oolongmilkt

[oolongmilkt]

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader, husband nanami, fıngering, praise, talking you through it, squırting, dirty talk, mdni.

“don’t be shy, sweetheart. get it wet, atta girl,”

nanami would murmur right up against your ear, warm breath fanning against the shell of your earlobe. it tickles, and as you’re laid flat back against him with a few fawn strands of his chest hair brushing up near you, you whine. your legs were unapologetically spread wide open with a bundle of your toes curling up exquisitely. the back of your head rubs and rubs against his bare chest, and he’s got the softest smile. “ah ah,” he whispers, watching as your own crumped up finger buries itself into your cunt and lazily moves around. “remember the method i taught you. circle it around, yeah,” and your breathing hitches the moment the tip of your digit encircle a slippery swab of your sheeny slick. “here, let me take it from here for a bit.”

with your laced panties pulled back near the crevices of your thigh, you collapse flat against his chest. his warmth, a single moan escapes from your lips at how close he was to you. his scent, nanami’s cologne engulfs in your nostrils and it’s such a rich, citrusy aroma. “o- okay.” was all you could manage to whimper out, feeling the cold band of his g-shock ghost against your thigh.

“it’s gonna get messy, my love,” he warns you, a bit of humor in his tone — you throb, two fingers of his smear against your drooling heat and your mouth slowly dangles open. “ooh, my oh my. she’s quite the talker today huh,” he hums at the sounds of your weeping cunt - sloshing and creating various laments of squelches from his consistent rubbing before you whine. “let’s hear what she’s got to say, hm?”

“f- fuuuck.” you’d mewl out, feeling him slowly ease a finger inside of your slit. by this point, he’d taken out your finger and replaced it with his own. nanami’s pointed chin rests against your shoulder as he watches intently.

even your colorful swears sounded angelic. behind you, you could feel his dick twitch in his boxers at just the sound of your voice. already, you were soaked heavily. nanami felt like being a bit of a tease tonight though.

with one hand focusing its attention between your thighs - another creates a tantalizingly slow, trail up and down your body. his fingertips dance against your skin as he glances at you jerking and shuddering. all from his touch, he wanted to make sure to savor your body.

in a way, you were like art to him, a breathtaking canvas that was forevermore priceless.

“gimme your hand, my love,” he requests, lukewarm plush lips pressing a chaste kiss near the inside of your neck. a breeze of his minty fresh breath sets against your sinuses before you comply. as he takes ahold of your wrist, nanami makes you start a trail of your own. gradually, he’s dragging your arm further down your body, making sure your fingers get a feel of every single part of you. “nice ‘n slow, good. doin’ so good.”

a breathy pant starts to rip out of you, hauling out of your lungs abruptly and you’re panting like a dog - he’s so gentle, his words only added more fuel to the fire before you feel the brief pangs of heat between your legs intensify.

nanami’s thick finger turns into two and you let off a melodic whimper as he’s stretching your pussy open. “open for me baby, focus on those breaths,” and as you’re just sluggishly pressed up against his chest, he gives your you another kiss. this time, it’s near the top of your head. “my good girl.” he purrs, voice raspy and filthy—pouring with nothing but admirable love and affection.

it was as if a feverish, fire was bristling against your skin. it was subtle, real subtle. you sigh deeply at his two fingers leisurely prod their way inside of your accepting, gummy walls. “k- ken,” you whine out, hearing the lewd sloshing sounds of your own arousal. it’s wet, you’re wet. nanami’s still guiding you to touch yourself in a way that makes your perked nipples throb. a gentle hand firmly but sweetly grabs your wrist, having you feel right near your heaving chest. your breaths were shallow, short brief inhales coming out of you before your eyes start to roll and flicker back. “your fingers, ‘s long, ken.”

“oh, are they now?” he utters, a tender grip compressing against his pink glossed lips. “i’d hope so, they’re just the right size for my wife, are they not?”

by the second, you could feel yourself coming close. you could feel yourself reaching your inevitable, destined peak. “c’mon, big girl words. talk to me,” he shushes your sweet, babbling moans. you were speaking a good sentence of gibberish—inaudible whimpers mewling out your throat at each millisecond that passes. you’re squirming a bit in pleasure, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, creating a bite. nanami then slides his slender fingers out so you could do the rest. you whine, trying to copy his method. your digits slickly coat and drip against the outer part of your cunt before sliding your fingers in. huffing, you feel a pulsating pulse near your aching labia. “how’s it make you feel, sweetheart. feel good?”

