#hunluan.text

drunk! Vanta is certainly a lot to handle. yes, he's a sweetheart and silly and extremely affectionate. but he shouldn't have drank so much! it'll absolutely screw with his liver! you don't need your boyfriend in the hospital. and you're sure a hero like him wouldn't want to go out with death by alcohol. not a good look.

he was already like this when you came home though. giggling at his own giggles, cheeks flushed a crimson against his dark skin, and somehow being able to play whatever game without dying. you eyed the bottles of soju on his desk with a soft click of your tongue in approval. he didn't hear it though with his headphones on. and his laughter. which was so cute. but that was beside the point.

you crept behind him to get a look at his screen. you wanted to get him to sober up--drink water and maybe take a shower--but you didn't want to disturb him if he was streaming. it was something he cherished, and you didn't want to ruin that for him. however, upon scrutinizing the screen thoroughly, you concluded he wasn't streaming but instead playing online. which was perfect.

your hands went up to his headset to click the mic off. Vanta's gaze slowly slid to your form behind his chair. eyebrows furrowed at first, but after realizing it was you he lit up. he pushed himself off his desk, swaying a bit before latching onto you. you quickly went to hold him, trying to not get caught off balance by this huge koala of a boyfriend.

"babe! i missed youuu," Vanta slurred, practically resting his whole weight on you. you can smell the alcohol on his breath and scrunched your nose.

"Vanta. what did I say about drinking too much?" you chided, deciding to take his head phones off and drag him towards his bed.

"I sowwy. Just wanted to have a liiiiittle fun. you know. esperanza style."

with a roll of your eyes, you threw his disheveled form onto the bed. his hair is a mess, his buttoned up shirt has a few buttons undone and displaying his toned chest, and he's breathing hard. you'd think something else happened. you shook your head before your mind went down the rabbit hole.

"you need to drink some water and sober up. wouldn't want you to wake up hungover," you mused, glancing at the water bottle on his nightstand. you stood between his legs and frowned down at him. "c'mon."

his hand rests on his forehead, eyes closed. "you know, I wanna be a father one day?"

"yes, you've told me before," you chuckled.

"I wanna be a father so bad. think you'd look real good with kids," he mumbled, more to himself than you. "thinkin' about it lot. you, a mom. round with my kids in you."

your face instantly began to burn at the implications. Vanta smiled wide and hummed contently. scratch cute and adorable when he's drunk. he's a menace.

"I-I think you should drink this water," you stammered, then cursed yourself for doing so. you leaned down over him to hand him the water. he didn't move. "Vanta."

he sighed, reaching for the bottle and sitting up a bit. you carefully sat beside him as he took a couple sips. without thinking, you murmured--

"good boy."

and it set him off. entirely. no point of return.

so even though he's clearly drunk and whines about how much it hurts and how he needs it, you thought this wasn't right. you asked him over and over again, just to make sure. even though he was kissing down your neck with open mouth kisses, leaving a trail of bites and saliva and shamelessly rutting against your leg. even though each dance of tongues made you breathless and feel weightless. the heat built up at your core and you didn't have any breath left to ask him to rethink it again.

he steals kisses from you, hot and hungry. making loud groans against your lips. pants when you press your hand against his burning chest. whimpers about how much he needs it right now. takes your hand and slides it down to his tent underneath his grey sweatpants. so hard and stiff. you squeeze it experimentally and he cries, bucking his hips.

"ohmygod babe," he gasps, breathing hard against your collarbone. "please. i wanna be inside. please? promise it'll feel good. promise."

"okay," you breathe with a nod, scrambling to rip his pants off. he continues suckling on your neck as you do.

you rip off his boxers and his member slaps against your leg. Vanta hisses as the air hits it and you're quick to have your hand around him. you pump a good few times, watching as pre cum dribble out his flushed tip. you smear it across the head and repeat. he groans lewdly, struggling to keep his hips still. he seizes your hips and drags you closer to him, legs around his waist.

he slides his cock up and down between your folds, bumping against your labia and clit. you suck in a couple breaths as he gathers your arousal on his tip. Vanta stares, literally licking his lips. then, without warning, slips inside you.

you both let out sounds of pleasure, you from feeling so full and him from feeling too good. the way your insides hug him so tightly makes him keen, nails digging into your flesh. you can feel him twitch hard inside you and you give a soft moan.

