being black in any art community is such a strange feeling cause you’ll see just blatant racism being expressed in others art and you have to just casually ignore it, for your sake if anything, colorism being something that’s just fundamentally there in every artist and you deal with it cause it’s not worth it in the end to even think of it too hard let alone even mentioning it, it’s definitely something
Hello nonblack reader of this post, I think you ought to share this one so that you and your peers can actively remind yourselves 1) of how your Black peers feel when you tolerate antiblack racism in your art spaces for entertainment and 2) that we notice it, but don't believe it is secure around enough of you to bring it up 🙏🏾
it was nasty, sheets pulled out from where they had once been neatly tucked in—soft skin dusted with a light sheen of perspiration, head drooping down slightly with each brush of nanami kento's slightly curved length against that gooey spot in your walls making you shudder underneath him.
it'd been what, almost two hours since you'd started, not sure how your body still had enough moisture to be soaked both inside and out, having been flipped from front to back and licked and nipped at from head to toe.
he had you on all fours, knees trembling slightly after a particularly low dip in your stomach. you were struggling to properly keep your head up, moments away from slumping forward completely when the corded muscle of his forearm moved round your side to allow his hand to cup your jaw, right under your neck. his touch was light yet strong enough to tip your head back, easing the tension that had been building in your neck.
his other hand tightened its hold on your waist, voice raspy against the shell of your ear. "just one more for me, okay? you can do that for me, i know you can."
"y-y're just so deeeeep," you groaned, hips moving back anyway, soft plap plap plap each time his hips met your own gradually increasing in speed.
"nothing you haven't done before." he murmured and gently he turned you over, your back now against the mattress and he was still buried up to the hilt inside of you, honey-brown eyes lazy and lidded as he pressed against the lower pudge of your belly.
"you feel me all the way up here?" he pressed a little harder, lips curving up in a small smile at the way you squirmed underneath him.
"does it feel good?"
his hand snaked back up to your throat, hand just resting over the exposed flesh.
you nodded, lashes fluttering against your cheeks. "soooooo good."
and he chuckled, low rumble vibrating in his chest—hand moving up to squish your cheeks into a soft pout.
"you are so cute like this."
and that's how you knew you looked awful—mascara clinging to your lower lashes, flyaway hairs stuck to the sides of your face, sliver of drool crusting at your chin.
you clenched your jaw when you felt that dip in your stomach, instincitvally moving to inch away from him, but his grip on your waist was tight, pinning you flat against the mattress.
"breathe honey." he reminded you, rubbing soothing circles into the curve of your side. "don't run from it. let me take care of you."
"too-shit—much!" you clawed out, the layered sensation of your previous orgasms making this next one feel so raw, every nerve in your body feeling alight, legs already twitching in anticipation.
"doing so well sweetheart." he moved your hand to let your fingers ghost over your clit, brain taking a moment to catch up before you started to rub messy circles over it, previous release coating your fingers with each swirl.
"just like that." he praised and the words washed over your body like warm water, it only taking a couple more strokes before you gushed all over him, small sob leaving your lips as you leaked out over his length with such an intensity you were worried he might slip right outta you from how wet your walls were.
"so perfect for me..." his voice wavered a little and you caught it, the way he throbbed against your walls making you moan.
you raked a hand against his stomach, the sensation of your nails trailing over his skin breaking the thin veil of restraint that he was still holding onto, groan deep and guttural when he finally filled you up, sheets stained beyond belief from having been exposed to literally every bodily fluid possible.
he slowly lowered himself onto you, face an inch away from your own as he brushed a hand over your face, pushing away the stray strands.
♡ ྀི꒱ᩙ ࣪ ׅ ⊹ kento covers himself while eating u out !
kento is the biggest munch you've ever been with! he'll eat it for breakfast, lunch, & dinner if he could（and trust me, he absolutely tries to !）
but there's one little peculiar thing he always does . .
he always covers himself with a blanket over him while his face is buried deep in your sweet core. when he did it the first time you two ever got intimate, you just thought it was something he did out of respect for you and you wouldn't put it past him to do something like that so you let it be.
as time went on though, he continued doing this and so you couldn't help wonder why. so today you decide to find out just that.
while he's ever so sweetly lapping at your slicked folds, you very slowly lift up the blanket and peek in to see your beloved. he doesn't seem to notice at first since you're still letting out those cute whimpers of yours. but then, he soon hears a soft giggle from you and that makes his eyes shoot up to look at you.
and gosh, he looks so goddamn cute & sexy at the same time — so greedily suckling on your puffy clit and stretching you out with those thick fingers of his, it's like he's completely lost in the moment. then . . his eyes flit up to meet yours whose peaking so adorably with that pretty smile on your face.
kento stops like he'd just been caught doing something naughty（technically he had been!）and then his entire face flushes a shade of pink, smushing his cheek to your inner thigh. you'd never seen him get flustered like this & you genuinely feel your heart do flips at how cute he looks.
"honey . ." he mutters, squishing his face even more into the plush of your thighs. ". . what are you doing?"
"just looking at my lovely boyfriend." you muse, running your fingers through his hair. "because he's always hiding himself when he's eating me out."
the flush on his face gets darker as he lets out a tiny groan, embarrassed & bashful. ". . i just get shy about it, sweetheart. i don't know why but i just do."
your heart flutters at his adorable admission, and with that, you lower the blanket back down & you can hear kento hum in delight as he dives right back in to devouring you ❤︎ !
being a woman is interesting sometimes cuz your feminine intuition will tell you some bullshit's about to happen and then the bullshit is just your period or sth like that
discoholicmusic
baratheonpilled
turnnoffyourmind
stormborns
gummygunk
snowghoul
s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s
izzy806
