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I'm weak on my knees for Manjirou Sano he can punch his kitty i could care lessssssss

@d1g1talg0d I beg read this please

@milkkai I'M STILL CREAMING I CANNOT

i wanna. cuddle Kazutora so bad 🥲 what do think it would be like ??

anon just so you know that cuddling = sex in my blog /j

tagging @4kh, the biggest kazu simp out there !!

cw: cockwarming, spooning sex, praise, slight exhibitionism (literally chifuyu is in the same room), creampie, cum eating. NOT PROOFREAD.

tonight was just a simple night that should've been spent by harmlessly watching movies. but the moment your boyfriend wrapped his arms around your waist, raging boner nudging your ass as you prepared popcorns to snack on, you knew that the night wouldn't be just you, him, and chifuyu bingeing on rom-coms and classics in front of the blue television light.

it was him who proposed the idea. you couldn't really determine whether it was a good one or a bad one as his face was screaming mischief while he talked but it's kazutora, and trouble is his middle name. still, you nodded your head yes—regardless of the fact that it was torment waiting to unfold.

the plan simply went like this: hide underneath a thick blanket as he spoons you, stick his cock inside you, and keep it that way until the night ends.

the moment chifuyu entered through the living room after receiving a text message that said ‘just come in’, he was met by the sight of you and kazutora cuddling, comfortably spooning under the covers.

there were two bowls of fresh popcorn, one half-eaten in your arms and one untouched on the coffee table. on the screen displayed a tv show that he doesn't know the name of—probably because it already looked shitty from a glance and would never watch at all—and a pile of DVDs that took up half of the table's surface.

“ah, so cold outside.. oh?”

chifuyu's voice gets your attention, getting you to turn your heads at the door.

“you guys haven't picked a movie yet?” he asks, taking his jacket off and placing it on a lone couch's armrest. rubbing his arms to retain heat, he settles himself on the seat adjacent to yours. chifuyu leans forward to skim through the disks for something interesting to watch.

“well, i picked the movie last time so we figured that it's your turn now.” you answer, eyes still trained at the screen.

“y'two know i'll always pick romance, right?”

“yeah, pick the cheesiest movie if you want, 's all cool.” your boyfriend snickers, only to be cut off by a playful slap.

“don't give him ideas!”

after moments of chifuyu's pondering over what film to choose (or deciding if he should really pick the cheesiest, most tooth-rotting mushy one just to prove a point), the boring show that was initially playing on the tv was replaced by the movie's opening soundtrack.

you felt so full. not by the amount of popcorn kazutora was feeding you but with his cock that has been stirring your insides for what felt like hours. every shift of his body hits a spot inside your cunt that got it drooling slick, whenever he laughs his hips uncontrollably ruts against you, and the hand continuously groping everything he could reach without chifuyu knowing was not helping at all.

the dialogues in the movie quickly blurred into gibberish. all coherent thought in your head escaped you and was replaced by a mantra of how much you need to cum.

on the other hand, kazutora felt so frustrated. who wouldn't be? when his cock was engulfed by your warm pussy for so, so long yet he couldn't move to chase a high that he's been craving to reach? your walls soothed his aching dick from its rock-hard state yet he could release the cum his balls were literally begging to be let out, he could only settle for subtle grinds which couldn't do the job on its own.

“mhm, you're so warm..”

he says as his arms tightened around you. it may seem innocent to any bystander—in this case, chifuyu who was watching the film without any idea—but kazutora's words were nowhere near chaste. warm is your pussy clenching around him, dripping wet and coating him with juices that he could get drunk in.

you almost let out a moan when he starts pressing his hips even harder, tip of his cock kissing your cervix as he curls up behind you. you could feel his breathing getting heavier, breathy sighs tickling the back of your neck, and you almost lost every ounce of your self-control when you felt his fingers swiping through your already damp folds; brushing against your pulsing clit. you jolt up in response. this freak—

“hey, you two okay?”

shit, you thought. you look up to see chifuyu's worried face that almost made you feel bad, for he doesn't have any hunch of what's happening underneath the covers—but you'd love to keep it that way. you're not sure on how you would face him once he gets suspicious of the two of you. mustering up a front, you try to cover it up with faux annoyance.

