#completely poised and quiet until you finally push him over the edge into complete bliss

[pipippizz]

giving Nagi head....

I imagine him being more on the sensitive side;; the warmth of your month and teasing licks makes his head spin and he starts subconsciously buck his hips and might cum in your mouth without warning... He's sorry, but he really couldn't help it when you make him feel so incredible,,,

this is honestly adorable to think about oouhohhojhgjgh i love nagisa

minors do not read or interact !!!!

gn reader — blowjobs , praise , general fluff ww

nagisa is so good at keeping his composure. it's something you can't help but admire about him. so it's fun to think about the different ways you can break that rock solid façade, y'know?

you definitely take your time with it. he's a patient man, such a good boy, he can handle a little waiting for what he wants! as soon as you say that, his eyes flutter a bit, and that's where the fun begins. the seed was sown.

slowly, you get on your knees and rub his thighs over his pants before pulling them down to his knees, but not his underwear yet. no, you palm him through the thin fabric, and his hands twitch at his sides before he runs a hand through your hair and down your cheek. a silent coaxing for more, you can tell. so you move forward and mouth at him through his underwear, and you can feel him get fully erect against your mouth.

you giggle under your breath, mumbling a little "cute" to make him twitch before finally pulling him free. you hear him sigh in relief, his hand returning to your hair. you stroke him with both hands, taking your time working him. one hand presses flat against his tip , rubbing it in circles while the other pumps him at a snail's pace.

the whole time, you feel his hand flexing in your hair, moving between gripping it tightly and resting flat. his hips twitch beneath you, and he mumbles a soft please the more you stroke him. looking up, you see his head is leaned all the way back, but you can still tell he's completely flushed by the red of his ears, his breath a heavy pant.

this takes a complete 180 when you lick his crown. his body jolts, and he leans forward over you. both of his hands are on your head now, and he can't stop himself from basically whimpering as you start swallowing him. he fights against pulling you fully down over his cock, but it's so hard when your tongue presses against the underside, putting pressure on the thick vein there when you bob your head.

within seconds, he's moaning your name every other breath, fingers completely tangled in your hair and hips bucking into your mouth. you celebrate internally at how you've gotten to see him letting go like this, showing that by returning moans around his length. he's so lost in the pleasure that neither of you realize how close he's gotten through all of this. not until his breath hitches suddenly, and his hips tremble under you as warmth floods your mouth. you swallow it as fast as it comes, but sticky white still drips from the corner of your lips, and nagisa sighs deeply in estascy.

when the rush finally stops, he pulls out from your mouth and lifts your chin up to be equal with him. his tongue flicks out and licks his cum from the corner of your mouth, and he kisses you gently, mumbling apologies and praises both against your lips.

you'll have to do this more often.

#pipinons #pipiporn #nagisa ran #enstars smut #enstars x reader #heeheheheheh i got carried away omg #i love this idea i love this #nagisa being so composed that hes all or nothing in reactions ..... #completely poised and quiet until you finally push him over the edge into complete bliss #its just so *chefs kiss* magnifique #on the brain toujours et toujours

[ansgar-martinsson]

The Best Intentions - Part 13

He smiled behind her finger. “But, I’m always crass,” he said. “Something you will come to learn in short order, darling.” He caressed her arm, ghosting his fingers along the fine hairs he found there, and wrapped his hand around the back of hers. She moved, but he held her hand in place, her finger still extended atop his lips.

“Crass and crude and vile,” he murmured. She opened her mouth to speak but he silenced her, transforming her words into a deep, moaning growl as he took her finger in between his teeth. He closed his mouth around her, pressing his tongue, wet and warm to the pad of her finger, drawing in his cheeks to suck hard. “And you are delicious.’

There was a quiet rap at the door, and Ansgar, her finger still poised on his lips, said, “Come in.”

Gustav himself brought the dessert – thick coffee accompanied by two towering slices of white almond cake served on a wooden platter, and decorated with sugar ivy leaves, small flowers, and a bright red rhubarb sauce. The man’s eyes went slightly wide at the sight before him, of Ansgar’s wry, hungry smile, of Jolene’s flushed breast and cheeks. The head chef cracked a grin of his own, shared a knowing glance with Ansgar, bowed gracefully, and backed out of the room, closing it behind him with a soft click.

Jolene turned in her seat to face the table, and lifted her fork to tuck in to her dessert. Ansgar, a hand on her arm, stopped her. “No,” he said. “Don’t eat that yet.”

She frowned. “Why?”

“Because I get my dessert first. Face me.” He turned her chair so that they sat knee to knee behind the table. “Stand up,” he commanded, tugging at her hands. “Now.”

Her breaths came sharp and hard at his commands, but she obeyed.

“I have a query of you, Jolene,” Ansgar said, his voice heady and rough. He stayed seated, but scooted himself closer to her, taking her hands in his. “And I want an answer, maybe not straight away, but you will give me an answer.”

