Hiii can I ask for a smutty request between vessel x reader, maybe reader is feeling down about vessel having to leave to tour soon so vessel takes care of her and its passionate and loving 🥰🤍
SLEEPTOKEN -VESSEL (smut)
not as loving but very passionate lol (my bad)
content warning: p in v, fingering n cunnilingus, overstimulation
smut is not my strong suit don't come for me.
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You woke up feeling ridiculously melancholic. Tomorrow V was supposed to leave for tour with the boys, you didn’t want him to leave, ofcourse. That was your man, and you were gonna do everything in your power to stop him from leaving-
“Stop thinking about it.”
His voice breaks you out of thought, you were currently perched on the end of the bed in your undergarments. You two had a heated night last night, and were too exhausted to put clothes on.
You shake your head, mumbling a soft “i’m not.” he sighs, shifting to sit next to you. “Ill be back before you even know it.” he says, kissing your warm shoulder. You shrug him off.
“Don’t be like that, love.”
You glare at him, a soft pout gracing your lips.
“Lose the attitude.” he grumbles, gripping your chin.
Your brows furrow, instinctively you turn away from him. His hand reaches for your neck, pulling you back to him.
His head dips down to kiss your soft lips, tightening when your head chases his. Its a clash of teeth and moans. He pulls away, running his thumb along your bottom lip.
“Let me show you…”
He drags you up the bed by your hips.
“How much i love you.”
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His hips snap up against yours, agonisingly slow. He was doing a great show of making love to you, savouring every moment. You whine, frustrated at the lack of movement.
“m’ sorry baby.. You feel sooooo good.” he breathes out, head nestled into the side of your neck, small kisses pressing up to your jaw.
You tug on the soft tufts of his hair, craving- no. needing more. “Fucking hell v. pick up the pace” you hiss, trying to work yourself up and down his cock.
“I love it when you wear these.” he groans, fiddling with the strap of the emerald green bra you were wearing. “So fuckin pretty.” he whispers, watching the bra fall away from your skin. He had pulled your matching thong to the side in a hurried, horny, frenzy.
He picked up the pace, the room filling with skin slapping and moans.
Fuck.
Neither of you were gonna last long after this.
He pressed soft kisses down the valley of your breasts, basking in the scent of your skin. The smell of your moisturiser making him dizzy, sending the blood in his body straight down to his dick.
He made quick work flipping you over, driving his cock in and out, shoving a pillow beneath you.
“So fucking pretty.” he breaths out, head next to your ear. “All fucking mine.”
He lets out a guttural moan as his hips begin to stutter.
“Mm… fuck im gonna cum-”
He makes an absolute mess of himself, biting onto the skin of your shoulder as he releases. He collapses against you, panting heavily. But oh no, he wasn’t finished with you.
“Turn over. Gonna make sure you savour every drop.”
He presses kisses from your soft tummy down each thigh, leaving bite marks. He gently fingers you, savouring the feeling of your insides.
“Fuck.. all this just for me?”
Your head is thrown back into the pillows, a mess of moans.
His pace quickens, his other hand coming to rub up on your clit. Your whole body shakes with pleasure, strings of moans leaving your mouth. He admires you from down below, watching the sweat trickle down the valley of your breasts, and how your core shudders.
“You gonna send me photos….
His fingers work quickly to make a mess of you.
“And videos huh?” he says, watching his knuckles bury deep within you. He pauses when you don’t respond. You whine immediately, trying to work yourself up and down his fingers. He holds your hips down.
“Answer me.” he snaps, gripping your thighs tightly.
“I promise.” you whine out. His head dips down, you were NOT gonna last long. He pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you, using his tongue and finger combined to eat you out in the most substantial way. Your body shook of overstimulation, your hands struggle against his as you try to push him away from your clit. “V-” you cry out, “cmon baby, just one more. I promise.” he whispers against your skin, you whimper and cry. “Cmon, sweet girl, i’ll take care of you.”
That nickname was enough to snap the coil building inside you. He works you through your final orgasm, kissing your swollen lips.
“Shh… shh.. You’re okay.” he whispers, holding you as you shake. He wipes the tears from your eyes, holding you together.
“Did you like that?” he whispers, pulling you close to him in the dark.
You nod, panting.
“I like being able to take you apart and put you back together.”
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“You still mad…?” he asks, after gently cleaning you up and fetching you water. You shake your head. “Just gonna miss you.”
featuring: Isagi, Bachira, Chigiri, Nagi, Reo, Rin
Isagi: the taste of your pussy flips a switch in him. As soon as his tongue collides with your heavenly arousal, he's completely hooked, nothing could pry his lips from your pretty body. Your thighs clench around him so hard he can't help but moan, begging you to keep holding him in place like that. He much prefers long, smooth strokes of his tongue against your heat, savoring every drop of wetness and cum that soaks his tastebuds. He loves to edge you, alternating between pulling your clit between his lips and plunging his tongue deep inside you, bringing you nearly to tears before finally letting you finish. "That wasn't so bad, hm darling? Let me go again beautiful, I'll be nicer this time~"
Bachira: he’s such a tease when it comes to tasting you, he wants you to beg and whine for it before he gives you what you really want. He’ll spend what feels like hours licking and kissing your inner thighs, just tracing his lips over your clit, his hot breath tickling your skin and making you shudder. And he’ll look up at you with a devilish smirk. “What is it sweetheart? What do you want?” As soon as you start mewling a string of pretty whimpers, he’ll give in, bringing you hurdling to the edge. And after you cum, he’ll only go harder, faster. “I thought you said you wanted this, baby~”
Chigiri: he just wants to be inside you, he needs it like he needs air. But even more than that, he loves fucking you as you cum, watching your eyes roll back as his cock slides inside your soaked hole. So he pries your legs apart and lets his tongue work on you, flicking and sucking your clit until you warn him you’re close. “Good girl, cum for me~” he drives you over the edge, plunging his thick cock inside you so he can feel your tight walls clench around him. And he’ll fuck you like a doll with all his strength and speed, holding your pretty thighs in place. And if he’s too rough, he’ll make sure he licks your pretty pussy clean afterward, this time much slower and smoother. “Sorry pretty girl, you know how excited I get, let me make you cum again to make up for it~”
Nagi: he’s truly godlike at eating you, you couldn’t dream up a better feeling than his tongue drawing circles around your clit, flicking it in just the right places, reacting to how your body tenses. Of course, he much prefers for you to sit on his face, and when you do, his moans are louder than yours. He’d let your pussy suffocate him to death and be thankful. He traces his name over and over again, making your legs shake and your body keel over, but he makes sure your pretty thighs won’t move an inch. “Gimme just a little longer, tastes so good angel~”
Reo: he’s unapologetic about how badly he wants you, practically begging for a taste the second you walk through the door. He’s mesmerized by your taste, and doesn’t let you forget it for a moment. His tongue licks stripes up your wetness, gathering your arousal on his tongue so he can savor it before going back for more. And he loves to fuck his fingers into you so he can look up and watch you as he pants with his tongue out, playing with your gummy walls as his lidded eyes watch you squirm. “Need all ‘f it bunny, cum for me, right around my fingers.” He slurs, feeling you squeeze around his thick digits as your orgasm rushes through you. And he doesn’t let a drop go to waste, sucking his fingers clean of your fluids every single time.
Rin: he tries to act like he doesn’t need it, but it’s like he’s addicted to you. Your pretty pussy can make him drunk in minutes, with his body shaking and practically begging you for more. He’ll take you in any position, but his favorite is on his knees with your thighs wrapped around him while you sit above him on the bed, looking down at his pathetic pussy drunk expression as he laps at your heat. He loves it so much he cums while making you cum, his hot breaths tickling your clit as he sucks through his teeth, his body overwhelmed with how good he’s making you feel. “Princess, fuck, s’ good yeah? S’ good f’ me~”
Robert Robertson eats pussy like he’s starving, freckled face tucked between your thighs, savouring you like you were his last meal— the first time he ate you out you thought you were gonna die, that you might see those pearly white gates because fuck he made you feel like you were in heaven.
it’s even better when he’s all needy after working a particularly late shift at SDN and he comes home to you all curled up in bed wearing one of his shirts and a pair of lacy panties— he’s on you in seconds, body melting against yours, grumbling about his shitty day with his face pressed into the side of your neck whilst his hands skim along your thighs, not so discreetly feeling you up.
You coo a litany of comforting words at him and he drinks it all up, kissing along your jaw and nuzzling impossibly further into you with a low whine.
“What’ll make you feel better, hm?”
Robert doesn’t even think about the question, it’s just an automatic response at this point. “Let me eat you out?” spoken hotly into the side of your neck, “that’d make me feel so much better.” he pulls back to catch your gaze with those big puppy eyes of his, “yeah?”
As soon as you agree he’s sinking onto his knees beside the bed, fingers curling around your ankle to tug you towards the edge as you squeak his name scoldingly.
“What?— been thinking about your pussy all fucking day, m’hungry.” he mumbles, pressing his lips to your inner knee before working his way up to your supple thighs— leaving wet kisses and sharp bites to the tender skin just to watch you wiggle impatiently.
“You’re ridiculous.” You huff, trying to act unbothered but the image is shattered as soon as he kisses you from over the thin fabric of your panties— your breath hitching in your chest.
“Mhm, and you’re ridiculously wet.” he replies, grinning up at you all smugly, “you’ve been thinking about it too, huh?” He leans in, lips grazing the wet lace once more with a groan, “been thinking about my mouth, right here, baby?” his tongue presses flat over the fabric, warm and wet, “thinking about my tongue deep inside your pretty cunt, tell me.”
He tugs the fabric down your legs as you let out a meek little, “yes— yes, fuck just take em off, please,” voice all whiny and helpless in a way only he could make you sound— he doesn’t even give you time to breathe before he’s pushing your legs apart, licking a broad stripe along your slick folds with a low moan, his tongue slowly spreading you open.
Your hands dart down to curl your fingers in his tussled hair, feeling his head bob under your palms as he sucks and licks at your clit in languid strokes— savouring the way you taste, the way your pussy throbs against his tongue and he’s already painfully hard in his boxers.
Robert is a messy eater, a filthy mixture of spit and your slick coating his lips and chin as he drags his tongue all over your dripping cunt, spreading your thighs further apart just so he can get in a little deeper, “yeah, just like that, good girl— tastes so fuckin’ good.”
He presses a lingering kiss to your clit before pushing his tongue deep inside you, groaning into your wet heat as your walls flutter around the muscle— fucking you with slow drags of his tongue, the tip of his nose nudging against your sensitive bud repeatedly.
“Fu-uck! Robbie— oh my-” the words die in the back of your throat, letting out a choked moan when he drags his tongue back up to your clit to suck on it then back inside you with an obscene squelch. You tug at his hair a little harder, your hips bucking in tandem with his mouth, chasing after that feeling.
“I know baby, I know-” he grunts between lazy licks, rough voice all muffled against your folds, the vibrations shoots a tingle down your spine, “fuck my face, just like that— perfect girl, so fuckin’ pretty.”
His tongue works faster— sloppy, wet, relentless— circling and flicking, teasing your tight hole just to get you to grind harder against his face until you’re coming all over his mouth with a gasp and a string of incoherent blabbers, flushed face pressed into the comforter as he works you through your orgasm whilst his hand run a soothing palm over your thigh.
He shuffles back up onto the bed and you could feel his hard-on pressing against your inner thigh as his fingers card through your hair, gently coaxing you to look up at him through glassy eyes. “You good?” he whispers, voice deep with want and when he kisses you it’s greedy, messy— the taste of you all over his shiny lips.
“Yeah, I’m— I’m good.” You tell him with a faint giggle caught in your voice, the sound muffled against his mouth.
Harry Eats Your Pussy in the Back of the Car (SMUT) /blurb/
AN: This combination (car, pussy eating, and dilf!harry) was requested by @harrycanyonmoonn. thank you for your suggestion. and sorry but there isn't any dialogue. i didn't have much time to write today as i thought and this was the quickest way to write something quick and fast. so it may not be that good because it was rushed. sorry.