“stop fucking tickling me!” you scold as he pulls his fingers away. kazutora laughs in response, holding up his hands in surrender but if you look even closer, you'll catch a glisten between them—your pussy's juices in display. he brings it up to his lips, tasting you with a lick.

“fine, fine.. i won't tickle you anymore. just come here, let me hug you again.”

you roll your eyes. glancing at your friend's direction, you see the mop of his black hair facing the two of you as his eyes finally faced the screen. you breathe out a subtle sigh of relief, knowing that chifuyu's attention was situated on the show again. you let yourself fall back on kazutora's chest, and regretted it the moment you feel his hands exploring your body again.

he's bolder than before, groping everything he could reach and you were sure that the rustle of his movements were audible. hastily pinching your hardened nipples with his other hand sliding down your waist lower and lower until the tips of his fingers were touching your clit, he starts pressing your body down his hips that pushed his buried cock even deeper.

“you're so soft, y'know that? i could hug you all day..” kazutora whispers down your ears. he was speaking in pure innuendo, but with his dick inside you sheathed to the hilt, along with his fingers fondling your nipples, would you even think otherwise?

you hear chifuyu's laugh and you were brought back to your consciousness, back to the couch you and your boyfriend were situated in. was it because he caught you two fucking? you have no idea, all you knew was how near you were to an orgasm, all because of kazutora's cock grinding inside the walls of your cunt.

“keep hugging me tight, baby.. 'm so close.. to you.. i like it..” he murmurs, making it seem like a loving gesture. “i like being so close..”

you hold on to a single thread of decency left in you. his friend is in the same room with you, but kazutora was making it so hard to control yourself.

his fingers that were initially resting between your pussy lips and pressing against your clit got to work, stimulating the bundle of nerves that gets you spasming under his touch. it was too much for you to handle, legs shaking in response as you bit your lip to prevent moans from spilling out.

kazutora's dick has never felt so, so good. so, so warm inside your cunt that clenched around him with his every move, tip of his cock reaching your cervix that he couldn't help but grind on to. he doesn't care about anyone catching you anymore, call it desperation but his balls were begging to cum at this moment.

was chifuyu even aware of what's really happening at this point? was the heat of upcoming orgasms from the two of you getting obvious? was he breathing too heavy now that he's about to blow a load inside your cunt, or was your pussy too damn wet now that his friend could hear it? it was too much to think about, and kazutora tells himself that he'll just think about it once clarity comes.

for now, his mind is settled on your climax, along with his. the pads of his fingers vigorously massaged your clit as his other hand pinched your nipple just the way you liked, and with everything he had left, he pushed you down to reach the deepest he could go—bursting cum inside your womb.

it dripped down and possible leaked out of your hole but he couldn't care, not when your pussy was fluttering around him as you went through your own orgasm. everything around him was so warm: your cunt, his own cum, the sweat forming on his forehead, and the blanket on top of you.

everything was so warm that he didn't catch the credits rolling on the screen, and the lingering eyes watching the scene unfold.

🌻The world is smiling because of you

yessss girl you need deserve fresh air who gives a fuck bout friends take in your inner peace by yourself you need be a bimbo princess

xoxo

I really need head though like i need someone to nibblee down bruh and just-🥺

I LOVE YOU THOUGH THANK YOU SO MUCH 😣💖

I'm just tryna get my tits and pelvic bone sucked cmon.

man i’m just tryna get my ass ate💔

Daddy!Wakasa x babyg reader

Wakasa is the type to intensely gaze upon your shaky, juicy, semen coated thighs, grope and aggressively tug on his sensitive tip to desperately cum all over your stomach. Just the mere thought and view of your battered,raspberry coloured, swollen plump cunt effortlessly releasing hot juices already left him hard enough to prolong his appetite just cause. Hair all tousled and wild, sticking to his thinly layered sweaty forehead, his breath hiccups and draws him back when you sweetly moan out his name to go faster. “Fuck baby, look what you’re doing to me” Wakasa grins exhaustively. Sweat dripping from his chin down his lean toned abdomen, each droplet following the curvature of his smooth yet brick toned 6 pack. His huffing and puffing getting louder, body limper,tip sensitive, stimulate from lust heightened right his final moans forced all his heavy cream on your pretty pelvic area.

Your head is abruptly picked up by his clear manicured long fingers, to then be met by hoarse voice. “Who’s my princess?”

