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wulvercazz · 7 months

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🍭And So, It Begins🦇

~ October 3rd - Candy, Pole Dancing/Stripping ( Ichigo x Grimmjow ) ~ Extra tags; food play, food insertion/unsafe insertion

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(fic part 1 under the cut)

Ichigo has to have been staring at the rundown lot for about an hour. Or perhaps a minute.

All he's wanted as a young adult looking to get away from his homereef and out from under his father's fin - claw - is to find a decent enough job. This was supposed to be his bout of good luck- not,,, the beginning of a bad horror story.

The secretary who contacted him was real, he gave him accurate and detailed information, he heard his voice. And for what? The carcass of a school who in no reality would have ever been looking to "urgently fill a teaching position". And there was no mistaking the address he was given either. There was no other school in all of Aquacity.

He should've never come here. It's almost dark, the seabus back to Karaura reef is another six hours of travel and not even available again til morning. He feels played with, obviously frustrated, and so incredibly tired.

And the small apartment he made arrangements for prior to his travel is so lackluster and just plain sad-looking he simply doesn't feel like going there to sleep this horrible night off either.

His feet drage little clouds of sand with every step. He doesn't want to think about it, about how much of a loser he is, about how come morning he'll have to go back home with his tail between his legs and say "hey dad, missed me on the single day I was gone?"

What he could do, is get ahold of a drink, sit on a crowded bar, and perhaps find a warm body to flirt his depression away to.

He doesn't expect to find himself lost to the view of this place. People had looked at him weird at the bus central whenever they heard where he was moving; but no one ever said much of anything about the place. It looked... well, like a city. With a good few large coral buildings towering above, fancy looking roads and lots of businesses; all dark and mostly quiet as night settled above the water. The curious sight of it was all the orange and plack and purple dressing it all. The jack-o-lanterns and the star-like decorations on the doors. Everything set for Halloween like he's never seen anyone do back home, or anywhere ever. It might've looked even cheery and bright earlier... except- where's everybody?

He's not really one for holidays, barely celebrates his birthday at all even, but he knows for a fact that Halloween is supposed to happen.. at night. It's late, but not quite midnight, not so late that a place so meticulously decorated like this would be barren before the ring o the bell. Where is everybody?

As he walks, what little people had been walking by in the distance have all scurried away into their homes or simply out of sight, and more than a little mystifying,,, he's started to get a little freaked.

Ichigo quickens his steps, his one claw clicking anxiously and creating little air bubbles amidst the water, his antenna jittery as he turns about for any sign of life. And... and suddenly there is. Muffled and uninteligible, but it's the sound of music; that must be it surely... everyone's celebrating indoors and here he is... worrying over nothing.

He really hopes it is a bar, he really needs that drink now.

The light trembling of the soundspeakers reaches his body when he finds the place. "Las Noches" it reads and now he's positive it's got to be at least something like a bar. The sound grows louder with each step, and finally the last of his worries start to ease into quiet sort of defeat. He came here to forget his troubles, right? Not to investigate some sort of ghosttown mystery bullshit, even made up by his own sleep-deprived mind.

The bouncer, because there is a bouncer — a blowfish that looks just about ready to get pointier at any wrong look, asks him for a rather outrageous cover charge (like he hasn't lost enough by coming to this city in the first place) that he reluctantly pays anyway. Because anything is better than walking back through that cold street back to his sad apartment right now, if he has to do it, at least he wants to do it with a couple drinks on him. And it all looks normal, with music just loud enough to sort of drown the laughter of a few other fish, here and there, but not enough to deafen, and dim colorful lights giving more of a nightclub ambiance to the establishment, right until someone shoves a bag of halloween decorated candy in his hands and looks at him with tired disappoinment when he meets the second bouncer's face with utter confusion.

"Keep it moving," the guy says tiredly and rushes him in to move on to someone else coming in behind him.

A truly odd fucking city.

But he gets his drink, and a second drink, and he stares at the odd bag of candy from the little table he settled onto somewhere in the middle of the place. Truly, truly, odd.

