#dragging cloud with them

[bluemoonscribbler]

Cloud Strife and the beefy dark-haired beauties that he crushes on lol he has a type. bisexual panic party

bonus brunettes underneath the cut

Someone save this man from thinking. He is an idiot /affectionate

i really wanted to draw arms. do i feel gypped outta beefa? yes. i do.

[asknillamilkfam]

First of all, congratulations!! Love this family lol. Now for my question, did Shadow Milk ever tell the beasts about his children or does he plan to?

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[jamiethebee]

(In which I spiral down a rabbit hole with Midoriya that has little to do with @codenamesazanka 's original post that started this (x).  FYI I sorta separated Deku/Izuku to indicate Deku as the hero and Izuku as the person outside of heroics.)

I started thinking about this post again (see the link above) and how Deku doesn’t really understand that non-perfect or sanitized victims exist AND still need to be saved and not by destruction. (The "maybe killing someone does save them" thing is a great way to assuage guilt but it's a stupid copout.)  Deku (hero) and more importantly Izuku (person) doesn’t really understand that though because he WAS a “perfect” victim.  Midoriya stayed quiet and inconspicuous and didn’t make a fuss about the bullying or discrimination he faced, he just kept his head down and hoped that something would change without any real effort on his part.  And if he had died as a result from the bullying he would’ve been hailed as an unfortunate victim (of who? or what? Don’t worry - isn’t his death so tragic? oh well now on to our next news story -), so any critique of society and the individuals who reinforce the status quo don’t actually have to do anything.  I know there’s more nuance here and lot of cultural things happening with this all but I’m not gonna dig into that right now.

Moving on!  Quite frankly the boy didn’t live long enough to get out of his childish mindset and get some “righteous" anger at the wrongdoings and failings of society.  All Might came along when he was still starry eyed and hopeful to lift Midoriya out of the trajectory of his life and Izuku never had any time to get to the point where he comes to terms with the hurt caused society’s rejection of his self and get angry about it.  As such, he can’t understand the league.  It probably doesn’t even occur to him that he's missing that understanding because for him it worked out - he got the attention and support to be able to escape the circumstances of his birth/quirklessness and to leave the box (deku) that society shoved him in. Twice and Toga never had that support – they both lived how they needed to in order to survive in a world not meant for them until they broke down.  (Maybe that's why Vigilante Deku AUs were so popular back in the day - they speedran Midoriya past the hopeful kid stage and to a point where a lot of the fanbase was in their own lives - seeing the issues in the world and wanting to affect change.)

Izuku, for all that he claims to want to connect to the villains, hasn’t given enough thought or empathy to understand how continuing to live a life where you don’t fit in with society can be deeply hurtful as well as the emotional repercussions of having unchangeable parts about yourself be reviled.  This isn’t to say Izuku had it easy -  of course Izuku went through hardships but.... there’s a big difference between living through stuff as a kid and finding a way out of it vs living through that, growing up, maturing, and in turn looking critically at society.  But I can’t bring myself to fault Midoriya for those exact reasons because he's just a kid. He doesn’t have the perspective to see outside of himself – at least not for the villains.  Because that seems to be too far of a stretch for him?  But Todoroki was close enough to Izuku’s mindset for him to help back in the sports festival arc.  I also acknowledge that he's a teenager and IS capable of critical thinking, but from what we've seen, his schools have never actually made the students examine the world they live in - which is a different skill from quirk analysis or historical or literary analysis or the various writing exercises that students go through. 

(Believe me – you can have the brightest kid but, most of the time, unless you point out the shortcomings of their mindsets, it won’t occur to them to look further.  (Not necessarily assuming that they’re wrong, but rather that their consideration of life is not as expansive as it should be. Especially for a kid wanting to be the greatest hero and save everyone.)  For example: many abled bodied people don’t realize how inaccessible places can be until someone brings it up to them or they find themselves in that situation (like a temporary crutch or wheelchair).  It’s through no fault of the able bodied person that they weren’t aware enough to consider it in the first place, but what they do once they realize physical accessibility is an issue, is on them.)  Back to the point – hero society never calls attention to it’s own shortcomings despite the proof quite obviously existing and the people within society don’t seem to spare much thought either. The adults who have seen more of these instances are then of course more culpable in this than the kids who haven't.

So, Midoriya was also failed by society (cough all might cough) as well, but he chose the hero path - to save people. We see him starting to consider the deeper issues in his talk with Uraraka, and the few times he “tries” to talk to various villains shows that he is aware enough of underlying issues - which makes it his duty as a hero to do something about it.  In that way, he is at fault. He chose a profession to devote his life to that should require this of him.  And through his hero work, Midoriya has seen the problems in society and yet he’s chosen to turn away from them (and by problems/them I’m referring to the villains “too far gone to save” and the issues they represent). 

(Sorry Midoriya, but considering we’re nearing the end and you haven’t shown any growth in this area….. I am faulting you for metaphorically pushing your head in the sand.  I do want to be wrong though.  I really want the kid to prove me wrong.)

And he’s able to turn away from them guilt free, in part, because he’s gotten the proverbial thumbs up by his classmates that it’s ok and that they’ll just be better and be model minority heroes and that will fix the problem! Because they’re positive representation!  Or something?  If you can put your mind to it that will fix things! Just try harder! Again, very idealistic but they are kids, so it comes with the territory.  (Horikoshi didn’t have to make them unquestionably right in that approach though.  Toga and Uraraka coming together for the win! The Shoji and Spinner match up not so much.)

Overall, there’s something about how Deku still fit into society's boxes in an acceptable way and never truly faced what existing outside of "acceptability" was like.  Don’t get me wrong it’s tough to live in the mha world as a quirkless person and of course it has its problems and restrictions, but that’s still a box that society provides for, even if the society in question doesn’t like it. 

And I'm not saying that Izuku had to live through a terrible life to understand the villains!  Just that, he has the capacity to look outside himself and be empathetic, but the application of it is lacking, despite knowing there’s problems, despite having LIVED with some of those problems. Extrapolate, boy!!!! You don't need empathy to reach out to others but the whole compassionate/kind Midoriya thing has been touted since the beginning! So I want to see it!

(Not sure how much sense this will make to people, but there’s a maturity that comes about with either time or certain circumstances that can be hard to grasp unless you’ve lived through it.  And quite frankly, Midoriya hasn’t. He went from a perfect/acceptable victim to the top tier of society (heroes).)

(Basically: Midoriya never **matured in the restrictive environment he grew up in and can't emotionally connect with the league who did, because of that. Instead he seems to have internalized the "if they were better" or "if they were truly good" then there wouldn't be a problem because just look at his classmater!, so villains being villains is their own fault and no one else is culpable.)

