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[kazuberri]

✴︎ CAUGHT RED HANDED PART 1

જ⁀➴ The LADS guys catch you masturbating.

ﾉ including: Xavier

ﾉ cw: afab!reader, no pronouns, masturbation, getting caught, suggesting that more will happen

ﾉ wordcount: 0.6k

ﾉ info: I didn't want to put too much into one post because I wil escalate with Zayne and Sylus and I know it. The others come in the next few days! ﾉ Requests are OPEN

Feel free to request a follow up on the sexy time happening!! COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED

✶࿐ Xavier

♡ Xavier wouldn't spy on you or anything but the walls in these apartments are just so damn thin.

♡ At first he didn't think anything of it, you were probably just doing something else like a workout.

♡ But you sounded so irresistibly sweet, heavy pants and soft mewls. He had to press his ear to the floor to hear those.

♡ When he heard the way you moaned his name so desperately he froze for a moment - surely you wouldn't think of him while touching yourself?

♡ The code. He remembered that he had your door code to look after your plants (and plushies) when you were out on missions and he really didn't want to intrude on your privacy like that.

♡ But before he knew it, he was at your door, fingers mindlessly putting in the code to grant himself access to your place like many times before. Only this time it was different.

♡ Xavier followed the sweet sounds of soft moans and whimpers until he arrived at your door, half ajar.

♡ And there you were, splayed out on your bed with your thighs spread wide and one hand rubbing over your sensitive clit while the other groped and squeezed your boobs beneath your shirt.

♡ He couldn't believe his eyes, blinking a few times but then he heard his name in a breathy moan and any false reservations were gone.

♡ He should feel ashamed but he was far too gone, his hand traveling down his defined abs and into his pants, his cock rock hard already just from seeing you like that.

♡ Xavier gently rutted into his fist, slowly, carefully, so his clothes wouldn't rustle and give him away.

♡ However the next time you moaned his name, needy while you back arched, your hand came to a halt as to edge yourself, just for a second - Xavier could barely hold back his gasp, a strangled sound escaping his throat.

♡ "Hello?" You ask and your voice cracked. You were mortified, one hundred percent sure that you heard someone and you didn't want to fight anyone with just a shirt on and your ass out.

♡ "Just... watering the plants?" Xavier sounded unusually hesitant and you could easily tell that he was lying. He most definitely knew what you were doing.

♡ "Xav is that you?" You ask even though you already knew the answer. You just weren't sure if you wanted him there or not - that depended on his reaction.

♡ "uh yeah, it's me," he called out and you realized that he was right outside your door. He definitely saw you, but didn't want to disrespect you or make you feel unsafe.

♡ "You know that you could have texted if you needed something?" You call out and pull the blanket over your body to cover yourself.

♡ "yeah it's just... the walls are thin," your blood ran cold for a moment at his words, realizing that he heard you moan. Fuck.

♡ Your pussy shouldn't twitch with excitement at that, but it did, desperate for the possibilities. For his hands touching your skin and his mouth taking you to heaven.

♡ "And you came down exactly why...?" You asked as you bit on your lower lip, hoping he thought about the same thing.

♡ No answer... After a few seconds your phone vibrated with a message from Xavier.

♡ "You told me to text you when I needed something" was all it said and it made you giggle.

♡ "Take what you want then. Mi casa es tu casa ;))" you replied back and your door opened almost in an instant.

♡ Xavier looked sleepy, hair disheveled but there was a hunger and need in his eyes when he walked over to your bed at a rather fast pace, eyes trained on your body.

♡ Who knew that Xavier was listening in on your private times just like you always did when you heard him groaning just above your bedroom.

[kazuberri]

synopsis : jealous sex. that's it. i just wanted an excuse to write a childe's smut. pairing : childe x reader (no gendered pronouns used for reader) warnings : overstimulation, choking. author's note : oh childe the man you are and the things i would let you do to me...

minors do not interact.

childe wants to hear you say it—wants to hear you moan his name, tell him how good he feels, how you belong to him.

he shouldn’t still be sulking over that random guy who got too close, shouldn’t still feel that ember of jealousy burning in his chest, but he does. he needs to hear you say it, over and over, needs the reassurance to settle deep in his bones. and he’s going to make sure he’s satisfied.

you’re bent over the bed, your body trembling under him as he fucks into you, his pace relentless, desperate. his balls slap against your ass with every sharp thrust, the wet, obscene sounds filling the room alongside your moans—his moans. he’s already filled you once, and he still hasn’t stopped, still hasn’t had enough. even as overstimulation sparks along his nerves, his hands gripping your hips so tight they’ll bruise, he keeps going. has to keep going.

your voice is addictive, a sound sweeter than any melody, more intoxicating than any thrill he’s ever chased. but when you bury your face into the sheets, when your moans get muffled, his grip tightens—first in warning, then in action.

his fingers thread through your hair, yanking your back, forcing you upright as he presses his chest flush against your back. “ah ah—don’t you dare hide from me,” he growls, breath hot against your ear, teeth grazing your skin. his hand slides down, wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur, to make you feel lightheaded and his.

“you feel so good, baby, so fucking good—tell me you’re mine. mine alone.”

his voice is wrecked, whiny from overstimulation, his words barely intelligible through his panting breaths. but you hear him—you always hear him. and when you tell him exactly what he wants, he groans, nuzzling into your neck like he’s trying to burrow inside you, like he can’t bear to be apart from you for even a second.

“say it again,” he breathes. “say it more.”

the moment the words leave your lips, his pace snaps, his hips slamming into yours so fast, so brutally that your mind goes blank, your body reduced to nothing but sensation. your legs have long since given out, hanging limply off the bed, every thrust forcing noises out of you that you can’t even process.

his praise is slurred against your skin, a drunken mix of “that’s it, baby—fuck, you’re so good for me, so fucking perfect—don’t stop—keep saying it—” and other words lost to his own delirium.

the familiar tension coils in his gut, tight and overwhelming, and then he’s spilling inside you again, gasping, shaking, panting through the overstimulation as his body begs for rest.

but he’s not done.

you’re barely regaining your senses, breath still uneven, body aching, when you feel him shift behind you—feel the slight movement of his cock, still buried inside, still hard.

childe chuckles breathlessly, pressing a lingering kiss to your shoulder. his voice is hoarse when he whispers—almost sweet, almost fond.

“we’ve got a long… long night ahead of us, baby.”

[kazuberri]

[kazuberri]

✧ things are getting heated this valentine’s !

— ft. fem reader x ayato, thoma, diluc, wriothesley, kazuha, albedo, alhaitham ꒰ separate ꒱ ⋆ minors do not interact! pnv ꒰ unprotected except in alhaitham’s ꒱. lots n lots of oral ꒰ reader giving n receiving ꒱. praise n degradation. fingering. marking. breeding in diluc’s. public sex in kazuha’s … 11k words ₊ 𓂃 

♡ AYATO

there’s a sharp inhale once his eyes fall on you, quiet but telling. the kind that makes anticipation coil thick in your lower abdomen.

kamisato ayato is not a man easily shaken. he is composed, deliberate in his movements, every touch intentional. and yet, when you step into the candlelit bedroom wearing the delicate, white lacy thing you bought for this occasion, something flickers in his eyes—something dangerous.

his lips part slightly. then, he exhales a quiet chuckle, tilting his head as if you’ve presented him with a puzzle he’s eager to solve.

“my, my,” he muses, voice velvet-smooth. “you went through all this effort just for me?”

you don’t get the chance to answer before he crosses the distance between you. his fingertips brush your bare shoulder, featherlight, trailing down the curve of your arm. the heat of his palm settles at your waist, pulling you in, close enough that you can feel the steady rise and fall of his breath.

his gaze traces over you, reverent yet teasing. “it suits you,” he murmurs, dipping his head so his lips hover just above your ear. “but you must have known that already. you wouldn’t have chosen it otherwise.”

a shiver runs through you at the low timbre of his voice. “i hoped you’d like it,” you admit softly, hands resting against the front of his dress shirt, feeling the warmth of him through the thin fabric.

“oh, i do,” ayato hums, amusement laced with something deeper, something heady. “but now i have a problem, you see.”

you blink up at him, questioning.

he tugs you flush against him, the firm line of his body pressing into yours. his fingers find your chin, tilting your face up so you have no choice but to hold his gaze. the pale lavender tint of his irises darkens as he regards you.

“i don’t know whether to admire you a little longer... or to ruin you completely.”

heat pools low in your stomach at the weight of his words, the promise in them. he’s toying with you, savoring your reaction, and you fall into it so easily.

“ayato...” his name leaves your lips in a breathy whisper.

he groans softly, as if your voice alone undoes him, and then he’s kissing you—slow at first, making sure to savor every press of your lips. but it doesn’t stay that way. his hand slides up your back, fingers threading into your hair, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss. he tastes of tea and something undeniably him, something you could drown in.

you barely notice the way he guides you toward the bed until the backs of your knees hit the edge. a gasp escapes you as he lowers you onto the sheets, his body covering yours, his lips never leaving your skin. he kisses a slow, burning path down your throat, the heat of his breath making you tremble beneath him.

“you’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs against your collarbone. “do you have any idea what you do to me?”

you can only whimper in response, fingers tangling in his silken hair as he continues his way down. every touch, every kiss, is slow, unhurried, worshipful. he’s savoring you, unraveling you piece by piece, until all you can do is sigh his name into the night.

“ayato...” you breathe, wetness pooling low in your new lacy underwear, desperate and needy.

he lifts his head from your skin, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “what is it, love? tell me what you want.”

you swallow hard, every nerve ending alive with desire. “i want you... so badly.”

the grin that erupts on his face is devilish, and it sends another wave of heat coursing through you. “then let me give you what you need,” he murmurs, his voice low and inviting.

his hands begin to steadily explore your body, one moving down to cup your breast while the other trails down your abdomen, teasingly grazing over the lace of your lingerie and dipping beneath to explore just above your core. you arch into him, silently begging for more, your body reacting instinctively to his touch.

“archons, you’re perfect,” he whispers, lifting your legs up, revealing more of you to his hungry gaze. he continues to kiss a path down your body, his mouth burning a trail of fire from your tummy to the hem of your lace panties. when he finally reaches your inner thigh, he places kisses there, making your breath hitch in your throat. “mmm, so soft,” he murmurs, his lips almost worshipping the sensitive skin.

“ayato... p-please,” you beg, tone laced with urgency.

he chuckles, enjoying the neediness in your voice. “as you wish, darling.”

his fingers slide beneath the waistband of your panties, and with one swift motion, they’re discarded, leaving you completely bare before him. you can feel the heat radiating from his body, the raw desire palpable.

“ayato...” you breathe again, but he silences you with a deep kiss, sliding his tongue against yours.

and that's when his fingers find your core, teasing at your wetness, circling agonizingly slow. you gasp into his mouth, your body arching instinctively towards him, desperate for more.

his fingers push deeper, finding that sweet spot inside you that makes you see stars. “archons, you’re so wet for me,” he growls, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race.

“only for you,” you manage to whimper out, your breath quickening as he continues to work you, curling his fingers just right.

“that’s it, let me hear you, love,” he urges, his thumb rubbing circles over your sensitive nub while his fingers pump in and out of your cunt.

your moans fill the air, mixing with the sound of the waves crashing outside. “a-ayato! yes, just like that. please don’t stop!”

he leans down, kissing along your neck, his breath hot against your ear. “you’re so perfect, so responsive. i want to feel you coming for me.”

his words send you spiraling, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable intensity, making you grasp at the satin sheets below you. “i’m so close... please!”

with a final thrust of his fingers, he expertly flicks your clit, and waves of bliss crash over you, sending you trembling into ecstasy. “ayato!” you cry out, your body shaking beneath him as he guides you through your high, unyielding in his touch.

as you come back to reality, you find him looking down at you with a gaze full of adoration, pride, and desire. “you’re stunning,” he breathes, wiping a stray tear from the corner of your eye.

“now, my turn to feel you,” you manage to say, reaching for the hem of his shirt.

he chuckles softly, his hands sliding over your body as he lets you work to undress him, revealing the strong form beneath. you pull the shirt off, feeling your cheeks burn as you take in the sight of him—just for you.

“do you like what you see?” he asks, voice teasing.

“a-absolutely,” you reply, flustered as you you take him in. you lean close enough to tease your warm breath against him, your hands exploring the shape of his muscles, the defined planes of his torso. ayato’s breath hitches in his throat, and you can’t help but smile at the effect you have on him.

you kiss your way down his chest, taking your time tasting him. as you kneel before him, you feel the heat radiating off his thick length, already freed from the confines of his underwear, and your mouth waters at the sight. you wrap your hand around him, giving a gentle squeeze, and he groans softly above you, his head tilted back, eyes closing.

“just like that, love,” he encourages. “you have no idea how much i want this.”

with one smooth movement, you take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his tip, feeling him pulse against your tongue. the taste of him is intoxicating, and you revel in the way he responds to your every caress, his hands finding their way into your hair, guiding you deeper.

“archons, yes,” he breathes, his voice thick with desire. “you’re perfect.”

you take him deeper, feeling him fill you, each thrust of your head drawing out more of his heated groans. you press your tongue against his shaft, sucking harder, and he thrusts into your mouth, losing himself in the pleasure.

“f-fuck, that feels amazing,” he gasps, his fingers tightening in your hair as he moves with you, rocking his hips gently.

you moan around him, the vibrations sending him spiraling higher. “just like that, yes,” he murmurs under his breath, losing himself in the moment.

you can feel him nearing the edge, and so you pull away just enough to catch your breath. “i want you to come in my mouth, ayato. please.”

his eyes darken again, desire clear deep within them. “are you sure?”

you nod eagerly, ready to take him fully.

with that, he lets go, thrusting deep into your mouth, filling you completely as his cock hits that sweet spot at the back of your throat. he’s close, so close, and you can feel the tension building within him. “i-i’m going to come—” he warns, his voice strained.

you moan around his lenght to encourage eagerly, ready to taste him.

with a final thrust, he releases himself into your mouth with a low, heated groan, warmth filling you entirely. you swallow him down, savoring every sweet drop, your tongue working, coaxing him through the waves of pleasure, suckling at his tip.

as he pulls back, you lean up to kiss him, sharing the taste of himself, and he moans into your mouth, the intimacy of the moment electric.

“you’re incredible,” he breathes, pulling you into his arms. “now, let me take care of you properly.”

as he lays you back down, you’re consumed with anticipation. you know that the evening is still young, with him promising more pleasure, more intimacy, and a night you’ll both never forget.

“ayato,” you whisper, the candlelight flickering around you, as he positions himself above you.

