#ride him into oblivion

[copias-juicebox]

His big ass wet bambi eyes 🥺🥹

[jethrowest]

ink stains

some light banter, an easygoing evening. can be thought of as a companion piece to this one-shot, but doesn’t have to be read before this one. you and jethro are an established couple now, lucky you! time for a little office (orifice) shenanigans.

pairing : jethro west/afab reader

warnings : clitoral stimulation, very mild choking. 18+, mdni

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Retrieving decanter of amber liquid from Jethro’s private stash, you wait for him to wrap up for the night, pouring a small amount into separate glasses. You make yourself comfortable on the edge of his desk while you swirl the spirits about, disturbing them in their once stationary phase.

He watches you with a noncommittal air, most of his attention on the conversation he’s having over the phone. You place his drink next to his notes and hold onto yours, taking gradual sips.

Every once in awhile, he jots down what’s fed to him on the other end of the line. You listen to the calming, hypnotic scratch of pen against paper, briefly shutting your eyes.

It’s a lazy evening for you both and you want to bask in it as much as possible. You sigh, inhaling his deep, soothing voice.

A few minutes pass, potent booze bubbling and settling in your stomach. You appreciate its burn, absentmindedly surveying the simple office decor as if you haven’t seen it hundreds of times.

Jethro seizes this chance to inspect you without detection, his multitasking skills ever prevalent.

You are, to put it bluntly, not what he expected. Alluring physical attributes aside, you are someone he surprisingly discovered he can dig his claws into while your individuality remains intact. To add, you still make it plain that you want to be here, with him and no one else. You’re frankly… subtle about it. Subtle yet impressive enough for him to notice.

None of it scares him. Over time, he replaced his claws with something a little softer, a little more natural. You make it easy to love you.

To love you.

He smiles peacefully at the thought.

Uncrossing your legs, you lean back a little, stretching your torso. The motion is effortless enough. You think nothing of it, despite your underwear being damn near in plain view past the taut horizon of your skirt.

Well well well, what do we have here? Jethro’s small smile transforms into a smugness he’s thankful you aren’t privy to.

You drum your fingers against the sleek surface underneath, suddenly feeling something cold graze your thigh. You yelp in surprise, temporarily forgetting where you are.

This is going to be fun.

Glancing down, you see Jethro’s capped pen tracing lines across your skin. He inched closer to you in your haze.

“No, sorry,” he apologizes to the man he’s aiming to form a partnership with. “That was, erm, my cat.” He tries saving face, pupils following the writing utensil in his languid grip. He snorts and shakes his head, lifting up your skirt and taking a detailed peek under the hood.

“Yeah, y’know. Office cat. Keeps me entertained.”

Your retaliation to being brushed off as a pet fizzles out as quickly as it came, stainless steel carving circles into the swelling cotton of your panties. Reflexively, albeit slightly annoyed, you spread yourself wider, allowing him further access. He’s definitely looking at you now, eyelids weighed down by the tempting sight in front of him.

No breaks occur in his professional endeavor, carrying on as before. You decide to take over a little, save some face of your own, and press the cap harder along yourself, guiding him and his weapon of choice directly onto your clit. The direction change causes him to wet his mouth, tongue flicking out and across quite in the way you’d like it exploring your landscape.

He sighs heavily and manages his charade, keeping on as if you aren’t currently biting your bottom lip, attempting to suppress making his job of explaining his “cat” away more challenging. You know what this exchange means to him, and though you want very much to fuck with him, there’s also a time and place. That will come later, as you assume you are going to do, sooner rather than the former.

Jethro is warm beneath your touch. God, you are all at once desperate to feel him: his deft fingers, thorough tongue; filling, persistent cock, hitting spots and angles usually unaccounted for. He makes you feel whole; complete.

Revealing your steadily growing desire, you increase the pen’s pressure and speed, your blood rushing to keep up with the targeted sensation. Your skin is hot as you squirm on top of his desk, its coolness doing nothing to offset your internal temperature. Your muscles flex; chest heaves, every inch working to keep how you would normally be expressing yourself at bay.

When you finally release a drowned breath, your sight and hearing become clearer. You didn’t realize some of your senses had been numbed, concentrating on being as quiet as you can be while striving to orgasm, too focused on the task at hand. You do, however, feel the pooling wetness in your panties; how that pool expanded as the seconds escaped you.

