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sakusa has a breeding kink because of the ownership, the mess, the sheer fucking risk. you had a pregnancy scare once and it bricked him up instantly. now every time he's fucking you, he's promising to knock you up, smiling to himself when you clench and groan around him. he stuffs you full of cum and then fingers it back into you, fingertips expertly rubbing along the walls he's just coated white with his seed. you're a mess of his making, painted in his cum and soon to be swollen with his child.

daichi isn't stupid—he sees the way you look at him, virgin eyes all sweet and trusting when you tell him that you want him to be your first, that you trust him. he wishes he could ignore the possessive desire to take your virginity, to corrupt you so completely that no other man can ever lay claim to you in the way that he has. but he can't, not when you're whimpering in his lap, legs draped on other side of his thigh, swollen pussy beating in time with his heartbeat as he bounces you up and down. "i know, i know," he soothes. "feels real good, doesn't it, angel?"

oikawa is the sloppiest pussydrunk simp to ever exist. the second he's inside of you, he's moaning and whimpering, barely able to stop himself from praising you. "oh fuck baby -- my pretty baby, you feel so good. you're mine, right honey? all fucking mine?" he can barely control himself; the velvety suck of your walls along his cock feels unreal. "wish you knew how good you feel -- it's impossible not to fuck you full, sweet girl." he buries his face in your neck, hips erratic in rhythm, thighs flexing with every thrust. "please let me cum inside you, baby, please." his fingers dig into your skin when he feels you tighten around him. "oh fuck, right there? is that where you need me?"

kageyama lets you use him like a dildo - legs tied apart and your panties stuffed in his mouth. he's uncharacteristically noisy in his pleasure, grunting and groaning every time you shift your hips. "you like being used like this, don't you?" you smirk down at him. "mr. big strong volleyball player just wants his pretty dick wet." but all he's thinking about is the sheer athleticism of your thighs, how beautiful you look with sweat dripping down your face and in between your tits, and how desperately, violently, he needs you to let him cum.

tsukishima loves to fight and fuck. nothing gets this man harder than someone who goes toe to toe with him. what he didn't expect was how much he wants you to smack him across the mouth when he finally slides inside of you, how much he wants you to tell him he's not fucking you well enough. "slap me," he says. you flash the nastiest smirk before your palm rings across the side of his face. his cock twitches. "yeah. do that shit again, baby."

kuroo loves how smart you are; one of his favorite things to do is lay between your thighs and listen to you read to him, his face squished into your tummy and his arms wrapped around your hips. he loves it so much that your reading sessions often turn into him lazily licking between your folds for hours. a command for you to keep reading rumbles from his throat whenever your focus wavers, when the swirl of his tongue through your wet heat bucks your hips off the bed. "who said you could stop?" he pulls away from your clit. "i'm really interested in learning more about mycology, baby."

best friend!suna takes your "getting your tits sucked on can't feel that good" personally. he tells you it's a shame that no one's ever made you feel good like that, that you should make sure you don't like it before you entirely discard the practice. "plenty of people have sucked on my tits," you tell him. "none of them were me," he replies, all serious calm mixed with arrogant intent. you know you're fucked when he squeezes the heft of a breast in his palm, teeth scraping over your nipple. you arch into his touch. "see? the little princess just needed special treatment."

kenma is amazing at guided masturbation. he doesn't have the best game in person, but behind a keyboard, he's a master. his instructions for you are always slow and methodical, a careful exploration of the erogenous zones he knows drive you wild. you're so obedient, too, sending him voice clips when he tells you to, your pretty voice on display as you finger yourself slowly. his final message reads: please show me how pretty you look rn, along with a picture of his flushed face, leaking cock in his hand.

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"There's more to sex than that," you say matter-of-factly, secretly delighting in the way it makes Angel's blush darken. He rolls his pretty eyes, hands twisting in his lap. What little sunlight that isn't trapped by the blinds illuminates off his hair like gilt.

"Even so," he mutters. "It won't feel the same. It won't be... good. For me, or for you."

"How can you possibly know that, little love?"

His brows knit at the nickname, and it is a little much, but it feels right in any case, and you like the way it ghosts off your tongue, like the way it makes Angel's eyes droop. Still, his reaction invokes an interest in you, and you perk your head up.