“happy valentine’s day, my love,” he murmurs, and with that, he takes you whole.

♡ THOMA

the scent of something rich and savory fills the air, a simmering warmth curling through the kitchen. you can hear the quiet sizzle of oil in the pan, the rhythmic sound of a knife against the cutting board, the occasional soft hum of the man standing at the stove.

and archons, what a sight he is.

thoma stands with his back to you, golden skin kissed by freckles and the soft glow of candlelight, his broad shoulders shifting as he works. but it’s not just that. it’s the fact that he’s wearing nothing but an apron, the fabric tied loosely at his back, leaving absolutely everything else bare for your wandering gaze.

you swallow, hard.

“you’re staring.” his voice is all soft as usual, but there’s an unmistakable smirk in it.

“you’re making it impossible not to,” you admit, crossing the space between you.

thoma chuckles, setting down his utensils before turning to face you fully. and archons, it’s worse—better—when you’re standing this close. his skin is flushed from the heat of the stove, golden strands of hair slightly tousled, a bead of sweat trailing down his collarbone. but it’s the way he looks at you, playful yet darkened with something else entirely, that has your breath hitching.

“you know,” he muses, reaching for you, fingers brushing along your wrist before trailing higher, teasing over the bare skin of your arm. “i worked really hard on this dinner for you.”

“i can see that.” you barely hear your own voice over the way your heartbeat pounds in your ears.

thoma hums, tilting his head, eyes flicking down for the briefest moment. then, slowly, deliberately, he takes your hand and places it against his chest. the heat of his skin is searing under your touch, his heart beating steadily beneath your palm.

“but now i’m wondering...” his voice is lower now, rougher. his fingers curl under your chin, guiding your gaze back up to his. “are you even interested in the meal? or something else entirely?”

you barely get the chance to answer before he’s closing the space between you, capturing your lips in a slow, devastating kiss. it’s teasing at first, the press of his mouth soft but lingering, like he wants to take his time with you. but when you sigh against him, fingers curling against his chest, he groans—deep, wanting—and the kiss turns hungry.

his arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against him, and oh. the apron is the only thing separating you from feeling every inch of him, and it does little to hide the heat radiating off him, the way his body presses against yours with nothing but the flimsiest barrier between you.

“i should finish cooking,” he murmurs against your lips, though he makes no move to pull away.

“should you?” you run your fingers up his back, feeling the way his muscles tense beneath your touch.

thoma chuckles, pressing a line of kisses along your jaw, down to the sensitive spot just below your ear. he lingers there, lips barely brushing against your skin as he whispers, “i’m starting to think you have a different meal in mind.”

your breath catches. "you’re not wrong," you admit, squirming against him, the need coiling low in your stomach.

his laughter is low and utterly sinful, the vibration of it sending shivers through you. he presses one last kiss to your throat before pulling back, eyes dark with heat. “dinner first,” he says, voice full of teasing promise. “then i’ll take my time savoring you.”

and archons, the way he says it—like you’re the dessert, something sweet he can’t wait to devour—makes your legs feel weak. you know he means every word despite the teasing.

“are you really going to make me wait?” you challenge, a playful, but needy smile gracing your lips.

thoma raises an eyebrow, stepping back just slightly to let you take in the sight of him. “if you keep looking at me like that, i might just abandon dinner altogether.”

“consider it a compliment,” you say, voice unsteady. then you boldly pull the apron aside, feeling emboldened by the fiery glint in his eyes. the sight of him, fully exposed and radiating raw desire, makes your breath hitch all over again.

he steps closer, surprised but definitely not displeased by your boldness, and tugs the apron from your hands, tossing it aside. “then let me return the favor.”

before you can react, he’s lowering himself, mouth trailing kisses from your collarbone down to your chest, each touch igniting sparks along your skin. you gasp, arching into him as he moves further down, savoring your curves and sinking into the moment.

“thoma, please...” the words spill forth, a helpless plea as your fingers tangle in his hair.

“patience, love,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “i want to take my time.”

his hands skim down your sides, gently pushing you back against the countertop. the cool wood against your skin contrasts with the heat building within you, and you watch as he kneels before you, his eyes locking onto yours.

“let me show you how much you mean to me,” he promises, his breath warm against your skin as he shuffles closer, his hungry gaze focused on your core.

“oh,” you breathe, anticipation building within you.

he leans in, his tongue flicking out as he makes contact with the apex of your thighs, a soft gasp escaping your lips as he starts teasing you. his tongue dances along your folds, taking his time, every kitten flick deliberate.

“t-thoma!” you moan, squirming closer to him, desperate for more.

“you taste divine,” he murmurs against you, returning to his exploration, fingers digging deeper into your thighs as he pushes you closer to the edge. the sensations are overpowering, waves of pleasure lapping at your senses.

“please, don’t stop,” you implore, hands gripping the edge of the counter, your body responding instinctively to each delightful stroke of his tongue.

he hums in response, sending vibrations rippling through you, further heightening the delicious tension pooling in your belly. keep going, you urge silently, but the way he takes his time, savoring every moment, makes you realize he wants to draw it out.

“thoma, i’m c-close!” you cry out, bucking against his face as he focuses his efforts on that sweet spot driving you wild.

“let go for me, love,” he breathes against your cunt, fingers digging into your flesh as his movements become more insistent. “i want to feel you come.”

with one final swirl of his tongue, pleasure explodes through you in waves of bliss. your body quakes from the intensity, a delicious shudder that runs from your core to your fingertips. “archons, thoma!” you cry, your voice echoing through the kitchen.

he drinks it all in, licking you clean, a proud smile on his lips as he rises back up to meet you. the glow of the candlelight dances in his eyes, and you can see that he’s satisfied—but he’s not done yet.

“m-my turn,” you say breathlessly, feeling a surge of confidence return. you pull him closer, hands roaming over his body, tracing the defined muscles of his back and shoulders.

with a smirk, he lets you push him back until his back meets the wall. you kneel before him, and the way his breath catches is all the encouragement you need.

you grip him firmly, the heat of his length filling your palm, and you lean in, teasing your tongue against the tip. “i want to taste you,” you murmur, looking up at him through your lashes.

thoma’s breath hitches, and his hands grip the edge of the countertop. “you don’t have to—”

“i want to,” you insist, then take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him.

“fuck!” he groans, his knees nearly buckling at the sensation. you look up at him, watching the way his expression shifts from playful to something almost sinful.

you take him deeper, letting him slide along your tongue as you pull back slightly, creating a delicious tension. time feels like it slows as you lose yourself in the act, breathing him in, hearing the way he breathes your name like a prayer.

“just like that... archons, you’re perfect,” he gasps, pushing further into you, a hand tangling in your hair as you bounce up and down, taking him deeper and deeper.

“thoma, i want you to come in my mouth,” you say, the words muffled but clear enough as you press kisses along his thick lenght. you also want to feel him inside you, stretching you, filling you completely. but for now, you want to savor this moment.

the pleasure on his face, the way he gasps your name, only pushes you faster, more insistent. “yes,” he hissed, his voice thick with lust. “just like that.”

with every thrust, you suck and lick around him, coaxing him closer to the precipice. “i-i’m going to—” he warns, and that only spurs you on more.

“come for me,” you purr against his cock, “i wanna taste you.” and that does it for him as he lets out a cry and spills into your mouth, warm, thick liquid flooding your mouth. you swallow every drop, savoring him, and watching as his face flushes and his breath falters.

when he finally pulls out, you wipe your mouth, grinning at him, mildly proud of the way his legs seem to tremble.

“you’re insatiable,” he says, panting softly, admiration and desire evident in his gaze.

“i think you love it,” you tease, kissing your way back up his body, reclaiming his lips with passion.

“i do,” he replies, kissing you back, cradling your face in his hands.

“now, it’s definitely time to finish dinner,” he says, pulling away with a satisfied grin. the mischievous glint in his eyes makes your heart race. “after all that, i don’t want it to go cold.”

♡ DILUC

the warmth of the sun barely filters through the curtains, casting soft golden hues over the room. the world outside is just beginning to stir, but here, wrapped in the cocoon of diluc’s arms, time stretches slow and unhurried. it’s been too long since you’ve had a morning like this—just the two of you, tangled in the sheets, no duties to pull him away before dawn. and now, with the rare luxury of uninterrupted time, you have no intention of wasting a second of it.

a deep hum rumbles against your skin as diluc shifts beside you, his grip tightening around you, pulling you impossibly closer. his chest is bare, warm and solid against you, his body heat seeping into your own. one of his hands now rests low on your back, fingers tracing absent patterns over the curve of your waist, while the other goes to cup your cheek, tilting your face up so he can see you properly.

“good morning,” he murmurs, voice still heavy with sleep, rich and slow like honey.

you smile, brushing a stray strand of crimson hair from his face. “it really is.”

he huffs a quiet laugh, his lips ghosting over your forehead before trailing down, pressing slow, lingering kisses to your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth. “it’s been too long since i’ve woken up like this.” his voice is lower now, a confession wrapped in longing.

your fingers graze over his shoulder, feeling the tension still lingering beneath his skin. even now, on his day off, duty lingers like a shadow at the edge of his thoughts. but not today.

you press your lips to his jaw, soft but insistent. “stop thinking, luc” you whisper, letting your mouth wander lower, along the column of his throat. “just feel.”

a sharp inhale. his fingers dig into your waist as if steadying himself, a quiet shudder running through him as your lips graze the sensitive spot just beneath his ear.

“you always say things like that,” he murmurs, and there’s a rare, breathless chuckle in his voice. “and then you expect me to have self-control.”

you grin against his skin. “i never said anything about self-control.”

that does it.

before you can react, diluc flips you onto your back, his weight pressing deliciously over you. the look in his eyes—burning, intent, utterly unguarded—makes heat bloom deep in your stomach.

“you’re trouble,” he says, though the way he leans down, brushing his lips over yours, betrays just how little he minds.

“and you love it.”

his quiet groan is swallowed by the kiss that follows, slow and deep, his lips moving against yours with an almost desperate kind of devotion. his hand slides under the sheets, fingers exploring down a familiar path, as if trying to make up for all the recent nights he’s spent away. and when he whispers your name against your lips, worshipful, you know he means it. he’s making up for lost time. and neither of you will be leaving this bed anytime soon.

diluc’s hands roam over your body, the tips of his fingers tracing the curve of your breast, circling your nipple until it hardens under his touch. you arch into him, a soft moan escaping your lips.

“diluc...” you whisper, your voice already breathless.

he smiles against your skin, his lips trailing down to capture your nipple, sucking gently before moving to the other. each flick of his tongue sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, making you squirm beneath him.

“mmh, you taste so good,” he murmurs, his voice vibrating against your skin. “i could spend all day just like this.”

you thread your fingers through his hair, holding him close. “i wouldn’t mind that at all.”

his hand slides lower, over your stomach, and down to the apex of your thighs. he cups you gently, his fingers pressing against your most sensitive spot through the thin fabric of your underwear. you gasp, your hips bucking against his hand.

“so eager,” he teases, his breath hot against your ear. “i love how responsive you are.”

you can only nod, your breath coming in short pants as he continues to tease you. he slips his fingers beneath the fabric, finding your slick folds. a low groan escapes him as he feels how wet you are.

“always so ready for me,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

he slides a finger inside you, and you moan, your body clenching around him. soon enough, he adds another one, stretching you, preparing you for what’s to come. his thumb circles your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you see stars.

“diluc, please...” you beg, your voice barely a whisper.

he looks up at you, his eyes dark with lust. “please what?” he asks, his voice a low growl.

“i need you i-inside me,” you manage to say, your body aching with need.

he smiles, a slow, wicked smile that promises so much more. “your wish is my command.”

he pats your cunt before he shifts, positioning himself between your legs. you can feel the hard length of him pressing against your entrance, and you spread your legs wider, inviting him in. he enters you slowly, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust to his size. you moan, your body stretching to accommodate him.

“you feel so good,” he groans, his voice strained with effort. “so tight.”

you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “m-more,” you beg. “i need more.”

he begins to move, his hips thrusting against yours in a steady rhythm. each stroke hits that perfect spot inside you, making you gasp and moan. you cling to him, your nails digging into his back as he picks up the pace.

“yes, just like that,” you cry out, your body meeting his thrust for thrust.

he leans down, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. his tongue mimics the movements of his hips, driving you wild with desire. you can feel the tension building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust.

“l-luc, i’m close,” you pant, your body trembling with the effort of holding back.

he looks down at you, his eyes filled with love and desire. “let go,” he whispers. “i want to feel you come around me.”

his words are your undoing. you cry out, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over you. he continues to thrust, drawing out your orgasm until you’re a trembling mess beneath him.

“that’s it,” he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. “you’re so beautiful when you come.”

he slows his pace, giving you a moment to catch your breath. but he’s not done with you yet. he flips you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so you’re on your knees. you look back at him over your shoulder, a wicked smile on your lips.

“again?” you ask, your voice teasing, but nervous.

he grins, his hands gripping your hips. “again,” he confirms, his voice a low growl.

he enters you from behind, his hips slapping against yours with each thrust. the angle is different, his cock hitting new spots inside you that make you gasp and moan. you brace yourself against the headboard, pushing back against him to meet his thrusts.

“yes, yes, yes,” you chant, your body already building towards another orgasm.

he leans over you, his chest pressing against your back. his hand snakes around to cup your breast, his fingers pinching your nipple. you cry out, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

“you like that?” he asks, his voice a low rumble in your ear.

“yes,” you gasp. “d-don’t stop.”

he doesn’t. he continues to thrust, his hand moving from your breast to your clit, circling the sensitive bud in time with his movements. you can feel yourself getting closer, your body tensing with each stroke.

“come for me,” he growls, his voice commanding. “squeeze my cock, just like that.”

you do, your body convulsing as another orgasm rips through you. he continues to thrust, drawing out your pleasure until you’re a trembling, sweaty mess beneath him.

“diluc,” you pant, your voice barely a whisper. “i can’t... i can’t take anymore.”

he slows his pace, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. “just one more,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need, almost begging. “i want to come inside you.”

and who are you to deny that? you nod, your body already responding to his words. he flips you onto your back again, his eyes locked on yours as he enters you one last time. his movements are slow and deliberate, each thrust filled with love and desire.

“you’re mine,” he whispers, his voice a low growl. “only mine.”

“yes,” you agree, your voice breathless. “only yours.”

he leans down, capturing your lips. his body tenses, and you can feel him pulsing inside you, filling you with his warm seed. you wrap your legs around him, holding him close as he rides out his orgasm.

“i love you,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “so much.”

