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IN LOVE WITH THE PUSSY !!
—› notes. self indulgent with my top three n also a little smth for draken <3
—› ft. draken, mitsuya, hakkai
—› cw. pussydrunk men, oral, afab! reader, dumbification, face riding, cumming untouched, overstimulation, cnc? (just in case)
not proofread. 18+ only. minors, blank, ageless blogs dni
DRAKEN
menace. pussydrunk. pussywhipped. he cannot stand being away from your messy cunt, webbed hole all twitchy and creamy with cum when he makes you cum three times in a row with just eager strokes of his tongue, lapping up your sweet juices because you really taste that good, and he really can’t find it in himself to stop when you quiver and buck your hips, close to riding his face above him.
he loves when you sit on his face, loves the full weight of you all on him. it gets him hard just like that. makes a dewdrop of precum bead at his tip before it grows and runs down his shaft that’s branched out with big, throbbing veins.
the feel of his senses being smothered by your cunt is like heaven to him.
the taste of nectar, sweet and creamy, on his tongue as your pussy cries and gushes slick, draken almost thinks he’s drinking honey straight from your puffy folds. but you don’t reciprocate the sentiment as you try to lift them away from him, so he has to wrap his strong arms around your waist, forearms resting on your plush thighs, just to pull you down and keep you there.
he loves the way your tiny hole twitches as it creams gloopy cum that drops and fills his mouth perfectly. likes it even better when you convulse and thrash around on top of him, tugging at his hair and limping against his headboard since you can’t hold yourself up anymore and putting all of your weight on him anyway. then you have no choice but to take his tongue rubbing and prodding at your puffy clit, breaching your walls and stretching you out the tiniest bit to lick along your sweet spot, jabbing at spongy, ribbed walls.
and god the smell of your freshly creamed cunt makes his head dizzy and his cock throb, makes the fire in his loins burn brighter that he bucks his hips, swirls and rolls them out of habit because his heavy, neglected dick remembers the squeeze and clamp of your walls that’s currently on his tongue.
MITSUYA
while you’re sobbing and convulsing beneath him, blabbering anything that crosses your stupid, little, fucked out head, that is when mitsuya likes you best. which happens more often than you think because you’re a naive and trusting little thing to believe in the soft glaze of his eyes, lovestruck and adoring, in the gentle touches of his careful hands—that are guiding you right into the palm of his hands, right under your nose.
you’re foolish enough to believe in the dulcet coos of his warm voice that makes your head foggy with praise and adoration and love.
(mitsuya might love you, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t wanna ruin you.)
so like that, soft coos of your name, tender praises of your compliance makes your head foggy with love and obedience as you walk right into his grasp, and then he doesn’t let you go. which is where you find yourself now, knees bent at your chest, legs spread, him laying on his stomach, face hovering above your slicked slit, rosy folds puffy and fluttering as your nth climax rushes over you.
his strong, calloused hands are flat against the under fat of your plush thighs, lithe fingers digging crescents into your skin. fat, salty tears run free down your eyes, blurring your vision, and the back to back orgasms without a break constricts your breathing, makes it run continuously and irregularly, which causes you to have a bad case of the hiccups.
you’re tired and exhausted, and most of all shy as mitsuya laps at your creaming cunt with a ferocity befitting a criminal eating his last meal. a rough tongue strokes against your lips and puffy clit, occasionally breaching your entrance to slurp up the ongoing stream of your slick.
your pussy is messy, sloppy as you bury your face in your hands to prevent the icy gaze of mitsuya’s dark lilac eyes on you, watching each tick, each scrunch of your brows, each gasp and moan and mewl and wince, the tiny hiccups sprinkled within.
his eyes feel scary on you, makes you feel like he’s going to keep doing this until he has his fill observing your descent into post-orgasm agony.
his fingers are tight as they keep your legs open, no matter how hard you try to close them or pull away. “keep that pretty girl open for me baby. ‘m not done with you yet.” he says in warning as he kisses your sensitive nub before sealing his lips over it and sucking.
your eyes roll back, and you see white as the small flutter in your stomach grows stronger, and you feel your walls spasm. liquid squirts and you convulse before your mind blanks.
HAKKAI
this sweet boy is limp underneath you, hands weakly clutched on to your hips, tongue slow as it laps over your slit, occasionally rolling against your engorged clit, jaw stiff and locked as his mouth hangs open.
he was enthusiastic at the start, tongue strong and fast as it stroked your puffy folds, breaching your hole to gather more juices into his mouth to have it pool on his tongue, but eventually the smother of your heady cunt struck him, fogged his head into a stupid mess of paralyzing arousal, and now he just lays there as you rock your hips to make your clit catch against his tongue, flat and sticking out of his lips, slit sloppy as it rubs against the thick muscle.
“you’re doing so good for me ‘kai. so good. ‘m gonna cum soon.” and when you mewl your praises to him like that, he can’t help the automatic way his tongue slithers inside your walls again, so you could ride it, or the way he tilts his head down to prolong his nose to hit against your nub.
as you rut your hips on his face, cunt riding his tongue as he tries his best to curl it to your sweet spot, a band in his stomach comes close to snapping along with his throbbing dick that’s leaking precum like a faucet to his twitching balls.
when you cum, walls clamping down on his tongue, gush of nectar falling right into his awaiting mouth, the band snaps. his hips buck up behind you, and you think he’s just searching for friction, so you don’t pay it any mind, but when you lean back to allow him some air, there’s a puddle of white on his toned stomach that your hand lands in, shaft still jumping as more spurts of white shoot from his cockslit, balls snapping in time with each spurt of cum.
“oh.”
you shakily lift yourself from his face, tongue popping out of your hole, sticky slivers of cream glued to hakkai’s chin, a shiny sheen of slick against his cherry red, swollen lips, and chin, and despite the mess you made on him, or the way your pussy flooded his smell and mouth, his head lifts to follow your enchanting hole that he wants back on his tongue desperately, but it falls back down, and he moans when a soft hand circles his thick cock, slowly starting to pump it, lathering up the remnants of his orgasm to provide a smoother glide.
and hakkai forgets about your pussy.
post a/n. goddamn my clit was throbbing so hard during draken’s part. free me of that man. wrote this all with my pussy
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