"Have you tried? Before?" you inquire, moving back over to the bed. You sit, crossing your legs, keeping a safe distance—but Angel retracts himself all the same, recoiling back away from you and tucking his hands out of sight. You suppose it must be instinct by now, after so many years living in a body undesigned for love.

"So what if I haven't," Angel mumbles. "Doesn't take a genius to figure it out."

"Humans have a saying—don't knock it 'till you try it."

"Humans are weird," Angel says flatly.

"Even me?"

"Especially you. This is tiring me out..."

You whap him on the shoulder. "Nono, stay awake! Okay, let me—okay. Just tell me, 'cause it's the only thing that matters... do you want to?"

Angel stiffens; behind him, his wings curl into each other protectively, the feathers ruffling as though offended. "W-what?"

"Like, just tell me." You fidget, slightly awkward. "I won't judge, obviously. You've heard more than enough embarrassing shit from me from the bottom of a bottle. So... have you? Thought about it?"

"About what?" Angel stares at you like you've grown a second head, but the flush on his face is darker than ever, wine-red and brilliant against the parchment print of his skin.

"Fucking me," you say bluntly, knowing there's zero point beating around the bush with Angel. He sputters, body tense like he's about to spring off the bed. "Or touching me. Or me touching you. Have you thought about it? Do you want it?"

"I—I..." Angel's mouth works soundlessly for a few moments, eyes wide and more awake than you've ever seen him. Then, unexpectedly, his whole form droops; you feel cold water wash over you, followed immediately by panic. "What's it matter? Like I said earlier, I can't... you can't... just stop making me think about it."

"Humans," you say quietly, "are more resilient than you give 'em credit for. 'Specially me. Cleverer, too, I think, 'cause back in whatever century some genius fucker came up with an invention that changed the world forever. Wanna know what it was?"

Angel stares at you, bewildered. "Uh..."

From the waistband of your sweats, you draw out a pair of gloves. They're on the thinner side, just shy of sheer, black. Expensive, woven from fine cotton. More than you'd ever spend on yourself. But for Angel, you can indulge, you suppose.

"Gloves," Angel deadpans.

"Gloves!" you repeat cheerily. "'Cause, yeah, maybe I can't touch you with my hands. But I... thought... I could touch you with yours."

Angel blinks rapidly. "I—I don't understand."

"Can I show you?" you ask quietly, and he makes a choked noise in the back of his throat, small and needy. After a few tense moments, he lifts a shoulder in a would-be careless shrug.

"Do as you please," he mutters. "Humans are so stubborn..."

You giggle and sit back, spine pressed against the headboard, and cock your legs out so they're straight before parting them. Angel looks quickly away, face aflame, but you pat the space between your thighs encouragingly. "Sit here? If that's okay. It'll make it more comfy."

Angel regards you warily. "You're eager to die, huh?"

Behind the petulance is worry, the sort he's never been good at dressing up, the sort he loathes that he has in the first place. You tilt your head, gaze soft, you hope.

"Nothing's going to happen. I"m all covered up, see?" You wave your arms quickly down your body, clothes from throat to toe. "Just have your head against my chest and it'll be fine."

Angel chews at his lip for a moment, torn between, you think, spurning you for your idiocy and accepting human touch for the first time in God-knows-when. Eventually, you suppose, his selfish side wins out; he turns around stiffly and lowers himself to lay against you. His hair splays out against the comfy spun cotton of your hoodie, and you wonder if he can hear your heartbeat. You can feel the tension in his shoulders through your clothes and skin.

"There you go." Your voice slides into an unintentional low murmur, and Angel shivers against you, wings beating at your ankles. "You comfy?"

He nods, barely perceptible. Not seeing his face clearly is a little frustrating.

"Can you tell me?" you say, gentler than usual. "Just, you know. So I'm sure."

Angel huffs. "If I wasn't, I'd put my hand under your shirt and kill you. Even though that would mean a lot of paperwork, I'd do it."

"Okay, okay. So, um—can I? Touch you?"

Angel squirms. "I—I guess. If you're going to, then fine."

"No, little love. Tell me." You lower your head, putting your lips as close to his ear as you dare; it's still enough for your hot breath to stroke over the sensitive skin there, judging by the shiver that racks through Angel's body as you murmur. "I mean really tell me. Tell me where you want to touch yourself, where you want me to touch you."