“Oh– okay,” she said.

“And don’t worry, it’s not that question. I’ve only just met you.”

“Oh. Good,” she breathed. “You had me worried for a minute there.”

“Trust me. Yes?” He peered up at her, his eyes intent and narrowed as he curled his hands around her thighs, just above her knees. “Trust me,” he repeated as he pushed up and inside the fabric of her skirt, as he hooked his fingers into the silk of her knickers. “Trust me.”

“Y-yes.”

His gaze still burning upon the hearth of hers, he pulled, dragging his fingers back down their previous path, taking the prized garment with them. He bent, then, carefully lifting her feet one at a time to remove it, and to surreptitiously tuck it away in his jacket pocket.

“Are you ready for the question, now?” He returned his attention back to her, insinuated his hands beneath her skirt once again and squeezed, his palms cupped hard into each muscled side of her bared buttocks.

She squirmed under his touch, braced her hands on his shoulders and threw her head back with a low, deep moan. “Yes.”

He shook her gently. “Look at me.”

She did.

He spoke slowly, dangerously, carefully, his words clear and intent, his meaning echoed by the dance of his fingers between her legs, upon her now bared flesh. “How… do you want me to fuck you, Joline?” he said. “How, when you were making love to your vibrator, ah ah ah, no! Don’t you move….”

“No, you bastard, I – “ She’d tensed up, piqued at the perceived ridicule about her prior admission, about how she’d wanted him so badly that she’d spent hours alone, in her bed, bringing herself to the peak of pleasure by way of a plastic sex toy.

“Shhh, now. I’m not scoffing at you, Joline,” Ansgar soothed her. “I truly want to know.”

She relaxed, and he began his explorations of her most intimate place anew. “I will ask again,” he said. “How, when you were in your bed, with your vibrator, making yourself come, did you imagine me? What was I doing to you? What images did your beautiful mind conjure up to bring you to the peak of pleasure? Did I fuck you slowly, gently? Or was I rough – my hands about your throat, or against the wall?”

She moaned, her eyes clamped shut and her mouth dropped wide open. “Hmmmmm. All of it.”

“Tell me. Be specific.”

“Mmmmm, Ssssgar,” she whined.

“Tell me, Joline. What can I do to bring your fantasies into reality?”

“Just,” she hissed. “Just… touch me. Just touch me.”

“Touch you… like this?” He sat her back down and spread her legs wide, such that they were hanging off the sides of the chair. He drew his long, thin middle finger up between her southern lips, shifting them apart – up up up up to find the pearl at the top, where he pressed gently, circling the tip of his finger over her. “Should I touch you here?”

“Hmmmm hmmm,” she writhed, her hands clamped around the chair edges, her hips thrust forward, pushing herself further into his ministrations. “Yes. Yes, you were… were touching me there. T-touch me there.”

“Or better yet,” Ansgar’s voice cracked with desire. He couldn’t help it. The feel of her, slick and warm and inviting, the scent of her want of him…. oh! As much as he wanted to play the suave, debonair seducer, his want of her threatened to overpower his intellect, cloud his mind. “Or better yet,” he repeated, more smoothly, “in your dreams, was I kissing you here?” He spread his fingers, widening her flesh as he lowered himself to his knees before her. “Were my lips on you, just here? My tongue inside you? My teeth grazing over the centre of your pleasure? Did I… bite?”

“Yessssss,” she hissed. “Bite.”

“Hard?” He snapped his teeth together.

“Yes!”

“Do you want me there now, Joline?” He moved closer to her, and wrapped his arms around her backside. He tipped her forward and situated himself between her legs. “Do you?” He huffed, his nose flared, his breath coming hard and fast in his chest. He licked his lips and sneered, transformed from man to beast in a bespoke suit. “I want this. I want my dessert, and I want it now.”

He didn’t wait. He dug his fingers into her flesh and lifted, bringing her to his mouth. He growled at the first taste of her, his moan deep and long and keening. He ravished her, his tongue working, pressing, curling, pumping inside her, his lips closing tightly around her southern lips. And, as promised, he bit, nipping gently and not so gently at her apex, soothing the flesh with flicks of his tongue, with short bursts of air. He growled as he feasted upon her, lifting himself higher on his knees, bringing her roughly with him so that her shoulders rest upon the chair, her torso suspended high above.

Her arms flailed for a moment before finding Ansgar’s elbows. She clutched to him for dear life as she cried out, as she moaned and writhed and kicked, her Louboutin heels digging roughly into the silk of his Takahashi suit, threatening to tear and rip.

And… she screamed.

“SSSSSSSGGGGGGGGAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!”

All the tension soared from her body in a long exhale. The quake began somewhere behind her bellybutton and rippled outwards, increasing with every pulse. The seismic charges beat through her flesh and then echoed through her bones. Pleasure, absolute, complete and all-consuming rapture ripped through her, fraying her nerves until she felt like a mass of sensation. Nothing more.

