catch an epic wave! woosh~!

they can judge even me.

[aeferfckr]

#splish-splash wavechaser .ᐟ ‧₊˚ ⋅

"umoja" mualani phoca neomonachus

carrd ! masterlist ! taglist !

(inactive) main blog: @aeferkssr

please do not translate/repost my work without my permission. all characters i write for are not mine.

[aeferfckr]

you've heard of dancehall edits, now get ready for dancehall blurbs!! :smile:

CW: fem/afab!reader, drug use, use of cannabis, technically dubcon since they're both zoinked, p in v, cowgirl position, pls don't flop :pray:

KINICH'S room reeks of sweat, weed, and fuck. the electric guitar track blares all throughout his room, the lyrics vulgar and indecent to match the way he eyes you up and down as you hover your cunt over the tip of his cock.

he slides down a little more on the bed, hypnotized by the way your hips move. gyrating and grinding on his cockhead in maddening circles. the smoke from the joint between your fingers plume into small shapes as you bring it to your lips.

you draw — grabbing kinich by the collar of his t shirt so he looks you in the eyes, which are bright red and droopy to match yours — and blow a steamy stream of smoke directly into his mouth. you feel his dick twitch under you.

he leans over slightly, a hand leaving your waist to grab a lighter. your movements never slowing down as he lights his second spliff of the evening.

kinich draws as you sink down on his length, drawing out a deep moan from his throat. for kinich, this was what

he thanks every decision he's made up to this point to feel this good. the green love potion carries a buzz that compliments the tightness of your pussy grinding down at the base. the grip on your waist tightens as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

you look gorgeous on top of him, ethereal, even. (the weed has a way of making him a lot more poetic, he would of never used the word 'ethereal' sober.) your jaw slack, lips wet and plump, eyes hazy, and seductive, and staring right into his.

he's starting to understand what they mean by 'girls are drugs'. well, his girl is anyway.

aeferfckr

[heartkaji]

“tie me up, kinich.”

the drum of rosebud fingertips on ivory wood. your breath, a sigh. kinich bites his lip with sugared teeth & you swear copper spills out like blood. you don’t want to repeat yourself.

“kinich,”

“no.”

your tongue clicks / a hand runs through his hair.

you hate it when kinich says no. you hate it, & so you won’t take no for an answer. you uncross your thighs & push yourself off his bed & kinich peers at you through lidded eyes. his breathing is labored & heavy.

“y/n, we’ve talked about this.”

“i don’t like it when you say no to me, kinich.” you wrap your arms around his neck & he shivers. it’s slight but you don’t miss the way his pupils flit between you & the door, his nose freckled in dots of cherry & peach shine. your tongue licks your canines.

“please kinich ?” a roll of his eyes / a pout of your lips.

“i hate it when you beg.”

“i hate when you say no.”

kinich sighs with his throat. he dips his head to your neck & you can feel the drag of his lips across your skin. his lips are slightly chapped so the contact makes you shiver. “don’t know what i’d do if i hurt you.”

it’s a breathy mumble & if it was any lower you swear you would’ve missed it. rosebud fingertips glide down his nape. “you’d never hurt me, i trust you.”

his lips meet your jaw & you sigh. “you’ll tell me if it’s hurting ?”

“promise.”

“liar,” he clicks his tongue. “get on the bed.”

© ─ heartkaji ; do not steal, copy, edit, translate or reupload

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call me a chicken soup cooker the way i'll handle those breasts RAW

[aeferfckr]

IM FAMOUS YESSSSSSS

[merelylillies]

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Note: ‘‘Ovulating every other fucking day...RELEASE ME,,

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Fandom: Hoyoverse’s Genshin Impact

Pairing: (Fem.)Reader x Malipo Kinich

Content Warnings: (NSFW) Headcanons, Praise, Slight Teasing

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Kinich in bed? Yeah, okay, I'd die happy. Kinich is extremely level-headed, always calm if not borderline disinterested. He isn't usually one for sugarcoating his attitude or sweet talking but you can bet your ass that nonchalant attitude 180s once you hit the sheets.

Personally headcannon him as a switch, leaning top, and heck, even if you're the one topping, are you actually the one in control? He'd so be the type to lean back, either with his back to the headboard or fully lying down, and watch you do your thing with unfiltered amusement in his eyes. He'd be a tease, not in the sense that he'd edge your release, but rather, he'd help it build faster than you can help it. "You doing okay up there?" he'd speak up with a barely hidden huff of laughter. "Need my help? Sure looks like you're doing just fine on your own.".

He'd keep eye contact with you, and if you blinked for a second too long, he'd be on you in an instant. "What? Is it too much?" he'd sit up, his chest against yours, quickly rising and falling, "Keep your eyes on me, cmon". If you started to get fidgety and visibly close, he'd grab your hips and help your movements meet his, "Mmm feel that?" you'd squeeze around him and he'd choke out a, "Oh I know you do..". He's the type to smile, smirk, grin, so proudly, so smugly as he sees bliss wash over you, and keep his grip firm on your hips or thighs, making sure you stay right there, so you could feel him twitch inside you when he hears you moan as you release. Want you to be fully made aware of how you make him feel.

