#blowjop

featuring: kozume kenma x gn!reader, blowjob, aphrodisiac chocolates, free use implied.

when you peered into your boyfriend’s gaming room, the last thing you expected was to see him eating the aphrodisiac chocolates you had bought from the sex shop the other day. clearly, kenma paid no mind to the label “SEX CHOCOLATE” at the very top of the box.

he looked over at your shocked expression and cocked a brow, popping another chocolate into his mouth. he’d eaten the entire god damn box.

being the concerned partner you were, you rushed over and took the chocolate out of his mouth. he looked at you with a disappointed frown, almost a pout. “what was that for?” he protested.

ah, so he really was oblivious. you set the spit-covered chocolate down and wordlessly held up the box. a brown box with red accents. kenma paused before his eyes shot up to you.

“…what are sex chocolates? what does that even mean?” you sigh, utterly baffled by the obliviousness of your boyfriend.

“they’re aphrodisiacs, they make you uh.. y’know” you muttered, hoping he’d catch on. “make me what?” you scoffed, setting the box down. “for fucks sake— they increase your libido.”

a long silence followed, then a grin. this bastard thought you were joking. “that’s bullshit, stuff like that’s not real. it’s just people tricking themselves into thinking they’re getting horny by the chocolate, when it’s just them.” he insisted. you could sense a hint of worry in his voice, but chose to put it off as him being the usual sarcastic dick he was.

“okay, fine, see who deals with you later.” you sneered. kenma just snickered and popped the last one into his mouth.

and just 30 minutes later, he came up behind you while you were doing laundry, you felt skinny arms wrap around your torso.

“..hi.” he whispered, burying his face into your neck, ignoring how his aching cock pressed up against your ass. you paused in folding the clothes, turning your head around. “hi.” you responded, kenma’s slim hands led themself to your hips as he kissed your neck.

“you..smell nice.” he muttered, staring up at you with his golden, cat like eyes. You could tell he expected the response you always gave him. a smile, a “thank you”, and access to all your holes for his very pleasure. but no, since he wanted to pretend you were stupid, you decided it was your turn to be the oblivious one.

“oh? well.. thank you.” you smiled, but then, turned back around and continued your task of laundry.

kenma stood there, appalled at why you weren’t already guiding him to your shared room. his hands tightened on your hip, lips grazing your neck as he spoke. It took every vessel in your body not to give into his calm, half-whiny voice.

“..you smell really good, y/n.” He repeated. you cocked a brow, turning around and staring him dead in the eye. his pale face had a red flush over his cheeks and he appeared to be genuinely salivating over you.

“i said thank you.” he stared at you, letting out a low groan. “…i want you, please.” he gripped your hips a little tighter, grinding himself against your ass.

you found yourself in a position you’d been in countless times before, dragging kenma into your shared bedroom, but this time it was.. different. kenma seemed more eager, half a grin on his flushed face.

kenma didn’t bother to close the door behind himself before tackling you onto the bed. his hands gripped at your shirt as he climbed on top of you, pulling you into his arms as he whimpered out a tiny plea into your ears “fuck, I’m sorry— I thought you were joking, I thought it was a prank or something, but please, please help me..”

and who were you to deny him?

you positioned yourself on your knees infront of him, one of your hands running up and down his torso while the other slowly pulled off his sweatpants, the tent obvious in them. his hand came up to bury itself in your hair, grabbing it for stability as he raised his hips, allowing you to take off any unnecessary garments of his.

his cock bounced out of his boxers with urgency, precum leaking out his pretty pink tip. He looked down at you with a sense of urgently, pressing your face forward. “come on— ah, hurry..” He pleaded quietly, fisting your hair in desperation. you dragged your tongue down the underside of his shaft, a loud shutter escaping his lips as his head tilted back.

when you finally sealed your lips around him, a high pitched moan left his mouth. he pressed the back of his hand to his lips as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft, swirling your tongue around the top every time you made it up. pathetic whines and moans filled the room as he rambled, overwhelming need overshadowing his ability to think straight.

“please— ungh! oh, shit, aaahh..” kenma’s hand in your hair relentlessly tugged and gripped, desperate for any way to release all the energy the pleasure was giving him. you slowly traced your tongue down the vein that shot down the middle of his cock, watching his breath shudder as you hit the tip.

you grabbed his thighs, opening your mouth and swirling your tounge around this tip relentlessly. and kenma fucking lost it. with the inability to buck his hips up, his back arched as he gripped at your hair, you were sure he had pulled strands out by how hard he was tugging.*

“n-ngh!— ph—haaahh th-this isn’t fair, fuuckk! please, aah, holy sh—shit..”

before you could process anything, his cock was down your throat as he ground himself into your lips.

“haaah!— mmhh, yh—yeah, take me deep, okay? please, ggh-god..” he whined, stuffing your throat with his cock. your spit coated his cock like lube and your gags served as vibrations. kenma was hooked. usually, during sex, he’d lay back and have you do all the work, ride him, give him a blowjob, whatever, but for him to use you was a whole different territory.

his release trailed down your throat, he laid back on the bed and panted, whimpers escaping his throat as you took your lips off his dick with a pop. his cock twitched as cum continued spilling out of his tip. his breath shuddered as you climbed onto the bed, wrapping your arms around him.