He's nursing his drink, sadly staring at the funny candy inside his bag and wondering weird things about this city and whether studying medicine like his father had encouraged him to do instead of literature like he wanted would've made any difference, when a sudden burst of light and an excited disenbodied voice announces it's finally midnight.

Fish around him cheer and suddenly he's more and more lost than he was before he came into the nightclub. That is, until the music goes from contented ambiance to sultry and the colored lights reflect on what are very clearly dancing poles arranged along the front of the dark stage he'd somewhat noticed when he first sat. Oh... so it's that kind of place,,, right— huh, he's... never been good in this sort of place.

He's been to strip clubs before, back in college and only when Keigo insisted; but he's not sure he'll ever enjoy it. Not when all he ever does is give the dancers awkward half-stares and wish for sudden death when they make eye contact.

So he's not at all excited when a single dancer makes their appearance on-stage, swaying their hips up to the stage to the beat of the music and the excited cheering of everyone in the club; some dog-whistling earning other fish in the crowd a flirty wink or suggestive little shake of a pretty curled tail.

Fuck, fuck, it's not that he's a prude. Keigo teases him about his supposed virginity enough to know he thinks he is; it's just that... well, pretty people showing off their pretty bits... it gets him all flustered and weird.

Ok, perhaps he is a bit of a prude. But can you judge him? Can anyone in this weird city judge him when those wide hips in those frilly clothes sway and twist so nice along that pole? When that pretty face smiles and bites his lip so cute when perking his ass so lewd?

Pieces of the outfit start to fly and at the first peek of a rosy plush slit he starts to wish he could flee without calling too much attention to himself. But everyone around him just keeps cheering, clearly enjoying the night's entertainment; some even shout of the dancer's name, "Grimmjow~!" to call his attention, or perhaps to encourage him and his perfectly studied dance moves.

It's a rather small city in the end, everyone's bound to know each other.

And just as expected, the shouts and the cheering only bring more confident little grins to the seahorse's face; put a little more oomf to his twists, more curl to his tail. The music still sultry but somewhat more intense as he's bared himself almost fully exposed to his welcoming public. Long legs opening wide for his audience, tail wrapping sinfuly around the pole to balance himself a little more teasingly; and then people are scooching closer, leaning in to playfuly tuck...

Huh —

Fucking candy on his underwear's frilly elastic, and no one seems to mind when it falls onto the stage under its own weight.

What the fuck?

And, oh, oh shit, oh fuck. The newbie look of bewilderment in his face must be so clear from up there, that "Grimmjow" can't hide his cheeky grin when he makes his way right over to the pole standing right in front of his table.

He does as best as he can not to tremble like a little teen when he teasingly curls around the pole, and dances pretty much for him. The audience hooting and whistling for him to do something about it. And then Grimmjow slinks down the pole, all pretty teal skin and curled tail and pretty pink slit, his legs falling open in a flexible squat, back curled and grin just as much, and reaches out with his bare foot to keep teasing him further. And the sight and the foot on his neck, send shivers down his neck and right up his tail; disheveling his clothes and heating him up from his very core until he feels the water around him boil.

"Gimme a treat~" he speaks like hot velvet, voice much deeper than he expected, and that alone startles him with a hot spark right down to his crotch. Everything about him so distracting, that he doesn't quite notice when he went and curled his tail right around his claw, pulling him in right to the edge of his chair, "won't you, stranger?💕"

The only other option would've been to struggle and run like a little coward, and he wanted to, fuck he really wanted to... but somehow, the ache to see more, touch more, had him shily pulling a lollipop out the troublesome little candy bag. Grimmjow's darkened blue eyes following his every move, a quietly amused noice leaving his lips before he pulled again on his arm.

He wishes he could've stopped the scaredy little jolt of his hand when Grimmjow let go of the pole only to reach in too; unwrapping the little jack-o-lantern lollipop and canting his hips with a rather obvious request.

