BL Ships That Like To Devour Each Other

BL ships that like to devour each other

So the idea for this post came after watching the latest This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans episode, and people in a discord server I am in talking about MosBank in Sunset x Vibes.

"Devour" to swallow or eat up hungrily, voraciously, or ravenously

We have more then enough BL's ships out there. But not every ship is the same. Today I will talk about some ships who don't seem to get enough of each other when it comes to kissing and or NC scenes on screen.

BillyBabe

One of the new ships on the block and they did not dissapoint. Hungry kisses in the shower. As if they have been waiting for a lifetime to kiss each other.

DaouOffroad

Anyone who has seen Love In Translation knows about the iconic earthquake kiss. There was no holding back, they were going all in. To the point you might even wonder if it was their first time kissing each other.

FirstKhao

An GMMTV ship on this list? Yes! We had good kisses already from them in The Eclipse but it only got even better in Only Friends. Perfect hungry kisses.

MosBank

Starhunter's high heat couple is also on the list. They totally look like they actually want to eat one another. They are also very familiar with each other's bodies and how they "fit together". Especially how Moss's hands know exactly where Bank's nipples are at all times even under shirts

SailubPon

I think we can agree that this is a not what we expected ship. They were just a side couple in Pit Babe but boy did they I am sure exceeded our expectations. Also we know Pon from Starhunter and his ship with Bank. But that ship was on the complete opposite side.

Now if you guys are like "Hey but I know another ship who fits!" then feel free to reblog this post and add your pick(s).

Yrsa Daley-Ward, from bone; “waiting for the check to clear”

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cw: soft dom! mingyu x slight pillow princess! reader, fem! reader, pwp, oral (fem and male receiving), slight overstimulation, praise, mentions of cum, npr

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boyfriend! mingyu who is completely obsessed with burying his face in your sopping cunt until your fingers are weaved between his locks and you’re coming multiple times in a row. he won’t let up, not because he’s being mean or punishing you with overstimulation—although occasionally, that is the case—but because you, his sweet, pretty girl, deserves nothing less than his tongue lapping restlessly at your folds. It’s embarrassingly easy for him to get pussy-drunk, grinding himself into the bed as he goes down on you for well over an hour. By the time you plead out desperately for his cock, he’s already left a thick puddle of his cum on the spot in the bed he was fucking his length into. 

kim mingyu is a simple man of simple pleasures, some of which include your cries and sputters, your trembling thighs and heavy pants, and the infrequent, though appreciated, indiscernible blabbers of praise you manage to let out through drooling lips. when you can actually manage to form words, that is. 

you are his pillow princess, whether you bestowed that title upon yourself or not. The chances of you going down on him? slim. giving him head is a rare occurrence; in fact, you’d have to beg him to let you try, plead with him to stuff his considerably large length down your throat. you’d have to convince him you need him there so bad, that you want him to feel just as good as he makes you feel, but even then, his responses are rehearsed. 

“but baby, i don’t need all that, let me treat you instead,” 

“‘wanna do all the work for you, honey. you deserve it.” 

“you really want me to fill your mouth up baby? first you have to come twice on my tongue,” 

“I’d rather come in you, sweet girl.” 

“s’too big for your pretty little mouth, don’ wanna hurt you,”

at first, you thought he didn’t want you to give him head at all, or that he assumed you would be bad at it. But, when you finally begged enough, your pretty boy caved and it became apparent very quickly why he was holding off for so long. from the moment he lays back, one arm tucked behind his head, the other pressing his thumb onto your swirling tongue, he knows he’s done for. watching you crawl over him, leaving kisses and licking stripes as you make your way down his torso, makes his pre-cum leak freely from his flushed tip. 

mingyu has his lip caught between his teeth, eyes glossed over in a haze. the very moment your velvety lips wrap around his head, he’s groaning out, arms and legs dropping limply onto the mattress. you have absolute power over him in that moment, and both of you are very, very aware of that. all of your insecurities dissipate as you realize he’s falling apart, melting like putty in your hands. his chest that previously rose and fell calmly is now puffing up with air he pushes out through his nostrils and the noises he’s letting out? other-fucking-wordly.

he eventually regains feeling in his hands and they rotate between holding your throat, your cheek, and simply sliding along the ridges of his abdomen. all the meanwhile, it’s him who chokes up on his words, slurring his speech. 

“please, please, please…” 

“your mouth feels s’good on me, fuck,” 

“doin’ so good, so fucking good, all for me…” 

“if you do that again, i’m not gonna last—shit.” 

