ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴍᴜᴛꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ ;

⋆ 𝘽𝙊𝙍𝙐𝙈𝙄𝙏𝙎𝙐 ⋆- naruto

top ; mitsuki

bottom ; boruto

includes;  masturbation, butt plugs,  (sorta) dom/sub undertones, mirrors

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Boruto is starting to think he likes the way he looks a little too much.

It might be due to the way he hasn't gotten laid in weeks. It's partly by choice. He knows that he's pretty enough to bag pretty much anyone who looks his way, but there's a problem.

He also knows that he won't be able to find someone who can satisfy him the way he needs. So, although it's less favorable, he settles for the lesser option of just getting off by himself.

He's finally got the dorm to himself for the day, so instead of just a quick jerk off in the shower, he's going all out. He's gone in the box under his bed to rummage through his toys, picking out his favorite one.

It's a perfect size, thick enough to make him feel impossibly full and long enough to reach his sweet spot. He throws it on the bed, followed by lube, and gazes longingly back at the contents.

There's a variety of things: handcuffs, blindfolds, butt plugs, vibrators, gags, name it, and Boruto probably has it stashed somewhere. Unfortunately, the second he whips them out to show anyone, it scares the shit out of them, so they've mostly seen no action.

Standing up, he looks over to the full-length mirror in his room and decides to grab it, positioning it in front of his bed. Satisfied, he begins peeling off his clothes, watching himself in the mirror as he pulls both his pants and boxers off.

His hands reach up to begin unbuttoning his shirt but then he pauses, admiring the way the white dress shirt drapes over his cream-colored thighs. Deciding to just leave the shirt on, he sits on the edge of his bed, spreading his legs and trailing a hand up his thigh.

He pinches at the skin as he gets closer to his rapidly hardening dick, sighing contentedly at the brief but stinging pain. He grabs a couple of pillows and puts them behind himself, allowing him to lay back and spread his legs further, but still be able to see himself in the mirror.

He tilts his head, and pops a couple of buttons, exposing the pretty line of his neck and collarbone, and places his left hand on his dick, stroking it lazily to full hardness. He pushes the fingers on his right hand into his mouth, choking himself on them.

It's filthy, the wet noises on him sliding his fingers in and out of his mouth, the occasional choke followed by low moans. The way he makes a mess of himself is pretty though, hair slightly in his face as drool rolls down his chin, his cock a pretty pink color as he strokes it slowly.

People would pay good money for this, he thinks before pulling his hand from his mouth and reaching down to push his now slicked fingers against the rim of his hole, teasing himself.

He shudders as he slips a digit inside, loving how full he already feels. It really has been forever. Abandoning his cock, he reaches for the lube as he fingers himself open slowly, uncapping it and dribbling it along his other hand and hole.

It squelches dirtily as he adds more fingers and picks up the pace, and he whimpers at the sight of himself. Blush paints his face down to the exposed part of his chest prettily, and his chest rises and falls delicately as he pants.

He moans lewdly as the tips of his fingers brush his prostate, and once he feels he's stretched enough, he impatiently reaches for the dildo, slicking it up with lube and flipping over.