“feels good, ‘ken,” you puff out a single exhale in dry, irregular breaths. you felt your own slick stick against your pried open legs like glue. it was a mess indeed, and before you knew it, you were right there. “kento, finish for me, please p-pleaseee.”

“but my love,” he hums a dulcet tune against your ear, your thigh tapping and tapping in anticipation. it’s a salty taste pouring into your mouth but as the seconds progress, it’s turns sweet,

bittersweet.

the filthy, moist squelches became so loud that it starts to echo through the thin walls of your cozy, homey residence. “you’re supposed to be doin’ this, not me. ‘m just showing you how.”

letting off a near pornographic moan—you were cut off the minute your fingers thrash against your g-spot. your noises made him hard, so whiny and pleasing to the human ear. once you feel the twitching muscle, it’s soft and hollow with a squishy surface, scratching such an orgasmic itch in your brain. you could barely even form words with how dumb you were right now. “right there ‘ken. i feel something.”

“keep feeling there, baby. ‘s okay,” he holds you from behind, feeling your body continue to slump back against his chest. your legs vigorously shake like an earthquake - its intensity was jittering you to your wits end. with two eager fingers swirling around the insides of your needy cunt, your jaw drops. a pocket seed of ecstasy welts and surges all through you. as he grabs your wrist again, nanami’s helping you finger yourself with your entire wrist — helping you do a bowling ball grip with two fingers. two stuffed inside, the others just being idle. it felt so good, you weren’t gonna last a second longer by this point. “you’re so close, sweetheart. use those pretty fingers, mhm. so close, make a mess on me, make a mess on your husband so i can clear you right up.”

a pitched ringing sound goes in your ears and right back out. as you’re zealously twitching from the touch, the stimulation, you let off yet another long, pitched moan. it’s a lengthy moan, nowhere near short.

you elongate a single syllable and lasts it for a good four seconds until you realize you’re cumming. one wave comes, then two, then three until everything’s all crashing down on you.

“k- kento,” you whimper, feeling your digits tangle up inside and get soaked from top to bottom with your honeyed slick. but it doesn’t stop there, in fact, once you look down, not only were you coming undone but you were also gushing out. it sprays, a translucent splashing tint dampens against the satin ruby sheets and nanami simpers. “oh my g- goddd.”

he feels your soddened rapture pouring all out, electricity like currents traversing all throughout your body and you grow limp. “aw,” he speaks first, seeing how your climax took everything out of you. nanami brings a hand down between your legs, a thumb swiping against your swollen cunt before he smears your juices right on your entrance. “my messy girl, did you just squirt on me?”

you don’t reply—your breathy, shaky moans being your answer and a hand of yours squeezes his wrist. it’s so many nerves, a bundle of them being touched and convulsed strike right within you before he kisses the top of your head. “seems like my wifey’s a little squirter after all,” he purrs once more, his voice as smooth as silk. as nanami slowly makes you pull out your filth covered fingers, a cobwebby string of lustrous gloss runs off from the tips of your fingers. “look at this,” he grabs your wrist, holding it up in front of you before he does what you’d last expect.

nanami gingerly wraps a hand around your wrist, inching it toward his face before he pops two of your slippery slick digits into his mouth. he groans at your cherry sweet taste - making sure to savor and relish the toothsome flavor before his tongue curls around your fingers.

“mhm,” and as he’s sucking on your digits to clean them just like he said, you could feel yourself throbbing again. once nanami finally removes his mouth from your two wet fingers, he lowly chuckles against your ear. “such a good girl,” he praises you one last time before getting his own fingers wet, wiping them both near your sopping clit. “let’s do that again. now spread these gorgeous legs wide again for me, my love. gotta get my wife just a little bit wetter.”

[oolongmilkt]

hi

[oolongmilkt]

on a mini hiatus as i get ready to go back to school!

