#Oral fixation>>>>>

[lilquokka04]

Hiii I was the one who requested I missed you and I enjoyed reading it so much thank you, you are the best 🫶🏻🩷🩷 Can you please write about sub!hyun where his mommy is mad at him and after a while he tries to suck on her nipples for comfort but she does not let him so he cries because he thinks his mommy does not love him anymore 🥺 eventually she lets him because how can she stay mad at him 💕 Thank you 💖

Haii again ^^

Glad you liked it and hopefully you like this one as well. I'm such a sucker for oral fixation skz 😫

-warnings- mean y/n, mommy kink, crying jinnie 🥲, nipple play so mdni

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💥Meanie💥

Hyunjin had been acting out all day. Talking back and not listening to you. Even when you tried to ask if something had upset him he merely crossed his arms and ignored you.

Fine, you decided. If he wanted to be a brat he could be a brat.

***

Hyunjin had come home frustrated from practice and really wanted to be with his mommy but she started asking him to do all these things and it annoyed him. He just wanted his mommy to take care of him after his horrible day but it looks like that wasn't going to happen. Or maybe it was.

You sat down on the sofa and turned on your favorite show, instantly exciting hyunjin. He was finally going to get the attention he wanted from you. You guys always cuddle when you watch tv, hands in his hair and fingers scraping across his scalp. He smiled just thinking about it.

Hyunjin waddled over to the sofa and cautiously sat down, making sure you weren't gonna yell at him before he partially laid on top of you.

You could tell your boyfriend was going to try to cuddle with you but you were still mad at him from earlier so you planned to ignore him.

Hyunjin frowned as you didn't show any recognition of his presence. After a few minutes of waiting he gave up and let out a huff.

Oh well, he figured. Even if you were going to ignore him he could still do his favorite thing in the world, play with your breasts. He let out a noise of excitement as he moved to be able to stick his head under your shirt. But before he could even pull up the hem of your shirt you stopped him and gave him a glare. He furrowed his brow and tilted his head, giving you his innocent little puppy eyes.

"Mommy?"

"What, you think you deserve a reward after the way you behaved today?" You bit out.

Your boyfriend flinched at your words and dropped his gaze, fiddling with his fingers.

"But-"

"No." You interrupted. "Only good boys get rewarded." You returned your attention to the tv as the poor boy sat there in confusion and anger.

Why is mommy being so mean, he thought. I had a really bad day and I just wanted to be comforted.

His anger quickly faded into sadness as he sat in thought. His eyes welled up with tears and he let out a sniff as he angrily wiped at his eyes, upset that he was crying and upset about being rejected.

You instantly felt bad when you heard him sniffling, knowing he was crying but trying not to cave in to properly punish him for his behavior. You only lasted another 30 seconds before Hyunjin started full on sobbing and hyperventilating, making you crack.

"Jinnie..." Wrapping him up in your embrace he continued to cry, refusing to hug you back.

"Meanie!" He sobbed, lightly trying to push out of your grasp.

Oh shit

You refused to let him push you away, knowing he would just run to the bedroom and lock himself in. Slowly rocking him in your arms you tried to calm him down.

"Baby, I'm sorry. You were misbehaving earlier and I was trying to punish you but I should've been nicer to you." He only cried harder. "I'm sorry Jinnie. I won't do it again. Please stop crying."

You let out a sigh of defeat having no luck in stopping his tears, when you remembered the whole thing that started this mess.

It was worth a try

Reclining on the couch you lifted your shirt and guided the sobbing boy to your chest, hoping he would finally cease his tantrum. It took a minute for him to realize what you were doing but he finally latched onto your breasts and began suckling. Quieting his sobs, he suckled on your breast, letting out hiccups every now and then. His eyes were still filled with tears ready to spill over at any minute but he had calmed down a lot, relaxing you.

Carding your hands through his hair, you watched as his suckling turned lazy and calm, his eyes more droopy than before. He made eye contact with you as he licked at your breast, fragile expression still plastered to his face as he could break down at any minute.

You figured this was the best way to apologize to him right now and lied there as he suckled his fill, sadness and anger slowly disappearing.

[dommellier]

When I say I want a human dildo I really mean I want you tied up naked, cock out and hard, for me to use however I want. I want to wrap a vibrating cock ring around the base of your cock. First I want it to vibrate against your cock, making you squirm. Then I want to sit my pussy down onto your face and ride it until I’ve got my come sliding down your cheeks and you’re dripping pre cum for me. Messy boys are good boys.

Then when you’re already at your edge I’m going to wrap my legs around you and press my body up against yours, giving you marks down your neck and torso with my tongue and teeth. You’re mine to use and consume. I own every part of your body.