“I am”

“Who makes you cum so hard through tears yet makes you crawl back for more”

“You do”

“Who’s pretty swollen pussy is this”

“Wakasa Imaushi”

Loosens grip to only strengthen it on your hair, forcing eye contact. The sight of his rosy slight chapped lips could have you creaming all over. Within each question, his voice deepens and closes up on your face until the tips of your noise touch. One boyish smirk subconsciously knocking you senseless, his tongue reaches out to lick on your bottom lip, suck it off and release with a light pop.

“Who’s your daddy?”

Being caught off guard by his whole ministration you attempt in regaining your composure yet failing“y-y-you are Wakasa. You’re my daddy”

“That’s my baby, stay put” leaving an innocent kiss to your cheek, Wakasa exits to tend to your needs, not catching your bewildered state.

I-

NSFW VID!!!

this gave me major Yuji vibes idk

when yuuji doesn’t wanna put it in ‘cause there’s no condoms n you missed a bc pill 🥺

Y'all. This is the shit. I don't care I'm flicking ms bean tonight.

WASTED TIMES — PIERCER!MITSUYA T.

INFO. my piece for the lovely @haikyutiehoe’s pain tolerance collab <3 thank you again for having me, this was a blast to write although the end feels a lil rushed :(

FORMAT. fic

BYR. minors dni!! look the other way!! please and thank you!!

SYNOPSIS. your piercer is hot as fuck and you just so happen to be his closing customer

WARNINGS. 18+ content, implied needle usage, nipple play, sloppy kisses, tons of spit play, squirting, mindbreak, pussy/cum eating, slight dacryphilia. I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY ERRORS.

“The shop downtown you mean?” Your friend’s voice was eager, high, loud enough to make you pry your phone a few inches from your ear to save yourself the potential hearing loss. Your shoes hit the pavement of the sidewalk as you made your way, eyes scanning for the same place you saw on the reviews online. “Oh good luck there, I hear their main piercer is super hot.”

The air was freezing, hitting your skin and making your hands tingle with how cold they became. “Oh yeah?” A hint of nervousness could be heard, hidden in your cocky tone. Whether or not you considered yourself bold and confident, this scenario proved that you were only human, faltering at new experiences.

The anticipation in your gut was heavy, but something felt off. You weren’t sure if it was your outfit choice or the price of your appointment or even the decision of what you were going to grab to eat after this. Something felt weird and uncertain and it left a bitter taste on your tongue.

“I’m almost there, so I’m gonna hang up,” you barely gave her a second to protest, ending the call and shoving your phone in your bag. The bright light up signs about pinch n poke’s illuminated the sidewalk and the cars parked on the side of the street. You’ve finally made it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to take another step. The nerves were catching up to you and you took a few deep breaths, plastering a smile and alarming the workers and customers with the bell at the door as you stepped in.

It was obvious that this place was on the smaller side, the waiting room only consisting of two leather chairs and a smaller coffee table in the middle, magazines about fishing and fashion and whatnot spread on the glass top. There was a unique resting area behind the furniture, a small place under the big window where anyone could rest and stare at the cars passing by.

The receptionist was pretty, as well as on the older side, her forehead wrinkling up as she raised her eyebrows at you and offering a warm smile. “You’ve arrived! Did you find this place okay?” She buttered you up, waving for you to come up to the marble desk, shuffling around for a pen.

“I did, but I also looked at a few pics on the internet prior to this,” you admitted with sincere eyes and a shrug, examine the paperwork that she slid your way. You took your time signing in the respective areas, flipping paper after paper.

Music came from the speakers on the ceiling, light rock easing the awkward silence as she waited patiently for you to finish up initialing the documents. It was a little too quiet and you wondered if there was even a piercer here at all, seeing as the waiting room was empty ever since you stepped in.

“Ah,” you tended to your cramping hand, massaging around your fingers as you finally finished, earning a hearty laugh from the woman behind the counter. “That was pretty intense for some paperwork.”

She nodded in response, smile never leaving her face as she reviewed and made sure you answered everything properly. With the given time, your curious eyes scanned the shop once again, noticing little by little that a lot of work had been put into this building. The floors looked recently updated, shiny and polished so well that you could see your reflection if you looked close enough. Many framed certificates were lined up nicely on the walls, as well as pictures of what you assumed were some of the workers proudest pieces.