[oolongmilkt]

minors and ageless blogs stop following/liking/reblogging my nsfw work challenge

[oolongmilkt]

ayo that tsukishima smut i wrote is kinda good lmao

[oolongmilkt]

p**rnstar kita kisses your ankle before he lifts it over his shoulder. its law

and naturally, when it comes to him, i should carry it out

warnings: 18+, minors dni, f!reader, filming

you thought you would be able to handle this.

for a couple hundred bucks, a quick sex scene at Inarizaki Studios where the actors are notoriously attractive, you hadn’t hesitated at your friend’s offer. Aran needed a favor and well...you had a perfectly functioning pussy to help him out. as an up-and-coming actress, it was also the perfect way to get your name out there. your agent had practically punted you at Inarizaki, signing the mountains of paperwork in record time, clapping you on the back, and telling you to give them a show.

the film was supposed to be with him. Aran, the friendly, happy-go-lucky man you’d met and hit it off nicely with at an event several months back. the man who always knows just how to put you at ease and make you laugh. the man who you were a hundred percent sure you were going to be able to pull this off with.

the film is not supposed to be with Kita Shinsuke, the studio’s top earner, winner of the industry’s best actor award five years in a row, and everyone’s wet dream. yours included. 

you’re going to kill Aran, you think to yourself as you stare up at the sky, listening to the bustle of everyone getting ready around you. kill him so bad he won’t be able to look at you with those puppy dog eyes of his, or stand in front of you with his broken arm, pleading for you to still go through with the deal.

Kita had been nice enough during introductions, perhaps a little too serious, gaze a little too intense, but it was clear that he was respectful. you’ve heard horror stories from your more senior colleagues, about co-stars from hell, and you were relieved that Kita seemed be just like the rumors said he was: perfect. he must be, to be willing to fill in for his friend on such a short notice, despite his busy schedule. not many top stars would. the video interviews went off without a hitch too, his voice soothing enough to settle your nerves. 

though you’re far from settled now.

because with your luck, of course the first scene you have to act in is the sex scene. no background, no talking, just you getting fucked stupid in a field in the middle of nowhere.

with Kita’s flannel discarded off to the side in the grass, sun-kissed torso on full display, him kneeling between your legs, you’re suddenly aware of the gravity of your situation. or perhaps it’s just the weight of all the expensive cameras focused on you that you’re feeling. you find it a little hard to remember what exactly your role is, or the few lines that you have that aren’t gasping and moaning. something about spoiled city girl meets handsome rice farmer who shows you what life is really about, one of those stupid adult film clichés that always used to make you cringe and fast forward, but now that you’re actually acting it out...with him...maybe those stupid clichés aren’t so bad after all.

he’s not looking at you, just off to the side at the director, nodding as the woman says something to him. you should probably be listening too, but it’s a little hard to do that when all your eyes can do is trace his broad shoulders, skate over the plane of his well-defined chest, linger on the v-line that dips into his jeans. when all your eyes can do is stare at the fat, heavy cock standing at full attention between his legs. the one you’ve only ever seen on a screen.

“you catch all that?” you snap out of your daze, blinking up at Kita, heat rushing to your cheeks when you see him looking at you knowingly with a small smirk playing around the corners of his mouth. 

“um-”

he squeezes your calves reassuringly. “you can call cut anytime you want.”

“i know.”

“then why do you still look so worried?” Kita leans over you, sliding his hands up your thighs and under your skirt. your back arches when one hand slips further up under your dress to squeeze one of your tits. he kisses your cheek, smiling into it at the feeling of you trembling under him, nudging your knees further apart with his. your eyes squeeze closed, shutting out the view of all the cameras, the staff, Aran standing next to the director.

“i...”

“you’ll be fine.” he says, grazing his lips up the side of your neck, nipping gently at your skin. your breath hitches in your throat and you try to tell yourself to be professional, that this is all part of the process of getting you ready for his cock. he straightens, staring at the space between your legs and your cheeks burn at the feeling of his cock twitching from where it rests on your soft mound. there’s a dark look in his eyes, swimming in lust and want, and you can’t help but wonder just how much of it is him getting in character and how much of it is...real. “i’ve seen you, after all.”

what?

“your work.” he clarifies, at the sight of your confused expression. “it’s good. i enjoyed it.”

he what?

