scaredpigeons

[scaredpigeons]

⭒ 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑹𝑼𝑷𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑹 𝑾𝑬𝑻 𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴, minors do not interact

fem reader x wriothesley, alhaitham, diluc, neuvillette + childe ( seperate ) ; accidental dry humping. wet dreams. petnames; my love, my dear. teasing. male oral receiving. exhibitionism hint. lingerie in neuvi’s. you’re cleaning childe’s wounds - he falls asleep after a mission. ₊ 𓂃 masterlist.

⭒ WRIOTHESLEY

you’re like silk beneath wriothesley as he fucks you, fingers twitching around the back of your neck as he pulls you into kiss him, and it makes the room feels like it spins when it’s accompanied by the tight hug of your cunt around the length of him.

he rewards the squeeze with another deep kiss of his cock along your sensitive nerves, abdomen twitching as his other large hand pulls you back into his thrusts and every connection of his hips with yours is loud and clapping as your nails squeeze at his biceps for air between kisses. he finally decides to pull away to let you breath at that, albeit begrudgingly - giving you a tilted look and a flash of amusement through his lidded gaze when you gasp out a stuttered little it’s so good! with your next breath.

“oh yeah? someone seems to be enjoying themselves.” wriothesley’s lips tilt to tease you but there’s something so beautifully enticing about the way your eyes flutter to look up at him.

“you gonna tell me what you want, hm? or am i gonna have to make you tell me?” it’s obvious, he can tell by that sweet little saccharine look you’re giving him that you want to cum but he thinks it’s so much more rewarding when you tell him that yourself, when you struggle to between rough smacks of his hips and deep presses of his thick cock.

but he wants to hear you say it, so he deliberately slows his pace to a languid grind as he looms over you - eyes lidded as he presses you hard beneath him and despite the slower pace, the power remains as he holds you steady. “you gonna keep me waiting? i’m not sure you can handle that.” your lips part prettily at his words, pouty and swollen from his kisses and wriothesley licks his own as he huffs out a laugh, cut off by a deep groan when you squeeze him again but he listens intently.

his fingers squeeze around you to encourage your sweet voice as tears gather along your lashes,

“wake up, wriothesley.” you gasp and he can’t help his confusion at your words,

“huh?” his head tilts down at you, the back and forth of his hips stuttering because you’re still squeezing down around him but with his next deep thrust, your toes curl and your voice is steady as you look up at him this time.

“wrio, wake up!”

wriothesley jolts from where he’s resting back on the couch in his office, almost bumping into where you’re resting over the top of him as your palm shakes at his chest. his gaze is still bleary with sleep as he wakes but he can still make out the amused smile on your lips as you giggle at the sight of him so mused from his impromptu nap.

“really? sleeping on the job? i thought the duke was better than that.” you pout cutely and oh he feels the look in his cock when it’s accompanied by the press of your fingertips still against his chest. he wants to hold you there, to press you against him - to recreate every lewd position he’s been dreaming of in real time.

but for now, he laughs as his hand rests on top of your own,

“oh, not at all - i was just resting my eyes after running a few numbers.” the growl of wriothesley’s voice is still thick with sleep as he responds, and the sound only seems to lure you even closer as you give him a sultry look from beneath your lashes.

“really? but it seemed like you were dreaming about something nice.” your brows wiggle at him and he knows it’s more than obvious given the cold sweat and the quick rise and fall of his chest.. although he’s sure the heavy, noticeable bulge in his slacks isn’t doing him any favours either. you push yourself up a moment later; to walk to the other end of the room, to make him a tea no doubt but despite how much he wants one, there’s something he wants a little more right now as he tugs at your hips to pull you back.

it takes little of wriothesley’s strength for him to hook himself around you before you can leave, using just enough until you’re losing balance and finding refuge over the top of his body instead as you stumble into straddling his lap. just the perfect positioning for you to feel how perfectly timed your visit was..

“really?” you giggle, playfully as you pat at the duke beneath you’s chest but the sound doesn’t seem to last long when his palms find their way to your hips, squeezing before he’s taking a languid handful of your ass a moment later to chuckle.

“oh yeah, i was actually having this really lovely dream.” wriothesley’s voice responds, words long and low and you feel the next look he gives you in your gut when his next movement is to drag you along the hard bulge of his cock, grinding up into you as you both rest on the comfortable couch in his office. you try hard to muffle the sweet sounds given the environment, but you can’t help how warm you feel already as he rubs you through the fabric of your panties.

“i thought you were just resting your eyes.” he chuckles at that, deliberately slowing down his movements a moment later until your hips are taking a desperate pace themselves; one that he has no trouble suppressing when his hands squeeze you again, holding you still and spread along the quickly dampening fabric of his uniform as he sighs contently up at you.

you’d assume he was unbothered if you couldn’t feel him already throbbing against your clothed cunt,

“well, it seems i ended up lost in thought.” he smirks, shrugging beneath you as his fingertips tease beneath the hem of your shirt. “you want me to tell you about it? oh, i could go into great detail - but you gotta ask nicely first.”

⭒ ALHAITHAM

“it feels so good.. i- i cant! it’s too much.”

your pretty lips curl into an ‘o’ with every wet connection of alhaitham’s hips with yours, and he’s staring down at you, watching so intently as you cream around his cock for the nth time.

you sound heavily, albeit embarrassed and already fucked out, pretty little punched out gasps of his name as his body claps with yours and you’re making such a mess of him. its so cute the way you’re trying to hide behind your palms, kicking your feet out from underneath you whenever his eyes leave yours to watch the way his cock presses deep into the plush press of your walls - so adorable as you try to hide yourself from him despite the way he’s got you spread so lewdly.

“what? you’re embarrassed now of all times?” alhaitham’s words lilt teasingly as his gaze cuts through you and he feels the way his tone makes you squeeze around him, making him scoff. “it’s nothing you haven’t shown me before.”

you whine at his words but oh, he’s so close already - your pretty pussy is fanning the flames of his orgasm with every one of your own he’s dragged out from you. his teeth grit as he groans and he begins a pace that’s a little faster, rougher when he feels you shake beneath him - wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you pull him even closer, chest to chest.

alhaitham hisses with the next saccharine squeeze of your cunt around him, letting his eyes trace between you as he watches the ring of cream that gathers around the rim of his cock - catching on the hairs at his pelvis with every clapping withdrawal and his hands almost curl fists into your side.

he can’t help but feel a little smug, keeping you pinned to the mattress beneath you both as your lips part once more and your head presses back into the cushions.

you’re about to give him another one, aren’t you?

“alhaitham? what’re you doing?” he’s sweating hard when your words suddenly call him out of sleep and he’s awoken to the press of your back against his bare chest. you’re giving him a tilted, drowsy look over your shoulder and his hands squeeze into you unbearably tight.

it’s embarrassing really, humiliating as alhaitham realises the situation he’s in because he can feel the arousal that’s slick along his cock, straining and leaking against his pyjamas pants and what’s worse is he’s pressed against you - who knows how long he’s been grinding into you like an animal in heat.

he feels embarrassed that his insatiable need was what woke you up in the first place as he tries to peel himself away from you ever so slightly, letting his hands rest on your hips in a more casual hold instead of the vibe grip he had you in a moment ago. he could always slip away to the bathroom as a means to let you sleep if he has to… this was quite unlike him.

“enough gawking,” he begins, a little sharper than he intends so he makes sure to soften his next words, making sure he’s not taking his own humiliation out on you as he sighs. “just.. just try to go back to sleep for a while.”

you’re well aware he was dreaming, it was obvious in the way your usual calm and collected boyfriend seems to have let his want get the best of him for once. although alhaitham will never admit it, you can basically feel the embarrassment radiating off of him in waves as his hand moves to smooth softly along the length of your arm, like a wordless apology in the hopes it’ll soothe you enough to have you asleep again to forget all about it.

“do you think you can?” your eyes glint as you tease him, trying to bring a little lightheartedness to the situation as the man behind you clicks his tongue.

“why wouldn’t i? its still a bit early for me.” not only was the sizeable bulge in his pants a dead give away, but you think the fact he’s deliberately trying not to press his hips into yours again because of that very fact is also telling that alhaitham probably isn’t going to get back to sleep until he deals with his problem.

so you decide to do him a favour, deliberately inching yourself back into him again to grind against his still hard cock, and you feel his fingers twitch tightly into your skin as you do. “just incase you wanted some help.” your suggestion is followed by another subtle grind of your hips, pretending you’re just trying to get comfy but you feel him stiffen behind you as you do.. you feel him throb too.

alhaitham almost stutters on his next exhale before he clears his throat to speak, lips pressing against the back of your shoulder as he sighs,

“i guess that idea wouldn’t be too troublesome.. although you doing it alone may be too much of a hassle.” he’s trying to sound like it isn’t that big of a deal but when you reach back to wrap your fingers around the length of his clothed cock, giving him a soft stroke of your palm - it’s almost instinctive the way his hips twitch into the touch and you giggle.

“i can stop if you’d prefer?” you look back to bat your lashes at him, and for the first time since this exchange started, his gaze lifts to meet yours - it’s lidded and dark and it makes you almost tremble as you press yourself back into his chest.

“i was more referring to would you like me to lend you a hand, or could you not tell that was an excuse?” alhaitham quips as you continue to palm at his clothed cock, breathing heavy until he decides he’s finally had enough and it’s quick the way he’s suddenly pulling away to roll you onto your back so he can press over you instead.

the position is familiar to the one he’d just seen you in not too long ago, but he doesn’t think anything will ever compare to the real deal as he watches you quickly push down the hem of your panties. he scoffs at your eagerness, although he can already feel the flames of his orgasm begin to spark again when you give him that pretty, pleading look - spreading your thighs to welcome him into the intimate skin as you reach to help him with his waistband next.

“don’t rush now, take it slowly.”

⭒ DILUC

“i need you, please fill me—ah! fill me up..” you can barely breathe with how deep it feels like diluc reaches, the blunt head of his cock effortlessly pressing up against your sensitive spots, making your hips twist beneath him as he fucks you into the mattress. his hands squeeze at your hips and his next breath is accompanied by a kiss that he so eagerly smears against your cheek as he turns to look at you.. no, to admire you.

he loves you like this - fingers in his hair to pull, forcing him closer as you scratch at his scalp and it only makes his efforts all the more worthwhile as he hisses through his teeth with your next tug at his roots.

“i know, i’ll take care of you.. i always do after all.” the pace of diluc’s thrusts grow faster with his words, like he’s fulfilling his promise as his grip on your skin turns bruising. the weight of his muscled body presses up close to your own, snug and warm as his cock twitches inside of the needy swell of your cunt and he feels like he can barely breathe with how tight it feels like you’re squeezing him.

“i’m.. you’re gonna make me cum, my love. you’ll be good and take all of it, won’t you?” he gasps before he moans, but he doesn’t hold back, not when you’re panting and gasping with each shockwave of bliss below him. your fingers only tug tighter in his hair as you brush them through the vermillion roots, and he takes a pace that makes your body jolt from beneath him as he feels his orgasm throb in his core, then his cock next as he nears his blissful end..

you’re almost there too, he can feel it.

the vibration of his groans echo somewhere deep in his chest as his cock thickens inside of your soaked cunt and you respond only with a choked little cry of your own as diluc squeezes his eyes closed.

“you’re burning up, do you feel sick?” your voice is soft, gentle and unwavering when you call him from his sleep and it makes him take a quick inhale as he wakes against your chest abruptly. your fingers are still in his hair, but it’s different now, soft pets and scratches - the very circumstances that had him dozing off against you to begin with after a particularly long shift at the tavern.

if diluc wasn’t burning up before, he certainty is now as he realises the circumstances of his position - he’s still sweating hard from his lewd dream, one that starred you and him ofcourse. but he almost feels shameful that he’d dreamed of you in such a sinful position given how you’re simply showing him a little affection.

he wonders if you can feel the heavy weight of his cock where it’s resting against your thigh, he clears his throat in the hopes to distract you regardless, “it’s.. it’s nothing to worry about, my dear.”

he takes another inhale but his heart is racing in his chest - he knows you’re observant and even if you weren’t.. the flush on his cheeks will be sure to give him away, “it was just.. something on my mind is all.” diluc swallows, before pressing you into him a little tighter and you hum like you’re listening before giving his scalp another innocent scratch with your nails.

the sensation makes him throb as he tries to swallow down a choked groan.

“do you wanna talk about it.” you ask, kindly as you always are and archons - if this wasn’t already difficult enough, that sweet little tone you use only seems to make him burn even hotter.

“it’s quite complicated.” diluc makes the mistake of looking up at you as he answers, to see the pretty expression your face takes as your lips part to quiz him and that’s his weakness.. you’re his weakness as he winds up pushing himself to kneel over you. your fingers leave his hair as he does and he wants nothing more than to feel them there again.. under different, although familiar circumstances.

his voice takes a lower drawl with his next statement. “although, if it’s not too much trouble, i could show you.” you don’t say anything back at first but you let him move you, so easily given his strength as he pulls you beneath him from where you rest on his bed already and your lips twitch into a smile when you blink up at him.

“well, would that make you feel better?” teasing, warm - you’re beautiful as you let your arms reach to rest around his shoulders and diluc’s exhale is almost ragged and hungry when he feels the way your fingers brush through his hair again. he can barely wait to have you completely as he grinds his hips down into you, pressing his weight against you as his hard cock throbs between your spread thighs.

you gasp and he groans, trembling with anticipation as his fingers twitch into your sides.

“oh yes, my love - it would indeed.”

⭒ NEUVILLETTE

you’re beautiful.. breathtaking, neuvillette thinks as he watches you - taking careful, pretty steps around the floor of his office as you dress in only the finest lingerie, like you’re draped in pears, like something from a dream as he breathes ragged.

he’s not even given a second thought to the fact you’re both in his place of work, that anyone could walk in right about now with how busy his duties have him but he doesn’t care, to be quite honest - he hasn’t even thought about it because you’re looking at him and he feels like he can barely breathe.

“do you like it?” you drawl, sultry as your lips wrap around each syllable and neuvillette feels his breathing hitch as you push closer, he feels every step in the depths of his abdomen as lust and pleasure tremble beneath it. he swallows loud before he answers, although his gaze is lidded, almost hungry when you come close enough for him to reach out to touch you as you stand before him.