If he found out you were into praise, oh, how he'd never let you hear the end of it. You're already struggling to breathe, and he'd just smugly let it slip past his lips; "Yeah? You're doing so fucking well.". He'd layer it on thick, making you constantly stumble over your own breaths and always finding a new way to let his words really get to you, really get you there. "Is this what you needed pretty girl?" he hums hovering above you, his small grunts near your ear as he gets closer, "Because fuck this is what I've been thinking of all day," he relishes in the small trembls traveling your spine, "daydreaming of how good you'd feel, how you'd look so good for me, and be so good for me".

He'd know. You're ovulating? He knows. You're just in the mood? He knows. Stressed? Yup. Pent-up? Uh huh. Needy? He's already smiling at you knowingly. "Don't be shy," he'd look at you intently, "I'm not going to judge you, especially not for wanting this.". I don't think he's the type to make you admit your desires outright or make you beg for it, I think if anything, he enjoys the act of being proven right enough. He'll go along with your actions if you're too shy to voice your needs, and instead will just make little adjustments to fit what you fantasized about this time. "There." He'd manhandle you into a different pose, shift himself behind you, voice near your neck, like you'd secretly wanted him to, "This better?".

Would be completely normal about taking care of himself in front of you, or casually when you're together, or sharing the same space. That's one of the benefits to his usual lack of care; if he got hot and bothered, he'd palm himself without a second thought. You just came home from your outing, and you make your way to the bedroom? Yeah, he's on your bed, hand down his baggy pants and panting, moaning every now and then, loudly. He knows you're there, he just doesn't give a shit. In fact, he'd force himself to go faster, to tease more, and just overall make his voice needier, and whinier, and if he's feeling like you need to hear it, he'll let even a whimper slip. He's well aware you get off on his pleasure as well, and would immediately beckon you over to finger you deep if you felt your core heat up watching him. He's running the fingers along your walls, thumb rubbing onto your most sensitive part as he'd speak quietly, "You liked it? I'm glad" he's chuckling, "I'll do it more often then" and the fingers are slipping in and out so easily and they feel so fucking good but all he says is "There we go," with a smitten smile.

[aeferfckr]

i dont even watch porn like that guys but i found this absolute GEM like i haddd to share with the class

fem/afab!reader, impact play (slap dat ass🙌), nicknames (baby, princess, lwk good girl)

the sounds of skin against skin fill up your boyfriend's bedroom as he rams into you from behind, his hand slapping your ass for a dizzying mixture of pleasure and pain.

you scream into the pillow below you - the only thing semi-grounding you on your trip to pound town -, taking in full force how his pillows smell just like him. this only added to the allure, for all of your senses are full of him and him alone.

the thought makes you mewl, your cunt squeezing around him impossibly tighter as he grips into the crumpled up blanket holding your ass up.

"fffffuck, you're so tight baby." his voice deepens as he rocks into you even faster. you could only respond with open-mouthed moans as his tip grazed the parts of you that had you seeing galaxies.

you were cumming soon, and he knew that.

"you g'nna cum for me, princess?"

",,yes,," you manage to say from the top of your high. looking back at him, his furrowed face meeting your teary eyes and drooling lips, you ask him, "can i?"

he almost stops entirely. he wanted to launch himself onto you and kiss that blissful expression on your face, but he had to finish what he has started. with one last slap to your ass he commands,

"cum."

and like the goodest girl in the world, his princess, you obey.

CHILDE, WRIOTHESLEY, wanderer, kazuha, kinich, pantalone, CAPITANO + ur favs <3

[luffysprincess]

Imagine being Aether’s travel partner in Natlan. You’ve had to split up for something small but as he’s walking on to his next mission he hears you humming to yourself. So he thinks up a funny prank where he’ll indwell an iktomisaur and scare you before revealing that it’s actually him. Except when he lands near you, he freezes in shock bc he was not prepared to see your naked form bathing in the water.

When you turn around at the sound of movement, you perk up at the cute saurian that’s decided to give you a visit. You even beckon it closer bc of course you’d like to pet the exotic creature and Aether is freaking out not knowing what to do.

He has to make sure you don’t find out that this is him, so he should act like a saurian and walk towards the human offering him food but holy shit your tits are out and the water droplets that fall around the curve of them have his tongue twitching in his mouth. He knows he should look away at least, but it’s not really something he can do if he wants to prevent you from growing any suspicion about his saurian appearance.

So instead he walks towards you, and pecks at the crackers you’ve placed down at the edge of the water for him, hoping you’ll get bored of him or put your clothes on soon. Not that he doesn’t like seeing you in the nude, it’s just that he can’t handle the sight.

And later that night when you finally reunite with him at dinner, you point out the obvious blush he’s got and he makes an excuse about his tatacos being too spicy. Maybe one day he’ll tell you all about what actually had him red in the face, but for now he’ll avoid the topic and push it to the back of his mind.

[onlinedolly]

“you like me, baby? that’s cute, you’re a sweet little thing. why don’t you show me, huh? take your top off for me, why don’t cha? bet you look so pretty with your tits out — yeah, yeah. just like that. god you’ve got pretty little tits, shhh don’t be embarrassed now baby, not when we’ve gotten this far. why don’t you— yeah show me your cunt. thaaaaaats right doll.”