This story contains: female oral in car, kissing
{ dad!harry - husband!harry - dilf!harry - oldest child 16 & youngest is 5 - married for twenty years }
word count: 1033
On the way home form a date night, Harry pulls over in a empty parking lot and eats your pussy in the back seat.
It was after a date night. You had your oldest teenage children watch your youngest kids while you and Harry had a lovely meal at a fancy restaurant in the heart of London. On the way home, Harry started getting handsy with you and you allowed it because it's rare that the two of you could be so touchy-feely around one another without being inappropriate in front of your children.
Then randomly, Harry turned to you and asked if he could eat you out in the backseat. At first you were opposed to the idea, but then you thought about how much you missed the wild side that you and Harry had when younger. Like when you had sex in public bathrooms or when Harry would fuck you in the kitchen. Having kids had really matured the two of you and doing risky stuff hadn't occurred in years. But Harry just looked so handsome tonight and his hand that kept gliding up and down your thigh had your pussy throbbing for his warm mouth. So you hesitantly replied with a yes.
Harry pulled the car into a abandoned parking lot and you both climbed into the backseat like giddy teenagers. You laid flat across the back row of leather seats and Harry sat in front of you. With his large ring cladded hands, he spread your legs apart and kissed down your naked thighs, until he reached your damp panties. You lifted your dress up to your waist so it wasn't in his way. Then you could feel Harry's hot breath on your cunt. It made you jump slightly from the coolness it brought to the wetness that was occurring.
Knowing that you didn't have much time because you had a house full of kids waiting for you to return home, Harry doesn't waste anymore time to devour your dripping vagina. He slid his fingers into the band of your panties and pulled them down your thighs, just enough so they're out of his way. Then Harry pushed his head forward and licks a strip up your pussy, having your arousal coat his tongue. You could hear your husband moan from how much he loved the taste of you and you allow your head to fall back on the seat and tried to enjoy this private moment between to two of you while you had it. Good thing Harry had tinted windows you thought or this moment wouldn't be so private.
After Harry had dipped his tongue in your hole a few times, he brought his warm tongue up to your aching clit and flicked the tip rapidly onto the nerve. You jumped at the stimulation and Harry couldn't help but smile because he just loved to make his wife feel good. Over and over Harry alternated from flicking, licking, and sucking on your clit and you were a total mess. You mewled and gasped when his tongue did a movement just right.
When you were about to come all over Harry's tongue, he brought one of his fingers up and slipped it inside your pussy, not moving it at all. He had his rings on and didn't want one of them to cut you in any way. Though you wish he'd move the finger he inserted inside you, it did feel nice to just be filled with something, moving or not. And his tongue was doing plenty to get you off.
All of the sudden, Harry's tongue felt a little too good on your clit and the tight knot in your lower stomach unknotted and you came and came hard. You reached down and grabbed a handful of his brown curls, forcing him to be as close to your pussy as humanly possible. Your back arched off the leather seats and your breath came out erratic. Then when you started to whine in displeasure from being overstimulated, Harry pulled away and placed small kisses over your trimmed mound and a bit on your pudgy stomach.
After he ate you out, Harry made his way all the way up your body until he was hovering over your slightly trembling body. He smiled down to you and you gave a soft smile back. He bent down and crashed his lips to yours. You could immediately taste your pussy juices on his tongue but didn't mind at all really. He cradled the side of your face in one hand and the other rested on your hip bone. You reached up and placed a hand on the back of his neck, forcing his head down closer to yours.
When your head cleared slightly more from the hazy state your orgasm brought, you reminded Harry you're in a parking lot and need to get home. Harry helped you pull your panties up and tugged your dress down over your smooth legs. Then you both got back into the front seats and Harry zoomed off driving. The whole way home you noticed a smile plastered on his face. You asked him why he was so happy and he said he had the best meal he could possibly have had, referring to your pussy, and was just over the moon about you having allowed him to eat you out in the backseat of his car.
Right before you stepped out the vehicle once you arrived home, you checked your appearance to make sure you didn't have sex hair even though you technically didn't have sex. Just oral sex. You reached over the console to give Harry another kiss and whispered that you where going to have his large cock in your mouth as soon as all the kids were asleep.
Walking inside your house, Harry had to make a run for it to your bedroom because eating your pussy in the car and you having promised him a blowjob, he had a pretty evident boner in his tight pants and didn't want your kids to notice or that would lead to an awkward and embarrassing conversation.
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Imagine Harry eating you out like that watermelon😧
Right.
All I can think about after that music video is him eating some good pussy. You, as in everyone in general, can’t sit there and say that eating someone out isn’t a newfound thing to him because he treated that watermelon like a queen. Like some good pussy that he’s had before. The best of the best. Like it deserved the world and more.
When he wants to give oral, he will. He makes the whole idea of making you feel good his top priority and he doesn’t stop going until he knows you’ve been satisfied enough.
He’s handsy with it; his fingers are everywhere and there’s no doubt about the fact that he hasn’t hit every single inch of you because he makes sure he does. He uses that time to get to know you, even if it’s very-well known to him, and it lets him see just what you’re in the mood for. He’s slow, dragging his finger up between your folds, collecting moisture on his fingertips and spreading it across your skin. He’s teasing, he plays around and he enjoys seeing you squirm on the bed and begging for something. He pushes a fingertip in, pulls it back out, pushes another in and does the same, until all of his fingers are coated in the slick arousal that drips from you and glistens under the light, making his mouth water.
When he fancies a taste, he likes to bury in deep. Disappearing between your legs, working up your thighs before working his magic. His tongue flicking over your clit, his nose breathing cool air against your wet skin and resting just above the bundle of twitching nerves, his fingers still on your body and holding you still so he could get into every single crevice and every fold of your skin. Fingers that would leave bruises behind because there’s no way you could lie still when he’s working out his features on you and driving you insane in the process. His eyes are deep, a dark and intense emerald green, and they stare and watch with great concentration as you revel in the knot building up in your stomach. Something which brings a smirk to his face. xx
Imagine Harry eating you out like that watermelon😧
Right.
All I can think about after that music video is him eating some good pussy. You, as in everyone in general, can’t sit there and say that eating someone out isn’t a newfound thing to him because he treated that watermelon like a queen. Like some good pussy that he’s had before. The best of the best. Like it deserved the world and more.
When he wants to give oral, he will. He makes the whole idea of making you feel good his top priority and he doesn’t stop going until he knows you’ve been satisfied enough.
He’s handsy with it; his fingers are everywhere and there’s no doubt about the fact that he hasn’t hit every single inch of you because he makes sure he does. He uses that time to get to know you, even if it’s very-well known to him, and it lets him see just what you’re in the mood for. He’s slow, dragging his finger up between your folds, collecting moisture on his fingertips and spreading it across your skin. He’s teasing, he plays around and he enjoys seeing you squirm on the bed and begging for something. He pushes a fingertip in, pulls it back out, pushes another in and does the same, until all of his fingers are coated in the slick arousal that drips from you and glistens under the light, making his mouth water.
When he fancies a taste, he likes to bury in deep. Disappearing between your legs, working up your thighs before working his magic. His tongue flicking over your clit, his nose breathing cool air against your wet skin and resting just above the bundle of twitching nerves, his fingers still on your body and holding you still so he could get into every single crevice and every fold of your skin. Fingers that would leave bruises behind because there’s no way you could lie still when he’s working out his features on you and driving you insane in the process. His eyes are deep, a dark and intense emerald green, and they stare and watch with great concentration as you revel in the knot building up in your stomach. Something which brings a smirk to his face. xx
if the boys had a pussy eating competition who do you think would win and who do you think would fight the absolute hardest over it? 😭😭
cw. cunnilingus.
kipo......kipo kipo kipo........i talked about this FOREVER ago and i really wanna write a full fic but idk if i have the writing chops to do it. but thinking about them having a pussy eating competition and the competition is who can make u cum the fastest <3 not necessarily the best, but the fastest, yk?
i think yeonjun would honestly get too excited, not just about the pussy eating but also WAY too competitive and kinda buckle a lil bit. and he's all confused bc usually he does so well under pressure and in a competitive setting!! but u just have such a magical pussy that he just can't handle it lol
giiiirl i think soobin would give up. as in, he don't give a fuck about the competition, he just wants to eat your pussy. so he comes in dead last fr.
beomgyu.. eh middle of the pack. he's good at it, just not necessarily his specialty, you know?
taehyun wins. by a lot. like yeonjun, he also gets really into it and also thrives on competition, but he doesn't let your mesmerizing taste fuck him up as much as yeonjun lets it.
hueningkai probably comes in second because he is just SUCH A FKN MUNCH like oh my fucking goodddddddd PLEASE those lips are so plush and soft and he KNOWS how to use them fr. he knew exactly what the fuck he was foing when he was eating that fkn ice cream (if anyone has that video, lmk LOL)
Chapter One // Chapter Two // Round One: Joe Toye vs. Joseph Liebgott // Round Two: George Luz vs. Don Malarkey
jesus fucking christ it’s 7k words, you should maybe not read this in public
“Well?” Lewis Nixon’s hair was ruffled, his gin blossoms still thriving from the previous night’s bingeing. He looked like shit, and still managed to have a sort of polished air around him. Predictably, he upended the contents of his beloved flask into a cup of Earl Grey. “First round of The Great Pussy-Eating Contest of Toccoa is now over. Who the fuck won?”
i think ike , shoto and mysta r they type to get pussy drunk ..... like they eat u out for THEIR pleasure for hours on end till ur pushing their head away in overstimulation (＞人＜;) mouth watering rn
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omg you're so right 🌸 anon, tbh i think shu would too (//ω//) i'm brain rotting about them being pussy drunk now skdjksjd
nsfw imagines/short drabbles below the cut, minors dni
you would wake up to ike licking and sucking away at your folds, getting as much of your essence as he can. he'd be at it for hours, making you climax again and again. you'd be so overstimulated to the point where you try and squirm away from him. he'd click his tongue and say, "älskling, i'm not done with you yet, stay still." he'd then continue flicking his tongue skilfully into your sopping hole till he's satisfied.
mysta would be watching a movie/anime with you on the couch with his head resting on your thighs. he'd cheekily give you a kiss on your inner thigh and before you know it, he's kneeling on the floor, pulling your core closer to his face. you were wearing his oversized t-shirt so all he had to do was pull your panties to the side. the way he licked and sucked on your clit got you arching your back and moaning his name. he'd then dive his tongue into your folds, groaning at how good you taste. you had lost count how many times he's made you cum at this point but he was still going at it relentlessly even when you try to push his head away. "babe, i can't stop, i'm addicted to how you taste, i need more."
i feel like shu would be eating you out during sex and he'd get so addicted to your taste that he wouldn't want to stop. he'd keep lapping up your juices, loving the way you taste on his tongue. he'd coax out orgasm after orgasm from you to the point where your brain's all foggy. you're so overstimulated that you start whining at shu to stop and give you a break. he'd look up with his lips glistening and his chin slightly slick from a mix of your juices and his saliva. "you taste so good, i just can't help myself babe." he'd then dive back in for more.
when you ask shoto what he'd like for breakfast, he'd smirk and say, "i'd like to have you for breakfast honey." he'd proceed to bend you over the kitchen counter and leave kisses all over your ass. shoto would knead your ass in his hands while he starts licking your slit. he would lap at your cum that's flowing freely from your hole, savouring every drop. he'd nuzzle his face in deeper, trying to get his tongue deeper into your folds, not caring that he's getting your juices all over his face. his skilful tongue would make you cum so much to the point where your legs start shaking and you're whining at him to stop. he'd coo at you saying, "awww is my baby all overstimulated? i'm sorry honey but you just taste so fucking good. i wanna eat you out for the whole day." he'd then dive back in between your folds, lapping at your juices again.