**centers on the idea that someone starts off as hopeful in regards to their discriminated position in life and over time matures to understand how society supports that discrimination and come to terms with the hurt that it's caused them personally (and in this case to fight back against it)

also, if you made it this far, i'm just having a fun time reading codenamesazanka's posts about the latest chapters

[s0fter-sin]

if this isn’t present mic coded i don’t know what is

[asurrogateblog]

its interesting to me where the dividing lines of music cultures are. I feel like classic rock people mingle with the folk rock people mix with the prog rock people and we all more or less speak the same language despite our differences in aesthetic tastes. but then. the grateful dead is like. its own whole thing. a very distinct, very separate, Whole Thing. logically speaking I know I have much in common with your average deadhead, and yet, I have absolutely no idea how to interact with this genre of person. you see I don't think you become a fan naturally. they just spirit away whoever wanders off too far at the music festival and the next time you see them they're wearing a full length tie-dye skirt and selling smoking pipes in the shape of toadstools

[saym0-0]

i could crossover my two separate sfth/spg crossover aus. nobody could stop me.. (its in the tags)

[dark-elf-writes]

Hojo half-sibling au but cloud already been fucking gen before seph know he have a brother. Just for the lol.

It all started so simply — which, looking back at it, should have been Cloud’s first and largest red flag. Nothing in his life was ever anything other than complicated. He was “that Strife boy”, Nibelheim’s town bastard, almost an entire town’s dirty little secret.

(Not his mom’s though. Never his mom’s. She would always press a kiss to his crown of spikes that was so much like her own and tell him that he was her wonder. A gift from the gods themselves.)

But it all started so simply…

It started with a mandatory paternity test as a part of joining the SOLDIER program.

Getting to SOLDIER hadn’t been so simple. That had begun with an unlikely friendship between Zack Fair and some poor trooper with unfortunate amounts of motion sickness. Zack, upon hearing about Cloud’s dream to be in the program and his numerous failures at doing so, had thrown himself into helping Cloud train for the next exam.

“That’s what friends do, spikey!”

Hand to hand, sword work, physical conditioning, even materia… or, well, Zack had tried to teach Cloud Materia to… some success which had in turn led to the second complication.

Genesis had stumbled upon their training one day just in time to see Cloud blast Zack back with a spell that shouldn’t be able to do that yet again and had all but claimed Cloud as his own.

“Artificial materia has a different concentration of mako, dearest,” He had said, running the back of gloved fingers over Cloud’s cheek. “And your exposure to mako from living in a place so dense with it has changed you too. Try this instead.” He had slotted a new orb of materia, naturally formed and from his own collection no less, into Cloud’s borrowed bracer like he was sealing a wedding vow.

(And knowing Genesis as well as he did now, that was probably not far off the mark. The dramatic bastard had claimed to have fallen in love from the moment he first saw Cloud “knock the puppy on his ass even with those terribly mis matched materia”, and Genesis Rhapsodos was nothing if not determined when it came to getting what he wanted.

Still, Cloud couldn’t deny that it was nice to be wanted for once… just like he couldn’t deny that Genesis was a skilled teacher both on the mats and in his bedroom where he had Cloud seeing the goddess herself when he did that thing with his fingers.)

But a paternity test made sense, in a way. Cloud had said he never knew his father, and since he was now officially a SOLDIER third, he would start getting attention. Considering how much he looked like his mother, it wouldn’t be a leap to assume people might start coming out of the woodwork to make claims, and such a scandal would look bad for Shinra in the long run. It… probably also didn’t help that Cloud looked enough like Rufus and Lazard that rumors had already begun to spread of another Shirna bastard.

But the results had not been the simple answer.

Nor had they been the slightly more complicated one that, while annoying, would have made a strange sort of sense considering how he looked and proximity to the Shinra manor.

No, Cloud’s results were so complicated that the poor tech that had been running the tests had so so three times to be sure.

And then Cloud was angry. Angry that his mother had been left alone with no money to support her. Angry he had grown up hated by an entire village because some bastard couldn’t be bothered to stick around. Angry that the truth had been under his nose the whole time and he had never seen it.

He had snatched the results from the poor tech and stomped his way to the private lab in the center of the Science Department hardly noting the flustered scientists and techs trying to stop him through the red haze in his mind. The locked door didn’t stand a chance against the mastered fire materia Genesis had gifted him for making it through his training, melting straight through the lock so Cloud could kick the door inwards.

He didn’t notice the second person in the room as he hurled the file of results at a rather unimpressed face. Didn’t care.

“Nice to meet you, dad,” Cloud all but spit between clenched teeth.

Hojo didn’t do much as blink. If anything he shrugged. “Ah. The control group.”

Cloud didn’t remember trashing the lab. Didn’t remember the too familiar face at his side that helped him do it. He did however remember the aftermath with his head in his hands and the Silver General himself awkwardly patting his back as he had a complete mental breakdown.

“It’s what brothers are supposed to do… isn’t it?” Sephiroth had said like to made all the sense in the world. Like any of this made fucking sense.

Cloud Strife had gone from no father to one that saw him as an experiment in all of twenty minutes and now his childhood idol who was actually his half brother was trying to comfort him. It was too much. He needed a drink. He needed a fucking cigarette. He needed —

“Genesis,” He murmured, all but scrambling for his PHS to send off a message. If anyone could make it all make sense it was Gen, or at least, Gen would stand beside him as he burned the world to the ground. Either way, all Cloud wanted at that moment was something that made sense.

Unfortunately, that single word had made Sephiroth recognize exactly who Cloud was other than “some new recruit” or perhaps “Zack’s friend” and his green eyes narrowed as this hands that had been awkwardly patting him tightened possessively.

“You’re the trooper that is dating Genesis.” It wasn’t a question. Sephiroth didn’t wait for an answer. “Genesis slept with my brother.”

And then Cloud Strife’s life became very complicated all at once.

[creatureprofessor]

as much as it pains me to say it. timothée chalamet would make a compelling Quint Verginix.

[vio1315]

If you could shoot a beam and influence multiple people into getting into one story (book/show/game ect.) of your choice what would it be?

I already put my all into doing this for Marble Hornets by inviting any of my followers to my annual rewatch every single year

But let's think of a different one

Older Zelda games are still popular enough that I don't need to

Kagepro is a very specific thing that most people couldn't get into (though if I could make all the fans of it read the light novels, maybe that I would do)

Should I drag people into Kingdom Hearts for real? Should I hurt people that way?

I guess I have to pick A Separate Peace. It's my lowest success rate of anything despite being my favorite book.

It's so in my niche

[justyourtypicalwriter]

Why do I wanna put littles au #2 Kenny in this

[c-is-for-circinate]

The FF7 College AU is just the most 'no plot, all vibes' AU ever, and the entire vibe is just standing on the edge of the dorm roof, hollering "THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN AT THE CLUB!!!!" at the top of your lungs to the entire cast.

[icharchivist]

In order for girl time to continue, Cloud is hereby promoted to the rank of girl

this is Wall Market all over again, Cloud is used to it by now. Honorary girl time (for that one time Cloud took one for the team and crossdressed to make sure a pervert doesn't land his hands on the girls). The whole point of Cloud now is to stand around while the girls are actually girling.

[cicidraws]

ppl really like to assume what im doing/feeling/am/motivations on a regular basis.

