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𐔌𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐓 LOVES EATING HIS GIRLFRIEND OUT꒱

꒰CW: ⤿ cunnilingus! ── NSFW! MDNI! ˎˊ˗

NOTEˎˊ˗ i'll never get enough of him! (m.list)

he's on his knees on the floor, which is already weird because l lawliet never sits normally.

maybe it's just the stress getting to him that made him decide he doesn't give two fucks about his reasoning abilities dropping by 40%.

what he does need though, is 100% of his face buried in your cunt.

so here he is, between your legs, your juices dripping down his chin while he eats you out like his whole life depends on it.

his tongue is just swirling around your hole messily without rhythm and without technique, just pure greed.

he laps at you like a dog drinking water, slurping and sucking up everything.

your thighs are already slick with his spit and your own juices, but he keeps going, not stopping until he get's enough of you to ease his troubles.

you can feel his nose bumping against your clit, and it sends a jolt of pleasure through your body each time.

his hands grip your thighs, holding you open, spreading you wider so he can get his whole mouth on your cunt.

"mm—tastes so good," he mumbles against you, words slurred because his mouth is full. "i could partake in this forever."

you moan, a shaky sound that turns into a gasp when he sucks your clit hard. your fingers tangle in his messy black hair, smushing his face against your pussy.

he doesn't mind though, just takes advantage of the new closeness.

he eats and eats, his tongue fucking into you before dragging back up to circle your clit, then back down to lick up all the sweetness dripping down.

"hmmm." his hum vibrates against your puffy clit, making your hips jerk. drool is dripping down his chin, rolling onto the couch in messy drops.

"oh fuuuuck—right there...hahh—" you breathe out, and he hums in approval. his fingers dig into the plush flesh of your thighs, revelling in the way they clench around his head.

"so wet," he observes, dragging his tongue flat through your sticky folds. "are you always this wet?"

you moan louder, your back arching off the couch. you can feel your orgasm approaching as your mind turns to mush, and you don't even have to say anything!

he knows. he always knows.

this man may look inexperienced in the sex department, but trust me, he is anything BUT inexperienced.

"come on," he mutters, hot breath ghosting over your core. "come in my mouth."

"mmmphh, g-gonna—ohmygod!" you cum with a loud whine, your body tensing up, and he stays right there, drinking it all up. he doesn't even waste a drop, greedily slurping up youe release.

when you finally relax, panting, he pulls back just enough to look up at you, his pale face shiny and wet and his lips swollen.

"interesting," he says, voice rough. then he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, resting his chin on your thigh. "i underestimated the role of oxytocin."

yeah...no matter how heavenly this man could give head, he was and would always still be a freak.

good thing you like freaks!

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Caesar had been the one to introduce you to Lisa Lisa, because you were interested in strengthening your skills with Hamon. You and her hit it off immediately.

One would have to be incredibly dumb to not notice the liking Lisa Lisa took to you right off the bat. She constantly gave you extra praise when you completed a day's training and even gave you less tedious tasks to fulfill. She wanted you to be strong with your Hamon, but she didn't want to hurt you!

Lisa Lisa's favoritism pissed Caesar off with each passing day, and he was sick and tired of watching his Hamon instructor flirt with a close friend of his. All he could do about it was complain to Joseph and get an annoying, not at all helpful response.

“Swallow it, Jean,” you ordered after letting a glob of your spit fall into Polnareff’s open, waiting mouth.

Your eyes followed the bob of his throat as he swallowed down your saliva, cock growing harder under you by the minute.

A trail of saliva ran down the side of Polnareff’s cheek from where you had just spit on his face after he had begged you to do so.

Tongue making contact with the side of his throat, you ran yourself down Polnareff’s body, stopping at his muscular pecs to run your tongue around his nipple, soaking it in your spit.

“Mon Cherie,” Polnareff whimpered, “come kiss me. Please.”

His words made you smile. Such a simple, mundane request made you feel on top of the world.

Crawling back up to his eager lips, you took two of your own fingers and swirled them around your mouth, getting them slick with saliva that you then rubbed across his own lips.