ᓚᘏᗢ author note : omg you know for a fact I’m gonna do this without hesitation!!! he’s my boyf irl 🤭 hope this was okay, I was writing this in between playing games and didn’t bother proofreading ;-; but thank u for requesting especially for Honkai <33
ᓚᘏᗢ content warnings : fem!reader implied, cunnilingus, mentions of cum, breeding, slight dubcon if you squint, NOT PROOFREAD
ᓚᘏᗢ SAFE FOR WORK :
he’s completely and utterly OBSESSED with you, he’s the type of guy to be showing you off to everyone he knows !! using his phone during a random business ‘meeting’? “hey, isn’t my soulmate amazing? look, look at the picture! aren’t we cute?”
he’s that type of partner to buy everything you touch ! you ever mention something off-handed? he’s gonna be searching for it on his phone that night and buying it w/ next-day delivery — he’s basically gonna be ur sugar daddy the entire time and even when you don’t want him to buy you something he’s gonna anyway because that’s one way he shows his love <33
ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS holds ur hand !! or has his arm around you, he wants everyone to know that your his and he absolutely needs to be touching you like 100% of the time, he’s so touch-starved :(( such a clingy baby omg
sampo always takes you on dates ! he always wants to treat you, always telling you “well what else am I gonna spend my money on?” obviously he’s lying but loves to say that you’re the only reason he makes money, because he wants to shower you with treats and goodies
HE’S A SNUGGLE BUG !!! lazy days are his absolute favourite, never lets you leave the bed and if you try he’ll pout and hit you with the “why do you hate me so much?” — also, he’s not afraid to admit that he LOVES being the little spoon, ofc he’ll be thing big spoon but he wants to be cuddled every now and again, too
ᓚᘏᗢ NOT SAFE FOR WORK :
this man has the BIGGEST size kink (pun intended), he goes out of his way to always make himself bigger than you!! doesn’t matter if it’s pinning you down to the bed or against a wall, just know he wants to completely overtake you in every way possible
pussy eating god !!! ain’t nothing he loves more than having his head between ur legs, overstimulating you till you’ve got tears in your eyes and you’re trying to push his head away. obviously he doesn’t let you do that bc he can’t get enough of you <33 ALSO WHEN HE SAYS SIT ON HIS FACE HE MEANS SIT ON HIM FULLY !!!! he ain’t believe in the hover tactic, he wants you to smother him !! he’ll breathe through his ears if he needs to, just sit on this man’s face and he’ll fall in love w you on the spot
has an absolutely huge cock and loves watching you struggle to take all of him <33 but he will spend hours on foreplay if he needs to, just to prepare your tight little hole to take him + it means more fun for him. If he’s ever away on business he tells you to keep ur cunt trained and use toys ( and ofc send him pics ;) )
doesn’t believe in masturbating because he thinks that his cum shouldn’t be wasted, it’s either gotta be on you or in you, or both !! absolute biggest breeding kink, doesn’t matter where he cums, he just needs it to fill you
is 100% the type of man that whimpers, moans, and cusses under his breath while fucking you — he doesn’t try to hide it at all !!! the more sound the better in his opinion, that includes all the sounds you make — he’s just a vocal king
WARNING: Pure filth, no plot basically just porn, oral (f receiving), Jake finishes untouched, fem!reader, oral fixation.
WC:
^^ NSFW UNDER CUT, MINORS DNI (not proofread)
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Jake is a mean menace. More than a menace actually, he’s an evil fuck because as soon as you two became official he would use any excuse to get you riled up enough to the point of suffocating him with your plush thighs chasing that sweet release. He's like a chaotic mastermind- or rather what you call him ‘Horny Megamind’.
He’s so pussy drunk he needs it every day, every morning and every night. When you're out at a party or even visiting his childhood home in Australia he will find time to nestle between your legs like a baby bird in its mother's nest. Your cunt is like alcohol to him.
Jake was such a pussy driven maniac that if he didn't get a taste of you he would become cranky and agitated. He described the feeling as if bugs were crawling under his skin and he was dying. The only solution was to treat him like your good, pretty boy and give him his reward to satisfy his craving.
As much as he loved teasing you, the moment you would tease him back he would become visibly annoyed and shocked. You could see him biting back any words or noises that threatened to escape from his mouth, as he poked inside his cheek with his tongue. On the other hand, for you, it really was entertaining to watch, especially when you were surrounded by your group of friends or worse, at a family dinner. The way he tried to stifle his annoyance and soften his growing bulge was both amusing for you and embarrassing for him, making you eager to know what he’s planned to do about it once you reach your shared apartment.
Things only got more interesting when you two talked about things that you’d want to try out in the bedroom. Your mind scattered to times your eyes caught Jake mid-munch rutting his very obvious and painfully hard boner against your bed frame trying to get himself the same release he’s giving you at the moment. Personally you found the thought of Jake being so in love with you that he could cum just by eating you out so attractive that you had to mention it to him, no friction no touch, just him thrusting his bare hips up trying to get attention to his pulsing dick, only to be met with the nothingness of air whilst pathetically grinding his nose into the clit above his face.
You made a promise to yourself that you would eventually convince him to try cumming without touch, and the thought of him doing so of his own free will fills you with joy. However, you know that once he sets his sights on something, he becomes obsessed with it like when he was so adamant on making you squirt. So for the time being you kept that fantasy to yourself, waiting for the perfect opportunity to present itself.
AN: okay I'm actually back now, I'm planning a long fic about doctor!hoon and just know you'll be sobbing at it ☺️ And this is just a filler for those who were waiting, also urmh2 is in the planning I'm out of ideas for the part 2 plot but I do know who i want in the LOVE TRIANGLE?! (ik you weren't expecting that were you 😍)
P. munch!sunghoon x fem!reader (17+) | W. pussy eating (obv), squirting, oral, unprotected sex, cursing, multiple orgasms, munches jakehoon + munchwon , freakseung, subspace, biting, other shit i forgot | WC. 5.7k !! | A,N. this one’s for my babychels ! @ak4e7a ♡ … would anyone like a drabble about heeseung’s experience?
in which… jake convinces sunghoon to join a pussy eating competition with a bet !
“you want me to join the what?” sunghoon questioned, his thick eyebrows furrowed, plump lips parted in confusion.
“the pussy eating competition, bro!” jake rolled his eyes as he repeated his sentence for the third time already. reaching over to flick a concerned looking sunghoon’s forehead.
“and why the fuck would i join whatever the fuck that is?” he smacked jake’s hand away when the stinging pain rushed in his head. cursing jake more under his breath. “why the fuck not?” he huffed, “heeseung was at it yesterday, he won his stupid bet with jay.”
“they had a bet?” sunghoon closed his laptop, deciding that whatever notes he was about to take from their lecture can wait until he figures out if jake is being serious or not. “yeah, dude. jay bet heeseung fifty bucks if he could make his girl squirt three times in ten minutes.” jake chuckled at the memory.
“and heeseung won?” sunghoon questioned, eyebrows raised in anticipation this time as jake’s smile only widened. “won the bet in eight minutes and twenty six seconds.” he laughed, sunghoon wasn’t surprised or shocked in any way. he was surprised at jay’s idiocy of choosing ‘ten minutes’ when all heeseung has been doing since he got laid was boast about his squirting ability in their group chat.
and heeseung called himself ‘the pussy squirting fairy’ way too often for their liking.
and besides who even came up with this stupid competition in the first place? who even agreed to any of this? why did heeseung and jay join? and why the fuck was jake asking him to join too?
“listen bro it’s nothing serious— you go to the pussy eating competition center and ask to join in for a competition with someone— in that case that will be me, and then we’ll get to eat some fire pussy out for free so it’s really just a huge win situation.” jake rambled, balancing between his two feet as he continued to convince sunghoon to join in with him.
“we could even place a bet like hyung and jay did! ten minutes for three squirts is a good deal you know? it’s just that heeseung is a fucking frea—“ jake’s voice slowly got tuned out of sunghoon’s ear as he thought about this more.
considering all the possibilities of this competition that still sounded pretty unreal to him, was this a stupid idea? yes. should he trust jake? no. did he not believe this idea because it sounded like a dream? yes. was the last time that sunghoon got offered pussy around three months ago? unfortunately, yes. did he currently feel like a loser teenage boy with his pants tightening at the thought of eating pussy? … also yes.
but was this an opportunity for him to live up to his ‘certified munch hoon’ title though? yes. and was sunghoon going to take it? fuck yes.
“you could also tap out at any minute—“ “where can i apply?” sunghoon interrupted jake’s irritating speech. “it’s not tha— huh?” his eyes widened in surprised, “you want to join?” he tilted his head to the side in a puppy like manner, a twinkle of excitement in his gaze. “you said you were going to join too, right?” sunghoon eyed him warily, a wave of relief washing down on him when jake nodded with enthusiasm.
“you also said we could place bets, yeah?” he questioned, “yes! like the ten minutes for three squirts hyung mad—“ “make it five.” jake gaped at him, blinking his eyes in surprise. “what?”
his hand came up to rest on sunghoon’s shoulder as he tried to process his words, “five minutes?” his gaze became conflicted as the younger nodded, “five minutes for three?” jake tried to understand him more, really trying his best.
“five minutes for five squirts.” jake gulped.
“for a hundered bucks.”
well fuck.
sunghoon was on a mission.
wearing a white, sleeveless shirt along with jeans to make his movements easier, the shirt given to him by jake in order to ‘tell apart who got the more squirts’ according to the wetness that coated the white fabric.
he was now standing in line with jake, the shorter one walking with a slight bounce in his step from his excitement. “are you ready?” he whispered, eyes travelling all over the place where the competition was held.
countless other contestants from both genders aligned in the waiting line, each pair waiting their own turn, some going neck to neck with other friends and placing bets while others threw snarky glances at each other.
truly a competition for some.
“do we atleast get to pick who we get to eat out?” the taller sighed, his ebony locks sticking further to his temples due to his sweat, it was either unreasonably hot or sunghoon was weirdly nervous.
probably unreasonably hot. it was mid july after all.
“i don’t think so.. i didn’t ask hyung—“ “obviously no.” a foreign voice cut off jake, making the two turn around to greet another guy. that was also wearing a white shirt.
“it’s a competition. you don’t get to choose who you get to eat out.” he rolled his eyes as if it was the most obvious thing. god what an obnoxious attitude.
sunghoon rolled his eyes, “pipe the fuck down, jungwon. we get it you practically live here.” jake snapped back. running his fingers through his hair while he turned around. he looked unusually restless for sunghoon’s liking.
i mean, there was a whole hundred dollar bill on the table for this bet.
“park sunghoon and sim jaeyun! you’re up next.” the same guy who jotted down their names in his board, who sunghoon assumed was the manager— called both of their names up to the front.
where sunghoon wasn’t prepared to have his breath knocked out of his lungs so quickly.
as he and jake stepped up the smal staircase leading to the mini stage where two chairs were situated, there sat two girls. very very pretty girls. dreamlike pretty girls. one hundred percent sunghoon’s type. really really pretty gir—
“stop fucking staring like a creep.” jake elbowed him when he realised that sunghoon was basically two seconds away from drooling at the sight of you. sunghoon covered his awkward staring with a strained cough. lowering his head and unknowingly bringing attention to his reddening ears.
which at the sight of, you chuckled.
and sunghoon’s knees almost buckled.
“take your respective positions and be prepared.” the manager, who sunghoon caught a brief glance at the name tag of— mark. ordered them around. sunghoon stepped closer towards you. who stared at him with the most alluring glint in your eyes. you were wearing a pink top with pink lace panties that were covered by a feather light towel. don’t ask how he noticed them.
“hi.. i’m sunghoon.” he spoke awkwardly, extending out his hand towards yours. finding his demeanour adorable, you quickly shook his hand. a smile gracing your features as you introduced yourself to him.
three months shouldn’t be that much time since he got with a girl but it felt like it was centuries ago. especially with the way his heart began to thump thump thump! between his ribs weirdly.
he spared a swift glance to jake, just in time to catch him throwing a flirtatious wink towards his own girl. goodness that dude was a freak himself.
“spare the introductions and get into your positions, what was your bet again?” mark quickly muttered, glancing at the paper in his hand and back at jake and sunghoon. pushing his glasses above the bridge of his nose.
