#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.

[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.

[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.

[mattztrip]

Chris is reallllyyyy making me feel Things

[mommys-bratty-princess]

Noticing your oral fixation, and feeding into it….

Noticing the way you suck on your drink a little extra when she praises you…

“Thirsty, sweetheart?”

“Good girl, staying so hydrated.”

“That’s it baby, lay back against mommy now.”

Or the way your thumb rests on your lips as you lie against her chest, before she replaces it with her own finger…

“Here, sweetheart. Let mommy rest her hand here.”

“No need to move your head, darling, mommy likes feeling your warm little breaths.”

Gently brushing her thumb over your lips, taking advantage of your innocent instincts before you even realize you’ve begun to gently suckle on it…

“Don’t stop baby, use me to relax.”

“Just like that, you’re okay.”

She smiles gently when you mindlessly paw at her chest…

“Oh? Does my baby want something else in her sweet little mouth?”

“Don’t be shy, baby. Use your words for mommy.”

“Awe, are you feeling that little?”

“It’s alright, mommy’ll ask you about it later.”

“Just suck on mommy’s thumb for now.”

“Such a good girl.”

[lilcute-lilcrazy]

Silly little pup has a silly little oral fixation.

(Its a big oral fixation, want your fingers in my mouth randomly pls, gimme smth to chew on, need my mouth to be busy cause it makes my head all fuzzy, wanna eat you out for hours plsplspls 🥺)

[tojisun]

hhh thiming about biting (dbf) simon’s neck during missionary, digging your teeth into his skin so hard they leave an indent—

he pulls away with a snarled hiss, his cheeks flushed and his pupils blown wide, only to pause at the drunken look in your eyes.

“mouth getting too empty f’r y’r liking, love?” he croons.

and when you nod, mewling mid-tears, all simon does is chuckle, his gaze shifting into something so soft it makes you ache.

“alright, then,” he murmurs, nuzzling close, before tilting his head to the side, giving you room to slot yourself into him again.

every drag of your teeth and every puncture, every suckle—it makes simon hiss in pleasure, his breathy rasps reverberating from where his chest is pressed onto yours.

[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.

[vonpunch]

you know what it is?

i firmly believe art expresses his love not only through kissing, but through the mouth itself. oral fixation is putting it lightly. the act of him kissing is one aspect of a greater complex that involves a man using his lips to express his desire, devotion, dedication, determination, and desperation. donaldson's mouth is nothing if not a way for him to give himself (perhaps even control and power) to the other person. the spitting of the gum into both patrick and tashi's hands, the biting of the churro from patrick, kissing tashi's thigh.

art's mouth is also the one thing that gives him away as a character. when he's contemplating, when he's lusting, when he's mad, when he's frustrated. during his kiss with patrick, we see a second mini kiss yes, but we also see his unfiltered desire and even greediness as a character to take through the same mouth that he expertly gives through.

tldr: art can't control his mouth and it's affecting everyone.

[pastafossa]

"Do I Need To Beg?" (Matt Murdock x F!Reader, Fic) 🔥

Right so like a lot of other people, I saw that leaked trailer and had thots, mostly about Matt's new beard, and much like my thoughts on his coat, none of these thots are pure. This is pure fucking sin, in other words, one of the filthier things I've written, so scroll past if that's not your thing. Also thank you to my friends over in the Murdock's Tuna Team server, ya'll are the best fucking enablers ever.

Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Chapter Summary:

“Welcome home, Mrs. Murdock,” he purred darkly, lazily dragging his tongue across his lips in a way that told you, quite clearly, what he was imagining. “If you need to shower or drink a glass of water, do it now. Because the second you enter this bedroom, you’re mine for the rest of the night. And I have no intention of letting you go until I’ve had my fill.”

Wordcount: 4.1k words

Warnings for this chapter, let's do this: oral f!receiving and a LOT of it like this is literally just a love letter to bearded Matt eating you out (Matt retains his 😺eating crown), brief oral m!receiving, Dom!Matt, Sub!Reader, bondage, overstimulation, subspace, dirty talk, PiV towards the end, Matt's new fucking BEARD none of us are ok

Matt with an oral fixation incoming, here have this:

Your trip out of town had lasted longer than you’d initially expected. 