“just like that, yes, baby… oh, god, you’re gonna make me—“ 

when your tongue swipes deliciously over his tip, he drags out a strangled moan, shooting his hot load into your mouth and down your throat. knees locked, toes curled, and hips bucking up into you, he throws his head back to ride out his orgasm. 

a few seconds later, his hands fly to your hair to lift you off, but in a small act of defiance for all the times you were overstimulated by him, you grab his wrists and pin them at his sides. he lets you do this because it’s so, so fucking hot to watch you have a sliver of control for once—both of you are well aware he could overpower you if he wanted to. instead, though, he laces his fingers with yours and takes what you give him like the good boy he is. it takes less than ten minutes for him to come each and every time you give him head going forward but thankfully, his stamina doesn’t betray him. he recovers while he returns the favor, devouring you and drinking up your juices as his cock that never fully softened, swells up all over again. 

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mdni | making out with piwon

piwon x fem!reader | wc: 2.8k

warnings: very very suggestive, lots of kisses, dry humping, finger sucking. likes and reblogs appreciated♡ note: thank you so much for all the feedback on my previous post～⁠♡! it really means a lot to me =)

KEEHO . . . making out with him often leaves you wanting more than he initially gives. absolutely knows what he’s doing to you, weaving your lips together—fleeting at first.

until he decides to lean in harsher this time, slipping his tongue into your mouth as you expectantly gasped from his swift action. feeling like you’re floating from how intoxicating he tasted, swirling his wet muscle against your own without leaving much choice but to follow his lead. ‘cause when you take the chance to claim control he'll rile you up on purpose, teasingly pulling away everytime he feels you attempt to take charge. it doesn’t take long until you realize what he’s doing, leaning away instead and playfully slapping him on the shoulder with a sour look on your face. he only releases a breathy laugh, squeezing your waist rather roughly. “just let me,” his voice fades away as your mind wanders into pleasure, letting keeho’s frantic greed wash over you, both of his hands already past the hem of your shorts to fondle with the flesh of your ass.

you found it difficult to fight yourself from toppling over him completely, knees trembling as you hold your limbs to straddle him as much as you can. keeho pulls away without forgetting to wipe the spit by the side of your lip, swollen and glossy like your eyes boring a vulnerable gaze back at him. you tearfully moan out when he begins to nuzzle his face in between your neck and shoulder, his plump lips suckling just enough to render you into a shudder, blissed out of your mind as you feel your panties grow sticky by the minute. and when he’s satisfied with the hickeys strewn across your skin, he’s heaving over them with the drag of his warm tongue, tracing his fingers by your jaw as you anticipate his next move.

the pad of his thumb taps on your bottom lip as if a subtle warning before he shoves two digits into your mouth, instinctively latching your lips onto it, sucking the same time he commanded you to do so. keeho’s stare pierces through you, your veins growing hotter when he harshly presses down on your tongue filthily swirling around his digits. your cunt can’t help but clench around nothing as he presses soft final kisses over the marks he left on you, beginning to pant heavily when all of his movements halt for a moment before abruptly shoving his digits as far as he can reach for your throat, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth at the erotic scene before him. so he wonders if his sweet girl would do a good job gagging around his cock later on, just like you’re falling apart by his fingers right now.

THEO . . . would make you dizzy from trying to keep up with him. the first time you expressed just how much you love his lips he’s laughing it off like he was expecting you to say it one way or another. “from the way you keep staring too much, it doesn’t come as a surprise anymore,” but what use are they if he couldn’t live up to being a good kisser. the thing taeyang loves in your relationship is when he’s challenged, knowing full well he’d wipe that teasing look off your face once he blows your mind later. impatiently dragging you within his reach, an arm falling right at the small of your back to harshly lean your body against him. relishes on your cute reactions as you narrow your brows, hands against his chest and a frown on your lips. quickly blinking away how flustered you were in hopes that he wouldn’t notice, except he does. choosing to keep silent to save his poor baby from being too humiliated on how he stirs you up so easily.

the way taeyang kisses you would have you gasping for air against his wet lips, sloppily capturing yours and dipping his tongue into your mouth, not even fighting his control. occasionally he’d nibble onto your bottom lip, taeyang pulling away for a split second fully thinking you'd be able to catch your breath for a while before he shortly leans back in. his pace is restless, hungry even, leading you to thread your fingers through his hair and pull against him eliciting a heavy moan from his throat. he wouldn’t admit it but it absolutely turns him on when you pull on his hair whenever, from kissing to fucking… it never fails to drive him insane. almost as if it ignites something within to keep himself going.

fine alright, he’d let you breathe for a while, except nothing comes for free when taeyang calls the shots. his head falls to your neck to flick his tongue on where you’re most sensitive, never taking a no when he decides to mark you up. suckling harshly at every spot he could reach, coaxing the whimpers out of you and spurring him even more to nibble until each turned purple, soothing it with a final lick of his tongue. you’d only realize his effect on you when he taps you out of your trance, noticing the way you were harshly gripping on his shoulder with a vice, hanging on for dear life. his ego’s satisfied when you return his gaze with your cheeks burning, clothes feeling prickly on your skin as you seem to yearn for more, begging for his mouth on other places than your lips and abused neck.