“a hundred bucks.” jake spoke, puffing out his chest in anxiety, “and that’s for ten minutes right? three orgasms in ten?” mark nodded as he wrote down the timing on his paper.
“no actually… it’s five minutes.” jake bit his lips, sunghoon shook his head in slight disbelief and embarrassment at the current situation they were in right now. totally ignoring the fact that there were two drop dead gorgeous girls whispering and giggling right behind them both.
“five minutes for three?” mark questioned, his eyebrows raising in surprise that increased when sunghoon quickly shook his head in denial, “five minutes for five.” mark blinked.
a slight echoing line of ooo’s made their way into jake and sunghoon’s reddened ears, embarrassment crawling up their backs as mark awkwardly cleared his throat and nodded to their words. quickly changing the numbers on the timer and scribbling a few other random sentences on his board.
“we’ll shortly start the timer and the competition will begin.” he stepped back allowing the two to inch back towards the girls, jake spared a quick glance at mark who was now holding onto the alarm clock between his fingers before lowering down to his knees in front of the chair.
sunghoon swiftly followed suit, dropping onto his knees and lifting his head right between your legs to welcome the heavenly view. gosh you looked divine.
“five for five, hm?” you cheekily smiled at him, a sight that made the boy’s heart throb with the sudden need to always make you smile. he nodded shyly, his slightly wavy locks ruffling in his hair in a fluffy manner at the motion. “better not disappoint.” you then discarded the towel to the ground.
“oh i for sure won’t.” sunghoon smirked, a wave of confidence descending on him at the sight of your soaked cunt so close to his face, he could practically taste your leaking essence from the side of your panties.
“on your marks..” the young manager called out, sunghoon skilfully pulled apart your plush thighs, placing your legs on top of his shoulders as jake did the same besides him. you quickly laid back towards the table behind you on your elbows, giving sunghoon full access to anything and everything.
“get set..” mark called out, eyes glued on the button that will start the timer while sunghoon pushed the tip of his nose against your slit, the contact making you hum in delight as his tip pressed against your throbbing clit while your essence soaked through the thin fabric and onto his skin.
he poked his tongue out just slightly, brushing against your sopping hole restricted by the lace fabric that began to slightly irritate him, and sunghoon was gone.
pineapples. cotton candy. cranberries. straight sugar. you tasted otherworldly. it was not surprising that you would taste delicious as you probably do take care of yourself to the best of your ability because of this competition, but for you to taste this dizzying? to have an essence and nectar that melted against his tastebuds like honey?
sunghoon was gone.
“go!” and just like that, sunghoon’s brain was replaced by a horny puddle of mush inside of his skull. unaware of the fact that he pushed and teared your panties to the side, aiming to lick a long, tantalising stripe starting from your hole till he reached your clit where he applied pressure.
the action made your hand shoot towards his head, gripping a handful of his soft hair in your hands as his tongue circled and pushed against your sensitive nub, his large fingers pried your thighs apart when they began to push against him. normally, sunghoon wouldn’t mind getting suffocated by plush and soft thighs like this. yet today, he couldn’t lose a hundered dollar bill against jake. out of all people.
and fucking jake was going at it next to him. making all sorts of wet noises that had his girl throwing her head back in pleasure. while the timer struck twenty five seconds.
fuck, he only had thirty five seconds left for the first minute.
that’s when sunghoon decided to let go of all of his restraints, allowing all the walls he kept to crumble right apart when he pushed your legs around his head, one hand holding your leg to keep your pressed against him as you needed the extra support while the other pushed his middle and ring finger deep inside of you.
a squeal left your mouth when sunghoon attached his plump lips around your clit. sucking and slurping so loudly, obscene noises followed by your moans and the ticking of the timer barely made their way past sunghoon’s ringing ears. he was completely out of it.
he thrusted his finger in and out. quickly in and out. too busy closing his eyes to savour your flavour on his tongue to take notice of the multiple webs of wetness that connected his knuckles and your entrance. his fingers reached so deep, they were so long and the perfect size to cause the most delicious burn in your walls as he stretched them open.
right when the timer hit forty seconds, sunghoon’s fingertip brushed against your sweet spot.
you mewled his name, back arching off of the table as he hummed in delight at the realisation, “found it, didn’t i? it’s right. here.” he accentuated every word with another thrust against the spot that had you seeing stars. you nodded mindlessly as the knot in your abdomen curled on itself the longer sunghoon abused your cunt.
“f-fuck yes! right there, baby. right there.” you encouraged him, moans increasing in volume the harsher sunghoon sucked around your clit, his fingers became even more restless after the sudden petname. baby. that’s right, he was your baby. the only one that will please you from now on.
“yeah, pretty girl? feels good doesn’t it?” sunghoon spoke against your clit, each word sending a vibration right against your spine as pleasure raked through your body in rough waves. it suddenly felt like you were the only two in the world. your surroundings melting in an instant as you gasped his name and praised him for making you feel so good. so ecstatic.
fifty seconds in, and that’s when the coil in your abdomen suddenly snapped.
your climax washed over you out of nowhere, such an intense and speedy build up that you weren’t even able to process anything till you started to shake under sunghoon’s hold. your wetness was dripping down his forearm as he fucked you through your orgasm, each thrust of his finger made your squirt land over his shirt.
first sixty seconds was a complete and easy success.
“first minute is done! one point for sunghoon, and one point for jaeyun.” mark called out. shit, so that fucker also managed to keep up with him then?
he still had four minutes to redeem himself. with the way he was able to easily make you squirt from the first fifty seconds he felt like he knew your body inside out. knew exactly which buttons to push and what nerve to pull to coax out another orgasm out of you. there was no way he was losing.
“minute two starting now!” mark’s voice reached sunghoon’s ears in a muffled manner as he pressed your twitching legs closer to his shoulders, this time sunghoon pushed his long tongue inside of your gushing hole. a lustful glint in his eyes as he reached his slender fingers towards your clit.
rubbing slow, torturous but powerful circles on your aching nub while he licked all over your walls, slurping against your wetness that leaked down his chin and made its way down his neck, fuck he was so addicted to your flavour.
your moans became weaker as your body tried to calm down from your previous orgasm, such a mind blowing climax washing down on your body so suddenly made your head spin. and sunghoon was already overstimulating you as he worked towards another orgasm. fuck. you, yourself were done for under him.
he felt so good. so skilled as he satisfied and pleasured you in ways you’ve never felt before. his strong, muscular arms keeping your legs open as he buried his face so mindlessly between them, diving into your wetness with no other care in the world as if he was born to do this.
he lived to devour pussy. truly suitable for a competition like this.
“gonna give me another one hm?” twenty nine seconds.
“think you can handle another one, babydoll?” he taunted, barely pulling out his tongue to speak before burying it back inside of you, his fingers never halting to a stop as they began to pinch and pull at your clit. the familiar tightening in your lower stomach made your mind reel while your silence began to frustrate sunghoon.
that’s when he landed a harsh slap against your clit. the sudden pain and pleasure making you jolt under his hold as you nearly screamed out his name. “y-yes, yes i can! please, i’ll give you as many as you want!” you cried out, your broken begs rushing directly into his aching cock in the confines of his jeans. exactly what he needed to hear.
“what a good fucking girl, hm? such a good girl for me, aren’t ya?” he mocked, hand resorting back to circling on your clit as he buried himself in your folds, his nose brushed up against his fingers while he thrusted his tongue in and out of you stimulating you in the best ways possible.
thirty seven seconds was all it took for sunghoon to make you squirt on him for the second time. in the span of a minute and a half.
he slapped against your leaking hole while you convulsed beneath him, each slap getting his shirt wetter which signalled mark to announce “minute two half way done, two points for sunghoon and one for jaeyun!”
jake’s noise of surprised went unnoticed by sunghoon, almost half way in. he thought to himself as he lifted your limp legs off of his shoulders and balanced himself on his knees again.
he pressed your legs together, making your swollen, glistening folds puff up one each other while your nectar slipped out of your hole in heavy, clear droplets. sunghoon wanted to do nothing more than to slurp it all up.
without wasting anymore time, he pushed his mouth against your cunt, kissing up against your folds as the timer showcased fifty seconds, as cocky as this might sound but he already knew he won. especially when he inhaled your scent deeply and pushed his nose and mouth onto your entrance again. successful in making you scream his name this time.
he held your shaking legs up with one hand, grip strong and tight as he relished in your flavour running down his throat. so addicted as he ate you out like a drunk man. completely high on your pussy. he sucked and licked and kissed everywhere so noisily.
sucking up your swollen and sensitive folds into his mouth, coating every inch of your skin in his saliva that combined with your own wetness before returning to slurp around your clit. his mind was reeling. becoming a mushy piece of muscle in his head as the only thought that drove him to continue was to make you squirt again.
“minute three starting now, with two points to sunghoon and two points to jaeyun. yet another tie!” fuck, jake was catching up.
but sunghoon for some reason was starting to not mind.. call it the euphoria of getting high off of pussy or anything else. he no longer wanted to do this to beat jake and win a hundred dollars. he wanted to do this because it felt good. you felt good.
and just like that, he began to indulge himself in your cunt entirely. surrendering and making his rational side disappear as he hummed and moaned at your taste. shaking his head from side to side as he slurped you up so well. drooling your essence further down his chin as he pleasured you because it was his own pleasure.
each moan of his sent shocks around you body. your surroundings blurring as the air around you became electrified. goosebumps aligning your skin when you felt another climax building up gradually in your abdomen. the longer he spent humming around your clit and buzzing up your whole body the further you felt your consciousness slipping away from your fingertips.
guess you couldn’t really handle it after all.
it was at three minutes and fifteen seconds when sunghoon made you squirt for the third time.
your hands shot to grip onto the chair that was by now shaking with your body, hot white ecstasy blinding your vision as your climax washed down on your body in violent waves one after the other. and sunghoon just kept going. noisily slurping up everything you offered. he was being so embarrassingly loud as he kept rubbing his face into your cunt, getting your wetness all over his face and jaw. overstimulating you more with each passing second while your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
“three minutes and twenty seconds in! three points for sunghoon and two for jake!” mark announced, his voice becoming unusually strained as the sight of the two men on their knees doing their best to pleasure their girls was starting to get to him.
it was his least favourite part of his job when he started to feel a tightening in his pants.
“so good for me, doll. we only need two more, come on. you can give it to me right?” you nodded with your head spinning. a dizzying sense of pleasure raking through your veins. sunghoon settled down for gentle bites across your thighs, giving you a few moments to cool down as he looked up.
big mistake.
the sight of you had one of his hands shooting down towards his raging boner that began uncontrollably twitching between his boxers. your pretty pink tank top ridden up revealing the underside of the plush skin of your breasts, a sheen layer of sweat coating your body as you breathed in deeply to calm your heart down when it felt like it was seconds away from bursting.
your fucked out expression is what did it for him. eyes hazed and high off pleasure. drunk on the feeling of his plump lips on your swollen cunt that tightened around nothing. sunghoon was so fucked.
“so needy for me isn’t she..?” he whispered only for you to hear, fascinated in the way your gaping hole winked at him. spilling out more of your sweet nectar that became sunghoon’s favourite drug in the matter of a few minutes. you grew flustered at his words, lifting your arm up t cover your eyes while sunghoon blew on your pussy teasingly.
discarding the competition and the fact that there were people around him, sunghoon quickly lifted himself up, leaning his body forward above yours as he began to hover on top of you. your breath hitched at the close proximity while sunghoon smiled adorably, showcasing you his pretty fangs that were sinking down your thighs just a few seconds ago.
