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sucking diluc off in public is my dream

cw. oral (male! receiving), throatfucking, public syx, fem! reader

the way diluc was whenever you two were intimate with each other was exactly how he was in real life, entirely merciless when he craved to pleasure you, but reserved when it's you doing it to him— when you suddenly realize he's been rubbing against his clothed bulge ever so often with a dizzy haze in his eyes as he yearns for some relief.

"we— ugh, shouldn't," he panics at first when you guide him towards the safe area of the angels share, "if someone sees us—" and despite his previous fear of being caught with his dick literally down your throat and his pants down, there's a pleasurable burn crawling over his groin when your mouth presses into him until your nose tickles his base, and the way he looks at you was needy, and a little wild and exciting.

diluc watches with both attention and interest as you leisurely pull back to suckle on his tip, your tongue continuously kitty licking at the underside of his cock, both your frames veiled away in the sheltered upstairs area of his tavern where customers couldn't spot you.

his eyes were fully focused on you, but mostly they caught on to the borderline painful looking stretch of your lips wrapping around his thick shaft, his large hand caressing the back of your head as you guide your mouth lower.

"angel, fuck— you feel so so good," his voice was continuously breaking under the weight of your plump lips wrapping and molding into his shape and shit— he loves seeing you like this, eager to tease him and the fact that he was the only person you'd do this to sent his body in a frenzy.

you're both so filthy— adventurous for doing this right now, and every time he hears the pesky noises from downstairs, be it the clashing of cups or the loud yells of drunk customers, his thighs violently shake under your touch when you bring his attention back with a harsh stroke of your head bobbing down.

you look up at him, hollowing out your cheeks and swirling your tongue over the tip as you pull back, making his muscles scream for more of this, more relief as you manage to give him more.

diluc wasn't necessarily the loudest whenever you were intimate with each other, while now for the first time, he has to be quiet in order to keep your bodies sheltered from someone catching up on the two of you. despite the soft grunts that will sometimes rumble in his chest, he keeps himself silent, but finds himself in trouble when you're  trying harder and harder to take inch after inch, his body reacting when your throat flexes whenever you attempt to taste more of him.

he is just so warm and big in your mouth it fizzles your eyes with tears— and your throat just loved the stretch of his member, or his musky scent invading your nostrils and taking claim of your delirious mind.

you love every bit of what was going on and so did he— from the calloused hand on the back of your head holding you against his dripping cock, to his tip hitting the back of your throat over and over whenever you let him fuck your mouth like he wanted to, and not to forget the friction from your digits suddenly sliding down south to push between your thighs rubbing together, relieving yourself off any bit of the tension going on within your wet sex aching for him.

"jus... like that doll," he hisses at you, "so good, fuck—,"

he's digging his fingers into your head and holds you down on his erection as you gulp filthily around him, your messy spit oozing from the sides of your mouth and dribbling down from your chin to the wooden floor, smearing across not only yourself but his pants as well.

his cock twitches when you squeeze his balls and massage them in your palm, his shaft thickening in a way that you can evidently taste it on your tongue as he cums with a silent cry of your name, his greedy seed spilling hot inside of you as he continues to throatfuck you.

you press your fingernails into the flesh of his muscular thighs as you swallow his gift, and diluc groans at the sight, his eyes open wide after having himself lost in the hot tightness of your mouth.

you whimper around his shaft, barely— a vibration so pathetic that he glances down at you sheepishly, his cock still crowded into your wet mouth as you meet his gaze through doused lashes.

"you did so well, love .."

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐗𝐎𝐗𝐌𝐀𝐒 2023 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓

oh my god, waking up to seeing Luke all wide eyed and serving cvnt was not what I expected. this has to be one of his most suggestive and cutest cards yet ??

HE'S LIKE A PUPPY RAAAH !! I agree sm, his eyes are just so big and puppy like... Rosa is better than me (even though we are Rosa) because I'd be all up on Luke like a damn dog

and it's the fact that we all know that Luke could very much easily slip out of the ribbons, seeing how loose they are compared to the rest

the things that detective pearce does to my heart... gaah TT !! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

So I woke up to a rather delightful sight today morning and I would like you all to experience the sight with me as well.