Even as Ansgar lowered her back into the seat of the chair, his smug grin glazed with her release, Joline was still in the throes of blissful tremors. Her body thrummed, specks of light and fire pinged along her pores. He was better than her aroused brain conjured on the artificial high of her plastic toy. Silicon couldn’t read her moans and strains like he did to create such a tumultuous response within her.

Ansgar’s fingertips lingered over her sex as the pulsing within her slowed to a stop. His thumb brushed over a decorated piece of flesh along her hip, above her sex, near the crease of her leg. A single pink magnolia graced her skin. He bent into her once more and pressed a kiss to the center of it. While there, he gnashed his teeth into her thigh claiming his territory with a mark.

Above him, the panting woman cried out again wordlessly in pleasure pain, the sting a craving, the heat a base desire, the want of it surprising.

The lion roared back, unfolding himself into his throne. “Another hidden treasure.” His eyes zeroed in on her left hip and the pink petals that colored her skin.

A rare attack of modesty and vulnerability seized her, Joline suddenly adjusted her skirt and shut her legs. She shrugged, her eyes following the grated steel trellis behind his head. “Reminds me of my more feminine side… that I’m a woman.” The shadow of something deeper crossed her face, a hint of something she didn’t want to bring into their night.

“Joline,” he broke into her inner musing, “Make no mistake. You are all woman.” Her eyes finally met his again from the wall behind him, as he shook his head, “It’s a beautiful tattoo but nothing more than a weed compared to the woman who wears it.”

As stealthy and as graceful as a feline, Joline was back in his lap, the demure quiet reflection gone as quickly as it had come. She hiked up her skirt, the material pooled around her hips. Painting her fingers down the length of his face to land on his broad shoulders, she murmured, “You’re surprising.” She nibbled at his bottom lip, tasting a tease of herself there. “I shouldn’t be shocked that you made me come in a restaurant.” She tilted her head to swipe her tongue over his lips, moaning in the process. “I shouldn’t be shocked that you’re not the selfish prick when it comes to sex.” She rolled her hips over him as her teeth grazed the bristles of the goatee on his chin. “But somehow I am.”

“Why is that, do you think?” He smirked for he knew the answer, but he fancied her loose tongue and means of seduction.

“You’re sexier than any man I’ve ever been wi - ever met. If you’re that talented with your tongue…” She hooked her elbow around the back of his neck and yanked him into her hungry mouth. She fed him her tongue and desirous moan, her hips canting slightly below. The furious kiss softened into a sensual dance, his hands scooping her ever closer. “I m-may split in half when you give me your cock and I’ll only beg you to do it again.”

His hands snaked up her body to clutch her head roughly, one hand fisting her hair. “I’m generous for purely selfish reasons. To keep you coming back to my tongue, myfingers, my cock and my bed.”

She whimpered when he bit her neck, not because he hurt, but because she wanted to be devoured by him. One of her hands raked down the expensive threads to reach for the stiff flesh beneath her.

Ansgar shut his eyes, growling lowly at the press of her hand against him. When she caressed the length of him, he swallowed hard, fighting the beastly animal in him to tear into her flesh and seek the end to his torture, to finally sate their craving for each other. A quick fuck on the floor wouldn’t do much to quench his thirst for her. He wanted… no, needed to indulge in her for hours. The anticipation made it all the sweeter when he finally had her.

She nuzzled against his thick neck at the line of his collar, “What details you need,” her hand pumped him, her fist tighter, “I’d rather give you all of them than talk about it. Take me to yours and fuck me into your mattress.

“Fucking Christ…” he exhaled, the suave seducer losing some of the playing field in her offensive.

“Time for my dessert,” she announced with a slight tremor in her voice. She played rough, but she wasn’t immune to her own talk or his. Although she’d had one orgasm, she craved the next and the next and the next after that. She rotated a bit to the table, fetching a sugar ivy leaf from the neglected treat upon the table and smearing it into the red sauce. She brought it towards him. Instead of placing it to his lips, she swiped a slash of rhubarb along his neck.

She was quick to use her tongue and lips to wipe it away again. After her teeth grazed the path, she pressed against his ear, “We could fuck right here.”

“A quick tumble on the floor, Joline? Is that how you want it? Or right here in the chair?”

Comically, Joline reached to the table and grabbed a fingertip full of almond cake to shove into his mouth. “No attitude, Mister patient seducer. Only meant to take the edge off.” She pressed her fingers against his lips, his jaw working to swallow the unexpected piece of dessert. “You brought me to a three hour dinner, burgled my panties, went down on me, made me come, and you could’ve had me in the car.” Her eyes sparkled in her mirth as her mouth grew into a pleasing smile. “You’ve got me at your mercy, maddening bastard.”

#the best intentions