You are a sight to witness. Your enthusiasm and ability to control the situation while letting Jethro continue to have a say is so fucking sexy. He’s just as involved as he was from the beginning, only now you’re showing him where he should be focusing that involvement. You direct him without making him feel stupid.

He needs to fuck you stupid for it.

Heat is redirected, latching onto your left hip in the form of a firm hand. Jethro is no longer on the phone, his attention instead fully on you.

Fuck. You must have really been in your own world. You hope you didn’t miss any developments, observing him as he pockets his pen, patting its outline with a job well done. Couldn’t have been anything too important, then.

“Found my good luck charm,” he declares, proud, as if he’s finished with what he started.

You stare at him, mouth open in disbelief and delirium. “So does that mean you sealed the deal? ‘Cause you can’t be referring to me almost getting off.” Lawyers.

He chuckles, shrugging. “Might have even convinced the old bugger to get an office cat. Beat the boredom blues.”

At least it’s confirmed you weren’t too loud.

“Ah, the ever-charming, ever-persuasive Jethro Theodore West.” You roll your eyes, moving to straighten yourself out. If you’re going to get what you worked for- what he’s withholding- then you need to be in a more agreeable position. His other hand mirrors its companion before you can go any further, however, your frustration turning to confusion and then to intrigue. It seems he isn’t finished.

“Roped you into that first date, didn’t I?” His canines are white and sharp as he eases you off the desk, your thighs sticky and damp. He stands close to you, maintaining your gaze.

“If by first date you mean fucking your brains out so you’d finally shut your gob, then yes,” you deadpan, crossing your arms over your chest. He isn’t having any of that, though, fingers relocating to your elbows and unfolding them for you, allowing them to fall where they had been.

Slipping palms beneath the easily accessible waistband of your skirt, the eldest West lifts your top, deliberately dragging the fabric and his teasing fingertips along your belly and ribcage. Your breath hitches and stops until your shirt is pulled up and over your head.

You will your pulse to cease its incessant pounding, but to no avail. It’s unfair how decidedly he influences your mood, your body as a whole.

Assessing him with a grounded awareness you lacked moments prior, you are quickly presented with the urgent silhouette of his erection just begging to taste your need for him; to give you the entirety of his for you. You feel dizzy at the thought, pelvis instinctively canting to meet his.

Jethro unhooks your bra’s front clasp, mesmerized by your breasts as they welcome him with the most heartfelt invitation.

“And did it do the trick?”

He leans into you and coaxes an eager nipple into his enticing mouth, hand cupping and kneading the underside of your tender flesh.

Your eyelids flutter and you relieve your repressed system by moaning into the dark forest that adorns his crown, kissing him there, strands tickling your face. He smells so fucking good. Like a simmer pot, brimming with fresh citrus and spice. Something you look forward to coming home to.

At last, you exhale, “You haven’t stopped talking since,” careful not to rid yourself of his captivating aroma, voice hoarse and overflowing with yearning for him.

His tongue wraps around your marbled tissue further, tugging it earnestly between teeth. Growling against the goosebumps that sprinkle your chest, he lets you go, only to grab your hips and spin you around, immediately pinning you to his desk.

Gasping at his abruptness, you arch your backside into him and prop yourself up using forearms and elbows. He reacts by taking your skirt and shoving it up and around your stomach. Reaching underneath you, his fingers traipse across your underwear, a satisfied sound humming low in his throat.

“Christ, you are soaked.” Jethro’s gentle gruffness adds to what was already there, the alcohol you previously consumed replaced by an unyielding ache in the pit of your belly. Your clit once having all the attention on its tumescence is rhythmically pulsating with neglect, flowing down to your thighs and then bursting to the rest of your anatomy.

Your panties are promptly pushed to the side, teeming with anticipation. He isn’t going to take his time, which he has been known to do, if only to make things more intense and exciting. You’re thankful he’s going to give in to what you both pine for. Being honest with yourself, you aren’t sure how much more you can withstand.

The soft, hurried rustle of clothing from behind you- belt buckle clinking as its accompaniment- lets you know he isn’t going to leave you high and dry for long. Certainly not dry.

You help him see how keen you are on this swift advancement by extending a hand beneath and spreading your wetness, rolling your lower back. Sighs of pleasure and persistence tumble from your mouth, lightly rocking left-to-right on your feet. You hear him chuckle darkly before clutching your hips and forcing you onto his solid frame. Your arm, of course, has no choice but to return to its former position.