“i find it.. um, yes i find it to be quite beautiful.” his fingers squeeze into the back of your thighs as he urges you closer, letting you stand between his spread thighs as he sits back on his seat at his desk and he exhales, although the breath trembles with your touch as you press into him.

neuvillette’s eyes blink up at you and you smile, reaching down to take his hand in your own before you’re tracing it along the hem of your panties - whimpering when you feel his touch curl into the skin, hooking under the pretty lace and you keen beautifully. his breathing is unsettled, although his touch is eager as you urge him to press beneath the fabric and he does so with such tenderness before he stops just short of your folds.

“are you ready?” he can basically feel the heat from between your thighs as you ask, like a fountain that he’s more than eager to drink from and he leans in to let his lips ghost the skin of your abdomen before he answers.

“yes.” neuvillette stutters, until suddenly he’s jolted awake by the sharp knocks on his office door and his answers seems to echo out loud as he wakes.

he realises with his next blink that he’s currently hunched slightly over his desk - alone and now suddenly aroused as he tries to quickly pull himself together and catch his breath. he only has a few seconds before he’s greeted by whoever is just about to push into his office, given his accidental acknowledgment.

they weren’t exactly the intended recipient for the words.. or so he thought.

to his surprise, and his pleasure, it’s you who he sees a beat later as you pout at him. “i’ve been knocking for like five minutes, are you okay?” and still, you’re beautiful, much like you always are as you push into his office - you’re not dressed in the lingerie you were wearing a moment ago but it doesn’t take away from the sight of you at all as he feels his cock throb in his slacks.

“m-my apologies.. it seems i got wrapped up in my work.” neuvillette stammers although hes unaware of the flush of his cheeks and the breathlessness of his usual unwavering tone. you, on the other hand, are as you push yourself closer - out of suspiciousness if not anything else, but he can’t seem to look away from you when it resembles the same path you were walking in his dream.

just like before, you only stop when you’re close enough to almost stand between his spread thighs, although it still gives you a close enough view to truly take in the mess of the iudex as he rests in his seat.

the bulge in neuvillette’s slacks is obvious as he looks at you from beneath his lashes but there’s something hungry.. wild in his gaze as his fingers twitch into the sides of his seat, like he’s holding back as you blink down at him.

“you’re so tense.” your words curl, softly as you take him in - flushed cheeks, gentle pants and he only seems to burn even warmer when you let your fingers reach out to graze up the trail of his shoulders. “i can help you relax if you like?”

you’re teasing, but neuvillette doesn’t waste another second before his hands are on you, albeit taking his time as he explores your body, completely entranced by the press of your beneath his palms as he pulls you into close the distance.

he has no intention of letting this opportunity slip from between his fingers again as he touches you, languid squeezes of his palms travelling from your thighs to your waist to your breasts and he lifts up your shirt gently to let his lips trail along your abdomen as he breathes deep.

“please.. forgive my brashness, i just find your company to be.. quite pleasing.”

⭒ CHILDE

“well this is most unexpected.” childe groans from where he’s resting back in your sheets, lidded gaze narrowing on yours as you blink up at him from where you’re pressing wet, suckled kisses up the sides of his cock. every breath you take is warm, breathed along the sensitive glands and it makes his toes curl as you wrap him in your fingers to squeeze.

“you’ve been working a lot.” your voice comes out slightly choked, like you’re yearning is showing as you give the length of him a few slow, gentle pumps with your fist and it makes the harbinger beneath you shudder before his hips twitch up to follow the friction.

your tongue lolls out from between your lips and it’s slow, the way you trail it along his tip, smearing spit over him to ease every twist of your wrist as childe sucks his lower lip between his teeth to groan.

“hah, so you couldn’t wait to get your hands on me? well, i could get used to this.” he tilts his head down at you, teasing but you only reply by letting him press his cock between your lips as you sink down on him.

you let him guide your head down, fucking into your mouth slowly as he presses back into the plush mattress beneath him - surrounded completely by your scent and you feel his cock twitch on your tongue when your throat closes around him. “i believe this means you missed me?” he breathes, much prettier than before.

your eyes flutter as you look up at childe, and you give the base of his cock a squeeze as you swallow around him, wet spit trailing down your chin with each swirl of his hips - earning a whimper from your smirking lover as he watches you through where his auburn hair has fallen over his face.

another swallow and you choke slightly before pulling back off of him, blinking away your tears and just the sight of those pretty crystalline drops gathering at your lashes makes him twitch, throb against your palm as he shivers beneath you.

“how does it feel?” you ask again, whispery and choked off as your throat aches and childe’s chest bounces as he chuckles, before he’s guiding you back to stretch your lips around him again.

“ajax? wake up! how does it feel?” his first inhale is sharp as he wakes from where he’s passed out on your bed. he’d just come home from a long winded mission and felt the best place to go to get some rest was to your home - not realising that he was about to have you worried sick when he all but collapsed onto your bed as soon as he arrived.

“huh?” childe groans, still a little disorientated and drowsy from his lewd dream of you but he comes to recognise his surroundings quickly - especially when you’re looking down at him.

you sigh as you press a warm cloth along the small scratches on his cheeks, exhaling a breath as you rest on the side of the bed next to him. “thank goodness, i thought you were dead.” you laugh, although you don’t seem to find the situation very funny at all - he picks up on that, as he begins to push himself to sit up a little straighter to reach for you.

“be careful, your wounds will reopen.” you try to push him flat again but it’s no use when it only seems to close the distance between the two of you.

childe remembers now; the way you’d rushed him to bed as soon as he’d returned to you, the look on your face, the way being surrounded by your scent had made his body take the rest it so required now that he was home.

the sight of you so worried for him, pressing into his palms when they cup your cheeks and wiping his wounds makes him even warmer than he was before he woke up. it makes him want you even more as he sends you a tilted grin, it’s an almost smug look - although despite his roughed up image, it seems to make you relax as he begins to guide you closer.

“oh, it’s gonna take a lot more than that.” childe grins as he raises a brow at you, feeling the bed dip beneath him as he pulls you close enough to have you straddle his lap. but still, although you let him, you’re careful enough not to press too much of your weight on him given his circumstances right now.

“ajax! be careful.” you scoff, but he’s stronger than you when he pulls down your hips to lean against his own - snug and tight, and close enough for you to feel the other difficult circumstance that he’s dealing with right now as his hard cock presses between your clothed folds.

childe sends you a pout, one that’s teasing although unfairly handsome as he looks up at you and it makes you click your teeth,

“and here i thought you missed me.” he goads and unfortunately you bite.

“i did!” he hums at that, like it’s exactly the answer he wanted to hear as his hands squeeze into your sides and he grinds you along the length of him. like he’s asking you to prove it.

“well then, id be more than eager to let you to show me.” childe’s teeth glint as he speaks - the abyss of blue in his eyes is darker now, lidded and you can feel the way his cock is begging for the sexual freedom. you can’t say no to him, not when he’s in this state and he knows that - won’t you make him feel better?

he smirks when he feels you go lax above him, easing into his movements until you’re meeting his pace with your hips and he growls with his next breath as you rub your clothed cunt along his cock.

“and dont worry about going easy on me.”

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pornstar!satoru and pornstar!suguru managing to talk you into letting them both fuck you at the same time on film—a double penetration scene.

apparently, after a few... lewd images of the three of you together were leaked by a blue-eyed attention whore who swears he didn't mean to edit, upload and caption them before posting them on his main twitter, your combined audiences have started begging for video content of the three of you. and what better than a filthy threesome to spark the flame of your three-way-affairs?

it's how you end up riding suguru, feeling his cock so deep inside of you that you swear he's in your stomach. your hands find purchase on his muscled pecs as you ride him to the brink of orgasm; sweat coats your skin, his too, and as it is with suguru, your moans aren't played up for the sake of porn: they're raw and real and so loud as he encourages your sounds with a finger circling over your clit.

those at home watching the pair of you, only one hand free as they stroke or finger or rub themselves in time with each thrust of Suguru's hips up into you, are all met with the sight of satoru walking into frame. cock hard and big and at attention as he climbs onto the bed behind you and takes a few moments to kiss at your neck, reach around and play with your bouncing tits.

how he teases you with his words, whispers them into you ear with full knowledge that the cameras microphone wont pick up on his words. there's no production crew this time around, no directors forcing a position or calling for breaks and ruining the building tension in your already coiled stomach.

"gonna fuck this pretty ass so deep, see if i can feel sugu through you hm? you want that?"

and his word already have you on edge, all you think you can manage is a moan of approval and the slightest nod of your head, but satoru grabs your chin and guides your gaze to the camera. "say you want it, say you want me."

"i—fuck—i want you, toru. want you to fuck my ass while i ride suguru."

the domesticity, the sweet nicknames you wouldn't have said on film if you were half as aware of the world around you—it's a lot for poor satoru to handle, what with how hard his cock is, how it's already leaking so much precum onto the sheets beneath you. he can barely still your hips for long enough to work himself into your ass, and the stretch of him is enough to push you forward and on top of suguru.

you're given a moment to adjust, a full minute of stillness to catch your breath and acclimate to the overwhelming fullness you feel—the weird way you feel whole, and the inevitable loss you'll feel once this is over. the moment is also given to stop the poor boys from cumming all too quickly. suguru can feel satoru pulsing inside of you, and satoru swears he can feel suguru's cock twitch. you squeeze around the both of them, test their resolve with a simple roll of the hips, and then choke on your spit when they both start thrusting in tandem with each other. hard and fast and mean and all at once.

it's blinding, the pleasure you feel all of a sudden.

suguru is strong and domineering with his hands on your hips and his cock nestled deep in your pussy—he thrusts his hips up, matches satoru's unkind pace in such a way you're sure you'll be unable to walk the next way. gorgeous praise slips from his lips as you hold eye contact with him—you're surely a mess, fucked stupid by two men at once.

satoru is eager and manic in the way he takes your ass. his hands perched on suguru's thighs as he ruts into you over and over in chase of a climax he knows is going to be unearthly. he'd praise you if he could, but all that spills from his mouth are incoherent babbles of pleasure that would make anyone listening think that he's the one being impaled on his almost too-large cock.

they work so well together—your pleasure seems to be the one thing they consistently agree on. you don't even have the mind to worry about the video length with how fast you're reaching orgasm, dragging the boys with you as you shake between them, wracked with pleasure so overwhelming you're nearly in tears.

it's a clip that gets shared on every porn site and blog known to man. of you, a fucked out mess between two lust-struck men each cumming inside of you at the exact same time your own orgasm crests.

the clenching of suguru's stomach as he bucks up into you, natural instincts rolling his cock as deep as possible as he empties his balls inside of you.

the way satoru tilits his head back, jaw tight and hair a mess as he forgets how to breathe when he paints the inside of your ass with his cum.

and you, impaled on both cocks at the same time, overstimulated and shaking with the remnants of the strongest orgasm you've had in a long time, and still rolling your hips in hopes of more. another round or three, as long as you stay this full.

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[scaredpigeons]

appetite.

von lycaon x fem reader von lycaon is thoroughly dedicated when it comes to serving his lady. warning(s): nsfw, edging, squirting, slightly possessive von lycaon minors do not interact.

“my lady…,” a deep voice rumbles from between your legs, and a strong force pushes on each of your thighs to keep them from snapping shut, “you’ll make my job very difficult if you don’t cooperate with me.”

if you had even half of your mind still with you, you might have done something about everything happening to you. but there’s only so much of your sanity you can cling to, especially when there’s a handsome wolf on his knees in front of you. his tongue laps greedily at your exposed cunt, the rough texture making your legs tremble uncontrollably as he spreads his love all across your drooling slit and up to your throbbing clit. 

“‘m sorry-!” you choke out, your blown out mind scrambling to form some kind of half-baked apology. “it’s too good- so intense…”

you can see him barely bite back a well-deserved smile of satisfaction at your breathless praise, and his eyebrow quirks slightly. he hums, not bothering to give you a proper response, before his paws are clutching at the meat of your thighs again. you barely stuff down a deep breath through your mouth before he’s making out with your pussy again. your fingers curl helplessly around the table’s edge that von lycaon has you perched on, wrapped completely around his finger as he eats you out like you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

you might as well be. he might be well-trained and a gentleman, but he’s still a wolf with an appetite for pretty things like you. and you look like you're having the time of your life too—your eyes are glossy with hazy pleasure, and your body’s already threatening to fall apart at the seams. it’s a job well done for von lycaon, and he likes it. he likes knowing how easily he’s getting you to crumble under his touch and just from his tongue too.

he breathes deeply against your cunt, and a moan gurgles from the back of your throat as he circles your hole. the tip of his tongue presses into you, breaking past the tight ring of muscle. your juices spread against the inside of his mouth, filling his senses with nothing but you. had he been any sloppier of a man, just your scent might have been enough to overwhelm him, but the need to pleasure you and do his duty as he should takes priority in his mind.

he thrusts his tongue slowly into you, making sure to drag the rough texture of the broad of it against your fluttering walls. you throw your head back as your walls clamp down on him, your insides twitching against the intrusion. heat shoots through you like a bullet, and it gnaws on every part of you from inside out. von lycaon has your body playing in the palm of his hand like a puppet, and you’re left at his mercy as he keeps you spread out for his perusal.

he swirls his tongue inside of you, pumping the muscle in and out, expertly imitating the motions of penetrative sex. he’s already reaching so deep inside of you, completely dominating your inner walls. it feels so good, and it’s so hot; your mind feels so hazy and cloudy as you try to make heads or tails of all the sensations flooding through you. hot flashes press against your stomach, your climax threatening to mount every part of you. 

“von lycaon!” you mewl out, toes curling as he repeatedly fucks his tongue into you. the wet sounds of him going down on you reverberate against your ears, and your gut coils in on itself. “ohhhhhhh fuck- fuck, you’re so deep inside me… fuck, fuck, you’re gonna make me cum…!”

you shudder when he yanks his tongue out of you in one fell swoop, only to swirl it around your clit provocatively. despite how gentle and sympathetic he is in his mannerisms, the way he touches you is almost like he’s trying to tease you, like he finds some kind of twisted satisfaction in seeing the way you respond to him. he’s awfully perceptive, and his eyes narrow slightly as he looks up at you.

