heâs had you to himself for three days, and he still canât get enough of you. he didnât think josephine leaving the two of you alone for a week would result in this, but he canât complain. not with the cute, inexperienced sounds you make and the beautiful expression you give him when he makes you cum. itâs given him a hunger he didnât know he was capable of having.
heâs made you cum seven times within the three days and two nights, all with his fingers except for the one you reached on his thigh. every one of your orgasms hammer at his control- he wants nothing more than to take everything. but heâll be patient with you. for now.
he would guess he has a total spent time of four hours with his fingers probing inside you, analyzing your expression with every nudge. seeing how you react to this pace or that one, how your tight pussy clenches even tighter when he talks to you, how you move your hips when you get close because youâre his greedy girl.
he has you pinned underneath him, caressing the side of your face as he smiles down at you. heâs been touching, rubbing, mouthing on you for at least an hour. both of you are sweaty and pent up- his balls are starting to feel heavy and tight. every time he tries to slide a finger inside of you, you squirm and shake your head.
âwhat? i know you want more, cause i do, too.â
youâre so sweet. you nod sheepishly before saying, âit hurts.â
youâre too sweet to him. too good for him. he wants to see how ruined he can make you.
âyeah? your little pussy still raw from last night?â he smiles and softly says, âlet gege take a look.â
your protests are completely unheard. he lifts himself off of you and travels lower- where his face needs to be. your panties are soaked; he canât stop himself from licking a stripe up the entirety of the wet spot. your hips shift away from the friction, and he hooks his fingers around the fabric hugging your hips and pulls down. a thick string of your slick snap once your panties pass your knees; his control snaps with it. he canât keep only using his fingers.
he dives in between your thighs and audibly slurps against your folds. you taste so sweet, you feel so soft. he stares up at you from under his disheveled hair, gazing between your tits with your juice everywhere under his nose. the expression you give him is more than enough confirmation. he needs more of you.
âha, yeah,â he almost feels bad when he gets a proper look between your legs. he laughs and mutters, âpoor baby was rubbed raw. so fuckinâ cute. guess i should make her feel better, right? iâll be gentle. i promise.â
he doesnât have to use his fingers to touch you. seeing you this close up, this ruined for him⊠heâs not leaving without getting the full experience.
âyour gege wouldnât hurt you. no, not at all. a good gege would take real good care of you, yeah? right?â heâs spreading your thighs open, digging his fingers deeper into your thighs. âstop squirming. how else am i supposed to be gentle?â
you donât say anything else, so he leans in again to run his tongue along your bare, open pussy. he sucks on your clit, then basically unhinges his jaw to devour you further into his mouth. your fingers nestle against his scalp, and he lets go of you with a pop. drool and slick is getting everywhere; he doesnât mind.
youâre more relaxed now, enough to gaze into his eyes and mumble, âyou like it?â he hums a laugh and kisses your thigh before responding, âfuck yeah.â
heâs tracing every part of your open pussy, wrapping his tongue under and around the fingers thrusting inside. heâs trying to commit your taste to memory, like heâs done with his fingers and how you feel. youâve stopped trying to push him out and have resorted to your legs directly over his shoulders, voice calling out for your gege every time his knuckles are flush against you.
it drives him insane. you make him want to never come back up for air.
âstop talking. iâm not talking to you, mei, iâm talking to her.â he gives the gentlest bite on your clit to enunciate his point, and you dry heave a sob. âiâm tryinâ to listen to her. be polite.â he returns between your legs.
âsomethingâs supposed to happen, dummy. iâm done getting interrupted.â
youâre squeezing his fingers so tight. your voice is desperate and shaky- youâre close. he wants nothing more than to taste it straight from the source as he makes you reach that point. heâs drinking, slurping, lapping up and down your sopping pussy. your legs are trembling; he canât stop, not when youâre so close. even if youâre sobbing out for him to stop, that you already came, youâre gonna pee on him- pee on him?
he definitely isn't stopping now.
the only downside to eating you out is that he isnât able to talk you through it. heâll have to play around more with you to figure out how to make you squirt with his fingers- or his cock? just the thought of you not only stretching around him, but gushing- he wants nothing more than to tell you how good of a meimei youâre being for him, that you taste even better than he imagined, please please please squirt on his face-
heâs never been so close to cumming without any touching. heâs positive that if he wasnât so focused on keeping the pace of his tongue, he definitely could cum in his briefs just from this. the two of you have time, after allâŠ
âoh, f- fuck- iâm-â you donât finish your sentence, you finally let your pussy do the talking instead. he cups his mouth around your pussy again, staring up at you while you squirt directly into his open mouth and arching your body inward from the force of your orgasm. once heâs satisfied with his fill, he pulls away, even slurping up his drool so he doesnât waste any, and lets the rest of your release gush across his face, his neck, until it weakly pulses out of your wet, raw pussy.
youâre gasping and twitching, flexing your fingers and toes as he licks his lips and sits up. heâs breathing as heavily as you are, staring down at your flushed, teary, adorably embarrassed expression.
âmy meimei tastes so sweet. all for your gege.â he pulls off his shirt from his collar and crawls on top of you. youâre not even looking at him- he doesnât mind. he wraps his arms around you to pull you close and peppers kisses over your annoyed face.
âtold you i was gonna pee.â you grumble.
âmhm. and i told you how good you taste.â he kisses you on the mouth now, sticky and sweet from his⊠adventure. you kiss him just the same.
âneed some water? iâll be back. then itâs round two, pips.â you roll your eyes at his flirty wink before he gets up. when he comes back, youâre still spread bonelessly on the bed, staring at the door. waiting for him.
I'm back đ
So it's already been a year since I've started this blog??? Honestly, I'm not in the Hazbin Hotel fandom anymore TT despite me only making 2 posts about it đ„.
I plan on rebranding this blog so it's more broad (?). It'll basically be more so gacha games like HSR & ZZZ, and animes like One Piece and WIND BREAKER, not just Hazin Hotel.
Though, this doesn't mean this will be the end of me drawing Hazbin Hotel fanart. I definitely will draw more fanart of it when later episodes come out and all.
I will just dedicate this blog for all my interests and not just Hazbin Hotel.
That speaking, I will also make a side-blog for things about my OCs! So stay tuned to that.
I'm a little obsessed, just a little bit, with Angel Dust.
Just a quick doodle because a classmate asked me to draw something so OF COURSE I drew Angel Dust.
Angel Dust photocard
I really like drawing Angel Dust, he just gives me so much joy when drawing. Drew this piece during my break at school and I literally had no concrete idea besides: "Angel Dust in a dress, smoking." So, I drew this.
He's just so pretty guys.
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