any subtle movement he does. Soft whimpers escape his plump lips, red and flushed from biting on them. His cheeks match along with them as he looks up at you. 

“Ha… ah,” He exhales deeply.

“Awe, what’s the matter?” You ask, as you slowly circle around him, your fingers lightly trail around the diameter of his waist. You admire how his pale skin is littered with beautiful splotches of deep red and rich purple. Chills run down his spine as he feels your fingertips brush against his skin. Once you made it in front of him again, you trail your fingers from his abdomen and up to his chin. You grip his chin and pull it up so his gaze lands on you.

“Choso,” his name falling so sweetly out of your mouth, forces him to look at your lips. His mind tries to imagine them on any part of his body that makes him ache.

“Should I stop? You’re not answering me.” You lean in.

“N-no,” His voice is hoarse and weak. Desperate, lust-blown eyes flitting between your mouth and eyes.

“Please don’t stop.” The last word drops into a soft whine, and he leans in to try and meet you halfway when you pull back.

He looks like he wants to cry and that's just what you planned. You push him lightly, so his back is flat against the chair. You take a good look at the pathetic man in front of you, no shame to be found. He indulged in being treated like this with the silent promise that you’d praise him afterward. Your gaze falls low to the prominent tent strained against his tight boxers. The fabric clung to every thick inch of his throbbing cock. 

You lean in closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you speak softly, "Look at you, so hard and aching and completely at my mercy.” Your fingernails trail down his chest, as you settle down on his lap. The heat of his body radiates through the thin fabric of your panties, making you hyper-aware of what you’re doing to him. 

“Tell me how much you need it, how badly you need me…” you voice a sinful purr against his ear. “How desperately does your cock want to be inside me?” you punctuated each word by rolling your hips, grinding against the rigid tent straining his boxers. 

Choso's eyes fluttered shut, his breath hitched as he lost himself in the sweet sensation. “So bad,” his voice rasped, strained and thick, full of desire. “I want to be inside you so bad.” 

His whines are like music to your ears. His hips roll up to meet your grinding, seeking more and more. You could feel him fighting for his life against the ropes. His fingers clenching, knuckles turning white as he fought the urge to grab and flip you over, changing your positions but, Choso knew better than to defy your wishes. 

“Beg for it,” honeyed words fall from your lips and slip into his ears. Your nails dig a little deeper into his biceps and squeeze, that pain mixed with the pleasure he knew he was about to receive makes all the better. “Beg for my pussy Cho…” 

You lean back slightly allowing your hand to come up and squeeze his neck, with just enough pressure to make him give in to you. His head tilts back and you could almost cum from just the look he gives you. His eyes bore into you, dark, intense, and all-consuming. His lips parted slightly as he began to speak again, “Please, I’ll fuck you with everything I have…” Choso’s voice dropped to a rough and desperate rasp. His words spilled out in the filthiest manner. “Please, please give me what I need.

You could feel him on the last threads of his resistance, he wanted you and needed you soon. You tighten your grip around his jaw before pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. “Good boy,” you purred, your voice full of sinful lust. “Such a good boy, begging all pretty for me…” 

With that, your hand finally reaches down to set him free. His throbbing cock sprang free from his boxers, slapping against his abdomen. You wrap your hand around his pulsing shaft, feeling it jerk and twitch in your grip. 

Choso let out a strangled moan, his hips bucking up into your touch, wanting more of that succulent feeling. “Thank you, fuck… thank you so much.” He gasps, his voice choking on the words. 

You could see the desperation in his eyes, the way they glazed over with pure submission as you stroked his aching cock. His whole body goes limp beneath you, surrendering to all your whims. He was completely and utterly yours. 

“Please let me feel your pussy, I promise I’ll be good. I’ll do anything for you.” Choso begs, his words spilling out in a quick and nervous tumble. You could feel the need radiating off his body, and you finally decide to give him what he desperately wants. 

You adjust your hips and with one swift motion you move your panties to the side, your dripping sex finally exposed to the hungry eyes before you. You grip his hair, forcing his head slightly back, as you finally undo the red ropes that restrained him. 

His hands like clockwork fall to your waist as he buries his head in the crook of your neck. “Can I please fuck you now, please…” He mumbles into your skin, before looking up at you with those brown pleading eyes. 

And you could never tell him no… 

boys whining and whimpering and crying while they jack off is actually really really important. alert the press

Sometimes I just wanna read some cute and heartwarming fluff but all I’m met with is the dirtiest, freakiest SMUT

your fave is currently laying in his bed, face flushed and sweaty, chest heaving as he fucks into his fist while moaning your name and wondering what the weight of your body would feel like bouncing in his lap in rhythm of his pumps

Could you possibly write something about cuddling with Reigen? Just something really fluffy and sweet 🥺

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. Reigen Arataka x GN! Reader ⤸ SFW. No pronouns used. Cuddlin' :3

"Mmmmnnnn... Mmph?"