Initially you'd only planned to be gone for ten days, but ten had abruptly been extended to an irritating fourteen with little notice. Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything you could do about it, though Matt had reassured you over the phone that it was fine. While he missed you dearly and would have vastly preferred you back home and in his arms, he understood that things were out of your control. However, he did have one more thing to say before you’d both given your goodbyes, something that wound up eating at you for the rest of your trip in all the best ways. 

“Besides,” he’d murmured. “It’ll give me a little more time to work on my surprise for you.” 

What that surprise was had been a mystery, one he’d smugly refused to reveal no matter how much you’d tried to pry it out of him over the ensuing phone calls. It couldn’t have been a gift for your next wedding anniversary, which was still a few months away. Nor was it your birthday, or Valentine’s Day. As best you could guess, this was just one of those moments when Matt decided to give you something, just because he could, just because he wanted to, no prompting needed. That wasn’t an uncommon occurrence with him, one more thread in the tapestry made from all the many reasons you loved him. 

However, on the list of things you’d expected to find when you finally made it home, you hadn’t thought to include Matt standing shirtless in the bedroom doorway, his sweats slung low on his hips, his hair still damp from his shower. One corner of his mouth curled up into a wicked smirk, and oh, he knew. He knew, or he’d at least suspected what your response would be to his surprise, and you drew in a sharp intake of breath.

He’d grown a beard. 

You raked your gaze over it, taking in the way it seemed to change the angles of his jaw and his face, somehow adding a dangerous edge to his smile. What was more, there were little patches of grey scattered amidst the dark of it. You had no idea why, but something about those threads of silver only added to the building heat between your thighs, a fire that had started the second you’d seen him standing casually in the doorway, his beautiful body on open display just for you. 

How would it feel to touch him, cradle his jaw in your hands now? 

How would it feel when he pressed his lips to yours, to your throat?

And how would it feel as he made his way down, down, down, the rough scrape of his beard lighting you up as he drifted towards one of his favorite places on your body? 

Your shiver drew a rumble of satisfaction from him. He slowly rolled his head back, inhaling deeply, clearly savoring the scent of your arousal. 

“Welcome home, Mrs. Murdock,” he purred darkly, lazily dragging his tongue across his lips in a way that told you, quite clearly, what he was imagining. “If you need to shower or drink a glass of water, do it now. Because the second you enter this bedroom, you’re mine for the rest of the night. And I have no intention of letting you go until I’ve had my fill.”

You were pretty sure you’d never downed a glass of water and gotten into the shower so quick in your life.

Matt kept his promise. The second you stepped out of the bathroom, he was on you, his beard a deliciously unfamiliar sensation as he caught your face between his hands and pressed his mouth hungrily to yours. That wild kiss didn’t stop at just one, your lips separating only to meet again a half-breath later, over and over again. The two of you only grew more frantic with every second that passed, hips beginning to rock, bodies swaying towards each other, until you were both left gasping, frantic and breathless, hands groping desperately across whatever bared skin either of you could reach. 

“Bed.” The word was a low growl against your lips, his hand wound loosely around your throat, one thumb up under the hinge of your jaw to force your head back for him. One of your hands, meanwhile, had slipped back and down beneath the hem of his sweats, blatantly groping at the thick curve of his ass. He let out a rough groan that you eagerly swallowed down, the skin around your mouth already burning from the rasp of his beard where it had rubbed against you. “Fuck—Bed. Now.” 

He wasn’t going to get an argument from you. 

It was a short, stumbling walk from there to the bedroom. Neither of you bothered to keep your hands off each other, your fingers fisting in his damp hair as he pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses to that special spot under your jaw that made your legs shake, Matt seemingly eager to drink the remaining droplets of water from your skin. You should have guessed his plans when you noticed the towel on the bed. But it was hard to focus with the tantalizing burn of his new beard dragging across the delicate skin of your throat, and with the taste and scent and touch of him filling your senses after a long two weeks apart. It felt like there was nothing in the world but him, nothing but the scent of cinnamon and copper and salt, the warmth of it so rich you couldn’t help but gasp with it as he herded you backwards until at last, you both found the bed. 