“such profanities…,” he breathes. your breathing stalls when his tongue laps at his lips. strands of your arousal coat his snout, and you can see his throat visibly bob as he swallows your wetness down. he hums again, the sound akin to that of a happy purr. “and in your sweet voice too. you’ll break my heart, my lady.”

his voice is hushed, deep, and it makes your stomach lurch with need. “‘m sorry- please, i can’t think… felt so good inside me, your tongue felt good inside me.”

“ah?” he nears you again. “would you mind indulging me for a second then? which do you prefer? when i do this-?”

-he leans close to your pussy, and you moan out his name as his tongue delves inside of you again. his tongue swirls around your insides, and he toys with your arousal. you’re practically leaking on his tongue, struggling against his tight grip on your thighs as you desperately buck your hips into his mouth. he’s stretching you out on his tongue again, fucking deep into you and leaving you breathless and crying out. 

just when you’re starting to get used to having him buried inside of you again, he pulls away from you with an affectionately wolf-like smile on his handsome face. “-or when i do this?”

you blink up numbly at him before he latches onto your clit. you grit your teeth together, clenching your jaw as he flicks the tip of his tongue over your swollen nub. he keeps attacking your clit without a moment for you to regain your stream of consciousness, plunging you relentlessly into another cycle of heat and electricity clawing at your skin. your senses are working overtime to keep up with the way he stimulates your clit. his sharp teeth ghosts over your engorged bud, only to soothe it over with a sticky kiss and pressing it fully against the broad of his tongue.

there’s a second pulse building dangerously inside of your gut, the tightness welling up and feeling as if it’s going to suffocate you from the inside out. you’re really not going to last too long with him teasing you like this, alternating his technique as if he isn’t doing this just to watch you fall apart on his long tongue. he’s so attentive, so keen and sharp-witted, and everything he does is to ensure nothing but the utmost pleasure to you.

“i-i don’t know-,” you slur out, your brain hazing over. he hums against your cunt, alternating quickly between showering your clit with attention versus stretching you out on his tongue. it’s too much to keep up with, feeling him attacking your g-spot inside of you to torturing your sensitive bud, and you’re shaking under his touch. “von lycaon, i can’t take it- can’t take much more, it’s too much!”

“my, such an impatient lady… is it so wrong of me to want to take my time with you?” he swallows down more of your slick, sighing blissfully as if he can’t get enough of your taste. he really can’t, not when he’s enjoying the sight in front of him this much. a pristinely pretty girl, reduced to a thoughtless trembling mess, all because he decided to have a taste? all of this was more of a reward to the wolf than it was duty, but your pleasure always came before everything else.

“you’re edging me-,” you gasp out as if he’s hurting you. “you’re going to edge me.”

“and you’re going to take it for me. won’t you be good for me?” he’s messing with the pulsing inside of your stomach. every time your walls twitched just too much or your voice got too panicked, he’d slow his pace down, and you’d be left to helplessly bury your fingers into his fur and try to grind down more of your glistening cunt against his mouth. it’s unfair that he can do this to you without batting an eye, but you can’t do anything other than to cry out. 

your begging is such a delightfully melodic sound to the starved wolf, but it falls on deaf ears. he’s intent on making you feel good, but you’re going to have to abide by his rhythm.

“oh fuck- wanna cum- please- don’t tease me like this…!” you’re crying and squirming, and the whole thing just feels so good. you’re melting away like nothing under his touches, and your whole body’s being consumed and eaten from the inside out by the stiflingly hot pleasure. he expertly swirls his tongue against you the way you like it best only to pull away when you need it most, and the satisfied glimmer in his narrowed eyes tells you everything you need to know without a single word from him.

“tell me then,” he whispers after what feels like an eternity of being edged and brought to the brink, over and over again only to be met with crushing disappointment. your womb pulses almost painfully inside of you with how much your climax has been built up to be denied, empty and tight and so sensitive to even the smallest of touches from the wolf. he kisses your clit chastely, the touch sticky and so pure despite the absolutely obscenity before him. “who was it that took care of you tonight? who was it that held you so dearly and worshiped you? who was it that made you feel so good that you let go of all of your pride as a dear patron of victoria housekeeping?”

it’s shallow, he knows that, but the possessive part inside of him that loves seeing you reduced to this sniffling mess of skin and bones, captive to everything he has to give you, revels in your fall. your voice is so weak and hoarse, yet the desperation that drips from him only makes him want to push you until you break.

but no, von lycaon is a gentleman with a purpose. he’s kind, only if it means you’ll come crawling right back to him. maybe it’s like a master plan, but he likes to think of it as a form of love.

you blink through the tears clumping up at your waterline, hot and threatening to fall onto your unmarred face. you don’t need to be told twice: the firm edge to the wolf’s voice is enough to cling to. “it’s you- it’s always you! please, von lycaon, i can’t take this anymore…! let me cum, let me cum, please! you’re the only one that makes me feel good- you’re all i need-”

your senseless, sex-drunk babbling has his heart feeling warm. he likes it when you tug impatiently at the fur on his head, the gray hairs like in between against your knuckles. he thinks there isn’t a more perfect lady for him to serve, and he’s sure to come running at a moment’s notice if you need someone to quell your loneliness again. he’s a devoted servant, a compassionate gentleman, and an unforgiving lover.

“good, good,” he purrs, and you shudder when his tongue laps at your drenched and abused hole. “i had faith that you would remember, but i want to make sure you would never forget. after all, i am your dedicated personal attendant, aren’t i? i want nothing but the best for my lady, and that means being the one at your side closer than anyone else. surely you understand?”

“yes- yes, of course- all yours, von lycaon!” you nod feverishly. heat blooms in your core like a repeated strain, and you groan. he’s at it again, rubbing circles into your clit with his deft fingers and fucking you out on his tongue. your insides keep rubbing up against him, clamping down on the wet muscle as if they’re starved of any and all stimulation, dragging your poor battered body back to the precipice like you’re addicted fiend you can’t seem to get enough.  

it doesn’t take much for you to fall apart. you’re already so sensitive, wound up and ready for him like a pretty doll hidden inside of a music box, the perfect vision of ecstasy for von lycaon’s hungry eyes. you cum all over his mouth with a strangled cry, and his big fingers keep pressing and circling your clit. you’re not just cumming for him: you can feel something warm and wet gush from between your thighs, but all you can register is just how good it feels for the heat and the tightness in your stomach to finally, finally release.

you can’t fully form any coherent words, only broken sobs and cries. pleasure consumes you wholly, enveloping you like a starved monster. you’re only vaguely aware that you squirted all over his face because something feels different. your body feels lighter, happier, like there’s cotton stuffed in your ears and something akin to an otherworldly bliss makes your limbs feel like they’ve turned into dust. you’re melting away as von lycaon drinks up the sight of your fucked out face, obscured with mind-blowing pleasure all because of something he did. 

your thighs are drenched, and so is the lower half of his face. he eats up your juices like he had been without question this entire time, but knowing that he made you feel so good that you ended up squirting makes you taste different in his mouth. there’s a sticky sweetness that clings to the inside of his mouth, and while he might have had his fill for now, the wolf knows that he’s going to be craving that taste again very soon. your legs shake uncontrollably around his head, and you’re practically collapsed against the table. you look almost happy with your eyes glossed over and sweat beading like pearls on your forehead. 

it’s a job well done for him. he takes just a breath’s amount of time to admire his handiwork, just how easily he can make your body succumb to him with some practice and patience. it’s good knowledge, knowledge that he’s bound to keep tucked away somewhere deep inside of his heart.

but his task is far from over. he’s going to clean you up and wish you a good night before disappearing, the line between love and duty a thin but far one. if it’s any consolation to him though, he knows that you’ll call victoria housekeeping within a few weeks again, with that pitifully lonely tinge to your voice as you politely request him to come keep you company for a little while. and each time, he’s going to show up at your door with a disarmingly saccharine smile. it’s a song and dance that has no end, but if this is the best way for him to get closer to his beloved lady, then von lycaon can learn to enjoy it as much as you do.

you’re always the first to give in, and with time, the wolf is sure that’ll remain true in the long run.

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[scaredpigeons]

— 「 SOMNIAL SIREN 」

Lighter x Reader — 1.6k

content: sleepy handjob in the mirror, praise, come eating. divider by @/diviniyae

summary: it's not that lighter can't sleep, it's that he won't. not until exhaustion wears him down. you find a shortcut.

Lighter is up before the sun. Force of habit. He doesn't get much sleep anyways, spends his moonlit hours tormenting himself with memories that grow more hazy and more cruel each time he calls on them. He fills in the gaps as best he can - dirt slung on top of empty coffins, hollow noise reverberating off his ribs and filling his chest with grief.

The nightmares leave him worse. He would (and does) choose inventions of his conscious mind over the gnawing, cold dread of his dreams every time. Laying half asleep on his side, staring at his boots by the door and thumbing over old scars, keeping them fresh, is as close to a bedtime routine as he gets.

The only salve he knows is pressed against his back, drool drying in a cool patch along his spine.

You've stolen the blankets. You always do. While he trudges through the worn track of his failures, you tie yourself up in knots to get closer to him. Heat-seeking, you'd say. Playing with fire, he'd correct.

Lighter can't honestly say he sleeps better when you stay the night, though he tells you differently. He slows his breathing and waits for your eyes to shut, for your body to fall slack and heavy against his back. Envy two-steps with affection, kept on time by the beat of his heart. You sleep heavy and unburdened, and he'd do anything to keep it that way. Sometimes, he turns to watch you - long enough to dismissed as admiration.

Then, he leans back into your chest and he tortures himself. Superimposes your image where you’ve never stood, carves your name into the metal of dog tags that your hand (warm, fingers curled against his skin, slack where your palm once pressed them to his heart) cups so tenderly. You'll wind up like them if you stick around him. You'd roll your eyes and call it melodrama, but he's seen this play out.

When he can’t stand it any longer, when sleep starts to claw him from your touch and the living, breathing weight of you starts to feel like a corpse slung across his shoulders, he tries to leave. Your legs are wrapped around him, arm pinned underneath him. He shifts away and you curl back to him. Lighter chokes down the panic and the claustrophobia. This is what safety looks like, he reminds himself. Taking over his bed, smothering him like you can't stand not to touch. He fits his fingers with yours, watches the drowsy way your hand twitches. You want to snare him in your hold even in your sleep.

It buys him a few minutes of peace before the fear comes clawing up his throat again. He pulls free again and this time, you grumble.

You bury your forehead against his muscled back, hand smacking weakly against his stomach in what might be an attempt to pull him back. You bite out something that might have started as a compelling argument, but ends up being a whiny, drawn out, “no.”

“I gotta get up,” he tells you, leveraging his lucidity.

“It's not even light out.”

That was surprisingly coherent. Your touch grows steadier, drifting blindly up, then down. You shuffle closer, tug one of his legs back to between your knees. He has half a mind to remind you that he isn't a body pillow, but your knuckles nudge the waistband of his briefs and any thought of telling you ‘no’ to anything flies out the window.

Your fingers twirl in the sparse hair of his happy trail. His muscles jump under your touch, every purposeful drag of your nails stoking smoldering embers in his gut higher and higher. The panic that choked him is swiftly swapped for the haze of arousal.

You prop yourself onto an elbow. Lighter follows - too quick, too eager, sits all the way up and drags you up with him. You press your laughter to his back, the sound pealing out of you and into him. Your fingers slip into his briefs.

He's half hard already, dick jumping to be in your hand. Another laugh and a kiss against his shoulder warms his cheeks. He's grateful you're behind him, grateful the kisses you pepper him with are keeping you busy. Mark that as another reason he prefers you curled around him. He'd never have any respite if you knew how often he woke up like this.

You pump him slow and clumsy, other hand pawing at his back, his waist, sliding around the front of him to palm his chest. You grab a handful and squeeze, and the dreamy sigh that floats out of you is almost comedic. Your palm circles his tip, once, twice, then you lazily twist your wrist down his shaft.

“My hand’s asleep,” you say, words muffled and groggy.

Lighter huffs. “That's real sexy.”

Your teeth imprint into his shoulder. You suck a mark into his skin, leave it aching and soothe it with a cool pass of your tongue.

“Don't be mean to me,” you grumble. You slide your hand to the base and squeeze. Mixed signals make his cock jerk, make him groan. He doesn't need to plead for you to know what he wants. His body gives him away, always has.

This is going to be quick, he realizes, hard and leaking in your hand. He shucks his briefs to his ankles. Your legs are spread wide behind him, knees bracketing his hips.

You trust your weight to his back, cheek turned to press against his shoulder. Your pace is languid, unhurried strokes that make him grit his teeth. Lighter presses his feet to the floor, tries to ground himself, to keep from fucking your fist. There's a time to take and a time to receive, and you sigh so prettily when his hips stutter with restraint.

He can picture you, eyes shut, sweet smile on your lips. Damn near cherubic. Patient and perfect for him, and when he moans he swears he hears you hide your own beneath his.

The noise sets him alight. He could reach back, turn this into a group activity. You could stroke him and have your fun, and he would work you up faster, harder, just how you like it, waiting for your movements to get sloppy and uncoordinated while he rips the pleasure from you. He nearly cums to the thought.

You must have the feeling back in your fingers. You work along his shaft, wrist twisting, fingers gliding along the same vein you spend all your time tonguing. His belly tightens, churns with the anticipation of more. The sparks showering through his limbs, curling his toes every time you reach his tip, threaten to ignite.

Your chin hooks over his shoulder. He's trained, moves to capture your mouth even at this awkward angle. You stop him quick, a tweak to his nipple that makes him whine.

“Just watching.”

Your knees squeeze at his hips, guide him to sit further along the bed. It would be easy to resist your direction, but why would he?

He should have. Lighter doesn't realize what your game is until he's staring himself down in his dusty mirror. He turns his head back to you quickly. Your hand catches his jaw, eases him back.