"fuck, you feel so good. that's a good boy Vanta."

his hips snap forward and you grasp at the sheets for mercy. that's when he loses all control. all he can think about is how warm you are, your walls squeezing around his dick so nicely, the way your tits bounce with each thrust, your red lips parted as sweet moans escape…and god the way his member disappears into your cunt. he could do this all day.

"s-shit, wanna make a family. get you pregnant. stuff you so full of my come," he babbles, angling his thrusts the way you like it. and when he feels you tighten at his words and the way your blush deepens, he almost comes on the spot. "o-oh yeah? you like that? shit--"

"you can come in me all you want baby," you moan, wrapping your arms around his neck to give him a sloppy kiss. it felt like ecstasy, the way he pummeled you deep inside to hit that one spot that can make you release in a heartbeat.

Vanta's finger presses against the little bundle of nerves as he continues fucking you hard, admiring the frothy ring around the base of his cock. you cry out in pleasure, arching your back as the feeling tightened in your stomach. just a few more thrusts and--

your boyfriend unleashes a guttural moan before releasing his seed deep inside you. he weakly pushed himself deeper, to get his seed to spill into your womb. never have you felt so warm and full before. you whine at the feeling before coming yourself, body shaking with the euphoria. Vanta helps ride out your orgasms together before going limp across your body.

"Vanta," you sigh, meekly pushing at his shoulder. "you heavy."

a snore responds. he's out cold. you sigh again.

"i saw you looking at the man i was meeting with a little too closely," your boss, Luca Kaneshiro states, purple eyes boring into yours. you shake your head fiercely.

"Boss, I'd never--"

a harsh thrust up into your heat has you mewling, toes curled as you sat on your Boss's large cock. it practically splits you open, twitching inside your cunt. your Lucub mask, lays on his desk forgotten. now he has full view of the way your eyes lull back into your skull. jealousy thrums underneath his skin. only he would have your complete attention. not some random. you are to stay infatuated to him only. to stay loyal to him only.he takes a fistful of your hair to bring you close. "I don't recall giving you permission to speak."

you grind pathetically on his lap, seeking any friction. you whine like a bitch in heat, tears brimming your lower lash.

Luca tuts, loosening his hold. "is this what you wanted, you horny slut? to get me to fuck you like this?" he grabs your hips, his leather gloves covering your entire hip bones. raises you up and you whimper at the loss. he waits a few as your confusion shows on your furrowed brow. then he slams you down. no mercy. he squeezes his eyes shut and groans at the way you clench around his thick length. you mouth pops open as you let out the sluttiest moan he's ever heard, gripping his shoulders as if they were your only lifeline. back arched and tits in his face. he grins.

"now. will you look at another man like that again?" Luca questions, watching as tears fall.

you shake your head enthusiatically, rubbing your cheek pathetically against his. begging for forgiveness. his heart warms at the gesture. after all, he is a huge softie underneath all that grit.

"good girl," he whispers against the shell of your ear. you pant in response.

he raises your hips. you hold your breath. impales you once more, but meets your hips halfway. the smell of sex permeates the air, skin on skin loud and impossible to ignore. even more impossible with the lewd sounds of your cries and his groans as he relishes your tight cunt. uses you like his own personal fleshlight. his good little fleshlight, who rides him just as hard as he's thrusting. eager to be pumped full of his come.

he missed you so much, he ejaculated to your photos on his phone. all alone in his bedroom, rubbing one out and imagining it was your petite little hand enveloping his stiff member. he traced the vein on the underside and groaned. just like how you would tease him with your tongue, batting your eyelashes up at him like the little minx you are.

so when you waited for him at the air port in those little shorts that could hardly qualify as shorts, a loose crop top that showed off your tummy when your arms raised. he caught a glimpse of the white g string, bright against your skin and hugging your waist. oh, when he was alone with you.

and that's exactly what happened.

you pressed hard against the wall of the hallway of your shared home. Vox on you like moth to a flame. grabbing at your clothes, ripping them to shreds with his nails. you complained against his mouth and he shushed you, promising to buy something more expensive to make up for it. his own clothes were gone in a flash and your hands explored the hard planes of his chest. brushing against his nipple and he growled low in his throat, grinding his length against your soaking folds. his head pressed against your clit and you forced back a moan.

yanking his head back by his hair, you forced him to look at you. "couldn't even fucking wait till you settled in?"

"no," he rasped, nails digging into the fat of your thighs as he touched his forehead against yours. "missed you."

"what a dog," you scoffed, your own nails scraping against his scalp. "rutting against me like that. when are you gonna put it in?"