JIUNG . . . would definitely kiss you like it’d be the last time he could do so. everytime the two of you manage to spend a day together, which dwindles down to rare instances whenever he’d get busy with composing or whatnot, jiung does his everything to make sure you stay with him longer than you usually do. doesn’t want you to rush and that usually includes passionately making out with you since he knows he’d be deprived of your touch for weeks on end. you’ll know he wants it when he’d let you ramble off about some story you’ve been meaning to tell him, staring off to space as you spout words and hearing jiung reply with a few hums in between. it’s when you finally look back at him awaiting a reply, except he’s paused to stare at you with warmth within his eyes and a smile that had an air of temptation.

he’d act on it of course, his head already tilted to the side just enough so he could close the distance without your noses bumping into each other—something he’d mentally taken note of the first time he tried kissing you and making such a charming mistake. he cups the side of your jaw in haste, a sign that he wants you close. and by close… he means he wants your frame nestled against his own, skin almost melting from his touch, hands roaming your back with chaste intentions. jiung takes his time, lips melding into yours with ease, just like the memories that keep him up at night when he’s alone. your mind turns foggy when he begins to take the lead, sucking on your tongue so rough and yet his touches remain gentle. wrapping his arms around you to pull your figure in an embrace. it doesn’t take a while until his studio is filled with nothing but the noises of your soft sighs, clothes shifting against each other as he prompts your hips to grind over him, and your lips ravishing each other in a sensual manner.

jiung pulls away, losing track of time from being far into the intimate scene. he’s looking at you as if he wanted you to etch everything within your mind, caressing you so tenderly, the way he breaks the silence with a short chuckle and a compliment that never fails to provoke a smile on your face. lacing his fingers with yours while his other hand tucks your hair behind your ear, pressing gentle pecks on your lips with a pause in between to whisper sweet nothings. and as the both of you bask within the dimly lit room, jiung buries his face into the crook of your neck, kissing you even more—telling you just how much he missed you while his voice is muffled against your skin. his heart swells when he feels you pet the top of his head, the vibrations of your laugh a sweet chime in his ear as he cherishes the moment.

INTAK . . . kissing him would be really sweet yet playful. i’m really gonna push the intak golden retriever bf agenda here. makeouts are often initiated by him, especially when it’s a particularly busy day for you and he’s feeling far too deprived of your attention. “y/n” here, “y/n” there… you can’t deny how adorable he’s trying his hardest to get you to look at him even for a second, attempting to focus on whatever you’re working on your laptop while he pokes your cheek and boops your nose with random noises. he’d be giddy with this silly grin on his face once he’s able to convince you to take a moment and drink a glass of water he’s brought you. “you’ve been at it for hours babe, cuddle with me for awhile?” you knew you’d give in the moment you meet his eyes all puppy-like, it’s as if he has this hypnotizing touch you tried your hardest to avoid.

so when you agree to at least sit with him at the couch while you work, he’ll surely shut up for a while since you’re within his vicinity anyway, with your figure snug against him while he has you on his lap. well, fortunately for intak, the perfect opportunity just presented itself so he could start pressing wet kisses right around the expanse of your shoulder. he notes the way you were suddenly frozen in place, your frantic typing on your keyboard fading away. curse intak for having your sensitive spots memorized, the tip of his tongue peeking out between his lips to prod at the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spin that you almost let your laptop accidentally slip out of your lap. “intak, wait…” he helps you set aside your device as if he knew what was running through your mind, biting his lip as he watched you turn around to straddle him, brows furrowed as you seemed quite irritated. and yet your actions said otherwise, threading your fingers through his hair before pulling him in for a deep kiss. he’d moan, feigning surprise, returning the way you moved your lips against him, immediately falling apart once you felt the warmth of his tongue leaning against your own. swearing that the way he made out with you drove you crazy, seemed all too much when intak can’t still his hold over a single spot on your body. groping the flesh of your ass and sending a harsh slap, drawing out a ragged moan from your throat.