“Look how pretty,” you murmur. Your eyes burn above his shoulder, raking down his form in the mirror.

His chest is flushed and ruddy, sweat gleaming against the scars that litter his skin. He looks away quickly, guiding by your gentle tutting to look lower. His hips roll to meet you hand. He's transfixed by the movement, draws his hips back just to watch your hand chase him.

“I can't–”

Your lips press beneath his ear. Your thumb traces his jaw. “Then don't.”

His hips buck. A moan breaks from his lips. You squeeze the base of him, let him fuck your fist sloppily until he's writhing back against you. Your eyes drag up from his cock and meet his in the mirror.

Lighter's vision splits. Cum spurts against his stomach in ropes, coating over your knuckles. You keep your grip on him, let him fuck himself out and then stroke him slowly and he thinks he might explode if you keep touching him like that. Your mercy is a cooling kiss to his cheek and one last pass over his flagging cock.

“Come back to bed,” you yawn. You fall back against the sheets, your arms the last to leave him. He sits there as your touch fades from his skin, warmth bleeding out of him. When he looks back, you're licking the cum from your knuckles. His dick gives a tired twitch.

He swipes his shirt from the floor, cleans his stomach, and rolls back to you.

“Want me to–?”

Your hand combs through his hair, strokes sweaty strands from his forehead. “Sleep.”

Lighter slides his hands up your sides. He rests his head against your chest, ear finding your heartbeat. The steady, driving pulse evens him out. He swallows thickly. Exhaustion pulls over him, a thick blanket that you tug higher, stroking over his back.

“I've got stuff to do today.”

“Yeah?”

“Important stuff.”

“Oh, wow.” You press a hand between his shoulder blades, encourage him to stop holding his weight off of you. “Can it wait for an hour?”

He sinks against your body, weight pressing you into the mattress. For just an hour, he thinks it can.

The first beams of sunlight creep through his tattered curtains. He needs to get them patched, he thinks, to keep the light out a a little longer.

[scaredpigeons]

had a thought about gojo or geto catching reader watching porn and teasing her/doing the things in the video while they watch it together🤭 then they would actually get so horny they start getting rougher than the video lol :p

thank you for the ask ml

satosugu x fem reader<3

contains: college au, roomates!satosugu, watching porn, threesome, so much dirty talk, praise, degradation, oral (r!receiving), teasing, slightly rough, hand jobs (geto & gojo jerk each other off), making out, satosugu are gay for each other lowk, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, double penetration, anal, spitting, slapping, squirting, manhandling :3

note: this ran longer than expected.. might do a pt.2 if the demand is there :p

MDNI

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“Ah! ah! ah! mmph!” The blonde girls moans echo in your headphones while you lay on your tummy on your bed, legs crossed behind you while you stare at the laptop, watching the ditsy girl get double penetrated into the sheets by 2 men twice her size.

One of your friends was raving about this video, frantically sending you the link and telling you it was the hottest she’s ever seen; so of course you had to check it out.

“Fuck- give it to me daddy yesyesyes-“ she whined when their huge cocks fucked straight into her sweet spot, making her squirt onto the other man’s abdomen while they coo and praise her.

The hype your friend put on this video was well deserved, as you had started to subtly rub your thighs together a while ago, feeling yourself get wetter as the video progressed.

knock knock

You jolt on the bed at the sudden noise, opting to turn the video down to hear what whoever is at the door had to say, rather than pausing it.

The vulgar moans and slapping sounds quieted in your ears as your door cracked open and revealed a head pop through the door, decorated with pretty white hair.

“Heyyyy” the man dragged, “Do you need something? Super busy right now Satoru.” you dismissed, popping open a new tab and typing randomly on the keyboard to keep up your facad.

“You call playing smash or pass with your friends on facetime busy?” Gojo teased, crossing his arms and leaning his frame against the door, smirking at you.

“For your information, i’m studying for a final on friday.. asshole.. but if i was playing smash or pass I would still be too busy to talk to you.” you retorted, rolling your eyes, still not looking up from your laptop as you continued typing useless sentences into the search bar repeatedly.

“Suguru not home? You bored?” You quizzed. Gojo had an awful habit of bothering you anytime your other roommate Geto was out of the house—which was quite frequently, to your demise, as that meant you were stuck with Gojo tearing up all your shit and intruding in your (our as he called it) personal space.

"Yeahhh, but I jus sent him a text, hes on his way home." Gojo said, dropping his hands to his sides and strolling over to your bed, leaving the door open behind him. You slid the laptop twords your body, pushing your torso up off the mattress and dragging yourself to sit against the headboard of your bed as he got closer.

"Why you runnin away? Got somethin' embarrassing on there?" The white haired man giggled, reaching your bed and sprawling himself tummy first against your sheets, resting his head on your calf while he stroked your legs with his large hands.

It was not unusual in the slightest for gojo to be touchy with you, but with your current state of arousal you really didnt want him caressing up and down your legs right now.

"Shiiiiit ahh!" the girls high pitch voice whined in your ear when she came again, "Yesss, good fucking girl, being so good for us fuuuuck." The larger of the two men cooed to her. You couldnt see what was going on since you had opened a new tab, but you could hear everything loud and clear.

"It's just a personal essay, don't need you snooping." You responded, trying not to rub your thighs together as your arousal spiked from the lewd noises going on in the background.

"Mhmmm" Gojo responded, nuzzling his soft hair into your thigh as he continued rubbing patterns into your skin and drawing his name over and over again on your calf lightly. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Harder!" The noises continued, as did your fake typing, as silence fell between the two of you.

"Sooo." Gojo started after about a minute or two of silence, He used his pointer finger to push your laptop screen down, so his cerulean eyes could make contact with your own, "How long is it gonna take you to realize that your headphones arent plugged into your laptop?" He smirked, tilting his head into your calf and running his hand further up your thigh.

"Wha-" Looking down into the port where your cheap shitty headphones were supposed to be snuggly pressed into the headphone jack, and instead seeing the cable dangling off the side of the laptop.

"Oh for fuck sake," You slammed the laptop shut, feeling your face start to heat up, Gojo was laughing a little too obviously now, resulting in you smacking him against the head while you curled your legs in towards yourself.

"Why did you wait so long to tell me!?" You exclaimed, trying to hide your embarrassment. "Heh, I thought it was cute I guess, your pretty quick with the lies tho, makes me wonder what else you've lied to me about." Gojo ponders, making you scoff and drop your head into your hands.

"Awww don't be embarrassed, everyone watches porn." He giggles, sitting up and staring down at your embarrassed form, curled in on itself.

"Youre so twisted satoru." Your muffled voice resonated into his ears. You hear him laugh again before you feel the sheets dip next to you. Lifting your head you see Gojo has made himself comfortable next to you, wrapping a big arm around your shoulders as he rubs your arm comfortingly—an attempt at that at least.

"If you were in my shoes you would get it," He giggled before his pitch changed drastically to a more chipper one, "Now!" he starts "Lets take a look at what my cute little roomie was gettin' off tooo~" He drags, long fingers reaching for the device to crack it open and leave you exposed and embarrassed once more.

"Wait no-" You attempt to reach out and stop him but his grip on your forearm stops you in your tracks, he gripped your arm tightly as he continued his pursuit, "Toru, seriously-" You're cut off again by him shushing you as he successfully opens up your laptop. "Its okay~ Me and Suguru watch porn together all the time.~" He reasons.

"Ohhhh~" He huffs out a laugh when the sound of the video played once more, he tapped over to the correct tab as the video popped into veiw, full screen. It showed the pretty blonde girl folded in a full nelson, one man behind her holding her up, fucking her asshole and marking up her neck with his lips while the other man stood in front of her, sloppily kissing her and moaning into her mouth while he fucked her pussy.

Your face heated up when the audio reached your ears, cunt throbbing immediately at the show in front of you. “You into this shit?" He laughs, shaking your shoulder and turning his head to face you.

Dont make eye contact dont make eye contact dont-

His eyes felt like they were penetrating through your body. You internally sighed when he averted his gaze back to the screen, not feeling much relief before he spoke again, "You ever done this?" He asked, whistling at the screen when the girl squirted all over the man in front of her.

"What? n-no, my friend just recommended this video." You responded, averting your eyes from the screen when the man started dirty talking the girl, making your cunt throb as you subltly pressed your thighs together.

What the hell were you doing? Watching porn with Satoru? Your roommate of 3 years, best friend of 8, this was definitely wrong, so why were you even more aroused with his presence now?

"You wanna?" He asked, catching you off gaurd, and making you snap your neck up to look up at him, relizing that he was still looking at you. "Huh?" You asked, confused if he was asking what you thought he was asking.

"You wanna get fucked like that?" He repeated, making your mouth run dry. This was definitely not a conversation you should be having with him. You were by no means a shy person, but he was making you feel so small right now, and you wish you were, maybe then you could hide from this conversation.

"I uh- I dont kno-" your voice was interupted by his deeper one, "I think you do know." He spoke, smiling downa at you, making your eyes dart around the room, looking for any form of life to rescue you right now.

"Ughhhh! Why are we talking about this, I really dont know I-" you were cut off again, accompanied by his thumb rubbing circles onto your shoulder, "You a virgin?" He asked, once again making your jaw drop, his question completely catching you off gaurd.

"N-no Im not a virgin Satoru." You answered, looking back at his intimidating eyes, "Then why are you acting like such a prude, huh?" He teased, his annoying smirk creeping onto his face.

He did not just call me a prude.

"Just because I'm not confessing my sexual fantasies to you doesn't mean I'm a prude I just- I- Ugh." You give up, biting your lip and untensing your shoulders. Silence fell over the two of you for a beat, save for the loud moaning and squelching in the background. Just how long was this video?

"I could see it." He said, tilting his head, staring at you like he was analyzing you. "See what?" You asked, scrunching your eyebrows together, the way he was talking was giving you whiplash.

"You getting fucked like that." He deadpanned. "I bet such an uptight little thing like you would absolutely loooove to get ur shit rocked like that~" He giggled. You couldn't even defend yourself, in shock while his big stupid mouth kept moving, "Squirting all over two big strong guys while they fucked you like you deserve."

Gojo's words were shameless. The air surrounding the both of you was so thick as he kept speaking, eyes locked with yours the whole time, "Bet you'd love getting called a good little girl while two cocks drilled in and out of you." You swallowed roughly, breath coming quicker as it felt like his words were stealing the air from your lungs.

"Getting your clit sucked while the other guy fucked your tiny pussy." He continued, painting the picture vividly for you. "But thats not really ur thing right?" Gojo's eyebrows raised, smiling at you teasingly while you pouted, veins coursing with your arousal.

The deep voices of the men and the squealing of the blonde pornstar resonated in the backrough while a silence fell over the two of you, the both of you challenging staring into each others eyes, eyes occasionally falling to the others lips. The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to slice through with a knife.

"Tell me you don't want it." He said suddenly, having had enough of the tension. Gojo bit his lip and tilted his head. There was a pause, he gripped the laptop in his hand, raising it off your lap and blindly placing it on the table behind him, still keeping eye contact with you as you both moved hesitantly, inching closer to each other. "I cant." You heard your own voice in your ears before you felt his lips crash against yours.

"Fuckin' knew it" He kissed you intensely, wasting no time in sliding his body on top of yours and pressing his knee between your legs, right against your cunt, " Dirty girl" He mumbled, smiling against your lips before he licked against them, silently asking for permission.

You open your mouth to let him in, feeling him lick into your mouth, both of you groaned as the kiss got heavier, he started pressing his knee against you rhythmically, "Take what yours," He pulled back and whispered against your lips, one of his large hand coming down to your waist as he helped you hump your clothed cunt along his knee.

Your hands ran all over the body of the other. Yours gripping onto his hair and down the nape of his neck, pushing him against you harder to deepen the kiss. His hands gripping your waist, using his big thumb to draw shapes into your skin as he slipped his warm hand under your shirt.

The video was still playing in the background of you and gojo's heated makeout session. The both of you were panting into the other's mouth, arousal increased by the sounds of the intimate act bouncing off the walls.

"You couldn't wait fifteen minutes for me asshole?" A deeper voice spoke into the room, making your push gojo off you slightly, breaking the kiss. "Not my fault you took so long to get here." Gojo responded, continuing his ministrations on your body by dropping his lips to your neck and sucking.

"W-what are you guys t-talking about" You suttered out, slightly realxing back into the bed at the realization that it was just your other roomate, Geto, who entered.

"Mmm." Satoru hummed against your skin before answering between kisses. "Heard your porn." kiss, "Told sugu" kiss, "Master plan was formed" kiss.

"Y-you guys planned this?" You asked, more desperation than you would've liked seeping into your voice. "Course," Gojo responded like it was obvious, gripping your jaw and tipping your neck up for better access. "We've been wanting to fuck you for so long." Geto smiled down at the two of you.

"Even" kiss "Jerked each other off while talkin' about all the things we wanted to do to you~" Gojo casually dropped, returning back to his place on your neck. Your reaction made Geto laugh in the doorway, finally starting to make his way to the bed, shaking his head at Gojo's revealing secret.

You barely had time to process all of the new information before you felt the bed dip under Geto's body weight, feeling his big hand reach between the two of you and caress your tummy under your shirt, "So fucking soft," He mumbled to himself, making you whine at the attention.

"You okay with this baby?" Geto checked, making Gojo pull back from your neck and stare at your face, waiting for your response. You thought your answer was pretty clear, but it made you happy that he asked you verbally.

"Uh y-yeah Im oka- mmph!" Before you could finish your response, Geto's lips were on your own, kissing you softer than satoru. His lips were rough but the kiss was more passionate and less messy, both ways the men kissed reflected their personalities perfectly.

"Fuck" Gojo smiled, biting his lip while he hovered above your body, feeling your legs squeeze around his knee while he watched his two roommates makeout under him, "So fucking hot." Gojo's large hand slid down to grope himself over his pants before he slid to your left a bit, allowing geto more room to get on top of you as well.

Geto maneuvered his body slightly over yours as well, one arm holding him over you while his other held your jaw in his hand tightly. While Suguru kept you busy up top, Gojo started peppering kisses down your body, sliding your shirt up to rest under your breasts, leaving little kisses in his wake.