[lykos-with-a-gun]

heaven

[gothfield-official]

So like she made a really really really detailed “joke” about how she would gaslight my friend if she got a little upset over the door being unlocked. And like it so detailed. Stage directions. How the situation would go down, how my friend would apologize, how she’d lord it over them. Like. I think she was bragging about abusing them straight to our faces??? Idk how to address this it’s been keeping me up at night.

[screampied]

34+35 𝜗𝜚

❤︎ sum. can you stay up all night? fuck him ‘till the daylight, 34 + 35? nanami kento, ijichi kiyotaka, geto suguru, choso kamo, gojo satoru, sukuna ryomen, toji fushiguro

warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, 69, manhandling, ass-obsessed men, true form! sukuna, fíngering, mirror séx, squírting, riding ijichi’s glasses, cunnīlingus, bjs, spanks, riding their tongues, praise, implied marathons, sukuna’s stomach tongue, overstim, pússydrunk men, messy eating, milking them, breedīng mentions, dirty talk, petnames.

✩ ˛˚ . IJICHI KIYOTAKA

“oh,” ijichi would gulp, basking in your slick glory that’s located between your cracked thighs. you’re arched over, holding your hips up while he laid flat on his back against the bed. as a mere taunt, you wriggle your ass against his face and you hear a small gasp depart from his thinly-parted lips. “ ‘s this position comfortable for you, m’ love?”

“mhmhm,” you’d hum, wrapping a hand around his vein-covered cock. from all girthy sides and angles, its decorated with prominent veins that prodded solely at the way your thumb rubbed against his tender foreskin. it even had a cute ‘lil curve on the side. “don’t be shy, ‘jichi. i’ll just be down here.”

with a teasing, sweet shimmy of your hips, your sloppy cunt ends up imprinting against ijichi’s squared glasses lenses. beforehand, he asked if he should take them off but oh, you insisted for him to keep them on.

right then, you moaned, feeling his tongue give your dripping folds a few flicks before he pushed the metal bridge back up his nose. “s- so pretty,” he’d murmur huskily, groaning mellowly once he felt the tip of your tongue slither around his ruby-colored tip. he’s still so sensitive, and ijichi squeezed the left cheek of your ass before giving it a soft sharp smack. “mngh- keep . . keep doin’ that, m’love. use your tongue like that ‘n ride against my- hah- face, fuck-”

it’s barely been a few seconds and ijichi’s already rendered completely speechless. as you arched your back over the top of his chest, he had a clear 20/20 vision of your dripping, glistening pussy steamily clouding his eyesight. with your panties lazily shoved to the side, he slides a thumb down your already pulsating clit that’s thump thump thumping.

“o… oh, wow,” he breathes shakily, guiding his thumb more up toward your sticky, dripping cunt. as ijichi was buried between your thighs, he was already feeling his mouth starting to water like a dog. it takes him a bit to actually find your clit, but when he does - you let off a sweet mewling sound that could easily pass for a harmony.

up close, your pussy was just so so pretty. in an erotic, carnal way - it even resembled a flower. his thumb softly pulled at the flap of your folds and you moaned, feeling his lukewarm tongue slickly dip its way inside. “am i doing this right?”

“you’re doin’ perfect, ijichi,” you moaned, making sure to lather your dripping tongue all over his darkly-red tip. he sucked in a short-winded breath beneath you, using his other hand to tug on his unkempt tie. his breathy, shallow pants aired against your cunt and you bit your lip, wriggling your slick core more swiftly against his face. “use your tongue a little more and- and, don’t be shy to be a little nasty.”

nasty.

ijichi’s ears perked, and he felt his dick twitch instantly in the palm of your hand. as you started to gradually fit his length inside of the cozy warmth of your mouth, he sighs deeply.

“okay-” he grunts, dragging your hips back just a bit more. your pussy wetly slides over the bridge of his nose before landing back on his compressed lips. he’s already starting to spasm with you on top of him, and ijichi’s now slurping your pussy. every few seconds, you’d feel the cold square lenses of his glasses tickle against your folds. “mngh-” he moans, feeling you cup a hand over his swollen base. they felt so full, and you hummed with a slight smile, just imagining how much of a load he was probably hiding.

you covered your teeth with your lips as you continued to go down - lapping up any glittery drop of saliva that spewed down the sides of his heavy cock. “mhm,” you muffled a sweet moan, hollowing your cheeks while feeling his tongue hungrily strum its way back ‘n forth against your g-spot.

it makes you shudder for a second, and you almost slip off another moan. ijichi was loudly moaning the entire time though, and he couldn’t help it.

it was just the way your tongue steadily glided its way down one of his veins before you popped your mouth back up to his tip was an echoing pop. while you continued, you brought your hands down toward your bare breasts before giving them a soft squeeze.

instantaneously, ijichi’s dark hooded eyes trailed down just for a quick peek and he murmured out a shaky, ‘oh f- fuck,’ once he saw you cupping your pretty tits whilst bobbing your head up and down on his curved shaft. “y- you’re so hot,” he huffed, dragging a hand through his neatly-gelled hair. “i’m not gonna… last m’love, not when you’re moving your pretty ass against my glasses like t- this.”

“didn’t say you could stop eating, ‘jichi.” you briefly popped his crowned tip from your slick-coated lips, steadying your rocky hips against his face. behind you, you heard him let off a throaty groan before his tongue tenderly flicked at your clit thrice. the gluey sap that dripped from your folds perfectly decorated a good portion of his lips, and that’s when ijichi started to pant even more.

“ ‘m sorry, f- fuck,” he whines between your legs, feeling your lips wrap back ‘round his aching length. taut gripping fingers tug at your perk ass before he’s rolling his tongue everywhere, feeling the sticky fog of your pussy cling against the lens of his prescription glasses. “ ‘m gonna cum. can’t hold-”

with a small smile, you whispered out a small, “go ahead,” before teasingly guiding the tip of your lukewarm tongue down his veiny cock. pants of pleasure surged through every part of ijichi’s body, and while his tongue was still buried inside of your clit, he finally releases. his wet lips were all glossy and raw-bitten as he pursed them, letting off a hoarse moan before his neck fell limp against his pillow. “t- that’s it, let go for me, baby.”

when ijichi came - he came hard.

his tip erupted like a volcano, remnants of his creamy mess spouting down your hand so warmly like hot magma. within an instance, you slowly traced your tongue around his leaking tip whilst letting off a content hum at his tangy taste. “ugh-” he swallows, feeling his limp body beneath you stiffen. ijichi was shaking while you continued to slither your wet tongue over his sensitive frenulum. “your tongue alone might just hah- make me propose, sweetheart.”

as your brows came together, you brought his leaking tip back away from your lips before turning around, and facing him. “oh?” you sweetly quipped, pressing both palms on his wrinkled business shirt. “well, are you?”

“maybe,” he breathes roughly, and you slip off a gasp once he suddenly spins you around, making you fall flat back against your chest. ijichi stares at your backside before pouting, re-adjusting his glasses whilst pressing his face close to your dripping pussy. “ahem, but first-” he clears his throat, and you moaned once he languidly slipped his thick ring finger inside of your folds, watching it disappear.

