The eyes, itβs their weakness. 18+
ΛΛΛπ© β© πͺΛΛΛβ Ishida Uryu is already a modest guy. It takes him a bit longer to ask for his desires to be satisfied, mostly because itβs a flustering subject. His ears start to dust pink just at the mere sound of a moan coming from your pretty lips. But, just because heβs shy at first about it doesnβt mean he lacks the confidence. Once he finds his rhythm, Ishida is a hungry man. Despite how flushed his face looks and how vocal he is because of how good you feel β he knows how to get you there just fine.
If he quietens himself down and shoves his face in the crook of your neck, youβre done for. The man is big in length but skinny in girth, though, it doesnβt matter because he fills you up just fine.
Itβs when he decided to stare at your pretty eyes that he crumbles.
His ears are already being blessed by the whimpers and moans slipping past your lips despite the slow pace heβs giving you. Heβs opening you up, getting your cunt adjusted to his length but your thighs were already trembling on either side of his hips. Tightening up. He tries soothing you, talking to you in a broken stable voice; βI know, I know..β he breathes out, pushing another inch in. βIβm halfway in, weβre almost there baby..β
To make it easier, Uryu moves to hover over you. His hands on either side of your head, slightly gripping the pillowcase. His gaze is stuck on looking at your hole that was taking him in so well, he was cursing out profanities in that elegant yet cracking voice of his. It was making you crumble, he was saying and sounding like that all because of you. You couldnβt help but whine out, your hand reaching up to dig your nails into his pale white skin.
βJesus..β Uryu breathed out, his eyes trailing up your body. He met your eyes, your glossy, pleasing, doe eyes. Starring right back at his, and Uryu just snapped. In a haste, his pushed himself all the way in without a warning. He took your breath away, making you arch off the bed and dig your nails deeper into his skin.
Ishida, he growled. Something in him ignited while he began pounding himself into you, all while starring down at you. At your eyes. βGod,β he panted, βis that how you always look at me? With such fucking need.β
βGod, you look so pretty like that.β He began blabbering, all while continuing to stare you down. He was practically making you a mess; his words, his eyes, his dick, it was making you so wet. You could feel yourself dripping out along with his pre-cum.
You didnβt know what to say, too caught up with your moans. And when he began that lovely pace you truly loved, your eyes rolled back in pure bliss. Uryu, he used to love that, now heβs urging you to keep your pretty eyes open. βFocus on me,β he grunted, his heavy breathing fanning your lips. βDonβt close your eyes, I wonβt let you cum.β
You gasped. Blinking your eyes open up at him, crying out moans. βToo much!β You mumbled in a shaken voice, βI canβt-β βyou can, and you will.β Uryu demanded. βI want to memorized your pretty eyes looking at me like that, like a damn slut in need.β
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Λκͺ β¬β§κ°α ΰ»κ±ΰΌβΊ.π Chad isnβt nearly a saint but he isnβt an easy sinner. The man has urges, he knows that β and he knows he can easily ask you to satisfy them without a thought or a complaint. He just hasnβt discovered how to in a way where it feels gentleman like. He doesnβt want you to feel like a toy - despite how much youβve implied you wouldnβt mind. He also doesnβt want to tire you out in the middle of the day.
To say the least, Chad Yasutora loves receiving head from you. He loves to feel of your tongue dancing around his shaft, loves the feeling of your pretty lips wrapped around his tip and sucking on it. He loves seeing that your one hand doesnβt grip the entire thing because itβs too thick and shamefully, he loved hearing you struggle taking him in.
Your mouth and how you use it, is simply toe curling. Chad is never not struggling because of it; he always says that you did something new but he canβt exactly pin point it because it feels to good. You are always left clueless because you swear youβre doing the same things over and over again, sure sometimes you expand your horizons and do something new but, for the most part, itβs always the same actions.
βFuck..β Chad breathed out. His legs were spread apart, enough for you to be able to sit in between them. His hand gently gripped your hair, doing nothing in particular with it, just mostly resting it there. βGod damn..β he grunted out.
You were swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip, licking up all the precum that was oozing out from when you were stroking it. Your tongue lapped against the ridge of his head and his shaft, earning you a hiss from him. His thighs slightly flinching. Your lips smiled against his dick, feeling a bit prideful. You, making such a big man squirm.
Striding your tongue lower onto his length, your hand came up to continue stroking his tip. Squeezing and flicking your wrist around it, your thumb adding pressure. All of this attention was making it hard for Chad to be quiet, a few whimpers slipping past him. After coating his entire dick with your salvia, you went back up and started sucking on his tip again.
Grunting, Chads head lowered. It was impossible to keep his eyes open when you were just sucking him just right but he just had the urge to open them, and he was blessed.
You were already staring up at him, you always did. You liked the way he looked, how his head leaned backwards and his broad chest rose up and down. It stunned you, seeing him looking down at you. It stunned you but it aroused you. His eyes were half-lidded and his tanned cheeks dusted a deep shade of red.
Who knows what came over Chad, but seeing you like that β on your knees, pretty eyes starring up at him, it made him crumble. For the first time, he grabbed your hair with some strength and pushed your head all the way down his length, making you gag and your eyes water.
βKeep looking at me.β He ordered out of breath. His hand was firm on your hair, moving your head up and down. Making you gag each time. His breathing was going out of pattern, it was heavy and it was hard. He was just going crazy over you looking up at him like that; the sudden desire to spit in your mouth, call you all sorts of dirty things.
βGod, arenβt you a fucking whore.β He growled out, making you mewl.