"and I'm the dog," he chuckled, lining himself up to your heat.you rolled your eyes. "you don't understand how uncomfortable it is--"

Your complaint dies on your tongue the moment he thrusts hard into you. no patience. it's like the moment Vox felt your cunt swallow greedily at his tip made his self control snap. mouthing at your neck as his cock drilled right into your cervix. your legs hugged his waist tight as your head throws itself back and nearly collides with the wall if it weren't for Vox's quick reflexes.

"i know my dick is good, but no need to kill yourself over it," Vox teases. you clench around him experimentally and he groans into your jaw.

"shut the fuck up," you quip brightly and you nip at his ear lobe. "now fuck me like you actually missed me."

there was nothing wrong with what you were doing, you assure yourself. everyone has done this. especially if they have a partner. especially especially when they were missing them oh so much.

which is why you have both ear buds in playing your boyfriend's spicy ASMR and have two fingers stuffing your cunt currently. this is fine! the shame you were feeling had nothing on the pleasure curling in your gut. it felt so good.

you angle your fingers upward, pushing up against that delicious spot. you keen with a low moan. squelching sounds filled your ears.

"that's a good girl. doing so well for me, aren't you baby?" Hex Haywire's deep trebble of a voice purrs and your core throbs even harder. "love it when I fill you up like this? can't even speak a word, can you angel?"

a pathetic whine tumbles from your lips as you get yourself on your fingers. thrusting in and out with the dirty praises in your ears. you always had a thing for his voice. the way he talks was so sexy. and when he seduced you with it was a whole new game. he knew you loved his voice, and spent no time teasing you. Hex would lean in and whisper in that velvety voice of his and you'd tweak. it made him laugh every time.

and now you're getting so close. your boyfriend moans loud and proud and it helps you reach your peak. just a few more thrusts and--

in the middle of your eyes fluttering in ecstasy, your room door opens. your eyelids fly open and you freeze with your legs wide open, panty hanging low around your ankle on the bed with the bedsheets pushed to the side. your clothes strewn about on the floor. your glistening folds on display. and the sinful "music" as background.

speak of the devil, it's your boyfriend, back from the student council meeting.

your chest heaves quickly as you stare at each other. your face burns in embarrassment to be caught in such a predicament. your hand between your thighs and moaning like a whore. you slowly tap your earbud to stop the ASMR. never breaking eye contact.

more awkward silence. Hex's eyes drop to your soaked fingers and you close your legs finally in shame. in a blink he stands in front of you and forces your legs back open. you squeak in surprise.

"i was only gone for a couple hours," he teases with that deep timbre of his. Hex's glasses flash as he observes your form. he licks his lips. "and look how wet you are already. did you miss me that much, my love?"

"i--" you start, gaze darting elsewhere.

"use your words, baby," Hex cooes, rubbing a circle on your knee. it's distracting. and so is the way he's practically devouring you with his eyes.

you stammer. "i just! you know. we haven't been able to- to spend time together a-and i was missing you! that's all."

""that's all"?" he repeats, glasses sliding down his nose as he gazes down at you. you nod furiously. "so this is why i come home to hearing you moan and shoving your fingers inside your pussy?"

you flush at his vulgar words but nod all the same. he clicks his tongue with a shake of his head.

"this won't do. my darling will not suffer alone. what are you even listening to anyway?"

Hex snatches your phone and you watch with owlish eyes. he double taps your screen and reads. a smile slowly appears. he puts it on the bedside table. you blink up at him, fingers still knuckle deep inside you. he gently takes your wrist and tugs slowly. you shudder at the loss of weight but you quickly gain it back when Hex replaces your fingers with his.

you cry out at the sensitivity and he seizes the opportunity to eat you right up. lips moving passionately against your own as he lazily pumps his fingers inside your heat. you buck your hips against his hand, noises of pleasure wantonly muffled. he nips at your bottom lip and soothes it with his tongue. you open your mouth instantly, which earns a low rumble of approval. his tongue dances with yours in seconds, wet kissing sounds and the sound of your cunt swallowing his calloused digits.

he pulls away from your mouth and you chase after him with a soft whine. Hex chuckles, takes your chin in his other hand. he murmurs words of affirmation and love as his motions slow inside you. "it's okay, I'll make you feel good baby."

you grab his big wrist and bat your pretty eyelashes at him. "please papi. need your cock. miss you so much."

your tongue grazes over his thumb and he sucks in a breath. his eyelids are heavy with desire as he pulls his fingers away to lick them clean. your legs quake with anticipation and your cunt pulses. wordlessly, he takes the backs of your knees and yanks you toward him, your back on the bed in seconds. he rips off his belt, unzips his pants and they drop around his feet. your boyfriend stands at the foot of your bed and your hair fans out around your head. you grip the sheets, preparing yourself as you look at his weeping cock, the tip an angry red and leaking with pre cum. he strokes himself a few times, ensuring his length was nice and hard with a hiss.