“l- let me practice my proposal, m’love.”

✩ ˛˚ . TOJI FUSHIGURO

“ah, c’mere,” toji grunts, dragging your hips back. callused, stubby fingertips softly pierce into the plush flesh of your hips before he positions you. instinctively, you raise your hips while getting a straight view of toji’s hard bulge poking through his denim-blue boxers. “park that pretty pussy, atta girl.” and you moaned, feeling the flatness of toji’s smooth tongue greet your drooling cunt with a starving wet lick.

as you looked in front of you - oh, he’s fucking hard.

your hand wrapped around his thick cock before you shyly flicked your tongue over his slit. gruffly, toji grumbles lowly beneath you before he uses two big hands to spread your cute squirming ass apart.

at the sound of a slick wet ‘pft’ - you gasped, feeling toji’s saliva abruptly trickle down. as you choked back whimpers, you delicately rubbed a thumb down his veiny shaft before gingerly sinking him into your mouth.

“fuuuck, that’s it, baby girl,” toji groans against your dripping heat, playfully capturing your clit with his teeth for a split second before releasing. toji was always nasty and he had no shame at all. he was always an eater and you and him both knew that.

slimy, glittery spit cascades down your puffed slit the more he continued to devour you. “work that fuckin’ throat like you always know how to do, mhm,” and you’re already drooling from the corners of your mouth as both of your cheeked puffed out from how full it was.

his cock’s just stupidly fat - it’s got a hanging curve of its own as it leaned, and his thick girth that prodded against the inside of your cheeks had you short-circuiting within seconds. every time you felt toji’s tongue sloppily zigzag its way through your cunt like a maze, your back arched further.

“ngh-” you’d let off a muffled mewl, trying to keep your focus in front of you. as your left palm continued to twist around toji’s hardened cock, your head finally started to bobble after a while. he’s underneath you the entire time, sliding his burly arms toward your thighs before teasingly pulling you closer to his starving mouth.

“awh, wish you could see how much of a crybaby you are right here between yer legs, sweet girl,” toji rasps, dragging his tongue across his lips before feeling you already starting to dampen his patchy stubble. “sooo damn wet for me that she’s cryin’ little crocodile tears,” he snickers, dipping his long tongue inside of your cunt only to snatch it right back out. your legs trembled over toji’s face and he lowly laughed against your pussy, giving it a cocky pat. “so cute.”

“s- shiiit, toji,” you drawled out a sobbing whine, wetly popping his reddish-shaded tip out of your mouth. it’s loud, reverbing briefly through the four walls of your shared apartment before your toes promptly clenched. “ ‘m gonna fuckin’ cum, your t- tongue’s so d-”

as toji grabbed your hips, making you sit flat on his face, he grumbled against your soddened pussy. “not deep enough? yeah, i agree. hold still,” and you audibly gasped - much louder this time once his tongue expanded further inside you.

strands of his matted black hair tickled against you as he lolled his tongue against your salivating heat again and again ‘till you could practically taste your candied release. you’re rocking against his mouth as you still face the other way, moaning once his fingerprints harshly dug into the fat of your tender flesh. “ride it.”

“ride wh-”

“girl you heard me,” toji smacks his lips, hoarsely swatting a palm against your ass before taking a second to collect air in his raspy lungs. “ride it.”

you knew what he meant the second you heard him slip off a lewd ‘ah.’ toji’s tongue laid flat, and he held up your rickety hips from his face for just a moment before you prepared a sharp breath.

“o- okay,” you pressed your glossed lips together, slowly lowering your ass back down against his mouth. from nose to chin - oh, toji’s face was just smeared with your glimmering slick. it adds a sort of lewd shine to his face, and you caught a slight peek of it from craning your head back.

the creaking bed beneath you both seismically shook, its impact almost equivalent to an earthquake with the way your aching hips rocked and rocked over toji’s mouth. he’s got his pink tongue rolled out flat whilst he’s baring his verdant-green eyes into the rotating flesh of your ass. “mhm,” he gifts the right cheek of your ass a stinging mean slap, dragging out a sweet pitiful whimper from your lips.

a wave of rapture cascades down your veins as you twirl your hips ‘round, already spasming from his sloppy elongated slurps. you slid the tip of your tongue down his length whilst your free hand started to reverse its wet twists around his cock. “yeaaah, girl. use that.. hah- tongue.”

as a bit of your saliva poured from your droopy lips, you whimpered - feeling toji’s teeth softly nibble at your clit. he’s ruthless, using both hands to sprawl your ass apart wider before trailing his tongue up to lap near your neglected hole. your back remained arched as he slurped you clean, making sure the tip of his salivating tongue prodded through every wet part of your convulsing pussy. but after a few seconds, your body had about just enough.

you squealed, feeling yourself writhe on his flicking tongue while your vision temporarily turned into nothing but splotches of white. “f- fuuuck,” you’d drag out, gasping once your release finally came. it slams into you at full force, and your jaw tensed. you could still hear toji’s slick hungry slurps from behind you, and that’s when your legs cutely collapsed. “tojiiiii, toji-” and all you could babble out with his name as your weak hand still wrapped around his hardened cock.

“tsk,” he clicks his tongue, sliding a fat thumb down your pulsating clit before darting his tongue down your weeping opening. you moaned, feeling the edge of his scarred lips smear itself against your pussy and you could also feel the stretching grin growing across his lips as he stayed beneath your numbed legs. “poor thing. my girl’s just about had it, hm?”

and once he heard you cutely flop on the cushioned mattress, toji sits up, licking your slick clean from his now sheeny lips. “aw, my tongue too much for you?” he huskily utters, leaning his head down, kissing near the top part of your slobbering cunt. even still - you were shaking, fluttering from the after effects of his maddened tongue, and yet, you only wanted more.

toji raised a brow, seeing you suddenly arch your back again before using two fingers to spread your wet folds apart in front of him. while were still silently whimpering out cute ‘lil pleads of his name, you did a cute shimmy of your ass as if you were saying, ‘more.’ “dirty girl. teasing me with my favorite meal’s only gonna do so much.”

toji then rubs the entirety of his palm against your tepidly-hot pussy before softly pushing your head back into your fluffed pillow. “but fine, just keep that pretty ass up for me while i fuckin’ eat.”

✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU

satoru drinks it just like water, saying it tastes just like candy.

if it was anything about him though, it was that he’s almost always had a sweet tooth all his life - but he had to admit, there wasn’t anything sweeter than his pretty ‘lil wife who gets a little too handsy when the little ones are spending the weekends at their grandparents.

with his blindfold still on, he’s got you frantically squirming over his naturally-smirking mouth while both hands deeply gripped onto the jiggling flesh of your ass. “s- satoru,” you’d sob out a sweet gasping whimper, feeling his wry tongue crawl its way through every nook and cranny of your dripping cunt. on your own, you’re effortlessly making the bed shake with your quaky tremors and it was just so cute. “sato- fuuck.”