"I—hn." His voice is starting to get a little strangled the further out of his comfort zone you prod him. "Why do you have to say such stupid things?"

"'Cause I like you," you admit, a little stiltedly. "I wanna... make you feel good. So. If you want to stop, we can stop."

"I—I didn't say that," Angel mutters. "I... you're close."

"I am." A pause. "Is that okay?"

He fidgets. "Yeah, I guess. It's fine." He pauses, then sighs. "I mean, it's nice. If that's what you wanna hear."

"Only if it's the truth," you say.

"It is, okay?" Angel sighs. "Okay. I... want... I want you to... touch me."

"Okay," you say, a touch too eagerly. "Okay, little love, can do. Where?"

"I—God." Angel buries his face in his hands; you can see the backs of his ears poking through the waterfall of tawny hair, singing scarlet. "Anywhere. Everywhere. I—hn."

You can feel your heartbeat in your throat, palms clammy through the gloves. You lift one hand up and cup his face, feeling the thin line of his jaw, the warmth of his blanket of hair. Angel tilts into the touch unthinkingly, and you swear stars explode over your eyes.

When your other hand comes to rest at his hipbone, just over the jut of his waistband, Angel jolts.

"Here?" you ask, and he nods. You slide your hand over his stomach; his warmth is dulled by the fabric of the glove, but it's closer than you've ever gotten. You can feel everything that matters; the contraction of his muscles as he breathes in and out, the inclination his body has towards your touch, the xylophone of his ribcage singing with each quick breath he takes.

Your hand travels up, slowly, marking a railroad up the pale skin, smoothing over his sternum, ghosting over a nipple. At the contact, Angel gasps, back tensing against your chest as he arches into the touch. You feel him pebble through the cotton, and he squirms, twists his face to hide in your shoulder.

"There?" you whisper, and he gasps out,

"Yes. I—yes. More, there, more—"

He's so sensitive. You suppose it comes from a lifetime of never being touched. You can't imagine how lonely it is. You would've gone insane a long time ago. Your fingers circle over his nipple and then the other, 'till he keens, brows knitted together, mouth open in a small 'o', 'till the fabric of his trousers becomes noticeably strained.

"How about here?" you ask, fingers ghosting at his belt.

"You can't," Angel grits out. "It won't—with the glove, it'll h-hurt."

"I know, I know," you coax soothingly. "It's okay. You wanna touch yourself? I'll watch. It's okay."

Too far gone, you think, to argue like he usually might, Angel gets his hands out from fisting the bedsheets and shakily paws at his belt. There's the pop of a button and the sigh of a zipper, a 'V' of pale skin shrouded with wisps of auburn hair before he's pulling the fabric clumsily down to his ankles, boxers and all. You feel your breath stick in your throat like glass at the sight of him.

His whole body is trembling as he takes himself in his hand; the first experimental stroke has a shuddering breath tumbling out of him, the next a pitchy moan, so ethereal that it makes your skin raise in goosebumps. Angel collapses back into your chest, sweat sticking his hair at the temples, spine squirming against his rutting hand. His long legs twitch against yours, one tangling around like a snake, hooking your ankles together like holding hands.

It's so achingly sweet you could cry. When your hand wraps around his, forcefully slowing his pace, he whimpers out a broken-sounding noise, and your heart flutters.

He's so perfect. So gorgeous. It's a crime you can't touch him for real.

But for now—this will do. This will more than do.

Angel turns big eyes towards you, round as pennies, brighter than ever with fervour and the beginnings of tears dampening his long lashes.

"Is this okay?" you ask, and Angel nods like his life depends on it.

"Yeah," he gasps. "Yes. Want you to—h-hah..."

"What?" you ask, picking up the pace again. Angel writhes, free hand flying up to grip at the fabric of your sweatpants. "Want me to what, little love?"

Your thumb swipes hard over his tip, and Angel makes a high noise like a piano with its strings cut. "O-oh, oh, please, please I'm so close, I'm so—I can't, I feel so—hah!"

"It's alright," you assure him, heart thudding. The whole display has heat surging in your lower abdomen, but you can't think about that, it's about him, your Angel, it's only about him and tears break over his lashline and trickle down his cheeks as he gets closer to his peak, breathing becoming strained and ragged, and he's hot against you, filling you with a burning heat.