Hex runs his hand through his hair. "you ready, darling?"

you nod eagerly. "yes, daddy."

"good girl," Hex growls before pushing himself in.

your nails dig into the sheets, back curved like a bow. everytime you got intimate with him, your body still needed to adjust to his…well. big size. it was a feat to get the monster inside you. but with the price of walking privileges and rearranging your insides. it was so worth it.

your walls clamp around him and your boyfriend gives a low groan, cursing underneath his breath. tears rim your eyes.

"'so big," you mumble with heavy breaths.

Hex leans forward to give you a forehead kiss, his other hand snaking around your leg to your core. he shushes you and presses circles against your clit. you moan softly, focusing on the pleasure rather than the burn of ths stretch.

a few minutes pass. you nod. Hex slowly buries himself in you and the both of you sigh in pleasure. before your boyfriend sets a punishing yet delicious pace to have your eyes rolling backward. skin against skin. sweat dripping. cries in the air along with the scent of sex. his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. he cages you in with his arms, moaning shamelessly about how tight and how good you feel around his dick. how he missed you and wished for this gorgeous pussy around his cock every day. how much he wants to fuck you and make you cream around his length over and over and over…

you exchange clawing the sheets to clawing his back and the bed thumps hard against the wall. neither of you cared. only for the sweet build up of pleasure burning in your guts, and the way each other sounds. you hiccup and moan his name, along with calling him "papi". it drives him feral, and he responds with calling you his "good little slut" and driving you deep into the mattress. your legs hold on for dear life around his waist.

"'m close!" you babble at him, panting and whimpering.

"come," Hex orders, voice gravelly. "come for me, babygirl. be a good girl and come for papi, yeah? fuck, you c-can do that, right slut?"

and with a high pitched stutter of a cry, you release hard onto his length, the frothy ring spreading and dripping onto the bed sheets. again, you could care less. your walls squeeze like a vice around him and he helps you ride your orgasm out with a set jaw. and with that Hex groans as he pulls out, pumping himself a few good times before coming all over your stomach, hot semen coating your sweaty skin.

he plops beside you with a huff, brushing the hair out of your face. you giggle breathlessly and hold his hand against your face. he chuckles himself, gaze full of adoration as he looks you over real quick.

"I'll get you a towel, clean you up."

Hex rises, smiling at you sweetly. "want any snacks? water? should i start the bath tub too?"

you get up on your elbows. "all the above, please."

"anything for my princess."

and he pads off with a goofy smile on his face. you smirk as you stare at his ass as he walks away.

this was truly the life.

"i was wondering where that shirt went!"

Seible, your beloved boyfriend, stands in your doorway with his hands on his hips. his eyebrows are furrowed and his lips are downturned, but you can tell he's faking being angry. his lips are trembling and he straight up is trembling to keep the act together.

"oh, this?" you tug on the collar of the blue dress shirt, revealing your collarbone. you don't miss the way his gaze dips for a moment. "it's mine now. it's my birthday after all."

finally, he breaks and lets a puff of laughter escape him. that's the sound you've been hearing on your phone for a few hours. Seible was streaming as per usual. he really wanted to take the day off for you, but you insisted because you love it when your boyfriend streams. however, you did suggest a horror game for him to play, and he couldn't exactly deny you…

"you're so lucky it's your birthday," he sighs dramatically, creeping towards your form on the bed with his usual Seible smile. he pouts. "you made me play such a scary game."

"you know i love horror games," you reply with a chuckle, laying on your side and propping an elbow up on a pillow to watch him approach. you fold your legs in more and Seible catches a glimpse of your bare thighs.

"are you wearing any pants underneath that?"you raise a brow.

"come over and find out."Seible finally crawls onto the bed with half-lidded eyes. his gloved hands touch your ankle. you unfold your legs to lay on your back and slide underneath your boyfriend. he takes the opportunity to slide his hand up as you move, his hand now resting on your hip.

