#he is my slimy boy

[yourdearestaliengerbil]

Reader that bites their S/O

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Parings: GN! Reader x Sebastian, GN! Reader x Shane, GN! Reader x Sam, GN! Reader x Haley 

TW: A LOT of Biting, Suggestive Content

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-Sebastian

He's the type who probably started biting you first

Just so he can hear you yelp in surprise >:D

He'd come up behind you in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist before leaving a big bite mark on your shoulder before walking away in such a self satisfied way

When you're in bed together cuddling He'd place soft bites near your collarbone, whispering an 'I love you' after each one 

He tries to bite you anytime and anywhere he can

Definitely surprising anyone that witnesses it 

One time you visited Robin with Sebastian and he just- he just bit your shoulder right in front of his mom

She was shocked at it and began asking if you were okay before scolding Sebastian 

Let's just say he never bites you around her now

When you begin to bite back imagine his surprise

I feel like part of him would enjoy when you bite back so after you bit him he tries doing it more

-Shane

You always enjoyed biting others

There was something oddly satisfying about laying your claim on another and seeing them yelp in surprise or disgust

Shane didn't quite know this until the two of you got married

Seeing how you could see him all day if you wanted you ended up biting him A LOT

To him it felt like you had created a schedule for when you bit him 

You'd come home from whatever you were working on, bite him and maybe leave a kiss, then go back to work

He would always shoo you away when you bit him 

Not necessarily finding it gross but kind of embarrassing 

Despite that though he enjoys looking at the bite marks you leave upon him 

-Sam 

He adores you and anything you give him 

Even if what you give him a giant, wet, bite mark

Ew

Everytime you come up to him with your arms getting ready to encase his body he'll open up his arms first 

He always thinks you just want to cuddle when this happens, YOU DO NOT WANT TO CUDDLE

Instead you sit on his lap, nuzzling you face into his neck while he rests his chin on the top of your head

And then you attack

You lick at the tender of his neck causing him to let out a slight gasp 

Sinking your teeth in the place you just licked

He lets out a loud yelp and you can't help but giggle while observing the mark you left behind 

Then, as quickly as you came you leave. He still sits on the couch of your living room in shock 

-Haley

She doesn't really love when you bite her because you always leave your bites in the most revealing places!

She wants to wear a spaghetti strap dress? Well now she can't because you left all these bite marks on her shoulders!!!

Whenever you come and bite her she'll quickly try and wriggle out of your grip 

"Stop it! Everyone can see these, you know!" She yells while wriggling away from you. "That's the point," you reply with an eye roll. 

Dqespite her protests the both of you know that she actually enjoys them. She especially likes seeing them on her body in the mirror. 

Eventually she gets you to start leaving them in places no one can see like her inner thigh, her chest, or back.

Once you start leaving them in less revealing places she will willingly let you bite her when you want 

I'm still writing for Obey Me but I also thought it'd be cool to try writing for some other Fandoms so I hope you still enjoyed this :D

[feline-evil]

I am of the opinion that if you threw The Lobby Boy at the ceiling with enough force he would get stuck up there like one of those classic ooey gooey slimey-rubber toys. Sorry, Hotel's closed. Lobby boy got stuck on the ceiling and we can't get him down. Yeah. Yeah we think this is gonna be a whole week thing, we tried pulling him but he just got weirdly stretchy and it really creeped us out so we're just gonna wait for him to fall instead.

[smokbeast]

What is a prince without his crown, but a mask for his crowd?

[bylertruther]

the usage of tentacles in stranger things is so graphic lol like 🤨 i know what u are, bro(s)......

[moeblob]

Man. May I just say. I love how in this game it’s like “you have four suitors and three of them are the most repulsive men on the planet then you have this really energetic guy who wants you to step on him if he does anything bad BUT he’s trying his best”.