• toji, kenpachi, gojo, getou, quanxi, bokuto !!

[aeferfckr]

imagine u finally get the courage ask someone out and they say “aww thats cute. take off ur clothes.” like WHATTAYAYY

[allamericandogboy]

why is taking nudes so hard. there’s my ass i guess. jesus christ.

[aphroditesswan-deactivated20250]

PLEASEEE MORE MEXICAN KINICHH I BEG

me when my precious mexican man

semi inspired by @chiscaralight ‘s pussy eater kinich post!!

fem reader + mexican kinich, fingering, body worship, praise, this is actually really sweet im lowk crying kinich is very loving in this

"eres una chica tan buena para mí, hermosa.”

kinich had you sat on his bed, legs spread for him so prettily. ever since he found out how wet it made you when he spoke spanish, he couldn’t help but milk it as much as he could.

he sat on the ground between your legs, kissing from your ankle to your inner thigh, thumb rubbing slow and gentle circles onto your clit.

“how you doing up there, cariña? feel good?”

kinich pressed a kiss to your clit, fingers teasing you by dipping softly into your slick and bringing it to his mouth, his other hand gripping your thigh. he was intent on making you feel good tonight, slow and steady.

he stood to lean over you, both hands on your thighs as he pushed himself up before one traveled back down to your pussy, fingers stretching you with his mouth on yours to swallow your whines. he drank you up, every part of you was his to enjoy and he couldn’t have been more grateful to the archons for that.

“such pretty noises, hermosa. you’ll keep this up for me, yeah? make me happy, baby.”

kinich smiled into your lips, fingers slowly moving into you and exploring parts you couldn’t reach, pleasures now exposed that weren’t known before. trailing his lips down your jaw to your collarbone, he placed soft kisses to the skin every time he felt necessary which in turn was almost every time he came to a new area.

just hearing you softly breathe, feel your hands hold onto his arms as he moved his fingers in and out made him want to cum in his pants. kinich was a simple man, he sees you enjoying yourself and he can’t help but feel the same.

“thats it hermosa, i’ve got you.”

and that he did. there wasnt a doubt that you trusted him with your life, your body, your heart. there wasn’t a time where he wanted anything but to make you happy and fuck, you were you feeling it right now.

the pleasure was so immeasurable it was almost overwhelming. lips where he felt appropriate and fingers trained to make you feel good at all times.

you were the light of his life, the very sun in the sky that he could only hope to hold as closely as he did you now. he was intent on making that know to you, whether that was a quickly met sentiment or one that would take until sunrise.

[miyaz6ki]

★ the way he sounds in bed (ft. kinich)

nsfw utc obvs, got an ask abt this n deleted it, anyw here u sweethearts go

; definitely uses pet names 'sweetheart, baby, & pretty'. straightforward and blunt, just how he likes and always does it. ; really really really really likes it when you call his name out, especially with a clear moan and/or groan. ; really into praise, especially when giving it to you. ; very into grinding his tip against your hole. ; eye contact is definitely his thing. ; also I think when he doesn't wear gloves, he has rings on, just a personal headcannon for context for some of the stuff in the stuff below.

"that's right.. wan' to here ya moan.."

"that's it.. ffuck yeah that's right.."

"ooh.. that's why you moaning so much huh? you like my rings?"

"you feel it inside you, don't you? g'na bulge this sweet lil tummy of y'rs baby."

"oohmf- haah.. doing s'good for me."

"no nonono- look at me, baby."

"fffuck that's right, moan my name.."

"c- can I fuck you? please?"

"hnngh- sshit baby.. sssuchh a perfect fit."

"ooh, pretty.. y'want me to fill ya up, right?"

"sssshit, stop clenching so hard sweetheart."

"fffuck, baby y'gonna cum again?"

"shhh, quiet now sweetheart.. don' want kachina n mualani to hear us now, right?"

"mmmmf- taste s'nice down here.."

"eyes on me, and stay on me, 'kay? gotta see how you roll those eyes back again."

got lazy, so hav tiz. feel free to req diff character for this :P

[chiscaralight]

don't fuck your enemy!

synopsis: you just so happened to end up drunk with your enemy in the club bathroom. what would be more fuck than punching him in the face? fucking him!

includes: nsfw! scara x reader public sex ish. slight degradation. unprotected bathroom sex, p in v sex, mentions of oral sex, reader is under the influence but its all consensual. slight car sex, little bit of regret. this feels new to me, but I absolutely loved writing it! based off a request that I will link here

“scaraaa…”

“quit whining.”

you’re wiggling your hips to him, as he struggles to get his belt off.

“you’re obnoxious. is this how you treat everyone you say you hate? slut.”