Fuck. Oh, fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

And his soft hand only guided his when it was obvious he'd need the push; guiding the candy to his puffy pink lips. Making him slick the hard caramel along his entrance and encouraging Ichigo to push it inside.

He might have blacked out for a second there. Quite possibly. When he felt his body give and suck the lollipop in, only the little white stick poking out of him.

And just like that, his tail maneuvered his claw and dumped it half across his lap, making a fool of him while he made a fool of himself; watching entranced as he crossed his leg over and showed off his filled slit. Everyone's hoots and screams suddenly registering back to his brain as they laughed and cheered both of them on; more dog whistles about when Grimmjow reached for the candy and fucked himself with it a couple cheeky strokes. Only to pull it out and bring it up to his lips, to suck his own slick off the treat.

Ichigo's been to strip clubs before, but nothing quite like this had ever happened to him at any of them. Not that he'd ever stayed long.

He's so dazed and tingly all over with the experience, drowned in more music and renewed screams as Grimmjow moves on with his show... that he could've sworn those little wings on his costume had no straps at all.

Find the uncensored version, as well as early access and wips to Aquacity as I draw/write it, on SubStar (link on pinned intro post)✨

#Aquacity AU #Kinktober 2023 #nsft #ichigo kurosaki #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #ichigrimm #Lobster!Ichigo #Seahorse!Grimmjow #一グリ #Mild terato #hybrids #(but only sort of? they're pretty humanoid to be hybrids ngl..)#grimmIchi #Grimm has a pussy #although it's not really trans Grimm! but it does sort of seem to be- bc he's a seahorse and they have only egg pouches so #I thought in a humanoid body that might translate into having a pseudo-pussy lmao #a lot of characters will have non-human genitalia on top of their weird bodies bc I was very inspired by their animal so #I won't be tagging stuff as trans (unless I actually chose to make the character for real trans) bc it's just me doing terato-ish bodies #anyway u all know gender is my bitch and there's some characters I like to draw in many versions of its spectrum so #you'll get a lot of that in this AU too

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isaut · 11 months

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𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 — dehya x fem!reader. 3.5k. ao3.

dehya got you a present. but it's porn without plot strap-ons, mommy kink, taking lewd images, no beta, written on cab sauv so written with my pussy. there's probably more in here than i'm mentioning so please let me know if you need something tagged. minors & blank blogs dni.

Three hours ago, when Dehya had complimented your ability to hold still as she carefully slid eyeliner across your lid, good girl had seemed innocent enough. Flirty, from the way her lips had ticked up and one of her sharp canines showed through a lopsided smile, but innocent enough.

From your lounged position on Dehya’s bed, you absently follow the intricate stitching of her duvet, watching as she finishes the work you’d started. Her shirt is tossed somewhere around the room, breasts swinging with every movement as she slides her belt out of the belt loops with a shwip sound.

You press your thighs together, adding pressure to your core as you shift around on the bedding. Her miniskirt joins her belt and shirt on the floor, adding to the pile of your clothes that was already on the wooden floors. Glinting blue eyes meet yours as her fingers hook around the thin straps of her underwear.

She slowly slides the skimpy fabric down her tanned thighs until it rests in a puddle on the floor. Strategically, you rest your chin in the palm of your hand to not involuntarily moan or worse, unattractively drool at the sight.

Dehya’s smile echoes the one she gave you hours earlier, only this time with a sharper, more predatory edge to it. Reaching behind her, she slowly pulls open her underwear drawer.

“Want them?” She asks, gently nudging the discarded underwear with her toe towards you.

Eyes widening, you shake your head, pushing your gaze up off the floor and following the length of her leg, her thigh, the soft bushiness of her mound and its little happy trail, the curve of her hips, the softness of her belly. Your thighs shift against each other again.

Dehya laughs, filling every corner of the room as she turns her back on you. The dimples of her back move with her spine as she rummages around for her harness.