...... Yeah... I spot you all. Hoyo was for some reason (Bless that reason) Very nice to give us this early Christmas present. The new CN MR event Sweetheart's gift conveys what it wants to with its title and cards. They ARE the gifts.

Luke looks so innocent like a puppy, he just wants to be a good boy. Artem looks damn good and hot with his disheveled state, kind of confused but excited for what's about to happen and is happening. On the other hand, our Dr. Richter looks so calm and composed, looking at us with the all knowing going in his eyes beckoning us to come forward and do whatever we want with him. And Marius... Oh God... Marius von Hagen. The things he does to me... The disheveled state, the mischievous look in his eyes and the god damn smug in his lips.

Uhm, my emotions went a bit rampant there but other than the gifts, I also love the decorations and aesthetic here. The Christmas vibe can totally be felt from the cards. Not to mention the cute, small things we have in the cards like Santa hat hair clip on Luke or the ring on Vyn'd finger which has a V on it or Marius' Christmas themed earrings. I love it all and it's very difficult to choose which one ml I should go for.

Nonetheless all those playing CN server, I wish you all luck! Happy Holidays guys!

I love scara sm omg 🫶🏼🫶🏼

I could ramble for days on end about his lore and not be sick and tired of him

he's just so loveable and so well written

love love love fics where he's bashful and an asshole but still sweet !! bc his character is more than him hating on ei

𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | scaramouche

synopsis : new years with scaramouche, who only enjoys it because he's spending it with you.

cw(s) : smut below cut! scaramouche x fem! reader, cumming inside, kinda fluffy, not super smutty

SCARAMOUCHE silently checked you out from behind as you were focused on doing some final touches on your makeup.

a small smile made its way up his lips as you stood and did a little twirl. SCARAMOUCHE caught you as you stumbled a bit, pulling you into his hold by the waist.

"how do I look?" you giggled, pushing yourself away a bit to allow him to see you whole. "...you look good." he murmured, but you could tell from his eyes that you he thought more highly of the way you dolled up.

"do you have to look that good though?" SCARAMOUCHE huffed, already feeling a bit jealous at the thought of other guys ogling at you.

"—not that I mind, of course... I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable." understanding his worry, you turned around and cupped his cheeks, sending him a big reassuring grin.

"I'll be alright. afterall, I have the scary dog privilege." you winked at SCARAMOUCHE before leaning to press a chaste kiss to his cheek.

"...c'mon, loverboy. you wouldn't want to be late to the new years party, hm?"

SCARAMOUCHE grumbled something under his breath, rolling his eyes a bit, but he obediently followed.

the party was alright, but SCARAMOUCHE refrained from expressing his thoughts, as he sported a polite smile. soon, your need to catch up with friends was far greater than your need to stay near him, and his eyes followed your figure attentively through the party.

any individual who would get too close to you would cower away at the intensity at which SCARAMOUCHE glared at them. unaware of what was causing your companions to cut the conversation short, you realized once you felt a pair of arms wrap around your figure protectively.

"...how about we leave after countdown?" SCARAMOUCHE sighed, his grip tightening slightly as he rested his head on your shoulder, his lips slightly pouty.

"what was the point of dressing up then, scara??"

"it's okay. I'll make sure to appreciate the effort you put into making yourself all pretty, once we get home." SCARAMOUCHE's thumb swiped at your lips, catching a bit of color from the product.

his own lips quirked into a small smile as he kissed his thumb gently. a loud announcement made its way to capturing the attention of the crowd, interrupting the small moment between the two of you.

before you knew it, the countdown started.

...3,

...2,

...1,

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

SCARAMOUCHE lifted you up, capturing your lips with his once the fireworks started, not giving you a chance to register what was happening.

dumbfounded, you pulled away breathless, looking at the sight before you. his lips were tintedly lightly red, and his expression had an air of playfulness to it.

cheeky bastard.

"w-wait, wait, waait...!" you cried out, feeling him slip inside from behind you. your eyes rolled back as you clenched around his cock. "...s' too d-deeep...~!" you whimpered, feeling his tip hit your womb.