When the initial shock of finally getting to kiss you after so long started to fuzz out of geto's head, he was finally able to register the speaker of your laptop blasting the porn video you were watching at near full volume now. He must've been insanely enamored with you to not acknowledge her loud protests of "'S too much!" Followed by her incoherent sobs.

He pulled back from kissing you, a smirk on his face while he reached over to the desk and turned the laptop towards the three of you, staring at the screen, "Wow, this is some kinky shit." He laughed, absentmindely dropping his hand to your next and resting it there.

He watched the girl get fucked for a coupled seconds; the fat tears streaming down her face and the cum flooding out from her overstimulated pussy; while gojo kept running his hands over your body, sucking and biting the skin of your tummy and hips, making you whine.

"Think we can make her sound like that?" Suguru asked Satoru. The white haired man hummed into your skin, before opening his eyes and pulling back, "maybe if you actually gave her some attention instead of watching some other girl get fucked yeah~" He teased.

Geto lightly smacked his hand against the albino's shoulder, "You already got to watch this with her before I got here, don't act better than me Satoru," Contrary to his words, Geto looked away from the video, bringing his attention back to you.

Suguru grabbed your knee closest to him and spread it off of gojos thigh, making room for his knee to join gojos between your legs. The two men silently worshiped your body, leaving hickeys and bite marks wherever their lips traveled, nails decorating your skin with dark red marks from how they gripped you.

“My turn pretty, give me some love yeah?” Gojo spoke, a teasing tone in his voice as he rose from your body to your face once more, sloppily slotting your lips together as he hummed his approval into your mouth.

Geto glanced over to the laptop and saw they people were not positioned with the girl in the middle, one man between her legs eating her cunt, and the other sitting behind her, and talking her through it. Geto could think of no better idea then the one in front of him, burning itself into his corneas.

“Satoru,” The dark haired man spoke, resulting in Gojo humming an affirmation that he heard him, against your lips. “Get behind her.” He instructed.

“Ohhh~ movin a little quick, don’t mind if I do~” Gojo smirked, biting his lip as he went to maneuver your body into the doggy style position, misunderstanding getos words.

You let yourself be manipulated by gojo, trusting their judgement, but your movements were stopped when Geto spoke shaking his head, “No- Idiot, like that.” Geto sighed, tilting his head twords the laptop at the porno playing for the reference.

Gojo tsked, “Why cant I be the one eating her cunt?” He complained, nevertheless complying as he situated himself behind you, scooping you up from your underarms and sliding you against his back.

You sat there pretty, bubbles practically floating out of your head as you laid against his hard chest completely out of it. Your mind was in absolute bliss having so much attention on you from these handsome men, not even registering their argument while you watched Geto situate your legs over his shoulders, laying down on his stomach.

“You got to her first, don’t be greedy, you’ll taste her soon enough.” Geto responded.

He slotted his mouth against your clothed cunt, pressing his tongue against your thin shorts, he swore he could taste you from how soaked you were through your panties.

“How are you doin cutie? This alright for you?” Gojo asks against your ear, nibbling on your earlobe while he waited for your response.

Your stomach jolted and jerked feeling Geto’s nose press against your clit through your pants, “Good, feels ‘s good” you rush out, breath starting to pick up when Geto mach eats you out through your shorts.

The dark haired man started shaking his head back and forth, going between looking up at you and squeezing his eyes shut, pressing his tongue harshly against where your little hole should be behind the cloth that obstructs him.

Gojos warm hands come up to massage your tits, the both of you watching intently at the show geto is putting on.

“Fuck, just eat her out man, cmon~” Gojo whined, arguably feeling more impatient than you to see your pussy get licked.

You nodded along with the white haired man, rolling your hips up into getos handsome face before he pulled back, raising his large body so he was sitting against his heels, before looking between the two of you.

“Why are you so impatient Satoru? It’s not your pussy i’m eating” He lets out a short laugh, dropping his gaze to the wet patch he left on your cunt before he reached his hand out to rub you over your clothed mound, biting his lip.

Geto was truly trying to take his time with you but the now faint taste he had of you on his tongue, the sight of your smaller figure engulfed by gojos larger one, the smell of you still lingering in his nose from being so close to your cunt, it was almost too much. He swore if he didn’t make this quick; making you cum; he might lose his mind.

Geto’s cock was so hard in his pants, threatening to rip a hole through his boxers any time he glanced in your direction, and he was betting everything that Satoru was feeling the same.

Gojo felt his cock twitch in his pants watching Geto rub circles over your clit through your pants, and he knew you could feel his need throbbing against your lower back. “Can you fucking blame me? Every time you touch her she has the cutest reaction, makes me so fucking hardd.” Gojo drawled, his mouth watering when Geto’s ring and index finger pressed against your clothed hole.

“P-please” you gasped, no longer being able to take the teasing. “Please?” Geto repeated, needing you to be more specific. “Please touch me.. directly.” you whimpered out, eyes rolling back when Geto pressed a little too hard, sending a strong jolt of stimulation down your spine.

How you managed to work them up to this extent with just your whines and meek words was astonishing to the both of them. “Good girl, tellin me just what she needs.” he smiles down at you. Reaching his free hand down and sliding them up to your hips, teasing his fingertips under the hem of your pants before slowly sliding them down.

“Cmere” Gojo whispered, he abandoned one of his hands massaging your tits to grip your neck, tilting your head to the side to kiss him more easily and allowing the man to slip his tongue into your mouth.

“Oh fuck.” Geto breathed, jaw dropping at the sight of your cunt and just how wet you were when he started to slide of your panties. Mouth filling with saliva when he watched strings of your arousal connect from your pussy lips to your drenched panties. “So fucking wet holy shit.”

Gojo moaned into your mouth, squeezing your next before pulling back from the kiss, “Lemme get a look,” he spoke breathlessly. Gojo sucked in a breath through his teeth when geto collected some of the wetness from your cunt on his fingers and held it up for gojo to see.

Gojo couldn’t help himself, he abandoned his hold on your next and opted to gray getos wrist, bringing it to his lips. Geto resisted when his fingers were inches from gojos lips. “Who’s said you get to taste her first?” He asked, making gojo groan as he pulled harder against his friends hand.

“Cmonnn, you already got to taste her through her pants let me have this, pleeeeease~” he begged, pouting his lip out twords the dark haired man.

Suguru rolled his eyes, a small smirk gracing his featured before he relaxed his hand, letting gojo pull his wrist fully twords his mouth.

You watched with bated breathe as the interaction occurred between the men. Whining and feeling yourself throb when you watched gojo suck the other man’s large fingers into his mouth, watching his pretty eyes roll back in his head and moan at the taste of you on his tongue.

Gojo let out hums around the fingers, squeezing his eyes shut when they were pressed a little too deep down his throat.

Geto sucked his lip into his mouth, growing more and more impatient as the while haired man really took his time licking and sucking around his fingers, savoring the taste of you.

“Okay that’s enough of that, need to taste her myself” Geto announced, pulling his fingers from gojo’s mouth with a pop— resulting in the while haired man letting out a whine— Geto got back into place between your legs, laying down on his stomach and placing your bare legs over his shoulders.

His dark eyes looked up at you through his pretty lashes, bringing his head to your thigh as he bit down hard on the fat of your thigh, smiling when you winced at the feeling, trying to squeeze your legs together to no avail thanks to his hands.

“You ready to feel Suguru lick ur pretty little cunt?” gojo asked, his big hands finding home on your knees and spreading you open for the man between your thighs, “This is just like your porno.” He continued, giggling.

Abandoning one of his hands on your knee for a second to pull the laptop onto the bed and off to the left— not in the way, just so you could see the reference— the blonde pornstar was in the same predicament you were about to be in whenever geto decided to stop teasing you.

“Wanna see you squirt like her all over his face too, can you do that baby? You a squirter?” Gojo asked teasingly.

It was getting harder and harder to listen to the words they spoke, especially with Geto now kissing right around your pussy, occasionally moving his head down to suck hickeys into your inner thighs, it was making you dizzy.

“Dunno, I-i’ve never don’t it be-before.” you managed to get out. This made both of the men him and visibly perk up.

“Ohhohooo” Gojo laughed, “You will today,” He said assuredly, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Gojo used one of his large hands to grip your jaw and direct your gaze twords suguru between your legs, “Keep your eyes on him baby, watch him eat your pussy.” Satoru instructed, bringing hi other hand under your shirt to massage your breast directly.

“So pretty,” Geto mumbled, keeping eye contact with you as he finally let his tongue poke out between his lips, letting it graze your neglected clit.

Your body jerked at the stimulation, legs trying and failing to snap shut thanks to sugurus strong hold. “Uh-uh keep them open for me pretty,” he tsked, flattening his tongue and pressing it against your folds.

The dark haired man drew figure eights with his tongue against your pussy, starting off slow. “ahhhh,” He let out, moaning against your cunt at the sweet taste.

Getos cock really might burst through his pants at this point. He tried grinding his bulge into the bed in slow but strong thrusts, matching the pace of his tongue against you to try and ease the ache he was feeling, but it was proving futile, he needed to make you cum— and fast— so he could feel your walls around his cock sooner.

“Fuuuuck, looks like that feel so good huh baby?” Gojo wined, pinching your nipple between his lithe fingers while he kept his sight on the man’s tongue connecting to your wetness, watching intently while the appendage rubbed back, and forth, against your clit.

“Yesyes, ‘s good fuck!” you wined when the dark haired man sped up his ministrations. “Awww, you guys sounds so cute together.” Gojo cooed in your ear, referring to the girl in porno and yourself.

You slightly averted your vision to the side, watching the other three in the video get up to the same antics the three of you were currently partaking in.

Their moans were turning you on, something about watching one of your fantasies unfold while it was happening to you at the same time was driving you crazy.

You already felt like cumming and geto had barely just touched his tongue to your clit.

He sucked the little bud into his mouth, humming around it, his tongue darting out every so often to give you some extra stimulation as he watched your eyes flit back and forth between the movie and his eyes.

“Fuck this is turning me on, feel like my dick is gonna explode,” Gojo confessed, biting his lip and bucking his hips into your lower back as he watched everything unfold, fingers still relentless on your nipple.

You were squirming around so much, wiggling back against gojo and unbeknownst to you— rubbing perfectly against his dick.

“Mmmm f-uck, cmere roomie,” Gojo yanked your jaw to the side so he had access to your lips, sticking his tongue in your mouth and kissing you like he was trying to steal the air from your lungs.

The three of you were getting so worked up. Geto’s ministrations we’re getting harder— his sucks against your clit and pressure of his tongue increasing, occasionally dipping his tongue into your hole to tongue fuck you as deep as he could manage, while simultaneously humping his clothed cock hard against the sheets.

Your hand came up to grip gojo by the wrist, holding his hand that was gripping your chin for stability as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your orgasm. “Gonna cum? Huh?” Gojo asked, his question rushed in between needy kisses.

“Gonna cum all over his face? Then ya’ gonna let us fuck you right?” He continued, his own voice rising in pitch when your squirming against his cock stimulated him just right.

Geto groned, keeping his attention on the two of you kissing while he shook his head back and forth against your wetness. The dark haired man hands were gripping your thighs hard enough to leave bruises as he used your body to keep himself grounded, fighting the urge to just pull out his cock and fuck you right this second.

“Oh fuck Geto I- I think i’m close” you moaned, your free hand coming down to grip his hair hard. His toes curled at the sensation, a tingle shooting down his spine at your rough grip in his hair.

“Shittt yesyesyes, ride his face baby, take what’s yours” Gojo encouraged, his usually pale face was dusted pink as he pulled away from the kiss, looking down at your pussy and how rough geto was eating you out— your gaze followed.

“Fuck- fuck- feels- haaaah, feels w-weird,” you wined, trying to squirm away from the stimulation as you felt something unfamiliar coil in your tummy. “nggggh- waaa-it wait-“ You insisted, trying to push Geto’s head off of you.

“Nooo it’s okay, ‘s not weird, let it out baby you’ll feel soooo fucking good I promise.” Gojo drunkenly smiled at you, trying not to bust in his pants watching the tears start to form in your eyes.

You squeezed your eyes shut, tipping your head back against his strong shoulder when it got too much, your legs shaking uncontrollably before you felt the coil snap.

“Mhm mhm mhmmm” you could barely register geto encouraging you through your orgasm as you started to squirt into his mouth. His greedy tongue lapped up your wetness at an inhuman speed, groaning at the taste and swallowing up every last drop.

“Holy fuck haha” Gojo laughed, his jaw dropping even lower as he watched the orgasm wrack your body, “Fuck I almost came,” he said, biting his lip as he watched your face contort, dropping his hand on your face down to your other breast and gripping it hard.

Gojo looked over to the video when you started coming down from your orgasm and realized that you and the pornstar had came at the same time, “So fucking cute, you guys came together, look-” He grabbed your limp face once more, directing it to the screen as you tried to take in her state.

Juices all over her legs, chest heaving up and down— much like your own— the man under her looked pussy drunk, heaving as heavily as the girl, the man behind her cooing at her and praising her through the aftershocks of her orgasm— they resembled the three of you greatly.

“Good fucking girl, knew you were a squirter,” he giggled. Geto looked a little more serious though, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before pressing one last kiss to your thigh, “I cant take it anymore,” he heaved out, dark eyes swarming with lust as he flipped your body over so you were in the doggystyle position.

“Woah woah slow down~” Gojo giggled, noticing how out of it you were, looking like you could pass out at any second from how hard you just came.

“Why don’t we give her a second huh? Pretty sure she almost died from coming that hard.” he laughed. Geto stayed silent, his eyes focusing on gojo while he spoke, the only sign that he was actually listening to the white haired fool being how geto’s grip on your waist loosed significantly as he gained back some of his rational.

“Come over here, I’ll help you out while she catches her breath” Gojo said, waving his bestfriend over. Geto sighed before he released you completely. Your tired body collapsed into Gojo’s thigh, his big hand came down to rub your head soothingly as he maintained eye contact with suguru.

When Geto finally made it to Gojo’s side of the bed, he placed his strong hand on the albinos upper thigh, leaning his weight on it before he let the white haired man lean in and kiss him.