The world lurched, and just like that you were pinned beneath him, the broad, heavy weight of him easily trapping you against the mattress, not that you minded. Your ragged moan of his name seemed to hang in the air, your fingers still tangled in his hair. God, your cunt was practically dripping already as you lifted your hips, trying to rock up against him in invitation. You'd been thinking of this the entire time you'd showered. He had to have sensed it. “Matt, sweetheart, please.” “I’ve been thinking about this since you left,” he purred in your ear, his breath a rush of burning embers before he started down your body. The moment he reached your bare breasts, he pressed his face between them, the rasp of his beard making you shiver. He inhaled deeply, dragging your scent deep into his lungs. That inhale led to a hitched, delighted moan, his hips rocking down against the mattress. Without warning, he turned his head and eagerly drew one of your nipples into his mouth. The greedy suction of his mouth when paired with the bristling scratch of his facial hair made you whine, writhing as best you could where you were trapped beneath the heavy weight of muscle and bone. But despite the way you offered up your chest in invitation, he had other plans, quickly releasing your breast to slide further down your body. His voice dropped into something low and sinful, then, soft as silk against your skin. “And I’ve missed this sweet pussy of yours, sweetheart.” He placed a tender, innocent kiss against your hip, the gentle nature of it at direct odds with the obscenity of his words. It was a combination that left you burning up, your breath hitching as he pointedly lifted one of your legs to drape it easily over his shoulder. He directed his blank gaze back up towards your own, his lips curling up into a feral grin. “So I’m going to see how many times I can make you come with my mouth tonight. And I’m not stopping until you’ve soaked everything underneath you.” 

Oh god—

Your eager moan and the fresh flood of arousal between your legs was the only answer he needed. He let out a quiet hiss before diving in, his tongue burying itself between your folds for one heavy lap up your cunt, the first taste of you he’d had in weeks. And with a rough moan that matched yours in volume, he threw one arm over your hips, and settled in.

And there he stayed, his face buried between your thighs, for hours. 

You lost track of your orgasms after you came for the third time, three of his fingers hilted deep inside you, his tongue lapping firmly, determinedly at your clit. It had been impossible to resist between that and the rhythmic,  rough scrape of his beard against the inside of your thighs—a sweet-edged pain you were quickly growing addicted to. You came so hard you saw spots at the edge of your vision, came so hard you left a puddle on the towel beneath you, your startled cry loud enough to wake the neighbors. Your brain didn’t even know what to do with that kind of pleasure, your thighs snapping shut around his head, your whole body writhing as the pleasure washed over you in uneven waves.

But Matt didn’t so much as slow. If anything, he simply opened his mouth wider, drank from you even faster, swallowing down that flood as if you were the sweetest of wines. The moment he tasted your orgasm, one that drenched his beard and mouth, his eyes snapped shut, his hips bucking against the mattress. A wild, shaky moan tore from his throat as he came with you, soaking his sweats, the rhythm of his mouth growing clumsy and uneven.

Yet still, he didn’t stop, despite the fact you'd both come. All it took was a few breaths before he was back at it. He seemed almost mindless now, focused only on taking, greedy and insatiable as he forced your body and his to start the climb yet again.

You lost control over your body not long after, your reactions instinctive and uncoordinated. Somehow you found your hands back in his hair, soft, sweat-soaked strands sliding through your fingers. You weren’t sure what you meant to do then, whether you wanted to push him away from your overstimulated body or pull him in even closer, ride his face the way you wanted. Either way, he wound up deciding for you. 

“Seems to me like someone can’t control herself.” He braced one hand firmly against your abdomen, and though he couldn’t see you, you still felt pinned by his gaze and the almost drunken little quirk of his lips. Even in the low light, you could see how his beard and mouth glistened, slick with the taste of you. “Do you need the rope, sweetheart? Do you want me to help you?” 

There wasn’t a chance in the world of you remaining still without that rope, not if he intended to keep going. And you both knew it. 