Polnareff watched as you did so, incredibly turned on by the glimmering sight of your spit on his lips. But he was also getting desperate, and he let out a small whine to show it.

Lips meeting his, you pushed your tongue into Polnareff’s mouth, meeting his own in some battle of desperation. The rustling of bedsheets and Polnareff’s low, muffled moans were all to be heard, as well as the soft schlick of your lips parting and meeting.

“Jean,” you mumbled, pulling away just enough to allow you to speak, “are you ready?”

Polnareff nodded, and with that, you made your way down to his leaking cock, ready for what would be quite the sticky night.

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bruno can't keep his hands and mouth to himself

was it ever possible for a man to desire somebody as much as bucciarati does for you? he touched you like a starved man, like it's the first time he's seen you in ages and he doesn't know what to do with himself. his mouth found yours, both hands immediately trailing up your body as his palms pressed and squeezed at your breast.

you gasped. he took this opportunity to gently nibble at the sweet spot of your neck, taking his time to give every inch of your body his full attention.

but he was particularly very fond of one part of your body the most right now.

"may i?" his blue eyes looked up at you, hands already tugging at the straps of your bra thats only begging to be tugged down. your blood was hot, skin warm to touch and he could smell you and the shaky breath you let out.

"please..." you nodded your head and your bra was gone, discarded to the floor as your breast spilled out. he wasted no time latching his mouth on to the sensitive bud. the nerves moving as your nipple perked up in his mouth, a hand flying to the back of his head as you pleaded his name.

your breast were a perfect size for him. he couldn't tear away from the mounds slightly bouncing with each grind of your hips, the sensation leaving your body quivering and your lips parted. you threw your head back in ecstasy, his teeth slightly grazing the sensitive nub while he free hand paid attention to your other breast.

nobody has ever put this much attention to your boobs before, to fondle them so lovingly. normally a quick suck and a squeeze would get people going, but you lost track of time at how attached bucciarati was to your chest. but by god, you didn't want him to stop, ever.

"you're so beautiful." he breathed quietly, your wet nipple still perked up as he switched sides. he let his fingers roll the bud on the wet side, the bud caught between his fingers as he gently tugged and teased. you threw your head back and moaned, all while his latched his mouth on your other breast.

but foreplay isn't where this obsession ends. his favorite position to put you in was front facing, both legs on either side of his hips while you rode his cock. he loved watching the way your tits bounced with every thrust, he felt mesmerized at the sight.

"a-ah..! fuck, i'm so-oo close!" you babbled, one hand on his shoulder to keep you balanced. the other cupped one of your breast, knowing he'd go crazy over you playing with yourself for him. you didn't want to question this obsession, you would do anything in your power to please him as much as he pleases you. even if it means toying with your boobs for his entertainment.

"that's it.. take it slow, let yourself go.." he instructed, keeping you steady with his hands while his eyes remained glued to your chest.

he also loved watching you get on your knees in front of him, your lips perfectly wrapped around his shaft as you bobbed your head to take him in completely.

"wait..." he halted, his voice was breathless and he used his strength to gently pull you off of him. he beckoned you to come closer, his cock aligning between your breast and instinctively you pushed them together as he hissed in response. "i love you..." he winced, the corners of his lips curving and you smirked back.

"is this what you wanted, bruno? you're a little pervert, aren't you?" you teased him, letting him titfuck you as you pushed your breast together even harder as he choked back a moan.

you made sure to keep your eyes closed when he got close, feeling spurts of his cum landing across your chest and parts of your face. he wanted to take a picture of the sight, you looked stunning like this and he wanted this moment to last forever. but his body was going against his wishes, every ache and burning feeling yelling at him to rest.

"cmere.." he laid on his back, watching as your naked body crawled towards him. you hovered over to him, feeling his arms wrap around your back as he pulled you in close so that you laid right on top of him.

and conveniently, your breast were pressed right against his face. he nuzzled between them, sighing blissfully.

"gross.. your cum is still there, yknow?" you snorted.

"i don't mind. i need you like this, it's comfortable." he smiled.