You were absolutely stunned, you felt like the air had just been shot back into your lungs when their lips connected. You watched Gojo sloppily makeout with Geto the same way he did to you, it looked so natural, there was no way that hadn’t done this before.

You know Gojo had confessed that they jerked each other off but kissing felt too intimate for some reason.

You watched with bated breath as Gojo’s hand cupped Geto over his pants, you watched the mound throb against his hand while he rubbed it in his palm, as quick as his touch came he slipped his fingers under the band of geto’s sweats and boxers, and wrapped his hand around his girth.

Geto pulled away from the kiss, hissing through his teeth while he stared at his own crotch, watching gojo jerk him off.

“You enjoying the show?” Gojo smirked down at you. Your face flushed a deeper shade of crimson when you realized you had been caught. “Why don’t you come up here, huh?” He instructed.

Both men watched your shaky arms push your torso up, using the little strength you had in your body to crawl up to Geto and sit next to him, your knee bumping his outer thigh.

Geto stared at your parted lips before bringing his gaze back to your glassy eyes and smiling, “Help me out here, no way I’m gonna c-cum with Gojo’s lazy technique.” He teased, reaching his big hand to grab onto the back of your head and push your lips to his.

“Fuuuck, don’t leave me hanging” Gojo said, ignoring the jab because he knew Geto was all talk. The dark haired man was throbbing and leaking all over his fingers, but he uncharacteristic chose to not out his friend— if he did, Geto probably wouldn’t have reached his thick fingers into his pants and started jerking him off as well.

The three of you panted and gasped into the air, Getos moans were muffled by the kiss, and Gojo watched the two of you make out while he bucked his hips into Geto’s hand for more friction.

“Shiiiit, squeeze harder Suguru,” Gojo instructed, demonstrating his needs on geto’s cock, pumping him faster and applying more pressure to his sensitive tip when he stroked down his cock.

“Fuck” Geto pulled away, “Your lips are so fucking soft, shit-“ He groaned, his grip in your hair tightened when gojo sped up his ministrations on his cock.

Suguru matched his pace with gojo, the two of them moaning and panting in tandem as they approached their highs, “Shit- Fuck-“ Geto moaned against your lips, pressing his forhead into yours and digging his nails into Gojo thigh when the coil snapped.

“Yeaaahhh hahaha” Gojo groaned, watching his bestfriend cum first, hot ropes of his come easing the strokes over geto’s dick the more he released.

“Shit- Im coming too— don’t stop,” Gojo choked, the smirk he wore just seconds ago washing off his face as he gripped geto’s wrist, fucking his hips up into geto’s right tight fist, releasing his cum.

You watched out of the corner of your eye in awe as tremors wracked his body, slurs of ‘yesyesyes’ and curses slipping from the albinos lips as he fucked himself through his high using his bestfriends hand.

They both shuddered in the aftershocks of their orgasm, geto pressing his lips to yours once more when he finally caught his breath.

“What the hell do you guys get up to when I’m out of the house?” you asked in disbelief at how nonchalant they were about jerking each other off and cumming all over the other’s hand.

Gojo wiped his cum covered hand off on your sheets making you let out a little growl of annoyance, before he smiled, starting to strip himself of his now soiled pants and boxers, “Oh you know, normal guy stuff,” he giggled, crawling twords you, his heavy and still erected cock dangling between his legs.

You gulped at the sheer size of him, he was at least twice the size as the men’s cocks in the porno. You couldn’t really see anything more than their tips when they were jerking each other off in their pants, only being able to see the girth from the sliver of skin you saw.

Geto removed his hand from your thigh and copied gojo in ridding himself of his clothes, “We’ve only done that a couple times, not like one of us is taking it up the ass when you go to the store or anything.” Geto adds, which makes gojo laugh.

“Bet you would like that though~” Gojo teases, wiggling his eyebrows, which makes geto shudder.

Once geto had removed the last piece of his clothing—being his shirt— he rubbed his hand back over your thigh, gojo sitting next to him on his heels, staring at you intimidatingly.

“So, you ready for the good stuff now?” Geto asked, sliding his hand up your body till he reached your face, caressing the side of your cheek. “Saw in your little movie they were giving her some double penetration action, you think you can take it?” Geto asked smugly, licking his lips.

“I’ve uh, never done anal before so..” you paused, taking a second to take in the girth of getos cock, wondering how his cock; let alone both of them; would fit inside you, “go easy on me.” you finished, looking back and forth between the men.

“No promises.” Gojo spoke through a toothy grin, making you gulp.

——

“I- I said go ea-syyyy” your hoarse voice squeaked out through their rough thrusts.

Gojo was behind you laying down on his back, he had you in a full nelson, his dick snug inside your ass while his feet were perched on the bed, fucking into you at an inhuman pace.

Geto was on top of you, chest to chest with you as he humped his girthy cock into your pussy. They had somehow convinced you to go without condoms, you were on birth control so you weren’t really worried, but with how they fucked like porn stars maybe you should be.

“Sorry sweetie, didn’t think your ass was gonna be this fucking tight haha,” Gojo laughed through a moan, his cock pistoning in and out of your tight ring.

“Still cant believe you took her anal virginity,” Geto scoffed, not being able to stay too mad at how perfectly your cunt was hugging his cock, already having milked his dick inside you twice.

“You say that like her pussy doesn’t have you coming like a v-virgin- fuck- don’t tighten up like that-“ Gojo chastized, emphasizing his words with a particularly hard thrust.

Geto’s thumb had been steadily rubbing circles on your clit for god knows how long, not even letting up when you came. “Ah! ah! ahn!” High pitched moans were being forced out of your lungs, you barely recognized the sound as your own voice, never having made anything that sounded remotely like this before during sex.

Geto was fucking straight into your gspot, and the precision of his thumb wasn’t helping, as the two of them fucked you straight into your forth orgasm of the night.

“Ohmygoddd, good fucking girl,” Geto praised, grabbing your chin in his face before letting it go and leaving a soft slap on your cheek, making you smile drunkenly.

“Nnghhhh- Fuuuuck- haaah, haaah,” Gojo released the breathe he was holding when your orgasm finished, “Thought she was gonna snap off my cock with that one” he giggled, gasping for breath feeling the twitches and spasms of your ass around him.

“God, gonna fucking cum again- open-“ Geto instructed quickly. Your mouth opened and your pretty pink tongue lolled out of your mouth with a smile still plastered on your face. Geto spit right into your mouth, crushing your cheeks in his hand when you closed your mouth and swallowed what he gave you.

“Yeah what a good little bitch,” He smirked when you stuck your tongue out again, showing him you swallowed. “Such a dirty girl~” Gojo cooed in your ear, sucking your lobe into his mouth as he fucked up into you faster, feeling himself reach his high as well.

Geto’s jaw dropped, his head tipping back as warm spurts filled you up once more, his load was so much thinner than before—having cum so many times inside you— “Take it take it- fuck-“ he stuttered, gasping as he stilled inside you, letting his hot ropes of cum full you up.

His orgasm was prolonged thanks to the thin wall of flesh separating Geto from gojo in your ass. He felt his albino bestfriend frantically fucking into your tight ring, cursing and gasping into the air when he stilled as well.

Gojo pressed his balls right up against your ass, making you whine at how he felt like he was in your fucking guts from how deep he was, “Sh-it ahhhh-“ Gojo gasped, his legs shaking and abs clenching under your back as his orgasm washed over him.

“Don’t think anything came out on that one heh-“ gojo giggled drunkenly, whispering against your ear when he spoke next, “Your tight ass milked me fucking dry.

The two men squeezed their eyes shut, tremors still zapping through their bodies as they let themselves catch their breath, keeping themselves snug inside your holes.

Both of the men’s attention was drawn back to you and out of their rest when they felt your tight walls squeeze around them, “m-more please, p-please give me more,” you whimpered, pouting your bottom lip out as you stared at geto in front of you, reaching your hand down to caress the back of gojos head so he knew you were talking to him too.

“Your kidding” Geto laughed, “Fucking insatiable,” Gojo added with an amused huff.

“Think we fucking broke her,” Geto smiled, glancing at gojo before he took your jaw in his hand, shaking your face back and forth, noticing how your eyes were all out of focus.

“She asked so nicely though,” Gojo reasoned, “Who are we to deny her? huh?” And Geto could think of no good reason to deny you at all.

———

tag list: @collectionofdolls @babygirl-panda19

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For those of you who followed me because of Aqua Regia, just know that I think about it as often as you do, and it is still my favourite piece I’ve ever created. Enjoy my little sketches.

I was in a sappy mood so I decided to draw myself as the reader in my fic Aqua Regia over on @scaredpigeons drawing Neuvillette so I love with me was incredibly gratifying.

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I feel like such a bad person sometimes cuz I FUCKING HATE very specific behaviours that I’m now noticing my new friends are prone to doing and I feel awful when it makes me angry or dislike them a little.

I haven’t had to deal with this kind of thing before. I’m 23 years old for fucks sake. Is it awful of me to crave reliability? To desire to feel wanted instead of feeling like I’m hounding people for attention?

I feel like a bad person.

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HUA CHENG DOMMING IS INHERENTLY SUBMISSIVE !!!!!! HE DOES IT BECAUSE HIS DIANXIA LIKES BEING RAILED IF XIE LIAN PREFERRED TOPPING HUA CHENG WOULD BEND OVER WITHOUT HESITATION !!!!!!

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I CARE

a pigeon, if you care

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◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ megumi never did anything halfway—not when it came to fighting, not when it came to protecting the people he cared about, and certainly not when it came to kissing you like he was trying to ruin you.

you didn’t even remember how it started. one second, you were sitting on his bed, teasing him about something stupid, and the next, he had you pinned beneath him, his mouth crashing against yours with a hunger you didn’t usually see from him.

megumi wasn’t always like this. he was reserved, controlled, the type to keep his emotions locked up tight. but right now? right now, he was devouring you.

his hands were everywhere—one gripping your jaw, tilting your head up so he could kiss you deeper, the other gripping your hip, pulling you against him so there wasn’t a single inch of space between your bodies.

your breath hitched as his tongue slid past your lips, hot and insistent, claiming every inch of your mouth like he had something to prove. the kiss was sloppy, messy, a mix of ragged breaths and desperate noises as he sucked on your tongue, bit at your lower lip, kissed you so fucking hard your lips were starting to feel swollen.

you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders, and that was all the invitation he needed.

a low, frustrated groan rumbled from his chest as he ground his hips against you, his hard cock pressing right against your clothed core.

“fuck,” he muttered, his forehead falling against yours for half a second, his breath heavy, ragged.

and then he did it again. slow. deliberate. hard.

you whimpered against his lips, your fingers tightening around his shirt as heat coiled in your stomach, hot and unbearable.

“you’re already this wet?” he murmured, his voice low, almost teasing, as he rolled his hips again, this time slower, dragging the length of his clothed cock right against your throbbing clit.

the friction was too much. not enough. everything.

“meg—”

“shh.” he kissed you again, sloppier this time, wetter, needier, hungrier. his tongue tangled with yours, his teeth catching your bottom lip, a mix of moans and gasps and muffled curses spilling between you.

your hips bucked up instinctively, grinding back against him, chasing the friction, and he hissed between his teeth.

“fuck—” his grip on your hips tightened, holding you still even as he kept up the slow, torturous rhythm, dragging his cock over you like he wanted to make you lose your mind.

you were already close, already on edge, already so fucking wrecked from nothing but this—messy kisses and desperate grinding and his hot, panting breath against your lips.

“gonna cum just from this?” he murmured, his voice thick, heavy with something dark and smug.

you tried to glare at him, but then he did it again—rolling his hips just right, hitting that perfect spot, and your eyes fluttered shut, a broken moan escaping your lips.

he chuckled, and you could feel his smirk against your lips, against your neck, as he dragged his teeth along your pulse.

“yeah,” he breathed, grinding against you harder, faster, rougher. “that’s it. cum for me just like this.”

and fuck, you did.

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◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ the room was thick with the heat of your bodies, the heady scent of sweat and sex clouding the air as megumi's weight pinned you down. his hands gripped your thighs with a bruising intensity, spreading you wide for him, holding you open like you were something fragile yet entirely his to ruin. his black hair stuck to his damp forehead, the sharp, angular lines of his face twisted in concentration and lust as he pounded into you with an almost feverish purpose.

“fuck—look at you,” he groaned, his voice low and wrecked, barely more than a growl in the dark. his eyes burned as they traced the way his cock slid in and out of you, the way your pussy clenched around him, desperate and dripping, your juices clinging to his length every time he pulled back. his thrusts were deep, hard, deliberate, like he was chasing something more than just his release—like he was chasing the act of claiming you in every possible way.

“you’re fucking perfect for this,” he muttered, his hands sliding to your hips, gripping them tight enough to leave marks. his cock drove into you harder, deeper, the slap of his hips meeting yours ringing out loud and wet in the room. “you take me so well—so fucking good. god, you’d look so good like this. all round—” his breath caught, his pace faltering for just a moment before he steadied himself, his jaw clenching. “—full of me. you’d let me, wouldn’t you? let me fucking fill you up—fuck a baby into you.”

the words came out ragged, torn from his throat like he wasn’t even sure if he could hold them back anymore. there was a flicker of shame in his expression, but it was quickly swallowed up by the primal hunger that had taken over him, his hips snapping forward with a brutal, punishing rhythm. he leaned down, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he spoke again, his voice darker, more urgent.

“you’d let me breed you, wouldn’t you?” his teeth grazed your earlobe, sending a shiver racing down your spine. “you’d let me fuck you full, over and over, until you couldn’t take any more—until you couldn’t think of anything else but me inside you. you’d take all of it, wouldn’t you?”

his words made your body respond without hesitation, your legs locking around his hips, pulling him even deeper, your nails digging into his back as you cried out his name. the reaction only spurred him on, his thrusts growing erratic, his breath hot against your neck as he groaned low and guttural.