“i love you too,” you whisper, your heart swelling with love.

he collapses beside you, pulling you into his arms. you snuggle against him, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasms. he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his arms tightening around you.

“thank you,” he murmurs, his voice soft. “for giving me this. for giving me you.”

you smile, your heart filled with love and contentment. “always,” you whisper. “always for you.”

♡ WRIOTHESLEY

wriothesley looks up from his desk when the scent of fresh roses overtakes the usual cold steel and parchment of his office. he blinks, surprised, as you step inside, holding a bouquet wrapped in soft ribbon, the red petals vivid against the stark walls of the fortress.

“what’s this?” his voice is low, gruff from hours of work, but there’s something else there—something softer beneath the rough edges.

you smile, placing the flowers down beside the scattered paperwork. “a valentine’s gift.”

for a moment, he just stares. like the idea of someone bringing *him* flowers is foreign, something distant and unattainable.

then, slowly, he exhales a quiet chuckle, shaking his head as he leans back in his chair. “you know, most people wouldn’t bring flowers to a prison.”

“clearly i’m not most people,” you tease, stepping closer.

“no,” he murmurs, watching you with that piercing gaze of his. “you’re not.”

you reach for him, fingers tracing the scar along his knuckles, feeling the tension coiled beneath his skin. even on today of all days, he won’t rest, won’t let himself have something as simple as an afternoon away.

but if he won’t leave work, then you’ll bring something sweeter to his prison of duty.

“you don’t know how to be taken care of, do you?” you whisper, tilting his chin up with your fingers.

his breath hitches, just barely, but you catch it. a flicker of something vulnerable, something unguarded, before he lets out a low, amused hum.

“you’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice dark with something heavier than amusement.

“am i?” your hands slide over his shoulders, pressing against the firm muscle beneath his coat. “you work too much. someone has to remind you that there are better ways to spend today.”

wriothesley exhales sharply, his hands finding your waist, grip firm and needy as he pulls you down onto his lap. the shift in position presses you close, his warmth seeping into you through the layers of your clothing.

“better ways, huh?” he smirks, though there’s heat simmering behind his eyes. he tilts his head, lips brushing just below your ear as he murmurs, “then why don’t you show me?”

the words send a shiver down your spine. “i plan to.”

his hands tighten around you as he captures your lips in a slow, consuming kiss, one that leaves no room for hesitation. it’s deep and unhurried, as if he’s finally allowing himself to indulge, to take instead of always giving.

the bouquet lies forgotten on the desk, petals trembling with each movement, the scent of roses mingling with the taste of him, heady and intoxicating.

and as his hands slide lower, gripping your hips with a quiet groan, you pull back slightly. your breath mingling with his, you whisper, “let me take care of you.”

his eyes darken, and he nods, a silent agreement that sends a thrill through you. you stand up, your hands never leaving his body, and begin to unbutton his shirt. each button reveals more of his taut, scarred skin, and you can’t help but trace the lines with your fingertips, feeling the history etched into his flesh.

wriothesley watches you, his breath growing heavier with each touch. when his shirt is fully open, you lean down and press a soft kiss to his chest, right above his heart. he shudders, his hands coming up to tangle in your hair.

“you’re driving me crazy,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.

you smile against his skin, your hands moving to his belt. “that’s the point,” you tease, unbuckling it slowly. you can feel his heartbeat quicken under your lips, and it sends a rush through you, heat polling in your underwear.

as you unzip his pants, he lifts his hips to help you slide them down, along with his boxers. his erection springs free, hitting his stomach hard and ready, and you take a moment to admire him, your breath hitching at the sight.

“like what you see?” he asks, a hint of playfulness in his voice despite the tension in his body.

“very much,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. you wrap both your hand around him, feeling his heat and hardness, and he lets out a low groan, his head falling back against the chair.

you stroke him slowly, your thumb circling the sensitive tip, spreading the bead of precum that’s gathered there. wriothesley’s hips buck slightly, his breath coming in short gasps.

“feels so good,” he murmurs, his eyes closed, lost in the sensation.

you lean down, your breath hot against his ear. “just wait,” you whisper, before sinking to your knees in front of him.

his eyes fly open, and he looks down at you, his gaze intense and hungry. you hold his stare as you lean forward, your tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock. he groans, his hands gripping the arms of the chair tightly.

finally, you take his cock into your mouth, inch by inch, your tongue swirling around him. he tastes salty and masculine, and you can’t get enough. you moan softly, the vibration making him jerk in your mouth.

“f-fuck,” he breathes out, his hips lifting slightly, seeking more.

you oblige, of course, taking him deeper, your hands gripping his thighs for support. you can feel the muscles trembling under your touch, and it spurs you on. you bob your head, your mouth and tongue working in tandem to drive him wild.

wriothesley’s hands find their way into your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands, guiding you but not forcing. his grunts fill the room, sounds of pleasure that have you aching with need.

you pull back slightly to catch your breath, your hand wrapping around the base of his cock. you look up at him, your eyes watering slightly from the effort, but the sight of him—head thrown back, mouth open in ecstasy—makes it all worth it.

“don’t stop,” he pleads, his voice hoarse with desire. “p-please, don’t stop.”

you have no intention of stopping. you redouble your efforts, your head bobbing faster, your hand stroking harder. you can feel his cock swelling in your mouth, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“i’m close,” he warns, his voice strained. “so close.”

you moan in encouragement, your free hand cupping his balls, massaging them gently. it’s enough to send him over the edge. with a deep groan, he comes, his body shaking with the force of his release. you swallow every drop, your mouth and tongue gentle now, coaxing him down from his high.

when he finally stills, you pull back, your lips swollen. you look up at him, a soft smile on your face, and he looks back at you, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and wonder.

“come here,” he murmurs, pulling you up onto his lap. you go willingly, straddling him, your arms wrapping around his neck. he kisses you deeply, his tongue sweeping into your mouth, tasting himself on you.

“that was...” he trails off, shaking his head slightly. “incredible.”

you smile, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “i’m glad you think so.”

he chuckles, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back. “i more than think so, sweetheart. i know so.”

you lean your forehead against his, your eyes closed, just enjoying the moment. the scent of roses still lingers in the air, mixing with the musk of sex and the warmth of his body. it’s a heady combination, one that makes you feel both relaxed and exhilarated.

“you know,” you say softly, “this is the first time i’ve seen you truly relax.”

he opens his eyes, looking into yours. “that’s because you make me feel safe,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “safe enough to let go.”

your heart swells at his words, and you kiss him softly, pouring all your feelings into it. he responds in kind, his arms tightening around you, holding you close.

when you pull back, you can see the desire sparking in his eyes again, and you grin, feeling a rush of anticipation.

“ready for round two?” you ask, your voice teasing.

he smirks, his hands sliding down to cup your ass. “with you? always.”

and with that, he stands up, lifting you with him, and sitting you down on his desk, sweeping the papers and the bouquet aside with one arm. he sets you down on the edge, his body pressing against yours, and you can feel his hardness growing again, pressing against your core.

you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and he captures your mouth in another searing kiss. his hands roam over your body, touching, teasing, driving you wild with need.

you break away from his kiss, your breath coming in short gasps. “archons, wrio, i need you,” you plead, your voice desperate. “now.”

he doesn’t need to be told twice. he unbuttons your pants, sliding them down your legs along with your underwear. you kick them off, your heart pounding with anticipation. he steps back slightly, his eyes raking over your body, and you can see the hunger in his gaze.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.

you smile, your cheeks flushing slightly at his words. “and you’re still wearing too many clothes,” you tease, reaching for his open shirt.

he chuckles, shrugging it off quickly, followed by fully stripping himself of his boxers. then he’s standing before you, gloriously naked, his body a map of scars and muscles that tell a story of their own.

you reach for him, your hands tracing the lines of his body, feeling the heat of his skin under your fingertips. he shudders at your touch, his eyes closing briefly, before opening again, filled with a fierce intensity.

he steps closer, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading them wider. you can feel his cock pressing against your entrance, hot and hard, and you let out a soft moan, your body aching with need.

“please,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

he leans down, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes locked on yours. “please what?” he asks, his voice a low rumble.

you swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “please fuck me,” you beg, your voice desperate.

a slow, wicked smile spreads across his face, and he captures your mouth in another deep kiss. at the same time, he thrusts into you, filling you completely. you gasp into his mouth, your body arching against his, your nails digging into his shoulders.

he starts to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. each stroke hits deep, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. you moan, your head falling back, your eyes closed, lost in the sensation.

“look at me,” he commands, his voice rough with desire.

you force your eyes open, meeting his gaze. the intensity in his eyes takes your breath away, and you can’t look away, even as his thrusts grow harder, faster, driving you higher and higher.

“you feel so good,” he murmurs, his voice strained. “so tight, so wet.”

you can only moan in response, your body trembling with each thrust. you can feel your orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening in your core.

“come for me,” he urges, his voice a low growl. “let me feel you come around my cock.”

his words send you over the edge. with a cry, you come, your body convulsing around him, your nails digging into his skin. he groans, his hips jerking as he finds his own release, his cock pulsing inside you.

you collapse against each other, your breaths coming in short gasps, your bodies slick with sweat. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close, his face buried in your neck.

“that was...” you trail off, shaking your head slightly. “incredible.”

he chuckles, his breath hot against your skin. “i could say the same thing,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

you smile, your eyes closed, just enjoying the moment. the scent of roses still lingers in the air, mixing with the musk of sex and the warmth of his body. the conbination makes your head feel dizzy.

after a few moments, he pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours. “thank you,” he says softly. “for reminding me that there’s more to life than just work.”

you cup his cheek, your thumb brushing gently against his skin. “anytime,” you reply, your voice just as soft. “that’s what i’m here for.”

he smiles, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. “i’m glad you are,” he says, before capturing your mouth in another soft, lingering kiss.

as you pull away, you can’t help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. this is what you wanted—to remind him that he deserves to be taken care of, to show him that there’s more to life than just duty and responsibility. and as you look into his eyes, you know that you’ve succeeded.

♡ KAZUHA

the evening air is cool, tinged with the scent of cherry blossoms and the distant salt of the sea. lanterns glow softly along the park’s winding path, casting pools of golden light where couples linger—whispers of laughter, the quiet rustle of silk sleeves brushing together.

but kazuha’s attention is solely on you.

he leans in, voice no louder than a breath, “you’re trembling.”

you swallow, heat pooling in your stomach at the realization—it’s not from the cold.

kazuha sits behind you on the secluded bench, his arms loose but firm around your waist, fingers tracing the edge of your sleeve with a slowness that makes your breath hitch. his lips hover near your ear, warm and teasing, sending shivers down your spine with each whispered word.

“you’re always so bold,” he muses, fingers slipping just beneath the hem of your coat, just enough for his knuckles to graze the bare skin of your thigh. “and yet now, you’re shaking.”

you shift in his lap, an attempt at feigning control, but it only makes things worse—the solid press of his body against yours, the way his grip tightens, the quiet sigh he exhales, hot against your neck.

“people could see,” you whisper, barely audible.

kazuha chuckles, low and utterly sinful. “then you’ll just have to be quiet, won’t you?”

a gasp catches in your throat as his lips brush the shell of your ear, soft and fleeting, before trailing lower, ghosting along the curve of your neck. his hands trace along your hips, fingers pressing, teasing, before pulling you just a little closer, just enough to make your pulse stutter.

your fingers dig into his thighs, a silent plea, a warning—one he pointedly ignores.

“kazuha—”

“shh,” he soothes, lips barely touching your skin as he whispers, “wouldn’t want to alert the others now, would we?”

the distant murmur of another couple drifts through the night, oblivious, and the thought sends a thrill through you—this dangerous, delicate game of restraint, the need threatening to spill over.

kazuha hums, pleased by the way your breath hitches, by the way your body responds to his touch even as you try to stay composed. his voice is soft and teasing as he nips lightly at your pulse.

“such a shame,” he muses, fingers curling just beneath your chin, tilting your face towards him. “if only we were somewhere more private… i wouldn’t have to hold back.”

his lips press against yours, slow and deep, stealing the breath right from your lungs. and as his hands tighten, as heat coils and tension hums between you, you realize one thing:

you’re losing this game.

and you don’t mind one bit.

kazuha’s fingers trace a path up your thigh, his touch light but deliberate, sending waves of anticipation through you. you can feel the heat of his body, the steady rhythm of his breath against your neck, and you squeeze your eyes tightly as you try and keep yourself from moaning out loud.

“k-kazu,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, “we shouldn’t—”

“shouldn’t what?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. “shouldn’t enjoy this moment? shouldn’t let ourselves get carried away?”

his hand moves higher, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. you bite your lip, trying to suppress a gasp, but it escapes anyway, a soft, desperate sound that makes kazuha smile against your skin.

“you’re so responsive,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “it’s intoxicating.”

you shift in his lap, trying to ease the ache building between your legs, but the movement only presses you closer to him, making the situation worse. kazuha’s grip on your waist tightens, holding you still as his other hand continues its torturous exploration.

“p-please,” you beg, not even sure what you’re asking for. more? less? something to ease the tension coiling inside you?

kazuha’s fingers finally reach their destination, brushing lightly over the fabric of your lacy underwear. you let out a shaky breath, your body tensing in anticipation. he teases you, his touch feather-light, barely there, before finally pressing more firmly, eliciting a moan from you.

“shh,” he reminds you, his voice a soft whisper. “remember, we have to be quiet.”

you nod, biting your lip to keep from making any more noise. kazuha’s fingers move in slow, deliberate circles over your clit, the pressure building with each touch. you can feel the heat pooling in your lower abdomen, squeezing your thighs aroud his hand.

“you’re so wet,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl. “so ready for me.”

you whimper, unable to form words, as his fingers slip beneath the fabric, finally touching you skin to skin. the sensation is electric, sending jolts of pleasure through you. you grip his legs tightly, your nails digging into the fabric of his pants.

kazuha’s fingers move expertly, knowing exactly how to touch you, how to build the pleasure in your cunt higher and higher. you can feel your body tensing, the pressure building to an almost unbearable level.

“ahh, kazu,” you gasp, his name a plea on your lips. “i’m close—”

“i know,” he says, his voice a soft rumble. “i know, just let go. i’ve got you.”

and with those words, you do. the tension snaps, pleasure washing over you in waves. you bite down on your lip, trying to keep the sounds of your release quiet, but a soft moan escapes nonetheless. kazuha’s grip on you tightens, holding you close as you ride out the waves of pleasure.

as you come down from the high, kazuha’s touch softens, his fingers gently stroking you, bringing you back to earth. you lean back against him, your body limp and sated. he presses a soft kiss to your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

“you’re so beautiful when you let go,” he murmurs, his voice a soft whisper.

you turn your head, capturing his lips in a slow, languid kiss. you can taste the cherry blossoms on his lips, the sweetness of the night air. as you pull away, you smile, a soft, contented smile.

