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cw: mdni (i'll block u), gn!reader, kissing, public-ish (no one sees), oral, cum swallowing
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Lovers who go wild at the tiniest things.
You’re not even trying to be sexy, and they’re not even trying to fuck, but then they see your hands move in just the right way, or your lips quirk up at the ends, or your body shifts in just the most perfect way to make their minds go blank.
They shepherd you off to somewhere private, where no prying eyes will get to see the way you melt when they cut you off with a kiss, cradling your chin like you’re made of porcelain.
“Please?” They ask softly, breathless as they let their free hand slide across your stomach to the curve of your hip. “You don’t have to do anything,” they plead into your neck. “You just have to stand there and look pretty while I take care of you… And I’ll take such good care of you.”
And when you nod, the air effectively stolen from your lungs, they leave one last lingering kiss on your lips before dropping down to their knees. They only pull your clothes down just enough to reveal what they’re after, preserving what little modesty you can have before they’re drowning in your taste.
They drink from you like wanderers starved, so engorged in the flavor of your arousal that they don’t even realize that they’ve got one of your legs draped over their shoulder, giving them the perfect angle for more while keeping you upright.
You taste like heaven, the musk of your arousal like the nectar of the gods with each swipe of their tongue. The sounds that leave you make their heart race in their chest, regardless of if they’re hushed whispers of their names or desperate pleas of “more, please, faster—“ They just want more of you.
So they guide your fingers to their hair, and it’s the only real warning you get before their efforts double over. Spit and pleasure drips down their chin, but they don’t care that they’re a mess. They’re a mess for you, in service of you and your voice and the roll of your hips against their mouth as they guide you closer and closer to your climax until finally—finally—the thread snaps and you fall apart.
Even then, they don’t pull away just yet. They swallow what they can, then lick up the rest, even if that means you’re both still a mess afterwards.
“You’re so pretty…” They press a chaste kiss against your inner thigh, too drunk off of you to say or do anything else. When you meet their eyes you can see the pure adoration in them, as well as their own need writhing tortuously from the effect you have on them. But loving you, tasting you, making you come completely undone with nothing but their tongue… that’s more than enough for them.
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Characters I was thinking of: Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Hawks/Keigo Takami, Laios Touden, Argenti, Serval, Jing Yuan, Karlach Cliffgate, Leandar, Kuras, + your faves <3