The leather of it is soft, a burnt red with gold detailing that’s losing the stain around the edges from use. It slides up her hips with practice, pressing into her skin and leaving divots that you want nothing more than to sink your teeth into. Her fingers, stained with henna, slide underneath the straps around her hips, hoisting it up and over the bones.

She stretches her arms above her head, shaking her hair so it rests down her back. As she lowers her arms, she drags her gaze along your body, shameless as she takes her time.

You whimper when Dehya places her hands back on you, slowly rolling you onto your back. Her brows furrow together in a mocking worry.

“Poor thing,” She murmurs, “Did you get lonely all by yourself?”

Her lips find the pulse point on your neck, and work against the soft skin. Your reply is drowned out by soft little moans, emphasized by each nibble against your skin.

When Dehya pulls away, she swipes her thumb along the wet, darkening patch on your neck, admiring the claim upon your skin. Her hand slowly travels up your throat, swiping along your bottom lip and tugging lightly at it.

Dehya pouts at you. You pout right back.

She clicks her tongue, straddling your stomach and gently lowering herself down. It’s obscene, the way you can feel how wet she is, bare cunt against your stomach. Out of reflex, your muscles twitch.

She lowers herself down again, to capture your lips in hers. She swipes her tongue into your mouth, wrapping it around yours and pressing your bodies together. One of your hands slides between your bodies, eager to feel one of her large nipples harden beneath your fingers. At the first swipe, she groans into your mouth, the soft leather of the harness digging into your tummy.

Dehya pulls away, and cards her fingers through the nape of your neck and into your hair. Without hesitation, you follow her up, tongue swirling around her pebbled areola before latching your lips around her nipple. You press your face into her breast, moaning into it.

As you move to her other breast, you hum around her softened nipple, gently coaxing it to life. Dehya’s nails scratch against your scalp, a punched out whine leaving her throat. She lets you have your fun, sucking at the soft underside of her breasts, pressing your face against the lotioned and delicate skin, darkening bits when you let your lips rest around one area for too long.

Dehya presses against your shoulder to coax you back, despite your whines. She tilts your chin back with her hand, forcing you to make eye contact with her.

“Let me feel what I do to you,” Dehya murmurs, “Let Mommy feel what she does to you?”

You bite your bottom lip, feeling your core churn at her words. Nodding, you spread your legs for her, shifting your hips slightly. She moves with your movements, spreading her legs as she slides back between your legs.

There’s only a quick glimpse, all you see is shine for the brief moment her legs are open and exposed, spread over yours. Her middle and ring finger sit on either side of your lips, and slowly she pulls apart the mess.

She exhales, biting her bottom lip before looking back up at you. “Let me remember this.”

It’s perfectly timed, the way she gets off of the bed to rummage through her nightstand for her Kamera, and ‘happens’ to find a neatly wrapped package, complete with a bow and decorative paper.

“Oh, this is for you,” She says, gently setting it between your breasts.

“Don’t open it yet,” Dehya warns, sitting back between your thighs and using both hands to spread your knees further apart. “I saw it while I was in Ormos, and it reminded me of you.”

“Is it naughty or nice?” You ask, picking it up to feel its weight, no stranger to Dehya between your thighs. It makes your pussy clench around nothing, however, as Dehya spreads your lips once more. With her lack of attention to your cunt, she’s overcompensated with the wetness provided.

Dehya picks the Kamera up with one hand, balancing it properly to be able to take a photo with it.

“What do you think it is?” She asks, sitting herself back on her heel to provide some kind of stimulation as she quickly clicks the Kamera at your wet pussy.

“Dehya!” You squeal, mostly out of reflex as your knees come back together.

She laughs and sets the printing Kamera over on the bedside table, chest passing right in front of your face. “Wanna suck my tit to make up for it?” She asks.

“Yeah.” Accepting her peace offering, you sink your teeth into the one closest to your face, right on the meaty part that swings above you.

“Hey!” She huffs, pushing you back by the forehead. You laugh, all too pleased with yourself. “You’re going to have to make that up to me.”

“Can I open my present now, please Mommy?” You ask, batting your eyes up at her in an over exaggerated manner.