“..you okay?” you muttered softly, kissing his cheek.

“..let’s go again.”

whiny boy.

a/n: reposting this because it got content restricted as if i haven’t written much worse things like what ?? 🫩 this was a request i received btw <2

tags: edging, oral, praise, sub roman, overstimulation

you’re sucking roman off after his first solo concert, he was so stressed before getting up on stage but he still went up and put on an amazing show.

‘i’m so proud of you’ you say, taking your lips off him for a moment before going straight back down. he’s a whiny mess, hollis is only sleeping in the other room, so you need to take yourself off roman pretty often to get him to be quiet. he starts bucking his hips up, thrusting deeper into your mouth. you take your lips off him.

‘stay still, ro, or i’ll stop.’

roman nods quickly, begging you to keep going. you always reward roman for being good for you, he’s really shy so you were so proud of him for performing the way he did. you even saw some videos already posted of him thrusting into fangirls’ hands. it aggravates you that he lets other girls touch him like that, so you speed up your pace without warning.

roman doesn’t whine anymore, he’s moaning loudly. you come back up to the top, swirling your tongue across his hole, before taking your mouth completely off him.

‘roman, be quiet’

‘i- i’m sorry. it’s just- so good..’ roman whimpers as you continue stroking him while trying to get words out of him. he keeps trying to buck his hips up but you’re holding him down.

‘you need to be good if you wanna cum. can you be a good boy for me?’ you whisper, still stroking his length gently awaiting a response from your whiny boy.

‘yes, yeah. i’ll be good. please, i promise ill be good.’ roman is so desperate, it’s pathetic. you slap his dick against your tongue which makes him squirm and shudder, then you take his whole cock inside your mouth, your head bobbing up and down quickly. he’s getting closer, you can feel him pulsating in your mouth.

he keeps shifting and biting his lip hard, trying to not let any noise out of his pretty mouth. you take him too deep and accidentally gag, he lets out a soft whimper. he grips the couch cushions, clear he’s gonna cum anytime now. he rolls his head back, mouth wide open.

his breathing intensified, you take yourself off him completely. his lifts his head up to look at you, confused and emotional.

‘what..? why did.. you stop?’ he huffs, he’s breathless. roman tries forcing himself into your mouth again, but you pull away.

‘i said you need to be a good boy to cum. you kept moving and you were being too loud.’ you shake your head, looking up at him disappointed. you love teasing him, watching how desperate & needy he gets, needing to relieve himself down your throat.

‘i- im sorry. please can i cum.. i’ll be a good boy.. i’ll.. i’ll be quiet.’ tears swell up in his eyes, he’s so overstimulated. he needs to cum. his chest raises and drops quickly, trying to stabilise his breathing to calm himself down, focusing on not making any noise.

‘relax ro, you’re okay.’ you reach you arm up, wiping his tears and he leans into your touch, sniffling but he’s calm now.

‘promise you’ll be good?’

he nods, staring down at you with begging eyes. you smile and start sucking his tip gently, not going too hard on him to start with. you taste him throughly, swirling your tongue all around his length, slowly making your way down his pretty dick. licking from his base, all the way up to the tip, then bobbing your head up & down again. he tastes so good, especially when he lets some precum drip out every so often, but he’s too close to give you any sweet surprises, now you’re waiting for the big load.

you look up at him, breathing deeply, mouth wide open, eyes tightly shut. you think it’s adorable how needy he is, you hear him whimper softly occasionally, but you just want him to cum. he doesn’t deserve this torture any longer. you wrap both hands around him while continuing to suck, twisting up & down.

he jerks from your sudden touch, he grabs your head out of instinct, holding you in place, then he cums hot & thick down your throat, painting your insides white. you choke a little with how much there is, but you swallow all of it. roman finally gets vocal again, whimpering & moaning loudly, holding your head tightly before letting you go.

his voice cracks as he lets out a final whine, his breath gone again. he looks down at you desperately, you continue gently jerking him until he starts squirming out of your grip.

‘please, enough..’ roman begs.

‘you were such a good boy, ro.’ you say softly, watching his eyes widen & brighten up. his eyes flutter shut, you’ve drained him. you help pull his boxers & jeans back up, he melts into the couch. you get off the hard wood floor, knees aching, and place yourself in his lap & he groans as you press against his bulge.

Synopsis: You want to please Michael the way he pleases you or giving Michael a blow job

Era: Not specified but I was imagining dangerous

Pairing: Michael Jackson x reader

Warnings/tags: smut (mdni), blowjob, a little size kink, daddy kink ( I can’t help myself😩 and only at the end), !femreader

Note: This is my first ever fan fiction plus my native language isn’t English so please excuse any errors! I’m so nervous to post this 😭

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Mhghh Robbys glasses being on the tip of his nose

Suck his soul out of his body Sunday.

I have not moved on from this yet 😩🔥