If I back off you immediately starting whining with desperation. You want more. You didn’t want it to stop, you never want it to stop. I love how needy you are. So needy for a toy. You have to promise me that you won’t come unless I say you can. That you’re nothing more than my dildo, here to make me come over and over.

You promise and I sit my pussy down onto your aching, still vibrating cock. I’m not going to fuck you. I just want your cock inside me while I get my clit up against that vibrator around the base of you. I want you inside while my pussy contracts in waves of pleasure around your cock until I’ve come as many times as it takes to satisfy me.

Don’t forget you promised not to come. Be a good sex toy for me baby. Be my good boy.

[simonbrain]

giving simon the nastiest, sloppiest blowjob because he was being a right cunt all day and he's just so gone. not a single sound parting from his lips except heavy breaths and soft groans, the sounds slightly muffled because he's still wearing his damn balaclava. he doesn't know what to do with his hands; one moment they're twitching by his sides, and the next they find purchase in your hair, not even really gripping because of how weak he is.

he wants to see you because he's missing out on his perfect girl taking him deep down her throat, but he's been reduced to nothing but a caveman. eyes rolled to the back of his head, drool soaking through his mask, not a single thought floating in his head. he looks completely blissed out—he can't even process anything except for the tight squeeze your throat provides and the wet noises and gags coming from you.

you're taking him in so well, letting him mindlessly rut his cock and not minding the way his balls hit your chin or how he's beginning to slur out incoherent things about how good you feel. he doesn't even sound like himself; his voice warbled and choked up as you work him to an orgasm.

don't expect him to be lucid after completely sucking his soul out. the most he'll do is blink slowly at you like a cat while watching you clean him up, unable to vocalise how boneless he feels or how thankful he is for you. he grunts when you ask him if he wants a shower, trying his best to lessen the burden of pulling him up to walk him over to the bathroom.

(and if he becomes coherent again while absolutely ruining you against the shower wall, praising you for taking such good care of him and for putting up with him acting like a wanker all day?

well, you're just happy he's not getting pissy over the littlest things anymore. just don't tease him too much about how he acted earlier; he'll go back to annoying the hell out of you with his attitude.)

[lovelyghst]

ghost fucking himself dumb with your pussy while he sucks on your fingers, shoved knuckle-deep between his pink, swollen lips. bucking his hips unrhythmically, nothing but needy, and with hearts in his eyes as he stares down at your pretty, pliant body.

his poor dick throbs surrounded by your tight warmth, his harsh grip on your hips minute to the way he’s relentlessly rubbing up against that sweet spot in you.

he’s already filled you up once and he’s barreling towards another high in the matter of seconds, evident with the sweat slicking his biceps, the heavy rise and fall of his chest in short intervals, even his lesser-controlled noises that spill out around your digits. there’s no such thing as a ‘quickie’ with this man; he can’t help but always press past one round, especially after you ask him so, so nicely for more.

jaw slacking as his abs pull taut with the pressure building in his tummy, eyes fluttering shut on their own volition, posture lurching forward above you when he spills his cum deep inside you. grinding himself through his high, sloppy as ever, and you’ve never felt more satisfied as you take in his every expression.

he’s grown obsessed with the feeling of having his mouth stuffed full. allowing himself to turn utterly light-headed and brain-dead around you, to touch and fuck you unsophisticatedly, and without a worry in the slightest.

[tojisun]

god you just know simon likes it messy. he likes it when you're a drooling, crying mess; hiccupping once in a while because it's so hard to breathe when you're plugged with his cock. he loves holding a heavy hand on the back of your head and forcing you to stay still with his cock down your throat. you're more subdued now, used to his width, but his thighs are full of angry welts from when you were scratching him, trying to pull away. spit bubbles from the corner of your mouth where your lips are left as tight rings, swollen and bruised when simon used you like a toy, bullying all of himself in.

and thing is, he'd be so quiet throughout. ever so watching, attentive and tactile, but quiet. like a hunter stalking.

[hatsbuckets]

18+ Filthy fucking food for thought:

Soap’s a depraved little thing with a tongue made for sin.

He's buried between his dove’s thighs, tongue-fucking her until she’s crying out his name, giggling, twitching, begging for mercy she’ll never get.

But his fixation doesn’t stop with her. He’s got a mouth made for service, and his Captain, his Lieutenant, his fellow Sergeant? They know it. They let him. They use it.

So when he's on his knees (mouth pulling off of Price's cock) and asks—so sweet it’s disgusting—for them to fuck his girl full of their cum, to wreck her cunt one after the other until she’s slurring her words and dripping down her thighs, they don’t hesitate.