“and you’re the one feeding into it. just shut up and-“

the moan you let out is drowned in the music. it’s not loud enough to draw attention, but if anyone else is in the bathroom, they’d definitely hear it. it’s not your fault you’re in this position, after a couple of rounds of shots, this stupid, sexy man wouldn’t stop staring at you in what he says is ‘disgust’. hard to believe when he wasted no time in following through with your advances, pressing you against the stall wall and crashing his lips onto yours.

but yes, you’re a slut for letting him push his cock past your lips, keeping your eyes trained on him as he groaned about how good that felt when you weren’t spewing bullshit, or you nuzzling your head into his hand as he tangles his fingers in your well-done hair.

but no, he’s not a fucking whore for dragging you off the ground and for bunching your short dress up at your hips. nor is he one for pressing his lips against your skin, marking up and down your neck as his fingers glide over your clothed hole before pulling your panties into the side.

you won’t let it get to you now though, because the mixture of the alcohol making your mind spin, with the way the heat from his fingers is dancing around your body, tracing obscure shapes into the fat of your hips before sliding up to cup your breasts is enough to keep any other words out of your mouth, save for his name.

it’s almost insane how good he is because he’s rocking just enough to hit you with enough force, but not enough to shake the plastic frame of the makeshift wall. your hands are finding his wrists, trying to ground yourself to something, anything while he fucks your senses away in the bathroom of some upscale nightclub, trying to ground himself from how good you feel. this has to be wrong on so many levels, fucking you, after everything you’ve said, he’s said, you’ve done, he’s done?

that seems to be the least of your worries now because he can see your eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out of your mouth as he slides a finger into the heat of your mouth. your reactions to his touch are quick, the way you jerk into his hand, or close your lips around his fingers like it was nothing. like it’s what you were made to do. his wet digits now slide back down towards your swollen clit, applying a certain pressure that has you crying out his name with that grating, gorgeous voice of yours. he doesn’t even have it in him to silence you, he’s twitching at the way it rolls off your tongue. fuck, if he knew you’d be this perfect, he would have cut the bullshit and bent you over long ago! but maybe it was more rewarding like this, fleeting memories of all the times he’s pumped his cock to the thought of your face moving through his mind, as your lewd expression brings him back to you.

he’s craning his head the slightest bit to catch your eye. when he does, you smile. and he could cum right then and there from the way your eyes crinkle at the corners through the flush of your cheeks. you mouth out a silent ‘kiss’, and he’s on you in an instant, tongue sliding against yours as the bitter taste of the alcohol finds its way toward him. but he doesn’t care about that. he’s more concerned about the way you’re starting to writhe and shake against him, becoming more and more unsettled with the lack of your own movement. so you do your best to stop him, pushing him off of you as you finally get to breathe. your words come out with a sweet giggle, finger pressing against his chest as your drunken state blurs your vision the slightest amount.

“wanna ride you, pretty boy.”

if anyone who didn’t know the two of you were to for some reason swing this door open now, they’d think the two of you were insatiable lovers who just couldn’t wait to make it home. to anyone that doesn’t know you, they’d probably have to wipe their eyes twice to pretend they weren’t seeing you bounce on scaramouche’s cock like this. he’s seated on the closed toilet lid, absolutely dazed as you ride him to bits. your nails are digging into his shoulders hard, giving you strong balance as you move with a determination even he can’t fathom. but you’ve been dreaming of this, finally getting him to shut up with that pussy or yours, it’s a shame you didn’t get to shove his face in it; but maybe it’s for the best. even in this mindset you know tomorrow is going to be full of headaches and a lot of unanswered questions, so why not enjoy the now? keep anything from getting too far. what exactly is too far you ask? you’re not sure either, because licking into each other's mouths while he fucks up into you would be seen as pretty far for some people.

and he breaks away first, lazy eyes searching yours as he mumbles about his coming orgasm. you’re smiling that stupid smile that makes his dick twitch again, and giving him a polite nod. his eyebrows furrow.

“inside? you sure?”

you’re rolling your eyes at the obscurity of it all. he can ‘discretely’ slide your expensive lace panties into his pocket, press you up against this gross wall, and even fuck you presumably drunk. but cumming inside you is weird.

“yes-yes! i’m sure. just-just hurry up,”

and he’s smacking his teeth at the tone of your voice, hand coming down strong on the swell of your ass while he starts to chase his orgasm. your breaths are shallow, deep with intent as you grind against him, brushing up close to him so you can release in tandem with him.

it works a little too well, because you’re spasming against him in a way that he’s never seen before. your orgasm, plus the feeling of his cum starting to paint your inside white hot with thick spurts is peeling away any reservations you had about this whole situation before, moans loud and cracking as you ride it out for the two of you. his head is hung back, adam’s apple bobbing only a slight bit as he comes to, the soft bite you give it making him snap his head back down before he pinches your thigh. you pout, but begin to get up nonetheless, because you’ve probably spent way too long in here already.

you're much more sober now, trying to ignore the daggers that scaramouche is glaring into your back as you adjust your outfit in the mirror.

