Noctis eat his own cum out of you – Female!Reader(WC 419)
Imagine Noctis would do it at times. Right after he’s fucked you real nice, hard and raw and your’s laying there before him, splayed out across the damp sheets, breathing rattling as your hair matts across your sweaty neck and soft breasts. He’s sitting back on his heels, staring at you fondly with a slightly arrogant smirk on his face because he knows only he could do this to you. Only his fat hard dick could reduce you to such a primal and emotionally bare state.
Noctis has his hands on your thighs, thumbing over the heated skin with care and comfort, trying to help you reign back down into reality. He glances down between your legs, digging his two front teeth against his bottom lip as he see his warm sticky seeds spilling out of you, staining the sheets milky white and as well as tainting him with newfound desire.
So Noctis leans down, pulling your wide hips towards his face, suckling the plush flesh of your inner thighs lightly as he makes his way towards your dripping heat, rubbing his nose gently across the simmering skin to take in the scent of utter sex you exudes, swimming in the way your knees begin to quake in anticipation.
“Don’t worry, my princess. Just gonna lick into you, that’s all. Nothing too extreme…yet.”
He laps his tongue slowly over your slick folds, toying the tip against the sensitive bud for only a second, smiling against you when Noctis hears a sharp whine in response. And then he’s nose deep in your pussy, wetting his cheeks with a mixture of his cum as well as yours own, savoring his saltiness across his taste-buds along with tinges of your sweetness. His eyes roll into the back of his head, soft little moans and hums of appreciation vibrating into your core.
Noctis can feel all the juices collecting at the corners of his mouth and running down his chin, which only pushes him to go in deeper, tongue wriggling it’s way into your tight hole to get every last drop out. He moves his face from side to side slowly, button nose knocking against the thick of your clit, which in return causes you to grab at his hair, tugging harshly in over stimulation.
He pulls back, wiping his face down messily with the palm of his hand, suckling his lips into his mouth as his irises twinkle with a narcissistic form of satisfaction.
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