#spoiled.ryusui

Senku: When it comes to sex, I think Senku is a low-maintenance type of guy. He prefers something that isn't draining and doesn't overly exhaust his body. That being said, receiving oral is his favorite.

Senku loves being able to sit back and watch you lap him up. He often sits back with his arms behind his head, and you nestle between his legs. He can't decide which is better. Closing his eyes and just allowing himself to submerge himself in the feeling of your wet lips sucking and slobbering on his cock, with your occasional teasing licks and kisses to the tip.

Or sitting back and watching with half-lidded eyes the way you work to please him. Watching the way you bob your head up and down the length of his cock with drool and slober running down your mouth and his cock—balls slicked with your spit. Lost in the way you stare at him, lips tugging with a mischievous smile before you take him to the back of your throat. Loves the way you bat your teary eyes at him.

When you give Senku head, he tries his best to stay quiet. Soft, pitiful moans, gasps, and fragmented thoughts spill from his lips. He bites down on his lips to be able to stay quiet, often piercing the skin, and the taste of iron floods his mouth.

He tries to stay silent, but his body speaks for him. His hips stagger, flinch, and jolt uncontrollably. He bucks his cock upwards, catching you by surprise. He tries to stay still by digging the heel of his foot into the mattress, but your mouth is too much. More often than not, he loses control of his hands. They snap toward your head before he realizes what he's doing, and he pushes you further down his cock before releasing his load down your throat.

He prefers cumming in your mouth. If he can help it—if he has the restraint to not cum down your throat—he prefers to fist his cock over you, splattering his cum over your face. Like an animal marking what his, he marks you with his cum.

Ryusui: This man prefers to give oral rather than receive it. But if you're offering…he's not going to deny you. Just be prepared for him to return the offer. And what's the easiest way to return the offer? 69!!!

He's got your legs spread in front of him, thighs crushing his face, but he doesn't mind. Not when he's got such a perfect view of your puffy, needy pussy. And you? You're face-to-face with his hard cock. Standing upright in all its glory. Long, girthy, veiny, and a happy trail that leads to the base of his cock where his heavy balls sit. He's trimmed neatly between his legs, but the smell of him is intoxicating.

All of your senses are overwhelmed by the meal in front of you. It takes two hands to hold his cock, your finger tips barely wrapping around his cock entirely. You inch closer to it, resting your face between his legs, mouth sucking on the shaft. You kiss it feverishly, the taste of it addicting. You're teasing him just by sucking and kissing him, not yet having taken him into your mouth completely. He snaps his hips, bumping his cock to your face, and with his finger prodding your slick entrance, he urges—begs you to give him what he wants.

He gives you never-ending praise when you start to take him into your mouth. It's a struggle that deserves praise. He's so big and thick, your mouth aches from the stretch. You can't even fit him entirely in your mouth, having to use your hands to jerk whatever you can't take!

Ryusui doesn't shy away from being vocal. His moans are deep and breathy. Often cursing under his breath at how good you take him. As mentioned previously, he praises you up and down! Starts to greedily lap at your wet pussy, not wanting to be outdone by his favorite girl!

Stanley: Definitely has a humiliation kink! A man like him, who's gone through special training in the army, is used to the harsh treatment along with the ridiculing shouts of his superiors. Who's to say that hasn't influenced the way he treats you in bed!

Stanley loves to squeeze your cheeks between his fingers and his thumb while a wad of spit drips from his mouth onto your awaiting tongue. More often than not, he'll have your face pressed against the floor, his foot on your head, while calling you names that bring tears to your eyes.

"Slut." "Whore." "Barricks Bunny."

He has you begging for him to fuck you with his cock. Slapping you across the face while calling you a "needy slut" for being so wet. Pulls at your hair, while slapping his hand across your ass as punishment for cumming without permission.

"What do you say?"

"Thank you, sir."

Humiliation kink that overlaps his need to dominate you!

Ryusui: Likes to be humiliated occasionally! I don't really see him as the one humiliating his darling. He loves you too much to be mean to you! He might occasionally tease you if you make a mess or when you're needy and desperate for him. His teasing doesn't come off as mean, not when his eyes absolutely shine at you, with the proudest smile on his lips!

Ryusui indulges in humiliation kink every so often. He'll be on his knees, hands pathetically clutching your waist, as he buries his face between your thighs. He'll beg and beg you to let him taste you on his tongue, but you'll deny him. He'll beg like a child who's been told no at the store. Tears spring to his eyes as he promises he'll be good.

"Please," he whines, holding your foot in his hand and kissing your ankle tenderly. "I promise I'll behave."

Xeno: Xeno is a pathetic man who hates to lose and will do anything to win, so I'm a firm believer that Xeno is a switch for many kinks and roles! I believe he switches between being humiliated and doing the humiliating!

Slap him, spit on him, press your foot against his cock so he writhes in pain, and maybe even press your cunt against his face and tell him to clean you up! He's your to do as you wish! Call him "worthless" and "loser," and he'll cum while crying! Loves to be gagged and tied up, not being able to do anything while you ride his cock for your pleasure only!

If Xeno is doing the humiliating, he often starts with you on your knees, your tongue cleaning up the dirty leather of his shoe. He'll sit there silently, his cold eyes following your tongue, leaving you to wither in your own insecurity. When he decides that enough is enough, he'll move his foot, angling it to push your chin up so you can look at him.

"You'll take what I'll give you," he says as he loosens the belt at his waist. He stretches the rough leather in his hands, then signals you to rest against his desk, your pretty white underwear soiled by your neediness. "You'll count every single one, and you'll thank me."

"Yes, sir."