“you’re slidin’ again, angel,” he murmurs against your pussy, and he’s just nose-deep. the tip of satoru’s nose was wet, as well as his chiseled chin that was just prettily shining all thanks to your slick. you leaned forward, glancing down at his flushed tip that was still spilling tiny droplets of pre from all plump sides. “mngh- don’t just stare, silly girl. you can hah- give it a little kiss while i eat-”

as you’re still allowing harmonic whines to pour from the cracks of your lips, you brought your glossed lips up to the head of his cock. satoru’s happily buried between your thighs, hungrily delving his tongue in ‘n out of your cunt with such bestial haste.

“oh, my goddd,” you bit your lip, bringing a hand to wrap around his length. slipping out your tongue, you slowly rolled it around his tip in hypnotizing circles, feeling him shiver beneath you. he gives your ass a playful smack, the visible recoil of your skin causing him to groan against your pussy. “m- mhm, don’t stop, ‘toru.”

the bed beneath you both shook so much that it was easy for one to mistake it for an earthquake. with the way you fiercely rocked your hips against his mouth in such an addicting motion, satoru’s starting to moan right with you.

“good girl, use those pretty hips uh huh,” and you felt his lips suddenly depart for a second before feeling something else. as satoru’s recollected shallow airy breaths, he prods the tip of his lanky middle finger against your sobbing pussy. “real question is, is she gonna be a good wet girl ‘n open up a liiiittle more for me?”

as your lips wrapped around satoru’s cock, you let off a muffled moan once his digit started to vanish inside of your squeezing cunt. your tummy heaved, gasping silently at the tender feeling while barreling such a looong finger inside. your tongue swiped its way across his sweet-tasting tip before you started to quicken your pants.

“phew,” satoru ogles intently, staring as you kept your sprawled legs apart. he watched closely as you instantly clenched around his finger, dampening his digit within minutes. your pussy even squelched out wet little sounds of its own, and he can’t help but softly rub his thumb down your puffed clit. “guess she can. my wet wifey can just about do anything when she’s soaking for me, hmm.”

“mmngh-” you moaned, both of your legs shaking once he dipped his same finger right back out. satoru licks it clean before lolling his desirable pink tongue right back out. your mouth’s full, and you’re trying to maintain focus but failing every passing second.

satoru spreads your ass apart, shamelessly slurping your pussy as he felt the cute ‘lil pulses tickle his tongue. whilst he’s shamelessly devouring you whole, his pretty white lashes remain closed for the time being. you were spasming on his mouth as you continued to take him in your mouth.

but right then, satoru flutters his eyes open, pulling his blindfold up from his face like they another pair of your lacey panties. he snickers, using his technique to know you were just about there. “uh oh,” he murmurs, staring at the slick that’s just mindlessly dripping down your pussy. “something’s tellin’ me that my wife’s about to make a little mess.”

with a ‘pop’ - his dick departs from your lips and you inhale a breath, whimpering at the sudden pressure threatening to finally reach its peak. “satoru, something’s coming-” you mewled pathetically, reaching a hand back to grab at his unkempt white tresses. instinctively, his head leans further against your cunt and he huskily chuckles. “ ‘m gonna cum.”

“oh, i know,” he mumbles, luminous cerulean eyes fixating its gaze between your quaking thighs directly above him. satoru grabs at your doughy ass before sliding a finger back inside of your cunt again.

“go ‘head then,” and his voice was so deep - a lot silkier this time. you moaned, feeling another finger curl its way inside and he’s just slowly scissoring both digits inside of your soddened pussy. “c’mon angel, give it to me. you got it girl, riiide it all out on my tongue, mhm-”

at the low, husky cooing of his words - your pretty pitching orgasm rings through his ears.

right as you ended up squirting, you couldn’t stop the sweet little squeal that ran away from your trembling lips.

your teeth-shattering release loosens your shoulders before you whimpered, choking on your whimpers whilst you still felt him darting his tongue down your sappy entrance. “satoru, f- fuck, fuckk,” you’d trill whimperingly, continuing to feel him sloppily scrape his hot tongue through the outskirts of your pussy. “thankyouthankyou-”

“aw, you’re welcome,” satoru mumbles, noticing the slick moisture that was starting to stick down against your legs. your body still shook over him violently, and as you’re trying to recover from your recent finish, satoru gives your drooling cunt a kiss.

he even pats your wet folds with the back of his blindfold before giving your pretty pussy its last and final sloppy kiss.

“nice to hear my pretty girl’s still got manners at least heh.”

✩ ˛˚ . CHOSO KAMO

“princess,” choso sat up from between the sprawled heat of your thighs. as he licked his upper lip, from top to bottom, it was practically smeared with your shimmery essence. he’s been eating you out for hours probably, and with a glance out the window, it was already turning daylight. you looked down at him, still struggling to catch ragged, deep breaths before meeting his lust-filled gaze. choso gives your clit a single wet kiss before sheepishly grinning. “i wanna try 96. i saw it online and-”

“96?” you smiled, giving his head a soft pat. “don’t you mean 69?”

choso huffs, sitting up to lean into you. “yeah yeah, same thing,” and he brings his needy, hungry lips to yours. you returned the kiss, curling your tongue ‘round his while his cherry-mint taste exploded against your buds. “can we try?”

“okay-” you smiled against his lips. choso moaned once you playfully flicked his chest, making him flop back against the satiny-black sheets. he pulled your hips back toward his face while you wrapped a hand around his thick cock. it’s tip had a nice dark red shade, and he was still oozing a bit of pre-cum from just tasting you.

you arched your back at the most perfect angle, letting off an airy, mewl gasp once you felt his shallow breath of air against your cunt. already, choso felt himself salivating at the mouth once he single-handedly spreads your pussy with his thumb.

“oh… oh,” his expression goes slyly timid, and he even leans in to give your pussy a wet kiss. “you’re so pretty over me like this.” he whispers, watching the strings of slick messily stick onto its lips.

lazily, choso slouched back against the tottering bed frame before he wrapped an arm around your torso. he’s tenderly soft, aligning his parched mouth with your cunt as his tongue swiped its way against your clit. “m- mhm, just like that,” your voice shook, feeling his smoky breath glue against your skin.

choso was still in his boxers, and your brows curiously knit together - noticing his visible bulge that was damn near painfully poking through the cottony fabric. you arched your back just a little more, leaning in close before licking around the fat print of his bulge.

you could’ve sworn his dick twitched the second your tongue trailed itself over the fly part of his boxers. “p- princessss,” he hisses, reluctantly breaking away from your cunt to glance down at you. since you were turned the other way, he couldn’t really see much of you like he initially wanted and it made him pout. “don’t be a tease.”

“ask nicely then, baby.” you softly uttered, sliding a thumb down toward the gusset part, guiding it slightly up near the upper middle. it’s just poking out, and you could see a bit of a dampening dark-grey spot where his tip prodded at behind the fabric. choso grunts, feeling you cutely wriggle your ass against his face before he deeply sighs.

“f… fine,” he grits his teeth, dragging poised fingers down each of your wobbly thighs. “please just-” he swallows, feeling his boxers grow tighter after each nanosecond that passed. the air around him felt so hot, and he already knew he was leaking a bit of pre-cum just by your intimidating proximity.

fuck.