“ready to give me another one, little girl?” he whispered. so so close to your face that his wet lips that were covered in your essence brushed against yours with every word. you nodded shyly, slowly getting fucked into subspace as your mind began to shut down. eyes blinking slowly while sunghoon pushed his long fingers back inside of you. gosh you were so cute.
three minutes and thirty two seconds in, and you were gripping onto sunghoon’s bicep that pushed his fingers inside of you deeper.
you were mewling and whimpering his name so prettily. so perfect and delicate under him. under his control allowing him to do anything with your body and it was driving him crazy. he couldn’t hold himself back when he finally pushed his lips against yours.
you moaned so endearingly under him. kissing him back so eagerly as his fingertip massaged your sweet spot making you bite gently on his lower lip. he groaned into your mouth as he fucked his fingers quicker. hitting all your spots with each thrust and making you see stars while he sucked on the tip of your tongue.
he didn’t care that he could be breaking rules right now. did not give a singular flying fuck that mark could be looking around confused wondering if this was accepted. and certainly did not even mind when jake scored his third point. all he wanted and needed right now was for you to cum for him as many times as possible. he needed to feel you tightening as your euphoria made you fall apart in his hold. it was a pleasure that he got addicted to.
“you close baby? feeling good hm?” he didn’t even need you to respond to him. not when your cunt was doing all the talking by clenching and drooling down his wrist. sucking in three of his fingers in so deeply he could only imagine how incredible you would feel around his cock, but in reality he shouldn’t imagine that right now. not when his dick was about to practically rip apart his boxers.
“s’close hoon.. so so close!” you blabbered, brain completely shutting down as you couldn’t tell apart your orgasm and overstimulation anymore. all you could feel and process was the unbelievable amount of pure ecstatic pleasure rushing throughout your whole body so wonderfully that it had you digging your nails into his back. your legs going numb under you as your knot tightened and tightened for the fourth time. almost done.
“come on, babydoll. cum for me like the good girl that you are.” he whispered against your neck and that was enough for you to squirt around his fingers again. he kept fucking into you, riding out your orgasm as your throat was no longer able to produce any noises, only soft whispers of pleads reaching sunghoon’s ear as he scored his fourth point easily.
he kissed along your jawline when he stilled his fingers inside of you, “please what, pretty girl?” he asked, already having a fleeting wild thought in his head that he discarded because he might actually lose his sanit— “i need your cock please. please for the last one, please fuck me.” holy fuck.
“three minutes and fifty six seconds in! four points for sunghoon and three for jaey— why are you taking your pants o?—“ mark’s voice became unreasonably loud towards the end but sunghoon was on a mission.
five squirts is five squirts. a hundred dollar bill is a hundred dollar bill. he’s not about to lose any of this because he didn’t push his cock into a pretty little hole like yours. no he was about to make his win a double win.
sunghoon pushed down both his jeans and boxers down in one go, his leaking cock springing out the tight pieces of fabric with multiple lines of precum dribbling down to his balls, thick mushroom tip that’s a fiery red throbbing in need and desire while your swollen hole gaped at him.
yeah he was gonna lose if he didn’t fuck you for sure.
“you ready, doll?” he asked as if he hadn’t spent the past few minutes stretching you out so nicely. you nodded so eagerly at his words. mouth watering at the sight of his veiny, thick cock pulsating so deliciously in front of you. he was so big. such a perfect size for stretching you out more.
he pushed the head of his cock in and god was he huge. you gasped around his lips when he gave you a few seconds to adjust before pushing his entire length in, bottoming out quicker than anticipated, but sunghoon didn’t care.
he couldn’t care less about the fact that he was fucking you in front of random people right now. why should he care when he knew he was going to bring you home by the end of the day and slither his way into your life after this? in fact, people should be glad because this will be the last time you’ll be seen here.
because he’s planning on having you in strawberry pink lingeries between his silky satin sheets for the rest of his life.
so technically, everyone should be glad they’re getting a show of you both right now. because it’ll be the last one.
“so deep hoon.. so fuckin’ deep..” you mewled, eyes shutting in pleasure when he slightly pulled out, barely by an inch before he thrusted back in. he felt the way your warm walls pulsed around his cock needily. sucking him back in with each movement as if they were not allowing him to pull out at all. so needy and so desperate to have something, anything to plug up your slutty hole.
“feeling good, pretty girl?” he asked, lowering his hand to press on the evident bulge that appeared on your lower stomach. the feeling made the two of you groan in pleasure, sunghoon was fleeting through cloud nine. he couldn’t believe how he went on with his life for so many years without spending each passing inside your cunt. so many time wasted when he could’ve been drunk on the heaven between your legs.
“s’good! so good, hoon.” gasping out the new petname that had his eyes rolling back, he glanced at the timer that was held by a flustered mark, palming his raging boner through his pants and noticed “four minutes and twenty nine seconds.” yeah the game was his. he won.
he switched his position, balancing himself back on his legs as he gripped your thighs, wrapping them around his waist while he sunk his cock in deeper. relishing in the sight of you throwing your head back when he penetrated you so good. the tip of his dick kissing against your cervix harshly. and just like that, he began to pound inside of you.
your unrestrained moans tumbled past your lips at his harsh thrusts. body being lit ablaze with mind numbing pleasure that enlivened every part of you. a different, never felt before kind of thrill rushed through your being. a fervent sensation that you’ve never experienced, one only brought to you by sunghoon as he continued to fuck you. determined on making you crumble completely around his cock.
and his wish was about to be granted with the way your abdomen began to tighten. exhaustion creeping up on you along with an almost scary build up of your climax. you were about to get knocked out with this one and you felt it.
“come on, angel. give me another one. the final one, i know you can do it, doll.” he encouraged, pressing his hand on his bulge that disappeared and appeared with every one of his thrusts, his large hand applying the perfect amount of pressure to have your head spin again. seconds away from cumming on his cock for the first time. his tip pressed and massaged all of your spots perfectly. “it’s right here, isn’t it? this is where you’re weak for me.” he chuckled.
you were slowly losing consciousness at this rate, body burning with euphoria that flashed through your limbs. “f-fuck i’m s’close! hoon— fuck!” you screamed his name as you felt your pleasure crashing down on you for the fifth time. walls tightening and clenching mercilessly making sunghoon hiss in pain while you squirted all over his abdomen.
the pressure from your orgasm made it hard for him to thrust back, but he continued. “and five points for sunghoon! at four minutes and fifty one seconds! park sunghoon is the winner of the pussy eating competition!” a new voice cheered from behind him, one that belonged to a taller manager that appeared since mark had to leave for a quick and ‘urgent’ bathroom break, making his best friend, johnny announce the winner.
but did the winner in question care right now? not really.
ignoring jake’s protests of disappointment and the sounds of his girl comforting him and finding him being upset adorable, also ignoring jake’s yells of shock and disbelief when he looked over and realised that sunghoon was currently balls deep inside of his girl. “i didn’t know you could literally fuck?!” he practically screamed at johnny as his girl tried to hold him back from jumping the taller guy.
yet all of this, went unnoticed by both you and sunghoon. who was now chasing his own pleasure inside of your divine pussy that kept trying to push him out while your back arched in his hold, pushing your chest against his as your body shook with complete overstimulation. he buried himself so deep inside of you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he hugged you when he pressed his tip against your cervix entirely before shooting his load inside of you.
both of you groaned in pleasure, sunghoon whimpering your name as his climax came down on him with intense ecstasy that coursed through his body. each nerve ending of his blazing with fire while his mind melted. you felt so unreal.
he finally came down from his high, allowing the two of you to catch your breaths as he was rooted still so deep inside of you. “you okay, doll?” he mumbled lowly only for you to hear, panting on your skin while you nodded tiredly, eyes clearly droopy and sleepy making him chuckle. finding all of your expressions so adorable.
“you did so good for me, little girl.” he kissed your lips, savouring the taste of you on his tongue and lips before he gently pulled away. pulling his softening length out and quickly fixing his clothing before grabbing your discarded towel to help clean you up. unaware of the fact that there was a looming, pissed jaeyun behind him like his shadow.
“what the fuck sunghoon!?” he suddenly yelled, making the two of you jump in surprise before you tiredly looked over and sunghoon angrily turned around. “the fuck are you yelling for?” he furrowed his eyebrows, seriously what was this dude thinking right now?
“you cheated!” he pointed his finger, eyes wide with the accusation as sunghoon only glanced at him one more time before returning to assist you. “didn’t he basically cheat?!” the shorter one turned around to face johnny who was too busy flirting with the next contestants, “yeah yeah you could do anything as long as you make the girl squirt, sim” he waved him off.
“why the fuck am i just knowing this?!”
at the end of the competition, sunghoon— as predicted won. he walked out of that place with not only an upset jaeyun and a hundred dollar bill, but also the love of his life.
this man is the very definition of “I will match your mood”. I think he’s the most “gentle” out of the entire group, especially when he’s conscious of his actions. He won’t push you too hard when you’re tired, but when you’re eager and horny? yeah he’s serving you like his queen.
“Jinu!” you gasp, your cute thighs squeezing his head ever so harder. He offered a quick session before his concert, but he’s already made you cum more than six times by his fingers.
“Yes, my love?” his lips grazed you clit, giving you soft kisses everywhere but where you wanted them. He was teasing you, making you too tired to walk back to being his manager. Your legs were draped over his shoulders, your back against the cold leather of the black sofa.
You moaned, feeling his tongue press flat against your wet pussy. The smell of sex filled the small room, where at any moment anyone could come in. You grab a fist of his hair, nearly gasping;
“If you don’t fuck me with that tongue, I’ll ride it myself—“
A squeak escapes your lips as he grabs your legs, and moves you forward until his nose pokes at your little nub. His eyes narrow, and you feel his smile;
“I thought you’d never ask, Princess.”
Romance ! - the worshipper
this man is an absolute flirt and tease, but he loves you so much. he loves having you on his lap as he fucks your trembling pussy, but adores it more when he devours you. it just so happens he likes romantic baths with you and being your personal “massager”.
“Do you like it when I press my fingers here, hm?”
The warm water of the tub swishes silently as you struggle to hold on to the edge. Rose petals litter the water and stick to your bare skin. Only a single kanzashi holds your soaked hair together, a gift by no one other than the man caressing your lower back and swiping your clit effortlessly.
You’re practically arched on the edge of the tub. Your hands hold yourself up on the bottom wall as your ass pokes out of the tub, where Romance licks at your wet flesh.
“Y-yeah,” you moan, feeling his tongue circle around your tight hole, “When are we g-gonna finish? I have to go to work—“
You yelp when he smacks your thigh, growling, “Your work can wait, for now,” he smiles, tension easing, “I think this spot here,” his tongue enters your pussy with a sudden slurp, his jaw practically gnawing at you.
He doesn’t get to finish when you ask, “Y-you’re not gonna eat me like this, right? Wait until—“
Romance laughs, making your cunt flutter;
“Oh, I’m making sure you’re getting massaged inside out, baby.”
Mystery ! - the secret pussy monster
this man got hidden talent and you can’t tell me otherwise. he’s non-chalant outside, doesn’t know you and doesn’t touch you. but the moment you guys are alone, he’s a fuck bunny. he can’t take a second without you; a real passionate lover with surreal skill and knowledge about your body. test him if you want, but you’ll always end up with a cummy mess between your legs.
“Myst—!”
Another moan escapes you, and you instantly cover your mouth. Your sweetly manicured nails dig into your cheek as your teary eyes peek at the crook of light spilling from the door.
Mystery has you against the wall, his large hands holding your legs up as his thumbs open your wet folds. His masterful tongue slurps and fucks your sweet cunt. It’s only five more minutes until his debut, and instead of talking with his demon friends, he chose to eat his darling below the stage.
His tongue flicks your swollen nub as he murmurs, “If you don’t stay quiet little one, then they might come down,”
Your eyes look straight down at the orbs peeking from his overgrown hair as he claws the sweet plush of your legs, “And you know I really don’t like sharing food, don’t you?”
As his sweetly trained human, you nod feverishly, and let your teeth sink into the flesh of your palm. His name is just like his demeanor, an utter mystery. Because next thing you know, you’re cumming just off his words, your orgasm being ridden by his sharp teeth morphing in.
“Yes little one, keep going.”
He sinks his fangs onto the fat of your inner thigh, right at the beat when his name is announced for entry.