One was a guy, handsome if you may add, with longer blonde hair and a tattooed dragon on the side of his head. He was flexing his bicep, showing a fresh symbol covering his swollen and red skin. It wasn’t labeled, just hung in a nice place on display for everyone to see if they allowed their gaze to wander.

“Wanna sign up for a tattoo appointment as well?” A smooth voice made your breath hitch in your throat, head instinctively snapping towards the direction and only to be found with one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen.

His hair was a nice length, dark and framing his face nicely. His eyebrows had a matching slit on either side, also dark and contrasting with his pale face. The bags under his deep eyes were dark, he looked in need of a rest. An earring sat on his earlobe, black and round with a cross circling the shape. He had a lazy smile on his face, lips plump and glossy with a recent chapstick application. He wore protective gloves, slender fingers covered in the shiny plastic, the tightness accentuating the very few veins he had.

Suddenly, your mouth became dry. It was weird how that was the only thing you could think about in a moment like this one. Your tongue was dry, it felt as though you hadn’t had a drink in a century. Your saliva had disappeared and you craved water or juice or even some milk. Something.

“I apologize,” you caressed the back of your neck, just now realizing that you were quite literally staring this poor guy down like a predator ready to leap at their prey. You felt your cheeks heat up as you caught him taking a few steps forward from the corner of your eye. His hand placed itself on your shoulder, and once you looked up, you were met with the sexiest smile.

“Let’s get ya to the room, ‘kay?”

Right. A piercing. You were here to get pierced, by this guy, who you heavily assumed was your piercer. That’s what was supposed to happen, that’s what’s expected to happen. So why were you getting excited? Why did you hold your breath as you were embraced by his arm? Why were your panties suddenly becoming uncomfortable and finally, why was your mouth so damn dry?

The hallway felt so unbearably long, you were sure he could feel your uneven breathing in his hold but he wouldn’t let up. Your hands stayed clasped together behind your back as you allowed him to guide you into the final room at the end of the hallway, holding the door open for you before shutting it behind him gently.

Compared to the other areas of the building, this room was especially cold, an AC installed and running in the window at a low setting. You could only keep your head low as you sat your ass on the piercing chair. The lights were abnormally bright and they had you squinting, you wondered if this was their regular brightness or if he just needed to turn them down.

“My bad,” he cursed to himself, quickly turning the brightness down and maneuvering the lamp out of your face. You giggled at how fast he reacted, the laughs leaving one by one slowly relaxing your muscles. The atmosphere he provided was comfortable and you stared with doe eyes as you watched him mess with his tools.

Your piercer must have felt your eyes on him, and he offered a smirk over his shoulder. “Nipples, huh?” A hint of teasing nature dripped off of his words, the sound of metal clashing together giving you goosebumps. “That’ll be interesting.”

Shit. He was really handsome, admittedly, and the fact that his first encounter with you will also include you being topless?

The look on your face made it obvious to him that you were nervous, perhaps even rethinking your choices. That can’t do, no no, it’s his job to make you feel comfortable and relaxed. To do a good job, but even then he could admit to himself that he was a little too excited about this opportunity.

“What’s with that look? You nervous?” He teased on and on, preparing for your piercing, a rush of sudden cold air making him shiver to himself. “No need. I’m Mitsuya, I’ll be your piercer today. ‘m gonna take care of you.”

Butterflies fluttered around your stomach at his words and the very obvious flirtatious tone. You bit your lip, chest rising and falling a bit harsher than it was just moments ago. The cool leather you were seated on helped soothed your heated skin.

The silence reminded you that you hadn’t responded, so you started by telling him your name with a shy glint in your eyes as you peered up at him through your lashes. His hand was bigger than yours, warm to the touch, enveloping yours in a welcoming handshake. It was easy to tell that this guy was a total pro, he made making you feel comfortable seem so easy. This was a skill that could only be learned throughout years and years of experience.

It was finally time. You had been anxious about this piercing, simply because it was not only revealing and personal between you and your piercer but also because it could potentially hurt like a bitch, no matter what your pain tolerance may be. Nipple piercings always appeared sexy, appealing. Despite the months and months of planning, nothing could ease your nerves.