“your turn,” you say, your voice a soft purr.

kazuha raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “oh, really?”

you nod, a glint in your eyes. “really.”

you shift in his lap, turning to face him. your hands slide up his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. kazuha watches you, his eyes dark with desire, as you begin to unbutton his shirt, revealing more of his smooth, tanned skin.

“you’re playing with fire,” he warns, his voice a low growl.

you smile, your fingers tracing the lines of his abs. “i think i like the heat.”

kazuha’s breath hitches as your fingers dip lower, tracing the waistband of his pants. you can feel the hard length of him pressing against the fabric, and you smile, knowing you’re affecting him just as much as he affected you.

you lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips as your hand slips beneath the waistband, finally wrapping around him. kazuha groans, the sound low and deep, sending a thrill through you. you stroke him slowly, your grip firm but gentle, drawing out another groan from him.

“you’re driving me crazy,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble.

you smile against his lips, your hand moving faster, your grip tightening. kazuha’s breath comes in short, sharp gasps, his body tensing beneath your touch. you can feel the pleasure building in him, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.

“let go,” you whisper, your voice a soft command. “let go for me, kazu.”

and with those words, he does. his body tenses, a low moan escaping his lips as he finds his release. you stroke him through it, your touch gentle but firm, drawing out every last wave of pleasure.

as he comes down from the high, you slow your movements, your touch softening. kazuha leans his forehead against yours, his breath coming in slow, steady gasps. you smile, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“you’re incredible,” he murmurs in a soft whisper.

you smile, your fingers tracing the lines of his face. “so are you.”

and as you sit there, wrapped in each other’s arms, you know that this night is far from over.

♡ ALBEDO

the candlelight flickers, casting golden hues across the atelier. the scent of oil paints lingers in the air, mingling with something sweeter—the quiet intimacy of being seen.

albedo’s brush glides over the canvas, deliberate, precise, but his gaze… his gaze lingers elsewhere. on you.

you shift beneath his stare, warmth blooming under your skin despite the cool air brushing over your bare body. the silk draped beneath you does little to preserve modesty, pooling around your waist in a way that only enhances the vulnerability of the moment.

his voice is soft, thoughtful. “you’re tense.”

your fingers clutch the fabric at your side. “maybe because you’re staring.”

he chuckles, quiet but indulgent, setting the brush aside. “you wanted me to paint you, love,” he murmurs, standing. the soft creak of the stool, the quiet shuffle of movement and it all feels too slow, too deliberate. “should i not admire my muse?”

you exhale, intending to form some retort, but the words never come—not when he moves closer, not when his gloved fingers trace the edge of your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his eyes.

not when his other hand ghosts over your collarbone, barely there, yet setting every nerve on fire.

the touch is light at first, a study in patience, in restraint. his fingers trail lower, over your arm, down your ribs, mapping the curves he had so carefully sketched onto the canvas.

then lower.

your breath stutters. “albedo-”

he hums in acknowledgment, but his hand doesn’t stop. it glides, slow and knowing, pressing into the softness of your thigh. “fascinating,” he muses, thumb sweeping along your skin in a way that makes your pulse quicken. “i wonder… how much of this warmth is due to embarrassment, and how much is something else?”

you shiver, heat pooling low in your stomach. “you’re awfully talkative.”

his smirk is barely there, but the shift in his demeanor is undeniable—this is no longer about art.

“am i?” he leans in, lips brushing over your shoulder in the lightest of touches before trailing up, up, until his breath fans against the shell of your ear. “then perhaps i should put my mouth to better use.”

a challenge. a promise.

his lips capture yours before you can answer, the warmth of him a stark contrast to the cool air of the room. his hands find your waist, pulling you close, letting you feel the way tension coils beneath his calm exterior, the way his self-control wavers when it comes to his lover.

the painting lies forgotten on the easel, the brushes untouched.

because tonight, he’ll be studying you.

his kiss deepens, tongue sweeping against yours in a dance that leaves you breathless. you can feel the heat of his body, the way his muscles tense under your touch as you reach up, fingers tangling in his hair. he groans softly, the sound vibrating against your lips, and you can't help but smile, knowing the effect you have on him.

"you're enjoying this," he murmurs, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. his are dark with desire, pupils blown wide.

"maybe," you mumrur, tracing the line of his jaw with your fingertips. "or maybe i just like seeing you lose control."

he raises an eyebrow, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "is that so?" his hands slide down to your hips, gripping tightly before lifting you effortlessly onto the chaise lounge tucked in the corner of the studio. you let out a surprised gasp, but he just smiles, kneeling before you.

"then let's see how much control i can make you lose," he says, voice low and husky. his hands push your thighs apart, exposing you to the cool air and his heated gaze. you shiver, but not from the cold.

he leans in, breath hot against your most intimate place. you squirm, anticipation building, but he takes his time, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs, making you wait. making you want.

"a-albedo," you moan in a plea. he looks up at you, eyes locked onto yours as he finally, finally, puts his mouth to better use.

the first touch of his tongue is electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. he starts slow, exploring and tasting your cunt, each flick and swirl sending waves of sensation crashing over you. your hands find his hair again, gripping tightly as you try to steady yourself.

he hums against your hole, the vibration adding to the sensations overwhelming you. your breath comes in short gasps, punctuated by moans that fill the quiet of the studio. there's nothing but this—his mouth on you, your body responding to his every touch.

"you taste incredible," he murmurs, pulling back just enough to speak before diving back in like a starving man. his hands grip your thighs tighter, holding you open for him as he devours you. it's too much, not enough, all at once.

"b-bedo," you gasp, tension coiling tight in your belly. "i'm close."

he growls, the sound vibrating against you, pushing you even closer to the edge. his tongue flicks faster, zeroing in on the spot that makes your body sing. one hand leaves your thigh, two fingers sliding into you easily, filling you, stretching you.

it's too much. it's perfect. it's everything.

you come undone with a cry, body arching off the chaise as pleasure crashes over you. he stays with you, tongue gentling but not stopping, drawing out every last wave of your orgasm until you collapse back onto the chaise, boneless and sated.

he presses one last soft kiss to your thigh before standing, looming over you with a satisfied smirk. "well," he says, voice gentle, "that was quite the study in desire."

you laugh, breathless and content. "come here," you say, reaching for him. he comes willingly, stretching out beside you on the chaise, pulling you into his arms. you can feel the hard length of him pressed against your hip, but he makes no move to rush, content to hold you, to kiss you softly, to let you set the pace.

"thank you," you murmur, tracing patterns on his chest with your fingertips. "for the painting. for... this."

♡ ALHAITHAM

“you’re aware this holiday is nothing more than a commercial ploy, aren’t you?”

alhaitham barely glances up from his book, his voice calm and utterly uninterested. you’re curled up beside him on the couch, yet there’s a noticeable distance—one you fully intend to close.

you sigh dramatically, stretching just enough to press against his side. “so cynical,” you murmur, dragging a slow finger down his arm, tracing the muscle beneath his loose sleeve. “you say that, but you still agreed to spend the evening with me.”

“i spend most of my evenings with you.” he doesn’t react, but you catch the way his fingers twitch slightly against the page. “i fail to see how today is any different.”

you hum, shifting to straddle his lap, effectively cutting off any further argument. his breath hitches. not enough for most to notice, but you do.

“let me show you, then.”

his book is forgotten the moment your lips brush against his neck.

there’s the briefest pause, a moment where you think he might scoff, might dismiss you entirely. but then his hands find your waist, his grip firm and grounding.

“is this your attempt at persuasion?” his voice is quieter now, edged with something deeper, something intrigued.

you press a kiss just beneath his jaw, savoring the way his pulse jumps. “is it working?”

a sharp exhale. his grip tightens.

“you’re insufferable,” he mutters, though there’s no real bite to it. if anything, the way his fingers slide down your spine tells you he’s enjoying this.

good.

you smile, tilting his chin up until he’s looking at you, emerald eyes dark with something unreadable. “then stop thinking so much and enjoy the moment.”

there’s a beat of silence. then he pulls you down into a kiss, slow and consuming, one that makes heat pool low in your abdomen.

it’s rare for him to be this receptive, to let go of logic and indulge in something as fleeting as romance. but tonight, his lips are insistent, his hands impatient as they slide beneath the fabric of your shirt, fingers pressing and grasping.

he breaks the kiss just enough to murmur against your lips, “you’re ridiculous.��

you grin. “and yet, you’re still holding me like you don’t want me to leave.”

a quiet chuckle, a rare thing, before he flips you beneath him, caging you between warmth and muscle, the weight of his body pressing you into the couch.

“fine,” he concedes, voice lower now, rougher. “convince me.”

and judging by the way he kisses you again—hungry, unrestrained—you think you already have.

his hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and line as if he’s memorizing you. you arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips. he swallows the sound with another deep kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth, claiming you.

“haitham,” you whisper, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. his name on your lips seems to ignite something within him, and he trails kisses down your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

“you taste so good,” he murmurs, his lips moving lower, tracing the collarbone. his hands slip under your shirt, pushing it up and over your head. you shiver as the cool air hits your skin, but his warmth quickly envelops you again.

he takes a moment to admire you, his eyes dark with desire. “beautiful,” he says softly, before dipping his head to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. you gasp, your back arching off the couch as he sucks and nips, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

your hands find his shoulders, gripping tightly as he lavishes attention on your breasts, alternating between gentle kisses and sharp bites. you can feel his hardness pressing against you, and you moan softly, your hips grinding against him. he breaks the kiss, his breath coming in short gasps.

“you’re insatiable,” he murmurs, his lips trailing down your neck. you tilt your head back, giving him better access.

“only for you,” you reply, your voice breathy and desperate. he chuckles, his hands sliding down your body, exploring every curve and line.

you push him back against the couch, straddling his lap. he looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. you lean down to nip at his neck.

“i want to taste you,” you murmur against the shell of his ear. he groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

“you don’t have to,” he says, his voice strained. you smile, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

“i want to,” you insist, your voice soft but firm. he nods, his breath hitching as you begin to trail kisses down his chest.

you take your time, exploring every inch of him with your lips and tongue. he moans softly, his hands tangling in your hair, guiding you lower.

you reach the waistband of his boxers, and you look up at him, a wicked smile on your lips. he watches you, his eyes dark with anticipation. you hook your fingers in the waistband, pulling them down slowly, revealing his hard length.

you wrap your hand around him, and he hisses in pleasure. you stroke him slowly, your eyes locked on his, watching every reaction, every twitch of his muscles.

“you’re teasing me,” he accuses, his voice rough with desire. you smile, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the tip of his cock.

“maybe a little,” you admit, your tongue flicking out to taste him. he groans, his hips bucking slightly.

you take him into your mouth, inch by inch, your tongue swirling around him. he moans loudly, his hands gripping your hair tightly. you begin to move, your head bobbing up and down, taking him deeper with each pass.

“archons, you feel so good,” he murmurs, his voice strained. you hum in agreement, the vibration sending a shiver through him.

you pick up the pace, your hand working in time with your mouth. he’s moaning loudly now, his hips moving in time with you, his breath coming in short gasps.

“i’m close,” he warns, his voice strained. you don’t stop, your movements becoming more urgent, more desperate.

he comes with a loud groan, his body tensing as he finds his release. you swallow every drop, your mouth continuing to move on him until he’s spent.

you pull away slowly, a satisfied smile on your lips. he looks down at you, his eyes dark with satisfaction.

“come here,” he murmurs and reaches for you, pulling you up to kiss you sloppily again, tasting himself on your lips.

“i want you inside me,” you whisper against his mouth. he groans, his body pressing against yours, his hardness evident through his pants.

“are you sure?” he asks, his voice strained. you nod, your hands moving to his pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down. he kicks them off, his boxers following quickly.

you take a moment to admire him, his body lean and muscular, his cock hard and ready. you reach out, wrapping your hand around him once more, and he hisses in pleasure.

“condom,” he manages to say, reaching for his pants and pulling one out of his wallet. you take it from him, tearing it open and rolling it onto him, your hands lingering on his length.

he settles between your legs, his cock poised at your entrance. he looks into your eyes, a silent question. you nod, your hands gripping his hips, pulling him closer.

he slides into you slowly, inch by inch, filling you completely. you both moan, the sensation overwhelming. he stays still for a moment, allowing you to adjust to him, before beginning to move.

his thrusts are slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure through you. you wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper, urging him faster. he complies, his hips moving quicker, his breath coming in short gasps.

“you feel so good,” he murmurs, his lips finding yours in a heated kiss. you moan into his mouth, your nails digging into his back as the pleasure builds again.

he breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as he continues to thrust into you. “i want you to come with me,” he says, his voice strained. you nod, your body already on the edge.

he reaches between you, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. the dual sensation is too much, and you cry out, your body convulsing around him as you come.

he follows quickly, his body tensing as he finds his own release. he collapses on top of you, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body slick with sweat.

you wrap your arms around him, holding him close as you both come down from the high. he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

“you’re right,” he murmurs, his voice soft and sleepy. “this is different.”

you smile, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. “told you so.”

as you both lie there, wrapped in each other’s arms, alhaitham can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, there’s something to this romance thing after all. and maybe, just maybe, valentine’s day isn’t so bad.

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⭒ HOW THEY SOUND DURING SEX, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

fem reader x sunday, dr ratio, jing yuan, phainon + mydei ( seperate ) ; petnames used; my angel, my dear. the things they say / noises they make during sex. teasing. needy sunday. prone bone in mydei’s.

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⭒ SUNDAY

Whether it came as a surprise or not to some, Sunday was not quiet during your more intimate experiences together, whether that was deliberate on his part or not. The sounds that you are able to pull from the Oak Family head were intoxicating in their own right.

They begin quiet, nothing more than a batted breath when you trace your fingertips across his skin— teasing him a bit with your touch before they turn into something needier, dreamier when your hands are stroking along his cock. And despite the control that the man beneath you wishes to portray, he is but a slave to the pleasure your fingertips are able to give to him.

Sunday tries his best to make sure his voice doesn’t shake, to feign his usual straight-laced demeanour. But it’s not long before his sharp tone turns into something softer— gentler when the end of his words break off into something intoxicating and it only makes you even wetter.