“Yes, please,” you whispered, your eyes fluttering closed as he clumsily rose from his place between your legs. Despite the lingering oversensitivity in your body, the sudden absence of his mouth still made you whimper. You just—you needed more, the promise of it keeping the tide of your arousal from fully easing.  

“What a good girl, admitting you need help,” he crooned, crawling up the bed far enough to reach the nightstand, pausing only to brush his lips against yours, the scent of your sex clinging heavily to his beard and mouth. He opened the drawer and dug around for a moment, until he finally drew free a length of red silk rope, testing it out in his hand. Once he was satisfied, he began to loop the rope around your wrists. “Don’t worry. We’ll make sure you can’t move. Because I meant what I said. I’m not letting you up until I’m finished with you, and I’m nowhere near done, sweetheart.” 

The moment your wrists were properly tied, he placed his knees on either side of you, rising up to hook the length of rope to the hook set into the wall. But that put something else within reach of your mouth, and all the grinding he’d done against the bed had managed to drag his soaked sweats down just far enough to expose his cock. He was already half-hard again, the head slick and dripping, flushed dark and tempting. 

In that moment, you needed to taste it. 

The noise he made as you darted your head forward and took the tip of him into your mouth was inhuman, one part choked gasp and one part snarl. You suckled at the broad head eagerly, rapid little licks of your tongue against his slit to draw out more of the precum leaking steadily into your mouth, trying to get as much as you could before he could stop you. He wound up hunched over the top of you, one hand braced against the wall, the other fisted in your hair to hold you against him. And the harder you sucked, the more his rough growls and snarls shifted into high moans and soft little whines, his hips bucking instinctively, helplessly forward, pressing his cock deeper into the warm, welcoming wet heat of your mouth. Even those powerful thighs of his started to shake.

If you did this right, he’d come in no time at all. 

But it was the creak of the ropes as you instinctively reached for him that seemed to snap him out of it. 

Just like that, your head was wrenched back by his hand in your hair, his cock sliding free from your lips with a wet pop, saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth, and down onto your chest as you stared blearily up at him. Chest heaving, dark eyes burning, he slowly leaned down until his lips hovered mere millimeters from yours. But even though his lips hadn’t made contact, his beard did, the faintest brush of bristling hairs tickling against your overheated skin until you couldn’t help but moan. 

“And this,” he grit out, “is why you’re being tied: because you can’t keep your hands or your mouth to yourself.”  

“I’m sorry,” you whined, trying to nuzzle at him in apology. He dodged your mouth, his hand tightening in your hair in warning. This time, at least, you listened, rolling your head back into his touch, trying to make up for what you’d done, submit like he wanted. “I’m sorry, Matt. I just wanted a taste, I needed you so bad.” 

“If you’d asked like a good girl, maybe I’d have given it to you. Now you’re going to have to make it up to me.” He abruptly let go of your hair, climbing back down your body, ignoring the way you thrashed and twisted. Once he was back in place, he roughly shoved your thighs apart, dropping back down between your legs like he belonged there, claiming that space for himself. “Do I need to beg?” you choked out, practically shaking when he caught the thin, delicate skin of your inner thigh between his teeth, sucking hard. He lingered there for a long moment as you moaned and yanked desperately on the ropes, but it was no use. He was in control, not you, and you knew he wouldn’t let go until he’d left his mark, claiming this part of your body that belonged to only him. But what you weren’t expecting was for him to let go… and then tip his head, sliding his cheek, and his beard along the newly sensitive skin. The burn of it sent you soaring, your cunt clenching around nothing, your back arching as you tried to offer your core up to his mouth. “I’ll beg! God, I will, Matt, just—” “I don’t need you to beg,” he growled, his lips curling until he’d bared his teeth. “I need you to scream.” 

Then his mouth latched onto your cunt again, relentless and inescapable no matter how much you writhed. It was torture, madness of the best kind, and it wasn’t long before something in your mind began to unravel, drawn right down out of your body and into his mouth to be swallowed down the Devil's greedy throat.

Things… got a little blurry after that. 