[aftermathing]

Genuinely don't understand the changes that studio ghibli made to Howl's Moving Castle. American Howl? A plane war? A BIRD MONSTER?? MARKL????????? THEY RENAMED MICHAEL? TO MARKLE???????

[poisoned-pearls]

I have ran out of patience and general okayness today bc of fucking traffic making me 30minutes late and other shit, but oh my god I have such a pet peeve abt how azul is analyzed sometimes. like people seem to kinda understand the concept of vil (the celebrity) and vil(the guy) but can’t keep that idea up with azul-

like. Idk. People seem to downplay his bullying bc the English translation and context kinda does, but like. He was bullied for genetic parts of his body. Like how he looked, how slow he was, how big he was. Those all are things he couldn’t control-

like he developed an eating disorder bc of kids calling him fat. And he still believes everything they said was true. It’s why he overblots. He’s changed and built a persona he then works to live up to, and finally when he feels like he fills it he’s constantly terrified something is going to reset his progress, and he’ll be right back at square one.

and like, unlike most of the other overblotters. He doesn’t get better afterwards. His new favor system isn’t his way of getting better, it’s his way of coping. He’s putting himself right back on that toothpick pedestal.

but like. Azul (the guy) and Azul (the concept he’s built himself up to) are much more intertwined than Vil’s is, so idk. Like Azul (the guy) is a board game nerd, but Azul (the concept) is the guy who learned how to roll dice perfectly because he hates things being out of his control

Azul is so HEAVILY centered around control. He has to control his image control his diet control the way he’s perceived

Because he has to live up to Azul (the concept). Because if he doesn’t, then he’s just that fat little octopus they bullied.

[hermit-frog]

for context: my father (with whom i am not close) sends me, occasionally, “weird” sexual videos with 0 context. the last two he had sent me: a cat trying to have sex with the camera, filmed by his friend; a clip on a loop from big lebowski where a female character is ridding a horse (those rides for kids that go up and down) while the guys are watching her

[jermwiigs]

Was scrolling through blog, and saw the things you were rbing I thought "I bet you're horny for Ludwig too" and 2 posts later there he was. White boy simp.

i'm a simple person, i see a plain white boy and think nasty thoughts abt him <3

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

Okay so Shio and Hibaru will be Cain and Abel-coded (bc I said so) but how long is it going to take until I can have enough content to write a fic with them actually being Cain and Abel coded

[chocum]

quick drabble about my favorite boy bc i’ll go insane if i don’t get this out wc. 420 warns. a loud, shameless man, cum:>, just a slutty boy, fem (s/her) reader.

choso is sooo fucking loud when he’s in it.

he doesn’t understand the concept of embarrassment, especially when it comes to letting you know how good you make him feel.

when you ride him, my goddd. when you ride him so good like you always do, your pretty pussy— his pussy all his clenching and sucking him so tightly he just can’t help but whine and moan like a filthy, filthy little whore in your ear. just babbling— words all jumbled up, interrupted by needy little hiccups and breathy laughs as he smiles so cutely when you milk him.

and he knows hearing him drives you crazy. the more you two fuck, the more he picks up on the little things that turn you on. he notices how much you tighten up, how your lips quirk up into a smirk when he rambles about how good you feel, how he’ll be such a good boy for you if you “pleasepleaseplease just let me cum again”

and he’s so pretty, too. looking up at you with the neediest eyes ever like a little porcelain doll, begging with purple orbs as his hands dig into your waist because if he’s not grounding himself when you sink onto him, he’d cum as soon as his tip makes contact with your sloppy pussy sliding in between your puffy, slimy folds.

but you spoil him too much. now he can’t get off without you :( — your soft, pretty hands or your wet mouth. when you’re gone and he gets all riled up— soo, so fucking hard just by the smell of you on his sheets. always sends you the prettiest pictures, the hem of his shirt tucked between his pinky lips, his dribbling cock resting against his abs or voice messages filling your ears with his poor whimpers. doesn’t even warn you, just sends them, because he knows you’ll take care of him.

and when you don’t— if you’re just too busy caught up in work or running errands, he’ll wait so, so patiently, like a little pup, not touching because he knows only you can make him feel so good.

when he cums its buckets. in ropes painting your pretty face all over your lolled tongue or your boobs, fists wrapped around the base of his throbbing cock to finish himself off on you. never, ever ever wants any of it to go to waste. he’ll lick it all up, panting, sucking on your puffy nipples— licking stripes up your cheeks till you're his clean girl again.