His sounds are sweet, light in tone and airy— they’re more whimpers than they are groans, like he’s being eased into a dream by the touch of your fingers or the tight hug of your cunt. Even now as he tries to inhale,

“N-now, now, my dear. There is no rush, though your efforts shan’t go unrecognised should you entrust the rest to me.” Sunday’s words catch— as they always did when he took you like this. You’d insisted on being on top, straddling his lap before rolling your hips down onto his cock and when his lips had parted to exhale a croon of a breath, he couldn’t say yes fast enough.

But now, that decision has left him completely at your mercy as you bounce on his lap now. Every downwards press of your hips makes his cock push up against something sensitive inside of you, and it only serves to make your walls quiver around him even tighter each time he bottoms out. Which only leaves Sunday to palm and grab at your hips in the hopes of attaining even an ounce of relief to catch his breath.

“But I like being on top, Sunday.” Your words purr as you slow down your pace slightly, deciding to roll and twist your hips down onto his cock instead and you can see the way he appreciates that in the way it makes his wings twitch.

Another particularly sinful swirl, and your pussy trembles— making Sunday exhale out another, more broken off sort of groan before his fingers are pinching pleasurably into your hips. “Yes, that I am certain of. Your enthusiasm is quite clear.” He chuckles, though it’s more due to his own wrecked state than anything else.

But it’s almost torturous the way you continue at that same addicting pace, wiggling and pushing your hips down on the length of him until you’re taking him to the base and it makes his hips press up into yours in response. You do look radiant from this position, and there’s a certain gleam to the gold of Sunday’s gaze as he lets it drag along the expanse of your body— following that same trail as his hands do a second later.

“N-nevertheless, I shan’t last much longer like this. And I would hate for our time together to come to a… premature end.” He hums, voice catching when the stutter of his sentence makes your walls squeeze and he presses his fingertips up high enough to cup at one of your breasts.

It’s like Sunday’s trying to convince you to go easy on him— as if he’s not enjoying every moment of having you bounce on his cock as he feels the way your nipples pebble against his touch, and he thumbs at the bud before he’s sucking his lower lip between his teeth. He gives you a slow blink, and then his wings offer you another feathered tremble as you sway your hips forward and back above him.

“But it feels so good, I can’t help it. I like when you’re like this.” You tease him, emphasising the point by pushing yourself up high enough until only the tip of his cock remains inside of you. And it’s quite adorable the way you watch Sunday’s eyes widen before you’re dropping yourself back down, to take him eagerly to the base and it feels like he reaches so far up it makes you both gasp.

His body jolts from beneath you, and his thumb and forefinger pinch your nipple at the pleasure before he’s breathing out a strangled sort of sound. His eyes flutter closed, and you resume your soft— grinding pace on his lap as you feel him begin to shiver and twitch from where he rests deep inside of you.

But even in this state, you still feel Sunday’s free fingertips begin to creep their way towards your pussy and the other continues to busy itself flicking and pressing over your nipple as it does. You can’t help but let out a pretty little sound of your own at the way his hands work you so easily— accompanied by the steady press of his cock as it pushes up against the spot inside of you that makes you keen.

How can he deny you when you’re above him like this?

“H-hah, I see. Well then, I shall ensure I make it feel even better.”

⭒ DR RATIO

Much of Ratio’s personality remained the same even in your most intimate moments. He was always quite vocal and outspoken anyway— in more ways than one and he never felt any need to change that, even now. Though it is in a much different sense. Much of his sounds were long and low, groans that stretch out into something more breathless and intoxicating with effort.

But they would remain in time with the way your walls seem to clench around the length of him and in tune with the needs of your body.

Though the genius still has an air of self control around him, it becomes increasingly more obvious the effect you have on him regardless; mostly revealed in the quiver of his words or a hiss from between his teeth. But even in these circumstances, he had no qualms about critiquing your performance nor bringing out the best in it— which is why even now, the steady drawl of his voice is doing wonders for your body.

“Had enough already?” Ratio exhales from his place curling over your back from behind. It’s lower in tone than some may be used to but the pleasure in his words is so writhe there’s nowhere else to put it. And although the answer to his question is obvious in the way you’re trembling— barely able to hold yourself up on your hands and knees, you’re grateful for the way his strong hands hold you there and the next squeeze of your pussy in return makes him groan.

But still, you haven’t answered Ratio’s question yet and you feel the repercussions of that in the next languid, slow roll of his hips as his cock presses up against something sweet inside of you. It makes you push yourself back into his next thrust and his huge body makes you feel small beneath him as you feel his chest press up against your back, followed by a slow exhale.

“Not listening? Don’t let me repeat myself.”

His words sound out a bit sharper this time, thought there’s no real malice to them— it reads as more impatience. But then he’s satiating you with another particularly deep kiss of his cock and it all but fucks the answer out of you with your next drawl of his name,

“I d-don’t think I can hold on any longer!” Your voice quivers as you finally answer back, and you wiggle your hips as your knees sink into the mattress beneath you— struggling to hold yourself upright when the next clap of Ratio’s hips thrusts you forward. But then you hear his next breath sound out as more of a groan, and he follows it with a scoff as his hands travel up a bit higher.

“Oh please, I know you can take more than this. I for one am all too familiar with your capabilities.” His fingertips squeeze at your waist as he pulls you back into the next precise press of his hips, and it makes your toes curl and ache as you arch yourself back even closer.

If you had the energy to turn back to send Ratio a look from over your shoulder, you’re sure there would be tears in your eyes. But instead, you feel your arms buck a bit when his hips squeeze up snug and tight and all you can offer him is a pouty lipped, strangled sound.

Though Ratio has no problem proving his point regardless.

“But— but, you’re so…” Deep is what you want to say, but it comes out as nothing more than a whine, long and drawn out as your elbows buckle a bit beneath the combination of your own body and the next deliberately deep stroke of Ratio’s cock. And you hear him click his tongue at your unsteady vocabulary before it accompanies the next slow draw back of his hips.

It’s long and wet and you can’t help but miss the stretch as you hear it make your lovers next breath strain, “Just what are you muttering? you’ll have to speak up for me.” His words come out as more of a hiss this time around— but he thinks the saccharine squeeze of your cunt is to blame for that when he pushes his cock back into you and your back arches beneath him so beautifully it almost hurts.

But Ratio can’t take his eyes off of you, even as he rests on his knees behind you and the next smooth press of his fingertips up the length of your spine seems to soothe you enough to manage a steadier breath before you speak. “It feels too good! M-more!” You almost sob as his touch cups around the back of your neck and you shudder into the press of his palm as he holds you there.

But despite your best efforts, you still hear your lover tut from his space again before he’s curling in to crowd you a bit more. Until he’s close enough for you to hear the way he’s breathing deep against the crook of your neck and his chest is almost pressed flush tight against your back.

“My, my. That may be a bit ambitious given your current state of disarray but where has your patience gone? Hm, how about a change of pace then?” Ratio’s words purr before they’re followed by the warmth of his bicep wrapping around the front of your shoulders from behind. It’s quite easy to hug you into him before he’s lifting you both upright onto your knees, and you can’t help but gasp at how deep the new angle makes it feel like he reaches almost immediately.

Ratio seems to feel it too— because you can hear it when your current position does wonders to place his lips right next to your ear, and he holds you up against his chest with one arm around your front as he fucks his hips up into yours.

“There. This is likely more your speed, yes?” He asks lowly, and as much as you’re sure he wishes it to come out steady— you hear the way his voice is wound up tight. But you’re far too fucked out now to answer him, every clap of his body with yours punches a gasp out from between your parted lips and you can only rest your head back on his shoulder to take it.

But Ratio seems to let you off with that this time when the next quiver of your cunt answers with a squeeze around the length of him. It makes him huff, “Yes. Your answer is obvious.” and you almost shake up against him, but the muscles in his arm flex as he holds you close.

“G-gonna cum, Veritas.. I can’t— Hah!” Is all you can manage— barely coherent, but still you feel the way it makes his exhale stutter when it’s breathed out along the dip of your shoulder, as do his hips when you hum out his name.

“What was that? Can’t hold on any longer?” Ratio grumbles as he pants through his teeth— abdomen flexing as he pushes his cock up into the plush press of your walls. He knows you’re close already, your walls are doing little to conceal that as they flutter around him now and it makes his arm around your chest hug you in a bit closer.

It’s just enough for him to be able to press his lips up against your cheek and keep you steady enough for him to be able to graze his free hand towards your spread thighs. “Well, in that case— it’s about time I graciously offer my help, wouldn’t you say?”

⭒ JING YUAN

Jing Yuan liked to be quite vocal during your intimate time together— though it was with a particular intention in mind. On one hand, he did little to hold back the sounds your body was able to pull from him— whether that be a strangled, long sigh of a moan or a pleased little hum at the way you look spread out beneath him. But on the other, he liked to use those opportune moments where you’re beneath him to tease you, as he did both in and out of the bedroom.

Though the General’s words were never without flattery or praise and you can’t deny that the way he went about things only served to make you feel even better. As infuriating as his mouth could be, it was also terribly smooth— scratching right at the spots that would make your body respond to him, whether that be something you like to admit or not.

But there was only so much Jing Yuan could withstand himself, eventually— his words would turn much less controlled than he usually liked to present, and he’s only got himself to blame for that when he’s spent such vital breath working you into a puddle of mewls and pants.

“You seem to be eager as ever, my dear.” He purrs, dangerously low from where his lips are trailing along the length of your jawline and his huge body crowds you into the mattress as he presses a good amount of his weight onto you. But that only makes you feel even better, as demonstrated in how tightly your body seems to be luring back in every draw back of the General’s cock.

It makes your next breath catch in your chest, and you can barely exhale without it breaking off into a moan as Jing Yuan bares more of himself down on you with his next thrust. “Y-you’re too deep, Jing Yuan!” Your lips part, gasping as you turn to press your cheek up against his and he satiates you with a soft kiss before he’s chuckling smoothly.

Though despite how amused he may seem to be— his lips are close enough to the shell of your ear for you to hear the way the warmth of your body makes his next breath croon. And he can barely drawl out his next sentence before it’s breaking off into a low, drawn out groan when he feels you squeeze even tighter.

“Oh? Is that so? But the way I see it, you seem to be quite capable.” Jing Yuan turns to kiss you again, but then he pulls back a bit to give you a look and it makes his pace stutter before he’s pressing his chest up against yours again. He lets more of his weight lean down on you, not enough to crush you as he holds himself steady— but enough for his cock to feel even deeper when his pace is driven by the press of his body. And it makes you claw your fingertips across his back as a means to stay grounded.

You can only shake your head, as if it’s too much but you’re body is telling a completely different story— as are your words as you pant out his name in time with every lazy roll of his hips.

It makes Jing Yuan hum as his hands come to squeeze at your waist and he pins you beneath him as he presses his pelvis up against yours— deliberately snug and tight until he feels your thighs twitch at the overwhelming pressure. “But I guarantee you that you can take much more, hm?”

He drawls again and you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t convincing. Especially when his lips are curled into a smirk and he’s breathing much heavier now. He’s giving you a hungry look between half-lidded blinks and you can only suck your lower lip between your teeth as a means to not moan.

But then Jing Yuan purrs at you again, and you feel the next thrust of his hips press up against something unbearably sensitive inside of you. It makes your body arch up to push against his as he all but growls against your cheek, “Or do you need me to compel you, my dear?”

He wiggles his hips a bit closer as he nestles more of his heavy cock inside of your walls and you dig your nails in even tighter as your legs try to kick out from beneath you. And despite the ringing in your ears, you hear his voice call out to you again— as does his cock when it throbs at your fucked out expression. “Haha, Truth be told, you don’t seem to need much convincing.”

Jing Yuan’s so deep it almost hurts, but then it burns and sizzles into something that feels so good you can barely mutter out your response, but you manage it when your lips part to moan again and a soft little “Please move, fuck me.” pours out. And the noise that your request breaks from the General is almost animalistic as he begins his slow, wet withdrawal.

It makes your toes curl when he stills just short of pulling his cock out of you entirely, and the next inhale he takes almost trembles when he curls more of his huge stature over you again. To ready himself for what he’s about to give to you,

“Heh, eager, indeed.”

⭒ PHAINON

Even when Phainon fucked you, he kept his usual charm about him— lathering you in praise and compliments in that same lovable tone he always used. But there’s remained an eagerness to everything he does, he didn’t see any need in holding back, in neither his movements or his words— which is why he had no qualms about letting you know just how good you made him feel.

The Chrysos Heir could be quite shameless actually, especially when he’s got the hug of your cunt squeezing down around him and he’s offering you a bright smile despite the way his eyes are half-lidded with lust.

Like now, as you settle your hips above Phainon’s— balancing your weight on your knees as you hover yourself over his cock and he’s sending you a bright eyed look that looks nothing short of excited as he lies beneath you. You’d insisted on sinking down on him yourself today, and much like always— he’d offered up no argument as he enabled you with a chuckled “As you wish.”

Your every whim and request was granted almost immediately. But still, he can see the way even a swipe of the head of his cock through your folds makes your thighs twitch, so he’s always ready to offer you some words of encouragement, should you require it.

“There’s no need to be overly wary. You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” Phainon hums as he swipes his fingertips over your hips. His words are smooth but you can tell by the wiggle of his body below you that he’s more than ready to feel you. And that small little realisation makes you feel quite determined yourself.

So you straighten your shoulders a bit, before you begin with another swipe of his cock and you watch the way the Chrysos Heir sucks his lower lip between his teeth at the friction. “I— I know. I was just taking a minute. So—“

Your words cut off slightly when you suddenly bend yourself lower, just as you let the tip slip between your folds to sink into you and the stretch is so good it almost aches as you press more of your weight down onto him.

It was always difficult to take all of Phainon at once, which is why he’d taken great time to prep you. He’d made sure to stretch you well with both his fingers and his tongue, and were you to kiss him now you’re sure you’d still taste the remnants of it. But you can barely think as you take another inch and you hear the man below you groan when you only seem to squeeze even tighter.

“Oh? You seem to be quite capable.” His words purr before they break off into something needier, accompanied by the throb of his cock as he pushes in a bit more and it makes you gasp when he finally bottoms out. You shake your hips a bit to get used to the stretch of him, though when you look down at him he’s already giving you a particularly handsome, pink-cheeked grin.

“See? Easy wasn’t it.” Phainon smiles again and you feel his hands squeeze at your hips as if to emphasise his point. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you shudder above him and even if you tried to— he feels it in your cunt anyway.

“I told you I could do it.” You respond a bit smugly, followed by a slow grind of your hips and you watch the Chrysos Heir beneath you bite on his lower lip as he matches the movement. He presses a bit more of his cock inside of you, satiating you with half of a thrust and it makes you both gasp at how good it feels.