“Have you done this before?” You asked as your breathing increased, Mitsuya’s attention now solely on you.

“I have, yeah. No one quite as pretty as you, though.” You jumped as Mitsuya’s fingers graced your skin. His touch made you oddly sensitive and your panties felt sticky already, how embarrassing. “My apologizes, but we gotta get these hard. Is it okay if I touch you?”

You almost whimpered in response, but the shock held you back. Could they really do this? Is he actually about to play with your nipples right now?

A hesitant nod gave him the green light he needed before his palms brushed them upwards. Your back arched lightly off the chair and you mewled at the sensation. It’s been too long since you’ve been touched, and you knew this was just his job, but your self control was wearing oh so thin.

Suddenly, you were reminded yet again that your mouth was so dry. It was an inconvenient time but it was starting to get irritating. “‘m sorry, do you have anything I can sip on?”

Mitsuya’s eyes dragged from your lips up to your eyes, deep and dark while also holding so much lust and emotion. While you were left breathless, melting at every touch and flick he offered you, he was having an internal war in his head. Questions were flying back and forth on whether he should really make sexual advances, this could damage his entire career.

You were just so fucking beautiful, though. It would be a shame to pass up this kind of opportunity, especially since you were already becoming needy for him.

“Sorry, love,” he murmured, enclosing your body with his arms on both sides of your head, the proximity allowing you to notice his cologne. It was an unforgettable scent, an undertone of citrus with a heavy amount of expensive fragrance. The fumes got you drunk and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold out without being fucked. “I don’t have anything on hand for you to drink, we can compromise though, hm?”

You didn’t even feel yourself nod, but you must have, because before too long his lips were covering yours. They were heavy and soft and it felt as though they were magnetic against yours, sliding so nicely, the sounds of gentle slurps and spit being shared making your thighs squeeze together.

He cured your thirst with his saliva, tongues massaging before he sucked on yours gently, his fingers never leaving your jaw. It was good that he had a nice grip on you, otherwise you were sure that you’d slump backwards onto the protective paper around you.

You drank up his spit like water and he let you have as much as you wanted, succeeding in continuing the rhythm the two of you created with your lips. He felt your eyebrows furrow as he kneaded your breasts and his stomach could only twist and turn at the feeling of your nipples hardening so fast with his actions.

“You’re totally lovin’ this,” he murmured, breaking the strand of saliva connecting your tongues, one thumb caressing your temple while the other rolled your bud. He found an almost sadistic pleasure watching your body jolt the way it did, he was out of his damn mind.

Through all of this rubbing and touching and moaning, you hadn’t said a word, only using a hand to cover up your mouth and leaning forward to feel more friction. You were shy and timid.

Mitsuya didn’t like his bitches shy and timid.

“I’m not sure where you’re comin’ from, but I was always taught to use manners,” he emphasized his words with tugs and pulls of your nipple, making your back arch off of the bed, hearts glowing in your pupils in response to his generosity. “What d’ya think? Don’t you have something to say to me?”

“T-thank you. Thank you s’much!”

“You’re welcome, princess.”

There was so much motion within such a small and compact room that the air became thick, nearly hard to take a deep breath in. The piercing was long forgotten, but this was much more desirable. With all of the inconveniences lately, it had been a long time since you’ve been in a situation like this, held and kissed. You only decided to blame the part of you that was touchstarved for whatever happened next.

Mitsuya acted as a fountain filled with the purest water in the middle of some hot ass desert. After miles upon miles of walking without a drink, anyone would be stupid enough to not take at least a sip.

This was bigger than a sip. His hands were traveling lower, your moans were getting higher, the tempo was speeding up and there was no denying the electricity running through your veins. You were being greedy and chugging every last drop.

“Fuck me,” your lips trembled, eyes scanning his blushing face and his bruised lips. A thin coating of sweat made his hair stick fast and somehow a button on his shirt came undone. His sex appeal was through the roof and this only made your panties wetter. “Please fuck me.”

The bed was starting to get uncomfortable to sit on, ass planted flat against the tough material, you were dying to relieve the feeling. Any partner would feel pressure of making the other feel good, but Mitsuya radiated a confidence that created suspense and longing for more. He knew what he was doing, he was skilled and precise and there was no room for improvement because he was simply the best at working a woman’s body.