“i’ll do it,” he growled, his voice almost unrecognizable now, laced with a dark, possessive edge that made you tremble beneath him. “i’ll fucking do it. i’ll make you mine in every way possible—fuck you so full you’ll never forget who you belong to.”

his hips slammed into yours one last time, burying himself to the hilt, his cock twitching, throbbing, his heavy balls tightening as he spilled into you with a deep, broken groan. he didn’t pull out, didn’t even move, just stayed there, grinding himself as deep as he could go, his breath ragged and uneven.

“you’re gonna take all of it,” he murmured, his voice softer now, but no less intense. his lips brushed against your ear again, sending another shiver down your spine. “every drop. i’m not wasting any of it. you’re mine.”

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◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ the first time megumi brought it up, it had been a passing remark—something murmured against your bare shoulder in the afterglow, his breath warm and heavy as he kissed your skin. "you’d look good pregnant."

you’d laughed, thinking he was joking. but then his hand had smoothed over your belly, palm spreading possessively over the softness there, and the heat in his gaze had made your stomach tighten in something dangerously close to longing.

now, weeks later, it’s no longer just a fleeting thought. it’s in the way he touches you—slower, more reverent, like he’s memorizing your body before it changes. it’s in the way he lingers inside you, hips pressed flush as if he could will something into existence with the sheer force of his desire.

tonight, though… tonight, there’s no mistaking what he wants.

you're on your back, legs draped over his shoulders as he holds you open, his cock driving deep with each thrust, deliberate and unrelenting. his dark hair is damp with sweat, his jaw clenched tight, and his hands grip your thighs like he’s holding onto something sacred.

"gonna put a baby in you," he breathes, voice hoarse, forehead pressed to yours. "want to see you full, round with my kid—fuck, you’d be so beautiful."

your moan is desperate, spine arching as his words sink in, as the idea wraps around your brain and refuses to let go.

"you want that?" he asks, barely pulling back, grinding deeper instead, the pressure so perfect it makes you dizzy. "say it. say you want it too."

you do. god, you do. the thought of carrying his child, of watching his careful hands rest over your stomach as he whispers promises against your skin—it's intoxicating.

"i want it," you gasp, nails raking down his back, urging him closer, deeper, rougher. "megumi, i want it—please."

that’s all it takes. his rhythm stutters, a groan ripped from his throat as he loses himself completely, spilling into you with a shuddering gasp. his strong arms tighten around you, lips feverish against your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.

even after, he doesn’t pull away—stays buried inside like he’s afraid of losing this moment, like he’s already picturing the life you could build together.

and maybe, just maybe… so are you.

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Why my AO3 crash right before my Fengqing smut?!?!

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What other men do you like from bsd and hsr, if I may ask?

Uuuuuuuu of course you may ask.

From BSD? Uhhh all of them? Loool. I’ve had a little phase for all of them really. Fukuzawa was a fun phase, but chuuya and Dazai will always be my boys 🥲

I like the dichotomy and differences between all the bungo stray dogs men. There’s a flavour for everyone, and as a self proclaimed class-A whore, I can really appreciate that.

And for honkai star rail? My top men are 100% Aventurine+Dr. Ratio, and Boothill+Argenti. Together or separately, idc I just neeeeed them.

Aventurine is like, one of two characters I consider myself to “kin” (if the children are still using that term, I don’t really keep up with that stuff) and the portrayal of his relationship with Veritas Ratio both in Canon and Fanon is so complex and alluring. I love them both.

Boothill and Argenti really just— sigh. They do something for me. The metaphors and symbolism that go into their fics… the cyborg smut?? The act of physically reaching into your lovers body and caressing their inner workings and making them feel human again??!?!?!?!?! Gods, I go feral. I’m a cyborg fucker now y’all.

More honourable mentions for Hsr are:

Jing Yuan (I literally downloaded the game because of him)

Dan Heng- the imbibitor lunae (I have a running dragon fetish…. It’s totally not an issue)

Blade (danger kink emo boy??? Tortured past??? HELLO)

Aaaand I’ve partaken in some Jaoqiu x Moze smut because I think they’re cute together and I like Jaoqiu’s design a lot.

But of course once again I love them all, won’t say no to any of them 😭🖤

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the versatility of xie lian as a character is peak

he's a sweetie. he's the picture of masculinity. he's a total cunt. he's a hardened soldier. he's graceful, ethereal. his fanon animal representation is a ferret. he could lift you and your mother with three fingers and not break a sweat. he would eat a bun off the floor. he knows he's better than you. he's a monsterfucker. someone could give him a knife stabby style and his husband would be more concerned about it than him. he does not want a free pile of gold bars. he will call you ugly and then get embarrassed about it. he's the kindest person you know. he's a feminist. the only reason the strongest ghost king in the canon world doesn't get bent over nightly is because he likes being a pie so much. he's got mad autism. he told his friend every one of his character flaws to his face in one breath. he has the world's shittiest luck. he will announce that he has erectile dysfunction to a crowd with no remorse or hesitation. he does not want to be emperor. he's an insufferable wife guy. he's gay. he's traumatized. his daughter is in a pickle pot. he'd slam your face into concrete and teehee over your twitching body. he helps old ladies cross the road. he's sarcastic. he's so nice. i love him

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ᡣ𐭩 MAYBE I JUST WANNA BE YOURS

FEATURING: dazai osamu

SUMMARY: dazai does not get jealous. he especially doesn't get jealous over someone he's not even dating. because he's not dating you. he doesn't want to date you... right?

(wordcount: 5k; fem!reader, nsfw, lots of smut LOL idk what got into me this is the first fic ive written with more smut than plot in ages. but anyway: jealous!dazai, fingering, oral (f->m), semi-public/public sex. whiplash from dazai's thoughts (as always). unedited.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: hihi. SO this actually wasn't going to be connected to anything, but i decided like mid-fic that i wanted to make it a continuation to the adareader universe ive been considering building. i was too lazy to go check for inconsistencies, so if there's any dihfausihdfsudf just ignore them LOL. when i eventually make the masterlist for it and officially connect them all, ill go thru and double check for them. first i need to write them something with actual substance and not just horny posting LOLLLL.

Dazai is not a jealous man.

He’s not.

In fact, he’s the most un-jealous person in the whole world. He has no reason to be jealous, especially over you. He’s not dating you. Dazai never asked you to be his girlfriend, and that was intentional because Dazai doesn’t want a girlfriend. More specifically, he doesn’t want to be someone’s boyfriend. You’re just a friend—a friend that he sometimes fucks and occasionally seeks out to spend time with. He doesn’t want someone relying on him in a way a girlfriend would, and he certainly doesn’t want to rely on someone in the way a boyfriend would, because he doesn’t want the rug pulled out from under him when it inevitably goes to shit. 

The thought is suffocating, it makes his skin crawl.

Almost as much as the realization that the cop the two of you are assigned to be coordinating with is clearly head over heels enamored by you. Dazai scowls from where he’s standing a few steps behind you, watching as you go over the details of the file that the man brought to you—Dazai didn’t care to learn his name. And yes, Dazai means you because when the officer came over with the file, he didn’t even acknowledge Dazai’s existence and walked right over to you.

He still hasn’t acknowledged Dazai’s presence, staring at you with an adoring expression as you read through the file. Dazai thinks if this were some sort of cartoon, the officer would quite literally have hearts in his eyes—it’s disgusting, Dazai can hardly stand to watch it.

“Dazai,” you finally say, voice a soft hum. He likes the way you say his name—it rolls off your tongue prettily, and it makes his chest oddly warm. He’s not used to people saying his name with such softness; he’s used to anger, irritation, fear, but never this. He’s wondered how his given name would sound, he’s spent many nights imagining it, one hand pressed to his mouth and the other wrapped around his cock, but he hasn’t worked up the nerve to ask you to call him by it. That’s a step too close to actual intimacy and he’s not willing to take it.

You raise your eyebrows at him, and Dazai realizes you must have said something after you said his name, but he didn’t catch it because he was too absorbed in the way you said his name to notice.

“Come here,” you say again, nodding your head for him to drag himself out of the corner he’s sulking in to come to you. He feels a bit too gleeful watching the way the officer’s expression shifts in surprise as he turns to look at Dazai, finally noticing him.

Dazai pushes himself off of the wall to take a few steps closer to you, and he may or may not stand a bit too close on purpose just to see the other man frown. He stands behind you, chest brushing your back as he looks over your shoulder to scan through the file you’ve been reading. It takes him twice as long as it usually does because he didn’t realize that being in such close proximity to you would make him as dizzy as it did, and he’s too stubborn to back off now. 

Your hair smells like vanilla, and Dazai can smell the faint scent of your favorite perfume dabbed on your neck, worn off throughout the long day. His attention strays from the file to you, tracing the smooth curve of your neck, dipping down to your collarbone and swallowing when he realizes that the top three buttons of your dress shirt are undone, the stuffiness of the tiny room and the lack of air conditioning causing small, visible beads of sweat to form on your skin. His breath catches as his gaze lowers just a bit more and-

You turn to look at him and his gaze snaps up before it can drop to dangerous territories, and Dazai catches the amused look in your eyes—you know exactly what he was looking at. Instead of having some shame, because Dazai has no shame, he shifts just an inch closer to you, one of his hands resting on your hip. He watches the way your lashes flutter the same way they always do when you’re trying to pretend you’re not affected by his touch, and his lips curl up into a small smirk.

“What do you think?” you ask after a second. 

To your credit, your voice isn’t as strained as he expected, so Dazai ups it a notch, fingers sliding from where they’re caressing your hip to trail across your inner thigh. All out of sight from the officer on your left, but Dazai can tell he’s aware that something is going on from the way his enamored expression starts shifting into a more awkward one.

Dazai gives him a smug, sardonic smile before saying, “I think our friend over here should go get us the CCTV tapes—that’ll be much more useful to us then a bunch of reports.”

The other man’s face shifts in confusion, brows furrowing and lips curving down, but before he can say no, you speak up and agree, “That would be great.”

Dazai rolls his eyes when it makes the man straighten and nod, “I’ll get it right away.”

Before he steps out of the room, Dazai tosses another look over his shoulder, this one colder than it is smug, and he says maybe a bit too snidely, “Don’t come back until you have them.”

The officer doesn’t reply as he leaves the room, and as soon as the door clicks shut, Dazai is pulling away from you to walk over to it. He locks it quickly and then turns to face you, tilting his head to the side as his gaze roves over your body. You’re leaning back against the table, eyebrows raised, and Dazai doesn’t stop himself this time when his gaze lowers to the swell of your breasts just barely made visible by your partially unbuttoned shirt.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, motioning for you to come over to him.

You don’t budge. Instead, you raise your eyebrows and say dryly, “There are cameras in here, Dazai.”

He pointedly looks up to the two corners of the room that they’re in and then back down to where he’s standing, silently telling you that this is a blind spot. After a moment’s hesitation, you push yourself off the table and make your way over to him. Dazai tilts his head back against the wall, looking down at you through his lashes as you come to stand directly in front of him. He pretends that his throat doesn’t bob when he feels your fingers slip into his belt loops.

“What’s gotten into you?” you ask, but your eyes are glittering so he knows you know exactly what the problem is—and to think he thought you weren’t cruel, you might just be the worst type of cruel there is, hiding it behind pretty smiles and sweet words. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous because that cop has a crush.”

“I don’t get jealous,” Dazai replies with a simpering smile, lifting one hand to cradle your cheek, breath catching as your eyes flutter shut, pressing your face into his hand. “I just didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”

Dazai thinks that you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen—he’s thought it since the day he met you, but he thinks it especially now when you’re leaning into his touch like it isn’t poisonous, like his hands aren’t stained with blood and his soul isn’t black and rotten. You deserve better than him, and that’s another reason why he refuses to take that next step: he knows one day you’ll realize it too. You’ll realize that you’ve fallen for a mask, that the man you care about doesn’t actually exist, it’s a thing that can barely call itself human pretending to be him.

He wonders if you know. He wonders if you know that something is wrong with him—he thinks that you must have some inkling after the bout of paranoia he had a few weeks ago when he was at your apartment, but he doubts you know the extent of it. He doubts you know that thoughts running through his head whenever that officer looked at you were anything but just casual jealousy; that every time he leaned in closer to you, Dazai’s fingers twitched in the direction of the gun given to him by the Agency that he’s only supposed to use in emergencies. 

Old habits die hard, Dazai has always been quite trigger happy. They never should’ve put a gun in his general vicinity.

 He leans down to ghost his lips below your ear, savoring in the way he feels you take in a sharp breath. His fingers tangle in your hair as he pulls your head back just enough to kiss the spot beneath your jaw that makes you writhe, and just as he expects, you let out a breathy moan against his ear that makes his head dizzy, your hands darting up to cling at the sleeves of his jacket.

“Dazai,” you gasp as he kisses down your neck. He hums in response, his free hand resting on your waist as he pulls you impossibly closer. “Are you sure…”

“I’m sure,” he says, and then adds smugly, “When am I ever wrong?”

He doesn’t have to see your face to know that you’re probably rolling your eyes at him, but he doesn’t give you the chance to make a witty remark about the first time the two of you met. His grip tightens on your waist as he flips you around so that your back is to his chest.

His hands immediately work to unbutton your slacks, lips finding their way back to your neck to pepper kisses up and down your skin as he watches the rapid rise and fall of your chest. He lets out a low groan against your skin when he slides his hand into your pants and feels just how damp your panties are.

“This better be for me,” he mutters more to himself than to you, nipping at the skin of your neck. His voice is a bit more rough now as he asks you, “Lace?”

He lifts his face from your neck to look at you. Your eyes are half lidded as the pads of his fingers trace the cloth of your panties, head lolled back against his shoulder, breath ragged and lips parted, but there’s something teasing in your gaze as it flickers up to meet his.

“The ones you like,” you breathe out, and Dazai swallows thickly. “I was gonna see if you wanted to come over after this.” 

“Shit,” he whispers, putting pressure right over where your clit is hidden, watching the way your thighs tremble. “Look at you, only I make you feel this good, yeah?”

“Don’t tease.” The whine that clings to your words makes Dazai’s head spin. He can already feel his cock straining against his pants and tries to ease some of the friction by pressing you back into him, rolling his hips against your ass. “Dazai-”

“Shhhh,” Dazai soothes with a grin, kissing up your neck to your ear when he hears the distress in your tone. “I’ve got you.” 