But then Phainon is looking at you again with his next breath, parted lips and flushed cheeks, and he smooths his hands your skin a bit more— to settle into your waist before he rocks up into you again and it feels like he reaches even deeper this time.

“Indeed you did and just as I anticipated. Hah— your resolve is truly gleaming…” He chuckles, infuriatingly charming and hard to resist and it makes your toes curl when he begins to pull you softly along the length of his cock. “I’m impressed.” It’s effortless, the pleasure he’s able to give you— even with just a subtle back and forth, even despite the way you’re the one on top.

And you give Phainon an adorable blink from where you’re grinding yourself down on top of his before he’s smiling again. You watch his muscled chest expand when he takes a trembling sort of inhale, and when he exhales— he doesn’t feel the need to hide the way it curls off into a groan.

“Well, needless to say, it seem’s it’s my turn to handle the task of relaying my gratitude.” Phainon’s chuckling again, and you can only focus on the lower register his voice seems to take— the heat of his palms, the tip of his cock pressing up against the sensitive spots inside of you.

And before you even realise yourself you’re nodding and letting your hands rest on his chest to squeeze, an invitation that the Chrysos Heir takes quite quickly when his hands fall low on your hips again. His palms squeeze at your ass this time and he moans when the next thrust he offers you is more of a bounce, his forearms twitching as drops your weight back down on his cock and he readies himself to begin a pace that he’s sure you’ll enjoy.

“So, I sure do hope you’ll hang in there for me.”

⭒ MYDEI

There was something rougher than usual about Mydei’s voice when he fucked you— from the low growls to the deep groans, the way he’d bury them in your skin or hiss his words from between his teeth. Some may not expect it from him, for him to be vocal at all but he feels no shame in the pleasure you’re able to pull from him, so why shouldn’t he let that be known?

Which is exactly why he would never hold back on returning that favour either, especially with how he’s panting now as he ruts into you from behind— using the strength in his body to power each thrust until you’re body is clapping against his.

It takes everything in you to keep yourself pressing up on your hands and your knees, but with every deep press of the Mydei’s cock from behind you it only makes you shake even more. Thankfully, you can rely on his strength to keep your hips up high enough for him to sink into you— though you’re not sure if that’s a blessing or a curse when he fucks you so ruthlessly it makes something inside of you ache pleasurably.

You hear the Chrysos Heir behind you groan, low and languid when his hips press up against yours with the next wet smack of his hips, and his bruising grip tightens into your skin as he lifts you up a bit higher. The new angle allowing his cock to push deep against your sweet nerves until it makes your elbows buckle.

Another growl next and you can barely stop yourself from falling flat onto your chest into the mattress beneath Mydei, giving yourself up entirely to the push of his cock when he grinds himself down into you. He follows your body until he’s got you pressed into the fabric and you feel his chest nestle tight against your back. But even then his pace doesn’t seem to falter, only slow as his lips graze against your shoulder from behind.

“Giving up already?” He grits against your skin, his voice scratchy from exertion no doubt but the low tone only serves to make your cunt wring him even tighter. But he likes that when you wiggle your hips back up against him, struggling against his weight but still trying your best and it’s obvious in the way he grinds into you again.

He feels deeper this time as his lips lean in to tease the shell of your ear, “I told you before, I have no intention of going easy on you.” Mydei’s voice makes goosebumps burst across your flesh and was his chest not pressing you down into the mattress of his bed you think you’d tremble with it.

But then he offers you another stuttered hump of his hips, accompanied by a deep laugh that’s exhaled over your shoulder and all you want to do is to be pliant for him. To let him fuck you ruthlessly into the mattress just so you can hear the intoxicating sounds that your pussy is able to pull from him, and even the thought alone makes your walls quiver.

Your lips can barely part as your lashes flutter closed to squeeze and “But you’re already so deep.” comes out as more of a gasp than a sentence. But your body still tries its best to hump back into his cock anyway— like your will is contradicting your words almost immediately and were you to look around over your shoulder you’d see the way it makes Mydei smirk.

You could probably feel it against your shoulder were you to focus hard enough, but that seems to prove quite difficult given the flickers of your orgasm that every smack of his huge body seems to spark inside of you.

“That’s right.” He huffs before he’s pressing into you even deeper, there’s a faint glow to the red marks across his body and you see it in the dim lighting with your next blink. But it makes you feel terribly overwhelmed when Mydei’s next stroke appears to be a bit rougher, and your toes curl from where the kick in the air behind you before the Chrysos Heir groans again.

“Sorry to disappoint but I’m nowhere near done with you.” He grumbles as he continues with a pace that’s a little firmer, harder as he presses you even deeper into the bed beneath you and his chest is so tight against your back you can barely breathe.

But you try, even if only to offer him a moan and a strangled little sound of encouragement. You wonder if he can hear the way you try to say “I— I can take it.” especially when it’s lost behind the wet smacks of your body. But you assume Mydei picks up on it anyway when he smears his lips against your shoulder, and you feel the way his cock throbs with the next draw back of his hips.

“Hah, how amusing.”

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ꨄ 𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓

(after sleeping with him the night before)

cast: diluc, alhaitham, wriothesley, ajax x fem reader

warnings: fem reader, nudity, reader wears dilucs shirt in his part, reader also wears wriothesleys coat in his part + he throws you onto the bed, reader is shorter than ajax in his part, the tiniest bits of angst because they really like you, clingy men 🥺, nsfw but no actual smut

MINORS AND BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Diluc wakes, and the sheets pool at his waist as he suddenly sits up in bed. The way he drags his hand over his face while he blinks away the remnants of sleep as he takes in his surroundings has his heart dropping to this stomach.

Where have you gone?

The night before was a whirlwind of kisses and heated touches that turned into naked skin on naked skin and heavy strokes that brought out the most beautiful sound of you crying Dilucs name for him, and eventually the fire that consumed you both multiple times, turned into a flicker of warm embers as you fell asleep in his arms.

Only now as the dawn breaks, Diluc finds himself alone in his bedroom. Was he a fool? His heart proves time and time again to be his greatest foe, and perhaps his deep and doting feelings for you were not truly returned by yourself and now resulted in you leaving before he woke up as a means to lessen the blow of your rejection. Diluc swallows down a pang of heartbreak - it’d been a rather long time since he last felt this way in such a fresh sense. His jaw sets as his mind starts to fly through his interactions with you. Mostly good. Your smiles. Your laughter. The flutter of your lashes whenever he was close. Had he offended you somehow amongst all of these months of falling for you? Had you only been putting on an act only to spare his feelings? He thought he was a perceptive man, and celestia knows he spent endless amounts of time just…wanting to know you. He finds his hand coming up to settle over his heart, clutching at his chest when he sighs in resignation to another day without you by his side.

Diluc remains lost in his thoughts when the heavy wooden door of his bedroom clicks open, he swiftly pulls his blankets up higher on his body, though he’s known Adelinde his entire life, he still hard pressed to remain modest around the woman. Perhaps after a cup of coffee Diluc will get his bearings a little better.

Only it’s not his head maid who walks into his bedroom with her hands clasped - it’s you, tip - toeing into the room with a cup of coffee in each hand and only clad in…Diluc’s shirt. The material sweeps across your bare thighs, the thighs he was eagerly between the night before, your bare feet light on the wooden floor as you attempt to sneak in further. You suddenly meet his gaze and you bark out a soft, sheepish laugh while your body language relaxes a bit. You then smile sweetly when you approach closer, sitting by Diluc on the mattress and handing him a cup of coffee, the steam still rising from the ceramic rim.

“I hope you don’t mind me going to the kitchens! I just woke up a bit early and thought it might be nice to surprise you with a cup.” you say a little sheepishly, as if you were forbidden from exploring anywhere beyond Dilucs room after a passionate night with him.

“You’re here.” Diluc breathes, you look quite disheveled, but as beautiful as ever, especially being in his shirt that slips off your shoulder as you adjust yourself on the side of the bed next to him.

You blank a little, huffing a soft laugh into your coffee as you sip before you reach over to place it on the nightstand.

“Of course I am…um, is that okay?” your face suddenly drops in the slightest and Diluc can’t have that, no. Not after he just spent what felt like hours of agonizing if he had lost you. He swiftly places his cup on the nightstand next to yours, and in the next motion he’s leaning into you with an arm around your waist and pulling you fully onto the bed beneath him. You have no chance to say anything before Diluc presses his lips to yours. You taste like coffee and when you sigh as your leg hikes itself over his hip to keep him close, Diluc can’t help but smile against your mouth.

You giggle sweetly when he nuzzles his nose against your cheek and presses a kiss to your jaw as his large palm cradles under your thigh to pull your leg higher on his waist, to hold you closer as he presses you into the mattress with a wildfire of kisses that sets your pulse ablaze under your skin. Your hands tangling in his hair feels familiar, it feels like the start of how many mornings together will begin.

“Actually, I’d like you to stay longer if you’ll have me.” he murmurs against the warm skin of your neck, watching your lashes flutter. When you nod, grinning before he kisses you again while your bodies roll around together in the bed, Diluc finds his heart leaping in his chest at the knowledge that you do want him back, you do feel the same way as him. And that is all he needs in this moment.

Alhaitham’s brow furrows in his sleep, suddenly feeling a certain chill in his bed that he’s certain wasn’t the case a few hours ago. His eyes crack open, and he frowns at the dim light of the morning shining in through the window. But even moreso, his hand reaches out to an empty space in his bed, and his chest tightens.

Did you leave before he woke up?

He recalls your body under his palms, the way you writhed for him and arched under his every touch and roll of his hips, your nails raking down his back as he studied your every reaction. The stars outside only partially brilliant in comparison to the way you made him feel during those restless hours of intimacy until you were asleep on his chest.

Perhaps his intelligence was indeed limited. He lays in his bed, staring at the ceiling above him and wonders what happened. He had never, at least not truly, ever put his heart on the line in such a manner. You had felt….different. Not in an agonizing sense of something that had come to turn his life upside down, but as something he could reach with his fingertips and hold onto. Someone he could be at ease with and share a comfortable life with. He grimaces to himself, maybe he is a fool, letting his heart lead him and allowing his mind to follow suit, to follow you to the depths of wherever you would go. He would do it, however far, for you. He wasn’t familiar with this type of heartbreak. Although, he figured it could be a learning experience…once his chest stops aching.

His aqua eyes flutter shut once again, hoping that after a few more hours of sleep he’ll wake up feeling a bit more level headed. Much to his chagrin, it’s swiftly interrupted when he feels the mattress dip beside him. His eyes fly open to see you scooting into the sheets, wiggling your way to his side. You giggle and press yourself against him, Alhaitham barely flinches at the chill of your bare feet tangling with his legs.

“Good morning.” you whisper, beaming up at him, your hand comes up to cradle his jaw.

“Good….morning. Where were you?” Alhaitham muses quietly, turning to his side to face you with an arm winding around your waist. He can feel your bare skin under his touch. You’re still completely nude. He’s really trying not to release a breath of relief at you still being here, yet his eyes simmer with something full of adoration when he looks at you.

“The bathroom? Why, did you miss me?” you laugh with a raise of your eyebrow, eyes soft when Alhaitham presses his cheek into your palm. You nearly melt when he looks to you half lidded and his face moves closer until he smears a butterfly wing of a kiss to your lips.

“Something like that.” he affirms with another kiss, and he rolls over on top of you so that your body fits against his further while your mouths move in tandem with soft sighs and low moans as Alhaithams kisses grow more desperate and deep. His hand slips between your bodies and you whimper, making his skin prickle with goosebumps. He decides then to let go of his own head for a bit, his heart pounding at the way your eyes shine while you look at him, and he smiles at you warmly while pressing himself impossibly closer to you. He really is happy that you’re still here. He hopes that you’ll stay awhile longer.

Wriothesley groans as he stretches, his muscles shifting and rolling as he moves around in his bed. He rolls over to his side and his ice blue eyes flicker open with expectancy, only for a sudden chill to settle in his chest. He notices the sheets on the other side of the bed have been pulled back, a telltale sign of a body that had once been occupying that space beside him, is now empty.

You….left?

It was a lot last night, a flurry of tangled limbs and desperate, wanting touches, your body bared to him and his soul bared to yours. The way you were spread out for him again and again, your lips on his ear and crying his name. His own need for you manifesting in the most passionate of ways that left you both a tired and blissed out pile on his black sheets.

Wriothesley sits up in bed, the heels of his palms coming to rub the sleep from his eyes and he sighs, a low disappointed chuckle coming from his throat as he shakes his head. He should’ve known. He…why did he think that falling in love was a good idea? He clearly wasn’t the type of man who would be able to hold down an actual relationship, to be able to relish on your laughter or the way you play with his hair, to be able to say that something, that someone was his. You. His head hangs down as he turns his body to get out of bed, a shower and a few hours of practice at the pankration ring calling to him to get his mind off of this. He could never be angry at you, never, he was angry that he thought for a moment he was going to be happy.

He’s in the midst of feeling annoyingly sorry for himself when he hears the soft sound of someone clearing their throat. He turns on his heel, sheets falling from being tangled around his waist and leaving him bare as he spots you standing there in nothing but your underwear and his coat thrown over your shoulders, effectively swallowing your form. You’re holding a small tray of what looks like is a tea pot, two tea cups, and a small array of croissants and cheese. You look at him a bit startled, like you were caught doing something you shouldn’t have and Wriothesley stares at you as you shyly pad up to him to set the tray on the nightstand.

“Hey.” you breathe with a small smile, blinking up at him.

“Hi.” he says softly, it comes out much more….hopeful than he intended, like his words could reach out and pull you to him.

“I made breakfast for us with a few things I found around your quarters, I remembered you like two cubes of sugar -“ but before you can finish, a pair of burly arms are pulling you into a sturdy chest as Wriothesleys lip crash into yours. You gasp into his mouth when his coat falls from your shoulders and onto the floor, giving him an in to push his hands down under your ass to lift you into his arms. You moan at another kiss so sharp it pulls at your bottom lip, and in the next moment you’re squealing as he effortlessly tosses you onto the bed. Your head snaps to the tray of food on the nightstand a couple feet away and then back to the man who crawls over your body to smear kisses to your lips while his naked form meshes itself to you. You giggle when he descends to your neck and nips there, then breathing out a sigh as he rests his head against your shoulder. You tilt your head and run your nails through his scalp as he shudders over you.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were a little…upset by me not being in bed with you when you woke up? Am I your new favorite pillow?” you giggle with a kiss to his temple.

“If I said yes, would you stay?” Wriothesley looks up at you, and his eyes flash with something tender, something full of yearning, he cracks a small smile and you nod.