There was no tracking the time, not when one orgasm melded into the next, minutes and hours falling away beneath the merciless lap of Matt’s skilled tongue, the brutal curl of his thick fingers, the rough scrape of his beard against your thighs and cunt until everything burned with pleasure and pain that turned the edges of your vision a fractured white. There was no outside world, no thought left in your mind but his name, nothing but the mountains he dragged your increasingly exhausted body up, and the swift fall when he mercilessly shoved you over the edge, over and over and over until you were ready to lose your mind.

“Matt!” you sobbed, wrenching hard at the ropes binding your wrists. It didn’t make one bit of difference, the rope firm and unyielding where you were bound. Down between your legs, Matt slurped hungrily, drunkenly at your cunt, his face and throat drenched with your slick, a wide puddle on the towel beneath the place where his mouth connected to your body. The burn of his beard was almost unbearable now, but you didn’t know what to do about it. You weren’t even sure he could hear you at this point, his eyes glazed over and glassy, the broad laps at your slit and clit so instinctive and clumsy that you were half convinced he was lost in the same place you were, drunk off the taste of your pussy, off your repeated orgasms and pheromones that he’d been drenched in. 

Another finger joined the three he already had buried deep inside you. He’d been at this so long that your body parted for him with little issue, and god, god, you were so goddamn full, so trapped in the haze that all you could do was choke out another sob as all four of his fingertips rubbed firmly at that spot inside you. You were too tired even to close your legs around his head, but you could feel it—that final orgasm curling hot and inescapable inside you, so close now you could taste the fractured shards of it, tears streaming down your cheeks as your eyes snapped shut.  

“I think maybe you earned that taste you wanted,” he slurred, kissing lovingly at your clit like he might a lover, his lips parted just far enough to let his tongue brush against you. And god, it almost hurt, it hurt, your body so far beyond oversensitivity that even that light touch hit you like a bolt of lightning, your body jolting. “Not that you can answer me now. Or can you?”

All you could give him was a mindless whine. 

He chuckled, working his free hand down beneath himself as he lifted his hips. His mouth dropped open a moment later, face going slack against your cunt before he moaned loudly, his shoulder shifting rhythmically beneath your thigh, his eyes rolling shut. Was he—

He drew his hand up a moment later with a purr, his fingers now smeared and sticky with both your wetness and his, glistening softly in the low light. “What do you say, sweetheart? Would you like a taste? Because I would.”

You whimpered, tugging mindlessly at the ropes, and you—yes, yes, but your tongue couldn’t seem to quite form the word yes, because he still had the fingers of his other hand buried inside you, rubbing steadily at the spot that made you see stars. God, please, the mere thought of tasting your combined flavors on your tongue had you almost mad, your body a hairs-breadth away from coming. All you needed was a nudge—a brush of him at your clit, the taste of him on your tongue, and you’d tip over the edge. 

He clearly knew it, too. And you thought-you’d thought he would be offering his hand as he dipped back down to your cunt, but instead, he pulled his soaked fingers free from you with a sigh. Your cry was a broken thing, something thick with grief at feeling so empty when you were so close, more tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Shh, you’re alright, sweetheart, don't cry,” he crooned gently, hushing you as he crawled up over your body, nuzzling at your sweat-soaked skin. “Don’t worry. It’s only for a second. I won’t leave you empty. I promise. Almost done. Almost there. One more for me. You’re going to give me one more, honey.” But how, when you were so empty, when you didn’t have his mouth or his fingers, lost and—

He groaned as he began to slide his thick cock inside you. You’d been stretched so open by his fingers, by all of your orgasms over the past few hours, that he entered you with a delicious ease. The sloppy, wet squelch of his cock as he slid inside you would have made your cheeks burn if you’d had any sense left. 

“Shit,” he moaned, one hand braced beside your head, fisting in the sheets. One rock of his hips and he was buried as deep as he could reach, your cunt clenching around him as if it were trying to keep him there. You were too exhausted to lift your legs and lock them around his hips. All you could do was gasp and accept him, your eyes rolled back as you hovered on the edge. “Nn, there you go, sweetheart. There we go. Nice and-and full. Hold on just a little longer for me. Open your mouth, honey.” 