You expect some sort of jab regarding your impatience. He doesn’t say a word about it. Instead, he properly aligns himself and, with a strangled groan, slowly breaches you and stills when he’s almost all the way inside.

The noise Jethro makes when he first skims your drenched slit, his tip thick and thirsty and perfect, is so fucking lewd, you’re amazed you don’t completely disintegrate then and there. You are on the precipice of something indescribable, your dripping and drooling pussy stretched, producing sopping wet, starving, indecent sounds.

And when he settles partway within your fervent walls, you squeeze his cock by placing your feet directly underneath you, thighs pinched together. They shake with exertion and intent, relishing in the curse that cascades from his lips.

His mouth comes into contact with your shoulder, scuffing the skin on his teeth, suckling and inhaling with asperity. You dip your head back, and he takes that opportunity to grapple you by the throat and reel you tight to him, simultaneously pushing himself to the hilt.

Letting out a startled cry, you stumble your legs apart, propping one atop the desk as you fumble to keep him inside, to stabilize yourself. His fingertips dig into the edges of your neck just below your jawline, applying enough pressure to make your head swim, circulating static reaching ends of limbs.

A barely audible whimper is ripped from your vocal cords, and when you gain some semblance of composure, you tug at your breast, thumb skimming your nipple, feeling your way toward the apex of your thighs. He strokes along your throat, melding with your body in a manner that can be interpreted as savoring you.

You are unabashed in offering yourself to him in whatever fashion he chooses to do so. Always ready to be devoured, because you know it won’t end with parts of you missing.

Not even your heart, which you gave to him without a show: no fireworks, nor standing ovation, handing it over when neither of you were watching.

Consequentially, watching you- committing you to memory- has become a favorite pastime of Jethro’s, immortalizing you here and now using the ink stains blooming inside his pocket.

[nemyzilla]

what a distinguished gentleman

[fkmarrycill]

This man has destroyed me. This is majestic, and he's soo damn good at smoldering. Ol' sapiosexual pinup bastard (affectionate). 🔥🔥🔥

[uncanny-tranny]

Person whose gender was directed by Todd Howard and published by Bethesda

[murdrdocs]

No cuz sejanus was so sassy the whole movie like the “I’m so blameless I’m choking on it” ???? Like pull down ur pants pls

IM SAYINGGGG

[kaeyx]

poly!fyolai but it’s you and fyodor tag teaming nikolai because you both have had enough of the silly clown’s shenanigans. so many ways to punish him….

- fucking each other in front of a tied up nikolai who is forced to watch

- double penetration

- using both his holes: one of you sits on or fucks his face, while the other pounds into his delicious ass

- overstimulating him until he safe-words or passes out

and this isn’t including all the potential freaky shit u could do with nikolai’s ability

i love bottom or sub fyodor but holy shit, top or dom fyodor is hot as well. power bottom fyodor?? 🤤

and i love bottom nikolai. his ass and thighs are just too perfect to not get used <3

Hhhh I love all of these.... But bold of you to assume Nikolai wouldn't get off to this shit. It's just so hard to punish him, he's too freaky 😞

[afflictedyuri]

i was so surprised when i got to the tgcf fandom and found a bunch of hua cheng TOPMEANDOM hcs like lol i wasn't expecting that at all. i thought we collectively saw him as the y/n enthusiast who was just waiting the opportunity to put his hair in a bun and drop an apple so he and his 800 yr crush could finally fall in love. im rambling. what i mean is: hua cheng cries during sex. the longer he and xie lian are together, the worse he gets.

[softtransbf]

I need them to give this man some unattractive flaws immediately. Because so far every single scene of his has given us something new and extremely attractive about him. I'm losing my mind.