"was the sex really that bad?"

the statement is supposed to sound snarky, but it comes out more desperate than anything. you clear your throat, focusing your attention on the paint on the floor instead, dreadfully anticipating how he will bite back this time. but he doesn't. instead, you're greeted with the plush of his lips against yours, hands finding a home on your hips omce again as you grip at his collar. you're moaning into his mouth once more, attempting to slide your tongue against his.

but he pulls away before you can, beelining for the exit door instead. your lips are in a hard pout. as you hear him mumble something about needing to go home. you also happen to catch the part where he more clearly states the exact parking space his car is in right now before letting the door swing shut.

you're alone with your thoughts now. your mind is much clearer, and you're visibly torn between doing the right thing, that is, going back to your friends and enjoying the party like you should've been, or going down and potentially making the same albeit lovely, very rewarding mistake twice. the way the 'fuck it' rolls off your tongue now is a secure answer to what you decide to do, quickly making your way towards where you hope your friends are before announcing that you'll be on your way.

it's been minutes, seven exactly, scaramouche is counting. he shouldn't be here, he should've left immediately he stuck the key in the ignition. but he's waiting rather impatiently, in hopes that you'd find your way down. he knows you're not stupid, he knows you would regret it, hell, he should be regretting it too. but that annoying little feeling in his heart won't let him pull out of the space just yet. and thank archons for that, because he can see the pattern of your dress outside his tinted window as you tap on the glass.

the silence once you get in is stupidly uncomfortable. the air is thick with tension, both of you avoiding each other's gazes as the impact of your previous actions weighs in the air. scaramouche takes the initiative to speak first.

"we should-"

"your windows are tinted. can you eat me out?"

he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"you're absolutely insufferable."

"l-less talking, please."

he'll roll his eyes, but dip his head back down between your legs all the same. you're sprawled out in his back seat, fingers tangled in his hair as his tongue assaults your folds. maybe the first kiss was a mistake, maybe him fucking you aginst the wall was a big mistake. but his fingers sliding into you now? curling just exactly where they should be? there's no mistake here.

[aeferfckr]

voiceline so good i had to make a comeback

"you've done a lot for me, and i don't take it for granted. you can either name your price, or accept what i offer you in return... i swear on the "malipo" name that no matter which you pick, you won't be shortchanged."

this request of yours definetly wasn't expected, but surely isn't unpleasant.

his grip on your hips merciless as you fail to keep up with his pace deep inside your tight hole. his dick rubs against your gummy walls as you scream into the pillow below you.

you never thought that he would take your suggestion seriously. it was embarrassing enough when he took you unto his lap and made you say all of your darkest, and dirtiest, desires as he played with the hairs on the nape of your neck.

speaking of, you feel his fingers weave through the strands of your hair and pull, forcing you to meet his face that's leaning over to meet yours.

"don't try hiding your moans now, princess, you were the one who wanted this after all" kinich growls in your ear, his strokes never missing a beat.

the only thing you could do as your eyes roll to the back of your head is whimper and moan as he bullies that sweet little spot that made you see stars

"you like it when i push you around huh?" he says as he pushes your head back into the pillow, "you like getting treated like the dirty slut you are, [ name ]?"

you lack of response elicits a sharp smack on your ass

"answer me when i talk to you."

you whine, "fhuck yes,, 'ts sho good"

he laughs as he slaps you ass again, and again, and again, harder and harder each time. he returns to the ruthless grip of your arched back as you ass blooms a red mark in the shape of his palm.

your whimpers turn into full on moans, your nails dig into the cotton sheets as you feel your orgasm rapidly approaching. your pussy quivers and clenches around him in accordance.

"aww,,, you wanna come, baby?" kinich coos as he reaches down to play with your clit. you plea with him to let you finish, but he has other plans. plans to make the most of the situation (and the pussy) before him.

aeferfckr

[aeferfckr]

how 2 write backshots,,,

[aeferfckr]

really short but it afab!aether came to me in a dream (u didn't dream shit u just watched twt po-)

afab!aether. afab!reader. trans!aether (not mentioned). scissoring. pretend i mentioned the star shapes top surgery scars.

bumpin' coochies with aether sighh,, guy's dont even get me started.

he's gripping onto your thigh like a lifeline, trying to stay sane and on the ground with the mind breaking pleasure, threatening him to let loose.

he ruts onto your clit as his head cranes to leave open mouthed kisses on your ankle.

his moans fall out of his mouth, hot air steams from his mouth with every pant and whimper he makes

you're not fairing any better. his weight is pressing down onto your poor cunny and rubbing it with his own

your mouth hangs open but is covered by the back of your hand, not close enough to muffle your sounds, but close enough for your lover to pout

he drapes your leg over his shoulder so he can hold the very hand covering your mouth.

his whimpering voice makes it sound more as he was begging then reassuring you, 'you sounded beautiful, please, let me here more of you'

your fingers entangle with his own as your body shakes, you two share the last orgasm of the night.

aeferfckr

[yuki-world]

那维莱特 | NEUVILLETTE ; LEARN

summary | neuvillette finally shows you what an orgasm feels like with his tongue, too bad you want it with something else of his.

tags | nsfw (smut), fem!reader, slight corruption, loss of virginity, cunnilingus, vaginal penetration, semi-public sex, creampie, 3.3k words

a/n : pt 1 here --> teach, but can be read on its own! a gift for those who requested a part 2 hehe

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“i thought you said we weren’t going to bring this up again, neuvillette?”

well… it's quite unfair that he doesn’t reward you for the deed you’ve done. after all, the chief of justice should be ensuring fairness. it’s only equal if you get something in return. besides, you asked him to help you experience what an orgasm felt like, and he did agree.

but he really shouldn’t. that blowjob was a one-time thing, he made it clear. he didn’t want to corrupt you too much. can’t have you being too addicted to him and his cock, can you? but… then again. if he’s already indulged in your curiosity the first time, surely a second time wouldn’t hurt? only to help you learn, of course. its not everyday that he gets a chance to experience any sexual activities considering how busy he was. its not like he found anyone to do this with; until you came along. but he hasn’t even courted you, its so backwards. what happened to tradition?