[chuluoyi]

࿐ ࿔ rivals... in love? — extended cut !

this is pure hysterics, i'm sorry but i can't resist! tysm for the brainrot amy!! @seonghrtz 🫶🏻 mwah mwah !!

a part of gojo's love entries

“you see… if you kiss me, i'll definitely show you just how great my lips actually are.”

you’d expect this sort of nonsense from gojo satoru, yet it was geto suguru who was standing in front of you with such genial smile that you were at a loss.

you dumbly blinked. “huh?”

“satoru said i taste like a cursed spirit, yeah?” suguru didn't seem offended, at least from how he was wording it and that eye smile. “that's a really foul accusation. i’m here to clarify—”

you widened your eyes, almost cringing. “no, no! you don’t have to—”

“SUGURU! YOU SWINE!”

a resounding bang. you whipped your head towards the door in total panic, which was... fortunately still tightly shut. satoru, who had openly declared that he was into you in the previous chapter, was hurling profanities towards his best friend, pounding against the door, visibly vexed.

“you… locked the door?” you questioned suguru in disbelief, and he merely shrugged.

“for safety purposes, yeah.”

well, if you look at satoru now... he did look like a super angry cat who was ready to pounce on suguru and claw him to shreds.

“he could've blasted it.” you glanced apprehensively toward the door, catching his eyes, and in an instant, satoru's scowl turned into the most hopeful expression of a wagging puppy—hoping for you to saunter towards him instead and desert his friend altogether.

suguru chuckled. “he can, yes, but he'll be facing yaga afterwards.”

and you. there was no way he'd scare you off by blasting a ‘red’ on a doorframe. you were clueless, but suguru knew just how soft satoru could make himself to be if it was for you.

you sighed. all you wanted was to go back to your dorms following an exhausting mission. you truly had little energy to entertain this.

meanwhile, outside, satoru was this close to kick the door off its hinges. he was having about thirty different heart attacks by witnessing how close suguru was to your vicinity. his chance was quite literally slipping by each second.

and when in his attempt to hear what the two of you were saying—

“let us just kiss then, to see what it’s like—”

“geto-san, what the—!”

and in that moment, he really saw green and really used a bit more force, tearing the knob— bang!

“don't you dare to get close to my girl, you slimy bangs!”

kapow! pow!

what was even happening? one second, suguru was almost leaning in for that kiss, and the next, satoru popped out of nowhere, tackling him to the ground. and you stood there, utterly bewildered, caught between the whirlwind of their catfight.

your first crush, whom you thought was sensible, and the most obnoxious boy who was whipped for you like a fool...

losers, you absentmindedly thought to yourself. both of them. losers…

“satoru, you're incorrigible!”

“the audacity! you know very well i like her and yet—!”

and yet, a small smile tugged at your lips when you saw how red-faced satoru was. he was genuinely upset to see you with suguru, and that sparked a sense of achievement within you.

“let's see if you will be able to make him say it...”

while you pondered, almost giddy, you were undoubtedly sure about two things at that moment: one, maybe gojo satoru wasn't that bad, he was kinda cute even, and you might consider him... and two—

shoko lost the bet, and you won.