SCARAMOUCHE carefully took a fistful of your hair, pulling you towards him, causing an arch in your back. he found it hot how pretty you still looked despite the smear of your lipstick and running of mascara. your dress pulled down to where your tits were exposed and bouncing with every thrust.

even though you insisted you couldn't take more, you kept clinging so tightly onto him, and crying every time his dick slipped out of your hole.

it was cute, really.

"should've seen the way those guys were eyeing you up like a pack of wolves... it's too bad they don't know who you belong to."

"isn't that right, pretty girl?"

"mhmmm... jus' yours, all yoursss..." you nodded and babbled mindlessly, too drunk on the way it hit and kissed your cervix, to care. SCARAMOUCHE hummed, feeling pleased as he gave you a kiss, nipping your lips gently near the end of it.

"I'm so glad to have you...and I can tell that you are too, from the way your pussy's squeezing me..." he let out a small chuckle, flipping you over. SCARAMOUCHE's gaze softened as he saw your teary eyes, brushing his hand gently up to wipe them away.

his pace certainly slowed down, but SCARAMOUCHE made sure that you still felt good as he languidly pumped his cock in and out of your cunt. your release came quickly due to the overstimulation from previous rounds as you came for the nth time, blanking out and seeing stars as you twitched and let out a loud moan. SCARAMOUCHE came soon after, with one last thrust, burying his face into your neck.

"y-you're here with me, and I'm here with you..." he murmured, grasping your hand. "it doesn't matter if you dress up or not, you'll always look pretty..."

"...we don't need to go to a party. if you want, we can just have a count down and kiss once it hits 12 o'clock..."

"so, i-i'm saying... let's just spend every year together." SCARAMOUCHE huffed, turning his face away from yours, bashfully.

you gave him a look of disbelief. not believing that he could still act bashful after saying the stating the simplest thing after SCARAMOUCHE spent hours bullying you with his cock.

"whatever, I love you too, scara... happy new year."

you rolled your eyes, pulling him in for a kiss with a big smile on your lips.

"w-what? sorry... are you upset I ruined your makeup??"

promise I'll put something out soon! I'm alive, just busy with school 😿

☆ scummy scara drabble

headcannons I suppose

cw(s) : smut, afab! fem! reader, cumming quickly, weird scara, weird reader ??

I actually love scummy scara

he's a virgin loser who has never felt the touch of a woman.

↳ scummy scara who froths at the mouth like a rabid animal whenever he sees you

it doesn't even have to be you dressed up in any type of way, scara just automatically follows you with his eyes and imagines all the (im)possible scenarios and fantasies he has with you

when you do dress up a bit skimpier than usual, he'd be ogling at you, thinking of how you proved him wrong by thinking that you couldn't look any hotter than you already did.

↳ scummy scara who is inexperienced and has unrealistic ideas about sex

↳ scummy scara who wants to play out his cringy imagination (which he gets from the anime he watches)

↳ scummy scara who can't believe that it's all real when you finally do talk to him !

↳ scummy scara has a nosebleed when you've straddled his lap, him getting a full view of you pulling up your shirt to reveal your plush breasts that he dreamt of seeing up close

↳ scummy scara who can't muster up any words, moaning like a whore and cumming within seconds when he bottoms out in your warm cunt

↳ scummy scara feels like he's in heaven as you tease and bounce on his cock, which you claim is "surprisingly big"

scaramouche cries when you lean down to give him a peck on the lips. he's in disbelief that you're in his room, all cuddled up on his chest.

you can't help but let out a small laugh, finding him adorable in the way he reacts. he's never touched a girl, let alone talked to a girl longer than needed, so he's in awe as he blushes at the proximity you're both in.

it's so... intimate. your skin is so soft, and you're so warm and much more tiny than he imagined (not to mention, way more charming and hotter than he imagined in his little scenarios).

without realizing it, he had grew another erection.

you quickly felt it twitch and throb slightly against the fat of your ass, and you couldn't help but to tease the boy a little.

"you're ready for another round?" you smiled, flipping the both of you over, with him onto this time.