“i believe it’s only fair that i respond to your interests in… learning about orgasms,” neuvillette responds, pulling off his gloves. “furthermore, you waited the whole night for me. it's wrong of me if i let you leave empty-handed, no?”

it's true; you stayed up all night just to visit him in his office once he finished his work. he’s been so busy nowadays, it's only at night when he truly has any free time at all. you feel a bit bad for intruding into his free time, but you barely had the chance to talk to him this whole week. little do you know, he doesn’t mind a single bit. not when its you. truthfully, he misses your consistent pestering too. he’s been drowning in so much work, he just couldn’t find the time.

you giggle at the seriousness of his tone. you didn’t necessarily visit him to ask for any sexual favours. he was the one who brought it up when you stepped into his office at 1am. well, maybe, just maybe, he was looking forward to it.

“so you’re gonna give me a mind-blowing orgasmー is what you’re saying,” you teased, and he chuckled.

“more than mind-blowing, y/n,” he corrects, making his way over to the sofa. “so much so that you’ll never forget your first. you have my word.”

seeing him so bound on making you feel good was attractive, to say the least. its the way that he kneels down, fingers free of his glove gently stroking your thighs, that has you drooling. it's insane how much his touches affect you, you’re sure he noticesー notices the way your legs part for him immediately. he didn’t even have to ask. he plants a kiss along your inner thighs, pushing them nearer to your chest. he doesn’t bite or suck; he’s just so gentle.

you squeak as he hikes your skirt up, face flushing red the moment his eyes focus on your covered cunt. “is… is this really okay, neuvillette?” you ask meekly. it's embarrassing how wet you got from him just kissing your thighs.

“foolish question,” he replies. while he understands it's your first time showing yourself to anyone, there’s no need to be embarrassedー not in front of him. he slides your underwear off, your glistening pussy on display. all for him to see, and taste. his thumb slides up your folds, collecting some of your stickiness. he has to have you.

you let out a gasp as his tongue settles onto your pussy for the first time, the warm muscle making you clamp your thighs around his head instantly. fuck, what was this feeling? he barely even made any movements, but you already feel like you’re on cloud 9. he flicks his tongue against your cunt, lapping up all the juices.

he sucks on your clit occasionally, making your whole body twist in pleasure. your thighs were clamped so tight around him, you thought you were suffocating himー not that he minded. “fuuuck, neuvillette,” you whined as he sucked particularly hard. his tongue experimentally dips into your hole, and you throw your head back. you felt tight even on his tongue; the confirmation that no one else has fucked your little hole just made his cock twitch.

neuvillette tongue-fucks you through the entire session, spreading your lips apart to get a better taste of you. he couldn’t stop himself; you tasted amazing. no other taste could satisfy him after this, he’ll need to eat you out everyday to feel fulfilled. “you taste absolutely divine,” he breaks away for a few seconds, before diving back in to taste your cunt once again.

he was addicted. you couldn’t help but feel something approaching, almost like you needed to pee. “waitー ahhー i feel weird,” you tell him, but he continues eating you out. he knew how close you were, and he wants to edge you so bad. just to tease you a littleー take the orgasm right out of your hands. but he won’t, not this timeー not your first time. he’ll let you enjoy every single moment of it. you deserve it after all.

“neuviー please, waitー fuck!” your legs shook as you reached your high, clenching onto his tongue and juices gushed out of you like a waterfall. your breaths quicken as he continues his administration, cleaning up every last bit of your cum. you taste so sweet, he would never get tired of it. in fact, he’s already planning to invite you to his office tomorrow; just so he can savor you once more. and maybe the day after. and after.

he finally pulls away, lips and chin glossy from your wetness. you take in the sight in front of you, and you blush. “so that’s what an orgasm feels like…” you trail off, and he wipes your juices off his face with the back of his hand.

“it felt good, yes?” he questions, standing up.

the erection in his pants was so obvious. you saw the outline of his cockー it looked like it was going to burst out of his pants from how hard he was. you blinked a couple of times as he handed you back your underwear. you were a little dizzy from how powerful that orgasm was, you don’t even notice him giving it to you. all you could focus on was how turned on you were from him getting hard from eating you out. your hole clenches around nothing, as you chewed on your lip. perhaps… you needed something inside of you.