"I can't," Angel says wetly. "Hn, hnn, help me? Please, just—do something, I can't—"

Wordlessly, you push your free hand under his shirt again, circle his nipple before taking it between your fingers and tweaking, and Angel's whole body locks up; his back curves, wings twitching almost independently of the rest of his body, legs kicking at the mattress, and he sobs out as he comes, a pitchy wheezing broken sound that's going to live under your bones for the rest of your life.

He collapses back against you, totally spent. You do him the quiet mercy of tucking him away and pulling his slacks back up, buttoning them about his waist as he makes a face of discomfort. You run a tissue over his hands and stomach, mopping up his spend quickly before nudging a bottle of water against his lips. They're full and rosy as they lazily take the nozzle in, sucking absently like a drunkard going back for another swig.

"Was that okay?" you mutter, and Angel scoffs tiredly.

"Mmmn." He turns on his side, digging his face into your stomach. "It was... nice. I'm too tired to return the favour, though."

Fondness beats through you like a heartbeat, slow and syrupy. "It's okay. There's always next time."

Angel's wings flutter in tandem with his eyelids. "Mm," he agrees with a low hum of exhaustion. "Next time."

"sae—"

"don't be impatient." you raise a brow at his remark. his jaw ticks as he grits his teeth together.

his hair clung to his forehead and nape. just a while ago, you had denied his orgasm just for a tiny, teeny bit of time and sae got angry at you and decided to give you the silent treatment, so now you were trying to make it up to him but, he wasn't having it.

but now he really wants to cum, he would never tell you that. he knew you live for him begging and being submissive.

which is why he rarely had sex with you. it was too embarrassing.

he wiggles in your lap, bringing your attention to the twitching cock between both of your bodies. the head was a burning red, it hurts but he wouldn't let you touch him.

"come on, let me see you, pretty boy." not waiting for an answer, you hook your finger through the chain connecting the cuffs around his wrists and switched positions. you pinned his hands above his head, your free hand spreading his legs apart. sae shuts his eyes, ignoring the feeling of being caged.

he opens his mouth to argue with you but then, you pinch the tip of his cock in warning. he sucks a deep breath in, quickly shutting his lips.

his body instinctively moves around, shuffling his hips side to side. you release the grip on his cuffs and he keeps his arms above his head. probably not for long, you take note of the trembling in them. he fists his hands into balls to control them.

he quietly moans your name. he can't help it. especially when you physically hurt him. he feels good.

you lean back on your knees, using your palm to rub at the tip and using the other hand to grip the base, sliding your nails over his harden cock. you look up at him, meeting his gaze as you lean up to take his nipple inside his mouth.

he squirms beneath you, his stomach tensing and yanking at the restraints to pull them apart, you let go of his cock amd grip his hands instead.

he groans as you stop his pleasure for a few seconds, yet again.

"stop that. i don't want you to get hurt." you quickly speak before letting your teeth graze the erect bud while your hand gropes at his chest, watching it puff out.

he simultaneously tries to rut his cock against your clothes, chasing for more pleasure. he needed more but for some reason, it seemed to be enough. his body was on fire.

"your nipples are so sensitive." you pull off of his chest and blow cold air on his nipple. sae squeezes his eyes tightly, the pressure in his lower belly was building quicker and quicker. is he really going to cum?! by you stimulating his nipples?! his balls tighten up as he continues to hump your stomach, his cries alert you to look at him. "aah... f-fuck..."

"huh? did you really just cum?"

you then swiftly shifted a hand to grasp his cock, giving it slow tugs. sae grits his teeth, just as he started to calm down, you continue your actions. the only thing coming from him were curses, you weren't sure if they were directed to you though. "i didn't give you premission yet."

his body, which layed limp for a while, shook. everything was like eletricity. his chest stutters up, he lifts his head to look at you, a small whimper leaving his lips. he struggles lightly with the cuffs wrapped around his wrists.

"stop. it hurts!" his cock was throbbing and sensitive from his first orgasm of the night. but you obviously wanted more. a smirk tugs at your lips. he hadn't called his safeword. still, he clamps his legs together in a weak attempt to stop you.

when that didn't work he starts to trash around. throwing his head back, yanking at the cuffs, using the heel of his foot to dig them in your thigh to push you off.