“please, pretty please,” choso goes back to lapping his tongue against your slick cunt, eating a sweet gasp from you. “pull my boxers down ‘n… do whatever, please, just make me mmh- feel good, princess.”

“good boy,” you mumbled, using a hand to spring out his thick cock. choso whined from your feverishly hot touch as he felt the edge of your dripping tongue skim its way around the crowned head. his tip’s a fiery blushing red, and as he presents a single kiss to your clit — he shudders underneath you. you use a thumb to rub over his slit before using a palm to wrap over his veiny cock. “mhm, how’s it feel?”

with both bodies against each other rhythmically moving in delayed sync, choso slipped off a strained whimper. “so good, s- so good, princess,” and his blurbs of whines get caught in between your cunt once he purses his swollen lips together. you moaned once choso latched his lips against your sticky pussy, giving your honeyed folds a needy, long slurp.

you brought your same thumb behind the head of his cock, slowly massaging it before lapping your tongue around a bit of his foreskin. underneath you, you heard choso’s breath get caught in his throat and it was quite cute how he forgot to breathe for a second. “more, more-”

“more please.”

“more… please.” choso repeats after you, damn near falling in love once he feels the sloppy reverse of your hand that’s softly twisting at his cock. you rocked your hips over his face as you continued, allowing a bit of shimmery spit to fall from your lips and dribble onto the crown of his plump shaft.

“m- mistress,” he hiccuped, feeling your hot mouth vacuum each side of his cock before giving his tip a slurping wet suck. “i mean mommy,” he moans again, feeling his lips quiver once he feels you licking near his tender frenulum. “i- fuck.”

you giggle at his stammering, dragging your tongue down a prominent vein that runs down the left side of his dick. choso’s running a hand through his matted black strands before he digs the top row of his teeth in his bottom lip. “you gonna cum for me, ‘cho?”

“yeah, ‘m gonna fuckin’ cummm,” he nods, staring down at the slick sides of your thighs that were just dripping with your wet mess.

choso couldn’t help but run his tongue down at the trail he created, happily relishing in your flavor before he felt himself about to burst - literally.

choso swirled his tongue inside of your pussy in exaggerated, tight circles ‘till you started to feel your legs trembling. he moans at the sight of you wriggling your ass against his face, and he even prods a thumb against your twitching clit that continuously pulsed from the numbing stimulation. “make me cum, yeah- make me f- feel good, pleaseplease-”

he continued to babble against your slick folds until he eventually came, shooting milky-white stripes of cum that messily sprayed against your hand. he’s shaking underneath you, moaning out your name in his raw hoarse voice before you started to lap the mess up.

“good hah- boy,” you breathed dryly, kissing all sides of his hooked cock. it just about fits in your palm perfectly, and he shuddered each time you toyed with his tender glands with the tip of your tongue. “did so good.”

“can you..” choso huffed weakly, a sheepish grin forming on his lips. you watched as his chest went up ‘n back down again while he was pawing clingy hands at both of your hips. you were about to turn around but he stops you, making you continue to face forward. “can you do t- that with your mouth again?” and choso aligns himself against your weeping pussy once more, coating your folds with a multitude of wet kisses.

“i think i like 96 now, h- heh.”

✩ ˛˚ . SUGURU GETO

geto’s a wild, untamed animal…

with him, he’ll leave you feeling sore for hours with all of your limbs feeling like they’re on the verge of falling right off. as he talked you through probably your third orgasm of the night, your knees buckled.

there was a long rectangular mirror that was propped up in front of you both too, mirroring every single coarse and filthy position he introduced your body to.

“f- fuuuck,” you whimpered, bringing your hips to a slowing halt as he was still buried deep inside of you. geto’s laid beneath you, staring at the ridden bouncy flesh of your ass grinding against his sharpened pelvis. his cock deeply dragged its way through your cunt, sloppily massaging your walls before you bit your lip. “fuck, sugu- ‘m still c- cumming-”

“i know,” he huffs, watching your limp body shake as your back turns the opposite way of him. your hands rested on his knees, and he couldn’t help but steal glimpses at your ass that swayed itself against him. “and i want a taste.” swiftly, he lifts you, spinning you around before pulling your legs back. you moaned, feeling his spit-glossed lips decorate a path of kisses down your tepid thighs.

dark, lust-filled eyes studied your jerking movements before he positioned you to align your ass to hover over his face.

you sucked in a windy breath, feeling geto’s tongue wetly flicks its way against your pussy and you quickly craned your head to look at him, only to feel his palm whack against your ass.

“ah, ahhh- eyes on the pretty girl up front,” geto gruffly reminds you, slightly turning your head to stare at the reflection of yourself in his propped up mirror. “all you need to worry about is keepin’ this pretty ass up for me.”

“but-”

“but-” he mocks your tone, surprising your cunt with a wet kiss, causing you to whimper. geto unapologetically spits against your glistening heat before lapping it right back up again, circling the pad of this thumb ‘round your pulsating clit. “but nothing, have some manners, sweetheart. you’ve done enough talking for the night,” and geto hums, dipping his thumb inside of your cunt with ease before gluing his lips against your core once more. instantly, slippery squelches wetly sing from between your legs and you whine, glancing at yourself in the mirror. “but she’s always got something to add, cute.”

while geto’s occupied by being between your thighs, your eyes land down at his cock. and oh, was it always so, so pretty.

his tip had a bit of a tan, and before you knew it, your spit-dribbling lips were already wrapping ‘round his fat length. “mmhhm-” you moaned, swirling your tongue over one of the many veins that prodded down his cock. he’s still got his lips latched to your pussy, rummaging the pointed tip of his tongue through every convulsing orifice ‘till you damn near screamed all three pretty syllables of his name.

in his mind, you looked ethereal like this - bent over and arched on all fours.

every time you squirmed, he sucked harder against your cunt and you were at a loss for words every time. “my tongue, pretty girl,” geto grumbles, clawing a hand at your right ass cheek. he sharply spanks it twice, hearing your sweet mewling sobs in front of him before he hoarsely groans. “fuckin’ ride on it for me, ‘m so thirsty.” and you let off muffled noises of your own, rolling your hips back. as geto’s tongue stayed lolled out, your pussy ferociously dragged itself against the flatness of his tongue.

his tastebuds never felt so hot. you moaned, feeling the middle of his tongue curls itself back before laying flat again.

you whimpered, using a hand to stroke his veiny cock while you continued to messily bob yourself up ‘n down. you’re even sloppy yourself, feeling the slippery beads of saliva pour from the corners of your lips.

after each slurp, his cock moderately grows in your mouth. “mmngh-” you moaned with your lashes momentarily shut, feeling his tip abruptly slap its way against the roof of your mouth. within minutes, your chin was starting to shine with your saliva and you only wanted more.

