Hi, sorry, person who wanted Ayakashi when you suck their tiddies fic. I just realized I should've been more specific. Can you do it for the dawn gang, as headcanons? Tyyy
i accidentally deleted the first part of ur ask!!!!! but yes of course i can do some boy titty sucking for those sweet sweet ayakois
(i had too much fun with ginnojo’s bit. does anyone else wanna make him cry????)
you suck the tiddies of the ayabois — dawn edition (NSFW 18+);
Koga;
“You want to do what to me?” Koga asks, looking curious yet all too amused. “Do you think it’d even feel good?”
you grin back at him, coiling a dark strand of his hair around your fingers. “Of course, I’m an expert at this.”
he doesn’t need anymore convincing than that. you’re normally right about these sorts of things — besides, nothing ventured nothing gained, right? he rests casually on the bed and motions for you to continue. “Alright, I trust you. Do as you like with me.”
you give him a kiss, then start peppering them on his cheeks, jaw, and neck. your fingers dance over his bare skin, tracing the tattoo on his chest momentarily before undoing his clothes and exposing more of him.
you give a little lick to the nipple closest to you and he jerks in surprise, an anticipatory smile spreading on his face. you prod at his other nipple with your fingers, taking it between them and rolling it gently.
you cover the right one entirely with your mouth and his eyes flutter shut. your actions are languid, relaxed, but skilled, and a quiet moan slips from his lips. he’s surprised at how quickly you’ve managed to turn him on, but he really shouldn’t be. you know his body more than even he does, after all.
you increase the pressure on his left and he leans his back against the headboard. “Haah… you weren’t kidding, [Name], you really are an expert.”
he feels you grinning against him and you gently bite the nipple in your mouth. he leans up into you and groans.
you feel his excitement growing against your thigh, which is snugly entangled between his legs. you pull away from him, still pinching at his left bud and smile. “You’re getting hard from this, aren’t you?”
“Just a bit,” he answers as he slides his fingers through his hair.
you rub his erection through his clothes while your tongue plays with his nipple again. “Hmm. Well I guess I need to take care of it, don’t I?”
Kuya;
Kuya is resting beneath you on your shared bed as you caress his chest with your hands and tongue. he moans quietly, shifting under you every so often and luxuriates in the feeling
he’s almost completely hard and has been for some time. you love to play with his nipples and he loves to let you, sometimes you don’t even go further than this, you just suck his titties like they’re giving you sustenance until you’re satisfied
you feel his hips move as he tries to get some friction going, but he’s not trying very hard. he’s honestly content just with this, but sometimes his urges just get the better of him
you suck and bite at his nipple until it goes red and puffy, and he breathes out your name in a pleased sigh
his eyes softly close as he submits to you, and his breathing steadies. whenever you lick or pinch at his tits just right you’ll hear him whimper or moan
kuya’s tanned skin is marred a deep red, his broad chest littered with hickeys. it excites you to see. it reminds you that he’s yours.
you continue your fondling happily, until a few minutes in you realise his breathing has slowed and his voice has grown quiet.
you lift your head up and narrow your gaze at him. he’s not seriously…
you put your hands on his shoulders and shake him. “Oi, Kuya! You’re asleep!”
he stirs at this and cracks his eyes open. “Huh…? Oh… hi [Name].”
“Was it really that boring?” you chide playfully. “If you wanted me to get nastier, you could’ve told me.”
“No, it’s not that. It just felt really good so I drifted off…”
“That’s not normally how foreplay goes.” you purse your lips, then continue. “But I guess it is you we’re talking about.”
there’s a moment of silence between you, and at first you think he’s gone back to sleep, but then he says, “Could you do it again?”
“So you can go back to sleep?”
he nods simply. he just looks so cute and sweet lying there that you can’t find it in you to deny him. you resume your actions, and it isn’t long until sleep captures him again.
Ginnojo;
“A-ah… Are you sure you want to do this? I mean…” Ginnojo stutters, “It doesn’t seem l-like something a man and woman should do…”
his shirt is already pushed up to his collarbones and your hands are massaging the toned flesh of his pecs. his face is lit up with a bright pink blush and his eyes are looking anywhere but you.
“You should sit back and enjoy it, old man. All the kids these days are doing it,” you tease. you often go back and forth between calling him a senior citizen or saying that he’s ‘not that old’. it all depends on which specific way you feel like toying with him that day — despite being almost 60 he has remarkably little experience. it’s cute.