"you have to understand that i'm doing this for your own good. nobody likes a disobedient dog. now, open your legs. wider." you rest your head in the cook of his neck. sae broughthis arms down and quickly gripped your shirt. his hips roll up in your palm to soothe the pain. you slowly force his legs apart to get in between them. "there you go~"

he was strong and presistent but when your teeth graze his collar bones, he opens them in a hurry. his collar bones were so sensitive. he hates when you kissed him there.

"you're so easy, sae." you took this as a cue to rub harsh circles on his slit. he opens his mouth to let out a silent scream.

"it hurts, you idiot, you can stop already!" he begins to squirm, yanking at your shirt to take your attention off of his cock. it was all too much. being under your control, not a single thought in his head. you get to do what you wanted to him and he loves it.

"it isn't fair!" he pants out, brows furrowing together. the pleasure and pain blurring together.

what do you even call that? a masochist. he isn't one. never will be.

"[name] ..." he whines with a small sniff, he wanted you to stop but if you don't continue he'll feel like he's dying.

"where's that arrogance of yours?"

he pants in your ear, no answer in mind. his hands clench and unclench around your shirt. he needs to ground himself. he looks and sounds pathetic.

"uh-oh, you poor little boy " you force your thumb past his lips and press down on his tongue, putting some pressure on his lower teeth so he wouldn't bite your finger off. sae whines, salvia collecting around your thumb. "can't think anymore can you?"

out of the corner of your eyes, you can see sae shut his eyes, lips closing around your tongue. he loses himself in the feeling of your touch and scent.

everything in your body tingles at the sight. he really does enjoy it. out of nowhere, the older itoshi brother swirls his tongue around your digit. for a second, you're caught off guard. especially with the way he sounds.

"do you wanna cum?" you ask him. he doesn't respond. his mind goes blank. the unbearable pleasure in his body was overthrowing his thoughts. his body tingles all over. he tries to catch his breath. you sigh, taking your thumb out of his mouth. "go ahead. i'll let you have this one."

sae's eyes roll back in his head, lips shut together to cover his noises. his hips buck up helplessly, cum shooting out of him. you can tell he needed some help to return to earth, so you plant open mouth kisses on his neck, rubbing his inner thigh gently.

though, it seems to bring him even more pleasure, a sigh escaping his bruised lips. his chest puffs up rapidly. you laugh softly at his out of breath figure. "are you o—"

"quiet."

i imagine him telling you to slap him in the face as you penetrate his tight hole. he would ask you over and over again very seriously but you could hear his plaintive tone, begging for more.

"do it again, harder. don't you dare (name)" he would challenge you with puffy cheeks and shiny eyes. but he wouldn't shed a single tear.

you'd just raise an eyebrow and look at him mockingly for a moment without saying anything. loving the sight.

before sae could open his mouth to spit out anything stupid. you'd grab him by the neck and squeeze him, making his throat tighten and he'd let out a moan, both from surprise and from how much he likes it.

"listen to me well sae, you are my little bitch. so shut your fucking mouth and only open it to scream about how good i fuck your ass or to eat my dick, understood."

sae would just get lost looking at your mouth and wanting to come over and kiss you but you wanted him to look you in the face and stop being a fucker.

you would release your grip on his neck and slap him, hard just like he asked. "that’s the way you like it, isn't it, bitch." you'd say with derision.

you'd slap him again, again and again, hard, solid just like he begged you to. every now and then you'd shove your cock back into his hole, making him bite his lips so hard to keep from moaning like a madman. "mhhng"

"talk to me sae, can you still hold on or are you so useless that even a simple slap you can't take. i thought you were tougher."

"mhnb, fuck (name), again." he would say inaudibly.

you'd laugh seeing what a mess he is even though he tries to hide it, his dick so hard and full of pre-semen, about to explode.

"awww, look your little friend is also very excited, do you want me to treat him badly too?

you would slap his erect member making sae squirm on the bed and emit a little cry of pleasure.

"ahhh! yes, yes, i love it... mghh" he would mention wiggling his hips hard making his penis twitch uncontrollably.

"look at you sae, begging me like a whore, how cute you are."

this one could only duck his head and tighten his stitches embarrassed and humiliated.