Dehya nods, sitting back so you can sit up. Keeping your legs spread, one dangles off the bed as you carefully undo the ribbons on the box and lift the lid. You gasp as you see the contents– Glass with waves blown into it, and a flat bottom, pressed against a velvet inland fit for jewelry.

Picking your eyes off the dildo in your hands, you look back at Dehya, whose face is nothing but excited.

“Feel it,” Dehya urges, and you’re nothing if not one to give into her whims.

It’s cool against your fingers. Suddenly, all you can feel is the chill in your hands and the press of the duvet in your pussy.

“You like it?” Dehya asks, softer.

Mindlessly, you nod. You set the box on the nightstand, next to the developing photo of your cunt covered with your own wetness. You lean forwards, and Dehya lends back on her elbows, letting you do the honors. Carefully, you undo the snaps around the ring of the harness and remove it, sliding the metal around the dildo. Your fingers tuck under the harness, sliding against the coarse hairs of her bush as you click each strap back into place.

Attached to your lover’s body, the dildo seems larger and smaller at the same time, and a thousand times more erotic. You slide it between the knuckles of your first and second finger, giving it a little tug to make sure it wouldn't come loose.

“I do,” You finally say. The sight of Dehya, leaned back with her breasts falling to either side, stirs something within. Slowly, you begin to roll over on your front, ready to present yourself to her.

Abruptly, Dehya stops you, grabbing you by the hip and forcing you onto your back once more.

“Nuh-huh,” Dehya tuts, “You gotta say sorry for biting me.”

“Sorry for biting,” You quip, and then begin to roll back over. However, only your torso moves, as both of Dehya’s hands hold firm on your hips.

She shakes her head, and slowly shimmies her way above you until the tip of the dildo is resting centimeters below your chin.

“Sit up a little and give me a kiss,” She purrs.

Rising to your elbows, you make sure to maintain eye contact with the woman above you. It’s hard to do, as your gaze keeps flickering down to where her breasts press against her chest, nipples half erect and puffy. Dehya shifts her hips forward a bit so you don’t have to strain as much to press a kiss to the tip of the dildo.

“Good girl,” Dehya murmurs. She cups your jaw with her hand, sliding her thumb against your cheek. “Now tell me you’re sorry again.”

“Sorry, Mommy,” You murmur against the cool tip of the dildo.

“There we go.” Dehya takes a deep, composing breath before pulling away, giving your nipples a little twist as she slides back down your body. “That’s all I was looking for.”

Her hands slide over the backs of your thighs, as she presses them against your tummy to expose your pussy to her. The air is cool against the warmth coming from within you, and you can tell Dehya takes pleasure in watching the way your hole twitches from the smirk on her face.

She blows cool air against your clit, just to watch the jump of your hole as you clench around nothing.

“Empty, baby?” Dehya asks, brows furrowing together in worry.

You nod, hands sliding around your thighs and lacing over her fingers. “Empty, mommy.”

Dehya exhales, an audible woosh of breath from her lips. Her fingers glide around your lips, spreading them apart.

“Let’s fix that, baby,” She promises, sliding her middle finger into your hole. An involuntary, gentle moan leaves her lips as she feels the way your gummy walls suck her in and pulse.

“Feel like you missed me,” Dehya teases, pumping her finger in and out a few times before boldly sliding a second in to join. There’s a wet sound each time her fingers slide in and out of your pussy that causes your face to heat up. Dehya’s next words are strained, chest rising and falling quicker. “Sounds like you missed me.”

“Doesn’t feel as good when I do it,” You reply, whining with each curl of Dehya’s fingers inside you. Each press against the spongy spot inside you has your moaning, enough to the point that your hand flies down to grab her wrist.

“Dehya, Dehya, I’m gonna–”

“Gonna what?” Dehya asks, tilting her head. Her hair falls over her shoulder, pooling on your thigh. “Gonna cum?”

You nod. Dehya doesn’t change the rhythm of her movements.

“You think you should?” She asks.