“that’s my girl, fuck,” geto groans against your pussy that drenched him from his nose to his pointed chin. with two clammy hands, geto pulls your hips back a bit once he watches you squirm. immediately, your hips buckled and flopped against his chest with his dick still keeping the left inside of your cheek company. “mmgh-”

minutes pass with you still taking geto’s hefty cock in your mouth with his lips still greedily attached to your cunt. the both of you came at an overwhelming high so fast that you could almost taste your orgasmic finish on the tip of your tongue. as geto continued to lap at the remnants of dripping saliva that tried to pour down your slit, he’s feeling his shaft tighten by the second. not even a nanosecond passed before a raw, throaty groan leaves from him.

“oh, f- fuck,” he stammers, and he’s cumming - hard, aiming straight at the back of your throat. his hips fiercely piston along with your own hips madly shaking over his laid-out tongue.

it’s got a bitterly sweet tang that makes you hum, feeling geto moderately pour his mess inside your mouth. you softly twisted his veiny length with one hand before lewdly popping his dick from between your slickly-wet lips.

“mhm,” you hummed, still panting as you took a second to swallow. geto was literally melting underneath you, and he had to keep pushing away the sticky black strands that glued to his forehead. “suguru-”

“damn,” he mumbles, a sleazy pussy-drunk grin plastered on his face. through the reflection of the mirror, you saw geto lay down, buried between your legs with both hands grabbing at each part of your ass. he laps his tongue up your glossed slit before giving your cunt a few open-mouthed kisses. “mhm, thank you.”

“for wh-”

“quiet, baby,” he hoarsely whispers, taking a few thick fingers down your puffy entrance. your back remained arched as you moaned, feeling the warmth of his breath tickle against your dewy core.

geto then sat up, reeling your hips back toward his face before spanking your ass for probably the nth time.

“give me just one more, ‘m still so hungry..”

✩ ˛˚ . SUKUNA RYŌMEN

continuously - sukuna’s snatched out multiple orgasms from you ‘till you could barely even mutter out audible, coherent words. he’s just so big, especially in his true form where the word 'stamina' was practically non-existent to him.

“you, get up here,” he slouched back against his throne as you were still heavily panting. you were sitting on his lap, still feeling that quavering shake between your legs after you finished riding him. “i wanna try somethin'.”

“okay-” you’d breathlessly sigh with droopy eyes. sukuna snickers behind you, and he eventually helps you up. brawny, beefy arms wrap ‘round you securely before suddenly, you find yourself upside down on his king-sized bed. your eyes enlarged to the size of saucers, and upon instinct, your hands grab onto his sprawled-out knees. “ ‘kuna, don’t drop me!”

“ ‘m not,” he rasps with an eye roll, spreading your feeble legs apart. a gust of balmy wind sets against your sloppy cunt and you whimpered. you could just feel the cold, sinister yet silent state of sukuna’s eyes focusing primarily between your legs. you’re still so wet, and he gives your drooling entrance a single kiss. “sit on my stomach, trust me.”

time stands still as you’re propped up just below sukuna’s chest with your body facing the opposite way. you tried to sit up, only for him to crisply slap a palm against your left ass cheek. “down, girl,” he snarled, and you gasped once you suddenly felt something appear and rub underneath your thighs — his stomach mouth - oh, you sometimes literally forgot he could create extra mouths on his body.

sukuna hums in carnal virility, bringing his forked stomach tongue towards your dripping opening before sloppily stealing the first wet lick.

you were oh-so-sweet, sweet as honey as he relished your glacé-tasting flavor. the moment sukuna used two hands to steady your hips, you moaned. the other two unoccupied hands went down, stretching the mouth on his stomach apart much wider while you took your seat on his ‘throne’ - his tongue.

the tongue wetly rolled itself out, delving inside of your pussy and it was just so careless. “f- fuuuck-” you whined, already bucking your hips against his ripped abdomen.

it was just so risqué.

sukuna was no stranger to eating you out but it was a lot different with his stomach tongue.

from the very pink tip, it’s drooling from your sweetened taste alone, and you’re already spasming. it’s so long too, and your eyes widened once you started to feel the delicious stretch of his tongue within no time.

“arch more for me, bend,” he gruffly murmured, trailing his crimson-red eyes down toward your squirming waist. you arch forward, staring at his dick in front of you and noticing how each prodding vein twitched through his skin. he sighed deeply, feeling your tongue lap its way against each prominent vein before he spanked your ass. “dirty girl, can’t help but get a taste too, hm?”

“suku-”

slap.

another loud spank interrupts you, and your trembly incoming words transform into a full-throated moan. you whimpered, still hearing the sloppy sloshes of your cunt as his stomach tongue continued. after another slap comes, the skin of your ass ricochet against his palm and you heard him groan from behind you. “fuck,” sukuna grumbles, compressing his pink brows together. your jolting body above him continued to writhe as the slimy tongue on his stomach continued to slide itself near your tender clit.

drops of shimmery dew pooled down your slit as you aligned your lips around his fat hefty cock. a glossy tear of pre-cum dribbles its way from his tip and you licked it instantly, humming at the bittersweet taste that clashes against your buds.

“mmgh, ‘kuna,” you moaned between greedy slurps, using a hand to grab near his full base. he groaned, feeling the tip of your thumb stroke down a prodding vein. his entire body from top to bottom was primarily decorated with his ancient markings and was now covered in glistening sweat.

“ ‘m not gonna hah- last,” you whimpered, gasping once you felt the forked tip of his lower stomach tongue repeatedly flicks its way at your sensitive nub. every languid pant you puffed out felt like it was going to be your last, and you were counting the seconds ‘till your sweet reverie would finally come.

“well yeah, you never do,” he grunts, feeling the wetness of your mouth linger over his plump cockhead.

sukuna’s domain was eerily quiet - except, the only sounds that could be heard were his extra tongue and your slick, sloppy squelches that reverbed through his royal chambers. he felt you cutely scooting yourself back ‘n forth against his stomach while you were partially taking him in his mouth. you tried, and you batted your lashes before moaning once you felt his dick twitch again against your wet tongue.

eagerly, your frantic hips buckled before you removed your naturally-glossed lips from his shaft, cutely craning your head back for a quick peek. “nosy little girl,” he reaches forward, slightly making you face forward. “nothing for you to see.”

you pout, facing the same way you were before as his tongue continued. quickly, your little pout turned into a more lewd look as your jaw started to drop. in milliseconds, your poor, empty brain was turning into mush as you felt all types of elation spike through your veins. “sukunaaa-” you whined, biting your lip once his stomach tongue ruthlessly stretched itself even more inside of you. you were grinding against his chiseled abdomen, feeling the sticky sap of your mess glue down your sprawled legs before you let off a yelping clamor. “i’m gonna-”

your sweet, belting words were interrupted by a gasp that ripped from your near-sounding hoarse windpipe. you slouched forward, feeling your poor legs grow limp as the tongue sloppily dragged a path near your hole before trailing back down towards your sopping pussy. you were speechless with half-open eyelids draping, barely holding themselves open.

“s- shit,” you whimpered through shaky lips, feeling your entire body reaching near its end. sukuna grabbed your hips, making you swirl your ass around his stomach one more time. “oh, my g- god.”