Soap's drooling before they’re even done. Crawling between her shaking legs like a dog in heat. Tongue out. Eyes wild. Eating her sloppy, used cunt like it’s his fucking religion—lapping up every drop they’ve spilled in her, moaning like a whore because he needs it.

He needs to taste all of them. In her. From her.

He doesn't stop until he’s breathless and soaked and fucking shaking.

(more)

[arkhambug]

JASON TODD with a mouth fixation.

jason who has no idea how it even started, and has absolutely no clue why he’s so attracted to something so specific, but is anyways.

jason who stares at your lips every time you talk to him, and even when you’re not, cause they’re just so pretty and perfect.

jason who watches your tongue run over your teeth and tuck into your cheek when you’re thinking. who loves the way you pout, and fucking adores your smile. who starts saying things he knows will get you to grin up at him just to see it more.

jason who could watch you suck on the lollipops you buy by the box, claiming you ‘think better with something in your mouth’, for fucking hours, because its just so mesmerizing.

jason who watches you chew on your pen as you’re taking notes on a case, the plastic slotted between your pretty teeth, and wishes so hard that it was his finger that he ends up crossing the room to you like a man possessed.

jason who pushes his fingers between your lips, and presses the pads against your tongue, and watches as you start to drool around them.

jason who drags his fingers across every inch of your mouth, grazing your molars, and pushes his knuckles into your canines, and pressing into the muscle at the center, and watches as your eyes nearly roll back into your skull as they meet the resistance of your throat.

jason who’s eyes blow wide when your teeth graze against his knuckles, just the right amount to feel like the action is meant for something else.

jason who all but fingerbangs your mouth, digits hitting your gag reflex and curling against your tongue like it’s a god damn g-spot, his other hand coming to cradle your head, your hands wrapped around his wrist as you start to follow his movements — bobbing your head to swallow them down.

jason who can’t help but need to see those pretty lips wrapped around something else, to see how desperate you’d get for that instead.

jason todd who really fucking loves your mouth.

[vintage-tigre]

Madonna eating pizza in a New York deli, February 1992 - photographed by Steven Meisel.

[goshdoggett]

Special Agent Fox Mulder Tasting evidence since 1993

[babygirlphase]

GIRL get up off the floor.

[tojisun]

simon riley x f!reader - smut; hinted d/s dynamics; oral but like—

messy.

so, so messy, but simon’s cowed by his admiration that he bypasses the way your drool slips past your mouth, staining your chin and mussing up your white button up, making the thin fabric go sheer as it sticks onto your skin in something that is truly so hypnotic.

it’s hot — this is hot.

the way you can barely give a proper head, all lips and spit, is hot. and simon knows that you are not used to being the giver; that you’ve been with a lot of partners who have spoiled you — simon still remembers the first time, and how there is something experienced in the way you gripped his hair and tugged him into your core, whining as his breath tickled your sensitive folds. you were never expected to give back and simon is fine with that. simon is perfectly fine to keep the tradition; to overwrite your past experiences with his tongue, but you begged.

you had asked so nicely, so politely, if he could fuck your throat. you were hesitant, not shy about it though, and asked as you batted your eyelashes if simon could pretty please teach you. use you. ruin you. and who is simon to deny that?

the drive to his flat was a blur but here you are now, slobbering all over his cock, not knowing when to swallow in more of him without grazing your teeth along the sensitive underside of his length, not knowing when to suck without choking.

but oh how your efforts endear him.

you’re so desperate for it, cheeks all splotchy as you cry because of course. a spoiled brat like you would fall into subspace just at the act of being put on your knees. it had been too easy, too quick — all it took were crooned words and simon’s hand cupping your cheek before you trembled and succumbed into the calling.

“jus’ like that, baby,” he murmurs, feeling feverishly warm. the windows are all fogged up, the heater is blasted high, and sweat pools from his temple but simon doesn’t dare stop you. it’s not the nicest head he’s ever received but damn if it isn’t the hottest. if it isn’t the best.

it’s intoxicating — seeing you try so hard like simon would ever love you less for not knowing how to suck a dick.

there is… power in this. and simon is drunk on it. and simon is heady because of it.

and simon, cock painfully hard, wants to cum.

“s’good f’r me, love. so beautiful. so perfect.” his voice curls, rumbling into a pleasured moan. he pinches your chin, drawing you to look up. the action pulls out his cock from where the head was nestled in the back of your throat, leaving it to rest on the top of your tongue.