"how about you try topping me, lover boy? just try not to cum too quickly this time."

scaramouche was shaking as his hands made his way about, feeling confused and scared to think about touching your sacred body.

his worries were eased as you guided him, and he couldn't help but slap his hips into your warm and wet cunt in a frenzy once he bottomed out, because it felt too good not to.

your moans and words of affirmation made him melt into the crook of your neck, as he tried to be good and listen to you, trying his best not to cum quickly.

"f-fuck... s-sorry...! ah! I might cum soon..." he whined out, feeling you clench around his cock.

"... it's okay, cum for me." you managed to coo out to him between your soft pants. scaramouche came instantly, feeling weak in the knees as he collapsed onto you.

you smiled, realizing that he fell asleep from exhaustion.

scaramouche, despite his watching and curious looks towards you, never realized that you noticed his shy glances. it was cute, you thought.

you would wait in spots where you saw him sometimes, just to see his reaction to your newest low-cut top. and you would purposefully bend down in front of him when you wore a skirt, all just to see his face contort nervously, and to see his cheeks redden.

the thought of tainting his image of you being innocent and sweet was all too tempting, and you finally had him wrapped around your little finger.

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐢

☆ arataki itto × fem! reader

cw(s): afab! reader, blood from reader's first time, description of itto's cock, mentions of pain, pounding, use of condom !

nsfw below cut!

after a heavy makeout session with itto during cuddling, as you felt something prod and poke at your butt. you slightly shifted to glance down, only to get a slightly shaky exhale from itto.

"...sorry, gimme a sec in the bathroom and I'll be back."

he murmured quietly, a bit embarrassed from his his angry erection as he didn't dare to meet your eyes. to his surprise, you stayed seated on his lap, and instead you cupped his cheeks, turning his face towards yours.

"you don't need to...I think I'm ready."

itto's eyes went round as he gulped, gently lifting you up before laying you down on the bed.

"... sure about it? I don't want ya to feel pressured because I—" itto was quickly shut up as you pulled him in for a kiss. you smiled, nodding after the kiss broke. "I'm sure, you big doofus."

it was adoring, really, watching as his big hands shook when he clumsily undressed you. itto tried his best to carefully take your bra off, but he struggled as you quietly laughed at his distress over the simple hooks. you helped him out before he continued trailing kisses down your tummy.

soon, with a hook of his fingers around the band of your panties, your cunt laid bare, slightly glistening. feeling shy, your legs instinctively closed, but his voice was soft as he opened up your legs, his lips gently nipping and kissing at your thighs.

"... I n-needa prep you, right?" itto mumbled, feeling nervous as his middle finger prodded at your entrance, your arousal coating his fingers as he dipped one inside. "is this o-okay...?" he asked in a worried tone, watching your expression slightly scrunch.

you nodded, taking his hand gently in your own to guide him.

"you can add more, itto... I'm not as fragile as you think."

"o-of course you're not...! I know that you're stronger than you look, sweet girl." he huffed, gaining a sudden sense of fake confidence as he inserted another finger, increasing the speed just slightly, pumping and curling his fingers slightly.

your arousal covered his hand soon enough, and you tugged lightly on his hair to tell him so.

itto hastily dropped his pants, his cock slapping and hitting his stomach as it stuck out proud. he was shaking a bit as he unwrapped a condom and slid it on his length. his length was certainly girthy, and long enough for you to slightly waiver. itto noticed how worried you were from the way your brows slightly furrowed, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to remind you.

"I'll go slow, don't worry..." he murmured softly with a big grin, reaching down to hold your smaller hand in his big hand. his other hand went to grab his dick, lining it up with your wet entrace before he very slowly pushed.

a slight whimper came from your throat as you cried out a bit, feeling the stretch from just his tip alone, to be too much.

"...c-cant! ittooo... s' too much."

"yeah, you can... what happened to not being fragile, hm?"

itto bit his lip and cooed softly, gently wiping away the tears in your eyes as he continued to rock his hips further in.

with his cock fully nestled in your warmth, you let out an exasperated and shaky sigh, still adjusting as you gave his hand a tight squeeze. itto stayed as still as a statue, afraid to hurt you.