“hmph,” the demon grumbled, glancing down at his extra tongue that even licked the wet crevices of its mouth clean. you had a good portion of his stomach covered wholly with your lustrous slick, and within a second, the tongue retreated, flopping itself back into its mouth. “you could use a bit more training.”

“training?” you breathed, still feeling your legs tremble as a wind of fresh air forced its way out of your lungs. you slumped forward in defeat, whimpering silently as a prurient wave of static shock surged through your limp body.

sukuna snickers, lifting you before pulling you back up on his lap. “yeah, training,” he repeats roughly, and he suddenly sits himself up on his bed.

as he takes a three-second glance at your body with his rouge-colored eyes, sukuna spins you around. you slipped off a gasp, moaning once he started to bring your legs up. he brought one of his hands down toward your dripping pussy before giving it a soft pat. “we can start by working on your flexibility,” and you moaned, feeling sukuna’s lower arms lift you with his other set of arms squeezing at your bare breasts.

he’s aligning you over his cream-covered tip before you feel another tip poke its way against your inner thighs. you almost forgot how he could just duplicate any part of his body, and you already could just taste how stretched you were about to get.

“upsie-daisy,” he grunts, pulling you up with such strength before he gifts your wet pussy its second slap. you whimpered, babbling faint whines of his name before sukuna lightly nipped his fangs into the left side of your neck.

“mhm, fuck- now open up for your king like a good obedient girl.”

✩ ˛˚ . NANAMI KENTO

nanami groaned, intently eyeing the creamy-white mess that dribbled down the left side of his cock. “mmgh- sweetheart,” he swallows, dragging a hand through his neatly-parted blond hair. you moaned as you straddled him in his home office chair that squeaked each second you put your thighs to work. “wait a minute, bend over the desk for me, sweetheart.”

“okay.” humming sweetly, you removed yourself from his lap before leaning over his worn-down, groaning desk. nanami gnawed on his bottom lip as he slouched at his desk, bringing a thumb towards your stuffed cunt.

“now, look at thaaat,” he huskily utters, gradually trailing the tip of his pointer finger down your drooling slit. it’s probably been about the third time of the night that he’s stuffed you, and he grunts once he sees the cute ‘lil wriggle of your impatient hips. instantly, your ass jiggles and nanami brings a soft kiss to the right cheek of your ass. “get on the desk, my love. ‘m still a little thirsty.”

he helped position you on the desk with him laying flat back against the worn-out wooden furniture. you slumped over him, poking your ass just above his face with you facing the other direction.

“k- kentooo-” you whimpered, gasping once you felt his tongue already lapping at your glistening slick cunt. piles of nanami’s documents packets that scattered everywhere fell to the floor once you aligned yourself. you held back a whimper, feeling his tongue sloppily flick itself down your slick opening.

you moaned, feeling the cold band of his watch tickles its way against your skin. as you leaned forward, your spit-drooling lips wrapped their way around his scarlet red tip. “my, look at how it all just spills out,” murmured, feeling his dick twitch at the milky masses of cum that oozed down your sopping entrance.

once nanami brought his lips back toward your cunt, he wetly dips it inside before dragging it down to flick itself against each sensitive nerve stored inside you. “mhm, my pretty girl can’t help but taste so sweet when she’s filled to the brim.”

“f- fuck, ‘ken,” you’d dig the top row of your teeth down on your bottom lip, feeling and hearing him slurp up every ounce of molten pools of his cum drizzling down your clit. as you faced forward, you looked down at his veiny cock that stood tall.

nanami’s business slacks were pulled down, and your eyes couldn’t help but linger at his blond happy trail that decorated a good portion of his abdomen. “don’t s… stop-” you mewled, bringing your quivering lips toward his strawberry-colored tip.

with a single wet lick, you swirled the tip of your tongue ‘round the crown of his leaking head before pressing sloppy kisses near the bulky, veiny sides. nanami lets off a heady groan, slipping thick raw moans between your legs, and his lips were starting to glue against your wet pussy. as you started to take him into your mouth, nanami slips a thick middle finger in between your weeping folds.

“move yourself against my tongue, sweetheart, mhm.” he throatily whispers, using his other hand to bring a soft, teasing smack toward the left cheek of your ass. you leaned forward, whimpering once you felt your feverish cunt drag itself back and forth against the flatness of his salivating tongue.

nanami was a starved man, and he loved more than anything for you to quench his thirst with your sweet, honeyed taste.

like most times, he could barely fit inside, and once his bulbous-shaped tip hit against the roof of your mouth, you let off a muffled moan. your eyes prettily rolled way back at the feeling of both his thumb and tongue prodding inside of you.

“ ‘m s- so close, kento,” you whined, occasionally popping his tip from between your swollen lips every few seconds to speak. your hips cutely threw themselves back against his face, and nanami’s just effortlessly lapping up every glittery drop that trickled from your slit. “right there, fuck, fuck, please-”

“c’mon, sweetheart, be a good girl ‘n give it to me,” nanami airily gruffs, staring at his stringy webby globs of saliva that stuck against your cunt. he’s diving in face first, hungrily jackhammering his tongue in between your puffed folds continuously non-stop.

you couldn’t help but grind yourself back against his tongue while you kept bobbing your head.

the position alone was so crude, not to mention over his home desk - but nanami couldn't care less. he felt you starting to spasm and he hummed, bringing three wet kisses against your pulsing clit. once you loudly ‘popped’ his tip from your lips yet again, you started to whine out cooing little babbles and nanami sweetly cut you off, “shh, i know. where’s my wet girl? it’s okay, you got it, just let go for me. i’ll clean my messy girl riiight up, promise.”

callused, big hands tenderly spread your ass apart as you trembled above his body. the poor wooden desk the both of you laid on was creaking noisily. the old furniture sounded like it was pushing its limit as your thighs were tensing after each unpredictable swirl of his tongue.

a hot, pooling sensation curled its way inside of the lower pit of your stomach ‘till your eyes eventually crossed inward. “oh, f… fuuckk,” you whimpered sweetly, shuddering once you started to feel yourself violently convulsing on nanami’s flat tongue.

your euphorically elated release hits you roughly, slamming into your face first like a truck - and he’s still slowly guiding his tongue up ‘n down your glistening slick while you spasmed.

your senses were fully heightened as pretty inaudible whines drew from your lips. nanami’s blond brows knit together as he licked you clean, even grabbing his handkerchief from the small pocket of his casual dress shirt to wipe against his mouth.

“good girl…. my hah-good girl,” he purrs lowly, briefly sitting up to see you still perfectly arched over him. “heh, you know how to make a mess out of me,” and nanami gives your clit its final departing kiss before softly rubbing the silver band of his ring down your slippery folds.

for a split second, nanami’s browned eyes avert down towards your twitching pussy before he sees it still dripping with sap right before his eyes. he hums before playfully dragging your hips back toward his face, propping you right back on his mouth.

“but ah, don’t run now, silly girl. ‘m not done with you yet. work can wait, my wet wife can’t. now sit.”