[fdragon-art]

Day 46 (30 Days | Homestuck - Day 26) - Something IT SHOULD(sic) HAPPENED ("Held On By A Thread")

JOHN: ...no DIRK: ...? JOHN: i am the failure JOHN: it is me DIRK: ...I can't believe DIRK: That you're doing memes with me. DIRK: When everything I loved and cared for has been so completely destroyed. DIRK: Because I wasn't fast enough to be there for them. JOHN: oh, and you think i was? JOHN: i'm not sure who you're supposed to be aside from a kid version of dave's bro JOHN: but i was literally here right before it happened JOHN: and then my stupid zappy power made me disappear JOHN: so i couldn't have even helped my friends through whatever the fuck this was! DIRK: You don't get it. DIRK: I'm supposed to be in control. I'm supposed to be able to keep everything going. DIRK: But the moment it became important? DIRK: I wasn't. DIRK: I shouldn't have been goaded by Jake's possessed grandma, but I didn't think fast enough-- JOHN: wait. jade was possessed?? JOHN: how? DIRK: That's not important right now. JOHN: ...i guess so DIRK: I just...how could I have let this happen to them? DIRK: To Jane? DIRK: To Jake? DIRK: Especially to Roxy? JOHN: ...hey wait.

-newpanel.gif-

JOHN: isn't that her? DIRK: ...holy shit, it is.

[nemyzilla]

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[unnerving-presence]

my new favorite thing to do to the nsfw wesker chai bot is to see how long i can edge him

[subby-muffin]

I may be a sub, but I cannot deny that when I’m relaxing and my partner comes up to me, curls up against me, and nuzzles me while asking me to play with his hair…

It’s make me wanna make him whimper.

[sunsetsimon]

trying to ride simon but failing miserably every time. he'll never request it from you, no, but what man doesn't love to have his beautiful girl bouncing on his veiny cock, your breasts at perfect level to be squeezed and nipples sucked? to feel himself impaling your pussy, abusing your cervix but you're too fucking desperate to care about the dull ache in your stomach.

you're working yourself so hard, puffy clit rubbing against his pelvis with each bounce, his blond pubes leaving teasing kisses that threaten to drag you over the edge. but simon is greedy, he needs more of you, faster and harder. he needs to control you.

you know as soon as his legs spread apart on the bed, it's over for you, control is immediately gone. he plants his feet down on the mattress, his hips propping you up, pushing his leaking cock even further than you felt was possible, his full balls pressed against your plushy ass.

his strong arms wrap around you, pulling your upper half down onto him so your chests are pressed together, locking you into place as he fucks you. your mind is foggy, the sense leaving your brain at the intense pleasure he gives you, tight walls strangling his throbbing dick, a silent plea for him to destroy your insides. cream dribbles out of your pussy, trailing down his balls to the sheets, leaving a damp stain in its wake.

hot tears are pouring out of your eyes, pure bliss enveloping you as he uses you as his cum dump. the only words you can blabber out are "fuck simon!" and even then your tongue struggles to work properly, senses overloaded as your orgasm washes over you, the pressure in your head so intense black dots line your vision.

you can't hear or think, only feeling the vibration of simon's chest against yours with his low groans, probably praising how good you feel and that he's right there but you're too fucked out to understand. you can only feel the sweat dripping down his chest, his skin sticking to yours as he fucks you into oblivion.

his thighs stutter as he finishes, filling you as deep as he can go with ropes of hot, thick white cum. it fills you to the brim, dripping out of your pussy and down your inner thighs, only adding to the soiled sheets beneath you. slowing his thrusts to a stop, he pushes you up by the shoulders, taking a good look at your flushed face. drool is pooled in the corner of your mouth, red cheeks stained with tears, looking as wrecked and beautiful as ever.

his dark brown eyes dance along your body, as if taking a mental video of your chest rising and falling rapidly, attempting to catch your breath while looking at him with that glossy look in your eye.

so yeah, you may fail to ride him to orgasm every time, but fuck is it worth it.

[screampied]

Imagine riding choso so good that he feels like he's the one who's going to get pregnant

☆ cw. fem! reader, reverse cowgirl, overstim, premature ejac, spanking, milkin’ him, breedīng, mdni.

“h- holy shit..” choso’s eyes widen, leaning back against his fluffed-out pillows. you’re straddling him in reverse, being in the prettiest fuckin’ arch he’d ever seen as you’re playfully wriggling your ass against him. just a few more centimeters and your dripping cunt would’ve been stuffed full of his aching cock. it’s veiny, and multiple veins throb from the lanky sides with pre-cum decorating his ruby tip. “you look so pretty in t.. this view,” he nearly choked on his breath, openly staring at the way your ass continued to still itself to hover over his length.