[dex0s]

—♡DOUMA X MALE READER WARNING: smut, non-con, cannibalism?, douma, reader having a huge chest, thoracic area called boobs/tits, daddy kink, face sitting, breeding kink, semi-public?, incest?, cliffhanger ending (only because I’m lazy), not proof read

A/N— okay I know I was gone for like 2 months but um— yeah

You were a member of his cult and your older sister got sick to the point she had to stay in bed instead of praying to your demon lord. For the past couple days you had been asking your lord to heal your sister. And at first DOUMA was uninterested or just ignored you but then he got a full look at you. (H/c) hair, beautiful bright (e/c) eyes, nice face, well shaped body, and lastly YOUR CHEST. Oh and how he was so in love.

“Oh look a new play thing. Just. For. Me~ and ONLY me~”

After that you notice changes. One, Douma would ONLY look at you if you in the room but the moment you leave his face becomes disinterested (even if he doesn’t have emotions he feels like his life just decrease by a life time). Two, you ALWAYS feel like you’re being watched no matter what you doing or where you are, there are always RAINBOW EYES watching. And three, when you go and pray to your lord you can notice the lust in his eyes like a predator eyeing their next meal.

“I can’t believe I haven’t noticed you sooner… I wonder if that man will let me keep you~ who know maybe I will quit bugging him~”

Knowing damn well that man can hear him

One time you went to douma and asked for his blessing so your sister could get better and by pure coincidence your sister gotten better and could move around better then before. You thanked douma for the blessing but even tho it was a complete coincidence douma wanted more than just a thanks. He gave you his blessing and healed your sister. He wants more and he will get want he wants whether you want it or not .

HaAh~ Oh you tastes Sooo~ good~ Your so good—Fuck! for daddy~

Grinding your hips into the pillow while Douma is thrusting in and out your ass. “Ahh~ you look like dog when you do that~” Douma said, moving his hand up your body and stopping at your chest. “W-wait~AH!” Slamming his cock back in he starts to grope your chest. “Hmm! What a— good boy you are, so good— for daddy” you start to feel yourself about to release and you try to warn your lord but all that came out was babbles. Douma seem to notice this and started to go even harder on you hearing your gummy walls take him in and out and all the noise you were making made him even more hard then white sticky cum came out your dick but that didn’t stop Douma in fact he decided to switch it up a lot bit.

He lifts you over his face, your legs are shaking then slams you down on his face. Taking his long slimy tongue starting with kitty licks, suddenly roughly gripping your thighs and full on eating your ass like there’s no tomorrow. When the door opens (you didn’t even notice at first) it reveals your sister. Your sister was in shock, she didn’t know you had a side like this. Hearing your moans and the licks your sister can feel a wet spot in her undergarment. While your sister was standing there Douma could smell her wetness and started to get upset.

“Why is she here.”

“She needs to leave can’t she see I’m playing with my plaything.”

“It’s her fault he’s in this situation”

“She shouldn’t be so selfish and get sick”

“You know what… It’s show time”

Taking out his tongue from your ass, he moves you to his lap. Picking you up with your legs wrapped around his waist Douma starts to walk to your sister. “You know it’s rude to stare” using one of his free hands and roughly grabbing your sister’s chin forcing her to look at his rainbow eyes. “W-what are you doing to my brother!” Yelled out your sister that was trying to force Douma’s hand off of her and trying to reach for you, when Douma grabs the hand that was reaching for you and pulling it off her body. Finally snapping out the trance you hear a bloody cuddling scream. Turning your head around to see your sister on the ground clutching her shoulder but before you can say anything you were placed on the ground on all fours in front of your sister.

“Why don’t we put a show on for your sister~ hmm dear~”

[solardrop]

silver.

aaron hotchner x reader.

summary: hotch really doesn't think getting old is sexy. tags: fluff. a suggestive line here or there but nothing crazy. age gap (reader in their 30s, hotch is 57). jack mentioned. i think this could be read as gn!reader but i could be wrong. just short and cute. word count: 1.0k a/n: last fics rules still apply. be nice to me! when i look up photos of hair dying on pinterest i get rainbow haired e-boys so accept this haircut photo <3 divider creds to @/cafekitsune

Your name echoes across the house when Aaron yells for you from the bathroom. Once you enter the space you're greeted by his hair spiked in every which way, covered in a brownish-black goop. His thick hands are gloved and hold a small black toothbrush-like applicator.