"I think... you can move now. go slow, okay? you have to promise." itto nodded, murmuring out a "I promise to." before he pulled out until his tip, and thrusted back in slowly. the motion continued until itto started to speed up, the clench of your cunt and melodic whines of his name coming from your lips being too much to bear.

his curved dick perfectly hit that one spot, causing you to cry out a bit louder than earlier, itto noticed as he began to abuse and bully his cock deeper inside.

"I'm y-your one and only, right?" he let out a small growl, feeling a bit possessive as he took all of your glory in at once, only wanting to have you to himself. his hands squeezed and squished at your skin, fondling your breasts and gripping at your hips.

you felt as if he was reaching your cervix as you nodded, the look in his eyes was loving as he peppered wet kisses along your neck, biting and leaving some love bites.

though the moment was sweet, it was quite lewd as the sound of skin slapping and squelching of your pussy was heard audibly despite the combined moans from both you and itto.

"f-fuck... you're so tight," he groaned, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. "squeezin' so hard 'round my cock, b-baby."

his comments flew past your head as your eyes rolled back and mouth laid agape from pleasure. you were focused on the veins of his cock dragging against your walls, and his tip hitting the deepest part in you.

"i-itto, itto, itto...! I'm sooo cloooseee...!" you cried out, feeling your climax come quickly.

"shit— cum f' me... cum for your one and oni." itto reached down to gently rub at your clit and assist you with your climax. with a broken moan, you came, throwing you head back on the pillow as you gripped onto his forearms tightly.

the tight and fluttering of your walls led itto to come shortly after you, his hips stuttering as he rode his high and came into the condom.

both of you basked in the afterglow for a bit before itto pulled out and pulled the condom off, tying it and throwing it into the trash can in the room.

without a word, he ran off to go get a warm towel to clean you up. itto opened a bottle of water and gently helped you gulp a bit down before he joined you back in bed, big spooning as he pushed your face into his plush chest.

"where'd you learn all of that from?" you murmured, quirking up a brow. the oni before you scratched his head with a big and guilty smile on face.

"...what good would it be if your one and oni didn't even know the basics? I had to study at least a bit."

"that was soooo bad." your tone was playful as you hugged him back with a happy and content grin.

the atmosphere was happy and quiet before you felt something hard poke at your thighs this time. you groaned as you were met with his stupid and unashamed smile, his little fangs clearly showing from how big his lips stretched.

"one more round? 'promise I'll be gentle."

I HATE EVERYONE BUT YOU

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — scaramouche has always been yours, yet he needs you to know that you'll always be his no matter what— even when you get all flustered while he shows you.

— ꒰ a/n ꒱ — in scaramouche we what?

— ꒰ wordcount ꒱ — 1.7k

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, fem! reader, jealous! reader, dom scara, rough sex but very passionate, scara hates everyone but you, slightly possessive scara, spitting, cumming inside of you

"you have nothing to worry about,"

"stop thinking about it and look at me," fingers gracefully trace on your bare skin, "because i need you to realize," drawing all sorts of shapes into your searing flesh, like subtle curves into your ribs, "that you'll never get rid of me," and lines dragging across your stomach when scaramouche's hand ultimately settles on your hips.

your stomach does flips at his words, and a fresh tide of relief cuts through your initial doubts. he grins and clicks his tongue, eyes dancing with amusement when he catches your shyness, "hm? what's up with you? where's this pretty voice of yours now?" and that smile, ugh, he cannot help himself but irritate you abundantly, especially when he knows how you'd react to his words.

"shut up," you hiss, "don't do that,"

"do what?" he cocks a brow, "—that?" he breathes, boldly as his thumb rolls over your clit in slow circles. the fire in his eyes was hard to miss and when he feels your body react to his loving trace, he's more than happy to indulge in those waves of lust— most notably show you that he'll never go away.

"fuck—" you whine, "you're mean," and you find out that his thoroughly chosen words would end up adding fuel to the looming wildfire burning between you both, the two of you high on the tension and rush smoldering the air.

and scaramouche's confessions were driving you into a spiral.