“tell me when to start, baby,” you softly hum, both hands of yours planting deep in the velveteen sheets. they create a print as your palms sink into the mattress, and your sopping cunt’s so teasing. with a tiny shimmy of your hips, you start to smear your entrance over his tip and you could hear him loudly sucking his teeth.

with a deep, protracted sigh, choso’s hand traces over the outline of your rear - so pretty. he stares at its shape from all angles before feeling his dick twitch the second you arch your back further. “you can start,” he shakily murmurs, and once you gradually start to plop yourself down on his cock he loses it. as his hooded eyelids start to droop, he lets off a soft whine once his cock’s slowly delving inside, pushin’ past the tight ring of your hollow entrance. “o- oh my god, your pussy’s gonna kill me.”

“hng-” you let off a quivering moan, biting the inside of your cheek once it takes him a few seconds to successfully bottom out. choso’s thick, and with the slight add of a prodding curve to his dick, you felt him expand everywhere. in you and through you.

he’s lean ‘n tall, easily fitting inside of your cunt like a puzzle piece.

choso’s got his bare hands glued to your hips the entire time, watching as your ass teasingly presents his pelvis with one big wet flop! choso groans, already feeling his knees starting to get weak at the stability of your greedy hips once you’re starting up a frenetic pace. “mhm, that’s it, baby. jus’ hold my hips.”

“god- you’re so hot,” he lets off a gruff huff, the tips of his ears burning over hundreds of degrees the moment you start to accelerate. your exposed backside was so pretty, especially in this position. choso stared at your jerking body - studying your tensing, flexing muscles and all of their glory. he can’t help but start to feel the inside of his mouth swelling up with salty saliva, and oh- he’s drooling already. “look back at me, princess. w- wanna see you while you ride me good.”

with a playful smile, you twist your torso just a bit to get a short glimpse of choso through your peripherals.

he’s so cute, slouched all the way back against the bed with the neediest pout plastered across his lips. he’s already sweating too - tears of sweat poured down the sides of his forehead and his usual ponytails were more unkempt than usual. “hi baby.” you mirthfully purr, and he grunts once he feels your rhythm starting to quicken. fuck, your hips were a menace.

“h…. hiii.” he hiccups, trying to smile but he only ends up moaning once his tip thrashes its way against your g-spot. right there, right-fuckin’-there, and you let off a small yelp. it’s so tender and choso starts to spasm underneath you. it was something about you riding him in reverse that made him lose his mind. the way you look back at him as you ride him to lewd oblivion, sexily tossing your hips in a circle with that cheeky grin on your sheeny lips—christ..

choso’s rock-hard abs through his white tee tenses against the fleecy fabric of his shirt and he moans. “f- fuck, don’t stop. don’t…fuckin’ stop—yeahhh, yeah like that,” and as your hips relentlessly smack back against him, nearly giving him whiplash, he whimpers. “ah. s- so warm inside, think ‘m hah- gonna make a…mess again, princess. y- your hips, ohmygoddd.”

and he’s just continuing to babble and ramble out all sorts of words with his hands still attached to your waist. he was holding on for dear life, never wanting to let go. choso’s cock dragged through your gummy walls through ‘n through, searching its way through every sloppy orifice and cavity..

you can see how his naturally drowsy eyes were already starting to roll back and his pretty pink tongue’s starting to loll out his mouth. oh- he was definitely drooling, all because of your sweet, sweet pussy. the grip you had was maddening, and each slam of your ass onto his pelvis had him whining out for more. dark thin brows of his crease into a crimped furrow as he’s trying to weakly guide your hips back into him. “mhm, touch me more baby. don’t be.. shy.”

you could feel how hesitant his fingers were, but he couldn’t resist allowing his hands to gently trace and explore down the outlines of your curves. “ughhh, i’m g- gonna,” and he pauses, letting off a husky groan the moment your ass rudely smacks back into him. it’s so impactful that for a second—the half curse was speechless. choso gasps, his eyes widening before he sobs out a crooning whimper. “faster, p…pleaseee. fuck me, r- ride it like it’s your princess. ‘m all yours, a-all yours.”

