absolutely adoring the way his thick cock slides in and out of your wet mouth. his cockhead hitting the back of throat until his balls squish against your cute lips. tasting the saltiness of his precum on your tongue is like a treat.
hissing as his hand snakes to your hair, grabbing fistfuls before using your mouth as a fleshlight. in other positions, he'll place his hard hand against your throat, fucking your head while it repeatedly hits his thighs.
"fuuuuuck, baby. like fuckin' your pretty cunt. swallowin' that fucking cock--you gonna let dada come down that throat?"
after he floods your mouth, he'll push you off of him and kiss you, he's nasty, and moans when his cum seeps into his mouth from yours. your tongues meet as he feasts and when he's done, he'll give you a lazy smile.
he may not seem like it, but yuta loves when you choke him. when you’re sitting on top of him, riding his cock, moving your hips so his tip presses against your spongey spots—he’ll move your hands to his throat. he feels bliss when you restrict him from breathing, he’s a strong and fierce sorcerer but when you’re on top of him, he feels the pleasure of being bullied again. it goes without saying, that he likes returning the favor.
cheating is not something hakari usually does. not gambling, not with his relationship, not ever. but fuck, if you didn’t feel so good around his fat cock, he wouldn’t feel the need for it. kirara is sweet to him, she has a temper like his, and likes to drain his bank account, but she doesn’t feel like you do. not even when she’s talking his ear off on his phone, does he stop ramming his cock into your pretty cunny.
“what are you up to, kin-chan?”
you can hear her voice and fuck, do you feel bad. she doesn’t deserve this, she’s sweet, and cute. you’re sure she’s giving hakari plenty of fun fucks before.
more on yuta, he lovessss, absolutely lives to suck on your pretty tits. his mouth around your nipple as he humps his cock into your undies. he’ll whine around your tit, licking his tongue around and playing pretty little kiss noises against your chest. if you pet his hair while he sucks, he might cum faster than he wants to. he loves to fuck your tits too, he’s big—much bigger than what he used to to be, but even then, it’s still a sight seeing such a powerful and strong boy humping your tits like a little puppy.
i can’t stop thinking about precious yuta, he has a cock thats bigger than he can handle. all he knows is how to rub his tip and hump his pillow until he eventually cums but once you come along and show him how to use it, he’s unstoppable. constantly sticking his fat tip into your tight hole, almost cumming instantly, he shakes and thanks you for letting him around the warmness of your walls, and after all that, he fills your womb with his cum.
heaven. that’s all you can say as you ogle nanami’s arms. you whimper against higuruma’s touch, his fingertips rest against the wetness of your panties. kissing nanami had you gushing, your slick damping a spot on your cute underwear. higuruma kisses your neck once more as nanami lowers onto the ground, his knees bracing himself on the floor.
“god, baby, so fucking wet. you got like that just from a few kisses?”
higuruma laughs against your neck, his smile evident of his humor. you let out a murmured agreement—your head already feeling like it’s spinning against the controlled environment. god, it feels like this has been thought out, surely your professors weren’t setting this up, right?
“i’ve waited so long to see you like this. so pretty, sweetheart. got sick of hearing hiromi talking about you in this way without me.”
i feel like hakari would have this little agreement with you when he's gambling...walk with me 🧘🏽♀️
one that specifically requires you dressing provocatively and prancing around the other players at the gambling table. you know, to distract them, get them to show their hands. and he encourages them to look at you, too. lets their beady little eyes trail over your smooth skin, tongues darting over their bottom lips when they catch a glimpse of your tits spilling out of your top.
when he wins, though, because of course he does, he gives you half of the earnings to go shopping <3 you're his partner in crime, after all.
ooooh lexi i love the sound of this! >.< it wouldn’t even feel sleazy the way he does it. this is a scheme. calculated. theatrical! ❤︎
he’d lean back in his chair like he owns the entire room, thick muscles swathed in black fur, one arm slung over the back, eyes half-lidded but watching everything. and before the game even really starts, he murmurs it low so only you hear:
“go on . . . be a little distracting fa’me.”
he isn’t controlling; never that. it’s a shared game. you know what you’re doing.
so you move.
not rushing, nor obvious, just slow. intentional enough. you circle the table like you belong there more than anyone actually playing. manicured fingers grazing lightly along the felt, strappy kitten heels clicking softly against the floor. when you lean over someone’s shoulder, a glimpse of just enough skin to make their focus slip.
and hakari; well, he encourages it. admiring but unphased because he’s familiar with your teasing by now.
“don’t mind her,” he says lazily, a smirk tugging at his lips. “keep your eyes on your cards . . if you can.”
he knows they can’t.
he’s watching them fold under it— watching the way their tells start slipping. the tension in their hands. the way they hesitate a second too long.
and every now and then, his gaze flicks to you. not jealous.
ever so pleased.
because you’re not theirs to look at. you’re his partner in this, moving exactly how the two of you silently agreed. it’s chemistry. strategy. utmost trust.
by the time the final round hits, he already knows he’s won. kinji doesn’t celebrate loudly, no. just exhales a low laugh, stacking chips like it was inevitable.
then he finally looks at you fully, crooking a finger for you to come closer.
“c’mere,” he mutters, voice softer now, just for you. when you lean down, he presses the winnings into your hand; half without even counting. he makes sure to slip the rest beneath the plush padding of your lacy bra.
“your cut,” he says, lips curled into a smirk, “go get somethin’ nice. you earned it.”
you press a sugary kiss to his tan cheek, “thank you, papa.”
but the real reward isn’t even the money.
it’s the way his hand lingers at your waist for a beat of seconds. the quiet, satisfied look in his eyes. like the whole thing only worked because it was you.
his pretty little partner. his good luck charm. his favorite distraction.