Kita visibly suppresses a smile at the shock on your face. 

the director’s yelling something in the background, asking if everyone’s ready, telling a few rowdy production assistants to shut up, but you’ve tuned it all out. your skin burns where Kita’s touching you, and you know for a fact that in this scene...you’re not going to have to fake anything.

“the two of you ready?” the director pushes her glasses up and snaps her fingers in your direction. “Kita, get her in position.”

your heart stutters when he grips your ankle and pulls it up, pressing a kiss against it before resting it on his shoulder, keeping his gaze locked on yours the whole time. it goes straight to your core and you clench down uncomfortably on nothing. his slender fingers hook into your panties, pulling them to the side and exposing your already dripping pussy. the angle gives the cameras a perfect view of the head of his cock prodding against your entrance. 

fuck.

you thought you would be able to handle this but you were so, so wrong.

“action!”

[oolongmilkt]

pairing: tsukishima kei x fem!reader

cw: 18+ mdni, vaginal penetration, slight degradation, needy reader, pet names

“Why are you begging, sweetheart? I’m letting you take all you want.”

He’s right. Tsukishima has you sitting in his lap filled to the brim with his cock, letting you bounce and grind on him like a toy all you want. He’s not even trying to guide you, his slender hands resting featherlight on your thighs, just barely grazing your skin as his thumbs rub small circles against your flesh.

But that’s the problem. The cocky little bastard began rambling about how you probably couldn’t cum without his help anymore. Without his hips slamming against yours or his lithe fingers curling deep into your pussy. You simply scoffed and rolled your eyes, muttering about how you could get yourself off before you met him and that you knew your body. The blonde haired man looked back at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes and the slightest smirk gracing his lips.

“Prove it.”

You whine and rut your hips against him, desperate for some type of release that you’ve failed to reach after nearly an hour of bouncing on his cock. Your walls burn with overstimulation and your poor clit is swollen form the times you’ve nearly met your climax, just missing something to help push you over the edge.

“K-Kei, please just wanna cum.” you sob out. Your cheeks are covered with tears streaming down as blown out pupils stare back at him. His poor little baby, so desperate just because she wanted to prove him wrong. Guess he really did ruin you, huh? The taste of his cock left you drunk and unable to be satisfied by anyone else, even yourself.

Compared to you, Tsukishima looks rather relaxed save for a few drops of sweat beading at his hairline. It hasn’t been easy on him either feeling your velvet walls sucking him in with every move you make. All he wants to is flip you on your back and pound into your pussy until he sees bliss pass over your face. But no, he has something to prove too.

“Just say it then,” he taunts, leaning over to the shell of your ear, “say you need me to make you feel good and and I’ll give you everything you want, love. Say you want me to fuck your sweet cunt and make you cum.”

You let out another whimper, still frantically grinding your hips and passing over your clit. You don’t want to give up but fuck, if you don’t cum soon it feels like your head is about to explode from frustration.

“P-Please,” you whine out wrapping your arms around his neck and squishing your breasts against his chest, “please I need you t’make me cum. Want you to make me feel good, Kei.”

A mischievous grin flashes across his face, staggering his calm composure. In a second you’re on your back, legs already lifted up and over his shoulders.

“Now what did I say?”

Before you can think of a response, the man had already started an animalistic pace, thrusting in and out of your pussy vigorously to bring both of your highs that have been held off for far too long.

“Only I can make you feel this good. I know your body better than you, isn’t that right, kitten?” He punctuates each word with a particularly hard thrust, the head of his cock hitting your sweet spot and making your eyes roll back.

“Yes! Oh fuck, only you K-Kei, oh my god.” You babble out strings of curses and praises as your eyes sew shut, getting lost in the pleasure washing over your body.

“Hey,” he growls out, “eyes on me there, look at me while I make you cum.”

He reaches down to rub your abused clit, making you squeal and try to slam your legs together but to no avail as his body forces them apart.

Your orgasm comes much faster than expected, the coil tightening and snapping faster than you can think as you stare back into his lust filled eyes. He follows soon after, ropes of white cum spilling into your cunt as he slows his pace down to a few deep, long strokes.

Before you can catch your breath, Tsukishima is already flipping your onto your stomach and pulling your hips up.