Abs ! - the combo daddy
he’s strong and he knows it. he takes pride in his fingering + demon tongue combo. and it doesn’t matter what you wear or where it is, he’s always patting his muscled leg for you to hump on. he only wants his meal warmed up after all.
“Your pussy looks so fucking gorgeous like yesterday,” his words were punctuated with each kiss on your glistening sore folds, “Just so good.”
You kept your legs open, your hands holding the back of your thighs and pushing it towards your tummy. A light jingle came from your anklet, well kind of— it was a chain that kept you tied to your sides. So your hands and feet had to be close together, there was no other way around it.
The gag on your smeared lips smothered every moan and slurry word you’d say, keeping you nice and quiet to Abs. His thick fingers were felt deeply as he curved them up your spongey walls, making a sloppy squishy sound. The demon sucked and made hickies all around your aching pussy, marking his territory.
He was teasing you horribly, and you knew that. Your head tipped back, your throat making a gutteral nose when Abs mixed his wet muscle with his digits, stretching your pulsating hole evermore.
It felt so good, but so wrong as you felt his tongue grow in you, almost like a tentacle leaving every spot of you untouched. The violet boy peered up at you, seeing you struggle to keep your weight above. He only chuckled, a motion strong enough to allow his markings to fade in;
“You’re doing such a good job, baby. Keep it up and I might just reward you.”
Baby ! - mister sloppy
he’s so messy, but he cleans up— don’t worry. he loves to drool on your cunt because he doesn’t believe in “lube”…well unless it’s some food kink he has going on. he loves it when you wear short skirts, or his oversized clothing and no panties. he’s a perv, but a dominant one. if he tells you to “come here”, you better come there, or else he’s gonna start spanking you.
“Now, what did I say about walking around like that, hm?”
Another spank on your pussy made you yelp, but inside you simply adored it. You loved it when he grabbed your neck, squeezing it and rubbing your cunt as he slapped it.
Your hands clutch at the arm around your neck, whining as you kick your legs up;
“I jus’ wanted to show you the new dress you bought me…!”
Baby scoffed, his middle and ring finger jerking your clit slowly; “So you decide to flaunt this wet meal of mine out in public? That’s not very cool, y’know.”
“Well,” you squirmed, nearly choking as he tightened his hold on your neck, “You haven’t eaten me out since—“
“Oh, so my pretty little girl wanted me to eat her pussy?” his voice made your body flush with new rigor, your pussy clamping on his long fingers, “Well why didn’t you say so?”
Instantly, you were tossed on the floor; your behind was pulled upwards, making you arch on his legs as you held yourself up on the floor. The precious red dress was rolled up to your waist, and you felt all your blood rushing to your head at the position.
You saw Baby’s foot tapping as he hummed a rhythm, and felt him lick his tongue up your opening. A gasp escaped your lips, making you shiver when he spat on your cunt;
“I have this new beat I’ve been meaning to use, mind if I do a lip choreography on this sweet pussy?”
You didn’t even get to reply when he went right on fucking his tongue in your aching hole, making you mewl as you pushed your hips upward.
Oh how loved it when he made out with your pretty pussy.
𝝑𝑒 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. trying to tease your boyfriend while he’s calling someone ends up with you nearly passing out (from pleasure).
tags. olderbf!gojo satoru x female reader. smut, little bit of plot ig. implied age gap (reader early - mid 20’s, gojo early - mid 30’s). pūssy slapping / sniffing. edging. overstim. ōral (f receiving). dirty talk. user is called ‘little girl, princess, doll, baby’. not proofread. idk i forgot how to write smut srry
you were cuddling with satoru on the couch, escaping the cold winter air, when he suddenly got a phone call. he answers it before pulling you closer, his free hand absentmindedly playing with the hem of your shirt.
you aren’t quite focusing on whatever was being said. your eyes find something way more interesting—his body.
your cheek is squished against his pecs as you lie against his chest, your fingers idly tracing the lines of his muscles through the shirt he’s wearing. satoru doesn’t seem to mind, even flexing his pecs just to hear your soft giggle in the background.
“tsk, i told you i won’t take up any more missions t’night,” the white-haired man rolls his eyes with a dramatic sigh. “. . .don’t caaaare. someone else can deal with that. send ino or somethin’.”
by the tone that your boyfriend is using, you can guess it’s ichiji he’s talking with. poor guy.
your eyes flicker up to satoru’s face and you can’t deny the fact that your heart skipped a beat when you notice that he was already looking down at you. you flutter your lashes out of embarrassment and look the other way. his long fingers find your chin and gently pull your gaze back to his.
“mmhm. but i told ya i’d be busy,” satoru continues his conversation nonchalantly, but his thoughts are elsewhere. on you.
his thumb presses down on your lower lip, tracing the form idly. something between your legs flutters at the sensual but casual way he’s checking you out.
you didn’t even notice that your hand accidentally brushed against the waistband of satoru’s sweatpants until he lets out a quiet hiss. too close; your hand got too close to his crotch.
to his already half-hard cock.
your heart is hammering in your chest as you glance up at satoru again, his cheeks now slightly dusted with a faint pink that he covers up with his free hand, acting like he’s rubbing his face.
you can’t help it. that small reaction did things to you that you can’t explain. you just need more of it.
so, your fingers slowly trail down satoru’s abs and back down to his crotch. this time you let your fingertips trace the outline of the prominent bulge.
“yea, yea, i’m listenin’, just—“ your boyfriend nearly chokes on his spit once he feels you teasing him directly through his pants. his hips buck slightly and he bites his lip to catch the grunt nearly escaping his throat.
“f—yeah, no. i don’t care what they have to say about it,” satoru continues, his voice more strained than before. his fingers curl around your wrist and tightly grip it to prevent you from doing anything else.
you try to act innocent, even as your fingers continue their path up and down the outline of his dick. a sneaky grin tugs at the corners of your lips. you’re enjoying this more than you should.
satoru’s jaw clenches, a muscle twitching in his cheek as he struggles to keep his focus on the call despite your teasing distractions. his blue eyes glint with a warning; do not.
emboldened by his non-verbal response, you lean in closer and your breasts press against his arm. his biceps twitch and his hand tightens on your wrist, almost painfully so.
but then you do something that makes him lose all control. your hand boldly cups the prominent outline of his cock, giving it a squeeze that has his hips bucking up instinctively.
“fuckk—figure it out y’rself,” satoru inhales sharply, his voice cracking slightly as he rushes to end the call.
the moment the call ends, satoru throws the phone across before it lands on the cushion of an armchair. he doesn’t waste a second in hauling you up into his lap fully, making you straddle his lap. he shamelessly makes you sit your ass right on top of his clothed dick.
“y’re unbelievable. can’t let your man take a call in peace, hm?” satoru breathes out, but there’s an underlying tension in his tone that tells you he’s holding back. holding back from not ravaging you right then and there.
“sorrryy, you just looked really good,” you giggle, almost nervously so, before grinding down against his erection even more. you gain a sharp inhale from your boyfriend and his large hands immediately settle on your ass, squeezing the flesh there in attempt to keep himself grounded.
satoru smirks, that usual signature grin, but this time it’s much more. . . shaky. unstable.
“yeah?” he breathes as he leans in to press a trail of sloppy kisses down your throat. he can’t help but lick a stripe down your collarbone, biting down on your skin with a huff, “well—you signed up for whatever comes after this, princess.”
with that, satoru turns you both around. your world tilts and your back softly hits the cushions of the couch. he looms over you, settling between your spread thighs.
your lover runs a hand through his hair, pushing the white locks back from his eyes. he uses his other hand to cup the back of one of your thighs, pushing the same leg up to rest at his hip. he lets it rest there, slightly hooked around his waist.
with a lick to his glossy lips, satoru leans down to your face. he breathes your smell in, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he kisses your jaw. acting sweet and caring one last time—
“y’know our safe word, right?”
you swallow thickly at those words that left your man’s voice in such a sexy, sultry tone. you can feel your pussy fluttering at the passionate promise behind that sentence.
“y-yes. strawberry,” you answer him with, a small stutter to your voice.
satoru hums in satisfaction. both at the fact that you managed to answer him correctly and that your little act of confidence had dropped. that’s how he likes you—shy and submissive.
“atta girl,” he purrs before his slender fingers trail up your thighs, brushing against the waistbands of your pajama pants. his lips are an inch away from yours, but he doesn’t kiss you just yet, “brace y’rself then.”
satoru’s hand lingers around your inner thighs before slowly cupping your cunt through your cotton pants. “ah—!” you let out a small moan at the contact of his warm palm pressing down, covering the entirety of your pussy.
with every tiny sound you make, satoru grows bolder, but not enough to make him actually start touching you. he keeps his motions slow, maddeningly so.
“does it feel good?” he coos as he grinds his palm ever so slowly against your clit, knowing that was the spot with the way your entire body flinches. “mhmmm,” he adds in a low and long groan, moving his wrist in circles to add that pleasure to your bundle of nerves.
your boyfriend doesn’t make any move to undress you or even take your pants off to properly touch you. no, it’s all apart of his revenge game.
teasing you until you almost find the peak of your pleasure before pulling back in time and repeating the cycle.
you whine, almost frustratingly so. you try to find your orgasm by grinding your sex up against his palm, but your lover notices and lets up. “aht, aht,” he tuts and pulls his hand back.
you let out an almost annoyed yet emotional noise, “‘toru! pleaseee, am sorry, ‘kay?” you hurriedly apologise for your bratty actions during his business call, knowing that is exactly why he is edging you.
satoru just chuckles and his hand gently pats your clothed cunt, grazing it with his knuckles like he was stroking something delicate. “you’re sorry?” he repeats in a low murmur, letting the pad of his fingertip run right over your slit. the material of your pants easily molds to his touch and it slightly slips between your pussy lips, defining your mound.
“fnngh—yes, am sorry for teasing you,” you gasp and your thighs instinctively clamp around his hand, feeling your juices soak through the thin lace of your panties and drench the crotch of your pants. you’re so close; those slow touches are gonna be the death of you.
satoru’s eyes never leave the apex of your thighs. he nudges your limbs apart and takes away his hand. when you whine impatiently again and try to buck your hips up against his, he frowns.
“you might be sorry, but she isn’t,” he scoffs lightly before a sudden slap to your wet pussy makes you jolt in place. the sparks of pleasure shoot through your body, making you see stars behind your eyes. that slap hit your clit head on, causing your sex to pulse.
satoru sighs in mocking disappointment. “see? don’t think she’s sorry enough,” he mumbles before soothing your cunt by rubbing it gently again. he feels the damp patch growing there and he barely manages to hold back a groan, “shamelessly drippin’ through your pants ‘n all. . . poor girl.”
you can’t help it. the way your boyfriend is talking to you, the way he's looking at you with nothing but lust, the way he's teasing you—you're going insane. your body is screaming at you to find some relief. at this point you’re going to embarrassingly squirt all in your pants.
“not fair,” you whisper between muffled whines. you are bold enough to try and sneak a hand beneath your panties, wanting to get yourself off if your lover wasn’t going to do it for you.
once satoru notices your feeble attempt, he lightly smacks your hand away with a dissapproving click of his tongue. “impatient little girl,” the older man sighs before pinning your wrists above your head. his other hand tugs your pants down your legs, “hips up.”
you eagerly do as told, happy to do so, thinking satoru will finally give you what you have been wanting—needing. although you should have known better. should have known that his pettiness knows no bounds.
satoru’s eyes darken once he sees the lace of your panties. the wet material clings to your pussy, only emphasizing your neediness. with a quick glance up at your adorable expression, he lowers his head right between your legs.
he doesn’t do a thing for now—just lets his breath puff against your pretty panty-clad cunt. it’s enough to get you writhing beneath him, your hands easily finding his hair, fingers twisting the white locks until his scalp aches.