Within a matter of minutes, your panties were pooling around your ankles, your shirt was pushed up past your chest in a haste. You were exposed and put on display, legs hanging off of either side of the bed. His shirt was completely unbuttoned and became wrinkled, but that was a given. There was something about the way his eyes bore into you that made you squirm and shy away.

In reality, he was contemplating whether or not to take his time, feel your cunt slowly invite him in and milk him dry. Place passionate kisses along the crook of your neck and whisper the words of a saint. Another part of him wanted to fuck you senseless, leave your tits shaking with the force of his thrusts and have you clawing at his back for some form of stability.

So many possibilities, so many different ways to fuck you. He wanted to try them all, he wanted all the time in the world to study your body, learn all of the little things that could make you cum. Most importantly, he needed to hear you whimper out his name and he needed that now.

“You’re precious, aren’t ya?” Mitsuya planted an open mouthed kiss on your neck, closing the space between you two and hooking both of your legs around his waist. It was unexpected just how big of an effect he had on you, the smallest touch sending your hands in a frenzy to find a spot for leverage. You settled with his hair, threading your fingers through the soft black locks. You remembered the singular earring hanging off of his earlobe, wasting no time to lean up and lick and suck around the lobe, dragging your tongue along the shell of his ear and smooching behind it. “Precious girl. It’s too bad I’m gonna slut you out.”

A palm was planted on your stomach, pushing you gently back down, leaving you entirely exposed to his eyes and his eyes only. He could go on and on about how beautiful you looked, splayed out like this, but his cock was straining too much in his jeans. The sounds of the pants unbuttoning made you clench around nothing, pussy slick sliding down your inner thigh.

The pad of his thumb gathered some, sliding it across your clit. Your eyes rolled back at the small bit of attention, but you were sent to heaven at the feeling of his tip flush against your folds, teasingly tracing the outline of your greedy pussy.

His fingers stopped before they were used to spread you, eyes trained on the dripping hole. “Look at ya, fuckin’ soaked,” you couldn’t look him in the eyes, the humiliation causing your heart to drop down to your ass.

“S-stop staring like that!” He was surprised at your bravery, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth to chew at. You were just too damn cute. “Please, need you inside already, please.”

Your hand moved on its own, shakily wrapping it around his length, flinching at how warm it was and struggling to wrap the whole way around. You pumped it gently, eyes nearly crossing at the mere thought of it filling you up. A curse cut the sharp air and your hands were pinned above your head, you didn’t have to say anything, begging with your eyes was enough to make Mitsuya crack.

“Be careful what you wish for,” the sloppy noise of his dick fucking into you echoed within the room, both of you gasping into each other’s mouthes at the irreplaceable feeling. Nothing could get better than this, you were so glad you made this appointment. “‘m gonna wreck this pussy.”

Before you could even think about biting back, Mitsuya had your legs in the air, rocking into you with a pace that no one has, your tongue spilling out of your mouth as it hung open. You were like light work to him, he had you bending in different directions, angling his dick just right with ease.

“Fuck!” Your body shook violently as you grabbed at his collar, hands sliding down until they rested on his stomach, which was littered with scars. This guy had definitely lived an interesting life, you decided as you took his cock. There were various marks that probably carried all sorts of memories and he was fucking you so good that you felt as though you were falling in love. It wouldn’t hurt to get to know him after this, but that wasn’t important right now.

Dark orbs followed your tits with every move, his teeth marks surrounding your perky nipples. Your pretty skin glistened with sweat under the ring-light above you guys, accentuating your curves and rolls and any stray marks you may have.

Mitsuya took the time, chasing your pleasure more than his own, gripping your hips and bouncing you against his dick until you shuddered beneath him. “Gonna cum?” His condescending voice was in your ear, bouncing around the walls of your fucked out mind, left unanswered because you truly couldn’t process what he asked. “You are, I feel it, gonna cum all over this cock. Go ‘head, baby. I’ve got ya.”

A thick ring of cream coated his length as he pulled out, your breathing troubled, eyelids wrinkled with how tight they were closed. You were surprised to feel his warmth leave, but you nearly screamed once his tongue lapped at your swollen clit within seconds.