“I-I’m not sure if that’s the truth…” he almost whines, covering his face with the back of his hand.
you squeeze his chest and he suppresses a yelp, you smirk. “Do you want me to stop, then? I don’t wanna bully my elders…” a blatant lie. you loved to bully him and he knew it.
his words fail him as he tries to say something — anything — but he knew whatever he’d say you’d use as ammo against him.
your mouth finally makes contact with his skin and he squeezes his eyes shut. the feel of your hot breath, your wet tongue leaving a trail of saliva on and around his nipple, your teeth lightly grazing his skin— it was driving him wild already.
it was no shock (but still no less embarrassing) when his half-mast quickly stood at full attention. a heat spreads from his chest down to his stomach, pulsating through his limbs. he had no idea he was even so sensitive like this. many men aren’t, after all, but he almost felt like he could cum just from this and he knew it would only be used against him.
a gargled moan escapes him and he tries desperately to maintain his dignity despite your ruthless teasing. he just knew if he looked at you you’d be staring up at him with that face.
that cocky, nearing totally arrogant face that said “i can do anything i want to you and you’ll love it”. it gets him so hot and bothered and he knows that you know but he’s in too deep to resist you anymore
despite his mind screaming not to look, he risks a peak and sees the all-too-familiar expression he knew you’d have. you catch his nipple between your teeth and tug, earning a shaky gasp that melts into a whine.
he already wants to cum. he’s completely losing his composure — if he had any to begin with — and you pick up on it.
“You’re leaking already…” you coo at him. “Do you want me to fuck you, Ginnojo?”
he’s nodding before he can stop himself, and you stand up to your full height to gaze at him. “I’ll enjoy making you a mess for me, my sweet Ayakashi.”
Aoi;
the sound of Aoi’s sweet moans fills the halls of Raccord as you pin him firmly to the wall and assault his lithe body. your hands busy themselves, one cupping his ass and the other toying with his tits.
you suck eagerly at him and he throws his head back. his hands are resting at your shoulders, like he’s unsure if he wants to push you away or let you continue to ravage him.
“P-please… Oji will be back any minute— aahn!”
you hum against his chest and his fingers dig into you. you lift your mouth enough to say, “Don’t want him seeing how lewd you are?”
he bites his lower lip as he presses himself further into you. “I-I’m not lewd!” he protests. “You’re the lewd one! Doing this to me in public… what if someone comes in?”
your thigh rubs against his erection as you give him a quick smack to the ass. he jolts and lets out a surprised squeak. “Then they get a free show, don’t they?”
he hopelessly grinds himself against you as you continue to grope, suck, and lick at him. despite himself he’s so horny he can’t stand it. he wants you to just throw him down and fuck him already. he wants to cry your name as you ride him so hard his hips are bruised, he wants to be covered in cum (yours and his) sweat, tears, and drool as you drain everything out of him. the thought alone drives him insane.
he can never vocalise these things with you — or anyone. they’re far too embarrassing. you have him pegged (haha) when you call him lewd, he’s probably the horniest person you know.
“Please…” he begs, coming out like a sob. “I can’t go back to work like this… please let me cum.. I need it…”
“How badly?” you ask casually, unconvinced that you should give him any release.
“R-really badly..! My mind’s going blank, I’m so hot everywhere… please, [Name], I need you.” the pleading look on his face is incredibly arousing, you love to see the hornier parts of his personality slip through his tsundere facade.
you think back to the handbag you brought with you. you packed some toys specifically because you intended to come here to tease him.
you lean up to his ear, “How about I take you in the back and fuck you with my fat cock so hard you forget about your shift?”
his eyes widened and, despite the responsible part of his brain saying ‘no’, he easily agreed.
Yura;
Yura was too kind for his own good. he knew, deep inside, that when you asked to meditate with him you had an ulterior motive, but he didn’t want to refuse you. he loves your presence and he didn’t want to miss a chance to spend time with you, however devilish your intentions might be.
but now he was laid neath a tree, his fingers lazily twirling through blades of grass as you straddled him and kissed all over his bare chest.
“Mmm… your kisses are so sweet, [Name], you could kiss me a thousand times and I’d not be satisfied.” he sighs happily, a contented smile on his face and a blush tingeing his cheeks.
the way he talked was simultaneously cute and embarrassing. even when he was asking you to fuck him senseless he’d manage to make it sound poetic, some shit like “please embrace me” or “i yearn for you” or whatever.
it was endearing… and a tad cringe-inducing. serves you right for fucking a 1000 year old ayakashi, you suppose.
as your tongue encircles the pale pink bud, he moans a little. you suck at him, moving from one nipple to the next to ensure they both get equal amounts of attention.
“Feels nice…” Yura says as he exhales. “You’re making me crave more of you…”
“Don’t I always?” you ask, and he responds with lilted laugh. his voice is pleasant and beautiful even as he’s getting shamelessly aroused in broad daylight.
“You do,” he answers simply. earnestly. he raises a hand from the ground to stroke your hair, which only fills you with the urge to make him less composed.
you gyrate your hips against his and he gasps out, his nails lightly digging into your scalp. your attention is once again focused on his chest, your eager hands squeezing, pinching, and exploring every inch of him.
his head rolls back and he moans, pushing his lower half up to meet you better. “Please…” he whispers, his way of asking you for more. you happily comply, and soon your ears are filled with yura’s intoxicating soft cries.
you stop sucking at his chest to take his lips instead. he kisses you back hungrily, only to part when he feels your fingers wrap around his cock. he’s stunned, his eyes widened as he twitches in your hand, though instead of being displeased he smiles softly and tells you, “It seems I shall be doing more than reaching enlightenment today.”
you bark out a laugh and his smile widens. “More than once too, pretty boy.”