“please, ‘toru, please,” you can only beg in a breathy voice, trying your best to keep it together. your lover only grins up at you, enjoying the humiliation on your face. the absolute desperation to get off.
satoru presses a feather light kiss to the top of your cunt. “please what? i have no idea what y're begging for,” he mocks you with a pout before pressing another kiss to your slit. he sneakingly darts his tongue out to taste your juices through the cloth, groaning at the wetness he finds.
you’re so soaked it’s making his dick ache in his sweatpants.
you huff and puff, almost on the verge of tears. that is exactly what satoru is aiming for; to see you all teary-eyed and begging him for forgiveness just so you can cum.
“please—please fuck me— anything! please i just wanna cum,” you cry out because of how achingly desperate you are. your pussy is screaming for attention and you don't care in what form. it just needs any kind of stimulation.
the white-haired man hums. that is exactly what he wishes to hear. “don’t cry, baby. i promise i’ll give it to you soon,” he murmurs and nuzzles his nose between your covered pussy lips. your back arches off the couch from that simple form of contact, making you shiver and grab onto his hair tightly.
satoru takes a deep sniff and lets it out through a shaky breath, a moan escaping his throat simultaneously. denying your pleasure means denying himself any as well. “fuck,” he hisses.
he needs you just as much as you need him, he realises.
with an impatient tug, satoru tears your panties off, carelessly throwing them to the floor. he spreads your thighs properly to expose your glistening folds to his hungry gaze. the pink insides are glistening with your juices—a sight that would send any man into a frenzy.
“awwhh, look at this pretty pussy—she’s been so wet and ready f’ me,” he purrs lowly and runs a long finger along your puffy slit. he watches the lips part slightly to give him way, an hypnotising sight that nearly has him drooling. “bet you wanna cum so badly, don’tcha? wanna cream all over my fingers?”
“yes, yes, yes—oh, fuck!” you nod eagerly and a high pitched moan leaves your lips before you can stop it. that is the relief you need—that magnetic touch of his that overloads all of your senses. the only thing you can focus on is those fingers stimulating your bare cunt. “fuck me—yes, right there!”
“heh, my baby has such a potty mouth. . . right here, hm?” satoru coos and circles your clit faster with the blunt tip of his finger, applying just enough pressure to make your hips buck up off the couch again. judging by the way you’re keening and your moans that only get louder, he can easily guess that you’re almost at your limit.
“ah-ah-ah, none of that now,” he chides and presses his thumb down hard on your sensitive nub. it doesn’t help your case—he just wants to see you struggle on the edge of ectasy before he pulls away. “you don't get to cum until i say so, remember?”
in contradiction to his words, he slips a finger inside your tight cunt, pumping it slowly as he rubs your clit. satoru’s other hand slides up your body, palming your breasts roughly as he pinches and tugs at your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt.
“mhm yeaah, i love seein’ you like this,” he groans, scissoring his slender fingers inside you. he’s stretching you out, pushing your boundaries to see if you'll cum or if you’ll hold it obediently as he commanded. “so desperate for my touch. . . for me to fill this hungry little pussy.”
satoru then curls his fingers just right. his digits press against that spot inside you that make your eyes roll back in your head. he rubs your clit harder, the rough friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. “thaaat's it, baby. let me feel ya struggle,” he pants, half lidded eyes watching his fingers disappear into your pussy over and over.
your lover fingers you hard and fast, his thumb grinding against your clit as he pumps two, then three fingers in and out of your spasming hole. your inner walls clench and flutter around the invading digits to try and suck them in deeper.
“wanna cum! wanna cu-cuhmmm, please,” you sob and trash around beneath him. you want to just let go—to listen to your body and let it feel the overflowing pleasure. though you also don’t want to know what kind of punishment awaits if you do.
satoru’s breath hitches as he feels your body start to tense, your legs shaking with the force of your impending orgasm. “don’t you dare cum,” he groans before immediately pulling his fingers out of your dripping cunt. it leaves you gaping, hole clenching around nothing as if it’s missing the way it was filled a moment ago.
he brings his fingers to his mouth and makes a show of sucking your essence off his skin. his pink tongue swirls around the two digits, keeping lewd eye contact with you as he slurps it up loudly. the tease.
“shit, she tastes so good,” the older man sighs, closing his eyes for a second to savor the taste of you. of that pussy of yours that he worships. he opens his eyes again with a smirk on his face, his lips shining with your translucent juices, “too bad you don’t get to cu—”
satoru doesn’t finish his sentence once his gaze locks in with your cunt again. your body is trembling, with afterschocks, and a new wave of cum gushes down your pussy lips. your body is arched in a way that can only hurt—your eyes rolled back and your lips parted in a silent scream.
his eyes narrow, “hm.”
you’re too lost in the pleasure of your sudden orgasm to realise the shift in the air. your toes are curled and your legs are shaking uncontrollably. you’re overwhelmed—you couldn’t have denied yourself any more.
once you finally notice the way satoru’s eyes had darkened, it was too late. “mmh, ‘toru—no, wait!” you squeal as he lowers his head in the speed of light, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he lifts your hips up to his face.
he doesn’t wait a second before eating you out like a man starved. his tongue laps at your dripping cunt, swallowing every drop of your ambrosia. he doesn’t speak another word, but you can guess that he’s been trying to hold himself back for a while and just kind of. . . let go right then and there.
“wait! oh my god—too muchhh,” you mewl and keen, your body trying to get away from his skilled mouth eating you out with gusto. he is shameless about it—loudly slurping and suckling on your clit and cunt, tongue diving between your sloppy lips.
it’s a punishment in a way, for not listening to him. for cumming without permission. the overstimulation made you genuinely feel like your pussy was melting, no, on its way to explosion.
another orgasm.
it was too much. you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest at this point. “so muchh, gonna cum ‘gain, please stop—”
satoru’s eyes flicked up at your plea, taking his mouth off your pussy for a second. seeing you whine when you lose contact with his hot mouth confirms that you actually don’t want him to stop. you need him to continue.
to make you lose whatever is left of your sanity.
“cummin’ without permission then expectin’ me to go easy on you. . . tsk tsk,” his voice is rough and muffled as he dives in again, his mouth suckling around your clit, tongue flicking out to rub the little bundle of nerves.
you’re not the only one who’s losing it. satoru’s cock is leaking so much pre-cum it’s starting to stain his boxers. eating you out and hearing your lewd moans and pleas is getting him off. it’s all he needs to cum right in his pants.
“fuckk, y’re gonna make me cum. this little cunt tastes like heaven,” he breathes heavily as his tongue laps up the beginning of your second orgasm. his hands keep your hips as still as they could, keeping your pussy pressed right up into his face.
you cry out in pleasure once his tongue plunges into your cunt, circling around in there while the tip of his nose bumps onto your clitoris with each drag. “‘toru—nghhh!” your jaw goes slack and your eyes roll back again as your second climax washes over you.
your boyfriend groans low against your folds, the vibrations adding to your overwhelming ecstasy. your nails are digging into his scalp at this point, holding his head right where it is.
satoru can feel your cunt clench and spasm around his invading tongue, gushing hot fluid all over his chin and cheeks. he laps it up greedily without hesitation. he can’t help but moan at the taste of your release as he works you through your second climax.
he hisses sharply as he can feel himself teetering on the edge right after. “shit,” he curses under his breath, his hips instinctively grinding against the couch for friction—for release. “ohhh, fuckfuckfuck—“ a choked up moan vibrates against your spasming cunt once the orgasm washes over satoru as well.
you’re both out of breath, unable to speak another thought as you try to regain your composure. you slowly loosen your grip on your lover’s white locks, letting him pull his head back for air as you slowly go limp.
satoru sits up on his knees, panting. his hair is disheveled, a few strands covering his half-lidded eyes. his chin, mouth and part of his cheeks are coated in your juices and he’s not ashamed of it.
he licks the remnants from his lips, one of his hands still idly rubbing at your cunt, thumb sliding between your puffy folds. his other hand adjusts his dick through his pants, the straining erection now more uncomfortable due to his drenched boxers.
satoru’s eyes meet yours and he finally lets out a low chuckle. “you okay?” he tilts his head with an all knowing glint in his eyes. he knows you’re not really in the right state to answer the question truthfully.
you nod idly, more focused on calming down from your back to back climaxes. especially when your lover is still stroking your pussy—a gesture meant to soothe you, to let you ride the pleasure out—but it only provokes you more.
“am fi—fine,” you hiccup, voice lightly slurred due to the drool that’s gathered in your mouth.
satoru nearly snorts at your pathetic attempt of a reply, “you don’t look the bit, princess.”
his other hand tugs at the strings on his sweatpants, slowly tugging the waistband down to reveal his black boxers. your vision is too blurry with tears, but you can make out that prominent bulge—his hard cock aching to be let out.
“wha—” you get cut off by him holding onto your hips, lifting them up to press your bare cunt right against his clothed dick.
satoru groans at the contact and takes a sharp breath through his teeth. he grins mischievously as he lets you feel the way you’ve got him hard and needing. “did’ya think i was done with you?” he asks mockingly.
he leans his head down to the point your foreheads are almost touching. he presses a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, the look in his eyes a mix of desire and challenge;
“mm-mm. i’m not lettin’ ya go until you pass out on my dick, doll. you still need to be taught the consequences of y’r actions.”
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — i wrote this while being sick, so don't attack me if this has a lot of spelling mistakes and errors.. and i just wanted to write some silly little headcanons so my apologies if this isn't good lol happy reading as always and i hope you enjoy :3 (yes i did remove fedya from this sorry) NOT PROOFREAD
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — bsd men and how they eat the 😼
𝓓𝓪𝔃𝓪𝓲
this man is a MUNCHERRRR. will gladly eat you out any day of the week, any time of the day. he does not care if you're at work — will not hesitate drag you in a storage room of the agency and eat you out there. one time ranpo walked in on dazai giving you the most toe-curling head, and used that as blackmail on you two, demanding he'll keep quiet if you bought him candy for the rest of the week. safe to say that you put a ban on sex at work for a month (spoiler alert: you didn't last).
sit. on. his. face. make a mess on it — drench his face in your juices and he'll thank you. hell, even better if you ride it — he'll cum untouched so fast.
he's skilled in the art of eating pussy — knows all of your weak spots like the back of his hand. don't ask him how many times he's done this — he'll just flash you an innocent looking smile, never actually answering your question.
knows how to make you scream and takes advantage of that — urging you to cum over and over on his silver tongue, saying "just gimme one more, darling," only for it to turn into another, and another until you lose count.
he takes his time when giving you head — tongue tracing your hole all the way up to your clit, savouring the taste of your arousal before he devours you.
KEEPS EYE CONTACT !! works his mouth on your cunt while his big, warm, brown eyes filled with mirth stares at you the entire time, smirking at the beautiful expressions you make — loving how flustered you get from his gaze alone.
likes to use his fingers while eating you out — long digits probing at the rough patch of your g-spot while he sucks on your clit — a deadly combo that has you creaming in his mouth in seconds.
overall a 10/10, knows how to use his tongue and isn't afraid of using it.
𝓒𝓱𝓾𝓾𝔂𝓪
messy eater !! is not afraid of getting filthy, if he's gonna go down on you, might as well do it properly.
he's really into 69 ! not because he gets pleasured as well (though he's definitely not gonna complain about it), it's more of a physiological thing for him. it gets him so impossibly hard when you slobber and struggle to take his cock down your throat just because of the sheer pleasure he's giving you. it's adorable to see, really. also gives him an excuse to shove his cock down your throat himself, groaning something about "him doing all the work," but he wouldn't have it any other way.
as much as he loves pinning you to the bed, holding your hips down while shoving his face between your legs — he'd much rather eat it from the back. what can he say? he loves your ass — spreading it apart to bury his tongue into your hole, occasionally slapping or pinching your cheeks to tease you — it's pure filth.
he knows your limits, of course, but sometimes he can't help but go a little overboard — too lost in the feeling of lapping up your sweetness, circling your clit before dipping his tongue into your hole. it's best not to interrupt him during this — unless you actually want to stop, he's gonna pin you down harder with a low growl before getting back to his meal.
he doesn't use his fingers that often while eating you out — would much rather make you release on his tongue, but wouldn't mind indulging you if you really wanted it. gloved fingers probing at your sweet spot — groaning out praises for being so good for him.
he's a talker !! growling, muttering and even moaning words of encouragement while he eats your pussy — the vibrations of his lust-filled voice making your toes curl and head lull back.