"Sweetheart, can you check if I missed a spot?" Aaron hands you the brush and tray of inky black dye. You make a show of rolling your eyes and pouting back at him in the mirror and you take the items from him.

"I forgot it was that time of month that you decided to cover up all your sexy.." you sigh.

"Really," he scoffs, a teasing smile creeping on his lips, "I thought all the sexy was gone when I shaved.'

You almost teared up remembering the loss of his beard. A case off the grid forced him to grow one out for a few weeks. You understandably jumped his bones upon seeing the new look when he returned. The extra hair provided some out-of-this-world sensations for your softest parts that you would never forget. Only for the wicked man to shave all of it after two days, citing the "professional dress code" of the FBI as the culprit.

You snap a latex glove onto your hand, "Shush and bend over, big guy."

He smiles and kneels to face you, his rough hands gripping the fat of your thighs. You slowly worked around his head, dabbing bits of dye in bare spots. Your fingers rake through the inky black mass on his head, gently massaging his scalp. Aaron hums and thanks you under his breath.

"Do you know why I started dying my hair so consistently?"

"To torture me?"

"No," he huffs," when Jack was about... eight? I had taken him on this trip with a couple of his friends and their fathers, it was fun, but at the end of the whole thing Jack pointed at the grays starting to grow out on my hairline and turned to his friends and said-"

"Baby no...."

"'Guys look! My daddy is sooo old!'"

You clamp your lips shut to hold in your laughter. You didn't want to embarrass him further, especially with the deep red flush rising up the nape of his neck.

"Oh honey Jack was still a baby then... kids are insane you know that"

" I do, and I know. I laughed it off. I know he didn't really mean anything by it, but I didn't know if he felt like the odd one out for having an old dad.." Aaron runs his hands up and down your legs mindlessly. "And now I don't want you to feel out of place either."

You pause at that. In the few years you and Hotch have been together, never has he shown any insecurity about the difference in age between you. And he sure as hell wasn't about to start now if you had anything to do with it. You slicked his hair back with your hands and placed the clear complimentary shower cap in the box on his head, snickering at how silly he looked. Once you slide the slimy gloves off you set the timer on your phone and grasp the face of the man you loved so dearly, forcing him to rest his chin on your stomach and look into your eyes.

"You have less than thirty minutes to explain to me why you think I'd care about you looking old"

"you're young-"

"I'm in my thirties-"

"you're younger," he corrects "than me by quite a bit. All your friends have other young people to share their life and first experiences with. Meanwhile, you're stuck with a sixty-year-old-"

"You're fifty-seven-" Your eyes roll.

"a fifty-seven-year-old with a sassy kid turned angsty teenager for a child." he sighs, "Sweetheart I just don't want you to ever look at me and feel a loss."

You take a moment to scan his face. Despite the stupid shower cap mushrooming around his head, his face showed no amusement when he spoke. The sweet, shy smile he always sported around you was gone, replaced with a grimace and furrowed brow.

"Aaron I have never felt more loved, accepted, and safe than I have with you. I know you know that," you say.

He nods, pressing a quick peck to your belly button before looking at you. His eyes search yours for a moment of hesitation or change in resolve. but you stand your ground.

"The only thing I worry about with you on my arm is fighting off all the homewreckers."

He wheezes a laugh at this. Eventually having to stand up before he smears the dark dye all over you. He always does this. Laughs and acts like he wouldn't have crowds of people stop to fawn over his beauty if he let them.

"Remember that neighbor at the old apartment who would only stop by with cookies when she knew you were home?"

"Or the time Jack's classmate profiled their teacher's crush on you?"