"you're not," he murmurs as he quickly slips his finger underneath the band of your panties to let it snap against your skin.

you jolt a bit and slap him lightly on the shoulder. "Seible!"

he laughs again and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close. you see the affection in his eyes twinkle like stars as his cheeks redden. you smile, batting your eyes at him. a request. and Seible is more than willing to grant it.

his mouth claims yours in a heartbeat. his lips move against yours as he lifts a leg to hook around his waist. his tongue swipes at your bottom lip and you open your mouth contently. as you do, Seible grinds his clothed length against your clothed core. you gasp and Seible swallows it up, his muscle massaging yours. you moan into the kiss, your cunt suddenly throbbing twice as hard. you cant your hips up to his slow humping, drinking each others' noises of pleasure.

"you're so pretty and perfect to me," he mumbles against your neck after the both of you pull away for air. your breath hitches as he laughs shakily, pausing his movements. "so smart, so capable. you're just so you it's amazing my love."

your heart stutters in your chest at his confession. he always made sure you knew he loved you more than anything.

his teeth graze your pulse point before sinking his teeth in. you whine, jerking underneath him. you can feel him smile against your hot skin as he presses hotter kisses and sucks to whatever patch of skin he can find. you pant and arch your back, just a bit as his hand wanders…

…in between your legs and under your panties and gathering the slick. his glove somehow adds more pleasure as you throw your head back slightly with a huff. you got wet so ridiculously fast.

Seible continues murmuring words of affirmation as he almost lazily plays with your clit, circling it and randomly pressing on it when you get used to the feeling. dipping his finger into your eager hole that tries to suck him in but he leaves before it can. He seems to get off on your wanton moans, eyes dilating as your face contorts in pleasure. his breathing got heavier.

"you make it so hard to control myself around you," he groans, dropping his head next to yours.you grip his shoulders and breathe, "don't."

he groans again before kissing you sloppily, all saliva and tongue. his hand stops its movements to jerk your panties down. he kisses his way down, lapping at your nipples and causing you to cry out before throwing your legs over his shoulders. he kisses your hot core before going in.

you grasp his hair in your hand and try to shove him deeper into your flesh. Seible moans against the sensitivity, sending you bucking into his hungry mouth. he laps at your cunt like a dog starved, flattening his tongue and trailing upward. suckling mercilessly on the bundle of nerves as he pumps two fingers into your greedy hole. he's making all sorts of lewd whimpers, no doubt humping the bed as he eats you out. and the idea of it gets the coil tighter in your stomach.

"fuck yes Seible," you gasp, hips twitching. your eyes roll back, your head with it. "fuck, im gonna cum. feel so good, gonna cum real good fuck--!"

his fingers curl up and pump faster and he sucks hard on your clit till you see stars. your mouth gives a perfect o shape as you release all over your boyfriend's face. he wastes no time slurping it up, your essence like nectar from the sweetest flower in his mind. he cleans you up real good, the sensitivity making you jerk a bit and whine.

the world spins and you're on your stomach, face in the pillows and ass in the air. Seible squeezes your ass with one hand, the other going to shed his pants and boxers. he hisses as his stiff cock pops out and against your ass. you watch as he admires your dripping core and pumps his length. you wiggle your ass at him and you swear you heard a low growl from his throat.

he enters inside with no struggle. fuck, the weight of him, him filling you up so well…you could cum with him just sliding in. his arms on either sides of yours, your back against his as he pants next to your ear. he grinds into you a bit and the most pitiful whine falls out his lips. you squeeze around him at the sound and he moans

."you're going to be the death of me. i-i love you so much. i think im gonna cum if i move even a centimeter."

"inside," you plead, grinding against his pelvis for that beautiful sweet friction. "inside please baby."

"h-how can i say no to the birthday girl?"his hips drag backward, just the tip inside before slamming in. you scramble at the pillows, for the sheets, the walls, anything. Seible bites your shoulder hard, face blushing furiously and sweat sliding down his neck. but it doesn't muffle the sounds he makes as he fucks you fast and good. all he can think about is stuffing you full, cumming as much as he can into you, so much that it overflows out of you when he finishes--

and with that he cums deep inside you, hips flush against yours as he curses. you squeeze one good time and cum with him, drool dripping into the sheets. Seible tries to catch his breath, bunching his shirt on you in his fists. still inside you and twitching.

"i love you. h…happy birthday sweetheart."

you glance at him over your shoulder with a sly smile. "does that mean i can keep the shirt?"

he slides out and you swallow a whimper. he lays you on your back and rises to his feet once he's off the bed and fixing his pants. he disappears to grab a small towel and he winks at you when he returns.

"sure. but if only i get to cum in you when you wear it."

"wearing it everyday now.”