your voices melt against each other as he similarly lets out a husky groan at the way you tugged on his tousled hair. the both of you moved your lips in coordination, making out less than gently as you chased your breath at the wet exchange, satisfying the burning desire pooling within you. intak pulls away, a rough bite on your bottom lip as if he’s urging you to keep you gaze on his eyes when you flutter yours open. he pauses, completely pulling away blinking. ”why’d you stop?” your voice comes out softer that expected, glare falling over him—looking so cute with his hair all dishiveled with a blush burning over his cheeks. lips so swollen, glistening with shared spit. if he wasn’t so pretty you would’ve already leaned back into him to continue where you’ve left of. “you were kissing me back so desperately, i don't want my baby running out of breath, can't i?”

SOUL . . . kisses with shota would be so cute, he’s like a cat that’ll suddenly be all over you and be really cuddly. you could be washing dishes while he helps you clean out the table, finishing faster than you expected. would startle you when he sneakily laces his arms by your waist and just tightens his grip around your figure—squeezing you into a warm hug so he can press soft kisses over your cheek and on the crook of your neck which never fails to make you giggle. you’d try to tap him out of it with the excuse that the water’s still running and you have to finish the dishes soon. he usually scrams away and prepares the sheets so you’d comfortably jump into bed with him for a cuddle session, yet this time he doesn’t show a sign of budging out of his hold around you.

and then you start to piece it together, his lips brushing gently over the expanse of your neck while a hand reaches underneath your loose shirt, seemingly waiting for your signal to let him go further. shota watches as you try turning to face him, releasing his grip as you met his adorably beady eyes. he’s just as smitten as you are, hastily cupping your cheeks to press one, two… three… or maybe far too many pecks on your lips than you count. shota loves catching you off guard, fully expecting him to close the gap between the two of you with chaste, and instead feeling him trace the tip of his tongue over your bottom lip before biting on it gently. and like clockwork he anticipates your surprised gasp, taking it as a chance to slip his tongue into your mouth to run it over yours. sweetly intertwines your fingers with his to help you ground yourself—after working to fluster you out of your mind, abruptly pushing you against the kitchen counter with his hips flushed against your frame.

though you’re still easing into the sudden makeout session, shota’s done enough to push you quite far gone. his unpredictability seeping through as he sets a relaxed pace of meeting your wet, sloppy kisses. he squeezes your hand in his before guiding you to hold onto his shoulders instead, wrapping your arms around to pull him impossibly closer while his hands find purchase on your waist. kissing him is a mix that’ll have the wind knocked out of you from the insatiable swirl of his tongue against yours, and uncontrollably leaning into his soft gentle touches to heave the heated situation he’s bound to rile up.

JONGSEOB . . . someone save him, he doesn’t know how he’s gotten himself in this situation... with you settled over his lap while you stare down at his figure, his fingers busy fiddling with the hem of your shirt. it’s not like he doesn’t fully know how everything led to this, but the feverish rush probably rendered his brain static. his shy touches would probably push you to take the reins instead, except… you really wanted to see what would happen if seob’s driven into a corner until he’s left no choice but to make the first move. just… wanna see what he’s capable of. you’d have to guide his hands at first, settling his hold on your ass while he absentmindedly gives it a squeeze, his eyes falling over you looming on him while you take in a sharp breath.

he takes the chance to kiss you at that moment—his labored breathing didn't go unnoticed, of course. jongseob feels you grin as you return the way he pressed his lips against yours, yearning for something more and yet he so badly wants to savor your sweet taste on his tongue. he’s a very fast learner by the way, as you know it. like something ignited within him as the scenario escalates, or maybe he’s just blowing it out of proportion and it’s just his cock thinking instead of his mind, throbbing and restrained while you couldn’t help but rock your hips in desperation. just give him enough time, even if it meant lots and lots of messy kisses.

and in time he’ll have you panting, capturing your lips in a passionate exchange. it’s like it was just a distant memory when he accidentally clashed his teeth against yours one time, when he was still firstly getting the hang of it. the feeling remained mutual as he continued to make out with you, limbs not moving an inch as his clothes felt tighter and the room grew hotter. would take riskier decisions as he got familiar with the act. loves to nibble on your bottom lip while his hands push past the hem of your shorts to steer you into grinding your clothed cunt against him. driving you insane despite the barrier, amplifying the wanton urge to ravage each other as he begins to litter less than gentle sucks on your sensitive neck.

Daou, Offroad and Udon who played San as a kid together.