“m’gonna cum,” simon utters, and he sounds awed and broken. “an’ you’ll swallow it all f’r me, won’t you, pretty?”

a hum pulses around his cock in reply and simon hisses, eyes squeezing close for a heartbeat as it almost catapults him into his release.

jesus.

love really does make everything feel good.

“fuck, baby,” he rasps out, chest heaving, his sweaty hair all matted into his skin. “god. y’ready f’r it?”

you nod, a desperate little thing, before sniffling as tears continue to pour from your pretty eyes. simon can’t help it and he croons, something that is almost a little mean, but please don’t blame him? he’s at the precipice of his ecstasy, so close that it is bloating in the underside of his belly, ready for the fever to break.

he pulls out even more, his cock all shiny from your spit, and leaves just the head resting on the inside of your lips. you curl them readily around him, anyway, before sucking lazily. the soft curl of your tongue teases his slit, and your eyes, unwavering as they gaze upon him, crinkle in delight, and this.

this is what makes him cum.

he goes with a hissed cuss, his hands gripping the sides of your head as he tips his own back in the explosion of his pleasure. it’s like a punch in his gut, a sort of ripping that is resonating through him in cataclysmic waves.

god. fuck. damn it.

this is.

too good.

just—

the storm surge dies and simon dances into his consciousness again. he feels so heavy, so relaxed, and when he turns to meet your gaze again, he can’t really blame himself for the startled twitch in his dick because you’ve dropped his cock, leaving your mouth open to show him how full it is of his spunk.

then, you close your maw and swallow with a delighted hum.

simon shouldn’t really be surprised because you’ve always begged for his cum, but seeing it gulped this way instead of being pumped in your pussy makes his already-parched throat dry up even more.

“c’mere,” he grunts out, before desperately pulling you to his lap to kiss you. he devours your quiet laughter, tongue meeting tongue, and tastes himself with every swipe.

“s’your turn,” you gasp out on his lips. “wanna cum now, please.”

“yeah,” simon rumbles, his big hands moving from your hips to your ass, one dipping even lower to press at the wet spot of your bare pussy.

“i’ve got you,” simon whispers amidst your impatient mewls. “i’ve got you now.”

[dommellier]

You’re suuuuch a little slut for me. You’re just so vulnerable to my touch. You are so horny and obedient. Stick your tongue out like a good slut. That’s right open your mouth up. Give me your everything. Yes, that’s right. You look beautiful like this.

[delicatelymorbid]

wanna take my frustration out on someone by eating them out for however long we can both go. wanna go slow with deliberate and attentive movements so they become a pretty mess while i get distracted by the way they taste and how they react, it being beneficial for the both of us

[unsustainableeuphoria]

Daydreaming about inviting friends to a party and setting up a friend with an oral fixation in a "kissing booth", wrists tied and eyes blindfolded.

(hey can i use babe as a gender neutral term k thanks)

For free, partygoers can kiss the booth babe anywhere above the neck, and pretty soon there's a revolving line of friends, each one getting right back in line again after making the booth babe whimper and whine as they lean into every neck kiss or melt into every liplock. Some even shell out a few bucks to apply lipstick to the booth babe before the kiss so they can go back to the party with a big red kissmark and a sense of pride. Others put the lipstick on themselves and brag about who left the best messy mark on the babe, some even take selfies after the kiss and tag the booth babe knowing fully well they won't see it until the next morning.

For a small tip, some partygoers snag themselves a full on makeout session, roaming hands encouraged as they tangle their fingers in the booth babe's hair or lean all the way over the booth to explore their tummy and sides, leave little hickies and kiss them better, blow hot breath into the booth babe's ear and listen to their breathe hitch in their throat. It's not long before the booth babe's hair is a mess, their lneck is dotted with bruises and bites, and they're practically swooning in their chair from the sheer overstimulation of a couple dozen consecutive makeout sessions that someone suggests getting more rope to make sure they don't fall out of the booth all together.

And later in the night (after the babe has had a good break, a snack, and a couple bottles or water), a select few generous tippers get free use of the booth babe's mouth: some pour shots in, a few shotgun hits to get them nice and high, but eventually someone grabs the babe by their bound wrists and leads them to a private room where party goers take turns getting oral from a babe who's so spinny from kisses and teases and smoke and shots that they don't even notice when some of the tippers double dip (but really, who cares, the money was an excuse and everyone knows they'd do it all for free)

Until finally everyone's had their way with them and then some, and the booth babe is left to recover and count their earnings, trying to connect voices to faces (some strangers, some absolutely familiar) and cursing themselves for not adding a tip option to fuck them senseless

[mattztrip]

Chris is reallllyyyy making me feel Things