"Don't even get me started on that detective JJ keeps telling me about from years ago in New Mexico. The male detective."

He smiles at you sheepishly, "You've made your point."

"If you want to dye your hair or shave to make yourself happy I think you should," you whisper, "but Aar I love every version of you possible"

You press your lips to his cheek before you continue, "You are the most beautiful, devastatingly sexy old man out. And I will still throw myself at you in public if you decide to finally ditch the box dye."

He smiles at you fully now, eyes shining as he looks down at you. He slides his lips against yours, grinning into the kiss before he pulls away to thank you.

"Maybe after this starts to grow out I'll see how I feel about the silver again." He looks back at his reflection in the mirror. He turns his head every which way to peek at the processing strands under the shower cap.

"Think about the beard too damn it.." you mumble. You begin to wander out of the bathroom when he yells for you again.

"Oh and sweetheart one more thing," you turn to look at him, confused when he stifles a laugh, "will you still think I'm sexy if I start balding like my father?"

[princessbrunette]

so i know i always say that rafe is strictly a girl dad. well, he is. but sometimes i like to humour myself with the universe where he’s the father to the sweetest little boy ever.

the universe would be ironic like that. rafe foolishly knocked you up when he was 22 — the boy still having alot to learn. he was still walking around with that pistol tucked into his waistband, fighting pogues, mouthing off and going on coke rants. you had been terrified, wondering what kind of a father rafe was going to be — even when he promised time and time again, “i’m — i’m getting my shit together alright? i can, hey — we can do this? okay?” with sweat gathered at his hairline and tears in his eyes. thus, when the universe decided to play the hilarious prank which was having the doctor tell you ‘its a boy!’, your first thought was ‘shit.’

because he was bound to be just like rafe, right?

you had seemingly prophetic visions, a spoiled little brat — just like his father was, thundering around in a brightly coloured ralph lauren polo from the baby range, demanding the teet when he saw fit. a girl would have been fine — you’d seen wheezie grow up around rafe and turn out totally fine (aside from the likely trauma.) but a boy? what did rafe cameron know about raising a boy? was your son next up to become a drug slinging, pogue hating, maniac? (with no offence to rafe of course, you were unfortunately very much in love with him but contrary to popular belief that did not disrupt your common sense.)

rafe was over the moon about you being pregnant with a boy too, which did little to comfort you.

the anxiety subsided the second that baby was out of you, his sticky, slimy little body placed onto your chest with rafe crowding your space — his bravado dropped for a second to reveal a childlike awe. his own baby. you could tell it was only now that things became very real for rafe. his eyes well up, covering his shaky grin with an even shakier hand, saying stuff like “shit, oh uh nah i probably shouldn’t cuss infront of the baby anymore right? yeah… my god, you did it baby. brought me my boy. should be so god damn proud.” he croons as his hands dig affectionately into your sore shoulders, smearing a kiss to your sweaty temple. “ahh, aha — what the hell kinda man am i cryin’ at this huh? shit.” he sniffles as he wipes his eyes but you’re not listening. you’re staring at your perfect boy.

he grows into something perfectly reminiscent of both you and rafe’s features, all whilst smushed into the cutest baby you’ve ever seen. you were aware every parent said that about their child, but no — you were certain. he was pampers commercial level cute. ‘top ten cutest babies’ buzzfeed article level cute. sarah would often hold him to her chest and something would be healed as she’d whisper “i can’t believe you came from my brother.” into his wispy hair. he was a true blessing.

with big doe eyes that took up half his face and an appearance that somehow replicated a baby lamb that had been turned into a human on the basis of a magical spell — you had long forgotten about your worries regarding having a boy.

a few years down the line and not much has changed. your baby boy is three years old, chubby fists clutching his empty plastic lightening mcqueen plate as he toddles out onto the porch where rafe sits spread out opposite barry, sipping on a can of beer in the early evening. your son is distracted by a decorative plant, and the two men pay him no mind as they continue talk.