“I can stay as long as you want.” you murmur, letting him kiss you deeply again. He’ll hold off a little longer on telling you he wants you to stay forever, perhaps after breakfast.

when Ajax begins to stir from his sleep, he immediately throws his arm out to the side, intent on finding someone beside him beneath the blankets to pull closer during a chilly morning. But he’s met with…nothing. The endless of ocean of his gaze is hazy when they open to see his bed is not occupied by the other person who just was there mere hours ago.

You were gone.

His mind wanders to the way you were on top of him, the way you moved your hips as your head tipped back in ecstasy, it was one of many positions you were in with him. His stamina and your sheer need for him continued to urge you both to remain wrapped up in each other all night, until it seemed like the morning sun was going to greet you from how many times you let him bury himself in you.

He laughs bitterly when he stands up to gather his pants off the floor, pulling them up with a few fleeting thoughts of you. He really should move on from this as quickly as possible. But, once he pauses his movements his heart drops to his stomach. He fell for you, with an honest and open heart and a gentle hand that for once wasnt stained, it was soft on your face when you smiled and laughed and rolled your eyes as you said his name. You felt like a puzzle piece he didn’t realize he had been missing. He figures it’s for the best what with his line of work, you deserve better. Still, he had hoped somewhere within him that this could be the start of a new adventure.

He starts to make his way to the bathroom to hopefully get cleaned up and to head to his next assignment, what’s the point of staying another moment longer anyway - when his ears perk up suddenly at the sound of the shower being turned off. And within the next agonizing minute, the door opens and Ajax looks down at you all wet haired and wrapped in a fuzzy white towel, while steam from the bathroom rolls out around your bodies. You smile shyly at him as greeting.

“You’re…”

“All squeaky clean.” you finish with a light laugh, a few water droplets roll down your clavicle as you shift from one foot to the other. Ajax swallows at the sight. At the sudden relief that washes over him like a flood.

“Sorry if I woke you, just felt a little, um, sticky.” you laugh again bashfully as you try to walk your way around the tall redhead in front of you but an arm shoots out to grasp the doorframe and effectively pins you in your place.

“You’re still here.” Ajax grins, moving closer to you until your back is pressed against the doorframe under his hand and he hovers over you. You barely have time to respond before he’s leaning in for a kiss, and then another, and another that leaves your hands scrabbling to his bare chest as he presses closer. You laugh into his mouth when his kisses turn playful, dotting themselves across your face and down your dewy neck that’s still warm from your shower.

“Of course I’m still here. I wouldn’t dream of leaving.” you huff when his hands pull the towel from your body and he looks at you like perhaps you’re his goddess now. Ajax kisses you again as his heart warms at your soft moans and your fervent touches…and he determines that with you, he can maybe become whole again.

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NSFW!! 18+ ONLY !!

Wriothesley holding your hands while he sits you on his lap, cock buried into you to the hilt, making you whine with how full you are. Wriothesley telling you to take what you want, telling you, no, I can’t help you. Can’t you see how my hands are busy? And giving your palms a little squeeze for good measure. Wriothesley's head falling back and his eyes rolling when you whine and whimper his name as you jerkily try to bounce yourself on his lap, only able to rise to about halfway before your knees give in and gravity pulls you back down onto him.

Wriothesley who groans, deep and ragged in his throat when you sob, begging him to help, that you just can’t do it. That he's just too big.

“Too much, hm?” He asks voice little more than a rough whisper. His hands gently untangle from yours, tenderness so at odds with the thoughts in his mind— how he wants to see you crying from pleasure, how he wants to hear you sobbing his name and begging him to fill you up and keep you warm with his cum.

Scarred palms gently rest on your hips and, with ease, he lifts you up, up and up until only the fat head of him is left inside you— before he drags you back down, his hips rising to meet yours in a rough, deep thrust. He stretches you open, dragging a needy whine from your throat and making you see stars behind your eyelids. The stretch of him is immeasurable, filling you up to the brim and stuffing you with his cock so deep that you think that he's carved a little place out inside of you just for himself.

"Fuck, baby," he laughs softly as his tip goes as deep as he can, making you yelp when it brushes your innermost parts. Balls-deep in his lovely sweetheart, holding your trembling, whimpering form on his lap. He can't imagine anything better than this.

Wriothesley groans softly, burying his face in the back of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair. "You're so warm. So perfect," he murmurs the praise softly, and all you can do is hiccup his name in response. He bounces you on his cock again, pulling you off of it and then pushing you down once more, and he swears that the world narrows down to nothing else but you in that moment.

"Buckle up, sweetheart," Wriothesley says, voice low and ragged and rough— an unspoken promise of what's in store for you tonight. Hands tighten on your hips, and you can feel his grin as he presses a kiss to your hair. "You're gonna be in for a bumpy ride."

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the cosmos stretches far, and stars fill the sky.

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🎇 The Lunar New Year is arriving! 🎇

If you missed the chance to celebrate the New Year with Gojo Satoru, don’t worry, you’ve got another chance now! Fireworks won’t just be in the sky this year~ 🤭 Available now on itchio!

Summary:

It’s been six years since you were Gojo Satoru’s mentor, and the fire between you burns brighter than ever. When whispers from your clan about your inability to keep your hands off each other hit too close to home, you challenge Gojo to a bet — whoever gives in first before New Year’s Eve loses. But neither of you plays fair, and with the stakes high and temptation rising, resisting Gojo might be one of the hardest fights you’ve ever faced.

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Some more would be nice ;-;

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『 Virgin Gojo 』

☼ synopsis: Satoru Gojo was a goddamn virgin and you were hellbent on testing your little theory before taking his innocence.

☼ character: Satoru Gojo

☼ reader: female | AFAB

☼ wc: 3792

☼ cw: switch!Gojo, virginity loss, experienced reader, oral (reader giving), fingering, cum eating, creampie, overstimulation, aftercare

☼ notes: I gave this piece a little realism since not every first time is picture perfect and no one gets born a sex god.

Gojo had been chasing after you ever since the day he met you, trying to impress you with everything he could think of. But when his money or the stories he told didn't work, he slowly lost it, trying to make you jealous instead by telling you how many women he takes back to his dorm and how they all scream his name. “I bet they scream because he can't find the clit.” You laughed softly at Shoko’s remark after the white haired man told you about his latest fling.

“That's not true. She squirted all over my cock,” Gojo fired back with a pout on his face as he crossed his arms defensively, but the both of you had to stifle a laugh. He clearly was no gentleman since they don't kiss and tell, but the way he always went over the line with his stories, making sure they were all graphic and detailed, made it hard to believe for you. Why would he tell his crush all that? He followed you around like a lost puppy dog that was begging for just a crumb of your attention and the way he blushed when you teased him never went by unnoticed either. Gojo Satoru was a goddamn virgin and you were hellbent on testing your little theory.

Studying was quickly forgotten when you straddled his lap while he just tried to explain something about cursed energy to you, but you were far too busy with your own little plan to listen.

“Finally got to your senses?” He asked with a smug grin and shoved his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to look at you just above the dark-tinted glasses. His confidence was as fake as in his previous bedroom stories and it was so apparent by how tense he got when you rested your hands on his chest, his heart almost beating out of his ribcage. His pale skin formed goosebumps when you cupped his cheek ever so gently. “Perhaps I have... Fuck me, Satoru,” you whispered into his ear just before you pressed open-mouthed kisses to his neck and you could feel a shudder run down his spine.

His hands were on your ass in an instant, kneading the globes eagerly, but it screamed insecurity to you. Slender fingers were kneading your flesh when you started grinding your hips against him. A breathless moan escaped his soft lips upon the sensation and his grip on your ass was painful enough to leave bruises. To make things worse for him, you were mewling his name so pretty right into his ear, your words leaving him breathless as he helped you to move your hips, meeting every roll of yours with a little upward thrust. “Just like that, butterfly,” he moaned out. The sensation of your clothed cunt so close to his cock made him lose his mind entirely and he just wanted to be inside of you, have you as his first.

When your lips met his, Gojo moaned into your mouth, giving you the perfect opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth and he held your hips close against his, aimlessly humping into you, but you bit his lip. “If you cum in your pants right now, I won't even think about sucking you off,” you warned him and his hips almost stilled instantly. His face and ears dusted pink when you caught onto him. It was torture to him, edging himself like this, but perhaps you're not just teasing him and he won't ever pass up on the feeling of your lips wrapping around his cock. Not when this very image was what caused many sleepless nights where he coated his hand in his own cum more than once. A single hiss left his lips when you started to grind your hips into his again, your breath hot against his neck as you marked his skin up with purple marks. It would be a lie to say that it didn't affect you, knowing that you make him feel so good and that you have him in your palm like putty. His cock feels delicious, even through your clothes. You were almost embarrassed by how soaked your panties were from a little dry humping, but you didn't take pity on his state, not until he admitted he’s a virgin. “Fuck. Can't you just use your mouth already?” He asked through gritted teeth and you moved your kisses to his jawline. “And with that stamina, you made women scream? Impatient asshole,” you teased and his eyes fluttered shut. He knew that you knew it was all a lie, but he wasn't ready to fall into your trap. “It's different with you,” he tried defending himself when you slowly got up from his lap and it took everything in him not to bend you over and bury his aching dick in your cunt. “It's different because it's an actual pussy grinding against you and not just your own hand for once, hm?” You asked and unbuttoned his shirt painfully slowly. “Please use your mouth. I'll do everything you want,” Gojo whispered the last part, feeling foolish for being so desperate, but it made you giggle.

“My eager little virgin,” you cooed and sank to your knees as he bit his own lip at how degrading it sounded to him, his hand slowly traveling into your hair to caress you. “Or am I wrong?” You asked as you unbuttoned his pants without pulling them down yet, until he shook his head. “No, no, you're not,” he said softly, nudging his pants down along with his underwear since you were taking too long for him. You were met with the prettiest cock, already leaking with pre-cum from his soft pink tip. “And you want me to be your first?” You asked, giving him the chance to stop this, fingers raking over his thighs before you pressed a single kiss to each of them. "Yes,” he smiled down at you, not believing his wet dream was about to become reality and you nodded softly as your kisses trailed further up to his hipbones, an impatient whine escaping him. “May I?” You asked him sweetly and looked up to him, but he couldn't answer anymore, gently guiding your head towards his tip, which made you laugh at how eager he was to experience this.

Gojo almost squeaked when your soft lips kissed the leaking tip of his cock, pre-cum already running down his shaft in small beads, but you had enough of the teasing, just wanting him to enjoy his first time now. Ever so gently, you wrapped your lips around his aching length and your longe immediately began to swirl around it, smoothing down any vein and ridge as you slowly sunk your head further down. When you looked up at him through your lashes, he was already far gone. His face contorted in pure bliss before he let his head fall back and his hands traveled to your head. He didn't push you further down, but he needed to hold onto you, feeling like you're sucking his soul out through his dick. When you hollowed out your cheeks for the first time, “fuuuck-” his groan was drawn out and you decided to take him further down your throat. That cocky bastard was indeed very well endowed and with some more practice, he would make women scream.

You barely managed to take his entire length, feeling him so far down your throat, but his sinful moan when your nose brushed the neatly trimmed hair at the base was worth the effort. His hands grabbed your hair tighter with every bop of your head, but it only made you moan. Your soft moans sent vibrations down his cock and that was all it took. Stuttered moans fell from his lips when he held your head in place, not wanting to lose the warmth of your mouth around him as his cum shot down your throat. Normally you would pull back and curse him for shoving your head further down and making you take his cum, but you let him have it this time. The poor virgin's legs were shaking violently in the aftermath of his orgasm when he slowly pulled back, a dust of crimson creeping up his neck, but it was quickly replaced with a cocky smirk. “You're such a good girl,” he praised, acting like someone in some poorly written porn, which made your eyes roll. “Next time, you better ask if the person sucking wants to swallow your cum.” You scolded him, your angry glare set right onto his face, but his cock twitched from your words.

“Can we skip foreplay?” He asked sheepishly, dying to experience your cunt wrapped so tightly around his cock, but you only raised your brows and your face fell quickly when you realized it wasn't a joke. “No?!” You snapped, stating the obvious, before taking your shirt off. His eyes almost fell out of his skull when your shirt landed on the ground and his lips were on you in a fraction of a second while eager hands worked to open your bra. A surprised moan slipped out of you when he managed to open your bra on the second try already and you could feel the smirk against your lips. Gojo’s large hands covered your boobs immediately, kneading them eagerly and you let him discover your body the way he wanted to. His kisses slowly wandered down your neck, giving it the same treatment you gave him earlier, sucking small marks onto your skin while leaving open-mouthed kisses behind.

“You're so hot,” he breathed against your skin and you could feel how genuine he was. His cocky act was pushed aside. When his lips finally reached your chest, you were holding your breath, a single whimper slipping out when he wrapped his thin lips around one of your nipples while looking up at you to gauge your reaction. Upon seeing your eyes flutter shut and your hands burying themselves in his hair, he moaned content against your boobs, swiping his tongue over the pebbled nipple while his hand caressed the neglected breast until he switched sides.

He could do this forever, your boobs were so warm against him and the little noises you let out were all he ever needed - at least that's what he thought. "Toru, please... more,” you practically begged, certain that your panties would be drenched when he took them off, but Gojo didn't need to be told twice. Giving your boobs a kiss goodbye, his tongue trailed over your stomach to the hem of your pants. “May I?” He asked with a small smile on his face, repeating your own question from earlier to show that he learned from your scolding and asked for consent. A simple nod is all you could manage before slim fingers slowly pulled your pants down, leaving you behind in damp panties. Gojo might have been a virgin, but he held so much confidence if you let him just do his thing and it stole your words. “Let's lay down,” you suggested, feeling awkward since you were both still standing around at his desk, but Gojo agreed, gently picking you up to let you fall down on his messy bed, hovering halfway over you. He propped himself up on one arm while laying on his side, his other hand gently caressed your inner thighs, hoping you spread them further for him and you did. You didn't miss the gulp when his hand brushed against your soaked underwear, amazed by how wet you were for him - a little boost to his already far too big ego.

“Please,” you begged breathlessly, unsure what exactly you were begging for, but you yearned to feel his fingers play with your wet pussy. Of course, Gojo flashed you the cockiest smile when you were begging him so desperately, but he didn't want to wait much longer either, so he hooked his slender fingers into the waistband of your panties and peeled them off of you. To help him, you lifted your hips ever so slightly and once the piece of fabric dropped to the floor next to the bed, Gojo was hovering above you, one of his knees placed between your thighs.