“s- shit,” you moan, snagging the edges of your teeth with your bottom lip. his dick’s steadily caressing your walls with his fat curve, locating and reaching every spot just to make you whine right with him. each pivotal thrust was killer, and you’re starting to puff out heaving breaths yourself.

choso’s fully laid back now as he watches your ass bounce itself up and down on his length before he starts whimpering again. he sounds so pretty the entire time too—

just babbling out sweet nothings, chanting your name over ‘n over as his swinish hands greedily try to reel your hips back into him. he’s addicted, and your hypnotic rhythm had him hungry for more. choso could almost taste his incoming release—syrupy pollen that’s slowly but surely salivating on his parched flat tongue.

“m..mngh,” he grunts, giving your ass a soft spank. he hears you playfully ‘oooh!’ at the swat of his hand and choso’s cock twitches inside of you. “wanna marry your hips. ‘m gonna…marry y-your hips, baby,” he starts rambling again, moaning at the speed of your rotating ass.

each wet thrust sends him shivers an abrupt rabble of butterflies, and choso’s damn near fully fucked dumb before he starts to whimper aloud yet again. he’s soso sensitive. the wide tip of his reddened shiny tip continues to swirl its way around the bulb of your clit before within seconds later—he finally cums… hard.

“oh, fuuuck—fuck,” he lets out a gargled whine and the carnal squelches of your cunt slamming against his lap get louder. choso erupts like a violent volcano - active ribbons of his handmade lava slowly pumping inside of your deprived cunt. choso’s sharp breaths become raspy as he feels your hips coming to a devastating halt, and he licks his lips. “t- thank you, thank you, thaaank you baby.” and you didn’t even know what he was thanking you for.

choso’s eyes close as he’s still filling slimy thin clods of cum inside of your puffed pussy.

it’s hot - and you then bring a hand toward your left ass cheek, squeezing it while still gradually fucking back against him. you’re reaaaal slow, working your hips on his active cock that’s spilling so much from the tip and the twitching sides. choso grabs onto the back of the wooden creaking headboard, and his abs clench as he watches the mess start to dribble further down between your thighs. a white puddling mess of his seed that’s drooling straight out of your flooded cunt makes him moan. “b- baaaby..” he swallows thickly, his ravened eyes fixated on your pretty plump ass that’s perfectly arched over his lap. “hah- think you just…impregnated me.”

“cho, that’s not possible,” you tease, and he moans once the warmth of your cunt starts to fade the second you get up. right away, a sloppy string of his cum glosses onto your slick entrance as you ‘pop’ his dick from between your sprawled numb legs. you turn around, straddling him from the front now, before kissing the side of his twitching mouth. “i can’t impregnate you, silly.”

“o- oh! right… um,” he breathes, sticky black bangs running down his eyes.

choso grabs your waist, a thumb shamefully swiping down the center of your runny pussy. so . . much. he locks eyes with you for a long four seconds as you’re now grinding your drenched folds against his flaccid cock that rests on his tummy. choso cutely scratches his head, and he lets off a soft whine once you sneak a wet kiss on his rosy lips. “i mean- i can try to impregnate you then.”

with a hum, you nibble on his chin. “mhm, wanna test that theory then, baby?”

choso’s so cunt-drunk that’s he’s just entirely dumbfounded. intently, he’s staring right into your eyes—barely registering a thing you just said before he cups your chin, panting at the shocks of rapture. choso’s still faintly whining under his breath before he smears a thumb over your wet-slick lips, lovingly.

“l- let’s get married,” and you gasp once he gingerly spanks your ass, an inaudible sign for you to ride him again—this time from the front so he could visibly watch your pretty face. “make me a daddy, princess, w.. wanna be all yours. please..”

[xurory]

WHINEY men who are extremely verbal in bed !! he can't help but let out his lustful moans whenever you ride him until he's absolutely fucked into oblivion :3 the way your cute lil' pussy wraps around his cock as he watches your tits bounce up n down. he's just soooo loud, and it's all for uuu <3 it's not everyday he gets to feel you like this, so he'd most likely go insane and whine under the slightest of your touch. "ngh... don't stop, please. keep goin-" you'd shut him up by shoving his face on your boobs :p his cutest whines would come out when you hop off his lap and suck his hardened cock. like, how could he not !? your mouth felt so heavenly and the way you suckle on his tip? makes him crave for u even more.

AVENTURINE, gepard, CAELUS, dan heng / KAZUHA, XIAO, thoma, LYNEY, kaveh, VENTI / ISAGI, chigiri / YUTA, megumi, GOJO / your faves !! :3