You parted your lips instantly, long past resisting, long past thinking. 

His fingers stroked gently against your tongue a moment later, allowing you to take in the combined musky taste of yourself, the bitter richness of his cock, and how it mingled and melded with the taste of his skin.

“Suck for me like a good girl,” he murmured, his other hand rising to wipe away a few of your tears. Once that was done, he settled his hand around your throat, as if he wanted to feel it when you swallowed. “Go on, sweetheart. You can have it.” 

You curled your tongue around his fingers, drawing them deep into your mouth with a grateful moan. The explosion of it across your tongue as you swallowed, the sheer obscenity of it, made you choke out a broken cry. His fingers were yanked back a moment later only to be replaced by his tongue snaking lazily into your open mouth, blatantly chasing your paired tastes with a filthy moan. All of it rolled up over you at once—his cock sliding up against that spot inside you, the whisper of pressure around your throat as his massive hand closed around it, the angle of his hips that let his body grind against your clit, the paired taste of you both filling your mouth as his tongue curled against yours, but… 

It was the harsh scrape of his beard against your skin that pushed you over the edge. 

Later, you wouldn’t remember the noise you made as you came, your body seizing as your orgasm slammed into you in one sudden rush. Your body went rigid, back bowing off the bed so sharply you felt something pop, your head thrown back as you lost yourself beneath a roaring tide of pleasure. Because this-this wasn’t something you rode, something you swam with, something that swept over you gently. This was something you survived, something you choked beneath, drowned beneath. You barely heard Matt’s shout, didn’t even notice the spreading heat as he came with you in slick pulses of warmth. You heard even less his slurred words of encouragement against your lips as your orgasm lingered in waves that just didn’t end, and you couldn't, you couldn't—

“There you go. Good girl, good girl, so good for me, let it all go sweetheart, I’ve got you, good gi—”

You weren’t quite sure where your mind went, then. But things cut out for a while.

How long you tapped out for was a mystery, the world around you faded into a soft black. All you knew was that when you finally floated back up from that quiet sea, your senses coming back to you one by one, Matt was there, your limp body cradled warmly against his chest. “Come on, sweetheart,” he murmured, the sounds distant and still a little warped as he rocked you gently. He had to have untied you at some point, you thought blearily, since he was holding you now, his back against the headboard, your head tucked down against his neck. “Come on back, honey. Time to come back for me.”

You made a soft little noise of acknowledgement in your throat, all you really felt capable of at the moment, your eyes fluttering half open.  

“Hi there, sweetheart,” he hummed, nuzzling down warmly against your hair. One of his hands swept steadily up and down your arm, sensation that helped ground you, along with the easy rhythm of his breathing as he held you, the rasp of his skin against yours. “There you are, my good girl. You did so good, honey. Now you’ve got it. Take it slow. Breathe with me."

“Mmm.”

"That works." He huffed a quiet laugh, tipping your slack head back until he could brush his lips against your forehead. Your head lolled against his shoulder, your body feeling a bit like all your bones had just up and wandered off. Maybe Matt had sucked them out of you. “I got eight out of you tonight if you can believe it. A new record.”

“It’s,” you slurred thickly, “the… beard. I love it.” 

“I figured. And now I'm definitely going to keep it.” He nuzzled at you again, lifting one of your hands so he could knead gently at your wrist where you’d been tied. You'd probably have some bruises tomorrow considering how hard you'd yanked at the ties, but you'd wear them with pride. You always did. “And now you get the full aftercare treatment. Water, a snack, maybe a massage and a lot of cuddling before you fall asleep. I almost thought about drawing you a bath, but I’m not quite sure I trust you not to accidentally slide down into the water right now, even with me holding you.”

“...Fair.” You sleepily mashed your face against his throat, drawing the musky scent of sex and his skin deep into your lungs. You were still floating to a certain extent, your body sore and exhausted, but the comfort of his touch, the low rumble of his voice went a long way to soothing you. “Love you. Missed you.” 

“I love you and missed you, too.” He pressed a fond kiss to your wrist, letting out a contented sigh. “Let’s avoid being apart for a while.”

“Agreed.” 