“are you alright, y/n? you seem a bitー”

“can we…”

what?

oh, oh no. he knows what you’re going to say; he knows exactly what you’re going to ask for. thoughts are racing through his mind because he’s been thinking about this ever since the day you gave him a blowjob. he can’t allow himself to take your virginity, not here, not now. you’re barely ready to take anything inside of you, much less his cock. do you even know how big he is? oh, of course you didー so why are you asking this of him? he might tear you apart with that fat cock of his, and he definitely does not want to hurt you. and defiling you in his office? no, he’ll do it on his bed where you’re comfortable.

“…can we have sex?”

his eyes widened, thoughts doing a 180-degree flip when he hears those words come out of your mouth. it feels more surreal when you actually say it, when you actually ask him. he might’ve expected it, but that tone you asked it in was definitely… something. you asked so sweetly, it would be a crime to say no to you. someone as powerful as him, being so weak for you was something he’d never imagine would happen.

maybe he should really start thinking with his head instead of his dick; he’s so hard. he’d be a fool to not take your offer. to feel your cunt squeeze around him the moment his tip prods at your entrance, you’d probably whine and cry out from how big he was, nails clawing his back exactly the way he likes it. fuck, how tight you’d feel as he slowly inserts more of himself into you. would you even be able to take his entire length? it doesn’t matterー he’ll stretch you till you’re able to, till you can handle all of him.

but he knows better than to give into his desires so easily… right?

“i…” neuvillette is at a loss for words. he’s already too far in, its best that he stops at eating you out. but his dick is twitching in his pants, and your hands are reaching towards his beltー

“y/n,” he calls out, and you stop. “maybe not this time.” heavy emphasis on the word ‘maybe’, because any little thing you do might just change his mindー he’s that weak.

“why?” you pout, disappointment written on your face. your hand retracts, and he looks away. “you don’t want to fuck me?”

god, you… you and your vulgar words. so bluntly said as if you weren’t just embarrassed a while ago. you really think that he doesn’t want to fuck your brains out? “it's not that, love. it's just…”

“i can take it, if that’s what you’re worried about,” you smile, and he swore his heart started beating a little faster. it's silent, and you try again, hands reaching for his pants.

he doesn’t stop you this time.

your hands are already halfway through with unbuckling his belt, and you plead once more for any confirmation from him. “please, neuvillette? take my first?”

“fuck, alrightー okay,” he says breathlessly, his hands moving yours away as he unbuckles his own belt. he couldn’t take it, not when you were begging so nicely. it just shows again how hard it was to say no to you. he might give you everything you’ve ever wanted if you just asked.

“but you have to promise me,” neuvillette starts, unbuttoning and pulling off his clothes. “if i make you feel any discomfort, please voice itー”

his sentence gets cut short as you pull him down for a kiss. sometimes he just talks too much, you think. it was sloppy, tongues intertwining as he pushed you onto the sofa, crawling on top of you.

he breaks away from the kiss, hands hastily taking off your top. he pulls down your bra as he gets a glimpse of your bare tits. kisses work their way down your neck and onto your nipples, sucking and fondling each tit. you let out a moan when his hands slide down to your hips, pulling your skirt off.

“you are the most beautiful woman i’ve ever laid my eyes on,” he compliments, giving you a kiss on the forehead. your cheeks heat up. “really?”

“you think i, the chief of justice, would lie to you?” he asks, and you roll your eyes. he frees his cock from the constraint of his pants, and he presents himself, hard and erect all for you. he lets your hand roam around his body, finally landing on his cock. you give it a few experimental strokes, making him sigh. small drops of pre-cum leak out from the tip.

no matter how intimidated you were by his size, you were determined to take it. no way were you leaving tonight without your virginity taken.

he spreads your legs apart, sticking two fingers into your mouth. “suck,” he instructs, and you do. your tongue licks around his fingers, coating them fully with your saliva before he takes them out. one finger is inserted into you with no resistance, and he tries with a second one.

you moan at the pleasure as he pumps his digits into you, your wetness making it so easy to slide in and out. were you that turned on? it felt weird at first, but you got used to it quickly. it didn’t hurt or anything, but you definitely felt him stretching you out. he feels how tight you are, clenching around his fingers like you didn’t want him to take it out. but you did want something moreー this didn’t fill you up enough. “how do you feel, y/n?”

you hummed in response. “mm, it's not enough. i want something bigger,” you respond, and he takes his fingers out. he pops them into his mouth, tasting your sweetness once more. “i’ll give it to you. i’ll give you everythingー anything.”

he swallows as he lines his cock up with your entrance, seeing how big he was compared to your pussy. fuck, he might really tear you open. he spreads your pussy open with two fingers, his cock rubbing against your folds. “are you ready? take a deep breath for me.”

you heed his advice, nodding as you inhaled. he rubs his cock-head against your entrance a few more times, before he finally pushes the tip in.

you moan immediately, feeling the stretch of his cock. oh, he was big alright. it was only the tip, but you felt like he was going to split you in half. “so… mmhー big…”

its taking everything in him to not cum right now.

his head was spinning, it felt like he was in another world. he really just took your virginity, he really just deflowered you. did he even deserve this opportunity, to be your first? decades of not fucking anyone really heightened every feeling. you were so tight, he could barely move. you clenching around his fingers prior was nothing compared to this. his fingers on your waist grip harder, and he has to stop himself from even attempting to push his cock in any further.

