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⋆𐙚₊˚ pussy inspections with lawliet !

hooking up with your co-worker is probably, most definitely against company policy.. but his moves are so calculated and tantalising that you can't help but bask in the dalliance. he knew exactly what angle to rock his hips at, where you like to be touched, and what he had to say to make your pussy clamp around his cock so deliciously. he's pounding you in missionary, stuttering out a pathetic, "y'feel so good, hnnn! c-can't stop—too good.. aah!" into your ear.

he's a fast learner and it shows. his iq is higher than his libido and the fact that he's the most intelligent person you've ever met is only making you crazier.

loser lawliet fucks with passion. his nose is always buried in a book or some stupid case file, so it's no wonder that he's been going for three rounds with how pent-up he must've been. his swollen tip pounds your cervix at a brutal pace as he lets out a desperate, "ah, ah! 'm cumming, cumming—hnngh!" before spilling his seed inside the confines of your aching cunt.

lawliet cums so much it's embarrassing, using his load from earlier as lube to keep on fucking you over and over again as you moan into the crook of his neck. without warning, he slides out of the comforting warmth of your pussy, leaves a kiss on your forehead and immediately turns his attention towards the mess he's made. "h-huh? eru, what are you—"

he pushes your legs apart, proudly putting your sopping cunt on full display as he watches his own semen leak out. "just checking. your pleasure is important to me," he says bluntly as he buries his face between your thighs. you gasp as he spreads your pussy lips with his thumbs, letting out a satisfied, 'hm' at the sight of his latest assignment. you're so incredibly full of him that it's making you feel bloated.

"you're so sensitive to my touch, aren't you?" he coos, smearing his load all over your clit. you choke out a whiny, "hnngh! eru you're not—aah—done yet?" as your legs flail at the intrusion, feeling his index finger flick your sweet spot. "you see, i don't usually like messy things.." he leans in to take a closer look, inspecting your poor pussy as if it's just another one of his case samples before sticking his tongue into your needy hole.

the sweet tang of his cum hits his tastebuds straight away, paired perfectly with your own juices in an abhorrently lewd taste. the euphoria goes straight to his cock. you shudder at the sensation, screaming out a shaky, "a-ah, ah! fuck, hnngh! eruuu!"

you're crushing his head with your thighs, but the pleasure's so overwhelming that you simply can't help it. your walls spasm around his tongue as he flicks and swirls it around, practically making out with your creamy cunt. "fuck—aah! e-eru, shit, oh my god!" you mewl, tugging on a lock of his jet black hair as you're pulling his face closer towards your heat. he starts to slow down, and it feels like heaven's being stripped away from you the moment he comes to an abrupt halt.

"ah, where was i? oh, yes." he trails off, eyeing a bead of cum racing down your ass. "i'm not a huge fan of messy things, you know." his tongue catches the droplet, lapping it up before spitting it back into your overflowing pussy. right where it belongs. his touch is reverent as he lets his hands roam your body once again, softly caressing your labia. "..but this. this is an exception."

a/n happy birthday to my favourite character of all time!! didn't know how do address him so i hope "eru" is okay, "l" looks so awkward on it's own...

terms & delusions | n. monoma

being fake in love with monoma was fun. until it all stopped feeling fake.

You’re his wife. His muse. His weakness. And when he has you spread out beneath him, dripping and moaning his name?

He’s not a Sannin. He’s not a legend.

He’s just a man, completely pussy drunk and addicted to you.

It starts with a kiss to your thigh.

Then another.

Then one more, closer now, his lips brushing over your soaked panties, his fingers slowly dragging them down with a grin.

“I missed you, y’know,” he murmurs, his voice low, rough, already wrecked with want. “You have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about this.”

You try to respond, but the moment his tongue drags through your folds—slow and deep—your back arches, your fingers flying to his hair.

“J-Jiraiya—!”

He groans like he’s the one getting touched. Like your pussy is the only thing that’s ever satisfied him.

“Fuck, baby,” he pants, “tastes even better than I remember...been two fuckin long.”

In reality it's been not even a month.

He spreads your thighs wider, his big hands holding you open, firm but reverent. And then?