With practiced ease, he slides his fingers beneath your panties, middle finger dipping between your folds. He inhales sharply, immediately losing his grin when he feels how wet you are.

“This better be for me,” he repeats, a bit more seriously this time as he slides his finger between your folds, putting pressure on your entrance but not quite pushing in. “Hm?”

He waits for a response, relishing in the way your whole body trembles against him. He doesn’t even know if you know what he asked, you already seem so fucked out—lips wet and parted as you breathe in and out shakily, lashes fluttering and chest heaving.

“Tell me,” he presses, his free hand sliding up your body, untucking your shirt so he can slip his hand beneath it to feel your skin.

“‘course it’s for you, Dazai,” you say after a few seconds of confusion, like you were trying to remember what he asked. “What kind of question is that?” 

Dazai doesn’t respond to that, letting out a pleased hum as he kisses your jaw again. He also doesn’t give you the chance to say anything else, quickly plunging his middle finger deep inside of you. The sudden intrusion has your hand flying to your mouth to muffle the cry that escapes your lips—he almost wants to pull your hand away, but decides against it because he doesn’t want anyone else hearing you like this.

You try to rock your hips to get him moving, but Dazai’s hand flattens against your stomach, holding you still against him.

“Dazai-” you gasp his name again, this time your voice is more pitched, caught between a whine and a complaint.

“Patience,” he coos, but his voice is strained and his breath is heavier as your tight walls hug his finger, imagining that it’s his cock instead. He drags his finger out until only the tip remains inside of you. He teases your entrance again, tracing a gentle circle but not pushing back in. “Bet you could already take two fingers for me, yeah?”

“What if he comes back?” you suddenly ask panic flying through your eyes as if you’ve only just remembered where you are. Dazai is distinctly displeased by the thought of another man crossing your mind while his fingers are inside of you. “Dazai, what if-”

“He won’t,” Dazai answers you, making his displeasure known as he nips your neck. 

“How do you-”

“The corner that the disappearance took place on—it’s a blind spot for the CCTV cameras,” he answers before you can finish. Dazai knows this because he killed a target in that exact same spot two and a half years ago. “He’ll be gone for a while. He won’t want to come back empty handed to you.” 

Dazai doesn’t give you the chance to question him anymore, sliding his middle and ring fingers inside of you and watching as your jaw falls slack. To make up for the displeasure he felt at you bringing up that irritating cop, he fucks you hard with his fingers—you barely have time to bite the palm of your hand before his fingers are stretching your walls.

He thinks he might be pushing his luck—he doesn’t know if the cameras in the corners of the room pick up sound, and if they do, he doesn’t know how well they pick it up. Even if you’re doing your very best at muffling your moans, there’s no hiding the sloppy sound of his fingers driving in and out of your cunt—it’s wet and filthy, and it has Dazai’s head dizzy. 

His eyes drag up from where his fingers are plunging in and out of you back up to your face. Your pretty eyes are almost fully rolled back as he fucks you closer and closer to the edge and your lashes are wet. One particularly rough snap of his wrist has your hand falling limp from your mouth to your side and your lips parting in a moan that Dazai doesn’t dare allow anyone else to hear. Quickly, his free hand darts up to grab your jaw hard, turning your face toward him so he can press his lips to yours messily, swallowing the keening moan before you can let it out. 

He kisses you deeply, tongue tracing the inside of your mouth gently in contrast to the rapid thrusts of his fingers. You try to kiss him back, but you can hardly even breathe with how deep his fingers fuck into you. He knows you're close—he can feel it in the way your whole body is trembling, and how your pussy flutters around his fingers, so he picks up the pace, just as desperate to bring you over the edge as you are to get there.

He’s the only one that can make you feel like this. He’s the only one that can make your body shudder and writhe, he’s the only one that can make your eyes roll back in pleasure, he’s the only one and he needs to prove it.

“C’mon, baby,” he pleads against your lips. The pet name that spills from his lips is not the teasing bella he likes to hit you with like he intended—it comes out strained, breathy, just as desperate as he feels. The lack of control scares him a bit, but he’s too out of it for it to take hold. “C’mon, once on my fingers, then as many times as you want on my cock when we get home, alright?”

He doesn’t know what you’re trying to say, the noise that spills from your lips, muffled against his mouth, is a moan, caught between his name and a please and something else he can’t make out. Distantly, he thinks that the bandages on his forearm must be ruined, he can feel your slickness dripping down his hand to his wrist and he can hear the lewd sounds of his fingers pushing in and out of you. He doesn’t care—in fact, the thought only makes his lower abdomen tighter. 

“I’m gonna-” you gasp, the only word she can make out and Dazai grins.

“Yeah, you are,” he rasps, scissoring his fingers inside of you and rubbing his index finger over your clit, and you’re gone. 

Dazai groans when he feels you moan his name against his lips, hand dropping from your face to your waist to hold you upright as your knees buckle. You cum hard on his fingers, hips stuttering and stilling, and he can feel tears spilling over your cheeks. His cock is painfully hard now and he wants nothing more than to unbuckle his pants and replace his fingers with it, but he thinks that would be pushing his luck—he’s never had any semblance of control once his cock is inside you and he needs to keep an ear out for footsteps approaching the conference room. 

He rides out your high, pace slowing as he continues to fuck his fingers into your sensitive cunt, wiping your tears with his free hand once you’ve steadied yourself. You tremble, reeling from the intensity of your orgasm, and Dazai only removes his fingers when you claw at his wrist for him to stop.

His fingers are dripping with your cum, and though Dazai is aching for a taste himself, he instead lifts them to your lips. You’re still trying to get ahold of yourself, leaning back against his chest and breathing heavily, but you instinctually part your lips for him. His breath catches when you take both of his fingers into your mouth, lashes fluttering shut and tongue swirling around his digits as you taste yourself off of him.

“Fuck,” he groans, hand dropping down to rub the heel of his hand against his cock, desperately trying to alleviate the pressure. He has no idea how he’s going to hide this before the officer gets back and…

His thoughts trail off when you finally push off of him, your legs are still trembling, and your eyes are still a little hazy, but your gaze drops from his face to his rapidly rising and falling chest down to where he’s rubbing his cock through his pants. And then, you lower yourself to your knees in front of him.

“Oh, fuck,” he repeats, voice breathy this time and pupils blown wide as he watches your fingers work at the buckle of his belt.

Dazai almost wishes that the officer would come back soon, just so he could walk in on you with a faceful of Dazai’s cock. But if that happens, all of Ango’s work will go out the window because there’s no way he’s letting someone see you like this and walk out alive. 

Dazai’s cock twitches as soon as you free it from its confines. He’s already leaking an embarrassing amount of precum, and his tip is flushed red, but you waste no time before ghosting your lips across his length, suckling gently at the vein running along the underside of his cock before wrapping your lips around his tip.

Dazai chews at his lower lip, thighs tensing as he resists the urge to thrust his hips forward and shove his cock down your throat. Instead, his throat spasms as he swallows, reaching out to cradle the back of your head gently, carding his fingers through your hair soothingly.

“Lookit you,” he breathes out, voice wavering as he swallows another low groan. His fingers tighten in your hair just a bit, but he doesn’t push your face down on his cock, head falling back against the door as you work his cock further down your throat. His breath is ragged and heavy as your tight muscles spasm around him, desperately trying to adjust to the intrusion, and he can feel your nails digging into the bandages wrapped around his hips. “That’s my girl.”

Another loss of control that should probably concern him, but you’re quick to take his mind off of it with the way he can feel you let out a whine around him, nails digging a little bit deeper into skin as you take him fully into your mouth, lips flush to his pelvis and nose buried in his pubic hair.

His head falls forward as he pants, watching your throat struggle to adjust to him. He strokes your hair gently, silently beckoning you to look up at him because he worries that if he opens his mouth to speak, he’ll let out a pornographic moan, one that will be impossible to deny if anyone over hears.

Your lashes flutter as you look up at him, eyes wide and glassy with fat tears that roll steadily over your cheeks. 

Beautiful, he thinks hazily, and his—all his. No one else gets to see you like this, no one else gets to imagine you like this—you’re his. 

He chokes over air, free hand coming up to cover his mouth and hips jerking forward. He feels you gag around him and his hand drops to caress your cheek in apology, trying to wipe away your tears, but it’s clumsy and frantic—the sight of you on your knees for him, tears streaming down you face as you take him down your throat, is enough to send him spiraling over the edge.

His vision spots with black dots, the taut cord in his abdomen tightens and then snaps. He’s hardly able to muffle the moan that spills from his lips as his eyes knock back and his head falls against the metal of the door. His whole body tenses and spasms as he cums down your throat, he gasps for air, thumb still stroking your cheek as you struggle to swallow all of his cum.

It takes a minute for Dazai to regain some semblance of control over himself. By the time he has, you’re standing on shaky legs and tucking his sensitive cock back into his pants. His hazy gaze focuses on your face—your lips are wet and swollen, your eyes are still glassy, and this time Dazai doesn’t have an excuse as he lifts his hands to cradle your face and says quietly, “Mine.”

Your smile is teasing. “‘I don’t get jealous,’” you mock lightly, leaning in to press your lips against his. Dazai’s eyes flutter shut as his hand slinks around your body to your back, pulling your body flush to his as he deepens the kiss, sinking into the familiar feeling of your lips sliding against his. 

“I don’t have reason to be jealous,” Dazai murmurs, this time with a different meaning. He pulls back slightly so he can button your pants back up and tuck your dress shirt back into them, making sure you look presentable before the officer gets back.

Instead of teasing him again, your smile softens and you affirm, “You don’t,” and Dazai’s throat tightens. 

The thought of being in an actual relationship has always been suffocating to Dazai. Imagining having to spend the rest of his life with one person, having someone rely on him when his will to live is fickle at best and nonexistent at worst, becoming dependent on someone who could leave him on a moment’s notice… It makes his stomach churn with disgust, his chest tight with anxiety.

But when that faceless someone turns into you, Dazai realizes that the thought of a relationship is not quite as unappealing as it’s always been to him. Does it still make him skittish? Sure, but does it outweigh the green hue that colors his vision whenever someone looks at you and thinks you’re not his? Does it outweigh the bolt of fear he feels whenever he sees someone display interest in you, wondering if maybe you’ll get sick of his flighty behavior and give them a chance?

Absolutely not.

Dazai hears footsteps approaching the door he’s leaning on, and quickly unlocks it, motioning for you to stand back by the conference table. When the officer opens the door, the two of you are standing there casually like you never moved.

The officer gives you an apologetic smile that makes Dazai’s eyes twitch. “It doesn’t seem like there’s any CCTV footage from the area.”

Before you can respond, Dazai smiles tightly and says, “Wow, and it took almost twenty minutes for you to realize that—no wonder the police keep coming to us for help.”

You elbow Dazai, but he’s unrepentant, giving you a sweet smile before turning a cooler one back onto the officer. “If you don’t mind, we can finish the rest back at our office tomorrow now that we have the files. We have a date to get to.”

He doesn’t have to look at you to know you’re raising your eyebrows at him, but he keeps his gaze trained on the officer, finding sick satisfaction in the way the man’s eyes dart between the two of you, a dawning expression crossing his face.

“A… date?” 

“A date,” Dazai confirms, picking up the file and motioning for you to leave. He pointedly ignores the amused expression on your face as you make your way out of the room, walking past the officer who dumbly steps out of the way. “Thanks for the help… or, well, lack thereof.”

It’s only when the door slams shut behind the two of you, do you finally echo, “… A date?”

Hesitantly, Dazai confirms, “A date?”

When you don’t immediately respond, Dazai’s smile starts to freeze, considering that maybe you don’t want to date him and he read all of this wrong. You want to keep things casual, no strings attached. But after a few agonizing moments, you hook your arm around his and lean into him.

“Where are you taking me then, hm?”

“… It’s a surprise,” he replied.

A surprise for both of you, because Dazai hasn’t thought that far ahead yet. 

A tenseness that he hadn’t even realized was in his shoulders dissipates when you laugh and press your lips to his upper arm before resting your head against it. 

“Alright,” you agree, although he’s pretty sure you know damn well this is all spur of the moment. “Let’s go then.”

Though Dazai tries to rifle through all of the options of places you like to go, when the two of you step outside, all coherent thought washes right out of the window when you turn to look up at him, the setting sun casting an ethereal glow over your face.

“What is it?” you ask when he freezes in his tracks to admire you. “Dazai?”

For just a split second, Dazai can imagine it. He can imagine a life with you, and there’s no sign of any of the suffocation or discomfort he usually feels when he thinks of long term commitment too hard. He imagines waking up to you in the morning and falling asleep to you at night, he imagines spending his days laid up in bed with you sharing kisses and sweet nothings and he imagines dragging you around the city to show you off to anyone and everyone. His thoughts start to spiral out of control, and he’s glancing down at your ring finger, wondering-

“Dazai?”

Dazai’s thoughts come to an abrupt halt, and he swallows thickly when a more realistic image comes to mind—the expression on your face when you find out about his past, the disgust, the fear, the realization that he’s just not who he made himself out to be, that he’s been lying to you since day one.

“Nothing,” he says after a moment, voice a little raspy, so he shakes his head, giving you a disarming smile and clearing his throat. “You’re just so stunning that it leaves me at a loss for words, sweet bella.”

You don’t seem to buy it, but you don’t press, arm tightening around his as you make your way back over to your car.

As soon as you look away, his expression shifts into a more downcast one as his gaze tracks back over to you. It’s only a matter of time, he remembers. His past will catch up with him sooner rather than later, and no matter what you may insist about the past being in the past, he knows everything will change when you finally realize what all he’s been hiding from you.

… but maybe there’s not too much harm in indulging while he still can. He just has to keep reminding himself that he can’t get too attached.

“You should let me drive,” Dazai says sweetly. “So I can drive us to the place and keep it a surprise for you.”

You laugh in his face. “As if.”

You usher him over to the passenger seat before making your way back over to the driver’s side, and Dazai finds a genuine smile unconsciously curling at the corners of his lips. One that quickly falls when his fingers wrap around the handle of the car door.

He thinks, maybe, it might be far too late to stop himself from getting attached.