“but — but that’s the thing, right, barry? i dont do that shit anymore and… and i sure as hell am not looking to start again.”

“man i get that rafe you a father now, all serious and shit but think about the money. you thinkin’ with your husband head and not with your cameron head. your daddy was a piece of shit but he had that business mindset that you gotta adopt, bro.”

rafe’s expression flattens, finishing his can before leaning forward onto his elbows. “well uh, newsflash — i don’t wanna be anything like my dad. now if we’re done here…” rafes attention is caught by the mini him waddling into view, holding his plate infront of him.

“more please?” comes the sweetest voice in the world, blinking up at the man he viewed as his entire universe, much like you at times.

“finished your icecream already huh? where’s your mom?” he cranes round, but doesn’t bother searching much further when he hears the padding of your footsteps.

“aye buddy, you know we was just talkin’ about you.” barry leans forward with a smarmy grin and your son gets shy, lifting his shoulders practically to his ears and looking down, glueing himself to rafes leg.

“conversations done, actually.” rafe reminds him, lifting the boy to sit on his hip as he hoists himself to stand. as he does so, you appear in the doorway to the patio— sundress clad belly swollen with another baby.

“rafe could you bring him in? it’s too hot out there for him without his hat.” you furrow your eyebrows, deciding to ignore barry’s presence all together, which of course doesn’t stop him from conversing.

“shit, i ain’t seen you in a while mama. he got you again? you two stay busy, huh?” rafes oldest ‘friend’ chuckles, gold tooth glinting in the sun light, and like your only child — you shy away, sending rafe a parting glance that said ‘just hurry up and rid of him.’

rafe adjusts the baby boy on his hip, now staring down at barry.

“talk to my girl again n’i’ll bring out the old me alright, you don’t want that. go do somethin’ barry, i don’t care what it is just get off my goddamn property yeah?” rafe drawls tiredly, crushing the can in his hand and dropping it carelessly into the wastebin beside barry before heading inside, your son turning to stare sweetly at the dark haired man over his dads shoulder, offering a sticky, wide fingered salute in parting.

atleast rafe was still his usual charming self, son or not.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Got the inspiration by my dear 🧬 anon

Kissing & making out with pretty boys >>>

He thought you had swallowed it all, which is why he kissed you without any hesitation. Squirming around slightly as you pushed your tongue inside his mouth. His hands were bawled into fists and resting on his thighs as he concentrated on the kiss, returning your actions by swirling his wet muscle around as well. Still totally unsuspecting, he continued his motions, until he tasted something weird on your tongue. It was mostly tasteless and slimy, yet somehow so intense and hot. Slowly he was running out of air. When he tried to pull back a little you reached for the back of his head, yanking on his hair to keep him from escaping. “Mhm~..!!” A meek whine escaped him, muffled due to your lips. Now his hands were clawing at your chest weakly as he hoped you’ll let him breath. Face flushed to the fullest while more whimpers escaped him.

Despite all that you didn’t yield, all you did was continuing to suck and slurp. Gagging sounds could be heard from the poor boy. Since he seems to be struggling so much all because of an ‘innocent’ kiss, you decided to be kind to him. Breaking the kiss and loosening your grip on his hair, licking your lips and then swallowing once again. He on the other hand was still totally out of it, tongue hanging out as tears collected in the corners of his eyes. You smirked a little as you teased, “does your own cum taste good?” So that was the strange thing he tasted, it was his own… fluids. The blush on his cheeks darkened, something you didn’t know was possible. It got to the point were even his ears were beet red. You wanted to kiss him again, but he started nuzzling against your chest, hiding his face from you. That’s why you asked, “What’s wrong sweetie?” Instead of answering you, he just clenched your shirt and whispered, “this is not fair… gimme a break.”

Gosh, how cute !your favourites~! was.