"aww you got hard from sucking my fingers, puppy? go on, suck on it." and he does, skeptical at first. the feel of silicone shaped into a dick entering his mouth was weird but not unwelcomed. soon enough, he was enthusiastically gagging on it messily, muffling his whiny moans while you sped up the pumps of your hand.

the sounds of choking and wet throaty squelches bounced off the walls as he slurped up on the toy. how is he such a pro at this? the answer was he wasn’t, it was messy and he only mimicked the way you did it on him every time. and you can see through the reflection just how into it he looked; eyes glassy and spit leaking from the toy down the mirror as he took it right. to. the. base.

ness traced every synthetic vein on the underside, his hand wrapping around it and pumping it to the rhythm you set. your hand was unrelenting, his moans pitchy, until translucent streaks of his cum shot on the mirror before him, expression no less of blissed out.

"baby... can i please do it again?" oh ness.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ vivian hugo ┊slapping/impact play

many times you called hugo out for his attitude for teasing you too much. many times of which he shrugged you off. not until he finally got a taste of his own medicine: your hand striking his cheek. he was at a loss for words but the raging, throbbing ache in his core spoke volumes.

"oh so you like that huh?" smack! "when i slap you like that, babe?" and he whimpers. he whimpers with his hands on your hips after you have him pinned on the couch. hugo never thought the day would come that you would have him helpless like this, surely, it was a good contrast to him always having the upper hand. you taking matters into your own hands made him shatter under submission as he moans out a "yes please. i'm not sorry."

"take your cock out," he fumbles on his zipper while swallowing real hard. his eyes glued onto you in anticipation. once his dick was out, twitching and definitely leaking against his abdomen, you graced him with a soft touch on his tip. then one minute slap on the underside making him shudder. "that feel good, viv?"

hugo nods frantically, gasping every time your palm and fingers would meet his sodden tip, nails grazing the ridge and the slit, adding to the immense mix of pleasure and pain. he was panting, glossy lips parted as his chest rose up and down.

head thrown back, he was clutching onto the cushions. he was too far gone with your hand jerking him off while the other gave tiny yet sharp smacks on his tip left and right. at this point, his bite was going to draw blood on his lip. then you grabbed him by the jaw, causing him to break open his eyes.

"don't keep your moans from me, you slut." and his blushing tip was already gushing out thick ropes of cum over your hand. you had to go again. this time, hugo let out a loud whimper and it was as if something awakened the "mommy kink" in him that he didn't know existed when he accidentally addressed you by the pet name. cum coating your hand and reaching to land on your face.

"still not sorry?" you cooed. "no, mommy." he was just doing this on purpose.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ itoshi rin ┊spitplay

"mm, feels nice doesn't it?" you were here grinding on rin's lap instead of studying fucking english and watching out for his brother barging in his room. your lips tangled in yet another kiss, his head tilted up to meet yours.

rin was so eager it was almost comical. with him swiping his tongue on your bottom lip, tugging at it for entrance. to which you willingly gave as your fingers snaked to the back of his neck, curling at the strands that elicited a groan from him. then he was taking your tongue into his mouth, sucking on it. your eyes widened at the sudden boldness but let him have his fun a moment later.

"i want you to spit in my mouth." there you go. that admission from your boyfriend was all you needed before you were swatting his hands off your thighs and gently grabbing him by the neck to which he pried his lips open for you, tongue darting out.

your hand tightened just slightly as you looked into his teal irises, searching for any kind of second thoughts. yet there was none. "you sure you want this, baby?" lord, rin was mentally preparing to bust a nut when you spat in his mouth.

saliva trickling from his tongue down his throat. and he looks up at you, lashes fluttering, making sure you saw how he swallowed it. he was not at all disgusted at himself but you seemed to enjoy this frenzy and his tightening balls just from the taste of you.

you had his cock in your hand, giving it a pump before sinking down on it. when your cunt clenched around him, his muscles gave out, rin fell back onto the bed with you above him and strangling his dick with the sloppy sounds.

"what a good boy you are huh? s'this what you wanted, baby?" rin cried as you used him. then you were leaning down to grab at his neck, a wad of spit ready to infiltrate his dirty mouth again. his hands found your cheeks, smirk growing as he took the chance to suck on your tongue greedily, dick so so close to cumming inside you.