“Can’t stop now,” he pants, “gotta make sure you don’t act up like that again, princess.

please reblog if you enjoyed! helps me out a lot :))

[oolongmilkt]

my favorite cake 👀👀 you look extra handsome like this <33

Decided to dress up for once🙄

Thoughts? Warning ; cake 🤪

[oolongmilkt]

you can’t just do this out of nowhere, love :(( not to say that i don’t enjoy when you do, makes me miss you more

(ps logan i hope you’re doing well ! :))

Be careful of under the cut darling

[oolongmilkt]

pairing: dabi x fem!reader

cw: nsfw 18+ minors dni, face sitting, dabi’s real name is used, use of the word doll

“What’s wrong, doll? Dabi grins up at you, “scared of me?”

“No, Touya,” you huff, “it’s just… embarrassing.”

The position is a bit embarrassing, to say the least. You hover over the dark-haired man’s awaiting mouth with his head slotted between your two plush thighs. Of course you don’t want to hurt the man by actually letting your weight fall against him but gosh, feeling his warm breath against your slick folds makes you drip with excitement.

“Baby…” he drawls, snapping you out of your haze, “I want this, wanna make my sweet girl feel good, let me?” He runs the rough palms of his hands across the sides of your thighs, sliding them along to the back and squeezing the fat of your ass comfortingly.

“I-I want you too.” you respond timidly.

The man beams up at you, pulling your hips down to finally have a taste of your sopping pussy. He licks a fat stripe along your slit, eyes rolling back and groaning at the taste of your essence. The vibrations run shivers up your spine, making your body slouch forward. You can almost see Dabi’s eyes darken with greed as subconsciously let more of your weight rest on him, your head already growing foggy with pleasure.

Dabi isn’t doing much better. Getting to taste you is already one of his favorite pastimes and the way the fat of your thighs nearly suffocates him makes the experience that much more intense. The only thought he has is you. His tongue laps greedily at your folds, the lower half of his face practically drenched from how you going your pussy along it. It’s embarrassingly loud as he sucks on your hardened clit. Not just because of the wet slurping, but also from your wanton moans and whines, too lost in pleasure to feel any sense of timidness.

He vigorously fucks his tongue into your fluttering hole as his nose grinds against your clit. His pace never faltering as his licks and sucks with a never ending thirst, groaning with each taste. The stimulation makes the coil in your stomach to snap, lurching over to grab the headboard as your climax rushes though you.

Dabi’s eyes shine with a mischievous glint before diving back in to lap at your cunt. Seeing and hearing you cum above him, your body dripping with pleasure and satisfaction, urges him him to seek it out again and again, knowing only he can make your feel this way.

[oolongmilkt]

i’ve been missing my daddy too 🥺🥺 miss feeling your cock stretch me out, hurry up and come fuck me like you promised, please?

God, I’ve been missing my kittens…

So much so that I’d like to stuff you full of cum. Be good for me now, will ya? I know you need me too. So why don’t you lay down for me, ass up high. I can’t help but give that ass a few spanks, it’s just so prefect. But then I’ll give you what you need. I’ll sink into that perfect hole of yours, fuck you until your crying my name. We won’t even count the number of orgasms. We don’t need to, cause daddy’s gunna keep you going all night long. ❤️

[oolongmilkt]

artem baby i would do anything for you

[oolongmilkt]

i like them all, the fact that you’re wearing them makes them look so much better :))

Do you like the rings kitten? Which is your favourite? I think they would look so good against your skin.

[oolongmilkt]

no one touch me i’m playing ToT

[oolongmilkt]

you’re right :(( i can do better, maybe i should suck your dick or something as an apology

Anything b turning y’all on now huh, even just hands?? 💀

Here ya go, simps 😌 since collars are on back log, my hand will have to do now won’t it. ❤️

[oolongmilkt]

oh no i’m feeling mighty submissive and breedable today i hope a charanon with a big dick doesn’t come into my asks

[oolongmilkt]

i mean.. if they’re your hands then yes, i like how they feel on my skin and how the pretty rings leave marks

also you’re the biggest simp here but

Anything b turning y’all on now huh, even just hands?? 💀

Here ya go, simps 😌 since collars are on back log, my hand will have to do now won’t it. ❤️