"careful there," he coos, "take it slow," for him, there was no competition, and even if there was a competition, you're not in it. you're above everything. you're perfect, no one could ever set his heart ablaze like you did.

scaramouche hums, "you're stuck with me." he candidly bites down on your bottom lip, "okay?" when you nod vigorously at him, your hips leaving the bed as your back arches into his digits, your hands finding immediate comfort in his hair as you tug softly at his roots to press his lips on yours.

scaramouche was pretty when he looked at you like that, kissed you like he needed you to survive— dreamily while flushed, his cheeks seething with scarlet redness when he inhales deeply for a moment.

but he's not used to all of this, and he didn't like the fact that you could become jealous sometimes— after all, humans suffer more in imagination rather than in reality, and you have nothing to worry about, scaramouche certainly thought he made that very much clear.

but he's embarrassed, although not because of the fact that he might've gotten too close to someone who wasn't you and experienced regret, which, in fact, wasn't possible.

he simply cannot stand anybody besides you.

truth be told, he's a little annoyed that you forgot about the fact that he wasn't a big talker per se, he even actively chose his schedule so he wouldn't see a lot of people, or anyone for that matter. scaramouche never sought out to make any meaningful friendships with the people of the akademiya as well— despite the god of wisdom helplessly attempting to push him out of his comfort zone.

with that out of the way, the real reason as to why scaramouche was embarrassed was quite silly, because it's due to what your jealousy did to him— fuck, he finds it beyond attractive, yet he refuses to acknowledge that a special heat conquered his chest like that, reaching his groin until he couldn't think straight.

there's a delicate challenge in your ways of reacting when he tells you that you mustn't be jealous, and scaramouche drinks it like water— he knows you're everything he's ever wished for, like ice cream on a hot summer day, you're melting his heart.

he nuzzles into your skin to inhale your scent, leaves soft kisses on your cheekbones while holding your jaw, making you look directly at him.

does he need to show you that he's utterly addicted to you? so, do you require it like a challenge of sorts? because archons, he'll do it, easy work easy done.

to note, it's not scaramouche's fault that people want to talk to him and are curious about the new addition to the akademiya— yet he doesn't like them, it's pestering when they get too close to him as well, ask if he could talk a little more about where he was coming from because they wanted to be nice, civil but end up making him scoff with a roll of his eyes.

enjoying his own company was fine to scaramouche— and he always found himself fantasizing about you all the time, particularly about your soft laughs and candid smiles, your voice, your stories and your understanding was like a sweet melody to the wanderer, and he could indulge in it during his breaks, before he needed to finish a mission, or he could imagine it every single night before he'd fall asleep to the thought of you.

your body was rubbing against his now, sweat colliding as he removes his fingers from your cunt and wraps them around his erection, pretty dark lashes accentuating his flaring cheekbones while you loop your arms around him— parting your legs a little so he could easily slide himself in.

scaramouche gently adds pressure on your tight hole before moving his hips, but it's slow— gentle and delicate that you can feel every crevice of his length in you.

a soft moan rips from his throat as you mold around him easily, feeling him attentively as he traces the thick vein along the side of your walls as your hips twitch at the slight sting deep in your abdomen.

scaramouche was as desperate as ever to show you his love through physical attention— and the word shame didn't seem to find a place in his phraseology when he forces your gaze back under his. "open and stick your tongue out," he taps, once twice, against your lips with his thumb, "wanna taste me, right? so do it now," while keeping his throbbing dick buried inside as he purposefully moves his hips a little to make you squeal.

you cannot help the way your lips curve into a smile before you're parting your lips, applauding his efforts to claim you. it's merciless when he bundles the saliva budding in his mouth before spitting on your tongue, his crystalline eyes open to catch your tremble— how can he not indulge in this? you're nothing short of perfect, pleading for him to give you more.

"show me," he commands further, groaning deep into his chest when he looks at his saliva melting with your own and how it's dribbling from your chin, his length twitching rapidly as you try to steady your breathing at the sinful scenario you're living through.

scaramouche's hands clench at your waist as he fucks you as passionate as he can, his cock pressing against the overstimulated bud in your pussy before starting slow circles with his hips, your mouth huffing out candid i love you's amidst your moans.

inch by inch he slides into you, in and out in rapid movements, the more you take the better it felt having him rub your pleasure spots he so desperately desired to feel suck on his shaft and milk the cum out of his cock. he finds it cute when your face suddenly scrunches up if he moves faster than previous, your jaw parting in awe at how much better it felt the more he upped his tempo to batter your sore pussy.

it feels good— it always does, and if being a little jealous here and there would always result in this, than you'd gladly play your part as much as he needed it. it's almost like you don't hear yourself moaning and spell out honeyed praises, too occupied to indulge on the way scaramouche rolled along your walls and the noises of his balls colliding on your skin over and over.