You nod. Dehya hums. Abruptly, she pulls her fingers from you.

You gasp, then throw your head back against the pillow. “M–”

“That was quick, even for you,” Dehya grins, climbing your body and resting one hand above your shoulder. The other, she presses her wet fingers against your lips. Without hesitation, you take them into your mouth and slide your tongue through and around. Dehya watches with lidded eyes, posing her next question. “Did you cum while I was gone?”

You shake your head and continue working your mouth and tongue over Dehya’s fingers.

“Poor baby,” Dehya says, voice filled with sympathy. She slowly pulls her fingers from your mouth, watching the strand of saliva break and rest on your chin. She wipes your spit-covered fingers on your breast, over your nipple and squeezes the soft flesh.

A gasp leaves your lips.

“I want to watch your lips on me,” Dehya murmurs, plucking a container of oil off the nightstand. “But I think you’re going to want to feel the chill.”

“Can always clean you up, Mommy,” You offer.

Dehya’s eyes soften at the offer. “Aren’t you sweet.”

“You tell me,” You say, reaching a hand between your thighs and spreading your pussy for her.

Chuckling, Dehya leans down and presses a light kiss to your clit. “The sweetest.” She gently moves your fingers to rest on your clit and circles them carefully. Your stomach flutters at the attention.

“Keep doing that for me while my hands are full,” Dehya instructs, keeping a careful watch as your fingers swirl your clit while she unscrews the container of oil.

Careful to not get any on her duvet, Dehya slicks up the dildo and spreads the remaining oil over your hole. As her fingers pass, you almost seem to try and pull her in.

“Easy, baby,” Dehya murmurs, “I’m comin,’ you just gotta be patient.”

“Missed you, though,” You whine, spreading your legs to make more room for her. Dehya reaches up beside you and grabs a throw pillow, shoving it up under your hips.

“Missed you too,” Dehya breathes, “Dreamt about you, you know. Did nothing but think about you.”

On her knees, Dehya lines up at your entrance, the cool head of the dildo catching on your hole, then up to catch your clit, then back down. Each chilled pass has you gasping.

Dehya places her fingers back over yours, which hover a bit above your clit. She pushes back the hood with her free hand and places your fingers against your clit, resuming the gentle circles from before.

“Don’t stop, okay?” Dehya instructs, taking your free hand in hers. “Want you to feel good.”

“‘M not as good at it as you–oh,” Your complaint gets cut off as Dehya slowly sinks into you, thighs straining and core tightening as she keeps herself from slamming into you.

Everytime she sinks into you, her brain always works faster than your body, always jumps to the sounds you make when she's fully inside of you, the unrestrained moans as you bunch beneath her and the feeling of your cum all over the strap and herself.

But she restrains herself, keeps her eyes on your face to watch for pain but is rewarded as her face only expands into pleasure. Eyes rolling back, fingers forgetting every uneven beat to circle your clit.

You feel full. That’s the only way to describe it. Full and wanting. You let out a long moan as Dehya sinks herself in further, the wave of the dildo expanding before shrinking. With an exhale, Dehya takes the largest part slow. Once she’s fully sheathed inside of you, your pussy sucks the rest of the strap inside.

Dehya moans when she looks down and sees a little trickle of cum already sitting around the toy, and your still hand.

“Feel good?” She asks, sitting back and gently sliding her hand over your stomach.

You nod, eyeshadow messed up. “Stretch felt too good,” you breathe.

“Felt too good?” Dehya asks.

You nod once more, opening up your eyes. Your lashes are pushed together with tears. “Think I came, Mommy.”

Dehya grins and chuckles at that. “I think you did, habibti. Let’s make a habit of it, alright?”

Your lips pull up in a smile. “Please.”

“Let me know if it hurts,” Dehya says, grinding against you. You nod, agreeing with her without second thought, consumed in the way the toy stretched within you.

Dehya withdraws her hips and watches the dildo slowly exit, watching as your hole stretches around the girth before sliding back in. Your hand leaves your clit to cover your mouth as your eyes pinch chut in pleasure.