9/10, he's less about technique and more about instinct — and it works.
𝓙𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓸
he's a sadist through and through — very into edging you. likes to hear your heartbeat speed up then suddenly drop when he pulls his face away from your cunt, laughing at your misery like it's the funniest thing in the world. don't get him wrong though — he eventually does let you cum, eventually.
when he's not edging you, he's overstimulating you. sometimes he does it right after edging you, too — didn't you want to cum? he's giving you what you wanted this whole time, you should thank him for it, really.
not afraid of using toys on you during he goes down on you — he loves hearing your desperate whines and and attempts of forcing him away because "it's too much," what nonsense — he thinks, jouno knows your limits, he knows you can take it. now be a good girl for him and let him enjoy his meal.
100% a pussy slapper — he likes hearing you squeal his name, while your neighbors definitely hate you both for that. he's so mean about it too, spreading your pussy lips apart to land a harsh but swift smack on your clit — it has you tearing up and crying out his name so cutely, he can't help but do it again, again and again.
jouno knows exactly which spots make you writhe in pleasure, and he takes advantage of that — relentlessly pounding his fingers into your g-spot while suckling on your clit, it has you seeing stars in mere moments.
did i mention he can make you squirt? he's incredible with his hands and mouth — combine that with the fact that he knows all of your weak spots, it's a killer combination. even if you're not a squirter, he still gives you the best orgasms you've had in your life.
8/10, he knows your limits and knows when to stop — but sometimes he can be a little too… sadistic.
𝓡𝓪𝓷𝓹𝓸
another munch right here — he'll eat you out anytime he wants, and when you want him to, of course !
ranpo gets super whiney while going down on you, his face would be flushed down to his neck — muffled moans of your name escaping his glossy lips, it's an adorable sight.
his glasses would be all fogged up, please take them off for him so they don't get dirty (he'll be whiney after if you don't)
ranpo has 0 experience, might need you to teach him some of the basics at first but he's a quick learner, quickly figures out and memorises which spots make you moan louder and your cunt wetter.
he doesn't care that much about technique, relies on feeling instead.
he doesn't like using his fingers, would rather pleasure you simply with his tongue — but he might cave in if you whined for long enough.
LOVES having you sit on his face — he needs to be drowned in your essence, and what better way to do that than have you ride his face? use him to get off, he might whine and kick his feet at first but he'll give in eventually !
sucks on your clit like it's his favorite candy — at least that's what he tells you. could spend hours and hours between your legs if you'd let him, sucking at licking at your clit before dipping his tongue in your hole, he might like it even better than candy, actually.
7/10, inexperienced but his enthusiasm makes up for it — really messy too.
note — if you don't agree with the ratings then that's fine, they can eat you out however you want them to lol.
Content Guidance: NSFW. Pussy-starved Dazai giving you oral for the first time. Reader is a courier. Alcohol consumption (Dazai and reader each have one drink before getting it on.) Mentions of previous sexual encounters during the PM days with other partners when Dazai was extremely drunk and not fully aware of what was going on. Cunnilingus. Pussydrunk Dazai. Approx 1.8k words
Every Detective Needs a Vice
You were quite the mystery, one which unraveled Dazai faster than he thought possible. The enigma of who you were was a simple enough one to crack: he asked you your name and you told him, flashing your courier ID badge without a moment’s hesitation. But how you managed to steal his heart with such a casual gesture as an awkward smile. Now that… that was vexing.
Yes, you were beautiful. Fascinating… Though honestly, so many people were beautiful and fascinating to Dazai. But something elevated you above his usual curiosity. Perhaps because– and he meant this with utter love in his heart– you were… ordinary. You were destined to be a part of his world for a brief flicker of time, your paths crossing by mere happenstance.
It had been a while– years, actually, since he’d slept with anyone. No matter how much he flirted, how much of a spark he felt, something held him back… and okay, yeah, quite often that something was rejection. He did have a tendency toward making things weird.
But hot damn, you wore the ever living shit out of your courier uniform. Dazai couldn’t fail to notice your shape; his favorite shape of all since the moment you walked into the ADA’s office to deliver a letter to President Fukuzawa. The hue of your hair–no, your eyes– became his favorite color, the sound of your laughter followed by your affectionate chastisement in response to his flirtation became his very favorite sound.
“Oh, Dazai-san… you’re terrible.”
He chuckled and took your hand, holding it to his fluttering chest. “Osamu, please.”
The heat of Kunikida’s glare burned at the nape of his neck. “Dazai, you have work to do–”
“Come on now, Kunikida-kun. You’ve waited a week for those reports, you can hold out for just a few more minutes, can’t you?”
Your laughter made the inevitable ass-beating all worthwhile.
“Do you want to take me out for a drink tonight?” Dazai called out to you as Kunikida dragged him by the scruff back to his desk.
“You know what, sure. I’ll be back this way around five.”
Thank God for his pretty face. He clung to the edge of a counter as Kunikida switched tactics, attempting to drag him by the legs. “I can hardly wa– ait.”
Sure enough, you kept your word. He didn’t tell you it was his birthday but you put effort into your outfit anyway, and your dress did an even better job at accentuating your shape than your courier uniform. Dazai was—for about five seconds— completely speechless. And then he was anything but- effusively gushing over your appearance, declaring you an angel, a temptress, a siren.
“Such beautiful eyes,” he sighed longingly, bracing one elbow against the bar top as he gazed across at you. The smoky singe of whisky warmed the back of his throat as he fidgeted with a toothpick, twirling it between his fingertips. “Have you heard the myth of Medusa? She could turn men into stone with a glance. I think that would be quite a beautiful way to go. Quick. Clean. If the last things on earth I saw were your lovely eyes… ahh… what a perfect death.”
The air between you held onto the silence, and he half expected you to break the tension with a nervous laugh and an excuse allowing you to make a swift exit. That's how these things usually went. But then…
“Sure, it'd be quick but I doubt it'd be painless.”
Dazai's eyebrows lifted in surprise. Your willingness to play along was a welcome turn of events. You weren't the Kunikida type; quick to get exasperated with him. And you weren't one to back away from his eccentricities with a polite smile. Oh no no no… you were quite the weirdo yourself, and that was sexy as hell. He tapped his lip thoughtfully with the tip of his finger. “Hm… yeah, you're right. It probably would hurt.”
“Not to mention you'd have no control over where I sold the statue of you to. You could end up in the home of your very worst enemy. Or in the park covered in pigeon crap.”
“Whoa whoa! You wouldn't keep me?”
One playful shrug later he was already half in love with you. “I don't like clutter…”
“But I could be a trophy! A testament to your power and prowess as a gorgon.”
“I'd rather have the cash.”
“Ahh! Stop stop I can't take any more!” Dazai wailed, burying his fingers in his hair and arching backward as though in agony.
“I did say it wouldn't be painless.”
He clutched his heart and let his head hang forlornly. “You did, you did. But… please keep me,” he said, turning to you and taking one of your hands in his. “I promise I'll be a good statue. I won't ever fall over no matter what. Earthquakes? Pah! Typhoons? Whatever. I can take it.”
Your eyes met his, your roguish glint matching his own. “Okay, fine. I'll keep you but you have to hold a big bowl so I can use you as a birdbath.”
“Thank you!” he gasped. “Oh thank you, thank you, my terrible, merciful beauty.”
An irresistible smile curved your lips, one which made his heart squeeze. He was in love.
He felt that same smile against his lips less than an hour later as the pair of you stumbled through the door to your home, refusing to let your lips part from each other, even while kicking off your shoes and fumbling to place your keys on the stand in the hallway.
You kissed him like he meant something, and he kissed you like you were everything. The world blurred around the two of you, everything forgotten but for the feast of sensations anchoring him to the present. Your hands buried in his hair, the pulse in your neck racing against the heel of his palm as his fingers rested on your nape, the soft pull of your teeth on his lower lip, the tingles and desperate twitch of his cock.
God, it had been so long. So damn long since he’d allowed himself this. Not since those darker days, when he’d toed the line between consciousness and blackout drunk, capable only of focusing on flashes of feeble clarity; the taste of cigarettes on a stranger’s tongue, the hazy pleasure of something wet and soft on his dick— a mouth, an ass, a pussy, sometimes it took a while for him to figure out what he was fucking— his thoughts somewhere between “fuck yeah” and “oh… haha… shit…” More often than not he wasn’t even lucid enough to cum.
But you, you were in sharp focus, his inhibitions only slightly loosened, thanks to the single whisky at the bar and the ease of your company. The way your hands slid down his chest to rest above his heart, the kindness and concern in your breathless voice when your fingertips grazed his bandages after you’d both undressed and you asked him if he was hurt.
“No, not hurt. Just aching,” he replied, lips still ghosting over yours, because any distance between them would be unbearable.
The moment you climbed into bed beside him, Dazai wasted absolutely no time kissing his way down your torso to your pussy. And still the world consisted only of you; the unimaginable softness of your pussy lips beneath his mouth, the way your hips squirmed when he made out with your clit, the delicious tug of your fingers in his hair. Fuck, he couldn’t get enough of you, wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you closer still, groaning at the taste of you and already on the verge of cumming before you’d even touched his dick.
In all those hazy, barely-conscious liaisons, he'd never really tried to be good at it. He'd never relentlessly pursued the pleasure of his partner, content (or a simulacrum of contentment anyway) just to receive, to float listlessly in the waters, a passive participant in his own bliss. But not with you.
Every time your breath hitched, every time you moaned, gasped his name, shifted your hips, twitched against his eager mouth, he committed the cause of your reaction to memory, worked diligently to perfect it, to be as good as he could be for you.
He became your most avid pupil, obeying at once whenever you gave him instruction.
“There… keep doing that… fuck, don't stop…”
He never intended to.
“Harder… more…”
He gave you everything he had, licking, sucking, feeling your essence drip down his chin, stroking the base of your clit with his finger from above while he worked the nub of it with his mouth.
“Fuck… Osamu…”
God, knowing you were falling apart because of him, knowing he was making you feel incredible, finally feeling you cum against his mouth was so absurdly beautiful he found himself smiling in bliss against your flesh as he lapped at your nectar.
“God, I want to drown in you,” he whispered, so quiet he doubted you heard it. You were still in the throes of ecstasy, head pressed back against the pillow, thighs trembling against his ears. He kissed your cunt so tenderly, feeling drunk for the first time since he stumbled through the door with you. But his drunkenness had nothing to do with the whisky and everything to do with you.
“Do you want to fuck me?” you asked, still catching your breath.
Goddamn, you were so beautiful; flushed, glowing, eyes heavy-lidded, fingers carding through his hair. He gazed up at you from where he lay between your thighs, cock aching against the mattress, burning with desire and no doubt blushing just as much as you.
“Soon… Not yet,” he said, bowing his head to kiss your clit again. His soft brown eyes never left yours as he dipped lower and licked a long stripe between the lips of your pussy, relishing the way your brow pinched and your mouth fell open in pleasure. You undulated into his touch in such a way he felt his pre-cum dribble down the throbbing head of his cock and drip down onto the sheets.
Pleasuring you was the best he’d ever felt. The world had never looked more beautiful, because right then and there it consisted only of you.
And when his tongue reached your clit he wrapped his lips around it and suckled gently, not quite wanting to make you squirm from overstimulation. Just enough to make your back arch and your legs tremble. Just enough to make your lips form the shape of his name but for your lungs to empty so no sound came.
As long as you were willing, he’d happily taste you all night. Afterall, he was a detective now, and every great detective needed a vice. For Ranpo it was snacks and candy, for Kunikida… well, he wasn’t exactly sure what his vice was… maybe ass beatings? Or stationery… that seemed likely.
But for himself, Dazai decided, his vice was you. The taste of you. The way you moaned his name. And he absolutely intended to overindulge.