“‘m dirty, Mitsuya!” You swatted at his shoulder, realizing you’ve lost once he swung your leg over his shoulder, tongue-fucking your twitching hole and drinking up the cum your cunt offered. There was no way he was a stranger at eating pussy, he flicked his tongue just right and slurped you up like he’s done it a thousand previous times. This guy was so talented, it left you with tears in your eyes. It was hard to tell what other tricks he had up his sleeve.

It was hot, if anything, that he was so focused on your pleasure and making sure you got to cum. He provided multiple services, whether it be a piercer or a sex partner, and he excelled in all of it.

Once he came back up, you couldn’t rip your eyes away from the sight. His hair was so messy and crumbled from your relentless pulling and tugging. His lips were glossy, parted just a bit, eyebrows raised up as if he were pleased with the taste. The tip of his nose was creamy with your essence, pupils blown wide. He knew he was pretty. He knew his gaze was intoxicating and he used to to his advantage.

“Don’t cry,” your tears were wiped with his knuckle, the trails left on your cheeks kissed away as he slipped his cock back in, your lewd sounds being drowned with his mouth over yours. “No need to, I promise ‘m gonna make you feel so good. You trust me?”

There wasn’t even a window of time to answer him, his cock was drilling into you again, your ankles locking together as they crossed behind his back. The skin of your ass slapped against the skin of his pelvis, both areas sore with the harsh impact. Neither of you let up, the moment the two of you were sharing was way too deep for either of you to care.

Mitsuya’s tongue was flat as it covered your nipple, body bent to meet your breasts, the licking and sucking making your pussy pulse with neediness. Stimulation sent your senses plummeting to the ground, your entire body overwhelmed with all of these feelings.

Your pretty nipples were being rolled around and tugged and played with, wet with his spit, his tongue swirling while the other bud was being flicked and rubbed with his fingers. His cock fucked into you feverishly, your pussy slick spreading across both of your thighs, sticky and wet and hot. Your clit throbbed, begging to be played with, little cunt desperate for cum to fill it.

No one has fucked you like this.

You wanted to cum more than anything, but this high felt different, it felt heavier and you wanted to beg him to slow down. Your fist felt like pokes against his chest, balled up and slamming into it weakly to get him to back up. Before you could choke any words out, your pussy was squirting all over his thighs and dick.

“Atta girl,” the wet feeling was too much to handle, and he found himself pulling out and fisting his dick at the sight of your squirting pussy. You clenched around nothing, moaning like a bitch, voice like a broken record as you said his name over and over again. His cum came in strands, spilling all over your stomach, sliding down your sweaty skin. “Fuckkk.”

Your orgasms were nothing but bliss-filled, the after sex clarity hitting as you both calmed your breathing. Realization hit that you two just fucked upon meeting and suddenly, even after all of that bold sexual activity, you both got shy and couldn’t meet each other’s eyes like a bunch of dorks.

The room was a fucking disaster. Of course, you were both decent people, so you took the responsibility head on considering you were the cause of such a mess. Mitsuya was wiping you up with paper towels, offering you kind smiles as you fixed up your clothing. “So, you still want the piercing?”

Daddy izana and his pretty luscious hair running through your fingers as he eats your cute cunt with passion and ferocity 😍

He’s so hot I actually am creaming right now, he’d treat his partner so right ugh😩

His lean sweaty body is what keeps me going fuck

What did I just read and why am I feeling heat in areas where I’m not suppose to be feeling heat

I fetishize fictional men and their fictional dick and balls. I go to work, I go to school, but when I come home, I fetishize fictional men and their fictional dick and balls. I spend Christmas with my family and stare blankly out the window as my siblings unwrap their presents because I can’t wait to get home and fetishize fictional men and their fictional dick and balls. Sometimes I throw wild Great Gatsby esque parties where I hover over my guests from the second floor and while I enjoy the lifestyle, I’m burdened by a profound loneliness because all I’m really thinking about is fetishizing fictional men and their fictional dick and balls. I love fetishizing fictional men and their fictional dick and balls. I love it so much that every second I spend not fetishizing fictional men and their fictional dick and balls I’m having American Psycho esque daydreams where I brutally slaughter my corporate competitors because I yearn for an escape from backhanded platitudes and my own catharsis-less sociopathic tendencies that capitalist America has forced upon me. Also because I am desperate to go home and fetishize fictional men and their fictional dick and balls.