Without a second thought, Dehya pulls back out halfway again and removes your hand from your lips. “Let me hear you.” Her request is more of a demand, and not a hard one to fulfill.

As soon as Dehya sinks back into you, a low moan is pushed through you. With the way the toy rests inside of you, you can feel every motion, can feel it against your gut. With each pass, with each rock of Dehya’s hips, your pussy molds against the dildo and each of its soft waves, making it easier for her to keep a steady and smooth pace.

Your long moans turn punched, pushed out of you each time Dehya sheathes herself back inside. You try to match her pace, but end up so off rhythm that Dehya has to take your hips in her hands and guide you back down on her strap.

“Mommy, mommy, feels different” You say suddenly, as your stomach starts to coil up on itself in the most delicious way possible. Your legs wrap around her waist, thighs tensing.

“Feels different?” Dehya asks, but doesn’t stop her movements.

You nod, letting out a little whine as Dehya presses up against your g-spot again and rolls her hips before picking up her previous rhythm. She lays a hand over your stomach and another to support your lower back, gently tipping your hips up.

The new angle has you crying out Dehya’s name, feeling her in your throat. “Oh, oh, oh, Mommy,” You get out, throwing an arm over your eyes and hiding in the crook of your elbow.

“There it is,” Dehya mumbles, mostly to herself. It only takes a few more strokes before you’re cumming all over her strap, spraying over the leather harness. Dehya’s jaw drops slightly, and she continues to fuck you through the aftershakes, rubbing a hand over your thigh as it trembles under her touch.

Once you’ve relaxed, Dehya slowly slides out of you and gazes up at your blissed out figure. She leans up to press a light kiss to your lips, then grabs the Kamera off the edge of the nightstand.

“Let me get a picture, then you can clean me up,” Dehya says, carefully resting the strap against your puffy pussy and taking a photo, the shutter loud against your heavy breaths.

When Dehya rests the Kamera back on the nightstand, she’s not surprised to feel your lips lazily mouthing against the soft tissue of her breast. She runs her fingers through your hair, keeping her hips raised so as to not press the dildo against you too hard.

When you come back from the floating space of your orgasam, you gently push Dehya to roll over on her back. She goes willingly.

Sinking between her legs, you let your hands feel up the thick muscle of her thighs, the defined abs on her middle. The glass of her strap is warm against your lips, heady with the smell of your essence coating it. You give it a little lick to taste, before dotting it with kisses all up and down the shaft.

On your descent, you find yourself pressing a kiss to her clit, your tongue worming its way between her wet lips. Each pass of your tongue gives off a wet smack. Dehya’s hand curls in your hair, pulling you closer into her heat.

You rest your hands on her stomach, stretching out your back in a perverted resting pose from a yoga class as your lips never leave her pussy. Each breath you take is enhanced by the smell of her.

Dehya is vocal above you, all gruff grunts and soft moans and calls of your name. Her heel digs into your back as she gets close, all but stepping on you as her hips cant higher and higher as she chases her release. Your jaw aches as she comes, warmth spilling into your mouth is rhythmic spurts. You lap it all up, eager to taste the fruits of your labor.

Sitting back, you rest a hand on her knee and another causally on your own breast, absentmindedly playing with your nipple and the piercing.

Dehya sits up on her elbows, tummy rippling with the movements. Her eyes, still slightly glazed from pleasure, watch as you play with your breast.

“Need more?” Dehya asks.

You nod, grinding yourself back on your heel. “Got me worked up again, Mommy.”

#dehya x reader #by ophelia #listen my pussy wrote this NOT ME #IF YOU LIKE FXF!READER FANFIC YOU SHOULD REBLOG !!!#I GAZE AT THE COMMENTS IN MY REBLOGS AND IT INSPIRES ME !!!!!#so does red wine but that is BESIDES THE POINT #stream red wine by megan thee stallion btw her songs where she gets into her feelings are INSANELY good #library

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