all on my tongue i want it! - baji x reader, draken x reader, mikey x reader
cw: MINORS DNI, nsfw, cum, lots of it, oral (male and female giving and receiving), cumplay, penetrative sex, 69, fem!dom (mikey portion)
a/n: i listened to kiss me more on repeat sorry
“Oh fuck,” Baji’s deep voice murmurs suddenly, his fingers twisting into your hair as his cock twitches, firmly seated in the warmth of your mouth.
Something salty with a tinge of sweetness glides down your throat, lotion thick, copious and hot. He sighs deeply, feeling the muscles of your throat close around his length, the steadiness of your breathing relaxing him completely. Your hold tightens around the thickness of his thighs as you swallow every drop and invigorated, he palms the back of your head, pressing your forehead gently against the muscles of his center. His cock deepens in your throat and you can feel his shudder through every sinew.
You’ve been on your knees for a while now as he stands tall, and the quick glance he takes at the mirror beside you shows your positions in dim light, the silhouette of your folded form exciting his heart to the point of erratic beating.
He’s still cumming, holding back tense moans in his own throat as he empties inside you, and you finally look up to bat pretty eyelashes at him, into brown eyes that soften and cheeks that flush with desire.
“Get up, baby… wanna do that again in your pussy, okay?” He says, removing his semi-soft cock from your mouth, and raising you to your feet only to bend you over the mattress and tease at your pussy with two fingers, preparing you for round two.
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Your head dips to press your lips around a blush darkened cockhead, giving it a soft teasing peck first, then looking at your partner with intention before letting your mouth stretch thick and wide to accept more of him.
From this vantage point, your body on all fours digging into the plushness of a mattress, Draken has a fine view of the length of your back, the dip of your spine and the round of your rear end at once. He moans your name as you move forward, brave, letting yourself gag around him. He knows he’s stretching you, and his hand reaches to feel the strain on your pretty neck. Back first, then front.
He coos words of encouragement - that’s my good girl, taking all my cock like this, letting me work every hole, yea? - and maybe wipes away a couple of tears as he moves slowly, fucking your face as tenderly as he can in this position, caressing the top of your head with each stroke.
And then he tips over with a moan, in which the fingers of his left hand twist into your hair and his other hand wraps around your throat, letting some of the thick semen hit the back of your throat and pulling out to spill the rest onto your beautiful face. He’s not an artist, but you right now, are a masterpiece.
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The rhythm of two lustful bodies rolling against each other breaks with the sigh and clench of your thighs around Mikey’s head as his tongue delves especially deep inside your sweet center and you feel yourself break, a strained cry leaving your lips.
You’re not the only one who breaks; Mikey’s been vocal about the teasing licks you’ve given to his tip of his penis the entire time you’ve been in 69, working his shaft up and down with a fisted hand, and thumbing the slit of his urethra only to have him squirm. He’s been diligent despite it all, making a mess of your cunt, and your climax hits you like a truck.
You sigh and into your open mouth goes an abundance of salty, watery cum that splashes your face and drips downwards off your skin. You take pity on his overstimulated self, letting your lips wrap down to the base of his cock, only to get a second load that is so abundant, you need a second to breathe.
You don’t swallow, instead you unseat yourself despite Mikey’s desperate hold on the side of your hips, and turn to mount him again, facing forward, resettling yourself on his somehow still hard cock.
You thumb at his lip and he opens wide, accepting the glob of spit and cum you let drop directly from your mouth to his. He swallows eagerly and you begin to ride.
a/n: this is my contribution for day 22 of @goldenshoyo’s christmas collab!
cw: christmas themed, marriage, children, parenthood, inlaws but fluff anyway
“Are you doing okay up there?” Your husband asks in an even tone tinged with a drop of concern. His hands tighten around the top of your thighs as a protective measure as you continue to extend your arm as far as it will go towards the peak of a tall green Christmas fir.
“If we hadn’t gotten such a tall tree, this would be far easier,” you whine.
“You said you wanted a large tree,” he replies calmly. You pout because he’s right, but your anxieties are soon quieted when the topper you’ve been trying to place for the past five minutes, balanced on Ushijima’s shoulders, finally settles at the top and you let out a sigh of relief.
Ushijima rubs your thighs again in support as his own apprehensions fade, then carefully guides you off of him. The two of you take a moment to step back and gaze at your good work.
The tree is both beautiful and smells heavenly, wafting with a pleasant and natural woody scent, and draped in red and gold satin and Christmas baubles. Warm white diamond-shaped LED lights glow softly throughout its leaves and it stands in a bed of cloud-like artificial snow. All that is missing are presents, some of which you’ve already prepared, hidden away in the attic.
“We’re showing off, aren’t we?” Ushijima asks after taking a quick look around, turning to you with a smile. You bump him at the hip then return his smile.
“A little,” you agree with a soft giggle.
The entire living room is immaculately decorated, not just the tree. A large wreath hangs above a marble fireplace and you’ve rearranged all the furniture, couches, coffee tables and all, in preparation for gathering. Even the rugs and curtains were replaced to fit a Christmas theme, crimson and white and green and gold abundant.
“They’ll love it,” he muses, reaching for your hand to kiss the back of your palm.
It’s the first time, he, or rather the two of you, will be hosting the Team Japan Christmas reunion, and your response to Ushijima’s concerns about being a good host may have been overboard, but given that more than a dozen couples will be traveling to your home with their young children, you didn’t want to disappoint. He, of course, was thankful for you spearheading the charge and couldn’t thank you enough.
“As much as you love me?” You tease, reaching your arms around his waist to snuggle against his chest.
“Mm, to be honest, not even close,” he says, mirroring the action and leaning in to press a kiss on your forehead. Your head tilts upwards for another kiss, perhaps one on the lips that might lead to something a little more giving, but you can hear the soft rap of knuckles on the doorway.
You freeze up a bit, but Ushijima continues to hold you tightly, and looks over, identifying his mother and one of your twin daughters slumbering in her arms.
She takes in the clearly romantic scene as well as the slightly embarrassed expression on your face and stifles a giggle.
“Carry on, I just wanted to let you know that I’m putting them to bed!” She exclaims, adjusting sleeping toddler #1 in her arms before heading to their bedroom.
“You’ve done a great job, by the way. The place looks gorgeous!” She calls down the hallway as she disappears and you glance at Ushijima with eyes wide. He stares back then raises an eyebrow.
“Are you still embarrassed? We have children. She knows we have sex.”
“Toshi!” You slap his chest playfully and he shakes his head.
“Silly,” he whispers as he carries you in his arms. “Anyway we’ve finished one task, I think we should have some recreation. The spirit of giving is upon me, it seems.”