"fuck— you're gonna make me cum fast," scaramouche gasps, dragging his sensitive cock through you like you're made for him, as if it just fits and he doesn't need to prep you, which he in fact, really enjoyed doing as well.

frankly, nothing tasted as good as your pussy rubbing across his mouth.

one hand leaves your hips before he gives your clit a little attention, pressing through the curtains that protected your sensitive pearl as he rubs your slick over the sensitivity, smirking devilishly when you arch your back off the mattress and begin to shake, your walls spasming while being so perfect when milking his cock, your pussy dripping with slick as he toys with your clit.

you cry out a sound between a broken sob and sharp moan of his name and that's when scaramouche knows you're close too— swift when he drags his hand from your clit to intertwine his digits with your own as he fucked you into the bed, your pussy pulsing around him as your eyes scrunch shut when you reach your high, falling slack against the bed and whining out shortly when he warms you with the weight of his body.

"fuck— shit!," his hips faster, his breath quicker, "you're fuckin mine, mine, mine," scaramouche falls apart,  panting against your ear and groaning lowly, his erection pulsing while constricted by your walls as he holds his cock deeply buried in you before thrusting back and forth once, twice, three more times as he spills his load into your pussy— his warm seed setting your belly on fire by how perfect it felt to be claimed in such lewd, passionate way.

"fuck," he breathes, "gonna stay like that for a bit,"

archons, it's so sticky— borderline filthy and shameless with every intention of it being like that. your tits were still bouncing up and down from the following, last thrusts of him pumping his precious cum into your hole and making sure not a single drop gets lost midway.

after a while of collecting your breathing and turning it evenly again, you giggle out, finding his darkened hair strands as you greet him with a wet, sloppy kiss, "wanna join me for a shower later?" you mumble, eyes half-lidded as he hums softly into your lips, "mhm, or i'll decline so you'll get mad at me, right?"

"i will bite you," you threaten, shaking slightly as he pulls himself out without warning to expose his drenched cock being weaved with your slick, the filthy mixture dripping along your inner thighs,

"please do, "i'm counting on it," scaramouche ends with a wink.

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CW: reader sucking nanamis dick lol, me playing up nanamis old manness bc i am picturing him as a middle aged man, no power dynamics, nanami cums on your face n realizes he may have a kink, reader is ":3" coded, unedited for now bc i need sleep

a/n: wrote this cause im down bad. not written well tho LOL

"Are you sure you like this? I dont want your jaw to hurt..." Nanami questions, furrowed browed as he gently traces the skin near your temple.

You were kneeling in front of him, hands placed on his thighs and grinning at him. "I want to. I really, really want to. Been thinking about it all day."

"You are quite eager."

"Arent you?" Your eyes trail to cock in your hand, completely hard and flushing a shade of red. His work attire was still on, and you just unbuttoned his pants enough so that only his dick was free. You had a thing for the work attire - you couldnt help it, he looked incredibly good in a suit.

In return, Nanami just rubs at his mouth, not denying it. Then he pets your hair, settling in his chair. "Okay, but I wont be mad if you grow uncomfortable."

You rolls your eyes at him, pressing your cheek against his cock. "You coddle me too much. I will not die from sucking dick, Kento."

He stays quiet at this, just silently brushing your hair back into his palms, holding it away from your face. It was polite, all things considering. You smile at him, while your tongue drags from the base of his cock to the tip.

You continue to prep yourself, licking and gently kissing the shaft, while Nanami watches in silence. Then, you put your mouth over him and begin to suckle the tip. A sigh is let out from the man, and he resists the urge to shut his eyes, wanting to watch the lewd sight.

Your head find a steady motion - bobbing up and down until you gag and pull off. He pretends that the sound doesnt turn him on, feeling bad that something uncomfortable for you sends blood rushing to his groin.