He didn't want you to see how nervous he felt, so he kissed you as his hands explored your body once again, but his tongue stopped caressing yours when the tips of his fingers touched your wet folds for the first time. “So wet for me, baby,” he cooed, masking his little shocked reaction, but you simply pulled him closer by the back of his neck to connect your lips once again. Clumsy fingers explored your pussy, sliding through your slit to smear your juices around before gently rubbing your labia. You had to stifle a small laughter when Gojo confidently massaged your labia minora as if he tried to start a fire with the friction. Not wanting to ruin the moment by speaking up and possibly embarrassing him, you gently reached between your bodies to guide his hand to where it's supposed to be, rewarding him with a soft moan. He picked up right away and gently rubbed circles onto your exposed clit until your legs started to shake slightly. His cock was so achingly hard from touching you that he could barely contain himself, but your pleasure was important to him, important to his pride, so he swiftly sank two fingers into you. Your back arched off the mattress at the sudden intrusion and your hands reached for his biceps just to hold onto something.

Gojo gasped when you clenched around his fingers for the first time, feeling just how tight and warm your little cunt was and he started fantasizing about how it would feel around his virgin cock. Would he even last long enough? He started to wonder as the pads of his fingers curled into your pussy - something he's seen in porn. “Fuck- just like that!” You whined out desperately before moans fell from your lips alongside praises. The moment your walls started to flutter around you, Gojo spat onto your clit and let his thumb rub it just like his palm did earlier. You had no idea where he learned it and truth be told, you didn't want to know where he picked that up from, but it was all you needed to tumble over the edge. Your walls gripped tightly onto his fingers as you moaned out his name like a lewd prayer, Satoru’s heart beating faster when he watched you orgasm just from his fingers. Once you came down from your high, you held onto his wrist with desperation, needing him to stop because you started to crave being stretched open by his cock.

When Gojo pulled his long fingers out of your wet cunt, he moaned, your juices staining the bedsheets where you laid and dripping off his fingers. Without thinking about it, he pushed his fingers between his lips to let his tongue get a taste of your sweet nectar and it was enough to make his cock twitch. “You taste so fucking good, butterfly,” the man between your thighs praised in a moan and the lewd scene made your pussy clench around nothing. “I'll make sure you come on my tongue next time, yeah?” He asked cocky and you had to get him down from his arrogant behavior. “Who said there would be a next time?” You asked, sounding rather pissed and he shook his head with a small chuckle. “If you allow me, that is,” he added with a wink that made you roll your eyes. He was so fucking cocky, but you also wanted to see him buried between your thighs, his blue eyes looking up at you while his tongue laps at your core like it's his last meal. You needed to see him drunk on your perfect little cunt, but right now you were dying to have his cock inside of you.

A single glare was shot at the white-haired man before you pulled him on top of your body again, your legs wrapping around his waist and he let his cock slide against your folds for the first time. Gojo’s eyes fell shut as he hissed. Your cunt felt so good against him like this and all he wanted to do was push inside to make you cum around his cock just like you did around his fingers, but your question took him off guard. “You sure you want this?” You asked, making sure he was still fully on board with this, seeing how absent his eyes looked for a moment, but he only nodded, letting his cock rub against your core once again. “You just feel so fucking good, is all,” he admitted, prodding at your needy entrance with his tip. His grip on his cock was almost painful when he lined himself up like that, but he waited for a sign - anything really that let him know he could push in - and then he felt the heels of your feet digging into his firm ass cheeks, making him push in with just one thrust.

Both of you moaned out when his hips were flush against yours, his cock buried so deep inside your awaiting cunt and Gojo almost blacked out.

Your pussy felt even better around his dick than he imagined, but you were so tight it almost hurt to move. “We can stay like this for a moment,” you whispered reassuringly, not trusting your voice to be any louder since your breathing was already ragged. Satoru nodded and his head dropped into the crook of your neck, lazily kissing your sensitive skin while he took deep breaths. Both of you knew he wouldn't last longer than a few seconds if he moved right now and you allowed him to do this at his own pace, not making fun of him or teasing him for once. “You feel so good, Satoru,” you whined out, his cock driving you insane just by being nestled inside of you and just as you slowly started to lose it, Gojo pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back inside, over and over again. His thrusts were sloppy and clearly inexperienced, but the way his tip was hitting all the right spots so deep inside of you made you moan his name, a lewd string of praise and profanities falling from your lips until he stilled after just a few more thrusts. “So close- fuck, I'm gonna-” he warned and you helped him by meeting his thrusts, silently assuring him that you want him to cum inside of you.

“Oh fuck, butterfly,” his voice cracked when his hips humped yours, and his head dropped into the crook of your neck once again. His balls felt so heavy, tightening over and over again as his cock pumped you full of his release and you could swear that he's whimpering in your ear as he experienced his first orgasm inside of you and it felt so intense he had to pull out the second it was over.

He watched his cum flow out of your little hole and his first reaction was to stuff it back inside with his fingers, which caught you off guard. “Satoru, so good!” You whined loudly, still feeling so full with his cum inside of you, but the embarrassment and disappointment of not feeling you cum around his cock started to creep up on him. This was something he needed to feel, he felt like he might drop dead if he didn't have you wrapped around his length anymore, so he swiftly removed his fingers from your weeping cunt and lifted you onto his lap once he laid down.

The white-haired man's dick was still rock solid, his tip a deep shade of pink from all the stimulation, but his blue eyes connected with yours. “Please,” he begged and you sunk down on his overstimulated cock, almost feeling bad for him when he gritted his teeth as you sunk down. Your head immediately fell back at the way he filled you up now, the new angle letting him in so much deeper. His name felt heavenly on your tongue when you moaned it over and over, letting him hear how good he made you feel with his cock, but his ears were ringing from the overstimulation, yet he craved your tight cunt grinding and bouncing off his dick. In sheer desperation, he reached out to rub your clit, his thumb swiping over your little pearl as his other hand found its home on your ass, where he kneaded the flesh.

And there it was - the fluttering of your walls - a telltale sign of your orgasm rippling through your body, which made Gojo moan breathless. Your cunt sucked him deeper while clenching down like a vice as you almost screamed his name when the knot in your stomach finally snapped, your hips erratically humped his cock and your vision blurred. Satoru had to stop rubbing your clit, his hand now grabbing onto your other butt cheek as he pumped another load deep inside of you before you collapsed onto his chest, almost unmoving while his balls kept pumping more of his seed into you until his orgasm finally ceased.

Both of you laid there, panting and none of you wanted to move or say anything. Gojo simply wrapped his arms around your upper body, slender fingers caressing the skin of your back as you gently kissed his jawline with sweet, almost innocent kisses. Your heartbeat matched his, beating strongly at a fast pace, but you eventually forced yourself up a little bit to look at him. One of your hands cupped his cheek gently. “You okay?” You asked caring, wanting to know if he's satisfied, if his first time was what he imagined and Gojo nodded with a breathless chuckle. “I'm so fucking okay,” he said enthusiastically and his smile was a genuine one this time.

“Can we stay like this for a moment?” He asked immediately after, not wanting to let go of you just yet, but you nodded and rested your head back on his shoulder. "Hmm, for a moment, but we need to clean up eventually,” you mumbled into him before kissing his shoulder, and he nodded as he wrapped his arms around you again. “Perhaps we can take a shower together,” he mused, a grin dancing on his lips and you shook your head with a soft laugh before agreeing. Perhaps this was something you could get used to. Perhaps one day Gojo could call you his.

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[kazuberri]

Valentine's Day is getting closer and the café staff heard that Cupid will be visiting us on the day of lovers!

We would like to prepare everything for a warm welcome and have prepared a small event to celebrate love within our community! ❤️

We will open a little form where you can write a love letter or just some kind words for another member of the network. You can send as many letters to as many members as you'd like!

The letters will get delivered by Cupid on Valentine's Day and they will be anonymous so the receiver of the letter won't know who wrote it!

Rules:

♥️ The event starts January 24th and closes February 12th

♥️ You can write a love letter, some kind words about what you admire about them or even a little drabble for example (your creativity has no limits here)

♥️ Feel free to write as many letters as you'd like to as many members

♥️ You can submit multiple letters in one doc - just make sure to clearify who each of them go to!

♥️ On February 14th we will deliver the love letters via dm's to everyone.

♥️ This is a network exclusive event! You need to be a member of the @/pixelcafe-network in order to participate - the same counts for the person you write the letter to!

♥️ WRITE A LETTER ♥️

[kazuberri]

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠

What is Bouquets for fandom?

Bouquets for fandom is the place you can come to if you want to express love and gratitude towards your favorite blogs on here but aren't sure how to express your feelings.

How do I send a Bouquet?

You simply send an ask and tell me who to send flowers to!

You can leave a note as well if you would like to give them a letter along a little bouquet!

The delivery will happen without your name unless you would like the recipient to know - this wish needs to be stated explicitly then!

Why should I send virtual flowers?

Tumblr has become a very lonely place for many people in fandom and I would like to spread a little more love to let people know that their presence here is valued and that they are loved.

Who is behind this blog?

I am Luma, 24 years old and use she/her pronouns. I am a writer on tumblr, creator of dividers and run a network as well. You can find me on @benkeibear

[kazuberri]

Please read the rules before you follow!

❀ 𝓡𝓤𝓛𝓔𝓢 ❀

— 𝐁𝐘𝐅 + 𝐃𝐍𝐈

❥ This blog contains n.sfw + occasional sfw content. You must be 18+ to interact. Please have a age indicator in your bio or pinned post. Minors, ageless, and blank blogs will be blocked on sight.

❥ This blog both posts and supports dark content. Every post and reblog will be tagged accordingly. But if dark themes make you uncomfortable, please feel free to block the [tw. dark content] tag.

❥ Do not interact if you are racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, TERF, zionist, xenophobic, etc. You are a pedophile or support pedophilia. You support people who get money off of AI generated content. You can't separate fiction from reality. You are anti-dark content. You like to start drama or send hate.

❥ This blog will contain spoilers for the following media;

Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Zenless Zone Zero, Wuthering Waves, Resident Evil, Hazbin Hotel + more!

— 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 + 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗

❥ Please feel free to come by and say hello! My ask box is always open. I'm a little shy at first, but open to talking about anything and everything. Except politics.

❥ I love interactions, but please do not spam like my content. I do not wish to be shadowbanned. Also, please do not spam @ me. If it's a mistake let me know, because I will block you if not.

❥ If you wish to be mutuals, just follow me and send me an ask. I'm always open to more friends.

— 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓

❥ This is a character x reader blog. I do not write character x character or oc x character. I write female! reader for n.sfw and gn! reader for sfw.

❥ I'm not currently taking requests, but I'm always open for thirsts and suggestions! Please read my character list before making one.

❥ This is a multi fandom blog, so you will probably see me post what I feel like writing at the time. But I mainly write for Genshin Impact and Honkai Star Rail.

✗ I won't write:

noncon, incest, necrophilia, underaged characters or readers, foot fetish, bodily waste (scat/vomit/piss), pegging, fisting, male! reader, marking w/ blades, gun play, woundfucking, age play, vore.

✓ I will write:

dubcon, cnc, stepcest, yanderes, w/w content, somnophilia, breeding, voyeurism, bondage, threesomes, sex toys, exhibitonism, light degradation, light choking, dacryphilia, corruption, monsterfucking, etc.

*I will change my rules as needed.

©kazuberri 2024

[kazuberri]

— ☆ contents: dealing with dragon!form zhongli who possesses cat-like behaviours. human reader. dragon husband. sfw. fluff. established relationship. might be a little ooc. this is very unserious. 0.6k. | masterlist (i’m a dark content blog so mdni).

Dragon!Zhongli who acts much like an affectionate housecat despite his towering size and the magnitude of his status.

He, who is so comfortable around his human partner that he isn't afraid to bear his dragon form day-to-day, lest his cat-like behaviours (endearing as they are) go unnoticed.

Every time you run your fingers through the silk of his dark locks or scratch at the base of his horns, that's when it starts. A deep, soothing vibration beneath his scaled chest. The low rumble is almost hypnotic as his amber eyes drift closed, lulling him (and yourself) into a state of ease. If you remain watchful, you'll catch the corners of his lips curl ever-so-slightly upwards.

You can’t help but giggle because you know it’s not quite purring, but it might as well be.

Dragon!Zhongli whose tail is as much part of his personality as his deep voice and eloquent spiels. First and foremost, that thing is unapologetically heavy. When he’s in a good mood, it swishes around lazily, thumping against the furniture or brushing against your legs as he walks by.

Once it knocked over an entire stack of books and while you were busy laughing, he just sighed and said, “An unfortunate accident.” But if he’s feeling especially affectionate? Even worse. That's when you really have to watch out. It possessively curls around you and suddenly you’re dealing with the weight of a solid tail pulling you closer to him. You’ve almost toppled over a few times because of it.

“Careful, Zhongli,” you’ll tell him. “You might end up sweeping me off my feet.” Then he chuckles at you, tail tightening around your waist just a smidge.

That’s the idea, of course.

Dragon!Zhongli who feigns annoyance every time you act on your favourite habit: lifting his lips to inspect his fangs.

They’re a far cry from the tiny, delicate teeth of a cat, which is the only other creature you’ve subjected to this odd little inspection but that makes them even more fascinating.

"Must you do this every time?" he asks, lips pulling back just enough for you to admire them. They were sharp, pristine, and unsettlingly perfect. Enough to crack a bone with a single snap of his jaw but it was the same mouth he kissed you with. You never got used it.

"I'm lucky you’ve never nicked me with these," you’ll tease, brushing your finger along the largest fang.

Zhongli's responses are always the same: a long exhale as if you've just asked him to recite every contract he's ever known (which he could btw), followed by, “You’re enamoured with the oddest things.” But he lets you do it anyway. His words begin lose a bit of their weight when his tail slowly starts swaying behind him, exposing that he’s enjoying it more than he lets on.

And no one will ever believe you when you tell them how he is when he's feeling playful. It's a rarity but he'll nudge you gently with his horns as a display of affection and if you don't respond right away, he'll flick his tail at you. Not hard but enough for you to look his way.

Pay attention to me, it seems to say.

It’s mischievous, even if for a moment. Then you’ll catch a glint in his eye while he pretends to be all composed, but truly, he finds it amusing how he easily this form could be used as a weapon against you when he warrants his own needs.

The mighty dragon, who can command the earth itself, is stripped of his grandeur when you're around, replaced by a creature who wants nothing more than to be with you in the simplest way. And if you mention it, he’ll give you that look of half exasperation and half fondness before pulling you closer and acting like it’s purely your fault he’s such a softie with you.

a/n: if it wasn’t obvious already, i am a cat person (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

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