[moonxytcn]

Mommy Wanda who watches all day long how her sweet little girl always seems to be putting something in her mouth.

Whether it's the tip of your thumb, lightly nibbling on it, your pen while studying for tests, how it takes you longer than usual to take your silverware out of your mouth at mealtime, and how when you were snuggled up watching movies, you would grab her hand and give her little kisses all over her fingers and take your time with your lips on them, making Wanda lightly rub your lips with her thumb. Pulling you closer Wanda notices how you get more snuggled against her chest, lightly rubbing your head against it and playing with the hem of her shirt.

"aww my little baby wants mommy's tits in her mouth now? huh? It's been a long day, hasn't it, love? Why don't you come over here and finally put your pretty little mouth on my nipples and finally relax, baby girl?"

Wanda says watching the reddish blush take over your cheeks, taking off her shirt and pulling you sideways onto her lap, so that you rest your head on her arms, grabbing her breast and lightly rubbing her nipple over your lips, inducing you to take it. When you finally grab her nipple, nothing can stop the happy and relaxed sigh from both parties, you for finally being able to have your mommy's nipples in your mouth, and Wanda for finally feeling closer than ever to you.

"Here we go, such a good girl little love, that's it, you're doing great."

Feeling you sucking gently on her nipple, Wanda sees you playing with your hands, so she slowly grabs one of your hands and brings it to her free breast, making you play with it instead, feeling you squeeze and lightly pinch her nipple, sometimes kneading it like a kitten.

"So comfy baby, right? Yeah I know, I'm sure it is."

Wanda gently caresses your face, whispering soft promises of love, while you fall asleep, with the background noise of the TV lulling you into a deeper sleep.

[femd-archive]

Ken Sato into breastsucking? I can see him sucking breast when we're napping and he lays beside us whispering if it's okay to breastsuck us (it's okay if u don't wanna do it btw 🙃)

yesss😫😫😫

kenji already loves cuddling with u so much, nuzzling his face on your neck or your chest as he hugs your waist and his legs are thrown over yours, double points if u run your fingers through his hair

though one day, as u were cuddling watching a movie, he keeps on playing with the collar of your shirt, taking a peak of your tits once in a while. and of course u notice, but u decided to play dumb so he would ask for it

"baby?" he finally calls u and, suppresing a smile, u look down at him.

"mmh?"

"could i..." he hesitates, a faint blush spreading on his cheeks. a few seconds pass in silence before kenji looks up at u again, those puppy eyes staring into your soul. "could i suck your tits?" he whispers, his fingers caressing the fat of your hips.

u chuckle as your hand reaches his hair, running your fingers along it. "you're so cute" u leave a kiss on his forehead before agreeing. "yeah baby, of course"

kenji watches as u lift your shirt up, revealing your breasts covered with your bra. his hands are fast to push the cups down, leaving a kiss on top of the areola before taking your nipple in his mouth, making u sigh at the feeling of his warm tongue around u.

his body relaxes in your arms once again, and u see how he closes his eyes as he wraps his arm around your waist and snuggles closer as he keeps on sucking. 100% sure he's gonna help u with the wet mess between your legs later ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

[milkteabinniechan]

Hard thought

Chan wears grey sweatpants when he's with you because he knows how much you love it.

Chan lets his pants fall for his boxers poke through when he reaches for something

Chan stands in front of you whenever you're sitting and not paying attention so he can grab your face and force you to look at him

Chan lifts his shirt and guides your had exactly where he wants it

Chan who's already hard, a clear bulge taunting and teasing you through his sweatpants

Chan smiling wildly at the desperate look at your face as you attempt to swallow him whole, gagging and choking, eyes watering just for him

Chan pressing the spongey tip again your wet, hot mouth

Chan pulls his cock out while you stare dumbfounded at the length of him

Chan strokes himself slowly while his other hand props your mouth open for him

Chan's tip already red and angry, veins pulsing up and down the shaft

[ninjasmudge]

one little maid lamb art bc theyre relaxing for me to draw

[dommellier]

Boys look so pretty when they’re gagged. That’s right drool for me, baby. You’re just so pretty.