When you pull away, slightly panting, he rubs at your lips, now coated in saliva. "Are you okay?"

"You're doing it again, Kento. I am not a child - I've sucked other mens dick before."

He blinks at this, before frowning and forcing you back on his cock by your hair. But, when he heard your giggles from below, he realized quickly that you only said that to tease him. He sighs at that, shaking his head. "Do you like making me upset?"

You hum around his cock, letting drool purposefully fall from your mouth and down till it reached his balls - it was always bettter when it was sloppier, or so you have heard. But, you pull away quickly to answer him, tilting your head to the side so that you can continue to lick his shaft.

"Kinda fun to - you get this look in your eyes. Its weirdly sexy seeing you mad."

His non dominant hand goes back to caressing the skin on your face and his eyes soften. "I would never actually be mad at you."

You make eyecontact with him as you stick your tongue out and swirl it around the redden tip, ignoring the salty taste of pre. Then you give the head another kiss, pressing your nose against it. "I know. You're too soft around me. Its cute, I dont mind it."

"I'm glad," he breathes, and then he pauses, gulping, and looking away, "Then if you dont mind, can you go a little farther down? If its not too uncomfortable, of course."

You obey with little hesistation, mouth coming closer to the dark patch of hair on his lower abdomen. This time he groans out, and cant help but shut his eyes at the warm feeling of your throat. You try your best to focus, but seeing your lovers face contort with pleasure was too pretty to not watch.

His hips move from his chair, slightly bucking into your mouth like he couldnt control them. It makes a lewd noise in the back of your throat, and he groans hearing it. You continue your movements, and with each moment, his cock gets wetter from the amount of saliva coated on it.

Large, callused finger tips run over your neck, feeling the way his dick creates a small bulge, and he lets out a shaky breathe. "Fuck. Wow, you are something. Doing so well, thank you, thank you, fuck."

Tears are beggining to prick at your eyes from the lack of air, but still you try your best to nod at him, even if the action sends him groaning out again.

He was growing overheated from the whole thing, and you watch as he removes his tie and unbuttons the top part of his shirt. The sight makes you slightly moan, and it sends a vibration up Nanami's spine.

When you pull away for another breathe, he lets out a noise close to a whine, and you hold back a chuckle. "Looks whose the one eager now." You tease, and his cheeks pinken slightly as he looks away.

"You really treat me so well."

"You think I am good at sucking dick?"

A lewd way to put it, and Nanami wouldnt phrase it like that, but alas, he nods his head, before guiding you back onto his cock. You in return laugh, and immediately go back to work.

With each bob of your head, he gets more into it, now slightly pushing you down farther by your hair. You don't mind it, and Nanami begins to pant from the pleasure, deep and breathlessly. The sound only spurs you on.

It doesnt take much longer for his abdomen to tighten up, and the feeling of his orgasm to approach. You could tell he was close to coming, even without a warning from the way his grunts seem to grow louder. So you continue your pace, trying your best to hold out without a breathe until he cums down your throat.

But, to much of your suprise, he pulls you off from him by your hair. You try to protest, wanting him to cum in your mouth, but he simply grabs at his cock with his other hand and pumps it a couple of times before aiming it at your face.

Cum shoots out of the wet head, and you are forced to shut one of your eyes as the white liquid lands on your upper cheek and eyelid. The rest lands on a multitude of places on your face, causing you to squint your one opened eye. He groans the entirity of it, and so you let him cum all over your face, finding the noise cute.

But when he is done, you simply wipe off your eyes, leaving the rest for now, and blink up at him with a small frown. "You know it would be alot cleaner if you would have came down my throat."

Nanami just stares at you, eyes scanning your face. Then, you notice the tint of red that danced on his cheeks and ears. Your face lights up at the realization. "I knew you had some sort of kink. You're not as vanilla as I thought, Kento! Who would have thought cumming on my face would do it for you."

"You just look...so pretty like this." A laugh falls from your lips, as your eyes travel back to his cock that was beginning to harden again. Now, it was time for the real deal - you almost squeal in excitement as you drag him to the bedroom.