Pat. Pat. Pat. Patpatpatpatpat. Reigen's palm lands flatly on the pillow with each attempt.

That's the sound of a man, still so groggy he hasn't wiped the sleep from his eyes, searching for his partner (in bed): you. His blond brows furrow, elevens between them as he fights the daytime. What's the point of getting up if you're not - Oh.

The futon creaks - it hasn't aged as gracefully as he has - when you crawl back to his side.

"Mnn, you up?" You yawn, quickly scooped into Reigen's arms before you can finish exhaling. Your laughs are buried in his embrace and it doesn't sound like he's going to let you go anytime soon.

"Yeah... But let's stay in for a bit."

Thinking about making out with a guy until he gets so horny and desperate that he starts rutting against me and whimpering "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't help it~ You're just so fucking pretty~" and eventually just pinning me down and fucking me right there <3

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. Serizawa Katsuya x AFAB! Reader ⤸ 239 words. No pronouns used. Riding our favorite ex-hermit 💙

Serizawa looooooooves when you ride him.

Just think about it: his fat, hairy thighs would make for the perfect lap, his balls would slap heavily and profanely against your ass every time you drop, and he’d have no choice but to anchor you with his big hands. His fingers would wander to cup (i.e. claw), no doubt. He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself, not when the air is this dense and smells like sex.

Yours, to be specific.

How he could spread your ass with one hand while the other has a thick thumb trying to pry your twitching hole open. It’s easy for him to just slide right in because the two of you are drenched. It’s hard to tell what’s sweat and what’s your shared juices.

Don’t think that because he’s shot his load he’s going to stop because that is far from the truth. While his cock is still throbbing and spurting thick ropes of his seed in your quivering slit, Serizawa continues to rock into you with grunts that shiver and eyelashes that flutter. He bites his bottom lip and scrunches his eyes tight when he feels your walls squeeze meet the last pulse of his cock. 

He’s making sure every drop takes, even as it overflows and ends with opaque drops squelching and streaming down his shaft. 

But even if it doesn’t, there’s plenty more where that came from.

dryhumping with takuma, i need it my wife

i need it please im begging you

"babe, i can't ruin these pants i just washed them."

takuma keeps whining as if he isn't the one on top of you, rutting against you fully clothed. he's peppering kisses all over your face, moaning against your ear, just to complain some more.

"i have nothing else to change into, can't—god—can't cum like this."

you can feel the hard ridge of his cock pulsing against your heat even through both of your clothes. he's biting down on his lip in this awkward desperation that makes you only want to buck your hips up against his even more than you already are.

"then take them off and fuck me, takuma," you try, but he's shaking his head like he's already weighed the pros and cons of doing so.

"can't stop," he sounds like he's tearing up. "feels too good, can't stop to undress, baby, need you now."

fingers dig into your hips as he pulls you up to press even harder against his constrained cock. he's rutting against you like he's in heat, rolling his hips and hissing our harsh noises of pleasure with each and every single movement.

it's not like you can blame him—you'd probably cry if he stopped now to undress the both of you, even if him finally sinking into you would feel like heaven. the pressure against your clit is ungodly, just a little longer and—

"fuuuck, holy fuck, nevermind im cumming," takuma is screwing his eyes shut and stalling his own mind by pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss that send you over the edge as well. you can feel him tense, his dick throbbing against your clothed core as he spills into his pants in concert with your own orgasm.

"worth it."

REEEEEAAALLLL

He looks so tired I need to fuck him

sucking choso's pretty dick because hes so stressed and hes just in heaven

his pretty face flushed with pleasure, choso held down the back of your head as you gulped down his cock. the poor man came home so stressed and flustered from the day, so you offered him some relief, down your throat of course.

"s-so good babe. oh my god," he moaned pulling your hair. his breath hitched as you took his fat cock as deep as you could, the tip hitting just the back of your throat, your chin resting on his balls. normally would have liked to tease him for a bit, swirling your tongue around his tip before going fully down just to hear him beg, but today you knew he needed the sweet release. you let him buck his hips into your mouth, throat-fucking you at a steady pace until you pull off his dick with an audible pop.

using your hand, you jerk the length of his cock in slow, long strokes, his cockhead pretty and pink with precum, until he shoots ropes of warm cum into your fingers.

"good boy," you murmer, licking his essence off your fingers. "feel any better?"

"yes..." choso pants. "t-thank you, so much."