"mommy.. mommy please– i'm so close. your—ngh—puss' good—" your boyfriend was absolutely wrecked. with you bouncing on top of him and hips bucking to meet yours, tongue out, hands not knowing where to put them because you were instantly grabbing his cheeks and squishing them. then the last rough dribble of spit landed on his face and you were smearing it all over his cheeks and lips. the same moment his cock twitched inside you before filling you up with his hot seed and he was grunting with tears in his eyes.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ kunigami rensuke ┊bondage

kunigami giving up his liberty for your own pleasure was not hot news. surely, he'd let you ride him, sit on his face, but you were a bit hesitant to take full control. why? just look at his body, he's capable of flipping you on your stomach with his pinky if he wanted to.

"you want to... tie me up?" kunigami was confused but deep within him, he was waiting for this moment. soon as he agreed, you were completely in your dominant headspace and kissing him til he backed down on the bed. you were prepared for this; got the ropes and learned every knot and how to undo them quickly as much as you did it.

with your boyfriend utterly powerless, you perched yourself on his prominent pectoral muscles, the smooth of his skin warm against your touch. the fact that he didn't further object made your insides tingle as you dragged your cunt along the ridges of muscles bulging from the restraints before you positioned yourself above his face.

"gonna be a good boy and have a taste of your pretty girlfriend?" he breathed out at your words and the intensity of it made his dick twitch. his muscles strained against the ropes like how his cock did in his pants. but if this was what you wanted, hell, he would cum untouched for you.

"yes, ma'am." "ah-ah, what was that? can't hear you."

"yes ma'am, let me taste you. i want to make you cum please," without hesitation, you dropped your weight on his face and fuck were you gushing already. his mouth worked on you, lapped at your pussy like a starved man, like this was the much needed water in the desert of his usual dominance in the bedroom.

the nylon was rough and dug into his skin as he struggled to break free and touch you the moment you tugged on his hair and his nose bumped on your clit. ate you with much fervor. "ma'am—cum on my face. please, please.. i need it, baby."

kunigami thought it remained a thought when he said he would cum untouched. now his pants were ruined with his own sticky release.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ bachira meguru ┊tits and nipple sucking

bachira who's deemed the monster was the same guy who folds for you at any given place, any given time. everyone knows just how wild he is on the field, skills nothing of the ordinary but it was only between the two of you how he was practically begging you to touch his dick in the changing room of some expensive lingerie store. "just why would i do that, meguru?"

"right... right. sorry, miss." sorry was a bluff because he was pushing you against the wall in that pretty set you tried on, hands cupping your supple breasts through the thin fabric. just when he thought he could touch you even further, you were pulling him off you with a rather disappointed look.

bachira was quick to apologize, guilt eating at him but mostly you because you dared to strip him away of his privileges. so to compensate, you straddled him, arms around his neck. your tits right in his face, ready for his salivating mouth. "now are you gonna behave and please me?"

he need not to be told twice. if he had ears, they would've perked up, if he had a tail, it would be wagging nonstop. bachira was lapping and sucking at your tits, free hand kneading at the flesh. burying his face between them and inhaling as though the scent of you was something holy. he looked up at you with those amber eyes, tongue dragging along the valley before taking in one nipple and swirling the muscle over and around it.

"you're crazy, meguru." "mm i am but you love crazy."

oh gosh you do. all of a sudden, a knock on the door echoed in the lavish room and you were quick to shut your boyfriend up with your tits, shoving the swell of it in his mouth when the lady asked how you were finding the new set.

crap, in bachira's words, because you were getting on your knees to slide his cock in between your chest. absolutely evil. the lewd sounds of slick and skin slapping heavily onto his thighs made his lips part and his arm instanly covered his face in embarrassment and shared excitement.

now the nice lady outside was backing away from the door and pretending she never heard any of bachira's whines and whimpers as he spilled all over your face and tits.

"suck." you had your fingers dipping between your cleavage to scoop at the rivulets of cum that cascaded down your skin, reaching to have his lips around them although he was a lil hesitant. yet what he did was not only lick at your fingers but he pulled you up to feast on the mess on your tits. bachira's utterly and disgustingly obsessed with you. and yep that lingerie set was a 10/10.