“neuvillette? iー i said you can move,” you repeat. he must’ve not heard you. after all, his mind went blank the moment he pushed his tip inside of you.

“just a moment,” he clears his throat, panting as he dips his head into your neck. so this was what he has been missing out on? he might become addicted, and it's just the tip that's in you.

“you feel so good, fuck, i…” he mutters into your neck, slowly pushing more of his inches inside of you. you whine, hands wrapping around his neck. you have no idea how bad he wants to slam his entire length into you right now, but he stops himself. you felt so full, so fucked out, you could barely form a sentence. his cock was already hitting your cervix, but it still wasn’t all the way in.

“how are you feeling? tell me,” he demands, and you struggle to let out any words. “goodー great, i don’t know, please,” you mindlessly babble. you don’t even know what you’re saying ‘please’ to.

neuvillette starts painfully slow, dragging his cock in and out of you to let you get used to the feeling. the stretch was amazingー you didn’t know having a cock inside of you felt this good. it stung a little, but nothing too painful that you couldn’t handle.

he eventually picks up the pace, going faster once he sees that you’re starting to ease up. “want it faster?” he asks, and you nod eagerly. you could take it, and you wanted to feel all of him.

he throws both your legs over his shoulders, pressing them against your chest as he drills his cock into your tight cunt. the feeling of you clenching around him each times he thrusts into you has him feeling drunk. he fucks you so hard, yet so gentle at the same time; it doesn’t seem possible, but somehow it is.

your nails dig into his arms as he continuously pounds his cock into your hole. you’re ruined, and he likes it that way. the face you’re making right now has him groaning out. he doesn’t care that he’s in the officeー doesn’t care if anyone walks by and hears both of you moaning. you feel so fucking good around his cock, none of that mattered.

“y/n, you’re so tight,” he hisses, your pussy clamping onto him like a vice grip. he leans down to kiss you again, fucking into you harder.

you moan into the kiss, hands pulling at his hair when his cock hits a particularly pleasurable spot. he can’t lie, pulling on his hair makes his balls tighten. “so good…” you drool, and he smiles.

you couldn’t think about anything else but the way neuvillette’s cock was slamming into you so roughly. you could barely respond. it's like he was craving for this, like he was depriving himself all this time just for this moment. you felt your orgasm coming much faster than the first time.

“i’m gonna cumー neuvillette, ahh,” you moan, and his hands immediately reach down to rub at your clit. “yeah? enjoying yourself that much?” he teases, and you whine in response, and he pounds into you harder. you’re so close, so close…

“fuck!” you almost screamed out as your orgasm hit you. you see nothing but stars as your pussy clenches on his cock impossibly tighter than before, your eyes rolling back from the amount of pleasure that just washed over you.

“ohー fuck, y/n, this is…” his hip stutters at the sensation, warmth and wetness drenching his cock. you pant as he continues fucking into you, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm. he was chasing his own high too.

he needs to cum inside you, he won’t settle for anywhere else. he wants to see you squirm as his warm cum fills your insides. he wants to see that white ring of cum form around the base of his cock, watch it all leak out after as he struggles to stuff it back into you.

“let me cum inside of you, please, y/n,” he begs, and who were you to say no? the iudex of fontaine begging you? you’ll gladly allow him. you were planning on letting him even if he didn’t ask. “do it, i’m all yours, neuvillette.”

hearing those words were his final straw. “take it, fuckー take it all, oh,” he halts with one last thrust, dumping his load into you. white, milky cum fill your insides, warmth spreading throughout your lower half as you moan at the feeling. it almost felt comforting.

he continues depositing his cum inside your cunt, panting. he didn’t think he would cum this much, was he really that deprived of pleasure? he sees his cum leak from your cunt even though you’re stuffed full of him.

“my love,”  he calls, caressing your cheek, and a peck to your forehead. you shy away. “you.. you really need to stop calling me that.”

he raises his eyebrows. did you not like that? but he’s been calling you that all this time…

“before i ask whyー are you alright? i didn’t hurt you, did i?” he asks, concerned. you giggle, he’s always so caring. as expected of neuvillette.

“yes, i’m fineー great even,” you smile, and his expression softens at the assurance. “good.”

“just that… should you really be calling me that? i mean, i don’t hate it, if anything its the opposite, but,” you clear your throat. “we’re not even… together. unless its just, a one time thingー or something like that.”

“i understand,” he says, and you make eye contact with him. he looks gorgeous, covered in sweat but absolutely glowing. ah, focus. “my apologies for confusing you, but i do have intentions of courting you.”

oh?

“you do?” you ask, and he can’t help but laugh. “are you saying you haven’t seen the way i look at you, y/n? and whatever we’re doing now is… i wouldn’t do this with someone i didn’t have feelings for.”

you hum. “i mean, you haven’t exactly made a move, unless you consider this one?”

“well, this is slightly backwards, but tell you what,” he starts, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “come home with me, and i’ll plan something for the both of us in the morning,” he whispers into your ear like it's a secret. “how does that sound?”

“i… think that sounds lovely.”

ー @yuki-world

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