He devours you.

Not just licking—sucking, moaning, burying his face in your heat like he needs it more than air. His tongue flicks over your clit, then plunges into you deep and slow, like he’s mapping your body by taste alone.

Your thighs tremble.Your hips grind against his mouth.

You feel his growl more than you hear it, the vibration making your vision blur.

“You’re so fuckin’ sweet,” he groans, voice muffled by your cunt. “Gonna make me lose my damn mind, baby—shit…”

He can’t stop.

Can’t think.

All that swagger, all that Sannin confidence? Gone.

He’s just a man now—your man, drunk on the taste of you, obsessed with making you come.

And when Jiraiya hooks his arms under your thighs, pulling you closer, locking you down to the bed?

That’s when he really goes feral.

Tongue swirling, lips sealed tight around your clit, sucking like a man possessed. Like you’re water in the desert. Like if he doesn’t drink all of you, he’ll fucking die.

You’re gasping now, incoherent, your fingers tangled in his wild white hair.

“Jiraiya—fuck—*don’t stop—*please—”

He moans like a man in heaven, grinding his face against your pussy, eyes half-lidded and completely gone.

“Wasn’t gonna,” he rasps. “Not until you come all over my fuckin’ face.”

You do.

You break—legs shaking, voice cracking, thighs clamped around his head while he licks you through it, swallowing down everything like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

Tears were pricking your eyes, your chest rapidly falling as you did your best to catch your breath while your mind was still in the clouds.

Even when you try to push him away, too sensitive, too overstimulated—he doesn’t move. He just looks up at you, lips slick, cheeks flushed, and says:

“One more, because I can't stop, baby. Shit. Just one more. Gimme another. You’ve got more in you—I know you do.”

You’re crying his name now, begging, trembling—but he goes back in and keeps licking.

And when you come again—legs shaking, voice gone, your pussy soaked and throbbing around nothing—he moans like he’s the one coming.

He finally pulls back, breathless, face wet, eyes glazed.

“Fuck,” he groans, wiping his mouth. “I could die right here. Buried between these thighs. Grinnin’ like an idiot.”

You try to say something. Anything. But your brain is gone as you let your body slump against the pillow as a lazy but tired formed on your lips.

He grins up at you, voice low and teasing.

“You still with me, Mrs. Toad Sage?”

You weakly nod, legs still twitching. "I think."

“Good,” he growls, climbing up your body and grinding his hard cock against your soaked core.

"My daaaarling!" You smooch the bajeezums out of your husband, who is currently small, fluffy, and chonky for your cuddling convenience. "My precious sweetie pie!"

Tiny dragon Zhongli purrs in delight and licks your cheek, eyes blissfully closed as he enjoys the attention he's receiving. His little paws cling to your top as his chunky tail wags like crazy. On leisurely days like these, he adores lounging around like this with you. "Ah, there's not a single being softer, warmer, or cuter than you," you tell Zhongli, booping his little nose, and he gives you a mrrrrp! of agreement, wiggling.

Eventually, through all the cuddles and compliments you give him, a mischievous grin spreads across your face. You bring him closer to your face.

"Since you're smaller than me...shall I eat you?"

You laugh in delight as your fluffy little husband wriggles in dismay, but you're not letting go - you playfully chomp the air around him while he lets out soft whines, pawing and grrring in futility at you.

You can't help it; he's so much fun to tease! "So cute! I'm gonna eat you! Raaaah!"

He then decides he's had enough and morphs back into the human-form Zhongli you are most accustomed to.

"Oh! Hello my love!" You make to cuddle your now-grown man of a husband, but Zhongli adjusts his position over you so that he's practically straddling you now, his hands splayed on either side of your head. "Zh-Zhongli..?"

"Hm." He brings his thumb to caress your cheek. "I am that amusing when small, is it?"

"Well..." You squirm in embarrassment, and gasp when Zhongli nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, reveling in your scent. He then begins to make use of his teeth and tongue, making you shiver and whimper after his hot breath lingers.

"So cute." He softly bites your shoulder, a preamble for what was to come. His golden eyes gleam bright as the ghost of a teasing smirk plays on his lips.